16. My Heart Draws A Dream- Chapter 30
Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
Author: EarnestInBerlin or cock_a_hoop69
Theme: 30. Lust
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Zip. Zilch. Nada.
Comments: Am I still alive? Why yes. And if you’re still interested, there’s... a new character! :O
Summary: Arc Two. So Miyavi and Bou are over the whole yakuza affair. Time for the couple to happily move on with their lives and go shopping right? Wrong! Someone from the past comes and ruins the picture, well form where Miyavi stands and is trying to take away his pretty little bomb shell with his perfect model smile.
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
Chapitre Quinze
Chapitre Seize
Chapitre Dix-sept
Chapitre Dix-Huit
Chapitre Vingt
Chapitre Vingt-et-un
Chapitre Vingt-deux
Chapitre Vingt-Trois (Bonus Chapter Again!)
Chapitre Vingt-Quatre
Chapitre Vingt-Cinq
Chapitre Vingt-Six
Chapitre Vingt-Sept
Chapitre Vingt-Huit
Chapitre vingt-neuf
It was a wonderful plan really.
Not only was he ruined in front of everyone who knew him, of everyone who thought he was some sort of convert but he was now a full flat zero in Bou’s eyes. He always had that inkling that Miyavi was that kind of man, and true to what he thought him, he really was. Miyavi was not the type who could deal with social pressure, he can’t talk his way out of a problem or try reason.
No, he wasn’t that type of guy.
Because he was dumb ass, and for Teruki figuring something like that out was easy. And like a god damn picture book, he could totally read that son of a bitch’s profile without breaking into a sweat. And here he was worrying that Miyavi was going to be a challenge, after all... He managed to somehow capture Bou’s heart, and for Teruki there was something about that feat that he should give Miyavi some credit for. But that was another topic to discuss, another battle that he had won; that was then and well... this is now. And for this little battle, that if Teruki had to base on his memory’s day count- he, unlike Miyavi has terrific memory.
Teruki was lying on his back, in one of Japan’s most expensive hospitals- hey, he just can’t settle for something that was below a couple of million. He was after all one of the most sought after models in Japan, and if the media gets hold of his busted face that going to be one media circus he’ll be having a ball in.
Especially if it means making Miyavi come out as a bigger asshole.
How hard can it be? Especially when he’s got the wheels turning and the deck was in his hands. He wonders how he’s going to pull this one and tries his best not to laugh too hard at the thought. After all, how hard was this supposed to be? How mind boggling and nerve wracking?
Zero.
And he won’t even break a sweat, maybe the occasional tear or two, but it was going to be fun ripping Miyavi to pieces.
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Miyavi has been calling everyone and everyone was turning him down or just turning off their phones. Bou wasn’t even answering back his texts and god knows how much he’s been breaking his fingers just to talk to the bomb shell. He could call his mates later- both of which weren’t really in the mood to pick up their phones just for him.
“Come on, Bou... Come on, pick up” the ore-sama muttered under his breath, he’s been walking on eggshells really- that’s correct right? Because he’s heard people use that expression before and he was never one to do such weird thoughts. And why would anyone walk on eggshells anyway? So weird...
Okay there he goes again, getting off track when he was supposed to be thinking of how he was going to make it up to his boys and to his beau. It was a fucking disaster and Miyavi has no idea how is he going to even clean up the mess he has gotten himself into. It’s been three days since he’s last seen either of the crew or Bou, when he gets glimpses of them- at the mall, at school and or anywhere else- they just seem to vanish before he could even get a good hold of them. The man went back to sitting on his chair, frowning at himself as he tried to think of what to do, it was all that damned Teruki’s fault. What’s going to happen now?
He bit his lip.
Will he... try and go back to Bou? The thought actually scared Miyavi, what is he going to do? He can’t just go around barging into places and beat that man up, he knows what the other will do to him- and he’ll do it without lifting one finger and he’ll do it until Miyavi backs away into a corner and goes insane with need.
He has to do something or else he will die. Not literally though… he has to admit he was feeling pretty much close to it. The Ore-sama threw his phone away, angry that it couldn’t him the people he needed to talk to have disappeared all of a sudden. Miyavi bit his lower lip.
He leaves his phone behind, slamming the door behind him in frustration as he walked out.
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“You know, you should start talking to Miyavi now” Miku suggested as he and Bou sat by the front step of their apartment building. It was pretty hot that Saturday morning, Bou was wearing his white clean short shorts while his friend opted for some long and loose ones. They both were wearing flip flops, and matching t-shirts they got from attending that acting workshop in Freshmen year. They were both eating sundaes, Bou would feed Miku his strawberries from time to time and Miku would do the same with the chocolate in his ice cream. They looked cute really, almost like lovers if one wasn’t careful but even then, the shared soft kisses between them were purely childish and almost like the same kisses one would share with a close a sibling.
“I’ll talk to him when I remember” Bou said, pulling one more piece of goodness from his treat to Miku’s open mouth.
“Come on” Miku said with a small whine, pouting at Bou, “You have to give him a break, after all, he went through everything for you... I guess it’s not that bad-”
“He beat Teruki, doesn’t that mean anything to you?”
“Teruki was never my favourite member of the group anyway” Miku said before he had to duck as a strawberry found itself flying in the air, five seconds away from the brunette boy’s face. He lifted his head and stuck his tongue at Bou, “Nice try, but I think I’m old enough to memorize your-”
And of course, he had to move his head left, knowing that a fist coming his way.
“Moves, Bou-chan”
The blond frowned, though... he should’ve known Miku by now... He could be a pain in the ass, but he can read Bou like a book. The blond sighed and went back to just eating his ice cream.
“Since when did that happen?” Bou asked as he softly dug his sundae, “I mean, you’re just siding on Miyavi aren’t you?”
“No... I don’t know...” Miku shook his head, “It’s just... Teruki is... well, he’s different and I don’t know how to say this but... he sort of scares me Bou”
At the mention of this, Bou couldn’t help but lift his head in disbelief at what Miku was saying. He silently said, “What?”
Miku’s lips curled in an a somewhat ugly frown, and he looked at Bou with a sort of worried look. After a few moments, he turned away and said, “It’s... I don’t know, I just... I just get vibes around him, Bou, there’s just something about him that changed and I’m not sure... I really like this change”
Bou looked at Miku, truth be told he hasn’t noticed anything wrong with Teruki. His lips curled and he just sat there, “Maybe he’s been too long, Miku, I mean after all we haven’t been together for such a long time... It’s not surprising he has some changes to him”
“I know that Bou-chan” Miku bit his lower lip, but decided not to push on the topic further. Recently, Teruki has been making his hair stand on ends and he isn’t sure why. Just the mere thought of the other actually makes him shiver a bit, “Hey, maybe you should give Miyavi a call... your phone’s been awfully noisy”
“That bastard” Bou snorted, before shaking his head, “He beated Teruki up!”
“Bou” Miku looked at the blond with full disdain, “This is the same guy who took hits from an Oyabun just so he can be with you”
The blond was silenced for a minute, of course he didn’t forget that one bit. It’s been just a little less than month since their dreadful get together with the head of the Takarai clan. Maybe he shouldn’t have ignored Miyavi, but what he did to Teruki was terrible. But then again, Miyavi’s fifty or so missed calls were something he shouldn’t really ignore.
“Fine” Bou said, Miku perked up a bit, “I’ll go call him... see if he’s okay or what”
The blond pulled his phone and slipped out of the room and away from Miku. If he was going to talk to his boyfriend, he would rather without his high strung best friend. He wasn’t all too big on the other eavesdropping on his conversation.
He decided to do it outside, near the stairs, tapping his lips a bit while he thought of what he should tell Miyavi. After all, thinking about it, ignoring the man for so long is just mean on his half. The blond sighed and started dialling the ore-sama’s number.
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He was new and fresh from the unknown land of Korea, dressed in a nice blue sweater. He frowned at his surroundings, obviously clueless of the Japanese language. Making this little information obvious as he looked around in confusion, his eyes trying to make something out of the signs and things plastered all over the place- he was an intelligent boy, yes, but his current decision to go over to Japan was just born out of stupidity.
Back in Seoul, he seemed so sure and was pretty adamant about his need to get to the land of the rising sun. Of course, he came along with the scholarship to Holy Garden University, masking his real intentions with the whole foreign exchange student hoopla. It was easy getting an application; after all he was one of the brightest students the school had to offer, sending him to Japan or to anywhere actually was just too easy. But truth was, he wasn’t really interested in “immersing himself in the intricate, yet wonderful culture the Japanese has to offer”.
He didn’t exactly come here to learn about those god damn ikebanas or why Geishas were too white for comfort really.
His reasons will be stated later.
As for now, he is stuck in the airport, with absolutely no idea how to converse in Japanese. Fact was, he could care less about the nation’s need to be the weirdest bunch or their deep love for the language that it’s just ridiculous. He wasn’t really in the mood to meet up a funky Japanese man, and debate the debacle of why he should hate the Japanese and how World War two was like the worst ever!
He just wanted to get what he wanted- despite the fact that Japan like every other country is made up of millions of people. And looking for that one thing will prove to be... maybe futile and completely pointless.
For someone who had straight A’s ever since he stepped in kindergarten, he was starting to wonder if somewhere along the way he hit his head and become the world’s biggest retard.
What the hell was he doing here? He doesn’t need this- this hassle.
Because it’s been two years and even if seven hundred thirty days passed between them.
His heart was still latched to the other boy’s and unless the key was given back to him, he refuses to be nothing but a faded memory.
The man growled, chewing his lip as he stood outside of the huge airport. It was going to be another twenty minutes before the man coming to pick him up comes.
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Miyavi was driving, chewing his lower lip. He left his phone at home, and for some reason it didn’t bother him all too much. As he turned the steering wheel, not really sure where he was going just moving about in circles and all around town- he just needed to get the tension out of him before he goes insane from all the stress this shit was doing to him.
Fact was, he wasn’t exactly sure where he was going and he’s been out gone for ten minutes now. The city was wide, and the streets were long, but he found his arms steering the wheel of the car to a certain direction. It was odd how one’s body works sometimes, even without the instructions of the brain he found himself manoeuvring to a direction he should’ve caught up in the first place. And when his foot made him stop, pressed on that neutral and his hand stopped the car. He was right in front of a certain apartment building.
He looked at the two floored building, his usually small eyes widening in surprise as he saw it. He didn’t know what exactly scared him; he didn’t know how on earth his hands made him move this way. He sighed, and gently pressed his head against the steering wheel, should he? Must he? It wasn’t exactly his fault, that son of a bitch-
Oh fuck it. He was tired, and compromise. Compromise. Mother fucking compromise.
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The blond was looking out the window, he phoned the bastard twice and he still hasn’t answered. It always sends him through voicemail and got knows how he hates voicemail. Well, he never really care for its existence. But he was pretty sure that after being told that his damned call was going to be transferred once more, he was just on the verge of homicidal tendencies.
But there was a certain noise coming from the first floor, and Bou being just outside his apartment has full view to that nice black car. The one that just parked right in front of his building.
The one that Miyavi stepped out of.
Can we say, perfect timing?
The blond was so shocked at this impromptu visit. He looked at Miyavi as he locked his door and... take a couple of deep breathes. That or he was pushing down his many hyperventilation- something Bou would rather believe. As soon as he seemed to have calmed down, the ore-sama took one quick survey of his surroundings before his eyes went up to second floor of the building. His eyes mimicked Bou’s wide stare.
“Uuh...”
“You!” Bou started but suddenly realized there was nothing more to add. He had an arm stretched out and pointing at Miyavi accusingly, though he wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to do with that arm. And how he’s going to do it from this distance.
“Yeah” Miyavi should be trying to find ways to fight back, however he was just... well, he wasn’t really in the mood for death threats and throwing random inanimate objects at the blond. And he was hoping Bou wasn’t too because God only knows how long it took for his body to heal from Hyde’s beautiful attack.
For a moment, it seemed as if time just froze and rendered them immobile- though this theory was highly disapproved the moment Bou had to bite his lower lip. His arm was shaking a bit too.
“Fuck it” the blond swore under his breath, fact was even if he was angry at the other man, he can’t deny the fact that he missed him so much it hurts him in the guts. The blond gritted his teeth and put his arm down before calling out: “Come up here you son of a bitch”
Miyavi, a little bit surprised at this nodded and ran up the stairs quickly.
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Tension was high and of course Miku didn’t exactly know what to do. Here there were, Bou and Miyavi sitting on their all too tiny table. The ore-sama was trying his best not to look around, even though he’s been itching to comment on the primitive status of his little boyfriend’s house. But he decided to bite his tongue, that look on Bou’s face wasn’t exactly very promising.
“So... anyone want some juice?” Miku decided to interject, finding the silence just too overbearing really. But no one responded, and a part of him just wanted to go out and leave. He wasn’t exactly making this any better for them and he just... well he just can’t stay there. He huffed a bit, Bou with his arms still crossed over his chest and Miyavi looking at Bou with those apologetic eyes you never see the ore-sama wear before. The brunette realized he couldn’t just do this to them. He let out one big sigh, looked at Bou and looked at Miyavi.
“Uuh... you know what, I’ve... I’ve got a couple of errands to do, so...” he said standing up, Bou didn’t even look up at him. He was too busy glaring at Miyavi to care. Miyavi took one careful glance at the man and smiled- something that almost gave Miku a heart attack. Was that even possible? But he decided he didn’t really want to know and slowly slipped away, wearing a jacket over the stupid shirt and baggy pants. He traded his flip flops for some worn out yellow sneakers.
“Well, I’ll be back a little over in an hour” he called out, Bou moved his head to finally acknowledge his best friend’s decision and let out a small sigh as he continued to sit with Miyavi on their little apartment. The blond didn’t know how to start, but of course, he wasn’t going to go about tell the man how he misses him.
Even if his heart was telling him so.
“Hey... about...” Miyavi decided to break the ice, but Bou held up a hand.
“I really don’t know what you were thinking” Bou couldn’t help but cut the other man off, “Miyavi... are... are you jealous?”
Miyavi hung his head a little bit, wishing he didn’t have to tell Bou about that part. The blond looked at him, “Are you?”
“Well... yeah but” Miyavi said looking up at the other, “You... I don’t know Bou, he’s... he’s just dangerous okay? I know I wasn’t hallucinating when he tried to threaten me”
“Again with that? Meevs...”
“I’m not lying Bou! He’s... he’s trying to mess with my head! I don’t know why he’s doing it but-”
“Meevers”
“I just want to protect you, make you mine. That’s all. Can’t you see that Bou?”
“Miyavi”
“Fuck that sounded so ridiculous maybe I should shut up but... God Bou, you just don’t know how much I lo-”
And before Miyavi could even finish, Bou raised from his kneeling position and reached out his hands over to Miyavi’s face. His fingers grabbing the other’s cheeks and made sure the man was looking at him, his eyes were trained only on Bou before he declared in a soft voice:
“Miyavi... He may be my hatsukoi” he said in a slow manner, “But you are my ichiban”
And at those words, Miyavi’s eyes widened anything he wanted to say was thrown back in his throat as he heard those words thrown at him. Bou smiled at him softly; of course he was angry at Miyavi for beating Teruki up but... Miku was right.
“Miyavi, I love you” he said, “I love you. Only you. No one else. Don’t ever think anything else” the blond said with such deep conviction. And the man could only hang his head in between those fingers; he was so ashamed of how he acted. He was stupid, so stupid for falling for that son of a bitch’s trick. He shouldn’t have though. He should known that Bou will always pick over anything. Why was he like this? The stupid ore-sama just bit his lip and sighed, wondering what was wrong with him.
But he didn’t have to wonder too long though, because Bou crossed over the small table and had one of his knees on the top so he could pull Miyavi’s face up to him and kiss him deeply. At first the ore-sama was rattled by this, but he didn’t really stop Bou from trying to get closer to him. And with that, he pulled his stupid hands and led them on the other’s hips, Bou started crawling over him. Within a few minutes, he was seated on Miyavi’s lap. His legs wrapping about the other’s waist while he wrapped his arms about the other’s neck, “Meevs” was all the other boy said as they broke apart.
He didn’t know what force on earth forced him to do what he did. The blond actually just wanted to steal a kiss from his idiot boyfriend, but before he knew it, Miyavi’s tongue poked him mouth open. And he... well, he didn’t stop himself from accepting. His fingers were running lines through Miyavi’s messy locks while he felt a soft grind from Miyavi’s hip, his own bucking down hard at the sudden friction.
What on earth are they doing? There was a voice in Bou’s head that asked, isn’t it obvious?
And before he knew it, he was on top of the table of the very small table. His body was sprawled a bit as his hair was ruffled around, Miyavi was kneeling over him. It wasn’t exactly romantic. No, it wasn’t. It was like a cut out from a porn movie, but did it really matter? Miyavi’s smell was intoxicating, his hands roaming under his shirt softly.
Thing was, he liked it.
Those slightly rough fingers tickling skin made him moan; his legs loosened away from Miyavi’s body and tried to close. But with the other between him, it proved a little impossible. It was strange to do it out here, and he pointed it out.
“Hey... Hey...” he couldn’t help but say out loud, one of his hands over Miyavi’s hair and gripping it away from his body. Miyavi has already pushed up his shirt and he couldn’t help but giggle breathlessly at the expression on the other’s face. If only. Oh if only.
“Do you... want to...” he said softly, his fingers looking for Miyavi’s hand, their hands intertwining to make a beautiful number ten, “My room?”
And it was pretty obvious what he meant and it was pretty obvious that there was nothing else he could want. The blond smiled at Miyavi’s soft twist of lips, for a moment, he just pressed his forehead onto Bou’s, his voice was husky and the blond could feel that fast beat of Miyavi’s heart drumming against his chest “I love you, Bomb shell”
“I love you, too, Idiot” he softly whispered.
A/N: 0________________0
Please don’t shoot me. I know it's a bit too fast and ugh... Are still any readers out there? XDD Yeah, I suck at these scenes!!! I’m sorry for the super late update! And I’m sorry for this. Hope you all like. ^^V And who is this new character?? Hahha! Find out! :D :D
Author: EarnestInBerlin or cock_a_hoop69
Theme: 30. Lust
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Zip. Zilch. Nada.
Comments: Am I still alive? Why yes. And if you’re still interested, there’s... a new character! :O
Summary: Arc Two. So Miyavi and Bou are over the whole yakuza affair. Time for the couple to happily move on with their lives and go shopping right? Wrong! Someone from the past comes and ruins the picture, well form where Miyavi stands and is trying to take away his pretty little bomb shell with his perfect model smile.
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
Chapitre Quinze
Chapitre Seize
Chapitre Dix-sept
Chapitre Dix-Huit
Chapitre Vingt
Chapitre Vingt-et-un
Chapitre Vingt-deux
Chapitre Vingt-Trois (Bonus Chapter Again!)
Chapitre Vingt-Quatre
Chapitre Vingt-Cinq
Chapitre Vingt-Six
Chapitre Vingt-Sept
Chapitre Vingt-Huit
Chapitre vingt-neuf
It was a wonderful plan really.
Not only was he ruined in front of everyone who knew him, of everyone who thought he was some sort of convert but he was now a full flat zero in Bou’s eyes. He always had that inkling that Miyavi was that kind of man, and true to what he thought him, he really was. Miyavi was not the type who could deal with social pressure, he can’t talk his way out of a problem or try reason.
No, he wasn’t that type of guy.
Because he was dumb ass, and for Teruki figuring something like that out was easy. And like a god damn picture book, he could totally read that son of a bitch’s profile without breaking into a sweat. And here he was worrying that Miyavi was going to be a challenge, after all... He managed to somehow capture Bou’s heart, and for Teruki there was something about that feat that he should give Miyavi some credit for. But that was another topic to discuss, another battle that he had won; that was then and well... this is now. And for this little battle, that if Teruki had to base on his memory’s day count- he, unlike Miyavi has terrific memory.
Teruki was lying on his back, in one of Japan’s most expensive hospitals- hey, he just can’t settle for something that was below a couple of million. He was after all one of the most sought after models in Japan, and if the media gets hold of his busted face that going to be one media circus he’ll be having a ball in.
Especially if it means making Miyavi come out as a bigger asshole.
How hard can it be? Especially when he’s got the wheels turning and the deck was in his hands. He wonders how he’s going to pull this one and tries his best not to laugh too hard at the thought. After all, how hard was this supposed to be? How mind boggling and nerve wracking?
Zero.
And he won’t even break a sweat, maybe the occasional tear or two, but it was going to be fun ripping Miyavi to pieces.
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Miyavi has been calling everyone and everyone was turning him down or just turning off their phones. Bou wasn’t even answering back his texts and god knows how much he’s been breaking his fingers just to talk to the bomb shell. He could call his mates later- both of which weren’t really in the mood to pick up their phones just for him.
“Come on, Bou... Come on, pick up” the ore-sama muttered under his breath, he’s been walking on eggshells really- that’s correct right? Because he’s heard people use that expression before and he was never one to do such weird thoughts. And why would anyone walk on eggshells anyway? So weird...
Okay there he goes again, getting off track when he was supposed to be thinking of how he was going to make it up to his boys and to his beau. It was a fucking disaster and Miyavi has no idea how is he going to even clean up the mess he has gotten himself into. It’s been three days since he’s last seen either of the crew or Bou, when he gets glimpses of them- at the mall, at school and or anywhere else- they just seem to vanish before he could even get a good hold of them. The man went back to sitting on his chair, frowning at himself as he tried to think of what to do, it was all that damned Teruki’s fault. What’s going to happen now?
He bit his lip.
Will he... try and go back to Bou? The thought actually scared Miyavi, what is he going to do? He can’t just go around barging into places and beat that man up, he knows what the other will do to him- and he’ll do it without lifting one finger and he’ll do it until Miyavi backs away into a corner and goes insane with need.
He has to do something or else he will die. Not literally though… he has to admit he was feeling pretty much close to it. The Ore-sama threw his phone away, angry that it couldn’t him the people he needed to talk to have disappeared all of a sudden. Miyavi bit his lower lip.
He leaves his phone behind, slamming the door behind him in frustration as he walked out.
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“You know, you should start talking to Miyavi now” Miku suggested as he and Bou sat by the front step of their apartment building. It was pretty hot that Saturday morning, Bou was wearing his white clean short shorts while his friend opted for some long and loose ones. They both were wearing flip flops, and matching t-shirts they got from attending that acting workshop in Freshmen year. They were both eating sundaes, Bou would feed Miku his strawberries from time to time and Miku would do the same with the chocolate in his ice cream. They looked cute really, almost like lovers if one wasn’t careful but even then, the shared soft kisses between them were purely childish and almost like the same kisses one would share with a close a sibling.
“I’ll talk to him when I remember” Bou said, pulling one more piece of goodness from his treat to Miku’s open mouth.
“Come on” Miku said with a small whine, pouting at Bou, “You have to give him a break, after all, he went through everything for you... I guess it’s not that bad-”
“He beat Teruki, doesn’t that mean anything to you?”
“Teruki was never my favourite member of the group anyway” Miku said before he had to duck as a strawberry found itself flying in the air, five seconds away from the brunette boy’s face. He lifted his head and stuck his tongue at Bou, “Nice try, but I think I’m old enough to memorize your-”
And of course, he had to move his head left, knowing that a fist coming his way.
“Moves, Bou-chan”
The blond frowned, though... he should’ve known Miku by now... He could be a pain in the ass, but he can read Bou like a book. The blond sighed and went back to just eating his ice cream.
“Since when did that happen?” Bou asked as he softly dug his sundae, “I mean, you’re just siding on Miyavi aren’t you?”
“No... I don’t know...” Miku shook his head, “It’s just... Teruki is... well, he’s different and I don’t know how to say this but... he sort of scares me Bou”
At the mention of this, Bou couldn’t help but lift his head in disbelief at what Miku was saying. He silently said, “What?”
Miku’s lips curled in an a somewhat ugly frown, and he looked at Bou with a sort of worried look. After a few moments, he turned away and said, “It’s... I don’t know, I just... I just get vibes around him, Bou, there’s just something about him that changed and I’m not sure... I really like this change”
Bou looked at Miku, truth be told he hasn’t noticed anything wrong with Teruki. His lips curled and he just sat there, “Maybe he’s been too long, Miku, I mean after all we haven’t been together for such a long time... It’s not surprising he has some changes to him”
“I know that Bou-chan” Miku bit his lower lip, but decided not to push on the topic further. Recently, Teruki has been making his hair stand on ends and he isn’t sure why. Just the mere thought of the other actually makes him shiver a bit, “Hey, maybe you should give Miyavi a call... your phone’s been awfully noisy”
“That bastard” Bou snorted, before shaking his head, “He beated Teruki up!”
“Bou” Miku looked at the blond with full disdain, “This is the same guy who took hits from an Oyabun just so he can be with you”
The blond was silenced for a minute, of course he didn’t forget that one bit. It’s been just a little less than month since their dreadful get together with the head of the Takarai clan. Maybe he shouldn’t have ignored Miyavi, but what he did to Teruki was terrible. But then again, Miyavi’s fifty or so missed calls were something he shouldn’t really ignore.
“Fine” Bou said, Miku perked up a bit, “I’ll go call him... see if he’s okay or what”
The blond pulled his phone and slipped out of the room and away from Miku. If he was going to talk to his boyfriend, he would rather without his high strung best friend. He wasn’t all too big on the other eavesdropping on his conversation.
He decided to do it outside, near the stairs, tapping his lips a bit while he thought of what he should tell Miyavi. After all, thinking about it, ignoring the man for so long is just mean on his half. The blond sighed and started dialling the ore-sama’s number.
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He was new and fresh from the unknown land of Korea, dressed in a nice blue sweater. He frowned at his surroundings, obviously clueless of the Japanese language. Making this little information obvious as he looked around in confusion, his eyes trying to make something out of the signs and things plastered all over the place- he was an intelligent boy, yes, but his current decision to go over to Japan was just born out of stupidity.
Back in Seoul, he seemed so sure and was pretty adamant about his need to get to the land of the rising sun. Of course, he came along with the scholarship to Holy Garden University, masking his real intentions with the whole foreign exchange student hoopla. It was easy getting an application; after all he was one of the brightest students the school had to offer, sending him to Japan or to anywhere actually was just too easy. But truth was, he wasn’t really interested in “immersing himself in the intricate, yet wonderful culture the Japanese has to offer”.
He didn’t exactly come here to learn about those god damn ikebanas or why Geishas were too white for comfort really.
His reasons will be stated later.
As for now, he is stuck in the airport, with absolutely no idea how to converse in Japanese. Fact was, he could care less about the nation’s need to be the weirdest bunch or their deep love for the language that it’s just ridiculous. He wasn’t really in the mood to meet up a funky Japanese man, and debate the debacle of why he should hate the Japanese and how World War two was like the worst ever!
He just wanted to get what he wanted- despite the fact that Japan like every other country is made up of millions of people. And looking for that one thing will prove to be... maybe futile and completely pointless.
For someone who had straight A’s ever since he stepped in kindergarten, he was starting to wonder if somewhere along the way he hit his head and become the world’s biggest retard.
What the hell was he doing here? He doesn’t need this- this hassle.
Because it’s been two years and even if seven hundred thirty days passed between them.
His heart was still latched to the other boy’s and unless the key was given back to him, he refuses to be nothing but a faded memory.
The man growled, chewing his lip as he stood outside of the huge airport. It was going to be another twenty minutes before the man coming to pick him up comes.
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Miyavi was driving, chewing his lower lip. He left his phone at home, and for some reason it didn’t bother him all too much. As he turned the steering wheel, not really sure where he was going just moving about in circles and all around town- he just needed to get the tension out of him before he goes insane from all the stress this shit was doing to him.
Fact was, he wasn’t exactly sure where he was going and he’s been out gone for ten minutes now. The city was wide, and the streets were long, but he found his arms steering the wheel of the car to a certain direction. It was odd how one’s body works sometimes, even without the instructions of the brain he found himself manoeuvring to a direction he should’ve caught up in the first place. And when his foot made him stop, pressed on that neutral and his hand stopped the car. He was right in front of a certain apartment building.
He looked at the two floored building, his usually small eyes widening in surprise as he saw it. He didn’t know what exactly scared him; he didn’t know how on earth his hands made him move this way. He sighed, and gently pressed his head against the steering wheel, should he? Must he? It wasn’t exactly his fault, that son of a bitch-
Oh fuck it. He was tired, and compromise. Compromise. Mother fucking compromise.
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The blond was looking out the window, he phoned the bastard twice and he still hasn’t answered. It always sends him through voicemail and got knows how he hates voicemail. Well, he never really care for its existence. But he was pretty sure that after being told that his damned call was going to be transferred once more, he was just on the verge of homicidal tendencies.
But there was a certain noise coming from the first floor, and Bou being just outside his apartment has full view to that nice black car. The one that just parked right in front of his building.
The one that Miyavi stepped out of.
Can we say, perfect timing?
The blond was so shocked at this impromptu visit. He looked at Miyavi as he locked his door and... take a couple of deep breathes. That or he was pushing down his many hyperventilation- something Bou would rather believe. As soon as he seemed to have calmed down, the ore-sama took one quick survey of his surroundings before his eyes went up to second floor of the building. His eyes mimicked Bou’s wide stare.
“Uuh...”
“You!” Bou started but suddenly realized there was nothing more to add. He had an arm stretched out and pointing at Miyavi accusingly, though he wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to do with that arm. And how he’s going to do it from this distance.
“Yeah” Miyavi should be trying to find ways to fight back, however he was just... well, he wasn’t really in the mood for death threats and throwing random inanimate objects at the blond. And he was hoping Bou wasn’t too because God only knows how long it took for his body to heal from Hyde’s beautiful attack.
For a moment, it seemed as if time just froze and rendered them immobile- though this theory was highly disapproved the moment Bou had to bite his lower lip. His arm was shaking a bit too.
“Fuck it” the blond swore under his breath, fact was even if he was angry at the other man, he can’t deny the fact that he missed him so much it hurts him in the guts. The blond gritted his teeth and put his arm down before calling out: “Come up here you son of a bitch”
Miyavi, a little bit surprised at this nodded and ran up the stairs quickly.
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Tension was high and of course Miku didn’t exactly know what to do. Here there were, Bou and Miyavi sitting on their all too tiny table. The ore-sama was trying his best not to look around, even though he’s been itching to comment on the primitive status of his little boyfriend’s house. But he decided to bite his tongue, that look on Bou’s face wasn’t exactly very promising.
“So... anyone want some juice?” Miku decided to interject, finding the silence just too overbearing really. But no one responded, and a part of him just wanted to go out and leave. He wasn’t exactly making this any better for them and he just... well he just can’t stay there. He huffed a bit, Bou with his arms still crossed over his chest and Miyavi looking at Bou with those apologetic eyes you never see the ore-sama wear before. The brunette realized he couldn’t just do this to them. He let out one big sigh, looked at Bou and looked at Miyavi.
“Uuh... you know what, I’ve... I’ve got a couple of errands to do, so...” he said standing up, Bou didn’t even look up at him. He was too busy glaring at Miyavi to care. Miyavi took one careful glance at the man and smiled- something that almost gave Miku a heart attack. Was that even possible? But he decided he didn’t really want to know and slowly slipped away, wearing a jacket over the stupid shirt and baggy pants. He traded his flip flops for some worn out yellow sneakers.
“Well, I’ll be back a little over in an hour” he called out, Bou moved his head to finally acknowledge his best friend’s decision and let out a small sigh as he continued to sit with Miyavi on their little apartment. The blond didn’t know how to start, but of course, he wasn’t going to go about tell the man how he misses him.
Even if his heart was telling him so.
“Hey... about...” Miyavi decided to break the ice, but Bou held up a hand.
“I really don’t know what you were thinking” Bou couldn’t help but cut the other man off, “Miyavi... are... are you jealous?”
Miyavi hung his head a little bit, wishing he didn’t have to tell Bou about that part. The blond looked at him, “Are you?”
“Well... yeah but” Miyavi said looking up at the other, “You... I don’t know Bou, he’s... he’s just dangerous okay? I know I wasn’t hallucinating when he tried to threaten me”
“Again with that? Meevs...”
“I’m not lying Bou! He’s... he’s trying to mess with my head! I don’t know why he’s doing it but-”
“Meevers”
“I just want to protect you, make you mine. That’s all. Can’t you see that Bou?”
“Miyavi”
“Fuck that sounded so ridiculous maybe I should shut up but... God Bou, you just don’t know how much I lo-”
And before Miyavi could even finish, Bou raised from his kneeling position and reached out his hands over to Miyavi’s face. His fingers grabbing the other’s cheeks and made sure the man was looking at him, his eyes were trained only on Bou before he declared in a soft voice:
“Miyavi... He may be my hatsukoi” he said in a slow manner, “But you are my ichiban”
And at those words, Miyavi’s eyes widened anything he wanted to say was thrown back in his throat as he heard those words thrown at him. Bou smiled at him softly; of course he was angry at Miyavi for beating Teruki up but... Miku was right.
“Miyavi, I love you” he said, “I love you. Only you. No one else. Don’t ever think anything else” the blond said with such deep conviction. And the man could only hang his head in between those fingers; he was so ashamed of how he acted. He was stupid, so stupid for falling for that son of a bitch’s trick. He shouldn’t have though. He should known that Bou will always pick over anything. Why was he like this? The stupid ore-sama just bit his lip and sighed, wondering what was wrong with him.
But he didn’t have to wonder too long though, because Bou crossed over the small table and had one of his knees on the top so he could pull Miyavi’s face up to him and kiss him deeply. At first the ore-sama was rattled by this, but he didn’t really stop Bou from trying to get closer to him. And with that, he pulled his stupid hands and led them on the other’s hips, Bou started crawling over him. Within a few minutes, he was seated on Miyavi’s lap. His legs wrapping about the other’s waist while he wrapped his arms about the other’s neck, “Meevs” was all the other boy said as they broke apart.
He didn’t know what force on earth forced him to do what he did. The blond actually just wanted to steal a kiss from his idiot boyfriend, but before he knew it, Miyavi’s tongue poked him mouth open. And he... well, he didn’t stop himself from accepting. His fingers were running lines through Miyavi’s messy locks while he felt a soft grind from Miyavi’s hip, his own bucking down hard at the sudden friction.
What on earth are they doing? There was a voice in Bou’s head that asked, isn’t it obvious?
And before he knew it, he was on top of the table of the very small table. His body was sprawled a bit as his hair was ruffled around, Miyavi was kneeling over him. It wasn’t exactly romantic. No, it wasn’t. It was like a cut out from a porn movie, but did it really matter? Miyavi’s smell was intoxicating, his hands roaming under his shirt softly.
Thing was, he liked it.
Those slightly rough fingers tickling skin made him moan; his legs loosened away from Miyavi’s body and tried to close. But with the other between him, it proved a little impossible. It was strange to do it out here, and he pointed it out.
“Hey... Hey...” he couldn’t help but say out loud, one of his hands over Miyavi’s hair and gripping it away from his body. Miyavi has already pushed up his shirt and he couldn’t help but giggle breathlessly at the expression on the other’s face. If only. Oh if only.
“Do you... want to...” he said softly, his fingers looking for Miyavi’s hand, their hands intertwining to make a beautiful number ten, “My room?”
And it was pretty obvious what he meant and it was pretty obvious that there was nothing else he could want. The blond smiled at Miyavi’s soft twist of lips, for a moment, he just pressed his forehead onto Bou’s, his voice was husky and the blond could feel that fast beat of Miyavi’s heart drumming against his chest “I love you, Bomb shell”
“I love you, too, Idiot” he softly whispered.
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Please don’t shoot me. I know it's a bit too fast and ugh... Are still any readers out there? XDD Yeah, I suck at these scenes!!! I’m sorry for the super late update! And I’m sorry for this. Hope you all like. ^^V And who is this new character?? Hahha! Find out! :D :D