The student waltz down the empty hallways of the school building. Her steps were soft and rythmic in her heels as her skirt swayed with her hourglass hips. A small blue case was delicatly swinging with her arms in her hand. Blonde and curly-q hair framed her face, bouncing with her steps. Even her stance as she walked carried an air of an aritocrat. For this student wasn't just any low bred, mannerless, mundane student in Shokushu.

She was Maria Susan.

Maria was assured of herself of her standing above the many other students here, the many of them that were inside their dorms and, for those in the music club, inside a certain classroom 'practicing' or something. The small case in her hand containing her flute may have meant she would have interest to being apart of it. But that would mean sitting alongside the other students near by her seat in that little club. A dainty chuckle escaped her at the thought.

To be saddled alongside those other common students would be . . . a disrepect to her talent. A club ran by students could not possibly hope to reach the professional plateu of what she could display. It would be just to cruel for her to just come in and display her talents to them. It would break their little hearts to know they could never be that good. A sigh escaped her.

"Such is the duty of the upperclass, to hide their gifts from those who would envy them."

It had always been that way for her and, perhaps, in the future for her. But for now, she was headed to an open classroom to the students, one that she was assured that was vacant of any 'peers'.

31C

Perking at the room number, she turned the doorknob, loose as usual around this time, and allowed herself in into the dark room. Looking to the side left, her hand instantly reached for the switch that she knew to be there and on contact, the room became illuminated with the fluorescent lights above.

"Now, to get my training started." Smiling, she reached a regular desk closes to her as she laid the dark blue case on its surface. Unclasping the latches, she flipped the case open to reveal her silver plated and open holed flute. A smile reached her face.

"Now to show this school real music and art." She was quick to assemble the three pieced instrument, not even needing to practice, and soon, one ring and melodic tune passed over the fipple of the flute into the room and reverbrating out into the hallway.

Bored out of his wits, Nathaniel stuck his hands into his pants and walked down a seemingly deserted hallway. For a seemingly ordinary school boy like him, there were little options. He just took a swim this morning, so swimming and exercise were out fo the question, and as for the idea of staying in his room, he just wasn’t in the mood to go back to his cooing, attentive maids. The game console he so loved playing was currently ‘confiscated’ and hogged by a friend. The music room and choir room were all full, and outside made dreadful acoustics for his guitar. In his mind he realized that what he longed for is a fight.

“Unfortunately in this school, the only one’s you can have a fight is in any part of the school raping the students, or during competitions.” He muttered darkly to himself. Pursing his lips he whistled a catchy tune.

Another bend down the hallway, another flight of stairs. Still bored he just let his feet lead him to wherever he would go, not minding the direction till he had to go somewhere.

Finally a strain of melody caught his ear and he grimaced. It was a difficult tune, but for him it was too classical and highly unimaginative.

Still curious about this, narrow-minded music player who didn’t go to the clubs he followed the music till he reached a slightly ajar door.

Deft and nimble fingers began to dance over the surface of the flute pedals, holding them precisly and quickly as the rythmn of the song dictacted in its tempo and beat. Rosy lips parted to blow into the opening of the flute, a small moisture on the other side showing the warmth of her breath on the cold metal.

The new song rung throughout the classroom as she began commanding a flourish of notes worthy of an ochestra solo. Pleased with herself, she fought with a smile that would break out on her lips and ruin the perfect opening she had breathing out onto the flute. Several key signature changes later, she had completed some of the more popular classical songs known and was now slowly closing off with a crisp vibrato tone. Vibrato was always hard for many floutist to achieve in the beginning, but she has always had a handle in it and, had shown a few of the second chair flute players to do it. Of course, she didn't expect them to understand her explanation, but it was always nice to help.

Feeling a pair of eyes on her from the door, she lowered her flute from her lips, finally smiling. Most likely, it was someone attempting to find where the beatiful music had come from, investigating and finding her. Turning around, she barely caught the eyes of a male peaking through the ajar door.

"Well, hello there, and who might you be?" she enunciated