Singing Heals the Heart

There weren't any classes going on right now, but he didn't feel like sleeping in his dorm, checking out a book in the library, or even going outside campus to buy some food for a new dish. He wasn't sleepy, he needed special books or a magnifying glass to read, and he wasn't hungry.

So he had spent the past few minutes wandering around the grounds, looking for a good spot to simply relax in. Finally, his blurry eye settled on an empty corner by a flight of stone stairs. "Matt" ambled to it and sat down, leaning against the wall. The stone was cold and seeped through his clothes, but he didn't care. The student clamped a pair of black headphones snugly over his ears and turned on his iPod, the iPod his father gave him only half a year ago.

He didn't admit it to anyone, but he missed his father. Not so desperately that he would randomly find himself sobbing until there are no tears left; just enough to feel a dull, pulsing sadness whenever his emotions ran too high, which you can say is almost as bad. You might hear him give excuses like "Oh, it's better that he died," and "Well, it couldn't be avoided, really." Both excuses were both pretty untrue. Now "Matt" is an orphan, and as for his father's death, it was a drunk driving accident. The drunk driver was not his father. It could have been avoided entirely if his father had been at a different place in a different time.

Music blasted into his ears; he always played his music loudly, to block out all surrounding noise. It probably wasn't good for his ears, and with his already limited sight he wouldn't be able to tell if somebody approached him. He didn't care, though. Listening to music without a care in the world; he only did this when he was troubled and needed a small break from life.

He closed his eyes without tears, only hearing the music. A Japanese song, a song he had listened to a million times before without really thinking about it. Hell, it was a romance song, which really had nothing to do with his life. He didn't care, though. Without hearing his own voice, he began to sing along, eyes still closed.

[OOC: Haha, I know already posted this, but I'm redoing the song. Into.. another.. song?
This is Last Night Good Night by Kaito... But I prefer this version because he's singing with a girl.

Translation of every line in parenthesis. Um.. The lines "Last Night Good Night" are in English, so they aren't italicized 8D]]

"Suya suya yume o miteru
kimi no yokogao

(I’m watching you as you sleep peacefully)

kizuwazu koboreta namida
hoho wo tsutau

(I don’t realize the streaming tears that wets my cheeks)
 
Setsuna no tokimeki wo
kono mune ni kakushiteta no

(I’m hiding these painful heartbeats within my heart)."

He took a breath, then continued the song in English.
 
"Last Night, Good Night

Last Night, Good Night."

He barely paused to go to Japanese.

"Kono yoru kimi no te nigitte
nemuru yo

(I fall asleep tonight while holding your hand tightly)

“Oyasumi.”
(“Good Night.”)
 
Sutekina asa wo mou ichido
kimi to sugosetara

(If only I could spend another wonderful morning with you)

Chiisana sonna kibou sae,
omou dake o kiseki

(Even if my hope is nothing but that, I think even if all I can do is think about it it’s still a miracle)

Nani mo tsutaenai mama
“Sayonara” o ienai yo
(How could I say “Good Bye” before telling you anything about what I feel?)
 
Last Night, Good Night

Last Night, Good Night

Kono koe karetemo
kienai MELODY

(Even if my voice will fade someday, this melody will surely last)
 
Last Night, Good Night
Last Night, Good Night

Itsuka wa mukaeru
saigo o omou yo

(When I think about the end that we will have to face someday)

Yozora ni negaou
tokiwa no egao o

(I cast my wish to this night sky that your smile will last forever)

“Oyasumi.”
(“Good Night.”)"

He was barely aware that he was singing, but his voice was still firm despite the high octaves, matching with the song with every note in his perfect voice that he never knew he had.

Out of boredom, and the need for something fun, Cecilla was playing ninja assassins with herself around the school grounds. Carefully looking around the corner of each building and dodging and slipping around suspiciously, she hummed the Mission: Impossible theme to herself. It was probably a good thing everywhere was deserted because her antics would most likely attract a lot of attention: a little girl with a teddy backpack, a zombified teddy and rattling lunchbox who looked very out of place in a boarding high school pretending to be Ezio from Assassin's Creed and holding pretend hidden blades in her hand.

"Hmm... Ezio can free-run up very tall buildings... and he's an assassin... just like I am today..." she looked up the stone walls of the building she was currently slipping around, "nah... I better not do that..." she paused again, looking up; there was a thin ledge about 1 foot in width running around it about 8 feet up. She gazed at her feet, then the ledge, then the wall and then her feet again. "Okies, I just gotta try it!" she squealed in excitement before quickly checking to make sure no-one was around. She didn't want anyone to see up her skirt when she jumped up.

"Allons-Y!!!" she shouted happily as she took a run-up to the wall, jumped to put her right foot to the wall, pushed up, and grabbed on the the ledge. "Phew!!" she let out a sigh of relief and managed to wriggle her way up onto the ledge very carefully. It crumbled a little under her feet and Cecilla began to worry... until...

"Last Night, Good Night
Last Night, Good Night

Itsuka wa mukaeru
saigo o omou yo

Yozora ni negaou
tokiwa no egao o


Oyasumi"

"Is someone actually singing that? Kaito..." Cecilla gasped in amazement as she heard singing coming from around the corner of the building, and not just any singing; vocaloids... vocaloid songs... "such beautiful singing nya... I must find the person!!" she declared to herself triumphantly and she shuffled precariously along the ledge and around the corner. Looking down she saw a brown haired boy listening to his iPod, who seemed oblivious to her whereabouts and he was obviously engrossed in his amazing singing. Ideas were swirling around in Cecilla's head as she giggles to herself happily. When she was slightly to the left of him she readied herself to jump down and surprise him.

"3... 2... 1..."

She pushed off from the wall and jumped towards the grass, making sure she fell away from the boy. As she landed, she rolled forwards and then turned back round with her lunchbox and teddy still carefully held in her hands which had been formed carefully into a pretend gun, much like little children do when they don't have toy guns, after quickly brushing her skirt down to make sure it hadn't flown up from the jump.

"Freeze!! Non-stop!!" she shouted to the boy with a serious expression on her face. Hopefully she heard him, though she stayed frozen in position to make sure.

Completely oblivious to the world around him, including his own singing, "Matt" listened to the song until it ended. He waited, the headphones muffling any surrounding noise around him; a few seconds later yet another song began. Again, he began to sing.

"Asa me ga samete massaki ni omoiukabu
AISU–"

He abruptly stopped, feeling vibrations in the ground. It was very faint, but that meant that someone was nearby. It stopped. That didn't mean that the person was gone, though. It meant that they simply stopped.

"Matt" opened his eyes, his one brown one falling on the girl in front of him.

His retina burned with the image: bright. pink. hair.

He paused his iPod, sliding the fragile thing into his jacket pocket and taking off his headphones as well, allowing it to hang around his neck. He stared.

"... Ah?" he uttered the simple sound, confused. There was a girl with pink hair with a very strange uniform on, and not only that, but it also seemed that she had a few.. Teddy bears? Were those teddy bears? And even with his bad eyesight, she looked extremely young.

Is she a middle schooler...? What would a middle schooler be doing here...?

He didn't hear her call before, so he just stared at her, dumbfounded.

Keeping frozen in her "assassin" pose, Cecilla paused in quick thought;
"Nya... so... he was singing a Kaito song, and then... he just cut off the ice cream song! I love the ice cream song nya... what is it called again? I know it's with the tune to MELT but..."
Completely ignoring the boy and becoming absorbed in her thoughts, she slumped onto the ground and continued to think, "Argh! What is it called? Ice cream... ice cream..." She flopped on the ground in frustration and began to chew on some sweets from the lunchbox "My ice cream..."

Cecilla abruptly sat up, smiling triumphantly, clicking her fingers and pointing at the boy, "My ice cream is melting!!" She jumped up and bounded over to him, "Y-you were just about to sing 'My ice cream is melting', ne? ne?! That last song you were singing was kinda sad, but ice cream means happy!!" she asked excitedly and rapidly as her eyes almost sparkled. As she was standing over him, she carefully analysed her rather surprised-looking victim; "The quiet prince type? No... The lonely prince type, yes! That hair, and his un-ninja eye is very pretty too... hmm... A mysterious lonely prince with an emo fringe?! All the way out here, singing to himself... He's probbie hiding a secret power within him and although he may be popular, he prefers to distance himself from the crowds because of some great secret! He could probbie change the world!! Another interesting person!!"

After snapping out of her odd movie-like daydream, Cecilla smiled at the boy happily, "And... if you're singing about ice cream, then you must like ice cream, right?"

[[OOC: Just pointing out a mistake XD; You can only see one of poor Matt's eyes, since you said 'pretty eyes' ]]

"Matt" stayed frozen in position, still staring at the pink-haired girl in surprise. His expression changed from shock to wonder to curiosity, though, as he watched her slump to the ground, apparently being deep in thought. Heck, she even got some sweets out of that weird lunchbox of hers and ate them while still thinking. Sweets... Ah, it'd be nice to have something sweet, but he didn't carry a lunchbox with him all the time.

He flinched when she suddenly pointed at him, backing up against the stone wall as she suddenly came up to him, asking questions. She knew what he was listening to? Wait, singing? Ah, I must have been singing unintentionally. he realized. Shoot, he didn't think that anybody would be around. But questions are questions, and they had to be answered.

"Um... Yes..." "Matt" said slowly, looking at her. She knew the song My Ice Cream is Melting by Kaito. Seeing her flamboyant appearance, she was probably into Japanese things. Heck, she was probably Japanese.

The girl seemed to go deep in thought again, but this time she was staring at him with bright green eyes. He simply looked back awkwardly, completely lost on what she might be thinking. H-Hopefully she wasn't one of those creepy types, right?

That question was unanswered when she simply smiled and asked him another question. Ice cream? Well, I sang that song just because it was playing.. he thought. But he did put it on his iPod. Heck, he loved sweet stuff.

"Y.. Yeah, I do," he answered, blinking a few times to calm himself. This girl was strange, and it was throwing him a bit off.

[[OOC: oh noes, trust me to make a silly mistake like that xD I shall go and correct it a.s.a.p x3]]

Cecilla's arm dropped and her smile suddenly turned into a confused frown as she noticed the boy seemed actually quite scared of her, as if she wasn't welcome, even though she was only playing around trying to have fun. "I guess... maybe he's more of a pirate lover and not a ninja lover...? It wasn't her fault if her performance didn't go well with him though, she was just curious... Maybe he's actually one of those scary loner guys who absotively hates company? Or maybe people around here aren't used to people jumping down from tall buildings? But... he was singing Kaito... he's gotta be a friend nya! He said he likes ice cream too... so maybe..."

She abruptly held out her lunchbox to the boy whilst hugging her teddy tightly with a slightly sad look on her face, and tears started welling up in her eyes, "I-I have magic ice cream in my lunchbox... you can have some if you like. But please don't be a meanie; I come in peace..." she sniffled as she shook her lunchbox, "I bear sweet goods and... and... I won't eat you..." she offered quietly in a sad voice. Somehow she also managed to rearrange her lunchbox-carrying hand into a "live long and prosper" sign, just in case it would work in settling peace.

He guessed something was wrong the moment she seemed to get upset. He had bad eyesight, yes, but one can understand body language, right? Bad timing for her to get upset, too, because he had just calmed himself. Seeing someone seem hurt from the way he acts–this happens a lot–makes him feel bad. Fortunately, this makes him go into 'nice-guy-mode'.

Ohshit don't tell me those are tears in her eyes.. Is this girl serious? he thought as he started getting up. He was quite taller than her, though, so he simply settled to a kneeling position, one knee on the ground, the other one bent so that he could get up at any time. Yes, he was completely unaware that this is a pretty princely position.

"I'm sure that would be fine," he answered evenly, placing a hand on hers, the one that held the lunchbox, and gently pushed it down. "Matt" broke out into a smile for the first time, a kind one. "Though you should put that smile I saw before back on. I'm pretty sure you're not here to eat me."

Cecilla watched the mysterious boy get up and kneel in front of her; it confused her a little, and he was almost her height aswell, even though he was kneeling down- it reminded her of just how small she really was. She sniffled and rubbed her eyes with her teddy and looked down, thinking. "Maybe he isn't a meanie-scary-loner-guy-who-absotively-hates-company... maybe he is a mysterious lonely prince nya? Heehee..."

Her hand shook in shock slightly when the mysterious boy's hand touched it, and his smile was warm-hearted, it reassured Cecilla a lot and she smiled a small but cheery smile back.

"See? I'm smiling again! heh... and I'm not a dragon, so I won't eat you, Mr. Prince...!" she said in a sniffly but happy voice as she rubbed her eyes again, "And just to warn you... it's magic ice cream, that's...that's why I can carry it around like this! There's strawberry, vanilla and chocolate, which one do you want?" she asked as she looked down at the kneeling prince-like boy, "You can pick any~ but only one because you shouldn't be greedy... I have sweets and cookies too, if you get super hungry!" she said as she managed another smile, more brighter than the last.

He inwardly sighed in relief when she smiled again. Good, so he hadn't upset someone. This girl really does have a multiple personality.. he thought.

He blinked. Mr. Prince..? Where'd she get that? he thought before noticing what position he was in. Aah, no wonder.. Well, there really was a reason to wonder. Who would call someone a prince, even if he was in a kneeling position?

He now stood up fully, looking down at her. She was a clear eight inches shorter than him, and he still couldn't shake off the feeling that she looked like a middle schooler, though he reckoned she could only be here if she was a high schooler. Though school wasn't going on right now, this was a private school.

So now she was offering ice cream... Magical ice cream too. Not a bad offer. "Um..." He put his hand in a fist, bringing the index finger up to his lips, as he usually did when pondering. "Vanilla, then," he said, lowering his arm and smiling. He'll ask why in the world she had 'magic ice cream' in her lunchbox later.

Luckily, Cecilla was more cheery now; she had someone to share ice cream with, and a mysterious-quiet-interesting-prince-boy at that. Maybe she could get him to open up a little too...
"Maybe he'll be my friend... but I don't even know his name... and he isn't particularly talkative... I'm sure we can discuss things over ice cream!"

"Vanilla, then"

Cecilla watched the mysterious boy make his decision and smile at her. "V-vanilla...? Nya... he has similar tastes to me... well, it's a good thing strawberry is my favourite!" she thought as she looked down at her lunchbox, "Heehee, he's probbie wondering what magic ice cream is! I hope he'll like it!". As she began fiddling with the clip that held the lunchbox together, Cecilla giggled happily.

Click.

Cecilla opened her pink kitty lunchbox and sat on the ground to try and get through the contents. In the end, she just tipped all the sweets and cookies out to try and find the magic ice cream. After searching, she finally held up two thin, shiny, blue rectangular packets that had spaceships, flying saucers and rockets on them.
"I found them, heehee!" she happily announced as she shook them in the air slightly. After carefully putting everything back into her lunchbox except for the magic ice cream, she walked up to the mysterious boy and held out the vanilla packet to him,
"Have you guessed what the 'Magic' is yet?" she giggled.

Just how many things does she hold in there...? "Matt" quietly asked himself as he watched the pink-haired girl look through her lunchbox, finally going as far as dumping all the contents out. Oh, that much. he answered, seeing a vast amount of what seemed to be sweets. She probably was a sweetholic like him, but to a further extent.

Ah? He blinked when she found the 'magic ice cream'; even if he wasn't too far away, it just looked like two blue bars. "Huh..." he said; the utter wasn't a question, just a simple sound, as he took the packet from her. He looked at it closely; it looked like it had space ships, saucers, and rockets in them. All it needed were some aliens.

Space.. Ice cream? he thought, moving his gaze back onto the girl. Despite that he had a little idea of what it might be, he simply answered, "Not at all. Care to tell me?"

Watching excitedly as the mysterious boy took the magic ice cream, Cecilla couldn't help but giggle, "he looks confuzzled! I guess he's not an alien or an astronaut or a space pirate!".
Cecilla carefully took her packet and opened it to reveal a solid pink bar which had small cracks on it. After taking a small bite out of it, she walked closer to the mysterious boy and held the bar up to him,

"I'll tell you the secret nya! It's superspecial astronaut food! The magic is that it's freeze-dried!" she took another bite and smiled, "It's frozen to -40 F and then vacuum dried! Pretty awesome, ne? I think it's magical! They taste odd, but they're useful for times like this!" she looked up with a big smile and almost sparkling eyes of amazement. Even though she had eaten it before, it still amazed her how to make ice cream into a tiny bar.

"Heehee, try it, Mr. Prince!" she said, pushing the mysterious boy's hand slightly, gesturing to him to open the packet.

When she held it up to him, "Matt" looked closely at the pink bar. He couldn't see the cracks, but the dry texture confirmed his suspicions. It really was space ice cream. He already knew how it was made, but he allowed her to explain.

"Interesting.." he murmured, knowing that you can get out of space museums. Did she visit them regularly for that? He never tried them before, just learned about them a little bit when he read about dehydrated food.

"Alright," he answered her request with a small chuckle, noticing that he was still calling him 'Mr. Prince'. Probably because she didn't know his name.

He carefully opened the bar, sliding down the crinkly bar to find a thin, white bar. He took a small bite out of it, eating it carefully. It was sweet and dry, the texture very different from normal ice cream but the taste somewhat similar. "Not bad. Where'd you get it?"

Cecilla nibbled at her strawberry ice cream like a little mouse; it was yummy and creamy! When sunk her teeth in, it had a texture like meringue, but then it melted in her mouth. Despite being frozen, it wasn't actually cold, "Heehee, it is yummy, isn't it?!" she agreed with the mysterious boy, "Ah..." she then looked down in thought, "If I told him where I got it, I bet he'll just go out and buy loads and I'll never see him again, because he probbie won't want to share!"

Pausing after her thought, she looked up again to see the mysterious boy eating the vanilla ice cream, seemingly waiting for her to tell him where she aquired the ice cream, "I-I'm not going to tell you! Unless you promise me that if you get some, you'll share it with me! After all, ice cream tastes better when shared with a friend, doesn't it?" she stood on her tiptoes precariously to try and gain eye-level with him whilst still eating her ice cream, however, this failed due to her petiteness. "Oh, and you haven't even introduced yourself yet, have you Mr. Prince? Then again, I haven't introduced myself either, nya!" she realised, worriedly, still taking tiny bites out of the ever depleting ice cream bar.

"Matt" raised his eyebrows in slight surprise when the girl told him that she wasn't going to tell him where she got the ice cream unless they shared. Ice cream tastes better with a friend...? he thought. The last time he ate ice cream with someone other than his dad was in fourth grade, with Takashi. The class was having ice cream as an event, and as usual "Matt" sat next to his best friend. He remembered quite well; Takashi got hold of a can of whipped cream and a chaos broke loose after that. It was hilarious.

"Alright, promise," he answered, holding out his hand with pinky extended.

"Ah?" He still held his pinky out, though the smile he had on before faltered. Oh, right, they didn't even know each others names. "Usually one tells their own name before asking for the name of the over, right?" he asked, smiling again as he quoted from the famous manga "Naruto".

Cecilla's eyes widened and began to almost sparkle as she looked up at the mysterious boy, who was holding his pinky towards her, "a... a pinky promise nya! This guy is awesome!". Cecilla lifted her right pinky and latched onto the mysterious boy's.

"Y-you're right, Mr. Prince!!" she gasped, "I'm sorry! But, that's not my name... I was just apologising! M-my name isn't sorry, it really isn't! My name is Cecilla... Cecilla Patchouli Izayoi! If my last name is written in japanese kanji, the characters in my last name mean 'sixteenth night'! A-and the patchouli is like the herb oil that smells pretty!" she said clumsily, with her pinky still latched onto that of the mysterious boy's, as she waited to hear what his name was. "Nya... he's going to think my name is really wierd..." she thought in her confusion.

"Matt" only smiled softly when she happily accepted his pinky promise, noting her joyful look. Apparently he was really making a good impression on her; something he rarely did to people around him.

"Hm?" He blinked when she told him her name and began to rapidly explain everything. He hadn't done the kanji in his head, but her name did write 'sixteenth night'. As for patchouli.. He never heard of it. That didn't stop her from being wrong or weird, though; no one can top this off their head within a second.

"There's no need to apologize..." he said, chuckling. She said her Japanese last name so easily... But did her first name get changed too? "Matt" was the only person he knew that got both his first and last name changed when he came to America. Was that even legal?

Oh, well, he always got weird looks whenever he told someone his last name. "You can just call me 'Matt'. Though Mr. Prince isn't bad either," he added teasingly, finally unlatching their pinkies. "Do you have a nickname for yourself, or is Cecilla just fine?"

"He... he didn't say anything mean... he laughed... but that wasn't a mean laugh; that was a friendly laugh nya..." Cecilla thought to herself just as the mysterious boy was about to tell her his real name;

She stared at him for a moment when he told her his name and unlatched their pinkies. Cecilla's arm flopped down to her side, "...just... Matt? No last names? No middle names? None whatsoever? I told you my odd name... unless... are you actually a prince who has come to save the world with your secret power, but you were left at birth and the person who found named you Matt and you've never ever had a last name?" Cecilla rambled confusingly, staring at Matt, "I suppose 'Prince Matt' has a nice ring to it. Are you looking for a princess who needs to be saved? Because I'm an assassin-ninja-schoolgirl, and can help!" she exclaimed as she clenched her fists and her knuckles made a clicking noise.

"Oh, and Prince Matt, you may call me Ceci, Cecilla... whatever you wish as long as it is nice and not mean! I don't like being called mean names..." her voice trailed off a little and then she bowed to the Prince. In mid-bow, she looked up at Prince Matt;

"So, Prince Matt, what's your story?" she inquired, hoping to find out if he really was as her made-up-on-the-spot story told.

He didn't answer her giant wave of questions as she questioned his name, but he wasn't confused or surprised like he had been before. He just looked at her with an amused expression while nibbling on his dehydrated ice cream bar, wondering if he should answer any of these questions. Should he answer them truthfully or untruthfully? Say that he was a prince that was sent from a faraway land? Was Cecilla really an assassin-ninja-schoolgirl? Either way, she was funny, even if she was dead serious.

He'd rather call her by her full name, since 'Ceci' really didn't fit him, even if he was just going to call her that. He wondered what he should call her–he never called anyone by a nickname and sort of wanted to try it out–when she asked him what his story was.

His story? What did she mean by that? His story... What did she expect? "Matt"'s story was pretty boring (no it wasn't), people wouldn't be interested (yeah they would), and it really didn't make any emotions run (wrong, people get sad and pity him).

"My story..." he repeated, rapidly improvising. "Actually, Lady Cecilla, I don't remember. I just... ended up here," he finished lamely. His imagination was really slow; it took him ages to think up of any type of story idea. "I don't remember much of what happened before, and before I knew it I was here in this school. I guess my old story has ended to make a new one."

Was that good enough?

Cecilla listened excitedly and intently as Matt began his story, and giggled when he called her 'Lady Cecilla'. Her giggle soon stopped when he abruptly finished at 'just... ended up here'. A wave of disappointment crashed over her, "I suppose... there aren't any people with superpowers around here... but still, he avoided my questions nya... maybe he's from the FBI and if he told me his last name he'd have to kill me?! Maybe he'll tell me later... Oh! but if he just ended up here... maybe he was brought here by some secret organisation!! They probably erased his memories..." thoughts bubbled around in Cecilla's head like a potion in a witch's cauldron.

"Price Matt..." Cecilla tugged at Matt's shirt and spoke worriedly, "were your memories erased before you came here? Did a secret, evil organisation bring you here? Or can you just not remember?" she inquired still holding Matt's shirt, but something bounced up in her head;

'my old story has ended to make a new one'...

A story... a new story...

"Wait... actually... Prince Matt, don't answer that!" Cecilla looked up suddenly at Matt and clicked the fingers on her right hand whilst abruptly pulling on his shirt with her left hand, "You need a new story, don't you? So whatever has already happened doesn't matter, right?!", she asked, with a serious but excited tone. Then an idea sprouted, a small, but pretty idea... and it made Cecilla smile as she looked happily at Matt.

He could sense disappointment, and tried to come up with something else, but by then Cecilla was already tugging at his shirt. I was trying to give the impression that I lost my memories.. he thought to himself, which seemed to slightly work.

It was somewhat true, even though he knows all his memories. After the death of his father, though, everything seemed to fly by in a rush until he landed in Whisper Hallow Academy. Something similar happened after his mother died; he remembered every moment of her suicide and funeral, but the weeks after that it seemed like nothing happened at all until he moved to America. It wasn't really memory-loss; he could remember what he did, but it was very faint and boring, not to mention depressing.

He was about to answer her when Cecilla abruptly told him to not answer. "Matt" looked at her in surprise, though she seemed to get his message. He gave a slight smile.

"Yes, I guess that's what it means," he answered. That was why he came here, right? To start over. "Are you going to be a part of my new story, Lady Cecilla?"

"Th-this guy must be some sort of... some sort of mind reader!" Cecilla thought, wide-sparkly-eyed, with her hand dropping from Matt's shirt as soon as Matt asked her to be part of his new story. He had said exactly what she was thinking, and that meant he clearly wanted her to be in his story! Cecilla was so happy, but she was hoping he had already figured what role she would play...

Guess.

"P-prince Matt..." Cecilla said, surprised and sparkly-eyed, "it would be an honour to be in your new story!", she bowed deeply and sincerely. "Just one thing though; I want to be the awesome sidekick who helps out lots and gets to kick baddie butt! I don't fit the damsel in distress role very well, I'm too tough! My looks are incredibly decieving!!" she grinned evilly as she stood back to roundhouse kick the air. She then leaned back into a fighting stance, "I'm pretty adept in martial arts!" she shouted, jumping out of her fighting stance, she went back up to Matt, "So will that be okies?! Will it?!!" she smiled.

Right question. She was enthusiastic about it. He smiled at her request, though he couldn't but help to wonder what in the world a sidekick would do. This wasn't some adventure manga, this was real life. There wasn't any way he could refuse this face, though, especially after making such a good friend.

"That'll be fine, Lady Cecilla," he thought after watching her roundhouse kick in surprise. He believed her when she said that she was good at martial arts, though it was slightly unbelievable when looking at her.

"Yay!" Cecilla exclaimed as she jumped up and cheered, "Thankies so much, Prince Matt! I promise to be a good sidekick!" she saluted, and then slowly dropped her arm; she had just remembered something. The reason why she had come here in the first place and jumped down to surprise him;

"Prince Matt, can you sing some more? You're really good at singing..." she asked, as she took a sweet out of her lunchbox and quickly popped it into her mouth, "I sing lots too, but I'm nowhere near as good as you are!". She would always sing when she's cooking, or drawing, or even practicing martial arts.

"I'm sure you will be," "Matt" replied in a kind voice as she jumped up and down. He was still asking himself how old she was. He really couldn't tell. Thirteen? Fourteen? Definitely not his age, right?

"Eh?" was his first response to her question. She wanted him to sing? "I'm.. Good at singing?" he repeated, confused. He was? Well it was true that he sang a lot, but that was because he wasn't afraid of his own voice like some other people were. Ah, but he didn't really like it when other people listened to him sing. Cecilla just overheard him.

"Um... Sure." If it was her request... "What do you want me to sing?"