Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
Author:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
earnestinberlin
Theme: 010. Book
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer:I PWN THEM SO MUCH No I don’t.
Comments:: Wrote this for most part of the day, I don’t know why but I was on a high. So yeah. ^_^
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
Chapitre Neuf
Chapitre Dix
“Gaku-oni!” Mana called, looking for Gackt, carrying what looked like a bunch of papers. He clutched them to his chest, his face beset in a look of annoyance and anger as he stomped to the Gackt’s piano room.
Gackt’s piano room was one of the few restricted places in the house, the maids, even Mana rarely goes to that place, but today was an exception. The room was really big, with simple white walls and carpeted floor. The room was sound proof, rightfully so, since it was the place where Gackt practices all of his music. Apart from the piano at the middle, there was an array of other instruments in the back, some inside cabinets and others in their cases. If the blond didn’t belong to a rather financial oriented business, he could’ve been well off sent to Vienna to further pursue his musical ingenuity. But seeing as all he has is this, he was well content in what he has.
Mana walked hastily to Gackt, carrying the papers with, “Gaku-oni, please explain this to me!” he pointed at the date on the schedule of their flights to France, “What’s this? We were supposed to be leaving in a few weeks and now you delayed the flight again!”
Like always, Mana found himself talking to nothing but a blank wall. The only sound travelling in the room was the sound of Gackt playing Für Elise on his piano. The cross dresser tried again, “Gaku-oni, you can’t just ignore me like you always do! You have to explain to me why you’re doing this! If this about leaving Japan, then I’m not forcing you to come with me, Gaku-oni, I never was! If you don’t want to go then don’t-”
“That’s enough, Mana” the blond said, his piano playing stopped abruptly, that it almost scared Mana. “Let’s just talk about this some other time, Mana”
“No, Gackt! I don’t want ‘some other time’! I want now!” the femme demanded, pushing the papers to Gackt’s face, “You know how bad I want to go, Gackt, you know how bad I want to see Maman, you know that all well, Gackt!”
Gackt just looked up tiredly at Mana, “Yes, I understand-”
“Why are you doing this then? If you want to stay, then I wouldn’t mind” Mana explained for the umpteenth time, “I can’t stand Japan anymore! Dad doesn’t know I exist, Mom doesn’t even want to know I exist! I can’t take being here in Japan if it means having to put up how people treat me Gackt! And now you’re following them too! It’s okay with me if you want to stay here, I know you love Japan. And I know how you have so much people to take care of”
“Mana, I’m not… I’m not…”
“Ready?”
Gackt just lifted his shoulders to signify his yes. The cross dresser sat beside his brother and wrapped his arms over those shoulders, “I told you, you don’t have to come-”
“But what if I don’t want you to go too?”
Mana rested his head on Gackt’s shoulders and he felt the blond rest his own head on top of his, “Gackt, you can visit, you don’t have to stay there and besides my real Maman enrolled me in that fashion school. So I guess we can’t really be together most of the time-”
“But…” there was a crack in that voice, “You can always decline”
“Gackt, don’t make this hard for both of us”
There was silence.
“Don’t delay the flight anymore okay?” Mana requested in a small voice, hoping for a response from Gackt. He lifted his head from the blonde’s shoulder and looked at the other’s face only to see soft tears falling from his older brother’s face. He was the only one who sees his brother this way, Gackt has such strong defenses that made him look so strong and cool. But when it comes down to it, he was very weak deep inside. Mana kissed his cheek, “Please…?”
His brother breathed deeply, but nodded. The curly haired cross dresser just hugged the other, a small smile- that was tinged with just a tiny hint of guilt- spread across his face.
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Ever since his friend was thrust into the life of a red card victim, Miku can never say he was not affected. His once all too quiet life with his roommate was disturbed, not that he get any threats from the offenders- well, not yet- but everyday there’s always something to worry about. Before it was just them coming to the apartment laughing without a care to the world but these days it’s always coming home to find Bou in total disarray.
But maybe today was just different. When he looked out the window, he saw a car he’s never seen before. Judging from the looks of it and the way its shell shone, it was no ordinary car. At first he didn’t really give it much thought, until two people came out and one of them was a blond he knew all too well. From where he was watching- second floor of their apartment building- he could tell Bou was very much struggling.
Without a second look he dashed to the door and out of their shared place and ran straight the hallway, got the landlady to shout at him and was met with a very injured friend who punching a very tall boy on the face.
“What the hell was that for?!”
“What are you trying to do?! You’re not carrying me properly, what if I fall down and break what’s fucking left of my body?!”
“Well, I’m so sorry, but if you just stop moving! That would really help-”
“How can I not fucking squirm when your hands keep touching me… in places!”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Bomb shell!” the tall boy smirked, “I’m not that interested in your places-”
“Oh yeah?! Well, what the hell was your hand doing in my skirt?!”
“Um… wait, no! Hey, shut up!”
The brunette stopped, and sweat dropped.
“Bou…?”
“Miku!” Bou exclaimed, relieved that he’s finally had someone other than the stupid boy who couldn’t even handle him without having to harass him, “Thank god, you’re here! Please save me from this fucktard over here-”
“Who are you calling fucktard?!”
“Um…” Miku started, though he found himself being cut by the blond, but it’s not like he had anything to add anyway.
“Who else could I be talking about? And please do not touch me” for someone who’s quite injured, Bou was very feisty. He pushed Miyavi out of his way and went over to his brunette roommate, limping a bit.
“At least a fucking ‘thank you for saving my life’ would be nice!!”
“Yeah, right! Go to hell!” Bou flicked the finger at the other, “Let’s not forget why I’m even in this state!”
Miku helped his friend who is in haphazard condition, with dots of scars and bandages here there. Bou leaned on him, an arm over Miku’s shoulder his weight begging for support. The brunette helped his friend, though he did have to ask:
“Bou, if you don’t mind me asking, who’s that guy?”
“Just some dumb ass-”
“I am not a dumbass!” Miyavi shouted, not able to control his temper, “I have a name you know! And it’s Mi-”
“Why should he care?!” Bou turned around, “I don’t want my friend to know dumbasses like you! He might get infected with your stupid! And dumbass fits you perfectly!”
Miyavi was stomping to them, ready to rip out Bou’s head when the landlady’s head poked out from the window, “Will you people please tone it down?! People actually live here you know!”
“Ma’am! This dumbass won’t stop harassing me!”
“I have you know, I just saved your life!”
“… And he’s annoying the hell out of me, he won’t go away!”
“You little piece of-”
“If you two don’t fucking learn to shut up, I will personally skin the three of you alive!” the woman threatened, waving her fist in the wind her expression showing how serious she was with her words. Miyavi, Bou and Miku all silenced at the angry look on her face. “Good, now if you people don’t mind my soap’s on”
“That was totally your fault” Bou whispered pointedly at Miyavi.
“Oh yeah right! Blame it all on me” Miyavi rolled his eyes.
“Damn right!” Bou nudged Miyavi’s head, “You’re the reason I’ve been harassed day in, day out at school! I don’t know what you’re getting from all of this but you are so…. I can’t even think of an insult! You’re just despicable!”
“I’m sick of you! I’m leaving!” Miyavi moved away from the blond and the brunette, ticked off yet feeling a secret sense of happiness. The pair watched the tall senior move to his expensive car, he opened the door to the passenger but before going in, “Hey, bomb shell-”
“Just so you know; I have a name too!”
“Why should I care?” Miyavi mimicked mockingly, with an almost triumphant grin on his face, “And besides, bomb shell fits you perfectly. Remember when I told you I’m going to get you back your notes?”
“Of course! I don’t have your lame memory-” Bou stopped, seeing the look on Miyavi’s face again. He doesn’t know why that look made him stop but it did, it wasn’t the kind of look you normally see on people and this is the ore-sama.
“I’ll get them back” he said, too serious for his nature. With that, he went inside the car and left the two of them.
“So I met Miyavi, that was… interesting” Miku said, and Bou knew he was going to explain a couple of things tonight over dinner.
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“He what…?!” bits of Miku’s rice going to Bou’s face, the other cringed but wiped away softly at the tiny things on his face.“Why would he do that?!”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with that freak, Miku,” The blond just wiped the stray rice off his face, “But I’m guessing there’s some cut to this, I mean you don’t go around and pull of a complete three sixty just like that!”
Miku stuffed more noodles in his mouth, only one thought evaded his mind though he wasn’t sure if Bou’s going to agree in the slightest with what he’s about to say. He swallowed the lump in his throat- which was composed of noodles and whatever made up dinner that night “You know… has it ever occurred to you that-”
“Shut the fuck up!” Bou angrily cut his friend’s sentence, “Just because he gave me things and saved my life does not equal to him liking me! That’s his way of trying to make me look small, don’t you get it?”
“Well, come on… he did save-”
“It was just a staged operation, duh! I’m not dumb, Miku” the blond refused to believe that crap; he frowned at his friend who just shrugged his shoulders and had this look that said ‘consider it’. Doiha mentioned it before too, but being Bou he doesn’t really want to take that. He bit the eating end of his chopstick, eyes darting to the side and trying to reflect.
Miyavi stressed it to him, the bracelet. What does it mean? If it was that special to him then why did he give it to Bou? You don’t give special things to people you don’t know, to people you want to murder. But the thing was in his room, inside a box that belongs to him. This was confusing.
And were those other things he said in the infirmary?
"I... don't feel this way most people... actually, I never felt this way about anyone. At. All.”
What does that mean? That guy was not talking about… No way, the blond shook the thoughts away from his head. The senior’s just making fun of him, pulling at his heart strings to get him in his deadly game. Well, Bou’s not going to fall for that trick. He wasn’t that easy to fall.
“Stupid Miyavi” Bou sneered, “I’m not going to be a pawn in his stupid game!”
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“I knew there was something wrong yesterday!” Doiha exclaimed, “I wanted to meet you before going home but there was a group of students trying to prevent me from even passing by the halls that you might go by! Oh man, I’m a horrible friend! Are you okay? What am I saying, of course, you’re not okay!”
“Doiha, it’s fine” Bou said, “I’m still alive and well, I guess I have lot of catching up to do… now that all of my notes and books were obliterated no thanks to someone we all know”
“That’s harsh!” the raven haired boy frowned, “Having people to ruin your life, he’s just a total-”
Doiha never really did say what he wanted to; when they made a turn they came face to face with the ore-sama. Yoshiki and Sugizo tagging along with him, a look of pure confusion on their faces that was wiped away when their eyes fell on who they happened to bump into.
“Love of my life!” Sugizo said dreamily, ready to pounce on Bou when Miyavi instinctively lifted an arm. Instead of successfully having Bou in his arms, he ended with his chest slammed against Miyavi’s- surprisingly steadfast- arm and fell back.
“Love of my life…?” Doiha asked; a brow rose in question.
“Don’t ask” Miyavi, Bou and Yoshiki all replied at the same time in different tones. To an answer like that Doiha decided it was better than bugging any of them for an answer.
After picking himself, Sugizo was about to start a rant when Yoshiki stopped him from even saying a word.
“What do you want, dumb ass?” Bou averted his eyes, trying his best to look mean to Miyavi.
Miyavi smirked, “I promised didn’t I?”
“Oh right, like I should trust you! Dirty scumbag that you are” Bou crossed his arms over his chest.
“Well, I’m not big on words… but I guess this is all I can do” Miyavi took hold of Bou’s hand; the blond looked up at the tall boy his eyes narrowing at the hand that took hold of his. The femme wanted to say something rude but he was yanked from his spot and before he knew it, he was running along behind Miyavi.
“What the hell, have you forgotten I’m still injured?!”
“Well, for an injured person, you’re very feisty!”
Doiha, Sugizo and Yoshiki- and there was the small population who was present- all witnessed this. Miyavi was running and pushing people away, dragging Bou behind him who was trying his best to shout out apologies to the people the ore-sama hit along the way.
“Um, I may be a new student but I’m guessing” Doiha scratched the back of his head, “That was wasn’t something very normal here”
“Nope” Yoshiki shook his head, confirming the raven haired boy’s theory.
“But Bou doesn’t like him!!” Sugizo wailed, crying over Yoshiki’s shoulder. “We’re perfect for each other!”
Yoshiki looked hopelessly at Doiha, they both sighed in unison. “By the way, I’m Yoshiki”
“Doiha, Doi Hachirou” the raven haired let out a hand for Yoshiki to shake only to remember that Sugizo was still crying over his ‘lost’. “Oh, right…”
“Doi Hachirou?” Sugizo turned to look at Doiha; he knows he heard that name before. But he couldn’t really place it.
“I know, my name is weird” the raven haired boy laughed, “I get that a lot”
Sugizo frowned, past sorrow forgotten immediately. He knows that name, and it has nothing to do with it being ridiculously old. He’s heard it from somewhere before-
“I guess we should follow those two then” Yoshiki cut his thoughts, the boy nodding his head to the direction where the couple went. The two boys nodded and followed the mature member of the SKIN group. Though that nagging feeling behind Sugizo still was there.
“Are you sure, you’re new? Because I think I’ve heard of you before…”
“Ah, well, my parents are low-key so they don’t really go around announcing stuff”
Sugizo frowned, some reason the idea of Doiha must be lying but seeing as he was not Doiha’s friend he just swallowed what said. Regardless of that annoying tag at the bag of his head.
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“We’re really sorry”
Bou doesn’t really know what to say, Miyavi bought him to the school’s parking area. And all lined up, kneeling with their hands in bounds were his classmates who looked as if they ran a marathon judging from the way the sweat poured from their faces and how messy their uniforms were.
“Miyavi! What did you do to them?!” Bou asked, concerned for his classmates.
“Hey, they hurt you” the ore-sama shrugged his shoulders, “There’s nothing wrong with a little payback”
“But this is just mean!” and Bou looked over his classmates only to realize that they were all male, “Hey, where’s the girls…?”
“Having a small joyride” the tall boy grinned, pointing at the car that was passing by in front of them. Bou’s brows were furrowed, but his eyes followed the ore-sama’s pointing finger only to gasp once again. Another of his boy classmates was chasing the car, though they didn’t have a choice since their hands were tied to the back.
“Miyavi! Stop this right now!” Bou fumed.
“But they just did two laps, at least make them do three” the autocrat pouted at the short boy.
“This is wrong! And where’s Mimi and the others?!”
“Fine” Miyavi didn’t really like stopping the fun, but seeing as the blond was beyond pissed flipped open his cell phone and called the driver of the car, “Hey, Mochi, yeah, stop it, fuck. My girlfriend’s not happy. Ungrateful bitch-”
“Idiot!! When was I your girlfriend?!” Bou screamed, punching a snickering Miyavi on the shoulder. Then he tried to scream at the cell phone, “I’m not his girlfriend!”
“Oh by the way” the tall boy said, after having to push away Bou from his phone “I did promise so here”
The blond looked at him confusedly, instead of having the boy take his hand he shook away the offered hand and followed the boy. The car from before stopped right in front of them and the two boys were completely beat, falling down knees first before fainting to the ground.
“Oh my god-”
“Forget about them” Miyavi said and for some reason Bou followed without even an insult from his mouth. He spared the duo a worried look, they fainted from the running they did. The mentioned Mochi went out from the driver’s seat, Miyavi raised his hand the man threw the car’s keys at the boy.
“Pretty thing you have there, boy” the man grinned, his eyes covered with sunglasses.
“I am not-”
“Yeah, she’s a real babe” Miyavi placed an arm around Bou and pulled him to his body. “Hey thanks for that, Moch man, you never let me down”
“Hey, anything for you, kid” the guy grinned, “Just tell me if anyone’s been bugging you, okay?”
“You know I love you, compadre”
“Ditto, it’s time for me to go eighty-six before the boss gets my ass for going AWOL on him” and with that the other left.
Bou pushed Miyavi away, “I am not your girlfriend!”
But instead of listening to the blond and going into their usual verbal fights, Miyavi slowly picked the key that was to open the trunk of the car. He pushed the small metal in and with a small click it opened to reveal two of the girls who made fun of him the other day. They were uncomfortable inside the car, hands and feet tied with their mouths gagged.
Miyavi ignored the looks of pure horror on their faces as he reached out for something else entirely.
“They destroyed your bag, right? Here’s a new one, Sex Pot Revenge original” he handed a cute back pack to Bou, when the blond took it in his hands it had a weight to it. “Just got that this morning, I was guessing you’d be up for that type of brand, they have good clothes there too, right your alley stuff”
Bou looked at the bag in his hands, a bit stupefied. “But what about those two-”
“Well, why don’t you check what’s inside” the ore-sama smiled, not one of those nasty grins he has on his face most of the time but a really nice looking smile that made Bou melt-
The blond tried to shake the thoughts out of his head, since did he ever feel that? Oh god, all this is making him dizzy. He unzipped the bag and was met with a couple of the books he lost from all the torture he had just yesterday.
“These are just-”
“I know your other books are inside the car” Miyavi nodded to the mentioned vehicle.
“What about Mimi and her?” Bou pointed at the girls who were begging to be let out of the trunk.
“Oh them? What would you want to do with them?” then he faced the two girls briefly with a crazy expression on his face, “Just so you know, your looks are last season, and what brand do you use for face? Don’t tell me you’re a Shu Uemera have you evern considered Clean-”
“Seriously, stop it with the brands, you’re metrosexuality just freaks me out” Bou said. Then feeling all too sorry for the people who had to suffer Miyavi’s wrath, “Well, you should at least let them out… I mean, I guess they had enough”
“Bomb shell” Miyavi shook his head and pulled out a shaver from his pocket, “Be a bit spiteful, they did try to kill you the other day, why don’t we shave off their eyebrows the very least? You know, to make them sorry-”
The two girls moaned and squirmed frantically in their places, one of them close to crying as their muffled pleas sounded in the air.
“Don’t Miyavi” Bou frowned, hugging the bag tight to his chest, “They learned their lesson, it’s not right to do these things you know”
Miyavi stared at Bou, “You called me Miyavi”
Bou bit his lip, he never really did call Miyavi by his first time before in front of him. Oh god, now what will this asshole think? Wait, no what will these people think if he starts addressing him by his first name?! Filling his mouth the acid that is his hatred he pulled out an insult.
“Then I bet you’d rather I call you dumb ass! Hmp, you’re so cruel, don’t you have a heart?! I guess that’s why nobody wants be with you!”
“Hey, I was just trying to help you!” Miyavi felt his blood boil again; he has been trying his patience since this morning and to not have a thank you for saving the other and having all of these things done for the blond was starting to grate his nerves.
“But you didn’t have to hurt people in the process!”
“Oh so now I’m a bad person?!”
“Oh my god” Bou knocked on Miyavi’s head, “Do you even have at least a shred of a brain in that skull of yours?!”
During this time, Doiha, Sugizo and Yoshiki had arrived.
“There they go again” Yoshiki shook his head.
“So you’re telling me Bou likes you…?” Doiha raised a brow in disbelief at what Sugizo was saying,
“Of course, who can resist me?” Sugizo flashed one of his killer smiles, to which made Doiha cringe at the sights of his all too shiny white teeth.
“Yeah… killer smile…” the raven haired boy had a hand over his eyes.
“And I do not like you! Just because I think that bracelet was really cute and all!”
“You said it! You liked the bracelet!”
“WAIT… No, I did not! I said it was cute, what kind of fuck do you take me for?!”
The three boys looked over at the fighting couple, by this time Sugizo realized that jumping in to declare more of his love for the blond would be futile.
“So, Doiha, you’re new here?” the redhead smiled charmingly
“Don’t even think about it, Sugizo” Yoshiki dragged his friend away from the raven haired boy.
“Huh, what…?” Doiha was a bit confused.
“But... but Miyavi has Bou-”
“And you should stick to those whores in the bar” the mature boy said, “Hey, Doiha, see you around okay?”
“Yeah…!” Doiha waved, though not sure why the other two had to be dragged away. He looked at the fighting couple before him-
“Don’t think you’re special now because I’m accepting these!”
“Oh of course, I mean coming from the ugliest fwap-”
“‘Fwap’ is not even a real word!” Bou mocked happily, “See making up your own words since your vocabulary doesn’t have enough space for anything else than those swear words you always use! I told you, Dumb ass fits you perfectly!”
“Oh, you go around as I’m the only one using them!”
Doiha just shook his head and went over to his chauffer, seeing as his friend and that Miyavi boy are going to be having a long conversation in the mean time.
A/N: Eighty-six- it’s a slang for going away
I finished this today, so I didn’t really want to torture you and posted it now. ^_^Don’t worry guys, Miyavi and Ayumi are going to have that conversation. Hahaha, well I won’t be updating in a few days though I already have written on paper what I want to happen for the next chapter. I even had a one-shot GacktxMana fanfic that I’ll post when I come back. ^_^ Well, okay, I will seriously fly now. It’s late here and I need to wake up early tomorrow for our flight to Manila. :O Bai bai! <333
Author:
earnestinberlinTheme: 010. Book
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer:
Comments:: Wrote this for most part of the day, I don’t know why but I was on a high. So yeah. ^_^
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
Chapitre Neuf
Chapitre Dix
“Gaku-oni!” Mana called, looking for Gackt, carrying what looked like a bunch of papers. He clutched them to his chest, his face beset in a look of annoyance and anger as he stomped to the Gackt’s piano room.
Gackt’s piano room was one of the few restricted places in the house, the maids, even Mana rarely goes to that place, but today was an exception. The room was really big, with simple white walls and carpeted floor. The room was sound proof, rightfully so, since it was the place where Gackt practices all of his music. Apart from the piano at the middle, there was an array of other instruments in the back, some inside cabinets and others in their cases. If the blond didn’t belong to a rather financial oriented business, he could’ve been well off sent to Vienna to further pursue his musical ingenuity. But seeing as all he has is this, he was well content in what he has.
Mana walked hastily to Gackt, carrying the papers with, “Gaku-oni, please explain this to me!” he pointed at the date on the schedule of their flights to France, “What’s this? We were supposed to be leaving in a few weeks and now you delayed the flight again!”
Like always, Mana found himself talking to nothing but a blank wall. The only sound travelling in the room was the sound of Gackt playing Für Elise on his piano. The cross dresser tried again, “Gaku-oni, you can’t just ignore me like you always do! You have to explain to me why you’re doing this! If this about leaving Japan, then I’m not forcing you to come with me, Gaku-oni, I never was! If you don’t want to go then don’t-”
“That’s enough, Mana” the blond said, his piano playing stopped abruptly, that it almost scared Mana. “Let’s just talk about this some other time, Mana”
“No, Gackt! I don’t want ‘some other time’! I want now!” the femme demanded, pushing the papers to Gackt’s face, “You know how bad I want to go, Gackt, you know how bad I want to see Maman, you know that all well, Gackt!”
Gackt just looked up tiredly at Mana, “Yes, I understand-”
“Why are you doing this then? If you want to stay, then I wouldn’t mind” Mana explained for the umpteenth time, “I can’t stand Japan anymore! Dad doesn’t know I exist, Mom doesn’t even want to know I exist! I can’t take being here in Japan if it means having to put up how people treat me Gackt! And now you’re following them too! It’s okay with me if you want to stay here, I know you love Japan. And I know how you have so much people to take care of”
“Mana, I’m not… I’m not…”
“Ready?”
Gackt just lifted his shoulders to signify his yes. The cross dresser sat beside his brother and wrapped his arms over those shoulders, “I told you, you don’t have to come-”
“But what if I don’t want you to go too?”
Mana rested his head on Gackt’s shoulders and he felt the blond rest his own head on top of his, “Gackt, you can visit, you don’t have to stay there and besides my real Maman enrolled me in that fashion school. So I guess we can’t really be together most of the time-”
“But…” there was a crack in that voice, “You can always decline”
“Gackt, don’t make this hard for both of us”
There was silence.
“Don’t delay the flight anymore okay?” Mana requested in a small voice, hoping for a response from Gackt. He lifted his head from the blonde’s shoulder and looked at the other’s face only to see soft tears falling from his older brother’s face. He was the only one who sees his brother this way, Gackt has such strong defenses that made him look so strong and cool. But when it comes down to it, he was very weak deep inside. Mana kissed his cheek, “Please…?”
His brother breathed deeply, but nodded. The curly haired cross dresser just hugged the other, a small smile- that was tinged with just a tiny hint of guilt- spread across his face.
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Ever since his friend was thrust into the life of a red card victim, Miku can never say he was not affected. His once all too quiet life with his roommate was disturbed, not that he get any threats from the offenders- well, not yet- but everyday there’s always something to worry about. Before it was just them coming to the apartment laughing without a care to the world but these days it’s always coming home to find Bou in total disarray.
But maybe today was just different. When he looked out the window, he saw a car he’s never seen before. Judging from the looks of it and the way its shell shone, it was no ordinary car. At first he didn’t really give it much thought, until two people came out and one of them was a blond he knew all too well. From where he was watching- second floor of their apartment building- he could tell Bou was very much struggling.
Without a second look he dashed to the door and out of their shared place and ran straight the hallway, got the landlady to shout at him and was met with a very injured friend who punching a very tall boy on the face.
“What the hell was that for?!”
“What are you trying to do?! You’re not carrying me properly, what if I fall down and break what’s fucking left of my body?!”
“Well, I’m so sorry, but if you just stop moving! That would really help-”
“How can I not fucking squirm when your hands keep touching me… in places!”
“Don’t flatter yourself, Bomb shell!” the tall boy smirked, “I’m not that interested in your places-”
“Oh yeah?! Well, what the hell was your hand doing in my skirt?!”
“Um… wait, no! Hey, shut up!”
The brunette stopped, and sweat dropped.
“Bou…?”
“Miku!” Bou exclaimed, relieved that he’s finally had someone other than the stupid boy who couldn’t even handle him without having to harass him, “Thank god, you’re here! Please save me from this fucktard over here-”
“Who are you calling fucktard?!”
“Um…” Miku started, though he found himself being cut by the blond, but it’s not like he had anything to add anyway.
“Who else could I be talking about? And please do not touch me” for someone who’s quite injured, Bou was very feisty. He pushed Miyavi out of his way and went over to his brunette roommate, limping a bit.
“At least a fucking ‘thank you for saving my life’ would be nice!!”
“Yeah, right! Go to hell!” Bou flicked the finger at the other, “Let’s not forget why I’m even in this state!”
Miku helped his friend who is in haphazard condition, with dots of scars and bandages here there. Bou leaned on him, an arm over Miku’s shoulder his weight begging for support. The brunette helped his friend, though he did have to ask:
“Bou, if you don’t mind me asking, who’s that guy?”
“Just some dumb ass-”
“I am not a dumbass!” Miyavi shouted, not able to control his temper, “I have a name you know! And it’s Mi-”
“Why should he care?!” Bou turned around, “I don’t want my friend to know dumbasses like you! He might get infected with your stupid! And dumbass fits you perfectly!”
Miyavi was stomping to them, ready to rip out Bou’s head when the landlady’s head poked out from the window, “Will you people please tone it down?! People actually live here you know!”
“Ma’am! This dumbass won’t stop harassing me!”
“I have you know, I just saved your life!”
“… And he’s annoying the hell out of me, he won’t go away!”
“You little piece of-”
“If you two don’t fucking learn to shut up, I will personally skin the three of you alive!” the woman threatened, waving her fist in the wind her expression showing how serious she was with her words. Miyavi, Bou and Miku all silenced at the angry look on her face. “Good, now if you people don’t mind my soap’s on”
“That was totally your fault” Bou whispered pointedly at Miyavi.
“Oh yeah right! Blame it all on me” Miyavi rolled his eyes.
“Damn right!” Bou nudged Miyavi’s head, “You’re the reason I’ve been harassed day in, day out at school! I don’t know what you’re getting from all of this but you are so…. I can’t even think of an insult! You’re just despicable!”
“I’m sick of you! I’m leaving!” Miyavi moved away from the blond and the brunette, ticked off yet feeling a secret sense of happiness. The pair watched the tall senior move to his expensive car, he opened the door to the passenger but before going in, “Hey, bomb shell-”
“Just so you know; I have a name too!”
“Why should I care?” Miyavi mimicked mockingly, with an almost triumphant grin on his face, “And besides, bomb shell fits you perfectly. Remember when I told you I’m going to get you back your notes?”
“Of course! I don’t have your lame memory-” Bou stopped, seeing the look on Miyavi’s face again. He doesn’t know why that look made him stop but it did, it wasn’t the kind of look you normally see on people and this is the ore-sama.
“I’ll get them back” he said, too serious for his nature. With that, he went inside the car and left the two of them.
“So I met Miyavi, that was… interesting” Miku said, and Bou knew he was going to explain a couple of things tonight over dinner.
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“He what…?!” bits of Miku’s rice going to Bou’s face, the other cringed but wiped away softly at the tiny things on his face.“Why would he do that?!”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with that freak, Miku,” The blond just wiped the stray rice off his face, “But I’m guessing there’s some cut to this, I mean you don’t go around and pull of a complete three sixty just like that!”
Miku stuffed more noodles in his mouth, only one thought evaded his mind though he wasn’t sure if Bou’s going to agree in the slightest with what he’s about to say. He swallowed the lump in his throat- which was composed of noodles and whatever made up dinner that night “You know… has it ever occurred to you that-”
“Shut the fuck up!” Bou angrily cut his friend’s sentence, “Just because he gave me things and saved my life does not equal to him liking me! That’s his way of trying to make me look small, don’t you get it?”
“Well, come on… he did save-”
“It was just a staged operation, duh! I’m not dumb, Miku” the blond refused to believe that crap; he frowned at his friend who just shrugged his shoulders and had this look that said ‘consider it’. Doiha mentioned it before too, but being Bou he doesn’t really want to take that. He bit the eating end of his chopstick, eyes darting to the side and trying to reflect.
Miyavi stressed it to him, the bracelet. What does it mean? If it was that special to him then why did he give it to Bou? You don’t give special things to people you don’t know, to people you want to murder. But the thing was in his room, inside a box that belongs to him. This was confusing.
And were those other things he said in the infirmary?
"I... don't feel this way most people... actually, I never felt this way about anyone. At. All.”
What does that mean? That guy was not talking about… No way, the blond shook the thoughts away from his head. The senior’s just making fun of him, pulling at his heart strings to get him in his deadly game. Well, Bou’s not going to fall for that trick. He wasn’t that easy to fall.
“Stupid Miyavi” Bou sneered, “I’m not going to be a pawn in his stupid game!”
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“I knew there was something wrong yesterday!” Doiha exclaimed, “I wanted to meet you before going home but there was a group of students trying to prevent me from even passing by the halls that you might go by! Oh man, I’m a horrible friend! Are you okay? What am I saying, of course, you’re not okay!”
“Doiha, it’s fine” Bou said, “I’m still alive and well, I guess I have lot of catching up to do… now that all of my notes and books were obliterated no thanks to someone we all know”
“That’s harsh!” the raven haired boy frowned, “Having people to ruin your life, he’s just a total-”
Doiha never really did say what he wanted to; when they made a turn they came face to face with the ore-sama. Yoshiki and Sugizo tagging along with him, a look of pure confusion on their faces that was wiped away when their eyes fell on who they happened to bump into.
“Love of my life!” Sugizo said dreamily, ready to pounce on Bou when Miyavi instinctively lifted an arm. Instead of successfully having Bou in his arms, he ended with his chest slammed against Miyavi’s- surprisingly steadfast- arm and fell back.
“Love of my life…?” Doiha asked; a brow rose in question.
“Don’t ask” Miyavi, Bou and Yoshiki all replied at the same time in different tones. To an answer like that Doiha decided it was better than bugging any of them for an answer.
After picking himself, Sugizo was about to start a rant when Yoshiki stopped him from even saying a word.
“What do you want, dumb ass?” Bou averted his eyes, trying his best to look mean to Miyavi.
Miyavi smirked, “I promised didn’t I?”
“Oh right, like I should trust you! Dirty scumbag that you are” Bou crossed his arms over his chest.
“Well, I’m not big on words… but I guess this is all I can do” Miyavi took hold of Bou’s hand; the blond looked up at the tall boy his eyes narrowing at the hand that took hold of his. The femme wanted to say something rude but he was yanked from his spot and before he knew it, he was running along behind Miyavi.
“What the hell, have you forgotten I’m still injured?!”
“Well, for an injured person, you’re very feisty!”
Doiha, Sugizo and Yoshiki- and there was the small population who was present- all witnessed this. Miyavi was running and pushing people away, dragging Bou behind him who was trying his best to shout out apologies to the people the ore-sama hit along the way.
“Um, I may be a new student but I’m guessing” Doiha scratched the back of his head, “That was wasn’t something very normal here”
“Nope” Yoshiki shook his head, confirming the raven haired boy’s theory.
“But Bou doesn’t like him!!” Sugizo wailed, crying over Yoshiki’s shoulder. “We’re perfect for each other!”
Yoshiki looked hopelessly at Doiha, they both sighed in unison. “By the way, I’m Yoshiki”
“Doiha, Doi Hachirou” the raven haired let out a hand for Yoshiki to shake only to remember that Sugizo was still crying over his ‘lost’. “Oh, right…”
“Doi Hachirou?” Sugizo turned to look at Doiha; he knows he heard that name before. But he couldn’t really place it.
“I know, my name is weird” the raven haired boy laughed, “I get that a lot”
Sugizo frowned, past sorrow forgotten immediately. He knows that name, and it has nothing to do with it being ridiculously old. He’s heard it from somewhere before-
“I guess we should follow those two then” Yoshiki cut his thoughts, the boy nodding his head to the direction where the couple went. The two boys nodded and followed the mature member of the SKIN group. Though that nagging feeling behind Sugizo still was there.
“Are you sure, you’re new? Because I think I’ve heard of you before…”
“Ah, well, my parents are low-key so they don’t really go around announcing stuff”
Sugizo frowned, some reason the idea of Doiha must be lying but seeing as he was not Doiha’s friend he just swallowed what said. Regardless of that annoying tag at the bag of his head.
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“We’re really sorry”
Bou doesn’t really know what to say, Miyavi bought him to the school’s parking area. And all lined up, kneeling with their hands in bounds were his classmates who looked as if they ran a marathon judging from the way the sweat poured from their faces and how messy their uniforms were.
“Miyavi! What did you do to them?!” Bou asked, concerned for his classmates.
“Hey, they hurt you” the ore-sama shrugged his shoulders, “There’s nothing wrong with a little payback”
“But this is just mean!” and Bou looked over his classmates only to realize that they were all male, “Hey, where’s the girls…?”
“Having a small joyride” the tall boy grinned, pointing at the car that was passing by in front of them. Bou’s brows were furrowed, but his eyes followed the ore-sama’s pointing finger only to gasp once again. Another of his boy classmates was chasing the car, though they didn’t have a choice since their hands were tied to the back.
“Miyavi! Stop this right now!” Bou fumed.
“But they just did two laps, at least make them do three” the autocrat pouted at the short boy.
“This is wrong! And where’s Mimi and the others?!”
“Fine” Miyavi didn’t really like stopping the fun, but seeing as the blond was beyond pissed flipped open his cell phone and called the driver of the car, “Hey, Mochi, yeah, stop it, fuck. My girlfriend’s not happy. Ungrateful bitch-”
“Idiot!! When was I your girlfriend?!” Bou screamed, punching a snickering Miyavi on the shoulder. Then he tried to scream at the cell phone, “I’m not his girlfriend!”
“Oh by the way” the tall boy said, after having to push away Bou from his phone “I did promise so here”
The blond looked at him confusedly, instead of having the boy take his hand he shook away the offered hand and followed the boy. The car from before stopped right in front of them and the two boys were completely beat, falling down knees first before fainting to the ground.
“Oh my god-”
“Forget about them” Miyavi said and for some reason Bou followed without even an insult from his mouth. He spared the duo a worried look, they fainted from the running they did. The mentioned Mochi went out from the driver’s seat, Miyavi raised his hand the man threw the car’s keys at the boy.
“Pretty thing you have there, boy” the man grinned, his eyes covered with sunglasses.
“I am not-”
“Yeah, she’s a real babe” Miyavi placed an arm around Bou and pulled him to his body. “Hey thanks for that, Moch man, you never let me down”
“Hey, anything for you, kid” the guy grinned, “Just tell me if anyone’s been bugging you, okay?”
“You know I love you, compadre”
“Ditto, it’s time for me to go eighty-six before the boss gets my ass for going AWOL on him” and with that the other left.
Bou pushed Miyavi away, “I am not your girlfriend!”
But instead of listening to the blond and going into their usual verbal fights, Miyavi slowly picked the key that was to open the trunk of the car. He pushed the small metal in and with a small click it opened to reveal two of the girls who made fun of him the other day. They were uncomfortable inside the car, hands and feet tied with their mouths gagged.
Miyavi ignored the looks of pure horror on their faces as he reached out for something else entirely.
“They destroyed your bag, right? Here’s a new one, Sex Pot Revenge original” he handed a cute back pack to Bou, when the blond took it in his hands it had a weight to it. “Just got that this morning, I was guessing you’d be up for that type of brand, they have good clothes there too, right your alley stuff”
Bou looked at the bag in his hands, a bit stupefied. “But what about those two-”
“Well, why don’t you check what’s inside” the ore-sama smiled, not one of those nasty grins he has on his face most of the time but a really nice looking smile that made Bou melt-
The blond tried to shake the thoughts out of his head, since did he ever feel that? Oh god, all this is making him dizzy. He unzipped the bag and was met with a couple of the books he lost from all the torture he had just yesterday.
“These are just-”
“I know your other books are inside the car” Miyavi nodded to the mentioned vehicle.
“What about Mimi and her?” Bou pointed at the girls who were begging to be let out of the trunk.
“Oh them? What would you want to do with them?” then he faced the two girls briefly with a crazy expression on his face, “Just so you know, your looks are last season, and what brand do you use for face? Don’t tell me you’re a Shu Uemera have you evern considered Clean-”
“Seriously, stop it with the brands, you’re metrosexuality just freaks me out” Bou said. Then feeling all too sorry for the people who had to suffer Miyavi’s wrath, “Well, you should at least let them out… I mean, I guess they had enough”
“Bomb shell” Miyavi shook his head and pulled out a shaver from his pocket, “Be a bit spiteful, they did try to kill you the other day, why don’t we shave off their eyebrows the very least? You know, to make them sorry-”
The two girls moaned and squirmed frantically in their places, one of them close to crying as their muffled pleas sounded in the air.
“Don’t Miyavi” Bou frowned, hugging the bag tight to his chest, “They learned their lesson, it’s not right to do these things you know”
Miyavi stared at Bou, “You called me Miyavi”
Bou bit his lip, he never really did call Miyavi by his first time before in front of him. Oh god, now what will this asshole think? Wait, no what will these people think if he starts addressing him by his first name?! Filling his mouth the acid that is his hatred he pulled out an insult.
“Then I bet you’d rather I call you dumb ass! Hmp, you’re so cruel, don’t you have a heart?! I guess that’s why nobody wants be with you!”
“Hey, I was just trying to help you!” Miyavi felt his blood boil again; he has been trying his patience since this morning and to not have a thank you for saving the other and having all of these things done for the blond was starting to grate his nerves.
“But you didn’t have to hurt people in the process!”
“Oh so now I’m a bad person?!”
“Oh my god” Bou knocked on Miyavi’s head, “Do you even have at least a shred of a brain in that skull of yours?!”
During this time, Doiha, Sugizo and Yoshiki had arrived.
“There they go again” Yoshiki shook his head.
“So you’re telling me Bou likes you…?” Doiha raised a brow in disbelief at what Sugizo was saying,
“Of course, who can resist me?” Sugizo flashed one of his killer smiles, to which made Doiha cringe at the sights of his all too shiny white teeth.
“Yeah… killer smile…” the raven haired boy had a hand over his eyes.
“And I do not like you! Just because I think that bracelet was really cute and all!”
“You said it! You liked the bracelet!”
“WAIT… No, I did not! I said it was cute, what kind of fuck do you take me for?!”
The three boys looked over at the fighting couple, by this time Sugizo realized that jumping in to declare more of his love for the blond would be futile.
“So, Doiha, you’re new here?” the redhead smiled charmingly
“Don’t even think about it, Sugizo” Yoshiki dragged his friend away from the raven haired boy.
“Huh, what…?” Doiha was a bit confused.
“But... but Miyavi has Bou-”
“And you should stick to those whores in the bar” the mature boy said, “Hey, Doiha, see you around okay?”
“Yeah…!” Doiha waved, though not sure why the other two had to be dragged away. He looked at the fighting couple before him-
“Don’t think you’re special now because I’m accepting these!”
“Oh of course, I mean coming from the ugliest fwap-”
“‘Fwap’ is not even a real word!” Bou mocked happily, “See making up your own words since your vocabulary doesn’t have enough space for anything else than those swear words you always use! I told you, Dumb ass fits you perfectly!”
“Oh, you go around as I’m the only one using them!”
Doiha just shook his head and went over to his chauffer, seeing as his friend and that Miyavi boy are going to be having a long conversation in the mean time.
A/N: Eighty-six- it’s a slang for going away
I finished this today, so I didn’t really want to torture you and posted it now. ^_^Don’t worry guys, Miyavi and Ayumi are going to have that conversation. Hahaha, well I won’t be updating in a few days though I already have written on paper what I want to happen for the next chapter. I even had a one-shot GacktxMana fanfic that I’ll post when I come back. ^_^ Well, okay, I will seriously fly now. It’s late here and I need to wake up early tomorrow for our flight to Manila. :O Bai bai! <333
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