What the heck? Azusa Nakano thought to herself. She could never recall a time when the music room she adored so much was awkwardly quiet when all five Light Music Club members were present. Although, there was that one time when the club decided to do a five-way staring contest. Which didn't last too long when the rest of the members instinctively stared at Mio with sparkling eyes. It ended with Mio freaking out and fleeing to her corner, remembering a story Ritsu had told her of the "Eight Eyes of Doom" that supposedly would drag you into the deepest pits of hell if you even gave one glance to each eye. Yui and Mugi even bothered to label her corner, "Sanctuary". Still, even if the club was playing a game Azusa wasn't informed of, the silence seemed ... different today.

Upon further inspection, she saw that nobody even touched the beautiful strawberry cakes Mugi had brought. From glancing at the elegant white teacups with the all-familiar yellow swirls, Azusa could guess that everybody but Yui and Ritsu had taken at least one sip of the now-cold tea.

Wait … what? Yui-senpai and Ritsu-senpai didn't even …?

The perplexed guitarist then took a glance at the usually energetic brunette upperclassmen. Ritsu had both elbows on the table, with her hands supporting her head. From the way the drummer's head was positioned, you would think she would be looking directly at Mio. Although the concerned golden eyes were looking directly at the regularly jolly lead guitarist.

At a glance, a true friend of Yui's could definitely see what was wrong with the picture. First of all, untouched cake was directly in front of her face. Enough said. The guitarist's arms were crossed on the table, supporting her head. Those once gleaming brown eyes were reduced to a dull, boring brown. Yui was staring at the table as if it was the last entity that would even lend an ear to her, even it was just imaginary.

The two long-haired beauties just occasionally looked at each other, as if searching for an answer to squish and destroy this unbelievable tension in the air. In spite of the long stares, all one could read from Mugi's eyes was: This reminds me of a suspense anime I watched last week.

Sweat-dropping, Azusa let her "Brain Train" load up and take off for a long journey. Maybe something happened in their classroom? Seniors must have a huge amount of drama in their lives, right? Maybe Yui-senpai got a boyfriend! Or, somebody teased her? Or ... Maybe ... ?

Her Brain Train then hit an unexpected Armadillo that had taken a wrong turn from Texas, and flew off the railroad to plunge into a deep and endless ocean of yesterday's math homework when a very desperate Mio finally spoke up.

"Hey, Ritsu?"

No response, not even a look of curiosity from Ritsu. Azusa started to annoyingly slurp her tea just so she knew she wasn't going deaf.

"Um … I've been thinking of seeing the Aorta Annihilator this weekend. Since I read some reviews that it was a really fun movie."

Azusa nearly choked from bull crap.

The Aorta Annihilator! From all the reviews I read, it's the most terrifying horror movie of the century! … Eh?

"Oh! I see now!" Azusa unintentionally blabbed out. Quickly covering her mouth after wards, she flushed red and awkwardly shifted her focus to watching Ton-chan chase a chunk of food all around the tank that kept escaping from her mouth.

"Good for you, Mio," Ritsu stated in a barely audible voice.

Mugi clasped her hands together and said in the most polite tone she could manage, "Yui-chan, Ricchan, would you like a new cup of tea?"

Ritsu sighed. "Mugi … we haven't even touched our tea, let alone our cake the entire time we've been here. What makes you suddenly conclude we want more stuff to just lay around to waste?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't even thinking." The lovable blonde replied in a hurt tone while she lightly bowed.

The Brain Train had lost eight cell passengers, but it recovered from it's plunge in the deep and started to trace the railroads once more. It even gained another cabin of cells.

What's with Ritsu-senpai? I knew she never had any ounce of manners in her, but that's just uncivilized! What did Mugi-senpai ever do to you? Too many high-class cakes and cookies? The tea is of too great for your taste buds? The villas weren't good enough for that lazy log you call a body? This just pisses me off so much! An unexpected lightning bolt crashed into Azusa's cranium. Wait, did she say 'we?' Since when did Ritsu-senpai talk for Yui-senpai?

Azusa's Brain Train had taken an unexpected right turn to the territories of Azusa's infamous and daring black cat's side. If you're so mad about it, then tell her off! Who gives a crap if they're your senpais? They're acting more childish than you ever have been in my eyes!

"You're right … " Azusa whispered to herself. The Brain Train has gained a new malevolent cat.

"RITSU-SENPAI!" The twin tailed guitarist boomed and rose from her chair as if she was a monk that had just reached spiritual enlightenment. She stared at whatever she could see from the drummer's face. Which as of now, was just her gleaming forehead.

"Why the hell are you two being so pissy today? You two barely practice with us, anyway. All you do is just chatter up, and you can't even do that right! Seriously, what are you going to do with yourselves?"

The forehead twitched. The brown potato called Yui clenched her fists together.

Unsatisfied, Azusa fearlessly choked up a few more words she would later regret.

"Hey, Mugi-senpai, Mio-senpai. Don't you think we should follow the examples the club leader gives us? I mean, we all want to become great musicians someday, don't we? Come on, Mio-senpai, let's act bitchy and moody too!"

The forehead wrinkled.

"Why don't you just shut the fuck up Azusa?" Ritsu lowered her hands, revealing her dead-serious face. The blistered hands then tightly wound up into two fists on the battered table.

Taken aback from the language, the black cat side of Azusa faded from her vocal chords. Leaving the little guitarist with an odd taste of remorse and sourness.

"Ah -" Azusa managed to utter out. The golden eyes burned into her doubting burgundy ones with killer intent.

Hateful black cat, look what you've done! Azusa screamed into her throbbing head as she trembled in fear.

"Scared, Azusa? Good. I hear cat's should fear dogs anyway." Ritsu said in a threatening tone. Mio planned to run screaming to her Sanctuary Corner, but her legs didn't move an inch when the moment really counted.

"I'm … going home now … bye," Yui spontaneously said with a loud and shaky tone with tears falling from her rosy cheeks.

"Yui-chan … " Mugi sorrowfully mumbled.

Ritsu deformed her fists back into her normal beaten hands. The forehead queen had a defeated and disgusted look on her face.

Yui gave a quick half-hearted wave before grabbing her bag and slung her beloved Gitah over her back.

"Ah, wait! Yui-senpai!" Was all the neko-wannabe could utter before Yui rushed out of the club room.

As if on cue, Ritsu followed suit and sprinted after Yui.

"Azusa, it's not your fault. It really isn't." The sable-haired bassist finally said after a very long four seconds, gently touching her massive hands with the troubled tiny ones.

"Of course it's my fault Mio-senpai! I don't even know why I said that!" Azusa then walked over to the nearest wall and begun to repeatedly smash her head into the cold, unforgiving structure.

Mio sighed. "Azusa, we have to tell you something."

The all-knowing blonde eyebrows tensed.

"You see ... "

"You … you're joking … right?"

A/N: My first fanfic. Spare me! Though criticism is widely accepted.