Disclaimer: I do not own anything K-on related as those belonged to Kakifly. The lyrics are from Marvin Gaye's Let's Get it on.

Meeting Place

He always saw her at that table for two, by the window, looking outside and a drink in front of her. She always stares outside, an unreadable expression adorned her and the cup of tea always left un-drink. She usually takes a few sips from the cup, but then she just left it there, bare. And by the time she left about an hour later, the tea will remain untouched until a waiter come and clean the table.

He didn't know when it started but when he notices it, he has always been staring at her, consciously or not. She had a certain aura around her that made her stood out in front of the crowd, and he guess he's not the only one notices it. There are certain other customers, females and males seemed to be taking interest in her as well.

"That girl, surprisingly, she's an attraction to this shop," Percy, the café owner often makes jokes about it. The café Seaweed Blues was not particularly large. It was moderate but what pulled the customers was the ambience. The café feels very welcoming, the shade not too bright, but neither dark, the slow music and the people who worked here. It feels very, homey he figured.

"Maybe you should talk to her," Percy talked to him from the other side of the counter.

"Me? Huh, no way. I don't think so." He didn't think he could talk to her. She was something else and he, at best, normal.

"Well, you've been staring at her a lot. You should just go. Honestly, I'm tired of watching."

"Gah, who asked you to." He drinks his lemon tea.

"Well, so much for trying, I guess."

The girl at the table for two, by the window was breathtakingly gorgeous. Long black hair adorned her full frame, beautiful long legs, great figure, she was absolutely amazing. She always carried that sort of guitar bag around; he assumed she's a guitarist or bassist. Whenever she's alone, she will silently stare outside the window or took out her usually blue notebook and scribble something down. And he thought her expression full of focus was kind of, cute.

"She's a bassist, you know? At some all-girl-school around this area. Nico went to their gig once. They were great, he said."

"Aha," he didn't hear anything Percy said, just the girl at the table for two, by the window.

On days when she brought her friends, they took tables and chairs there and there were five of them. They talk a lot, about various things like training camp, the next gig, pink marshmallow, nightmare wedding and such. They were a cheerful, happy bunch. But, the girl always had interesting expressions when they're around. Happy faces, understanding faces, angry faces, crying faces, all kinds of faces unlike her doll-like reverie usually and that made her looked even prettier.

"Dude, you should definitely talk to her, like, right now." Sato Riku, his best friend and lead guitarist of the band tell him one day. His nickname was 'Strike'. Kind of an asshole, but he never really knows why he hangs out with this one.

"Riku, get real. Not gonna happen." He remembered saying that to him.

"Dude, either you hit that, get a homerun or you'll spend your whole life a virgin."

Remember what he said, an asshole?

"Riku, I'm telling you, it's not happening."

"Alright bro, whatever floats your boat. I guess you'll still be seeing her a lot but after next year, you'll see her somewhere with a round belly and a guy who just couldn't let go off his hands around her."

"Riku, you're an asshole."

"I try."

The statement haunts him for nights.

The next time he saw her man-less, stomach un-round he let out a sigh of great relief. Seriously, this business of talking to her is seriously taking a toll at his health.

"Kou, talk to her." Percy just said one day.

He groaned, "Percy, don't"

"Well, it's getting a little annoying."

"No, it's not."

"You're not the one watching."

"Well, sucks to be you."

Percy let out a sigh, "Kou, just get your balls up, walk to her, tell her all those embarrassing things about love, get her to listen, ask her to bear your babies, anything man. Seriously, this is getting stupid."

"Who said anything about love?!!"

"Not the point!"

"Okay, assume that I will talk to her, what will I talk about?"

"I don't know," Percy took another glass and clean it, "You're in a band too, right? Talk to her about that; music, bands, the whole shit."

Kou let out another sigh, "Fine, get me her order, I'll give it to her."

But later, he did not move even an inch towards her.

"Shit," he later confessed. "I'm a pathetic, loser, dirt, thrash of the planet, got cold feet when I finally had the guts to talk to her, I'm so useless!"

Riku let out an empathetic face, which is insulting. "I'm sorry, but let me get this straight. So, what you said was you chicken out even before making the first move. I have a question, since when did you trade your penis for vagina?"

Did he mention how much of an asshole he is?

"Riku, shit man! Can't you be less of an asshole for like one day?"

"And deny myself the pleasure of mutilating you?"

"Riku!"

"What, it's fun."

"God, damn it!" he nearly pluck his hairs out.

"Kou," Riku started, "Frankly, you're nothing. Beside that golden voice of yours being the only reason we still keep you in this band, you're practically shit."

"Oh, gee, thanks!"

"But," Riku continued, "Through whatever great power that's been holding this universe this whole time, we get to think that there's something special about you. You're thrash, dirt of the planet, true. But, there's a reason why you're the vocalist of the band."

He could barely believe it; Riku actually had something nice to say.

"What I'm trying to say is that you're pathetic. But still, you're somebody. Not just any normal joe. You're something."

And that answers every reason why he still hangs out with Riku. He's the biggest asshole on the planet. But, beyond that, he's deathly honest. He will never hide his true feelings and that is reason enough. He's definitely a good friend.

"Still, a dirt's a dirt."

An asshole, but still a friend.

He decided to try again later.

"No can do, brother. We got a heavy gig tonight."

Oh, shit.

"It can wait till later, can it?" he was almost begging.

"Yeah, and miss practice and end up making shits out of all of us. That'll be nice."

"F-damn it!" this really suck he thought. Seriously, heavily, utterly suck.

"Dude, don't worry. Hot girls have their own PLC, Product Life Cycle. It is launched; it grows, and at some point, may die. It won't be long before someone else claims her. Well, too bad. I guess you miss your chance."

"Well, screw you!"

'Shout' was one of the craziest joint in town. It was so hot that many of the bands who performed there went major. Names like Ray Gunz, Fate, and Fakers started out small at 'Shout' but then got themselves a major deal and went rocking all around the globe. And 'Shout' was the place they're suppose to play tonight.

"So, whatever happens, I will not allow anyone or anything to fuck up this one-in-a-million chance of awesomeness." Riku did made that clear last week. He never thought it's going to ruin his life.

"Look, Kou. I know you're a bit restless. But considering the fact that you never really talked to her this few weeks, what's one more day, right?"

"Riku, I can't stress this enough, you're an asshole."

He did not enter Seaweed Blues that day.

When he realized it, they were already back stage, preparing their instruments.

As he helped Fauzul carry his keyboard, Akira, their rhythm guitarist called him as he peered through the red curtain of the backstage. Kou, curious as to what, came to him and both of them continue to look through the draft. From there he could clearly make out the whole stage and the audience. The world beyond the red curtain was simply amazing. The hum of the guitar, the beat of the drums, the crisp of the bass, the cheer of the audience, it was absolutely breathtaking. Surprisingly, he felt a cold excitement running through his back.

But then, what startled him was the bassist of the group.

"It's HER!" he almost shouted.

The girl at the table for two, by the window, was playing the bass. And she was awesome. The song was quite high paced but she managed to pick up the beat and played complicated pattern on her Fender Jazz Bass and the beat was catchy, he found himself shaking his hip to the song. Her features glow and her face was fill with passion, none that he ever notice and she was as alive as he thought she could be.

"The bass was good," Akira noted.

"Yeah, I'm surprised." He confessed.

Her bass was heavy, fluent and confident. The beat never falter and the hum never stumble.

"Feel challenged?"

He almost laughed at that one, "We will rock. Between me, you, and Tsukiko, we can rock any corners of the world."

And he was feeling more excited as he did before. Surprisingly, suddenly everything made sense. The first time he notice her, she was carrying her bass to the café. He didn't realize it back then but when he first saw her, he knows that there's just something about her. Maybe it was the attraction of two people with the same interest. Or maybe, it's the spark of rivalry, but the moment he concludes that she too worked with music, he know that he was attracted. Basses, guitars, vocals be damned. She shown him her stuff, he can't wait to show her his.

As the cries of encore slowly fade out and her band bowed and ready to exit her stage, her eyes finally caught his. He didn't notice anything at first but then she smile. Not just any smile but the smile. He did not know what kind of smile she made. Is it acknowledgement, politeness, or condescending? But, he didn't care because his gut tells him that the smile means, "Your turn."

"And now, it is my great, great pleasure to welcome you, Crazy Death Machines!!!" as the MC announce their band name he quickly leap through. The six of them bowed to the crowd and as he grabs the microphone, he could feel her stare. He smiled in spite of himself.

By then, as Riku's funky guitar's rising and the instruments blend in, and the beat rise up through his throat, he sings;

I've been really trying baby,

Try to hold on to this feeling for so long,

And if you feel, like I feel, sugar,

Well, come on! Whoah, c'mon! Ooh…

Let's get it on.

Oh, let's get it on,

Let's love, sugar!

Let's get it on, sugar,

Let's get it on.

We are all sensitive people,

With so much to give,

He never really feels at peace while he sang, but then, standing at that place, he didn't know he could sing that well. He felt proud, happy and at most, satisfied. It is the most satisfying feeling he ever had. And by the end of the song, the crowds went crazy and he just laughs along as they bow and went back stage.

"Nnnnice one, Kou!" Isaac, their drummer jab his shoulder.

"Awesome performance, from a thrash. Keep it up and maybe you'll look a bit closer to human." Riku's still an asshole.

"Great job, Kou!" Tsukiko pat his shoulder and join Riku on his walk.

Akira was laughing as he high five-ed him. "Awesome, I know we can rock!"

He just laughs with him.

As Akira made his way to the toilet he felt a tap at his shoulder. And when he turns around, what greet him were her eyes. Acting by instinct he quickly jumped backward, his hand move in random tangent, in turn making a fool of himself.

"Uh-s-sorry. Did I startle you?" she asked.

Damn it, she had a clear voice!

"Uh-no. Sorry." He bowed apologetically. The girl just smiled.

"Nice gig, by the way." She said.

He could only smile back, "Yours too. Never thought you'd be a killer bassist."

"Killer practice. The day I got my first bass, I never let it down for weeks. Still feeling the blisters and all."

And he just laughed to her statement. At this point, he thought to himself that he never realized how pleasant it was to talk to her. It was surprisingly comforting. True, he still feels a slight thump of his heart and slightly hot over his ears but that must be due to the live just now. And now that she's a few feet closer, he could make out how beautiful she really is. It was a bit overwhelming but at some point, welcoming.

"By the way, you sing really well."

"Ah, really?" he could feel his cheek getting red.

"Yes. You have a nice voice." She said. "I could only hope to sing that way."

"Well, I'm sure you could."

"No," she was twiddling with her fingers as she said it, "I feel nervous about it, actually."

"Really?"

She just nodded.

"Wow. But, at the stage just now you were like burning, flames ablaze and all that. You were really confident with the bass!"

"Well, the bass is different. It's… quiet. And it doesn't stand out that much. But, to be the vocalist, it's a bit embarrassing." She was blushing a pretty red as she looked down and he felt mighty awkward. Here's a girl, a beautiful girl confessing something to him and he didn't even know what to do.

"Well, I'm sure you could work it out." He choked.

"Huh?"

"I mean," he cleared his throat, "You could, y'know, pretend that you're playing the bass while singing. Singing while playing the bass. You could pretend that you're just playing the bass and, well-"

He thought he heard laughing. As he looks up to her, she was indeed laughing. And it was a pretty laugh indeed, clear bells and all.

"H-how, how's that suppose to make sense." She asked as her mirth of laughter dies.

"Well, it wasn't supposed to."

She hit his arm.

And he felt great.

She slowly took a deep breath and let it all out. She calmed herself. "So, I suppose I'll be seeing you?"

"Well, assuming that you'll just keep your iron fist in silent. That hurt you know?"

She raised a fist, he back out in defense, and she just smiled. "I guess I'll see you at our meeting place then."

Meeting place? Wait, could she mean-

He never really had the chance to ask her. She just bowed, waved her hand, and she joined her friends. And his head was filled with questions unanswered. But, he just waved it aside. He supposed he should just ask her then, when they meet at the meeting place again.

Mio turned around to see the boy scratch his head and just turned away. Deep inside, she felt just a little relief that she finally talked to him.

When she first enter the café few weeks ago, and as she sit at the table for two, she was startled when she heard a loud bang as the door were opened. The owner, Percy cursed and a boy, about as old as she is, with unruly dark brown hair just marched in proudly like he just won the war. The boy, as she noticed would always sit by the counter and ordered a glass of Iced Lemon Tea and he would talk to the owner about lots of things. He was confident, he was rough, but he felt kind, she thought.

It was one day when Ritsu brought the girls here when she specifically asked her not to.

"But, we all miss you!!!" Ritsu made her puppy eyes and it never work but when Yui did it, she was such a sucker. And before she knew it, they brought Azusa and Mugi with them.

"Eh, but I thought you missed them too." Yui always had that innocence about her that just melt her anger away. And she couldn't bang her head on the table enough to not fall for such a trick but Yui was completely honest and by the end of the day, she gave in.

"It's like we're planning a wedding!" she said all of a sudden and Azusa could just laugh nervously.

"So, Mio. What have been doing here lately?" Ritsu just had that certain voice that just betrayed all her intention.

"Nothing, just-"

"I KNOW IT!!!" she just suddenly leaps off her chair, "You're meeting a boy here, aren't you?!!"

"RITSSU!!! CUT IT OUT!!!"

"So, tell me, tell me. I'm your best friend, right? Who? Who? Is it that man in red? Is it the owner? Ooh, he's sexy! Oh how about the boy with the blonde hair? OHH!! It's that boy by the counter, right?!!!"

She slammed Ritsu's head down with her bag.

About two minutes later, the table was finally calm.

"Tell me! Mio!!! Tell me, tell me, tell me!!!" she was hugging her.

Really Ritsu, as much as she loves her, she's afraid she's done nothing here. The café was in the way of her house and she just felt lonely coming home that early. It's just that.

"Peh, what a boring story. I thought you had a certain scandal here that you want no one to find out about."

"Oi,"

"I know, how about Nightmare Wedding?!!" Yui said out loud suddenly.

"For the last time, Sempai, we're not planning a wedding!!!" Azusa was nearly in tears.

Mio just sighed. Now that she thinks about it, she really did miss them. In Yui's airheaded behavior, Azusa's constant demand of something normal, Mugi's motherly knowing smile, Ritsu's constant pleasant pestering, she really feels at home here.

But then, as she looked at the window beside her, she couldn't help but wonder. It was seriously strange but she couldn't help the slight tugging of her heartstrings and the blossoming smile on her lips. It was seriously strange but she couldn't help but wonder how long has it been since she first started looking at the gentle reflection of his back on that window.

Author's Note: I never have any intention of writing this story. I just got distracted and before I knew it, I was writing it. It's a pity to just let it lay to waste so I just edit it and modify it as appropriate and there you are. Thanks for reading this story and I sincerely hope that you've enjoyed it. Thank you and take care.