Title: My Heart Draws A Dream! (Bonus Chapter of Whimsical Nonsense)
Author: earnestinberlin
Theme: 007. Autumn
Rating: PG
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Own them? I can’t even afford the clothe used to make tetsu’s scarf. I’m that poor.
Comments:: I’m sorry for being such a loser minna-san but then I have no idea how to write this prompt- and I’m such a stickler, I don’t want to mess the pattern. So, here is an Extra story! ^_____^’’
Summary: A peek into the past of a certain asshole and “deleted” scene (yeah right!) for you all! Hahaha.

Previously:
Chapitre Un
Chapitre Deux
Chapitre Trois
Chapitre Quatre
Chapitre Cinq
Chapitre Six

Bonus Chapter of Whimsical Nonsense (Chapitre Sept)

When Miyavi was six years old, his sister thought it be nice to bring her little brother to the park. Just because their mother would rather they spend with the “right” people, she’d rather her little brother learn the affair of looking for friends with real people, than the plastics that makes up the high society.

It was autumn then, the trees were all shedding their leaves and the flowers were all withering away to beautiful shades of brown and orange. Being the little scared-cat that he was (“Oneeh-chan, I’m a tiger! Not a cat!” the little boy pointed out angrily as he teased him endless), she carried him to the park both wearing their expensive kimonos and wooden slippers.

“But Onee-chan! I don’t want to go!!” little Miyavi whined for what could be the millionth time ever since she carried him off secretly from their home. “Oka-san would be so mad if she finds out where you’re taking me! I’m telling!”

“Well, okay” his sister smiled at him, impishly, and carefully laid out the future as she slowly looked for the playground while carrying her brother. “If you tell Oka-san, then that would mean she’ll have to send me off to New York and if I’m in New York that would also mean I won’t be at home…. And if I’m not at home, that would mean no Takoyaki!”

People were looking at them, the girl couldn’t pin point why people were wasting their time looking at them, and it’s not as if wearing a kimono in public was something new in Japan. She just ignored their stares and listened to the reply she got from her little brother.

“No!!” the boy cried, “I don’t want you to go to New York!! You have to stay here!”

“Well, then it’s a deal, then? You don’t tell Oka-san and I’ll be here in Japan as long as you want!” the boy pouted, his arms crossed on his chest and he begrudgingly agreed to the deal.

“Then my little Miyavi” she kissed his small forehead.

“Eeew! Onee-chan! You just kissed me!” he tried to wipe off the imaginary germs on his forehead as she giggled slightly. Her brother means the whole world to her, and she knows that despite his constant denials he loves her too. She wants him to learn how to interact with people, that’s why she’s bringing him to the park, despite their mother’s abhorrence to people who actually works for a living.

“Ah, here we are!” She looked at the playground, there weren’t that much kids playing out today but there was that cute looking girl over there. He can talk to her and they can play and share a special bond and before they know it they can have one of those cute little promises those couples to be on the anime she saw!

“Onee-chan! Can you put me down now…?” Miyavi broke her thoughts, he starting be creeped out by the weird smile she had on her face. The last time he saw his sister smile like that was when something really, really bad happened at home. He was kind of young back then, so he didn’t understand what was happening, but from what he saw… He saw his sister with that exact same smile while everyone in their mansion panicked left to right with their mother screaming to high heavens.

“Oh… Oh! I’m sorry, Meevers” the girl brushed away the thoughts aside, she seriously should stop watching shoujo for a while. “Look, there’s that sweet looking girl over there, why don’t you play with her…?”

“But I don’t want to play with poor people!” the little boy whined.

“Sweetie, just because they don’t have as much toys as you do or go to countries at the drop of a hat like we do doesn’t mean some of these people can’t be your friends”

“But Oka-san said…!”

“Forget what Oka-san said!” the girl waved all of his other belief away in the air, “She’s just too stuck to know what’s really good for you!”

“But…”

“No buts! Come on, see that girl, she seems pretty sweet” she pointed out the same girl again. The images of her shoujo manga fantasies coming to life before her eyes, “She might want to play with you… just give it a try… for me?”

He pouted, but in the end agreed and trod slowly to the girl. She was a pretty blond playing on her own in the playground’s sand box. The girl was trying to form shapes and something that resembles a duck that got run over by a truck. Or so he thinks.

“Hi!” the little girl looked up from her little creation and waved a hand, little Miyavi ignored the greeting not used to having someone of lower standard talking to him. The boy rolled his eyes, as the girl pouted at being ignored but shrugged it away. Maybe there are some people who don’t like being greeted.

“What are you making…?” Little Miyavi asked, though he didn’t seem that interested in what she was making. He wasn’t even looking at what she was making.

“I’m making a tower!” the girl replied enthusiastically. And thinking she caught enough of the boy’s attention she told the story about her deformed tower, “See this tower’s where Sleeping Beauty’s staying! And see here!-” she pulled out a rubber duck with a handmade crown and a red cape, “-Mama won’t buy me a real boy doll, so I had to use Miku’s Ducky dolls… But this is the Prince! But don’t worry, he won’t be a ducky for a long time! He’ll be a cute handsome prince when my dolly, Lala-” she was about to get her dolly when Miyavi broke introduction.

“You’re so stupid! A ducky can’t be human being! You’re so dumb!! And that’s a very ugly looking tower! It looks like something a truck ran over!” the boy sneered, hoping to dash her spirits but instead what he saw were black clouds sprouting at the side of her head and hitodamas to match.

To say he surprised was an understatement, he took a step back- not knowing in the future he will have to step back a lot.

“What did you say about my tower…?” the blond girl hissed, her face not anymore pretty as it darkened in silent rage, she gripped her shovel tight.

“I said it looked ugly!” Miyavi spat back, rather arrogantly, not knowing he was digging up his own grave. “And you’re as ugly as what you made too”

Miyavi’s sister was happily giggling to a newly acquainted copy of Hana Yori Dango when she looked up from her manga to see whatever was happening to her brother and the girl when all she saw was her little brother running to her with tears streaming down his eyes. The boy was clutching at his left eye as he wailed.

“Eeeh??!” the girl dropped her manga and ran to her brother, “What happened? Don’t tell me that girl did this to you!”

“I just said her tower was ugly! And then she had clouds and hitodamas and punched me on the eye!” she slowly pulled down his hand and it revealed a black eye.

“Oh crap, Oka-san’s going to wonder where that came from” the girl said nervously, how can a girl, the same age as her brother, do this? It was impossible! She looked over her brother’s shoulder and saw the girl at the sand box, still making whatever she was making as if nothing has just transpired. She sweat dropped, all her shoujo fantasies ripped to pieces at as she decided to bring her little brother home- all the while thinking up a good excuse as to how to explain to their mother dear about that blemish on his face.

And that was the last time Miyavi ever went to any park in his lifetime.

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And even until now, ten years after the incident, he has yet to relieve himself of the memory of that mysterious girl who punched him. Jack pot, black eye and a mar on his manhood- but of course no one but his sister knows this.

“… And that girl…” Miyavi’s chauffeur had to pass by that special park. The autumn leaves still fell the same way they did the first time he got his black eye. They did not change their moods and their sweet falling just went as planned. But his vision was disturbed by the added detail of a girl he knows all too well. It was that little bomb shell at school, the blond who hit him on the face with the door. The nerve of that bitch, and hitting him on the face in front of the whole school, too!

Hmp, the ore-sama smirked, it was all set anyway.

“Wait a second…” by some sort of magical force, a slight traffic settled in and it made the smooth flow of the once moving car stop. Miyavi had this weird feeling. That feeling you get when you feel… what was that saying in French again?

“… Déjà vu…?” he uttered silently to himself, as the blond pigtailed girl who tarnished his manliness stopped in the middle of the park, right in front of the sand box. Then a weird thought came into head that made his eyes grow twice its size, “You have got-”

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“-to be kidding me” Bou whispered, a small smile caressing his feminine features as he went down and played a little with the sand. When he was younger, he remembered getting pissed off at a boy who seemed just a tad bit older than him, maybe by two years.

Then he frowned, “It can’t be him” there has got be millions of arrogant kids running around a Japan, surely it wasn’t him. And besides from Miyavi’s constant image change (“Which is getting worse every time”), he really can’t tell if the boy from before was really that asshole of an ‘ore-sama’.

“Hey, Bou!” Miku called out, waving at him, “What are you still doing there? Let’s go home now! I have homework!”

“H-h-hai!!” the blond replied, standing up and walking hastily to his friend, all the while thinking about that memory.





A/N: Okay, that was really short and ridiculous, so I apologize right now for the crap ass chapter that is this. But it’s just that I don’t want to skip a Prompt! Don’t worry guys, the next chapter won’t take that long, so hold on!