Pairings/Characters: K/Taki, KxJudy, KxArk
Theme: Making Memories and also kinda in honor of K's birthday
Length: 498 words
Notes: Done for the monthly drabble challenge and boy did it turn out weird.
There were many experiences that summer, so many that Taki couldn't say whether he loved or hated America. He knew he hated the college he was going to and that he couldn't wait to get back to Japan, Ken and Ma, and most importantly, the band. But, he liked being away from his parents and he loved the small town feel of the place.
What he really loved and despised was the American who happened to always frequent the same coffee shop as him. K-san as he had introduced himself was huge, had hair down to his ass and was obnoxiously loud. Despite that, there were moments when the man reminded him of Ma or Ken. Probably just the blond hair and sunglasses and something about the obnoxious attitude.
The bastard thought his Japanese was good and Taki would laugh, but not out loud, for fear of being shot. He'd always take the same table as Taki, saying that it would be a good chance to practice his Japanese and because Taki just had a look about him that screamed he was going places, if he just got the right manager.
Once Taki had voiced his suspicions that the American was a pervert and trying to pick him up, since he wouldn't have been the first. The American had laughed nervously and then showed Taki pictures of his wife and baby boy as proof that he obviously wasn't gay. Of course, he also happened to drop a picture of himself and a handsome man with dark hair who had his arm on K-san in a way that was not merely friendly.
At that point Taki had made it clear that the only thing he hated more than perverts were married gay men who wanted to have their cake and eat it. Over the years after that, Taki had come to realize how unfair he'd been to him and no longer hated the American for pressing the muzzle of the gun to his forehead. Instead of being scared, Taki had just coldly told the American where his apartment was and what time to come over. Looking back, his own audacity scared him.
That night when the American came, they didn't do anything. The guy had tried, but had been so drunk he couldn't keep it up. He'd started sobbing about how much he hated himself for having those weird thoughts, how wonderful his wife was and other things that Taki didn't even remember. He'd hated that night so much, yet had been so happy, even though or maybe because they wouldn't be seeing each other for years.
When he did see the American again, it was during a hot Japanese summer, just as he was leaving NG studios. They'd walked right by each other, the American not giving him a second look as he entered the building and it was obvious Taki was the only for whom that memory mattered.