To Be A Rock Star

Rock Star

Disclaimer

I don't own any of the characters, nor do I even own the plot. This was inspired by the video provided above.

For as long as Karamatsu can remember, he can't recall a time when him and his brothers separated from one another completely in their childhood. *Splitting up into pairs didn't count, even if he admits that it was quite enjoyable to take care of a cute crybaby that actually thought he was cool back in the day. The six of them always stuck to each other like glue, never leaving someone behind in the nest.

So why did they leave me behind? That day repeats over and over in his head, rewinding the exact moment that might as well been the moment his brothers disowned him. It left a painful throb in his heart, but he always manages to stay cool and smile to the others on time, his fragile ice never breaking.

Now, granted, Karamatsu does have his moments where he lashes out in private, wishing to know what's wrong with him. There's even that one time he almost snapped at Ichimatsu for breaking his newly bought hand mirror, shards scattered on the cold wooden floor around the fragile frame, clearly bent in a disarray.

He can never be mad at his brothers, no matter how much he tried. So it didn't matter if he just handed his wallet over to Osomatsu, or when he kept getting his personal belongings replaced by Choromatsu's Nyan-chan stuff, or when Ichimatsu viciously attacks him, or when Jyushimatsu accidentally clubs his face with his baseball bat, or even Todomatsu bailing out on their usual hangout times. They were precious to him.

But Karamatsu always had one thing in mind: To prove your independence. Karamatsu wasn't that naíve to think that the peaceful live they're currently living in was going to last forever. No, in fact, he dreads that moment to come, treasuring the memories he has now. Even so, the others treat him as best as they can, only to sometimes take advantage of his kind and easy-to-manipulate nature.

Recently he's been pursuing music more than before, pouring all his feelings in his voice and guitar strumming. Maybe that's why most of his songs them are sad. Jyushimatsu joins along with the lyrics as usual, singing random incidental lyrics that pop out the blue, still somehow sounding good. It touches Karamatsu deeply to see that Jyushimatsu enjoys his singing, looking up to him and shouting out "Nii-san's singing is amazing!" to random crowds of people on the street.

And here he was, just moments away from being on stage, anxiously waiting for his cue to perform in the backstage. The anxiety was really getting to him by now as Karamatsu shifted his feet to the side several times, having his fingers in the air in a strange particular way as he pretends they are on the strings of his beloved guitar, agonizingly counting the seconds, all of them being torture to him.

As Karamatsu keeps on waiting, he suddenly recalls a memory from not too long ago. Just days ago, he was distressed over how he was doing, having doubts about his playing and scared about his confrontation with his brothers. He planned out several scenarios about asking his brothers to attend the concert, only to wimp out at the end and stare at the five tickets specifically kept for them, contemplating if this was the right thing to do. They wouldn't know at all, right? It's better to not waste their time with something as useless as this, getting in the way of their surely busy schedule.

(Flashback~)

Karamatsu sighed once again, tears pooling in his eyes as he stares at the five tickets in his right hand, slightly all leaning over to the side as they flop uselessly. What a waste of paper, Karamatsu thought, catching the sight of the small isolated trash bin as he was ready to release the five slips of paper in the mostly empty bin. Hands trembling, Karamatsu's mind was stuck in a whirlwind of thoughts of the many other purposes the paper could've been used for instead of the tickets, slightly cringing when he could easily name many in his mind. Hey, call him frugal or whatever, but he loves nature, so those magnificant trees should be at least be sacrificed for something worthwhile.

While distracted, a familiar figure in the background huffed from Karamatsu's uneasiness, watching him the whole time as he gets closer, snatching the tickets out of his hand from behind in surprise, shoving him forward gently with his knee. Karamatsu stumbled forward, not expecting any interruption of the sort and gasped, quickly turning his head back to see the playful grin of Osomatsu, with the tickets teasingly flopping around in his hand.

"What are you crying about? And why are you hiding this from from your nii-san?" Osomatsu jeered as he glanced at the crumpled tickets, squinting as he reads.

His smile suddenly widens, grinning. "So you've been crying over a performance. C'mon Karamatsu, I know you're better than that! Besides, I'm pretty sure the others would also love to come along for their nii-san." He playfully winks at him as he stuffs the 5 tickets in his red hoodie's pocket, his other hand's index finger rubbing the underside of his nose.

Speechless, Karamatsu only looks at him in surprise, seeing the usual shit-eating grin of Osomatsu's turn into a supportive and easygoing smile.

(End of Flashback~)

Karamatsu sighed, still flustered from Osomatsu getting him by surprise that day. This morning he snaked out of the futon and sneaked out earlier, careful not to wake his precious brothers from their slumber. There's no need to be the talk of the day, with Karamatsu being the only one doing something excited today. He even requested for the assistance of his childhood friends Dayon and Dekapan for the stage today. Dayon was certainly a...interesting guy, with him adding 'yon' to the end of every sentence and his wider cheeks, but all in all appearance didn't matter. He was, indeed, a talented guy, so it didn't surprise Karamatsu when he could play an electric guitar.

Dekapan's fashion choice, consisting of striped blue-and-white boxers and a labcoat over him, was questionable, but he is, in fact, one of the smartest guys in the planet. Surely he could play an instrument. Hopefully the two showed up.

The time got closer, and Karamatsu received another flashback, this time including all his brothers.

(Flashback~)

"Let's make a promise." Karamatsu suggested to Osomatsu.

He held out he held out his pinkie, as childish as it seems, but the two agreed.

He did the same to Choromatsu. And Jyushimatsu. And Todomatsu. It was all smiles and pinkies exchanged with them, but Ichimatsu was a different case.

"Let's make a promise." Karamatsu suggested, a light blush adorning his cheeks as he held out his pinkie. Ichimatsu wasn't having any of it today as he just sighs and turns away, leaving behind Karamatsu, slightly crestfallen with his pinkie still out.

(End of Flashback~)

Karamatsu didn't understand why the two of them didn't get along as much as they use to. They didn't have to click, but Ichimatsu despises him, and that was a known fact. He even celebrated him being kidnapped, hurting Karamatsu to an extent where he wish to know what's wrong with him. He tries to be cool, to be a big brother figure to his four little brothers, but all he does is humiliate them. Making them ignore him.

"Mr. Matsuno? You're up for the stage." A lady dressed in business attire came by, with a clipboard in hand and listening to information being exchanged on her headset as she pointed to Karamatsu, pointing him to the front stage.

It was time. Karamatsu took a deep breath, calming his nerves down by a teensy-bit as he started briskly walking his way to the stage in a easy pace.

It was time to be a rock star.

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*I can imagine Todomatsu, as a kid, looking up to Karamatsu whenever they split up into pairs.

(A/N): That title drop tho! This took way longer than it needed to be to write this! But, anyways, this is kawaiikat7, you know, that one idiot who hasn't even updated her Ichimatsu X Reader book in like a month *Glares at self in the mirror*, so the format may be familiar. This was inspired by the video at the top, so it may not be accurate. Maybe, idfk, but it's good enough! See ya! *dabs*
10/23/16