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Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
Author: EarnestInBerlin
Theme: 019. Family
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: As much as this pains me... I would like to announce that I own not a single Jrocker ever. Liek. It’s a sad story.
Comments: Aaah... sorry... I’m trying to get this done as possible. It’s quite tedious. Hahaha.
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
Chapitre Quinze
Chapitre Seize
Chapitre Dix-sept
Chapitre Dix-Huit
It was a Friday morning when Doiha dropped by. When Miku opened the door shouting out loud that he has to leave and he left some money on the counter, there was the raven haired boy. He looked a bit surprise at the sight of the brunette standing in front of him, his hand was raised and was about to knock on their door. Miku didn’t say another word, just looked as shocked as the other boy, for a moment they stood like that. No words exchanged between while they tried to take in each other.
Doiha smiled nervously, as he put his hand down, and Miku could see in his other hand there was a cute little box, pink and black with little dots and a ribbon. It looked like one of those candy boxes from the expensive store Bou would salivate to.
“Uh... Hi, I’m Doiha... Doi Hachirou, a class mate of Bou-chan from school, Holy Garden” he introduced awkwardly to the blonde’s best friend, “And I was... I was wondering if... Bou-chan was around, I wanted to... Update her on assignments and stuff... because she’s been missing out on a lot...”
But before he could continue, he lifted his head and looked over Miku’s shoulder. There just a few feet away was the blond standing still, wearing nothing but an adorable little shirt and pyjamas that were covered in little childish designs. Bou was also holding on to what seemed to be like a bunny doll, and they stood there. About a few seconds, trying to establish the fact that the other was there even a part of their system would like to believe otherwise.
“Bou-chan?” Doiha couldn’t but utter and his surprised face curved into a happy expression, “Is that really you?”
“Doiha, you’re here!” Bou couldn’t help but exclaim he went briskly forward and pushed his best friend aside so he can give his only buddy at school a big hug. “I can’t believe it! You’re here!” he cheered as he wrapped his arms around the other boy.
Miku couldn’t help but smile at the two; the cross dresser smiling for the first time in the last few days. He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, watching the two bonding while this Doiha person bombards the blond with lots of questions.
“You’ve been here the whole time? What’s wrong with you?!” Doiha messed Bou’s hair while they continued to laugh, “School has been a freaking nightmare without you!”
“Doiha! Hey! Stop that...!” the blond chuckled while trying to get his friend to stop messing up his already messy hair, “Don’t do that! You’re making me look ugly!”
“What? Bou-chan ugly? No way! You’re too cute to be that!” Doiha smiled and stopped what he was doing, “You’re been here all along? What have you been doing? You know that you missed two quizzes already? I even bought some of your homework... in case you still want to catch up on things... You sill girl” He said while pulling out a couple of papers from his back pack.
“Sorry to break the reunion but... I’m feeling a little left out over here” Miku pouted at his friend, Doiha and Bou looked at the brunette who had his arms crossed over his chest still decked in his uniform and still not moving from his place.
The two burst into another fit of laughter to which the best friend stood there and pouted a bit more at them, “What? What?”
“Oh yeah... how stupid of me, forgetting my manners” Doiha said as he let go of Bou and fixed himself a bit, he raised his hand for Miku to shake and looked at the other with a genuine smile on his face, “Hi, as I said before, My name is Doi Hachirou... but most people call me Doiha, I’m one of Bou’s friends at school... actually the only friend of Bou at school” he added jokingly.
“He’s the guy I’ve been telling you about” Bou pointed at his school mate, “So far the only human being at school who hasn’t been fucked up by the crazy system that surrounds the academy”
“One and only” Doiha said bowing a bit for the brunette before he looked over at the other’s uniform, “Um... I don’t exactly want you to leave but... shouldn’t you be in school right now?”
“Huh? What? Oh shit! I am so late! Thank you for the reminder, I’ll see you later okay, Bou-chan? Bye guys!” the brunette exclaimed when the other pointed it out. He bid the two farewells all the while cursing himself for not checking the time.
They both shook their heads at the brunette as he left them to their own devices. Bou looked at the cute box that Doiha was holding and took it off his hands; the other surprised and didn’t have time to react as the blond giggled madly at the sight of it.
“Oh it’s from my favourite candy store!” Bou squealed, he looked up at Doiha who just shrugged his shoulders and smiled at him, “Is this for me, Doiha? That’s so nice of you to get me this!”
“Oh well, I just want to make my friend happy... You’ve been there for me at school, I’m just returning the favour...” the raven haired student said shrugging his shoulders while he continued to smile at Bou.
The blond hooked an arm over the other’s shoulders and hugged him a bit, “This is really thoughtful, but you didn’t have to... you know that”
“I told you... I just want to make you happy; you’re my friend after all”
“Thanks a lot... I appreciate this Doiha” Bou said as he opened the gift and picked up one of the treats inside. He dunked a piece inside his mouth and smiled after chewing letting the flavour roll inside, “Mm... strawberry... it tastes so good...”
“Yeah... I don’t know what flavour you’re into so I just picked the assorted ones” The student nodded his head while Bou led him to the table so they can sit down. The blond thanked his friend one more time as he invited him; he got back to the door and closed before entertaining Doiha.
“Sorry... Orange juice is the only thing we have so...” Bou said coming back with two packs in his hands and straws. He noticed the other looking around the small apartment and couldn’t help but blurt out, “Oh... Well, this is my home. It’s small and not exactly a mansion... but you know, I like it here and besides, I don’t think I can afford anything anyway...” he said feeling more embarrassed at the clutter and mess that was everywhere. “I mean... since I’m not exactly rich and all...”
“Oh that’s okay...” Doiha turned his attention back to Bou, graciously thanking him for the orange juice. He continued to scan around the vicinity and then said, “I wasn’t exactly born in a palace either, anyway”
“Huh?” Bou cocked his head to the side while he poked his straw on to his drink, “What does that mean?”
“Remember? I told you before, I was adopted” the raven haired boy took a small sip from the orange juice he was drinking and couldn’t help but pull a friendly grin at his friend, “This place... makes me think a lot about home”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really”
Bou just smiled in return, feeling a little bit better now that his friend was here, “That’s nice to know”
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Miyavi by all means, was never really a smart boy. Maybe if he did give a little more attention and stayed put in the classroom, hit the books at least once in his entire life as the ore-sama, he could’ve learned something. He could’ve achieved something on his own without the aid of his money, but from the start, it was much of a given.
If Miyavi was a light bulb, he wouldn’t have been the brightest.
And so it took an amount of three days- of going in and out of classrooms, of harassing a number of the student body and at screaming at people to make him realize that Bou hasn’t been exactly attending school. Now if he had realized a bit earlier, he should’ve been heading to the blonde’s home, to his apartment to where he is still recuperating from broken bones and a broken heart. But because as the sentence above this paragraph implies, he wasn’t really smart.
But because he stayed put in Holy Garden, he found out that recently Bou’s been beaten up. Again. To which he raised his eyebrow and made him beat up the students who were all smiles and giddy when they told him they did their jobs.
“What do you mean you did your jobs?” Miyavi pulled one of them by the collar, glaring angrily at the piece of trash as he interrogated him in the only way he knows how, “Who told you about this? I never... said anything about having Bomb shell beaten up!”
“But... they were your orders! We all received the messages!” the boy said hastily scared to death as Miyavi pushed him against the wall roughly. His other friends all nodded and agreed with him, trying to appease the man from hurting their comrade.
“ Yeah, Ore-sama!” a girl piped in as one of her friends pushed her forward, “I... I even have the message here on my phone right now! See!” she said while she raised her phone to show Miyavi the said message.
The tall boy let go of the other, who fell to the ground clutching his neck and exasperation trying to take in as much air as he can. A few of his friends went over to his aid and asked him if he was all right.
The ore-sama grabbed the phone from the girl’s hand and continued to stare at it angrily. He read the message thoroughly before he looked at them, “I did. Not. Order. This”
“But... but the message-”
“I said I didn’t make any commands to have bomb shell beaten up... what the fuck is this? So now you’re just going around following orders from... from a source you don’t even know?! Who is the ore-sama here? Huh?”
“You sir...”
“What did you say?!” Miyavi looked at the girl furiously, “Have you forgotten the proper way of addressing me? Or is it now that you all have a new head now, is that it? You all are replacing me?”
“No! No, it’s nothing like that ore-sama!” another student jumped in, he was trying to save his shivering friend who somehow lost the ability to talk, “We... she just made a mistake! We always call you properly by your true title...”
“Pft. As if, now... care to explain... this to me” He said lifting the screen and showing to whoever was there the accursed text message, “I want answers and I want them now!”
“We don’t know where it came from, Ore-sama! It just... it just circulated around the weekend... since we heard about the thing... that happened at the Sand Castle bar...”
“Oh yeah? What happened there?” Miyavi went over to the student muttered that, “What do you think happened huh?”
“It’s that... ah... you two broke... broke up...” she looked at her classmates for support, who all nodded horribly “And then this started going around... we thought it was orders from you”
Miyavi gritted his teeth and stared at them, angry at how they basically disobeyed him. He cursed out loud, not sure what to do as he turned away from them and threw the cell phone in his hand away, making the owner scream in shock as it hit the wall and broke into pieces.
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“You know... you have some explaining to do Bou-chan... and when I say don’t skip detail, I mean it”
Bou looked at the boy in front of him and shook his head, he put the little box away and shrugged his shoulders a bit not exactly sure how to tell his friend the truth. Doiha continued to look at him expectantly, not letting the blond go that easily. For five minutes, Bou tried to make conversation, tried to shift their attention to other things but the raven haired boy was rather firm on this one and wouldn’t let the blond change the direction of his
He continued to grin at the blond, and giving him that little snotty look that told the femme that he wasn’t going to move himself until the other starts confessing and tells him what was going about.
“Oh don’t try to ignore me Bou-chan” Doiha looked around himself before he let his gaze fall on his Omega watch, “I... have... all the time in the world. So don’t worry about time... I mean, I skipped class just to see how you’re doing didn’t I? That should mean something, hm?”
Bou shook his head and rolled his eyes, “I don’t think you can chop me that easily Doiha”
“Who says anything about chopping?” the other said, while taking another sip from his offered drink. He continued to stare at Bou who went and looked at him back, “I’m just worried that’s all... I mean, is it Miyavi again?”
At this Bou had to shift his eyes away, he couldn’t help it. He stared at Doiha in shock for about a second before he decided to look away, not saying anything to contradict the statement or even say yes to it. But then again, even without saying it, Doiha already knew that. What he was doing right now was just trying to pull his friend out of the gutter.
“Look, Bou-chan... I mean, what happened exactly?” the raven haired boy said, “I know you don’t want to talk about it... But you have to let it out sometime, and right now would be a good time. What happened exactly? Don’t you know that everyone at school is talking about it?”
“They are? I wouldn’t be surprised... what with everything going around...” Bou frowned and just held his doll closer to his chest, “I mean... everyone’s in the know”
“Bou, come on... tell me... what happened... I’m your friend Bou-chan, you didn’t show up to class for days” the student shook his head before he continued, “You’re not the type of person who does hooky, I know that... so it has to be Miyavi. What happened exactly Bou-chan? Please tell me, I’m your friend right? I’m just looking out for you and I’m concerned for your well being”
“It’s... its stupid really” Bou said looking down on the floor, “It’s nothing... I mean, It doesn’t really matter anymore anyway... I wish I could turn back time and stuff but I don’t think I could do anything to fix the situation between me and him”
“Bou, what are you saying?” the raven haired boy looked at him, “Look, it can’t be that bad, I mean... He was confused, you got lost. He just blew a fuse...”
“Doiha, me and Miku already had this conversation and I’m just going to tell you the same thing I told him”
“And what’s that, Bou-chan?”
“These past few days, I’ve been thinking and I... I realized I’m not exactly as tough as you would like to believe” he sighed and looked at his school mate with a soft sad smile, “Doiha... I’m sorry, I know you see me as a strong person but I’m not. Doiha... I’m considering transferring schools”
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“I am going to kill someone after this whole shitty affair is over and Miyavi’s name is written all over my list in bright shiny capital letters. Right at the top of my list” the redhead commented out loud as he and Yoshiki walked briskly, trying to go around and look for Miyavi.
Apparently the tall boy has been going around the school in some sad attempt to find the blond bomb shell. And when they thought they found him, a couple of students told him he already left to where, they weren’t exactly sure. But from how they see it, the ore-sama looked really pissed and in a hurry.
They had to drive around the city just to look for the boy one more time. And when they finally saw his car, he was just at the mall, that wasn’t that far away from the school. Sugizo was near to screaming when he realized they scouted the whole city only to see that their so called leader was just in the mall.
“Anyway... what happened to Bou and Miyavi?” Sugizo asked while he tried to pretend he wasn’t peeved at what their leader was doing to him, “They were so fine when they got together what got the idiot twisted in a bunch? And by idiot, I refer to Miyavi”
“I don’t know... Miyavi won’t say anything, he’s just keeping it all to himself” Yoshiki shook his head, “I wish Gackt was here... at least he could extract stuff from Miyavi without having to lift a finger and stuff. I don’t know how he does it, but every time their together he always makes Miyavi talk”
“Well, you know Gackt, he’s as weird as that little prat... Except he has more self control with what he’s doing and besides he has a person he cares about already-”
“Yeah” Yoshiki couldn’t help but smirk, “That would be Mana”
“All this worrying bull shit is taking its toll on my social life” the redhead shook his head and sighed as they walked around the huge mall. They stopped by shop after shop, browsing through the glass if Miyavi was in any one of them. “I mean I can’t even get on a straight date these days because Miyavi is picking the wrong time to phone. And it’s turning the ladies off”
“I know what you mean, Sugizo... Hey, I went and looked around... about that Doi Hachirou boy”
“You did?” Sugizo looked at his friend, “Well? Is he the real deal? Or are we staring at something more than what we’re seeing?”
“You know what?” Yoshiki couldn’t help but say out loud, “I don’t know really... We basically have like this big blank canvass of him. I mean... I did try to look around for him and the last I check, not a lot of people know about him. Actually he’s just a zip and zilch situation, it’s like he doesn’t even exist”
“I know... I smell a rat” Sugizo stopped and looked around, “Where is that idiot, Miyavi anyway? He’s the one who told us to come here and he’s just fucking with us as usual!”
“Look, Sugizo... You go back, okay? I’m going to check up on him...” he put a hand over his friend shoulder, knowing full well the other was stressed and partially annoyed by the ore-sama’s behaviour, “I’ll take care from here, okay?”
“Yeah... that Doi Hachirou boy has been really making my head spin” Sugizo shook his head, “I mean, I know we can’t just pin point him or something.... after all, he might be one of those rags to riches types”
“Don’t worry about it, I’m having my doubts about him too” the blond added, “Go on... I’ll go look for Miyavi, just go home or whatever. I promise I’ll take it from here”
“Thanks, Yoshiki” the redhead smiled at his friend, “I owe you one...”
“No, you owe me a million” the blond shook his head and shoved the other, “Now go already; I’ll take care of Miyavi”
Sugizo nodded his head and walked away happy that he didn’t have to take care of the bratty ore-sama anymore. He did feel a bit sorry for him but he couldn’t help but feel there was something wrong with that Doiha person, and he was in the need to find out more about him.
Yoshiki sighed as he saw his friend already catching a few females in his net while he watched the other walk away waving at a woman and charming his way to her. He shook his head, and went back to looking around for the ore-sama that supposed to be around.
“He can’t be that far...” he muttered under his breath while he walked forward and scratched his hair a bit.
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“Miyavi! There you are!” Yoshiki exclaimed rather exasperatedly as soon as he found the ore-sama. The boy has been moving around the whole place, making it hard for the blond to find him. Thankfully, the other decided to stop on one store and stick to that store. Yoshiki had to go through a lot just to get to him and one of them happened to be in the form of a big fat lady. However, due to his charming ways, he managed to get away from her without the woman going ballistic.
Though it made him lose sight of the ore-sama for a while but that didn’t matter. But now that he finally has his leader where he wanted him, he pushed the glass door and entered the shop. He stopped a bit when he realized where he was, he looked around for a few moments and couldn’t help but is surprised at the fact that Miyavi was inside a store that sells expensive dresses. It was one of those rather chic kinds of stores; he stopped and stood on his spot for a few moments.
Not exactly sure how to react, “... Miyavi? What... what are you doing here?”
Miyavi looked at his friend and frowned a bit, he wasn’t exactly keen on letting anyone know where he was. He pretended not to really notice his friend as he continued to look down and sift through the women’s garments, trying his best to look busy even though all his attention has finally disappeared now that his friend found out where he was.
“Miyavi!” Yoshiki called out again at his leader, he sighed and went over to his friend and grabbed his shoulder, “Look I’m not the one who usually does this but it’s that friend of your girlfriend... or... boyfriend... whatever”
“So what? I mean... he has a choice who he wants to be with and it’s not like they’re friends or anything” Miyavi said, while he sighed and decided to let it go. At least he wasn’t Sugizo; Yoshiki knows how to keep his mouth shut. “I mean... I don’t want to... try and control him or anything...”
“It’s important! It’s... It’s...” the blond said wanting to get the other’s attention and then he looked at Miyavi with a questioning gaze, “Uh... what exactly are you doing anyway?”
“It’s nothing! I’m... just checking out these clothes... that’s all...” the ore-sama replied grumpily while he continued looking around before he stopped and pulled out a party dress, “This... uh, looks cute right? I mean... You know, on Bomb shell, since I mean... I’m not that gay even though I am well I’m not exactly sure but...”
“Did you just use the word... cute?” Yoshiki asked with a look of pure disbelief on his face while he stared at his friend, completely ignoring the real question.
“I mean you know... bomb shell is cute...” Miyavi said in a very small voice, trying to hide the fact that he was a bit embarrassed at the fact himself. He returned the dress back along with the other dresses and pulled another one out, inspected it a bit and showed it to Yoshiki, “I mean, speaking from experience... he’s not exactly a party person and... I think he would like something like this, right?”
“Why? Not that I’m questioning your motives or anything-“
“Well, I mean I have to get the bomb shell something, it’s my fault after all. I want to get the bomb shell something for not being so nice... I just want Bou to know I still care and stuff” the ore-sama said, still not sure how to convey his feelings well even though... “I just... feel bad”
Yoshiki listened attentively and couldn’t help but be near stunned at what Miyavi was saying. First and foremost, the fact that he used the word cute, something that was quite fascinating and horrifying to some levels of humanity. Cute wasn’t exactly a term the ore-sama used, and was never part of his vocabulary. And he couldn’t help but even be more shocked at the words that were coming out of the other’s mouth.
He knows he wasn’t supposed to be surprised at the fact that Miyavi was changing. But it was still hard to believe, even though it was a rather slow change and you can only see it when you’re always with the boy. To others, it was just minor, almost like a ripple of water when one throws a pebble, but to his friends and to whoever was close to Miyavi this was almost near revolutionary. And he couldn’t help but feel a small yet strange warmth creeping inside his chest making way to his face, as it made the side of his lips rise a little. Just a little.
“You’re getting your little play thing a dress?”
“He’s not a plaything!” Miyavi said crossly, glaring at the other a bit before mellowing knowing he shouldn’t get too mad at him, this is what gets Bou angry. His short temper, he should try to control that part of him a bit, “He’s... It’s just don’t call Bomb shell that, okay? He’s more than that”
“Oh... okay” Yoshiki couldn’t help but test Miyavi a little bit more, he went close to the rack of clothes and took out another dress, “Well... Hey, I mean... you know, you don’t exactly have to be tedious, it’s just a dress right? I mean, pick anything and I bet he’ll like it. You know how people like Bou works”
“No... Bomb shell isn’t... He’s not like everyone else, he’s different” Miyavi sighed and pulled out another dress and cringed. He wasn’t exactly the one picking out the clothes for himself and he certainly wasn’t the one who picked the one he was wearing when he first brought him to his house. That’s what a personal stylist is for, right?
“Why? Don’t trouble yourself” Yoshiki tried to sound as disinterested as he can, wanting to know how deep the change is, “Just randomly pick one”
“Because” Miyavi stopped what he was doing and thought of what he was going to say. For a moment, he paused and thought of what he was going to say, he paused silently before he opened his mouth, “Bomb shell is special to me”
The blond playboy waited, he knows Miyavi wasn’t exactly the most eloquent person in their group. He waited patiently for the other to continue, listening and lending his full attention, wanting to know how he will talk back to him.
He sighed and went back to shuffling against the clothes and looked at the designs, going over them again, making sure he picks the one that best suits his bomb shell, “I am a very stupid boy, you know that very well. Hell, everyone knows that very well, and... Well, the only thing I’m capable of is fighting and hurting people with my fist and mouth. Sometimes, I don’t mean what I say and I shouldn’t have said most of the things that comes out of my mouth...” he looked at the dress that was in his hands and closed his eyes, as the words just went out of his mouth flowing easily as if they’ve always been there all along.
“I want to be... different I guess. And I know one of them would mean knowing how to actually talk and to be honest with how I feel sometimes” the ore-sama shrugged his shoulders, “I just want Bou to be happy and think of me as something more than just that stupid dumb ass... I mean, I really like him. As fucking cliché as it sounds. And I want to make him happy, right now I can’t control the way I act, so I first make him happy by the only way I know how and its buying him all of this. Even though it’s too materialistic and it’s just over the surface, I’ll... I’ll be patient enough for Bou...”
He put the other dress back in the rack and went to another rack, to which Yoshiki followed him willingly.
“Yeah I can go pick something out and lie to him. Tell him, I spent hour after hour looking for the dress that would look... cute on Bomb shell” he cringed at his usage of the word before he continued, “But I don’t want to do that, it would mean lying to him. I don’t want to lie to Bomb shell, and I don’t want that. I want him to feel special, that when I give this to him... He’ll feel that he’s the only one and that I... I love him”
Yoshiki was trying to digest the words that went out of his friend’s mouth, half of which he couldn’t believe were from the ore-sama. This was a different ore-sama, a Miyavi no one has ever perceived before. No one has ever gotten this far with Miyavi, to make him actually care for another being. To make him think of another person, even Gackt couldn’t push Miyavi to do such a thing.
But Bou, just by existing, has somehow managed to cut layers of this person.
“Hey”
“What?” Miyavi said another garment in hand while he turned to face his friend.
“You can’t buy that” Yoshiki said going over to the other while he picked the dress up from his friend’s hand and placed it back on the rack.
“Why not?”
“Because... pink would look nicer on Bou-chan, don’t you think?” Yoshiki smiled while he pulled a dress with the said colour, “I think something less revealing too?” he said while helping his friend look for that perfect gift for his boy... girl... whatever friend of his.
Miyavi stared at his friend strangely but he couldn’t help but laugh as soon as he heard that.
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“Bou, don’t say that!” Doiha said stunned, angry not exactly sure how to feel as he heard those words escape the blonde’s mouth, he slammed his fists against the table top and stared the other furiously, “What are you saying? What happened, Bou! Tell me, did he hurt you?!”
“Look... I’ve been thinking a lot and I realized that it’s not really going to work out” the femme shook his head and looked away while he tried his best not to sound that mournful. That was what the last few days were for, he should be happy right now or at least near it, “I mean, I haven’t been the best person to Miyavi and I should... I shouldn’t just trouble everyone now. All I’m doing is complicating things, I mean, I don’t have to stay there, it’s hard anyway... Having to keep grades just to stay in school”
“Yeah, right!” Doiha laughed ironically before rolled his eyes and looked at the other again, “How can you say that? I know you’re feeling bad, actually what I’m saying is an understatement, but listen to me. Bou, you are stronger than this and I know that, why? Because you’re a good person and because I know that deep inside... you do love Miyavi and if given a chance you would rather be by his side, right?”
Bou shook his head again, and tried to look at Doiha as disbelieving as he can even though he was failing at it. “I told you I’m not, I’m not as strong or as tough as everyone thought I was... I’m... I guess I’m just a stupid person who only knows how to do stupid things”
“You’re not stupid! Far from it and you know that!” Doiha cried out, wanting to think his friend to think otherwise. He stood up and grabbed his friend’s shoulders, “Look at me! Bou-chan, don’t do this! You’re... You’re the one thing at school that makes all the bull shit... just worth it... Please, come on ”
Bou didn’t seem to budge; all he did was let out a small sigh and looked to another side, “Why?”
“Bou-chan, if you leave... then...”
“Then what? A revolution? That if I stay a little bit longer everything will change? That somehow the system is all going to disappear because I am there?” the blonde smirked, “Look, I’ve been going there for three years now, don’t give me that... I can’t change anything and I don’t think I will. I’m going back on Monday to get my credentials and I’m going to go to another school where I don’t have to-”
“All because of Miyavi, huh?” Doiha looked down at his friend.
Bou didn’t make a sound, just continued to avoid his friend’s eyes while he tried to sound like he doesn’t really care. That what he was hearing wasn’t his friend’s disapproval, “Please understand”
“Bou-chan, just don’t do this” Doiha said, attempting one more time to get through the blond, “Please... I know to you, I don’t understand... to you, I know nothing about what you’re going through but you don’t know Bou-chan... He... He said the same thing to me before he left me”
“What?” Bou looked up, a bit confused when he heard what the other said. Doiha went back to sitting on the chair and staring at the floor.
“When... he left... he... realized... something about my family...” he shook his head softly side to side, the memories were coming back to him, “Look... I’m... I know it was my fault, and I know I should’ve have said something but I... know he still loves me” Doiha said looking up at the blond, smiling at Bou in the saddest manner, “Bou... that’s why I’m still chasing after him... even when he says he doesn’t want me back because I know he loves me, Bou-chan”
Bou continued to stare at Doiha, not saying a word while he listened to the other.
“Every day, his words are always ringing in my head... He’s not strong enough... He can’t do it” Doiha sighed and looked at Bou, “That he was scared of me”
“Scared of you?”
“That’s not important... what’s important... is Bou-chan, you must never give up” the raven haired stared at his friend and clutched at his hand, “Bou-chan... Miyavi... might just not be used to this, but that doesn’t he doesn’t like you or love you at all. I know I’m making myself look stupid... but honestly, you don’t know how it hurts to be on the other side”
The blonde didn’t know what to say, he sat there listening and just empty of words. He sat there confused and sad for Doiha mostly as he told him this one piece of his life. He sat there and couldn’t help but say:
“Doiha, I think it’s time for you to leave”
The raven haired boy sighed and stared at the other in disbelief, but he sighed and looked away. “I’m just telling you, Bou... you giving up now? You’ll regret it for the rest of your life”
Bou just didn’t reply and continued to stare away from his friend until he heard the door open a bit.
“I’m sorry Doiha”
“Bou-chan” Doiha let out a small frustrated sound before he closed the door behind him.
A/N: Hm. Hm... Personal thoughts, personal thoughts. To be honest, what kicked me into a super duper gear was when I saw 8cake’s comment and it kind of turned on the ULTRAMAGENTICPOPJAM that exists solely in my head. We sort of “met” through FF.net when I was still writing Gravitation and Legal Drug stories. ^^ And then all of a sudden seeing her comment on this fanfic I was like, “Super Boink!” XD <-- I recommend this anime to anyone who is reading this. Believe it or not, she’s sort of one of the reasons I write because I guess, ever since I left a comment on one of her fanfics and then she replied and said I was one of her favourite authors I just couldn’t help but... You know, try to be better.
^^
And crap. I pushed away a scene that was supposed to be here. Oh well. XD Next chapter for that neh?
: D OKAY I KNOW THIS IS PRETTY LAME! SHUSH : D I’M JUST SMILING AND PRETENDING THIS IS COOL BUT I AM IN A STATE OF HORROR AT HOW MY FIC IS PROGRESSING : DD: Nyahaha.
Srsly. I am not joking when I say this thing has a mind of its own.
Author: EarnestInBerlin
Theme: 019. Family
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: As much as this pains me... I would like to announce that I own not a single Jrocker ever. Liek. It’s a sad story.
Comments: Aaah... sorry... I’m trying to get this done as possible. It’s quite tedious. Hahaha.
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
Chapitre Quinze
Chapitre Seize
Chapitre Dix-sept
Chapitre Dix-Huit
It was a Friday morning when Doiha dropped by. When Miku opened the door shouting out loud that he has to leave and he left some money on the counter, there was the raven haired boy. He looked a bit surprise at the sight of the brunette standing in front of him, his hand was raised and was about to knock on their door. Miku didn’t say another word, just looked as shocked as the other boy, for a moment they stood like that. No words exchanged between while they tried to take in each other.
Doiha smiled nervously, as he put his hand down, and Miku could see in his other hand there was a cute little box, pink and black with little dots and a ribbon. It looked like one of those candy boxes from the expensive store Bou would salivate to.
“Uh... Hi, I’m Doiha... Doi Hachirou, a class mate of Bou-chan from school, Holy Garden” he introduced awkwardly to the blonde’s best friend, “And I was... I was wondering if... Bou-chan was around, I wanted to... Update her on assignments and stuff... because she’s been missing out on a lot...”
But before he could continue, he lifted his head and looked over Miku’s shoulder. There just a few feet away was the blond standing still, wearing nothing but an adorable little shirt and pyjamas that were covered in little childish designs. Bou was also holding on to what seemed to be like a bunny doll, and they stood there. About a few seconds, trying to establish the fact that the other was there even a part of their system would like to believe otherwise.
“Bou-chan?” Doiha couldn’t but utter and his surprised face curved into a happy expression, “Is that really you?”
“Doiha, you’re here!” Bou couldn’t help but exclaim he went briskly forward and pushed his best friend aside so he can give his only buddy at school a big hug. “I can’t believe it! You’re here!” he cheered as he wrapped his arms around the other boy.
Miku couldn’t help but smile at the two; the cross dresser smiling for the first time in the last few days. He sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, watching the two bonding while this Doiha person bombards the blond with lots of questions.
“You’ve been here the whole time? What’s wrong with you?!” Doiha messed Bou’s hair while they continued to laugh, “School has been a freaking nightmare without you!”
“Doiha! Hey! Stop that...!” the blond chuckled while trying to get his friend to stop messing up his already messy hair, “Don’t do that! You’re making me look ugly!”
“What? Bou-chan ugly? No way! You’re too cute to be that!” Doiha smiled and stopped what he was doing, “You’re been here all along? What have you been doing? You know that you missed two quizzes already? I even bought some of your homework... in case you still want to catch up on things... You sill girl” He said while pulling out a couple of papers from his back pack.
“Sorry to break the reunion but... I’m feeling a little left out over here” Miku pouted at his friend, Doiha and Bou looked at the brunette who had his arms crossed over his chest still decked in his uniform and still not moving from his place.
The two burst into another fit of laughter to which the best friend stood there and pouted a bit more at them, “What? What?”
“Oh yeah... how stupid of me, forgetting my manners” Doiha said as he let go of Bou and fixed himself a bit, he raised his hand for Miku to shake and looked at the other with a genuine smile on his face, “Hi, as I said before, My name is Doi Hachirou... but most people call me Doiha, I’m one of Bou’s friends at school... actually the only friend of Bou at school” he added jokingly.
“He’s the guy I’ve been telling you about” Bou pointed at his school mate, “So far the only human being at school who hasn’t been fucked up by the crazy system that surrounds the academy”
“One and only” Doiha said bowing a bit for the brunette before he looked over at the other’s uniform, “Um... I don’t exactly want you to leave but... shouldn’t you be in school right now?”
“Huh? What? Oh shit! I am so late! Thank you for the reminder, I’ll see you later okay, Bou-chan? Bye guys!” the brunette exclaimed when the other pointed it out. He bid the two farewells all the while cursing himself for not checking the time.
They both shook their heads at the brunette as he left them to their own devices. Bou looked at the cute box that Doiha was holding and took it off his hands; the other surprised and didn’t have time to react as the blond giggled madly at the sight of it.
“Oh it’s from my favourite candy store!” Bou squealed, he looked up at Doiha who just shrugged his shoulders and smiled at him, “Is this for me, Doiha? That’s so nice of you to get me this!”
“Oh well, I just want to make my friend happy... You’ve been there for me at school, I’m just returning the favour...” the raven haired student said shrugging his shoulders while he continued to smile at Bou.
The blond hooked an arm over the other’s shoulders and hugged him a bit, “This is really thoughtful, but you didn’t have to... you know that”
“I told you... I just want to make you happy; you’re my friend after all”
“Thanks a lot... I appreciate this Doiha” Bou said as he opened the gift and picked up one of the treats inside. He dunked a piece inside his mouth and smiled after chewing letting the flavour roll inside, “Mm... strawberry... it tastes so good...”
“Yeah... I don’t know what flavour you’re into so I just picked the assorted ones” The student nodded his head while Bou led him to the table so they can sit down. The blond thanked his friend one more time as he invited him; he got back to the door and closed before entertaining Doiha.
“Sorry... Orange juice is the only thing we have so...” Bou said coming back with two packs in his hands and straws. He noticed the other looking around the small apartment and couldn’t help but blurt out, “Oh... Well, this is my home. It’s small and not exactly a mansion... but you know, I like it here and besides, I don’t think I can afford anything anyway...” he said feeling more embarrassed at the clutter and mess that was everywhere. “I mean... since I’m not exactly rich and all...”
“Oh that’s okay...” Doiha turned his attention back to Bou, graciously thanking him for the orange juice. He continued to scan around the vicinity and then said, “I wasn’t exactly born in a palace either, anyway”
“Huh?” Bou cocked his head to the side while he poked his straw on to his drink, “What does that mean?”
“Remember? I told you before, I was adopted” the raven haired boy took a small sip from the orange juice he was drinking and couldn’t help but pull a friendly grin at his friend, “This place... makes me think a lot about home”
“Really?”
“Yeah, really”
Bou just smiled in return, feeling a little bit better now that his friend was here, “That’s nice to know”
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Miyavi by all means, was never really a smart boy. Maybe if he did give a little more attention and stayed put in the classroom, hit the books at least once in his entire life as the ore-sama, he could’ve learned something. He could’ve achieved something on his own without the aid of his money, but from the start, it was much of a given.
If Miyavi was a light bulb, he wouldn’t have been the brightest.
And so it took an amount of three days- of going in and out of classrooms, of harassing a number of the student body and at screaming at people to make him realize that Bou hasn’t been exactly attending school. Now if he had realized a bit earlier, he should’ve been heading to the blonde’s home, to his apartment to where he is still recuperating from broken bones and a broken heart. But because as the sentence above this paragraph implies, he wasn’t really smart.
But because he stayed put in Holy Garden, he found out that recently Bou’s been beaten up. Again. To which he raised his eyebrow and made him beat up the students who were all smiles and giddy when they told him they did their jobs.
“What do you mean you did your jobs?” Miyavi pulled one of them by the collar, glaring angrily at the piece of trash as he interrogated him in the only way he knows how, “Who told you about this? I never... said anything about having Bomb shell beaten up!”
“But... they were your orders! We all received the messages!” the boy said hastily scared to death as Miyavi pushed him against the wall roughly. His other friends all nodded and agreed with him, trying to appease the man from hurting their comrade.
“ Yeah, Ore-sama!” a girl piped in as one of her friends pushed her forward, “I... I even have the message here on my phone right now! See!” she said while she raised her phone to show Miyavi the said message.
The tall boy let go of the other, who fell to the ground clutching his neck and exasperation trying to take in as much air as he can. A few of his friends went over to his aid and asked him if he was all right.
The ore-sama grabbed the phone from the girl’s hand and continued to stare at it angrily. He read the message thoroughly before he looked at them, “I did. Not. Order. This”
“But... but the message-”
“I said I didn’t make any commands to have bomb shell beaten up... what the fuck is this? So now you’re just going around following orders from... from a source you don’t even know?! Who is the ore-sama here? Huh?”
“You sir...”
“What did you say?!” Miyavi looked at the girl furiously, “Have you forgotten the proper way of addressing me? Or is it now that you all have a new head now, is that it? You all are replacing me?”
“No! No, it’s nothing like that ore-sama!” another student jumped in, he was trying to save his shivering friend who somehow lost the ability to talk, “We... she just made a mistake! We always call you properly by your true title...”
“Pft. As if, now... care to explain... this to me” He said lifting the screen and showing to whoever was there the accursed text message, “I want answers and I want them now!”
“We don’t know where it came from, Ore-sama! It just... it just circulated around the weekend... since we heard about the thing... that happened at the Sand Castle bar...”
“Oh yeah? What happened there?” Miyavi went over to the student muttered that, “What do you think happened huh?”
“It’s that... ah... you two broke... broke up...” she looked at her classmates for support, who all nodded horribly “And then this started going around... we thought it was orders from you”
Miyavi gritted his teeth and stared at them, angry at how they basically disobeyed him. He cursed out loud, not sure what to do as he turned away from them and threw the cell phone in his hand away, making the owner scream in shock as it hit the wall and broke into pieces.
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“You know... you have some explaining to do Bou-chan... and when I say don’t skip detail, I mean it”
Bou looked at the boy in front of him and shook his head, he put the little box away and shrugged his shoulders a bit not exactly sure how to tell his friend the truth. Doiha continued to look at him expectantly, not letting the blond go that easily. For five minutes, Bou tried to make conversation, tried to shift their attention to other things but the raven haired boy was rather firm on this one and wouldn’t let the blond change the direction of his
He continued to grin at the blond, and giving him that little snotty look that told the femme that he wasn’t going to move himself until the other starts confessing and tells him what was going about.
“Oh don’t try to ignore me Bou-chan” Doiha looked around himself before he let his gaze fall on his Omega watch, “I... have... all the time in the world. So don’t worry about time... I mean, I skipped class just to see how you’re doing didn’t I? That should mean something, hm?”
Bou shook his head and rolled his eyes, “I don’t think you can chop me that easily Doiha”
“Who says anything about chopping?” the other said, while taking another sip from his offered drink. He continued to stare at Bou who went and looked at him back, “I’m just worried that’s all... I mean, is it Miyavi again?”
At this Bou had to shift his eyes away, he couldn’t help it. He stared at Doiha in shock for about a second before he decided to look away, not saying anything to contradict the statement or even say yes to it. But then again, even without saying it, Doiha already knew that. What he was doing right now was just trying to pull his friend out of the gutter.
“Look, Bou-chan... I mean, what happened exactly?” the raven haired boy said, “I know you don’t want to talk about it... But you have to let it out sometime, and right now would be a good time. What happened exactly? Don’t you know that everyone at school is talking about it?”
“They are? I wouldn’t be surprised... what with everything going around...” Bou frowned and just held his doll closer to his chest, “I mean... everyone’s in the know”
“Bou, come on... tell me... what happened... I’m your friend Bou-chan, you didn’t show up to class for days” the student shook his head before he continued, “You’re not the type of person who does hooky, I know that... so it has to be Miyavi. What happened exactly Bou-chan? Please tell me, I’m your friend right? I’m just looking out for you and I’m concerned for your well being”
“It’s... its stupid really” Bou said looking down on the floor, “It’s nothing... I mean, It doesn’t really matter anymore anyway... I wish I could turn back time and stuff but I don’t think I could do anything to fix the situation between me and him”
“Bou, what are you saying?” the raven haired boy looked at him, “Look, it can’t be that bad, I mean... He was confused, you got lost. He just blew a fuse...”
“Doiha, me and Miku already had this conversation and I’m just going to tell you the same thing I told him”
“And what’s that, Bou-chan?”
“These past few days, I’ve been thinking and I... I realized I’m not exactly as tough as you would like to believe” he sighed and looked at his school mate with a soft sad smile, “Doiha... I’m sorry, I know you see me as a strong person but I’m not. Doiha... I’m considering transferring schools”
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“I am going to kill someone after this whole shitty affair is over and Miyavi’s name is written all over my list in bright shiny capital letters. Right at the top of my list” the redhead commented out loud as he and Yoshiki walked briskly, trying to go around and look for Miyavi.
Apparently the tall boy has been going around the school in some sad attempt to find the blond bomb shell. And when they thought they found him, a couple of students told him he already left to where, they weren’t exactly sure. But from how they see it, the ore-sama looked really pissed and in a hurry.
They had to drive around the city just to look for the boy one more time. And when they finally saw his car, he was just at the mall, that wasn’t that far away from the school. Sugizo was near to screaming when he realized they scouted the whole city only to see that their so called leader was just in the mall.
“Anyway... what happened to Bou and Miyavi?” Sugizo asked while he tried to pretend he wasn’t peeved at what their leader was doing to him, “They were so fine when they got together what got the idiot twisted in a bunch? And by idiot, I refer to Miyavi”
“I don’t know... Miyavi won’t say anything, he’s just keeping it all to himself” Yoshiki shook his head, “I wish Gackt was here... at least he could extract stuff from Miyavi without having to lift a finger and stuff. I don’t know how he does it, but every time their together he always makes Miyavi talk”
“Well, you know Gackt, he’s as weird as that little prat... Except he has more self control with what he’s doing and besides he has a person he cares about already-”
“Yeah” Yoshiki couldn’t help but smirk, “That would be Mana”
“All this worrying bull shit is taking its toll on my social life” the redhead shook his head and sighed as they walked around the huge mall. They stopped by shop after shop, browsing through the glass if Miyavi was in any one of them. “I mean I can’t even get on a straight date these days because Miyavi is picking the wrong time to phone. And it’s turning the ladies off”
“I know what you mean, Sugizo... Hey, I went and looked around... about that Doi Hachirou boy”
“You did?” Sugizo looked at his friend, “Well? Is he the real deal? Or are we staring at something more than what we’re seeing?”
“You know what?” Yoshiki couldn’t help but say out loud, “I don’t know really... We basically have like this big blank canvass of him. I mean... I did try to look around for him and the last I check, not a lot of people know about him. Actually he’s just a zip and zilch situation, it’s like he doesn’t even exist”
“I know... I smell a rat” Sugizo stopped and looked around, “Where is that idiot, Miyavi anyway? He’s the one who told us to come here and he’s just fucking with us as usual!”
“Look, Sugizo... You go back, okay? I’m going to check up on him...” he put a hand over his friend shoulder, knowing full well the other was stressed and partially annoyed by the ore-sama’s behaviour, “I’ll take care from here, okay?”
“Yeah... that Doi Hachirou boy has been really making my head spin” Sugizo shook his head, “I mean, I know we can’t just pin point him or something.... after all, he might be one of those rags to riches types”
“Don’t worry about it, I’m having my doubts about him too” the blond added, “Go on... I’ll go look for Miyavi, just go home or whatever. I promise I’ll take it from here”
“Thanks, Yoshiki” the redhead smiled at his friend, “I owe you one...”
“No, you owe me a million” the blond shook his head and shoved the other, “Now go already; I’ll take care of Miyavi”
Sugizo nodded his head and walked away happy that he didn’t have to take care of the bratty ore-sama anymore. He did feel a bit sorry for him but he couldn’t help but feel there was something wrong with that Doiha person, and he was in the need to find out more about him.
Yoshiki sighed as he saw his friend already catching a few females in his net while he watched the other walk away waving at a woman and charming his way to her. He shook his head, and went back to looking around for the ore-sama that supposed to be around.
“He can’t be that far...” he muttered under his breath while he walked forward and scratched his hair a bit.
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“Miyavi! There you are!” Yoshiki exclaimed rather exasperatedly as soon as he found the ore-sama. The boy has been moving around the whole place, making it hard for the blond to find him. Thankfully, the other decided to stop on one store and stick to that store. Yoshiki had to go through a lot just to get to him and one of them happened to be in the form of a big fat lady. However, due to his charming ways, he managed to get away from her without the woman going ballistic.
Though it made him lose sight of the ore-sama for a while but that didn’t matter. But now that he finally has his leader where he wanted him, he pushed the glass door and entered the shop. He stopped a bit when he realized where he was, he looked around for a few moments and couldn’t help but is surprised at the fact that Miyavi was inside a store that sells expensive dresses. It was one of those rather chic kinds of stores; he stopped and stood on his spot for a few moments.
Not exactly sure how to react, “... Miyavi? What... what are you doing here?”
Miyavi looked at his friend and frowned a bit, he wasn’t exactly keen on letting anyone know where he was. He pretended not to really notice his friend as he continued to look down and sift through the women’s garments, trying his best to look busy even though all his attention has finally disappeared now that his friend found out where he was.
“Miyavi!” Yoshiki called out again at his leader, he sighed and went over to his friend and grabbed his shoulder, “Look I’m not the one who usually does this but it’s that friend of your girlfriend... or... boyfriend... whatever”
“So what? I mean... he has a choice who he wants to be with and it’s not like they’re friends or anything” Miyavi said, while he sighed and decided to let it go. At least he wasn’t Sugizo; Yoshiki knows how to keep his mouth shut. “I mean... I don’t want to... try and control him or anything...”
“It’s important! It’s... It’s...” the blond said wanting to get the other’s attention and then he looked at Miyavi with a questioning gaze, “Uh... what exactly are you doing anyway?”
“It’s nothing! I’m... just checking out these clothes... that’s all...” the ore-sama replied grumpily while he continued looking around before he stopped and pulled out a party dress, “This... uh, looks cute right? I mean... You know, on Bomb shell, since I mean... I’m not that gay even though I am well I’m not exactly sure but...”
“Did you just use the word... cute?” Yoshiki asked with a look of pure disbelief on his face while he stared at his friend, completely ignoring the real question.
“I mean you know... bomb shell is cute...” Miyavi said in a very small voice, trying to hide the fact that he was a bit embarrassed at the fact himself. He returned the dress back along with the other dresses and pulled another one out, inspected it a bit and showed it to Yoshiki, “I mean, speaking from experience... he’s not exactly a party person and... I think he would like something like this, right?”
“Why? Not that I’m questioning your motives or anything-“
“Well, I mean I have to get the bomb shell something, it’s my fault after all. I want to get the bomb shell something for not being so nice... I just want Bou to know I still care and stuff” the ore-sama said, still not sure how to convey his feelings well even though... “I just... feel bad”
Yoshiki listened attentively and couldn’t help but be near stunned at what Miyavi was saying. First and foremost, the fact that he used the word cute, something that was quite fascinating and horrifying to some levels of humanity. Cute wasn’t exactly a term the ore-sama used, and was never part of his vocabulary. And he couldn’t help but even be more shocked at the words that were coming out of the other’s mouth.
He knows he wasn’t supposed to be surprised at the fact that Miyavi was changing. But it was still hard to believe, even though it was a rather slow change and you can only see it when you’re always with the boy. To others, it was just minor, almost like a ripple of water when one throws a pebble, but to his friends and to whoever was close to Miyavi this was almost near revolutionary. And he couldn’t help but feel a small yet strange warmth creeping inside his chest making way to his face, as it made the side of his lips rise a little. Just a little.
“You’re getting your little play thing a dress?”
“He’s not a plaything!” Miyavi said crossly, glaring at the other a bit before mellowing knowing he shouldn’t get too mad at him, this is what gets Bou angry. His short temper, he should try to control that part of him a bit, “He’s... It’s just don’t call Bomb shell that, okay? He’s more than that”
“Oh... okay” Yoshiki couldn’t help but test Miyavi a little bit more, he went close to the rack of clothes and took out another dress, “Well... Hey, I mean... you know, you don’t exactly have to be tedious, it’s just a dress right? I mean, pick anything and I bet he’ll like it. You know how people like Bou works”
“No... Bomb shell isn’t... He’s not like everyone else, he’s different” Miyavi sighed and pulled out another dress and cringed. He wasn’t exactly the one picking out the clothes for himself and he certainly wasn’t the one who picked the one he was wearing when he first brought him to his house. That’s what a personal stylist is for, right?
“Why? Don’t trouble yourself” Yoshiki tried to sound as disinterested as he can, wanting to know how deep the change is, “Just randomly pick one”
“Because” Miyavi stopped what he was doing and thought of what he was going to say. For a moment, he paused and thought of what he was going to say, he paused silently before he opened his mouth, “Bomb shell is special to me”
The blond playboy waited, he knows Miyavi wasn’t exactly the most eloquent person in their group. He waited patiently for the other to continue, listening and lending his full attention, wanting to know how he will talk back to him.
He sighed and went back to shuffling against the clothes and looked at the designs, going over them again, making sure he picks the one that best suits his bomb shell, “I am a very stupid boy, you know that very well. Hell, everyone knows that very well, and... Well, the only thing I’m capable of is fighting and hurting people with my fist and mouth. Sometimes, I don’t mean what I say and I shouldn’t have said most of the things that comes out of my mouth...” he looked at the dress that was in his hands and closed his eyes, as the words just went out of his mouth flowing easily as if they’ve always been there all along.
“I want to be... different I guess. And I know one of them would mean knowing how to actually talk and to be honest with how I feel sometimes” the ore-sama shrugged his shoulders, “I just want Bou to be happy and think of me as something more than just that stupid dumb ass... I mean, I really like him. As fucking cliché as it sounds. And I want to make him happy, right now I can’t control the way I act, so I first make him happy by the only way I know how and its buying him all of this. Even though it’s too materialistic and it’s just over the surface, I’ll... I’ll be patient enough for Bou...”
He put the other dress back in the rack and went to another rack, to which Yoshiki followed him willingly.
“Yeah I can go pick something out and lie to him. Tell him, I spent hour after hour looking for the dress that would look... cute on Bomb shell” he cringed at his usage of the word before he continued, “But I don’t want to do that, it would mean lying to him. I don’t want to lie to Bomb shell, and I don’t want that. I want him to feel special, that when I give this to him... He’ll feel that he’s the only one and that I... I love him”
Yoshiki was trying to digest the words that went out of his friend’s mouth, half of which he couldn’t believe were from the ore-sama. This was a different ore-sama, a Miyavi no one has ever perceived before. No one has ever gotten this far with Miyavi, to make him actually care for another being. To make him think of another person, even Gackt couldn’t push Miyavi to do such a thing.
But Bou, just by existing, has somehow managed to cut layers of this person.
“Hey”
“What?” Miyavi said another garment in hand while he turned to face his friend.
“You can’t buy that” Yoshiki said going over to the other while he picked the dress up from his friend’s hand and placed it back on the rack.
“Why not?”
“Because... pink would look nicer on Bou-chan, don’t you think?” Yoshiki smiled while he pulled a dress with the said colour, “I think something less revealing too?” he said while helping his friend look for that perfect gift for his boy... girl... whatever friend of his.
Miyavi stared at his friend strangely but he couldn’t help but laugh as soon as he heard that.
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“Bou, don’t say that!” Doiha said stunned, angry not exactly sure how to feel as he heard those words escape the blonde’s mouth, he slammed his fists against the table top and stared the other furiously, “What are you saying? What happened, Bou! Tell me, did he hurt you?!”
“Look... I’ve been thinking a lot and I realized that it’s not really going to work out” the femme shook his head and looked away while he tried his best not to sound that mournful. That was what the last few days were for, he should be happy right now or at least near it, “I mean, I haven’t been the best person to Miyavi and I should... I shouldn’t just trouble everyone now. All I’m doing is complicating things, I mean, I don’t have to stay there, it’s hard anyway... Having to keep grades just to stay in school”
“Yeah, right!” Doiha laughed ironically before rolled his eyes and looked at the other again, “How can you say that? I know you’re feeling bad, actually what I’m saying is an understatement, but listen to me. Bou, you are stronger than this and I know that, why? Because you’re a good person and because I know that deep inside... you do love Miyavi and if given a chance you would rather be by his side, right?”
Bou shook his head again, and tried to look at Doiha as disbelieving as he can even though he was failing at it. “I told you I’m not, I’m not as strong or as tough as everyone thought I was... I’m... I guess I’m just a stupid person who only knows how to do stupid things”
“You’re not stupid! Far from it and you know that!” Doiha cried out, wanting to think his friend to think otherwise. He stood up and grabbed his friend’s shoulders, “Look at me! Bou-chan, don’t do this! You’re... You’re the one thing at school that makes all the bull shit... just worth it... Please, come on ”
Bou didn’t seem to budge; all he did was let out a small sigh and looked to another side, “Why?”
“Bou-chan, if you leave... then...”
“Then what? A revolution? That if I stay a little bit longer everything will change? That somehow the system is all going to disappear because I am there?” the blonde smirked, “Look, I’ve been going there for three years now, don’t give me that... I can’t change anything and I don’t think I will. I’m going back on Monday to get my credentials and I’m going to go to another school where I don’t have to-”
“All because of Miyavi, huh?” Doiha looked down at his friend.
Bou didn’t make a sound, just continued to avoid his friend’s eyes while he tried to sound like he doesn’t really care. That what he was hearing wasn’t his friend’s disapproval, “Please understand”
“Bou-chan, just don’t do this” Doiha said, attempting one more time to get through the blond, “Please... I know to you, I don’t understand... to you, I know nothing about what you’re going through but you don’t know Bou-chan... He... He said the same thing to me before he left me”
“What?” Bou looked up, a bit confused when he heard what the other said. Doiha went back to sitting on the chair and staring at the floor.
“When... he left... he... realized... something about my family...” he shook his head softly side to side, the memories were coming back to him, “Look... I’m... I know it was my fault, and I know I should’ve have said something but I... know he still loves me” Doiha said looking up at the blond, smiling at Bou in the saddest manner, “Bou... that’s why I’m still chasing after him... even when he says he doesn’t want me back because I know he loves me, Bou-chan”
Bou continued to stare at Doiha, not saying a word while he listened to the other.
“Every day, his words are always ringing in my head... He’s not strong enough... He can’t do it” Doiha sighed and looked at Bou, “That he was scared of me”
“Scared of you?”
“That’s not important... what’s important... is Bou-chan, you must never give up” the raven haired stared at his friend and clutched at his hand, “Bou-chan... Miyavi... might just not be used to this, but that doesn’t he doesn’t like you or love you at all. I know I’m making myself look stupid... but honestly, you don’t know how it hurts to be on the other side”
The blonde didn’t know what to say, he sat there listening and just empty of words. He sat there confused and sad for Doiha mostly as he told him this one piece of his life. He sat there and couldn’t help but say:
“Doiha, I think it’s time for you to leave”
The raven haired boy sighed and stared at the other in disbelief, but he sighed and looked away. “I’m just telling you, Bou... you giving up now? You’ll regret it for the rest of your life”
Bou just didn’t reply and continued to stare away from his friend until he heard the door open a bit.
“I’m sorry Doiha”
“Bou-chan” Doiha let out a small frustrated sound before he closed the door behind him.
A/N: Hm. Hm... Personal thoughts, personal thoughts. To be honest, what kicked me into a super duper gear was when I saw 8cake’s comment and it kind of turned on the ULTRAMAGENTICPOPJAM that exists solely in my head. We sort of “met” through FF.net when I was still writing Gravitation and Legal Drug stories. ^^ And then all of a sudden seeing her comment on this fanfic I was like, “Super Boink!” XD <-- I recommend this anime to anyone who is reading this. Believe it or not, she’s sort of one of the reasons I write because I guess, ever since I left a comment on one of her fanfics and then she replied and said I was one of her favourite authors I just couldn’t help but... You know, try to be better.
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And crap. I pushed away a scene that was supposed to be here. Oh well. XD Next chapter for that neh?
: D OKAY I KNOW THIS IS PRETTY LAME! SHUSH : D I’M JUST SMILING AND PRETENDING THIS IS COOL BUT I AM IN A STATE OF HORROR AT HOW MY FIC IS PROGRESSING : DD: Nyahaha.
Srsly. I am not joking when I say this thing has a mind of its own.