Author's Note: A story idea that has literally plagued my mind for years. Yeah, that long, lol! Yui Hirasawa is my second favorite anime character of all-time (a close call with Setsuna Sakurazaki from Negima as first place) and I'd love to explore her character underneath a microscope while being bombarded with the obstacles and pressures this story will put her through. She is far more complex than what people give her credit for, so I am determined to shed some light on that, all while satisfying my YuiAzu craving lol!

Now, I must say this now-I've rated this story M for a reason. There will be violence, heavy language, and sexual content. If that's a no-go for you...well, you should read the ratings before waltzing in, dude.

If you are chill with that, then awesomesauce!

Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy. And, as my signature salute to you all,

-Stay gucci

Disclaimer: I do not own K-On! or any of its characters.

Sunlight beamed lazily through the flimsy curtains, enshrouding half of the room in dull illumination. Articles of clothing, mostly consisting of a school uniform, were scattered across the carpet floor haphazardly. Located on one side of the room was a twin sized bed with a bulge resting peacefully underneath the sheets. Nothing could be seen of the snoozing lump except for a turf of deep brunette hair peaking atop the pillow and an arm dangling off the side.

Unfortunately, the tranquil morning was shattered by a persistent ringing. The alarm clock rattled vigorously against the bedside dresser's wooden surface and, after a few minutes of this, the bulge beneath the covers began to stir with small groans of protest. Life returned to the dangling arm as it blindly slapped against the dresser, missing the alarm clock several times before finally whacking it silent.

With the troublesome noise vanquished, the bulge curled up in bed once more and allowed grogginess to settle back in. The lump could feel the borderline state of intermediate conscious approaching, evidence that blissful slumber lurked around the corner. A content sigh escaped the tired lump before it snuggled further into the addictive warmth—

The door suddenly swung open to reveal a young teenage girl fully dressed in school uniform and prepared to face another day.

"Onee-Chan! It's Friday and time to get up. You have to get ready for school."

Releasing an incoherent mumble of discontent, the bulge simply shifted around in response. "Five more minutes, Ui…"

Ui sighed in exasperation before smiling endearingly at her older sister's antics. She had expected the lazy reaction anyways. She walked up to the bed and gently shook Yui's motionless form. "Onee-Chan? If you don't wake up now, you'll be late."

Feeling her stubbornness decay from listening to Ui's patient tone, Yui finally conceded and shot up like a bullet, her hands splayed on her lap. A comically determined yet sleepy expression graced her face. "I'm up!" she chimed groggily.

Ui, who was undoubtedly surprised by the swift movement, smiled at Yui's wild bed hair and unfocused gaze. Everything about her sister's appearance spoke otherwise, but she appreciated the enthusiasm. "Are you sure, Onee-Chan?"

"Y…yeah…" Yui slurred as she teetered from side to side. Just as she began to fall backwards, Ui clumsily caught her by the shoulders and examined her sister in worry...

She had fallen back asleep.

Ui rolled her eyes playfully until they snagged onto the digital clock. If she didn't wake up Yui soon, then both girls would be late for sure. However, tardiness was the last thing on Ui's mind since she always had a trump card for situations such as this. She stared knowingly at her sister's half-comatose state before stating calmly, "Onee-Chan, I already made breakfast. You don't want your food to get cold, do you?"

There was a decisive moment of silence before a bubbly, distracted smile stretched Yui's cheeks. With a will gifted by the glutton gods, she gradually straightened her posture. Judging by the excitable shine in those coffee brown eyes, Ui had effectively awoken her sister.

"Now I'm up!" Yui pulled back the blankets and swung her legs over the side of her bed. As the ditzy teen ran out of her room and down the halls to freshen up, Ui couldn't restrain a giggle at the sight of her wobbly legs.

Well, at least her mind is awake, she thought with a broad smile.

-XXX-

"In December of 1941, Japan joined the Axis alliance, and with their navy forces they attacked both European and United States territory in the Pacific Ocean…" The teacher's voice drawled monotonously as he paced back and forth in front of his students. His right hand gestured lively with every fact that fled from his mouth, his other arm was folded professionally behind his back. It seemed that his passion for the history of World War II was a polar-opposite compared to his class's own, especially of two peculiar band members.

Due to the habits of a hyperactive drummer, Ritsu Tainaka maneuvered her fingers as if she was twirling a drum stick between them. Her head rested tiredly in her other hand, which was propped up on her desk by the elbow. Her amber eyes gained a glazed over look to them as her mind drifted away from the boring reality unraveling before her.

On the other end of the room, Yui was experiencing a similar state of stagnation, though she expressed it differently than Ritsu. Her features remained bubbly the entire class period, giving off the impression that she enjoyed the lecture. However, in all truth, her mind was currently frolicking through a wonderful fantasy land full of ice cream, cake, cookies and other delectable sweets.

Unlike Yui and Ritsu, their third band member Tsumugi Kotobuki astutely paid attention to the lecture while jotting down extensive notes in her journal. Taking a moment to divert her focus, the wealthy blonde glanced at her band mates; it was easy to detect the boredom radiating from them like waves of a monsoon. Releasing a breath of mild amusement, Tsumugi's thick eyebrows lifted as she smiled down at her notebook. It looked like she would have to once again grace her friends with generosity and allow them to copy her notes after class.

Another half hour of torture endured before Ritsu and Yui were blessed with the sound of a chiming school bell. The relief was bitterly obvious for the history teacher as he watched his students frantically gather their belongings and scurry out of the classroom. He shook his head in disappoint at their lack of appreciation for the historic arts and began organizing the paperwork sprawled across his desk, sourly wondering what this generation could possibly provide for the world, let alone Japan.

Eyes sparkling like a puppy chewing their favorite toy, Ritsu held dearly onto the notebook graciously bestowed upon her. Trading grateful looks between the notes and the pleasant keyboardist before her, Ritsu began to realize how lucky she was to know such a virtuous classmate.

"What would I do without you, Mugi-Chan?! You're like a saint!" Mugi simply beamed at the praise as Yui looped an arm around Ritsu's shoulders and gawked at the notebook like it was the Holy Grail.

Lifting her fork to take yet another bite of the cake Mugi provided, the bubbly brunette said through a mouthful, "Thanks, Mugi-Chan~."

Mugi giggled serenely, a touch of pink coloring her cheeks. "No need to thank me Ritsu-Chan, Yui-Chan. Just return it next week, okay?"

Yui gripped Ritsu's shoulder supportively as the drummer cried joyous waterfalls. She shot her blonde friend a curious stare. "Why next week, Mugi-Chan?"

A deafening silenced echoed through the clubroom.

The last two members of the band, Mio Akiyama and Azusa Nakano, tried with all their might to ignore the question, silently continue eating their slices of cake. Mugi's uncanny ability to disguise her inner turmoil with a cheerful grin suddenly increased ten-fold, leaving Ritsu as the only one to enlighten Yui. All forms of giddiness drained from Ritsu and was replaced with the graveness of a woeful surgeon who just failed an operation. Gripping Yui's shoulder, she muttered, "Yui-Chan…we have a huge history exam on Monday."

"Eh! W-when did this happen, Ricchan?!" The brunette's arms flailed with childish panic; she was so genuinely unaware of this dreaded event that it physically hurt. However, her reaction only succeeded in earning further exasperation from the club members. A drop of sweat beaded down their temples.

Deciding to take an alternative approach, Ritsu cautiously turned to face Yui and spoke with the tone of an elementary teacher. "Don't you remember? You know…the super important test that the teacher told us about…p-practically two weeks ago?" Her voice jumped an octave at the tail-end her sentence, oh-so-painfully aware of the lack of recognition from the lead guitarist.

Even from the back of the room, it was visible to Azusa, who couldn't restrain herself any longer from chiding her ditzy sempai. "Yui-Sempai, I might not be in the same history class as you, but I did see a reminder of the test on the board under your class's agenda. Don't tell me you didn't see it." Azusa's reprimanding tendencies signaled Mio to pitch in her own two cents on the matter.

"Yui-San, I'm sure your teacher must've mentioned it a lot during class. Weren't you paying attention at all?" Scratching the back of her head with a sheepish grin, Yui's silent reply was evidence enough that her mind was too occupied with wonderful daydreams to remember her teacher mentioning any upcoming tests. Only a guilty giggle escaped her.

Ritsu sent a pout in Mio's direction and whined, "No fair, Mio-Chuan~! I was supposed to be the only one with a spotlight!"

"I don't think being a barer of bad news is something to be possessive about, Ritsu," Mio retorted dryly. Ritsu waved dismissively at the blank glare.

"That's because you don't understand the beauty of it all."

"Oh really?"

"Of course!"

Mio leaned forward in her seat with a skeptical expression. "Then explain to me how exactly that's beau—"

"Holy crud, Mio! Is that a barnacle on your leg?!"

Mio shrieked while wildly swiping at the back of her legs. "Where?!"

"So Yui-Chan it's obvious that you're gonna need some support on this," Ritsu addressed Yui, as if Mio's humiliation had never even transpired. The bassist in question remained momentarily frozen as her best friend's teasing registered in her brain. Her pale face shadowed dangerously as she raised her left fist.

"I think we should hold a study session at her pl—Ow!"

An almighty left hook smacked Ritsu in the back of her poor head.

"B-baka!" Mio screamed as her cheeks burned bright pink.

A large lump grew atop the drummer's skull in all its painful, comical glory. As Ritsu hissed under her breath, she managed to croak a weak chuckle before mumbling, "Th-that was mean, Mio-Chuan, but I guess that's why you're the dangerous ice queen~."

Mio clenched her fist again. "Do I need to hit you again?"

Ritsu giggled as she unconsciously scooted her chair closer to Yui out of fear. "N-no. I'm fine." Coughing awkwardly into her fist, the drummer's cheeky grin appeared with renewed vigor as she patted Yui's shoulder. "Like I was saying, we should have a study session at Yui-Chan's place for the weekend!" Yui showed absolutely no protest as she beamed brightly at the suggestion. The excitement continued to bubble within her as she glanced Azua's way, bouncing gleefully in her seat all the while.

"That sounds great! What do you think, Azu-nyan~?"

Secretly smiling at Yui's enthusiasm, Azusa bought some time with another forkful of cake before shrugging. Her cascaded down one side like silken midnight as she tilted her head and revealed a small grin. "Well, if it's for the sake of your and Ritsu-Sempai's grade, I guess I could come too."

Ritsu sulked heavily when she realized that the rhythm guitarist had off-handedly assumed that she would need extra help for the test as well. Of course, her assumption was correct—the drummer just wasn't exactly fond of hearing the truth. However, Mugi and Mio had differing reactions; they admired Azusa's adorable cat-like response like it was a rare species surviving in its natural cottony habitat. Yui basked in sight as well…but her reaction exceeded Mugi and Mio's by multitudes.

Azusa's smile faltered a bit with an inkling of nervousness as Yui started fidgeting, the brunette seemingly restraining herself. However, seeing as how the enrapture in the guitarist's gentle cocoa eyes flashed meaningfully in the underclassman's direction, Azusa could already predict what was about to transpire. She cringed in preparation—

"Kawaii~!"

Yui enveloped Azusa in a tight embrace while rubbing her cheek against the younger girl's contently. Despite the hug being expected, the underclassman couldn't restrain a startled mew from escaping her, which caused Yui's hold to strengthen.

"Awww, my Azu-nyan is so adorable!" she cooed. Azusa's face flushed when she heard the elder guitarist announce ownership of her so casually. Strangely enough, she had taken notice of her arms subconsciously rising to return the hug, but halted just before they made contact and attempted to shove away Yui's affections.

"L-let me go, Yui-Sempai!"

Ritsu and Mio remained silent as the eccentricities transpired. Besides, it was a daily occurrence. Mugi, on the other hand, ogled the sight with ridiculously large sparkles in her cerulean eyes while smiling serenely. This was also another regular, yet disturbing, action that Mio and Ritsu tended to ignore since neither of them felt comfortable questioning it. Something in their guts told them that it was best not to discover what ran through the keyboardist's mind during such times.

Noting her precious underclassman's reluctance to accept her hug, Yui sulked before releasing Azusa. "Mou!Azu-nyan always plays hard to get." Azusa eschewed her vision from her moping band mate while fighting to bring down her blush.

"You love birds done now?" Ritsu teased with a mischievous grin.

Azusa's blush returned instantly.

"R-Ritsu-Sempai!" the rhythm guitarist whined frantically as Yui happily continued munching on her cake. She seemed either unaware of the drummer's comment or wasn't giving it much thought; likely a mixture of both.

"Don't deny it Azusa-Chan~. You want to come just to be with your precious guitarist, ne?" Just as the flustered underclassman began to sputter a retort, another punch struck the back of Ritsu's head.

"Itai!"

"Stop always teasing our kouhai!" Mio hissed angrily with a deep blush of her own. All those years of receiving her best friend's abuse must've finally graced Ritsu with some abnormal form of immunity because she had recovered from the blow instantly. Smiling goofily with an even larger, steaming bump on her head, she concluded, "So I guess that settles it then! We'll all stay overnight at Yui-Chan's place!"

Showing disbelief at Ritsu's composed attitude, Mio looked over her fist skeptically…worried if maybe her hits were becoming weaker.

Mugi clasped her hands together in delight. "I'll make sure to bring plenty of snacks tonight."

That was practically all Yui needed to hear as she gained a far away and peaceful look in her eyes, anticipating the delectable array of sweets to consume later that evening. Slapping her hands on the table with finality, Yui proclaimed, "I'll tell Ui that you're all coming as soon as I get home today!" Her friends giggled softly, also feeling similar eagerness for tonight's get together.

-XXX-

Carrying her treasured guitar within its case—which was hoisted across her back—Yui trotted merrily down the city sidewalk, intent on informing her younger sister of the study session. The radiance of her smile rivaled the illumination of the midday sun as she hummed her band HTT's hit single, FuwaFuwa Time. If any random pedestrian was to take one glance in her direction, there would be no hesitation in theorizing that she was floating on cloud nine.

As Yui rounded the corner, she could vaguely see a local store a few meters ahead. In fact, if Yui remembered correctly, it was the one where Ui shopped regularly.

Many students at the lead guitarist's school knew of Yui's oblivious behavior. However, that rumor was revoked when she noticed something unusual. Her ears registered the sound of muffled yet aggressive shouting from inside the store.

The peppiness in her step dwindled into a more cautious pace. As she approached the store entrance, the screaming gradually increased in volume. An uneasy feeling kindled in the pit of her stomach. She momentarily halted to calm herself and take deep breaths, as she was almost sure that she was succumbing to her fears too easily. Finding her curios spirit return from a brief hiatus, Yui nodded to herself and continued walking.

Another male who appeared to be middle aged and brunette was walking towards Yui with a placid expression. However, his facial features became riddled with panic as he looked through the store's glass windows. His form was frozen in shock before he was able to break from his trance and frantically reach into his pants pocket. Yui's brow furrowed with confusion as he pulled out his cellphone and dialed a number with quivering hands.

"H-hello? Police? Y-yes, there are three people inside the store!" Even if Yui did indeed lack a handling in better judgment, her subconscious screamed for the guitarist to not look through those large windows. To turn around and just leave. Regardless, her body disobeyed the warning and she slowly crept closer.

The anxious citizen paid no heed to Yui as he continued relaying information to the authorities.

"They're all wearing masks a-and…and I think they're robbing th-the cashier! Yeah—Saitama! U-um…" Sweeping a hand through his tresses in frustration, the man frantically took in his surroundings. Once he spotted a sign a few feet ahead that read Imai providence, a very audible gasp escaped him. "I-Imai providence! A grocery store in Imai near Sakuragoaka High School! Yes—please, p-please hurry! I think they might shoo—"

His feverish rambling came to a stop as he dropped the cellphone and took a few steps back with his hands raised. Horror overwhelmed his very being.

That was the final straw.

Yui jogged up to the terrified man and, once she was within reaching distance, extended a comforting hand to him. "Sir? Are you okay—"

Bang!

A gut-twisting bang and loud shatter pierced the air.

Yui screamed in shock as she ducked and covered her head, protecting herself from the onslaught of flying glass shards. When she opened her eyes, they were met with a gruesome sight.

A flurry of crimson spurting from the man's back.

Yui released another shriek as his dilated pupils stared down at the gaping hole in his chest. His hands numbly cradled the wound before flopping backwards, falling to cement with a traumatizing thud. The life in his eyes instantly vanished.

Yui's fingers dug into her scalp as she panted with panic and sobbed heavy tears. "O-oh my Kami! Oh my Kami, oh my…" Turning her fearful, shaky gaze in the direction the bullet had travelled from, her panic proceeded to triple. An individual dressed a black outfit and ski mask confidently held up a hand gun. His haughty posture showed not a single inkling of regret for murdering the innocent bystander. A second robber wearing similar attired yelled furiously at his armed comrade while shoving him. The last thief, who was likely a female, was screeching in discontent as well at her partner's insane actions.

Completely immobilized with fear, Yui stared helplessly as the armed robber finally realized the guitarist's presence. She could see the killer smirk under his mask as he aimed at her quivering form. All energy left Yui's legs and she collapsed to her knees. Her life flashed before her eyes.

However, the second robber who had previously pushed his partner also glanced at Yui. This criminal's deep emerald eyes flashed in recognition. Frantically, he pounced the shooter's arm. The unforeseen interruption caused the killer's finger to slip and pull the trigger. A sharp whiz whiffed past Yui's ear as the bullet just barely missed her.

Something within her—something deeply buried and primal and weak from hibernation—jolted to life at the feeling of being fired at. Without stealing another glance at the arguing criminals, Yui shot to her feet and ran off, faster and more fluidly than her clumsy nature could ever hope to achieve.

The shooter growled to himself in aggravation as he glared at his partner.

"What're you doing?! I almost had her!"

"I couldn't let you kill her man!" the jade eyed thief shouted back. His armed comrade scoffed in response before placing the gun in the back of his waistband.

The female accomplice anxiously crept closer to her green-eyed partner and whispered hurriedly, "Didn't she look familiar to you?"

He nodded solemnly. "Yeah, there's no doubt…th-that was definitely her." He looked upon his female comrade with deep confusion. "But...it doesn't make any sense. I thought she was dead!"

"I thought the same thing, but she was just now standing there!"

Ignoring their conversation, the shooter carelessly tossed assorted foods off the shelves in search for something he wanted. "Fuck you two. I'm grabbing some junk food."

However, his splurge was cut short.

Taking advantage of the distraction, the cashier stealthily slipped his hand under the counter and activated the alarm. A deafening ring went off in the store.

Reaching behind his back without a second thought, the shooter menacingly pointed a finger at the cowering cashier. "You…" Revealing his hand gun once again, he leveled the barrel between the eyes of his hostage. He sneered cruelly as his finger lightly pressed on the trigger. "You'll pay dearly for that, you son of a bitch!"

"No!"

Just as before, the green-eyed robber grabbed his arm and misguided the bullet. The cashier flinched violently as a small hole appeared in the wall inches away from his head. He slowly slid down and curled into a quivering ball.

The female criminal assisted with subduing the shooter until he finally allowed them to wrench the gun from his hand. The trio huffed angrily from the skirmish as the alarm continued to ring noisily.

"The hell are you doing?! Stop trying to kill everyone! We only brought that gun for intimidation dammit!" The female sputtered in outrage.

Waving around the weapon like a toy, her twisted partner chuckled mockingly, "Are you fucking kidding me?! This gun is meant for one thing and one thing only. To shoot people!"

"You're out of your damn mind! I knew we should have picked someone else to come with us!"

"Oh please! This wouldn't have been successful if it wasn't for me!"

They bickered back and forth intensely, neither party willing to back down.

Soon, the distant sound of police sirens began to mix with the distress signal. A string of curses spilled from the shooter like molten lava. "Shit! This damn cashier got lucky! Come on guys, we gotta get the hell out of here!" His two rational partners held no qualms about the declaration and ran for the back exit, their bag of stolen money in tow. However, as the shooter began to run through the door, he turned back to face the glass windows with a growing smirk. He reached into his duffle bag and pulled out a spray can, shaking it rapidly as an evil chortle rumbled in his chest.

"Heheh, this city will know of our return! Guys, come help me with this first!"

Groans of protest escaped the others, but they obeyed and retrieved their own spray cans.

Author's Note: Welp, we made it through the first chapter! Please let me know if you're interested, if you'd like for me to continue, and all that other good shiz in the reviews! Until next time!

-Stay gucci