Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
Author:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
earnestinberlin
Theme: 004. Angel
Rating: PG
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Well, I own the computer that I use to type my bull crap day in, day out.
Comments: My sad attempts at being fluffy, forgive me okay? I'm just not that good when it comes to fluff and stories like this. Holy crack, look at the plot holes. Dude, I'm going to have fill those up. @______-
EXTRA Note: OMG. When was this last updated??????? DDD:
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
“So…” Miku started in a singsong voice, rounding his ever favorite blond boy.
“What does that mean?” Bou raised a brow, trying to keep his innocence intact.
“You know what I mean!” his friend interrogated, almost bouncing around the just arrived school boy- or girl “What happened? Did something happen today? You have to tell me!”
“Nothing happened today, Miku” the other replied, very much annoyed, “Absolutely nothing-”
“Bou, as a child born in an era where the movie industry bombards us with corny, cheap teen flicks…” Miku said, “I think I don’t need to guess that ‘Nothing’ is absolutely a ‘something’!”
“Miku, I had a rough day, okay? Can you lay off?”
“No. Not until you tell me, Bou!” Miku pouted, “I'm your best friend! We promise to tell each other all the secrets and problems we have to each other!”
“No! I can’t!” Bou screamed, punching Miku on the face.
“Hey, I'm sorry… Bou-chan” Miku said, who fell back after Bou’s punch, he rubbed the sore spot on his face. “I was just trying to support you…”
Feeling a bit guilty, Bou went down and helped his fallen friend, “Neh, I'm sorry, Miku… it’s just that you were getting quite annoying…”
“No, that’s all right… I'm can be quite annoying sometimes… neh…?” his light haired friend replied, rubbing the back of his head and making a peace sign with his other hand, “Okay, I won’t bother you about it… You had a horrible day, so I guess I should understand…”
“Oh on the contrary… it wasn’t that bad… well…” the blond sat cross legged beside his pal and thought of what he was going to say, “I met this really nice guy”
“Hey! What about Teruki!”
“I told you to shut your trap about Teruki!”
“But you can’t go cheating behind his back! Oh my god!!” Miku panicked, “What will he say??”
“Miku, I AM NOT CHEATING ON TERUKI!” Bou screamed.
“Dang it, is it hard to shut up!” someone shouted back at them, pounding the thin wall.
“Gomen nasai, Fuji-san!” Miku shouted back.
“You better be!” was the reply that got Bou and Miku gulping whatever words they were going to say.
So the rest of their conversation was now rendered into whispers.
“Okay, give me information. And by that, I want them now, solid facts and no skipping of details, regardless of it being useless” Miku said in a harsh but fast whisper, “Name, height, weight, brand of clothing, shoe size, how big his dick-”
“Eeew, Miku!” the blond student whispered back in disgust, shoving his friend away. “I said I met a guy! Not some gay prostitute!”
“Oh, I don’t know, Teruki is totally not going to like what you’re doing!” his light haired had his arms crossed over his shoulder, his head bowed down and shaking in shame, “And of all people, you, Bou-chan!”
“God, Miku, you can be such a prat!” the blond rolled his eyes. “I'm not talking to you anymore!”
“Hey! Hey!” Miku jokingly pulled at Bou’s skirt, the other was half way to standing up, “I'm sorry, okay? I'm just joking around! And besides, I'm just trying to make you laugh”
“Well, Ha! Ha!” the blond replied, rather sardonically, “I'm rolling on the floor, laughing my ass off. Very funny, Miku”
“Hey, don’t go bitchy on me, all of a sudden” his friend pouted, and brought himself up to give his friend a hug. “You know I love you”
The cross dresser just gave a small sigh and returned the hug, “I'm sorry too, Miku, it’s just that it’s quite hard now… Not only do I have to worry about my grades, but I have to worry getting raped-”
“Woah!” Miku declared, as he heard the last word, he brought Bou at least an arm’s length away from him and locked his light eyes with the other’s, “What did you just say?”
“Nothing!” the blond said, realizing what he just slipped, “It’s nothing really, Miku!”
“You just said ‘raped’! That’s not ‘nothing’, Bou!”
“Miku, nothing happened, okay! Forget what I said!”
“Was it that guy you mentioned! Oh fuck, how can you be so cool about this?!” the brunette shook the cross dresser, “Bou, that is not okay! That Miyavi is despicable! Now he’s making the boys at your school play with you!”
“NO! No! You got it all wrong, Miku! The boy saved me!” Bou explained, trying to get his friend to calm down instead of it being the other way around.
“So who raped you? You have to tell me…. Oh my fucking god, you’re not saying Mi-!”
“No! I wasn’t raped today, if I was I’d be limping my way here with sticks in my hair from being dumped away in some backyard bush, blood running down my legs and my ass would hurt like hell!”
“Oh come on, Bou!” Miku defied, “It’s not like people go around saying ‘rape’ just like that! Something happened to you today! And I bet that stuck up jerk has A LOT to do with this!”
“Miku…”
“No, Bou, I'm not letting you go that easily! You don’t know how worried I was about you today! I care about you and I love you like my brother…. Sister! And it hurts a lot if I find out that some asshole prick tried to ram himself in you without your consent!” his best friend declared. “You can’t keep me in the dark! It’s your fault for telling me you got a Red Card! So what do you expect me to think! That all is fine and dandy!”
“He almost found me out today” Bou murmured beneath his breath, his head bowed low “He kind of… beaten me up… then pushed me on a table… I got so fucking scared he’d find out I was…”
“Oh Bou-chan” Miku brought held his friend in his arms, “I can’t believe it, god… this is just…”
There was a quite a pause, Miku embraced Bou deeper, cradling his friend who just cried on his shoulder.
“Bou” Miku started, “I think it’s you should go to another school”
“I can’t” Bou whispered, through his sobs.
“What?!” Miku held him, shoulder length, “Are you fucking serious?? Bou, hello! Do you want to be harassed; day in and out? I know it was my whole idea to fight, fight, fight! But look at you! You can’t go on like this forever!”
The blond listened to his friend, and then somewhere in between his thoughts, he saw Doiha. The only guy who talked to him the whole day and even saved him from Miyavi. Doiha who knew now what a Red Card is and the trouble it carries stayed with him even then. Even if he just knew Doiha today, he was happy he had someone who treated him like a real person and not some piece of trash.
“Because Doiha’s there” he silently said, “Because if I drop out, Doiha’s efforts will be put to waste. And he made me realize that I just can’t give Miyavi the satisfaction of just… of just… quitting like everyone else did”
“Bou, have you gone mad?! Did that Miyavi make you drink drugs too?” Miku started touching Bou’s forehead, checking if the other has a fever, “You don’t have a fever-”
“Miku, I'm serious!” the blond pushed Miku’s hands, “Doiha ate lunch with me, Miku! He ate lunch with me! Even when I told him I had a Red Card!”
The light haired boy stared at his friend, his eyes wide like plates.
“I'm going to fight Miyavi, if not for myself then I'm fighting for Doiha”
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Mana, like all other illegitimate children, was a mistake.
Only a handful knows Mana exists, and from those handful only a small number know Mana is not a girl. And to that small number, only very few know the true nature of Mana’s relationship with Gackt.
Gackt’s father has always been the philanderer; despite having tied the knot with a first wife- five months pregnant with what would soon be their first son. It didn’t take a while before his father had another woman pregnant and that other child would be the second “daughter”, Mana.
Mana was thrust into their life, though he was welcomed in the household, Mana wasn’t treated very warmly. The father accepted responsibility, but didn’t care much for the boy. His wife, Gackt’s mother, care less what happens to Mana just as long as he stay out of her way. And Gackt, who was six when Mana invaded his home, was the only one who seemed to have noticed there was something new in their household.
“Neh, Gackt-kun” Mana looked at Gackt. “What’s wrong?”
Gackt sighed, as Mana looked up at him from where he sat. He just gave the other a forced smile, and reassured him that nothing was wrong.
“I know you don’t want to go” his half-brother said, “You don’t have to, you’re tied to school and everything here in Japan”
Mana watched his brother who took heated steps across the room to get to the mini bar. Due to his calm nature, Gackt tried so much to hide the frustration only Mana knew existed. The femme just looked back, with an impish grin on his face, something he rarely pulls off in public.
“Gackt… don’t lie to me” he crooned, he was smiling widely now, facing his brother who was gathering a couple of wine glasses and a few alcohol “I know you more than anyone else, and besides you have friends here who you to care of”
The blond didn’t respond; he just mixed a couple of drinks with well practiced silence.
“Neh, I don’t want to bring along a grumpy brother with me to France” the brunette skipped to his brother, these were those times Gackt wished he could just pummel his brother. Mana poked Gackt’s white cheek with a finger polished in bright pink. “You could always visit!”
Mana crossed his arms, pouting with annoyance apparent in his face. The only reply he got from Gackt was the other leaving a wine glass for him on the bar, as the blond just left with his mixed drink.
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“Hey, Bou!” Doiha shouted, waving his hand in the air during lunch hour, “You can sit over here with me!”
People who knew better suddenly moved away. Bou looked rather guiltily as those other students started to stand and moved to a place that was a good distance away from the new student.
“So, how was your day? You know, we had a long test in Physics today, I think I missed item number two which is a shame-” Doiha started, not yet seeing the fact his friend was in no mood for conversation.
Bou poked his food with his chopsticks, pushing back those things that Miku assured him was food. (The blond blanched at the sight of them. From what he could tell, those carrots do not look anywhere edible).
“Hey, Bou” Doiha called, “Are you all right? You seem kind of down”
Bou did his best not to smirk, but it still came out anyway. Today, like the last few days weren’t his lucky day- but then his next few years won’t really be that great either considering his fate. There was the fact that he had to go around the school to look for his desk- which his classmates dumped with the trash. He had to spend class hours having to be oblivious to the spit balls thrown at his direction. Did he forget that some stuck gum in his hair?? He was thankful it was just at the end, he’d die before he cut his long locks.
“I'm fine”
“Don’t worry, Bou” Doiha smiled, placing a caring hand on top of Bou’s “Everything’s going to be all right, just don’t you sweat!”
And Bou couldn’t stop himself from letting the frustrated tears fall.
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“Hey, why aren’t you answering my calls?” Miyavi demanded from a very silent Gackt. As usual, Miyavi skipped lessons just to have a little heart to heart with his one and only best friend. They were at their favorite bar, the one in the heart of the city, where only the rich and famous roam.
“Well, arse, aren’t you going to answer me?” the tall boy- kind of- shouted, “I'm waiting!”
“Miyavi” Gackt slipped a small smile, “You already know the details; do I need to repeat them myself?”
“That doesn’t give you the right to ignore your Ore-sama! Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?”
The blond shook his head, “I want to go”
Miyavi gritted his teeth, he can’t tell Gackt to stay even if he is ore-sama. He knows Gackt would follow Mana, be it the deepest part of hell. But Gackt can’t go!
“Hey, while you wallow in your thoughts” the other stood up, his hands inside his pockets and ready to go, “You’re making grave enemies, be careful”
He patted Miyavi’s shoulder on his way out; Miyavi never said a word. Though when Gackt left, he threw punch at the wooden wall.
He saw the blood, but he forgot to feel the pain.
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It was quiet.
It was empty.
And that was broken by the piercing scream of a girl trying to outrun a hundred or so people. Following this story, you would know that girl is not a girl but a boy dressed as a girl.
“Get her!!” shouted a senior leading the crowd, pointing at Bou who swerved violently to the left just to get away from his pursuers. The blond ran and ran as fast as he can, not stopping to rest, not stopping anywhere. But each turn looked like a dead end filled with his school mates all intent on his demise.
He tried to run off to another side, though it only ended with wall that won’t budge anytime soon.
Bou looked from left to right, backing slowly with his fists up in the air ready to attack. He tried to look strong, but the sheer number of his classmates overwhelmed him. And before he knew it, his back felt the cold hard surface of the wall.
He let out a high pitched scream in his entire life.
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Just right at Holy Garden’s grand entrance…
“Oh my gosh, what was that?” said the man as he slowly stepped out of his car, a chauffer opening the door for him. He was tall- all though it was partly to the platforms he had on- with chocolate brown eyes and lovely wavy brown hair. He had a quite handsome face though the bags by his eyes almost ruined his beautiful features.
His face held that certain quality that not a lot of people can have and it was the ageless sense it held. He almost looked no different from the teens that went to that school. But even with his taste in fashion, he would sometimes be mistaken as a very tall youngster.
“Sure is a shame, this place looks like a good place to go to school to, hyde was right-” then he felt something inside him break, oh right. That was my heart
He sighed, trying to push back any thoughts that concerned the person under that name. There was no use anyway; he was still leaving for New York in a few weeks. He has to get the school’s administration to acknowledge that his brother isn’t going to attend this university anymore.
“Yamada, you can park the car, I might take a while” his chauffer nodded, slowly got in the driver’s seat and drove off to the nearby parking lot. The tall boy sighed; he doesn’t know this school, so it might take some time before he could get to the administration’s office.
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“Let go of me!” Bou kicked and thrashed his offenders as they pulled him to the cafeteria which also doubled as the court room of the school.
Everyone threw things at him, big or small, wet and disgusting; anything that could insult to his injury. Some were shouting a name or two. And everything was an insane blur of images to Bou, as he found himself thrown around like a rag doll.
When they finally reached their destination, they threw Bou in the middle of their circle.
“Well, if it isn’t our lovely little blond bomb shell” Unlike Takanori’s ‘trial’, the evil tyrant was already waiting for his victim. And unlike before, Gackt wasn’t anywhere near the scene. “So, are you ready to die?”
Yoshiki just sat on a seat, sighing and rolling his eyes at the pathetic exercise once again. Sugizo just watched, a hint of guilt in his soul knowing full he might not sleep for the next few days. He didn’t mind Miyavi beating up guys, but hitting on girls- and it wasn’t even the one that had to do with sex- was a big no-no on his book. However, this being “his school”, Sugizo can’t stop the carnage.
Miyavi walked slowly from his spot to where Bou was, on the floor with what seemed to be like flour over his head. His hair was in total disarray, one of his pink clips lost from the trouble. He was on the floor, trying his best to regain enough strength.
“Do you feel lucky?” he first saw Miyavi’s expensive looking sneakers near his form, and as he slowly raised his head he was face to face with the monster that was the ore-sama.
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After running to another empty classroom, the brown haired boy from before was near to giving up.
“Did the whole school go on a field trip or something?” he asked to the empty hall in exasperation, the whole school seemed so bare. Where are the students? The teachers? Heck, he can’t even find the janitor.
“Was this school that bad that everyone just went up and left?” the brunette said exasperatedly. He frowned and walked further, hearing only the sounds of his footsteps echoing through the empty hall when all of a sudden…
“Eh, what was that…?” he started to hear sounds.
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“Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!” the whole school chanted, everyone waiting how their precious ore-sama is going to serve the blows on this one. The bets were on already, and a great deal of the school populace has been putting their money on the kill.
For a moment, Miyavi was intrigued.
For a girl who looked weak and frail; she had a glare on her face that sent chills down his spine. There was that look on her face that told him she could rip him apart with her bare hands.
Most of the guys he beat up in the past were all chicken shit scared, some peeing in their pants as judgment passed on to them. This was the first time in a very long while that anyone’s ever looked at him that way that heated expression that told him she was going to carve his balls with a wooden spoon.
And with that glare combined with this strange feeling in his chest, he almost wanted to just drop this whole ordeal.
He shook his moment of irrationality. For fuck sake, he was being bat shit scared over a girl with a ‘scary death glare’. What on earth got over him? He has to show this people that he was ore-sama! And as such, he is not going to mellow all because his current victim was a girl!
In a moment, he pulled at the girl’s collar, ignoring the flinch that came along on her face.
No way was he going to be all sweet for a girl.
She gasped, her hands reaching for his hand to let her go.
“Any last prayers, my pretty little bomb shell?” he smirked, his other arm raised in a punch that was very much well aimed at his pretty little face. He almost felt guilty, but he brushed them aside, his reputation was at stake.
And the whole world watched intently, all ready to witness Miyavi beat up a girl for the first time.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeexcuuuuusee meeeeee!” and all the shouts and screams for a fight went down the drain. Despite the intense fascination everyone had for Bou and Miyavi, all heads turned to the source of the voice. A guy standing at the entrance of the cafeteria, waving a hand with a big smile on his face.
Miyavi stood there stunned; this was another first in his four years of stay here.
“Who the fuck are you?!” the ore-sama demanded, letting go of Bou and turned to this stranger. “And what the hell do you want??”
“Oh, well, my name is tetsu and you see… I was looking for the administration’s office…”
“You do realize I was busy with a very-” and when he turned around, he found his bomb shell was not there. And with that, Miyavi’s shock and anger went clashing as he and the whole school realized that their little toy have been smuggled out.
Along with Yoshiki and Sugizo, the whole school’s jaws went dropping and everyone was panicking.
“Oh you little motherfucker, you were-” and when Miyavi turned around he saw that the tetsu person from before has disappeared without even anyone noticing. “Oh no fucking way….!”
Sugizo couldn’t help but slap his knee and laugh, “This is turning out to be one hell of a day!”
Miyavi threw him another of his death glares, which only managed to make Sugizo laugh even harder, “There goes the ore-sama!”
Yoshiki slapped him on the head, “Shut up, idiot!” though the laughter was starting to pop out of his mouth.
“Aaaaaaaaaargh!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
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“That was close!” Doiha said, tired from all the running and having to drag Bou out of that horrid place. He brought them to the rooftop; the place no one seems to know existed in the school. The raven haired hit a wall and slumped, he was extremely beat. Bou, who was leaning on the wall with his side, was still catching his breath.
“God, Doiha…” the blond started, he said in between harsh takes of breath “You’re my lifesaver…!”
“Don’t… sweat… it” his dead beat friend smiled up at him, slowly taking a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping his brows. “I'm just glad you’re okay, Bou-chan”
“I owe you my life!” the little blond smiled, “I really, really love you so much right now”
“Ah, it was nothing” Doiha beamed a bit, “Let’s just try to get you as safe as we can for the next few months…”
“That’s impossible! Miyavi’s going to hunt me down like a dog!” Bou slumped beside his only friend, “And he might make school hell for you too!”
“I told you, Bou, don’t worry about me” the raven haired student replied, shaking his head, “Miyavi can’t hurt me”
“Eh…? What do you mean…?”
“Let’s just concentrate on you, okay?”
“Man, I seriously love you, I really do!” Bou wrapped his arms over Doiha’s shoulders, feeling all happy for having Doiha as his pal.
The raven haired boy tensed for a while, but relaxed in his friend’s arms. He thought he saw something by the door, but he just let that small flash as a product of his imagination.
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Yamada looked back, surprised at hearing the passenger door at the back opening and slamming shut.
“Yamada, I want to go home” tetsu said with a silent but commanding voice.
“Ogawa-san?” the driver started.
“Yamada, I don’t want to talk about it” tetsu looked out at the school; he’s suddenly filled with disgust for this place. The way that Miyavi boy walks around like he was some sort of God and the whole fact that he had to see him.
First with Gackt, now with a… a…, he doesn’t even know her name.
Tetsu bowed his head down as his car slowly pulled out of the horrid institution. They were out of and already on the highway when a small little piece of ear slid out of his eye.
It started with a small squeak, and was followed by sad sounds of a silent cry.
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“Miyavi-san! Please!”
“Shut up!” the brat shouted, pushing his servants head down the waters of the pool, “And how many times do I have to tell you! It’s Ore-sama! Ore-sama!”
“I'm sorry, Ore-sama! Please!” he begged.
Fortunately, Miyavi’s phone rang at that moment, saving his servant from any further torture. When the rich boy pulled out his head, he stood and kicked the other in that place where it hurts most. The poor man screeched in pain and curled up in a small ball, Miyavi threw in a quick bad word or two before he turned and walked to his house.
He flipped open his phone, “Yeah? Yeah? What the hell do you mean you have no information on that freak? Fine then, you waste of fucking space. Then at least look up where that little whore lives-”
“I don’t fucking care, I want that little piece of shit! If you don’t bring that bitch here, I swear to fucking god you’d wish you were never born!” Miyavi screamed.
He slammed his phone shut and threw it against the wall. The small little thing shattered and fell down to the floor all broken.
He was not very happy about this.
A/N: Yes, I'm such an arse. I'm really sorry for not writing this like… six months ago?? Yeah, I'm going to rot in hell for this.
Props tomiss_bou_chan for finally waking me out of my writing coma.
Well, I'm finally x-posting this because all of the other pairing are starting to take life. So might as well get this to my other fandoms. Harhar.
Author:
earnestinberlinTheme: 004. Angel
Rating: PG
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Well, I own the computer that I use to type my bull crap day in, day out.
Comments: My sad attempts at being fluffy, forgive me okay? I'm just not that good when it comes to fluff and stories like this. Holy crack, look at the plot holes. Dude, I'm going to have fill those up. @______-
EXTRA Note: OMG. When was this last updated??????? DDD:
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
“So…” Miku started in a singsong voice, rounding his ever favorite blond boy.
“What does that mean?” Bou raised a brow, trying to keep his innocence intact.
“You know what I mean!” his friend interrogated, almost bouncing around the just arrived school boy- or girl “What happened? Did something happen today? You have to tell me!”
“Nothing happened today, Miku” the other replied, very much annoyed, “Absolutely nothing-”
“Bou, as a child born in an era where the movie industry bombards us with corny, cheap teen flicks…” Miku said, “I think I don’t need to guess that ‘Nothing’ is absolutely a ‘something’!”
“Miku, I had a rough day, okay? Can you lay off?”
“No. Not until you tell me, Bou!” Miku pouted, “I'm your best friend! We promise to tell each other all the secrets and problems we have to each other!”
“No! I can’t!” Bou screamed, punching Miku on the face.
“Hey, I'm sorry… Bou-chan” Miku said, who fell back after Bou’s punch, he rubbed the sore spot on his face. “I was just trying to support you…”
Feeling a bit guilty, Bou went down and helped his fallen friend, “Neh, I'm sorry, Miku… it’s just that you were getting quite annoying…”
“No, that’s all right… I'm can be quite annoying sometimes… neh…?” his light haired friend replied, rubbing the back of his head and making a peace sign with his other hand, “Okay, I won’t bother you about it… You had a horrible day, so I guess I should understand…”
“Oh on the contrary… it wasn’t that bad… well…” the blond sat cross legged beside his pal and thought of what he was going to say, “I met this really nice guy”
“Hey! What about Teruki!”
“I told you to shut your trap about Teruki!”
“But you can’t go cheating behind his back! Oh my god!!” Miku panicked, “What will he say??”
“Miku, I AM NOT CHEATING ON TERUKI!” Bou screamed.
“Dang it, is it hard to shut up!” someone shouted back at them, pounding the thin wall.
“Gomen nasai, Fuji-san!” Miku shouted back.
“You better be!” was the reply that got Bou and Miku gulping whatever words they were going to say.
So the rest of their conversation was now rendered into whispers.
“Okay, give me information. And by that, I want them now, solid facts and no skipping of details, regardless of it being useless” Miku said in a harsh but fast whisper, “Name, height, weight, brand of clothing, shoe size, how big his dick-”
“Eeew, Miku!” the blond student whispered back in disgust, shoving his friend away. “I said I met a guy! Not some gay prostitute!”
“Oh, I don’t know, Teruki is totally not going to like what you’re doing!” his light haired had his arms crossed over his shoulder, his head bowed down and shaking in shame, “And of all people, you, Bou-chan!”
“God, Miku, you can be such a prat!” the blond rolled his eyes. “I'm not talking to you anymore!”
“Hey! Hey!” Miku jokingly pulled at Bou’s skirt, the other was half way to standing up, “I'm sorry, okay? I'm just joking around! And besides, I'm just trying to make you laugh”
“Well, Ha! Ha!” the blond replied, rather sardonically, “I'm rolling on the floor, laughing my ass off. Very funny, Miku”
“Hey, don’t go bitchy on me, all of a sudden” his friend pouted, and brought himself up to give his friend a hug. “You know I love you”
The cross dresser just gave a small sigh and returned the hug, “I'm sorry too, Miku, it’s just that it’s quite hard now… Not only do I have to worry about my grades, but I have to worry getting raped-”
“Woah!” Miku declared, as he heard the last word, he brought Bou at least an arm’s length away from him and locked his light eyes with the other’s, “What did you just say?”
“Nothing!” the blond said, realizing what he just slipped, “It’s nothing really, Miku!”
“You just said ‘raped’! That’s not ‘nothing’, Bou!”
“Miku, nothing happened, okay! Forget what I said!”
“Was it that guy you mentioned! Oh fuck, how can you be so cool about this?!” the brunette shook the cross dresser, “Bou, that is not okay! That Miyavi is despicable! Now he’s making the boys at your school play with you!”
“NO! No! You got it all wrong, Miku! The boy saved me!” Bou explained, trying to get his friend to calm down instead of it being the other way around.
“So who raped you? You have to tell me…. Oh my fucking god, you’re not saying Mi-!”
“No! I wasn’t raped today, if I was I’d be limping my way here with sticks in my hair from being dumped away in some backyard bush, blood running down my legs and my ass would hurt like hell!”
“Oh come on, Bou!” Miku defied, “It’s not like people go around saying ‘rape’ just like that! Something happened to you today! And I bet that stuck up jerk has A LOT to do with this!”
“Miku…”
“No, Bou, I'm not letting you go that easily! You don’t know how worried I was about you today! I care about you and I love you like my brother…. Sister! And it hurts a lot if I find out that some asshole prick tried to ram himself in you without your consent!” his best friend declared. “You can’t keep me in the dark! It’s your fault for telling me you got a Red Card! So what do you expect me to think! That all is fine and dandy!”
“He almost found me out today” Bou murmured beneath his breath, his head bowed low “He kind of… beaten me up… then pushed me on a table… I got so fucking scared he’d find out I was…”
“Oh Bou-chan” Miku brought held his friend in his arms, “I can’t believe it, god… this is just…”
There was a quite a pause, Miku embraced Bou deeper, cradling his friend who just cried on his shoulder.
“Bou” Miku started, “I think it’s you should go to another school”
“I can’t” Bou whispered, through his sobs.
“What?!” Miku held him, shoulder length, “Are you fucking serious?? Bou, hello! Do you want to be harassed; day in and out? I know it was my whole idea to fight, fight, fight! But look at you! You can’t go on like this forever!”
The blond listened to his friend, and then somewhere in between his thoughts, he saw Doiha. The only guy who talked to him the whole day and even saved him from Miyavi. Doiha who knew now what a Red Card is and the trouble it carries stayed with him even then. Even if he just knew Doiha today, he was happy he had someone who treated him like a real person and not some piece of trash.
“Because Doiha’s there” he silently said, “Because if I drop out, Doiha’s efforts will be put to waste. And he made me realize that I just can’t give Miyavi the satisfaction of just… of just… quitting like everyone else did”
“Bou, have you gone mad?! Did that Miyavi make you drink drugs too?” Miku started touching Bou’s forehead, checking if the other has a fever, “You don’t have a fever-”
“Miku, I'm serious!” the blond pushed Miku’s hands, “Doiha ate lunch with me, Miku! He ate lunch with me! Even when I told him I had a Red Card!”
The light haired boy stared at his friend, his eyes wide like plates.
“I'm going to fight Miyavi, if not for myself then I'm fighting for Doiha”
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Mana, like all other illegitimate children, was a mistake.
Only a handful knows Mana exists, and from those handful only a small number know Mana is not a girl. And to that small number, only very few know the true nature of Mana’s relationship with Gackt.
Gackt’s father has always been the philanderer; despite having tied the knot with a first wife- five months pregnant with what would soon be their first son. It didn’t take a while before his father had another woman pregnant and that other child would be the second “daughter”, Mana.
Mana was thrust into their life, though he was welcomed in the household, Mana wasn’t treated very warmly. The father accepted responsibility, but didn’t care much for the boy. His wife, Gackt’s mother, care less what happens to Mana just as long as he stay out of her way. And Gackt, who was six when Mana invaded his home, was the only one who seemed to have noticed there was something new in their household.
“Neh, Gackt-kun” Mana looked at Gackt. “What’s wrong?”
Gackt sighed, as Mana looked up at him from where he sat. He just gave the other a forced smile, and reassured him that nothing was wrong.
“I know you don’t want to go” his half-brother said, “You don’t have to, you’re tied to school and everything here in Japan”
Mana watched his brother who took heated steps across the room to get to the mini bar. Due to his calm nature, Gackt tried so much to hide the frustration only Mana knew existed. The femme just looked back, with an impish grin on his face, something he rarely pulls off in public.
“Gackt… don’t lie to me” he crooned, he was smiling widely now, facing his brother who was gathering a couple of wine glasses and a few alcohol “I know you more than anyone else, and besides you have friends here who you to care of”
The blond didn’t respond; he just mixed a couple of drinks with well practiced silence.
“Neh, I don’t want to bring along a grumpy brother with me to France” the brunette skipped to his brother, these were those times Gackt wished he could just pummel his brother. Mana poked Gackt’s white cheek with a finger polished in bright pink. “You could always visit!”
Mana crossed his arms, pouting with annoyance apparent in his face. The only reply he got from Gackt was the other leaving a wine glass for him on the bar, as the blond just left with his mixed drink.
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“Hey, Bou!” Doiha shouted, waving his hand in the air during lunch hour, “You can sit over here with me!”
People who knew better suddenly moved away. Bou looked rather guiltily as those other students started to stand and moved to a place that was a good distance away from the new student.
“So, how was your day? You know, we had a long test in Physics today, I think I missed item number two which is a shame-” Doiha started, not yet seeing the fact his friend was in no mood for conversation.
Bou poked his food with his chopsticks, pushing back those things that Miku assured him was food. (The blond blanched at the sight of them. From what he could tell, those carrots do not look anywhere edible).
“Hey, Bou” Doiha called, “Are you all right? You seem kind of down”
Bou did his best not to smirk, but it still came out anyway. Today, like the last few days weren’t his lucky day- but then his next few years won’t really be that great either considering his fate. There was the fact that he had to go around the school to look for his desk- which his classmates dumped with the trash. He had to spend class hours having to be oblivious to the spit balls thrown at his direction. Did he forget that some stuck gum in his hair?? He was thankful it was just at the end, he’d die before he cut his long locks.
“I'm fine”
“Don’t worry, Bou” Doiha smiled, placing a caring hand on top of Bou’s “Everything’s going to be all right, just don’t you sweat!”
And Bou couldn’t stop himself from letting the frustrated tears fall.
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“Hey, why aren’t you answering my calls?” Miyavi demanded from a very silent Gackt. As usual, Miyavi skipped lessons just to have a little heart to heart with his one and only best friend. They were at their favorite bar, the one in the heart of the city, where only the rich and famous roam.
“Well, arse, aren’t you going to answer me?” the tall boy- kind of- shouted, “I'm waiting!”
“Miyavi” Gackt slipped a small smile, “You already know the details; do I need to repeat them myself?”
“That doesn’t give you the right to ignore your Ore-sama! Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?”
The blond shook his head, “I want to go”
Miyavi gritted his teeth, he can’t tell Gackt to stay even if he is ore-sama. He knows Gackt would follow Mana, be it the deepest part of hell. But Gackt can’t go!
“Hey, while you wallow in your thoughts” the other stood up, his hands inside his pockets and ready to go, “You’re making grave enemies, be careful”
He patted Miyavi’s shoulder on his way out; Miyavi never said a word. Though when Gackt left, he threw punch at the wooden wall.
He saw the blood, but he forgot to feel the pain.
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It was quiet.
It was empty.
And that was broken by the piercing scream of a girl trying to outrun a hundred or so people. Following this story, you would know that girl is not a girl but a boy dressed as a girl.
“Get her!!” shouted a senior leading the crowd, pointing at Bou who swerved violently to the left just to get away from his pursuers. The blond ran and ran as fast as he can, not stopping to rest, not stopping anywhere. But each turn looked like a dead end filled with his school mates all intent on his demise.
He tried to run off to another side, though it only ended with wall that won’t budge anytime soon.
Bou looked from left to right, backing slowly with his fists up in the air ready to attack. He tried to look strong, but the sheer number of his classmates overwhelmed him. And before he knew it, his back felt the cold hard surface of the wall.
He let out a high pitched scream in his entire life.
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Just right at Holy Garden’s grand entrance…
“Oh my gosh, what was that?” said the man as he slowly stepped out of his car, a chauffer opening the door for him. He was tall- all though it was partly to the platforms he had on- with chocolate brown eyes and lovely wavy brown hair. He had a quite handsome face though the bags by his eyes almost ruined his beautiful features.
His face held that certain quality that not a lot of people can have and it was the ageless sense it held. He almost looked no different from the teens that went to that school. But even with his taste in fashion, he would sometimes be mistaken as a very tall youngster.
“Sure is a shame, this place looks like a good place to go to school to, hyde was right-” then he felt something inside him break, oh right. That was my heart
He sighed, trying to push back any thoughts that concerned the person under that name. There was no use anyway; he was still leaving for New York in a few weeks. He has to get the school’s administration to acknowledge that his brother isn’t going to attend this university anymore.
“Yamada, you can park the car, I might take a while” his chauffer nodded, slowly got in the driver’s seat and drove off to the nearby parking lot. The tall boy sighed; he doesn’t know this school, so it might take some time before he could get to the administration’s office.
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“Let go of me!” Bou kicked and thrashed his offenders as they pulled him to the cafeteria which also doubled as the court room of the school.
Everyone threw things at him, big or small, wet and disgusting; anything that could insult to his injury. Some were shouting a name or two. And everything was an insane blur of images to Bou, as he found himself thrown around like a rag doll.
When they finally reached their destination, they threw Bou in the middle of their circle.
“Well, if it isn’t our lovely little blond bomb shell” Unlike Takanori’s ‘trial’, the evil tyrant was already waiting for his victim. And unlike before, Gackt wasn’t anywhere near the scene. “So, are you ready to die?”
Yoshiki just sat on a seat, sighing and rolling his eyes at the pathetic exercise once again. Sugizo just watched, a hint of guilt in his soul knowing full he might not sleep for the next few days. He didn’t mind Miyavi beating up guys, but hitting on girls- and it wasn’t even the one that had to do with sex- was a big no-no on his book. However, this being “his school”, Sugizo can’t stop the carnage.
Miyavi walked slowly from his spot to where Bou was, on the floor with what seemed to be like flour over his head. His hair was in total disarray, one of his pink clips lost from the trouble. He was on the floor, trying his best to regain enough strength.
“Do you feel lucky?” he first saw Miyavi’s expensive looking sneakers near his form, and as he slowly raised his head he was face to face with the monster that was the ore-sama.
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After running to another empty classroom, the brown haired boy from before was near to giving up.
“Did the whole school go on a field trip or something?” he asked to the empty hall in exasperation, the whole school seemed so bare. Where are the students? The teachers? Heck, he can’t even find the janitor.
“Was this school that bad that everyone just went up and left?” the brunette said exasperatedly. He frowned and walked further, hearing only the sounds of his footsteps echoing through the empty hall when all of a sudden…
“Eh, what was that…?” he started to hear sounds.
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“Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!” the whole school chanted, everyone waiting how their precious ore-sama is going to serve the blows on this one. The bets were on already, and a great deal of the school populace has been putting their money on the kill.
For a moment, Miyavi was intrigued.
For a girl who looked weak and frail; she had a glare on her face that sent chills down his spine. There was that look on her face that told him she could rip him apart with her bare hands.
Most of the guys he beat up in the past were all chicken shit scared, some peeing in their pants as judgment passed on to them. This was the first time in a very long while that anyone’s ever looked at him that way that heated expression that told him she was going to carve his balls with a wooden spoon.
And with that glare combined with this strange feeling in his chest, he almost wanted to just drop this whole ordeal.
He shook his moment of irrationality. For fuck sake, he was being bat shit scared over a girl with a ‘scary death glare’. What on earth got over him? He has to show this people that he was ore-sama! And as such, he is not going to mellow all because his current victim was a girl!
In a moment, he pulled at the girl’s collar, ignoring the flinch that came along on her face.
No way was he going to be all sweet for a girl.
She gasped, her hands reaching for his hand to let her go.
“Any last prayers, my pretty little bomb shell?” he smirked, his other arm raised in a punch that was very much well aimed at his pretty little face. He almost felt guilty, but he brushed them aside, his reputation was at stake.
And the whole world watched intently, all ready to witness Miyavi beat up a girl for the first time.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeexcuuuuusee meeeeee!” and all the shouts and screams for a fight went down the drain. Despite the intense fascination everyone had for Bou and Miyavi, all heads turned to the source of the voice. A guy standing at the entrance of the cafeteria, waving a hand with a big smile on his face.
Miyavi stood there stunned; this was another first in his four years of stay here.
“Who the fuck are you?!” the ore-sama demanded, letting go of Bou and turned to this stranger. “And what the hell do you want??”
“Oh, well, my name is tetsu and you see… I was looking for the administration’s office…”
“You do realize I was busy with a very-” and when he turned around, he found his bomb shell was not there. And with that, Miyavi’s shock and anger went clashing as he and the whole school realized that their little toy have been smuggled out.
Along with Yoshiki and Sugizo, the whole school’s jaws went dropping and everyone was panicking.
“Oh you little motherfucker, you were-” and when Miyavi turned around he saw that the tetsu person from before has disappeared without even anyone noticing. “Oh no fucking way….!”
Sugizo couldn’t help but slap his knee and laugh, “This is turning out to be one hell of a day!”
Miyavi threw him another of his death glares, which only managed to make Sugizo laugh even harder, “There goes the ore-sama!”
Yoshiki slapped him on the head, “Shut up, idiot!” though the laughter was starting to pop out of his mouth.
“Aaaaaaaaaargh!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
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“That was close!” Doiha said, tired from all the running and having to drag Bou out of that horrid place. He brought them to the rooftop; the place no one seems to know existed in the school. The raven haired hit a wall and slumped, he was extremely beat. Bou, who was leaning on the wall with his side, was still catching his breath.
“God, Doiha…” the blond started, he said in between harsh takes of breath “You’re my lifesaver…!”
“Don’t… sweat… it” his dead beat friend smiled up at him, slowly taking a handkerchief from his pocket and wiping his brows. “I'm just glad you’re okay, Bou-chan”
“I owe you my life!” the little blond smiled, “I really, really love you so much right now”
“Ah, it was nothing” Doiha beamed a bit, “Let’s just try to get you as safe as we can for the next few months…”
“That’s impossible! Miyavi’s going to hunt me down like a dog!” Bou slumped beside his only friend, “And he might make school hell for you too!”
“I told you, Bou, don’t worry about me” the raven haired student replied, shaking his head, “Miyavi can’t hurt me”
“Eh…? What do you mean…?”
“Let’s just concentrate on you, okay?”
“Man, I seriously love you, I really do!” Bou wrapped his arms over Doiha’s shoulders, feeling all happy for having Doiha as his pal.
The raven haired boy tensed for a while, but relaxed in his friend’s arms. He thought he saw something by the door, but he just let that small flash as a product of his imagination.
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Yamada looked back, surprised at hearing the passenger door at the back opening and slamming shut.
“Yamada, I want to go home” tetsu said with a silent but commanding voice.
“Ogawa-san?” the driver started.
“Yamada, I don’t want to talk about it” tetsu looked out at the school; he’s suddenly filled with disgust for this place. The way that Miyavi boy walks around like he was some sort of God and the whole fact that he had to see him.
First with Gackt, now with a… a…, he doesn’t even know her name.
Tetsu bowed his head down as his car slowly pulled out of the horrid institution. They were out of and already on the highway when a small little piece of ear slid out of his eye.
It started with a small squeak, and was followed by sad sounds of a silent cry.
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“Miyavi-san! Please!”
“Shut up!” the brat shouted, pushing his servants head down the waters of the pool, “And how many times do I have to tell you! It’s Ore-sama! Ore-sama!”
“I'm sorry, Ore-sama! Please!” he begged.
Fortunately, Miyavi’s phone rang at that moment, saving his servant from any further torture. When the rich boy pulled out his head, he stood and kicked the other in that place where it hurts most. The poor man screeched in pain and curled up in a small ball, Miyavi threw in a quick bad word or two before he turned and walked to his house.
He flipped open his phone, “Yeah? Yeah? What the hell do you mean you have no information on that freak? Fine then, you waste of fucking space. Then at least look up where that little whore lives-”
“I don’t fucking care, I want that little piece of shit! If you don’t bring that bitch here, I swear to fucking god you’d wish you were never born!” Miyavi screamed.
He slammed his phone shut and threw it against the wall. The small little thing shattered and fell down to the floor all broken.
He was not very happy about this.
A/N: Yes, I'm such an arse. I'm really sorry for not writing this like… six months ago?? Yeah, I'm going to rot in hell for this.
Props to
miss_bou_chan for finally waking me out of my writing coma.Well, I'm finally x-posting this because all of the other pairing are starting to take life. So might as well get this to my other fandoms. Harhar.
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