Disclaimer: I don't own K-on! If I did... Well, let's just say things would be very different. ^_^


A very frantic Ritsu sprinted full speed towards the music room.

She was an hour late, and being late meant less cake, more practice, and having to deal with a certain bassist with anger management problems. A couple of recent bruises made the drummer run even faster. Frequent exposure to blunt force trauma certainly wasn't good for the brain.

"So that's why all those stupid tests seem to get harder all the time!" rationalized Ritsu.

She barely studies, but that's beside the point. Now she can validly blame Mio for her idiocy.

The drummer was yanked out of her thoughts as she neared the room. The corridors were strangely devoid of music. Instead, the sound of lighthearted banter and the sweet scent of fresh tea wafted in the air. They were probably taking a break. Or plotting her demise. Except for Yui and Mugi, of course. Airheads were incapable of such thoughts, and their pianist was as evil as a plush toy.

Hopefully Mio was in a good mood today.

"Here goes…"

The doors opened with a nervous creak as Ritsu vainly tried to sneak in.

Failing that, she put on her best kicked puppy face and recited a litany of excuses that made no sense whatsoever.

Mio gave an irritated glare at the intruder. Everyone else just stared blankly, as if they knew exactly what was about to happen. Yui was busy smothering Azusa, while Mugi seemed to be preparing bandages.

"Why are you late AGAIN?" Someone did not wake up on the right side of the bed today.

"Err... I forgot the time?" Ritsu had a penchant for lame excuses.

"What the hell were you doing that made you forget practice?" Mio's hand was turning into a fist. Her eyes flashed dangerously. Any normal person would have shut up by now, but Ritsu, being Ritsu, did not shut up. Instead, a teasing grin crept up on her face.

"I was playing a game."

"It must have been one hell of a game," replied Mio cautiously. She knew where this was going and she didn't like it.

"It sure was! There were exploding heads everywhere!"

Mio screamed.

Ritsu leaned in for the kill.

"And the zombies were covered in barnacles."

It took less than a second for Mio's fist to make contact with Ritsu's defenseless scalp.

"Ow! Y-you didn't have to hit so hard..." The drummer's prominent forehead now sported an equally noticeable bump.

"Stop it! I've had enough!"

"You've had enough? What about me? I could even have permanent brain damage now because of you!"

"It wouldn't make a difference anyway! You're already an idiot!"

And so it went. Another normal day at the light music club. Things eventually settled down after a lot of yelling and a bit of cake. It was all good. Unfortunately, they weren't able to practice.

As everyone went home, Mio wondered if there was a way to get their band to rehearse more. If they ever wanted to make it to Budokan, then something must be done. Something drastic.