A/N: Uh, Scarlet wrote this one. We're actually skipping Tezuka/Atobe and maybe posting it next week or sometime in the future because I wrote it and hate it with a furious passion.

Thanks for the catch, Sammi! I had noticed it a while ago, but I guess I forgot to change it. ^_^;; --Scarlet

Disclaimer: Konomi's. Do we really have to do this every week?

Drabble the thirty-fifth: Tachibana/Kamio

"This has no rhythm at all!" Kamio grumbled as he scrubbed furiously at a stain on the carpet.

An-chan appeared next to him. "It's supposed to be good for the baby though, Kamio-kun." At the front door her brother dumped his keys on the table and removed his shoes. He dropped the grocery bags on the kitchen counter..

"I don't care anymore! I'm sick of this classical bullshit! If I have to listen to one more Mozart or Bach or Chopin, I'm going to scream!" Kamio howled, throwing down the scrub brush.

"You just did scream, Akira." Tachibana crouched next to his former vice captain. "Besides, I have something for you?"

Kamio perked up. "Strawberry pocky?"

"No." Tachibana pulled something from behind his back. "A music note mobile for the nursery."

Kamio frowned suspiciously. "What does it play?"

Tachibana smiled and pushed a little button on top of the center.

Kamio practically cried tears of relief when it was soft jazz, rather than a classic lullaby, that drifted through the room.