Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
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earnestinberlin
Theme: 006. Attraction
Rating: PG
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bou. I don’t own Miyavi. I don’t own the brands that appear here in the story. This story is for fanatical purpose only and not for sale. Please don’t eat my tetsuBABY.
Comments:: Oh my god, I reached chapter six!! I reached chapter six!! Now the orange juice would taste really good! I should get some chocolate on my way out! Oh and by the way, during Miyavi’s monologue, most of it is bullshit so don’t you go believing all of it. DON’T BELIEVE EET. THEY’RE ALL LIES. Just to make sure you people don’t go, “Heidi did that?? WHAT? NOWAIZ!”
Summary: Bou is your not so average cross dressing student who has been going to Holy Garden University for the last two (and a half!) years. All he wants (and needs) is a quiet life and to finally graduate from the horrid school he’s been forced to attend.
Not going to happen to this cross dresser.
Previously:
Chapitre Un
Chapitre Deux
Chapitre Trois
Chapitre Quatre
Chapitre Cinq
Chapitre Six
It was Monday morning, and before Bou knew it he was running down the hall with his jacket still not properly placed on his body and a half eaten rice roll hanging by the skins of his teeth. Miku promised to wake him up! That idiots going to get beaten the moment he gets home. He ran down the stair case and tried to pull his blazer and pink closer to his body.
As he reached the last steps, he managed to not choke on the food he was chewing and get his jacket where he wanted it to be. The blond swallowed whatever was left of his breakfast fast- and really didn’t do anything to the little rice left over his right cheek.
“Waah! Why did Miku have to leave me behind! He tried to move forward while hopping on one foot- seeing as he was trying to fix a loose left sock. “Argh, my alarm didn’t go off this morning…! That moron!”
He looked at his watch and his went wide as plates, “Oh damn, that Miku is going to get it from me!” the blond shouted running off to the direction he usually follows to school.
“Hey, what gives!” Bou shouted as he felt someone grab his flailing arm from behind, “I need to go to school!!-”
When he turned around, he was shocked to find two men dressed up all in black. They didn’t look all too friendly and the death grip on his wrist confirmed that fact more. He frowned and tried to fight off one of the men who took hold of his wrists, “What the hell is this?! You think you can harass me just like this without a reason! I’m going to fucking scream my head off if you people don’t let go of me-!”
Before he could even pull out anymore expletives from his mouth, a white clothe found itself on his face. It covered his mouth and nose, blocking every possible entrance of breath for him. The rancid scent of chloroform forced itself on him, knocking out whatever made him conscious. But before he could fall limp in the mysterious man’s arms, he saw the silhouette of a tall figure he knew so well. The pointed hair and that shiny metal by his mouth gave him away; beneath his breath he whispered a name.
“Miyavi…?”
And all he saw black.
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Where’s Bou-chan? Doiha looked around worriedly, he almost called out to a similar looking girl only to realized she was some brace wearing senior. He didn’t like this; Bou was never absent and no way was that girl sick.
Did Miyavi do something to Bou?
“Hey look, it’s that little bimbo’s boyfriend” someone tapped him on the back of his head rather harshly, “Are you looking for your girl?”
“Hmp” chimed in a straight haired brunette with her high pitched tone, “It’s not like you’re going to be having much luck… Especially with how pissed that little bitch got Miyavi”
Doiha calmed himself; at best all he did was break his chopsticks from straining the powerful emotion coursing through his veins. Bou was right, people here are no good.
It was a good thing he knows how to control his anger. Despite his small form, he would be glad to break more than a few chopsticks.
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“Woah… I didn’t know we’re doing a guy…!”
“What do you mean its guy? Have you gone blind or something?!”
“If you’re not going to believe me, then check it out yourself!”
“A guy?! I thought Ore-sama said we’d be doing a chick!”
“Well, he does pass for a cute looking girl, I’d understand why Ore-sama would think it’s a chick…”
“A tranny! Ha, been a long time since I last saw a really convincing one!”
“Not like it’s going to make much of a difference anyway, I mean we are still doing him?”
“Oh yeah of course, you take off that uniform top, I’ll do his skirt…”
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He woke up with a start, jumping from where he was slumping when a smooth voice whispered “Wakey-wakey” in his ear.
“Oh my god…!” Bou looked around him; he was obviously not in school. He looked at the furniture around him, all antique and they all look really expensive, judging from the elegance they held. He turned around, first seeing the hundreds-maybe thousands- of books that were stacked neatly in the shelves. When he finally turned back, he saw the one person that brought him here.
“Hey, bomb shell” the eccentric looking rich boy waved a small hand, a smirk on his face. He was leaning on a mahogany study table. It crossed Bou’s mind how weird Miyavi looked especially with this kind of surrounding, wearing tattered jeans and a shirt that had random English words scrabbled in sizes and place everywhere. Last time they met, his hair was still a light brown color, now it was silver with blue highlights.
“Where the fuck am I?!” Bou shouted, stomping over to the ore-sama. He stopped right in front of Miyavi and leaned forward, his face scrunched up in anger and demanding.
“Where are you?” the ore-sama mockingly asked, “Well… you’re in my Mom’s library but you wouldn’t know that”
“You kidnapped me!” the blond exclaimed, “Last I checked, kidnapping people was illegal!!”
“Sixty million”
“Excuse me…?”
“You’re worth over sixty million-”
“You crazy fuck” the femme ranted, hitting Miyavi on the head, “So now you’ve resorted to human trafficking? I know you love humiliating people but to pull this bull shit-”
“Ferero Rocher?” Miyavi shoved a ball into Bou’s face, part of it was being chewed up in his mouth. “Just got them this morning”
“Huh…? What the fuck, are you trying to trick me??”
“Your dress; Candy Stripper’s latest brain child is worth over a good ten million. See the laces over here? Handmade and done within a span of a month even with the many help. This is couture, a first of its kind in the Candy Stripper business which is why it’s very expensive” the blond was stunned to silence as Miyavi ignored his early ranting and gently pulled at the laces and strings that were hanging on Bou’s dress.
“This is Tiffany and Co., beautiful, isn’t it? A good two hundred fifty thousand” Miyavi took the blonde’s hand and lifted it to his face. And when Bou finally saw the diamond bracelet hanging by his wrist, his eyes turned to plates, “It’s part of their newest collection, a set collaboration with Heidi Klum, that explain their elegant touch and the way they are all carefully placed. Heidi Klum is no dumb blonde” He smirked at his own little joke.
“Hey…!” Bou shouted, and already had most of his expletives ready out to use them against the guy.
“Your hair and makeup, which was done by one of Tokyo’s most sought make up team is already included in the sixty million. They did a good thing to your rather dry skin, now it’s smooth and silky.” the cross dresser flinched at the feel of Miyavi’s fingertips on his cheeks, “Especially with the time given to them, just amazing. There’s also the matter of your makeup, I’m guessing L’Oreal? Judging from the way your skin seems to glow. I’m not sure, since I didn’t get to see them at work, but I only L’Oreal to have this kind of effect on skin…
“And about your shoes, they’re from Charles and Keith, genius brand hailing from Singapore-”
“Okay, Mr. Metrosexual, first off, do not touch me. Apparently, you’re not just a kidnapper and some human trafficking agent, but you apparently are a freak who has a thing for molesting innocent people like me” the blond moved back one step, creeped out at the way Miyavi was so knowledgeable with things that doesn’t seem to fit his nature. And also, he really wasn’t that interested in wanting to know what mega brand the shoes he was wearing was from or the price tag attached, “I don’t have a fucking clue what you are talking about and I am not in the mood to know how much my shoes are worth… Can you please explain to me why are you making me the poster child of commercialism?! You do not go around doing this shit to people-”
“You’re not a girl” Miyavi stopped, once again, shut Bou’s blabbering mouth. It was then that it hit the blond that, obviously, he won’t be wearing these clothes right now if Miyavi (“Holy hell” the idea killed him) or anyone for that matter, if they didn’t take off his uniform.
Bou on instinct found his hands going to his chest, feeling naked all of sudden.
The autocrat felt pleased as the colors of Bou’s face drained the moment he uttered those words. The flush of angry red withering away to a pale color of white without delay.
“Oh, the loudmouth has suddenly turned mute” Miyavi laughed. Bou was completely oblivious to that comment, so Miyavi knows? What’s going to happen to him? Is he going to tell the school? He can’t do that.
“Look, bomb shell” Miyavi walked closer to Bou, the space between them disappeared. He lowered and tried to look into the blonde’s eyes as the blond averted his gaze to the side to keep himself from seeing Miyavi. “We can do it the hard way or we can do it the easy way… People from school, if they know you’re some little faggot dressed in drag, they’ll do more than what they are doing to you right now. Truth to god that would save me a lot of trouble, seeing as all I have to do then is just add the cherry on top of the sundae…”
“What do you want from me?” Bou hissed, moving his head away from Miyavi’s wicked whisper.
“Don’t worry, your dirty little secret is safe with me, bomb shell” the rich boy laughed, “I just want you to get out of my school”
“What?!”
“Do I have to repeat myself? I. Want. Your. Fucking. Ass. Out.” Miyavi carefully said each word, “It’s not that hard to understand, really. You can name your price, do you you want more jewelry? I know the owner of Gem Cerey very well. If you’re not much into Candy Stripper’s design, then I’ll try to hook up with H. Naoto-”
“So that’s why you got me this ugly dress? So you can bribe me?!” The blond stared angrily at those bright eyes.
“Would you rather a nasty controversy concerning a little blond cross dresser?” the boy lifted a brow, challenging this small student. “I know how to destroy your life, and I don’t even have to lift a fucking finger myself just to do that”
They gazed at each other’s orbs, one none too happy about the situation the other pair challenging him to say more.
“I’m not scared of you” the blond murmured beneath his breath.
“Come again” and once again, the young dictator cocked his head to the side, not sure if he really hear what the blond said.
“I. Am. Not. Scared. Of. You” Bou followed Miyavi’s word by word dictation, emphasizing his words the same Miyavi did to his. “Do you think you can scare me like that? Bribe me that easily? Don’t underestimate me, ore-sama, it’s going to take more than your fucking bribe-” the blond lifted the skirt of the expensive dress “-to get me out of that school. Tell my secret? Go ahead, tell the school, tell the newspapers, and if you get the chance tell the whole fucking country!”
Once again, the superiority has slipped from Miyavi’s fingers and even with Bou’s lack of height, the rich boy has once again found himself being towered by the words that went running out of this petite blonde’s mouth.
“Oh really?” Miyavi pushed again that fear in his chest; it was starting to become a habit of his now. Why is it so hard for him to just hurt this girl… Wait, it was a boy- Who the fuck cares?! “Big words for someone who’s about to lose practically what makes up his life”
“I told you, weren’t you listening?” Bou carefully but hastily unhooked the expensive bracelet from his wrist, taking Miyavi’s hand and pushed it back to the other, “I don’t fucking need your stupid money! You can’t scare me and you can’t buy your way to me! Are you deaf or are you just dumb? Try to destroy me, you try. Try to break my spirit, I dare you. Do not underestimate me, just because I’m poor doesn’t mean I don’t have backbone!”
Miyavi looked at the sparkling bracelet in his hand; he always thought it was the most beautiful thing before. He first saw this at New York, when he and his sister were running around Madison Avenue and he so happened to pass by the Tiffany store. It was really stupid, the fact that he was stopped by one bracelet. But he liked the little diamonds were placed carefully to form little flowers that didn’t look in anyway tacky. That was why he begged his big sister to get it for him, because if he ever finds the person he likes, he will make sure to give it to that person.
But when Bou shoved it back to his hand spite evident in the way he returned the thing, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the way the blond didn’t even bother taking a second look at the thing.
Then again, why did he use this bracelet to change the boy’s mind? And he has to take note that this is a boy.
A cross dressing boy, to be exact, his mind corrected, That’s really gross, you know?
“Fuck! Who cares!” Miyavi not wanting to analyze these weird feelings running about his chest, “You’re just some disgusting fag slut who likes tricking people into believing you’re a girl, when in truth you’re so repulsive! I don’t know in their right who would do something as revolting as… as… Hell, I can’t even figure anything to compare you with! That’s how gross you are!”
They shared one moment of awkward silence, Bou was actually not sure if he should still be pissed because in the span of five minutes he has developed this sense of dominance that was working well to his advantage. Even though there is the problem of Miyavi’s words turning into a reality, it didn’t really seem to matter to him.
“Wow… that was…” Bou snickered, a hand over his mouth, trying to force to stop himself because it was seriously breaking the power image he was wearing. “…Awkward…”
“I…! Um… you! Well, you’re not getting away with this…!” Miyavi found his tongue all tied up and his well practiced insults not working right for him today. This was wrong. This was impossible. He always had something up his sleeve, if not a word then it would be a swift punch to the looser that pissed him off. But whenever it was business considered the bomb shell, he just can’t seem to find anything to bite him against with. The fact that he knows the little blond happens to be a little fag just made it more even…
Intriguing?!, Miyavi seriously needs to take a rest from beating people up on a daily basis. He had a hand over his forehead, a big fat vein appearing on the side of his head as he pulled his dyed hair in frustration. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!
“… No… what the hell is happening to me?! What are these emotions?? They can’t be….” Miyavi babbled, turning his back on Bou as he started assessing himself without even realizing that he is starting to make a fool of himself in front of the blond.
Bou had a face that was a cross between confused and pity to the Miyavi who seriously seems to need help. Psychological help.
Is this the way rich people live?, the blond looked at the boy who was talking to himself. Miyavi even slapped himself while saying some bad word for doing… Okay, I didn’t catch last part.
Now that Miyavi was busy… talking to himself with his back turned to the blond, it would be a good time to just slowly slip away from this place. He took another fast survey of the room, trying to see if his school uniform was anywhere to be found. He frowned, well; at least those weren’t the only ones he has.
He slowly tiptoed to the door, making sure he twisted the door knob as slowly as he can as not to make that much noise.
“…What is this feeling?!!” Miyavi grabbed at his chest, feeling his heart run a marathon, “Why am I feeling this way???!!”
The autocrat heard the sound of a slammed door, and broken by the sound from outside his little world he turned around. And once again, he found that the blond has disappeared from his sight.
He slapped himself on the face, “Fuck! Well, at least I can actually catch that bitch this time!”
Smacking himself mentally for being so stupid as he ran after the blond.
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Bou has already travelled over a long a hallway, ran down carefully stairs dashed left to find another hallway and found another turn which led him to a big room. It was a big white room and it had little to almost no furniture at all, there was a grand staircase that led up to the second floor. Even with that, he still hasn’t found any sign of an exit.
He leaned on a wall, and let out a heavy sigh, “Damn, where the fuck am I?”
“Who are you?” a stern voice called out from behind, it jolted him out from his weary state.
The blond turned to meet eye to eye with a sophisticated woman and her right hand man carrying her things. She had sharp looking eyes, a tall aristocratic nose and red lips in a perpetual frown. If she just lifted the sides of her mouth instead of wearing an ugly frown, she could’ve been very beautiful.
“I asked you a question, most people would answer” the woman said, cold and uncaring, “Are you mute? Or are you deaf?”
I think I know who this is…, Bou had a huge sweat drop. “Um… I… I… am…”
“Speak up, I don’t have all day and your incompetence of forming a formal sentence is wasting my time”
Bitch was the only thing Bou had in mind. He opened his mouth once again, hoping for a good sentence to come out of his mouth. “I’m… I’m-”
“Fuck off, Oka-san” his eyes widened as he heard that voice. He could see the woman before him look at the owner of the voice with the same cold and uncaring eyes she gave to Bou; the speaker was someone behind him. He turned around to see Miyavi and his dyed hair, lip ring and punk attitude glaring daggers at the woman Bou knew was no one else but the boy’s mother. “She’s with me”
“Well, then” Bou turned back to the woman, she looked at Bou carefully surveying the blond as if he was some nasty bubblegum ball that was stuck on bottom of her heels, “I think, it be appropriate if you introduce me to this girl. I have never seen her here before and I think I have the right to know whatever company you bring to my house”
This asshole business does run in the family… at least she pulls it better, Bou mentally slapped himself, now wasn’t the time for ridiculous thoughts like those.
“This, Oka-san...” Bou felt Miyavi’s arm slip over his shoulders, and he looked up suspiciously at the tall boy who ignored him. “… Is my girlfriend”
At first he thought he heard wrong.
“What did you say?”
“Girlfriend. This girl is my girlfriend” he grinned evilly at the woman.
Bou heard something crack in him as he heard those words out of Miyavi’s mouth. It was that thin line that kept his sanity in check, and the moment Miyavi-
“A girlfriend you say?”
“Yup, this lucky girl is the girl for me! See…” Miyavi took Bou’s hand and pulled out the bracelet that Bou refused before and hooked it back to the blonde’s hand. He hauled the petite femme’s wrist up for his dear mother to see his so called proof of love, “I’m making her wear this!”
Miyavi’s mother’s face held a strong look of shock, shock for two things. One for the bracelet that she knew Miyavi would never let anyone touch and two to the girl who suddenly fainted in the boy’s arms.
A/N: See my Dears how much I love you?? I love you, my Dears, so much that I have tried my best to update this fic in the shortest time possible! Give me your bananas, I shall be full. Give me tetsu and I will be your slave for the rest of eternity.You know calling you guys ‘Dears’ makes me feel like I’m some Gackt copy cat! XDD
I also want to repeat what I said in my first comment: ALL OF WHAT MIYAVI SAID DURING HIS MONOLOGUE ABOUT BOU’S CLOTHES ARE FAKE OKAY? ESPECIALLY THAT BULL SHIT ABOUT HEIDI KLUM WORKING FOR TIFFANY’S, OKAY SWEETIES?
Tiny facts about the brands I used: I( just wanted to make sure. Yes all the brands are real.)
1. Candy Stripper happens to be one of tetsu’s favorite brands just so you know.
2. Charles&Keith is a Singapore based store that sells very nice shoes.
3. Ferero Rocher is chocolate that I actually don’t like eating but for the sake of the story.
4. H. Naoto is the dude who designed the clothes for bands like Ayabie and S.K.I.N.
5. Heidi Klum is the host of my absolutely favorite tv show, Project Runway, she is a German model who has her line of jewelry but I don’t know if she has in some point of her life ever designed anything for Tiffany. Though I know she does sandals for Birkenstock.
6. You all know about L’Oreal, so yeah. I don’t know any good makeup artist up in Tokyo so I just kinda let that one slip… ^_^’’
7. And I bet you know what band designed rings for Gem Cerey! XDD
My longest note! I’m sorry for bombarding you guys with so much information, but I’m just a sucker for brands. (Especially the ones tetsu likes!)
So now we have that! La li ho! What will happen! Oh dear! Let us go shiningly! Till the next chapter my dear friends!
I just want to shout out to that German person who commented on my last chapter! Thanks to you and people likemiss_bou_chan who just keeps me running even when I am running out of gas. Hahaha. ILU~<3333
Author:
earnestinberlinTheme: 006. Attraction
Rating: PG
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: I don’t own Bou. I don’t own Miyavi. I don’t own the brands that appear here in the story. This story is for fanatical purpose only and not for sale. Please don’t eat my tetsuBABY.
Comments:: Oh my god, I reached chapter six!! I reached chapter six!! Now the orange juice would taste really good! I should get some chocolate on my way out! Oh and by the way, during Miyavi’s monologue, most of it is bullshit so don’t you go believing all of it. DON’T BELIEVE EET. THEY’RE ALL LIES. Just to make sure you people don’t go, “Heidi did that?? WHAT? NOWAIZ!”
Summary: Bou is your not so average cross dressing student who has been going to Holy Garden University for the last two (and a half!) years. All he wants (and needs) is a quiet life and to finally graduate from the horrid school he’s been forced to attend.
Not going to happen to this cross dresser.
Previously:
Chapitre Un
Chapitre Deux
Chapitre Trois
Chapitre Quatre
Chapitre Cinq
Chapitre Six
It was Monday morning, and before Bou knew it he was running down the hall with his jacket still not properly placed on his body and a half eaten rice roll hanging by the skins of his teeth. Miku promised to wake him up! That idiots going to get beaten the moment he gets home. He ran down the stair case and tried to pull his blazer and pink closer to his body.
As he reached the last steps, he managed to not choke on the food he was chewing and get his jacket where he wanted it to be. The blond swallowed whatever was left of his breakfast fast- and really didn’t do anything to the little rice left over his right cheek.
“Waah! Why did Miku have to leave me behind! He tried to move forward while hopping on one foot- seeing as he was trying to fix a loose left sock. “Argh, my alarm didn’t go off this morning…! That moron!”
He looked at his watch and his went wide as plates, “Oh damn, that Miku is going to get it from me!” the blond shouted running off to the direction he usually follows to school.
“Hey, what gives!” Bou shouted as he felt someone grab his flailing arm from behind, “I need to go to school!!-”
When he turned around, he was shocked to find two men dressed up all in black. They didn’t look all too friendly and the death grip on his wrist confirmed that fact more. He frowned and tried to fight off one of the men who took hold of his wrists, “What the hell is this?! You think you can harass me just like this without a reason! I’m going to fucking scream my head off if you people don’t let go of me-!”
Before he could even pull out anymore expletives from his mouth, a white clothe found itself on his face. It covered his mouth and nose, blocking every possible entrance of breath for him. The rancid scent of chloroform forced itself on him, knocking out whatever made him conscious. But before he could fall limp in the mysterious man’s arms, he saw the silhouette of a tall figure he knew so well. The pointed hair and that shiny metal by his mouth gave him away; beneath his breath he whispered a name.
“Miyavi…?”
And all he saw black.
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Where’s Bou-chan? Doiha looked around worriedly, he almost called out to a similar looking girl only to realized she was some brace wearing senior. He didn’t like this; Bou was never absent and no way was that girl sick.
Did Miyavi do something to Bou?
“Hey look, it’s that little bimbo’s boyfriend” someone tapped him on the back of his head rather harshly, “Are you looking for your girl?”
“Hmp” chimed in a straight haired brunette with her high pitched tone, “It’s not like you’re going to be having much luck… Especially with how pissed that little bitch got Miyavi”
Doiha calmed himself; at best all he did was break his chopsticks from straining the powerful emotion coursing through his veins. Bou was right, people here are no good.
It was a good thing he knows how to control his anger. Despite his small form, he would be glad to break more than a few chopsticks.
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“Woah… I didn’t know we’re doing a guy…!”
“What do you mean its guy? Have you gone blind or something?!”
“If you’re not going to believe me, then check it out yourself!”
“A guy?! I thought Ore-sama said we’d be doing a chick!”
“Well, he does pass for a cute looking girl, I’d understand why Ore-sama would think it’s a chick…”
“A tranny! Ha, been a long time since I last saw a really convincing one!”
“Not like it’s going to make much of a difference anyway, I mean we are still doing him?”
“Oh yeah of course, you take off that uniform top, I’ll do his skirt…”
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He woke up with a start, jumping from where he was slumping when a smooth voice whispered “Wakey-wakey” in his ear.
“Oh my god…!” Bou looked around him; he was obviously not in school. He looked at the furniture around him, all antique and they all look really expensive, judging from the elegance they held. He turned around, first seeing the hundreds-maybe thousands- of books that were stacked neatly in the shelves. When he finally turned back, he saw the one person that brought him here.
“Hey, bomb shell” the eccentric looking rich boy waved a small hand, a smirk on his face. He was leaning on a mahogany study table. It crossed Bou’s mind how weird Miyavi looked especially with this kind of surrounding, wearing tattered jeans and a shirt that had random English words scrabbled in sizes and place everywhere. Last time they met, his hair was still a light brown color, now it was silver with blue highlights.
“Where the fuck am I?!” Bou shouted, stomping over to the ore-sama. He stopped right in front of Miyavi and leaned forward, his face scrunched up in anger and demanding.
“Where are you?” the ore-sama mockingly asked, “Well… you’re in my Mom’s library but you wouldn’t know that”
“You kidnapped me!” the blond exclaimed, “Last I checked, kidnapping people was illegal!!”
“Sixty million”
“Excuse me…?”
“You’re worth over sixty million-”
“You crazy fuck” the femme ranted, hitting Miyavi on the head, “So now you’ve resorted to human trafficking? I know you love humiliating people but to pull this bull shit-”
“Ferero Rocher?” Miyavi shoved a ball into Bou’s face, part of it was being chewed up in his mouth. “Just got them this morning”
“Huh…? What the fuck, are you trying to trick me??”
“Your dress; Candy Stripper’s latest brain child is worth over a good ten million. See the laces over here? Handmade and done within a span of a month even with the many help. This is couture, a first of its kind in the Candy Stripper business which is why it’s very expensive” the blond was stunned to silence as Miyavi ignored his early ranting and gently pulled at the laces and strings that were hanging on Bou’s dress.
“This is Tiffany and Co., beautiful, isn’t it? A good two hundred fifty thousand” Miyavi took the blonde’s hand and lifted it to his face. And when Bou finally saw the diamond bracelet hanging by his wrist, his eyes turned to plates, “It’s part of their newest collection, a set collaboration with Heidi Klum, that explain their elegant touch and the way they are all carefully placed. Heidi Klum is no dumb blonde” He smirked at his own little joke.
“Hey…!” Bou shouted, and already had most of his expletives ready out to use them against the guy.
“Your hair and makeup, which was done by one of Tokyo’s most sought make up team is already included in the sixty million. They did a good thing to your rather dry skin, now it’s smooth and silky.” the cross dresser flinched at the feel of Miyavi’s fingertips on his cheeks, “Especially with the time given to them, just amazing. There’s also the matter of your makeup, I’m guessing L’Oreal? Judging from the way your skin seems to glow. I’m not sure, since I didn’t get to see them at work, but I only L’Oreal to have this kind of effect on skin…
“And about your shoes, they’re from Charles and Keith, genius brand hailing from Singapore-”
“Okay, Mr. Metrosexual, first off, do not touch me. Apparently, you’re not just a kidnapper and some human trafficking agent, but you apparently are a freak who has a thing for molesting innocent people like me” the blond moved back one step, creeped out at the way Miyavi was so knowledgeable with things that doesn’t seem to fit his nature. And also, he really wasn’t that interested in wanting to know what mega brand the shoes he was wearing was from or the price tag attached, “I don’t have a fucking clue what you are talking about and I am not in the mood to know how much my shoes are worth… Can you please explain to me why are you making me the poster child of commercialism?! You do not go around doing this shit to people-”
“You’re not a girl” Miyavi stopped, once again, shut Bou’s blabbering mouth. It was then that it hit the blond that, obviously, he won’t be wearing these clothes right now if Miyavi (“Holy hell” the idea killed him) or anyone for that matter, if they didn’t take off his uniform.
Bou on instinct found his hands going to his chest, feeling naked all of sudden.
The autocrat felt pleased as the colors of Bou’s face drained the moment he uttered those words. The flush of angry red withering away to a pale color of white without delay.
“Oh, the loudmouth has suddenly turned mute” Miyavi laughed. Bou was completely oblivious to that comment, so Miyavi knows? What’s going to happen to him? Is he going to tell the school? He can’t do that.
“Look, bomb shell” Miyavi walked closer to Bou, the space between them disappeared. He lowered and tried to look into the blonde’s eyes as the blond averted his gaze to the side to keep himself from seeing Miyavi. “We can do it the hard way or we can do it the easy way… People from school, if they know you’re some little faggot dressed in drag, they’ll do more than what they are doing to you right now. Truth to god that would save me a lot of trouble, seeing as all I have to do then is just add the cherry on top of the sundae…”
“What do you want from me?” Bou hissed, moving his head away from Miyavi’s wicked whisper.
“Don’t worry, your dirty little secret is safe with me, bomb shell” the rich boy laughed, “I just want you to get out of my school”
“What?!”
“Do I have to repeat myself? I. Want. Your. Fucking. Ass. Out.” Miyavi carefully said each word, “It’s not that hard to understand, really. You can name your price, do you you want more jewelry? I know the owner of Gem Cerey very well. If you’re not much into Candy Stripper’s design, then I’ll try to hook up with H. Naoto-”
“So that’s why you got me this ugly dress? So you can bribe me?!” The blond stared angrily at those bright eyes.
“Would you rather a nasty controversy concerning a little blond cross dresser?” the boy lifted a brow, challenging this small student. “I know how to destroy your life, and I don’t even have to lift a fucking finger myself just to do that”
They gazed at each other’s orbs, one none too happy about the situation the other pair challenging him to say more.
“I’m not scared of you” the blond murmured beneath his breath.
“Come again” and once again, the young dictator cocked his head to the side, not sure if he really hear what the blond said.
“I. Am. Not. Scared. Of. You” Bou followed Miyavi’s word by word dictation, emphasizing his words the same Miyavi did to his. “Do you think you can scare me like that? Bribe me that easily? Don’t underestimate me, ore-sama, it’s going to take more than your fucking bribe-” the blond lifted the skirt of the expensive dress “-to get me out of that school. Tell my secret? Go ahead, tell the school, tell the newspapers, and if you get the chance tell the whole fucking country!”
Once again, the superiority has slipped from Miyavi’s fingers and even with Bou’s lack of height, the rich boy has once again found himself being towered by the words that went running out of this petite blonde’s mouth.
“Oh really?” Miyavi pushed again that fear in his chest; it was starting to become a habit of his now. Why is it so hard for him to just hurt this girl… Wait, it was a boy- Who the fuck cares?! “Big words for someone who’s about to lose practically what makes up his life”
“I told you, weren’t you listening?” Bou carefully but hastily unhooked the expensive bracelet from his wrist, taking Miyavi’s hand and pushed it back to the other, “I don’t fucking need your stupid money! You can’t scare me and you can’t buy your way to me! Are you deaf or are you just dumb? Try to destroy me, you try. Try to break my spirit, I dare you. Do not underestimate me, just because I’m poor doesn’t mean I don’t have backbone!”
Miyavi looked at the sparkling bracelet in his hand; he always thought it was the most beautiful thing before. He first saw this at New York, when he and his sister were running around Madison Avenue and he so happened to pass by the Tiffany store. It was really stupid, the fact that he was stopped by one bracelet. But he liked the little diamonds were placed carefully to form little flowers that didn’t look in anyway tacky. That was why he begged his big sister to get it for him, because if he ever finds the person he likes, he will make sure to give it to that person.
But when Bou shoved it back to his hand spite evident in the way he returned the thing, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the way the blond didn’t even bother taking a second look at the thing.
Then again, why did he use this bracelet to change the boy’s mind? And he has to take note that this is a boy.
A cross dressing boy, to be exact, his mind corrected, That’s really gross, you know?
“Fuck! Who cares!” Miyavi not wanting to analyze these weird feelings running about his chest, “You’re just some disgusting fag slut who likes tricking people into believing you’re a girl, when in truth you’re so repulsive! I don’t know in their right who would do something as revolting as… as… Hell, I can’t even figure anything to compare you with! That’s how gross you are!”
They shared one moment of awkward silence, Bou was actually not sure if he should still be pissed because in the span of five minutes he has developed this sense of dominance that was working well to his advantage. Even though there is the problem of Miyavi’s words turning into a reality, it didn’t really seem to matter to him.
“Wow… that was…” Bou snickered, a hand over his mouth, trying to force to stop himself because it was seriously breaking the power image he was wearing. “…Awkward…”
“I…! Um… you! Well, you’re not getting away with this…!” Miyavi found his tongue all tied up and his well practiced insults not working right for him today. This was wrong. This was impossible. He always had something up his sleeve, if not a word then it would be a swift punch to the looser that pissed him off. But whenever it was business considered the bomb shell, he just can’t seem to find anything to bite him against with. The fact that he knows the little blond happens to be a little fag just made it more even…
Intriguing?!, Miyavi seriously needs to take a rest from beating people up on a daily basis. He had a hand over his forehead, a big fat vein appearing on the side of his head as he pulled his dyed hair in frustration. WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?!
“… No… what the hell is happening to me?! What are these emotions?? They can’t be….” Miyavi babbled, turning his back on Bou as he started assessing himself without even realizing that he is starting to make a fool of himself in front of the blond.
Bou had a face that was a cross between confused and pity to the Miyavi who seriously seems to need help. Psychological help.
Is this the way rich people live?, the blond looked at the boy who was talking to himself. Miyavi even slapped himself while saying some bad word for doing… Okay, I didn’t catch last part.
Now that Miyavi was busy… talking to himself with his back turned to the blond, it would be a good time to just slowly slip away from this place. He took another fast survey of the room, trying to see if his school uniform was anywhere to be found. He frowned, well; at least those weren’t the only ones he has.
He slowly tiptoed to the door, making sure he twisted the door knob as slowly as he can as not to make that much noise.
“…What is this feeling?!!” Miyavi grabbed at his chest, feeling his heart run a marathon, “Why am I feeling this way???!!”
The autocrat heard the sound of a slammed door, and broken by the sound from outside his little world he turned around. And once again, he found that the blond has disappeared from his sight.
He slapped himself on the face, “Fuck! Well, at least I can actually catch that bitch this time!”
Smacking himself mentally for being so stupid as he ran after the blond.
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Bou has already travelled over a long a hallway, ran down carefully stairs dashed left to find another hallway and found another turn which led him to a big room. It was a big white room and it had little to almost no furniture at all, there was a grand staircase that led up to the second floor. Even with that, he still hasn’t found any sign of an exit.
He leaned on a wall, and let out a heavy sigh, “Damn, where the fuck am I?”
“Who are you?” a stern voice called out from behind, it jolted him out from his weary state.
The blond turned to meet eye to eye with a sophisticated woman and her right hand man carrying her things. She had sharp looking eyes, a tall aristocratic nose and red lips in a perpetual frown. If she just lifted the sides of her mouth instead of wearing an ugly frown, she could’ve been very beautiful.
“I asked you a question, most people would answer” the woman said, cold and uncaring, “Are you mute? Or are you deaf?”
I think I know who this is…, Bou had a huge sweat drop. “Um… I… I… am…”
“Speak up, I don’t have all day and your incompetence of forming a formal sentence is wasting my time”
Bitch was the only thing Bou had in mind. He opened his mouth once again, hoping for a good sentence to come out of his mouth. “I’m… I’m-”
“Fuck off, Oka-san” his eyes widened as he heard that voice. He could see the woman before him look at the owner of the voice with the same cold and uncaring eyes she gave to Bou; the speaker was someone behind him. He turned around to see Miyavi and his dyed hair, lip ring and punk attitude glaring daggers at the woman Bou knew was no one else but the boy’s mother. “She’s with me”
“Well, then” Bou turned back to the woman, she looked at Bou carefully surveying the blond as if he was some nasty bubblegum ball that was stuck on bottom of her heels, “I think, it be appropriate if you introduce me to this girl. I have never seen her here before and I think I have the right to know whatever company you bring to my house”
This asshole business does run in the family… at least she pulls it better, Bou mentally slapped himself, now wasn’t the time for ridiculous thoughts like those.
“This, Oka-san...” Bou felt Miyavi’s arm slip over his shoulders, and he looked up suspiciously at the tall boy who ignored him. “… Is my girlfriend”
At first he thought he heard wrong.
“What did you say?”
“Girlfriend. This girl is my girlfriend” he grinned evilly at the woman.
Bou heard something crack in him as he heard those words out of Miyavi’s mouth. It was that thin line that kept his sanity in check, and the moment Miyavi-
“A girlfriend you say?”
“Yup, this lucky girl is the girl for me! See…” Miyavi took Bou’s hand and pulled out the bracelet that Bou refused before and hooked it back to the blonde’s hand. He hauled the petite femme’s wrist up for his dear mother to see his so called proof of love, “I’m making her wear this!”
Miyavi’s mother’s face held a strong look of shock, shock for two things. One for the bracelet that she knew Miyavi would never let anyone touch and two to the girl who suddenly fainted in the boy’s arms.
A/N: See my Dears how much I love you?? I love you, my Dears, so much that I have tried my best to update this fic in the shortest time possible! Give me your bananas, I shall be full. Give me tetsu and I will be your slave for the rest of eternity.
I also want to repeat what I said in my first comment: ALL OF WHAT MIYAVI SAID DURING HIS MONOLOGUE ABOUT BOU’S CLOTHES ARE FAKE OKAY? ESPECIALLY THAT BULL SHIT ABOUT HEIDI KLUM WORKING FOR TIFFANY’S, OKAY SWEETIES?
Tiny facts about the brands I used: I( just wanted to make sure. Yes all the brands are real.)
1. Candy Stripper happens to be one of tetsu’s favorite brands just so you know.
2. Charles&Keith is a Singapore based store that sells very nice shoes.
3. Ferero Rocher is chocolate that I actually don’t like eating but for the sake of the story.
4. H. Naoto is the dude who designed the clothes for bands like Ayabie and S.K.I.N.
5. Heidi Klum is the host of my absolutely favorite tv show, Project Runway, she is a German model who has her line of jewelry but I don’t know if she has in some point of her life ever designed anything for Tiffany. Though I know she does sandals for Birkenstock.
6. You all know about L’Oreal, so yeah. I don’t know any good makeup artist up in Tokyo so I just kinda let that one slip… ^_^’’
7. And I bet you know what band designed rings for Gem Cerey! XDD
My longest note! I’m sorry for bombarding you guys with so much information, but I’m just a sucker for brands. (Especially the ones tetsu likes!)
So now we have that! La li ho! What will happen! Oh dear! Let us go shiningly! Till the next chapter my dear friends!
I just want to shout out to that German person who commented on my last chapter! Thanks to you and people like
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