Disclaimer: K is someone not of my own imagining.

And this is also for you, Rei-chan, because I couldn't go to sleep.

"H"

"Uesugi Tatsuha," and he smiled. "I believe I've seen you before. Fujisaki Suguru of Bad Luck, right? You play the keyboard."

Suguru blushed under the man's gaze (how shocked he would be to learn they were the same age!) "That's right, but I'm also the band's producer, and I write most of the instrumentals for our songs. Except for guitar, but Hiro is good about listening to my suggestions. Unlike some other people..."

Tatsuha nodded. "Yeah, I can't imagine what it must be like, working with Shuichi every day."

Suguru sank into a seat. "Oh, it's a night mare. I mean, Shuichi's dedicated, I'll say that much, but it's just...he can't function without Yuki-san and it's just affected his work too often. It's...tiresome, to say the least."

"And I imagine you get jealous, sometimes."

"What?"

"Nothing." Silence. "Tell me about the keyboard. Why'd you choose that as your instrument of choice?"

Suguru got up from his seat and crossed over to his keyboard, and closer to Tatsuha. "Well, I'll admit, one reason was because of my cousin, Touma. After all, he's why I first got into music in the first place, so he was kind of like my idol. Though now I just want to prove that I'm better than him." Suguru glanced up and shook his head. His fingers danced lightly up and down the plastic keys. "However, despite the emotional impetuses, I love the keyboard for its functionality as well. With the keyboard, I can do a thousand different things, play a thousand different ways, and create a million different sounds. It has an amazing range too, and my keyboard never has to be tuned. It is always accurate and...I just...love it."

Tatsuha smiled at the bright look on Suguru's face. "What are you doing now?"

"Huh?" He glanced down at his idling fingers moving across the keyboard. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm just stroking the keyboard, is all. I fidget when I'm excited, so I guess that's why I was doing that."

Tatsuha chuckled. "Can I stroke your keyboard sometime?" he asked with a lecherous grin on his face.

"What!"

"You know, you're kind of cute for a guy," he added, resting his chin in the palm of his hand and leaning closer to the keyboardist. "Be honest, am I your type? Would you go for me?"

"..." Suguru blanked for a moment, then promptly ran out of the studio.

It was bad enough being propositioned by another guy, he thought as he ran. But the worst part was...for a moment, he almost took him seriously.

End

I...should have been sleeping. Instead, I wrote that.