Music and life aren't they the same?

Blazing Storm

HELLO!! SORRY I HADN'T UPDATED IN A WHILE, IWASJUSTSOBUSY!!!!!!! >_<

I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE FOR LEAVING YOU ALL HANGING FOR A REALLY REALLY LONG TIME, I WAS JUST REALLY BUSY AND NOTHING MY INSPIRATION FOR THIS STORY WAS SLOWLY DYING, sorry it took so long for me to get inspiration to write this again. I hope you enjoy though. =)

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"What is it?" I asked tilting my head to the side.

"You haven't done any work since you came to the master course so here," Cyan haired boy said as he set a stack of papers on the side table. As curious as I was I picked up the stack of papers, almost dropping it because of its weight. Was I really a slacker?? "I expect you to finish everything on that paper within a week after you have auditioned again," The cyan colored guy said and all I could do was stare blankly at him.

I don't know what happened when he gave me all this work so I had no comebacks, so I just hesitantly nodded. With that the cyan haired left. When he left I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding. "This will take forever!" I groaned ruffling my hair and then falling back on to the bed.

~Later that day~

Shifting from one place to another was the only fun thing to do in a hospital. I had absolutely nothing to play with. I HATE TODAY!!

As I was busy in my thoughts I didn't hear the door creak open. "Midori!" I heard someone exclaim my name.

I looked at the source of the voice, "Ah Otoya," I flashed him a small smile.

"I thought you were bored so I came here right after my schedule was finished," Otoya explained as he came near the bed.

"I was really bored," I frowned, but my eyes caught something "What's behind your back?" I question.

"Ah! You really do have sharp eyes," Otoya complimented with a grin.

"It's obvious you were hiding something behind your back," I rolled my eyes.

"Heh..." Otoya sweatdropped.

"You are Otoya right?" I asked for reassurance.

Otoya frowned for a second but nodded "It's sad that you lost half of your memories,"

"But you have to admit it was the most dumbest way to," I chuckled.

Otoya chuckled too as he nodded.

"Anyways what's behind your back?" I asked again.

"Right, this," Otoya revealed a wooden brown ibanez acoustic guitar with blazing storm written on it at the right curve in a flaming text.

I crunched my eyebrows "Why did you bring a guitar?" I asked

"It's your's," Otoya replied.

"Oh," I stared at the guitar tilting my head to the side trying to remember but nothing, then my face lit up once my eyes fell on to the writing of the guitar again "That's a cool name though."

Otoya chuckled in response "Why don't you try playing it?" Otoya offered.

"Hmm... I don't know," I sat up "I really don't remember how to play it..."