Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
Author:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
earnestinberlin
Theme: 001. Accident
Rating: PG
Pairing: MiyavixBou
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Fine. I don’t own them. Happy?
Comments: I’ll be amused if anyone could guess what this isloosely based on. I misspelled ‘Agozaimasu’. Lol. I also just stuffed in as much labels I could. Also, about Yoshiki and Sugizo and whoever else… Look, I'm more exposed to L’arc~en~ciel and I'm a heavy Haitsu fan. Also, I'm basing everyone on how they look and the pictures on Wikipedia. SO, if you think someone in the story is insanely out of character, then leave a comment, neh?
And just to fit the story, Miyavi’s a leader of… something.
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.
Chapitre Un
I can’t believe it.
She had blond hair, and most of the time- if not always- they would be tied in two ponytails.
She sat silently among her noisy classmates.
But in her silence, her eyes were cautiously moving left to right, observing every detail her orbs could observe.
Was that… a Miu Miu?
The Gucci bag sitting on her seat mate’s desktop, as the said seat mate chatted away with her other friends, “I had to go to Italy for my shoes, I tell you… Ferragamo is a genius! I like the way he does shoes, so soft and light… Almost like your flying!”
Ferragamo…?
“Neh, did you get the Armani jacket I asked you, Asuka-chan??” asked her curly haired best friend- it should be noted that this girl was wearing a glittering bracelet. Without close inspection, it was obvious that the heavy glitters were caused by the many precious stones connected by one beautiful golden chain.
Armani?!
“Why, of course, Aya-chan!”
“Ah, so kawaii! Look at the leather, so soft and pretty! You’re the best!”
Then on her left, there a boy wearing an authentic Omega watch was absorbed in his own discussion with his group.
“Listen, this summer my parents are planning on going to Switzerland” he looked at his friends, “You guys want to come with me? It’s going to be boring all on my own with those two…”
“Aw man, this summer? I have to go to New York; I’ve been meaning to check out this bar there…”
“How about you, Fujiwara?”
“No can do, I have to make rounds in Europe, especially in France”
Switser… Europe??
“But guys… Fuck, I'm going to be stuck with those airheads again!”
And if she looks in front of her, a bright pink Von Dutch bag was screaming at her in all its glory. What’s worse was the fact that poking out of the bag was the sleeve of sweater- if she was right, that small logo at the edge seemed to look a lot like the double C’s of Chanel.
Why is everyone bringing these things here?????
She just slumped in her seat, a small thundercloud hanging beside her blond hair.
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Holy Garden University, a prestigious school only for those with a vast amount of power and zeroes at the end of their bank accounts- parent’s bank accounts.
Before anything else, I'm Kazuhiro Saitou, but everyone calls me Bou.
No, I don’t know how from that did my name became Bou- so don’t even bother asking
The school was an enormous place, with scenic views of gardens and plentiful space for learning. There were huge buildings and like every other school, it also had its own clock tower that stands strongly in the middle of everything.
Believe it or not, regardless of the plaid skirt I'm wearing, I'm actually male.
It’s a long story, but I don’t feel like elaborating anything right now.
From the start, I only wanted a quiet life. I don’t mind being having a screaming voice inside me, wanting for release; my life has been hard with how I turned out. I can’t just go around destroying the last few pieces of normality I have.
The sound of school life was in the air. The sound of classmates chatting away to nonsense, about life and love, about bands and pop. The rhythm of tapping shoes running, walking, and whatever personal gait they own.
Sigh. Just this and the next year, I know can make it.
The doors opened and closed students with red jackets and boys with dark plaid pants or girls with skirts moved from place to place. It was a school day, one must attend classes.
And in the middle of it all stood one student
I just want to have a normal life.
His hands were shaking, as he slowly reached for the handle of his locker.
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Bou was in the middle of solving an extremely complicated math problem when he heard the shouts of revolution running down the halls. Along with all of his classmates and the teacher, everything stopped its course when they heard the bold screams of:
“Nishikawa Takanori of Class A-1 has received a red card! I repeat: Nishikawa Takanori of Class A-1 has received a red card”
“Okay, class” the teacher hurriedly began to pack his things, “No homework, you are all dismissed”
Even without that said, everyone stood on their feet and filed outside, following whoever announced the news.
Everyone except for Bou, who was too busy slumping on his chair in exasperation, “Not again…”
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He ran to the first hallway, but a group of his schoolmates waited for him at the end. They all looked at him with dark glares, he saw someone sneer at him.
Nishikawa at first backed away slowly, as they all advanced on him menacingly. He broke into a run.
He turned to another corner, but was met with the same look by another group.
The desperate boy tried to look around for other means of escape, but it was too late. All of the school has had him surrounded.
“NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
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Bou stood amongst smirking faces, but unlike those around him all his face held was a small piece of sympathy. They were at the cafeteria; everyone threw eggs at Nishikawa who tried his best to protect himself but was obviously failing.
The blond girly boy wanted to stop this whole stupid affair.
“Ha, loser! Where do you think you’re going?” a junior pushed him back in the middle of the circle preventing him from fleeing, “That’s what you get for even looking at Miyavi-sama!”
The assault continued, no soul daring to stop the whole event- considering the fact that they were the perpetrators of the said event.
“Hoooy!” everyone froze at the long shout, when they turned around, just at the entrance’s side, there stood the richest students in the whole of Japan. Their mere presence was enough to silence and stop everything. “What’s going on here?”
There were four of them, the rulers of the university, and the one who called out was their leader, Miyavi. They called themselves S.K.I.N. Bou, up to now has no idea what on earth SKIN stands for, except it being the English word for flesh.
Their supremacy comes from the fact that their families have donated a huge number of things to the school- like the gym and the many beautiful gardens for example. Because of this they’re free to do whatever they like, dress up in clothes that fit their tastes and treat whoever in any manner they want.
Yet, no one does this practice more than the Ore-sama himself, Miyavi.
At their sight, girls started to squeal and a number pulled out their camera phones; trying to take pictures. Boys hooted and whistled a fist in the air in support. Everyone else clapped their hands and called out the group’s name.
There were four them.
Yoshiki; he’s willing to take anyone that’s at least ten years older than him. It isn’t much of surprise to see him in the company of a woman who seems to be older than- chances are she is. And if the rumors prove right, his parents are underground bosses; reflecting the fact that no one exactly knows why he’s so rich – or the fact that a dead body can be found the next day whenever his family was being pressed negatively.
Sugizo; the son to parents with bits of German and Chinese blood somewhere in their streams. They own huge corporations that are based mostly in Europe- most especially in Germany. It also happens that his family made the gym of their school possible. Just like his friend and mate, he’s also a playboy who doesn’t mind the company of both women and men.
Gackt; he’s the only child of another wealthy family, making him the only candidate to the big company his family own if ever his father drops dead one day. He’s calm, collected, but a bit conceited. He rarely speaks, but whenever he does it sometimes to point out other people’s flaws. Blond hair and blue eyes, not a lot is known about him; he’s quite a mysterious character.
And there’s the most powerful member, Miyavi; boorish, an autocrat, and is usually out of his mind. He’s the leader of the group and likes to dictate everyone around with his unbelievable rules. His being the highest member of the group is all solely because his family owns a great deal of business not only Japan but also scattered across the world. He was quite vain, almost to the point of calling himself ‘Ore-sama’.
The four went through the crowd- everyone made way for them- to the center to look up at the criminal who did them wrong.
“Oh, look who we have here” Miyavi asked in a mocking childish voice as someone pushed Nishikawa who was now all covered in egg yolks and such, “Not looking too tough, are we now, punk?”
Bou frowned; Nishikawa didn’t do much but ate a lemon... which in turn squirted a bit of juice that ended going to Miyavi’s shoulder as he passed by.
Nishikawa, the poor soul, looked absolutely terrified at the senior in front of him. His face pleaded for forgiveness, his whole body trembling for dear life and his heart running with prayers to whatever God to save him from the whole kangaroo court. Miyavi, with his pierced lips, grinned, an eyebrow raised to show his malicious intent upon the boy.
A fist punching an open fist, an old gesture of manliness, Miyavi had this to say: “Hajimemasho”
Everyone around him went ‘oooh’ at this statement, excited to see what Miyavi might do to Takanori.
Forgetting pride- he lost most of it on the long run anyway- Takanori began to cry, his face looking down with tears pouring out of his eyes.
And the room began to quiet down, the sound of Miyavi’s boots the only sound to be heard. Each step he makes was another volume added to Takanori’s scared cries.
Then when he stopped, a good arm’s length away from the boy, Takanori knew that praying to God wasn’t quite as useful as he let himself to believe.
“Iya!” Without much a breath, Miyavi’s fist found its way to Takanori’s stomach, making the latter bend down clutching his belly in pain. The ore-sama laughed at his pain and ridiculed his weakness, “Aw, poor baby, did that hurt?”
A small ripple of giggles was issued across the crowd; Miyavi looked around watching at their reaction, “See that, Minna? Poor Takanori’s hurt with just a small punch!” He turned back to Takanori, and jabbed him some more. It took less than a minute just to reduce Takanori on the floor, leaving Miyavi to kick him where ever he pleases.
Sugizo heaved a sigh whilst Yoshiki adjusted his Ray-bans, not giving much attention to whatever was going on. Gackt on the other hand seemed emotionless, his arms crossed on his chest; to Bou he looked quite disappointed.
“Hey… isn’t he Taka-chan…?” Yoshiki whispered to his two companions.
“Un” Sugizo replied, something in his voice sounded tired.
Gackt moved from his spot, making his two companions look at him a hint of surprise in their faces. He left his hands in his white overcoat’s pockets and walked in the middle of everything- the people who began again to cheer at the rampage, to Miyavi who still wasn’t showing any signs of stopping for a while and to Takanori’s screams of pain.
Then he had to pass by Bou’s side of the crowd, he lifted his head and surveyed the many students who took part in the cheering. But he saw Bou’s saddened face. Also as he walked away, he couldn’t help but notice he couldn’t stop staring at that innocent face. Bou never knew this small gaze, as he was too busy watching in pity at his fellow student.
“You guys suck, you should’ve at least tried to hurt him” Miyavi said, feeling that breaking his victim’s ribcage was quite enough.
“Miyavi-sama is so great-” a stuck up student wanted to say, but before he could even finish, he found himself kicked right on the stomach, courtesy of the great ore-sama.
“Ha, ha; nice try there ass” he looked down at the student and flicked him with the bad finger, “Trying to butter me up isn’t going to get you anywhere, except the dirt, bitch”
Bou couldn’t stand it anymore, he ran out of the hall pushing away pupils who were too busy at what’s going to even notice the small cross dresser.
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“MIYAVI IS SO STUPID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
To say Bou was furious is the greatest understatement created by man for there was no word to describe his frustration.
The petite cross dresser was on the school’s roof, it overlooked the whole school. This was Bou’s place of solitude, somewhere where he can push out all of the pet peeves and the exasperation of his highschool life.
“I CAN’T BELIEVE HE TRIED TO KILL TAKANORI JUST BECAUSE HE HAD JUICE SQUIRTED ON HIS ARM!!!”
He gripped the grails that separated him from the roof’s floor and suicide. Really, if this thing wasn’t there, he could already be on the news “Student of Holy Garden University Committed Suicide”. But then if they find his body, they have to check it… and then revealing in death his being a cross dresser… He thought of the revised headlines, “Dead Student from Prestigious School, A Cross Dresser??”
The blond cringed, for some reason, he has this weird feeling that people would be more interested in him being a cross dresser than the fact that he’s dead cross dresser.
With that, Bou slumped on the ground, “I can’t believe things like these happen… especially at a prestigious school! Man…” he scratched his head aggravated, “I hope Nishikawa gets the hell out of here, he’s better off not being here… Poor thing”
“Hmp, what’s so great about Miyavi anyway?” Bou asked the sky angrily, as if the white clouds might give him a clue, “He looks like one of those anorexic hicks, and for some reasons, he’s managed to actually hit people! I wonder if they just pretend to get hurt… But Takanori was pretty beaten up badly by Miyavi… however… really; getting squirted by juice is not as bad as being egged by the whole school!”
That last bit was shouted yet again at the empty air.
“Really, just because he has a fat bank account doesn’t mean he can go around making other people’s lives miserable…” then the cross dresser smirked, “I bet he’s dumb, I mean, skipping class most of the time…” he stood up and leaned on the grails, “I wish I didn’t have to go here…”
Bou went silent for a while, thinking of his dead parents’ last wish and frowned.
“Oh well… not much I can do about it anyway…” He said, picking up his pink back pack off the floor- a cute rabbit key chain hanging by the side. The feminine boy looked at his watched and gasped, “Oh no! I have to get to work!!”
He ran to the exit, never suspecting a certain blond senior watching every of his moves.
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“They did?? That’s just wrong!” Miku said, looking up at Bou as he stopped wiping the tables.
“I know Miku; they’re all just a bunch of jerks up there! Imagine, just getting squirted by juice!” Bou tied his hair neatly, and proceeded to tie the obi of his kimono. “Eh, I can’t understand why do I have to wear this… I mean, I like to cross dress but…”
“Quit complaining Bou, you know you look hot in that” Miku winked, returning to spraying tables and wiping them up.
“But wearing kimonos are so troublesome!”
“Tell that to Ea-chan” his light haired friend told him, giving him a smile before going back to his work.
Bou worked in a small shop that sells traditional sweets. It wasn’t that big and as far money goes, it was going well.
“Miku, please help me with my bun” the blond haired boy asked, holding up a black stick that the owner had told him to wear.
“Sure” Miku brought over the clothe he wipes things away with and the sprayer then went over to Bou. Like a patient little child, the blond boy waited as his friend held up his hair and twisted around at the back of his head.
When he finally stabbed the ball of yellow hair on Bou’s head at the right place (“Ittai! That’s hurts Miku!”), he turned the small man around to survey him. He brushed a couple of stray strands on his ears and sighed.
“What’s wrong, Miku?”
“You know, Bou” his long time friend started, “When we were younger, you used to be brave. You used to… I don’t know, be tough despite the fact that you’re wearing a skirt. You’d throw a punch to anyone who tries to make fun of you.
“But now, ever since going to that school… all day, you complain. When we were younger, you fight back, even though sometimes I, Teruki and Kannon had to save you in the end. Yet we admired you for being who you are, even though people around hated you for it”
Bou stood, quite stunned and empty of what to say. Miku looked listlessly at him and pulled out whatever dirt was on his shoulder.
“I remember, when we were in lower years, some guy and his group tried to hurt you because they didn’t like you. Don’t you remember that time, Bou?”
The kimono clad boy looked down, staring at his socks and slippers. Yes, he remembers; even though they never did anything more than just grab him by the shoulders… You just don’t forget these kinds of things.
“Demo… you guys just came right in time to save me…”
“You fought back, you… punched the guy in the face, you kicked one of them straight on their family jewels” Miku grinned, “You know what? You’re more than that ass, Miyavi, it just so happens he has a bank account with lots of numbers at the end”
The blond haired boy smiled, went on tiptoes, and then kissed Miku’s cheeks. “Sankyuu, Onee-chan!”
Miku hit punched him on the head, a vein throbbing on his face. “Ass”
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Bou sat on top of his futon in the middle of the apartment he and Miku shared. The lights were all off, the only radiance out from the streetlights running through his window. He sat with his knees near his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs.
Miku was curled just right beside him. On his own futon, his mouth gaping wide with a thin line of drool dripping, snoring a bit and hugging his small pillow tightly to his chest.
His restlessness wasn’t his room mate’s snoring- though he had to admit part of it was. He has to admit that Miku was right about those things, but how can he fight back people who are apparently… has a lot of things that Bou is quite lacking off. A good example would be money.
He heaved a sigh.
Tomorrow’s a new day for shit, he thought as he pulled the covers up to his chin.
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I only have one goal, just one goal in life… and that is to graduate from this hell of a school and be free…
Bou felt refreshed in a way that day. That morning, he tied his yellow hair into two pony tails, as usual, and smiled at himself when he saw how pretty he looked in the mirror.
Miku questioned him for his happy mood, to which he replied with a simple peck on both cheeks. To this gesture, the light haired brunette just blush a bit and watched with a small surprised face as his best friend ran out of the door. His pretty pink back pack slung over, the Miffy doll bouncing to the rhythm of his run.
When the blond reached school, he forgot what happened the day before and ran as fast as he can to the school’s elaborate doors. He pushed them away happily with so much force that he didn’t realize he…
“Hey!”
“Eh…?” the blond boy turned around and paled. “Fucking god… no…”
On the floor was none other than ore-sama himself, rubbing a supposedly sore spot on his face. The other three members looked at the boy on the floor and at the cross dresser who had a hand on his mouth.
The great ore-sama looked at the source of his, for lack of better words, pain and gave Bou a very threatening look. Then he stood up, still looking at the scared boy, everyone else who saw stopped what they’re doing and watched.
He walked to Bou, looking no different from the Grim Reaper. It was at this time the blond boy realized that Miyavi was a good foot taller than him.
When the space between them was eliminated, Bou by instinct dropped his bag.
But Miyavi didn't do much, except for the ultimate evil:
“You… Red Card”
So much for a normal life…
Author:
earnestinberlinTheme: 001. Accident
Rating: PG
Pairing: MiyavixBou
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Fine. I don’t own them. Happy?
Comments: I’ll be amused if anyone could guess what this is
And just to fit the story, Miyavi’s a leader of… something.
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.
Chapitre Un
I can’t believe it.
She had blond hair, and most of the time- if not always- they would be tied in two ponytails.
She sat silently among her noisy classmates.
But in her silence, her eyes were cautiously moving left to right, observing every detail her orbs could observe.
Was that… a Miu Miu?
The Gucci bag sitting on her seat mate’s desktop, as the said seat mate chatted away with her other friends, “I had to go to Italy for my shoes, I tell you… Ferragamo is a genius! I like the way he does shoes, so soft and light… Almost like your flying!”
Ferragamo…?
“Neh, did you get the Armani jacket I asked you, Asuka-chan??” asked her curly haired best friend- it should be noted that this girl was wearing a glittering bracelet. Without close inspection, it was obvious that the heavy glitters were caused by the many precious stones connected by one beautiful golden chain.
Armani?!
“Why, of course, Aya-chan!”
“Ah, so kawaii! Look at the leather, so soft and pretty! You’re the best!”
Then on her left, there a boy wearing an authentic Omega watch was absorbed in his own discussion with his group.
“Listen, this summer my parents are planning on going to Switzerland” he looked at his friends, “You guys want to come with me? It’s going to be boring all on my own with those two…”
“Aw man, this summer? I have to go to New York; I’ve been meaning to check out this bar there…”
“How about you, Fujiwara?”
“No can do, I have to make rounds in Europe, especially in France”
Switser… Europe??
“But guys… Fuck, I'm going to be stuck with those airheads again!”
And if she looks in front of her, a bright pink Von Dutch bag was screaming at her in all its glory. What’s worse was the fact that poking out of the bag was the sleeve of sweater- if she was right, that small logo at the edge seemed to look a lot like the double C’s of Chanel.
Why is everyone bringing these things here?????
She just slumped in her seat, a small thundercloud hanging beside her blond hair.
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Holy Garden University, a prestigious school only for those with a vast amount of power and zeroes at the end of their bank accounts- parent’s bank accounts.
Before anything else, I'm Kazuhiro Saitou, but everyone calls me Bou.
No, I don’t know how from that did my name became Bou- so don’t even bother asking
The school was an enormous place, with scenic views of gardens and plentiful space for learning. There were huge buildings and like every other school, it also had its own clock tower that stands strongly in the middle of everything.
Believe it or not, regardless of the plaid skirt I'm wearing, I'm actually male.
It’s a long story, but I don’t feel like elaborating anything right now.
From the start, I only wanted a quiet life. I don’t mind being having a screaming voice inside me, wanting for release; my life has been hard with how I turned out. I can’t just go around destroying the last few pieces of normality I have.
The sound of school life was in the air. The sound of classmates chatting away to nonsense, about life and love, about bands and pop. The rhythm of tapping shoes running, walking, and whatever personal gait they own.
Sigh. Just this and the next year, I know can make it.
The doors opened and closed students with red jackets and boys with dark plaid pants or girls with skirts moved from place to place. It was a school day, one must attend classes.
And in the middle of it all stood one student
I just want to have a normal life.
His hands were shaking, as he slowly reached for the handle of his locker.
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Bou was in the middle of solving an extremely complicated math problem when he heard the shouts of revolution running down the halls. Along with all of his classmates and the teacher, everything stopped its course when they heard the bold screams of:
“Nishikawa Takanori of Class A-1 has received a red card! I repeat: Nishikawa Takanori of Class A-1 has received a red card”
“Okay, class” the teacher hurriedly began to pack his things, “No homework, you are all dismissed”
Even without that said, everyone stood on their feet and filed outside, following whoever announced the news.
Everyone except for Bou, who was too busy slumping on his chair in exasperation, “Not again…”
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He ran to the first hallway, but a group of his schoolmates waited for him at the end. They all looked at him with dark glares, he saw someone sneer at him.
Nishikawa at first backed away slowly, as they all advanced on him menacingly. He broke into a run.
He turned to another corner, but was met with the same look by another group.
The desperate boy tried to look around for other means of escape, but it was too late. All of the school has had him surrounded.
“NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
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Bou stood amongst smirking faces, but unlike those around him all his face held was a small piece of sympathy. They were at the cafeteria; everyone threw eggs at Nishikawa who tried his best to protect himself but was obviously failing.
The blond girly boy wanted to stop this whole stupid affair.
“Ha, loser! Where do you think you’re going?” a junior pushed him back in the middle of the circle preventing him from fleeing, “That’s what you get for even looking at Miyavi-sama!”
The assault continued, no soul daring to stop the whole event- considering the fact that they were the perpetrators of the said event.
“Hoooy!” everyone froze at the long shout, when they turned around, just at the entrance’s side, there stood the richest students in the whole of Japan. Their mere presence was enough to silence and stop everything. “What’s going on here?”
There were four of them, the rulers of the university, and the one who called out was their leader, Miyavi. They called themselves S.K.I.N. Bou, up to now has no idea what on earth SKIN stands for, except it being the English word for flesh.
Their supremacy comes from the fact that their families have donated a huge number of things to the school- like the gym and the many beautiful gardens for example. Because of this they’re free to do whatever they like, dress up in clothes that fit their tastes and treat whoever in any manner they want.
Yet, no one does this practice more than the Ore-sama himself, Miyavi.
At their sight, girls started to squeal and a number pulled out their camera phones; trying to take pictures. Boys hooted and whistled a fist in the air in support. Everyone else clapped their hands and called out the group’s name.
There were four them.
Yoshiki; he’s willing to take anyone that’s at least ten years older than him. It isn’t much of surprise to see him in the company of a woman who seems to be older than- chances are she is. And if the rumors prove right, his parents are underground bosses; reflecting the fact that no one exactly knows why he’s so rich – or the fact that a dead body can be found the next day whenever his family was being pressed negatively.
Sugizo; the son to parents with bits of German and Chinese blood somewhere in their streams. They own huge corporations that are based mostly in Europe- most especially in Germany. It also happens that his family made the gym of their school possible. Just like his friend and mate, he’s also a playboy who doesn’t mind the company of both women and men.
Gackt; he’s the only child of another wealthy family, making him the only candidate to the big company his family own if ever his father drops dead one day. He’s calm, collected, but a bit conceited. He rarely speaks, but whenever he does it sometimes to point out other people’s flaws. Blond hair and blue eyes, not a lot is known about him; he’s quite a mysterious character.
And there’s the most powerful member, Miyavi; boorish, an autocrat, and is usually out of his mind. He’s the leader of the group and likes to dictate everyone around with his unbelievable rules. His being the highest member of the group is all solely because his family owns a great deal of business not only Japan but also scattered across the world. He was quite vain, almost to the point of calling himself ‘Ore-sama’.
The four went through the crowd- everyone made way for them- to the center to look up at the criminal who did them wrong.
“Oh, look who we have here” Miyavi asked in a mocking childish voice as someone pushed Nishikawa who was now all covered in egg yolks and such, “Not looking too tough, are we now, punk?”
Bou frowned; Nishikawa didn’t do much but ate a lemon... which in turn squirted a bit of juice that ended going to Miyavi’s shoulder as he passed by.
Nishikawa, the poor soul, looked absolutely terrified at the senior in front of him. His face pleaded for forgiveness, his whole body trembling for dear life and his heart running with prayers to whatever God to save him from the whole kangaroo court. Miyavi, with his pierced lips, grinned, an eyebrow raised to show his malicious intent upon the boy.
A fist punching an open fist, an old gesture of manliness, Miyavi had this to say: “Hajimemasho”
Everyone around him went ‘oooh’ at this statement, excited to see what Miyavi might do to Takanori.
Forgetting pride- he lost most of it on the long run anyway- Takanori began to cry, his face looking down with tears pouring out of his eyes.
And the room began to quiet down, the sound of Miyavi’s boots the only sound to be heard. Each step he makes was another volume added to Takanori’s scared cries.
Then when he stopped, a good arm’s length away from the boy, Takanori knew that praying to God wasn’t quite as useful as he let himself to believe.
“Iya!” Without much a breath, Miyavi’s fist found its way to Takanori’s stomach, making the latter bend down clutching his belly in pain. The ore-sama laughed at his pain and ridiculed his weakness, “Aw, poor baby, did that hurt?”
A small ripple of giggles was issued across the crowd; Miyavi looked around watching at their reaction, “See that, Minna? Poor Takanori’s hurt with just a small punch!” He turned back to Takanori, and jabbed him some more. It took less than a minute just to reduce Takanori on the floor, leaving Miyavi to kick him where ever he pleases.
Sugizo heaved a sigh whilst Yoshiki adjusted his Ray-bans, not giving much attention to whatever was going on. Gackt on the other hand seemed emotionless, his arms crossed on his chest; to Bou he looked quite disappointed.
“Hey… isn’t he Taka-chan…?” Yoshiki whispered to his two companions.
“Un” Sugizo replied, something in his voice sounded tired.
Gackt moved from his spot, making his two companions look at him a hint of surprise in their faces. He left his hands in his white overcoat’s pockets and walked in the middle of everything- the people who began again to cheer at the rampage, to Miyavi who still wasn’t showing any signs of stopping for a while and to Takanori’s screams of pain.
Then he had to pass by Bou’s side of the crowd, he lifted his head and surveyed the many students who took part in the cheering. But he saw Bou’s saddened face. Also as he walked away, he couldn’t help but notice he couldn’t stop staring at that innocent face. Bou never knew this small gaze, as he was too busy watching in pity at his fellow student.
“You guys suck, you should’ve at least tried to hurt him” Miyavi said, feeling that breaking his victim’s ribcage was quite enough.
“Miyavi-sama is so great-” a stuck up student wanted to say, but before he could even finish, he found himself kicked right on the stomach, courtesy of the great ore-sama.
“Ha, ha; nice try there ass” he looked down at the student and flicked him with the bad finger, “Trying to butter me up isn’t going to get you anywhere, except the dirt, bitch”
Bou couldn’t stand it anymore, he ran out of the hall pushing away pupils who were too busy at what’s going to even notice the small cross dresser.
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“MIYAVI IS SO STUPID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
To say Bou was furious is the greatest understatement created by man for there was no word to describe his frustration.
The petite cross dresser was on the school’s roof, it overlooked the whole school. This was Bou’s place of solitude, somewhere where he can push out all of the pet peeves and the exasperation of his highschool life.
“I CAN’T BELIEVE HE TRIED TO KILL TAKANORI JUST BECAUSE HE HAD JUICE SQUIRTED ON HIS ARM!!!”
He gripped the grails that separated him from the roof’s floor and suicide. Really, if this thing wasn’t there, he could already be on the news “Student of Holy Garden University Committed Suicide”. But then if they find his body, they have to check it… and then revealing in death his being a cross dresser… He thought of the revised headlines, “Dead Student from Prestigious School, A Cross Dresser??”
The blond cringed, for some reason, he has this weird feeling that people would be more interested in him being a cross dresser than the fact that he’s dead cross dresser.
With that, Bou slumped on the ground, “I can’t believe things like these happen… especially at a prestigious school! Man…” he scratched his head aggravated, “I hope Nishikawa gets the hell out of here, he’s better off not being here… Poor thing”
“Hmp, what’s so great about Miyavi anyway?” Bou asked the sky angrily, as if the white clouds might give him a clue, “He looks like one of those anorexic hicks, and for some reasons, he’s managed to actually hit people! I wonder if they just pretend to get hurt… But Takanori was pretty beaten up badly by Miyavi… however… really; getting squirted by juice is not as bad as being egged by the whole school!”
That last bit was shouted yet again at the empty air.
“Really, just because he has a fat bank account doesn’t mean he can go around making other people’s lives miserable…” then the cross dresser smirked, “I bet he’s dumb, I mean, skipping class most of the time…” he stood up and leaned on the grails, “I wish I didn’t have to go here…”
Bou went silent for a while, thinking of his dead parents’ last wish and frowned.
“Oh well… not much I can do about it anyway…” He said, picking up his pink back pack off the floor- a cute rabbit key chain hanging by the side. The feminine boy looked at his watched and gasped, “Oh no! I have to get to work!!”
He ran to the exit, never suspecting a certain blond senior watching every of his moves.
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“They did?? That’s just wrong!” Miku said, looking up at Bou as he stopped wiping the tables.
“I know Miku; they’re all just a bunch of jerks up there! Imagine, just getting squirted by juice!” Bou tied his hair neatly, and proceeded to tie the obi of his kimono. “Eh, I can’t understand why do I have to wear this… I mean, I like to cross dress but…”
“Quit complaining Bou, you know you look hot in that” Miku winked, returning to spraying tables and wiping them up.
“But wearing kimonos are so troublesome!”
“Tell that to Ea-chan” his light haired friend told him, giving him a smile before going back to his work.
Bou worked in a small shop that sells traditional sweets. It wasn’t that big and as far money goes, it was going well.
“Miku, please help me with my bun” the blond haired boy asked, holding up a black stick that the owner had told him to wear.
“Sure” Miku brought over the clothe he wipes things away with and the sprayer then went over to Bou. Like a patient little child, the blond boy waited as his friend held up his hair and twisted around at the back of his head.
When he finally stabbed the ball of yellow hair on Bou’s head at the right place (“Ittai! That’s hurts Miku!”), he turned the small man around to survey him. He brushed a couple of stray strands on his ears and sighed.
“What’s wrong, Miku?”
“You know, Bou” his long time friend started, “When we were younger, you used to be brave. You used to… I don’t know, be tough despite the fact that you’re wearing a skirt. You’d throw a punch to anyone who tries to make fun of you.
“But now, ever since going to that school… all day, you complain. When we were younger, you fight back, even though sometimes I, Teruki and Kannon had to save you in the end. Yet we admired you for being who you are, even though people around hated you for it”
Bou stood, quite stunned and empty of what to say. Miku looked listlessly at him and pulled out whatever dirt was on his shoulder.
“I remember, when we were in lower years, some guy and his group tried to hurt you because they didn’t like you. Don’t you remember that time, Bou?”
The kimono clad boy looked down, staring at his socks and slippers. Yes, he remembers; even though they never did anything more than just grab him by the shoulders… You just don’t forget these kinds of things.
“Demo… you guys just came right in time to save me…”
“You fought back, you… punched the guy in the face, you kicked one of them straight on their family jewels” Miku grinned, “You know what? You’re more than that ass, Miyavi, it just so happens he has a bank account with lots of numbers at the end”
The blond haired boy smiled, went on tiptoes, and then kissed Miku’s cheeks. “Sankyuu, Onee-chan!”
Miku hit punched him on the head, a vein throbbing on his face. “Ass”
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Bou sat on top of his futon in the middle of the apartment he and Miku shared. The lights were all off, the only radiance out from the streetlights running through his window. He sat with his knees near his chest, his arms wrapped around his legs.
Miku was curled just right beside him. On his own futon, his mouth gaping wide with a thin line of drool dripping, snoring a bit and hugging his small pillow tightly to his chest.
His restlessness wasn’t his room mate’s snoring- though he had to admit part of it was. He has to admit that Miku was right about those things, but how can he fight back people who are apparently… has a lot of things that Bou is quite lacking off. A good example would be money.
He heaved a sigh.
Tomorrow’s a new day for shit, he thought as he pulled the covers up to his chin.
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I only have one goal, just one goal in life… and that is to graduate from this hell of a school and be free…
Bou felt refreshed in a way that day. That morning, he tied his yellow hair into two pony tails, as usual, and smiled at himself when he saw how pretty he looked in the mirror.
Miku questioned him for his happy mood, to which he replied with a simple peck on both cheeks. To this gesture, the light haired brunette just blush a bit and watched with a small surprised face as his best friend ran out of the door. His pretty pink back pack slung over, the Miffy doll bouncing to the rhythm of his run.
When the blond reached school, he forgot what happened the day before and ran as fast as he can to the school’s elaborate doors. He pushed them away happily with so much force that he didn’t realize he…
“Hey!”
“Eh…?” the blond boy turned around and paled. “Fucking god… no…”
On the floor was none other than ore-sama himself, rubbing a supposedly sore spot on his face. The other three members looked at the boy on the floor and at the cross dresser who had a hand on his mouth.
The great ore-sama looked at the source of his, for lack of better words, pain and gave Bou a very threatening look. Then he stood up, still looking at the scared boy, everyone else who saw stopped what they’re doing and watched.
He walked to Bou, looking no different from the Grim Reaper. It was at this time the blond boy realized that Miyavi was a good foot taller than him.
When the space between them was eliminated, Bou by instinct dropped his bag.
But Miyavi didn't do much, except for the ultimate evil:
“You… Red Card”
So much for a normal life…
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