... And Snowy is backkkk! x) Yep. I thought for sure I was done... or atleast taking a big long break, but nope. Here I am. after getting another hyped up inspiration..... from a phone commercial. Yep. This is what happens when Snow gets too much time on her fingers... and sits in front of the TV for six hours 8D This is making me realize that I have no life whatesover ._. Writing. No writing means more TV. And to think I was sitting in front of the TV with my laptop in my lap... *fails*

Ah well, I think I'm totally going to give up on The Strawberry or the Violin. At least for now. Going to try something new for a bit :D

Ages:

Yaya:17

Amu: 18

Ikuto: 21

We are all stars; we all have a dream.

~ i S n o w X 3 ~

"Okay!" Ikuto's manager said, clapping her hands together loudly. "Great job; I think we're done for today."

Ikuto didn't say anything as he placed his violin back in it's case. As much as he knew those words his manager said were compliments, they almost felt... empty to him. As if they were only said just for the sake of being said; as if they were words that a manager had to say to the musician. They didn't mean anything.

The blue-haired violinist slapped himself mentally. There was no reason he should be thinking like that. He and his manager had been great friends since childhood, though nothing more than that. Ikuto still kept his eyes open for that special person, but that was extremely difficult. Because of his status as a famous violinist, most girls wouldn't even get past saying a single word or two to him. They would let out high pitched screams and then cling on to him as if their lives depended on it. It irritated Ikuto to a huge extent. He couldn't stand it when it happened to him almost on a daily basis.

He sighed, slinging his violin over his shoulder and exciting the recording studio. Outside, he saw a company limo waiting for him.

"Tsukiyomi-san," The driver said politely. "Would you like to go home now?"

Ikuto forced a smile on his face and shook his head.

"No thanks," He replied. "I think I'm going to take a walk on my own before going back."

Without waiting for an answer, he turned on his heel and walked away, going in no direction in particular. Just whever his legs would take him.

See... this is what I hate about being famous. You can never get a moment alone. You can never just talk to a person like normal. It's always "Oh my gosh! You're famous!" this and "I want to go out with someone rich, so go on a date with me!" That. I hate living like this.

~ i S n o w X 3 ~

Hinamori Amu stuffed the last of the clothes into a large suitcase, pressing the top down and closing it. Beside her, Yaya was also stuffing another suitcase, only this one filled with sweet snacks.

"So Yaya," she asked for the fifth time. "Why again exactly are we doing this?"

The pink haired girl's companion looked up from her candy stash and blinked a couple times.

"Why am I packing candy?" She echoed. "Well, it's not like I'm going to go through this whole trip without sweets, am I? Yaya needs them to live."

Amu sighed. Her friend hadn't changed much since they met when Amu was only eleven and Yaya ten.

"No," She corrected her friend. "I meant why are we going on this trip? It seems like kind of a waste, no? We live in Japan, yet we're using our Summer to visit every part of it."

Yaya looked at Amu as if she were nuts.

"Because, Amu-chi," She whined. "It's summer! I want to have some fun! And besides, I haven't been to every part of Japan yet. I wanna go see all of it!"

Amu laughed and shook her head.

"It's going to be a bit strange," She sighed. "Since there's just the two of us going..."

Yaya's head snapped up from the suitcase she was packing to look at Amu again, her eyes filled with shock.

"Rima and Nadeshiko aren't coming anymore?!" She asked disbelievingly. "They lied to us then! Told us they wer coming."

"She was going to," Amu told her, sweeping some pink hair out of her face. "But it turns out that Nagihiko also wanted to do something with her for most of the summer, so she picked going with him. And as for Nadeshiko, she already told you, remember? She has to go to Europe to study the dancing styles there."

"Rima-tan and Nade-chan don't like us anymore... now it's Nagi this and dancing that.. what about us?" Yaya muttered poutingly under her breath, but almost instantly brightened again. "Oh well! Maybe if we find some people wandering around on the road during our trip we can ask if they want to join us!"

Amu didn't say anything, but laughed nervously and continued to help Yaya pack up some last minute stuff.

Wouldn't that be funny... and a bit weird? We go on a huge road trip around Japan and in the end, we find a bunch of random people on the street and get them to join us and make friends with all of them. It sounds fun...

~ i S n o w X 3 ~

Ikuto pulled the hood of his jacket over his head, hiding his face from the public. Yet it was the only way he could walk around without anybody recognizing him. It was extremely annoying, really. The only way people can't see who you are if half of your vision is blocked out by a hood, too.

He turned the corner, slipping into a small store by a gas station. At this late time at night, the store was pretty empty: just him, another man browsing the shelves, and the store cashier. Ikuto shrugged. He was hungry, might as well buy something pointless that might be useful later on while he can; in a store with only two other people in it. Less chance of anybody finding out about him and who he really was.

However, he couldn't help but notice the other man in the store. He looked surprising identical to the famous violinist that was himself. Same midnight blue hair that was starting to get a little long. Same lean, tall figure. Even the same violet blue eyes, eyes that flashed when they were particulary annoyed or deep in concentration. Still, there were many differences between them. Yet they were really subtle, like the shape of their nose and how many minor details on their faces were. If you looked at them up close and placed the two of them next to each other, the difference between them was obvious. But if you could only look at them from a distance, you would think they were the exact same person. Possibly clones too.

That's kind of scary... it's like he's my long lost twin or something. But... this might be giving me an idea...

All of a sudden, Ikuto's so called look-a-like grabbed a few small items the shelf and shoved them into his pocket. Ikuto watched from a little way behind, eyes wide with surprise. Was this something that this guy did regularly? The man suddenly turned his head from side-to-side, checking to see if anyone saw him. Ikuto quickly ducked behind another shelf, careful to not be spotted. The other man shrugged, plunging his hands back into his pocket and then heading towards the exit.

Just as he was about to exit through the large sliding doors, the cashier working at the store suddenly ran towards him, grabbing his arm.

"Sir," He said sternly. "Let me see what's inside your pockets,"

The man glared at him.

"See what?" He demanded, attemting to pull away. Ikuto watched the whole thing, not moving at all throughout the whole thing. As much as he knew stealing from stores was wrong, he couldn't help but feel that this guy... that he needed to help this guy.

He quickly grabbed a few things off a shelf, not even caring to look at what they were. Then he quickly walked towards the scene, sliding his arm in between the two of them.

"Excuse me," He said, careful to not let anyone see his face. "But I'd like to buy these."

The cashier glared at both men.

"Yeah but this guy was shoplifting!" He said, pointing an accusing finger at the one that wasn't Ikuto. Ikuto frowned.

"He's with me," He lied. "And he wasn't stealing anything. So can I buy this stuff now or what?"

The cashier frowned, clearly not happy with this. But, he reulctantly walked both of them over to the cash regiester, letting Ikuto buy whatever it was he had in his hands.

After he was done, Ikuto walked out of the store, the other man following closely behind him. Once outside, Ikuto turned to him.

"So what are you trying to pull off, huh?" He asked. The other man's eyes widened. He suddenly pushed Ikuto away roughly, taking off into the night.

"Hey!" Ikuto called out. "Wait!"

But the man was already gone.

~ i S n o w X 3 ~

Amu sighed as she closed the last suitcase and threw it in with the rest of the pile of luggage.

"Well that was a day well spent," She commented tiredly. "After procrastinating for weeks, we finaly got everything we needed for the tripped packed in a day."

Yaya nodded in agreement, flopping onto the couch behind her in exhaustion.

"I know!" She whined. "Yaya doesn't like work."

Amu laughed.

"But it was your idea to go on this trip," She pointed out. "If anything, you should be doing more work."

Yaya frowned.

"But Amu-chi's older," She retorted. "So you should be doing more work."

Amu shook her head. She gave up.

"Anyways," Yaya said, tightly hugging one of the pillows on the couch. "Can you stay the night? Amu-chi takes too long to get ready in the morning and Yaya wants to be there to yell at her to make her hurry up."

Amu frowned.

"But Yaya!" She protested, her mind racing to think of some excuse to go home. "I have to... I have to finish packing up my stuff back home! We already finished everything we need from your house, but there's still things at my house."

Yaya frowned at her.

"You already packed everything," She said, sounding a bit confused. "We went to your house to pack last week, remember?"

Amu opened her mouth to say something else, but quickly closed it.

"Fine fine," She said in a resigned tone. "I'll call my parents to tell them I won't be coming home tonight."

Yaya smiled, proud of her triumph over the pink-haired girl.

~ i S n o w X 3 ~

Ikuto had been wandering around town aimlessly for almost an hour now; he told himself that he should start heading back. But as he was walking back, he spotted a small cafe. Despite the late hour at night it was, and the particularly small size of the cafe, the place was pretty packed. It was completely full inside, there were people even spilling out of the door and onto the street outside. The only way to get in was trying to slip through the tiniest gaps between people's bodies... which didn't sound very fun to Ikuto.

Still, he knew the place well. They food and drink they sold there were quite good actually... which would probably explain the huge crowd even during this time of day. He shrugged. Might as well kill another hour or two by getting something to eat here.

As he pushed his way through the rather large mass of people, he noticed a certain someone sitting at the table in the far corner. Someone with dark blue hair and eyes, just like he did.

The guy from the other store earlier.

Ikuto blinked. This time, the guy wasn't doing anything that was obviously bad. He was bent over a page of sheet music, vigorously scribbling music notes down onto a piece of sheet music. His facial expression formed a frown, glaring at the paper with intense concentration. Kind of how Ikuto would look if he were doing the same thing.

From where he was standing, amist the crowds, he still had a clear view of where the notes were positioned on the paper. Ikuto softly hummed it to himself, just curious to see how it would sound like. The tune didn't sound too bad, actually. In fact, it was actually pretty good. Ikuto would've never thought to write a song like that, even though he's the one that's the famous violinist.

All of this making the little idea in his brain from the store grow larger by the second. Now, instead of trying to make his way to the cashier in the cafe to order something to eat, he tried to approach the man from earlier, hoping to be able to ask him a couple of questions.

As he walked in that direction, a girl bumped against his shoulder, knocking his hood off. Ikuto panicked.

"Sorry," He muttered quickly, hoping to get away from her before she realized who he was.

No such luck, though.

As soon as the girl recovered herself, she glanced at Ikuto's face and let out a high pitched squealed. Unfortunately, it was loud enough to get everyone else's attention. They all turned to stare as the whole cafe fell silent.

"Oh my god!" She screamed. "It's Tsukiyomi Ikuto!"

"Seriously!?" Someone else exclaimed.

"Crap..." Ikuto muttered under hs breath as everyone started to close in around him.

Well I think I'll end it here. I was planning on ending it later, but here seems like good enough.

Review please :D Or else I might loose motivation again...