Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
Author:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
earnestinberlin
Theme: 003. Amusement
Rating: PG
Pairing: MiyavixBou
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer:Yes. I own them. I am their owner. I hope tetsu gets to read this…! Hey, minna, if I keep telling people I own them, do you think I could land in court?? I hope tetsu’s there. I wouldn’t mind going to jail if it means meeting tet-chan… Ignore that.
Comments: Mm, the other night I bought this awesome book about Hitler. It was niiice. And Bou’s lock code… I will give anyone a cookie if they could guess what his locker’s code means. XDD Sorry if this chapter’s going to suck, because it’s starting to branch out of its origin… Well, I did say it was loosely based on it anyway…
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
I don’t fucking care. I just don’t fucking care anymore.
I'm making sure that ass dies.
Before he goes. Before he leaves me behind.
I'm making sure that Miyavi pays.
He’s going to fucking die.
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When he stepped on the very floors of the building, he heard the sounds. It was the sounds of silence. But it was unlike any other silences in the world, for the feeling that wraps around you in this silence is quite far different from the one in the world.
It was the silence that brings shivers down one’s spine.
It was the silence that makes the hair on the back of your head stand.
It was the silence that only a Red Card could produce.
Bou was reluctant in his steps. His movements were reduced from skipping along the halls to a mere scared gait. The blond dismissed looking at anyone, because without even taking a peek at their faces, he could feel the heat of their glares.
“Don’t worry, Bou-chan!” Miku said, pulling an almost suicidal femme out of bed.
Apparently, slitting your wrist with an eraser wasn’t enough to kill you.
“Today’s the day you get to kick Miyavi right where the sun doesn’t shine, and show him… You’re not going to get beaten up by the likes of him!”
Of course… Bou thought miserably, You’re not the one being stared at a by hundred or so executioners…
He reached his locker safely- having only to survive the trauma of being observed by a million eyes so far. He tried to open his locker, as he did he heard murmurs ripple behind him.
Oh great, he thought.
Ever since getting a Red Card, he’s heard a handful of fantastic rumors about himself.
“… I heard she’s from a poor family…”
“Well, from what I heard” another voice intervened, “She’s a lesbian!”
You don’t say…? Bou thought of the irony as he heard gasps produced by that amazing lie. He decided that he was going to survive this stupid school and survive he will. Reverting back his attention to the more important things, he tried to open his locker.
He twisted his padlock, 0-9-1-4-8-1…
“Oh my fucking god!!” Bou screamed; he jumped away from his locker dropping his pink bag in the process. People stopped their mindless chattering, went over to where the commotion was… then ran away screaming in the opposite side.
In between his books and notes were snakes, all slithering down as they fell out of his locker.
“Oh, shit, shit, shit!” Bou scrambled away, his heart beating madly in his chest. He couldn’t move another inch as he watched paralyzed, the slithering reptiles mingling with his things. As he watched in morbid interest, he didn’t hear the footsteps that were coming towards him.
Bou felt something touch his back, it felt like someone’s leg. Curiosity nagged him to look back, despite this fear in his chest trying to stop him.
He slowly craned his neck and knew that he has done something he will regret in years to come. He gasped, rather loudly, at sight of the ore-sama standing behind him, waiting expectantly with an evil grin on his face.
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“Let me go!” Bou struggled against Miyavi’s grasp. Even with his lanky form, the taller boy has quite the strength. It was no wonder how he took all of his other victims down easily, the thought just made the blond boy struggle some more. “God damn it, you asshole, I didn’t do anything to you!”
“Well, look at what we have here” the ore-sama said, pushing the blond boy inside the dark Chemistry laboratory. The force Bou received had him slam against the edge of a table “You have a lot of nerve, hitting me on the face, saying you did nothing wrong and now calling me an asshole-”
“It was a god damn accident!” Bou shouted, trying to stand up despite the pain his hip was experiencing, “And yes, you are an asshole!”
Miyavi couldn’t help but feel amused at the whole situation, it was the first time anyone tried to call him names. Even his comrades would never think of putting his name and the word “ass” together in the same sentence.
This was something new.
Bou stopped ranting when he saw that look in Miyavi’s eyes.
The other went to him and in within seconds delivered a swift punch to Bou’s stomach. He doubled over in pain, Miyavi was merciless. He bit his lip when a moan was about to come, he was not going to give the jerk that satisfaction.
Miyavi’s lips curled in displeasure at that. He pulled Bou up by the collar and threw him on top of one of the tables. Most of his body hurt as he slammed on the surface. The femme pushed himself up with a very weak elbow, rubbing the arm that carried his whole weight.
“You amuse me”
Feeling disgust swelling in his chest, Bou couldn’t help but slap- albeit a weak one- Miyavi right across the face.
“Don’t think I'm like those other girls you can fuck around” Bou hissed, and this only made the grin on Miyavi’s face wider.
“On the contrary you are” Miyavi foretell the coming of the second slap; before it could hit his face he grabbed that hand. The blond in irritation lifted the other hand, only to have the ore-sama’s free hand take that away too. The senior could sense the fear in Bou; he could see it in the other’s eyes.
For his part, Bou wasn’t sure what to be scared of: being found out to be boy or being raped. Both at the same time was particularly mortifying.
“Let me go!!” Bou screamed, kicking and thrashing, trying to get those two hands to latch off his own. “What did I ever do to you?”
”What did I ever do to you??”
Miyavi could hear the voices again, but he just shook his head, hoping they’d go away. He was positioned between Bou’s kicking legs, trying to pin the other’s arms down with his own.
“You’re a freak”
“You’re a little freak” Miyavi whispered in Bou’s ear, mimicking something that was supposed to be a fragment of his past. The feminine boy was beyond frantic; he doesn’t want to be raped. He doesn’t want his real identity known. He doesn’t want to feel more isolated than he already is.
“Please…!” Bou screamed his voice hoarse, tired and hysterical, “Don’t do this!”
The ore-sama could hear them again, those voices that he tried so hard to hide. Those voices he tried so hard to leave behind. He slapped Bou, the boy who showed his horror but refused his tears. Bou’s head went to the side, he bit his lip roughly and he stopped struggling. He positioned the other’s arms on both sides in a manner that almost reminded him of a crucifix.
“I thought we’re friends”
“Fuck” was all Miyavi said, leaning closer until his breath met Bou’s neck. He sensed the tremors that ran all throughout that small body. The blond boy bit his lower lip. This was not happening to him. This was not happening to him.
“Is anybody in the room…?” they both froze; Miyavi had a hand on Bou’s screaming mouth before it could escape his throat.
The door opened, and in walked a boy with silky black hair that reached his shoulders and horn-rimmed glasses. He stared at the scene played before him with midnight eyes. It was obvious he was shocked at what he was seeing, not sure whether if he should say something or not.
The ore-sama took his hands off the cross dresser as he did Bou didn’t know what to do. He stared at the ceiling with silent tears slowly falling out of his eyes.
“You’re lucky” he hissed, obviously directed to Bou. He pushed his hands inside his pocket and walked pass the newcomer. Being the ore-sama, he didn’t forget to push the other way in a rough manner.
When Miyavi was gone, the other hastily strode over to Bou, already pulling off his jacket, “Oh my god… what did that guy do to you…?”
It escaped Bou that the student was clueless of Miyavi’s name, an obvious sign that he might be new. The raven haired boy helped the blond boy sit up, trying to cover him up with his blazer. “Shit, look at you… I can’t believe that guy…”
The feminine boy bended forward, his face almost touching his knees as he pulled the jacket closer to himself, “I… I…”
The bespectacled student stood in front of Bou, who was sitting by the edge of the table. He looked with pity at the blond and he adjusted his glasses.
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me…” he said, looking down at his shoes, “What that guy… what that guy did to you… that was awful…”
Bou didn’t bother taking his shameful gaze off from the ground.
“Um… you know” the boy said, scratching the back of his head, “That if you hang upside down, all of your tears will go back to your eyes?”
The blond sat up straight, his eyes still brimming with tears and his cheeks shinning from their trails. “Ex… excuse me…?”
“My friend…” the nameless other began, “My really, really special friend said… that if you hang upside down, your tears will go back to your eyes. He also said… your frown; it’ll turn back into a smile”
His head snapped back up to gaze at the girl, who started to giggle. He watched her first, as her giggles somehow evolved into a small hearty laugh. The mysterious boy felt the side of his lips rise, and slowly, a chuckle escaped his own lips. It didn’t take long before they were both sharing laughter.
Despite what just happened to him, Bou couldn’t help but feel the tension disappear. It wasn’t that funny actually, what the newcomer said, but it really made him smile. It just surprised him how his smile somehow morphed into this.
“Hey… thanks” Bou said, wiping the tears from his face.
“Yeah… um, you’re welcome” he replied, his face lighting up with a beam, “I'm just glad you’re okay”
Miyavi was leaning on a wall just outside the lab, he heard the sudden turn of events. And for that, he was royally pissed, and he showed his anger by sulking towards the exit.
“Miyavi-san! Good mor-”
Not forgetting to throw a punch at the innocent student who was passing by.
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“Hey, my name is Bou” the blond said, bowing down to the boy while handing back his jacket the same time. “And really… thanks for saving me back there…”
“Bou…? That’s a really cute name, but then again you’re a really cute girl” the raven haired boy beamed, taking back the mentioned item.
“No I'm not… you’re just saying that” Bou said, feeling a bit red on the face but liking the compliment anyway, “Hey, what’s your name…?”
“Huh…? Excuse me?”
“Um, your name…?” Bou repeated, “Something to call you…?”
“I know what a name is, I'm not dumb! And I have one!”
“Then what’s your’s…? If you don’t mind telling”
“Um… it’s… Doiha”
“Doiha?”
“Doiha… Doi Hachirou” the other boy said, not nameless anymore. “My name is Doi Hachirou, but everyone calls me Doiha”
“Um… that’s a weird name” Bou caught his words, “Um, I'm s-sorry! I shouldn’t have said that!” then the boy bowed down very low in front of his new found friend, “Especially when you cheered me up-”
“Oh no, that’s okay!” Doiha said, lifting his hands, with an understanding look on his face “I get that a lot! I'm used to it!” he let out a nervous laugh.
The two were outside the building, walking rather aimlessly without knowing what direction they should go. Under broad daylight, Bou could see he was quite a looker, if he just tried to keep the hair out of his face and those awful glasses too. He had a kind face that would brighten up instantly with just a hint of a smile.
“Hey… who was that guy?” Doiha asked, “That was so… so… Shouldn’t we report that to the school or something?”
“You’re new here, aren’t you…?”
“Um… yeah, I just arrived two days ago”
“Well, that explains a lot…” Bou sighed.
“Explains what exactly…?”
“That guy… was Miyavi”
And so, with that Bou introduced him to the whole hierarchy of the school. Everything from the beatings, to the victims, to Takanori and to the whole Red Card stigma. Doiha listened intently to all of this, his face going from serious to his brows raising in surprise at how petty most of the offenses done to Miyavi were. And as they walked, it didn’t escape the two’s attention how most of the school body was ignoring them as if they weren’t there. It surprised Bou how Doiha seemed oblivious to that little fact, either that or he doesn’t care.
“… Woah, so you’re saying… that guy who tried to…”
“Yes”
“Was Miyavi…” he took a deep breath and continued, “… The Miyavi, the heir to the Lee Financial Corporation…”
“One and only”
“And he… does these kinds of things on a daily basis??” it was obvious that the other was taking his time sinking in what the other has just said.
“It’s no lie…”
“Wait… so the reason everyone’s ignoring us is…” as he slowly put the pieces of information together “That means… you got a Red Card…”
Bou’s lip just curled in a sad smile, “You can ignore me like everyone else, I won’t mind. I don’t want anyone getting hurt-”
“What do you mean?!” Doiha shouted, apparently not taking the whole situation lightly, “He almost raped you! You can’t just let him do that!”
“I have no choice-”
“No choice? No choice??” the bespectacled boy repeated rather heatedly “Maybe you’re the one saying that! You can’t let these things happen… you can’t let him get away with what he does! How many students are suffering because of this boy??”
Deep inside, the blond boy was flinching as a chibi of Miku appeared in his head, screaming revolution with Mount Fuji erupting behind his small form. The idea of Doiha having a personality no different to his room mate sent shivers down his spine.
“It’s his last year here anyway” Bou shrugged, “Just one more year and this school will be called decent again”
“That would never work” Doiha replied unbelieving with a hand flicking in the air, “I mean… the guy influenced the whole school. I don’t think him leaving would do much change. On the contrary, I bet they’d even replaced him with another guy who is as ruthless as him”
Bou thought about it and bit a finger gently, “Yeah… putting it in that light…”
“If I could… I’d rip that Miyavi apart…” Doiha’s voice turned into a harsh and bitter whisper that didn’t suit his gentle face.
“Doiha-san…?” the blond boy cocked his head to one side.
“Hey, don’t call me that!” the raven-haired boy said, his happy composure back, “Call me Doiha! I feel old when people address me that way!”
And Bou laughed at that. Seriously this time.
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“It’s really nice meeting you” Bou said, his bag slung behind his back.
“Oh me too” Doiha replied, scratching the back of his head, “It’s been an interesting day… almost like there’s only the two of us in the whole building” The blond boy took note of his tone, rising around that statement as if to make sure he was catching the attention of anyone who was listening.
“Ano…” the girly boy tried to start, but couldn’t find the words, “Um… you should stop sticking with me. You’re new… and I don’t want people giving you trouble… especially since you’re such a nice person and all”
“Don’t worry, I don’t think they’re going to do anything to me” rolling his eyes to where most of the students were, “I doubt it very much”
Bou cocked an eyebrow in distrust.
“Oh, okay… I'm actually scared” the raven haired boy laughed, “But, I don’t think I can stand seeing someone as sweet and cute as you get hurt. And besides, I like you; you’re not like everyone here at school. Everyone is so mean, and most of my classmates are snobs. You’re the only human being I met here”
“But you’re the one who’s going to get hurt from all of this”
“Hm…” Doiha said, looking up, with a contemplative glance to the sky. He opened his mouth to give the other boy a reply. But Doiha saw his chauffeur and the family car coming to pick him up, whatever he was going to say was forgotten as he ran towards his ride. “See you tomorrow Bou-chan!”
Bou raised a hand and waved back, the widest smile he’s ever had for weeks was on his face.
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Yoshiki and Sugizo both sighed. The moment Miyavi stomped in the room, accidentally hit a table, let the beer cans and ice bucket fall; they knew the have another problem.
“God damn it, where the fuck is Gackt!” Miyavi shouted, angry at the absence of the last member. He kicked one of the empty beer cans on the floor, causing it to fly off somewhere and hit a wall. “Didn’t you bastards even tried to contact that asshole??”
Sugizo nudged Yoshiki on the chest with his elbow, somewhat harshly. His fellow looked at him and mouthed something, while the other replied cocking his head to Miyavi’s direction, a weird expression on his face.
“Well?” the ore-sama demanded, “I'm waiting!”
“Oh fine” Yoshiki said, giving Sugizo a pointed look, “Gackt’s with Mana right now”
“What??” the ore-sama rolled his eyes and huffed, “I know he loves that god damn cross dresser but is he forgetting about us-!”
“Dude, you have to understand the man” Sugizo stood, taking the responsibility off Yoshiki, “Mana’s leaving for France-”
“So? He and Mana always go to France, every god damn summer!”
“No, let’s make this super clear: Mana is staying in France this time” Sugizo corrected, “Mana is going to stay there and make that place his home
Miyavi stared at them, “Okay, stop pulling my leg… You’re joking-”
“Meev, we’re not joking” Yoshiki added with a worried look on his face, “That’s why he’s been skipping being with us… He wants to be with Mana”
“So he goes to France with Mana too…”
“Miyavi, don’t you ever use your head?” Sugizo said, amazed at Miyavi’s lack of comprehension to the situation “If he goes to France, he’s obviously going to leave us behind”
Miyavi’s mouth hung open, and then he realized he doesn’t know what to say. Gackt has always been that big brother he never had; he’s the guy he goes to when he has a problem. Well, okay, actually going to Gackt is quite useless since he doesn’t say anything at all. Not even one bit of tiny advice to remedy any of his problems. But Miyavi likes it that way, no one to tell him if he’s wrong or right. Just someone to listen to him rant, or wonder about the stupid things, or just let him talk and get confused without telling to stop.
And as the idea of Gackt leaving Japan sunk in his head, he wondered. Slowly backing away, and settling himself on a chair.
“He’s… not going to leave right? I mean... he has a life here too-”
“That’s one of the things we don’t know…” Yoshiki said, defeated and sad at the idea of SKIN loosing a member. He walked slowly dropped himself beside Miyavi who was staring at space with wide eyes in surprise.
“Minna, don’t get your panties up in a bunch… well not yet anyway” Sugizo tried to lift the mood up, trying to shoo away the thunder clouds that were starting to form on top of his friends’ heads. “We’re not ever sure if he’s going to say yes!”
“But you know how gay that idiot is” the ore-sama smirked trying to mask his sadness, “Even if he knows Mana is a guy and worst his half-brother, he makes him wear these outrageous girly clothes… treat him like a little doll and go where ever Mana goes-”
“Hey” Yoshiki said, shoving Miyavi gently aside, feeling a little hurt at their “leader’s” words. Gackt wasn’t the only one interested in the same gender too in SKIN.
“You know… he’s been ignoring his phone lately” Miyavi said almost listlessly, ignoring that small push. Yoshiki and Sugizo exchanged troubled glances at the information.
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“BOU-CHAN, YOU’RE ALIVE!!” as soon as Bou opened the door, he found himself falling back with a very hyperactive Miku topping him. His pink bag, which he just slung over his shoulder, went off flying to another direction.
“Miku!!” Bou shouted, trying to fight off his extremely crazy friend, “Of course, I'm alive! What do you think?!”
“Yeay! It worked!” Miku, who happened to be straddling Bou in the middle of the hallway, declared joyously with his arms waving in the air.
“What do you mean it worked…?!” Bou looked up at his friend in annoyance, and then he added in a low harsh whisper, “And would you mind getting off me! I don’t want the landlady getting any ideas!”
Then Miku whipped a fan out of nowhere, the Japanese symbol for luck facing Bou, “I went to the temple today and prayed for good luck! Looks like my prayer have paid off!”
Bou looked up at him with a vein throbbing on the side of his head. Miku’s disturbing change of attitude is starting to make Bou think he’s Bi-polar.
“Miku, are you sure you don’t have a problem…?”
“Well, Bou-chan” Miku spoke leaning close to his friend, “How was your day of school today?”
The blond opened his mouth, and then remembered exactly what happened to him that day. He remembered the cold glares he’s been receiving the whole morning. He remembered the snakes that jumped out of his locker. He remembered being molested by Miyavi in the dark Chemistry Lab.
But he also remembered Doiha, the sweet and kind boy who helped him out after Miyavi left.
Miku noticed how Bou’s suddenly got lost in thoughts, “Um… earth to Bou” he knocked on the blond’s forehead, “Are you still there? I'm waiting for an answer!”
Bou looked up Miku, “N-n-nothing much”
“Bou, don’t give me that, I'm not dumb enough as to believe a stuttering ‘nothing much’ as a valid answer”
“Hey you two!” their old land lady screamed, “Do your hanky-panky in your own rooms! The hallway is not your bedroom!”
And for the first time, Bou was thankful the landlady appeared, at least he still has enough time to work up his thoughts. They both scrambled up, sometimes clumsily hitting each other and hastily went inside their room.
But not without a swift bow to their wrinkly landlady, “Gomen nasai, Kinomoto-san-”
“Bah! Get out of my sight!” she said, and with that the two sped off into their room, slamming the door shut behind them. The old woman just shook her head, as she leaned on her cane, “Kids today, with their MTV and horrid movies…”
Author:
earnestinberlinTheme: 003. Amusement
Rating: PG
Pairing: MiyavixBou
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer:
Comments: Mm, the other night I bought this awesome book about Hitler. It was niiice. And Bou’s lock code… I will give anyone a cookie if they could guess what his locker’s code means. XDD Sorry if this chapter’s going to suck, because it’s starting to branch out of its origin… Well, I did say it was loosely based on it anyway…
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
I don’t fucking care. I just don’t fucking care anymore.
I'm making sure that ass dies.
Before he goes. Before he leaves me behind.
I'm making sure that Miyavi pays.
He’s going to fucking die.
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When he stepped on the very floors of the building, he heard the sounds. It was the sounds of silence. But it was unlike any other silences in the world, for the feeling that wraps around you in this silence is quite far different from the one in the world.
It was the silence that brings shivers down one’s spine.
It was the silence that makes the hair on the back of your head stand.
It was the silence that only a Red Card could produce.
Bou was reluctant in his steps. His movements were reduced from skipping along the halls to a mere scared gait. The blond dismissed looking at anyone, because without even taking a peek at their faces, he could feel the heat of their glares.
“Don’t worry, Bou-chan!” Miku said, pulling an almost suicidal femme out of bed.
Apparently, slitting your wrist with an eraser wasn’t enough to kill you.
“Today’s the day you get to kick Miyavi right where the sun doesn’t shine, and show him… You’re not going to get beaten up by the likes of him!”
Of course… Bou thought miserably, You’re not the one being stared at a by hundred or so executioners…
He reached his locker safely- having only to survive the trauma of being observed by a million eyes so far. He tried to open his locker, as he did he heard murmurs ripple behind him.
Oh great, he thought.
Ever since getting a Red Card, he’s heard a handful of fantastic rumors about himself.
“… I heard she’s from a poor family…”
“Well, from what I heard” another voice intervened, “She’s a lesbian!”
You don’t say…? Bou thought of the irony as he heard gasps produced by that amazing lie. He decided that he was going to survive this stupid school and survive he will. Reverting back his attention to the more important things, he tried to open his locker.
He twisted his padlock, 0-9-1-4-8-1…
“Oh my fucking god!!” Bou screamed; he jumped away from his locker dropping his pink bag in the process. People stopped their mindless chattering, went over to where the commotion was… then ran away screaming in the opposite side.
In between his books and notes were snakes, all slithering down as they fell out of his locker.
“Oh, shit, shit, shit!” Bou scrambled away, his heart beating madly in his chest. He couldn’t move another inch as he watched paralyzed, the slithering reptiles mingling with his things. As he watched in morbid interest, he didn’t hear the footsteps that were coming towards him.
Bou felt something touch his back, it felt like someone’s leg. Curiosity nagged him to look back, despite this fear in his chest trying to stop him.
He slowly craned his neck and knew that he has done something he will regret in years to come. He gasped, rather loudly, at sight of the ore-sama standing behind him, waiting expectantly with an evil grin on his face.
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“Let me go!” Bou struggled against Miyavi’s grasp. Even with his lanky form, the taller boy has quite the strength. It was no wonder how he took all of his other victims down easily, the thought just made the blond boy struggle some more. “God damn it, you asshole, I didn’t do anything to you!”
“Well, look at what we have here” the ore-sama said, pushing the blond boy inside the dark Chemistry laboratory. The force Bou received had him slam against the edge of a table “You have a lot of nerve, hitting me on the face, saying you did nothing wrong and now calling me an asshole-”
“It was a god damn accident!” Bou shouted, trying to stand up despite the pain his hip was experiencing, “And yes, you are an asshole!”
Miyavi couldn’t help but feel amused at the whole situation, it was the first time anyone tried to call him names. Even his comrades would never think of putting his name and the word “ass” together in the same sentence.
This was something new.
Bou stopped ranting when he saw that look in Miyavi’s eyes.
The other went to him and in within seconds delivered a swift punch to Bou’s stomach. He doubled over in pain, Miyavi was merciless. He bit his lip when a moan was about to come, he was not going to give the jerk that satisfaction.
Miyavi’s lips curled in displeasure at that. He pulled Bou up by the collar and threw him on top of one of the tables. Most of his body hurt as he slammed on the surface. The femme pushed himself up with a very weak elbow, rubbing the arm that carried his whole weight.
“You amuse me”
Feeling disgust swelling in his chest, Bou couldn’t help but slap- albeit a weak one- Miyavi right across the face.
“Don’t think I'm like those other girls you can fuck around” Bou hissed, and this only made the grin on Miyavi’s face wider.
“On the contrary you are” Miyavi foretell the coming of the second slap; before it could hit his face he grabbed that hand. The blond in irritation lifted the other hand, only to have the ore-sama’s free hand take that away too. The senior could sense the fear in Bou; he could see it in the other’s eyes.
For his part, Bou wasn’t sure what to be scared of: being found out to be boy or being raped. Both at the same time was particularly mortifying.
“Let me go!!” Bou screamed, kicking and thrashing, trying to get those two hands to latch off his own. “What did I ever do to you?”
”What did I ever do to you??”
Miyavi could hear the voices again, but he just shook his head, hoping they’d go away. He was positioned between Bou’s kicking legs, trying to pin the other’s arms down with his own.
“You’re a freak”
“You’re a little freak” Miyavi whispered in Bou’s ear, mimicking something that was supposed to be a fragment of his past. The feminine boy was beyond frantic; he doesn’t want to be raped. He doesn’t want his real identity known. He doesn’t want to feel more isolated than he already is.
“Please…!” Bou screamed his voice hoarse, tired and hysterical, “Don’t do this!”
The ore-sama could hear them again, those voices that he tried so hard to hide. Those voices he tried so hard to leave behind. He slapped Bou, the boy who showed his horror but refused his tears. Bou’s head went to the side, he bit his lip roughly and he stopped struggling. He positioned the other’s arms on both sides in a manner that almost reminded him of a crucifix.
“I thought we’re friends”
“Fuck” was all Miyavi said, leaning closer until his breath met Bou’s neck. He sensed the tremors that ran all throughout that small body. The blond boy bit his lower lip. This was not happening to him. This was not happening to him.
“Is anybody in the room…?” they both froze; Miyavi had a hand on Bou’s screaming mouth before it could escape his throat.
The door opened, and in walked a boy with silky black hair that reached his shoulders and horn-rimmed glasses. He stared at the scene played before him with midnight eyes. It was obvious he was shocked at what he was seeing, not sure whether if he should say something or not.
The ore-sama took his hands off the cross dresser as he did Bou didn’t know what to do. He stared at the ceiling with silent tears slowly falling out of his eyes.
“You’re lucky” he hissed, obviously directed to Bou. He pushed his hands inside his pocket and walked pass the newcomer. Being the ore-sama, he didn’t forget to push the other way in a rough manner.
When Miyavi was gone, the other hastily strode over to Bou, already pulling off his jacket, “Oh my god… what did that guy do to you…?”
It escaped Bou that the student was clueless of Miyavi’s name, an obvious sign that he might be new. The raven haired boy helped the blond boy sit up, trying to cover him up with his blazer. “Shit, look at you… I can’t believe that guy…”
The feminine boy bended forward, his face almost touching his knees as he pulled the jacket closer to himself, “I… I…”
The bespectacled student stood in front of Bou, who was sitting by the edge of the table. He looked with pity at the blond and he adjusted his glasses.
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to tell me…” he said, looking down at his shoes, “What that guy… what that guy did to you… that was awful…”
Bou didn’t bother taking his shameful gaze off from the ground.
“Um… you know” the boy said, scratching the back of his head, “That if you hang upside down, all of your tears will go back to your eyes?”
The blond sat up straight, his eyes still brimming with tears and his cheeks shinning from their trails. “Ex… excuse me…?”
“My friend…” the nameless other began, “My really, really special friend said… that if you hang upside down, your tears will go back to your eyes. He also said… your frown; it’ll turn back into a smile”
His head snapped back up to gaze at the girl, who started to giggle. He watched her first, as her giggles somehow evolved into a small hearty laugh. The mysterious boy felt the side of his lips rise, and slowly, a chuckle escaped his own lips. It didn’t take long before they were both sharing laughter.
Despite what just happened to him, Bou couldn’t help but feel the tension disappear. It wasn’t that funny actually, what the newcomer said, but it really made him smile. It just surprised him how his smile somehow morphed into this.
“Hey… thanks” Bou said, wiping the tears from his face.
“Yeah… um, you’re welcome” he replied, his face lighting up with a beam, “I'm just glad you’re okay”
Miyavi was leaning on a wall just outside the lab, he heard the sudden turn of events. And for that, he was royally pissed, and he showed his anger by sulking towards the exit.
“Miyavi-san! Good mor-”
Not forgetting to throw a punch at the innocent student who was passing by.
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“Hey, my name is Bou” the blond said, bowing down to the boy while handing back his jacket the same time. “And really… thanks for saving me back there…”
“Bou…? That’s a really cute name, but then again you’re a really cute girl” the raven haired boy beamed, taking back the mentioned item.
“No I'm not… you’re just saying that” Bou said, feeling a bit red on the face but liking the compliment anyway, “Hey, what’s your name…?”
“Huh…? Excuse me?”
“Um, your name…?” Bou repeated, “Something to call you…?”
“I know what a name is, I'm not dumb! And I have one!”
“Then what’s your’s…? If you don’t mind telling”
“Um… it’s… Doiha”
“Doiha?”
“Doiha… Doi Hachirou” the other boy said, not nameless anymore. “My name is Doi Hachirou, but everyone calls me Doiha”
“Um… that’s a weird name” Bou caught his words, “Um, I'm s-sorry! I shouldn’t have said that!” then the boy bowed down very low in front of his new found friend, “Especially when you cheered me up-”
“Oh no, that’s okay!” Doiha said, lifting his hands, with an understanding look on his face “I get that a lot! I'm used to it!” he let out a nervous laugh.
The two were outside the building, walking rather aimlessly without knowing what direction they should go. Under broad daylight, Bou could see he was quite a looker, if he just tried to keep the hair out of his face and those awful glasses too. He had a kind face that would brighten up instantly with just a hint of a smile.
“Hey… who was that guy?” Doiha asked, “That was so… so… Shouldn’t we report that to the school or something?”
“You’re new here, aren’t you…?”
“Um… yeah, I just arrived two days ago”
“Well, that explains a lot…” Bou sighed.
“Explains what exactly…?”
“That guy… was Miyavi”
And so, with that Bou introduced him to the whole hierarchy of the school. Everything from the beatings, to the victims, to Takanori and to the whole Red Card stigma. Doiha listened intently to all of this, his face going from serious to his brows raising in surprise at how petty most of the offenses done to Miyavi were. And as they walked, it didn’t escape the two’s attention how most of the school body was ignoring them as if they weren’t there. It surprised Bou how Doiha seemed oblivious to that little fact, either that or he doesn’t care.
“… Woah, so you’re saying… that guy who tried to…”
“Yes”
“Was Miyavi…” he took a deep breath and continued, “… The Miyavi, the heir to the Lee Financial Corporation…”
“One and only”
“And he… does these kinds of things on a daily basis??” it was obvious that the other was taking his time sinking in what the other has just said.
“It’s no lie…”
“Wait… so the reason everyone’s ignoring us is…” as he slowly put the pieces of information together “That means… you got a Red Card…”
Bou’s lip just curled in a sad smile, “You can ignore me like everyone else, I won’t mind. I don’t want anyone getting hurt-”
“What do you mean?!” Doiha shouted, apparently not taking the whole situation lightly, “He almost raped you! You can’t just let him do that!”
“I have no choice-”
“No choice? No choice??” the bespectacled boy repeated rather heatedly “Maybe you’re the one saying that! You can’t let these things happen… you can’t let him get away with what he does! How many students are suffering because of this boy??”
Deep inside, the blond boy was flinching as a chibi of Miku appeared in his head, screaming revolution with Mount Fuji erupting behind his small form. The idea of Doiha having a personality no different to his room mate sent shivers down his spine.
“It’s his last year here anyway” Bou shrugged, “Just one more year and this school will be called decent again”
“That would never work” Doiha replied unbelieving with a hand flicking in the air, “I mean… the guy influenced the whole school. I don’t think him leaving would do much change. On the contrary, I bet they’d even replaced him with another guy who is as ruthless as him”
Bou thought about it and bit a finger gently, “Yeah… putting it in that light…”
“If I could… I’d rip that Miyavi apart…” Doiha’s voice turned into a harsh and bitter whisper that didn’t suit his gentle face.
“Doiha-san…?” the blond boy cocked his head to one side.
“Hey, don’t call me that!” the raven-haired boy said, his happy composure back, “Call me Doiha! I feel old when people address me that way!”
And Bou laughed at that. Seriously this time.
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“It’s really nice meeting you” Bou said, his bag slung behind his back.
“Oh me too” Doiha replied, scratching the back of his head, “It’s been an interesting day… almost like there’s only the two of us in the whole building” The blond boy took note of his tone, rising around that statement as if to make sure he was catching the attention of anyone who was listening.
“Ano…” the girly boy tried to start, but couldn’t find the words, “Um… you should stop sticking with me. You’re new… and I don’t want people giving you trouble… especially since you’re such a nice person and all”
“Don’t worry, I don’t think they’re going to do anything to me” rolling his eyes to where most of the students were, “I doubt it very much”
Bou cocked an eyebrow in distrust.
“Oh, okay… I'm actually scared” the raven haired boy laughed, “But, I don’t think I can stand seeing someone as sweet and cute as you get hurt. And besides, I like you; you’re not like everyone here at school. Everyone is so mean, and most of my classmates are snobs. You’re the only human being I met here”
“But you’re the one who’s going to get hurt from all of this”
“Hm…” Doiha said, looking up, with a contemplative glance to the sky. He opened his mouth to give the other boy a reply. But Doiha saw his chauffeur and the family car coming to pick him up, whatever he was going to say was forgotten as he ran towards his ride. “See you tomorrow Bou-chan!”
Bou raised a hand and waved back, the widest smile he’s ever had for weeks was on his face.
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Yoshiki and Sugizo both sighed. The moment Miyavi stomped in the room, accidentally hit a table, let the beer cans and ice bucket fall; they knew the have another problem.
“God damn it, where the fuck is Gackt!” Miyavi shouted, angry at the absence of the last member. He kicked one of the empty beer cans on the floor, causing it to fly off somewhere and hit a wall. “Didn’t you bastards even tried to contact that asshole??”
Sugizo nudged Yoshiki on the chest with his elbow, somewhat harshly. His fellow looked at him and mouthed something, while the other replied cocking his head to Miyavi’s direction, a weird expression on his face.
“Well?” the ore-sama demanded, “I'm waiting!”
“Oh fine” Yoshiki said, giving Sugizo a pointed look, “Gackt’s with Mana right now”
“What??” the ore-sama rolled his eyes and huffed, “I know he loves that god damn cross dresser but is he forgetting about us-!”
“Dude, you have to understand the man” Sugizo stood, taking the responsibility off Yoshiki, “Mana’s leaving for France-”
“So? He and Mana always go to France, every god damn summer!”
“No, let’s make this super clear: Mana is staying in France this time” Sugizo corrected, “Mana is going to stay there and make that place his home
Miyavi stared at them, “Okay, stop pulling my leg… You’re joking-”
“Meev, we’re not joking” Yoshiki added with a worried look on his face, “That’s why he’s been skipping being with us… He wants to be with Mana”
“So he goes to France with Mana too…”
“Miyavi, don’t you ever use your head?” Sugizo said, amazed at Miyavi’s lack of comprehension to the situation “If he goes to France, he’s obviously going to leave us behind”
Miyavi’s mouth hung open, and then he realized he doesn’t know what to say. Gackt has always been that big brother he never had; he’s the guy he goes to when he has a problem. Well, okay, actually going to Gackt is quite useless since he doesn’t say anything at all. Not even one bit of tiny advice to remedy any of his problems. But Miyavi likes it that way, no one to tell him if he’s wrong or right. Just someone to listen to him rant, or wonder about the stupid things, or just let him talk and get confused without telling to stop.
And as the idea of Gackt leaving Japan sunk in his head, he wondered. Slowly backing away, and settling himself on a chair.
“He’s… not going to leave right? I mean... he has a life here too-”
“That’s one of the things we don’t know…” Yoshiki said, defeated and sad at the idea of SKIN loosing a member. He walked slowly dropped himself beside Miyavi who was staring at space with wide eyes in surprise.
“Minna, don’t get your panties up in a bunch… well not yet anyway” Sugizo tried to lift the mood up, trying to shoo away the thunder clouds that were starting to form on top of his friends’ heads. “We’re not ever sure if he’s going to say yes!”
“But you know how gay that idiot is” the ore-sama smirked trying to mask his sadness, “Even if he knows Mana is a guy and worst his half-brother, he makes him wear these outrageous girly clothes… treat him like a little doll and go where ever Mana goes-”
“Hey” Yoshiki said, shoving Miyavi gently aside, feeling a little hurt at their “leader’s” words. Gackt wasn’t the only one interested in the same gender too in SKIN.
“You know… he’s been ignoring his phone lately” Miyavi said almost listlessly, ignoring that small push. Yoshiki and Sugizo exchanged troubled glances at the information.
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“BOU-CHAN, YOU’RE ALIVE!!” as soon as Bou opened the door, he found himself falling back with a very hyperactive Miku topping him. His pink bag, which he just slung over his shoulder, went off flying to another direction.
“Miku!!” Bou shouted, trying to fight off his extremely crazy friend, “Of course, I'm alive! What do you think?!”
“Yeay! It worked!” Miku, who happened to be straddling Bou in the middle of the hallway, declared joyously with his arms waving in the air.
“What do you mean it worked…?!” Bou looked up at his friend in annoyance, and then he added in a low harsh whisper, “And would you mind getting off me! I don’t want the landlady getting any ideas!”
Then Miku whipped a fan out of nowhere, the Japanese symbol for luck facing Bou, “I went to the temple today and prayed for good luck! Looks like my prayer have paid off!”
Bou looked up at him with a vein throbbing on the side of his head. Miku’s disturbing change of attitude is starting to make Bou think he’s Bi-polar.
“Miku, are you sure you don’t have a problem…?”
“Well, Bou-chan” Miku spoke leaning close to his friend, “How was your day of school today?”
The blond opened his mouth, and then remembered exactly what happened to him that day. He remembered the cold glares he’s been receiving the whole morning. He remembered the snakes that jumped out of his locker. He remembered being molested by Miyavi in the dark Chemistry Lab.
But he also remembered Doiha, the sweet and kind boy who helped him out after Miyavi left.
Miku noticed how Bou’s suddenly got lost in thoughts, “Um… earth to Bou” he knocked on the blond’s forehead, “Are you still there? I'm waiting for an answer!”
Bou looked up Miku, “N-n-nothing much”
“Bou, don’t give me that, I'm not dumb enough as to believe a stuttering ‘nothing much’ as a valid answer”
“Hey you two!” their old land lady screamed, “Do your hanky-panky in your own rooms! The hallway is not your bedroom!”
And for the first time, Bou was thankful the landlady appeared, at least he still has enough time to work up his thoughts. They both scrambled up, sometimes clumsily hitting each other and hastily went inside their room.
But not without a swift bow to their wrinkly landlady, “Gomen nasai, Kinomoto-san-”
“Bah! Get out of my sight!” she said, and with that the two sped off into their room, slamming the door shut behind them. The old woman just shook her head, as she leaned on her cane, “Kids today, with their MTV and horrid movies…”
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