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Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
Author: EarnestInBerlin
Theme: 009. Blood
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Sometimes, when no one’s looking… I pretend I own tetsu…
Comments:: Sorry if I’m going to speed up things with this chapter, but I really just want to establish things already, so if you think the flow is irrational, then you can bash my impatience! So sorry!!
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
He tapped a pencil and put on his right ear before he took out the box he uses to keep special items. It was a small box that used to hold a really tasty- yet very expensive- cupcake. Now all it held was a pin he got from Teruki, a couple of old notes, a small doll Miku made for him and Miyavi’s bracelet. Bou couldn’t admit it but somehow, he felt really special having the Tiffany bracelet in his ownership. He pulled it out and looked at the intricate design, the diamonds were so tiny, and how can people work with this?
Then he pushed it back, he’s supposed to give it back! This was Miyavi’s way of trying to get to him! If he wants to show Miyavi business, then he should be strong!
“Why do I suck so bad” Bou slumped on the table, he faced the wall and saw the white dress Miyavi made him wear. It was really nice- “Oh god, NO!” He grabbed his hair annoyance. “I will not be taken by you, Miyavi!!” The blond stood up and grabbed the dress, shoes then shoved them inside his closet and shut his closet tight. “There, I won’t have to see your ugly faces again!”
But when he sat back down on his desk, he saw the bracelet. The femme took it in his hands and wrapped the chain around his wrist.
“I really can’t do this” he sweat dropped knowing full well he was smitten by the cute design.
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“Hm…” Doiha thought to himself, lunch time and a hand to his chin in contemplation. Bou sat in front of him, waiting for his judgment on the incident the other day.
Just like Miku, Doiha- and the rest of the school- were shocked to find the blond able, without scratch and mostly, alive after a day of absence. Maybe it was the fact that Bou was the only student alive to ever stand up to Miyavi, but for some reason the student body has yet to pull tricks on him yet. Yes there were the snares and the evil looks from strangers, but compared to his first few days, today was just a walk in the park.
His raven haired friend hugged him in public and spun him around; he was so worried about the femme. He didn’t mind the stares that followed them or the poisonous whispers that tried to break them.
“Firsts things first, what happened to you? Everybody was all intent that they find your remains in some deserted alleyway!” Doiha begged Bou for information, not wanting to miss out on any details, he’s starting to doubt the power of this Miyavi person, and he can’t even hurt this girl! And they say he was some tyrant, “Don’t skip out on details, this whole Red Card affair is just getting too interesting…”
“Yeah, I know! It’s just… surreal!” Bou exclaimed, not sure how to tell him of his torture- though he can’t really call it that, since it was actually nice being pampered though he has absolutely no recollection whatsoever of the said pampering. He told him about being kidnapped and waking up to wearing a dress and having to wear expensive things (“Gem Cerey? He did not say that brand. God, at least he has the decency to give you some Tiffany’s”), then he had to about the whole affair with his mother and of course the argument between his friends and such. Though he had to leave that part about his gender being found out…
“Woah… well… that’s something…” the raven haired boy said, though the look on his face was a strange assortment of emotions, “Are you sure this was the same ore-sama who beats people up? I mean usually, people who hurt people don’t give them make-”
“Yeah, I swear, Doiha!” the blond said, “I’m not making this up!!”
“The same guy who beat the Mickey out of Takanori…?”
“The very same asshole!” then something struck Bou, “Doiha, how did you know about Takanori?”
“Huh… I mean… um, well… it’s just that…” the raven haired boy scratched the back of his head, a helpless smile spreading on his face, “It’s just that these rumors were floating around and isn’t Takanori the brother of that rich guy… What’s his name again? O… Ogawa, yeah-”
“Ooh…” Bou slapped his forehead, of course, it’s not like as if he’s the only one who knows Takanori. Maybe Doiha heard it through the gossips, “My bad, for a second there I almost thought you actually know Takanori!”
“Never met Takanori personally, though I’ve been to conventions where he and brother were part of” Doiha fiddled with his fingers, looking a bit distant all too suddenly the smile on his face taking an almost sad hint to it, “And his brother is quite nice, of course… that’s what I heard, since… You know, I never really met them directly”
“Wow, Takanori has a brother?” Bou exclaimed, rather surprised at this revelation, “I never knew that! I mean, they have different last names”
“Well, Takanori and his brother have different fathers, but one mother” the raven haired boy shrugged, Bou wanted to ask the other how does he know such things when the other answered his question before he could even ask it, “Well, it’s normal, you know… I mean, I don’t know who my real parents are. I’m not exactly very Japanese looking, though I have really Asian looking parents”
“Wow… so does that mean-”
“I’m adopted? Guess so”
“Sorry if I-”
“Don’t worry, I’m used to it, people would even talk about it right in front of me sometimes. I got used to it”
Bou just frowned and mentally slapped himself for his tactlessness. Seriously, if it was someone else, he’d been slammed against the wall for being so disrespectful. It was good that Doiha was just a really good person.
“Hey you know… this might be a weird guess and all but…” Doiha started a small grin playing at his lips, “But… do you think Miyavi might be… courting you?”
“What!? Doiha! He wants to kill me! Why would he do that?? He wants my fucking neck!”
“I don’t know” the raven haired boy chuckled, “But it’s kinda possible, you know…?”
Bou bit his lower lip, and looked anxiously at the side. He didn’t see the strange glint in Doiha’s eyes.
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It was almost like a miracle, Miyavi walking in the middle of the halls of Holy Garden all the while on the phone. At the very sight of him, one of the teachers fainted and a student had to carry her to the infirmary. Miyavi skips school on a daily basis and to at least see him somewhere other than the cafeteria where he does his judgment is like seeing the devil running around in his underwear.
He actually doesn’t know why he was there, it’s just he had this great urge to look for the blond. And that was just weird. Really weird.
“Damn, I don’t have anyone else…” Miyavi bit his thumb, as he dialed the number on his phone.
Ayumi, Miyavi’s sister, the very one who carried him to the park that one fateful day his manliness was marred. She was a very beautiful girl, married to a wonderful man named Ken Kitamura, some American-based Japanese man who owns a chain of hotels and businesses in the States. Miyavi met Ken and from what he could tell, the guy’s really nice though he still resents the man secretly for taking away his sister. As much as he hated calling the woman, Miyavi didn’t have a choice. Seeing as Gackt is busy, especially with the news that he’s going to France, the only time that man isn’t busy is when he’s asleep. Yoshiki wouldn’t talk to him after that incident with the cross dresser and he is not getting Sugizo involved, seeing as he is deeply infatuated with the blond.
One, two and three rings before the click and there was a voice on the end.
“Um… Onee-chan?” the rich boy started, before he had to pull away his ear from the phone if he ever wants to salvage his ear drum.
“Hey, baby brother! Wow, you called me? Oh my god, are you sure, you’re my brother?? Wait! What have you done to my brother! He’s never called me before! God damn, is this a prank call?? Oh my god, you little asshole you! And in the middle of the night! Wait till I rip your balls out with-”
“Onee-chan, shut up! It’s me Miyavi, what the hell is wrong with you?! Can’t I call my sister without having to destroy my ears in the process??!” he bellowed at the phone, not daring to get it a good few inches to his ear, seeing as the voice on the other line was shrill enough to rip what’s left of his drums to pieces. “Fucking god…”
“Oh… it really is you!” small laughter was heard, “that little mouth of yours is still the same bitch and shit mouth”
“Yeah whatever” the boy rolled his eyes in aggravation at the delay, “Look, I don’t know how to say this but… Fine, I’m… I… have… I have a problem”
“Excuse me…?” the girl on other side of the planet exclaimed, not sure whether what he heard was real or was he hallucinating. After all, it is night time in her place and this might be some prank call, “Because my baby brother would never call me just because… Oh my god… Who are you?!”
“Can you please shut the hell up?! Don’t think its special okay! Gackt’s going to France because of Mana and the only time I can actually call him is when he’s not even awake!” the autocrat defended himself before anything mushy comes from his sister could add to her rant, “And the other guys suck balls when it comes to this”
“And fat chance you’re getting anything from Ma”
Miyavi was thankful they were on phone, and that the girl was millions of miles away from him in New York. He didn’t want to her to see the silly smile on his face, “Yeah that too…”
He heard a small yawn on the other side of the phone, “Well then, shoot, what’s the problem?”
“I… I think” he scratched the back of his head, how was he going to say this without his sister turning into a spasm of screams? “You have to promise me you will not scream! Because if you’re going to do that, I might as well just solve the problem myself!”
“Fine, fine!” the girl in New York even went as far as to make a cross over her chest, even though Miyavi will never see it, “I promise not to destroy your sense of hearing”
“Here goes… Onee-chan… remember that bracelet we bought at Tiffany’s?”
“Oooh, yeah of course!” then he heard her laugh softly over the phone, “You were so protective of it and you wouldn’t let anyone touch it because you said you only want the person you really like the most to have it-”
“Irecentlygaveittosomeone” he said rather hastily, almost hoping that she just didn’t understood what he said.
“E-e-e-excuse me?? You did what???!!! No, maybe I’m just hearing wrong… or I guess it is kind too early in the morning here” and she laughed again, though this time it sounded a bit rushed and forced, “Because I think I just heard you say that you just gave away… that bracelet. I mean, seriously Baby brother, that’s like… Apocalypse, you know? It would never happen-”
“I. FUCKING. GAVE. IT. TO. SOMEONE.” The boy emphasized each word, hoping it was enough. He didn’t really want to tell her about the whole thing, seeing as he knows how she will react. Three minutes later, he had to throw away the phone because if he didn’t he was sure whatever made up his head would’ve exploded from the screams that emitted from the speaker.
“God damn it, Onee-chan!” the ore-sama screamed, “I knew I shouldn’t have called you!”
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Bou stretched his arms and sighed in relief. Another lesson in Physics and he felt like his brain was going to turn to mush from all the formulas. He oblivious to the stares that was directed to him, he was used to them by now and they didn’t seem as bad as they were before. He started picking up his books and carefully putting them inside his bag.
There was something odd about the way everyone was moving, but the blond didn’t really pay that much heed. He minded his own business not knowing that everyone actually had a plan. Bou looked up, a look of nonchalance on his face as he saw everyone group on one side of the room apparently all talking about something he shouldn’t be part of.
He shrugged the thought away; it wasn’t like he was interested in their gossip anyway. He stood up and lifted his bag, heading for the doorway. But before he knew it, his classmates already broke from their discussion and a few of them went to block his way.
“Hey, get away!” the blond said, rather annoyed at having some sort of stupid human wall on the only exit of the room, “I want to go home!”
“Hmp! Bitch!” a girl from behind him shouted, “Don’t think you’re so cool and superior!”
“Yeah, who do you think you are?!” someone pulled at his bag, Bou was clutching to it tightly but there was over a group grabbing for his stuff and before he knew it, his only back pack was ripped to pieces. He yelped in surprise as his stuff went falling to the ground- books, papers, notes and whatnot. The blond tried to grab for his things but his classmates went for them first and grabbed each one, he shouted at them to stop. But instead of following him, they went over to the window and started chucking his school things out.
“Hey! Those are my notes!” Bou screamed.
“Well, we don’t take kindly to people who hurt our Ore-sama!” a boy interjected, pushing the blond to the floor.
The blond panicked, his pens and notes were being kicked and shredded. Some laughed at his misfortune while others continued to mock him.
“Ha, looks who’s so cool and all mighty now!” a boy teased Bou, while slowly ripping the blonde’s recent Physics notes. The femme tried to get to the boy but his other classmates prevented him from even getting near. A couple of them grabbed his arms and then pushed him around, the same way they did during his first ambush.
“We’re going to rip you to pieces!” someone threatened him. As he fell on the floor, his hand landed near one of his hard bound books. Without thinking, he grabbed for it and jammed the cover on the first face it hit. Someone got hit all right.
“Ooooooouuuuuuuuuuuucch!!” the boy shouted, he tried to scramble away hoping this was a good diversion, seeing as some of his mates averted their attention to their hurt friend. But before he knew it a whole mob was on him, tried to grab every of his limbs. The femme tried to fight off the people dragging him to the janitor’s shack for their brand of torture. Bou couldn’t do a thing, even as he tried his best to fight off.
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Bou felt a streak of blood going down his mouth; this was certainly not going too well. His hair was in complete disarray and his uniform was deformed due to everyone trying to hurt him. He was sure somewhere; he broke a bone or two. He’s not sure if it was his ribs or his arm, or his entire body, since everywhere hurt like hell.
The femme spent the whole hour being jabbed and having to dodge everyone’s hits. His stuff was now gone, destroyed every bit of it now a particle left in the classroom. And now it was his turn.
“Oh, are you tired?” someone crooned mockingly.
“Me?! Tired!” Bou tried to stand up, someone punched him on the stomach and it hurt really bad, “Give me all you fucking got!”
He stumbled and fell on a boy, who just sneered at him and pushed him away all the while laughing at his pathetic form. Bou was a fighter, but a tired fighter at that and there were bruises on his knees and limbs. It was almost impossible for him to even move, but will power told him to stand up.
“Kyaaa!” he screamed as a girl pulled at his hair, it hurt so bad he felt like his scalp was being ripped off his head.
“You’re so ungirly!” she declared, all of her friends agreed. “And you’re so ugly too! And the stuff you use? Where did you get them? A hundred yen store? Eeew!”
She let go of his yellow hair as he crumbled to the floor, everyone’s been trying to kill him for a while and it was really starting to get to him. He fought back, but having too much opponent was taking its toll on him. He found himself being shoved and kicked, being hit on the head and having his hair pulled in the process. Bou tried to stand up, lifting himself up with broken arms but it just wasn’t working. People hauled him up, trying to get him to stand up.
“Aaaw, you can do more than that!” someone cajoled in his ear, and he tried to push away the pervert who did that. But he felt his arm being twisted in an inhumane manner; all he can do was bite his tongue, not giving the satisfaction of hearing him scream. “Oh come on, you have to be breaking down now. What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“Bitches like these should be punished” someone sneered, flexing his belt right in front Bou and his captors. Bou saw the malicious glint in their eyes and it sparked another wave of panic in him.
“Fucking hell, no way!” he struggled against the hands that were holding too tight. A few of the girls who joined in the bashing session all laughed and even tried to encourage the sudden twist of events.
“Yeah, tell her who she’s messing with!”
“Fuck her right there, maybe she’ll get some sense knocked up in that thick skull of hers”
The boy before him snickered, tying his belt around Bou’s neck making sure to stop all flow of breathe in him. Bou tried to move as much as he can just to stop him from getting it too tight around his neck, but the bastard that was trying to tie the belt slapped him across the face not minding the blood that slowly crawling out of Bou’s mouth.
“Stop moving, shit” the boy angrily said, “If you want this fucking over then you do as we say”
“You can’t tell me what to do!” Bou replied back with chagrin and ire coursing through his veins. He pulled at his arms, even though his strength was slowly draining away.
“Well, that’s just too bad kitty…” the cross dresser gasped as his neck was suddenly being reduced to a size smaller, making it difficult for him to breathe. He bit his tongue, his eyes were already watery from the pain and abuse, he looked up at his abuser and all he saw were a couple of grinning orbs. “Poor kitty, don’t like your collar?”
“Finish him off already for the ore-sama!”
“Yeah, what are you waiting for?!”
“My pleasure” the boy hissed, all too happy to comply when suddenly an all too familiar figure started shoving around the crowd who went tripping on Bou. Before he could even start his chain of abuse to the cross dresser, he was jabbed right on the face by a fast fist. And Bou’s captors suddenly loosened their hold on him. He fell to the floor knees first, his hands hurriedly trying to loosen the belt around his neck. It came off, thankfully and he was able to breathe properly again. He felt arms wrap around him carefully, almost as if trying to protect him from anymore attacks from any of his classmates.
“What the fuck do you guys think you’re doing?!” Miyavi’s all too familiar voice came out from behind him. “Who told you freaks to do this?!”
The blond looked up surprised at the boy who was trying to defend him. Yes, he was sure he was looking at Miyavi, the lip ring was on the right place, and the tattoos on his hand were the same. The horrid hair style- that Bou was starting to like despite himself- which he saw last time, it was still the same; nothing’s changed.
“B-but… she disrespected you, o-o-ores-sam-ma” a girl squeaked in a fearful voice.
“So? Who suddenly gave you the right to do this to her, huh?!” Miyavi asked the group, “I’m waiting for your fucking answer! Who said you can just go around jabbing this girl without my permission?”
“No one did, ore-sama” another boy said, “We just thought-”
“Well, you guys fucking thought wrong” Bou felt he was being lifted and he yelped at the sudden levitation. Miyavi ignored the look on the blonde’s face as he carried him through the crowd and brought him out of the janitor’s shack. No one said a word as the ore-sama went out with the scariest look on his face, carrying the blond in his arms to the clinic.
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The nurse wasn’t really sure what to be surprised, the picture of Bou’s battered body or the picture of Miyavi carrying Bou’s battered body. She rushed the two inside, telling Miyavi to settle the blond boy on the bed so she can check out if he had anything broken. Bou was fine, even though he was badly beaten. Nothing seems wrong, though he might spend the next few days with a limp. And there were black dots of bruises here and there over his skin.
Miyavi looked at Bou’s worn out form, not really sure how to begin what he’s about to say. The blond looked up at him, angry because of the mob and confused as to why Miyavi stopped them from harassing him. This was just not fitting the puzzle right.
“Why did you do that?” Bou asked.
“I… I just… Just want to know if you’re okay” Miyavi forced himself to say, sitting on the chair beside the bed the infirmary offered. He frowned at what they did to Bou, his once really white skin all dirty. Truth be told, Bou was really a cute boy… girl… whatever.
“Why would you want know that?” Bou sneered, cringing as he felt the pain in some part of his body before continuing, “I thought you want me to die? Unless you want to finish the job yourself, just a kick-off with those guys-!!”
“Shut up!” Miyavi bellowed, he wasn't really afraid to show his anger “And people think I'm full of myself, god... look at you!”
"Look at me?!!" Bou felt his blood boil, "Miyavi, take a fucking inspection! Why should I not complain anyway? After all, I wasn't just beaten up like a pulp and well... I guess people do run around punching you in the face as if it was normal... But what do I know? Right?? I'm just a fucking-"
"Okay, fine! Wrong choice of words!" Miyavi waved his arms in the air, knowing wrong choice of words was an understatement. Look, I was just... I don't know... It's this... and I think so... but then I'm not too sure... Oh god this just too confusing "
Bou rolled his eyes again. He saw this scene before, sometimes he wonder which exactly of them is pitiful. From what he saw, the tall boy was just nothing but a confused little kid- heck, he gets confused with his own thoughts!
"Look" Miyavi locked orbs with him, "I... don't feel this way most people... actually, I never felt this way about anyone. At. All. It's just that... after home, and that bracelet? That's not just some expensive shit. Me and my sister-"
"You have a sister?"
"Oh wow, I know, amazing" the autocrat waved a hand in the air, trying to get that topic out of the conversation, "She’s not important right now... It’s that fucking bracelet, okay? It means a lot to me and I don’t know why... I don’t fucking know why I’m giving it you. I promised Onee-chan I’ll give it to the person... yeah, that fucking piece of crud is fucking big deal with me”
This made his pains forgotten and all he could think of was what Miyavi said. He frowned, Miyavi tried to ignore looking at him directly, tried to divert his attention to other things by playing with the sheets or fiddling with his fingers.
Bou wanted to do the same, wanted to look for something in the room that would take away the white elephant off the center. But then someone has to fill away the empty space, clear away the strange air that was just too unbearable.
“I like the bracelet” Bou whispered.
Miyavi looked up from his fingers, what was that he heard? “What was that you said?”
Bou suddenly felt his hatred, “Nothing, bastard! I hate you more than ever now and I bet you’re just thinking up of ways to get me hurt, aren’t you?! That’s why you had everyone from my class beat me up!”
“No, they did it on their own accord!” Miyavi couldn’t help it if he had such a short temper. “At least say thank you! I saved you back there!”
“Don’t expect me to believe you one bit!” the blond carried on the tirade as if he didn’t just suffer a life threatening incident, “And thanks to your lackeys, all my books and notes are gone! What am I going to do now huh? I also don’t have a bag! No thanks to your stupid drones!”
“Well, I’m fucking sorry-”
“Sorry is not enough, asshole” Bou crossed his arms, “It’s not going to get me my notes back… I can’t have low grades! Because the school has me at their ends since I can’t pay most of the fees, I need to have good grades or else I’m out of this place… which isn’t really such a bad idea..”
“I’ll help you get your notes”
“Oh really?” the blond smirked in disbelief, “How can you? Not when your asshole stupid friends went to the trouble of ripping each and every of my stuff to shreds”
Miyavi looked at Bou; it was the first time the blond seen Miyavi wear a serious expression. His ore-sama looks doesn’t count. It almost scared him, scared him more than all those who ganged against him.
“Don’t worry, I have ways”
The femme gulped, not sure if he’s going to like any of these ways Miyavi had in mind.
"Well, whatever" Bou rolled his eyes, trying to get his act together. He was not going to be thankful.
At least, not out loud.
A/N: I know this is a ridiculous jump, but I just want to run ahead. I’m sorry if it’s not really well written- but then when did I ever write anything good? I just want to update this and I can’t say how sorry I am if everything is confusing!
And I guess I won’t be updating this for a while since I’m going on a vacation and I can’t bring my laptop with me. Sorry guys! I already started on the next chapter, so I’ll just finish it when I come back. Toodles. ^_____^
Author: EarnestInBerlin
Theme: 009. Blood
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Sometimes, when no one’s looking… I pretend I own tetsu…
Comments:: Sorry if I’m going to speed up things with this chapter, but I really just want to establish things already, so if you think the flow is irrational, then you can bash my impatience! So sorry!!
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
He tapped a pencil and put on his right ear before he took out the box he uses to keep special items. It was a small box that used to hold a really tasty- yet very expensive- cupcake. Now all it held was a pin he got from Teruki, a couple of old notes, a small doll Miku made for him and Miyavi’s bracelet. Bou couldn’t admit it but somehow, he felt really special having the Tiffany bracelet in his ownership. He pulled it out and looked at the intricate design, the diamonds were so tiny, and how can people work with this?
Then he pushed it back, he’s supposed to give it back! This was Miyavi’s way of trying to get to him! If he wants to show Miyavi business, then he should be strong!
“Why do I suck so bad” Bou slumped on the table, he faced the wall and saw the white dress Miyavi made him wear. It was really nice- “Oh god, NO!” He grabbed his hair annoyance. “I will not be taken by you, Miyavi!!” The blond stood up and grabbed the dress, shoes then shoved them inside his closet and shut his closet tight. “There, I won’t have to see your ugly faces again!”
But when he sat back down on his desk, he saw the bracelet. The femme took it in his hands and wrapped the chain around his wrist.
“I really can’t do this” he sweat dropped knowing full well he was smitten by the cute design.
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“Hm…” Doiha thought to himself, lunch time and a hand to his chin in contemplation. Bou sat in front of him, waiting for his judgment on the incident the other day.
Just like Miku, Doiha- and the rest of the school- were shocked to find the blond able, without scratch and mostly, alive after a day of absence. Maybe it was the fact that Bou was the only student alive to ever stand up to Miyavi, but for some reason the student body has yet to pull tricks on him yet. Yes there were the snares and the evil looks from strangers, but compared to his first few days, today was just a walk in the park.
His raven haired friend hugged him in public and spun him around; he was so worried about the femme. He didn’t mind the stares that followed them or the poisonous whispers that tried to break them.
“Firsts things first, what happened to you? Everybody was all intent that they find your remains in some deserted alleyway!” Doiha begged Bou for information, not wanting to miss out on any details, he’s starting to doubt the power of this Miyavi person, and he can’t even hurt this girl! And they say he was some tyrant, “Don’t skip out on details, this whole Red Card affair is just getting too interesting…”
“Yeah, I know! It’s just… surreal!” Bou exclaimed, not sure how to tell him of his torture- though he can’t really call it that, since it was actually nice being pampered though he has absolutely no recollection whatsoever of the said pampering. He told him about being kidnapped and waking up to wearing a dress and having to wear expensive things (“Gem Cerey? He did not say that brand. God, at least he has the decency to give you some Tiffany’s”), then he had to about the whole affair with his mother and of course the argument between his friends and such. Though he had to leave that part about his gender being found out…
“Woah… well… that’s something…” the raven haired boy said, though the look on his face was a strange assortment of emotions, “Are you sure this was the same ore-sama who beats people up? I mean usually, people who hurt people don’t give them make-”
“Yeah, I swear, Doiha!” the blond said, “I’m not making this up!!”
“The same guy who beat the Mickey out of Takanori…?”
“The very same asshole!” then something struck Bou, “Doiha, how did you know about Takanori?”
“Huh… I mean… um, well… it’s just that…” the raven haired boy scratched the back of his head, a helpless smile spreading on his face, “It’s just that these rumors were floating around and isn’t Takanori the brother of that rich guy… What’s his name again? O… Ogawa, yeah-”
“Ooh…” Bou slapped his forehead, of course, it’s not like as if he’s the only one who knows Takanori. Maybe Doiha heard it through the gossips, “My bad, for a second there I almost thought you actually know Takanori!”
“Never met Takanori personally, though I’ve been to conventions where he and brother were part of” Doiha fiddled with his fingers, looking a bit distant all too suddenly the smile on his face taking an almost sad hint to it, “And his brother is quite nice, of course… that’s what I heard, since… You know, I never really met them directly”
“Wow, Takanori has a brother?” Bou exclaimed, rather surprised at this revelation, “I never knew that! I mean, they have different last names”
“Well, Takanori and his brother have different fathers, but one mother” the raven haired boy shrugged, Bou wanted to ask the other how does he know such things when the other answered his question before he could even ask it, “Well, it’s normal, you know… I mean, I don’t know who my real parents are. I’m not exactly very Japanese looking, though I have really Asian looking parents”
“Wow… so does that mean-”
“I’m adopted? Guess so”
“Sorry if I-”
“Don’t worry, I’m used to it, people would even talk about it right in front of me sometimes. I got used to it”
Bou just frowned and mentally slapped himself for his tactlessness. Seriously, if it was someone else, he’d been slammed against the wall for being so disrespectful. It was good that Doiha was just a really good person.
“Hey you know… this might be a weird guess and all but…” Doiha started a small grin playing at his lips, “But… do you think Miyavi might be… courting you?”
“What!? Doiha! He wants to kill me! Why would he do that?? He wants my fucking neck!”
“I don’t know” the raven haired boy chuckled, “But it’s kinda possible, you know…?”
Bou bit his lower lip, and looked anxiously at the side. He didn’t see the strange glint in Doiha’s eyes.
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It was almost like a miracle, Miyavi walking in the middle of the halls of Holy Garden all the while on the phone. At the very sight of him, one of the teachers fainted and a student had to carry her to the infirmary. Miyavi skips school on a daily basis and to at least see him somewhere other than the cafeteria where he does his judgment is like seeing the devil running around in his underwear.
He actually doesn’t know why he was there, it’s just he had this great urge to look for the blond. And that was just weird. Really weird.
“Damn, I don’t have anyone else…” Miyavi bit his thumb, as he dialed the number on his phone.
Ayumi, Miyavi’s sister, the very one who carried him to the park that one fateful day his manliness was marred. She was a very beautiful girl, married to a wonderful man named Ken Kitamura, some American-based Japanese man who owns a chain of hotels and businesses in the States. Miyavi met Ken and from what he could tell, the guy’s really nice though he still resents the man secretly for taking away his sister. As much as he hated calling the woman, Miyavi didn’t have a choice. Seeing as Gackt is busy, especially with the news that he’s going to France, the only time that man isn’t busy is when he’s asleep. Yoshiki wouldn’t talk to him after that incident with the cross dresser and he is not getting Sugizo involved, seeing as he is deeply infatuated with the blond.
One, two and three rings before the click and there was a voice on the end.
“Um… Onee-chan?” the rich boy started, before he had to pull away his ear from the phone if he ever wants to salvage his ear drum.
“Hey, baby brother! Wow, you called me? Oh my god, are you sure, you’re my brother?? Wait! What have you done to my brother! He’s never called me before! God damn, is this a prank call?? Oh my god, you little asshole you! And in the middle of the night! Wait till I rip your balls out with-”
“Onee-chan, shut up! It’s me Miyavi, what the hell is wrong with you?! Can’t I call my sister without having to destroy my ears in the process??!” he bellowed at the phone, not daring to get it a good few inches to his ear, seeing as the voice on the other line was shrill enough to rip what’s left of his drums to pieces. “Fucking god…”
“Oh… it really is you!” small laughter was heard, “that little mouth of yours is still the same bitch and shit mouth”
“Yeah whatever” the boy rolled his eyes in aggravation at the delay, “Look, I don’t know how to say this but… Fine, I’m… I… have… I have a problem”
“Excuse me…?” the girl on other side of the planet exclaimed, not sure whether what he heard was real or was he hallucinating. After all, it is night time in her place and this might be some prank call, “Because my baby brother would never call me just because… Oh my god… Who are you?!”
“Can you please shut the hell up?! Don’t think its special okay! Gackt’s going to France because of Mana and the only time I can actually call him is when he’s not even awake!” the autocrat defended himself before anything mushy comes from his sister could add to her rant, “And the other guys suck balls when it comes to this”
“And fat chance you’re getting anything from Ma”
Miyavi was thankful they were on phone, and that the girl was millions of miles away from him in New York. He didn’t want to her to see the silly smile on his face, “Yeah that too…”
He heard a small yawn on the other side of the phone, “Well then, shoot, what’s the problem?”
“I… I think” he scratched the back of his head, how was he going to say this without his sister turning into a spasm of screams? “You have to promise me you will not scream! Because if you’re going to do that, I might as well just solve the problem myself!”
“Fine, fine!” the girl in New York even went as far as to make a cross over her chest, even though Miyavi will never see it, “I promise not to destroy your sense of hearing”
“Here goes… Onee-chan… remember that bracelet we bought at Tiffany’s?”
“Oooh, yeah of course!” then he heard her laugh softly over the phone, “You were so protective of it and you wouldn’t let anyone touch it because you said you only want the person you really like the most to have it-”
“Irecentlygaveittosomeone” he said rather hastily, almost hoping that she just didn’t understood what he said.
“E-e-e-excuse me?? You did what???!!! No, maybe I’m just hearing wrong… or I guess it is kind too early in the morning here” and she laughed again, though this time it sounded a bit rushed and forced, “Because I think I just heard you say that you just gave away… that bracelet. I mean, seriously Baby brother, that’s like… Apocalypse, you know? It would never happen-”
“I. FUCKING. GAVE. IT. TO. SOMEONE.” The boy emphasized each word, hoping it was enough. He didn’t really want to tell her about the whole thing, seeing as he knows how she will react. Three minutes later, he had to throw away the phone because if he didn’t he was sure whatever made up his head would’ve exploded from the screams that emitted from the speaker.
“God damn it, Onee-chan!” the ore-sama screamed, “I knew I shouldn’t have called you!”
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Bou stretched his arms and sighed in relief. Another lesson in Physics and he felt like his brain was going to turn to mush from all the formulas. He oblivious to the stares that was directed to him, he was used to them by now and they didn’t seem as bad as they were before. He started picking up his books and carefully putting them inside his bag.
There was something odd about the way everyone was moving, but the blond didn’t really pay that much heed. He minded his own business not knowing that everyone actually had a plan. Bou looked up, a look of nonchalance on his face as he saw everyone group on one side of the room apparently all talking about something he shouldn’t be part of.
He shrugged the thought away; it wasn’t like he was interested in their gossip anyway. He stood up and lifted his bag, heading for the doorway. But before he knew it, his classmates already broke from their discussion and a few of them went to block his way.
“Hey, get away!” the blond said, rather annoyed at having some sort of stupid human wall on the only exit of the room, “I want to go home!”
“Hmp! Bitch!” a girl from behind him shouted, “Don’t think you’re so cool and superior!”
“Yeah, who do you think you are?!” someone pulled at his bag, Bou was clutching to it tightly but there was over a group grabbing for his stuff and before he knew it, his only back pack was ripped to pieces. He yelped in surprise as his stuff went falling to the ground- books, papers, notes and whatnot. The blond tried to grab for his things but his classmates went for them first and grabbed each one, he shouted at them to stop. But instead of following him, they went over to the window and started chucking his school things out.
“Hey! Those are my notes!” Bou screamed.
“Well, we don’t take kindly to people who hurt our Ore-sama!” a boy interjected, pushing the blond to the floor.
The blond panicked, his pens and notes were being kicked and shredded. Some laughed at his misfortune while others continued to mock him.
“Ha, looks who’s so cool and all mighty now!” a boy teased Bou, while slowly ripping the blonde’s recent Physics notes. The femme tried to get to the boy but his other classmates prevented him from even getting near. A couple of them grabbed his arms and then pushed him around, the same way they did during his first ambush.
“We’re going to rip you to pieces!” someone threatened him. As he fell on the floor, his hand landed near one of his hard bound books. Without thinking, he grabbed for it and jammed the cover on the first face it hit. Someone got hit all right.
“Ooooooouuuuuuuuuuuucch!!” the boy shouted, he tried to scramble away hoping this was a good diversion, seeing as some of his mates averted their attention to their hurt friend. But before he knew it a whole mob was on him, tried to grab every of his limbs. The femme tried to fight off the people dragging him to the janitor’s shack for their brand of torture. Bou couldn’t do a thing, even as he tried his best to fight off.
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Bou felt a streak of blood going down his mouth; this was certainly not going too well. His hair was in complete disarray and his uniform was deformed due to everyone trying to hurt him. He was sure somewhere; he broke a bone or two. He’s not sure if it was his ribs or his arm, or his entire body, since everywhere hurt like hell.
The femme spent the whole hour being jabbed and having to dodge everyone’s hits. His stuff was now gone, destroyed every bit of it now a particle left in the classroom. And now it was his turn.
“Oh, are you tired?” someone crooned mockingly.
“Me?! Tired!” Bou tried to stand up, someone punched him on the stomach and it hurt really bad, “Give me all you fucking got!”
He stumbled and fell on a boy, who just sneered at him and pushed him away all the while laughing at his pathetic form. Bou was a fighter, but a tired fighter at that and there were bruises on his knees and limbs. It was almost impossible for him to even move, but will power told him to stand up.
“Kyaaa!” he screamed as a girl pulled at his hair, it hurt so bad he felt like his scalp was being ripped off his head.
“You’re so ungirly!” she declared, all of her friends agreed. “And you’re so ugly too! And the stuff you use? Where did you get them? A hundred yen store? Eeew!”
She let go of his yellow hair as he crumbled to the floor, everyone’s been trying to kill him for a while and it was really starting to get to him. He fought back, but having too much opponent was taking its toll on him. He found himself being shoved and kicked, being hit on the head and having his hair pulled in the process. Bou tried to stand up, lifting himself up with broken arms but it just wasn’t working. People hauled him up, trying to get him to stand up.
“Aaaw, you can do more than that!” someone cajoled in his ear, and he tried to push away the pervert who did that. But he felt his arm being twisted in an inhumane manner; all he can do was bite his tongue, not giving the satisfaction of hearing him scream. “Oh come on, you have to be breaking down now. What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“Bitches like these should be punished” someone sneered, flexing his belt right in front Bou and his captors. Bou saw the malicious glint in their eyes and it sparked another wave of panic in him.
“Fucking hell, no way!” he struggled against the hands that were holding too tight. A few of the girls who joined in the bashing session all laughed and even tried to encourage the sudden twist of events.
“Yeah, tell her who she’s messing with!”
“Fuck her right there, maybe she’ll get some sense knocked up in that thick skull of hers”
The boy before him snickered, tying his belt around Bou’s neck making sure to stop all flow of breathe in him. Bou tried to move as much as he can just to stop him from getting it too tight around his neck, but the bastard that was trying to tie the belt slapped him across the face not minding the blood that slowly crawling out of Bou’s mouth.
“Stop moving, shit” the boy angrily said, “If you want this fucking over then you do as we say”
“You can’t tell me what to do!” Bou replied back with chagrin and ire coursing through his veins. He pulled at his arms, even though his strength was slowly draining away.
“Well, that’s just too bad kitty…” the cross dresser gasped as his neck was suddenly being reduced to a size smaller, making it difficult for him to breathe. He bit his tongue, his eyes were already watery from the pain and abuse, he looked up at his abuser and all he saw were a couple of grinning orbs. “Poor kitty, don’t like your collar?”
“Finish him off already for the ore-sama!”
“Yeah, what are you waiting for?!”
“My pleasure” the boy hissed, all too happy to comply when suddenly an all too familiar figure started shoving around the crowd who went tripping on Bou. Before he could even start his chain of abuse to the cross dresser, he was jabbed right on the face by a fast fist. And Bou’s captors suddenly loosened their hold on him. He fell to the floor knees first, his hands hurriedly trying to loosen the belt around his neck. It came off, thankfully and he was able to breathe properly again. He felt arms wrap around him carefully, almost as if trying to protect him from anymore attacks from any of his classmates.
“What the fuck do you guys think you’re doing?!” Miyavi’s all too familiar voice came out from behind him. “Who told you freaks to do this?!”
The blond looked up surprised at the boy who was trying to defend him. Yes, he was sure he was looking at Miyavi, the lip ring was on the right place, and the tattoos on his hand were the same. The horrid hair style- that Bou was starting to like despite himself- which he saw last time, it was still the same; nothing’s changed.
“B-but… she disrespected you, o-o-ores-sam-ma” a girl squeaked in a fearful voice.
“So? Who suddenly gave you the right to do this to her, huh?!” Miyavi asked the group, “I’m waiting for your fucking answer! Who said you can just go around jabbing this girl without my permission?”
“No one did, ore-sama” another boy said, “We just thought-”
“Well, you guys fucking thought wrong” Bou felt he was being lifted and he yelped at the sudden levitation. Miyavi ignored the look on the blonde’s face as he carried him through the crowd and brought him out of the janitor’s shack. No one said a word as the ore-sama went out with the scariest look on his face, carrying the blond in his arms to the clinic.
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The nurse wasn’t really sure what to be surprised, the picture of Bou’s battered body or the picture of Miyavi carrying Bou’s battered body. She rushed the two inside, telling Miyavi to settle the blond boy on the bed so she can check out if he had anything broken. Bou was fine, even though he was badly beaten. Nothing seems wrong, though he might spend the next few days with a limp. And there were black dots of bruises here and there over his skin.
Miyavi looked at Bou’s worn out form, not really sure how to begin what he’s about to say. The blond looked up at him, angry because of the mob and confused as to why Miyavi stopped them from harassing him. This was just not fitting the puzzle right.
“Why did you do that?” Bou asked.
“I… I just… Just want to know if you’re okay” Miyavi forced himself to say, sitting on the chair beside the bed the infirmary offered. He frowned at what they did to Bou, his once really white skin all dirty. Truth be told, Bou was really a cute boy… girl… whatever.
“Why would you want know that?” Bou sneered, cringing as he felt the pain in some part of his body before continuing, “I thought you want me to die? Unless you want to finish the job yourself, just a kick-off with those guys-!!”
“Shut up!” Miyavi bellowed, he wasn't really afraid to show his anger “And people think I'm full of myself, god... look at you!”
"Look at me?!!" Bou felt his blood boil, "Miyavi, take a fucking inspection! Why should I not complain anyway? After all, I wasn't just beaten up like a pulp and well... I guess people do run around punching you in the face as if it was normal... But what do I know? Right?? I'm just a fucking-"
"Okay, fine! Wrong choice of words!" Miyavi waved his arms in the air, knowing wrong choice of words was an understatement. Look, I was just... I don't know... It's this... and I think so... but then I'm not too sure... Oh god this just too confusing "
Bou rolled his eyes again. He saw this scene before, sometimes he wonder which exactly of them is pitiful. From what he saw, the tall boy was just nothing but a confused little kid- heck, he gets confused with his own thoughts!
"Look" Miyavi locked orbs with him, "I... don't feel this way most people... actually, I never felt this way about anyone. At. All. It's just that... after home, and that bracelet? That's not just some expensive shit. Me and my sister-"
"You have a sister?"
"Oh wow, I know, amazing" the autocrat waved a hand in the air, trying to get that topic out of the conversation, "She’s not important right now... It’s that fucking bracelet, okay? It means a lot to me and I don’t know why... I don’t fucking know why I’m giving it you. I promised Onee-chan I’ll give it to the person... yeah, that fucking piece of crud is fucking big deal with me”
This made his pains forgotten and all he could think of was what Miyavi said. He frowned, Miyavi tried to ignore looking at him directly, tried to divert his attention to other things by playing with the sheets or fiddling with his fingers.
Bou wanted to do the same, wanted to look for something in the room that would take away the white elephant off the center. But then someone has to fill away the empty space, clear away the strange air that was just too unbearable.
“I like the bracelet” Bou whispered.
Miyavi looked up from his fingers, what was that he heard? “What was that you said?”
Bou suddenly felt his hatred, “Nothing, bastard! I hate you more than ever now and I bet you’re just thinking up of ways to get me hurt, aren’t you?! That’s why you had everyone from my class beat me up!”
“No, they did it on their own accord!” Miyavi couldn’t help it if he had such a short temper. “At least say thank you! I saved you back there!”
“Don’t expect me to believe you one bit!” the blond carried on the tirade as if he didn’t just suffer a life threatening incident, “And thanks to your lackeys, all my books and notes are gone! What am I going to do now huh? I also don’t have a bag! No thanks to your stupid drones!”
“Well, I’m fucking sorry-”
“Sorry is not enough, asshole” Bou crossed his arms, “It’s not going to get me my notes back… I can’t have low grades! Because the school has me at their ends since I can’t pay most of the fees, I need to have good grades or else I’m out of this place… which isn’t really such a bad idea..”
“I’ll help you get your notes”
“Oh really?” the blond smirked in disbelief, “How can you? Not when your asshole stupid friends went to the trouble of ripping each and every of my stuff to shreds”
Miyavi looked at Bou; it was the first time the blond seen Miyavi wear a serious expression. His ore-sama looks doesn’t count. It almost scared him, scared him more than all those who ganged against him.
“Don’t worry, I have ways”
The femme gulped, not sure if he’s going to like any of these ways Miyavi had in mind.
"Well, whatever" Bou rolled his eyes, trying to get his act together. He was not going to be thankful.
At least, not out loud.
A/N: I know this is a ridiculous jump, but I just want to run ahead. I’m sorry if it’s not really well written- but then when did I ever write anything good? I just want to update this and I can’t say how sorry I am if everything is confusing!
And I guess I won’t be updating this for a while since I’m going on a vacation and I can’t bring my laptop with me. Sorry guys! I already started on the next chapter, so I’ll just finish it when I come back. Toodles. ^_____^