bleed.
Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
Author: EarnestInBerlin
Theme: 20. Fear
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: In defence, I would just like to declare that in likened to the idea of cannibalism. Human trafficking, slavery and sexual asphyxiation (the last one being a dear favourite of mine), is clearly frowned upon in most countries.
Comments: Wow. I’m actually kind of happy that there was two people who asked about *blank* and *blank*. : D
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
“Hey”
The first thing Sugizo could be was to be very surprised, even though that was very much an understatement. He looked up from his drink, the seducing smile on his face wiped off the moment he realized who invited himself to his table.
“Gackt? What’re you doing here...?” he couldn’t help but utter, the name sounded surreal to him, he was just so shocked. It’s been a long time since he last seen his friend, the very last and most mysterious member of the S.K.I.N. group. Even the mention of his name, it’s been quite a while since anyone has made any mentions of his name. It’s like he’s been pulled out of the story of their lives and now he just... appeared out of nowhere as if to provide some sort of hideous twist.
What with Miyavi and his love and hate affair with the blond cross dresser as school, it was just time consuming.
“I was just passing by” he said simply, there was nothing in his voice that indicated he was glad he met his friend. That smile on his face wasn’t as mirthful as it should be and there was that small hint of boredom in his tone that everyone, even Sugizo, was used to. All the redhead could do was just shake his head as Gackt continued with the same disinterested tone, “I saw you and invited myself to your table”
Gackt was really no different from Miyavi in some of the rather deep aspects of their personality. That slight hint of conceit was still somewhere whenever he said a word; there were times when Sugizo just wanted to go and get an award for himself, putting up with these two nut jobs. It really takes time, patients, and lots of therapy.
“You know if you were around, you could’ve called all of us, I mean... You’re not going to be staying long anyway” he said, trying to strike up conversation with his friend and comrade, “We rarely see you these days”
Gackt ignored the statement completely and looked away, as if Sugizo just exhausted him the same way other people would annoy their friends over and over, “So, how’s Miyavi?”
“Honestly?” Sugizo resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Gackt’s attitude, “If you really want to know, he’s been doing well. To be honest, he’s been... very different...”
“Different?” Gackt turned his attention back to the redhead and you could actually see the interest somewhere amongst his features. It was a small hint, but if you’ve been with Gackt long enough to know his eccentric ways, this was near an accomplishment, “How can you say that? Really?”
“He’s... He just changed; I don’t know how to say this... I know I can see it, Yoshiki can see it very well. He claims to even have seen it firsthand” Sugizo smiled and shook his head while he looked at his drink, his finger tracing at the precipitate that was forming over the surface of his glass, “I mean, it’s... there’s something about his demeanour... the way he talks now these days”
Gackt raised a brow at the statement; not exactly sure he was hearing what was coming out Sugizo’s mouth. But he was very well interested in what his friend had to say, so he leaned in a bit closer, destroying his usually stoic front of indifference.
“Well, it’s not a complete three-sixty, just a good one eighty if you would like” the redhead shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at the blond who showed he was willing to pull off his unconcerned facade that he wanted to know more, “But if you’ve been there... You’ll see, Gackt, Miyavi’s changed. It’s different... and everyone agrees that it’s a good thing”
As Gackt listened, the blond couldn’t help but let the side of his lips lift up just a little bit. In all honesty, he wasn’t exactly expecting this to happen. He was actually thinking of something near anarchy; however this just goes to show he wasn’t exactly as smart as he would like to think he was sometimes. He sighed and just put a hand over his mouth, to look as if he was taking in the facts and thinking about them. But it was just a small gesture to hide the fact that he was in some tiny way happy.
“So he didn’t really do anything” he chuckled to himself.
“What was that?” Sugizo picked up his head, and looked at Gackt when he heard that last statement, “What did you say?”
“Nothing... well, go and tell me...” he put his hand down and took the wildest card in his head and declared, “It’s that cross dresser right?”
“Yeah, Bou... the one Miyavi nick named Bomb Shell, corny, right?” the redhead laughed while he rolled his eyes, then he couldn’t help but add another chortle when he remembered his first encounter with the femme, “Ever since day one, it’s has been a wonderful whirlwind of fuckery between those two. Those two screaming at each other, going at each other’s throats. I tell you the sexual tension between those two is fucking thick, you can slice through it with a knife” the redhead ten did a little gesture where he chopped the air, as to prove his point. “And did I forget to mention how hilarious those two are? Every day is a Kodak day”
“Well, you guys sound like you’re having fun”
“I know, but it’s not exactly all fun and games if you want to know. Bou is just... amazing, and to be honest, I still think that’s an understatement though” the redhead looked down at his drink and there was that warm feeling inside of him, he smiled at it and continued, “I wonder if he notices it though... The way he has Miyavi wrapped around his fingers and you want to know the best part? He fucking fights back! In the entire time that we’ve been with Miyavi, we can’t even touch him, but Bou is basically using him as a punch bag”
“And Miyavi is okay with that?”
“I told you, Miyavi is all over hi” Sugizo snapped, annoyed that the blond wasn’t listening to him first time around, “You don’t know just how much our dumb fuck is willing to do for him”
“Well, I can’t say I can’t relate” was the reply he got from Gackt.
“Oh right...” Sugizo asked after pausing a bit, realizing that he must’ve hit somewhere. He silenced himself, not sure whether to take that smile on his face as something good or bad, “Hey... How are you? I mean, just so you know it’s been rather different without you around, Gackt. Are you serious about leaving? How long are you going to be gone? You’re still a part of the group you know, even if you leave”
“I honestly don’t know” Gackt shrugged his shoulders not really keen on adding anymore to that sentence.
“Even with all the changes that have been going on about, Miyavi... still needs you” Sugizo said, “Even though he tries to make it like he doesn’t... I think he needs you”
“Reverse”
“What?” Sugizo’s brows furrowed, he was taken aback when all Gackt could tell him was just that. He didn’t expect that, he was expecting that weird silence that follows their conversation, he was expecting some sort of thought provoking one liner that was good for those movies. “I... I don’t think I caught you back there”
“Reverse: to change to something to the opposite direction, order or position. Interchanging various things from its previous order, backward to forward” he stared at Sugizo with the bored look he’s had ever since.
“I don’t get you... What do you mean by that?” the redhead stared at Gackt back, searching for whatever implication that was in those blue eyes. But Gackt was never exactly the normal person, and when it comes down to it: Gackt basically sucks at dishing out life lessons that were supposed to be around these situations. Those blue orbs of his weren’t the most expressive and that was one of the many things that made Gackt very, very strange. He had this almost inhuman of him to have that ability to keep people from prying- no matter how Sugizo tried to read him, Gackt will always put that one mile distance between himself and everyone else.
He sighed and looked down; Sugizo usually prided himself with the ability to read people’s emotions through their eyes. That was one of the reasons why he was so good when it comes to women and dates, with a drink and a snatch of feeling here and there, he could adjust himself to the other person. But Gackt always has always been impossible, one of those lost cases that was just happy being friends with this weirdo.
“Gackt, are you trying to tell us something?”
“A little something you might find useful in the future” Gackt looked at his phone and noticed the time, before he went back to Sugizo and then added, “I already told Miyavi what he needs to know, I don’t repeat what I usually say and I’m not telling you any more than what you just need to know”
“Hey... you do realize that weird things have been happening about-”
“It’s late and I’m not the one who usually does the late night thing very well” Gackt said as he stood up, he looked down at his friend, “I don’t messenger boy either”
“Hey, Gackt, come on!” the redhead stood up too and glared at the blond as he walked away laughing at him in that way that sounded almost cynical, “Come back!”
“Sugizo!” he was about to run after his friend when a woman called out for the boy as she made her way to the redhead’s table, “I am so sorry for being late, you know the strangest thing happened to me on the way and I got so caught up...”
Sugizo frowned when he saw his friend left, his attention still in this state of disturbed and pissed. He looked about in the crowd, trying to even the outline of his friend’s form.
“Reverse”
69696969696
Bou was wearing a hood over his head while he walked briskly in the silent halls. He came in extremely late, around the time when everyone would be class. He sighed as he carried his bag, checking in to see if he bought a pen and some papers just in case he’ll be needing them. As he passed by the halls and gardens, he couldn’t help but walk just a slowly. Each time he passes by a certain place or two, certain memories would come flooding by and he just wanted to take the time to reminisce. He smiled at the garden when he always used to hang out, before all the snots and brats started eating up his place.
He let out a small sound and stopped whatever flow of memory would come in; it’s going to be hard signing papers if it means having too much attachment to this place. He tucked away the smile on his face and looked forward only to stop in his tracks.
There on the other side of the hall was the last person he wanted to see. For a moment they just stood there, mirroring each other’s shocked expression. On one end of the hall was Bou with the hood over his head, trying to cover up as much of his face if possible with his bag of ball pens and papers. On the other end, there was Miyavi carrying a paper bag, and from how Bou could see it, he looked like he just jumped out of bed.
He frowned angrily and turned around, not even saying a word as he started to walk to the opposite direction of the tall boy.
The small spell that was all over Miyavi was broken the moment he heard Bou’s shoes stomping on the ground and away from him. He picked up his own feet and started to follow the cross dresser, “Hey, Bomb shell, come on...”
He didn’t reply, just walked even faster as he heard Miyavi following him.
“Hey, please.... come here and talk to me for a bit... You know I didn’t mean anything, please!” he shouted, his footsteps starting to get faster and faster when the blond didn’t show any signs of stopping or slowing down. “Please!”
“Leave me alone!” was the only thing that Bou managed to shout back, while he made a sharp turn, “I don’t want to see you!”
“Let’s talk, come on! Give me a chance”
“Why should I?! You’re nothing but a bastard!” they didn’t realize they were making a racket, as they passed by classroom- making teachers and students alike pause a bit from their classes and look at what was going on outside their rooms. Two or three would look out of their doors and raise a brow, while they try to distinguish who were these two who were disrupting classes.
“I said stupid things, okay? I didn’t mean to say all the things I said, please listen to me-”
“I gave you your chance! I thought you were different, but you’re still the same dumbass you are!”
Miyavi didn’t stop following Bou, where ever Bou ran, he would jump over tables and push away people and objects just so he can get to the cross dresser. The blond did every turn and made every possible leeway he could. But for some reason, today seems to be Bou’s day- come hell or high waters, that blond was running so fast Miyavi found his steps getting slower and slower until the gap between him and Bou was a very lengthy one.
“Please! Just... come... back...!” Miyavi shouted, as he stopped, trying to catch his breath; he clutched on to the paper bag. But because he’s been running around and throwing it around while he did, the item inside the bag was in total disarray and bag itself didn’t fare too well. He clutched at his chest, attempting to lower his heartbeat.
Bou stopped running himself, after a few more steps forward before he realized he was the only one running. He was also catching his breath, every word he says would be separated with a heavy dose of oxygen trying to get inside his tired lungs, “What... what are you... doing here? Can’t... you... can’t you just... leave me... alone?”
“Bomb shell... come on... let’s.... please, let’s... just talk”
“What are we going to... fucking talk about? There’s... nothing to talk about! We’re through!”
“No, we’re not! Where did you get that fucking idea?” Miyavi’s head shot up and he couldn’t believe what he just heard. He glared angrily at the blond, his hand still clutching at the paper bag that, “What do you mean we’re through? We’re not fucking through until I say we’re fucking through!”
“You made it clear last time at your house!” Bou screamed, as he turned so he can Miyavi “You don’t want to see me! You don’t even want to know I’m alive! That should mean something!”
“Fine! I admit I said some things... but I didn’t mean them! Bomb shell, I... I don’t want to lose you”
“You should’ve thought about that before you said all those things and had all those people hurt me!”
“I didn’t.... I haven’t even announced myself here that you were back to Red Card, it wasn’t my idea, okay? Please, let’s talk, I miss you so much-” Miyavi said finally regaining enough composure as he took small and slow steps to the femme.
Each step forward the tall boy took, the blond would take two or three away from Miyavi, and he scowled at the other boy, “Don’t give me that crap! I thought I could believe you! I thought you trusted me! But you’re nothing but a bastard! You hear that ore-sama?! Don’t you dare come near me!”
“Please, don’t move away... I had enough; I just want to be with you. I can’t... I can’t do this anymore, bomb shell. I just... please, I’m sorry for what I did...” Miyavi didn’t stop talking, all the things he’s been keeping to himself, all the words he just can’t bottle anymore. He wanted Bou to know how he feels; he wanted to just be with him, “I know I was stupid, please come on-”
Bou put his hand over his ears and started to walk away again, not wanting to be fooled by the ore-sama’s words anymore. He shook his head, trying his best to block out whatever it was that Miyavi was blabbering about. He began speaking in a low voice, saying this and that and random things just so he won’t have to listen to whatever Miyavi was trying to tell him.
“Fuck this!” the ore-sama yelled. Miyavi couldn’t take it anymore; he decided to run up to the blond. The bag in his hand fell from his fingers and the moment he was near enough the blond, he opened his arms and caught the petite before the other could even move away. He held on tightly to Bou, making sure he didn’t get away from him. He let him go before, and that was a huge mistake. He wasn’t going to do it again.
“... This time, I won’t let you go... this time, I want you... I want you to know” the blond struggled against Miyavi, pulling his arms away from his waist, twisting his head from the ore-sama’s words. But from the start, they both knew Miyavi wasn’t letting go, and if Bou was stubborn than Miyavi was worst in that department. He pulled the blond closer to him, “Bomb shell, I know... I know you hate me but listen... Listen to me!”
“No! I don’t want to!” Bou shrieked, “Stop talking to me like that! Stop trying to sound like you care!”
Bou kept on struggling, screaming to the ore-sama and stomped his feet all the while wanting nothing but to drown out the voice that was telling the words that were coming out of Miyavi’s mouth. He continued shouting, and screeching, “No, don’t say that... don’t say things like that to me... no!”
“I made a mistake” Miyavi leaned on Bou, continuing his tight hold, “I said things I shouldn’t. I did things I never would’ve, I should’ve... I should’ve listened to you when you were trying to explain to me. I should’ve... I should’ve believed you, I should’ve... I wish I could take back everything... every stupid thing I’ve said and done... everything”
Miyavi shook his head and then repeated, “I love you, Bomb shell”
“Don’t say that-”
“I’m not lying” Miyavi said, looking at the blond, “I really, really do... I love you”
Bou put a hand over his mouth and started crying; he bowed his head down and shook his head left to right. Not exactly sure how to react, when he started crying was anybody’s guess. The blonde’s struggling slowed down before he mellowed into the tall autocrat’s arms and all they had was this small silence that wrapped them both. His little moans of anger and just whatever emotion that was bubbling inside of him, he put a hand over his mouth and just:
“Hey... Dumb ass...”
“Yeah, bomb shell?”
“My name is Bou”
Miyavi couldn’t help smile against Bou and continued to hold him in his arms, that sweet warmth that was over spreading his heart and all over. He couldn’t help it as he placed his head against Bou’s shoulder.
“My name is Miyavi”
Bou was still sobbing, but this time there was that smile on his face. And like the crazy ore-sama, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was feeling that time but there was something and maybe it was that stupid thing called love. But whatever it was, he chuckled in Miyavi’s arms.
“What are you laughing about?” Miyavi twisted his head to the face the cross dresser. He pecked him a bit on the cheek in a rather awkward manner.
“I wasn’t laughing, stupid...” Bou turned so he can look at Miyavi, “Hey, what was that?”
“You’re still crying?” Miyavi lifted one of his hands and wiped off the small pieces of water that was over the blonde’s cheeks, “Don’t do that... I only want to see you smile”
Bou shook his head and leaned back to Miyavi looking at some random direction while they stayed like that, “You’re so weird”
“Aah...” Miyavi pouted, “Don’t say that”
“Miyavi” Bou looked down, “I’m... I’m sorry for calling you names and not for understanding; I know I was being a brat. And that I was just expecting too much from you I guess, even though I shouldn’t be. I should be aware of the fact that you weren’t exactly good at these kinds of things-”
“Just... shut up about that” the ore-sama closed his eyes and held on to the little femme, “Bou, I don’t want to be stupid anymore. I just want to be with you, I just want to... make sure you’re okay, I was stupid and I know that. I hope you... I hope you can still accept me, even when all I do is just make you feel like shit”
Bou sighed in Miyavi’s arms and listened to the rich boy talk to him. He smiled to himself, there was a bit of nervousness in his voice, but when it comes down to it... there was something about Miyavi. And he couldn’t point it out, but he knows it was something good.
“But still, I was being a brat-”
“It’s okay; let’s just... call it a... something like... a truce or whatever they say” Miyavi said, he turned his head and looked over to where the bag that was supposed to be his gift for Bou was lying, “Hey... speaking of which, I want to start off...”
When Miyavi raised his arms off of him and went away, the blond turned around and looked at the tall ore-sama went to where ever the paper bag he was holding on to before. The blond waited patiently for the other, he watched the tall boy walk back, trying to even hide what he wanted to show the blond.
“I... I wanted to... to give you this... because I want you to know that I just want to make you happy” Miyavi started while he handed the bag to Bou, “I know... I know just a fucking idiot and if you want to call me dumb ass all day long... then its fine with me... I know I have to get used to it but if it means just being with you... then I’ll do anything I can to keep you from going away”
“Miyavi, you... you shouldn’t have really” the cross dresser said, he accepted the gift though he was still hesitant because he knows he didn’t deserve whatever was in the bag, “It’s... I appreciate this but I don’t deserve something like this especially from you...” he uttered while he nervously pushed the bag back to Miyavi. He was ashamed because he didn’t want to be spoiled by Miyavi like this, “What you’re doing is just spoiling me, I can’t... I really can’t”
“Bou listen to me” Miyavi held Bou’s hands and stared at him straight in the eyes, “You haven’t let me finish yet”
“Oh... okay” Bou smiled and looked down, he felt a bit embarrassed, “Go on...”
“We never talk. We never had a proper conversation... I want to get to know you, what makes you happy and what makes you angry” he put his hands on the side of Bou’s face, and gently made the little cross dresser direct his attention only to him, “Right now, all I can do is just give everything and anything money can buy and I know you’re more than any D&G bag out there, you’re more than any fucking bracelet because you’re one of a kind and there’s no one out there like you”
He was speechless, near breathless.
What happened to his idiot? Where did that boy who can’t even string two words together? Where ever he was, Bou didn’t really care. He wasn’t sure what to feel at that exact moment- shocked, happy and that giddy feeling you get when the hottest guy at school just asked you out on a date.
Then again, it wasn’t exactly different from that.
Whatever, Bou thought, he really liked this Miyavi. He really liked this Miyavi a lot.
The bell rang above their heads, but to them... It was just another sound blending in with the background. The noises of human life were starting to pour in a few minutes later while they were still in the middle of the hall. Miyavi was holding on to him smiling down and Bou looking up at him, his lips wanting to smile but no definite expression was on his face. He could tell he was confused, but he knows he was taking the right steps.
And there was one last thing he should do before anything else.
Bou’s eyes went wide as plates and the paper bag in his hand fell on the ground. And everything he was thinking, or whatever emotion he had before that was thrown to some abyss called limbo.
The moment Miyavi went lower and he did the one thing he didn’t expect him to do.
“Aah!” students that were just released from their classes and were coming to the very place that Bou and Miyavi, there was a small crowd that surrounded the two. Girls all squealing in excitement and there were some that groaning in defeat as they saw the Ore-sama, the richest boy at school, kiss Bou, the girl he supposedly dumped just last weekend.
When Miyavi pulled away, Bou gawked at the older student and was beyond shocked. His astonishment was written all over his face, “You... You...”
Miyavi grinned at the blond, proud at what he had done. He was about to say something really smart- or something he deemed as smart-the ore-sama felt something hard and round meet the side of his face. Putting pressure on one of his cheek, making his head twist away to that side and before he knew it, he fell to the floor with his own face set in disbelief at what just occurred.
“Ouch...” a boy commented, everyone who saw this all wore a flinch on their faces as they once again witnessed the blond punch him smack right on the face.
“What was that for?!” Miyavi shouted, forgetting his nice layer just a few minutes before as he stared angrily at the blond who still had his fist in the air.
“You... you dumb ass!” Bou shouted at the fallen one, “What did you do that for?!”
“I was... I was doing something romantic! You know, so you’ll like me!”
“Oh yeah?! Well it was fucking, C-O-R-N-Y!”
“Oh now, I’m a corny dumb ass, huh?! Well, at least I’m trying to do something to get this relationship to pick up!”
“Whatever, dooooork!” Bou taunted at Miyavi as he stuck his tongue out.
“Why you-!”
¬¬¬¬69696969696
“I’m telling you, I saw Gackt the other night!” Sugizo said, trying to convince Yoshiki as they down the hall. They were at Holy Garden; once again, being reduced to being lackeys of that idiot leader of theirs’, they found themselves subjected to the moronic ways of the ore-sama. Usually, they did this out of the terms of friendships and all the times they stood by each other- of course there was that small tad bit of that now and then. But this was just getting ridiculous.
Though these two had to admit the voices behind their head weren’t really doing them any good. But they were okay with it these days, especially with how the change in Miyavi was going.
“Really? How come he didn’t call me or Miyavi?” Yoshiki pointed out, unlike most of the members of the S.K.I.N. group- unless you disregard Gackt- Yoshiki wasn’t exactly the type to just take in random things and believe them at that.
“Look... I don’t care if you don’t believe me” Sugizo said, standing in front of Yoshiki so he can stop him.
Yoshiki looked at Sugizo and was about to ask what was going on when his red haired friend looked at him with that look of him. That look he rarely sees on his usually humorous companion, “Did he say something?”
“Yes...”
“Then what is it?” Yoshiki sighed.
“Reverse”
“What?”
“Reverse: to change to something to the opposite direction, order or position...” Sugizo tried to remember what Gackt told him that night, he knows he can spit them out all at once. Those words were still ringing in his head, word by word. He memorized them without even knowing it, “...Interchanging various things from its previous order, backward to forward”
They both stared at each other.
“Gackt... is such a fucking weirdo” Yoshiki joked, but there was something about the way he said it that actually sounded he was trying to consider the meaning of Gackt’s words.
Yoshiki was somewhat taken aback by what the blond said. He was going to make a snarky remark when the two of them stopped. There in front of them were a group of students blocking the way and preventing them from moving anymore further.
“What’s going on?” Yoshiki said, looking over the crowd.
“What are you doing? Have you forgotten what we are?” Sugizo raised a brow at his friend and pulled him in between the crowd, “Out of the way... Sugizo and Yoshiki, heart throbs here, pleeeeease make way...!”
And like the Red Sea, the people parted just for them, accompanied with the small squeals of girls, some who fainted at the very sight of the two. The lucky (or unlucky) ones who managed to brush with the two playboys went into spasms that mimicked the ones you see when people get possessed.
“Okay now that we got ourselves here... And then we go...” Sugizo was about to add more to that sentence when he was greeted with the most surreal image of Bou locking his arm around Miyavi’s neck in some sort of deadly chokehold. They were already on the floor, with the blond on top of Miyavi, pressing his weight on the other while the ore-sama was screaming various swear words and names in the air.
“Fucking... let go!”
“Why should I? You called me a bitch!”
“And you... are... what again?!” Miyavi tried to laugh before the arm around his neck tightened and he was cut off.
“I’m... in some sort of weird... weird dream... like Bou... actually...” Yoshiki said, angling his head to a side, while trying to take in what he’s seeing. Not exactly sure if he wants to believe what he was seeing.
“I think... I think I’m in some sort of... you know... like...”
“Aaaah!” Bou screamed when Miyavi finally got the tables turning and he did something that got themselves in a very... strange position. “Get off of me you bastard!”
“You know what?” Yoshiki decided he was hallucinating and pulling himself back together. He had an arm over Sugizo, turned them around and started walking away from the crowd and that crazy couple, “Let’s just go to Sand Castle, get some drinks... find some girls, how does that sound?”
“That... that would sound so great...”
“Dumb ass! What are you doing?! This is fucking public!”
“I don’t care! I never knew you were this nice to touch...” Miyavi said dreamily.
Sugizo said while trying to pretend he didn’t hear that last sentence, as they walked further and further away, “Yeah... that sounds so much better”
A/N: Just so you guys know, I actually have the next chapter and I’m... scared. I mean I like how the next chapter is shaping but I don’t know if you guys will like it. I mean I write for myself and for the whole fact that I just want to write and all those silly ideals an author shoulders. But I don’t want to make a stupid mistake... like the development going too fast. I can do away with slow development, that way you can still think about how you’re going to take everyone. But if you put A in B and make them eat C then the equation won’t make room for anymore situations to explain what is going on.
Bah whatever. I’ll just... yeah. Post the chapter after a few more brooding and being ghei time.
Author: EarnestInBerlin
Theme: 20. Fear
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: In defence, I would just like to declare that in likened to the idea of cannibalism. Human trafficking, slavery and sexual asphyxiation (the last one being a dear favourite of mine), is clearly frowned upon in most countries.
Comments: Wow. I’m actually kind of happy that there was two people who asked about *blank* and *blank*. : D
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
“Hey”
The first thing Sugizo could be was to be very surprised, even though that was very much an understatement. He looked up from his drink, the seducing smile on his face wiped off the moment he realized who invited himself to his table.
“Gackt? What’re you doing here...?” he couldn’t help but utter, the name sounded surreal to him, he was just so shocked. It’s been a long time since he last seen his friend, the very last and most mysterious member of the S.K.I.N. group. Even the mention of his name, it’s been quite a while since anyone has made any mentions of his name. It’s like he’s been pulled out of the story of their lives and now he just... appeared out of nowhere as if to provide some sort of hideous twist.
What with Miyavi and his love and hate affair with the blond cross dresser as school, it was just time consuming.
“I was just passing by” he said simply, there was nothing in his voice that indicated he was glad he met his friend. That smile on his face wasn’t as mirthful as it should be and there was that small hint of boredom in his tone that everyone, even Sugizo, was used to. All the redhead could do was just shake his head as Gackt continued with the same disinterested tone, “I saw you and invited myself to your table”
Gackt was really no different from Miyavi in some of the rather deep aspects of their personality. That slight hint of conceit was still somewhere whenever he said a word; there were times when Sugizo just wanted to go and get an award for himself, putting up with these two nut jobs. It really takes time, patients, and lots of therapy.
“You know if you were around, you could’ve called all of us, I mean... You’re not going to be staying long anyway” he said, trying to strike up conversation with his friend and comrade, “We rarely see you these days”
Gackt ignored the statement completely and looked away, as if Sugizo just exhausted him the same way other people would annoy their friends over and over, “So, how’s Miyavi?”
“Honestly?” Sugizo resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Gackt’s attitude, “If you really want to know, he’s been doing well. To be honest, he’s been... very different...”
“Different?” Gackt turned his attention back to the redhead and you could actually see the interest somewhere amongst his features. It was a small hint, but if you’ve been with Gackt long enough to know his eccentric ways, this was near an accomplishment, “How can you say that? Really?”
“He’s... He just changed; I don’t know how to say this... I know I can see it, Yoshiki can see it very well. He claims to even have seen it firsthand” Sugizo smiled and shook his head while he looked at his drink, his finger tracing at the precipitate that was forming over the surface of his glass, “I mean, it’s... there’s something about his demeanour... the way he talks now these days”
Gackt raised a brow at the statement; not exactly sure he was hearing what was coming out Sugizo’s mouth. But he was very well interested in what his friend had to say, so he leaned in a bit closer, destroying his usually stoic front of indifference.
“Well, it’s not a complete three-sixty, just a good one eighty if you would like” the redhead shrugged his shoulders and turned to look at the blond who showed he was willing to pull off his unconcerned facade that he wanted to know more, “But if you’ve been there... You’ll see, Gackt, Miyavi’s changed. It’s different... and everyone agrees that it’s a good thing”
As Gackt listened, the blond couldn’t help but let the side of his lips lift up just a little bit. In all honesty, he wasn’t exactly expecting this to happen. He was actually thinking of something near anarchy; however this just goes to show he wasn’t exactly as smart as he would like to think he was sometimes. He sighed and just put a hand over his mouth, to look as if he was taking in the facts and thinking about them. But it was just a small gesture to hide the fact that he was in some tiny way happy.
“So he didn’t really do anything” he chuckled to himself.
“What was that?” Sugizo picked up his head, and looked at Gackt when he heard that last statement, “What did you say?”
“Nothing... well, go and tell me...” he put his hand down and took the wildest card in his head and declared, “It’s that cross dresser right?”
“Yeah, Bou... the one Miyavi nick named Bomb Shell, corny, right?” the redhead laughed while he rolled his eyes, then he couldn’t help but add another chortle when he remembered his first encounter with the femme, “Ever since day one, it’s has been a wonderful whirlwind of fuckery between those two. Those two screaming at each other, going at each other’s throats. I tell you the sexual tension between those two is fucking thick, you can slice through it with a knife” the redhead ten did a little gesture where he chopped the air, as to prove his point. “And did I forget to mention how hilarious those two are? Every day is a Kodak day”
“Well, you guys sound like you’re having fun”
“I know, but it’s not exactly all fun and games if you want to know. Bou is just... amazing, and to be honest, I still think that’s an understatement though” the redhead looked down at his drink and there was that warm feeling inside of him, he smiled at it and continued, “I wonder if he notices it though... The way he has Miyavi wrapped around his fingers and you want to know the best part? He fucking fights back! In the entire time that we’ve been with Miyavi, we can’t even touch him, but Bou is basically using him as a punch bag”
“And Miyavi is okay with that?”
“I told you, Miyavi is all over hi” Sugizo snapped, annoyed that the blond wasn’t listening to him first time around, “You don’t know just how much our dumb fuck is willing to do for him”
“Well, I can’t say I can’t relate” was the reply he got from Gackt.
“Oh right...” Sugizo asked after pausing a bit, realizing that he must’ve hit somewhere. He silenced himself, not sure whether to take that smile on his face as something good or bad, “Hey... How are you? I mean, just so you know it’s been rather different without you around, Gackt. Are you serious about leaving? How long are you going to be gone? You’re still a part of the group you know, even if you leave”
“I honestly don’t know” Gackt shrugged his shoulders not really keen on adding anymore to that sentence.
“Even with all the changes that have been going on about, Miyavi... still needs you” Sugizo said, “Even though he tries to make it like he doesn’t... I think he needs you”
“Reverse”
“What?” Sugizo’s brows furrowed, he was taken aback when all Gackt could tell him was just that. He didn’t expect that, he was expecting that weird silence that follows their conversation, he was expecting some sort of thought provoking one liner that was good for those movies. “I... I don’t think I caught you back there”
“Reverse: to change to something to the opposite direction, order or position. Interchanging various things from its previous order, backward to forward” he stared at Sugizo with the bored look he’s had ever since.
“I don’t get you... What do you mean by that?” the redhead stared at Gackt back, searching for whatever implication that was in those blue eyes. But Gackt was never exactly the normal person, and when it comes down to it: Gackt basically sucks at dishing out life lessons that were supposed to be around these situations. Those blue orbs of his weren’t the most expressive and that was one of the many things that made Gackt very, very strange. He had this almost inhuman of him to have that ability to keep people from prying- no matter how Sugizo tried to read him, Gackt will always put that one mile distance between himself and everyone else.
He sighed and looked down; Sugizo usually prided himself with the ability to read people’s emotions through their eyes. That was one of the reasons why he was so good when it comes to women and dates, with a drink and a snatch of feeling here and there, he could adjust himself to the other person. But Gackt always has always been impossible, one of those lost cases that was just happy being friends with this weirdo.
“Gackt, are you trying to tell us something?”
“A little something you might find useful in the future” Gackt looked at his phone and noticed the time, before he went back to Sugizo and then added, “I already told Miyavi what he needs to know, I don’t repeat what I usually say and I’m not telling you any more than what you just need to know”
“Hey... you do realize that weird things have been happening about-”
“It’s late and I’m not the one who usually does the late night thing very well” Gackt said as he stood up, he looked down at his friend, “I don’t messenger boy either”
“Hey, Gackt, come on!” the redhead stood up too and glared at the blond as he walked away laughing at him in that way that sounded almost cynical, “Come back!”
“Sugizo!” he was about to run after his friend when a woman called out for the boy as she made her way to the redhead’s table, “I am so sorry for being late, you know the strangest thing happened to me on the way and I got so caught up...”
Sugizo frowned when he saw his friend left, his attention still in this state of disturbed and pissed. He looked about in the crowd, trying to even the outline of his friend’s form.
“Reverse”
69696969696
Bou was wearing a hood over his head while he walked briskly in the silent halls. He came in extremely late, around the time when everyone would be class. He sighed as he carried his bag, checking in to see if he bought a pen and some papers just in case he’ll be needing them. As he passed by the halls and gardens, he couldn’t help but walk just a slowly. Each time he passes by a certain place or two, certain memories would come flooding by and he just wanted to take the time to reminisce. He smiled at the garden when he always used to hang out, before all the snots and brats started eating up his place.
He let out a small sound and stopped whatever flow of memory would come in; it’s going to be hard signing papers if it means having too much attachment to this place. He tucked away the smile on his face and looked forward only to stop in his tracks.
There on the other side of the hall was the last person he wanted to see. For a moment they just stood there, mirroring each other’s shocked expression. On one end of the hall was Bou with the hood over his head, trying to cover up as much of his face if possible with his bag of ball pens and papers. On the other end, there was Miyavi carrying a paper bag, and from how Bou could see it, he looked like he just jumped out of bed.
He frowned angrily and turned around, not even saying a word as he started to walk to the opposite direction of the tall boy.
The small spell that was all over Miyavi was broken the moment he heard Bou’s shoes stomping on the ground and away from him. He picked up his own feet and started to follow the cross dresser, “Hey, Bomb shell, come on...”
He didn’t reply, just walked even faster as he heard Miyavi following him.
“Hey, please.... come here and talk to me for a bit... You know I didn’t mean anything, please!” he shouted, his footsteps starting to get faster and faster when the blond didn’t show any signs of stopping or slowing down. “Please!”
“Leave me alone!” was the only thing that Bou managed to shout back, while he made a sharp turn, “I don’t want to see you!”
“Let’s talk, come on! Give me a chance”
“Why should I?! You’re nothing but a bastard!” they didn’t realize they were making a racket, as they passed by classroom- making teachers and students alike pause a bit from their classes and look at what was going on outside their rooms. Two or three would look out of their doors and raise a brow, while they try to distinguish who were these two who were disrupting classes.
“I said stupid things, okay? I didn’t mean to say all the things I said, please listen to me-”
“I gave you your chance! I thought you were different, but you’re still the same dumbass you are!”
Miyavi didn’t stop following Bou, where ever Bou ran, he would jump over tables and push away people and objects just so he can get to the cross dresser. The blond did every turn and made every possible leeway he could. But for some reason, today seems to be Bou’s day- come hell or high waters, that blond was running so fast Miyavi found his steps getting slower and slower until the gap between him and Bou was a very lengthy one.
“Please! Just... come... back...!” Miyavi shouted, as he stopped, trying to catch his breath; he clutched on to the paper bag. But because he’s been running around and throwing it around while he did, the item inside the bag was in total disarray and bag itself didn’t fare too well. He clutched at his chest, attempting to lower his heartbeat.
Bou stopped running himself, after a few more steps forward before he realized he was the only one running. He was also catching his breath, every word he says would be separated with a heavy dose of oxygen trying to get inside his tired lungs, “What... what are you... doing here? Can’t... you... can’t you just... leave me... alone?”
“Bomb shell... come on... let’s.... please, let’s... just talk”
“What are we going to... fucking talk about? There’s... nothing to talk about! We’re through!”
“No, we’re not! Where did you get that fucking idea?” Miyavi’s head shot up and he couldn’t believe what he just heard. He glared angrily at the blond, his hand still clutching at the paper bag that, “What do you mean we’re through? We’re not fucking through until I say we’re fucking through!”
“You made it clear last time at your house!” Bou screamed, as he turned so he can Miyavi “You don’t want to see me! You don’t even want to know I’m alive! That should mean something!”
“Fine! I admit I said some things... but I didn’t mean them! Bomb shell, I... I don’t want to lose you”
“You should’ve thought about that before you said all those things and had all those people hurt me!”
“I didn’t.... I haven’t even announced myself here that you were back to Red Card, it wasn’t my idea, okay? Please, let’s talk, I miss you so much-” Miyavi said finally regaining enough composure as he took small and slow steps to the femme.
Each step forward the tall boy took, the blond would take two or three away from Miyavi, and he scowled at the other boy, “Don’t give me that crap! I thought I could believe you! I thought you trusted me! But you’re nothing but a bastard! You hear that ore-sama?! Don’t you dare come near me!”
“Please, don’t move away... I had enough; I just want to be with you. I can’t... I can’t do this anymore, bomb shell. I just... please, I’m sorry for what I did...” Miyavi didn’t stop talking, all the things he’s been keeping to himself, all the words he just can’t bottle anymore. He wanted Bou to know how he feels; he wanted to just be with him, “I know I was stupid, please come on-”
Bou put his hand over his ears and started to walk away again, not wanting to be fooled by the ore-sama’s words anymore. He shook his head, trying his best to block out whatever it was that Miyavi was blabbering about. He began speaking in a low voice, saying this and that and random things just so he won’t have to listen to whatever Miyavi was trying to tell him.
“Fuck this!” the ore-sama yelled. Miyavi couldn’t take it anymore; he decided to run up to the blond. The bag in his hand fell from his fingers and the moment he was near enough the blond, he opened his arms and caught the petite before the other could even move away. He held on tightly to Bou, making sure he didn’t get away from him. He let him go before, and that was a huge mistake. He wasn’t going to do it again.
“... This time, I won’t let you go... this time, I want you... I want you to know” the blond struggled against Miyavi, pulling his arms away from his waist, twisting his head from the ore-sama’s words. But from the start, they both knew Miyavi wasn’t letting go, and if Bou was stubborn than Miyavi was worst in that department. He pulled the blond closer to him, “Bomb shell, I know... I know you hate me but listen... Listen to me!”
“No! I don’t want to!” Bou shrieked, “Stop talking to me like that! Stop trying to sound like you care!”
Bou kept on struggling, screaming to the ore-sama and stomped his feet all the while wanting nothing but to drown out the voice that was telling the words that were coming out of Miyavi’s mouth. He continued shouting, and screeching, “No, don’t say that... don’t say things like that to me... no!”
“I made a mistake” Miyavi leaned on Bou, continuing his tight hold, “I said things I shouldn’t. I did things I never would’ve, I should’ve... I should’ve listened to you when you were trying to explain to me. I should’ve... I should’ve believed you, I should’ve... I wish I could take back everything... every stupid thing I’ve said and done... everything”
Miyavi shook his head and then repeated, “I love you, Bomb shell”
“Don’t say that-”
“I’m not lying” Miyavi said, looking at the blond, “I really, really do... I love you”
Bou put a hand over his mouth and started crying; he bowed his head down and shook his head left to right. Not exactly sure how to react, when he started crying was anybody’s guess. The blonde’s struggling slowed down before he mellowed into the tall autocrat’s arms and all they had was this small silence that wrapped them both. His little moans of anger and just whatever emotion that was bubbling inside of him, he put a hand over his mouth and just:
“Hey... Dumb ass...”
“Yeah, bomb shell?”
“My name is Bou”
Miyavi couldn’t help smile against Bou and continued to hold him in his arms, that sweet warmth that was over spreading his heart and all over. He couldn’t help it as he placed his head against Bou’s shoulder.
“My name is Miyavi”
Bou was still sobbing, but this time there was that smile on his face. And like the crazy ore-sama, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was feeling that time but there was something and maybe it was that stupid thing called love. But whatever it was, he chuckled in Miyavi’s arms.
“What are you laughing about?” Miyavi twisted his head to the face the cross dresser. He pecked him a bit on the cheek in a rather awkward manner.
“I wasn’t laughing, stupid...” Bou turned so he can look at Miyavi, “Hey, what was that?”
“You’re still crying?” Miyavi lifted one of his hands and wiped off the small pieces of water that was over the blonde’s cheeks, “Don’t do that... I only want to see you smile”
Bou shook his head and leaned back to Miyavi looking at some random direction while they stayed like that, “You’re so weird”
“Aah...” Miyavi pouted, “Don’t say that”
“Miyavi” Bou looked down, “I’m... I’m sorry for calling you names and not for understanding; I know I was being a brat. And that I was just expecting too much from you I guess, even though I shouldn’t be. I should be aware of the fact that you weren’t exactly good at these kinds of things-”
“Just... shut up about that” the ore-sama closed his eyes and held on to the little femme, “Bou, I don’t want to be stupid anymore. I just want to be with you, I just want to... make sure you’re okay, I was stupid and I know that. I hope you... I hope you can still accept me, even when all I do is just make you feel like shit”
Bou sighed in Miyavi’s arms and listened to the rich boy talk to him. He smiled to himself, there was a bit of nervousness in his voice, but when it comes down to it... there was something about Miyavi. And he couldn’t point it out, but he knows it was something good.
“But still, I was being a brat-”
“It’s okay; let’s just... call it a... something like... a truce or whatever they say” Miyavi said, he turned his head and looked over to where the bag that was supposed to be his gift for Bou was lying, “Hey... speaking of which, I want to start off...”
When Miyavi raised his arms off of him and went away, the blond turned around and looked at the tall ore-sama went to where ever the paper bag he was holding on to before. The blond waited patiently for the other, he watched the tall boy walk back, trying to even hide what he wanted to show the blond.
“I... I wanted to... to give you this... because I want you to know that I just want to make you happy” Miyavi started while he handed the bag to Bou, “I know... I know just a fucking idiot and if you want to call me dumb ass all day long... then its fine with me... I know I have to get used to it but if it means just being with you... then I’ll do anything I can to keep you from going away”
“Miyavi, you... you shouldn’t have really” the cross dresser said, he accepted the gift though he was still hesitant because he knows he didn’t deserve whatever was in the bag, “It’s... I appreciate this but I don’t deserve something like this especially from you...” he uttered while he nervously pushed the bag back to Miyavi. He was ashamed because he didn’t want to be spoiled by Miyavi like this, “What you’re doing is just spoiling me, I can’t... I really can’t”
“Bou listen to me” Miyavi held Bou’s hands and stared at him straight in the eyes, “You haven’t let me finish yet”
“Oh... okay” Bou smiled and looked down, he felt a bit embarrassed, “Go on...”
“We never talk. We never had a proper conversation... I want to get to know you, what makes you happy and what makes you angry” he put his hands on the side of Bou’s face, and gently made the little cross dresser direct his attention only to him, “Right now, all I can do is just give everything and anything money can buy and I know you’re more than any D&G bag out there, you’re more than any fucking bracelet because you’re one of a kind and there’s no one out there like you”
He was speechless, near breathless.
What happened to his idiot? Where did that boy who can’t even string two words together? Where ever he was, Bou didn’t really care. He wasn’t sure what to feel at that exact moment- shocked, happy and that giddy feeling you get when the hottest guy at school just asked you out on a date.
Then again, it wasn’t exactly different from that.
Whatever, Bou thought, he really liked this Miyavi. He really liked this Miyavi a lot.
The bell rang above their heads, but to them... It was just another sound blending in with the background. The noises of human life were starting to pour in a few minutes later while they were still in the middle of the hall. Miyavi was holding on to him smiling down and Bou looking up at him, his lips wanting to smile but no definite expression was on his face. He could tell he was confused, but he knows he was taking the right steps.
And there was one last thing he should do before anything else.
Bou’s eyes went wide as plates and the paper bag in his hand fell on the ground. And everything he was thinking, or whatever emotion he had before that was thrown to some abyss called limbo.
The moment Miyavi went lower and he did the one thing he didn’t expect him to do.
“Aah!” students that were just released from their classes and were coming to the very place that Bou and Miyavi, there was a small crowd that surrounded the two. Girls all squealing in excitement and there were some that groaning in defeat as they saw the Ore-sama, the richest boy at school, kiss Bou, the girl he supposedly dumped just last weekend.
When Miyavi pulled away, Bou gawked at the older student and was beyond shocked. His astonishment was written all over his face, “You... You...”
Miyavi grinned at the blond, proud at what he had done. He was about to say something really smart- or something he deemed as smart-the ore-sama felt something hard and round meet the side of his face. Putting pressure on one of his cheek, making his head twist away to that side and before he knew it, he fell to the floor with his own face set in disbelief at what just occurred.
“Ouch...” a boy commented, everyone who saw this all wore a flinch on their faces as they once again witnessed the blond punch him smack right on the face.
“What was that for?!” Miyavi shouted, forgetting his nice layer just a few minutes before as he stared angrily at the blond who still had his fist in the air.
“You... you dumb ass!” Bou shouted at the fallen one, “What did you do that for?!”
“I was... I was doing something romantic! You know, so you’ll like me!”
“Oh yeah?! Well it was fucking, C-O-R-N-Y!”
“Oh now, I’m a corny dumb ass, huh?! Well, at least I’m trying to do something to get this relationship to pick up!”
“Whatever, dooooork!” Bou taunted at Miyavi as he stuck his tongue out.
“Why you-!”
¬¬¬¬69696969696
“I’m telling you, I saw Gackt the other night!” Sugizo said, trying to convince Yoshiki as they down the hall. They were at Holy Garden; once again, being reduced to being lackeys of that idiot leader of theirs’, they found themselves subjected to the moronic ways of the ore-sama. Usually, they did this out of the terms of friendships and all the times they stood by each other- of course there was that small tad bit of that now and then. But this was just getting ridiculous.
Though these two had to admit the voices behind their head weren’t really doing them any good. But they were okay with it these days, especially with how the change in Miyavi was going.
“Really? How come he didn’t call me or Miyavi?” Yoshiki pointed out, unlike most of the members of the S.K.I.N. group- unless you disregard Gackt- Yoshiki wasn’t exactly the type to just take in random things and believe them at that.
“Look... I don’t care if you don’t believe me” Sugizo said, standing in front of Yoshiki so he can stop him.
Yoshiki looked at Sugizo and was about to ask what was going on when his red haired friend looked at him with that look of him. That look he rarely sees on his usually humorous companion, “Did he say something?”
“Yes...”
“Then what is it?” Yoshiki sighed.
“Reverse”
“What?”
“Reverse: to change to something to the opposite direction, order or position...” Sugizo tried to remember what Gackt told him that night, he knows he can spit them out all at once. Those words were still ringing in his head, word by word. He memorized them without even knowing it, “...Interchanging various things from its previous order, backward to forward”
They both stared at each other.
“Gackt... is such a fucking weirdo” Yoshiki joked, but there was something about the way he said it that actually sounded he was trying to consider the meaning of Gackt’s words.
Yoshiki was somewhat taken aback by what the blond said. He was going to make a snarky remark when the two of them stopped. There in front of them were a group of students blocking the way and preventing them from moving anymore further.
“What’s going on?” Yoshiki said, looking over the crowd.
“What are you doing? Have you forgotten what we are?” Sugizo raised a brow at his friend and pulled him in between the crowd, “Out of the way... Sugizo and Yoshiki, heart throbs here, pleeeeease make way...!”
And like the Red Sea, the people parted just for them, accompanied with the small squeals of girls, some who fainted at the very sight of the two. The lucky (or unlucky) ones who managed to brush with the two playboys went into spasms that mimicked the ones you see when people get possessed.
“Okay now that we got ourselves here... And then we go...” Sugizo was about to add more to that sentence when he was greeted with the most surreal image of Bou locking his arm around Miyavi’s neck in some sort of deadly chokehold. They were already on the floor, with the blond on top of Miyavi, pressing his weight on the other while the ore-sama was screaming various swear words and names in the air.
“Fucking... let go!”
“Why should I? You called me a bitch!”
“And you... are... what again?!” Miyavi tried to laugh before the arm around his neck tightened and he was cut off.
“I’m... in some sort of weird... weird dream... like Bou... actually...” Yoshiki said, angling his head to a side, while trying to take in what he’s seeing. Not exactly sure if he wants to believe what he was seeing.
“I think... I think I’m in some sort of... you know... like...”
“Aaaah!” Bou screamed when Miyavi finally got the tables turning and he did something that got themselves in a very... strange position. “Get off of me you bastard!”
“You know what?” Yoshiki decided he was hallucinating and pulling himself back together. He had an arm over Sugizo, turned them around and started walking away from the crowd and that crazy couple, “Let’s just go to Sand Castle, get some drinks... find some girls, how does that sound?”
“That... that would sound so great...”
“Dumb ass! What are you doing?! This is fucking public!”
“I don’t care! I never knew you were this nice to touch...” Miyavi said dreamily.
Sugizo said while trying to pretend he didn’t hear that last sentence, as they walked further and further away, “Yeah... that sounds so much better”
A/N: Just so you guys know, I actually have the next chapter and I’m... scared. I mean I like how the next chapter is shaping but I don’t know if you guys will like it. I mean I write for myself and for the whole fact that I just want to write and all those silly ideals an author shoulders. But I don’t want to make a stupid mistake... like the development going too fast. I can do away with slow development, that way you can still think about how you’re going to take everyone. But if you put A in B and make them eat C then the equation won’t make room for anymore situations to explain what is going on.
Bah whatever. I’ll just... yeah. Post the chapter after a few more brooding and being ghei time.