Hello, there! I am not dead, not yet! But, I will be in about three weeks. Positively swamped with homework.

Anyhoo, this is just a short ten-minute drabble designed as stress relief. Please review, whether or not you enjoyed it!

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING BUT STRESS and a very nice betta fish.

Notes: none

Warning: Barely noticeable, barely-coarse language - in fact, it could be said to be used in context!Implied shounen-ai and violence. But if you blink, you'll miss it, so beware!

Ch. 5 - The Outfit

"I hate this."

"Suguru! Don't be so mean!"

"I am not mean. I am being honest. Brutally honest, if you must. But still. I hate this."

"But... But... why!"

Fujisaki Suguru blew out his cheeks in irritation. He glared, hoping the expression was intense enough to burn holes right through that baka's face.

"Must I explain?" He gestured at his wardrobe. "This is simply unacceptable!"

"But it's cute!"

Suguru glared some more. "It is not. Cute. And besides, only girls use that word. Neither of us is a girl."

"Shuichi would wear it!"

He rolled his eyes. "Shuichi-san is half-girl. And I'm not Shuichi-san, either."

A pause, followed by a pout.

"Don't look at me like that, K-san. I'm serious! I am not wearing that humiliating costume!"

K whipped out his gun and pressed it firmly against Suguru's forehead.

Suguru, however, was not deterred.

"Is it my imagination, K-san, or didn't Yuki-san confiscate all of your bullets before we left Tokyo? Something about how he was sick and tired of cleaning up Shuichi-san's blood from his hardwood floor?"

"I could have gotten more," K growled, thumbing the hammer.

Suguru raised an eyebrow. "When? You haven't been out of sight this whole tour! You've been too busy!"

K continued to growl for a moment, then removed the gun, stowing it in its holster, admitting his defeat.

The young pianist smiled, that creepy smile that he had learned from his cousin, Seguchi Tohma.

"Good. Now, you'll find me something else to wear for the show tonight, or you can have a concert missing one band-member."

K stood fuming for a moment, before nodding curtly and stalking off to the concert-hall's costume area.

The smile on Suguru's face widened, just a fraction, before he turned back to the offensive piece of polyester and polyurethane. He had an inexplicable urge to set fire to the ensemble, just to be certain he'd never have to see the horrid thing again.

At that moment, Shuichi walked by, catching a glimpse of the monstrosity hanging on the wall.

He stopped, doing a double take.

"Hey, K!" the vocalist shouted, suddenly excited. "Can I wear this tonight instead! Please!" He ran off after the tall blonde.

For a moment, Suguru could think of nothing. His mind was swarmed with the possibility of this outfit from Hell surviving.

Quickly, he grabbed it up and went in search of the incinerator.

Note: "Baka" means "idiot" or "stupid." Just for anybody who didn't know.

Eh-heh... Yeah, sorry. This is the second chapter in a row from Suguru's point of view! Am I doing well?

But, really, I wanted to see K taken down a notch. It seems as though he always gets his way. He can do the cute act - I've seen him do a cute act. It's not fair! And besides, I wanted to bring out more of Seguchi's traits in the younger generation - thus "creepy-smile."

So, yeah, again. Please Review!