Rock Star Wannabe

Well, of all the things he’d prepared himself for, that wasn’t one of them. He probably should have guessed, though, that Mioda’s music style would be wild. Simply looking at her should have been enough of a clue. For a while after she’d finished, Makoto was speechless. It wasn’t bad— of course it wasn’t bad —but it was about as hard to digest as anything else she’d done since he’d met her.

Finally, finding his words, Makoto answered, “I can definitely tell where your title comes from.” He put his hands together, clapped to fill the silence wherein he couldn’t put into words just how her music had made him feel.

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Ibuki was honestly, a bit surprised by his reaction. Her face lit up, nonetheless. Every compliment she got just brought a smile to her face. A lot of words came to mind as a response, but Ibuki said the first few things that came to her mind. "You can? Really?!" the musician gigged.

Remembering she was still holding her guitar, Ibuki set it down in a much safer place. The girl paced back and forth. "Ibuki is so glad! She is proud of how it turned out, but like Ibuki said, it's not done yet!" The rocker gave a wink and giggled once more.

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"Ah, I’m very glad to hear that, Ibuki-san!" Sonia smiled at the punk-rocker before answering her question.

"Ah, I’ve been rather good myself! I’ve been reading up on more languages and Japanese customs, and I feel like I’m actually Japanese part of the time!"

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"That's awesome! Like super-high-school-level awesome! Ibuki always thought learning other languages is so cool! Ibuki couldn't handle all that work though. How do you do it?" The musician giggled. Her arms swung back and forth at her side. The smile on her face didn't fade.

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"W-weww, too be pewfectwy honest…I actuawwy did onwy have one thing of hews…" she started to explain. She never told anyone upfront that she had this item of Junko’s, but with Ibuki…she felt a bit more comfortable. Not as much with Nanami, but still.

"The only thing of hews I have is her ceww phone. I onwy took it to remind me that if I could best hew, than I can do anything I set my mind too. It’s wike having a music twophy for a woom. You KNOW that you did it, but it’s that twophy that gives you a extwa boost that you need," she explained.

"And thank you, Miss Ibuki, I will mkae suwe too make each step fow the futuwe one fiwwed with hope." she promised.

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" A cell phone? Well that doesn't sound too bad!" She blinked, processing the information for a moment. "It's kind of like a GRAMMY to Ibuki! A reward for all your hard work! That makes sense!" The musician giggled, accepting the rabbits words.

"Now that that's out of the way, what have you been doing? Hanging out with Chiaki-chan at all? Oh! Speaking of her, is she alright? Ibuki wasn't there, but she heard Chiaki-chan went through the execution thing." It might have been a touchy subject, but Ibuki didn't really know better. Her and Nanami were never really close. Though, the musician figured her and this little rabbit were. After everything, she only knew a little bit of what happened after Ibuki "died"

He almost wanted to ask her what she’d planned to do to the music room, but had a fairly good idea. The plastered walls and mess of papers in her room were enough to go on. He had to agree with the school on this one; it may have been a productive work space, but some things were too extreme to allow.

"Haha, it looks like you’re ready to let me hear it even if I say no!" Makoto set his hands in his pockets, giving her a go-ahead by ways of a short nod. "Sure, Mioda, play me the song."

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Ibuki smiled and didn't hesitate to begin strumming her guitar. "Ibuki doesn't have much of the music set yet, so it's mostly just the lyrics!" Her strumming gradually accelerated till it was at a fast pace. She let out a growl and dove straight into her song.

" The sun goes down, hey, i'm still around, not for long, the dawn is coming...." This song in particular began telling the life of a vampire. Her inspiration was a terrible movie she watched one night. Nonetheless, she felt it fit perfectly with her style. Once Ibuki finished, she giggled,"What do you think?"

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Sonia nodded, grabbing the girl’s hand and taking her in the direction of the pool. “How’ve you been doing? It’s been a while since I’ve last seen you!” she asked, turning to the musician with a smile.

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"Ibuki's been doing great! Ibuki's been writing songs and performing all over the place! How about you Sonia-chan?" The musician followed the princess with a smile. She skipped behind her like a small child, causing her sneakers to squeak against the ground.

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Sonia chuckled as she waited for the girl, delighted to have company. “Wow, that was really fast, Ibuki-san! Are you ready?”

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"Yep Yep! Ibuki is all ready to go!" The musician giggled once more. "Lead us to the pool, or beach, or wherever! Ibuki will follow!"

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To say Sonia was surprised when she opened the door would be a bit of an understatement. She hadn’t expected to see Ibuki at her door, in all honesty, but after a moment she regained her composure and smiled at the punk-rocker lightly.

"Ah, Mioda-san! I was just going out for a swim, did you want to accompany me?"

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"Hello Sonia-chan! Go for a swim? Sure! Ibuki would love to go for a swim! Hang on, Ibuki will grab her swimsuit! "

The girl giggled. She was a bit surprised to be invited to such a thing. Nonetheless, Ibuki was more then happy to go! In a whoosh, she bolted to her dorm room where her swimsuit was. Then came back to the spot where the two girls stood previously.

He hadn’t seen here, where she’d been tucked into the corner of the music room, but when Mioda threw herself into his line of sight and shouted her usual enthusiastic greetings Makoto would have been proud to say that he hardly jumped at all.

"Oh, no! I couldn’t forget about you." I don’t think anybody could, really. “It’s only been a couple of days since I agreed to meet you. So, this is where you spend all of your time.” It wasn’t so much a question as his thinking aloud. “It’s more… average-looking than I thought that it would be.”

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"Yep yep! This is where Ibuki gets some of her greatest inspiration! It's not much, but the school won't let Ibuki decorate sadly! It was a huge bummer when she heard. Ibuki even had the greatest idea in mind!" The girl giggled at the thought. If she had a choice, this whole room would probably be covered in posters and painted purple.

"Now that you're here, do you want to hear a song Ibuki wrote? It's a little ruff, but then you could hear Ibuki's style music!" She still held her guitar from working before. The musician ran back to the corner to grab a few papers and stood in the middle of the room once more. A wide smile was spread across her face.

A week or so had passed before Makoto decided it was about time to pay his upperclassman a visit. As suggested, he made his way to the music room. It wasn’t a room he was very familiar with, as such it took him a little while to come upon it, but he found it nonetheless. He considered knocking, considered also that it was a classroom, and simply opened the door. The room itself seemed average enough, not at all where he would expect somebody like Mioda would spend her time. Still, one takes what one is given.

"Mioda? I’m here.."