Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
Author:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
earnestinberlin
Theme: 23. Happy
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: My ownership extends this far. I can’t doooo eeet! D:
Comments: This is going to be very annoying but...! The theme really wouldn’t allow me and I hate having to skip a theme. Usually this is where people would come to me with Pitch forks and try to kill me. xD
Summary: Bou is your not so average cross dressing student who has been going to Holy Garden University for the last two (and a half!) years. All he wants (and needs) is a quiet life and to finally graduate from the horrid school he’s been forced to attend.
Not going to happen to this cross dresser.
Previously:
Chapitre Un
Chapitre Deux
Chapitre Trois
Chapitre Quatre
Chapitre Cinq
Chapitre Six
Chapitre Sept (Bonus Chapter)
Chapitre Huit
Chapitre Neuf
Chapitre Dix
Chapitre Onze
Chapitre Douze
Chapitre Treize
Chapitre Quatorze
Chapitre Quinze
Chapitre Seize
Chapitre Dix-sept
Chapitre Dix-Huit
Chapitre Vingt
Chapitre Vingt-et-Un
Chapitre Vingt-Deux
Once upon a time, there was a little boy called Doiha.
However, Doiha was not his real name; it was a nickname given to him by someone Doiha has deemed beyond too be called just a friend but has yet to step on the title of being his lover.
The first time they met, Doiha was twelve and the other was just ten- a young boy with an affinity to weird habits. And one of them would be conversing in Pig Latin and giving people special nicknames.
At first, Doiha never really liked him. If truth be told, Doiha would honestly say he hated this eccentric boy. His happy demeanour was something Doiha wasn’t all too familiar with, especially with the kind of family he has.
You see, Doiha’s family is not what they seem.
On the outside, they looked happy and complete.
Good-looking pure Japanese, who built his fortune from various businesses. A mother who came to him through an arranged marriage, from a family whose bonds with Doiha’s father is very strong.
And then here comes Doiha, the bastard of son.
He was a mistake, like most children from the family of his kind. He wasn’t supposed to be alive and if it weren’t for the fact that he was a smart boy blessed by God with good looks, he would’ve been a victim of a tragic death.
Doiha’s family is not what people believe they would be.
His father did amass his wealth from various sources, but then some of these sources weren’t of entirely noble purpose.
His father is what most people called an Oyabun.
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One must always look good; he remembers that bit very well, ever since childhood and to the time that he’s reached his adulthood. He must always make a good impression, whether it was to sign a contract that would heap in millions a day or to pull out his gun, take that one shot and destroy his problems in the only way he knows how.
He fixed himself.
Pulling at his blazer a bit closer to himself, fixing his dress shirt to and made sure he placed the buttons in the right holes. Sometimes, he would make the mistake of putting them in the wrong holes.
One more time, he looked at himself in the mirror.
You look so cool!
He smiles at himself.
You smell nice too, are you going somewhere?
He picks up the bottle of green liquid, sprays the cologne all over himself.
You look like those mafia guys on TV... say, you aren’t in some sort of gangster aren’t you?
The smile on his face falters a bit, but he still keeps it on.
The door behind him opened, and his right hand man enters and all he does is nod at him, telling him it was time.
Sometimes, I wonder if you’re hiding something from me.
The raven haired man looked at the floor, closed his eyes and he thinks of what he should do and the reasons attached to why he is about to do them.
You know, sometimes I wish...
He opened his eyes, and he would turn around, walk away from the voices in his head and into the scene he was very much familiar with.
¬¬¬¬69696969696
When he was eighteen, his father told him he has very weak. He looked up at the old man and glared at him, but did not question his statement. The man just stared back at him, with wrinkles running across his face and that calculating look deep set in his orbs. His father lifted a finger and pointed at Doiha’s head.
“There is a reason why your brain is on top of your heart”
And Doiha’s eyes went wide, and his father looked at him. He knows.
“If you will be this family’s next Oyabun, I expect that you will always remember that”
¬¬¬¬69696969696
Usually, this was not his line of job. This was something beneath for the future Oyabun, especially like one himself, but this one was personal and he would make sure that this ends tonight.
He looked at his blond classmate; the boy has yet to wake up from the drug he had to make him drink earlier that day. Bou was tied, his wrists latched tightly together behind his back as he was placed on a chair, while Doiha surveys him.
After looking him over, he scoffs and picks up his phone. He first looks at the time and according to his informant, the person who christened him with his reversed name will be leaving.
He sits on the chair that was for himself and contemplates.
Gackt was right.
He was losing all form of reason and he doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore. All he knows is that, because of that son of a bitch Miyavi, he wouldn’t see him anymore. It doesn’t matter how many people has to get hurt along the way from what he’s doing. It doesn’t matter that maybe everything was all his fault.
Truth to god, he just wants Tetsu to come back to him.
But he knows that was near impossible, he rejected him way too much. The other... he doesn’t want to be with him anymore and he made that clear. And with his plane ticket that would send him to New York, he stamped very well that there was nothing between them anymore.
He leans back, looks at the distance, dials a number and puts the phone close to his ear.
Let’s see how low the ore-sama will go just for his bitch.
A/N: Oyabun- if I remember correctly what you call the head of a Yakuza.
Why is it so short? Because I other scenes have been pushed forward. xD
Hahahahahahhahahahaha. I’m sorry. I mean, the theme is Happy and I don’t think what I originally planned is going well with that theme. I’m such obsessive with it comes to these things. =A=
Anyway, just wait in a few guys! I’m trying to build up more lame suspense! xDD
Author:
earnestinberlin Theme: 23. Happy
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: My ownership extends this far. I can’t doooo eeet! D:
Comments: This is going to be very annoying but...! The theme really wouldn’t allow me and I hate having to skip a theme. Usually this is where people would come to me with Pitch forks and try to kill me. xD
Summary: Bou is your not so average cross dressing student who has been going to Holy Garden University for the last two (and a half!) years. All he wants (and needs) is a quiet life and to finally graduate from the horrid school he’s been forced to attend.
Not going to happen to this cross dresser.
Previously:
Chapitre Un
Chapitre Deux
Chapitre Trois
Chapitre Quatre
Chapitre Cinq
Chapitre Six
Chapitre Sept (Bonus Chapter)
Chapitre Huit
Chapitre Neuf
Chapitre Dix
Chapitre Onze
Chapitre Douze
Chapitre Treize
Chapitre Quatorze
Chapitre Quinze
Chapitre Seize
Chapitre Dix-sept
Chapitre Dix-Huit
Chapitre Vingt
Chapitre Vingt-et-Un
Chapitre Vingt-Deux
Once upon a time, there was a little boy called Doiha.
However, Doiha was not his real name; it was a nickname given to him by someone Doiha has deemed beyond too be called just a friend but has yet to step on the title of being his lover.
The first time they met, Doiha was twelve and the other was just ten- a young boy with an affinity to weird habits. And one of them would be conversing in Pig Latin and giving people special nicknames.
At first, Doiha never really liked him. If truth be told, Doiha would honestly say he hated this eccentric boy. His happy demeanour was something Doiha wasn’t all too familiar with, especially with the kind of family he has.
You see, Doiha’s family is not what they seem.
On the outside, they looked happy and complete.
Good-looking pure Japanese, who built his fortune from various businesses. A mother who came to him through an arranged marriage, from a family whose bonds with Doiha’s father is very strong.
And then here comes Doiha, the bastard of son.
He was a mistake, like most children from the family of his kind. He wasn’t supposed to be alive and if it weren’t for the fact that he was a smart boy blessed by God with good looks, he would’ve been a victim of a tragic death.
Doiha’s family is not what people believe they would be.
His father did amass his wealth from various sources, but then some of these sources weren’t of entirely noble purpose.
His father is what most people called an Oyabun.
¬¬¬¬69696969696
One must always look good; he remembers that bit very well, ever since childhood and to the time that he’s reached his adulthood. He must always make a good impression, whether it was to sign a contract that would heap in millions a day or to pull out his gun, take that one shot and destroy his problems in the only way he knows how.
He fixed himself.
Pulling at his blazer a bit closer to himself, fixing his dress shirt to and made sure he placed the buttons in the right holes. Sometimes, he would make the mistake of putting them in the wrong holes.
One more time, he looked at himself in the mirror.
You look so cool!
He smiles at himself.
You smell nice too, are you going somewhere?
He picks up the bottle of green liquid, sprays the cologne all over himself.
You look like those mafia guys on TV... say, you aren’t in some sort of gangster aren’t you?
The smile on his face falters a bit, but he still keeps it on.
The door behind him opened, and his right hand man enters and all he does is nod at him, telling him it was time.
Sometimes, I wonder if you’re hiding something from me.
The raven haired man looked at the floor, closed his eyes and he thinks of what he should do and the reasons attached to why he is about to do them.
You know, sometimes I wish...
He opened his eyes, and he would turn around, walk away from the voices in his head and into the scene he was very much familiar with.
¬¬¬¬69696969696
When he was eighteen, his father told him he has very weak. He looked up at the old man and glared at him, but did not question his statement. The man just stared back at him, with wrinkles running across his face and that calculating look deep set in his orbs. His father lifted a finger and pointed at Doiha’s head.
“There is a reason why your brain is on top of your heart”
And Doiha’s eyes went wide, and his father looked at him. He knows.
“If you will be this family’s next Oyabun, I expect that you will always remember that”
¬¬¬¬69696969696
Usually, this was not his line of job. This was something beneath for the future Oyabun, especially like one himself, but this one was personal and he would make sure that this ends tonight.
He looked at his blond classmate; the boy has yet to wake up from the drug he had to make him drink earlier that day. Bou was tied, his wrists latched tightly together behind his back as he was placed on a chair, while Doiha surveys him.
After looking him over, he scoffs and picks up his phone. He first looks at the time and according to his informant, the person who christened him with his reversed name will be leaving.
He sits on the chair that was for himself and contemplates.
Gackt was right.
He was losing all form of reason and he doesn’t know what he’s doing anymore. All he knows is that, because of that son of a bitch Miyavi, he wouldn’t see him anymore. It doesn’t matter how many people has to get hurt along the way from what he’s doing. It doesn’t matter that maybe everything was all his fault.
Truth to god, he just wants Tetsu to come back to him.
But he knows that was near impossible, he rejected him way too much. The other... he doesn’t want to be with him anymore and he made that clear. And with his plane ticket that would send him to New York, he stamped very well that there was nothing between them anymore.
He leans back, looks at the distance, dials a number and puts the phone close to his ear.
Let’s see how low the ore-sama will go just for his bitch.
A/N: Oyabun- if I remember correctly what you call the head of a Yakuza.
Why is it so short? Because I other scenes have been pushed forward. xD
Hahahahahahhahahahaha. I’m sorry. I mean, the theme is Happy and I don’t think what I originally planned is going well with that theme. I’m such obsessive with it comes to these things. =A=
Anyway, just wait in a few guys! I’m trying to build up more lame suspense! xDD
Current Mood: 
crazy
crazyCurrent Music: Antic Cafe- NYAPPY in the World 2
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