Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
Author:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
earnestinberlin
Theme: 005. Anger
Rating: PG
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Oh wait…what no? Damn, and I blew my allowance on rights for those rockers. You sure they’re not my property? Fine. Fine. Fine. Damn the law.
Comments:: This one had to take a while too. Sorry for the wait! It’s my first time trying to actually finish a chaptered story. I hope you guys be patient with me~<333
Summary: Bou is your not so average cross dressing student who has been going to Holy Garden University for the last two (and a half!) years. All he wants (and needs) is a quiet life and to finally graduate from the horrid school he’s been forced to attend.
Not going to happen to this cross dresser.
Previously:
Chapitre Un
Chapitre Deux
Chapitre Trois
Chapitre Quatre
Chapitre Cinq
Merry Café was a small place; just enough for a handful of people who wants to drink an Espresso or two and talk about the little things in life. Soft instrumentals were always playing in the stereo of the café, and the place had that ambience of being a very quiet place.
Lots of people always come down here, usually those who just want to escape the loud noise of life and taste the cream in their coffee.
It was also here where Bou and Miku work to pay for the rent and other things.
They were both dressed up in their work uniform- a red vest with a small black tie and long white sleeved shirts. Bou being the cross dresser that he is wore the black skirt intended for girls while Miku just stuck to the black slacks.
“… And there was this guy! He just came out of nowhere!” Bou said, with all the efforts of a story teller. As they were both engrossed with the blond’s tale, the broom in Bou’s hand was now used as a prop for his narrative. And Miku has yet to arrange the cakes the manager baked for the display.
“He totally stopped the whole thing and Doiha snatched me from behind and dragged my ass out of that place… I owe my life to Doiha and that guy… I mean, without them both I'm not sure if I even be existing right now”
“Yeah, thank God you’re okay” Miku replied, very much relieved his friend has actually survived the whole monkey court business. “I was so worried about you! And I thought the next time I’ll see you, it’ll be your carcass in Tokyo Bridge on the late night News!”
“You were that worried?” the blond wasn’t sure whether to feel surprised, but he felt really touched though, “You don’t have to Miku! With Doiha around, it’ll be a really long time before I get on the news”
“Of course I'm worried, I'm your best friend, Baka” Miku rolled his eyes and hit Bou lightly on the forehead. He took the cakes on the nearby table and went over to the counter, “You know, this Doiha guy really is neat… You should try getting his number or something”
“Eh?!” Bou slapped the brunette on the back with a hard hand, his blush running across his face, “And you were the one bawling about how Teruki and I should get together!”
“Well, when there’s a new product up for grabs” Miku snickered, while carefully arranging the cakes on display, “Especially if it’s hot and gorgeous, it be wise to take it before someone gets there first, neh?”
The blond had a look on his face that was a mix of surprise and disgust. He already had an insult ready to throw at his best friend when the door opened and bells jingled. In an instant all conversations were dropped, Bou and Miku converted to their work mode and held up big flashy smiles.
“Welcome to Merry Café!” the two chirped.
Their guest was one of the prettiest women Bou has ever seen in his entire life. A brunette with luscious curls that fell on her shoulders; she was thin and tall. (Though it could be because of her shoes) She had a face that showed her gentle character, and with the little touches of make up it almost made her smile so ethereal. The blue shadows by her eyes, gentle powder on her cheeks and light pink lipstick.
The beautiful woman started walking.
Bou’s jaw and along with the broom in his hand dropped to the floor but unlike his jaw, the broom made noise as it hit the ground. And with that, the blond’s fixation was destroyed.
He bent down to pick up the fallen broom and as he did, the plat form heels stopped by him. The blond saw the tips first and before he knew it, the woman went low and leveled herself to Bou.
“Are you okay?” and there was real concern on those light blue eyes. She didn’t really say the words, but instead noiselessly mouthed them.
Bou couldn’t find the words to say, his lips just opened and closed.
The beautiful lady smiled and never said a word as the door to the shop opened again with a jingle.
“Mana” a voice called out, and once again Bou was broken from his reverie. They were all broken from their current fascination with the woman now named Mana as a figure stepped in the cafe after another jingle of bells from the door. “I looked everywhere for you”
Mana just stood up and pouted, his hands crossing over his chest.
If Bou wasn’t transfixed with Mana, he could’ve realized sooner that the voice belonged to-
“Gackt-san!” Bou blurted, standing up all of a sudden and clutching his broom too tightly. Gackt in Merry Café was like… he couldn’t find any good comparison at all. The probability of Gackt to be there and all was like saying the Apocalypse was close at hand. He’s never seen Gackt outside of school and to see him here was just making all the hair on his body stand.
Oh my god, what if Miyavi’s here too!, the blond thought anxiously, his grip on the broom’s wooden handle so tight he could’ve reduced it to bits. He felt all the sweat starting to run out of his body as the fear of the Red Card started to come back again.
Gackt didn’t even look at Bou as he just motioned for Mana to go to him by the door. Bou felt a hint of surprise, it was the first time he saw expression on the senior’s face- he’s usually just expressionless at school. Now, he still has that cool calm exterior, yet the façade looks a tad bit cracked.
“Please” Gackt said, as the pretty Mana walked over to him his hands behind his back twisting and pulling at his fingers. “I just want to go home”
The other just pouted more when reaching Gackt; the other opened the door for Mana- being the gentleman that he was. “Don’t be such a hassle, Mana” Gackt added tiredly, he looked at the people Mana might’ve disturbed and then saw Bou.
“Oh, you’re that little Red Card girl”
“H-h-hai…!” Bou said, not sure what else to say. He felt his whole body turn white from head to toe. At the mention of Red Card, Mana turned around and looked over Gackt’s shoulder. Miku gasped, but it went unheard, he looked back and forth between the two blonds.
They stared at each other for a while, Gackt’s gaze hard and studying, hoping to catch all the details of Miyavi’s latest muse.
“France sure is a long way” Gackt smirked, much to the surprise of everyone. He shook his head, as if almost accepting an unheard defeat. Miku and Bou just watched all confused as Gackt left, pulling an equally perplexed Mana with him to the expensive looking sport’s car parked right outside the café.
“What does that mean?” Miku asked from where he stood. He and Bou looked at each other, not sure what everything meant.
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Sigh and his femme brother rolled his eyes in annoyance as Gackt made a turn to the right. He finally met this ‘Bou’ person, and from what he saw, he was a really cute little kid.
“Gackt, was that really the Bou person you talked about?” Mana tried to start the conversation, to which Gackt replied with a silence. The cross dresser pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. Its times like these that he wished Gackt could at least say something. But instead of giving up, he tried to hit the ice some more, “Bou really is a cute person, don’t you think?”
They stopped almost abruptly, at first Mana thought he hit a wrong nerve only to see a red light blinking and pedestrians crossing the streets. Mana looked at his brother, not even seeing any sort of emotion in his eyes. It wasn’t like this, the blonde used to talk back. Even indulged his half-brother in snide remarks about certain people to which they both laughed unendingly.
Yes, Gackt laughed with him.
However, now, the boy stopped any form of an actual conversation with him.
I want my Gackt-oni back, he silently laughed to himself. But was Gackt-oni really there in the first place? The car started moving, the light turning green above them. A few turns, slips and they were already in near their posh house, the view of their huge mansion on their line of sight.
Mana giggled a delicate hand over his lips, as the gate of their home was opened. When they finally got out, Gackt opening Mana’s door the cross dresser smiled at him and took the offered hand. He went out like a lady would and stood right next to Gackt, the laughter in his chest starting to bubble out of his mouth.
This made Gackt’s brow rise in question, as he looked at Mana funny.
“Gackt…” the feminine man started, “You do realize that Bou is not a girl?”
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“Here is the church and here is the steeple…” Bou crooned softly, while putting together a few ingredients to make some cookies. Then he added with a small giggle, “We sure are cute for two ugly people”
“Hey… what’s with the giddy love songs?” Miku interrupted Bou’s singing, leaning by the counter the femme was working. He looked at the cracked eggs and the small open flour sack. Judging from the lame pick of songs and the spring in every movement that the blond makes, Miku felt he had every right to ask his friend, “… You’re seriously crushing on this Doiha guy are you?”
“What?! No way!!” the cross dresser said, as he suddenly stopped mixing, “I'm just trying to make Doiha a thank you gift!”
“Yeah, tell that to the Tooth Fairy” the brunette rolled his eyes, and it took Miku five seconds to realize how lame of joke he just cracked. “Anyways, it’s so obvious, Bou!”
“Obvious? Pray tell me what’s obvious, Miku?” the other glared at him, raising the wooden spoon in the air, “That I might shove this wooden spoon here right up your whiny ass if you don’t stop being my matchmaker?”
The brunette found himself unable to utter another sound, that wooden spoon sure doesn’t look nice- or comfortable- up his butt. “Uh… did I say anything? Oh I was just passing by… You know, there’s this soap on TV that I am dying to watch, well… see you know, ha! Ha! Obladi-oblada!” and with that, Miku ran out of the room.
That Miku, the blond shook his head, as he began mixing again. But Doiha sure is cute…
Bou just giggled to himself, hoping Miku was nowhere near that particular moment.
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Miyavi’s cell phone sprung to life. Due to its vibrating features, it went moving from its original place and headed slowly- dangerously- to the edge of the bedside table. However, before it had the chance to fall, a hand shot out from the big pile of blankets and pillows on the bed and grabbed the white phone from any damages. He pulled himself out of the heavy blanket to reveal that he had been sleeping without a shirt, thus exposing the tattoos that run across his body.
“Holy fuck…” the ore-sama groaned, his eyes still drooping from the sever lack of sleep.
On a normal day, Miyavi would’ve chucked the phone and let it hit the wall but today maybe just wasn’t those normal days.
He first checked the time on the Mickey Mouse clock hanging by the back of his door and saw that he has slept most of the morning away. He searched for the date in his fuzzy brain and within a few seconds realized it was a Saturday- though it doesn’t matter. It’s not like he attends school anyway.
Miyavi looked at the text message he received and frowned:
“From Gackt:
I just want you to know that the time difference between France and Japan is nine hours”
“What the fuck…?” he mumbled, trying to figure out why his friend is trying to tell him something he already knows. He slumped back on bed, his face buried on his white pillow before he felt his phone vibrating and singing with a call.
“Un” he said, as he got the phone close to his ear. From tired and exasperated, the expression on his face brightened all of a sudden. His foul spouting mouth stretching into a wide grin of evil intentions, “Is that so…? Well, it’s good to know people like you have some worth after all”
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Doiha was looking at his watch and frowned at the time. His other school mates all ignored him, though one did try to convince him the bell was about to ring in a few minutes.
He just waved it off, “I'm waiting for somebody”
The girl’s face didn’t look all too happy, knowing full well who that someone is. “Fine, catch you later then” she didn’t even hide the obvious distaste on her face as she joined her friends. “What a loser, wait till Miyavi gets him…”
Doiha just rolled his eyes and waited for Bou to come. What exactly was taking Bou so long? That girl’s never late for lunch. He sighed and was about to leave when he heard Bou’s shouts, “Doiha!”
The raven haired boy brightened as he saw his friend, running up to him carrying a small plastic bag with tied by a pink ribbon. “I'm so sorry, Doiha! It’s all the stupid Miku’s fault; he just had to be late coming here…!”
“Miku?”
“Miku’s my friend” the blond started, “He’s my best friend for forever and he’s my room mate. I kinda forgot to bring something to school, so I had to call him with my phone and ask him to come over here”
“Miku, huh?” Doiha shook his head at Bou’s small story, “Seems like a good guy, and what did you forget anyway? I doubt it’s your bento, I’d bet you forget your wallet and phone but not your lunch!”
The blond laughed, as they started walking to the cafeteria, people giving the cold shoulder and ignoring their existence as much as possible. “Well, you got that one right! Its something I made for someone who’s really special to me”
“Oh really? So who are you going to give it to?” Doiha questioned; his brows in small confusion and fascination as to who this special person is. They both picked their usual place and Doiha already pulled out his bento when Bou placed the small plastic in front of him, a pink ribbon closing the top.
“Huh…?” the raven haired boy exclaimed, looking up at his friend trying to get the words out of his mouth. He couldn’t find it himself to ask that sweet smiling face, since the answer was just sitting right in front of him. “No… way…”
“Well, I have to thank you for saving me that other time…” Bou looked down a bit, hoping his hair was long enough to hide his blush. “I know you can have everything in the world, especially with your bank account… but I hope you’ll like what I give you”
“Why… thank you” Doiha slowly took off the ribbon and peered what was inside. He pulled out a cookie that was supposed to be shaped like his face, “Oh wow…! These are cute!”
Bou looked up and was surprised at the expression on his friend’s face. Even though Doiha was trying so hard to appreciate his gift, but his smile didn’t really come out as a happy one. It almost looked melancholic to the naked eye.
“What’s wrong, Doiha?”
“Well, you are my friend, and I guess it won’t hurt to tell you” the boy said, pushing back cookie Doiha back in the small plastic slowly. “I have a friend who sucks at cooking”
“Eh…?” the blond couldn’t but blurt, that was certainly not something he expected. Doiha looked up at him, his dark orbs sparkling in amusement, “It’s just that I wasn’t expecting something like that…!”
“I know” the raven haired boy closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again, “My friend’s leaving for New York”
“Why?”
“Well… it’s kind of a complicated story, I guess” the student scratched the back of his head, not knowing where to start.
“Come on; tell me, after all we’re friends, right? I might just help you out”
“Well, this person, my friend has always been there for me. The whole thick and thin deal? He’s done that-”
“It’s a guy?” Bou couldn’t help but utter.
“Yeah, it’s a guy” the raven haired boy confirmed with a small laugh to match “And well, he kind of means a lot to me, I don’t know if I can tell you how much I do feel for him. But he really has this special place in my heart… I guess” then from a sweet expression on his face, the raven haired boy’s face grew pale, “Though he sucks at cooking! I mean, he could almost pass off as a fucking housewife with his obsessive cleaning disorder. But tasting his homemade dishes is like asking for a one way ticked to hell. You won’t believe the mistakes he’s made in the past!”
Bou listened, once in a while trying to push down a giggle or two his throat. This person seems to be really special to Doiha. The blond can see it from the looks of frustration the black haired one invested on his special person.
“Can you believe it? He thought salt was sugar!” Doiha exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air with an exasperated look on his face.
“Woah, no offense to your friend, but he can’t be that dense!”
“Well, my tet-chan is” the raven haired covered his mouth as if trying to catch something he wasn’t supposed to have let go, “You did not hear that!”
“Sadly, Doiha-kun, I heard it and crystal clear if I might add!” Bou added slyly. “And I think this tet-chan is more than a friend to you”
“No way! Tet-chan’s just my friend, and I care for him a lot…!” Doiha tried to dissuade his friend. “We’re just really close, and it’s just that he’s the only person around all the time so we had… You’re really not going to take all this bullshit, are you?”
“Nope” Bou said, simply.
“Aaah, I don’t know how to define our relationship actually…” Doiha scratched the back of his head, “Tet-chan loves me, I know that but sometimes I just think I don’t think I’m really giving him the attention he needs…”
“What do you mean?” But before Bou could actually hear the answer, a certain tall boy with tattoos running all over his body and the attitude of a polar bear came crashing into their conversation.
“Well if it isn’t, Miss Huccinni!” he bellowed, looking all smug, standing behind Bou’s chair, not realizing he made a mistake.
“Isn’t that supposed to be Huddini?” Doiha tried to point out with a small voice.
“Who asked your fucking opinion?” Miyavi drilled at the raven haired boy who just looked back down at his bag of cookies. After Miyavi pulled his amazing death glare, he pulled Bou’s chair back and twisted so the latter ended up facing him. He rested his hands on both ends of Bou’s chair and leaned closer till their faces met “So you think you could escape me that time, didn’t you?”
“Hmp” Bou raised a brow, matching the daggers in Miyavi’s eyes with his; he crossed his arms over his chest. It seemed that Miyavi was alone this time, his gang of rich boys off playing hooky or whatever rich boys do when they skip classes.
“Oh...” the autocrat was interested, “So you’re mute, too?”
“I can speak for myself, thank you very much” Bou said pointedly, “And you were interrupting my pleasant lunch break with my fri-”
“Oh, Mr. Fag Ass over there? Pfft, after I’m done with you, I don’t think he’d seeing much of you”
“Wow, I never you’d stoop as low as trying to hurt a little girl like me” the blond said sarcastically, a dramatic hand over his chest. The ore-sama felt intrigued, during his reign as the ultimate bully of Holy Garden, it was now somebody actually had the guts to talk to him like that. “You know, you’re worse than dirt, don’t you? Ore-sama?”
“Don’t give me that crap, bomb shell” he cracked his neck, as if to emphasize his manliness, “I don’t care if you were my fucking mother, I’d still beat you if you defy my law”
“Hey! Don’t hurt, Bou-chan!” Doiha stood up, trying to get to the pair only to be stopped by his schoolmates who grabbed him and slammed him against the table he and Bou were eating before.
“Doiha!”
“Are you trying to stick up for this whore?” Miyavi looked amused over Bou’s shoulders as Doiha tried to struggle to get his mates to let him go.
“Don’t you dare hurt, Doiha, you asshole!” Bou pushed Miyavi away, the push made the ore-sama fall back flat on the floor “He’s got nothing to do with this!”
“On the contrary, he is has a lot to do with this” the ore-sama said, slowly rising from his position from the floor, enjoying the view of Bou’s horrified eyes. “Oh look, what’s that?”
He caught sight of the gift Bou brought for Doiha; he skipped his Red Card receiver and went over to the table with the struggling raven-haired boy. He had a weird look on his face; it was fascination and another emotion all together. But no one had time to decipher it as Miyavi started to talk.
By now, the whole student body present was watching the tirade.
“Oh, what’s this?” Miyavi asked out loud, turning around to face his audience lifting up the small plastic in the air. “Did little bomb shell over there give his boyfriend a gift?”
“Hey! Don’t you dare touch Doiha’s gift!” Bou bellowed as he stood up from his chair, he went over to Miyavi and tried to reach for his gift. However, due to the other’s height and the leverage of his extended arm, Bou certainly had to jump up and down just to get Doiha’s gift.
Peals of laughter from the other students went echoing in the hall as Bou struggled to get what belonged to Doiha, “You bastard, hand it back! It’s not yours!”
“What if I don’t want to give it back?” Miyavi snickered, challenging the blond with a sneer. He moved farther and farther from the cross dresser, making sure the other has a hard time. He saw the desperation in Bou’s eyes, and almost felt sorry for the ‘girl’.
Maybe he made it for the raven haired boy, was the first thing that in Miyavi’s head, and for some reason that ticked him off. The fact that this little girl made it for that boy; he doesn’t have a good reason to actually get pissed. He knows people who made stuff for the ones they liked. But he couldn’t understand why he didn’t like the idea of this girl making these cookies for that boy.
“Argh” Miyavi frowned, all the thinking starting to rattle his brain “This is starting to get annoying!”
“You give that back, you moron!”
“Will you shut up!” the tall senior pushed Bou away and the latter fell, “What’s so special about a bunch of cookies? And you made these? God, that’s so gross…!” Bou watched in horror as Miyavi threw his hard work and stepped on. All the funny shapes he made and the chocolate chips he placed were squashed beneath Miyavi’s Italian designed shoes.
And the whole crowd went, “Oooh~!”
The boy even took his time, making sure all the work the blond did went wasted. He looked at the mess he made on the floor, his face holding this look of triumph. He looked at his victim, the little girl who looked as if the whole world was coming to an end with that sad, sad expression on his face.
“You…” he heard the bomb shell hiss. “Just because you’re so rich doesn’t mean you have to fucking stoop this low!”
Miyavi stared at the blonde, as the small person looked at him the same way she looked at him that time. The stare that said, I’m going to rip your balls and feed them to the fishes. He didn’t want to feel that fear again, the one that racks up the back of his spine. He unconsciously stepped back.
“Just because you think you’re some big fat, hot shot, doesn’t mean you have the right to drag in my friends to your sad display of insecurity!” Bou’s finger poked on Miyavi’s chest and this caused Miyavi to slowly take slow steps back. The little blond looked at the Miyavi, pissed, angry and all the words inside and outside the dictionary not enough to really define how he feels.
Everyone who watching stared in silent as Bou relentlessly ranted on some more, pushing Miyavi back until the latter’s back hit the table that he and Doiha were eating before. Even the people who were holding Doiha seemed to have forgotten that they were supposed to restrain the raven haired boy. But then again, due to the current change of events, it doesn’t seem Doiha was really interested in how tight his captives were handling him.
“… I don’t fucking care if you think you’re some Ore-sama or this whole master bullshit!” Bou bellowed, “I don’t even care if you own the whole fucking territory of Japan! But if you fucking mess with Doiha, I will not hesitate to rip your balls out with my bare hands!”
And within the next heartbeat, the rich boy felt a hand first twisting his face to the left and in turn pushed most of his body to that side. He fell to the ground.
There were boys whose eyes and mouths went wide as plates and then the girls who covered their gasps in surprise.
The great ore-sama has been punched.
Miyavi felt his face with one of his tattoo covered hands, not sure if what just happened to him really did happened. He looked up in disbelief, his pierced lower lip hanging down.
The blond ignored him, and just looked over to the table he and Doiha were eating. The bell above them rang, but nobody in the cafeteria hall moved from their places.
“Hey, you…!” Bou demanded pointedly at the boy who was still pinning his friend down, “What the fuck are you doing to my friend?!”
“Uh, me! Nothing, I’m sorry, man… Yeah-” the boy said letting Doiha go, even helped the raven haired boy fix his messed up uniform.
“Don’t you fucking dare touch, Doiha!” the bomb shell screeched, preparing his hands in two fists.
“Yes, ma’am!”
Doiha was dumbstruck, looking at his friend not sure whether to feel happy or thankful or whatever. But one thing was for sure, he was amazed at the turn of events.
“Come on, Doiha” Bou said walking over to his table and gathering his things. “I have a quiz in chemistry that I seriously don’t want to miss”
“Y-y-yeah!” Doiha replied taking his things in arms. The blond with new found confidence, walked amongst his schoolmates who were all too stunned to even insult him. He didn’t look at any of them; the blond wasn’t really interested in what was on their faces. The two plowed their way out of the cafeteria, everyone moving out of their just to let the two pass. Bou with his strong demeanor and Doiha who was following his friend with awe and shock in his face, struggling to carry his stuff in one piece.
As they disappeared off to the halls, everyone slowly started to move. A few were flabbergasted at what just occurred; some didn’t know what to say.
“HOLY FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N: Once again, I just want to apologize for almost slot like movement with this prose. Aaah, I feel sad actually, it’s not the way I wanted it to be but it goes with the story. I guess it works then. I had to re-edit this thing over because there was one scene I wanted to put here but I realize I can put it in the next chapter. Hahaha. I hope you all had a fun read, even with its retarded quality.
This turned out longer than I expeted, I usually do just about nine pages. But this one came out with eleven! XDD Yeay for me! I want some orange juice! <- if you can guess where I got this, you get virtual brownies for your trouble! :D And I didn't beta, I'm sorry, I feel very tired right now. >.
Author:
earnestinberlinTheme: 005. Anger
Rating: PG
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Oh wait…what no? Damn, and I blew my allowance on rights for those rockers. You sure they’re not my property? Fine. Fine. Fine. Damn the law.
Comments:: This one had to take a while too. Sorry for the wait! It’s my first time trying to actually finish a chaptered story. I hope you guys be patient with me~<333
Summary: Bou is your not so average cross dressing student who has been going to Holy Garden University for the last two (and a half!) years. All he wants (and needs) is a quiet life and to finally graduate from the horrid school he’s been forced to attend.
Not going to happen to this cross dresser.
Previously:
Chapitre Un
Chapitre Deux
Chapitre Trois
Chapitre Quatre
Chapitre Cinq
Merry Café was a small place; just enough for a handful of people who wants to drink an Espresso or two and talk about the little things in life. Soft instrumentals were always playing in the stereo of the café, and the place had that ambience of being a very quiet place.
Lots of people always come down here, usually those who just want to escape the loud noise of life and taste the cream in their coffee.
It was also here where Bou and Miku work to pay for the rent and other things.
They were both dressed up in their work uniform- a red vest with a small black tie and long white sleeved shirts. Bou being the cross dresser that he is wore the black skirt intended for girls while Miku just stuck to the black slacks.
“… And there was this guy! He just came out of nowhere!” Bou said, with all the efforts of a story teller. As they were both engrossed with the blond’s tale, the broom in Bou’s hand was now used as a prop for his narrative. And Miku has yet to arrange the cakes the manager baked for the display.
“He totally stopped the whole thing and Doiha snatched me from behind and dragged my ass out of that place… I owe my life to Doiha and that guy… I mean, without them both I'm not sure if I even be existing right now”
“Yeah, thank God you’re okay” Miku replied, very much relieved his friend has actually survived the whole monkey court business. “I was so worried about you! And I thought the next time I’ll see you, it’ll be your carcass in Tokyo Bridge on the late night News!”
“You were that worried?” the blond wasn’t sure whether to feel surprised, but he felt really touched though, “You don’t have to Miku! With Doiha around, it’ll be a really long time before I get on the news”
“Of course I'm worried, I'm your best friend, Baka” Miku rolled his eyes and hit Bou lightly on the forehead. He took the cakes on the nearby table and went over to the counter, “You know, this Doiha guy really is neat… You should try getting his number or something”
“Eh?!” Bou slapped the brunette on the back with a hard hand, his blush running across his face, “And you were the one bawling about how Teruki and I should get together!”
“Well, when there’s a new product up for grabs” Miku snickered, while carefully arranging the cakes on display, “Especially if it’s hot and gorgeous, it be wise to take it before someone gets there first, neh?”
The blond had a look on his face that was a mix of surprise and disgust. He already had an insult ready to throw at his best friend when the door opened and bells jingled. In an instant all conversations were dropped, Bou and Miku converted to their work mode and held up big flashy smiles.
“Welcome to Merry Café!” the two chirped.
Their guest was one of the prettiest women Bou has ever seen in his entire life. A brunette with luscious curls that fell on her shoulders; she was thin and tall. (Though it could be because of her shoes) She had a face that showed her gentle character, and with the little touches of make up it almost made her smile so ethereal. The blue shadows by her eyes, gentle powder on her cheeks and light pink lipstick.
The beautiful woman started walking.
Bou’s jaw and along with the broom in his hand dropped to the floor but unlike his jaw, the broom made noise as it hit the ground. And with that, the blond’s fixation was destroyed.
He bent down to pick up the fallen broom and as he did, the plat form heels stopped by him. The blond saw the tips first and before he knew it, the woman went low and leveled herself to Bou.
“Are you okay?” and there was real concern on those light blue eyes. She didn’t really say the words, but instead noiselessly mouthed them.
Bou couldn’t find the words to say, his lips just opened and closed.
The beautiful lady smiled and never said a word as the door to the shop opened again with a jingle.
“Mana” a voice called out, and once again Bou was broken from his reverie. They were all broken from their current fascination with the woman now named Mana as a figure stepped in the cafe after another jingle of bells from the door. “I looked everywhere for you”
Mana just stood up and pouted, his hands crossing over his chest.
If Bou wasn’t transfixed with Mana, he could’ve realized sooner that the voice belonged to-
“Gackt-san!” Bou blurted, standing up all of a sudden and clutching his broom too tightly. Gackt in Merry Café was like… he couldn’t find any good comparison at all. The probability of Gackt to be there and all was like saying the Apocalypse was close at hand. He’s never seen Gackt outside of school and to see him here was just making all the hair on his body stand.
Oh my god, what if Miyavi’s here too!, the blond thought anxiously, his grip on the broom’s wooden handle so tight he could’ve reduced it to bits. He felt all the sweat starting to run out of his body as the fear of the Red Card started to come back again.
Gackt didn’t even look at Bou as he just motioned for Mana to go to him by the door. Bou felt a hint of surprise, it was the first time he saw expression on the senior’s face- he’s usually just expressionless at school. Now, he still has that cool calm exterior, yet the façade looks a tad bit cracked.
“Please” Gackt said, as the pretty Mana walked over to him his hands behind his back twisting and pulling at his fingers. “I just want to go home”
The other just pouted more when reaching Gackt; the other opened the door for Mana- being the gentleman that he was. “Don’t be such a hassle, Mana” Gackt added tiredly, he looked at the people Mana might’ve disturbed and then saw Bou.
“Oh, you’re that little Red Card girl”
“H-h-hai…!” Bou said, not sure what else to say. He felt his whole body turn white from head to toe. At the mention of Red Card, Mana turned around and looked over Gackt’s shoulder. Miku gasped, but it went unheard, he looked back and forth between the two blonds.
They stared at each other for a while, Gackt’s gaze hard and studying, hoping to catch all the details of Miyavi’s latest muse.
“France sure is a long way” Gackt smirked, much to the surprise of everyone. He shook his head, as if almost accepting an unheard defeat. Miku and Bou just watched all confused as Gackt left, pulling an equally perplexed Mana with him to the expensive looking sport’s car parked right outside the café.
“What does that mean?” Miku asked from where he stood. He and Bou looked at each other, not sure what everything meant.
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Sigh and his femme brother rolled his eyes in annoyance as Gackt made a turn to the right. He finally met this ‘Bou’ person, and from what he saw, he was a really cute little kid.
“Gackt, was that really the Bou person you talked about?” Mana tried to start the conversation, to which Gackt replied with a silence. The cross dresser pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. Its times like these that he wished Gackt could at least say something. But instead of giving up, he tried to hit the ice some more, “Bou really is a cute person, don’t you think?”
They stopped almost abruptly, at first Mana thought he hit a wrong nerve only to see a red light blinking and pedestrians crossing the streets. Mana looked at his brother, not even seeing any sort of emotion in his eyes. It wasn’t like this, the blonde used to talk back. Even indulged his half-brother in snide remarks about certain people to which they both laughed unendingly.
Yes, Gackt laughed with him.
However, now, the boy stopped any form of an actual conversation with him.
I want my Gackt-oni back, he silently laughed to himself. But was Gackt-oni really there in the first place? The car started moving, the light turning green above them. A few turns, slips and they were already in near their posh house, the view of their huge mansion on their line of sight.
Mana giggled a delicate hand over his lips, as the gate of their home was opened. When they finally got out, Gackt opening Mana’s door the cross dresser smiled at him and took the offered hand. He went out like a lady would and stood right next to Gackt, the laughter in his chest starting to bubble out of his mouth.
This made Gackt’s brow rise in question, as he looked at Mana funny.
“Gackt…” the feminine man started, “You do realize that Bou is not a girl?”
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“Here is the church and here is the steeple…” Bou crooned softly, while putting together a few ingredients to make some cookies. Then he added with a small giggle, “We sure are cute for two ugly people”
“Hey… what’s with the giddy love songs?” Miku interrupted Bou’s singing, leaning by the counter the femme was working. He looked at the cracked eggs and the small open flour sack. Judging from the lame pick of songs and the spring in every movement that the blond makes, Miku felt he had every right to ask his friend, “… You’re seriously crushing on this Doiha guy are you?”
“What?! No way!!” the cross dresser said, as he suddenly stopped mixing, “I'm just trying to make Doiha a thank you gift!”
“Yeah, tell that to the Tooth Fairy” the brunette rolled his eyes, and it took Miku five seconds to realize how lame of joke he just cracked. “Anyways, it’s so obvious, Bou!”
“Obvious? Pray tell me what’s obvious, Miku?” the other glared at him, raising the wooden spoon in the air, “That I might shove this wooden spoon here right up your whiny ass if you don’t stop being my matchmaker?”
The brunette found himself unable to utter another sound, that wooden spoon sure doesn’t look nice- or comfortable- up his butt. “Uh… did I say anything? Oh I was just passing by… You know, there’s this soap on TV that I am dying to watch, well… see you know, ha! Ha! Obladi-oblada!” and with that, Miku ran out of the room.
That Miku, the blond shook his head, as he began mixing again. But Doiha sure is cute…
Bou just giggled to himself, hoping Miku was nowhere near that particular moment.
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Miyavi’s cell phone sprung to life. Due to its vibrating features, it went moving from its original place and headed slowly- dangerously- to the edge of the bedside table. However, before it had the chance to fall, a hand shot out from the big pile of blankets and pillows on the bed and grabbed the white phone from any damages. He pulled himself out of the heavy blanket to reveal that he had been sleeping without a shirt, thus exposing the tattoos that run across his body.
“Holy fuck…” the ore-sama groaned, his eyes still drooping from the sever lack of sleep.
On a normal day, Miyavi would’ve chucked the phone and let it hit the wall but today maybe just wasn’t those normal days.
He first checked the time on the Mickey Mouse clock hanging by the back of his door and saw that he has slept most of the morning away. He searched for the date in his fuzzy brain and within a few seconds realized it was a Saturday- though it doesn’t matter. It’s not like he attends school anyway.
Miyavi looked at the text message he received and frowned:
“From Gackt:
I just want you to know that the time difference between France and Japan is nine hours”
“What the fuck…?” he mumbled, trying to figure out why his friend is trying to tell him something he already knows. He slumped back on bed, his face buried on his white pillow before he felt his phone vibrating and singing with a call.
“Un” he said, as he got the phone close to his ear. From tired and exasperated, the expression on his face brightened all of a sudden. His foul spouting mouth stretching into a wide grin of evil intentions, “Is that so…? Well, it’s good to know people like you have some worth after all”
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Doiha was looking at his watch and frowned at the time. His other school mates all ignored him, though one did try to convince him the bell was about to ring in a few minutes.
He just waved it off, “I'm waiting for somebody”
The girl’s face didn’t look all too happy, knowing full well who that someone is. “Fine, catch you later then” she didn’t even hide the obvious distaste on her face as she joined her friends. “What a loser, wait till Miyavi gets him…”
Doiha just rolled his eyes and waited for Bou to come. What exactly was taking Bou so long? That girl’s never late for lunch. He sighed and was about to leave when he heard Bou’s shouts, “Doiha!”
The raven haired boy brightened as he saw his friend, running up to him carrying a small plastic bag with tied by a pink ribbon. “I'm so sorry, Doiha! It’s all the stupid Miku’s fault; he just had to be late coming here…!”
“Miku?”
“Miku’s my friend” the blond started, “He’s my best friend for forever and he’s my room mate. I kinda forgot to bring something to school, so I had to call him with my phone and ask him to come over here”
“Miku, huh?” Doiha shook his head at Bou’s small story, “Seems like a good guy, and what did you forget anyway? I doubt it’s your bento, I’d bet you forget your wallet and phone but not your lunch!”
The blond laughed, as they started walking to the cafeteria, people giving the cold shoulder and ignoring their existence as much as possible. “Well, you got that one right! Its something I made for someone who’s really special to me”
“Oh really? So who are you going to give it to?” Doiha questioned; his brows in small confusion and fascination as to who this special person is. They both picked their usual place and Doiha already pulled out his bento when Bou placed the small plastic in front of him, a pink ribbon closing the top.
“Huh…?” the raven haired boy exclaimed, looking up at his friend trying to get the words out of his mouth. He couldn’t find it himself to ask that sweet smiling face, since the answer was just sitting right in front of him. “No… way…”
“Well, I have to thank you for saving me that other time…” Bou looked down a bit, hoping his hair was long enough to hide his blush. “I know you can have everything in the world, especially with your bank account… but I hope you’ll like what I give you”
“Why… thank you” Doiha slowly took off the ribbon and peered what was inside. He pulled out a cookie that was supposed to be shaped like his face, “Oh wow…! These are cute!”
Bou looked up and was surprised at the expression on his friend’s face. Even though Doiha was trying so hard to appreciate his gift, but his smile didn’t really come out as a happy one. It almost looked melancholic to the naked eye.
“What’s wrong, Doiha?”
“Well, you are my friend, and I guess it won’t hurt to tell you” the boy said, pushing back cookie Doiha back in the small plastic slowly. “I have a friend who sucks at cooking”
“Eh…?” the blond couldn’t but blurt, that was certainly not something he expected. Doiha looked up at him, his dark orbs sparkling in amusement, “It’s just that I wasn’t expecting something like that…!”
“I know” the raven haired boy closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again, “My friend’s leaving for New York”
“Why?”
“Well… it’s kind of a complicated story, I guess” the student scratched the back of his head, not knowing where to start.
“Come on; tell me, after all we’re friends, right? I might just help you out”
“Well, this person, my friend has always been there for me. The whole thick and thin deal? He’s done that-”
“It’s a guy?” Bou couldn’t help but utter.
“Yeah, it’s a guy” the raven haired boy confirmed with a small laugh to match “And well, he kind of means a lot to me, I don’t know if I can tell you how much I do feel for him. But he really has this special place in my heart… I guess” then from a sweet expression on his face, the raven haired boy’s face grew pale, “Though he sucks at cooking! I mean, he could almost pass off as a fucking housewife with his obsessive cleaning disorder. But tasting his homemade dishes is like asking for a one way ticked to hell. You won’t believe the mistakes he’s made in the past!”
Bou listened, once in a while trying to push down a giggle or two his throat. This person seems to be really special to Doiha. The blond can see it from the looks of frustration the black haired one invested on his special person.
“Can you believe it? He thought salt was sugar!” Doiha exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air with an exasperated look on his face.
“Woah, no offense to your friend, but he can’t be that dense!”
“Well, my tet-chan is” the raven haired covered his mouth as if trying to catch something he wasn’t supposed to have let go, “You did not hear that!”
“Sadly, Doiha-kun, I heard it and crystal clear if I might add!” Bou added slyly. “And I think this tet-chan is more than a friend to you”
“No way! Tet-chan’s just my friend, and I care for him a lot…!” Doiha tried to dissuade his friend. “We’re just really close, and it’s just that he’s the only person around all the time so we had… You’re really not going to take all this bullshit, are you?”
“Nope” Bou said, simply.
“Aaah, I don’t know how to define our relationship actually…” Doiha scratched the back of his head, “Tet-chan loves me, I know that but sometimes I just think I don’t think I’m really giving him the attention he needs…”
“What do you mean?” But before Bou could actually hear the answer, a certain tall boy with tattoos running all over his body and the attitude of a polar bear came crashing into their conversation.
“Well if it isn’t, Miss Huccinni!” he bellowed, looking all smug, standing behind Bou’s chair, not realizing he made a mistake.
“Isn’t that supposed to be Huddini?” Doiha tried to point out with a small voice.
“Who asked your fucking opinion?” Miyavi drilled at the raven haired boy who just looked back down at his bag of cookies. After Miyavi pulled his amazing death glare, he pulled Bou’s chair back and twisted so the latter ended up facing him. He rested his hands on both ends of Bou’s chair and leaned closer till their faces met “So you think you could escape me that time, didn’t you?”
“Hmp” Bou raised a brow, matching the daggers in Miyavi’s eyes with his; he crossed his arms over his chest. It seemed that Miyavi was alone this time, his gang of rich boys off playing hooky or whatever rich boys do when they skip classes.
“Oh...” the autocrat was interested, “So you’re mute, too?”
“I can speak for myself, thank you very much” Bou said pointedly, “And you were interrupting my pleasant lunch break with my fri-”
“Oh, Mr. Fag Ass over there? Pfft, after I’m done with you, I don’t think he’d seeing much of you”
“Wow, I never you’d stoop as low as trying to hurt a little girl like me” the blond said sarcastically, a dramatic hand over his chest. The ore-sama felt intrigued, during his reign as the ultimate bully of Holy Garden, it was now somebody actually had the guts to talk to him like that. “You know, you’re worse than dirt, don’t you? Ore-sama?”
“Don’t give me that crap, bomb shell” he cracked his neck, as if to emphasize his manliness, “I don’t care if you were my fucking mother, I’d still beat you if you defy my law”
“Hey! Don’t hurt, Bou-chan!” Doiha stood up, trying to get to the pair only to be stopped by his schoolmates who grabbed him and slammed him against the table he and Bou were eating before.
“Doiha!”
“Are you trying to stick up for this whore?” Miyavi looked amused over Bou’s shoulders as Doiha tried to struggle to get his mates to let him go.
“Don’t you dare hurt, Doiha, you asshole!” Bou pushed Miyavi away, the push made the ore-sama fall back flat on the floor “He’s got nothing to do with this!”
“On the contrary, he is has a lot to do with this” the ore-sama said, slowly rising from his position from the floor, enjoying the view of Bou’s horrified eyes. “Oh look, what’s that?”
He caught sight of the gift Bou brought for Doiha; he skipped his Red Card receiver and went over to the table with the struggling raven-haired boy. He had a weird look on his face; it was fascination and another emotion all together. But no one had time to decipher it as Miyavi started to talk.
By now, the whole student body present was watching the tirade.
“Oh, what’s this?” Miyavi asked out loud, turning around to face his audience lifting up the small plastic in the air. “Did little bomb shell over there give his boyfriend a gift?”
“Hey! Don’t you dare touch Doiha’s gift!” Bou bellowed as he stood up from his chair, he went over to Miyavi and tried to reach for his gift. However, due to the other’s height and the leverage of his extended arm, Bou certainly had to jump up and down just to get Doiha’s gift.
Peals of laughter from the other students went echoing in the hall as Bou struggled to get what belonged to Doiha, “You bastard, hand it back! It’s not yours!”
“What if I don’t want to give it back?” Miyavi snickered, challenging the blond with a sneer. He moved farther and farther from the cross dresser, making sure the other has a hard time. He saw the desperation in Bou’s eyes, and almost felt sorry for the ‘girl’.
Maybe he made it for the raven haired boy, was the first thing that in Miyavi’s head, and for some reason that ticked him off. The fact that this little girl made it for that boy; he doesn’t have a good reason to actually get pissed. He knows people who made stuff for the ones they liked. But he couldn’t understand why he didn’t like the idea of this girl making these cookies for that boy.
“Argh” Miyavi frowned, all the thinking starting to rattle his brain “This is starting to get annoying!”
“You give that back, you moron!”
“Will you shut up!” the tall senior pushed Bou away and the latter fell, “What’s so special about a bunch of cookies? And you made these? God, that’s so gross…!” Bou watched in horror as Miyavi threw his hard work and stepped on. All the funny shapes he made and the chocolate chips he placed were squashed beneath Miyavi’s Italian designed shoes.
And the whole crowd went, “Oooh~!”
The boy even took his time, making sure all the work the blond did went wasted. He looked at the mess he made on the floor, his face holding this look of triumph. He looked at his victim, the little girl who looked as if the whole world was coming to an end with that sad, sad expression on his face.
“You…” he heard the bomb shell hiss. “Just because you’re so rich doesn’t mean you have to fucking stoop this low!”
Miyavi stared at the blonde, as the small person looked at him the same way she looked at him that time. The stare that said, I’m going to rip your balls and feed them to the fishes. He didn’t want to feel that fear again, the one that racks up the back of his spine. He unconsciously stepped back.
“Just because you think you’re some big fat, hot shot, doesn’t mean you have the right to drag in my friends to your sad display of insecurity!” Bou’s finger poked on Miyavi’s chest and this caused Miyavi to slowly take slow steps back. The little blond looked at the Miyavi, pissed, angry and all the words inside and outside the dictionary not enough to really define how he feels.
Everyone who watching stared in silent as Bou relentlessly ranted on some more, pushing Miyavi back until the latter’s back hit the table that he and Doiha were eating before. Even the people who were holding Doiha seemed to have forgotten that they were supposed to restrain the raven haired boy. But then again, due to the current change of events, it doesn’t seem Doiha was really interested in how tight his captives were handling him.
“… I don’t fucking care if you think you’re some Ore-sama or this whole master bullshit!” Bou bellowed, “I don’t even care if you own the whole fucking territory of Japan! But if you fucking mess with Doiha, I will not hesitate to rip your balls out with my bare hands!”
And within the next heartbeat, the rich boy felt a hand first twisting his face to the left and in turn pushed most of his body to that side. He fell to the ground.
There were boys whose eyes and mouths went wide as plates and then the girls who covered their gasps in surprise.
The great ore-sama has been punched.
Miyavi felt his face with one of his tattoo covered hands, not sure if what just happened to him really did happened. He looked up in disbelief, his pierced lower lip hanging down.
The blond ignored him, and just looked over to the table he and Doiha were eating. The bell above them rang, but nobody in the cafeteria hall moved from their places.
“Hey, you…!” Bou demanded pointedly at the boy who was still pinning his friend down, “What the fuck are you doing to my friend?!”
“Uh, me! Nothing, I’m sorry, man… Yeah-” the boy said letting Doiha go, even helped the raven haired boy fix his messed up uniform.
“Don’t you fucking dare touch, Doiha!” the bomb shell screeched, preparing his hands in two fists.
“Yes, ma’am!”
Doiha was dumbstruck, looking at his friend not sure whether to feel happy or thankful or whatever. But one thing was for sure, he was amazed at the turn of events.
“Come on, Doiha” Bou said walking over to his table and gathering his things. “I have a quiz in chemistry that I seriously don’t want to miss”
“Y-y-yeah!” Doiha replied taking his things in arms. The blond with new found confidence, walked amongst his schoolmates who were all too stunned to even insult him. He didn’t look at any of them; the blond wasn’t really interested in what was on their faces. The two plowed their way out of the cafeteria, everyone moving out of their just to let the two pass. Bou with his strong demeanor and Doiha who was following his friend with awe and shock in his face, struggling to carry his stuff in one piece.
As they disappeared off to the halls, everyone slowly started to move. A few were flabbergasted at what just occurred; some didn’t know what to say.
“HOLY FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N: Once again, I just want to apologize for almost slot like movement with this prose. Aaah, I feel sad actually, it’s not the way I wanted it to be but it goes with the story. I guess it works then. I had to re-edit this thing over because there was one scene I wanted to put here but I realize I can put it in the next chapter. Hahaha. I hope you all had a fun read, even with its retarded quality.
This turned out longer than I expeted, I usually do just about nine pages. But this one came out with eleven! XDD Yeay for me! I want some orange juice! <- if you can guess where I got this, you get virtual brownies for your trouble! :D And I didn't beta, I'm sorry, I feel very tired right now. >.
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