Guess who's back and better then ever? XD That's right!! I've finally returned! I bet you thought this fic was dead, huh? Huh?! XD Well, it's back and so am I! I've come back with another chapter of Music Notes, and I'm now in my Senior year of High School now. So woo-hoo! And now, dun dun dun, here's the long awaited Chapter 14!

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"Dammit!" growled Ka'oo, pounding his fist against the roof. He mumbled something in addition to this, but it was better left unsaid.

Across the roof, Bella muttered an 'eep' from shock at the sudden sound of Ka'oo's voice. She had practically choked on the sandwich in her hands; one that most likely was stolen out of the Mayor's refrigerator. Let it be known that right about now, as Bella managed to push the remnants of turkey down her throat, did Ned lift his head from the fridge and yell to Sally, puzzled, "Hon, where's my sandwich?"

Bella, however, would be oblivious to this and would continue to chew and nibble on the thick crust, even as she was still shocked by Ka'oo's outburst she forced another gulp of food down her throat, though, before she would speak to her older brother, "Did I…miss something?"

Ka'oo lifted his head, but his eyes were on the Who-city below. Yet, his mind was not upon those Whos but one other in particular. He sat above the large window that he knew guarded their Melody, but what he had made out angered him to no extent. He had witnessed the simple action within the room when jojo had so casually given her a set of glasses. It was the thing that happened next that made him so enraged. Melody had jumped up from her comfortable bed and swung her little arms about him. She was smiling…

The male who shot up form his spot, suddenly, as Bella had poked him at the back of his head. She 'eeped' again.

"Where – are – my cigarettes?"

Bella blinked at the randomness of the statement, and thus she cocked her head to match her expression, "…Ka'oo?"

"My cigarettes. Where are they?"

"Eh…Ria has them. Said something about dunking them in the river. Said she was tired of you killing yourself with 'em…" at this point Bella was poking her own fingers together. Her expression was meek and rather timid, compared to her usual go-lucky outlook. She braced herself fully for what was to come.

The outburst was just as Bella had anticipated.

"She did what?" Ka'oo responded, looming over her. Bella flinched under his gaze. Once seeing this action in his younger sister, he twirled around and away from her, placing his hands on each of his temples. He proceeded to mumble to himself with annoyance clearly ridden in his voice, "Annoying friggin sister…she knows I need those things or I go insane…when I get a hold of her..."

This mumbling continued on for a few more minutes and he would have continued to bad mouth Ria were it not for the familiar voice of one of his sisters pounded on his eardrum. The term 'speak of the Devil' suddenly came to mind.

"Why's he mumbling to himself, again?" he had heard Ria say to Bella. Ka'oo was overall unsure when she had come onto the roof with them, but he rather did not care.

In one quick turn and a number of few steps only, Ka'oo was over Ria and clearly not pleased with anything she had been doing. Rather then addressing her properly, he held out a hand to her and spoke in a firm monotone, "Cigarette. Now."

Ria did not flinch nor move, instead, she just stared at his hand for a few moments, taking notice of the structure of it. She knew what it 'look' like, but never quite took the time to analyze it before. This did not take long, however, as she pushed his hand back toward him.

"Can't."

Ka'oo stared at her in disbelief, and he seemed to be straining to keep himself all together, "And why can't you?"

"I threw them out for you."

Ka'oo's eyes flared for a moment, and he opened his mouth, planning to speak some profane words. This plan, though, had come to a halt, as Ria placed her fingers on his lips to keep him silent. This was part of the reason he was not quite fond of having sisters. He could only imagine the chaos that occurred in the Mayor's house with now 97 little girls running around.

"Quit the dramatics, Ka'oo," Ria had said so imply, and before she continued on, had allowed her face to soften over the matter, "Now, what's this really about?"

Now Ka'oo was the silent one, but not because of the fingers on his lips, but because he was at a loss. He could not find appropriate words to suit the way he felt. He could only see the image of Melody flinging her arms about Jojo, how she had wrung them so precise about his body. With a tense, he whispered with deep regret.

"She's all ready replaced me."

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The night was difficult to overcome, though, it had barely crossed over into the late evening when Melody determined her 'sleep' would not quite be considered 'sleep'. Perhaps she had only slept an hour after Jojo had left her. Still, even that was not positive. Melody glanced over to the clock. 12:01 PM. Just after midnight…

Melody sighed and put a pillow over her face. Perhaps her vision was taken care of – for now, but they could do nothing for her insomnia. It did not help that she had heard voices throughout the evening. Perhaps she was losing her sanity –It was very possible after all the things that she had been diagnosed with. Still, she was able to make out mumblings upon the room. After a while they had faded, but Melody had continued contemplating them. From what she had heard, they were composed of a male and two females. She shook her head and came to the conclusion she was going mental. It was after this first conclusion did Melody come up with a second:

She was not getting anymore sleep, tonight.

With another sigh, she lifted herself up from the comfortable bed, rubbing her eyes. She could not deny her tiredness as of now. It was far too late for that. As her little who-hands ran over her eyes, her fingers came across the glasses on her nose. She fiddled with them for a moment, randomly. Then, she grinned upon the touch of it. Since the simple pair of glasses had been set there, she refused to take them off. She came to develop some strange fear that if they were taken off, she would somehow lose him. Where they were now, well…they were simply in place, and everything had become so much clearer and lovely.

She had her new older brother to thank for that.

Then an idea struck her, and Melody dropped her hands to her sides. She glanced to the clock again – so distinct and perfect compared to the fuzzy blob she would normally be forced to view. It was while looking at this clock, however, did Melody think deeply over Jojo's gift. Perhaps she owed him more than a 'Thank you.'

Perhaps she owed him a present of his own.

Then her mind began to whir with ideas and she grinned at the thought. Then, she stopped and set a finger to her chin – what exactly did Jojo like? What sort of things did someone like Jojo like? She was at a loss and a disappointment, then…how much help would a present be if she did not know what he liked? Perhaps the idea was decent, but it was helpless without something to back it up.

At this point, Melody was out of her bed, and pacing about the large room, being careful not to wake up her sleeping sisters. She was cautious enough to avoid the remnant of toys scattered on the ground. This would have been rather difficult were it not for the glasses on her nose – more motivation for her to think of a proper gift for her new brother.

She had to think of something universal that was certain to be liked. This task, Melody believed was more difficult than she had previously assumed. The planning had gone for an hour, Melody soon realized as she turned her head toward the clock. She was lost in the time and had still remained clueless; head absent of any ideas. With this, she could not help but plop onto her bed. A defeat had overwhelmed her, and her expression contorted into something of failure.

To her own surprise, her stomach randomly growled.

Melody blinked and set her hand on her stomach. Perhaps that soup from earlier was not enough. She had not recalled the last time it so much as tensed. Still, she thought back to that delicious soup and smiled. It had gone down her throat so easily. It was so warm, and the phrase 'made with love' came to her head. A mother's love. She smiled at the though, a mother. Then, her mind went back to the delicious food that Sally had prepared for her.

…and that's when she came up with a solution.

She instantly shot up from the bed, and scurried out of the room, to the kitchen.

000

All throughout that night, Jojo was finding it hard to sleep. His night had began relatively silent. After dinner, he had gone to the observatory for another hour or so, then returned to simply fall into a deep slumber on his bed. He had not bothered to say good night, his eyes having a will of their own as they shut. Within moments, he was out. Despite this decent effort to join his dreams, he awoke somewhere close to 1:30 in the morning. He shuddered, and rolled in his bed. There was a small ruckus coming from the kitchen, and he was not particularly satisfied with this. There were 'clings' and 'clangs', and they all pierced his eardrums.

Tonight, he had just wanted to sleep, but this was not what whoever-was-making-the-noise had in mind. After a while, however, he found that it dimmed down - a 'while' being over an hour later, closer to three AM. It was not a pleasant thing for Jojo. If anything, it was unpleasant. Even after the noise had ended, he was still awake in his bed, and was like this for two more hours. His eyes would trail to the clock, and with dismay, he discovered it to blink with vivacity '5:02'. By this time, his mother should be getting up soon to make breakfast. There was no point in staying like this now. He sat up in his bed. His expression was bleak, and tired; as it should be.

Jojo simply sat there for precisely ten minutes, trying to force his mind to come to reality and out of the odd daze it had been in for the past few hours. He did come to a theory, however, that it was most likely one of his sisters that had dove into the kitchen at such an early hour. If he were right, his father had just slept right through it, like he always would have. He knew that Ned could have slept like a rock if he wanted to, even through wind and rain. For that, he was rather jealous. Jojo would have particularly enjoyed a decent night's sleep tonight. Instead, he spent most of it moaning in bed with displeasure.

In the end, he had to force himself to get out off the bed, knowing that it was far too late to even attempt to sleep again. It would be worthless, and, so, a tired Jojo made his way out of his room. His posture was slouched as always, and his eyes were barely open. He wondered what one of his sisters could have possibly been doing to cause so much noise in the middle of the night, and, first of all – why would they be up so late, and so determined to do whatever they were doing? The question puzzled him. His head and body swooned in harmony, and he had to hold his head with one of his hands to keep it from swaying. With the same hand, he ran his fingers through his bed-head hair. He did not much care for what he looked like at such an early morning. Still, it was due to this lack of enthusiasm, that he determined he might not go to the observatory today, but instead just crash in his own bed.

On this one thought, he had already reached the kitchen. He had not quite paid much attention to his surroundings; half way due to him drowning in his own thoughts, as well as the obvious lack-of-sleep factor. Still, he figured the best place to go was the kitchen, and simply wait there until his mother was done with her cooking and he could go ahead and have breakfast, or at least get something to drink. His throat was particularly dry this morning. He felt in the mood for some simple water, this morning. That was all – nothing special in particular that he thrived for, just water.

But it would not be the water that he saw first, or even the refrigerator. No, not quite…

The first thing he saw was a small Who-girl curled up by the counter. She was splattered with flour on her face, as well as a few dots of icing on her face. Her eyes were shut, and the pink strands of hair brushed along her cheeks. In one of her hands was a mixing spoon, with splotches of pink and white upon it. Upon closer attention, Jojo realized instantly that it was Melody, the newest addition to their 'little' family. He found all this odd, but he strolled over to her, close enough so he could make out her shallow breathing in her sleep. Still, she seemed so peaceful, but a question throbbed in Jojo's mind. What could she have possibly been making so late at night? The answer sat on the counter, sitting with such perfection. It was decorated in pink frosting, though, it was clearly composed of chocolate. Upon closer examination, Jojo realized the motivation behind Melody's action.

There sat a cupcake, and sprawled in clumsy white frosting was written, 'Thank you, Jojo'.

And a shadow of a smile crawled on his lips. He glanced to her. He saw the image of the rest of his little sisters in his head, and he could not help but laugh lightly. She leaned down toward her, and hauled her onto his back, careful not to awake her. With this, he strolled away from the kitchen in order to take his little sister back to her own room.

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