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The Elvis obsession had begun in middle school, when one of Karamatsu's friends had insisted he listen to the American artist. Over a decade later, one could still find him on any given evening washing the dishes and singing "Jailhouse Rock", or popping an old VHS tape of "Blue Hawaii" into the family VCR to the disdain of his brothers, or on the roof with his guitar lazily strumming "Are you Lonesome Tonight?". Tonight was no exception to the rule.
His brothers had all left for some reason or another (pachinko, mixers, feeding cats, nothing unusual), and his Mother and Father had decided to take a well deserved date night. Having nothing better to do, Kara popped his favorite record into the old Crosley record player, singing along shamelessly as he straightened up their shared bedroom.
Well it's a- one for the money, two for the show, three to get -a ready now go cat go but don't you, step on my blue suede shoes
By the second verse of "Blue Suede Shoes" he was dancing, too. Being a thorough fan, he had taken a few swing dance lessons in high school, but ultimately tired of the class. He could still cut a rug though, and it was the one thing that he found truly impressed his siblings, although he had his suspicions that that was only because it made him the best at DDR and therefore most likely to win prizes at the arcade. His socks slid on the wooden planks of the floor, making it somewhat easier to twist and scoot. He whirled around quickly, and then stopped.
Standing there in the doorway, looking mildly disgusted, was the fourth brother, Ichimatsu. Ichi was notoriously the worst to Karamatsu, but that never seemed to stop the older from attempting to forge a connection. Impulsively, he slid towards the doorway and grabbed the purple Matsu by the hand, and flinging him into an awkward spin. His own feet were perfectly in sync with the music, and yet somehow managing to avoid being assaulted by Ichi's forced, uncoordinated dance steps. His younger brother was obviously furious with him for putting him into such a situation.
"SHITTYMATSU WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" came the angry shouts from his reluctant dance partner
Smiling down at him, without warning Kara spun him, laughing as Ichimatsu stumbled, and then pulled him into a dip. After the fear of being dropped carelessly left him, Ichi opened his eyes to find himself incredibly too close to Karamatsu. Going into panic mode, he punched him in the gut roughly, shock and pain sending them tumbling to the floor. He landed atop his older brother, efficiently knocking the wind out of him a second time. He didn't even have time to experience pain, as he was already shuffling out the door, a bright red blush painting his cheeks.
Kara watched him go, a pained smile still stretched across his face. Well, that was something, at least.