Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
Author:![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
earnestinberlin
Theme: 014. Cold
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:: Well, updates aren’t going to be smooth since I’m starting college, please understand, neh?
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
Chapitre Quatorze
Gackt tried to call him.
The other day, he received a rather disturbing phone call from one of his old friends and he didn’t like the way it sounds. For most of the evening, he’s been trying to contact him, trying to get the other to pick up his cell phone.
“I know how to fix everything now”
But every time he thinks he got through the line, the other would just close the phone and Gackt would have to start all over again.
He wanted to know what the other was talking about, but after the umpteenth call the blond just fell to on top of his bed and sighed.
Gackt knows his background, knows what his family is like and how they work. The blond knows that his friend can be too much to handle, and is hard when he pushes his grudges.
“At least I can’t say I didn’t try” he said to himself, since there was no one there to listen.
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“Miyavi, I want to go home” Bou said, from the start he was never really interested in coming here. He just forced himself to tag along because… well, because Miyavi looked at him with that pathetic look in his eyes. And for some reason, Bou just can’t say no to the tall boy.
For most of the hour, he was spent going around with Miyavi and listening to him talk to his ‘people’. Bou doesn’t seem to find it fit calling any of the people they talked to as Miyavi’s ‘friend’. Whenever the ore-sama would introduce him to anyone, they would try to hide the fact that they were eyeing him up and down.
The guys would do it, hoping Miyavi wouldn’t catch the rather interested glint that would sparkle in their eyes.
The girls would do it, with a raised eyebrow at his uniform and how he’s not dressed properly for the occasion.
Bou didn’t like the attention and didn’t like how they tried to eat him up with their stares. He would just tighten his hold on Miyavi’s a bit- not enough to crush his bones, unfortunately- but enough to tell him that he doesn’t really like their company.
And somehow, Miyavi would understand, he would then make up little excuses to just so they could skip this person. Sometimes it was a bit tricky, since some of them seem really interested in Miyavi having a girlfriend. But they would pull through and Miyavi would present Bou to the next person.
He tugged at Miyavi’s hand again softly, trying to get his attention. But Miyavi was busy talking to another friend of his. Even though he can easily just knock some senses in the other boy, he didn’t really want to embarrass him in front of his friends.
And why not?!, the inner voice asked Bou.
Well, it’s simple really, I mean, I wouldn’t want Miyavi to barge in on me when I talk to Doiha-
You’re lame! Please! Don’t give me that bull crap, the little chibi Bou with the devil horns said, You have a mega crush on him! Its pathetic how last week you just threatened to squeeze his mother jewels to bits, now… You’re just-
Shut up, okay! Bou frowned at himself, trying to get the voice in his head and that little hallucination out of his sight.
“Hey, Bou, are you okay?” Miyavi asked with concerned glazed over his eyes.
“Miyavi, can I go home now?” the blond pleaded a bit, hoping the tall boy would agree because he doesn’t really feel comfortable in this kind of setting. Too many people and too many sparkling jewels, and the smell of cigarettes and alcohols are giving him a horrible head ache. He also didn’t like the way a certain guy on the other side of the room was eyeing him.
“Wait, I want to show you to someone” Miyavi said, he didn’t want to go yet, he wanted to present Bou to his circle of people. It was just out of formality’s sake- even party animals have rules they go by and this was one of them.
He frowned heavily and took his hand away from Miyavi’s. He was almost at his end’s limits and he was just tired and he wants to go home. With how everyone’s looking at him, he just wants to get out and hide under his covers. They were scrutinizing him and being under eyes like that wasn’t a very comfortable thing.
“But Miyavi! I don’t want to stay here!” Bou said a bit too loud for Miyavi’s liking, as two or three heads from the crowd seem to have found their direction.
“Please, Bou, just a few more minutes and you can go-”
“No, Miyavi! I don’t want to! I don’t want to be here!” the blond said, pointing at the people around them “Can’t you see how these people look at me?”
“Bou, come on-” feeling the eyes of those around him, he didn’t want them to see him like this.
“I’m not going to slide easily like that” Bou continued, angrily, forgetting how many of Miyavi’s circle was around him “And it’s not like I’m really your girlfriend anyway! I’m just here because I felt sorry for you!”
He didn’t stop to take the time to look at Miyavi, just turned around and left to find the exit. He was angry at the people around him, and he was angry at Miyavi even though the other boy didn’t do much. Bou didn’t think about it, he just wanted to find the nearest exit, jump on a cab and go straight home and pretend nothing happened. He was stupid for even coming anyway, what was he thinking? That this was just some chump’s birthday party? That he could just fit in among the crowd? This was not his place, and he knows that very well.
Rich people grated his nerves, now he has developed a deep hatred for them. He was annoyed at the way they whispered behind his back, how he heard the soft murmurs about his uniform and how he shouldn’t be with Miyavi. He knows this might happen, he knows that.
But why did come? He knows it will happen, everyone making fun of him, the pointing and the staring the rude words and everything else.
As Bou plowed through the people (“Excuse me… I’m sorry, was that your foot? I’m really sorry”), the idea of Miyavi being hurt from what he did crossed his mind. As his steps began to slow down, he felt a bit ashamed at what he did. Maybe he was mean to the other, even though Miyavi was known for being full of himself; he did try his best to make Bou comfortable. He didn’t mind the way people would also comment about him (“What was Miyavi thinking? Does he want to be a pedophile?” or the inevitable, “That freak has a school girl kink”).
It’s not like he was the only one suffering from what people were saying, it’s not like most of the comments were directed only at him. He heard the ones that were for Miyavi.
And he stopped the exit just a few meters away from him.
Streams of people coming in and out, laughing out loud with drinks in their hands and a buddy in the other, he stood there and contemplated for a while. As he did, there were of course the others who raised a brow at his attire, he saw the cocked brows and ignored them.
And as if by instinct, his left hand softly felt for the bracelet on his right wrist and he felt his heart fall.
He was such a bastard. He really was.
He turned back and looked for Miyavi in the crowd.
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And there he goes away from the exit and into the lion’s den, was he coming back Miyavi?
Typical, the boy smirked, an attack from the sweet old conscience and the blond was back in the game. He almost thought it was over right before he could even get the wheels of his attack to run.
He was just watching from above. Well, Bou did make a wonderful show down there, it was expected. Bou being such an outspoken person, and being surrounded by people who are going to comment on his state- the outcome was predictable.
He grinned at the sight of Bou, lost in the middle of Japan’s fashionistas and party goers. He scanned the crowd for his other companions and his eye caught her- the girl who agreed to help him in his little strings of deeds.
She was just a few meters away from the blond, looking bored herself, waiting for him to call her and tell her it was time. The boy flipped up his cell phone again and made the phone call, and from where he was on the balcony, he could see her relieved look as her hand went in her purse and looked for her phone.
“She’s just a few meters away from you” was all he said, “The blond wearing the school uniform-”
“Oh yeah…. Wait” she walked a bit further and looked around, “Are you talking about the cutie who doubles as a lost puppy? Isn’t she an adorable doll, make my heart bleed at the thought of having to hack her to pieces”
“Yeah, that’s her”
His friend went closer to Bou, he know nothing can go wrong.
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“Hey, aren’t you that Miyavi’s chick?” the blond almost let out a small squeak as he heard a female voice address him. He turned around and was met by a rather voluptuous woman with curly brown hair and sharp eyes. She smiled at him warmly, expecting an answer to her question.
Bou just nodded, his eyes still scanning the crowd for Miyavi who seemed to have disappeared from sight. It was hard being small, Bou thought irritated, but Miyavi was tall, so he should’ve at least caught a bit of the other’s hair.
“Hey, you hear me?” the girl from before was still there, the cross dresser expected her to have just left him, since he ignored her and all. However, she didn’t move and from what Bou could tell, she wasn’t going to move anywhere for the time being. “So what are you doing here? All alone without your beau? Dumped you already?”
She let out a small ironic laugh as Bou looked at her with an aggravated expression, “No… we just lost sight of each other, that’s all”
“Oh, okay… well, that’s too bad” the curly haired woman said, though it seems like she didn’t believe him. “You know, I think I saw Miyavi somewhere, I’m just not too sure”
“You did?” this certainly got Bou’s attention, “Where? I don’t really want to around without him; I’m not used to these kinds of places”
“Is that so? You’re so fucking cute” the brunette said, pinching Bou’s cheek with two well manicured finger “Well, why don’t you sit with me and my friends for a while? I mean, this place isn’t really that big, your man might hop around to our side of the place. And besides, you said yourself you’re not used to these kinds of places”
Frankly, Bou would rather not and even though the other was right about the mingling part, he would rather go through the crowd than sit with her. She may seem sweet and nice, but something about her scares Bou. He can’t really point it out, but he feels that beneath her kind façade she was planning something.
“I don’t know, I mean what if Miyavi is also looking for me-” Bou tried to look for something to get him out of this one, but the woman already had him.
“That’s why you should stay put, I mean, yeah what if he does looks for you?” she reasoned out that made Bou take back his former assumptions about her- but he still can’t help but feel suspicious though, “What if you were on the South Part of the place and he was here? It’ll be a hassle for the both of you, and there are too many people around. It’s not that easy looking for lost little blond girls”
Bou bit his lip, doubtful because he just met this person and he seriously just wants to find Miyavi and apologize.
The brunette held his hand softly, “Come on, don’t worry me and friends won’t hurt you. And you shouldn’t really go around looking like that, there’s so many perverts around here”
And once again, Bou found himself being dragged away.
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“Where the fuck is bomb shell?” Miyavi cursed his idiocy; he can’t call the blond since it didn’t ever cross his mind once to get his number. He slumped by the bar, his cell phone useless in hand and pissed at himself for not taking care of the blond properly. He’s hopeless at this kind of things, no wonder the cross dresser was always angry at him.
But it’s not like he didn’t try his best, he did and every time he does it just seems that it’s not enough for the blond. Miyavi sighed dejectedly; he just wants Bou to see him as someone special because that’s how he sees Bou.
Why on earth would he give the femme the bracelet if it didn’t mean anything? Well, actually looking back, when he let Bou wear it, he didn’t know what he was thinking. At the time, he was still in between wanting to send the blond to hell in one nicely shaped box, but every time he get the chance to actually hurt the blond, something always stop him.
Something like the feeling of guilt and this other one he cannot define. Not until now.
And now, he just wants to beat himself up for being so selfish. He’s not used to having to take care of someone else other than himself. He was always used to having people look up at him or look after him. But to say the ore-sama was looking after someone was something that would happen in an alternate universe.
“You look depressed” the tall autocrat looked up and saw a small dark haired boy sit beside him on the bar. Miyavi sighed, and didn’t answer; he was not in the mood to talk to strangers.
“Fuck off, I’m not in the mood” he said, hoping he didn’t have to entertain this freak, especially with his night turned out. “Leave me alone”
“Oh, you’re that ore-sama person everyone’s talking about” the other said, cocking his head to a certain angle trying to look at the ore-sama’s face. He wasn’t exactly unsuccessful, since part of Miyavi’s face wasn’t really covered by his arms and the other didn’t exactly mind having his features being known anyway. It’s not like he’s a stranger or new to this place.
“Yeah, so what if I am?”
“Nothing, just heard these fantastic rumors about you” Miyavi sat up straight and looked at the other. He was sorely pissed, was this guy crazy or was he looking for fight? If he can’t tell that Miyavi wasn’t up for talking, then he should get ready to have a fist landed on his face. “You’re going out with this school girl-”
“And if I am dating a one of my school mates?” the ore-sama looked at the other boy squarely in the face, “I don’t think going out with someone from my school is a bad thing”
“Well, I guess there’s nothing wrong with going out with a person like that” the boy said, shrugging his shoulders, not intimidated one bit by the tone of Miyavi’s voice. “But then again, I mean… I haven’t seen that girl around here, it’s the first time anyone seen her… she doesn’t go out around does she?”
“Well… she isn’t exactly the outgoing type” Miyavi said, having nothing else in mind to say. “I don’t need to explain anything to you, I don’t even know who the fuck you are”
“Hey, I was just thinking you know, after all… you being the ore-sama” the boy said, giving emphasis on Miyavi’s self made title, “A member of the Lee family, and the heir to the corporation that reaps millions… maybe billions of cash every year-”
Miyavi let an ugly crown crease his features, “What are you trying to say?”
The raven haired boy looked up, trying to choose his words so when they roll out of his mouth they would come out as understandable and smooth at the same time, “You know, I don’t know about you, Ore-sama, but your girl… isn’t exactly from any family or company that should a ring a bell… Since, from what everyone’s been saying she doesn’t seem to resemble anyone of importance-”
“So?” Miyavi felt his blood boil, was he mocking Bou? “So what? That Bou isn’t part of some big company? That it’s a big deal that Bou isn’t the heir to the next big shot jewelry store or that bomb shell doesn’t have fat bank account attached? I don’t care about that… Bomb shell means more to me than fucking money and a name-”
“Well… that’s good in the movies” the boy just leaned back, “But this is real life you know, nobody’s like this… blond girl friend of yours… Well, it’s not going to make good on your family, especially if everyone finds out your just dating some random nobody who’s just fucking you for the cash in your pockets-”
And this set Miyavi on fire, his eyes blazed in chagrin and ire as he swiftly grabbed the other by the lapels. The chairs they used to occupy both fell to the grounds, and his action warranted him the attention of the people nearby.
If he sends this guy to the hospital it won’t be the first time it happened, Miyavi was no stranger to fights, “Would you mind running that again? Are you trying to fucking say that Bou is a gold digger?”
“Well… I wouldn’t say that exactly…” the other didn’t seem to mind the fact that he was being manhandled, he even had a small grin on his face, “But you can never tell, after all-”
Miyavi never let him finish his sentence, as he made his fist connect with the other’s face in a hard hitting punch. He won’t let the bastard insult Bou like that in front of him, “Just because you don’t know Bou doesn’t mean you can fucking say things like that”
“Hey, you! Don’t you dare start a fight in this place!” the owner jumped over the bar and went over to Miyavi, reprimanding him, thankful that there were people who were trying to detach the tall boy from the other “This was your last chance, Miyavi, I don’t fucking care if you’re one of the best but you’ve caused too much trouble! You better get the fuck out of my place or else I get the security on your ass!”
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Bou tried to lift his head up as he saw a small crowd form on the farthest corner of the place. His mind felt a bit hazy from all the drinks he was forced to take down.
It started when Nana- the woman from before- asked Bou to sit down with her company. They all smiled warmly at him, all found him interesting and- like the rest of the population- found himself being interviewed once again about Miyavi. Most of the time, Bou couldn’t answer because when he thinks about it, he and Miyavi never really had a real conversation.
They never had a conversation where they weren’t fighting. Thinking about it, how could they? When the femme was always hard on the other boy, it surprised him how the tall ore-sama just found enough will power to even treat him nicely.
The girls all though Bou’s silence was because he doesn’t want to share the juicy gossip, but it was all because of the two’s lack of communication.
“I know!” chirped the red head sitting at the side farthest from Bou; she clapped her prim nails, the accessories hanging by her wrist glittering under the light. “Let’s play a game of Truth and Dare!”
“Oh that would be so cool!” the sharp eyed girl beside the femme agreed, and so did the rest of his company. So far, he was the only one who wasn’t all too keen on the idea, not especially when another girl lifter her hand in the air to suggest a form of punishment, “I know! I know, anyone who doesn’t tell the truth or doesn’t follow a dare get to drink a shot of vodka!”
“Um… can I skip?” Bou slipped in, with a slight curl of his lips, “I’m not exactly into drinking-”
“Oh, then this is a good time to start then!” Nana let an arm over the blonde’s shoulder and then feigned a worried expression, “How can you be the ore-sama’s girl when you don’t know how to hold you drink?”
Rubbing his eyes, he tried to take away the drowsy feeling, but the intoxicating feeling of floating started to jumble the way he thinks. He’s been made to take at least three to four shots, rendering his knees to morph into jelly and destroyed what made up his thinking process into mush. Though his brain is not in its highest function, it never seemed to leave his senses that maybe there was a brawl somewhere going on. He could almost hear the faint shout of someone, and even when his eyesight was starting to falter he could make out the small crowd forming way over there…
“Hey… Nana-san… what’s… that…?” Bou managed to get out of his mouth; he was cradled in the brunette’s arms, even in his intoxicated state he somehow managed to get the clear picture of Miyavi in his head and what’s left of his sanity prompted enough worry in him, “Nana-san… what if… Miyavi-”
“Don’t worry, honey” the brunette said, it amazed the femme how the other didn’t seem affected. Some of her friends all looked like they were all wasted. “I don’t think Miyavi’s in there…”
“Kyaaa! I see stars!” a girl in front of them waved a hand in the air, her face set in a lopsided grin.
“Looks like Bou isn’t the only one who couldn’t hold their drink!” piped the red head from before, the girl beside her leaning her head heavily on her shoulder. The femme didn’t remember giving out his name, it never occurred to him that he hasn’t exactly told them his name yet the redhead in front of him addressed him.
“I feel sick” the cross dresser moaned, he had a hand over his head trying to massage away the pain. He didn’t know what happened next, but from what he could remember the next day, all he saw was an amazing blur of colors. The music was banging too loud on his ears and he knew he was somewhere worried about Miyavi and that the whole turned into a dull black when he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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Bou let out a long moan.
Cold, almost bitter and a bit hungry; he rolled on his side, trying to curl up into a ball hoping he could somehow get away from the cold. It shouldn’t be this cold, yet here he was hoping to fight away the freezing temperature. He held the blanket close to himself, wrapping it around his body, trying to get it to cover more and more of him.
And then it suddenly hit him.
“Huh?!” he sat up, his drowsiness well forgotten as he looked at the blanket that wrapped his body. Frantically he looked around at his surroundings and realized that he was nowhere in the club Miyavi brought him but in a hotel room.
Bou took a deep breath, as he suddenly realized why he felt cold. He didn’t really have to look under the covers, but he just needed to make sure.
With shaky fingertips, he slowly looked beneath the blanket and saw that he was in fact wearing absolutely nothing at all.
“Oh my god, what on earth is happening?” he asked to no one in particular seeing as there was no one to ask to.
“Oh, you’re awake!” the blond boy heard a voice; he looked to the left and saw an old woman standing by the door of the bathroom. “I hoped I didn’t bother you, I was trying to get some cleaning done”
The blond couldn’t believe the situation he was in. He couldn’t understand what on earth was going on, except he was in some hotel room butt naked and he has no idea where his clothes were. And added to his already baffled mind was an old lady talking about cleaning detergents.
“Oh hey, Oba-san” he heard the door open and close, footsteps followed quickly and in came a tall blond, wearing what seemed to be an all black ensemble. He stopped when he saw Bou who was finally awake on bed with a surprised expression on his face. But his expression changed to a rather warm smile and he said, “Hey, you’re already up?”
Instead of replying, Bou found himself screaming at the top of his lungs.
A/N: Yes, yes… I will never abandon this story! No matter how busy I am, I will always find time to update this! I love this fanfic too much to let it go, so if you’re all willing to wait for lengths just for an update, I’m really happy. And once again, I am so sorry for not updating sooner; I just started college and well… I kind of liked being in college right now. It’s really nice but busy at the same time.
I hope you all like this! I tried my best to write it in a way you can all understand, but I know I phail too much.
(I know, I suck bad, and if you guys are still up for sending me hate mail, just remember in capital letters okay?)
Author:
earnestinberlinTheme: 014. Cold
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:: Well, updates aren’t going to be smooth since I’m starting college, please understand, neh?
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
Chapitre Quatorze
Gackt tried to call him.
The other day, he received a rather disturbing phone call from one of his old friends and he didn’t like the way it sounds. For most of the evening, he’s been trying to contact him, trying to get the other to pick up his cell phone.
“I know how to fix everything now”
But every time he thinks he got through the line, the other would just close the phone and Gackt would have to start all over again.
He wanted to know what the other was talking about, but after the umpteenth call the blond just fell to on top of his bed and sighed.
Gackt knows his background, knows what his family is like and how they work. The blond knows that his friend can be too much to handle, and is hard when he pushes his grudges.
“At least I can’t say I didn’t try” he said to himself, since there was no one there to listen.
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“Miyavi, I want to go home” Bou said, from the start he was never really interested in coming here. He just forced himself to tag along because… well, because Miyavi looked at him with that pathetic look in his eyes. And for some reason, Bou just can’t say no to the tall boy.
For most of the hour, he was spent going around with Miyavi and listening to him talk to his ‘people’. Bou doesn’t seem to find it fit calling any of the people they talked to as Miyavi’s ‘friend’. Whenever the ore-sama would introduce him to anyone, they would try to hide the fact that they were eyeing him up and down.
The guys would do it, hoping Miyavi wouldn’t catch the rather interested glint that would sparkle in their eyes.
The girls would do it, with a raised eyebrow at his uniform and how he’s not dressed properly for the occasion.
Bou didn’t like the attention and didn’t like how they tried to eat him up with their stares. He would just tighten his hold on Miyavi’s a bit- not enough to crush his bones, unfortunately- but enough to tell him that he doesn’t really like their company.
And somehow, Miyavi would understand, he would then make up little excuses to just so they could skip this person. Sometimes it was a bit tricky, since some of them seem really interested in Miyavi having a girlfriend. But they would pull through and Miyavi would present Bou to the next person.
He tugged at Miyavi’s hand again softly, trying to get his attention. But Miyavi was busy talking to another friend of his. Even though he can easily just knock some senses in the other boy, he didn’t really want to embarrass him in front of his friends.
And why not?!, the inner voice asked Bou.
Well, it’s simple really, I mean, I wouldn’t want Miyavi to barge in on me when I talk to Doiha-
You’re lame! Please! Don’t give me that bull crap, the little chibi Bou with the devil horns said, You have a mega crush on him! Its pathetic how last week you just threatened to squeeze his mother jewels to bits, now… You’re just-
Shut up, okay! Bou frowned at himself, trying to get the voice in his head and that little hallucination out of his sight.
“Hey, Bou, are you okay?” Miyavi asked with concerned glazed over his eyes.
“Miyavi, can I go home now?” the blond pleaded a bit, hoping the tall boy would agree because he doesn’t really feel comfortable in this kind of setting. Too many people and too many sparkling jewels, and the smell of cigarettes and alcohols are giving him a horrible head ache. He also didn’t like the way a certain guy on the other side of the room was eyeing him.
“Wait, I want to show you to someone” Miyavi said, he didn’t want to go yet, he wanted to present Bou to his circle of people. It was just out of formality’s sake- even party animals have rules they go by and this was one of them.
He frowned heavily and took his hand away from Miyavi’s. He was almost at his end’s limits and he was just tired and he wants to go home. With how everyone’s looking at him, he just wants to get out and hide under his covers. They were scrutinizing him and being under eyes like that wasn’t a very comfortable thing.
“But Miyavi! I don’t want to stay here!” Bou said a bit too loud for Miyavi’s liking, as two or three heads from the crowd seem to have found their direction.
“Please, Bou, just a few more minutes and you can go-”
“No, Miyavi! I don’t want to! I don’t want to be here!” the blond said, pointing at the people around them “Can’t you see how these people look at me?”
“Bou, come on-” feeling the eyes of those around him, he didn’t want them to see him like this.
“I’m not going to slide easily like that” Bou continued, angrily, forgetting how many of Miyavi’s circle was around him “And it’s not like I’m really your girlfriend anyway! I’m just here because I felt sorry for you!”
He didn’t stop to take the time to look at Miyavi, just turned around and left to find the exit. He was angry at the people around him, and he was angry at Miyavi even though the other boy didn’t do much. Bou didn’t think about it, he just wanted to find the nearest exit, jump on a cab and go straight home and pretend nothing happened. He was stupid for even coming anyway, what was he thinking? That this was just some chump’s birthday party? That he could just fit in among the crowd? This was not his place, and he knows that very well.
Rich people grated his nerves, now he has developed a deep hatred for them. He was annoyed at the way they whispered behind his back, how he heard the soft murmurs about his uniform and how he shouldn’t be with Miyavi. He knows this might happen, he knows that.
But why did come? He knows it will happen, everyone making fun of him, the pointing and the staring the rude words and everything else.
As Bou plowed through the people (“Excuse me… I’m sorry, was that your foot? I’m really sorry”), the idea of Miyavi being hurt from what he did crossed his mind. As his steps began to slow down, he felt a bit ashamed at what he did. Maybe he was mean to the other, even though Miyavi was known for being full of himself; he did try his best to make Bou comfortable. He didn’t mind the way people would also comment about him (“What was Miyavi thinking? Does he want to be a pedophile?” or the inevitable, “That freak has a school girl kink”).
It’s not like he was the only one suffering from what people were saying, it’s not like most of the comments were directed only at him. He heard the ones that were for Miyavi.
And he stopped the exit just a few meters away from him.
Streams of people coming in and out, laughing out loud with drinks in their hands and a buddy in the other, he stood there and contemplated for a while. As he did, there were of course the others who raised a brow at his attire, he saw the cocked brows and ignored them.
And as if by instinct, his left hand softly felt for the bracelet on his right wrist and he felt his heart fall.
He was such a bastard. He really was.
He turned back and looked for Miyavi in the crowd.
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And there he goes away from the exit and into the lion’s den, was he coming back Miyavi?
Typical, the boy smirked, an attack from the sweet old conscience and the blond was back in the game. He almost thought it was over right before he could even get the wheels of his attack to run.
He was just watching from above. Well, Bou did make a wonderful show down there, it was expected. Bou being such an outspoken person, and being surrounded by people who are going to comment on his state- the outcome was predictable.
He grinned at the sight of Bou, lost in the middle of Japan’s fashionistas and party goers. He scanned the crowd for his other companions and his eye caught her- the girl who agreed to help him in his little strings of deeds.
She was just a few meters away from the blond, looking bored herself, waiting for him to call her and tell her it was time. The boy flipped up his cell phone again and made the phone call, and from where he was on the balcony, he could see her relieved look as her hand went in her purse and looked for her phone.
“She’s just a few meters away from you” was all he said, “The blond wearing the school uniform-”
“Oh yeah…. Wait” she walked a bit further and looked around, “Are you talking about the cutie who doubles as a lost puppy? Isn’t she an adorable doll, make my heart bleed at the thought of having to hack her to pieces”
“Yeah, that’s her”
His friend went closer to Bou, he know nothing can go wrong.
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“Hey, aren’t you that Miyavi’s chick?” the blond almost let out a small squeak as he heard a female voice address him. He turned around and was met by a rather voluptuous woman with curly brown hair and sharp eyes. She smiled at him warmly, expecting an answer to her question.
Bou just nodded, his eyes still scanning the crowd for Miyavi who seemed to have disappeared from sight. It was hard being small, Bou thought irritated, but Miyavi was tall, so he should’ve at least caught a bit of the other’s hair.
“Hey, you hear me?” the girl from before was still there, the cross dresser expected her to have just left him, since he ignored her and all. However, she didn’t move and from what Bou could tell, she wasn’t going to move anywhere for the time being. “So what are you doing here? All alone without your beau? Dumped you already?”
She let out a small ironic laugh as Bou looked at her with an aggravated expression, “No… we just lost sight of each other, that’s all”
“Oh, okay… well, that’s too bad” the curly haired woman said, though it seems like she didn’t believe him. “You know, I think I saw Miyavi somewhere, I’m just not too sure”
“You did?” this certainly got Bou’s attention, “Where? I don’t really want to around without him; I’m not used to these kinds of places”
“Is that so? You’re so fucking cute” the brunette said, pinching Bou’s cheek with two well manicured finger “Well, why don’t you sit with me and my friends for a while? I mean, this place isn’t really that big, your man might hop around to our side of the place. And besides, you said yourself you’re not used to these kinds of places”
Frankly, Bou would rather not and even though the other was right about the mingling part, he would rather go through the crowd than sit with her. She may seem sweet and nice, but something about her scares Bou. He can’t really point it out, but he feels that beneath her kind façade she was planning something.
“I don’t know, I mean what if Miyavi is also looking for me-” Bou tried to look for something to get him out of this one, but the woman already had him.
“That’s why you should stay put, I mean, yeah what if he does looks for you?” she reasoned out that made Bou take back his former assumptions about her- but he still can’t help but feel suspicious though, “What if you were on the South Part of the place and he was here? It’ll be a hassle for the both of you, and there are too many people around. It’s not that easy looking for lost little blond girls”
Bou bit his lip, doubtful because he just met this person and he seriously just wants to find Miyavi and apologize.
The brunette held his hand softly, “Come on, don’t worry me and friends won’t hurt you. And you shouldn’t really go around looking like that, there’s so many perverts around here”
And once again, Bou found himself being dragged away.
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“Where the fuck is bomb shell?” Miyavi cursed his idiocy; he can’t call the blond since it didn’t ever cross his mind once to get his number. He slumped by the bar, his cell phone useless in hand and pissed at himself for not taking care of the blond properly. He’s hopeless at this kind of things, no wonder the cross dresser was always angry at him.
But it’s not like he didn’t try his best, he did and every time he does it just seems that it’s not enough for the blond. Miyavi sighed dejectedly; he just wants Bou to see him as someone special because that’s how he sees Bou.
Why on earth would he give the femme the bracelet if it didn’t mean anything? Well, actually looking back, when he let Bou wear it, he didn’t know what he was thinking. At the time, he was still in between wanting to send the blond to hell in one nicely shaped box, but every time he get the chance to actually hurt the blond, something always stop him.
Something like the feeling of guilt and this other one he cannot define. Not until now.
And now, he just wants to beat himself up for being so selfish. He’s not used to having to take care of someone else other than himself. He was always used to having people look up at him or look after him. But to say the ore-sama was looking after someone was something that would happen in an alternate universe.
“You look depressed” the tall autocrat looked up and saw a small dark haired boy sit beside him on the bar. Miyavi sighed, and didn’t answer; he was not in the mood to talk to strangers.
“Fuck off, I’m not in the mood” he said, hoping he didn’t have to entertain this freak, especially with his night turned out. “Leave me alone”
“Oh, you’re that ore-sama person everyone’s talking about” the other said, cocking his head to a certain angle trying to look at the ore-sama’s face. He wasn’t exactly unsuccessful, since part of Miyavi’s face wasn’t really covered by his arms and the other didn’t exactly mind having his features being known anyway. It’s not like he’s a stranger or new to this place.
“Yeah, so what if I am?”
“Nothing, just heard these fantastic rumors about you” Miyavi sat up straight and looked at the other. He was sorely pissed, was this guy crazy or was he looking for fight? If he can’t tell that Miyavi wasn’t up for talking, then he should get ready to have a fist landed on his face. “You’re going out with this school girl-”
“And if I am dating a one of my school mates?” the ore-sama looked at the other boy squarely in the face, “I don’t think going out with someone from my school is a bad thing”
“Well, I guess there’s nothing wrong with going out with a person like that” the boy said, shrugging his shoulders, not intimidated one bit by the tone of Miyavi’s voice. “But then again, I mean… I haven’t seen that girl around here, it’s the first time anyone seen her… she doesn’t go out around does she?”
“Well… she isn’t exactly the outgoing type” Miyavi said, having nothing else in mind to say. “I don’t need to explain anything to you, I don’t even know who the fuck you are”
“Hey, I was just thinking you know, after all… you being the ore-sama” the boy said, giving emphasis on Miyavi’s self made title, “A member of the Lee family, and the heir to the corporation that reaps millions… maybe billions of cash every year-”
Miyavi let an ugly crown crease his features, “What are you trying to say?”
The raven haired boy looked up, trying to choose his words so when they roll out of his mouth they would come out as understandable and smooth at the same time, “You know, I don’t know about you, Ore-sama, but your girl… isn’t exactly from any family or company that should a ring a bell… Since, from what everyone’s been saying she doesn’t seem to resemble anyone of importance-”
“So?” Miyavi felt his blood boil, was he mocking Bou? “So what? That Bou isn’t part of some big company? That it’s a big deal that Bou isn’t the heir to the next big shot jewelry store or that bomb shell doesn’t have fat bank account attached? I don’t care about that… Bomb shell means more to me than fucking money and a name-”
“Well… that’s good in the movies” the boy just leaned back, “But this is real life you know, nobody’s like this… blond girl friend of yours… Well, it’s not going to make good on your family, especially if everyone finds out your just dating some random nobody who’s just fucking you for the cash in your pockets-”
And this set Miyavi on fire, his eyes blazed in chagrin and ire as he swiftly grabbed the other by the lapels. The chairs they used to occupy both fell to the grounds, and his action warranted him the attention of the people nearby.
If he sends this guy to the hospital it won’t be the first time it happened, Miyavi was no stranger to fights, “Would you mind running that again? Are you trying to fucking say that Bou is a gold digger?”
“Well… I wouldn’t say that exactly…” the other didn’t seem to mind the fact that he was being manhandled, he even had a small grin on his face, “But you can never tell, after all-”
Miyavi never let him finish his sentence, as he made his fist connect with the other’s face in a hard hitting punch. He won’t let the bastard insult Bou like that in front of him, “Just because you don’t know Bou doesn’t mean you can fucking say things like that”
“Hey, you! Don’t you dare start a fight in this place!” the owner jumped over the bar and went over to Miyavi, reprimanding him, thankful that there were people who were trying to detach the tall boy from the other “This was your last chance, Miyavi, I don’t fucking care if you’re one of the best but you’ve caused too much trouble! You better get the fuck out of my place or else I get the security on your ass!”
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Bou tried to lift his head up as he saw a small crowd form on the farthest corner of the place. His mind felt a bit hazy from all the drinks he was forced to take down.
It started when Nana- the woman from before- asked Bou to sit down with her company. They all smiled warmly at him, all found him interesting and- like the rest of the population- found himself being interviewed once again about Miyavi. Most of the time, Bou couldn’t answer because when he thinks about it, he and Miyavi never really had a real conversation.
They never had a conversation where they weren’t fighting. Thinking about it, how could they? When the femme was always hard on the other boy, it surprised him how the tall ore-sama just found enough will power to even treat him nicely.
The girls all though Bou’s silence was because he doesn’t want to share the juicy gossip, but it was all because of the two’s lack of communication.
“I know!” chirped the red head sitting at the side farthest from Bou; she clapped her prim nails, the accessories hanging by her wrist glittering under the light. “Let’s play a game of Truth and Dare!”
“Oh that would be so cool!” the sharp eyed girl beside the femme agreed, and so did the rest of his company. So far, he was the only one who wasn’t all too keen on the idea, not especially when another girl lifter her hand in the air to suggest a form of punishment, “I know! I know, anyone who doesn’t tell the truth or doesn’t follow a dare get to drink a shot of vodka!”
“Um… can I skip?” Bou slipped in, with a slight curl of his lips, “I’m not exactly into drinking-”
“Oh, then this is a good time to start then!” Nana let an arm over the blonde’s shoulder and then feigned a worried expression, “How can you be the ore-sama’s girl when you don’t know how to hold you drink?”
Rubbing his eyes, he tried to take away the drowsy feeling, but the intoxicating feeling of floating started to jumble the way he thinks. He’s been made to take at least three to four shots, rendering his knees to morph into jelly and destroyed what made up his thinking process into mush. Though his brain is not in its highest function, it never seemed to leave his senses that maybe there was a brawl somewhere going on. He could almost hear the faint shout of someone, and even when his eyesight was starting to falter he could make out the small crowd forming way over there…
“Hey… Nana-san… what’s… that…?” Bou managed to get out of his mouth; he was cradled in the brunette’s arms, even in his intoxicated state he somehow managed to get the clear picture of Miyavi in his head and what’s left of his sanity prompted enough worry in him, “Nana-san… what if… Miyavi-”
“Don’t worry, honey” the brunette said, it amazed the femme how the other didn’t seem affected. Some of her friends all looked like they were all wasted. “I don’t think Miyavi’s in there…”
“Kyaaa! I see stars!” a girl in front of them waved a hand in the air, her face set in a lopsided grin.
“Looks like Bou isn’t the only one who couldn’t hold their drink!” piped the red head from before, the girl beside her leaning her head heavily on her shoulder. The femme didn’t remember giving out his name, it never occurred to him that he hasn’t exactly told them his name yet the redhead in front of him addressed him.
“I feel sick” the cross dresser moaned, he had a hand over his head trying to massage away the pain. He didn’t know what happened next, but from what he could remember the next day, all he saw was an amazing blur of colors. The music was banging too loud on his ears and he knew he was somewhere worried about Miyavi and that the whole turned into a dull black when he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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Bou let out a long moan.
Cold, almost bitter and a bit hungry; he rolled on his side, trying to curl up into a ball hoping he could somehow get away from the cold. It shouldn’t be this cold, yet here he was hoping to fight away the freezing temperature. He held the blanket close to himself, wrapping it around his body, trying to get it to cover more and more of him.
And then it suddenly hit him.
“Huh?!” he sat up, his drowsiness well forgotten as he looked at the blanket that wrapped his body. Frantically he looked around at his surroundings and realized that he was nowhere in the club Miyavi brought him but in a hotel room.
Bou took a deep breath, as he suddenly realized why he felt cold. He didn’t really have to look under the covers, but he just needed to make sure.
With shaky fingertips, he slowly looked beneath the blanket and saw that he was in fact wearing absolutely nothing at all.
“Oh my god, what on earth is happening?” he asked to no one in particular seeing as there was no one to ask to.
“Oh, you’re awake!” the blond boy heard a voice; he looked to the left and saw an old woman standing by the door of the bathroom. “I hoped I didn’t bother you, I was trying to get some cleaning done”
The blond couldn’t believe the situation he was in. He couldn’t understand what on earth was going on, except he was in some hotel room butt naked and he has no idea where his clothes were. And added to his already baffled mind was an old lady talking about cleaning detergents.
“Oh hey, Oba-san” he heard the door open and close, footsteps followed quickly and in came a tall blond, wearing what seemed to be an all black ensemble. He stopped when he saw Bou who was finally awake on bed with a surprised expression on his face. But his expression changed to a rather warm smile and he said, “Hey, you’re already up?”
Instead of replying, Bou found himself screaming at the top of his lungs.
A/N: Yes, yes… I will never abandon this story! No matter how busy I am, I will always find time to update this! I love this fanfic too much to let it go, so if you’re all willing to wait for lengths just for an update, I’m really happy. And once again, I am so sorry for not updating sooner; I just started college and well… I kind of liked being in college right now. It’s really nice but busy at the same time.
I hope you all like this! I tried my best to write it in a way you can all understand, but I know I phail too much.
(I know, I suck bad, and if you guys are still up for sending me hate mail, just remember in capital letters okay?)
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