"Where is that notepad?' Kristina was racing around her house searching for anything she could think of. She was in a frenzy, it was the day she taught her favourite star English. She rushed into her room, and searched through everything on her desk.
Just then, the doorbell rang.
'Oh crap! and now he's here!' She took a deep breath. 'Relax Kristina, you don't want to look desperate now.'
She walked over to the front door, stopping to look at a mirror and gussy up. She opened the door to see Machi getting out of a limo.
('A limo?') Kristina made a face of disbelief.
Machi blushed. (Y...Yeah. They wouldn't let me go in anything else.)
Kristina smiled. (Well, I guess you couldn't. Come in!)
Machi followed her inside.
And so the lessons started.
It wasn't until later, about a week or two until they got to really know each other.
'Hmm......' Kristina stared at her watch and checked the clock. ('It's wierd, it's almost four and your limo's not here.')
Machi raised his eyebrows. ('Really? I'm guessing Lami got caught up in her rehersials again. Sometimes she does that.')
Kristina laughed. ('She does that?')
Machi joined in the laughter. ('Yeah, but it's pretty rare.')
Machi went to go sit on the couch, Kristina joined him.
('Soooo......what do you want to talk about?') she asked.
There was an arkward silence. She a had mental blank, and tried to look around the room to find something to talk about. She noticed the jacket her father used to wear on the wall.
(' Sooo....do you like....jackets?')
Machi burst out in laughter. (Jackets? Where did you get that from?)
Kristina blushed. ('Well there was nothing else to talk about. Oh, I know! I have some stupid math assignment I have to print out, so why don't you join me on the computer?')
Machi shrugged. ('Well it's better than talking about jackets, thats for sure.')
They parked themselves in front of the screen, and Kristina started printing. ('While I'm here, I might just pop into the forums....') She narrowed her eyes and turned to Machi. ('If anyone asks, I was never on the forums.') Machi nodded. ('M'kay.')
Kristina tapped frantically as she went into the forums. ('Out of curiosity, what forums are these?') Machi enquired.
('Well, actually they're your fans.') Kristina replied.
('Mine? Really? So what do they think of me?)
(Well, it's a fan forum, so basically everybody loves you.)
(Hmm. I've never known that many people who like me.')
Kristina smiled. (Well now you do. Oh look, I got a PM from DramaticaXIV2.)
(Who's that? What's a PM?)
(Oh, he's the guy who created the forum. Apparently he says he knows EVERYTHING about you.)
Machi grinned. (Oh yeah? Then what is my favourite breakfast Mr. Obessessed Fan?)
Kristina typed in the question, and quickly got the answer. ('He says: Borginian Pancakes with Blueberries and Fig Jam.)
Machi was shocked. (Wow, he does know everything about me. Creepy.)
(I know. Hmm..The message he sent me is a preview of his newest story.....OHDEARGOODNESS!) Kristina jumped away from the computer.
Machi got to his feet. (What?!? What happened?!?)
Kristina casually got back into her seat. ('Oh nothing.') she whispered. 'That guy has WAAAAAAAAAAAY too much time on his hands. And a preverted mind.' She thought to herself.
Then she had an idea. 'I'm tired of that guy one-upping me everytime. This will put him in his place.' she thought.
(Hey Machi, can you just sit here for a sec?')
She moved out of her seat and started looking through a drawer. Machi moved cautiosly onto the chair. (Okay but why-)
(You'll find out soon enough) she quickly said. (Ah, here it is) She pulled out a webcam and promptly connected it to the computer. She then frantically typed into the computer.
(Okay, all you have to do is wave.)
Machi could see his biggest fan on the screen. ('So this is the guy who likes me? He looks a bit to old to be obsessed with me, in my opinion.' ) He thought.
('Well, whatever pleases the fans.....') He smiled and waved into the camera. The fan seemed skeptical, and Machi could see him typing.
'Huh?' Kristina seemed shocked.
(What? What's wrong now?) Machi frowned.
('Apprently he wants to see your eyes. He claims he's the only one to have seen them before.')
Machi hesitated. ('I don't know......')
('Please? Please do this for me!')
Machi opened his mouth to speak, but stopped whe he saw her face.
('......She looks so cute like that ......') he thought.
(....Okay.)
Kristina clapped her hands and jumped. ('Yay! Thanks!')
Machi blushed. (No problem.)
He turned to face the screen and slowly slid down his sunglasses. The fan gasped, and then fainted.
Kristina burst into laughter. ('That got him!')
Machi joined in the laughter. ('So that's how I impress her?') He thought. Just then, the doorbell rang.
(Oh, that must be your your limo.') Kristina said sadly.
***
Machi stared out the limo window and sighed. (She's so cuuuuuuuuuuute.........') He sighed.
Lamiroir giggled. (You're thinking about her, aren't you?')
('Huh? What?!? I said that out loud?') Machi turned suddenly.
(Kristina is cute, isn't she?) Lamiroir said.
Machi blushed. (So you heard that.)
('Yep.') She pinched his cheek.
Machi turned back to the window. ('Crap. I hate it when she's right.') he whispered.

Machi knocked softly on the door. ('Should I really be doing this? I mean, he's going to think that I'm sorta loser or something or-)
The door opened.
'Ah, Herr Machi! What can I do you for?'
'I need advice.'
Really? What on?'
Machi sighed and mumbled something to himself.
Klavier cupped his ear. 'Hmmmmm?'
'Girls.' Machi whispered softly.
'I still can't here you....'
"GIIIIIIRLS!"
There was a silence. ("Oh great, now everybody thinks I'm some little wierdo.")
Klavier laughed again, picked up a guitar and started to strum the stings. "So you have a special someone you want to impress?, ja?"
'Yes. I do.'
'Well you came to the right guy. I have all the ladies screaming out my name when they see me, you know.'
('People who live underground would know that.") Machi thought sarcastically.
'Well, first thing is to flirt a lot with them.'
'Flirt? What is this?'
'Y'know tell them they're nice and slim, stuff like that.'
'What else?'
'Be romantic. Light candles, make bubble baths and....hey, you play piano, play something romantic on there.'
'Like......Eine Kline Nachtmusik?'
'No no, something like, one of my songs.' Klavier started to ramble on about romance, but it was all in complicated English, almost all of which Machi couldn't understand.
Machi rolled his eyes. ("Well I can tell that this is a waste of time.....')
'Thankyou. That all I need. Goodbye.'
Klavier smiled. 'Come back if you need any more, ja?'
Machi walked out. "Yes."
Walking along the hall Machi wondered. ('So I have to play a song for her. But which one? What does she like? How do I find out?')
Machi obviously got caught up in his thoughts, as he didn't notice a someone coming toward him, and collided with them. The collison sent papers and files flying everywhere.
"Hey! Do you know how long it took me to organise these stupid case files for that glimmerous fop?"
He recognized the person as Ema.
"Sorry, I no see you."
"Well you freakin' should of, I was right in front of you! Oh hey, you're piano kid Kristina likes. What was your name again......Monkey?"
Machi shook his head. "Machi. Machi Tobaye."
Ema shrugged. "Whatever. Bye." Ema walked off, munching loudly as she went.
Then Machi had an idea.
'WAIT! Miss Ema?'
Ema turned around "*MUNCH*What kid? I'm *MUNCH* busy!'
"What musics does Kristina like?"
Ema shrugged. "How should I know? Ask her yourself. Now quit bugging me!"
Machi sighed. ("Wow, she was a lot of help.") He sighed again.
***
Machi sat his desk staring at the blank sheet of music paper. He had a pen in hand, and tapped it against the table.
("Okay Machi, you've only got one chance. You've got to write a song that will make her fall head over heels with you. You have to make perfect! PERFECT!")
Suddenly, his eyes widened and he starting writing notes like he was on a caffine and sugar high.
There was a knock on the door. It opened, and Lamiroir stepped into the room. She quietly walked towards Machi, and then spoke.
("Machi, are you writing mu-")
("WHAT?")
Before she could finsh speaking, she felt a hand stike her face. It was Machi, he was startled by her sudden appearance. She cringed, he made a horrified face, his jaw dropping near the floor.
("IMSOSORRYPLEASEFORGIVEMEIDIDN'TSEEEEEEEEEYOOOOOOOOOOU!")
Machi was in a panic, but Lamiroir simply laughed softly and patted Machi on the head.
("It's okay, really. It was my fault for startling you like that. I should of known better than to disturb you during a note writing frenzy.')
Machi looked down. (Are you sure that you're okay? Really sure?")
Lamiroir nodded. (Yes, I'm perfectly sure.Now you have someone the the phone for you, so hurry and talk to them. We don't want to keep them waiting do you?")
Machi was puzzled. ("Who is it?")
("Actually, I forgot to ask. But here, you can find out.") She handed him the phone she was holding, and walked out of the room.
Machi put the phone to his ear cautiously. "Hello?"
("Well, well, you speak English now?")
That instant, Machi knew who the person was. And it was someone he didn't want to talk to.
Someone who he never wanted to hear from again.
Machi's eyes narrowed. ("What are you doing ringing here? How did you find this number?")
The other person laughed. (" I have connections. Having fun in America?")
("I know you don't care about me so don't try to flatter me. What do you want?")
(" The money. Where is it?")
Machi gasped. ("I.....I don't have it.')
(What about those cocoons? I worked my ass off to get them!')
(Well it's not my fault they sent Interpol!")
("Hah. I knew you couldn't do it. Machi Tobaye, the blind piano prodogy. The Pixie of Appreggio, was it? The little blind boy everyone was supposed to feel sorry for? Well maybe you should of stayed in that occupation, after all, lying to people is your speciality.")
Machi sighed. ("Look, just give me some more time an-")
("I'm giving you one month. Only one. You better come up with the money or...well you know. Goodbye, pixie.")
The caller hung up. Machi slumped over the desk.
("Sasha........I'm coming.....I'm.....I'm going to come and rescue you from them.....I'm going to.....you can count on me......Sasha......big brother is coming to save you.......")

Machi tapped his pencil against the desk. He normally would be listening to Kristina explain nouns, verbs and adjectives, but after what happened last night, he had too much on his mind to care.
Kristina noticed this. ("Hey, is everything okay? You seem distracted today.")
Machi perked his head up. (" Huh? Oh....I'm okay. I was just thinking about something.")
Kristina smiled. ("Okay.")
She went on with her speech, and Machi slunk back again. Kristina couldn't help but notice him.
"Oh no. Your lying..."
Machi started to worry. He knew that when she said that, she was on to something. He started to sweat while she focused her eyes on him.
"Hmm.....There's something that's worrying you.......and it's been worrying you for a long time." Machi felt ready to confess, when Kristina spoke.
"I....I can't put my finger on it, you just seem so all over the place. It must be complicated, though. Your face says it all."
Machi breathed a sigh of relief. "Yeah....it's like that. Nothing big."
Just then Kristina's face lit up.
"I have just the thing to make you feel better."
Suddenly, she grabbed Machi's arm and whirled him down the hall. He tried to protest when she suddenly stopped in front of a door. She took a deep breath, and pushed open the door. Machi realised she had just entered her father's room. He never really saw her father, but in those rare glimpses he did see him, he seemed to be the type of person who didn't appreciate people prying about in his bedroom.
"Mind you, I don't think anybody would, I sure wouldn't." Machi thought.
Suddenly, a white object flew in his direction. He figured it was from Kristina frantically searching through her father's drawers. Machi picked up the white object and inspected it more closely. It seemed to be a scarf of some kind, but it had frilly bits in the middle. Machi had never seen something like this before. He was about to ask Kristina about it, but before he did she groaned and got up.
"I thought there might be some normal clothes in here, but nooooo! My dad just has to be the fancy prosecutor. With that cravat and teas and-"
He couldn't hear the rest as she walked out of the room while saying it, leaving him alone.
He smirked. "She really wants to cheer me up."
He then turned around and saw a desk in the corner of the room. Curious, he went over to it to get a closer look. There where lots of papers and books on it, along with a laptop and a bright bouquet of flowers. Next to the flowers was a statue of a warrior of some sort. In the middle of the desk was a silver teapot and two cups. A picture of Kristina and her father sat next to that. Machi picked it up, looked at it and smiled. When he put it back down he noticed a filing cabinet near the desk. There was writing on the on each of the drawers. Machi leant in to see what they said. "Cases - A-L.". He bent his legs to read the lower ones. "Hm. They all seem to be cases, law cases I guess. Well Kristina did say that he was a prosecutor." He noticed a piece of a paper sticking out from the bottom drawer. Machi carefully pulled out some of it, trying to make out what it said. He made out an A, pulled it some more and saw the full word.
ADOPTION.
Machi didn't know what this word meant. He would of asked Kristina, but he decided that it's best to keep it from her. After all, if she told her father, he could get in serious trouble. He could hear her coming, so he quickly stood back up. She peeked in the doorway.
"Machi! Did I leave you here?" She seemed embarrassed.
Machi smiled. "Yes. You seemed to be in hurry."
Kristina blushed. "Yeah. Waitaminute .....your hair..."
Machi patted his head. "What about it?"
"It's too distinctive, it needs to be more normal-looking. Come. we have work to do." She grabbed Machi's arm and lead him to the bathroom. She put him in front of her then rummaged through the bathroom drawer, later pulling out a comb. "Now hold still...." She tugged at Machi's hair, trying to comb out the fancy arrangements in it.
"OW!" Machi found it very painful.
"Oh, don't be a baby. Goodness, how much mousse does your stylist use? Is that amount even legal? I mean come on!"
That was how it went for another ten minutes, until the doorbell rang.
"Oh, he must be here with the clothes. Wait here for a sec, 'kay?"
Kristina ran out of the bathroom and to the front door. Machi blinked and faced the mirror, inspecting the damage she had done to his hair. He gasped at how flat she had mangaged to get it. He sat there for a moment patting his sore and dramatically flattened head, until he heard a deep voice coming from the hall. Curious, he went to over to see who it was. He saw a man, and it wasn't her father. For one thing, this man was much more casual looking. Instead of a magenta suit, this man wore a grey jacket, with black trackpants. He also wore a light blue beanie, with a badge of some sort of face on it. He hadn't met this man before, but Kristina seemed to be very familar with him. They started to talk, and Machi listened intently.
"Thankyou so much Mr. Wright, I don't know what I'd do without you." Kristina said. Machi realised the man's name was Mr. Wright, the name seeming oddly familar to him.
"Heh, no problem. Say, what where they for again?" Mr. Wright replied.
"My father. He's painting his office and he needs some old clothes."
The man laughed a coarse laugh. "Your father? Painting his office? That's something you don't see everyday."
"Yeah, I know, insane, But it's true. The painters he orginally got weren't exact like he wanted, so he took it into his own hands."
Mr. Wright nodded. "Now that seems more like him."
Kristina pulled up a chair. "Can I get you anything? Coffee? Grape Juice?"
"No thanks. I have to pick Trucy up for the courthouse.She's there with Apollo now."
"Trucy...?" Machi was puzzled.
"Oh yeah, on that big case. Tell them good luck on that."
"Yep. Bye." Mr. Wright waved and walked out the door.
"Bye" Kristina waved back. She waited for a while to check if the coast was clear, then walked back to the bathroom. Machi saw her and quickly darted back.
"Here." She handed him a bag. "Put these on."
Machi opened the bag and found clothes. He pulled out a jacket, and found it was much too big for him.
"Are you sure?" Machi nervously asked.
"Well, it's going to have to do. Now go and put them on. You can use my room." Kristina repiled.
Machi sighed then walked to her room, emerging a few minutes later sporting clothes that were much too big for him. He and kristina shared a quick stare, then burst out laughing. "I must look so stupid!" Machi said, the laughter dying down a short time later.
Kristina smiled.'Sorta'
She checked her watch. 'OH NO!"
She grabbed Machi and raced out the door, not stopping until they reached a shelter of some sort further along her street. Machi grabbed his sore arm and rubbed it.
('You know Kristina, if you really want me to follow you, just ask. I don't think my arm can take it anymore.') he said with frown.
Kristina laughed a nervious laugh.
"Sorry. I'm just excited today.'
Machi was quick to apologise. 'That's okay.'
Suddenly, a bus pulled up to the road in front of them, and Machi realised that she took him to a bus stop.