Title: The Start of a New Beginning

Rating: T for femslash and foul words

Main Pairing/Anime: Mio and Ritsu from K-On

Disclaimer: I only own Kiroiko and Yoruki – The rest is owned by the creators of K-On, which is obviously not me.

Author's comments: I know it's been awhile since I've last posted any stories at all- but please bear with me here. I'm a really lazy guy. So anyways, I know that this fic is really OOC- but that's the way I'm gonna be writing this. And btw, no logical facts to why they're in New York and how they got there- So thank you CX

Summary: Ritsu and Mio are officially dating. But now they have to face more difficult obstacles. Mio and Ritsu got through starting a relationship, but now they are about to go through the toughest phase of life… staying in a relationship.

Kiroiko is at New York, trying to win Mio back – and Ritsu is nervous because he actually has a high chance in winning considering Mio has been acting very weirdly ever since he came. Ritsu and the gang meets Mugi's sweetheart and got the shock of their life. The triple date turned out to be a disaster but at the end, everyone only got closer to each other.

Ritsu

Last night turned out to be a disaster! I mean, seriously. Mugi had accidentally blurted out that Azuwolf used to like Ui, Yui's sister. And not only that, but Azuwolf ran off with Cheerie at tow! They totally left their lamb chop untouched. What a waste of money! Okay, I gotta to admit- The night wasn't a total disaster. Yoru and I got to be real good friends. And Mio… well, let's just say I got to see her drool a little under the moonlight- she's so adorable! But anyways, today's just another day when drama will cast its shadowy cloud above us and spray its watery substance all over our lives. But oh well, that's our life for you.

The alarm clock just wouldn't stop beeping! It was like someone had punched out its snooze button. No matter how many times I pressed the top, it just kept beeping and beeping like a… nuclear bomb or something! It was damn agonizing as I tried my best to throw the alarm clock towards the other side of the room. But it was really hard when Mio was right above me straddling me by the hip.

"U-Uh, h-hey Mio-Chan?" I mumbled, blushing so hard I felt the heat all the way from my toes. Mio didn't raise her head from my neck; she just muffled something that sounded a lot like 'my milkshake'.

"C-Could you- Woah, that's ticklish!" I muttered suddenly, pushing Mio back just a little. The beautiful angel sighed and laid her arms and head on my chest. "Gosh, you're really no fun in the morning."

"I just- really hate that stupid alarm clock." I exclaimed moronically as I pointed to the black penguin alarm clock that was still on with that stupid beeping. Mio rolled her eyes and reached her hand out to press a button on the side of it. The noise suddenly stopped. It was like Doctor Heroine had suddenly defused the bomb! I smiled cheekily at Mio and reached up to stroke her face. I opened my mouth to say something sweet but instead,

"That penguin is bullshit."

Mio raised an eyebrow while my eyes widened in panic. "No wait, I-I mean that penguin deserved it. Not bullshit." I turned away and hit myself on the forehead with the hand that wasn't stroking Mio's face. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why bullshit?" I whispered to myself as I moronically bit my lip.

A giggle ran through my ears and filled me up with confusion. Looking up, I was met with the sweetest forgiving eyes that anyone had ever seen. Mio was definitely an angel, but with the power to melt a person and break them in two with just a glance- Man, she's one powerful bassist.

"H-Hey uh Mio, I know you h-have your job and our recording session today b-but if you have time to spare, would you come motorcycle shopping with me?"

... Motorcycle shopping? What is wrong with me? First base down, I wanna ask my girlfriend on a date and I suggest motorcycle shopping? Is my brain screwed on right?

Ah- Every time I try to say something nice to Mio, I just screw up. The disadvantages of having a beautiful girlfriend- but then again, at least it doesn't make me look like a hopeless romantic.

"Oh, you're buying a motorcycle?" Mio asked curiously. I shrugged and looked away, unable to hide my blush of embarrassment.

"W-Well, I figured maybe It's time to get a vehicle to go around town without having to cram up with some stranger that calls you a hot girl that doesn't have the common sense to notice some 'hot shot' in a bus whether she likes it or not!" I blinked and looked up at a half amused, half confused Mio. "I trailed off, didn't I?"

She nodded and chuckled to herself. And with one final smile, she leaned down, kissed me and got up.

"Aw, come on. Stay in bed for a little while longer." I mumbled nervously, wanting to feel more of her strawberry kisses on my face. But instead of joining me, she winked and locked herself in the bathroom. I rolled my eyes, still grateful that the bathroom door wasn't those see-through glass types- I'm definitely not ready for that or I would be a bleeding fountain. I decided it was best to just get up and plan the events of today.

Just as I was about to get up, the living room phone ringed. I sighed and ran to the phone before I lose a nerve- What is with beeping noises today?

"Uh- Hello?" I answered lamely. The voice that replied was muffled and blurry. But I'd recognize it anywhere!

"Ritsu, hey. You got any plans today?" Yoru asked shyly. I smiled and placed a hand on my hip.

"Well, besides our band's recording session I'm planning to buy a motorcycle because of a stupid sentence I said this morning." I muttered sarcastically. I heard a chuckle and something dropping. "Is something wrong there?"

Yoru hesitated through the phone. "What? No! Of course not. Mugi just dropped a chair- I mean, I dropped the chair!" She exclaimed.

I raised an eyebrow and let out a half-hearted laugh. She was really a joker for a sour-morning person. I hate getting up in the morning. Hell, the only reason I do it is because of Mio. Well… and my other friends. "Right…"

"Uh, d-do you think I can join you in your motorcycle shopping thing?" She asked nervously, sounding as if she was forced to join me.

I shrugged and closed my eyes. "Sure, why not. After that we can go diving and go shoot some ducks- would that make Mugi happy?"

There was a pause. Suddenly a much more familiar and clearer voice rang through the receiver. "Oh hahaha, Ritsu. You think you're so funny, don't you?"

"Well, actually I kinda do think I'm f-"

"You're not!"

I was beginning to wonder where this was going. Was Mugi trying to make me feel down? Or was she just in a bad mood?... But her tone of voice was different. It was sarcastic.

"Okay, I have no idea where you're going with this."

Mugi sighed. "Look, I'm sorry. I just want Yoru to join you today with whatever you're doing because I promised Yui I'd take Azuwolf out for an… apologize date."

"Nice, you're cheating on Yoru." I smirked through the phone.

Mugi ignored me- obviously. "So can you please take her out with you?"

I sighed and pretended to think it through- when I was actually glad to bring someone other than game-freak Azuwolf out for a change. "Yeah, sure why not."

"Great. Oh and by the way, you're buying a motorcycle?"

We were at the studio, recording our latest song when suddenly the entrance bell chimed and a brown-haired woman with yellow highlights entered. Naturally she had a smile plastered on her face and her hair all combed straight with absolutely no hesitation at all as she walked in. But something was off about her. How did I know? Well, first off. Her smile was too strained. And her eyes were a little red and watery. Second, her clothes were all wrinkled and sweaty. And last but not least, she looked at me as if she was calling for help. Okay, I'm not trying to be dramatic here- but the girl was devastated.

She waved at us while we jammed and signaled that she was going to be in the bathroom- fourth sign. She was gonna get 'cleaned up'. Hell, I'm awesome at this.

When we finally finished with a perfect ending, Mugi excused herself quicker than anyone else and raced to the bathroom- She knew what I saw. She knew that something was wrong. But the others were just acting normal, they didn't know.

"Yoru's joining you for your motorcycle shopping, right?" Mio asked as she gave me a smile.

I nodded and placed my drumsticks on the drums before getting up and walking towards my water bottle (Which was placed by the corner of the room). Yui looked up at me excitedly.

"You're getting a motorcycle?" She practically shrieked.

Azuwolf smirked and joined me at the corner. "Knowing Ritsu, it was bound to happen someday."

"Huh, funny coming from someone who left their food untouched last night and manage to run off before she even says something nice to Mugi's sweetheart." I exclaimed, giving her the 'Burn' look.

She rolled her eyes and drank a large gulp from her bottle.

"So what type are you getting, Ritsu?" Yui asked, smiling. "Have you decided?"

Suddenly the speaker coming through from the audio settings turned itself on. "Ritsu, if you're looking for a good brand it's probably best if you get a three wheel Yamaha from the 2002 collection that they have in store at that Yamaha store down the street across from Hungry Jacks." Sawako said from the intercom.

I smirked at her and opened my mouth to reply but got interrupted by Azuwolf.

"What? No way! Yamaha has good cruisers but not for her, she's way too much of a noob. She should go with a touring Suzuki all the way from 2008. The latest version just so happens to be selling at a discount at Big Dog Motorcycles."

I blinked. How do they know so much about motorcycles? Mio looked as if she was wondering the same thing. Trust me, with one look at her face you'll burst out laughing.

"I like those police motorcycles." Yui interjected, smiling at us sheepishly. I raised my hands up in defense as the three argued about what motorcycle I should be getting.

"Guys, guys! I know exactly what type of motorcycle I'm getting." Azuwolf raised a sarcastic eyebrow at me. "I'm getting a Breva V 750 I.E. – one of them street Ducati bikes. I found one when I was searching through motorcycles this morning selling for half price at this place called Mater's Motors and damn, it's a beaut." I mumbled more to myself than to them. -1

Mio giggled and walked up next to me to get her water bottle. "I love it when you act like that, it's so cute." She mumbled while blushing.

My blush identically matched hers. At that exact moment, Mugi entered the recording room once again and smiled at my direction. "What did I miss?"

Azuwolf shrugged and leaned against the drums. "Ritsu's getting a Ducati street bike."

"Oh? I heard Kawasaki has really good ones."

I laughed out loud and smiled to Mio as she joined me.

The rest of the recording session was fun, Azuwolf still didn't like the idea of me getting a street bike- considering their wheels are really thin and there could be a 50 percent chance that I could crash. But I kept telling her that I knew what I was doing... most of the time.

Okay, to be honest with you I have no idea how to ride a motorcycle. That little spat I did that day while riding one to that snake's house after I had that realistic dream? Yeah, I didn't know how I did it. So when we parted our ways and I started heading towards the motorcycle shop, I started to panic. I mean, what if Azuwolf was right and I do crash?

Well, I guess I'm gonna have to find a good motorcycle-driving-tutor because I really don't want to be proved wrong by Azuwolf… well and be sent to the hospital.

Yoru looked alright when we left to go to Mater's Motor, she looked freshened up actually. I didn't want to be rude and ask her what the hell happened so instead I asked her about her poems and all.

"So what happened after Louis DeClaire asked you to perform for his play? Did you say yes?" I asked curiously as we walked past the busy New Yorkers.

Yoru sighed and shrugged nonchalantly. "He wishes, the part he was asking me to play was the blood-thirsty monster that emerges out of the woods and gets killed at the end. Oh thou shall grant me one wish to kill thy. What kind of part is that exactly?" She looked at me with a playful smile. I laughed out loud and nodded in her direction.

"Definitely. I mean, you are so meant to be Juliet in Shakespeare's play."

We both laughed to ourselves when suddenly our hands brushed against each other. I can't say I felt something like sparks, but more like a realization. It wasn't the fact that Yoru was a mysterious, beautiful and funny girl- Okay maybe that is the fact. She just reminds me so much of Mio, which is freaky because I was going to a motorcycle shop away from the city with her alone.

She looked at me and gave me a nervous smile, me flinging one right back at her. I didn't know how long we could keep this up- sooner or later things are going to get awkward. And that's where drama begins its rain. Hell, now it's already drizzling.

"Uh hey Yoru, one question- Have you ever dated a guy?" I blurted out unknowingly.

Yoru looked at me with her eyebrow perched before shrugging and looking away. "Yeah, I dated this freshman in my old high school before. He was alright, but when I lost a kiss to him he confessed that he was gay."

I stifled a laugh but a snort managed to let itself loose. "How many times has that happened in drama series?"

Yoru smiled at me nervously and lifted a shoulder before pointing at the bus we were going to take. "You know if we don't hurry, that thing is gonna leave without us!"

I nodded and we both raced to the bus. Just as it was about to close the doors, I managed to get a hand in between and push them open. I smiled at the bus driver and gave him our tickets before sitting down behind an old lady and in front of this goth kid. Yoru sat right next to me, leaving us in an uncomfortable position. To be honest with you, I kinda like this girl- but not in that way… I have Mio… and she's all I'll ever need.

I stared out the window and watched as the buildings of the Big Apple came and passed- it was pretty cool, considering I had never really paused to check it out before. But now that I had actually looked at the view, I was feeling pretty grateful to be able to live in New York in the first place.

"I was surprised when I first came to New York too…"

I turned my head and was met with a smiling Yoru. She looked as if she was in complete peace, as if the atmosphere around her would just melt and disappear into nothing but fake images of the mind.

"When did you first come here?"

She sighed and thought about it for awhile. "A few years back- probably when I was about… 13 years old. My sister took me in, but now she has her own life in California. I'm living with a roommate by Brooklyn. I don't have that much money to afford anything in Manhattan or anything." She shrugged and turned to stare out my window.

My chest squeezed in pity.

"What about your parents?"

She paused, and for a minute, I understood that she didn't like talking about them. But the question was out, and so be it. She didn't flicker or cringe, she just paused, and for awhile her eyebrows furrowed as if she was thinking about something real hard. I just stared at her confusingly, awaiting her reply anxiously.

"They um… They didn't want my sister and I." She whispered. "So at first, they shipped us off to my relatives back at Canada. But finally, my sister earned enough money to get one of us out of there. She asked me, but I declined, so she went off alone."

My eyebrows scrunched up and a wave of guilt crashed upon me for even asking a question like that. I should've known she didn't like talking about her parents, considering she never brought them up in any conversation whatsoever.

"Um… Yoru, you know if you need anything – Cash, a friend, maybe some humour around Mugi's dense world – you can always call me, y'know." I muttered free-willingly, offering her a smile.

She smiled back, and for a while I managed to see the true pain within her eyes, and said. "Thanks, Ritsu. You're a good friend."

I nodded and turned to stare out the window. Sometimes I wonder why I even bother talking when it always leads me to say things I would regret.

The bus halted to a stop fifteen minutes after we had stopped talking. For a while, we were awkward and tense at the sudden awkward silence, but then we started enjoying the peaceful ride, that is until the few kids from a few rows back started yelling and crying and being freakishly annoying. Therefore, when the bus driver signalled to us, I nearly jumped off of my seat!

Yoru thanked the bus driver politely and exited with calm, while I nearly tripped over my feet halfway down the stairs. God, what a clutz I am- but then again Mio loves me because of it. We walked to the broken-down, rusted, stained old shack by the corner of the seaside in silence. But when the shack came into clearer view, Yoru halted and gasped.

"What is it?" I asked, turning to watch her face turn pale.

She shook her head quickly, but still kept her uncomfortable frown in place. "N-Nothing. I just- umm… I didn't know we were coming here to buy this motor…"

"Well… Yeah. They have a real good discount on the brand I want to buy. Besides, I hear this place has a really generous clerk." I mumbled, raising an eyebrow in confusion. Something was off, she seemed way too tense.

"Y-Yeah but um… Maybe somewhere else- Like the Yamaha store! O-Or something… This place is just-" She paused and let go a sigh. "Nevermind, let's just go."

And with that, she brushed past me and continued walking to the shack.

"Generous clerk, my ass." She whispered absent-mindedly.

I followed her; confused, to the shack and wondered why she was so… upset. As we drew nearer, I began having doubts about even buying a motorcycle. Cause when the large, scary-looking, lean motorcycles came to view, I wondered if I ever thought of actually dying.

Shit. Im too young. I have never even watched Broadway yet! The Muppets are waiting for me!

… Okay completely off-topic.

Yoru hesitated as we finally got there. There was no door, neither were there any windows. There was just no wall. I mean sure, three sides of the shack had rusted brown walls but the fourth side was open. I stared in awe at all the motorcycles and tools and oil-thingies the clerk dude had in the shop. It was as if I entered motor-world.

"Okay, so let's just get your motorcycle and get out of here." Yoru mumbled quickly, looking at her watch. I raised an eyebrow but didn't question her, considering I've done enough to upset her already. I walked into the shack, trying my best not to slip on all the oil-puddles or to trip on any tools lying on the ground. Man, this place was a mess.

"Um, hello?" I called out, staring at the empty front desk.

Finally, a man appeared from the back room (Yes, there was a back room). "Howdy strangers, how can I help you?"

The man wasn't western, but he didn't look American either. He was…big-sized, plump, and by all means polite; fat. I don't mean to be harsh, but he really was big. He was wearing a dirty, greasy apron with stains all over them. He had light-brown hair that were beginning to drop already, and his eyes were a gleaming blue, the same shade of Yoru's eyes actually…

"Um. I saw your advertisement on the net about a Breva Street Ducati bike being sold at about 190.U.S. dollars here?" I exclaimed, taking in his greasy-ness and his sloppy smile.

He chuckled and nodded, sitting down on a short stool behind the counter. "Yep, got one in the back. But I'm not sure a small girl like you would be able to handle it."

My anger boiled. Who was this guy to tell me what I can and can't do? I want a bike, not some lecture. I opened my mouth to say something offensive when Yoru cut in.

"How ironic. That's what you said about Yuki and I, now look how far we've gone."

I turned around to eye her suspiciously, but if looks could kill both me and that man would be dead. The man in the front, snarled and opened his mouth to say something, but then his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. He began to mumble things like 'no way' and 'it cant be' when Yoru looked at me tiredly.

"Ritsu, let's just get out of here." She turned her gaze to the man to glare at him. "This guy's not worth our time."

The man raised his eyes and coughed a little. "Yoru? Is that you?"

For about two minutes, I was extremely blur, staring at Yoru then to the man then back at Yoru. What the hell is going on? Why am I left out here? How do they know each other?

"Well, you would certainly know considering we lived together for 4 fucking years."

Holy crap. Now there's cursing. What the heck?

"Um, what's going o-"

"I'm sorry, Yoru! But... You're alive!" The man exclaimed, his smile widening.

Yoru glared at him hard. "Not like you care."

I sighed in exasperation. "Will someone tell me what's going on?" I shouted, not caring who heard.

Yoru looked at me and frowned. "Ritsu,

This is my father."

Ouuhhhh...

...

After that completely non-relevant statement about the greasy clerk being her father, I had just stared at the two as they bickered and argued about past relations. I was just standing there, like an awkward person. No, like a duck. Like an awkward duck.

What the hell.

Anyways, for a while I just sighed and let them talk it out. But after awhile, I realized this was going to go nowhere.

"Holy shit, will you two SHUT UP already?"

Both of them turned to look at me in surprise, Yoru in half anger.

I sighed and shook my head. "I'm sorry for being rude. And I know you two got a lot to sort out after years of not seeing each other. But goddamnit, I came here to buy a freaking bike not to hear some long lost daughter and father bicker and get them nowhere! If you guys wanna sort things out, I'll check out the bike in the back and you two can bicker all you like!"

And just like that, I left with a huff. I swung the back door open, paused and turned back. They were both still staring at me. I frowned. "By the way, It'd be great if you guys would talk about what had happen," I mumbled. "Instead of arguing about why your father chose duck roast instead of lamp chop the night he shipped you off." I shook my head and shrugged. "That's just so non-relevant."

As I closed the door behind me and stared in awe at all the beautiful, magestically-made motorcycles standing in front of me, I began wondering how I would look on one of them, leather-cladded.

Hell yeah, I would look HAWT.

I chuckled to myself and stroked each motorcycle as I made my way to a red, black, blue one by the far end. Beside the motorcycle I was walking to, was a sign saying "Breva V 750 I.E".

I sighed in affection as the bike called out to me. Oh, the bike.

"Beautiful." I mumbled, getting on it and adjusting myself on the seat. It felt good. The seat was comfortable and the handlings weren't too large or far for me. I was feelings pretty good when the door swung open.

Yoru came stomping to me with a very tired-looking clerk behind her.

"Damn it, Ritsu. This guy is bullshit!"

"That's exactly what I said about the penguin alarm clock this morning." I mumbled quickly.

"So you getting that bike or what?" The man interrupted lazily, looking at me in disinterest.

I frowned and shrugged. "Depends. How much are you willing to sell this to me for?"

"400.U.S. dollars."

"A complete rip-off!" Yoru shrieked, glaring at him with pure hatred.

I recognized that hatred. It was the same hatred I felt for that pig Kiroiko. Well, almost the same. Yoru had a hint of hurt and pain beneath her hatred, but mine was full on-I HATE YOU SNAKE. Yeah... I'm smooth like that. The clerk frowned and gestured to the Ducati bike.

"This bike is precious. It's gotta cost a lot, Yoru."

Yoru hesitated and glared at him, for the millionth time that day. "Don't call me that! And obviously it's precious. If it's so precious, why don't you just give it to your relatives in Canada like how you did with Yuki and I. You claimed WE were precious." She was biting back venomous words and it took a while for her to regain her breathing.

I got off the bike and patted her on the back, trying to calm her down. I had to do something. She was running on fumes!

The clerk sighed. "I'm sorry. I know what I did was a mistake but... That was a long time ago, Yoru."

"A long time ago? That changed my life! If it hadn't been for you, I couldv'e gotten a normal life."

I sighed. "I don't even know how this is all related." I mumbled absent-mindedly.

Yoru's father looked away and frowned. "I know... It's all my fault."

Yoru looked away too and crossed her arms. Then it was awkward...

"So... About the bike?" I interrupted, needing something to break the ice. The clerk sighed and nodded in the bike's direction.

"190.U.S. dollars, as the net website implies."

I smiled and nodded. "Awesome." I took out my black wallet from my pocket, dug through the contents and pulled out a fair 200.U.S.

The clerk took the money and smiled, for once. He walked back to the front with the money in hand. I stared after him and finally back to Yoru. What a side I haven't seen her in.

"Yoru...?"

She sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Ritsu. I know I'm supposed to be motorcycle-shopping with you, and bonding with you and shit but-" She paused to take a breath. "I haven't seen that man in twelve years, you can't expect me to just give him a huge embrace."

"Yeah, I mean his apron and hands are frea-king greasy." I commented, shivering.

Yoru laughed and shook her head. "Yeah... So... We're good?"

"Hell yeah," I muttered, giving her a small smile. "Just promise me that side of you will never be directed to me."

She laughed again and looked away. "Course' not."

Silence. "So I didn't know you know how to ride a motorcycle."

I laughed and rubbed the back of my head. "Yeah... You see, that's the problem. I don't."

"You don't?" She asked confusingly, tilting her head.

I shook mine. "I don't."

"Then why are you buying one?"

"I was hoping... someone would teach me?" I muttered cluelessly, shrugging and chuckling to myself. I probably looked stupid and dense then, but I just needed to let it out. I was afraid of dying... Owh... Muppets... wait for me.

Yoru laughed absent-mindedly and gave me a lop-sided grin. "If you want, I can teach you."

Silence.

"You ride?"

"Truth."

Ouhhhh...

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1- What a beaut, hahahaha. Who says that nowadays? Such an oldie. Ritsu would know. Yet it makes her sound HIGHLY amusing. Hehehehehehe.

LOL this chapter was stupidly written.

I know, y'all may think that 'omg this is so stupid. Im never gonna read this again." BUT PLEASE, read on. I beg of you. I know this chapter is random and weird and awkward and not-to-your-liking, but I just gotta get this part of the story out of the way- and add a little humour. Heh heh.

So yeah, that's basically it. :D

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