Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
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earnestinberlin
Theme: 013. Chocolate
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don’t get any money from writing this. So go find someone else to sue.
Comments:: Okay, I’m worse than a bastard… I don’t update! I’m really sorry guys! I hope you still want to read this even after a month of not updating!
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
Chapitre Douze
Chapitre Treize
The brunette feels no different from a mother waiting for her child to come home from a late night party. Miku glared at him, demanded an answer and his mouth was left gaping the whole time. He couldn’t find it in himself to get angry but found time to be surprised at the facts presented before him.
“No way! No way!” Miku chanted, trying his best to hold in an array of emotions.
“We didn’t do anything okay! So don’t think anything of it!” Bou said, after explaining the whole affair in the elevator. “I just let him sleep on my lap… that’s all, I mean, what would you do? He was sick!”
Miku looked at Bou funny with a small smile on his face as he stared at the cross dresser, “Bou, you do know what this means?”
“No!” Bou had his hands over his ears, “I don’t like him that much!”
“Not that much?!” Miku said pushing back Bou his words, “You admit to liking him then!”
“No! I mean… just a bit…” Bou said, indicating it with his thumb and pointing finger, “I don’t want to really deny it, Miku, but I guess I do like him a tad bit and I wish he just didn’t have to like me back because I don’t want him to like me!”
Miku crossed his arms over his chest and sighed, “Because you already have someone waiting for you-”
“Yes! You know how I like Teruki… but then here comes this idiot who just suddenly makes me feel things” Bou confessed, “Miku, you know… Miyavi looks so cute when he falls asleep?”
“You’re crazy” Miku giggled.
“Well, if I’m crazy then you’re pretty insane yourself, you bastard!” Bou punched his friend softly on the shoulder. “You know, I never knew these kinds of things can be very annoying and I don’t feel good about it”
“I wish I can give you tips about the whole love affair myself” Miku sighed, “Because Miyavi seems like an okay guy from the last I seen him-”
“Okay…? Okay?!” the blond threw his hands up in the air, “He’s stubborn! And he’s stuck up and he just doesn’t seem to get anything right! I don’t like how he’s just… dumb and how he’s so forceful about everything! But…”
“And then here comes the ‘but’” the brunette waited for Bou to continue with an expecting look.
“But I guess, I… I do like him” and Bou felt acid fill his mouth.
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“Woah! Woah! Back up, rewind and replay! Can you please tell us what happened all over again!” Sugizo said raising his hands in disbelief, from what the punk told them they were stuck in an elevator. And being stuck in an elevator means… “You have to tell us the details, bit by bit and don’t leave anything out! We mean it!!”
Yoshiki, despite his better judgment, found himself actually interested in knowing what went on during those hours the boisterous couple was locked up in the tiny elevator. “Yeah, we’re friends, so you can’t just keep it all to yourself”
“Chop, chop, Miyavi!” the redhead demanded from his friend, “We haven’t got all day! And we need those details now! So how far did you go?”
Miyavi looked from the redhead to the blond, an unsure expression on his face as they crowded him on the couch. “Well… I let him come inside first, and then I just followed… Well, actually we came together”
The tall boy couldn’t fathom the shocked stare on the two’s faces, to be honest, it almost looked as if they were mortified than surprised. He couldn’t get the fact that his two friends had just misinterpreted his alone time with the cross dresser in the elevator.
“You let Bou… the cross dresser” Sugizo had a hand on his forehead, as if he was trying to solve an intricate math problem, “Come inside… first?!”
“Yeah, I mean, he went in anyway, what’s wrong with going inside first?” the autocrat stared at the horrified expressions.
“Woah, I know the blond was aggressive” Yoshiki thought, the blond felt faint, almost as if he was going to drop any moment just by listening to the boy “But I never knew he was that aggressive!”
“Screw that! I never knew you were that willing” Sugizo said, his shoulders shrugging, though there were some images in his head that he wished he could erase. “I mean your personality kind of-”
“Hey! I was on top…!” Miyavi defended himself, though he wasn’t sure what he trying to defend himself from. “Well… we were on the floor and I felt hot and he let me…”
“Oh… I get what you mean…” Yoshiki had to flinch, like Sugizo his brain was starting to make up events that could’ve taken place in the elevator.
And it still hasn’t come to Miyavi that his two friends just didn’t clearly get it. Not like he got it himself either.
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“So you spent your time talking?” Doiha asked with an amused expression on his face. As usual it was lunch again; today they shared Doiha’s bento which consisted of some delicious foreign food that Bou really liked. Usually he’d be embarrassed but he couldn’t help but pick more and more from the tasty pieces with his chopsticks.
“Yeah, we just talked nothing more and nothing less” Bou munched on a piece of vegetable, savoring the taste on his tongue. After a few more crunches he swallowed it, “Wow! This tastes really good!”
“Have some more, I don’t feel that hungry” the black haired boy said, pushing his bento forward, “You have quite an appetite for someone small”
“I’m so sorry!” Bou said, with a mouth full of food, “It’s just really tasty!”
“That’s okay, have it all! I was just saying…” Doiha let his chin on top of a palm, his elbow resting on the table, “So let’s review what the ore-sama did to you, he first kidnaps you only to dress you pretty and try to woo you with an expensive bracelet and he saves you from life or death situation and have all the people involved in hurting get punished one way or another… There’s also your date which ended in a rather hilarious fashion, if you don’t mind me saying”
“Doiha…” Bou asked and Doiha looked up to see his friend suddenly with a rather deep looking expression on his face. The raven haired boy’s brows quirked up and gave his friend the undivided attention he asked. “If… you think… you know, maybe… someone, maybe someone… you don’t really like and that’s just understatement actually…”
Doiha smiled softly, knowing full well by just filling in the blanks for the blond but letting him struggle anyway. He rested his chin on a hand, his elbow leaning on top of the table as he listened intently to his friend.
“… Someone, might… by some crazy chance-” Bou looked down, his hands twisting chopsticks under the table as he tried his best to supply the words. Doiha was going to save the blond trouble when he added something he didn’t expect to hear, “But you have someone else in mind… someone you’re not sure you like anymore but you know you’re kind of better off with this person instead…”
For a moment Doiha was lost for words, the sentence he formed in his head was all smashed to bits. He sighed and pouted a bit; scratching the back of his head wondering to himself how would he handle a situation like that himself.
“I mean, I just wanted to ask you since… You have someone you like, don’t you?” Bou said; biting the ends of his chopstick- a habit he pulls when he feels worried. “Don’t you ever worry that he might have someone he likes or that maybe, he’s not really meant for you?”
The blond saw the surprised expression on the raven haired boy’s face, and then slowly his expression darkened.
“I never really thought about that” he replied in a low voice. He looked at the bracelet he has, the one tetsu should be wearing too, it was made out of cheap plastic. Couple of hundred of yen a piece on some side street vendor, if not for that one special memory then this piece of plastic wouldn’t have any sentimental value. Doiha bit his lower lip nervously, playing with the bracelet attached to his wrist, “It was never that way…”
“I’m sorry Doiha” Bou said, hoping he didn’t cross on rather private grounds.
“It’s okay” Doiha said, his lips twisting in a smile, “It’s okay… it’s just I’m not in the best of my relationship right now, so I guess it’s not that great right now”
“Problems?”
“Well… I guess you can say that!” the raven haired boy put on a contemplating look, “I think I’m the problem, so I’m trying my best to fix everything… But it’s a bit complicated I guess”
“How complicated is complicated, Doiha? What if it’s just a minor conversation problem?” Bou pointed out, “Maybe you just need to talk it out”
Doiha was about to open his mouth when the bell rang.
“Oh snap!” the blond looked worriedly at his chopsticks and at Doiha’s bento, “Class already!? I haven’t even finished this!”
Doiha just shook his head and smiled, “Well, you better hurry”
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From being ignored, to being hurt most of the time, Bou found himself being the most revered. It’s been like this for a few days, he’d found people who’d opened doors for him. There were other students who would even go as far as to offer him food if he thinks it looks delicious and he even had a boy give up his textbook when Bou complained he left his own at home.
“Here, Miss, you can have mine!” the boy bowed in front of Bou, with his hands offering the book to the blond.
“No, you don’t have to! Really…” the femme said, softly pushing the book back to the boy, feeling a bit awkward at the current situation he was stuck in. “I mean, I don’t really need it today-”
“No! I insist, you have mine!” another boy jumped in, pushing his classmate aside and offered his own Geometry manual to Bou. The blond tried his best to fend them off, telling them he doesn’t need to have a new one because he just left his own at home but they won’t listen. But after that other boy, another would come in and beg the cross dresser to take his copy. And to each, Bou would just softly try to tell them he won’t need it.
From this incident, he garnered about six books to replace the one he left at home.
There are also the teachers, before he would usually be ignored. The only time they would look at him is when he raised a hand to answer a rather difficult question. But even when he was reciting, it was almost as if they never even listened. Just flick their wrist the moment he stops, well sometimes right in the middle of his explanation and he has no choice but to sit down. Now, regardless if his answer was right or wrong, they applauded him and he would always be showered with points as if he was some sort of star student.
Then the girls who taunted him and Doiha before were all so nice to him. Showering him compliments and touching his hair, telling him how sweet and cute he looks. They asked his opinions about brands he’s only read through magazines, asked what he thinks about this actress and how he keeps his hair so soft and so well-maintained.
“Um… I just use ordinary shampoo” he said, not sure if what they’re asking was a trick question. For a moment, there was an awkward silence; this wasn’t the answer they were looking for. The ring leader of the group of girls, a curly haired with glittery make up on her face, lips curled in a way that Bou didn’t like.
“Oh wow…” she said, trying to pick up the perky tone in her voice again. She nudged her friend, coaxing them to join in the conversation, “Isn’t that amazing Mimi? I mean, since it’s really cheap, so she won’t have to spend a fortune like we do!”
“Yah! Yah!” Mimi nodded, and it was evident from the way she looked that she was trying to hold back the shock of knowing someone who uses cheap things, “I know, I mean such a waste to go to the salons, when you can just… wash your hair everyday!”
Then all around him, their senseless chatter started. The girls picked up the cheeriness and continued their pretentious talk.
“So, like, dear” a girl tugged softly at his hands, the blond looked up to a rather preppy looking girl with curly hair tied in two pigtails. She cocked her head to a table with all her friends, “You have to sit him over there with my gal pals. Someone of your status just can’t go around with no friends! God what would the little people think!”
“But really, I don’t-” Bou started, taking a step back.
“What do you mean?” she asked, looking at him with an icy stare that scared Bou witless. The former gentle touch of her hand suddenly took a turn for a hard grip. “Are you coming to our table or not?”
“Well I have to meet up with a friend…”
“Your friend can wait!” she hissed and pulled at the femme’s hand, Bou was literally dragged from his spot to the table. When he and girl finally arrived, everyone greeted him with scary perkiness of a cheerleader. Each and every girl had a compliment or two played on their sleeve for him, another nice comment about his hair, how cute he looks and how he’s like a little doll.
It annoyed him a lot.
He could always just stand up and leave but he felt really bad for the girls and he’s not the one who opts for rudeness. But he can’t stand their stupid talks and he would do anything just to get out of his current situation. He blew a small strand off his face as he listened to their talks, leaned on a hand with the elbow sitting on the table.
“So, I was like saying… Yes, and oh yeah, but then he said No way and…” and somewhere along her announcement Bou think he just died. Is this all they talk about? He can’t wait for the bell to ring or for Doiha to come over and save him from this mental torture or for Godzilla to appear out of nowhere and just squash this building to bits.
Yeah it will kill him in the process, but considering how they degraded his mental state he was equal to dead already.
God, please, I’ll do anything you want, the blond prayed silently to himself, Please, save me, please…
“Oh my gosh!” a girl exclaimed as she saw the trinket hanging by Bou’s wrist, “Is that a Tiffany!”
“Um…”
“I bet I know who gave that!” another girl piped excitedly as her friends all squealed in delight.
“Hey, Bomb shell!” a familiar voice cried, and it made the femme cringe when he realized it didn’t belong to Doiha.
When Bou heard that nickname, he just wanted to curse the skies as a big fat vein throbbed on the side of his head and all the girls around him started to squeal at the person who coming by their table. The blond wanted to just slam his head on the surface of the table, he wasn’t in the mood to baby-sit his fucking killer.
He stiffened when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and then a soft and low whisper just right beside his ear, “Hey…”
“Will you quit with the harassing already!?” Bou screeched, trying to get Miyavi from touching him again.
“Hey, I just wanted to fucking greet you! Can’t a guy greet his girlfriend?” Miyavi said, pushing the girl sitting right beside Bou so he can take the seat. The girl gave a small squeak but it’s not like Miyavi did care.
“Miyavi” Bou felt a pulse beating, “How many times do I have to tell you?! I’m not your girlfriend!”
“Kya!!” a girl behind them said, as she giggled at Bou and Miyavi’s little argument, “They’re so cute!!”
Even with the strong need to punch her, Bou ignored her squee and looked over at Miyavi who then shoved a box of chocolates on his face.
“Sweets for my sweet?” Miyavi offered, with a sweet smile.
“You’re not only crazy, you’re fucking corny….” Bou stood up hastily and turned to leave the insane bunch of girls and Miyavi. “I am so leaving!”
“Hey!” Miyavi said, standing up as he saw the blond walk away carrying the box with him as the girls who witnessed started to sound with giggles at their petty fights. “Can’t you give me a break!?”
“Okay! I can break your neck or I can break your knees!” the femme cried out sarcastically each step forward he takes faster than the step before, “Take your pick! It’s not easy to break bones you know!”
Miyavi pushed and shoved away people away; with his personality he wasn’t going to let this one get out of his grasp. If Bou was stubborn, then he was as twice stubborn as the blond. And he was used to the blonde’s attitude by now, so this wasn’t much of an obstacle anymore- just an annoying hassle.
“Go away from me! I don’t want you near me!” the blond declared irritated, Bou swore he heard a couple of people faint as they heard those words come out of his mouth.
“No! I don’t want to!” Miyavi shouted back, as he finally neared the blond. He grabbed at the blonde’s hand pulled him back to him. “Please, just give me a chance!”
Bou flinched a bit at how Miyavi handled his wrist, “Let me go, you jerk! I don’t want to talk to bastards like you!”
He looked up only to see a rather hurt expression on Miyavi’s face that made him bite his lower lip.
“What do you want?” He hissed, he was a bit guilty at having to hurt Miyavi though he shouldn’t be since
“I… I just want your consent” Miyavi said, softly. “Bomb shell-”
“I have a name! So stop calling me that ugly nickname!” Bou let go of his hand, he took a deep breath knowing in a few seconds his life will turn into another dramatic angle, “My name is Bou! Bou, not bomb shell! So you can stop calling me that and I’ll stop calling you dumb ass if you want…” then he added in a rather low voice, “… Miyavi”
“Um…” Miyavi said, he was excited that he was given a chance. On a normal day, he would’ve just grabbed Bou, carried him in his arms and just bought him over to his place. But having another meaningful conversation with his beloved sister stopped him from doing just that. (“What!? Don’t do that! She might just want to rip you to pieces if you do that!”) So as he said, he was trying to get Bou to bend to his willing. He knows it’s going to be a bit tricky, since he wasn’t used to having to bend down himself, but if this is what he must do just to get the blond, then he will, “I… I have a party tonight”
Bou rolled his eyes and pouted, “And what about this party?”
“I want you to come with me…” and Miyavi smirked, “As my girlfriend”
“I told you I’m not!”
“You are when you have that bracelet!” Miyavi pointed out, then tried to hold back all the insults in his head by biting his tongue, “And… I just… I just… want you to know… that… I guess-”
“Shut up” Bou said, “You’re just going to give me a headache if you start on your detailed and intricate layout of how our night’s going to be”
And Miyavi knew that when he open his mouth, nothing but a wonderful and colorful mocking name is going to come out but he stopped when Bou looked at him and added, “I’m going”
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It was just one of those crazy parties for the rich kids to just play around and drink alcohol. Those parties where you don’t really need a reason for throwing it, just a place and time.
The blond just wanted to run his nails across Miyavi’s skin until the skin peels off along with his scraping and Miyavi dies from the pain. He was certainly not enjoying this stupid party a lot. The perks were there, mingling with the rich and famous and the food was free. But it wasn’t like Bou was big on the whole profile himself, he just wants to go home snuggle up on his cute little bunny rabbit doll and just fall asleep.
But he didn’t know what force made him go anyway.
Okay, yes, he did confess that he did like Miyavi- and dear lord, there goes the acid in his mouth again- but he was surprised that he just let himself be swayed by this boy.
And to think you were so intent on trying to beat him, Bou felt a big sweat drop forming on his head. It wasn’t that bad really, sitting right beside Miyavi who just held his hand most of the time and introduced him around to people who passed by.
As he looked around, he couldn’t help but be a bit self conscious- though he didn’t let it show. He was still wearing his school uniform! How weird is that! Everyone around him was all wearing designer things! Dresses by famous names and clothes from stores abroad, and obviously the jewelries that twinkled by the dim lights of the club.
And all he has was the bracelet on his wrist, but then again it came from Miyavi. He smiled to himself, then again, it wasn’t that bad it if it came from the person you like-
SHUT THE FUCK UP, a loud voice that belonged to his stubborn his side screeched.
“Hey, Miyavi!” Sugizo called out, his arms over the shoulders of two giggling pretty girls, “Nice of you to bring your girlfriend-”
“I am not his girlfriend!” Bou tried to dissuade them from the notion tiredly. He was just starting to sound like a horrible recorder on replay.
“Why wouldn’t you just give it up?” the red head laughed.
“Honey” one of the girls who Sugizo was hanging on to butted in, “Why would you deny being his girlfriend anyway? Don’t you know that he’s going to shower you with everything you want with just one request?”
“Yeah!” the other girl added, “And why wouldn’t him as a boyfriend anyway! He’s hot!”
“Oh yeah! Well what makes me then?” Sugizo cocked his brow at his two companions in mock dismay.
“You’re annoying!” one of the girls giggled, trying their best to sound serious.
“You just broke my heart, Gummi bear” the redhead has a hand over his heart dramatically, as if he was really hurt by that one comment.
“Miyavi, can we just go somewhere else?” Bou tugged at Miyavi’s hand, it wasn’t that he didn’t like Sugizo- on second thought; he never really did like the redhead. But he never did find a reason to hate him; since he wasn’t around the other a long time to even get to know him. But he just wants to get away from the people; he suddenly developed a bit sense of claustrophobia at having so much people at the same time.
“Have to go, Bou’s a bit whiny…” Miyavi winked at his friend as he stood up, not letting go of Bou’s hand.
“Oh… I get what you mean” Sugizo replied with an all knowing smirk.
“I’m not whiny!” Bou stood up, trying to level with Miyavi, which of course with his height is impossible. He bit his lip again as he embarrassed himself.
Miyavi just laughed a bit, “See? She’s a bit annoyed right now” he bent a little and pecked Bou on the head- to which made Bou blush a little- “We’ll just be moving now…”
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He just laughed at how everything was slowly turning out the way he wants it to be. From where he was, he could see the blond and the tall boy make their way across the crowd. He almost felt guilty in a way but then with what happened, he wasn’t going to let something as petty as emotion keep him from getting his prize.
He wasn’t going to let someone as stupid as Miyavi get out of his hands. He has to pay for all the things he did.
He looked down and almost lost sight of the couple, and then he saw them again.
He seriously shouldn’t just sit around, now that he has everyone where he wants them.
It won’t be long before those two are going to be separated.
He flipped up his cell phone, “Hey, Maya? You here at Sand Castle?”
A/N: Okay, I know a total WTF did you just do earnest?! Is this even a story? What happened to the flow? You can all send me your hate mails and please if you do, just make sure to write how you want to kill me and slay me alive in all caps so I know how I will hurt myself. I know I’m such a horrible person, not updating in a month and when I do the update it is not exactly great! Please forgive me all! On second thought, don’t forgive me! I don’t deserve any of it!
Author:
earnestinberlinTheme: 013. Chocolate
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don’t get any money from writing this. So go find someone else to sue.
Comments:: Okay, I’m worse than a bastard… I don’t update! I’m really sorry guys! I hope you still want to read this even after a month of not updating!
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
Chapitre Douze
Chapitre Treize
The brunette feels no different from a mother waiting for her child to come home from a late night party. Miku glared at him, demanded an answer and his mouth was left gaping the whole time. He couldn’t find it in himself to get angry but found time to be surprised at the facts presented before him.
“No way! No way!” Miku chanted, trying his best to hold in an array of emotions.
“We didn’t do anything okay! So don’t think anything of it!” Bou said, after explaining the whole affair in the elevator. “I just let him sleep on my lap… that’s all, I mean, what would you do? He was sick!”
Miku looked at Bou funny with a small smile on his face as he stared at the cross dresser, “Bou, you do know what this means?”
“No!” Bou had his hands over his ears, “I don’t like him that much!”
“Not that much?!” Miku said pushing back Bou his words, “You admit to liking him then!”
“No! I mean… just a bit…” Bou said, indicating it with his thumb and pointing finger, “I don’t want to really deny it, Miku, but I guess I do like him a tad bit and I wish he just didn’t have to like me back because I don’t want him to like me!”
Miku crossed his arms over his chest and sighed, “Because you already have someone waiting for you-”
“Yes! You know how I like Teruki… but then here comes this idiot who just suddenly makes me feel things” Bou confessed, “Miku, you know… Miyavi looks so cute when he falls asleep?”
“You’re crazy” Miku giggled.
“Well, if I’m crazy then you’re pretty insane yourself, you bastard!” Bou punched his friend softly on the shoulder. “You know, I never knew these kinds of things can be very annoying and I don’t feel good about it”
“I wish I can give you tips about the whole love affair myself” Miku sighed, “Because Miyavi seems like an okay guy from the last I seen him-”
“Okay…? Okay?!” the blond threw his hands up in the air, “He’s stubborn! And he’s stuck up and he just doesn’t seem to get anything right! I don’t like how he’s just… dumb and how he’s so forceful about everything! But…”
“And then here comes the ‘but’” the brunette waited for Bou to continue with an expecting look.
“But I guess, I… I do like him” and Bou felt acid fill his mouth.
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“Woah! Woah! Back up, rewind and replay! Can you please tell us what happened all over again!” Sugizo said raising his hands in disbelief, from what the punk told them they were stuck in an elevator. And being stuck in an elevator means… “You have to tell us the details, bit by bit and don’t leave anything out! We mean it!!”
Yoshiki, despite his better judgment, found himself actually interested in knowing what went on during those hours the boisterous couple was locked up in the tiny elevator. “Yeah, we’re friends, so you can’t just keep it all to yourself”
“Chop, chop, Miyavi!” the redhead demanded from his friend, “We haven’t got all day! And we need those details now! So how far did you go?”
Miyavi looked from the redhead to the blond, an unsure expression on his face as they crowded him on the couch. “Well… I let him come inside first, and then I just followed… Well, actually we came together”
The tall boy couldn’t fathom the shocked stare on the two’s faces, to be honest, it almost looked as if they were mortified than surprised. He couldn’t get the fact that his two friends had just misinterpreted his alone time with the cross dresser in the elevator.
“You let Bou… the cross dresser” Sugizo had a hand on his forehead, as if he was trying to solve an intricate math problem, “Come inside… first?!”
“Yeah, I mean, he went in anyway, what’s wrong with going inside first?” the autocrat stared at the horrified expressions.
“Woah, I know the blond was aggressive” Yoshiki thought, the blond felt faint, almost as if he was going to drop any moment just by listening to the boy “But I never knew he was that aggressive!”
“Screw that! I never knew you were that willing” Sugizo said, his shoulders shrugging, though there were some images in his head that he wished he could erase. “I mean your personality kind of-”
“Hey! I was on top…!” Miyavi defended himself, though he wasn’t sure what he trying to defend himself from. “Well… we were on the floor and I felt hot and he let me…”
“Oh… I get what you mean…” Yoshiki had to flinch, like Sugizo his brain was starting to make up events that could’ve taken place in the elevator.
And it still hasn’t come to Miyavi that his two friends just didn’t clearly get it. Not like he got it himself either.
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“So you spent your time talking?” Doiha asked with an amused expression on his face. As usual it was lunch again; today they shared Doiha’s bento which consisted of some delicious foreign food that Bou really liked. Usually he’d be embarrassed but he couldn’t help but pick more and more from the tasty pieces with his chopsticks.
“Yeah, we just talked nothing more and nothing less” Bou munched on a piece of vegetable, savoring the taste on his tongue. After a few more crunches he swallowed it, “Wow! This tastes really good!”
“Have some more, I don’t feel that hungry” the black haired boy said, pushing his bento forward, “You have quite an appetite for someone small”
“I’m so sorry!” Bou said, with a mouth full of food, “It’s just really tasty!”
“That’s okay, have it all! I was just saying…” Doiha let his chin on top of a palm, his elbow resting on the table, “So let’s review what the ore-sama did to you, he first kidnaps you only to dress you pretty and try to woo you with an expensive bracelet and he saves you from life or death situation and have all the people involved in hurting get punished one way or another… There’s also your date which ended in a rather hilarious fashion, if you don’t mind me saying”
“Doiha…” Bou asked and Doiha looked up to see his friend suddenly with a rather deep looking expression on his face. The raven haired boy’s brows quirked up and gave his friend the undivided attention he asked. “If… you think… you know, maybe… someone, maybe someone… you don’t really like and that’s just understatement actually…”
Doiha smiled softly, knowing full well by just filling in the blanks for the blond but letting him struggle anyway. He rested his chin on a hand, his elbow leaning on top of the table as he listened intently to his friend.
“… Someone, might… by some crazy chance-” Bou looked down, his hands twisting chopsticks under the table as he tried his best to supply the words. Doiha was going to save the blond trouble when he added something he didn’t expect to hear, “But you have someone else in mind… someone you’re not sure you like anymore but you know you’re kind of better off with this person instead…”
For a moment Doiha was lost for words, the sentence he formed in his head was all smashed to bits. He sighed and pouted a bit; scratching the back of his head wondering to himself how would he handle a situation like that himself.
“I mean, I just wanted to ask you since… You have someone you like, don’t you?” Bou said; biting the ends of his chopstick- a habit he pulls when he feels worried. “Don’t you ever worry that he might have someone he likes or that maybe, he’s not really meant for you?”
The blond saw the surprised expression on the raven haired boy’s face, and then slowly his expression darkened.
“I never really thought about that” he replied in a low voice. He looked at the bracelet he has, the one tetsu should be wearing too, it was made out of cheap plastic. Couple of hundred of yen a piece on some side street vendor, if not for that one special memory then this piece of plastic wouldn’t have any sentimental value. Doiha bit his lower lip nervously, playing with the bracelet attached to his wrist, “It was never that way…”
“I’m sorry Doiha” Bou said, hoping he didn’t cross on rather private grounds.
“It’s okay” Doiha said, his lips twisting in a smile, “It’s okay… it’s just I’m not in the best of my relationship right now, so I guess it’s not that great right now”
“Problems?”
“Well… I guess you can say that!” the raven haired boy put on a contemplating look, “I think I’m the problem, so I’m trying my best to fix everything… But it’s a bit complicated I guess”
“How complicated is complicated, Doiha? What if it’s just a minor conversation problem?” Bou pointed out, “Maybe you just need to talk it out”
Doiha was about to open his mouth when the bell rang.
“Oh snap!” the blond looked worriedly at his chopsticks and at Doiha’s bento, “Class already!? I haven’t even finished this!”
Doiha just shook his head and smiled, “Well, you better hurry”
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From being ignored, to being hurt most of the time, Bou found himself being the most revered. It’s been like this for a few days, he’d found people who’d opened doors for him. There were other students who would even go as far as to offer him food if he thinks it looks delicious and he even had a boy give up his textbook when Bou complained he left his own at home.
“Here, Miss, you can have mine!” the boy bowed in front of Bou, with his hands offering the book to the blond.
“No, you don’t have to! Really…” the femme said, softly pushing the book back to the boy, feeling a bit awkward at the current situation he was stuck in. “I mean, I don’t really need it today-”
“No! I insist, you have mine!” another boy jumped in, pushing his classmate aside and offered his own Geometry manual to Bou. The blond tried his best to fend them off, telling them he doesn’t need to have a new one because he just left his own at home but they won’t listen. But after that other boy, another would come in and beg the cross dresser to take his copy. And to each, Bou would just softly try to tell them he won’t need it.
From this incident, he garnered about six books to replace the one he left at home.
There are also the teachers, before he would usually be ignored. The only time they would look at him is when he raised a hand to answer a rather difficult question. But even when he was reciting, it was almost as if they never even listened. Just flick their wrist the moment he stops, well sometimes right in the middle of his explanation and he has no choice but to sit down. Now, regardless if his answer was right or wrong, they applauded him and he would always be showered with points as if he was some sort of star student.
Then the girls who taunted him and Doiha before were all so nice to him. Showering him compliments and touching his hair, telling him how sweet and cute he looks. They asked his opinions about brands he’s only read through magazines, asked what he thinks about this actress and how he keeps his hair so soft and so well-maintained.
“Um… I just use ordinary shampoo” he said, not sure if what they’re asking was a trick question. For a moment, there was an awkward silence; this wasn’t the answer they were looking for. The ring leader of the group of girls, a curly haired with glittery make up on her face, lips curled in a way that Bou didn’t like.
“Oh wow…” she said, trying to pick up the perky tone in her voice again. She nudged her friend, coaxing them to join in the conversation, “Isn’t that amazing Mimi? I mean, since it’s really cheap, so she won’t have to spend a fortune like we do!”
“Yah! Yah!” Mimi nodded, and it was evident from the way she looked that she was trying to hold back the shock of knowing someone who uses cheap things, “I know, I mean such a waste to go to the salons, when you can just… wash your hair everyday!”
Then all around him, their senseless chatter started. The girls picked up the cheeriness and continued their pretentious talk.
“So, like, dear” a girl tugged softly at his hands, the blond looked up to a rather preppy looking girl with curly hair tied in two pigtails. She cocked her head to a table with all her friends, “You have to sit him over there with my gal pals. Someone of your status just can’t go around with no friends! God what would the little people think!”
“But really, I don’t-” Bou started, taking a step back.
“What do you mean?” she asked, looking at him with an icy stare that scared Bou witless. The former gentle touch of her hand suddenly took a turn for a hard grip. “Are you coming to our table or not?”
“Well I have to meet up with a friend…”
“Your friend can wait!” she hissed and pulled at the femme’s hand, Bou was literally dragged from his spot to the table. When he and girl finally arrived, everyone greeted him with scary perkiness of a cheerleader. Each and every girl had a compliment or two played on their sleeve for him, another nice comment about his hair, how cute he looks and how he’s like a little doll.
It annoyed him a lot.
He could always just stand up and leave but he felt really bad for the girls and he’s not the one who opts for rudeness. But he can’t stand their stupid talks and he would do anything just to get out of his current situation. He blew a small strand off his face as he listened to their talks, leaned on a hand with the elbow sitting on the table.
“So, I was like saying… Yes, and oh yeah, but then he said No way and…” and somewhere along her announcement Bou think he just died. Is this all they talk about? He can’t wait for the bell to ring or for Doiha to come over and save him from this mental torture or for Godzilla to appear out of nowhere and just squash this building to bits.
Yeah it will kill him in the process, but considering how they degraded his mental state he was equal to dead already.
God, please, I’ll do anything you want, the blond prayed silently to himself, Please, save me, please…
“Oh my gosh!” a girl exclaimed as she saw the trinket hanging by Bou’s wrist, “Is that a Tiffany!”
“Um…”
“I bet I know who gave that!” another girl piped excitedly as her friends all squealed in delight.
“Hey, Bomb shell!” a familiar voice cried, and it made the femme cringe when he realized it didn’t belong to Doiha.
When Bou heard that nickname, he just wanted to curse the skies as a big fat vein throbbed on the side of his head and all the girls around him started to squeal at the person who coming by their table. The blond wanted to just slam his head on the surface of the table, he wasn’t in the mood to baby-sit his fucking killer.
He stiffened when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and then a soft and low whisper just right beside his ear, “Hey…”
“Will you quit with the harassing already!?” Bou screeched, trying to get Miyavi from touching him again.
“Hey, I just wanted to fucking greet you! Can’t a guy greet his girlfriend?” Miyavi said, pushing the girl sitting right beside Bou so he can take the seat. The girl gave a small squeak but it’s not like Miyavi did care.
“Miyavi” Bou felt a pulse beating, “How many times do I have to tell you?! I’m not your girlfriend!”
“Kya!!” a girl behind them said, as she giggled at Bou and Miyavi’s little argument, “They’re so cute!!”
Even with the strong need to punch her, Bou ignored her squee and looked over at Miyavi who then shoved a box of chocolates on his face.
“Sweets for my sweet?” Miyavi offered, with a sweet smile.
“You’re not only crazy, you’re fucking corny….” Bou stood up hastily and turned to leave the insane bunch of girls and Miyavi. “I am so leaving!”
“Hey!” Miyavi said, standing up as he saw the blond walk away carrying the box with him as the girls who witnessed started to sound with giggles at their petty fights. “Can’t you give me a break!?”
“Okay! I can break your neck or I can break your knees!” the femme cried out sarcastically each step forward he takes faster than the step before, “Take your pick! It’s not easy to break bones you know!”
Miyavi pushed and shoved away people away; with his personality he wasn’t going to let this one get out of his grasp. If Bou was stubborn, then he was as twice stubborn as the blond. And he was used to the blonde’s attitude by now, so this wasn’t much of an obstacle anymore- just an annoying hassle.
“Go away from me! I don’t want you near me!” the blond declared irritated, Bou swore he heard a couple of people faint as they heard those words come out of his mouth.
“No! I don’t want to!” Miyavi shouted back, as he finally neared the blond. He grabbed at the blonde’s hand pulled him back to him. “Please, just give me a chance!”
Bou flinched a bit at how Miyavi handled his wrist, “Let me go, you jerk! I don’t want to talk to bastards like you!”
He looked up only to see a rather hurt expression on Miyavi’s face that made him bite his lower lip.
“What do you want?” He hissed, he was a bit guilty at having to hurt Miyavi though he shouldn’t be since
“I… I just want your consent” Miyavi said, softly. “Bomb shell-”
“I have a name! So stop calling me that ugly nickname!” Bou let go of his hand, he took a deep breath knowing in a few seconds his life will turn into another dramatic angle, “My name is Bou! Bou, not bomb shell! So you can stop calling me that and I’ll stop calling you dumb ass if you want…” then he added in a rather low voice, “… Miyavi”
“Um…” Miyavi said, he was excited that he was given a chance. On a normal day, he would’ve just grabbed Bou, carried him in his arms and just bought him over to his place. But having another meaningful conversation with his beloved sister stopped him from doing just that. (“What!? Don’t do that! She might just want to rip you to pieces if you do that!”) So as he said, he was trying to get Bou to bend to his willing. He knows it’s going to be a bit tricky, since he wasn’t used to having to bend down himself, but if this is what he must do just to get the blond, then he will, “I… I have a party tonight”
Bou rolled his eyes and pouted, “And what about this party?”
“I want you to come with me…” and Miyavi smirked, “As my girlfriend”
“I told you I’m not!”
“You are when you have that bracelet!” Miyavi pointed out, then tried to hold back all the insults in his head by biting his tongue, “And… I just… I just… want you to know… that… I guess-”
“Shut up” Bou said, “You’re just going to give me a headache if you start on your detailed and intricate layout of how our night’s going to be”
And Miyavi knew that when he open his mouth, nothing but a wonderful and colorful mocking name is going to come out but he stopped when Bou looked at him and added, “I’m going”
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It was just one of those crazy parties for the rich kids to just play around and drink alcohol. Those parties where you don’t really need a reason for throwing it, just a place and time.
The blond just wanted to run his nails across Miyavi’s skin until the skin peels off along with his scraping and Miyavi dies from the pain. He was certainly not enjoying this stupid party a lot. The perks were there, mingling with the rich and famous and the food was free. But it wasn’t like Bou was big on the whole profile himself, he just wants to go home snuggle up on his cute little bunny rabbit doll and just fall asleep.
But he didn’t know what force made him go anyway.
Okay, yes, he did confess that he did like Miyavi- and dear lord, there goes the acid in his mouth again- but he was surprised that he just let himself be swayed by this boy.
And to think you were so intent on trying to beat him, Bou felt a big sweat drop forming on his head. It wasn’t that bad really, sitting right beside Miyavi who just held his hand most of the time and introduced him around to people who passed by.
As he looked around, he couldn’t help but be a bit self conscious- though he didn’t let it show. He was still wearing his school uniform! How weird is that! Everyone around him was all wearing designer things! Dresses by famous names and clothes from stores abroad, and obviously the jewelries that twinkled by the dim lights of the club.
And all he has was the bracelet on his wrist, but then again it came from Miyavi. He smiled to himself, then again, it wasn’t that bad it if it came from the person you like-
SHUT THE FUCK UP, a loud voice that belonged to his stubborn his side screeched.
“Hey, Miyavi!” Sugizo called out, his arms over the shoulders of two giggling pretty girls, “Nice of you to bring your girlfriend-”
“I am not his girlfriend!” Bou tried to dissuade them from the notion tiredly. He was just starting to sound like a horrible recorder on replay.
“Why wouldn’t you just give it up?” the red head laughed.
“Honey” one of the girls who Sugizo was hanging on to butted in, “Why would you deny being his girlfriend anyway? Don’t you know that he’s going to shower you with everything you want with just one request?”
“Yeah!” the other girl added, “And why wouldn’t him as a boyfriend anyway! He’s hot!”
“Oh yeah! Well what makes me then?” Sugizo cocked his brow at his two companions in mock dismay.
“You’re annoying!” one of the girls giggled, trying their best to sound serious.
“You just broke my heart, Gummi bear” the redhead has a hand over his heart dramatically, as if he was really hurt by that one comment.
“Miyavi, can we just go somewhere else?” Bou tugged at Miyavi’s hand, it wasn’t that he didn’t like Sugizo- on second thought; he never really did like the redhead. But he never did find a reason to hate him; since he wasn’t around the other a long time to even get to know him. But he just wants to get away from the people; he suddenly developed a bit sense of claustrophobia at having so much people at the same time.
“Have to go, Bou’s a bit whiny…” Miyavi winked at his friend as he stood up, not letting go of Bou’s hand.
“Oh… I get what you mean” Sugizo replied with an all knowing smirk.
“I’m not whiny!” Bou stood up, trying to level with Miyavi, which of course with his height is impossible. He bit his lip again as he embarrassed himself.
Miyavi just laughed a bit, “See? She’s a bit annoyed right now” he bent a little and pecked Bou on the head- to which made Bou blush a little- “We’ll just be moving now…”
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He just laughed at how everything was slowly turning out the way he wants it to be. From where he was, he could see the blond and the tall boy make their way across the crowd. He almost felt guilty in a way but then with what happened, he wasn’t going to let something as petty as emotion keep him from getting his prize.
He wasn’t going to let someone as stupid as Miyavi get out of his hands. He has to pay for all the things he did.
He looked down and almost lost sight of the couple, and then he saw them again.
He seriously shouldn’t just sit around, now that he has everyone where he wants them.
It won’t be long before those two are going to be separated.
He flipped up his cell phone, “Hey, Maya? You here at Sand Castle?”
A/N: Okay, I know a total WTF did you just do earnest?! Is this even a story? What happened to the flow? You can all send me your hate mails and please if you do, just make sure to write how you want to kill me and slay me alive in all caps so I know how I will hurt myself. I know I’m such a horrible person, not updating in a month and when I do the update it is not exactly great! Please forgive me all! On second thought, don’t forgive me! I don’t deserve any of it!
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