Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
Author:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
earnestinberlin
Theme: 008. Beauty
Rating: PG
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: SRSLY. I told you I do not own these people! I mean, I can buy them but it’s like… the law called it “human trafficking” if I do.
Comments:: Wow! This is the first time I am giving a chaptered story so much love! I just want to thank the people who always drop by to read my story. It seriously means a lot to me that you guys come over my journal to read this fanfic!
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
Chapitre Sept (Bonus Chapter)
Chapitre Huit
“What… what’s… what’s this…?” the taller boy stepped back, his veins coursing with fear at the scene before him. He felt the wall behind his back, and slowly he crumbled to the floor, a mess of emotion all floating confused in his head. His other friend tried to explain, tried to reach out to him. “No, I’m just… Oh my god… This is not real…”
“Please” the raven haired boy cupped the other’s scared face in his hands, “I’m not bad, please don’t believe this… It’s not me… This is not who I really am”
“I don’t know who to believe”
“Believe me” he kissed his lips, hoping to calm his friend down. But when he looked at that face once again, he looked for his eyes but could only see the lids shut down with tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’m not like this”
“Oka-san told me-” he slowly opened his eyes, there was blood on his face now, marked from his friend’s hands. He doesn’t want to know why he killed them. He doesn’t want to know why he did these things.
“Please” he begged, clutching at his weak shoulders, the red staining the expensive Vivienne Westwood shirt he was wearing, “Please believe me, you know me more than this! You know I would never do these things! This is not who I am, this is not me”
“Oka-san was right” he looked at the other with glazed eyes, “You’re bad”
Click and shut.
Tetsu looked at the other things he has to pack. He didn’t bother with the furniture, seeing as Yamada had that all taken cared off. There were still some of his Gundam figures that he wants to carefully put in boxes. The brunette has no intention of asking help, seeing as these things were made by his hands, letting others touch it would result in unfortunate mishap. He was not going to let that happen, especially to his action figures.
“Aaah” he smiled, carefully taking his first figure with two hands, carefully and precise as if he was handling a very important piece of material, “My first model…” he smiled, reminiscing the birthday he got this. His heart melted along with the happiness on his face as he realized how he came to acquire such a rare item.
His phone rang, breaking anymore walks down his memory. The brunette carried his model and settled it to his bed side table, making sure it wasn’t sitting anywhere near the edge. He flopped to the bed, and reached for his white phone.
“Oh…” was all that came out of his mouth as he saw where the message was from. The brunette deleted without even reading and proceeded to clean up his other toys, forgetting the one that was waiting for him on the shelf.
“Onnichan!” a voice called out, he looked at the doorway and saw Takanori by the door’s frame “The people from the Diamond Company are here”
“Oh, dear” the brunette shook his head; he was hoping to get one day all for himself. But business was business and he was not supposed to ignore these kinds of things, “Did you lead them to the living room?”
“Duh, I did” his little brother said, he went inside the room. His usually raven hair now has streaks of yellow running through.
“Hey… I don’t remember those highlights when you still went to school!”
“Huh, what are…?” then he felt his hair, and he realized he has forgotten to wear his hood, “Damn! You weren’t supposed to know until New York!”
“Well, smart ass, I do now” his older brother shook his head; he stood up and walked over to his brother. He combed his hand on Takanori’s hair, nothing new but those strips of gold just didn’t sit well with him, though it did look nice “We will talk about this, later”
“But it’s not like they’re going to mind in New York!”
“Not the point, I am interested in the story behind this one” he nudged the boy’s forehead, and smirked, “And I hope this one’s better than your other ridiculous tall tales-”
“Hey, Ni-chan” Takanori pointed at the ringing cell phone on the bed, “Aren’t you going to answer that…?”
Tetsu looked at it for a while, the ring tone the only sound between him and his brother. And Takanori saw the slow darkened of tetsu’s face; they both knew very well from whom that call was. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure this one out.
“It can wait” tetsu ignored the ringing, and walked down the hall.
“But what if it’s Hy-”
“Don’t you dare say that name!” tetsu lashed, not caring if his brother got hurt in the process. His brother was taken back, but tetsu just turned his back and left to meet with the people downstairs. There were so many things that child doesn’t know, and he’d rather this than involving him in his pathetic love story. The one didn’t seem to end in a happy ever after.
Takanori frowned, and the phone kept ringing on tetsu’s bed. The younger boy stared at it, and then within the next second he took it and answered, “Haido-oni…?”
69696969696
“Wow… so you really are not a guy!” Sugizo exclaimed, the other’s face was just a few inches away from his. His grogginess aside, he yelped at the proximity and kicked the intruder without second thought or delay. He doesn’t normally wake up with people gawking at him, especially not twice in the same day!
“Get away from me! Pervert!!”
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!!” Sugizo let out a good manly shout as his chest was pushed back at the impact of Bou’s kick. His arms went flying in the air before he lost his balance and went down to the floor in his downfall.
“What the fuck is going on here?!” Miyavi stomped in the room, and then was quickly followed by Yoshiki who had a look of pure worry on his face.
“That bitch of yours just kicked me!” Sugizo pointed accusingly at Bou, and then he added with awe in his voice evident “Seriously, Miyavi, this fag’s got spunk! He looks hot like a girl but he can seriously throw a good hit! No wonder you were knocked down that day!”
“Hey!” Bou yelled, getting off the bed and stared daggers at the red head who was still on the floor, and with strength the three boys never knew Bou had, he grabbed at Sugizo’s collar and pulled him up so he can give the other a good one on one on his version of manners “One, do not call me arse’s bitch if you still want your two kidney inside your anatomy. Two, fuck you for calling me a fag! Just because I’m one doesn’t mean you can resort to horrible tags! Three, I don’t take kindly to waking up being harassed. Good example would be what you did to me and you can tell I am not very happy about that!”
“Get off of me! I wasn’t harassing you, I swear!” the red head cried out, pools of sweat running down his face as Bou’s angry outburst reduced him to a sad display of humanity. It was bad enough that he had to be degraded this way, but to be degraded by a guy in a dress was good enough reason never to show his face to the population ever again.
“Um… Miss, Sir… Uh…” Yoshiki started, knowing full well of Bou’s real gender, not sure which formality to address him by with. “Can… you let go of Sugizo…? Or at least lessen your handling of him…? His color’s changing and that’s usually not a good thing-”
“And you!” Bou let go of Sugizo, and the red head took in a big gulp of air. The little blonde’s grip on his collar was iron tight, and the lack of air almost turned him blue. Bou ignored Yoshiki, seeing as he doesn’t have any business with him (“… And he seems like an okay person” his inner thought added). He took haste steps to the reason why he was stuck in a house he has no idea of getting out of, before the blond could snap at the tall boy, Miyavi already had a head start.
“What the fuck did you do that for?!” Miyavi bellowed, his hand facing angrily at his friend who was still recovering from the treatment Bou just served him with. “Are you trying to kill my mate, you bitch!”
“Oh, now it's my fault! Well, excuse me, Ore-sama, I mean, I wasn’t just kidnapped today by some creep who’s gayer than I am… And I’m a cross dresser, Jesus H. Christ” the blond had his hands in the air in exasperation.
“Did you just call me a faggot?!” Miyavi towered the femme.
“Well, what else can you be? I mean, come on! Normal guys usually don’t give a flying fuck about brands and there you go telling me all this Candy Whore-”
“It’s Candy Stripper, you ignorant little hick!”
“See! On top of that, you just went around claiming me as your little fuck-toy! And to your mother nonetheless!”
“Woah, he said what?!” Sugizo butted in, amused at the little fact that his friend has somehow overlooked them a little information when giving them four-one-one about his new muse. “You just didn't diss your mother with this-”
“Shut up, Sugizo! I’m still talking!” the boy flipped the finger at his friend with veins popping over his head as he battled head on against the femme “You should be thanking me, bomb shell! Without me coming in to save your fucking ass over there, my mom would have your face under her heels!!”
“I’d rather have that happen to me than having to put up with the likes of you!” Bou pushed Miyavi, this left Sugizo and Yoshiki in grand levels of wonder.
“I don’t care if that’s a fag, I wanna have his ass!” Sugizo pulled at Miyavi’s sleeve, eyeing the blond hungrily as if he was some prized toy in a store. “I mean, this girl… guy! Whatever, most people get bat shit scared touching you but this one's hitting right up, I want to have him!”
“Shut up!” the mentioned blond screeched, not helping the tinge of red running through his cheeks at the declaration. By instinct his hand went over to his ass protectively, scared that the redhead might come anywhere near it “Just because you’re rich doesn’t mean I’m going to be your fuck buddy!”
“Get off me, dick head!” Miyavi pushed his friend aside, “Who’s fucking side are you on?!”
“Well, I’m on the side that’s with the nice ass!” the red head grinned at Bou’s direction.
“Sugizo… Miss…? Miyavi…?” Yoshiki tried to stop the whole tirade of angry words, calmly but failing hopelessly as the argument travelled from Miyavi to Bou to Bou versus Sugizo to Sugizo versus Miyavi. “Guys… please…? Um hello, can you… wait…! Um…”
“SHUT UP!” All three boys shouted at the helpless other, who just followed what they all said and zipped his mouth.
“How the fuck did you get in the conversation?!” Miyavi pointed out to his red haired friend, and then he grabbed Bou’s wrist, the one with the Tiffany bracelet, “And besides, see this. Bomb shell over here is mine, so you better lay off or I’m going to kick your ass way over to Switzerland!”
“What the fuck! Since when was I yours I don’t remember liking you one bit and you go around acting as if I was your property!” the blond took hold of his wrist, roughly forcing it out of Miyavi’s tight grip, “It's not like these things are your gifts, these are you fucking bribes! I do not like you and I will never will!”
“Huh, seriously?!” Sugizo exclaimed, overjoyed at Bou’s declaration of hate, “See, he hates you! I’ll be his suitor-”
“I never said anything about wanting to have a suitor!! And you are so not my type!”
“See! You’re not his type, so if you don’t want me to break your bones, you better stop trying to take what’s mine!” Miyavi said, angrily.
“That’s it!” Bou butted in, pushing the two out of his way and moving straight to the door. “First you kidnap me, harass me, and call me your fuck toy… then what?! You brought them-”he turned to look at the occupants of the room and pointed accusingly at Yoshiki (who went “Eh…?) and Sugizo (“Hey, babe” followed by a sexy wink), “-And what are they doing here?! Don’t tell me you bought along a pack of LSD to get the whole party started!”
“I’m not part of any of these things!! I have no intention of pulling anything close to rape!” Yoshiki waved his hands, trying to clear him of any involvement. “I like playing around with girls and guys, but I’m not going to be a bastard and try to do that to anyone! I swear!”
“LSD, huh… that would be a very good idea…!” the red haired boy rubbed his chin in thoughtful consideration, “Ooh, that would make everything really nice. I should seriously consider that the next time I go out-”
“SHUT UP!!” this time both Miyavi and Bou shouted at the red head. This certainly did worked.
“Just because I know a handful of drug lords doesn’t mean I’ll resort to that dirty tactic!” And everyone went into an eerie silence. Bou not really sure anymore how to reply to a statement like that, Yoshiki and Sugizo smacking themselves on the head for Miyavi’s slip.
“I just want my clothes back and I want out of this horrible place!”
“Fine, get out of my room and house! I don’t ever want to see you or your faggot ass near me ever again!” Miyavi pushed Bou angrily out of the door of his room. “You can fucking get your clothes and you can go away to wherever hell hole we picked you up! I don’t give a fuck anymore! Just get out of my sight!”
69696969696
Bou found himself being pushed out of the gates of the Lee Mansion by one of the house help. He was still wearing the white dress and Charles&Keith shoes, he was going to vehemently shout his displeasure at not getting his school uniform when they threw it out at him along with his bag.
“Well, thanks a lot for nothing, bastards!” the blonde shouted, gathering all of his stuff at once and waving his only free arm in the air.
It was then that he really had a good look at how big Miyavi’s house was. It was bigger than his apartment by what? Ten thousand times! He sweat dropped, realizing something he should’ve a realized a little early when he was still inside the house.
“Oh crap… what was I thinking?!” Bou turned white all over and fell into a pile of self pity, “I’m doomed”
His cell phone rang, and it broke him from his current realization. The blond went down and searched for his phone in his bag and flipped it open, it was a phone call from Miku.
“Miku…?”
“Bou, where were you the whole day! I dropped by your university and you weren’t there! And I’ve left you like what?! Six million messages already! Where the hell are you??” Miku’s voice was very fast, too fast that it took Bou a while just to figure out half of what the other was saying. “Did that Miyavi dick do something to you??? Bou, I don’t fucking care about this Doiha crush of yours but you seriously-”
“Miku! Wait! Hold it; I can’t understand technically most of what you just said!” Bou tried to calm his friend on the phone.
“Well, excuse me, for being so worried!!” Miku’s voice went out loud, that the blond had to hold the phone away from his ear for fear of going deaf. “If you’re okay with killing yourself, well that’s grand and all but I’m not… Do you realize how expensive rent is if I’m going to pay it on my own??”
“Look! Miku! Stop!” the blond said, happy for his friend’s concern, “I’ll tell you, but not here! I’ll go to the Café, okay? And I’ll explain everything there”
69696969696
The initial reaction would be of surprise, at the lack of scratches and no signs of harassment anywhere. Miku in his Merry Café uniform jumped over the counter ran over to Bou and hugged him so tight the femme almost went unconscious from the lack of air. Despite his angry tone on the phone earlier, he showed deathly worry at why Bou didn’t go to school that day and checked whatever of Bou he can that might be broken because as he said, paying rent was better with more people than just one.
And so after the first round of inspection and recheck, questions that the cross dresser promise to answer if Miku swears to stops his talking marathon and let him process what he’s going to tell him.
“… So… that’s what happened?” the brunette asked, his brows furrowed in confusion a bit at the whole ordeal. For someone who’s known to be very brutal, dressing Bou up wasn’t exactly his idea of torture. “And here I was thinking water torture or the wheel…”
“Miku, this is the twentieth century!” the blond said, “I doubt anyone’s going to use those things!”
“Hello, like how hard it is to pull a good water torture?” Miku sneered, “That aside, you’re still wearing the stuff Miyavi put on you?”
“Well, duh” Bou said sarcastically, pointing at his outfit.
“You know, for a dick head, he sure has great taste…” first admiring the pretty design and the intricate couture on the whole of the dress but reverted back to his bashing when he saw the look on Bou’s face “I mean; what a dick head!”
“It’s not use!” Bou wailed, his hands going to his face, “I’m so dead! Why did I have to diss him and his friends! Miku, let’s just get my funeral papers out already… I don’t know what I’m going to do!”
“I told you! Just get out of that place and transfer to some other school! You know; decent schools with decent people!”
“No, Miku!” Bou stood abruptly from his chair, slamming his fist down the table, “See what Miyavi did to me?! He knows we don’t have enough, so he thought he could bribe me into getting out! My pride’s at stake here!”
“Oh god…” Miku shook his head, then pointed at his dress “Since when did you have pride anyway?!!”
“My sexuality is a different thing, arse head and you know that!” the femme bellowed, slapping the brunette’s pointing hand away.
“And this is coming from the same person who’s going to complain how doomed he is! And by the way, what songs do you want to play at your funeral? Because I guess they won’t let us play Antic Ca-” he added sarcastically, but before he could finish Bou cut him off.
“Miku, don’t you understand?! He’s underestimating me because I’m poor! And what’s worse, I’m a fag in a dress!-”
“And pretty one at that too-”
“Shut up! And what’s worse is I’m a faggot in a dress?! Don’t you understand?! He’s just degrading me and I don’t want that! I can’t let people trample me just like that!”
“But Bou, Miyavi’s a fucking power player, what chance do you have against someone like him?”
“Miku, I don’t know how I’m going to go against him and a school full of gung-ho idiots” he said honestly, “But it’s a bet I might as well take, if I can’t stop Miyavi from doing what he’s doing. If I can’t stand up to him, then who will? People get hurt everyday because of he’s stupid ideals and I can’t take anymore of this nonsense. I’d rather be the one hurt than another whole pack of students being tortured for something as petty as slipping in front of him”
The brunette sighed, looked at his friend and turned back to the counter.
“Miku….”
“No, Bou, I understand, I do” he said, not looking back at his friend.
And for a moment, there was only silence between them.
“What kind of flowers would you like?”
“Excuse me?”
“You like Baby’s Breath right? For your funeral I mean-”
“MIKU, DID YOU JUST NOT LISTEN TO MY AWESOMELY MARTYR LIKE SPEECH?!” Bou screeched throwing his bag right on Miku’s face.
69696969696
Gackt groaned and rolled over to the side, opposite to the sound of his cell phone ringing. He pulled his pillow that he was using and covered his head with it. Anything just to keep him from answering his phone. Regardless of much effort he used in putting off having to answer the phone, his ring tone still went flying up in the air poking him at every possible hole.
“Gaku-oni…” Mana groaned, from beside him, he was wearing a simple white shirt paired with a cute pair of pajamas and he carried a small doll that looked like Gackt in his arms. The night’s sleep still heavy on his eyes as he sat up slowly, he rubbed his eyes and noticed his brother has yet to move the pillow of his face and the phone was still ignored. The cross dresser put a hand on his brother’s shoulder and started moving him, “Gaku-oni, wake up! Someone’s calling you!! Gaku-oni~!”
Since two against one was never a good thing, Gackt followed the inevitable and slowly sat, his phone still making noise and Mana stopped (finally) trying to wake him up.
“Can you please tell the person calling you to call at a more appropriate time? It’s two in the morning…” Mana complained a bit before snuggling back with his Gackt doll to bed.
The blond looked at his now asleep brother; he checked his phone and knew he wasn’t wrong when he first guessed who would be calling. He begrudgingly answered the phone.
“Miyavi, its two o clock in the morning, you realize that…?”
“Gackt… please explain to me why I feel like I ran a thousand miles??”
“I don’t know Miyavi… maybe because you did…?” the blond said, sarcasm and weariness mixing together in his voice.
“No, no! It’s that blond…-”
You do realize that Bou’s not a girl…?, Mana’s words came floating to mind
“-I… I sort of… took her today and… I did… stuff to-”
“To him?”
“How did you know?” Miyavi asked amazed at Gackt’s knowledge.
“Mana met him, it’s some cross dresser code I guess” the boy shrugged his shoulders, “Then what happened next? Don’t tell me you raped him… because that would be one huge step… seeing as you’re a vir-”
“Shut up! What is up with you people thinking I’m going fuck the first ass I see in sight?”
“Don’t know… gut feeling” in reality, if it was just at least seven in the morning Gackt would’ve been interested in having this conversation. But seeing as it was two, and not seven, his eyes threatening to go down as his brain slowly disregarded information and is just extracting- well trying- the important bits, all he’s interested in was to go back to sleep. “Please skip details… My brain doesn’t work that well in two in the morning. What do you want to tell me that it can’t wait at least seven o’clock?”
“I think… I think… I actually like him”
Silence.
69696969696
“Hey… Gackt? You still there?” Miyavi asked, and without warning he heard a click and the line went dead. “Gackt…? Gackt?? Gackt??”
69696969696
“Stupid prank callers… early in the morning nonetheless” Gackt complained, falling asleep with his half brother.
His phone rang again, he didn’t sit up but his hand reached for it, grabbed it and threw it aside.
A/N: Okay, I know this is random! But forgive me. And sorry for the random chapter back there. XDDD Okay, um I don’t have a lot to say but yes I am happy that I got to post this. Give me chocolate. I want them!! Thanks for dropping by and reading my fanfics! :D Give me your comments! Each comment makes my heart swell with joy and makes me write my fanfics faster!!
Oh my why is gackt and mana sleeping on the same bed!! Hahaha, I actually finished this two days ago, but I didn't want to overload my journal with fanfics... So yeah. XDD
Author:
earnestinberlinTheme: 008. Beauty
Rating: PG
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: SRSLY. I told you I do not own these people! I mean, I can buy them but it’s like… the law called it “human trafficking” if I do.
Comments:: Wow! This is the first time I am giving a chaptered story so much love! I just want to thank the people who always drop by to read my story. It seriously means a lot to me that you guys come over my journal to read this fanfic!
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
Chapitre Sept (Bonus Chapter)
Chapitre Huit
“What… what’s… what’s this…?” the taller boy stepped back, his veins coursing with fear at the scene before him. He felt the wall behind his back, and slowly he crumbled to the floor, a mess of emotion all floating confused in his head. His other friend tried to explain, tried to reach out to him. “No, I’m just… Oh my god… This is not real…”
“Please” the raven haired boy cupped the other’s scared face in his hands, “I’m not bad, please don’t believe this… It’s not me… This is not who I really am”
“I don’t know who to believe”
“Believe me” he kissed his lips, hoping to calm his friend down. But when he looked at that face once again, he looked for his eyes but could only see the lids shut down with tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’m not like this”
“Oka-san told me-” he slowly opened his eyes, there was blood on his face now, marked from his friend’s hands. He doesn’t want to know why he killed them. He doesn’t want to know why he did these things.
“Please” he begged, clutching at his weak shoulders, the red staining the expensive Vivienne Westwood shirt he was wearing, “Please believe me, you know me more than this! You know I would never do these things! This is not who I am, this is not me”
“Oka-san was right” he looked at the other with glazed eyes, “You’re bad”
Click and shut.
Tetsu looked at the other things he has to pack. He didn’t bother with the furniture, seeing as Yamada had that all taken cared off. There were still some of his Gundam figures that he wants to carefully put in boxes. The brunette has no intention of asking help, seeing as these things were made by his hands, letting others touch it would result in unfortunate mishap. He was not going to let that happen, especially to his action figures.
“Aaah” he smiled, carefully taking his first figure with two hands, carefully and precise as if he was handling a very important piece of material, “My first model…” he smiled, reminiscing the birthday he got this. His heart melted along with the happiness on his face as he realized how he came to acquire such a rare item.
His phone rang, breaking anymore walks down his memory. The brunette carried his model and settled it to his bed side table, making sure it wasn’t sitting anywhere near the edge. He flopped to the bed, and reached for his white phone.
“Oh…” was all that came out of his mouth as he saw where the message was from. The brunette deleted without even reading and proceeded to clean up his other toys, forgetting the one that was waiting for him on the shelf.
“Onnichan!” a voice called out, he looked at the doorway and saw Takanori by the door’s frame “The people from the Diamond Company are here”
“Oh, dear” the brunette shook his head; he was hoping to get one day all for himself. But business was business and he was not supposed to ignore these kinds of things, “Did you lead them to the living room?”
“Duh, I did” his little brother said, he went inside the room. His usually raven hair now has streaks of yellow running through.
“Hey… I don’t remember those highlights when you still went to school!”
“Huh, what are…?” then he felt his hair, and he realized he has forgotten to wear his hood, “Damn! You weren’t supposed to know until New York!”
“Well, smart ass, I do now” his older brother shook his head; he stood up and walked over to his brother. He combed his hand on Takanori’s hair, nothing new but those strips of gold just didn’t sit well with him, though it did look nice “We will talk about this, later”
“But it’s not like they’re going to mind in New York!”
“Not the point, I am interested in the story behind this one” he nudged the boy’s forehead, and smirked, “And I hope this one’s better than your other ridiculous tall tales-”
“Hey, Ni-chan” Takanori pointed at the ringing cell phone on the bed, “Aren’t you going to answer that…?”
Tetsu looked at it for a while, the ring tone the only sound between him and his brother. And Takanori saw the slow darkened of tetsu’s face; they both knew very well from whom that call was. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure this one out.
“It can wait” tetsu ignored the ringing, and walked down the hall.
“But what if it’s Hy-”
“Don’t you dare say that name!” tetsu lashed, not caring if his brother got hurt in the process. His brother was taken back, but tetsu just turned his back and left to meet with the people downstairs. There were so many things that child doesn’t know, and he’d rather this than involving him in his pathetic love story. The one didn’t seem to end in a happy ever after.
Takanori frowned, and the phone kept ringing on tetsu’s bed. The younger boy stared at it, and then within the next second he took it and answered, “Haido-oni…?”
69696969696
“Wow… so you really are not a guy!” Sugizo exclaimed, the other’s face was just a few inches away from his. His grogginess aside, he yelped at the proximity and kicked the intruder without second thought or delay. He doesn’t normally wake up with people gawking at him, especially not twice in the same day!
“Get away from me! Pervert!!”
“Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!!” Sugizo let out a good manly shout as his chest was pushed back at the impact of Bou’s kick. His arms went flying in the air before he lost his balance and went down to the floor in his downfall.
“What the fuck is going on here?!” Miyavi stomped in the room, and then was quickly followed by Yoshiki who had a look of pure worry on his face.
“That bitch of yours just kicked me!” Sugizo pointed accusingly at Bou, and then he added with awe in his voice evident “Seriously, Miyavi, this fag’s got spunk! He looks hot like a girl but he can seriously throw a good hit! No wonder you were knocked down that day!”
“Hey!” Bou yelled, getting off the bed and stared daggers at the red head who was still on the floor, and with strength the three boys never knew Bou had, he grabbed at Sugizo’s collar and pulled him up so he can give the other a good one on one on his version of manners “One, do not call me arse’s bitch if you still want your two kidney inside your anatomy. Two, fuck you for calling me a fag! Just because I’m one doesn’t mean you can resort to horrible tags! Three, I don’t take kindly to waking up being harassed. Good example would be what you did to me and you can tell I am not very happy about that!”
“Get off of me! I wasn’t harassing you, I swear!” the red head cried out, pools of sweat running down his face as Bou’s angry outburst reduced him to a sad display of humanity. It was bad enough that he had to be degraded this way, but to be degraded by a guy in a dress was good enough reason never to show his face to the population ever again.
“Um… Miss, Sir… Uh…” Yoshiki started, knowing full well of Bou’s real gender, not sure which formality to address him by with. “Can… you let go of Sugizo…? Or at least lessen your handling of him…? His color’s changing and that’s usually not a good thing-”
“And you!” Bou let go of Sugizo, and the red head took in a big gulp of air. The little blonde’s grip on his collar was iron tight, and the lack of air almost turned him blue. Bou ignored Yoshiki, seeing as he doesn’t have any business with him (“… And he seems like an okay person” his inner thought added). He took haste steps to the reason why he was stuck in a house he has no idea of getting out of, before the blond could snap at the tall boy, Miyavi already had a head start.
“What the fuck did you do that for?!” Miyavi bellowed, his hand facing angrily at his friend who was still recovering from the treatment Bou just served him with. “Are you trying to kill my mate, you bitch!”
“Oh, now it's my fault! Well, excuse me, Ore-sama, I mean, I wasn’t just kidnapped today by some creep who’s gayer than I am… And I’m a cross dresser, Jesus H. Christ” the blond had his hands in the air in exasperation.
“Did you just call me a faggot?!” Miyavi towered the femme.
“Well, what else can you be? I mean, come on! Normal guys usually don’t give a flying fuck about brands and there you go telling me all this Candy Whore-”
“It’s Candy Stripper, you ignorant little hick!”
“See! On top of that, you just went around claiming me as your little fuck-toy! And to your mother nonetheless!”
“Woah, he said what?!” Sugizo butted in, amused at the little fact that his friend has somehow overlooked them a little information when giving them four-one-one about his new muse. “You just didn't diss your mother with this-”
“Shut up, Sugizo! I’m still talking!” the boy flipped the finger at his friend with veins popping over his head as he battled head on against the femme “You should be thanking me, bomb shell! Without me coming in to save your fucking ass over there, my mom would have your face under her heels!!”
“I’d rather have that happen to me than having to put up with the likes of you!” Bou pushed Miyavi, this left Sugizo and Yoshiki in grand levels of wonder.
“I don’t care if that’s a fag, I wanna have his ass!” Sugizo pulled at Miyavi’s sleeve, eyeing the blond hungrily as if he was some prized toy in a store. “I mean, this girl… guy! Whatever, most people get bat shit scared touching you but this one's hitting right up, I want to have him!”
“Shut up!” the mentioned blond screeched, not helping the tinge of red running through his cheeks at the declaration. By instinct his hand went over to his ass protectively, scared that the redhead might come anywhere near it “Just because you’re rich doesn’t mean I’m going to be your fuck buddy!”
“Get off me, dick head!” Miyavi pushed his friend aside, “Who’s fucking side are you on?!”
“Well, I’m on the side that’s with the nice ass!” the red head grinned at Bou’s direction.
“Sugizo… Miss…? Miyavi…?” Yoshiki tried to stop the whole tirade of angry words, calmly but failing hopelessly as the argument travelled from Miyavi to Bou to Bou versus Sugizo to Sugizo versus Miyavi. “Guys… please…? Um hello, can you… wait…! Um…”
“SHUT UP!” All three boys shouted at the helpless other, who just followed what they all said and zipped his mouth.
“How the fuck did you get in the conversation?!” Miyavi pointed out to his red haired friend, and then he grabbed Bou’s wrist, the one with the Tiffany bracelet, “And besides, see this. Bomb shell over here is mine, so you better lay off or I’m going to kick your ass way over to Switzerland!”
“What the fuck! Since when was I yours I don’t remember liking you one bit and you go around acting as if I was your property!” the blond took hold of his wrist, roughly forcing it out of Miyavi’s tight grip, “It's not like these things are your gifts, these are you fucking bribes! I do not like you and I will never will!”
“Huh, seriously?!” Sugizo exclaimed, overjoyed at Bou’s declaration of hate, “See, he hates you! I’ll be his suitor-”
“I never said anything about wanting to have a suitor!! And you are so not my type!”
“See! You’re not his type, so if you don’t want me to break your bones, you better stop trying to take what’s mine!” Miyavi said, angrily.
“That’s it!” Bou butted in, pushing the two out of his way and moving straight to the door. “First you kidnap me, harass me, and call me your fuck toy… then what?! You brought them-”he turned to look at the occupants of the room and pointed accusingly at Yoshiki (who went “Eh…?) and Sugizo (“Hey, babe” followed by a sexy wink), “-And what are they doing here?! Don’t tell me you bought along a pack of LSD to get the whole party started!”
“I’m not part of any of these things!! I have no intention of pulling anything close to rape!” Yoshiki waved his hands, trying to clear him of any involvement. “I like playing around with girls and guys, but I’m not going to be a bastard and try to do that to anyone! I swear!”
“LSD, huh… that would be a very good idea…!” the red haired boy rubbed his chin in thoughtful consideration, “Ooh, that would make everything really nice. I should seriously consider that the next time I go out-”
“SHUT UP!!” this time both Miyavi and Bou shouted at the red head. This certainly did worked.
“Just because I know a handful of drug lords doesn’t mean I’ll resort to that dirty tactic!” And everyone went into an eerie silence. Bou not really sure anymore how to reply to a statement like that, Yoshiki and Sugizo smacking themselves on the head for Miyavi’s slip.
“I just want my clothes back and I want out of this horrible place!”
“Fine, get out of my room and house! I don’t ever want to see you or your faggot ass near me ever again!” Miyavi pushed Bou angrily out of the door of his room. “You can fucking get your clothes and you can go away to wherever hell hole we picked you up! I don’t give a fuck anymore! Just get out of my sight!”
69696969696
Bou found himself being pushed out of the gates of the Lee Mansion by one of the house help. He was still wearing the white dress and Charles&Keith shoes, he was going to vehemently shout his displeasure at not getting his school uniform when they threw it out at him along with his bag.
“Well, thanks a lot for nothing, bastards!” the blonde shouted, gathering all of his stuff at once and waving his only free arm in the air.
It was then that he really had a good look at how big Miyavi’s house was. It was bigger than his apartment by what? Ten thousand times! He sweat dropped, realizing something he should’ve a realized a little early when he was still inside the house.
“Oh crap… what was I thinking?!” Bou turned white all over and fell into a pile of self pity, “I’m doomed”
His cell phone rang, and it broke him from his current realization. The blond went down and searched for his phone in his bag and flipped it open, it was a phone call from Miku.
“Miku…?”
“Bou, where were you the whole day! I dropped by your university and you weren’t there! And I’ve left you like what?! Six million messages already! Where the hell are you??” Miku’s voice was very fast, too fast that it took Bou a while just to figure out half of what the other was saying. “Did that Miyavi dick do something to you??? Bou, I don’t fucking care about this Doiha crush of yours but you seriously-”
“Miku! Wait! Hold it; I can’t understand technically most of what you just said!” Bou tried to calm his friend on the phone.
“Well, excuse me, for being so worried!!” Miku’s voice went out loud, that the blond had to hold the phone away from his ear for fear of going deaf. “If you’re okay with killing yourself, well that’s grand and all but I’m not… Do you realize how expensive rent is if I’m going to pay it on my own??”
“Look! Miku! Stop!” the blond said, happy for his friend’s concern, “I’ll tell you, but not here! I’ll go to the Café, okay? And I’ll explain everything there”
69696969696
The initial reaction would be of surprise, at the lack of scratches and no signs of harassment anywhere. Miku in his Merry Café uniform jumped over the counter ran over to Bou and hugged him so tight the femme almost went unconscious from the lack of air. Despite his angry tone on the phone earlier, he showed deathly worry at why Bou didn’t go to school that day and checked whatever of Bou he can that might be broken because as he said, paying rent was better with more people than just one.
And so after the first round of inspection and recheck, questions that the cross dresser promise to answer if Miku swears to stops his talking marathon and let him process what he’s going to tell him.
“… So… that’s what happened?” the brunette asked, his brows furrowed in confusion a bit at the whole ordeal. For someone who’s known to be very brutal, dressing Bou up wasn’t exactly his idea of torture. “And here I was thinking water torture or the wheel…”
“Miku, this is the twentieth century!” the blond said, “I doubt anyone’s going to use those things!”
“Hello, like how hard it is to pull a good water torture?” Miku sneered, “That aside, you’re still wearing the stuff Miyavi put on you?”
“Well, duh” Bou said sarcastically, pointing at his outfit.
“You know, for a dick head, he sure has great taste…” first admiring the pretty design and the intricate couture on the whole of the dress but reverted back to his bashing when he saw the look on Bou’s face “I mean; what a dick head!”
“It’s not use!” Bou wailed, his hands going to his face, “I’m so dead! Why did I have to diss him and his friends! Miku, let’s just get my funeral papers out already… I don’t know what I’m going to do!”
“I told you! Just get out of that place and transfer to some other school! You know; decent schools with decent people!”
“No, Miku!” Bou stood abruptly from his chair, slamming his fist down the table, “See what Miyavi did to me?! He knows we don’t have enough, so he thought he could bribe me into getting out! My pride’s at stake here!”
“Oh god…” Miku shook his head, then pointed at his dress “Since when did you have pride anyway?!!”
“My sexuality is a different thing, arse head and you know that!” the femme bellowed, slapping the brunette’s pointing hand away.
“And this is coming from the same person who’s going to complain how doomed he is! And by the way, what songs do you want to play at your funeral? Because I guess they won’t let us play Antic Ca-” he added sarcastically, but before he could finish Bou cut him off.
“Miku, don’t you understand?! He’s underestimating me because I’m poor! And what’s worse, I’m a fag in a dress!-”
“And pretty one at that too-”
“Shut up! And what’s worse is I’m a faggot in a dress?! Don’t you understand?! He’s just degrading me and I don’t want that! I can’t let people trample me just like that!”
“But Bou, Miyavi’s a fucking power player, what chance do you have against someone like him?”
“Miku, I don’t know how I’m going to go against him and a school full of gung-ho idiots” he said honestly, “But it’s a bet I might as well take, if I can’t stop Miyavi from doing what he’s doing. If I can’t stand up to him, then who will? People get hurt everyday because of he’s stupid ideals and I can’t take anymore of this nonsense. I’d rather be the one hurt than another whole pack of students being tortured for something as petty as slipping in front of him”
The brunette sighed, looked at his friend and turned back to the counter.
“Miku….”
“No, Bou, I understand, I do” he said, not looking back at his friend.
And for a moment, there was only silence between them.
“What kind of flowers would you like?”
“Excuse me?”
“You like Baby’s Breath right? For your funeral I mean-”
“MIKU, DID YOU JUST NOT LISTEN TO MY AWESOMELY MARTYR LIKE SPEECH?!” Bou screeched throwing his bag right on Miku’s face.
69696969696
Gackt groaned and rolled over to the side, opposite to the sound of his cell phone ringing. He pulled his pillow that he was using and covered his head with it. Anything just to keep him from answering his phone. Regardless of much effort he used in putting off having to answer the phone, his ring tone still went flying up in the air poking him at every possible hole.
“Gaku-oni…” Mana groaned, from beside him, he was wearing a simple white shirt paired with a cute pair of pajamas and he carried a small doll that looked like Gackt in his arms. The night’s sleep still heavy on his eyes as he sat up slowly, he rubbed his eyes and noticed his brother has yet to move the pillow of his face and the phone was still ignored. The cross dresser put a hand on his brother’s shoulder and started moving him, “Gaku-oni, wake up! Someone’s calling you!! Gaku-oni~!”
Since two against one was never a good thing, Gackt followed the inevitable and slowly sat, his phone still making noise and Mana stopped (finally) trying to wake him up.
“Can you please tell the person calling you to call at a more appropriate time? It’s two in the morning…” Mana complained a bit before snuggling back with his Gackt doll to bed.
The blond looked at his now asleep brother; he checked his phone and knew he wasn’t wrong when he first guessed who would be calling. He begrudgingly answered the phone.
“Miyavi, its two o clock in the morning, you realize that…?”
“Gackt… please explain to me why I feel like I ran a thousand miles??”
“I don’t know Miyavi… maybe because you did…?” the blond said, sarcasm and weariness mixing together in his voice.
“No, no! It’s that blond…-”
You do realize that Bou’s not a girl…?, Mana’s words came floating to mind
“-I… I sort of… took her today and… I did… stuff to-”
“To him?”
“How did you know?” Miyavi asked amazed at Gackt’s knowledge.
“Mana met him, it’s some cross dresser code I guess” the boy shrugged his shoulders, “Then what happened next? Don’t tell me you raped him… because that would be one huge step… seeing as you’re a vir-”
“Shut up! What is up with you people thinking I’m going fuck the first ass I see in sight?”
“Don’t know… gut feeling” in reality, if it was just at least seven in the morning Gackt would’ve been interested in having this conversation. But seeing as it was two, and not seven, his eyes threatening to go down as his brain slowly disregarded information and is just extracting- well trying- the important bits, all he’s interested in was to go back to sleep. “Please skip details… My brain doesn’t work that well in two in the morning. What do you want to tell me that it can’t wait at least seven o’clock?”
“I think… I think… I actually like him”
Silence.
69696969696
“Hey… Gackt? You still there?” Miyavi asked, and without warning he heard a click and the line went dead. “Gackt…? Gackt?? Gackt??”
69696969696
“Stupid prank callers… early in the morning nonetheless” Gackt complained, falling asleep with his half brother.
His phone rang again, he didn’t sit up but his hand reached for it, grabbed it and threw it aside.
A/N: Okay, I know this is random! But forgive me. And sorry for the random chapter back there. XDDD Okay, um I don’t have a lot to say but yes I am happy that I got to post this. Give me chocolate. I want them!! Thanks for dropping by and reading my fanfics! :D Give me your comments! Each comment makes my heart swell with joy and makes me write my fanfics faster!!
Oh my why is gackt and mana sleeping on the same bed!! Hahaha, I actually finished this two days ago, but I didn't want to overload my journal with fanfics... So yeah. XDD
Current Mood: 
satisfied
satisfiedCurrent Music: tetsu- PRETENDER
17 comments | Leave a comment
