Before I begin, I would like to thank OnlyFireworks for following the story. Hope this chapter makes it worth it. No Junko in this one, but she's definitely popping up in the next one. Let's see if anyone can guess the truth behind Kintarou's actions.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Kuroko no Basuke! No, seriously, cause if I did, I would so grab Kasamatsu out of the damn story, get him into a real life body, and have him all for myself!

It had been an exhausting week, to say the least. Being a famous composer does not mean the world is willing to cut you any slack. If anything, it's more like people are actually expecting you to pull all sorts of tricks ever imagined by mankind, forgetting that you, too, are in fact a mere human.

It was like the universe in general had decided to put Kasamatsu in the center of public attention, which, just so you know, he didn't enjoy no matter the profit it resulted in. He knew that being well-known, and a member of the music industry, would put him in such a place, but he never expected them to be so persistent and nosy.

The fact he had just signed a contract for a movie that was rumored to be a major success seemed to be the problem for all this. It was based on a mystery thriller bestseller, whose author seemed to hold the top spot with every book they wrote. What was the title again? Something that had the word "soul" in it... Well, he wasn't exactly a fan of books, so he couldn't be blamed for not knowing. Though he suspected he would have to read this one, as he was the one expected to come up with the movie's soundtrack... How boring...

Boring or not, it was still work, and he rather enjoyed his. So he would have loved nothing more than to get started as soon as possible. But his studio was full of reporters - courtesy of his manager - , and while at first he tolerated it, when Wednesday was well passed and he still had a crowd - literally - over his head, in his workplace, asking him all sorts of stupid and meaningless stuff - seriously, what did his relationship status or his sexuality have to do with his music?! - he started to fight for control. He could take a lot of things, but his job was sacred and he honestly considered himself fully capable of shooting anyone that got in his way.

As if things weren't already hectic - he decided to hire a couple of security guards and be done with it - his neighbors didn't seem to slow down when it came to their bunny fucking sessions, either. Even though he had promised himself to confront Kazuya on the matter, he knew his nerves were kind of strained, and he didn't trust himself to not vent his wrath on the poor guy - talking to his flatmate was out of the question, too. And while normally he would try to ignore the noise, the trials he went through during daytime prevented him from forgiving whoever disturbed his night hours as well.

To add more pressure to it, today was Friday, and it was his turn to host the little poker game that was his gang's part of life. He really wasn't in any mood to socialize right now, and he tried telling that to all of them, but, in the end, the only thing they did get was that he was down, proceeding to decide that a good dose of friendly testosterone with plenty of beers and pizza would do the trick. Fuck, he didn't know if he should feel relieved or pissed at the gesture. They could be such girls sometimes...

As he entered his apartment block, he found two men arguing quite loudly at the entrance lobby. Well, one of them was, the other just stood there with an irritated expression that bordered just shy of the first stages of anger. Come to think of it, the silent one looked suspiciously like...

Oh, this was good. This was fucking fabulous! He'd been avoiding the man all week to make sure he didn't lose it in front of him. But the pressure of seven days in a row came suddenly crashing down on him, and his sleep-deprived mind needed just the right trigger to finally snap, good manners be damned, and it came in the form of the yelling male's wildly raised voice - which, he mentally admitted, would have done the trick even on the most peaceful day of his life.

"I don't care about your schedule! ", he kept shouting his lungs out, long, strawberry blond hair that reached an inch or so past his shoulders flying around almost flamboyantly with the furious movements and gestures he initiated with his hands to emphasise his point. "It's obvious that, when a person wants to spend time with someone, they find it! I'm sure the fucking bastard was lying to me, and so are you, and I was right to put that damn piercing on his "little friend" down there! In fact, I'm proud of it, Kazu, you hear me?! So now I want the truth, and I want it fast! "

"Nothing is going on, Kin-chan! ", Kazuya was more than frustrated, it was plain obvious by the way his hands strayed to his temple.

"Lies again! ", the furious man was now beyond control. His amethyst eyes narrowed to slits behind his glasses as he growled. "Junko is busy these days, too, or so she says, so there's no way you're spending that precious time with her - "

"Hey, you! ", a gruff voice interrupted the bespectacled man, making him even angrier.

He turned to the source of the voice, and he nearly spat fire at the sight of a tall male, with short, spiky black hair, intense blue eyes, thick eyebrows, and a scowl that seemed rather natural. Muscles seemed to bulge under the dress shirt, and the angry man would have forgotten his anger had it not been for the fact that he hadn't fully vented yet. So he let the blood boil in his veins again and snarled at the intruder. "You! Stay the fuck out of it, or you won't live to regret it! "

Pointing a calloused finger at the long-haired man, Kasamatsu growled menacingly "You stay out of it, sunshine! I'm here to get something straight! I have unfinished business with Koizumi! "

Kazuya blinked confused at his neighbor, only for his words to register and the panic to return in his green eyes. At the state Kintarou was in, Kasamatsu's speech could - and would - be taken extremely wrong. There was no calming the "needle-wielding maniac" (as Junko often called him) down now. Oh, boy...

As predicted, Kintarou didn't take the news well. His eyes narrowed even more, now measuring the guy he considered his new threat up, and his voice took an eeringly low tone "Really now? ". He turned to Kazuya again, a pearl earring on one of his ears catching the light and winking to the composer as in a challenge "You two are friends? I don't recall you introducing us, Kazu dear. ". Before the man in question could reply, he gave a sidelong glance "I suppose the matter you wish to discuss is... personal, hmmm? "

Kasamatsu straightened his form, not noticing Kazuya's pale face or his discreet gestures to warn him, and haughtily replied "Sleeping arrangements. This damn noise when he's doing his thing when he's in bed has to stop, and pronto! It's tiring me out! I need my god damn sleep, damn it! He's a freaking beast! "

The bespectacled man looked ready to commit murder - and then maybe find a way to bring the victim back to life, so he could do it again. Clenching his fists, he focused all his attention on Kazuya's shaking form, and said through gritted teeth "Anything you'd like to tell me, Kazu? Please do, and I might spare you after I kill this bastard here. I knew you were lying. Busy schedule my ass... "

"W-Wait, Kin-chan", the usually collected male tried to clear the misunderstanding, "you've got it all wrong - "

"Can we please focus on my problem here? ", Kasamatsu joined in, still fuming that he had been there for a couple of minutes already, and his problem was still nowhere near solved. He never expected it would take that long...

"Shut up! " Kintarou spat at him. "You're in no position to talk, you fucker, you hear me?! "

"Now hold on just a damn minute! ", the black-head raised his voice, too. "Listen, pal, I don't know where you get off talking to me like that, but don't you dare - DON'T. YOU. DARE! - piss me off any further! I'm in the worst mood ever, all because Koizumi and his girlfriend have been at it like rabbits! Their sex marathon is making me miss my sleep! The damn banging on the wall, the groans, the screams, the squeaking of the bed, it' s driving me crazy! You really don't wanna try me right now! "

Thousands of ways to hide a corpse were immediately erased from Kintarou's mind, only to be replaced with a thousands of others. He did his best in sounding casual and not outright murderous, as he stuck his clenched fists in his trench coat's pockets, and asked "Girlfriend? Who might that be? "

"Hayashi", Kasamatsu answered instantly, giving him a "duh" look and mentally wondering whether the guy was an idiot or not.

A sweet, creepy smile took over the bespectacled male's features, and his amethyst eyes closed as he cooed in some kind of sadistic bliss "Why, that little bitch. She's gonna pay~ "

For some reason, the way his sing-song tone and happy demeanor contradicted the clear threat in his words, kinda freaked Kasamatsu out. Deciding he had actually no other reason to stay here, and feeling relieved at finally having stated his complaint, he chose to take the stairs instead of waiting in the lobby - where the tension had risen several notches - for the elevator.

It was only after he had entered his apartment that he remembered the mute horror in Kazuya's eyes at calling Junko his girlfriend that his stomach dropped dreadfully. Oh, God, wait! If he didn't want the other guy to know, did that mean... ? Great, he had just given away his neighbor's cheating affair with his flatmate! And to her true boyfriend, no less!

Considering this, he suddenly felt grateful that he would be able to later drown his guilt in beer and pizza...

And there goes the second chapter! So glad I actually made it this far, hahaha! Anyway, I do pity Kazuya. Do tune in next time to find out more. Also, after the third chapter, I will post up more character profiles, preferably Junko's, Kazuya's and Kintarou's.