disclaimer: I do not own Kin'iro no Corda
Perils of the Dark
First day of the second semester and already, Seiso Academy was abuzz with gaiety brought by the remnants of summer's spirits. Students, music and regular alike, socialized with each other for the first time since the end of the concours, past generation's animosity gone during the life-changing event. The enthusiastic cries of the females when they were reunited with their friends and the booming laughter of the males while they look on grew as they slowly milled through the school gates with rapidity.
Glancing here and there, one could not help overhearing the different story narrated by each students about their summer experiences. Some were full of adventures while some were just . . . sad. However, school seemed to invigorate their depressed souls.
These excitement, nonetheless, were nothing compared to the frenzied crowd slowly forming in the far corner of Seiso: the weekly school bulletin. Pinned on the first board were stolen shots of the concours participant's beach excursion in Kyoto under the heated sun, selected photos to be envied of—the majestic sight of the blue scenery, the male in loose tops or without any tops at all, and the female in colorful sundresses. With a trace of envy, they moved unto read the next entry: the test of courage trip.
This one was darker and ominous than the former report, taken in an abandoned shrine during night time, "participated by the competitors and their accompanists," it says. It held not an ounce of interest to the surrounding students yet one can't help glancing at the far right corner of the article and notice the miniscule image of two students in a very . . . compromising position. A he on top of a she pinned on the floor.
Every shade of black and brown eyes widened, their jaw literally dropping as the scandalous hint of the picture slowly processed in their shocked minds. That then sent the audience into incoherency.
"What does it say, what does it say?"
"Who are these guys?"
"I can't see the photo! Can you please move?"
"It's in jitters, can't you see? Hey, are there any names mentioned?"
"Yeah, Amou Nami."
"That's the reporter, idiot! Just read the article, will you . . . I mean, please?"
Perils of the Dark
by Amou Nami
Danger always lurks in the dark . . . or shall we say, a lover's tryst?
A gorgeous rogue seducing his princess would possibly be the most romantic thing in the world. But one must be careful when planning a rendezvous; you never know who lay awaiting around the corner.
Who are they and what exactly is their relationship?
Sequel to our story Caught in the Act.
Sorry for the shortness :) Prologues are supposedly short anyway.
Okay, due to public demand [LOL], I finally decided to start writing the story.