Gift fic for elizajet
To: elizajet
From: ryogrande
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: Nakamaru Yuichi and the Power of Love
Pairing/Group: mainly Tanaka Koki/Nakamaru Yuichi with Kuroki Meisa/Kato Shigeaki and Nagasawa Masami/Yamashita Rina. As for groups, there are technically six countries' worth of pop stars up in this ho, but the main Johnny's group is KAT-TUN with mentions of (many) others.
Rating: NC-17, obviously.
Warnings: completely gratuitous sex of both the hetero and homosexual persuasion (slash and femme :o), ~magic~, mpreg, magical battle, and brutal death of a non-Asian pop star (forgive me orz). Harry Potter AU, but you don't have to know anything about that universe other than that ~magic~ exists. ;)
Notes: Happy Christmas, elizajet! I am so, so sorry - I saw "high school AU" and this is the first thing that came to mind. Thank you to INP for taking that shot, clapping their hands, spending them dollars, and grabbing a girl, because this is an Inter-National Party.
Summary: In his last year at Kimchi Kimochi Wizarding Academy, Nakamaru Yuichi thought that he would be learning skills to survive in the wizarding world. But as the holidays approached, all he seemed to be learning was the one thing magic couldn't control - love.
\\1//
Yo, my homeskillets,
Los Angeles is Fucking A. I've only been in this school for five minutes and already I'm super popular. There's this girl, I think Koki would like her. She spells her name with a dollar sign, which is so pimp. We already have a study date for after class. She's going to help me with my diction, if you know what I mean. I look forward to it.
Please take care of Kame this year since I know that skinny bitch won't read this. And Yuichi, don't miss me too much. You're the Big Nose on Campus now.
Until next time,
Jin
Nakamaru Yuichi was lost. At just shy of eleven A.M. on September first, people bustled by every which way, heading to their respective destinations without a passing glance at the awkwardly tall young man who was laden with several suitcases and a broomstick. He'd seen stranger things at Shinjinku station in his almost twenty-one years of life.
Usually Jin was the one to lead the way. Akanishi Jin was younger than him, but in the same grade due to the way their birthdays fell. It had never been an issue before, given that the Japanese academic year started in April, but this school district worked on a different schedule. Nakamaru had ended up starting a year late because he had been born three days past the deadline, which he might still be bitter about seven years later.
Now Jin was in America. He'd weaseled his way into studying abroad for his last year, and from the looks of his letter he was settling in fairly well for someone with barely passable English. Nakamaru would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous, but he had a hard enough time finding the right platform to board the train in Japan; he wouldn't last a day in a foreign country.
Nervously, he looked at the display on his cell phone. 10:57. His mother would kill him if he had to take a plane to school, never mind that he didn't actually know where it was. It was his understanding that the campus was located on some remote island in the Sea of Japan that couldn't be seen on any map, and could only be reached by the special train that managed to cross the water without a bridge.
If Nakamaru had learned anything in the past seven years, it was that magic was a strange, selective thing.
10:58. This might be the first time that Nakamaru had actively wished his younger sisters were witches so that they would be here with him, helping him find the right platform. He could never remember what number it was, only that it always made Jin hungry for pie-
"That's it!" he exclaimed out loud, oblivious to the odd stares as he bolted across the station and headfirst into the pillar between platforms three and four.
The brick seemed to hit him back, knocking him right on his ass while the passersby just shook their heads at the idiot who ran full-speed into the middle of a wall.
If his nose didn't already hurt, he would have smacked himself in the face. Casually, he dusted off his pants and leaned a bit to the left, closer to the end than the center. He lost his balance as the pillar disappeared, sending him sprawling onto another platform where the train was getting ready to take off.
"Yucchi!" a familiar voice called frantically. "There you are, thank Johnny. Hurry up! We're going to be late!"
Nakamaru could barely hold onto his luggage as a small but strong form dragged him through the door into one of the passenger carriages. It was a blur of green and blue and burgundy and gold as his vision was still returning into focus, swimming into passable replicas of his classmates with whom he'd been taking this train year after year.
"I knew I should have had you come stay with me," Tanaka Koki was saying, more aggravated than exasperated, like it was his fault that Nakamaru had almost missed their train. "I forgot that Akanishi bailed on us this year."
"He didn't bail," Nakamaru replied, rubbing his nose as he levitated his suitcases down the hallway. "He sent us a letter, by the way. His mail owl has diamond-studded sunglasses, purple feathers, and gold jewelry."
"Not surprising." Koki flung open one of the compartments and hissed at the group of first years who occupied it. "Out, brats."
The scared teenagers scattered and Koki sprawled across their abandoned seats, looking smug.
"I'll never understand how people are intimidated by you," Nakamaru commented, purposely sitting on Koki's legs as he flicked his wand to send his belongings neatly into the overhead racks. "Where's your luggage?"
Without moving, Koki pulled three tiny boxes out of his pocket and poked them with his finger. Instantly, they transformed into full-size Bufu bags and squeezed in next to Nakamaru's.
"Show off," Nakamaru muttered, punching his friend good-naturedly. "Not everyone has an older brother to show them tricks like that."
"You should learn shrinking charms this year," Koki replied nonchalantly. He came from a long line of wizards, the second oldest of five boys, all of whom were known at the school and in the wizarding world for getting into trouble. With Koki, though, it seemed like trouble usually found him.
"There you are!" a cheerful voice sounded as the door to their compartment was flung open and Taguchi Junnosuke waltzed in. "I've been looking everywhere for you guys."
"Clearly we weren't hiding well enough," Koki said dryly. Taguchi was in his year and it was obvious that Koki didn't want to see him any more than was absolutely necessary. "I need to work on my concealment charms."
Nakamaru lifted his arm for an awkward fist-punch. Taguchi grinned and flopped down across from them, folding his hands on his lap and eyeing them in turn. "So how were your summers?"
"Boring," Nakamaru answered honestly. "Hung out with Jin and my sisters. Cruised the Internet. There's nothing to do when you can't do magic."
"The Internet," Koki repeated, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "It still amazes me how your people actually need those metal boxes to communicate with each other."
"Right?" Taguchi agreed. "Have you guys heard of Hoota yet?"
"Hoota is old news," Koki replied. "Nobody but Maagu-lovers are interested in that shit."
Nakamaru narrowed his eyes at the term for non-magic people. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that the Maagu advancement into social networking has caused more harm than good," Koki explained. "Admittedly, I don't know much about it because my family doesn't have anything to do with Maagus, but it seems to me that having a spell where you can send the same message to anyone who will listen is counterproductive. What's the point of actually hanging out and developing one-on-one relationships if I can just scroll through your Hoota to see what you've been up to?"
"I like it," Taguchi said with a shrug.
"You would," Koki told him. "I imagine it's perfect for someone who nobody actually wants to listen to in person."
Taguchi's smile didn't waver. "My eight hundred Hoota friends seem to disagree, but that's okay."
"Eight hundred?" Nakamaru said in awe.
Taguchi winked and lifted his wand. "Nakamaru-kun can be eight hundred and one, if you want."
Nakamaru was torn between Taguchi's bright expression and Koki's glare of disapproval, but thankfully he was saved by the compartment door opening and closing again. In walked the youngest of their group, who was just as stylish and pressed as he had been a few months ago when they'd parted for the summer.
Even after five years, Kamenashi Kazuya still looked nervous around them. He had been Jin's friend first, the two of them inseparable until they got older and became more like rivals. Lately Koki had been taking more of a liking to Kame, which had Nakamaru feeling a little uneasy for reasons he didn't quite understand.
"Hey, I got your hoot," Kame said to Taguchi, who scooted over to make room for him. "They made me a Purii this year, so I had to do the initiation thing. Ueda is on his way."
Kame's Purii badge shone from his blazer, shinier than it should have been due to their youngest's obsessive buffing. Unlike Ueda, Kame was actually pleased to be chosen as the male leader of his class. He deeply enjoyed things like order and rules, even if Nakamaru wasn't too confident in Kame's abilities to enforce them.
Enforcing had never been a problem for Ueda Tatsuya. They all heard him roaring at a group of students to get out of the hallway before making his grand entrance into their compartment, his green-and-silver robes billowing behind him.
"I am so glad this is the last year I have to do this," he announced as he sat next to Kame. "Fucking brats."
Koki nodded his agreement, while Nakamaru gave Ueda a small wave. He'd always felt an alliance with the other man due to their ages being so close; being only a month younger, Ueda had also started wizarding school late. That seemed to be low on the list of things he was angry about, though.
The door to their compartment slid open once more, and five pairs of eyes turned towards the outsider with varying levels of distaste.
"Oh, right," Yamashita Tomohisa said sadly, his pout making Nakamaru's annoyance waver. "Jin's not here this year."
"I got a letter from him," Nakamaru offered. He'd always had a soft spot for the man whom an old senpai had nicknamed 'Yamapi', despite belonging to different Houses. "He seems to be settling well at LAX."
Ueda choked on air. "Did you say LAX?"
"Yeah?" Nakamaru replied nervously, searching his pockets for Jin's letter even though he knew that there was no return address on it. Magical mail couldn't be returned to sender; the owl would just nip at the recipient until they accepted it, particularly overseas ones.
"LAX is an all-girls' school," Ueda informed them all. "The full name is Los Angeles Institute of Witchcraft. Witchcraft. The boys' school is called LAY. X and Y represent the chromosomes." He punctuated his statement with a look that clearly added, "Duh."
Still loitering in the doorway, Yamapi shrugged. "Jin always did make a pretty girl."
"Don't you two hate each other?" Kame spoke up, his finger drifting lightly down his wand as he continuously refreshed his Hoota.
"Only when we're in the same room," Yamapi clarified, nodding like it made complete sense. "Without him, I have no one to compete with. It's kind of lonely."
"That's kind of gay," Kame replied flatly.
Yamapi lifted his wand, but four shouts of Ekkusupirio! quickly disarmed him and sent him flying across the hallway and straight into the carriage opposite theirs. Nakamaru took it upon himself to get up and close the door, but not before he heard a jumble of Japanese and Korean. He ended up with a combination of both in his face.
"Puriis shouldn't use disarming spells on the train," Koyama Keiichiro reprimanded, glaring right over Nakamaru's shoulder at Ueda. Kim Jaejoong stood next to him, looking menacing. "What kind of example are you setting for the younger students?"
"Say that to your Golden Boy," Ueda shot back. "He tried to hex Kame first."
Nakamaru, Koki, Taguchi, and Kame all nodded their agreement.
"I find that hard to believe," Koyama said gently. "I don't understand why our Houses have this indisputable rivalry, but this is my last year and I'm going to do my best to bridge the gap between-"
Jaejoong gasped girlishly as pink bubbles emerged from Koyama's throat, blocking the rest of his words. Koyama glared at each of them in turn, but since none of them had their wands pointed at him, he couldn't pin it on anyone. More bubbles spewed out as Koyama huffed at the four seated students, spun on his heel, and sauntered back to his compartment.
Nakamaru was left staring at Jaejoong, who gulped and tripped over himself as he rushed to join his Housemate. Now faced with an empty hallway, Nakamaru closed the door and focused accusatory eyes on Koki.
"Awesome, right?" Koki said with a sly grin. He lifted his feet so that Nakamaru could sit down properly this time, then dropped them right on Nakamaru's lap. "Wandless magic comes in handy."
Nakamaru just cleared his throat. "So did you guys want to read Jin's letter?"
Nobody answered him. Ueda rolled his eyes and curled up in the corner to take a nap, Taguchi and Kame returned to their Hootas, Koki buried his nose in the latest issue of Witches Gone Wild, and, defeated, Nakamaru figured that now was as good of a time as any to get started on his Ancient Runes reading. That Professor Tablo was a demanding son of a bitch.
They spent the rest of the ride in comfortable silence, as they usually did when they were all together. They would have the whole year to interact, no need to start early. In past years, Taguchi would ignore this unofficial House code and keep trying to strike up conversation, but this year he seemed to be preoccupied with his eight hundred virtual friends.
Nakamaru had never before been so grateful for his people's technological advancements.
\\2//
Dear Jin,
The dorm isn't as cluttered without you. Koki in particular misses your "hot white skank" posters all over the walls. I told him that you were living the real thing now, and he said, "Pictures or it didn't happen." Please address them to him.
Everyone is the same as they were last year. On our first night back, Nino replaced our house flag with Kame's boxers, and everyone made fun of him because they were perfectly ironed with cartoon turtles on them. Typical behavior from our Head of House. He says he misses torturing you, and don't knock up any American witches. Their child support laws are fierce, he hears.
Oh, and apparently Meisa is dating Kato. I don't get it either, but it means that our Houses mingle a lot. Yamapi keeps making snide comments about how this year will be great since you're not here, but then he looks sad when none of us care enough to argue with him. You should write him and make fun of his hair. That would cheer him up.
Time for class! Seventh year is brutal. Doko wishes you well and says to not make our school look bad.
Later,
Yuichi
P.S. Is it true LAX is an all-girls' school?
The last class of the first day left Nakamaru physically and mentally exhausted. Professor Domoto Koichi's Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons were always a workout. He liked to hex students at random while lecturing just to keep them on their toes. Jin, whose reflexes weren't that great to begin with, usually ended up upside-down and hog-tied by the end of the lesson. When all of this year's students countered the sneak attacks, Nakamaru could tell that his favorite professor was disappointed.
"Must you do that at the dinner table?" Kame was saying, turning up his nose to where this year's Head Girl Kuroki Meisa and Head Boy Kato Shigeaki were sucking face right next to him.
Koki's approach was more direct; the plates and bottomless bowls of steaming hot food jumped as he banged his fist on the table and roared, "No Guriffus at the Surii table!"
Meisa slowly pulled away from Kato's mouth, licking her lips as she regarded Koki like one might regard a piece of dog shit on their shoe. "There is no rule that says we can't sit together."
"There should be a rule about PDA," Ueda commented from the end of the table. "As Head Girl, you should know better."
Meisa stuck up her middle finger at him and licked it with a curl of her tongue. Kato looked smug. Nakamaru looked away, not wanting indigestion before he even started eating.
"Nakamaru-kun," Meisa drawled slowly, her long nails still raking through Kato's hair. "You look flustered. Did you perchance just come from Defense class?"
The table erupted in snickers and Nakamaru could feel his face heating up. "I am not flustered."
"Oh, give it up," Ueda yelled loud enough for the whole hall to hear. "Everyone knows you have the hots for Professor Doko."
Nakamaru wished that in addition to automatically refilling, magical plates could also swallow him up. The only thing that kept him from being completely humiliated was the absolutely murderous expression on Koki's face as he appeared indecisive over whom to hex first. Koki was so preoccupied that he didn't notice Kame offering him a sympathetic look from across the table. Nakamaru supposed that Kame, the insufferable Purii, was disappointed in Koki's poor anger management.
For the record, Nakamaru didn't have a crush on Doko, exactly. It was more of a masculine appreciation. Domoto Koichi, insisting on the nickname Doko to avoid confusion between himself and the Divination professor, Domoto "Dots" Tsuyoshi (no relation), was graceful in everything he did. Even the way he cast his spells was reminiscent of some kind of silent dance. Nakamaru imagined that if Doko ever did battle, he would twirl and back-flip around his opponents, executing beautiful wand choreography while dramatically flipping his hair out of his face.
Okay, maybe Nakamaru had a little bit of a crush. Not like anything would ever come of it; he was a professor and at least thirty years old. Ew.
"Don't be such a hater," Lee Chaerin chided Koki in English, narrowing her eyes at him just like she'd done for the entire five minutes they had dated last year. "If my homegirl wants to bring her man to our table, you have no right to tell her she can't."
"Thank you, CL," Meisa said to her, and they exchanged a smirk of respect before Meisa returned to Kato's mouth.
Koki slumped and folded his arms. "I miss Akanishi."
Chaerin scooted towards him and grinned. "Akanishi is off banging American skanks while you're stuck here, still not getting any. Tell me, oppa, have you had anyone since me?"
"That's enough, CL," Ueda warned. "It's only the first day of classes. Spread out your snark so that it lasts for the whole year."
With one last dirty look towards Koki, Chaerin pushed herself up and returned to her crew of thug Korean girls. This included sixteen-year-old Gong Minzy who, in her first year, had made her legacy by developing a series of glamour charms that were equivalent to Maagu liposuction and Botox. It took Nakamaru a second to recognize Park Bom next to her, and he had to hold back his laughter as he watched them swindle Horikita Maki from Guriffu.
Feeling strangely proud of his House, Nakamaru turned his attention to the rest of the hall. Despite doing this for seven years now, it was still kind of surreal - the concept of magic as well as its education system. The four Houses within Kimchi Kimochi Wizarding Academy all had their own strengths: Guriffu were brave, Haffa were loyal, Reikura were smart, and Surii were cunning. There were stories behind each one, but Nakamaru had slept through most of Professor Sakurai's History of Magic class and couldn't recall any more than "old white people doing something awesome." All he knew were the colors and mascots - burgundy and gold lions for Guriffu, yellow and black badgers for Haffa, blue and bronze eagles for Reikura, and silver and green serpents for Surii.
The whole House system was 'borrowed' from a legendary British school just like everything else in the Asian wizarding world, including the castle itself. That didn't say much for their originality, Nakamaru thought, but given that it catered to mostly Japanese and Korean students, it was an apt comparison. The school had been purely Japanese until the Maagu Korean War had made it impossible for their own school to remain standing, combining the two student bodies into one, and there weren't enough witches and wizards from other Asian countries to warrant having their own school. The few halfs and other Asian ethnicities in attendance were sorted into Reikura, which angered a lot of the full Japanese and Korean students because it implied that the non-Japanese or Korean students were smarter than them. So in addition to magical blood prejudice, there was racism too.
Sometimes wizarding politics made Nakamaru's head hurt. As the only Maagu-born in Surii, he had endured a lot of discrimination in the early years. To this day, he didn't know why he had been sorted there, with these other guys who were clearly more cunning (and evil) than he could ever dream of being. Even Taguchi was sneakily manipulative. Nakamaru couldn't lie to save his life and was scared of his own shadow half the time.
Kato would declare to anyone who listened that he should have been sorted into Reikura, because the Sorting Fedora was clearly malfunctioning on their first day, so maybe it really had been a mistake. The Sorting Fedora wasn't infallible; it had not once, but twice sorted someone into two different Houses at the same time. To Nakamaru's knowledge, Nishikido Ryo and Uchi Hiroki were still officially members of both Guriffu and Haffa. Kame, who was in Uchi's year, claimed that it took two Houses to contain their giant egos. Nakamaru was inclined to agree, even if his few interactions with Ryo left him feeling that he was better suited for the Surii House than Nakamaru himself was.
Over at the Guriffu table, Koyama and Jaejoong were sitting up straight in their chairs with matching unimpressed expressions while the rest of their House cheered on Yamapi in an eating contest with the human garbage disposal and Nakamaru's longtime friend, Masuda Takahisa. It was times like these that Nakamaru wished he was in Guriffu, because he would bet his entire summer wages on Massu.
Across from them, Moriuchi Takahiro and Kusano Hironori helpfully scooped more food onto the competitors' plates, while Nagasawa Masami and Yamashita Rina (Yamapi's younger sister) glanced over in interest from where they were charming a pair of friendship bracelets with animated hearts on them. Up at the staff table, their Head of House, Matsumoto Jun, looked envious.
The eating contest was overshadowed by the Haffa table, though. The Haffa students were probably the loudest and most boisterous kids in the whole school. They were just conversing about their classes and comparing summer vacations, but it seemed like every single one of their voices carried across the hall like they were screaming bloody murder at each other in Kansai dialect.
Murakami Shingo, nicknamed Hina for a popular witch he used to look like ("used to" being the operative phrase; now there was nothing feminine about his Neanderthal physique), had the voice that boomed the most. He also had a purple bandana tied around his head and one arm slung loosely around the shoulders of his girlfriend, Toda Erika, who was completely ignoring him in favor of flipping through a fashion magazine with her best friends Kitagawa Keiko and Kim Heechul.
At the table the farthest away from Nakamaru, the Reikuras predictably had their noses stuck in their books, sneaking a bite of dinner between every flip of a page. For the most part, anyway - Crystal Kay and Charice Pempengco were braiding Lee Taemin's hair while Fujigaya Taisuke clearly had one of Koki's porn mags hidden in his Arithmancy book. The mathematical components of magic spells couldn't be nearly as interesting as his face implied, Nakamaru thought.
Seventh-year Reikura Purii Kitayama Hiromitsu hadn't yet mastered the art of making his food into his mouth without taking his eyes off of his page, but his actions mirrored his Head of House, Sakurai Sho. The History of Magic Professor's robe kept getting blotted by Haffa's Head of House, Aiba Masaki, as he doted on his oblivious colleague.
On the other side of Professor Sakurai, overseeing the entire hall in the center of the professors' table, Headmaster Ohno Satoshi looked like he'd rather be fishing. Or, more appropriately, he was fishing somewhere in the depths of his mind. This wouldn't be the first year that one of the other professors had to remind him to make the welcoming announcements.
Even at Nakamaru's own table, Sawajiri Erika was making notes in her Potions book for her seventh annual attempt at drugging Nishikido Ryo with a love spell, which Nino had declared in front of the whole class (including Ryo) this morning would make her exempt from their final exams if successful. Koki was free-styling with Surii's resident male Koreans, whom Nakamaru only knew by their street names of TOP and G-Dragon, and Taguchi had once again switched places with his doppelganger Shim Changmin from Guriffu. It appeared that Nakamaru was the only one to notice this, so he kept it to himself.
Watching them all now, Nakamaru became very aware that this was the last year they would all be together like this. Separate Houses or not, they had known each other since they were fourteen, and it would be weird not to see them every day starting next year. Particularly Koki, who still had another year of school and a secured spot in his family's business afterward.
Nakamaru felt like had known Koki forever. He remembered it like it was yesterday - Jin had thought that Koki was a girl and Koki had put a curse on Jin's hair. To this day, Jin's hair wouldn't stay any shorter than shoulder-length. Every time he tried to cut it, it grew back overnight.
Six years later, Koki didn't look like a girl anymore, not at all. He kept his hair buzzed and his moustache just noticeable, his shirts sleeveless and his pants low. For a full-blooded wizard, he seemed to be up to date on Maagu fashion trends, even if he claimed that hip-hop style has been around in his world for centuries. Koki was one of the worst full-blood supremacists in the school, but for some reason he liked Nakamaru. He had even stopped using the derogatory term for Maagu-born wizards after he found out that Nakamaru was one, and no other Surii dared speak the word after Koki made an example out of Seungri their first week of school.
Nakamaru had known Jin longer than anyone, having been childhood friends from the Maagu world (Jin's mother was a Maagu-born who married a non-wizard), but if he had to choose, he'd pick Koki to save from drowning in the ocean. While Jin was like a brother to him, Koki was... something else. Something more. The two weren't even comparable in Nakamaru's heart because there was no doubt that Jin was just a friend. The line between friendship and more was clear and not even in the distance.
With Koki, there was no line.
"You look depressed," Koki said as he plopped down next to him, pulling him from his thoughts. "Are you missing Akanishi?"
"Yeah," Nakamaru replied quickly, because he didn't quite know how to explain the concept of missing someone who was right there with him.
\\3//
Dear Yuichi,
Happy birthday, you old man. I went to this party last night and there was this girl who reminded me of you. She had an argyle wristband and wouldn't put out. Her name is Louise, but everyone calls her SOV. I actually think she likes girls, but whatev. British accents are sexy.
School sucks, but at least the spells are the same. What's this about Meisa and Kato? That's gross. I'm disappointed in her. Kato's a douchebag and I doubt he goes down. She can do better.
I miss you guys. There aren't any cool dudes here, just a bunch of hot chicks. Which is nice and all, but I need some man time. You know. Maybe I'll come home for Christmas or something. We can get trashed on spiked eggnog and bust out some Exploding Spades by the fireplace. Just like good old times.
Tell those assholes to write me,
Jin
P.S. Now that you mention it, I was wondering why I was the only dude here. My dormmates don't seem to be bothered by it, though. ;) ;)
Nakamaru woke up the morning after his twenty-first birthday in an unfamiliar common room with a headache and a very firm stomach as a pillow. The last thing he remembered was Massu presenting him with a cake, then Yamapi had cast some spell that made an explosion of pretty colors and sparkles and here he was, groaning in agony on the Guriffu couch with a crick in his neck from the hard muscle of Massu's thigh.
Upon squinting open his eyes, which was as far as he could get at this point in time, he amended his previous thought - it didn't look be anywhere near actual morning. The outside was as dark as the inside as the remains of what appeared to be a pretty wild party surrounded him. Half-empty soda cans and snack bags littered the room as well as a good majority of the Guriffu students passed out in sporadic locations, most involving the floor. Massu must have been pretty fucked up, otherwise he would have insisted on cleaning up before he went to sleep.
His Guriffu friend wasn't entirely uncomfortable, Nakamaru learned as he rolled over onto his back to satisfy both his neck and his stomach. Stretching a bit, he wondered what time it was and if anyone in his own House was wondering where he was. Probably not; Koki might be cool with Maagu-borns now, but he still did not advocate inter-House fraternization.
Nakamaru rolled his eyes at the thought, enjoying the peaceful sounds of people snoring until it was interrupted by a giggle. Struggling to focus, he looked straight up and saw two witches tucked away in an alcove, so close together that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Nakamaru recognized them immediately - Masami and Rina - followed by a sharp warning that told him to look away right now.
Of course he didn't. It was like every lesbian porn movie Jin had ever made him watch, only it was with two girls he'd known since they were too young to star in them. And one of them was his classmate's younger sister. This was wrong on so many levels, even if they were both eighteen now, but Nakamaru couldn't avert his eyes.
It helped that it hurt to move his head at all. He had that excuse ready on the tip of his tongue should anyone suddenly wake up and see him staring like a pervert.
It was dark, but there was a lone candle flickering next to the alcove because the girls were still awake. If Nakamaru made to get up, the candle closest to him would probably light itself to guide his way. It was a safety precaution of the castle to make sure everyone could see where they were going as well as to shed light on anyone who happened to be going where they shouldn't be. As long as Nakamaru didn't move, he should stay hidden.
Now that it was sufficiently justified, Nakamaru relaxed as he strained his eyes to focus on the two fifth-years, one of whom was a Purii. It was the Purii who was on top, but Rina was just as active from below, if not more. She had one hand in Masami's long hair, pulling her down for a kiss that was all tongues and glossy lips, while the other unfastened the buttons on her uniform top enough to slip her hand inside.
Rina might have been more dominant, but Masami was bolder. Rina's knee lifted to Masami's waist, taking her skirt with it, and Nakamaru saw a hand between her legs, fingers shifting aside a strip of fabric to touch what was underneath. Rina threw her head back and started to moan, but Masami was quick to muffle it with her mouth and the sound never made it out.
Nakamaru resisted the urge to squirm; hot as it was, jerking off while lying in his friend's lap wasn't very polite. Not to mention there were about twenty other people scattered about, and all it would take was one person to ignite the motion-sensor candles. The girls were covered; he was not.
When Masami slid down Rina's torso and settled between her legs, Nakamaru considered the afghan tossed over the back of the couch. It was obvious they'd done this before, and Nakamaru found himself wondering how long they'd been together. Even if they weren't actually dating, just fooling around.
Masami's breast was partially exposed as she pushed apart Rina's legs, a dark nipple barely showing while Rina flung her arm over her mouth. It was a valid precaution, because with the way she started shaking and jerking when Masami lowered her head, Nakamaru thought she might otherwise have screamed out into the silent night.
Rina's knees lifted up further and Nakamaru noticed the little bump poking out from a mass of curls. Masami's tongue was moving so fast that he couldn't actually see it, just Rina's clit that twitched a split second before the rest of her body. Masami trailed two fingers down the inside of her thigh, disappearing inside her, and Rina looked like she was about to buck the two of them right out of the alcove and onto the unsuspecting pair curled up on the armchair underneath.
Upon a closer look, Nakamaru recognized the bodies in the armchair belonging to Koyama and Jaejoong. Somehow, he didn't think they would appreciate the goings-on directly above them.
Even with a mouthful of her own arm, Rina made an audible noise, and Nakamaru's attention shot back up right in time to see what he assumed was a violent-looking orgasm. Now, Nakamaru was no virgin, but he had never made a girl shake like that as she came. Despite the distance, he could tell that Rina's face had a red tint to it when she lifted her arm to grab Masami's hair and pull her up.
They kissed more slowly this time, savoring each other and probably Rina's taste as well. Rina's tongue licked around Masami's lips and Nakamaru suppressed a low groan in his throat.
Massu shifted behind him, and Nakamaru froze. Thankfully, the snoring started up again, but Nakamaru found himself even more aroused than before. Inwardly cursing his hormones, he didn't dare move in fear of waking Massu again. Maybe he should have braved the candle and pretended not to see the girls in favor of closing himself in his four-poster bed with a Silencing Spell and no holding back.
It was too late now, and the girls didn't appear to be close to finished with their tryst. Rina had Masami out of her shirt, plump breasts springing free as her nipples perked at the cool air between Rina's pinching fingers. Masami was straddling Rina's waist, rocking against her gently while Rina teased her with a hand on her thigh.
Masami leaned back, whispering something like "Come on," and Rina grinned as she very, very slowly trailed her fingers under Masami's skirt. Masami's glare was murderous, but Rina wasn't bothered by it. Then Masami's back arched and Rina's mouth latched onto one of her nipples, licking and sucking while Masami bounced on her hand.
Nakamaru felt like he was about to split open the fly of his pants with how hard he was. The way he saw it, he had two choices - he could do it here and chance being caught, or he could move. And he had already determined that moving wasn't an option.
His hand crept into his pants, making his decision for him. The first touch was enough to make his mouth fall open, using every ounce of his willpower to stay silent. It took a lot of effort, but he managed to bite his lip as he coiled his fingers around his impossibly hard length and squeezed from base to tip and back again.
Up in the alcove, Masami lifted her legs higher, her skirt bunching around her waist and Rina's moving hand visible to Nakamaru's gradually unfocusing eyes. She had two fingers inside Masami and a thumb on her clit, working both angles while mouthing her breasts. Masami's spine was in a constant arc, hair cascading down her bare back as she gasped for air like she had forgotten how to breathe.
Nakamaru pumped himself faster, figuring that the best way to go about this was to get it over with as quickly as possible. With as worked up as he was, he couldn't find any flaws in this logic. His cock practically jumped into his own hand, his body fighting not to move anything other than his wrist. Masami's jaw dropped and her body tensed, making Nakamaru fist the head of his cock because he was ready to come.
He leaned his head back as he achieved release, and Massu groaned in his sleep.
It was deafeningly silent as Nakamaru's mind slowly returned to reality, save for his own rapid heartbeat as he took in the continued darkness and an increasing firmness poking against the back of his head.
Massu's hand dropped into Nakamaru's hair, but his snoring was uninterrupted. He didn't push, just curled his fingers through the short strands and stilled.
Nakamaru's eyes were practically bulging out of his face, paranoia creeping in as they darted to look at Masami and Rina. They were kissing obliviously as they attempted to return to a modest level of dress, which only relieved Nakamaru a little. Out of everyone in the room, they were the last ones he was concerned about.
Massu's hand was heavy on his head, like a physical burden that wouldn't let Nakamaru go back to sleep. He lay there long enough for the orgasm high to wear off, leaving him sweaty and uncomfortable with a crushing weight on his head and an erection at the top of his spine.
One last glance toward the alcove showed the girls blissfully asleep, wrapped up in each other, and Nakamaru took the opportunity to sneak out of the room. His escape was by no means graceful, rolling unceremoniously off of the couch and tripping over at least five people on his way out the door.
Naturally, his own common room was empty, and he had the shower to himself. When he got back to the dorm, however, he was not so lucky.
"Must have been a good party," Koki mumbled sleepily from the next bed as Nakamaru slipped between his own sheets.
"I don't remember it, so I guess so," Nakamaru whispered. "Why are you awake?"
Koki yawned. "I woke up when you came in. I'm a light sleeper, you know."
"Sorry," Nakamaru muttered. "Cast a silencing spell or something."
"Yeah, I should," Koki said in a flat voice. "Good night. Happy birthday."
His curtains rustled shut and Nakamaru heard a rushed Shenshio.
"Thanks," Nakamaru said to deaf ears, wondering why he felt so guilty as he fell asleep.
From: ryogrande
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Title: Nakamaru Yuichi and the Power of Love
Pairing/Group: mainly Tanaka Koki/Nakamaru Yuichi with Kuroki Meisa/Kato Shigeaki and Nagasawa Masami/Yamashita Rina. As for groups, there are technically six countries' worth of pop stars up in this ho, but the main Johnny's group is KAT-TUN with mentions of (many) others.
Rating: NC-17, obviously.
Warnings: completely gratuitous sex of both the hetero and homosexual persuasion (slash and femme :o), ~magic~, mpreg, magical battle, and brutal death of a non-Asian pop star (forgive me orz). Harry Potter AU, but you don't have to know anything about that universe other than that ~magic~ exists. ;)
Notes: Happy Christmas, elizajet! I am so, so sorry - I saw "high school AU" and this is the first thing that came to mind. Thank you to INP for taking that shot, clapping their hands, spending them dollars, and grabbing a girl, because this is an Inter-National Party.
Summary: In his last year at Kimchi Kimochi Wizarding Academy, Nakamaru Yuichi thought that he would be learning skills to survive in the wizarding world. But as the holidays approached, all he seemed to be learning was the one thing magic couldn't control - love.
\\1//
Yo, my homeskillets,
Los Angeles is Fucking A. I've only been in this school for five minutes and already I'm super popular. There's this girl, I think Koki would like her. She spells her name with a dollar sign, which is so pimp. We already have a study date for after class. She's going to help me with my diction, if you know what I mean. I look forward to it.
Please take care of Kame this year since I know that skinny bitch won't read this. And Yuichi, don't miss me too much. You're the Big Nose on Campus now.
Until next time,
Jin
Nakamaru Yuichi was lost. At just shy of eleven A.M. on September first, people bustled by every which way, heading to their respective destinations without a passing glance at the awkwardly tall young man who was laden with several suitcases and a broomstick. He'd seen stranger things at Shinjinku station in his almost twenty-one years of life.
Usually Jin was the one to lead the way. Akanishi Jin was younger than him, but in the same grade due to the way their birthdays fell. It had never been an issue before, given that the Japanese academic year started in April, but this school district worked on a different schedule. Nakamaru had ended up starting a year late because he had been born three days past the deadline, which he might still be bitter about seven years later.
Now Jin was in America. He'd weaseled his way into studying abroad for his last year, and from the looks of his letter he was settling in fairly well for someone with barely passable English. Nakamaru would be lying if he said he wasn't jealous, but he had a hard enough time finding the right platform to board the train in Japan; he wouldn't last a day in a foreign country.
Nervously, he looked at the display on his cell phone. 10:57. His mother would kill him if he had to take a plane to school, never mind that he didn't actually know where it was. It was his understanding that the campus was located on some remote island in the Sea of Japan that couldn't be seen on any map, and could only be reached by the special train that managed to cross the water without a bridge.
If Nakamaru had learned anything in the past seven years, it was that magic was a strange, selective thing.
10:58. This might be the first time that Nakamaru had actively wished his younger sisters were witches so that they would be here with him, helping him find the right platform. He could never remember what number it was, only that it always made Jin hungry for pie-
"That's it!" he exclaimed out loud, oblivious to the odd stares as he bolted across the station and headfirst into the pillar between platforms three and four.
The brick seemed to hit him back, knocking him right on his ass while the passersby just shook their heads at the idiot who ran full-speed into the middle of a wall.
If his nose didn't already hurt, he would have smacked himself in the face. Casually, he dusted off his pants and leaned a bit to the left, closer to the end than the center. He lost his balance as the pillar disappeared, sending him sprawling onto another platform where the train was getting ready to take off.
"Yucchi!" a familiar voice called frantically. "There you are, thank Johnny. Hurry up! We're going to be late!"
Nakamaru could barely hold onto his luggage as a small but strong form dragged him through the door into one of the passenger carriages. It was a blur of green and blue and burgundy and gold as his vision was still returning into focus, swimming into passable replicas of his classmates with whom he'd been taking this train year after year.
"I knew I should have had you come stay with me," Tanaka Koki was saying, more aggravated than exasperated, like it was his fault that Nakamaru had almost missed their train. "I forgot that Akanishi bailed on us this year."
"He didn't bail," Nakamaru replied, rubbing his nose as he levitated his suitcases down the hallway. "He sent us a letter, by the way. His mail owl has diamond-studded sunglasses, purple feathers, and gold jewelry."
"Not surprising." Koki flung open one of the compartments and hissed at the group of first years who occupied it. "Out, brats."
The scared teenagers scattered and Koki sprawled across their abandoned seats, looking smug.
"I'll never understand how people are intimidated by you," Nakamaru commented, purposely sitting on Koki's legs as he flicked his wand to send his belongings neatly into the overhead racks. "Where's your luggage?"
Without moving, Koki pulled three tiny boxes out of his pocket and poked them with his finger. Instantly, they transformed into full-size Bufu bags and squeezed in next to Nakamaru's.
"Show off," Nakamaru muttered, punching his friend good-naturedly. "Not everyone has an older brother to show them tricks like that."
"You should learn shrinking charms this year," Koki replied nonchalantly. He came from a long line of wizards, the second oldest of five boys, all of whom were known at the school and in the wizarding world for getting into trouble. With Koki, though, it seemed like trouble usually found him.
"There you are!" a cheerful voice sounded as the door to their compartment was flung open and Taguchi Junnosuke waltzed in. "I've been looking everywhere for you guys."
"Clearly we weren't hiding well enough," Koki said dryly. Taguchi was in his year and it was obvious that Koki didn't want to see him any more than was absolutely necessary. "I need to work on my concealment charms."
Nakamaru lifted his arm for an awkward fist-punch. Taguchi grinned and flopped down across from them, folding his hands on his lap and eyeing them in turn. "So how were your summers?"
"Boring," Nakamaru answered honestly. "Hung out with Jin and my sisters. Cruised the Internet. There's nothing to do when you can't do magic."
"The Internet," Koki repeated, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. "It still amazes me how your people actually need those metal boxes to communicate with each other."
"Right?" Taguchi agreed. "Have you guys heard of Hoota yet?"
"Hoota is old news," Koki replied. "Nobody but Maagu-lovers are interested in that shit."
Nakamaru narrowed his eyes at the term for non-magic people. "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that the Maagu advancement into social networking has caused more harm than good," Koki explained. "Admittedly, I don't know much about it because my family doesn't have anything to do with Maagus, but it seems to me that having a spell where you can send the same message to anyone who will listen is counterproductive. What's the point of actually hanging out and developing one-on-one relationships if I can just scroll through your Hoota to see what you've been up to?"
"I like it," Taguchi said with a shrug.
"You would," Koki told him. "I imagine it's perfect for someone who nobody actually wants to listen to in person."
Taguchi's smile didn't waver. "My eight hundred Hoota friends seem to disagree, but that's okay."
"Eight hundred?" Nakamaru said in awe.
Taguchi winked and lifted his wand. "Nakamaru-kun can be eight hundred and one, if you want."
Nakamaru was torn between Taguchi's bright expression and Koki's glare of disapproval, but thankfully he was saved by the compartment door opening and closing again. In walked the youngest of their group, who was just as stylish and pressed as he had been a few months ago when they'd parted for the summer.
Even after five years, Kamenashi Kazuya still looked nervous around them. He had been Jin's friend first, the two of them inseparable until they got older and became more like rivals. Lately Koki had been taking more of a liking to Kame, which had Nakamaru feeling a little uneasy for reasons he didn't quite understand.
"Hey, I got your hoot," Kame said to Taguchi, who scooted over to make room for him. "They made me a Purii this year, so I had to do the initiation thing. Ueda is on his way."
Kame's Purii badge shone from his blazer, shinier than it should have been due to their youngest's obsessive buffing. Unlike Ueda, Kame was actually pleased to be chosen as the male leader of his class. He deeply enjoyed things like order and rules, even if Nakamaru wasn't too confident in Kame's abilities to enforce them.
Enforcing had never been a problem for Ueda Tatsuya. They all heard him roaring at a group of students to get out of the hallway before making his grand entrance into their compartment, his green-and-silver robes billowing behind him.
"I am so glad this is the last year I have to do this," he announced as he sat next to Kame. "Fucking brats."
Koki nodded his agreement, while Nakamaru gave Ueda a small wave. He'd always felt an alliance with the other man due to their ages being so close; being only a month younger, Ueda had also started wizarding school late. That seemed to be low on the list of things he was angry about, though.
The door to their compartment slid open once more, and five pairs of eyes turned towards the outsider with varying levels of distaste.
"Oh, right," Yamashita Tomohisa said sadly, his pout making Nakamaru's annoyance waver. "Jin's not here this year."
"I got a letter from him," Nakamaru offered. He'd always had a soft spot for the man whom an old senpai had nicknamed 'Yamapi', despite belonging to different Houses. "He seems to be settling well at LAX."
Ueda choked on air. "Did you say LAX?"
"Yeah?" Nakamaru replied nervously, searching his pockets for Jin's letter even though he knew that there was no return address on it. Magical mail couldn't be returned to sender; the owl would just nip at the recipient until they accepted it, particularly overseas ones.
"LAX is an all-girls' school," Ueda informed them all. "The full name is Los Angeles Institute of Witchcraft. Witchcraft. The boys' school is called LAY. X and Y represent the chromosomes." He punctuated his statement with a look that clearly added, "Duh."
Still loitering in the doorway, Yamapi shrugged. "Jin always did make a pretty girl."
"Don't you two hate each other?" Kame spoke up, his finger drifting lightly down his wand as he continuously refreshed his Hoota.
"Only when we're in the same room," Yamapi clarified, nodding like it made complete sense. "Without him, I have no one to compete with. It's kind of lonely."
"That's kind of gay," Kame replied flatly.
Yamapi lifted his wand, but four shouts of Ekkusupirio! quickly disarmed him and sent him flying across the hallway and straight into the carriage opposite theirs. Nakamaru took it upon himself to get up and close the door, but not before he heard a jumble of Japanese and Korean. He ended up with a combination of both in his face.
"Puriis shouldn't use disarming spells on the train," Koyama Keiichiro reprimanded, glaring right over Nakamaru's shoulder at Ueda. Kim Jaejoong stood next to him, looking menacing. "What kind of example are you setting for the younger students?"
"Say that to your Golden Boy," Ueda shot back. "He tried to hex Kame first."
Nakamaru, Koki, Taguchi, and Kame all nodded their agreement.
"I find that hard to believe," Koyama said gently. "I don't understand why our Houses have this indisputable rivalry, but this is my last year and I'm going to do my best to bridge the gap between-"
Jaejoong gasped girlishly as pink bubbles emerged from Koyama's throat, blocking the rest of his words. Koyama glared at each of them in turn, but since none of them had their wands pointed at him, he couldn't pin it on anyone. More bubbles spewed out as Koyama huffed at the four seated students, spun on his heel, and sauntered back to his compartment.
Nakamaru was left staring at Jaejoong, who gulped and tripped over himself as he rushed to join his Housemate. Now faced with an empty hallway, Nakamaru closed the door and focused accusatory eyes on Koki.
"Awesome, right?" Koki said with a sly grin. He lifted his feet so that Nakamaru could sit down properly this time, then dropped them right on Nakamaru's lap. "Wandless magic comes in handy."
Nakamaru just cleared his throat. "So did you guys want to read Jin's letter?"
Nobody answered him. Ueda rolled his eyes and curled up in the corner to take a nap, Taguchi and Kame returned to their Hootas, Koki buried his nose in the latest issue of Witches Gone Wild, and, defeated, Nakamaru figured that now was as good of a time as any to get started on his Ancient Runes reading. That Professor Tablo was a demanding son of a bitch.
They spent the rest of the ride in comfortable silence, as they usually did when they were all together. They would have the whole year to interact, no need to start early. In past years, Taguchi would ignore this unofficial House code and keep trying to strike up conversation, but this year he seemed to be preoccupied with his eight hundred virtual friends.
Nakamaru had never before been so grateful for his people's technological advancements.
\\2//
Dear Jin,
The dorm isn't as cluttered without you. Koki in particular misses your "hot white skank" posters all over the walls. I told him that you were living the real thing now, and he said, "Pictures or it didn't happen." Please address them to him.
Everyone is the same as they were last year. On our first night back, Nino replaced our house flag with Kame's boxers, and everyone made fun of him because they were perfectly ironed with cartoon turtles on them. Typical behavior from our Head of House. He says he misses torturing you, and don't knock up any American witches. Their child support laws are fierce, he hears.
Oh, and apparently Meisa is dating Kato. I don't get it either, but it means that our Houses mingle a lot. Yamapi keeps making snide comments about how this year will be great since you're not here, but then he looks sad when none of us care enough to argue with him. You should write him and make fun of his hair. That would cheer him up.
Time for class! Seventh year is brutal. Doko wishes you well and says to not make our school look bad.
Later,
Yuichi
P.S. Is it true LAX is an all-girls' school?
The last class of the first day left Nakamaru physically and mentally exhausted. Professor Domoto Koichi's Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons were always a workout. He liked to hex students at random while lecturing just to keep them on their toes. Jin, whose reflexes weren't that great to begin with, usually ended up upside-down and hog-tied by the end of the lesson. When all of this year's students countered the sneak attacks, Nakamaru could tell that his favorite professor was disappointed.
"Must you do that at the dinner table?" Kame was saying, turning up his nose to where this year's Head Girl Kuroki Meisa and Head Boy Kato Shigeaki were sucking face right next to him.
Koki's approach was more direct; the plates and bottomless bowls of steaming hot food jumped as he banged his fist on the table and roared, "No Guriffus at the Surii table!"
Meisa slowly pulled away from Kato's mouth, licking her lips as she regarded Koki like one might regard a piece of dog shit on their shoe. "There is no rule that says we can't sit together."
"There should be a rule about PDA," Ueda commented from the end of the table. "As Head Girl, you should know better."
Meisa stuck up her middle finger at him and licked it with a curl of her tongue. Kato looked smug. Nakamaru looked away, not wanting indigestion before he even started eating.
"Nakamaru-kun," Meisa drawled slowly, her long nails still raking through Kato's hair. "You look flustered. Did you perchance just come from Defense class?"
The table erupted in snickers and Nakamaru could feel his face heating up. "I am not flustered."
"Oh, give it up," Ueda yelled loud enough for the whole hall to hear. "Everyone knows you have the hots for Professor Doko."
Nakamaru wished that in addition to automatically refilling, magical plates could also swallow him up. The only thing that kept him from being completely humiliated was the absolutely murderous expression on Koki's face as he appeared indecisive over whom to hex first. Koki was so preoccupied that he didn't notice Kame offering him a sympathetic look from across the table. Nakamaru supposed that Kame, the insufferable Purii, was disappointed in Koki's poor anger management.
For the record, Nakamaru didn't have a crush on Doko, exactly. It was more of a masculine appreciation. Domoto Koichi, insisting on the nickname Doko to avoid confusion between himself and the Divination professor, Domoto "Dots" Tsuyoshi (no relation), was graceful in everything he did. Even the way he cast his spells was reminiscent of some kind of silent dance. Nakamaru imagined that if Doko ever did battle, he would twirl and back-flip around his opponents, executing beautiful wand choreography while dramatically flipping his hair out of his face.
Okay, maybe Nakamaru had a little bit of a crush. Not like anything would ever come of it; he was a professor and at least thirty years old. Ew.
"Don't be such a hater," Lee Chaerin chided Koki in English, narrowing her eyes at him just like she'd done for the entire five minutes they had dated last year. "If my homegirl wants to bring her man to our table, you have no right to tell her she can't."
"Thank you, CL," Meisa said to her, and they exchanged a smirk of respect before Meisa returned to Kato's mouth.
Koki slumped and folded his arms. "I miss Akanishi."
Chaerin scooted towards him and grinned. "Akanishi is off banging American skanks while you're stuck here, still not getting any. Tell me, oppa, have you had anyone since me?"
"That's enough, CL," Ueda warned. "It's only the first day of classes. Spread out your snark so that it lasts for the whole year."
With one last dirty look towards Koki, Chaerin pushed herself up and returned to her crew of thug Korean girls. This included sixteen-year-old Gong Minzy who, in her first year, had made her legacy by developing a series of glamour charms that were equivalent to Maagu liposuction and Botox. It took Nakamaru a second to recognize Park Bom next to her, and he had to hold back his laughter as he watched them swindle Horikita Maki from Guriffu.
Feeling strangely proud of his House, Nakamaru turned his attention to the rest of the hall. Despite doing this for seven years now, it was still kind of surreal - the concept of magic as well as its education system. The four Houses within Kimchi Kimochi Wizarding Academy all had their own strengths: Guriffu were brave, Haffa were loyal, Reikura were smart, and Surii were cunning. There were stories behind each one, but Nakamaru had slept through most of Professor Sakurai's History of Magic class and couldn't recall any more than "old white people doing something awesome." All he knew were the colors and mascots - burgundy and gold lions for Guriffu, yellow and black badgers for Haffa, blue and bronze eagles for Reikura, and silver and green serpents for Surii.
The whole House system was 'borrowed' from a legendary British school just like everything else in the Asian wizarding world, including the castle itself. That didn't say much for their originality, Nakamaru thought, but given that it catered to mostly Japanese and Korean students, it was an apt comparison. The school had been purely Japanese until the Maagu Korean War had made it impossible for their own school to remain standing, combining the two student bodies into one, and there weren't enough witches and wizards from other Asian countries to warrant having their own school. The few halfs and other Asian ethnicities in attendance were sorted into Reikura, which angered a lot of the full Japanese and Korean students because it implied that the non-Japanese or Korean students were smarter than them. So in addition to magical blood prejudice, there was racism too.
Sometimes wizarding politics made Nakamaru's head hurt. As the only Maagu-born in Surii, he had endured a lot of discrimination in the early years. To this day, he didn't know why he had been sorted there, with these other guys who were clearly more cunning (and evil) than he could ever dream of being. Even Taguchi was sneakily manipulative. Nakamaru couldn't lie to save his life and was scared of his own shadow half the time.
Kato would declare to anyone who listened that he should have been sorted into Reikura, because the Sorting Fedora was clearly malfunctioning on their first day, so maybe it really had been a mistake. The Sorting Fedora wasn't infallible; it had not once, but twice sorted someone into two different Houses at the same time. To Nakamaru's knowledge, Nishikido Ryo and Uchi Hiroki were still officially members of both Guriffu and Haffa. Kame, who was in Uchi's year, claimed that it took two Houses to contain their giant egos. Nakamaru was inclined to agree, even if his few interactions with Ryo left him feeling that he was better suited for the Surii House than Nakamaru himself was.
Over at the Guriffu table, Koyama and Jaejoong were sitting up straight in their chairs with matching unimpressed expressions while the rest of their House cheered on Yamapi in an eating contest with the human garbage disposal and Nakamaru's longtime friend, Masuda Takahisa. It was times like these that Nakamaru wished he was in Guriffu, because he would bet his entire summer wages on Massu.
Across from them, Moriuchi Takahiro and Kusano Hironori helpfully scooped more food onto the competitors' plates, while Nagasawa Masami and Yamashita Rina (Yamapi's younger sister) glanced over in interest from where they were charming a pair of friendship bracelets with animated hearts on them. Up at the staff table, their Head of House, Matsumoto Jun, looked envious.
The eating contest was overshadowed by the Haffa table, though. The Haffa students were probably the loudest and most boisterous kids in the whole school. They were just conversing about their classes and comparing summer vacations, but it seemed like every single one of their voices carried across the hall like they were screaming bloody murder at each other in Kansai dialect.
Murakami Shingo, nicknamed Hina for a popular witch he used to look like ("used to" being the operative phrase; now there was nothing feminine about his Neanderthal physique), had the voice that boomed the most. He also had a purple bandana tied around his head and one arm slung loosely around the shoulders of his girlfriend, Toda Erika, who was completely ignoring him in favor of flipping through a fashion magazine with her best friends Kitagawa Keiko and Kim Heechul.
At the table the farthest away from Nakamaru, the Reikuras predictably had their noses stuck in their books, sneaking a bite of dinner between every flip of a page. For the most part, anyway - Crystal Kay and Charice Pempengco were braiding Lee Taemin's hair while Fujigaya Taisuke clearly had one of Koki's porn mags hidden in his Arithmancy book. The mathematical components of magic spells couldn't be nearly as interesting as his face implied, Nakamaru thought.
Seventh-year Reikura Purii Kitayama Hiromitsu hadn't yet mastered the art of making his food into his mouth without taking his eyes off of his page, but his actions mirrored his Head of House, Sakurai Sho. The History of Magic Professor's robe kept getting blotted by Haffa's Head of House, Aiba Masaki, as he doted on his oblivious colleague.
On the other side of Professor Sakurai, overseeing the entire hall in the center of the professors' table, Headmaster Ohno Satoshi looked like he'd rather be fishing. Or, more appropriately, he was fishing somewhere in the depths of his mind. This wouldn't be the first year that one of the other professors had to remind him to make the welcoming announcements.
Even at Nakamaru's own table, Sawajiri Erika was making notes in her Potions book for her seventh annual attempt at drugging Nishikido Ryo with a love spell, which Nino had declared in front of the whole class (including Ryo) this morning would make her exempt from their final exams if successful. Koki was free-styling with Surii's resident male Koreans, whom Nakamaru only knew by their street names of TOP and G-Dragon, and Taguchi had once again switched places with his doppelganger Shim Changmin from Guriffu. It appeared that Nakamaru was the only one to notice this, so he kept it to himself.
Watching them all now, Nakamaru became very aware that this was the last year they would all be together like this. Separate Houses or not, they had known each other since they were fourteen, and it would be weird not to see them every day starting next year. Particularly Koki, who still had another year of school and a secured spot in his family's business afterward.
Nakamaru felt like had known Koki forever. He remembered it like it was yesterday - Jin had thought that Koki was a girl and Koki had put a curse on Jin's hair. To this day, Jin's hair wouldn't stay any shorter than shoulder-length. Every time he tried to cut it, it grew back overnight.
Six years later, Koki didn't look like a girl anymore, not at all. He kept his hair buzzed and his moustache just noticeable, his shirts sleeveless and his pants low. For a full-blooded wizard, he seemed to be up to date on Maagu fashion trends, even if he claimed that hip-hop style has been around in his world for centuries. Koki was one of the worst full-blood supremacists in the school, but for some reason he liked Nakamaru. He had even stopped using the derogatory term for Maagu-born wizards after he found out that Nakamaru was one, and no other Surii dared speak the word after Koki made an example out of Seungri their first week of school.
Nakamaru had known Jin longer than anyone, having been childhood friends from the Maagu world (Jin's mother was a Maagu-born who married a non-wizard), but if he had to choose, he'd pick Koki to save from drowning in the ocean. While Jin was like a brother to him, Koki was... something else. Something more. The two weren't even comparable in Nakamaru's heart because there was no doubt that Jin was just a friend. The line between friendship and more was clear and not even in the distance.
With Koki, there was no line.
"You look depressed," Koki said as he plopped down next to him, pulling him from his thoughts. "Are you missing Akanishi?"
"Yeah," Nakamaru replied quickly, because he didn't quite know how to explain the concept of missing someone who was right there with him.
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Dear Yuichi,
Happy birthday, you old man. I went to this party last night and there was this girl who reminded me of you. She had an argyle wristband and wouldn't put out. Her name is Louise, but everyone calls her SOV. I actually think she likes girls, but whatev. British accents are sexy.
School sucks, but at least the spells are the same. What's this about Meisa and Kato? That's gross. I'm disappointed in her. Kato's a douchebag and I doubt he goes down. She can do better.
I miss you guys. There aren't any cool dudes here, just a bunch of hot chicks. Which is nice and all, but I need some man time. You know. Maybe I'll come home for Christmas or something. We can get trashed on spiked eggnog and bust out some Exploding Spades by the fireplace. Just like good old times.
Tell those assholes to write me,
Jin
P.S. Now that you mention it, I was wondering why I was the only dude here. My dormmates don't seem to be bothered by it, though. ;) ;)
Nakamaru woke up the morning after his twenty-first birthday in an unfamiliar common room with a headache and a very firm stomach as a pillow. The last thing he remembered was Massu presenting him with a cake, then Yamapi had cast some spell that made an explosion of pretty colors and sparkles and here he was, groaning in agony on the Guriffu couch with a crick in his neck from the hard muscle of Massu's thigh.
Upon squinting open his eyes, which was as far as he could get at this point in time, he amended his previous thought - it didn't look be anywhere near actual morning. The outside was as dark as the inside as the remains of what appeared to be a pretty wild party surrounded him. Half-empty soda cans and snack bags littered the room as well as a good majority of the Guriffu students passed out in sporadic locations, most involving the floor. Massu must have been pretty fucked up, otherwise he would have insisted on cleaning up before he went to sleep.
His Guriffu friend wasn't entirely uncomfortable, Nakamaru learned as he rolled over onto his back to satisfy both his neck and his stomach. Stretching a bit, he wondered what time it was and if anyone in his own House was wondering where he was. Probably not; Koki might be cool with Maagu-borns now, but he still did not advocate inter-House fraternization.
Nakamaru rolled his eyes at the thought, enjoying the peaceful sounds of people snoring until it was interrupted by a giggle. Struggling to focus, he looked straight up and saw two witches tucked away in an alcove, so close together that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Nakamaru recognized them immediately - Masami and Rina - followed by a sharp warning that told him to look away right now.
Of course he didn't. It was like every lesbian porn movie Jin had ever made him watch, only it was with two girls he'd known since they were too young to star in them. And one of them was his classmate's younger sister. This was wrong on so many levels, even if they were both eighteen now, but Nakamaru couldn't avert his eyes.
It helped that it hurt to move his head at all. He had that excuse ready on the tip of his tongue should anyone suddenly wake up and see him staring like a pervert.
It was dark, but there was a lone candle flickering next to the alcove because the girls were still awake. If Nakamaru made to get up, the candle closest to him would probably light itself to guide his way. It was a safety precaution of the castle to make sure everyone could see where they were going as well as to shed light on anyone who happened to be going where they shouldn't be. As long as Nakamaru didn't move, he should stay hidden.
Now that it was sufficiently justified, Nakamaru relaxed as he strained his eyes to focus on the two fifth-years, one of whom was a Purii. It was the Purii who was on top, but Rina was just as active from below, if not more. She had one hand in Masami's long hair, pulling her down for a kiss that was all tongues and glossy lips, while the other unfastened the buttons on her uniform top enough to slip her hand inside.
Rina might have been more dominant, but Masami was bolder. Rina's knee lifted to Masami's waist, taking her skirt with it, and Nakamaru saw a hand between her legs, fingers shifting aside a strip of fabric to touch what was underneath. Rina threw her head back and started to moan, but Masami was quick to muffle it with her mouth and the sound never made it out.
Nakamaru resisted the urge to squirm; hot as it was, jerking off while lying in his friend's lap wasn't very polite. Not to mention there were about twenty other people scattered about, and all it would take was one person to ignite the motion-sensor candles. The girls were covered; he was not.
When Masami slid down Rina's torso and settled between her legs, Nakamaru considered the afghan tossed over the back of the couch. It was obvious they'd done this before, and Nakamaru found himself wondering how long they'd been together. Even if they weren't actually dating, just fooling around.
Masami's breast was partially exposed as she pushed apart Rina's legs, a dark nipple barely showing while Rina flung her arm over her mouth. It was a valid precaution, because with the way she started shaking and jerking when Masami lowered her head, Nakamaru thought she might otherwise have screamed out into the silent night.
Rina's knees lifted up further and Nakamaru noticed the little bump poking out from a mass of curls. Masami's tongue was moving so fast that he couldn't actually see it, just Rina's clit that twitched a split second before the rest of her body. Masami trailed two fingers down the inside of her thigh, disappearing inside her, and Rina looked like she was about to buck the two of them right out of the alcove and onto the unsuspecting pair curled up on the armchair underneath.
Upon a closer look, Nakamaru recognized the bodies in the armchair belonging to Koyama and Jaejoong. Somehow, he didn't think they would appreciate the goings-on directly above them.
Even with a mouthful of her own arm, Rina made an audible noise, and Nakamaru's attention shot back up right in time to see what he assumed was a violent-looking orgasm. Now, Nakamaru was no virgin, but he had never made a girl shake like that as she came. Despite the distance, he could tell that Rina's face had a red tint to it when she lifted her arm to grab Masami's hair and pull her up.
They kissed more slowly this time, savoring each other and probably Rina's taste as well. Rina's tongue licked around Masami's lips and Nakamaru suppressed a low groan in his throat.
Massu shifted behind him, and Nakamaru froze. Thankfully, the snoring started up again, but Nakamaru found himself even more aroused than before. Inwardly cursing his hormones, he didn't dare move in fear of waking Massu again. Maybe he should have braved the candle and pretended not to see the girls in favor of closing himself in his four-poster bed with a Silencing Spell and no holding back.
It was too late now, and the girls didn't appear to be close to finished with their tryst. Rina had Masami out of her shirt, plump breasts springing free as her nipples perked at the cool air between Rina's pinching fingers. Masami was straddling Rina's waist, rocking against her gently while Rina teased her with a hand on her thigh.
Masami leaned back, whispering something like "Come on," and Rina grinned as she very, very slowly trailed her fingers under Masami's skirt. Masami's glare was murderous, but Rina wasn't bothered by it. Then Masami's back arched and Rina's mouth latched onto one of her nipples, licking and sucking while Masami bounced on her hand.
Nakamaru felt like he was about to split open the fly of his pants with how hard he was. The way he saw it, he had two choices - he could do it here and chance being caught, or he could move. And he had already determined that moving wasn't an option.
His hand crept into his pants, making his decision for him. The first touch was enough to make his mouth fall open, using every ounce of his willpower to stay silent. It took a lot of effort, but he managed to bite his lip as he coiled his fingers around his impossibly hard length and squeezed from base to tip and back again.
Up in the alcove, Masami lifted her legs higher, her skirt bunching around her waist and Rina's moving hand visible to Nakamaru's gradually unfocusing eyes. She had two fingers inside Masami and a thumb on her clit, working both angles while mouthing her breasts. Masami's spine was in a constant arc, hair cascading down her bare back as she gasped for air like she had forgotten how to breathe.
Nakamaru pumped himself faster, figuring that the best way to go about this was to get it over with as quickly as possible. With as worked up as he was, he couldn't find any flaws in this logic. His cock practically jumped into his own hand, his body fighting not to move anything other than his wrist. Masami's jaw dropped and her body tensed, making Nakamaru fist the head of his cock because he was ready to come.
He leaned his head back as he achieved release, and Massu groaned in his sleep.
It was deafeningly silent as Nakamaru's mind slowly returned to reality, save for his own rapid heartbeat as he took in the continued darkness and an increasing firmness poking against the back of his head.
Massu's hand dropped into Nakamaru's hair, but his snoring was uninterrupted. He didn't push, just curled his fingers through the short strands and stilled.
Nakamaru's eyes were practically bulging out of his face, paranoia creeping in as they darted to look at Masami and Rina. They were kissing obliviously as they attempted to return to a modest level of dress, which only relieved Nakamaru a little. Out of everyone in the room, they were the last ones he was concerned about.
Massu's hand was heavy on his head, like a physical burden that wouldn't let Nakamaru go back to sleep. He lay there long enough for the orgasm high to wear off, leaving him sweaty and uncomfortable with a crushing weight on his head and an erection at the top of his spine.
One last glance toward the alcove showed the girls blissfully asleep, wrapped up in each other, and Nakamaru took the opportunity to sneak out of the room. His escape was by no means graceful, rolling unceremoniously off of the couch and tripping over at least five people on his way out the door.
Naturally, his own common room was empty, and he had the shower to himself. When he got back to the dorm, however, he was not so lucky.
"Must have been a good party," Koki mumbled sleepily from the next bed as Nakamaru slipped between his own sheets.
"I don't remember it, so I guess so," Nakamaru whispered. "Why are you awake?"
Koki yawned. "I woke up when you came in. I'm a light sleeper, you know."
"Sorry," Nakamaru muttered. "Cast a silencing spell or something."
"Yeah, I should," Koki said in a flat voice. "Good night. Happy birthday."
His curtains rustled shut and Nakamaru heard a rushed Shenshio.
"Thanks," Nakamaru said to deaf ears, wondering why he felt so guilty as he fell asleep.