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Title: My Heart Draws A Dream!
Author: EarnestInBerlin
Theme: 012. Candle
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Don’t worry, in a few years’ time, I will OWN them.<-- of course, this will only happen in my dreams because the chances of that happening in real life is like… zip.
Comments:: Baaaah, sorry if my updates aren’t as fast as they used to be but my real life is trying to pull me back right now.
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
Yoshiki carried a small box of scented candles to the table as Sugizo was busy trying to reach level nine on his Playstation portable.
“Hey, what are those?” the red head asked, actually not interested as he tried his best to fight off the big monster that was closing in on him.
“Scented candles for my sisters and mom. They’re all scented according to what color, supposed to be therapeutic and I think my sister would love these…” Yoshiki held the multicolored candles up for his friend to see, “I got these off from Yamaguchi, aren’t they cute?”
“Yeah, cute…” the red head took a three second look at the things and went back to his game. His interruption caused him his life and when he looked back, he found that he has lost control of his character and he was well done going to the death row. “What?! Hey, that was unfair!!”
“Seriously, Sugizo, I wonder how you even get a date! You’re so childish!” the blond raised a brow at his friend’s lack of maturity. The blond reached over the table for some of the drinks and poured himself. “i hope Miyavi's fairing well... I mean he's not exactly a smooth talker and he wants to go out on a date! That blond girl… boy… whatever was right; Miyavi is seriously a dumb ass”
“Hey, I don’t think it’s all that dumb you know” the red head recovered from his defeat, “I think it’s quite brave though I guess he picked the wrong person to do it with… and it had to be a guy!”
“You see how that cross dresser jab Miyavi?” Yoshiki shook his head, “So fucking Kodak, too bad I don’t have camera… that doesn’t happen a lot you know”
“The correct question is if I have not” Sugizo exclaimed, “Damn that bitch is hot, why can’t Miyavi get one of those bimbos at school? I’ll have that blond anytime, he’s just… sexy for even doing that”
“Yeah, well the card’s taken” Yoshiki grinned, “So there goes any chances of playing the game”
“You know, I’m quite interested in his Doiha friend”
“Sugizo, I told you! Not from school, it be complicated-”
“No, it’s not that, Yoshiki!” the redhead started, “Don’t you… don’t you have the feeling that you’ve met him before? You’re family belongs to the Yakuza, I tried looking for his name around and got nothing! Maybe you know something”
“Why were you looking information about him anyway?” the blond asked.
“It’s just that… I don’t know but something about the way he looks. I think I know I’ve seen that face before I just can’t place where but I know…”
“I don’t know really… what’s his name again? Doi Hachirou…? Poor guy, having such a weird name like that” then Yoshiki added, “Don’t read too much of it, sometimes I get gut feelings especially with the nature of my family, but then they sometimes come out as false so there’s no use trying to be concerned over something useless”
“Yeah…” Sugizo frowned, though the suspicious feeling in his chest still there.
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Bou and Miyavi stood on both ends of the elevator, both fuming at the other for the horrible things that’s been happening to them. The tall autocrat leaning on the steel walls, burying his hands inside the pocket of his jeans, not daring to steal a look at Bou who was doing the same as he. Bou once again, crossed his arms over his chest and bit his lower lip- it was starting to become a habit of his. His face was set in an almost perpetual frown at the whole affair.
“Are we there yet?” Bou hissed from the side of his lips.
“I don’t know” Miyavi sulked, trying his best not to look over at Bou’s side.
“This thing is taking its time…” the blond followed suit and started kicking softly at the floor. He looked up and frowned, “Miyavi why is that not moving!?”
Miyavi followed the direction of Bou’s finger and looked up at the indicator for the floors they’ve progressed to. But instead of seeing of a light to tell them what floor they’re on, there was actually no light at all.
“Huh…?” his eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment as his hand reached blindly for the buttons, his eyes were still stuck on the indicator above. He pressed mindlessly at the numbers, pushing it far more than necessary, yet there was no light on and it seemed like the elevator they’re in still hasn’t moved from its spot.
“What on earth are you doing?!” Bou said going over to Miyavi and slapped his hand from jabbing the numbers too hard, “See! The fucking elevator’s broken!!”
“Just for one second, can you please not blame me for anything?!” Miyavi said, pulling back his slapped away hand, “I did not do anything to it! I swear to god!”
“What do you mean, not do anything!” the blond pushed Miyavi slightly, “Then why is this thing not moving?! Please explain that to me!!”
“I will if you, for once: Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” the tall boy said, clutching Bou’s shoulders and making the crazed blond still, “I have no idea what just happened, so unless you cooperate with me we are certainly not going anywhere… Not like we have that luxury anyway”
Bou nodded though his body suddenly felt like a jar of gelatin, a steady pace of alarm rising in his chest. It’s not that he was afraid of being harassed by Miyavi in that way- one kick to the groin and he’s safe for the night. It’s the space that bothers him; yes the apartment he and Miku share is like matchbox but at least he has breathing space. Here, it’s just this one tiny square where he has to share oxygen with the boy who might be plotting to kill him in the next hour.
Miyavi banged his fist on the door, “Hey! Anyone out there! We’re fucking stuck down here!!”
The blond looked worriedly at his surroundings, “Exactly how long are down here? There can’t be that little people out now”
“Damn my cell phone’s dead” Miyavi knew he should’ve used his other phone; he spent the whole night talking with his sister on this phone. “Did you bring yours?”
The cross dresser reached for his pockets and tried to check his jacket, but to no avail.
“Oh great… we’re doomed” the ore-sama softly hit his head on the steel wall.
Bou just fell to the floor, wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin on his knees. He felt the way as Miyavi did with their current situation and is starting to feel the frustration seep in. What if nobody comes to check on them? It was a horrible though, being stuck in a place like that. He felt his head, trying to shake his brain a bit. The thoughts inside his skull were starting to collide.
“What are we going to do…?” Bou moaned, calming himself by counting one to ten slowly in his head. He was still on the floor, his hand over his ears trying to keep the flow insanity from running too far a distance. Then he looked up at the tall boy, “What time is it anyway?”
“I have absolutely no idea… I’m not a watch person and I don’t think my bastard of a cell phone’s going to help us any right now” Miyavi slid down beside Bou and just looked hopelessly forward at their situation, “The best we can do is just… stay put, give or take by tomorrow- if we’re lucky- we’d be out of here”
“But what if we don’t get out? I don’t want to stay here forever!” He knows he sounded childish, but it was a possibility, and a very likely one in their case.
“Hey, hey” the autocrat tried to sound reassuring, “You have me”
“That makes its worst!” the blond was close to tearing out his hair.
“I’m not as bad of a company as you think!”
“And I’m not even going to think about that!” Bou said, as he moved himself away from the autocrat, “I can’t believe how this day is turning out! First, I was dragged and humiliated in front of so many people then I get stuck in an elevator! And of all people… you!”
“Hey, cut me some slack, bomb shell” Miyavi sneered, “I was trying my best to make it look like a date while all you did was complain again and again! You know, you can be such a brat yourself!”
“Well, I can’t help it if I’m not used to this kind of thing and especially to someone’s who’s off to chop my head-”
“Fucking stop that” the ore-sama gritted his teeth, he had his hands up and looked ready to just pull at Bou’s hair but he didn’t move from his spot “Can you not see what I am trying to do?! I am trying… to fucking… make…” and instead of words some sort of weird noise went spilling out his mouth.
The blond cocked his head to the side with a questioning brow up, the blond was sure Miyavi was trying to talk to him though he wasn’t sure if he was still talking in Japanese or Arabic.
“… Look, you see…?” Miyavi drabbled, trying to make an invisible square, for whatever purpose it may serve Bou did not see the relevance between his incomprehensible explanations to his weird actions, “…. When a person is like… or when you know… and it kind of gets like this… It’s not that hard, but right… how do people say these kinds of things…? It’s that thing, you know… and I guess it’s… not easy at all but I guess…”
Bou lips curled, more out of pity than irritation, Miyavi wasn’t really good at the whole expressing himself deal. “Miyavi…”
“I… I don’t know really… I mean-” he scratched around for words looking at the ceiling then looking at his hands, he drabbled on about consent and about cake to which Bou couldn’t latch on to.
“Miyavi…”
“And I’m not sure what to do so I thought this might work but it’s not working and you’re still unhappy and I’m so fucking frustrated” the tall boy just wouldn’t stop talking, his dissatisfaction with how everything turned out just kept spilling out his mouth.
“Miyavi, stop okay!” Bou went over to Miyavi, and did something he was sure he will regret a bit later on. The blond wrapped his arms around the ore-sama’s neck, pulling the boy close to him. It must be because of Miyavi being taller than him, but the blond found himself in a semi-kneeling position.
The ore-sama felt his heart run so wildly, his eyes widened and he so badly wanted to say something about this. But the blond wouldn’t let him say a word, what with his speech and all. Nonetheless, there was that nagging feeling in his chest that told him to shut his mouth unless he wants to ruin the mood.
“I’m sorry, too you know it’s just that maybe… I’m not used to having someone treat me this way!”
The pretty boy pulled him out until they were arm’s length from each other, rested his hands on top of the ore-sama’s shoulders. “I know how it feels to have people hate you so much… and I also know how it feels to have people love you too. But I never knew anyone to do the same thing at the same time!”
Miyavi nodded, looking down a bit on the floor.
“Yeah, I guess… this was a stupid idea”
“Well… I don’t think that, really…” Bou remarked, going back to his original position, scratching the back of his head and the small guilt on his chest biting at his heart. “I’m at fault, showing up late and not even apologizing. But I guess I did one thing right”
And he lifted up his wrist and showed Miyavi the still glittering bracelet. The ore-sama just stared at it, he knew it was there the whole time, “Thanks for wearing that…”
“I don’t know why I can’t take it” the blond held his wrist to his chest, caressing softly at the small diamonds and delicate chain, “I don’t do accessories, never. You can ask my roommate, and you can see my room, I have girl clothes but no girl accessories. People gave me stuff but I never got around to using them but this thing is different. And I don’t know if it’s the brand but… I don’t know why”
There was a moment of awkward silence between them where Miyavi just looked blankly at the door that won’t budge and Bou just looked down while trying to define the silence they trapped themselves in.
“Um… so that guy… you’re always with” Miyavi broke the ice with a chisel carefully, “Is he your…?”
“Doiha? Boyfriend? No!” the blond waved his hand furiously, the raven haired boy was nice but Bou never saw him that way “He doesn’t even… know about, well… that”
“He doesn’t? Well, I guess that’s understandable” the boy replied, knowing full well what that means. Deep inside the tall autocrat sighed in relief, “I mean there are some things you don’t tell people after all… is he your only friend?”
“I have other friends too… You remember that brunette you saw when you went over to my apartment?”
“Was he your boyfriend?”
“You’re so annoying; no, he is not my boyfriend! Miyavi what is up with you and the guys I make contact with? Not every man I meet is my boyfriend, most especially not you!”
“Nothing! Nothing!” Miyavi copied Bou and waved his hands to show there was absolutely nothing wrong, “I was just curious, can’t a person be curious??”
“If curious means asking me every man I know is my boyfriend then… No!” Bou crossed his arms.
“Fine I’ll stop asking about that!” Miyavi agreed, let out steam for a while before going asking Bou again about his friends in a small voice.
“Well, I’m living with Miku right now, he goes to another school just near the place where we work” Bou said, spinning a pointing finger slowly in the air, “I have other friends too, Kanon is just hard to contact while my other friend Teruki’s… not in the country”
There was a change in the mood, Miyavi studied the way Bou said the last name, his mood changed a bit. For some reason, the rich boy felt a bit of contempt at this unknown Teruki person. The softness that came upon the blond, it was nice he wants Bou to act the same way when his name is mentioned too.
Bou doesn’t know why he’s telling Miyavi all of this, it’s not like they were even friends to begin with. He started hating Miyavi again, the boy made him talk about Teruki and he’s been trying so hard to forget about the guy. It’s not that Teruki was a bad person; on the other hand, Teruki was opposite to everything Miyavi is. Though he was rich like the other boy, so far the only thing they have in common.
He doesn’t like thinking about Teruki because he has to be reminded of the really big gap between them now. Back then when they all go to the same school, it was just so easy. Just easy to tell him how he really feels, but he never took the chance. And now that the other boy was miles away, it made Bou so sad that he might never have the second chance to tell him how he feels.
“Hey, so how about your friends?” Bou shook his head and tried to steer clear from him. He doesn’t want to think about Teruki anymore. “I mean are those two the only people you go around with? And what happened to Gackt, he’s not around anymore…”
“Yeah… they’re the only people I like calling friends and Gackt’s not around because he’s fucking in love with his half brother” Miyavi said with an obvious distaste in mouth.
“He’s what…?” surely, you don’t go around hearing people falling in love with their sibling everyday; especially the ones with the same gender.
“Gackt’s going to France in a month I guess” the tall boy rolled his eyes, pulling his legs to himself and rested his arms on his knees, “I’m just pissed off… he didn’t tell us sooner… I mean…”
“Wait… don’t tell me his brother’s name is… Mana?” Bou still vividly remembers that meeting in the café, the beautiful woman and Gackt coming in to fetch her.
“Yeah… how did you know? Oh wait…” Miyavi looked at him confused at first but then he after the short conversation in the telephone with Gackt that other time came to mind. “You met them both right?”
“Mana’s a man?!”
“Duh, it’s in his name” Miyavi said, almost as if it was the most logical thing in the world. “Mana, MAN-A”
“That’s not the point!” Bou exclaimed, “If I call myself Boy… wait… Well if… no that’s not right!”
They talked about stupid things, about how Miyavi scrapped his knees when he was younger in Australia trying to chase a kangaroo. Then the blond ranted how he hated wearing kimonos because it’s usually too snug on him. Then they laughed at the same time as they both shared something from their childhood, Miyavi about spreading chocolate stains on his mother’s expensive dresses (“Hey, she’s a bitch and I was a little kid with a pea for brain, what would you expect?”). And went at awe with how Bou can fight off any aggressor (“I always make sure no one can touch me, just because I like being a girl doesn’t have to mean I have to be weak like one”).
Then Bou noticed how Miyavi started to look pale, he tried his best to stay in the conversation but he faltered a bit. His hand going over to his forehead trying to keep up with a headache that won’t go away.
“Are you okay…?” Bou then remembered his little stunt in the afternoon as he felt Miyavi’s hot forehead. “You’re hot!”
“I know…” the autocrat grinned at him weakly.
“Not that way, you dumbass!” he resisted the urge to hit him because Miyavi was obviously not feeling well.
“No… No, I’m okay; I’m just having a headache, you’re just overreacting…” he trailed as he suddenly started to fall forward in Bou’s direction. The blond was surprised at first; very much panicky at how Miyavi just went down. But then he took Miyavi in his arms, putting the latter’s head on his lap slowly, hoping Miyavi was okay.
“Don’t worry, Meevs” on a normal day, the two would have questioned the nickname, but then there were more pressing matters to attend to. The femme took off his jacket and put it around Miyavi, hoping it might help warm up the other boy. “You feel better?”
Miyavi curled in the makeshift blanket, true he doesn’t feel well. Actually his brain was going to burst any moment from the pain. And he was burning, he could feel that. He felt a tad bit strange having to lie on Bou’s lap, maybe it was because he doesn’t do this. No one at the mansion would ever let him lie on their laps.
On second thought, he doesn’t even remember being sick.
“You know… I don’t feel that bad” Miyavi said softly, looking up at Bou who was looking down at him with a small worried expression. “Apart from you, my sister was the only person who did this thing”
“Letting you sleep on her lap?” and for some reason the ice that in Miyavi’s heart melted as he saw Bou’s face change from worry to a small beam.
“Yeah… I don’t remember anyone doing this to me except for her” the autocrat said, “You know, since you hate me so much why don’t you just try to hurt me right now? I mean now is your chance”
“I couldn’t do that… not now that you’re feeling bad” Bou brushed away the strands of hair on Miyavi’s forehead, feeling the warm sensation of the boy’s fever. “Oh shit, you’re really hot!”
“We already established that fact…” Miyavi said in a small proud voice, curving the urge to laugh.
And this time, Bou didn’t hesitate to hit Miyavi (though not very hard) on the head, “I told you dumb ass, not that way!”
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The blond woke up with a start, not exactly sure how on earth he ended up falling asleep. But when he got out of his dreamless sleep he found that Miyavi has used his lap as his pillow as he curled on the floor to blond. The femme had half a mind to shove the stupid boy off him, but something about seeing Miyavi like this just made the thought go away.
And the fact that he was the reason the boy got into a fever still made the guilt in his chest proud.
He cocked his head to the side, if truth be told if some of those tattoos weren’t there and the piercings just taken away… Miyavi actually looked a lot like a cute panda and the thought caused Bou to giggle.
“We’re not both used to this kind of thing obviously” the blond smiled warmly, trying to look at the ore-sama on the face “But Miyavi; you can’t force me to like you just like that… You know? I… I honestly don’t trust you a lot”
“No, not even now but I know you can’t hurt me at this moment however… if you try to do anything funny I’m not going to hesitate punching you in that place where the sun doesn’t shine” the cross dresser raised an eye brow a bit threateningly, “I’m not a girl, so I don’t punch like one”
“I don’t know what you like about me, and I don’t know why you’d go to all the trouble. I’m not special, I don’t have any talents I could brag and I am not some cute doll you can show off to your friends. I’m as much as rude as you are and I don’t think I will ever find anyone who will like me for who I am…”
The blond took a small sigh and continued.
“I should seriously apologize, I know that. But it’s kind of hard doing that, especially when you’re the reason behind everything’s that been happening to me! The bad stuff and well… the good stuff too”
“But I hope you understand that… I have someone else I like also, I told you about him. Not as detailed but I still told you about him” the femme brushed a few strands off the ore-sama’s sleeping face, “Though, with everything going on, it’s starting to get hard and confusing. Are you seriously trying to make me like you? Everyone’s saying so, but I can’t find myself to believe that just yet. Maybe if you give me more time, please? That person I like means so much to me and I to him…”
He lowered his head until his lips met Miyavi’s forehead, he gave a little peck. It was a bit gross, feeling the sweat the boy emitted from the heat and the fever but Bou didn’t really mind.
“I guess you’re a good guy under the exterior right?” the blond whispered, his face looking down with his hair curtaining his expression.
Miyavi just snored in reply.
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“Hey… Miss… Miss” someone poked Bou; the blond waved a hand at the offending finger. He even went as far as to reply something ridiculous as “Miku, give me five more minutes”
“Seriously, kids these days…” it took that and the blond snapped. Miyavi was still lying in his lap, dozing away without a care in the world until the blond jerked him awake.
“Oh my god!” Bou yelped, from where he could obviously see the door to the elevator open. On the other side were three men all in jumpsuits, obviously the ones who were to fix the
“What the fuck can’t you see…” the autocrat swore and then trailed as he realized the situation they were in.
Then one of the men who were to fix the elevator went over to them and helped the shocked couple up. His other two companions just shook their heads saying something about kids being too much these days.
“Seriously kids” the man whispered with a small smile as the two got up. Since the two were a bit dazed, the man took it upon himself to guide the couple right to the opening before muttering “If you really want to do these things, you should do it in a hotel”
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The blond and the tall boy laughed on the streets, Bou holding on to Miyavi’s arms as the laughter made him want to double over. Miyavi had to lean on the nearest wall just so he could stand up straight. In actuality, they never knew when they started laughing but the moment they went out and broke into a run, somewhere along the time they just started snorting (on Miyavi’s part, Bou would like to point out) and giggling and before they know it they just wouldn’t stop themselves from laughing.
It was early morning, and there weren’t much people around. The only person to have witnessed their folly was a man who was taking an early walk.
“Oh my god… I can’t believe that happened!” Miyavi said, suddenly pulling Bou in a hug. “What did that guy said?! I’m just… I don’t know with you but that was really fun”
Not minding the bear hug, the blond let himself be pulled in the other’s arms. He buried his face on Miyavi’s chest and just let his laughter produce tears. He couldn’t help it, and to think their date ended in total disaster the other day.
Both their knees broke and slowly they fell to the floor, the blond still in Miyavi’s arms as their laughter slowly died down. They looked ridiculous, like two junkies on high sitting on the side of the street.
“Woah… just fucking hilarious... I just wanna...” Miyavi was happy having Bou like this, it was almost as if the world around them didn’t exist anymore. He was happy seeing the blond smiling, it was so fucking better than all those toys he has at home. He didn’t notice but his arms were wrapped too tightly around Bou and he even stole a kiss on top of the blonde’s head.
Bou felt that, he felt how the hug didn’t seem friendly anymore but a bit more possessive. He even felt the small peck Miyavi left on his hair and didn’t even comment. It felt nice being this way.
And for one moment, he almost forgot who on earth Teruki was.
A/N: I AM SO SORRY. I APOLOGIZE. I SUCK SO BAD FOR NOT UPDATING.
I know, I know. I will take it upon myself to slice my hands in a few hours. It’s just that things got a tad bit busy, I went to do icons and my brother’s been hogging the laptop all the time! I also have other stories I want to write down but every time I do… It’s like what the fuck. But hey, update is better than no update right? Right? :D
And yes, that scene up there with Yoshiki and Sugizo was a good excuse to get some candles in the story. XDD I’m keeping my mouth shut about Doiha until the story flows into his direction. And to the person who asked, Teruki might appear, but not now. This arc won’t allow that because it be too complicated.
Well, that is all.
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Author: EarnestInBerlin
Theme: 012. Candle
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: MiyavixBou (main)
Band[s]: Solo Miyavi, Antic Cafe
Disclaimer: Don’t worry, in a few years’ time, I will OWN them.<-- of course, this will only happen in my dreams because the chances of that happening in real life is like… zip.
Comments:: Baaaah, sorry if my updates aren’t as fast as they used to be but my real life is trying to pull me back right now.
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
Yoshiki carried a small box of scented candles to the table as Sugizo was busy trying to reach level nine on his Playstation portable.
“Hey, what are those?” the red head asked, actually not interested as he tried his best to fight off the big monster that was closing in on him.
“Scented candles for my sisters and mom. They’re all scented according to what color, supposed to be therapeutic and I think my sister would love these…” Yoshiki held the multicolored candles up for his friend to see, “I got these off from Yamaguchi, aren’t they cute?”
“Yeah, cute…” the red head took a three second look at the things and went back to his game. His interruption caused him his life and when he looked back, he found that he has lost control of his character and he was well done going to the death row. “What?! Hey, that was unfair!!”
“Seriously, Sugizo, I wonder how you even get a date! You’re so childish!” the blond raised a brow at his friend’s lack of maturity. The blond reached over the table for some of the drinks and poured himself. “i hope Miyavi's fairing well... I mean he's not exactly a smooth talker and he wants to go out on a date! That blond girl… boy… whatever was right; Miyavi is seriously a dumb ass”
“Hey, I don’t think it’s all that dumb you know” the red head recovered from his defeat, “I think it’s quite brave though I guess he picked the wrong person to do it with… and it had to be a guy!”
“You see how that cross dresser jab Miyavi?” Yoshiki shook his head, “So fucking Kodak, too bad I don’t have camera… that doesn’t happen a lot you know”
“The correct question is if I have not” Sugizo exclaimed, “Damn that bitch is hot, why can’t Miyavi get one of those bimbos at school? I’ll have that blond anytime, he’s just… sexy for even doing that”
“Yeah, well the card’s taken” Yoshiki grinned, “So there goes any chances of playing the game”
“You know, I’m quite interested in his Doiha friend”
“Sugizo, I told you! Not from school, it be complicated-”
“No, it’s not that, Yoshiki!” the redhead started, “Don’t you… don’t you have the feeling that you’ve met him before? You’re family belongs to the Yakuza, I tried looking for his name around and got nothing! Maybe you know something”
“Why were you looking information about him anyway?” the blond asked.
“It’s just that… I don’t know but something about the way he looks. I think I know I’ve seen that face before I just can’t place where but I know…”
“I don’t know really… what’s his name again? Doi Hachirou…? Poor guy, having such a weird name like that” then Yoshiki added, “Don’t read too much of it, sometimes I get gut feelings especially with the nature of my family, but then they sometimes come out as false so there’s no use trying to be concerned over something useless”
“Yeah…” Sugizo frowned, though the suspicious feeling in his chest still there.
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Bou and Miyavi stood on both ends of the elevator, both fuming at the other for the horrible things that’s been happening to them. The tall autocrat leaning on the steel walls, burying his hands inside the pocket of his jeans, not daring to steal a look at Bou who was doing the same as he. Bou once again, crossed his arms over his chest and bit his lower lip- it was starting to become a habit of his. His face was set in an almost perpetual frown at the whole affair.
“Are we there yet?” Bou hissed from the side of his lips.
“I don’t know” Miyavi sulked, trying his best not to look over at Bou’s side.
“This thing is taking its time…” the blond followed suit and started kicking softly at the floor. He looked up and frowned, “Miyavi why is that not moving!?”
Miyavi followed the direction of Bou’s finger and looked up at the indicator for the floors they’ve progressed to. But instead of seeing of a light to tell them what floor they’re on, there was actually no light at all.
“Huh…?” his eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment as his hand reached blindly for the buttons, his eyes were still stuck on the indicator above. He pressed mindlessly at the numbers, pushing it far more than necessary, yet there was no light on and it seemed like the elevator they’re in still hasn’t moved from its spot.
“What on earth are you doing?!” Bou said going over to Miyavi and slapped his hand from jabbing the numbers too hard, “See! The fucking elevator’s broken!!”
“Just for one second, can you please not blame me for anything?!” Miyavi said, pulling back his slapped away hand, “I did not do anything to it! I swear to god!”
“What do you mean, not do anything!” the blond pushed Miyavi slightly, “Then why is this thing not moving?! Please explain that to me!!”
“I will if you, for once: Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” the tall boy said, clutching Bou’s shoulders and making the crazed blond still, “I have no idea what just happened, so unless you cooperate with me we are certainly not going anywhere… Not like we have that luxury anyway”
Bou nodded though his body suddenly felt like a jar of gelatin, a steady pace of alarm rising in his chest. It’s not that he was afraid of being harassed by Miyavi in that way- one kick to the groin and he’s safe for the night. It’s the space that bothers him; yes the apartment he and Miku share is like matchbox but at least he has breathing space. Here, it’s just this one tiny square where he has to share oxygen with the boy who might be plotting to kill him in the next hour.
Miyavi banged his fist on the door, “Hey! Anyone out there! We’re fucking stuck down here!!”
The blond looked worriedly at his surroundings, “Exactly how long are down here? There can’t be that little people out now”
“Damn my cell phone’s dead” Miyavi knew he should’ve used his other phone; he spent the whole night talking with his sister on this phone. “Did you bring yours?”
The cross dresser reached for his pockets and tried to check his jacket, but to no avail.
“Oh great… we’re doomed” the ore-sama softly hit his head on the steel wall.
Bou just fell to the floor, wrapped his arms around his legs and rested his chin on his knees. He felt the way as Miyavi did with their current situation and is starting to feel the frustration seep in. What if nobody comes to check on them? It was a horrible though, being stuck in a place like that. He felt his head, trying to shake his brain a bit. The thoughts inside his skull were starting to collide.
“What are we going to do…?” Bou moaned, calming himself by counting one to ten slowly in his head. He was still on the floor, his hand over his ears trying to keep the flow insanity from running too far a distance. Then he looked up at the tall boy, “What time is it anyway?”
“I have absolutely no idea… I’m not a watch person and I don’t think my bastard of a cell phone’s going to help us any right now” Miyavi slid down beside Bou and just looked hopelessly forward at their situation, “The best we can do is just… stay put, give or take by tomorrow- if we’re lucky- we’d be out of here”
“But what if we don’t get out? I don’t want to stay here forever!” He knows he sounded childish, but it was a possibility, and a very likely one in their case.
“Hey, hey” the autocrat tried to sound reassuring, “You have me”
“That makes its worst!” the blond was close to tearing out his hair.
“I’m not as bad of a company as you think!”
“And I’m not even going to think about that!” Bou said, as he moved himself away from the autocrat, “I can’t believe how this day is turning out! First, I was dragged and humiliated in front of so many people then I get stuck in an elevator! And of all people… you!”
“Hey, cut me some slack, bomb shell” Miyavi sneered, “I was trying my best to make it look like a date while all you did was complain again and again! You know, you can be such a brat yourself!”
“Well, I can’t help it if I’m not used to this kind of thing and especially to someone’s who’s off to chop my head-”
“Fucking stop that” the ore-sama gritted his teeth, he had his hands up and looked ready to just pull at Bou’s hair but he didn’t move from his spot “Can you not see what I am trying to do?! I am trying… to fucking… make…” and instead of words some sort of weird noise went spilling out his mouth.
The blond cocked his head to the side with a questioning brow up, the blond was sure Miyavi was trying to talk to him though he wasn’t sure if he was still talking in Japanese or Arabic.
“… Look, you see…?” Miyavi drabbled, trying to make an invisible square, for whatever purpose it may serve Bou did not see the relevance between his incomprehensible explanations to his weird actions, “…. When a person is like… or when you know… and it kind of gets like this… It’s not that hard, but right… how do people say these kinds of things…? It’s that thing, you know… and I guess it’s… not easy at all but I guess…”
Bou lips curled, more out of pity than irritation, Miyavi wasn’t really good at the whole expressing himself deal. “Miyavi…”
“I… I don’t know really… I mean-” he scratched around for words looking at the ceiling then looking at his hands, he drabbled on about consent and about cake to which Bou couldn’t latch on to.
“Miyavi…”
“And I’m not sure what to do so I thought this might work but it’s not working and you’re still unhappy and I’m so fucking frustrated” the tall boy just wouldn’t stop talking, his dissatisfaction with how everything turned out just kept spilling out his mouth.
“Miyavi, stop okay!” Bou went over to Miyavi, and did something he was sure he will regret a bit later on. The blond wrapped his arms around the ore-sama’s neck, pulling the boy close to him. It must be because of Miyavi being taller than him, but the blond found himself in a semi-kneeling position.
The ore-sama felt his heart run so wildly, his eyes widened and he so badly wanted to say something about this. But the blond wouldn’t let him say a word, what with his speech and all. Nonetheless, there was that nagging feeling in his chest that told him to shut his mouth unless he wants to ruin the mood.
“I’m sorry, too you know it’s just that maybe… I’m not used to having someone treat me this way!”
The pretty boy pulled him out until they were arm’s length from each other, rested his hands on top of the ore-sama’s shoulders. “I know how it feels to have people hate you so much… and I also know how it feels to have people love you too. But I never knew anyone to do the same thing at the same time!”
Miyavi nodded, looking down a bit on the floor.
“Yeah, I guess… this was a stupid idea”
“Well… I don’t think that, really…” Bou remarked, going back to his original position, scratching the back of his head and the small guilt on his chest biting at his heart. “I’m at fault, showing up late and not even apologizing. But I guess I did one thing right”
And he lifted up his wrist and showed Miyavi the still glittering bracelet. The ore-sama just stared at it, he knew it was there the whole time, “Thanks for wearing that…”
“I don’t know why I can’t take it” the blond held his wrist to his chest, caressing softly at the small diamonds and delicate chain, “I don’t do accessories, never. You can ask my roommate, and you can see my room, I have girl clothes but no girl accessories. People gave me stuff but I never got around to using them but this thing is different. And I don’t know if it’s the brand but… I don’t know why”
There was a moment of awkward silence between them where Miyavi just looked blankly at the door that won’t budge and Bou just looked down while trying to define the silence they trapped themselves in.
“Um… so that guy… you’re always with” Miyavi broke the ice with a chisel carefully, “Is he your…?”
“Doiha? Boyfriend? No!” the blond waved his hand furiously, the raven haired boy was nice but Bou never saw him that way “He doesn’t even… know about, well… that”
“He doesn’t? Well, I guess that’s understandable” the boy replied, knowing full well what that means. Deep inside the tall autocrat sighed in relief, “I mean there are some things you don’t tell people after all… is he your only friend?”
“I have other friends too… You remember that brunette you saw when you went over to my apartment?”
“Was he your boyfriend?”
“You’re so annoying; no, he is not my boyfriend! Miyavi what is up with you and the guys I make contact with? Not every man I meet is my boyfriend, most especially not you!”
“Nothing! Nothing!” Miyavi copied Bou and waved his hands to show there was absolutely nothing wrong, “I was just curious, can’t a person be curious??”
“If curious means asking me every man I know is my boyfriend then… No!” Bou crossed his arms.
“Fine I’ll stop asking about that!” Miyavi agreed, let out steam for a while before going asking Bou again about his friends in a small voice.
“Well, I’m living with Miku right now, he goes to another school just near the place where we work” Bou said, spinning a pointing finger slowly in the air, “I have other friends too, Kanon is just hard to contact while my other friend Teruki’s… not in the country”
There was a change in the mood, Miyavi studied the way Bou said the last name, his mood changed a bit. For some reason, the rich boy felt a bit of contempt at this unknown Teruki person. The softness that came upon the blond, it was nice he wants Bou to act the same way when his name is mentioned too.
Bou doesn’t know why he’s telling Miyavi all of this, it’s not like they were even friends to begin with. He started hating Miyavi again, the boy made him talk about Teruki and he’s been trying so hard to forget about the guy. It’s not that Teruki was a bad person; on the other hand, Teruki was opposite to everything Miyavi is. Though he was rich like the other boy, so far the only thing they have in common.
He doesn’t like thinking about Teruki because he has to be reminded of the really big gap between them now. Back then when they all go to the same school, it was just so easy. Just easy to tell him how he really feels, but he never took the chance. And now that the other boy was miles away, it made Bou so sad that he might never have the second chance to tell him how he feels.
“Hey, so how about your friends?” Bou shook his head and tried to steer clear from him. He doesn’t want to think about Teruki anymore. “I mean are those two the only people you go around with? And what happened to Gackt, he’s not around anymore…”
“Yeah… they’re the only people I like calling friends and Gackt’s not around because he’s fucking in love with his half brother” Miyavi said with an obvious distaste in mouth.
“He’s what…?” surely, you don’t go around hearing people falling in love with their sibling everyday; especially the ones with the same gender.
“Gackt’s going to France in a month I guess” the tall boy rolled his eyes, pulling his legs to himself and rested his arms on his knees, “I’m just pissed off… he didn’t tell us sooner… I mean…”
“Wait… don’t tell me his brother’s name is… Mana?” Bou still vividly remembers that meeting in the café, the beautiful woman and Gackt coming in to fetch her.
“Yeah… how did you know? Oh wait…” Miyavi looked at him confused at first but then he after the short conversation in the telephone with Gackt that other time came to mind. “You met them both right?”
“Mana’s a man?!”
“Duh, it’s in his name” Miyavi said, almost as if it was the most logical thing in the world. “Mana, MAN-A”
“That’s not the point!” Bou exclaimed, “If I call myself Boy… wait… Well if… no that’s not right!”
They talked about stupid things, about how Miyavi scrapped his knees when he was younger in Australia trying to chase a kangaroo. Then the blond ranted how he hated wearing kimonos because it’s usually too snug on him. Then they laughed at the same time as they both shared something from their childhood, Miyavi about spreading chocolate stains on his mother’s expensive dresses (“Hey, she’s a bitch and I was a little kid with a pea for brain, what would you expect?”). And went at awe with how Bou can fight off any aggressor (“I always make sure no one can touch me, just because I like being a girl doesn’t have to mean I have to be weak like one”).
Then Bou noticed how Miyavi started to look pale, he tried his best to stay in the conversation but he faltered a bit. His hand going over to his forehead trying to keep up with a headache that won’t go away.
“Are you okay…?” Bou then remembered his little stunt in the afternoon as he felt Miyavi’s hot forehead. “You’re hot!”
“I know…” the autocrat grinned at him weakly.
“Not that way, you dumbass!” he resisted the urge to hit him because Miyavi was obviously not feeling well.
“No… No, I’m okay; I’m just having a headache, you’re just overreacting…” he trailed as he suddenly started to fall forward in Bou’s direction. The blond was surprised at first; very much panicky at how Miyavi just went down. But then he took Miyavi in his arms, putting the latter’s head on his lap slowly, hoping Miyavi was okay.
“Don’t worry, Meevs” on a normal day, the two would have questioned the nickname, but then there were more pressing matters to attend to. The femme took off his jacket and put it around Miyavi, hoping it might help warm up the other boy. “You feel better?”
Miyavi curled in the makeshift blanket, true he doesn’t feel well. Actually his brain was going to burst any moment from the pain. And he was burning, he could feel that. He felt a tad bit strange having to lie on Bou’s lap, maybe it was because he doesn’t do this. No one at the mansion would ever let him lie on their laps.
On second thought, he doesn’t even remember being sick.
“You know… I don’t feel that bad” Miyavi said softly, looking up at Bou who was looking down at him with a small worried expression. “Apart from you, my sister was the only person who did this thing”
“Letting you sleep on her lap?” and for some reason the ice that in Miyavi’s heart melted as he saw Bou’s face change from worry to a small beam.
“Yeah… I don’t remember anyone doing this to me except for her” the autocrat said, “You know, since you hate me so much why don’t you just try to hurt me right now? I mean now is your chance”
“I couldn’t do that… not now that you’re feeling bad” Bou brushed away the strands of hair on Miyavi’s forehead, feeling the warm sensation of the boy’s fever. “Oh shit, you’re really hot!”
“We already established that fact…” Miyavi said in a small proud voice, curving the urge to laugh.
And this time, Bou didn’t hesitate to hit Miyavi (though not very hard) on the head, “I told you dumb ass, not that way!”
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The blond woke up with a start, not exactly sure how on earth he ended up falling asleep. But when he got out of his dreamless sleep he found that Miyavi has used his lap as his pillow as he curled on the floor to blond. The femme had half a mind to shove the stupid boy off him, but something about seeing Miyavi like this just made the thought go away.
And the fact that he was the reason the boy got into a fever still made the guilt in his chest proud.
He cocked his head to the side, if truth be told if some of those tattoos weren’t there and the piercings just taken away… Miyavi actually looked a lot like a cute panda and the thought caused Bou to giggle.
“We’re not both used to this kind of thing obviously” the blond smiled warmly, trying to look at the ore-sama on the face “But Miyavi; you can’t force me to like you just like that… You know? I… I honestly don’t trust you a lot”
“No, not even now but I know you can’t hurt me at this moment however… if you try to do anything funny I’m not going to hesitate punching you in that place where the sun doesn’t shine” the cross dresser raised an eye brow a bit threateningly, “I’m not a girl, so I don’t punch like one”
“I don’t know what you like about me, and I don’t know why you’d go to all the trouble. I’m not special, I don’t have any talents I could brag and I am not some cute doll you can show off to your friends. I’m as much as rude as you are and I don’t think I will ever find anyone who will like me for who I am…”
The blond took a small sigh and continued.
“I should seriously apologize, I know that. But it’s kind of hard doing that, especially when you’re the reason behind everything’s that been happening to me! The bad stuff and well… the good stuff too”
“But I hope you understand that… I have someone else I like also, I told you about him. Not as detailed but I still told you about him” the femme brushed a few strands off the ore-sama’s sleeping face, “Though, with everything going on, it’s starting to get hard and confusing. Are you seriously trying to make me like you? Everyone’s saying so, but I can’t find myself to believe that just yet. Maybe if you give me more time, please? That person I like means so much to me and I to him…”
He lowered his head until his lips met Miyavi’s forehead, he gave a little peck. It was a bit gross, feeling the sweat the boy emitted from the heat and the fever but Bou didn’t really mind.
“I guess you’re a good guy under the exterior right?” the blond whispered, his face looking down with his hair curtaining his expression.
Miyavi just snored in reply.
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“Hey… Miss… Miss” someone poked Bou; the blond waved a hand at the offending finger. He even went as far as to reply something ridiculous as “Miku, give me five more minutes”
“Seriously, kids these days…” it took that and the blond snapped. Miyavi was still lying in his lap, dozing away without a care in the world until the blond jerked him awake.
“Oh my god!” Bou yelped, from where he could obviously see the door to the elevator open. On the other side were three men all in jumpsuits, obviously the ones who were to fix the
“What the fuck can’t you see…” the autocrat swore and then trailed as he realized the situation they were in.
Then one of the men who were to fix the elevator went over to them and helped the shocked couple up. His other two companions just shook their heads saying something about kids being too much these days.
“Seriously kids” the man whispered with a small smile as the two got up. Since the two were a bit dazed, the man took it upon himself to guide the couple right to the opening before muttering “If you really want to do these things, you should do it in a hotel”
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The blond and the tall boy laughed on the streets, Bou holding on to Miyavi’s arms as the laughter made him want to double over. Miyavi had to lean on the nearest wall just so he could stand up straight. In actuality, they never knew when they started laughing but the moment they went out and broke into a run, somewhere along the time they just started snorting (on Miyavi’s part, Bou would like to point out) and giggling and before they know it they just wouldn’t stop themselves from laughing.
It was early morning, and there weren’t much people around. The only person to have witnessed their folly was a man who was taking an early walk.
“Oh my god… I can’t believe that happened!” Miyavi said, suddenly pulling Bou in a hug. “What did that guy said?! I’m just… I don’t know with you but that was really fun”
Not minding the bear hug, the blond let himself be pulled in the other’s arms. He buried his face on Miyavi’s chest and just let his laughter produce tears. He couldn’t help it, and to think their date ended in total disaster the other day.
Both their knees broke and slowly they fell to the floor, the blond still in Miyavi’s arms as their laughter slowly died down. They looked ridiculous, like two junkies on high sitting on the side of the street.
“Woah… just fucking hilarious... I just wanna...” Miyavi was happy having Bou like this, it was almost as if the world around them didn’t exist anymore. He was happy seeing the blond smiling, it was so fucking better than all those toys he has at home. He didn’t notice but his arms were wrapped too tightly around Bou and he even stole a kiss on top of the blonde’s head.
Bou felt that, he felt how the hug didn’t seem friendly anymore but a bit more possessive. He even felt the small peck Miyavi left on his hair and didn’t even comment. It felt nice being this way.
And for one moment, he almost forgot who on earth Teruki was.
A/N: I AM SO SORRY. I APOLOGIZE. I SUCK SO BAD FOR NOT UPDATING.
I know, I know. I will take it upon myself to slice my hands in a few hours. It’s just that things got a tad bit busy, I went to do icons and my brother’s been hogging the laptop all the time! I also have other stories I want to write down but every time I do… It’s like what the fuck. But hey, update is better than no update right? Right? :D
And yes, that scene up there with Yoshiki and Sugizo was a good excuse to get some candles in the story. XDD I’m keeping my mouth shut about Doiha until the story flows into his direction. And to the person who asked, Teruki might appear, but not now. This arc won’t allow that because it be too complicated.
Well, that is all.
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