I hope you all enjoy this one! I've received quite a bit of people disapproving Momoryo, so with this chapter I correct that. This story is SHOUNEN-AI, AllRyo. It's just Momo was the first to appear. The only characters that won't be attracted to Ryoma will be the Golden Pair. Okay? Well, review and enjoy! Oh, and yeah, the song last chapter was written spontaneously by me, but I don't really want to do that again. It all depends on how I feel next time there's a song chapter...

Disclaimer: I don't own PoT

RRRRRIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGGGGGG

Immediately, the clatter of chairs and desks filled 3-B, and Fuji's eager peers started their usual sprint out of the third year hallway. His class was probably the most desperate to reach the music wing, with almost everyone being part of a club. Sighing happily, the brunette bassist slowly organized his textbooks and notes, taking his time to make sure they were carefully situated in his Seigaku issued school bag. By the time he rose to leave, his classroom, and much of his wing, was deserted.

Smiling, Fuji strode out the 3-B exit, and casually looked around. Every door was haphazardly left open in his peers' wake, letting the golden rays of sunlight illuminate the entire ever opening his eyes, he continued to the freshmen wing. He had been asked by the captain to find the pillar, and while Momo also received the order, Fuji doubted the second year fully comprehended what Tezuka's request entailed.

Knowing the drummer, Momo was probably headed for the clubroom to look through the student database.

Silently, Fuji walked through the uninteresting core class hallway. All the funding was spent on the music facilities, so the hallways and class rooms were like that of any other high school. There were also restrictions put on first years. Until they've passed the first quarter, freshmen can't practice individually after school. Even if they joined a club, which are only hosted in the 2nd and 3rd year music hallways, first years are generally treated as a 3 on Fuji's scale of musical talent. Which meant that they didn't perform or get as many chances as upperclassmen.

Fuji rated everyone from 1 to 10, 10 being the best. He, Tezuka, and a handful competitors across the nation were the only ones to get the top. They were the prodigies, geniuses, and professionals. Then there are the 1s, including the people that've never even touched an instrument, only seen them, or had general music. They honestly can't tell the difference between a clarinet and a trumpet. 0s also existed, those that didn't even respect the art.

Seeing he was at the freshman hallway, Fuji decided to mask his presence and headed straight for the ancient instruments classroom. The signature shuffling and cracking open a case was unmistakable, and the bassist allowed himself a grin. He had been right. It was almost guaranteed that Mayo Raizen-probably not even his real name-was going to stay after school. The only keys he'd have access to would be those of his own major, which worked even better for him, since no one should even be in this vicinity. It was good to know their future pillar was accustomed to breaking rules.

He planted a small bug (audio and visual) in the lowest corner of the room as quickly as he could before walking away. After a good few meters away, Fuji snatched his iPhone with a blue, white, and red tennis ball-Crazy Balz's insignia- from his pocket. He plugged in the earbuds kept in his bag and tapped on the app that connected to the device. Briefly, the brunette pondered on where he should go to listen, since Mayo was taking his time setting up.

He couldn't go to the clubroom; Momo would shout at him. Even though Fuji was well-versed in ignoring idiots, it would make listening difficult. However, the rest of the school was already crawling with janitors. Pursing his lips, the brunette looked around the main hallway he was stranded in. Then, glancing at the stairs, had a brilliant idea. He skipped up the stairs, humming a small victory fanfare.

Fuji's buds were filled with Mayo's playing right when he stepped onto the roof. He smirked, gazing across the campus from the ledge. Freshmen were still heading to the dorms, probably lost. Looking down at the phone screen, the bassist walked back to the wall, sliding down. Taking a deep breath, Fuji lost track of time,and focused on the younger guitarist's songs.

00000000000

By the time Mayo took a break, it was almost 3 hours after the bell rang.

Fuji, immediately after the boy started singing became oblivious to time. He was amazed at how girlishly Mayo could sing and the gravity that his self-composed songs held. Unfortunately, the weather finally started catching up with him. The sun was perched vibrantly on the horizon, but it's light no longer held its powerful warmth. Sneezing from the suddenly apparent chilly breeze, Fuji stood up and stretched, the crack of his shoulders and neck somewhat satisfying after hours of stillness.

Giving one last look-over the light streaked campus, the bassist opened the door and left the commanding view for another day. Figuring Momo had stewed enough, Fuji decided to go back to the clubroom. After all he had heard, the prodigy was certain Mayo was fit to be their new pillar, rated 9. His talent and potential was overflowing, to say the least.

So the level 10 musician had a spring in his step as he glided into the room despite feeling the cross emotions his kouhai emitted. Fuji sent a single warning glare, since his mood was very good and he didn't want anyone to tarnish it. Momo hurried to return to whatever he was doing on the computer, ignoring his annoyance of the prodigy innocently settling on the couch, basking in the conveniently placed patch of sunlight. He nearly purred at the warmth.

Sighing lazily, the bassist peered back at his screen. Mayo was just finishing his break. Sun rays hit him in such a way that instead of the dull hazel orbs he had stared into mere hours previously, Mayo's irises were lit a lively chartreuse, glowing like a cat. And if he didn't know any better, Fuji could swear his hair had a greenish hue.

Fascinated, the bassist switched to his phone contacts, and began texting some… associates. With an invigorating passion, he pawed through hundreds of people of like characteristics. The brunette had already speculated that Mayo Raizen was a false name, and now it was likely that he had nearly completely altered his physical characteristics. He was going to have to go through everyone recorded to have such attributes.

Fuji barely registered that Momo had gotten up to get drinks and managed to squeeze in an order. Beverages always made his mind flow smoother, even if they were of Inui origins.

He was about to continue going through the next block of persons when he heard something irregular on the bug. Breathing. Suspiciously, Fuji switched back to camera mode. From the very corner, Momo's brilliant lilac irises shown. His cobalt blue orbs revealed themselves, his smile still present, and mulled over how he should respond. He could drag his kouhai back and mentally traumatize him or watch how things went.

Unsurprisingly, Momo was blown away by the junior's abilities, but foolishly gave away his presence. Mayo would probably leave immediately, but Momo was already back in the clubroom, panting and blubbering about what he discovered. It seemed that the second thought he had been first to discover the magnitude of his skill. However, for some reason, it left a bad taste in his mouth. He didn't like Momo thinking he would be the one in charge of the pillar-to-be.

It was an interesting feeling, possessiveness, similar to when Fuji would deny Yuta from playing or even touching his favorite guitar. The beauty of that instrument was also comparable to Mayo Raizen-producing a sweet, indescribably sweet sound, and the elegance of a lynx.

As the bassist replayed Mayo's songs, the entire band had been rounded up. He was only disturbed when Inui inquired about what he was listening to so intensely (and the suggestion of testing another of his concoctions). Oishi appeared to be quite cheerful, no doubt jubilous at the distraction from having to evaluate so many freshmen, and Eiji was eating it up.

Tezuka remained stoic, but had an interested spark in his eye. He was well aware as to why Fuji and Momo were still in the clubroom, unlike the rest of the oblivious members, and had an inkling as to why they were all called into attendance.

Kawamura was confused, concerned about his father's shop, and the time wasted with his band-mates' useless chatter. He bumbled around, half-heartedly trying to initiate some sort of progress. Inui calmly noted the entire experience, his face never even twitching, if not for the facial movements required to speak.

Kaido refused to leave the corner, irritated beyond belief he had been interrupted on a free day. Free days in their club was a rare blessing, and one the viper took full advantage of. Momo was shouting at the moody second year while still remaining ecstatic and Fuji was just sitting there.

Sighing for what seemed like the 10th time, the brunette stood up, calling attention.

"Hello, everyone. Sorry for the inconvenience," Fuji said, feigning empathy. "I'm sure you wouldn't call us for anything unimportant," Oishi reasoned, smiling. In his head, the bassist knew, the vice captain must be praying for this to last as long as possible. "Well, that's for certain. We have confirmed Mayo Raizen's potential as the new pillar."

They all straightened, and awaited Fuji's next words, even Momo and Kaidoh. Fuji nodded in gratitude.

"Momo and I have recorded evidence of Raizen-kun's abilities in composing, lyric writing, and simultaneous singing and playing," he explained, handing his phone to the captain. Tezuka unplugged the buds, Mayo's voice erupting into the room in a volcano of music. Time seemed to freeze as his soulful words poured out of the device, forgetting to even breath.

Hastily, feeling the need for oxygen, Tezuka paused it.

No one spoke, not knowing what to say after the sudden start and stop of such a mournful song. It was similar to the sadness of seeing a helpless young pup, unable to get out of the rain. Fuji was the one that sliced through the sludge-like ambience that had enveloped the room mercilessly, all the while smiling.

"Are we all in agreement?"

There was another pause, before Tezuka followed, "If he didn't show up for auditions, doesn't that mean he is unwilling to perform in front of an audience?" Fuji replied "Of course, I had thought of that. He even went to the trouble of changing his name, hair, and eye color."

Surprise took all of them, but Fuji hardly waited for their recovery, pouncing right back onto the issue. "We need him. He is, from vice-captain's depression and willingness to stay as far away from those applicants as possibl, our best bet. Of course, it's unfortunate Mayo Raizen is hesitant to show his face to the public. However, it's lucky we don't have just his face."

Electric eyes glazing over all of them. No one had seen the prodigy so excited over anything except a new song or a possible rival. How unfortunate. Fuji's last rival ended up giving up on music, but the last song the bassist wrote funded this year's field trips. The brunette had eccentric ideas, despite his seemingly calm composure. Hopefully, this was a good one.

"Since formal, face-to-face, auditions take too much time and are unproductive, how about we start a contest?"

"On the second day of school?" Kaidoh sneered; he had always been suspicious of the bassist's intentions, even if they were always for the wellbeing of the band. He was manipulative and sadistic, and that face was the last thing he'd want to see any day, hell, it plagued his nightmares. The smile that could take gallons of Inui Juice and come up with impossibly hard violin solos. Violin solos were already super hard.

Fuji nodded, sending a look that silenced any further questions. "We have a recording of his voice, we just have to send out the advertisement requesting additional tapes. This also helps all those who were so nervous they could barely hold their own instrument," he suggested. Tezuka grunted, leaning back onto the wall.

"But, shouldn't that require a name and homeroom? If Mayo Raizen dislikes attention, then he'd still refuse us, even when we've taken out the need for him to display his talent openly, for now," the vice-captain reasoned. Fuji's grin widened. "A homeroom and a real name is unnecessary, just a title the owner would recognize. We could even play the winning song," Fuji purred.

"So what will we call him?" Momo asked.

"Yes, I had a brilliant idea about that earlier. Our dear 'Mayo Raizen' sounds so smooth, it's mistakable for a girl. So I declare him Mayoko Zenrai."