Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
Author:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
earnestinberlin
Theme: 011. Cake
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Don’t worry, in a few years’ time, I will OWN them.<-- of course, this will only happen in my dreams because the chances of that happening in real life is like… zip.
Comments:: Oh my god, total sorry for not updating soon! I’m a horrible author!
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
Chapitre Onze
It took two hours of persuading but Ayumi has managed to get her little brother to spill. She had to waste over a hundreds of dollars for long distance, but it’s not like her hubby won’t pay all that. And besides, what’s a few hundred dollars but spare change? She’s managed to extract quite a volume from her brother and from what she’s garnered her poor little brother’s just can’t seem to find a way out of the tangles of his infatuation.
Which is of course, is why the boy called her; after all Ayumi’s quite a natural in the whole love department.
Though she has to review Miyavi’s case, because it seems like he’s gotten on quite murky waters with this girl of his.
“Hm… so this girl’s a red card?” she shook her head, “Miyavi, how many times do I have to tell you to quit it with the Red Cards! No wonder this girl’s a bit aggressive on you!”
“Hmp. aggressive” Miyavi’s irony laden voice on the other end sounded, pretending to consider what his sister said “She’s just a total bitch… but-”
“But you can’t help but seem to like her?”
“Yeah and it sucks, I mean most girls would just fall on their knees for me but it’s… this one” then there was a bit of a struggle on the other end. Ayumi shook her head; her brother has a way with words. “I mean, why isn’t she? Why is she so hard to break down?”
“Miyavi, lading a girl with gifts isn’t enough” she said this with an air of an expert; the girl waved a finger in the air, “I mean, why do you think I said yes to Ken when he proposed to me?”
“Because he proposed to you with a wardrobe from Kazuaki Takashima and an engagement ring from Tiffany’s?”
“True… hey, wait!” Ayumi sat up straight with a pout on her face, “That’s just half of it okay! I do love my hubby, you know! And it’s more than the expensive gifts! Miyavi, with your kind of girl, you just can’t move her with material things… You need to get her consent”
“Consent? What’s that” Miyavi asked, the whole concept of this consent foreign to him, and way over in New York his sister figured Miyavi might be a bit lacking in his social life.
Ayumi sighed, “You know, there are some girls you just can’t win over with a Dolce and Gabbana bag! And from your current heartache, it’s obvious your girl is one of those special breeds”
“Yeah, my girl…” Miyavi did like the feel of those words in his tongue, though the irony of that statement never escaped him. Referring to Bou as ‘his’ was nice, made him grin in a way that would make the blond deliver one of those punches of his smack to his face. But referring to Bou as a ‘girl’- well, he had to leave out this one tiny significant detail to his sister.
“Well, let’s back track okay?” Ayumi’s voice sliced through his thoughts like a knife, “She’s some sort of a fighter and I guessing she’s the ass especially with you-”
“What the fuck is up with everyone thinking I’m a sex maniac!”
“Hey, ask me that when you get your tattoos erased and those metal rings on your face removed!” his sister pointed out, rendering him silent for a while, “I’m going to assume with a boy like you that you went for a looker, how’s her bongos?”
“Uh… well” Miyavi bit hit lower lip, trying his best not let out the bubbles of laughter pop out of his mouth. He gripped at his chest, trying to stop himself from the fits of giggles that were punching out of his throat, “She’s… kind of… flat”
If Miyavi wasn’t careful he’d be bleeding from the wound from pushing his upper teeth to his lower lip. The whole idea… It just made him want to slam his head on the desk. Oh the dear sweet irony.
“Flat?” Ayumi’s brows raised high in her head, “I never knew went for that kind of girl”
“Well you know… the smaller… the better… More is less, as they say” Miyavi knows he was babbling but he couldn’t help it. Any moment now his ribs was in danger of cracking.
“Okay…” Miyavi had to pinch himself, at first she didn’t sound as if she was convinced but the small laughter he heard on the phone told him it was okay. He let out a relieved sigh, “Well, what do I know the trends there in Japan… But really, that’s weird”
“So this consent thing… how does it work?”
69696969696
“I’m so confused” Bou said to absolutely no one, and if the stuffed rabbit sitting on his study table was enough of a companion then he was talking to that. “I mean… I want beat up that Miyavi… but I can’t! He’s being… nice”
The blond shrugged at the thought, chills running down his spine. He sat up and looked at his Usagi-chan.
“I guess I should thank him then, Usagi-chan? After all, he did try to save me the other day and that bag was really cute…”
“Hey, are you talking to yourself?” Miku’s head poked from the door, a sneaky grin on his face.
“Leave me alone, Miku!” Bou threw a small pillow at his friend; it missed and fell to the floor. The brunette shook his head and picked it up, then lumped himself on Bou’s futon.
“You know… if you ask me, maybe Miyavi’s just…” he said in a singsong voice, trailing the last part for Bou to fill the blanks.
“Miku!” Bou pushed his best friend away, “He doesn’t like me okay?”
“Then why would he go to all the trouble, huh, Bou?” Miku smirked, “Last I heard not a lot of people do that you know, and especially to their enemies. If you ask me, I would certainly take advantage of the situation-”
“Well, Nobody asked you, okay? And get off my futon; I’m going to sleep now” Bou told Miku off who just giggled away as he went to get his own futon.
69696969696
Bou walked down the hall, it was the silence. That silence that met him the first time he received the Red Card. But maybe the silence could be attributed to the fact that no one was even in the halls. He stopped his tracks and frowned, this can’t be right. It was eight in the morning, it’s impossible to have no people!
“So then I heard that David Beckham was coming over to our part of the hotel…” he snapped out of his thoughts and saw a couple of boys coming to his direction and stood still.
The boys let out a quick laugh but stopped when they say Bou. Their faces held expressions of shock and no one moved. The speaker nudged his friend on the chest with his elbow and whispered something in his ear to which his friend nodded fervently.
“Um… Good morning, miss…” his forced smile holding a mixture of fear and respect for the blond.
Bou raised an eyebrow his mouth curled into a questioning manner.
The two boys bowed down and went on their way hurriedly before breaking into panicked runs.
“Hey…! Come back!” the blond waved his arm trying to get their attention, but they ran as fast they can without looking back. One of them managed to hit a locker on his way out before scrambling back up again. Bou was confused, “What was that all about?”
The blond jogged his way to his classroom and when he opened the door, all the chatters subsided. Bou looked at them wide-eyed, staring as each and everyone went back to their seats in the matter of a few minutes without looking at him. His brows were furrowed, this was starting to creep him out-
“Oh, you!” the teacher greeted Bou, to which the blond jumped in surprise, “Ah, did I scare you? I’m sorry! I’m sorry for that I hope I didn’t give you heart attack it’s just that you were standing there and I thought you were just-”
“Oh no, please, it’s okay!” Bou stopped the teacher from mumbling anything more, “I was just surprised that’s all!”
After a few minutes of convincing the teacher there was no problem they both went to their places. It was weird, normally his teacher would never give a fig about him but now it was like the very sight of Bou scared him. Then there were the two boys this morning who ran like hell when they saw him on the halls. And then his classmates who were intent on seeing his cold dead corpse, now it’s as if the very thought of him terrified them.
He sat on his seat and within minutes the lecture started.
For the first time in a few weeks, nobody threw spit balls at him. Nobody passed notes to him about he’s going to die and nobody tried to even tried to touch him.
What on earth is going on?
69696969696
“And everyone’s acting too… nice!” Bou slammed his fists on the table, before his drink could fall Doiha’s hand went to grab the cup before it could fall. The blond still hasn’t got used to the idea of people treating him as a normal person. “Doiha, what is wrong with this school?!”
“Hey, you’re the Red Card girl” Doiha said, going back to his salad and putting back the drink in its place, “Maybe this from Miyavi you know, the whole idea of him liking you isn’t really…”
“Will you quit it already?!” Bou raised a fist at the other’s face, “It’s not true! Just because he gives me gifts doesn’t mean it’s anything like that!”
“But then again, he won’t stop calling you his girlfriend” the raven haired boy before him sipped his drink. “I mean posting something like that on the school’s board… You think he was going to-”
“That annoying guy he’s just so annoying… eh, what?!” the blond stopped in his tracks and rounded up Doiha who looked up at him in surprise as hitodamas started floating beside his head and his visage growing darker in a second, “He did what?!”
“I assumed you know” Doiha said coolly, his two hands raised in defeat, “I mean, it’s in the school’s bulletin…”
“What did it say?!” Bou grabbed the collar of his friend shirt, and Doiha knew from that murderous look that he really shouldn’t be messing around with this Bou.
“Well… he kinda posted…”
69696969696
Miyavi was waiting for Bou by the bulletin, knowing full well that by around this time the blond would be running up to him like the deranged lunatic that he is. He had it all over the bulletin, ‘don’t touch Bomb shell or you’re dead!’. A tad bit cliché, but it had the desired effect on his school.
Though he had to beat a couple of fags up for defying the law, but it was well worth it.
“Miyavi!!!!!!!!!!!!” the high pitched scream of a certain blond, it was like music to his pierced ears. The blond came over pushing the students away on his without even looking back to apologize.
“Yes?” the ore-sama smiled, “To what do I owe this meeting?”
“What the hell is that?!” Bou pointed at the bulletin at the many papers and the death threats and most especially his named that was connected with the words, ‘Miyavi’s girlfriend’ “Please explain to me what is my name doing there alongside those two horrible words?!”
Miyavi laughed heartily, his hands inside his pockets and leaning against the wall as Bou tried to extract the truth from him. Doiha followed him behind, clutching on to his shoulder bag as he called out to Bou who didn’t turn back.
“One o’clock, the park just a few blocks from here” was all he said, he leaned forward, until their noses met. Bou could see the weird triumphant expression glittering in his eyes. He smiled at the blonde’s confused look and stepped back, “Oh by the way, wear the bracelet, okay?”
He bumped into Doiha but instead of posting another Red Card on the boy, he let it pass.
Bou still hasn’t moved from his position, his head not anywhere clear as it was this morning.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and without looking back he knew it was Doiha.
“Bou, you might not believe me and I haven’t been here for a long time” the boy said in a matter of fact way, “But I think… Miyavi just asked you out on a date”
A picture of the planet earth and a scream that broke boundaries was heard.
69696969696
It was a beautiful Saturday, the sun was high in the sky and city was bustling as it always was. The malls were busy, and so were the streets with people who went in and out buildings. Girls in mini-skirts flocked from one store to another carrying pastel colored bags. A couple with cups of a coffee in the hands at a café is out on a simple coffee break.
There other people out that day, but this story don’t have any concern for the background image except for that one black car slowly stopping by a certain park. The passenger door opened and out came the tall ore-sama, looking smug and happy in his designer clothes.
“I’ll just call later, okay, Kira?” Miyavi said to his driver, the man nodded and went off as soon as the boy closed the door. He fixed himself, looked at his face at the first thing that reflected his face.
He smiled, his pierced face looking a tad bit menacing instead of happy. The people near him slowly retreated away, scared that he was some scary hooligan.
The ore-sama seemed oblivious to the people and just went over to the swings, looking at his watch.
“He’s coming…” he told himself, it was ten minutes to one, with one of his arrogant smile on his face he started swinging slowly.
69696969696
“What if he was serious?” Miku asked, pulling a box of cornflakes from the shelf. Saturday was his and Bou’s day off, both from school and work, so they have most of the time for themselves. Today was spent in the grocery, stocking up what they don’t have at home.
The blond snatched a fast look at the store’s clock, and from his last check it was two thirty.
“I don’t fucking care” Bou said, trying to sound blunt but there was that small hint of guilt in his chest. He pulled out a can of something from the shelf, this guilt was eating up his chest and he doesn’t like it one bit “It’s a fucking plot”
“Well” the brunette said thoughtfully, his childish ways aside, “I guess I understand where you’re coming from but maybe you know… people change and I’m guessing Miyavi is trying to… compensate he seems like a nice guy” the brunette forced a small laugh down to a beam, remembering the small fight between the two at their apartment.
“Whatever, I’m still not going” the blond looked at the can and realized he pulled the wrong one, “And he is not nice! Oh my god, what is wrong with you?!”
“I should be asking you that” Miku said, pointing at the unneeded can of mushrooms in the femme’s hands. “You’ve been making the same mistake the whole morning”
Bou bit his lower lip as he looked at the shiny brand name. He almost had the delusion that the thing was mocking him.
“I have to go” the cross dresser put back the can rather hastily, putting more force than necessary.
“Hey, Bou I’m sorry… I just not-” the brunette feeling bad for pointing out the blonde’s mistakes
“No, Miku, I’m not feeling good… Please finish shopping for me, I just want to go” Bou suddenly felt all too cold, he stepped back, turned around and ran out of the aisle leaving his roommate alone to do the grocery.
When the blond cross dresser ran out of the store, the skies were gray and the rain was pouring buckets.
69696969696
Against his better judgment, he found himself leaning on the wall on a building nearby the park. He slowly went to the floor, his chest heavy from the running, the store wasn’t that far but it was still a distance.
He held himself as the rain started to pour harder and the wind picking up a cold breath. The blond didn’t want to go here, but he couldn’t control where his legs took him. Before he knew it he was there. Bou hasn’t tried taking a peek, making sure that the tall boy was there. But then, who in their right mind would stay in the rain?
“Maybe he left?” the blond whispered, the sleeved of his long sleeved shirt fell a bit and hanging on his wrist was the bracelet Miyavi gave him. That morning was a strange one, he was sure he left the bracelet on his table, but here it was with him on his wrist.
“Why are you with me…?” Bou smiled sadly at the thing, he did like it. Maybe he has come to love it. He sighed and stood up, putting on his hood to give himself a bit of protection from the rain, he started to the playground.
69696969696
When Bou ran to the middle, all he saw was the other boy who was patiently waiting for him. The blond felt the guilt again, the one that has been chewing on his conscious. He stopped quite a distance from the figure who just sat on the swing, unmoving yet Bou could see the small tremors run though Miyavi’s body.
He swallowed his pride, with his hands inside his pockets, he ran up to the ore-sama.
“Hey…” he called out going over to Miyavi.
The look Miyavi gave him as he looked up scared the daylights out of Bou. He had such a scary expression on his face and those blood shot eyes just made it even scarier.
“Oh my god” Bou whispered, he took off the jacket he had on and wrapped it carefully around Miyavi’s shivering form. He pouted a bit then helped the ore-sama up from his position, “Come, dumb ass, we better get you somewhere dry you might die of hypothermia or whatever if we don’t move…”
“Y-y-y-you bitch!” Miyavi muttered, as Bou got one of Miyavi’s arms over his shoulders. “I-I-I-I told you to come-”
“Shut up, I’m trying to save you from getting a cold, okay?” the blond replied though without the angry tone this time, he had half the mind to leave the boy, but pity wouldn’t let him do that. As he lifted the heavy ore-sama off the swing, they started to move to the nearest building.
He got himself dripping wet, but for some reason he doesn’t seem to mind or care.
Miyavi didn’t say anything after that, even with Bou’s jacket, he was still doomed to sneeze anyway. When they finally got somewhere with a solid roof above their heads, a small waiting shack, Bou sat Miyavi down. His pink jacket wasn’t much of a help, he couldn’t help but giggle a bit.
The cross dresser hugged himself, trying his best to keep warm.
“W-w-what a-a-re y-y-you….” He sneezed at this, wrapping the blonde’s jacket tightly around himself, “L-l-laughing ab-b-bout?”
The blond looked at the ore-sama amused, “You know, you’re funny when you’re not being such an asshole”
“W-w-well… ain’t t-t-t-that something…?” the usually nasty autocrat rolled his eyes and let out a broken laugh, and then he spotted something around the blonde’s left wrist. The Tiffany’s bracelet wrapped sweetly wet with bits of water from the rain.
He wanted to say something but shut his mouth as the blond pushed his hands inside his pockets. It seemed that Bou was oblivious to the fact that Miyavi saw the small trinket. And Miyavi decided that seeing it with the other was just enough. He doesn’t know why but here comes that feeling again, the one he felt when he saved Bou from being mutilated. The one that plagued his chest during that small talk in the clinic. The one he felt when Bou called him ‘Miyavi’ and not ‘dumb ass’
It was a weird feeling that he has never felt before with anyone else, not even with his sister whom he loves very much. He smiled secretly, as Bou looked beyond the distance checking if they there were any more buildings they can run off to.
“What are you grinning about, dumb ass?” Bou frowned turning his attention back to the ore-sama.
“W-w-who…” a sneeze interjected, then he put on one of his funny grins. He wrapped the jacket around him more, maybe he was a dumb ass, sitting in the rain like that “I-I-I-I have no idea w-w-what you’re talking about… bomb shell”
“Yeah, whatever” the blond sat beside him. There was a moment of silence between them, not one of awkwardness but a moment where they gathered thoughts and planned carefully the next words that would come out of their mouths. “Miyavi… I really need to know”
“W-w-what?”
“Why?” and at the same time, both their heads looked up from reflection, Miyavi’s orbs looking straight at equally dark eyes.
“I-I-I just… w-w-wanted… t-t-t-to” the ore-sama went back to looking at the ground, thinking up what he was going to say. And yes, with that lovely sensation, there comes the lost words. Miyavi was never the eloquent type. “… My O-O-Onee-chan s-said… I should… try a-a-and g-get your c-c-consent”
“Why would you want to get my consent?” Bou asked; that confused him, why would the tall boy want his consent? If he wants to hurt Bou it’s not like he can ask permission.
“I-i-it’s… I just want to okay!” his angry tone was blown away by the sneeze he produced. Bou couldn’t help but giggle. “I mean… whatever…”
“You do have a way words” the blond rolled his eyes.
“Shut up” the ore-sama muttered, his voice weakening from the cold.
“So, this is… really… a…”
“Hm…?” the ore-sama looked at the blond who was tinkering with the small precious bracelet on his hands.
“A… you know, a date…?” the blond was staring at him with an inquiring look.
“Well… yeah…”
“Oh…” Bou looked aside, his lips twisted in a strange manner that showed how confused he was. He didn’t know what to do; from the way Miyavi was acting it wasn’t some clever scheme of sorts. He couldn’t find any reason or even any indicators to tell him that Miyavi was just using him as a pawn of sorts.
He took another glance from the corner of his eyes and bit the nail of his thumb, “Um… so what do we do now?”
“Beats me…”
“Oh seriously, do you even have a social life?” the blond asked the other with exasperation apparent in his voice, “I mean, after you beat up people… don’t you actually talk to anyone else other than those creepy friends of yours?”
“Go on and mock my lack of social life will you?” Miyavi snorted, “At least I have one unlike you-”
“Unlike me who has to study and work just to make ends meet” Bou pointed out. “Can’t get past that”
Miyavi frowned and just looked at the slowly dimming rain.
“The rain’s coming to a stop” Bou voiced out what Miyavi had in mind. The blond looked at the autocrat who sneezed one more time before he shook his head a little and rubbed softly at his nose.
Miyavi reminded Bou of a little confused boy, and he can’t help but feel the side of his lips rise from the all too cu-
Seriously, where do these thoughts come from?!
“So… what do we do now?” the blond stood up, unlike Miyavi he wasn’t really wet from the rain since he didn’t spend that much time getting soaked and he had his jacket on for most part until he had to hand it to Miyavi. “You organized this whole stupid thing, you should know what to do”
“Yeah, yeah!” the tall boy said, slowly standing up while taking off the jacket from his shoulders, “I’m not as dumb enough as to make a date and not plan it! We’re going to…” the autocrat looked around and found what he was looking for, “… There’s a place over there! I guess we can check that out”
And for the second time of the week, Miyavi pulled at his hand and within minutes they were walking down the street. Bou tagged along but shook his head at his partner’s.
Wait… did I just refer to him as a partner?!?
Bou knew he was suddenly heading down a path he might regret.
69696969696
“Welcome to our shop!” a thin boy welcomed them, wearing the standard waiter uniform. He smiled as he the two went in, with a softly bickering Bou being dragged in at the quite expensive shop.
“But this place is too-”
“Don’t worry” Miyavi silenced the blond as he found them a place to sit, “This was my idea so I’m paying and besides, it’s not like you have that kind of money”
“Oh whatever” Bou crossed his arms over his chest, “Go ahead and poke at my being poor, I’d rather be poor with a brain than be rich and dumb”
“Will you shut up on the insults already? If you want this to work, just try to cooperate” the ore-sama pointed out.
“Who said I wanted this anyway?” Bou said, slowly taking the menu list when the waiter handed him one. Miyavi got one as well and flipped through the pages for anything they can order. The femme took one look at the list and blanched, everything was way pricey for his standards.
“I told you” the ore-sama said, seeing the look on the blonde’s face, “I’ll pay”
“I don’t want any” he said, putting away the list, seeing the price was enough for him.
“Come on, pick anything you like” the ore-sama egged the blond, “I’ve been here before and the food’s just amazing. There’s this nice looking piece with a blueberry filling, you might like it if you try-”
“I said I don’t want any, okay?” the blond showed his displeasure, “I know you’re just doing this to make me crawl to your feet. Well I’m not buying any of it!”
Miyavi scratched the back of his head, frustrated, “I’m not trying to buy you okay!”
“Oh yeah, well, let’s call it bribing then”
“No! I’m not trying to do that too!”
“Oh? So what are you doing then?”
“I want to buy you a fucking piece of cake, is that hard to understand?!” the rich boy slammed his fist on the table. They didn’t notice the fact that they were already standing, the two of them, their faces locked on each other in the middle of a rather heated argument.
“Touchy couple” they heard a patron from another table comment, while sipping on his coffee.
The two suddenly felt the eyes of the people who witnessed their little squabble. Their waiter who had front row to their bickering looked at them, not sure whether to stay where he is or run and cover.
“Um… will you still want to order… Ma’am… Sir…?”
“Yeah” Miyavi flopped back to his seat, a tad bit embarrassed at the show he and the blond pulled. He had a hand over his face, as if covering a small bit of his face was enough to cover up the stunt the pulled “I’ll just take a slice from the Devil’s Pyramid”
“Oh, okay one piece of that… and I’m assuming Miss won’t be ordering…?”
“Um… nope, I’m okay” Bou followed suit and just sat down quietly, feeling the same way as the ore-sama. He just wanted to melt to the floor or just disappear. The waiter silently slipped away from the couple, content that he finally has their order.
“God, that humiliating…” Miyavi chuckled, shaking his head.
“Fine” Bou started, “I’m sorry for that, I guess some of it was my fault”
“Yeah, good you know that”
Bou’s lips curled in displeasure; at least Miyavi should’ve shouldered some of the fault! It’s not like Bou was the only one embarrassed by the situation. He wanted to say something back but then went against it. The waiter came back a few minutes later with Miyavi’s order in hand.
“Devil’s Pyramid one slice, hope you will enjoy your cake, sir” the man said, as he placed the cake on top of the table along with a knife and a fork on the side.
“Ha! So delicious!” Miyavi remarked, and Bou kind of regretted not ordering anything. As he tried his best to ignore the ore-sama (who suddenly reverted to a ten year old at the sight of the tasty treat) he couldn’t help but feel hungry all of a sudden.
It looked so good! A thick layer of chocolate on top with tasty creams and cherry on top, it could easily make anyone melt.
Bou did his best impression of being stoic, it seemed to not work as Miyavi held out a pig chunk to his face on his fork and said, “Hey… you want one…?”
“I am full” the blond shook his head, “And besides, I don’t want to get fat like you”
“Oh come on…” Miyavi made little circles in front of Bou’s face with the piece, “You know you want some of this”
“Fuck you asshole! What part of ‘I don’t want your stupid cake’ do you not understand?” the femme hissed pulling his face away from the scrumptious thing. “God, dumb ass, I never being absent from school made this much of a retard!”
“There we go again with the name-calling!” the tall boy threw his fork on his plate, “If you want this fucking date to work, at least try to call me something other than ‘dumb ass’ or any of the like!”
“I will stop calling you ‘dumb ass’ if you start treating me properly!” and then he added, “And besides, who said I wanted to be on this date anyway? And is this even a date? God, I’d rather have spit balls on me than be on this bore-fest you call a date!”
“Oh now, what?” Miyavi raised his hands and voice in exasperation, “It’s my fault now… I mean, I didn’t just helped you get your stuff, gave you nice things… Oh and I didn’t just saved your life and all without at least a thank you-”
“Don’t start that with me again!” Bou pointed an accusing finger at the boy, “Have you forgotten why you had to save my life? Well, for one thing… Oh that’s right! Because I fucking have a Red Card!”
“Well… that’s…! Hey this isn’t fair!” Miyavi replied, “Give me credit bitch! I am trying to make you fucking happy! Can’t you understand?!”
“Do not pull that crap on me” Bou laughed and waved a hand in the air dismissing the idea, “You want to make me happy?! I’m seriously reconsidering calling you a dumb ass, you have great plot up there, but it’s not working on me!”
“Plot? Plot?! Is that what you think this is?!” the ore-sama stood up from his seat, his fist slamming on the table rattling the things on the table. “This is not a plot! This is just a fucking date! You know, a guy asking a girl he likes out-”
“Miyavi, you asshole have you forgotten that I’m not a girl?!” then the blond clasped his hands over his mouth.
Miyavi and Bou looked at each other, both shocked at the sudden outburst from the blond. People once again were looking at them, this time with a similar surprised look on their faces. A man in the middle of putting some spaghetti in his mouth, the couple who were so lovey-dovey a few moments ago and the patrons who all had a brow raised at their childish behavior.
Then someone tapped Miyavi’s shoulder and when they looked it was the same waiter from before, “Um… I’m sorry Miss, Sir but everyone’s having a problem with your um… Attitudes and they would like it if you please step out of this place…”
“Miyavi… now would be a good time for you to pull my hand and take me away….” Bou whispered from the corner of his lips, his face frozen in a weird forced smile.
“Oh… Oooooh….” The tall boy nodded, he first pulled out a couple of bills from his pocket and left it on the table. Then he slowly went to Bou and pulled him away from his place and this time the blond happily followed, they stopped in front of the waiter first, “We’re sorry… we’ll be leaving now…”
“Yeah” Bou wore an apologetic smile, “We’re leaving… ha… ha…”
Everyone’s eyes never left them even until the bell on the door rang as it swung open and close.
69696969696
“This has got to be the most horrible date ever!” Bou wailed, as Miyavi bought the blond to the nearest elevator. “What the fuck happened there? Oh god… I don’t think I can show my face in public after that!”
“I second that motion” the autocrat muttered as the two loaded the elevator. “Why did you have to be such a hissy bitch about everything?!”
“Now don’t you shift the blame on me!” Was all Bou said before the elevator door closed on them.
Five minutes later one of the maintenance staff and a man in a suit came around the hallway.
“Ah, this is the one… this is the broken elevator!” the man in the suit said pointing at the very same one the feisty couple used.
“Oh okay, I’ll post up this sign then to keep people from coming in then” the janitor posted an ‘Out of order’ sign.
A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaah! It’s longer! Six thousand words, I hope this is enough for compensation for the lack of updates! I’ve been such a bad author! I know, I know! I hope it’s not stupid, because no matter how I re-edit this, I still can’t get it right and I know some of you guys are in hurry for the next chapters. And once again, I am so sorry for not updating as fast as I usually do!
I just want to thank everyone who read my stories and those newcomers and the people who lost track of this story and went back to reading it again. I love each and every one of you all. *Showers you with all my love*
Author:
earnestinberlinTheme: 011. Cake
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Don’t worry, in a few years’ time, I will OWN them.<-- of course, this will only happen in my dreams because the chances of that happening in real life is like… zip.
Comments:: Oh my god, total sorry for not updating soon! I’m a horrible author!
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
Chapitre Onze
It took two hours of persuading but Ayumi has managed to get her little brother to spill. She had to waste over a hundreds of dollars for long distance, but it’s not like her hubby won’t pay all that. And besides, what’s a few hundred dollars but spare change? She’s managed to extract quite a volume from her brother and from what she’s garnered her poor little brother’s just can’t seem to find a way out of the tangles of his infatuation.
Which is of course, is why the boy called her; after all Ayumi’s quite a natural in the whole love department.
Though she has to review Miyavi’s case, because it seems like he’s gotten on quite murky waters with this girl of his.
“Hm… so this girl’s a red card?” she shook her head, “Miyavi, how many times do I have to tell you to quit it with the Red Cards! No wonder this girl’s a bit aggressive on you!”
“Hmp. aggressive” Miyavi’s irony laden voice on the other end sounded, pretending to consider what his sister said “She’s just a total bitch… but-”
“But you can’t help but seem to like her?”
“Yeah and it sucks, I mean most girls would just fall on their knees for me but it’s… this one” then there was a bit of a struggle on the other end. Ayumi shook her head; her brother has a way with words. “I mean, why isn’t she? Why is she so hard to break down?”
“Miyavi, lading a girl with gifts isn’t enough” she said this with an air of an expert; the girl waved a finger in the air, “I mean, why do you think I said yes to Ken when he proposed to me?”
“Because he proposed to you with a wardrobe from Kazuaki Takashima and an engagement ring from Tiffany’s?”
“True… hey, wait!” Ayumi sat up straight with a pout on her face, “That’s just half of it okay! I do love my hubby, you know! And it’s more than the expensive gifts! Miyavi, with your kind of girl, you just can’t move her with material things… You need to get her consent”
“Consent? What’s that” Miyavi asked, the whole concept of this consent foreign to him, and way over in New York his sister figured Miyavi might be a bit lacking in his social life.
Ayumi sighed, “You know, there are some girls you just can’t win over with a Dolce and Gabbana bag! And from your current heartache, it’s obvious your girl is one of those special breeds”
“Yeah, my girl…” Miyavi did like the feel of those words in his tongue, though the irony of that statement never escaped him. Referring to Bou as ‘his’ was nice, made him grin in a way that would make the blond deliver one of those punches of his smack to his face. But referring to Bou as a ‘girl’- well, he had to leave out this one tiny significant detail to his sister.
“Well, let’s back track okay?” Ayumi’s voice sliced through his thoughts like a knife, “She’s some sort of a fighter and I guessing she’s the ass especially with you-”
“What the fuck is up with everyone thinking I’m a sex maniac!”
“Hey, ask me that when you get your tattoos erased and those metal rings on your face removed!” his sister pointed out, rendering him silent for a while, “I’m going to assume with a boy like you that you went for a looker, how’s her bongos?”
“Uh… well” Miyavi bit hit lower lip, trying his best not let out the bubbles of laughter pop out of his mouth. He gripped at his chest, trying to stop himself from the fits of giggles that were punching out of his throat, “She’s… kind of… flat”
If Miyavi wasn’t careful he’d be bleeding from the wound from pushing his upper teeth to his lower lip. The whole idea… It just made him want to slam his head on the desk. Oh the dear sweet irony.
“Flat?” Ayumi’s brows raised high in her head, “I never knew went for that kind of girl”
“Well you know… the smaller… the better… More is less, as they say” Miyavi knows he was babbling but he couldn’t help it. Any moment now his ribs was in danger of cracking.
“Okay…” Miyavi had to pinch himself, at first she didn’t sound as if she was convinced but the small laughter he heard on the phone told him it was okay. He let out a relieved sigh, “Well, what do I know the trends there in Japan… But really, that’s weird”
“So this consent thing… how does it work?”
69696969696
“I’m so confused” Bou said to absolutely no one, and if the stuffed rabbit sitting on his study table was enough of a companion then he was talking to that. “I mean… I want beat up that Miyavi… but I can’t! He’s being… nice”
The blond shrugged at the thought, chills running down his spine. He sat up and looked at his Usagi-chan.
“I guess I should thank him then, Usagi-chan? After all, he did try to save me the other day and that bag was really cute…”
“Hey, are you talking to yourself?” Miku’s head poked from the door, a sneaky grin on his face.
“Leave me alone, Miku!” Bou threw a small pillow at his friend; it missed and fell to the floor. The brunette shook his head and picked it up, then lumped himself on Bou’s futon.
“You know… if you ask me, maybe Miyavi’s just…” he said in a singsong voice, trailing the last part for Bou to fill the blanks.
“Miku!” Bou pushed his best friend away, “He doesn’t like me okay?”
“Then why would he go to all the trouble, huh, Bou?” Miku smirked, “Last I heard not a lot of people do that you know, and especially to their enemies. If you ask me, I would certainly take advantage of the situation-”
“Well, Nobody asked you, okay? And get off my futon; I’m going to sleep now” Bou told Miku off who just giggled away as he went to get his own futon.
69696969696
Bou walked down the hall, it was the silence. That silence that met him the first time he received the Red Card. But maybe the silence could be attributed to the fact that no one was even in the halls. He stopped his tracks and frowned, this can’t be right. It was eight in the morning, it’s impossible to have no people!
“So then I heard that David Beckham was coming over to our part of the hotel…” he snapped out of his thoughts and saw a couple of boys coming to his direction and stood still.
The boys let out a quick laugh but stopped when they say Bou. Their faces held expressions of shock and no one moved. The speaker nudged his friend on the chest with his elbow and whispered something in his ear to which his friend nodded fervently.
“Um… Good morning, miss…” his forced smile holding a mixture of fear and respect for the blond.
Bou raised an eyebrow his mouth curled into a questioning manner.
The two boys bowed down and went on their way hurriedly before breaking into panicked runs.
“Hey…! Come back!” the blond waved his arm trying to get their attention, but they ran as fast they can without looking back. One of them managed to hit a locker on his way out before scrambling back up again. Bou was confused, “What was that all about?”
The blond jogged his way to his classroom and when he opened the door, all the chatters subsided. Bou looked at them wide-eyed, staring as each and everyone went back to their seats in the matter of a few minutes without looking at him. His brows were furrowed, this was starting to creep him out-
“Oh, you!” the teacher greeted Bou, to which the blond jumped in surprise, “Ah, did I scare you? I’m sorry! I’m sorry for that I hope I didn’t give you heart attack it’s just that you were standing there and I thought you were just-”
“Oh no, please, it’s okay!” Bou stopped the teacher from mumbling anything more, “I was just surprised that’s all!”
After a few minutes of convincing the teacher there was no problem they both went to their places. It was weird, normally his teacher would never give a fig about him but now it was like the very sight of Bou scared him. Then there were the two boys this morning who ran like hell when they saw him on the halls. And then his classmates who were intent on seeing his cold dead corpse, now it’s as if the very thought of him terrified them.
He sat on his seat and within minutes the lecture started.
For the first time in a few weeks, nobody threw spit balls at him. Nobody passed notes to him about he’s going to die and nobody tried to even tried to touch him.
What on earth is going on?
69696969696
“And everyone’s acting too… nice!” Bou slammed his fists on the table, before his drink could fall Doiha’s hand went to grab the cup before it could fall. The blond still hasn’t got used to the idea of people treating him as a normal person. “Doiha, what is wrong with this school?!”
“Hey, you’re the Red Card girl” Doiha said, going back to his salad and putting back the drink in its place, “Maybe this from Miyavi you know, the whole idea of him liking you isn’t really…”
“Will you quit it already?!” Bou raised a fist at the other’s face, “It’s not true! Just because he gives me gifts doesn’t mean it’s anything like that!”
“But then again, he won’t stop calling you his girlfriend” the raven haired boy before him sipped his drink. “I mean posting something like that on the school’s board… You think he was going to-”
“That annoying guy he’s just so annoying… eh, what?!” the blond stopped in his tracks and rounded up Doiha who looked up at him in surprise as hitodamas started floating beside his head and his visage growing darker in a second, “He did what?!”
“I assumed you know” Doiha said coolly, his two hands raised in defeat, “I mean, it’s in the school’s bulletin…”
“What did it say?!” Bou grabbed the collar of his friend shirt, and Doiha knew from that murderous look that he really shouldn’t be messing around with this Bou.
“Well… he kinda posted…”
69696969696
Miyavi was waiting for Bou by the bulletin, knowing full well that by around this time the blond would be running up to him like the deranged lunatic that he is. He had it all over the bulletin, ‘don’t touch Bomb shell or you’re dead!’. A tad bit cliché, but it had the desired effect on his school.
Though he had to beat a couple of fags up for defying the law, but it was well worth it.
“Miyavi!!!!!!!!!!!!” the high pitched scream of a certain blond, it was like music to his pierced ears. The blond came over pushing the students away on his without even looking back to apologize.
“Yes?” the ore-sama smiled, “To what do I owe this meeting?”
“What the hell is that?!” Bou pointed at the bulletin at the many papers and the death threats and most especially his named that was connected with the words, ‘Miyavi’s girlfriend’ “Please explain to me what is my name doing there alongside those two horrible words?!”
Miyavi laughed heartily, his hands inside his pockets and leaning against the wall as Bou tried to extract the truth from him. Doiha followed him behind, clutching on to his shoulder bag as he called out to Bou who didn’t turn back.
“One o’clock, the park just a few blocks from here” was all he said, he leaned forward, until their noses met. Bou could see the weird triumphant expression glittering in his eyes. He smiled at the blonde’s confused look and stepped back, “Oh by the way, wear the bracelet, okay?”
He bumped into Doiha but instead of posting another Red Card on the boy, he let it pass.
Bou still hasn’t moved from his position, his head not anywhere clear as it was this morning.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and without looking back he knew it was Doiha.
“Bou, you might not believe me and I haven’t been here for a long time” the boy said in a matter of fact way, “But I think… Miyavi just asked you out on a date”
A picture of the planet earth and a scream that broke boundaries was heard.
69696969696
It was a beautiful Saturday, the sun was high in the sky and city was bustling as it always was. The malls were busy, and so were the streets with people who went in and out buildings. Girls in mini-skirts flocked from one store to another carrying pastel colored bags. A couple with cups of a coffee in the hands at a café is out on a simple coffee break.
There other people out that day, but this story don’t have any concern for the background image except for that one black car slowly stopping by a certain park. The passenger door opened and out came the tall ore-sama, looking smug and happy in his designer clothes.
“I’ll just call later, okay, Kira?” Miyavi said to his driver, the man nodded and went off as soon as the boy closed the door. He fixed himself, looked at his face at the first thing that reflected his face.
He smiled, his pierced face looking a tad bit menacing instead of happy. The people near him slowly retreated away, scared that he was some scary hooligan.
The ore-sama seemed oblivious to the people and just went over to the swings, looking at his watch.
“He’s coming…” he told himself, it was ten minutes to one, with one of his arrogant smile on his face he started swinging slowly.
69696969696
“What if he was serious?” Miku asked, pulling a box of cornflakes from the shelf. Saturday was his and Bou’s day off, both from school and work, so they have most of the time for themselves. Today was spent in the grocery, stocking up what they don’t have at home.
The blond snatched a fast look at the store’s clock, and from his last check it was two thirty.
“I don’t fucking care” Bou said, trying to sound blunt but there was that small hint of guilt in his chest. He pulled out a can of something from the shelf, this guilt was eating up his chest and he doesn’t like it one bit “It’s a fucking plot”
“Well” the brunette said thoughtfully, his childish ways aside, “I guess I understand where you’re coming from but maybe you know… people change and I’m guessing Miyavi is trying to… compensate he seems like a nice guy” the brunette forced a small laugh down to a beam, remembering the small fight between the two at their apartment.
“Whatever, I’m still not going” the blond looked at the can and realized he pulled the wrong one, “And he is not nice! Oh my god, what is wrong with you?!”
“I should be asking you that” Miku said, pointing at the unneeded can of mushrooms in the femme’s hands. “You’ve been making the same mistake the whole morning”
Bou bit his lower lip as he looked at the shiny brand name. He almost had the delusion that the thing was mocking him.
“I have to go” the cross dresser put back the can rather hastily, putting more force than necessary.
“Hey, Bou I’m sorry… I just not-” the brunette feeling bad for pointing out the blonde’s mistakes
“No, Miku, I’m not feeling good… Please finish shopping for me, I just want to go” Bou suddenly felt all too cold, he stepped back, turned around and ran out of the aisle leaving his roommate alone to do the grocery.
When the blond cross dresser ran out of the store, the skies were gray and the rain was pouring buckets.
69696969696
Against his better judgment, he found himself leaning on the wall on a building nearby the park. He slowly went to the floor, his chest heavy from the running, the store wasn’t that far but it was still a distance.
He held himself as the rain started to pour harder and the wind picking up a cold breath. The blond didn’t want to go here, but he couldn’t control where his legs took him. Before he knew it he was there. Bou hasn’t tried taking a peek, making sure that the tall boy was there. But then, who in their right mind would stay in the rain?
“Maybe he left?” the blond whispered, the sleeved of his long sleeved shirt fell a bit and hanging on his wrist was the bracelet Miyavi gave him. That morning was a strange one, he was sure he left the bracelet on his table, but here it was with him on his wrist.
“Why are you with me…?” Bou smiled sadly at the thing, he did like it. Maybe he has come to love it. He sighed and stood up, putting on his hood to give himself a bit of protection from the rain, he started to the playground.
69696969696
When Bou ran to the middle, all he saw was the other boy who was patiently waiting for him. The blond felt the guilt again, the one that has been chewing on his conscious. He stopped quite a distance from the figure who just sat on the swing, unmoving yet Bou could see the small tremors run though Miyavi’s body.
He swallowed his pride, with his hands inside his pockets, he ran up to the ore-sama.
“Hey…” he called out going over to Miyavi.
The look Miyavi gave him as he looked up scared the daylights out of Bou. He had such a scary expression on his face and those blood shot eyes just made it even scarier.
“Oh my god” Bou whispered, he took off the jacket he had on and wrapped it carefully around Miyavi’s shivering form. He pouted a bit then helped the ore-sama up from his position, “Come, dumb ass, we better get you somewhere dry you might die of hypothermia or whatever if we don’t move…”
“Y-y-y-you bitch!” Miyavi muttered, as Bou got one of Miyavi’s arms over his shoulders. “I-I-I-I told you to come-”
“Shut up, I’m trying to save you from getting a cold, okay?” the blond replied though without the angry tone this time, he had half the mind to leave the boy, but pity wouldn’t let him do that. As he lifted the heavy ore-sama off the swing, they started to move to the nearest building.
He got himself dripping wet, but for some reason he doesn’t seem to mind or care.
Miyavi didn’t say anything after that, even with Bou’s jacket, he was still doomed to sneeze anyway. When they finally got somewhere with a solid roof above their heads, a small waiting shack, Bou sat Miyavi down. His pink jacket wasn’t much of a help, he couldn’t help but giggle a bit.
The cross dresser hugged himself, trying his best to keep warm.
“W-w-what a-a-re y-y-you….” He sneezed at this, wrapping the blonde’s jacket tightly around himself, “L-l-laughing ab-b-bout?”
The blond looked at the ore-sama amused, “You know, you’re funny when you’re not being such an asshole”
“W-w-well… ain’t t-t-t-that something…?” the usually nasty autocrat rolled his eyes and let out a broken laugh, and then he spotted something around the blonde’s left wrist. The Tiffany’s bracelet wrapped sweetly wet with bits of water from the rain.
He wanted to say something but shut his mouth as the blond pushed his hands inside his pockets. It seemed that Bou was oblivious to the fact that Miyavi saw the small trinket. And Miyavi decided that seeing it with the other was just enough. He doesn’t know why but here comes that feeling again, the one he felt when he saved Bou from being mutilated. The one that plagued his chest during that small talk in the clinic. The one he felt when Bou called him ‘Miyavi’ and not ‘dumb ass’
It was a weird feeling that he has never felt before with anyone else, not even with his sister whom he loves very much. He smiled secretly, as Bou looked beyond the distance checking if they there were any more buildings they can run off to.
“What are you grinning about, dumb ass?” Bou frowned turning his attention back to the ore-sama.
“W-w-who…” a sneeze interjected, then he put on one of his funny grins. He wrapped the jacket around him more, maybe he was a dumb ass, sitting in the rain like that “I-I-I-I have no idea w-w-what you’re talking about… bomb shell”
“Yeah, whatever” the blond sat beside him. There was a moment of silence between them, not one of awkwardness but a moment where they gathered thoughts and planned carefully the next words that would come out of their mouths. “Miyavi… I really need to know”
“W-w-what?”
“Why?” and at the same time, both their heads looked up from reflection, Miyavi’s orbs looking straight at equally dark eyes.
“I-I-I just… w-w-wanted… t-t-t-to” the ore-sama went back to looking at the ground, thinking up what he was going to say. And yes, with that lovely sensation, there comes the lost words. Miyavi was never the eloquent type. “… My O-O-Onee-chan s-said… I should… try a-a-and g-get your c-c-consent”
“Why would you want to get my consent?” Bou asked; that confused him, why would the tall boy want his consent? If he wants to hurt Bou it’s not like he can ask permission.
“I-i-it’s… I just want to okay!” his angry tone was blown away by the sneeze he produced. Bou couldn’t help but giggle. “I mean… whatever…”
“You do have a way words” the blond rolled his eyes.
“Shut up” the ore-sama muttered, his voice weakening from the cold.
“So, this is… really… a…”
“Hm…?” the ore-sama looked at the blond who was tinkering with the small precious bracelet on his hands.
“A… you know, a date…?” the blond was staring at him with an inquiring look.
“Well… yeah…”
“Oh…” Bou looked aside, his lips twisted in a strange manner that showed how confused he was. He didn’t know what to do; from the way Miyavi was acting it wasn’t some clever scheme of sorts. He couldn’t find any reason or even any indicators to tell him that Miyavi was just using him as a pawn of sorts.
He took another glance from the corner of his eyes and bit the nail of his thumb, “Um… so what do we do now?”
“Beats me…”
“Oh seriously, do you even have a social life?” the blond asked the other with exasperation apparent in his voice, “I mean, after you beat up people… don’t you actually talk to anyone else other than those creepy friends of yours?”
“Go on and mock my lack of social life will you?” Miyavi snorted, “At least I have one unlike you-”
“Unlike me who has to study and work just to make ends meet” Bou pointed out. “Can’t get past that”
Miyavi frowned and just looked at the slowly dimming rain.
“The rain’s coming to a stop” Bou voiced out what Miyavi had in mind. The blond looked at the autocrat who sneezed one more time before he shook his head a little and rubbed softly at his nose.
Miyavi reminded Bou of a little confused boy, and he can’t help but feel the side of his lips rise from the all too cu-
Seriously, where do these thoughts come from?!
“So… what do we do now?” the blond stood up, unlike Miyavi he wasn’t really wet from the rain since he didn’t spend that much time getting soaked and he had his jacket on for most part until he had to hand it to Miyavi. “You organized this whole stupid thing, you should know what to do”
“Yeah, yeah!” the tall boy said, slowly standing up while taking off the jacket from his shoulders, “I’m not as dumb enough as to make a date and not plan it! We’re going to…” the autocrat looked around and found what he was looking for, “… There’s a place over there! I guess we can check that out”
And for the second time of the week, Miyavi pulled at his hand and within minutes they were walking down the street. Bou tagged along but shook his head at his partner’s.
Wait… did I just refer to him as a partner?!?
Bou knew he was suddenly heading down a path he might regret.
69696969696
“Welcome to our shop!” a thin boy welcomed them, wearing the standard waiter uniform. He smiled as he the two went in, with a softly bickering Bou being dragged in at the quite expensive shop.
“But this place is too-”
“Don’t worry” Miyavi silenced the blond as he found them a place to sit, “This was my idea so I’m paying and besides, it’s not like you have that kind of money”
“Oh whatever” Bou crossed his arms over his chest, “Go ahead and poke at my being poor, I’d rather be poor with a brain than be rich and dumb”
“Will you shut up on the insults already? If you want this to work, just try to cooperate” the ore-sama pointed out.
“Who said I wanted this anyway?” Bou said, slowly taking the menu list when the waiter handed him one. Miyavi got one as well and flipped through the pages for anything they can order. The femme took one look at the list and blanched, everything was way pricey for his standards.
“I told you” the ore-sama said, seeing the look on the blonde’s face, “I’ll pay”
“I don’t want any” he said, putting away the list, seeing the price was enough for him.
“Come on, pick anything you like” the ore-sama egged the blond, “I’ve been here before and the food’s just amazing. There’s this nice looking piece with a blueberry filling, you might like it if you try-”
“I said I don’t want any, okay?” the blond showed his displeasure, “I know you’re just doing this to make me crawl to your feet. Well I’m not buying any of it!”
Miyavi scratched the back of his head, frustrated, “I’m not trying to buy you okay!”
“Oh yeah, well, let’s call it bribing then”
“No! I’m not trying to do that too!”
“Oh? So what are you doing then?”
“I want to buy you a fucking piece of cake, is that hard to understand?!” the rich boy slammed his fist on the table. They didn’t notice the fact that they were already standing, the two of them, their faces locked on each other in the middle of a rather heated argument.
“Touchy couple” they heard a patron from another table comment, while sipping on his coffee.
The two suddenly felt the eyes of the people who witnessed their little squabble. Their waiter who had front row to their bickering looked at them, not sure whether to stay where he is or run and cover.
“Um… will you still want to order… Ma’am… Sir…?”
“Yeah” Miyavi flopped back to his seat, a tad bit embarrassed at the show he and the blond pulled. He had a hand over his face, as if covering a small bit of his face was enough to cover up the stunt the pulled “I’ll just take a slice from the Devil’s Pyramid”
“Oh, okay one piece of that… and I’m assuming Miss won’t be ordering…?”
“Um… nope, I’m okay” Bou followed suit and just sat down quietly, feeling the same way as the ore-sama. He just wanted to melt to the floor or just disappear. The waiter silently slipped away from the couple, content that he finally has their order.
“God, that humiliating…” Miyavi chuckled, shaking his head.
“Fine” Bou started, “I’m sorry for that, I guess some of it was my fault”
“Yeah, good you know that”
Bou’s lips curled in displeasure; at least Miyavi should’ve shouldered some of the fault! It’s not like Bou was the only one embarrassed by the situation. He wanted to say something back but then went against it. The waiter came back a few minutes later with Miyavi’s order in hand.
“Devil’s Pyramid one slice, hope you will enjoy your cake, sir” the man said, as he placed the cake on top of the table along with a knife and a fork on the side.
“Ha! So delicious!” Miyavi remarked, and Bou kind of regretted not ordering anything. As he tried his best to ignore the ore-sama (who suddenly reverted to a ten year old at the sight of the tasty treat) he couldn’t help but feel hungry all of a sudden.
It looked so good! A thick layer of chocolate on top with tasty creams and cherry on top, it could easily make anyone melt.
Bou did his best impression of being stoic, it seemed to not work as Miyavi held out a pig chunk to his face on his fork and said, “Hey… you want one…?”
“I am full” the blond shook his head, “And besides, I don’t want to get fat like you”
“Oh come on…” Miyavi made little circles in front of Bou’s face with the piece, “You know you want some of this”
“Fuck you asshole! What part of ‘I don’t want your stupid cake’ do you not understand?” the femme hissed pulling his face away from the scrumptious thing. “God, dumb ass, I never being absent from school made this much of a retard!”
“There we go again with the name-calling!” the tall boy threw his fork on his plate, “If you want this fucking date to work, at least try to call me something other than ‘dumb ass’ or any of the like!”
“I will stop calling you ‘dumb ass’ if you start treating me properly!” and then he added, “And besides, who said I wanted to be on this date anyway? And is this even a date? God, I’d rather have spit balls on me than be on this bore-fest you call a date!”
“Oh now, what?” Miyavi raised his hands and voice in exasperation, “It’s my fault now… I mean, I didn’t just helped you get your stuff, gave you nice things… Oh and I didn’t just saved your life and all without at least a thank you-”
“Don’t start that with me again!” Bou pointed an accusing finger at the boy, “Have you forgotten why you had to save my life? Well, for one thing… Oh that’s right! Because I fucking have a Red Card!”
“Well… that’s…! Hey this isn’t fair!” Miyavi replied, “Give me credit bitch! I am trying to make you fucking happy! Can’t you understand?!”
“Do not pull that crap on me” Bou laughed and waved a hand in the air dismissing the idea, “You want to make me happy?! I’m seriously reconsidering calling you a dumb ass, you have great plot up there, but it’s not working on me!”
“Plot? Plot?! Is that what you think this is?!” the ore-sama stood up from his seat, his fist slamming on the table rattling the things on the table. “This is not a plot! This is just a fucking date! You know, a guy asking a girl he likes out-”
“Miyavi, you asshole have you forgotten that I’m not a girl?!” then the blond clasped his hands over his mouth.
Miyavi and Bou looked at each other, both shocked at the sudden outburst from the blond. People once again were looking at them, this time with a similar surprised look on their faces. A man in the middle of putting some spaghetti in his mouth, the couple who were so lovey-dovey a few moments ago and the patrons who all had a brow raised at their childish behavior.
Then someone tapped Miyavi’s shoulder and when they looked it was the same waiter from before, “Um… I’m sorry Miss, Sir but everyone’s having a problem with your um… Attitudes and they would like it if you please step out of this place…”
“Miyavi… now would be a good time for you to pull my hand and take me away….” Bou whispered from the corner of his lips, his face frozen in a weird forced smile.
“Oh… Oooooh….” The tall boy nodded, he first pulled out a couple of bills from his pocket and left it on the table. Then he slowly went to Bou and pulled him away from his place and this time the blond happily followed, they stopped in front of the waiter first, “We’re sorry… we’ll be leaving now…”
“Yeah” Bou wore an apologetic smile, “We’re leaving… ha… ha…”
Everyone’s eyes never left them even until the bell on the door rang as it swung open and close.
69696969696
“This has got to be the most horrible date ever!” Bou wailed, as Miyavi bought the blond to the nearest elevator. “What the fuck happened there? Oh god… I don’t think I can show my face in public after that!”
“I second that motion” the autocrat muttered as the two loaded the elevator. “Why did you have to be such a hissy bitch about everything?!”
“Now don’t you shift the blame on me!” Was all Bou said before the elevator door closed on them.
Five minutes later one of the maintenance staff and a man in a suit came around the hallway.
“Ah, this is the one… this is the broken elevator!” the man in the suit said pointing at the very same one the feisty couple used.
“Oh okay, I’ll post up this sign then to keep people from coming in then” the janitor posted an ‘Out of order’ sign.
A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaah! It’s longer! Six thousand words, I hope this is enough for compensation for the lack of updates! I’ve been such a bad author! I know, I know! I hope it’s not stupid, because no matter how I re-edit this, I still can’t get it right and I know some of you guys are in hurry for the next chapters. And once again, I am so sorry for not updating as fast as I usually do!
I just want to thank everyone who read my stories and those newcomers and the people who lost track of this story and went back to reading it again. I love each and every one of you all. *Showers you with all my love*
Current Mood: 
crazy
crazyCurrent Music: Eraserheads- Trip to Jerusalem
37 comments | Leave a comment