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OO Since when did I become so formal?! Oh yeah, since chapter 2 of this story. (ahem) I am extremely sorry or the mess up with the names on the Author’s note! I just felt that I had to get help early or I’d loose the will to continue with this story. (I sorta am loosing the will... hate to admit it!)

Me: You are my sunshine...

Trucy: My little sunshine...

Apollo: Why are you looking at me as you sing that? (he’s on to us!)

Me: We’re looking at Klavier too,

Trucy: but if you want to flatter yourself, go ahead.

Klavier: (snerk)

Me: Oh yeah... ALL YOU ANONYMOUS (and logged in) PEOPLE HAD BETTER REVIEW OR NO COOKIES!!

Apollo: (emo corner, crying) ...Cookies...!

Me: Don’t worry... you – uh... (thinks)... still have Klavier!

Apollo: ...but he’s not a cookie... (or is he...?)

Me: But think of the possibilities!

Apollo: You make me sick.

Klavier: (thinking to self) I rather like that idea...
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Oh. My. Gawd. Did I just see what I think I saw? I knew that ‘watching after’ (coughspyingcough) the two court rivals would be productive and that I should bring my camera just in case... but who knew my wild fan girl-fantasies. Wait... did I catch that all on film? I glanced feverously down at the pink portable camera that I now clutched onto it was as dear as my life. On its screen, a single photo blinked, and I could feel a coy grin slip and settle onto my face. BLACKMAIL I always wanted to be taller and have a stronger build... but screw that! I love my petite stature now! Although the view from this ventilation duct is not exactly top quality, it is rather good. I stared at Polly who in turn gave Klavier a stunned gaze. If I had to deem this moment educational, I would. I just learnt that perhaps, I made a terrible mistake in making Klavier think he had a chance and that Polly was indeed straight. Alternatively, the opposite can be true, Polly is a homosexual, but does not like Klavier that way or vice versa.

I messed up (or I’m just over analysing the situation), didn’t I? They always say that one must pay for their sins. I guess this is some cruel way that Fate is saying, 'you, you meddled in their affairs too much!’ I got in too deep, I messed up. Why did I have to be such an idiotic 15-year-old?!

Klavier cupped my face with his other hand and without even thinking (I am so irrational... note to self: get that fixed...! Wait, how do I do that?) I wrapped my hands around his neck. I had always thought there was something weird with me, but I never pinned it down that, I liked the same gender... Wow, I’m in denial already and he hasn’t even kissed me yet. Well, he was about to, when the secretary woman, the one that checks you into the building, came running in with a WEBCAM and said, “I’m sorry but I was told to film you!” Okay, ONE, HOW THE HELL DID SHE KNOW WE WERE HERE?!- oh wait, duh! She checked us in... Moving on, TWO, WHO WOULD MAKE HER FILM US AND WH-- Trucy. That or Mr. Wright was more sadistic than I thought... I was fuming mad but couldn’t do anything about it for...obvious...reasons...cough I really wanted to just grab that evil machine and squish in my hands like an orange! Nah... I like tangerines better.

“Hehe... I should leave now, shouldn’t I?” My hands were twitching and in all honesty, I was sort of... overreacting.

“That would be advisable.” Klavier glanced at me. Hey, what can I say? It’s not every day you realize that you weren’t going to be some girl’s Prince Charming and instead a guy was in turn your Prince Charming... The lady began to back away awkwardly... muttering something that sounded like, “Right... gotta go... right...” WHY WAS SHE SAYING THE WORD ‘RIG- Wait a second! Right, Wright... Right, Wright... NO! NO WAY! She slammed the door before I could say something. Damn it.

I could feel myself grinning. I knew I was grinning. Then I remembered that little piece of evidence that blinked on and off of my camera. I didn’t need it. I didn’t want it anymore. Who was I to meddle with their love? Nevertheless, if I was my old self, I would have taken another picture of that next kiss... it was... beyond words. I looked at the photo again, my gaze hard. Why should I slink around and spy? ...Perhaps I should fall in love... Quiet honestly, my pictures would probably never be as good as witnessing the real thing. Moreover, if I was going to fan girl every little yaoi-related thing, I might as well surf the net for porn for all I care! No, lets not... I want to stay naive. I gazed at Polly with a warmth I had never felt before. I was genuinely happy or him. And with that little bit of happiness in my thoughts, I pressed that little delete button and tracked back the way I came, whistling a tune that may have made my day.

“You are my sunshine...

...my only sunshine...”

Oh, crow. What would I be able to give to Daddy? He was the one who told me to tell that lady to film them AND get a picture! DAMN!!

I must have imagined that... but I could have sworn I just heard... I broke our locked gazes by turning my attention to the air duct. I could faintly spy a fluttering blue cape whisking out of view and I uttered out a single name (more like yelled).

“Trucy...!” My heartbeat raced and, Klavier gave me a soft, tender hug. His breathe tickling my ear. He started to hum something in German and it was all I could do but melt into his warm embrace. It was sooo nice... My head sank onto his shoulder and his head on top of mine, and we gazed out at the sunset in the west. A shade of ginger and gold melted into a brilliant crimson; streaks of blood staining the sky. The orb of a sun sank slower and slower into the horizon the red, oranges and yellows grower deeper with each passing second. With the last winks of light died down... I knew that Klavier... was the person that I could spend my life with. I just really hope he feels like that... At some point of found my face in the crook of his neck and we were sitting (myself, on his lap) in his favourite chair. It was faced towards the rather large window in the room, and I soon found myself drifting.

I mustn’t have been that deep in sleep because a few seconds (minutes, hours... who knows?) I heard a certain moody detective barge in and yell.

“WE’VE FOUND SOME IMPORTANT EVIDENCE OR THE CASE, YOU LAZY ARS-!”

I heard Klavier shush her and then he mumbled something incoherent. Sleep’s grips were loosening on me and I desperately tried to grasp or a few more winks of sleep... I was sleeping on an unusually warm comforter... Oh, wait. That’s Klavier... My sleep would have to wait because my eyes fluttered wide open after, my lashes brushing Klavier’s skin as he let out a contented sigh.

“Looks like you woke up mein Kirschblüte, Fräulein Detective.” Ugh... I hate it when I just wake up, I can never process more information than ‘shower, dress, eat’.

“Wha...?”

“NO! YOU IDIOT! How COULD you?! YOU, YOU, went to that GLIMOROUS FOP?!” Was that a bad thing? I mean, technically, he made the first move and Trucy made me spend time with him in the first place (not that I was complaining, but...).

Klavier twirled a stray hair and placed it behind my ear while running his other hand through my hair. I could feel his gaze on me as I stared blankly at Detective Skye.

“What’s so wrong...?”

Ema let out this light feminine, tinkly laugh; it was soft and amused, “I was joking. I guess I’ll leave...? Oh, and make sure to clean up afterwards.” Somehow, even with my slow running mind, I understood EXACTLY what she was insinuating. Cue the blushing that makes me redder than my suite. And then she left. Just like that.

“Well that was different.” I was talking about Detective Skye’s behaviour and apparently, Klavier found it extremely amusing. Why else would he have that ridiculously large, beautiful, full grin on his face? I must have been looking at him for a long time because he asked me in turn what I had been staring at so intently.

“Your smile.”

“It interests you that much?”

“Hmmmm... yeah. It’s a nice smile...” I was getting tired again, “What time is it?”

“Fifteen after twelve. Why?”

“I’m... tired... and you make an awesome pillow...”

He chuckled, “Ja?” That was the last thing I heard before I settled down and fell asleep, Klavier’s hand combing my hair, the moon high above and a silent tune strung my heart, and, it was in German.

My head shot up, observing my surrounds. A) I was on something VERY soft and B) I didn’t recognize where I was... Oh, yeah. I could feel myself growing redder. I scrambled off the chair and sat on the floor, my legs in the traditional ‘pretzel’ form. I grabbed my iPod and put Get Over (by Hikaru no Go) on, one of my newest song obsession. For some unknown reason, whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, I grow VERY hyper. I decided to bring out my two best friends-Sally and Steve, more commonly known to the Public as my Left and Right hand. They speak Quackness, which has a lot of ‘q’ words. Not surprisingly, quack is the only word in this ‘language’.

Sally: “Quack.”

Steve: “Quack quack.”

Sally: “Quackquackquackquackquackquack!”

Steve: “Quack?”

It continued like this for two hours. All of which, I went undisturbed until five; when Klavier woke up (I thought rock stars slept late into the day?).

“What are you doing?” I looked at him, and hid my hands behind my back.

“Nothing...” Insert shifty eyes here. He laughed. Loudly.

“Were you,” he gasped or breathe, “playing with hand puppets?”

“HEY! They hae names you know! Sally and Steve--“ Oh, crow. He gazed at me for a few minutes then began to blink his eyes as if he was still contemplating if he was still dreaming.

“How long have you been awake?” Hmmmmm... how long indeed? (my imitation of Sherlock Holmes. Americanized.)

“Booooooouuuuuuut... two hours? Tops. I think.”

Me: You know what Polly did with his hands? I do that sometimes too... Why are you looking at me like that...? No...! I don’t like Mr. Straight Jacket! Get it away from me! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (sob) Hey, I have a reason for my actions! It’s because the American society is a material-obsessed, narrow-minded culture under the guise of a democracy! I believe puppet shows rid us of this problem!!

Polly: Does that mean I have an excuse to act like a two-year-old?

Me: No.

Trucy: I like it when he acts like that...

Klavier: ...

Trucy: It makes me feel like I have a younger brother

Klavier: He’s mine.

Polly: ... (blush)

Me: YOU MUST GIVE ME IDEAS!! I have a beginning, middle, end... but NONE of the nitty gritty (details)!