Welcome to Mizer House, Ch. 12/x
Title: Welcome to Mizer House
Chapters: 12/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: School life, Slice of Life, Drama, AU, Humor?, Crack with Plot, Smut (some chapters)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Extreme OOC-ness, language
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Kai/??? (open pairing)
Bands: The GazettE, ScReW, Malice Mizer, Alice Nine, An Cafe, SuG, more to be added later
Synopsis: Kai is in high school. He lives in an all-male dormitory with bizarre and quirky, but extremely attractive residents. Adventures, drama, and temptation fill the interiors of Mizer House. Premise is roughly based on Koko wa Greenwood.
Comments: S'mores pie is awesome. Just saying.
Chapters: {Cast} {One} {Two} {Three} {Four} {Five} {Six} {Seven} {Eight} {Nine} {9A} {Ten} {10A} {Eleven}
We stood underneath a totally black sky, nothing but street lamps illuminating the dorm’s empty walkway. The late night autumn wind seemed colder with Nao breaking down beside me. I patted his back as he sobbed for that was all I could think of doing. I kept quiet the entire time; I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know how I was supposed to feel about all this. I couldn’t tell what hurt more - seeing Nao like this, or knowing that nothing I can do could make him feel better.
A few long minutes passed. Letting out a sharp exhale, Nao finally got off my shoulder. “We better get back inside,” he said, voice shaky as he wiped his face with his sleeve.
Still saying nothing, I nodded and followed him back inside. I squinted slightly at the indoor light that welcomed us. My eyes didn’t stay narrowed for too long as I saw one man sitting alone at the lobby.
“Byou?” I blurted out, wondering how long he had been there. “Were you waiting for-”
“I’m hungry,” my roommate announced. “Let’s have something delivered.”
For the first time since Megumi showed up, I smiled. If Byou really were hungry, he could have just called for delivery by himself, and being the asshole that he normally was, it wouldn’t occur to him to share. He must have known Nao badly needed cheering up. He was the most perceptive guy I knew, after all. The guy understood me more than I did sometimes.
“Sure,” I replied, and then I turned to Nao. “What do you feel like having?”
Nao smiled weakly. “Anything but ramen.”
Looking at Nao stay quiet and barely touch his pizza, I knew I had to worry. But before I could say a word, Byou spoke to him. It was amazing, really, how it only took Byou two words to get Nao to talk. “What happened?”
My best friend then started to narrate the tragedy he had for his current love life. He began at how he started working at her parents’ ramen house and meeting her there. And then he proceeded to how he watched her only from afar and never had the courage to talk to her, and how he found out tonight that she was married and had a gorgeous daughter. He ended his tale with, “Damn, I’m such a fucking idiot.”
With his mouth full of pizza and sputtering pepperoni bits, Byou replied. “Yeah, dude. You are.”
“Shut up, Byou, you’re not helping,” I told my roommate. Words like that weren’t really unexpected from Byou, even at his nicest, and both Nao and I were used to that. But my best friend was in pain here, and I wasn’t going to let Byou’s asstardness make it worse.
“It’s true, though,” Nao said, head bowed down. “I am a moron.”
“Correct,” my roommate said, mouth still full of cheese and pizza dough.
What the hell was this guy doing? First he was trying to cheer Nao up, and now he was being a total dickhead. “Byou, seriously, shut your fucking trap,” I said, my voice a little snappier now.
But the son of a bitch didn’t shut up. “You know what else you are, Nao?” He added. “You’re a fucking coward too.”
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I quickly got off my seat and grabbed Byou’s collar with one hand, and aimed a fist toward his nose with the other. I had no intention of asking him to take his words back; I wanted to bash his face in and make him regret being such a prick. And I really would have if Nao didn’t stop me.
“Damn it, Kai…both of you, just stop it.”
“I’ll stop, Nao?” I growled, not looking away from Byou as my hands were still tugging on his shirt collar. “I’ll tell you when I’ll stop. I’ll stop when he quits being a sandy asshole!”
Byou smirked at me, eyes narrow, his gaze meeting mine. “I’ll do that as soon as he picks himself up and moves the fuck on,” he told me, voice calm but still awfully acerbic. “I'm going to bed.”
He then shoved my hand off his collar and walked away. Nao probably felt more like hammered crap now, and I felt a strong urge to drop kick Byou in the face. I was not looking forward to turning in for the night in the small space of living hell I share with the bastard.
After about an hour of Nao convincing me that he was okay, I eventually did head back to our room. Quietly chanting I will not disembowel my roommate, I will not disembowel my roommate, I will not…I opened the door to our room, train of thought going off-course at seeing Byou sprawled on the bottom bunk, still awake.
Then it came at a screeching halt. “Is he okay, Kai?”
My response came out automatically. “What the fuck, Byou, you’re worried now?” I retorted indignantly.
“The entire time, you dimwit. He looked so heartbroken.”
“Then what the FUCK was all that for?” I asked, utterly confused. He was a complete asshole just a while ago, and now he was acting like some annoyingly protective big brother. Whatever this nimrod was on, I didn’t want to have it; it seemed fucking dangerous.
“Someone has to be hard on him so he can toughen up and fight,” was his response. “You're his best friend, so you can't do it. If you do, he'll fall apart. Besides, he had to realize that you’re there for him, so I staged a little skit. Went better than expected, thanks to your idiocy.”
My jaw dropped. Any remark that I had lingering at the tip of my tongue vanished instantly. He was right; I really was a fucking dimwit. I was so stupid for not realizing what he was doing for Nao. What he was doing for me.
“Anyway, Nao can hate me all he wants. That’s just fine,” he said before letting out a yawn. “Your job is to make sure he doesn’t hate himself.”
I still wasn’t done trying to figure out what to say, but I opened my mouth and spoke anyway. “Byou, I’m…” I started. “I’m sorry. Thank-”
“Just be the good best friend Nao needs you to be.”
Best friend. Now I wondered what exactly that term meant, considering the situation. I was fortunate enough to have a guy like Nao give me that title, but right now, Byou was a much better friend to him than I was. Sure, I wanted Nao to feel better because I really didn’t like seeing him sad, but I wanted it also for my own peace of mind. Byou, on the other hand, didn’t consider himself at all and thought of Nao’s well-being.
Then I got reminded of Takeru. I was still curious about what went on between him and his best friend, whoever he was. How bad was it that Takeru considered it to be a huge loss? I wondered if Byou knew anything about it.
“You know,” I said to my roommate as I ascended onto the top bunk. “Takeru told me that he liked me-”
Right on cue, Byou started laughing. Douchebag.
I merely rolled my eyes as I lay down and slipped under my blanket. “But,” I continued. “He told me to forget about it. Told me he was just trying to get over his loss. Something about his best friend.”
And just like that, Byou stopped laughing. “Oh. Shit.”
Realizing that Byou did know something, I got off my back and sat up. “Byou?”
He sighed. “Damn,” he said. “It’s been a whole year and he’s not over it yet. He misses Chiyu that badly, huh?”
“Chiyu? Was that Takeru’s best friend?”
“Yeah,” my roommate answered. “He was my roommate.”
I stayed quiet as Byou told me about Chiyu.
“Now that I think about it, Chiyu was like you in a lot of ways,” he said. “He was just as high-strung, just as impulsive, and he was just as loyal to his friends. It's no surprise that Takeru would be reminded of him when he sees you.”
I shifted on my bed, leaning my back against the wall. “I doubt that would be the reason why Takeru would convince himself to like me that way.”
“Well, no, Takeru and Chiyu weren’t in love or anything, but they were fucking inseparable. They were like brothers,” Byou replied. I heard the flapping of sheets. Byou either crawled out of his blanket or slipped underneath it. “I guess Takeru couldn't get over the fact that someone else is sleeping on what used to be his bed.”
“But,” I hesitated, but went on ahead and asked. “What happened, Byou? Why did Chiyu leave?”
Byou stayed silent for a while. Before I could call his name to check if he was awake, he cleared his throat and took a breath. “He…he died.”
Dumbfounded was probably the most accurate description of what I felt that moment. Everything made sense, but at the same time, nothing did.
“Car crash,” Byou added. “Strange, isn't it? He left that way, and then you came, practically still healing from another car accident.”
Images of Takeru flashed in my mind. The guy was always smiling, always laughing with a bunch of friends. He looked perpetually happy; I never guessed he was carrying such a heavy load, going through such unbearable sadness. There’s no way I could carry on like that if I lost a good friend. I tried to imagine what life would be like if I lost a Nao, but I quickly shook off the thought, too scared of what I would see.
“I feel bad for Takeru, Byou,” I said. “I feel bad for…well, dumping him.”
I heard my roommate snort. “Don’t. It would hurt him much more if you give him your pity.”
Once again, Byou was right. Of course he was. “But what do I do?”
I silently thanked Byou for answering me anyway without making me feel like an idiot for not realizing it already. “Be there for Nao.”
And yet again, I thought of my best friend. The guy was one of the strongest people I knew; he could easily brush off being held at gunpoint multiple times in a single day, and that’s something for a guy who remembered anything and everything. I had never experienced heartbreak, so I could only imagine what a broken heart must have felt like, if it could make someone as tough as Nao break down and cry.
“Does having a broken heart really hurt that much?” I asked my roommate.
No response. “Byou?”
I looked over the top bunk and chuckled at the peaceful expression on Byou’s sleeping face. Oh well, I thought. And here I wanted to ask if I sleep-talked about anyone in particular. Damn Kanna getting me all paranoid.
Breathing a sigh, I lied back on my bed and closed my eyes. I felt my worries drifting away in the darkness. I knew they’d be back in the morning, but for now, I welcomed sleep with open arms.
A/N: The crack shall resume shortly.
Chapter 13
Chapters: 12/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: School life, Slice of Life, Drama, AU, Humor?, Crack with Plot, Smut (some chapters)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Extreme OOC-ness, language
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Kai/??? (open pairing)
Bands: The GazettE, ScReW, Malice Mizer, Alice Nine, An Cafe, SuG, more to be added later
Synopsis: Kai is in high school. He lives in an all-male dormitory with bizarre and quirky, but extremely attractive residents. Adventures, drama, and temptation fill the interiors of Mizer House. Premise is roughly based on Koko wa Greenwood.
Comments: S'mores pie is awesome. Just saying.
Chapters: {Cast} {One} {Two} {Three} {Four} {Five} {Six} {Seven} {Eight} {Nine} {9A} {Ten} {10A} {Eleven}
We stood underneath a totally black sky, nothing but street lamps illuminating the dorm’s empty walkway. The late night autumn wind seemed colder with Nao breaking down beside me. I patted his back as he sobbed for that was all I could think of doing. I kept quiet the entire time; I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know how I was supposed to feel about all this. I couldn’t tell what hurt more - seeing Nao like this, or knowing that nothing I can do could make him feel better.
A few long minutes passed. Letting out a sharp exhale, Nao finally got off my shoulder. “We better get back inside,” he said, voice shaky as he wiped his face with his sleeve.
Still saying nothing, I nodded and followed him back inside. I squinted slightly at the indoor light that welcomed us. My eyes didn’t stay narrowed for too long as I saw one man sitting alone at the lobby.
“Byou?” I blurted out, wondering how long he had been there. “Were you waiting for-”
“I’m hungry,” my roommate announced. “Let’s have something delivered.”
For the first time since Megumi showed up, I smiled. If Byou really were hungry, he could have just called for delivery by himself, and being the asshole that he normally was, it wouldn’t occur to him to share. He must have known Nao badly needed cheering up. He was the most perceptive guy I knew, after all. The guy understood me more than I did sometimes.
“Sure,” I replied, and then I turned to Nao. “What do you feel like having?”
Nao smiled weakly. “Anything but ramen.”
Looking at Nao stay quiet and barely touch his pizza, I knew I had to worry. But before I could say a word, Byou spoke to him. It was amazing, really, how it only took Byou two words to get Nao to talk. “What happened?”
My best friend then started to narrate the tragedy he had for his current love life. He began at how he started working at her parents’ ramen house and meeting her there. And then he proceeded to how he watched her only from afar and never had the courage to talk to her, and how he found out tonight that she was married and had a gorgeous daughter. He ended his tale with, “Damn, I’m such a fucking idiot.”
With his mouth full of pizza and sputtering pepperoni bits, Byou replied. “Yeah, dude. You are.”
“Shut up, Byou, you’re not helping,” I told my roommate. Words like that weren’t really unexpected from Byou, even at his nicest, and both Nao and I were used to that. But my best friend was in pain here, and I wasn’t going to let Byou’s asstardness make it worse.
“It’s true, though,” Nao said, head bowed down. “I am a moron.”
“Correct,” my roommate said, mouth still full of cheese and pizza dough.
What the hell was this guy doing? First he was trying to cheer Nao up, and now he was being a total dickhead. “Byou, seriously, shut your fucking trap,” I said, my voice a little snappier now.
But the son of a bitch didn’t shut up. “You know what else you are, Nao?” He added. “You’re a fucking coward too.”
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I quickly got off my seat and grabbed Byou’s collar with one hand, and aimed a fist toward his nose with the other. I had no intention of asking him to take his words back; I wanted to bash his face in and make him regret being such a prick. And I really would have if Nao didn’t stop me.
“Damn it, Kai…both of you, just stop it.”
“I’ll stop, Nao?” I growled, not looking away from Byou as my hands were still tugging on his shirt collar. “I’ll tell you when I’ll stop. I’ll stop when he quits being a sandy asshole!”
Byou smirked at me, eyes narrow, his gaze meeting mine. “I’ll do that as soon as he picks himself up and moves the fuck on,” he told me, voice calm but still awfully acerbic. “I'm going to bed.”
He then shoved my hand off his collar and walked away. Nao probably felt more like hammered crap now, and I felt a strong urge to drop kick Byou in the face. I was not looking forward to turning in for the night in the small space of living hell I share with the bastard.
After about an hour of Nao convincing me that he was okay, I eventually did head back to our room. Quietly chanting I will not disembowel my roommate, I will not disembowel my roommate, I will not…I opened the door to our room, train of thought going off-course at seeing Byou sprawled on the bottom bunk, still awake.
Then it came at a screeching halt. “Is he okay, Kai?”
My response came out automatically. “What the fuck, Byou, you’re worried now?” I retorted indignantly.
“The entire time, you dimwit. He looked so heartbroken.”
“Then what the FUCK was all that for?” I asked, utterly confused. He was a complete asshole just a while ago, and now he was acting like some annoyingly protective big brother. Whatever this nimrod was on, I didn’t want to have it; it seemed fucking dangerous.
“Someone has to be hard on him so he can toughen up and fight,” was his response. “You're his best friend, so you can't do it. If you do, he'll fall apart. Besides, he had to realize that you’re there for him, so I staged a little skit. Went better than expected, thanks to your idiocy.”
My jaw dropped. Any remark that I had lingering at the tip of my tongue vanished instantly. He was right; I really was a fucking dimwit. I was so stupid for not realizing what he was doing for Nao. What he was doing for me.
“Anyway, Nao can hate me all he wants. That’s just fine,” he said before letting out a yawn. “Your job is to make sure he doesn’t hate himself.”
I still wasn’t done trying to figure out what to say, but I opened my mouth and spoke anyway. “Byou, I’m…” I started. “I’m sorry. Thank-”
“Just be the good best friend Nao needs you to be.”
Best friend. Now I wondered what exactly that term meant, considering the situation. I was fortunate enough to have a guy like Nao give me that title, but right now, Byou was a much better friend to him than I was. Sure, I wanted Nao to feel better because I really didn’t like seeing him sad, but I wanted it also for my own peace of mind. Byou, on the other hand, didn’t consider himself at all and thought of Nao’s well-being.
Then I got reminded of Takeru. I was still curious about what went on between him and his best friend, whoever he was. How bad was it that Takeru considered it to be a huge loss? I wondered if Byou knew anything about it.
“You know,” I said to my roommate as I ascended onto the top bunk. “Takeru told me that he liked me-”
Right on cue, Byou started laughing. Douchebag.
I merely rolled my eyes as I lay down and slipped under my blanket. “But,” I continued. “He told me to forget about it. Told me he was just trying to get over his loss. Something about his best friend.”
And just like that, Byou stopped laughing. “Oh. Shit.”
Realizing that Byou did know something, I got off my back and sat up. “Byou?”
He sighed. “Damn,” he said. “It’s been a whole year and he’s not over it yet. He misses Chiyu that badly, huh?”
“Chiyu? Was that Takeru’s best friend?”
“Yeah,” my roommate answered. “He was my roommate.”
I stayed quiet as Byou told me about Chiyu.
“Now that I think about it, Chiyu was like you in a lot of ways,” he said. “He was just as high-strung, just as impulsive, and he was just as loyal to his friends. It's no surprise that Takeru would be reminded of him when he sees you.”
I shifted on my bed, leaning my back against the wall. “I doubt that would be the reason why Takeru would convince himself to like me that way.”
“Well, no, Takeru and Chiyu weren’t in love or anything, but they were fucking inseparable. They were like brothers,” Byou replied. I heard the flapping of sheets. Byou either crawled out of his blanket or slipped underneath it. “I guess Takeru couldn't get over the fact that someone else is sleeping on what used to be his bed.”
“But,” I hesitated, but went on ahead and asked. “What happened, Byou? Why did Chiyu leave?”
Byou stayed silent for a while. Before I could call his name to check if he was awake, he cleared his throat and took a breath. “He…he died.”
Dumbfounded was probably the most accurate description of what I felt that moment. Everything made sense, but at the same time, nothing did.
“Car crash,” Byou added. “Strange, isn't it? He left that way, and then you came, practically still healing from another car accident.”
Images of Takeru flashed in my mind. The guy was always smiling, always laughing with a bunch of friends. He looked perpetually happy; I never guessed he was carrying such a heavy load, going through such unbearable sadness. There’s no way I could carry on like that if I lost a good friend. I tried to imagine what life would be like if I lost a Nao, but I quickly shook off the thought, too scared of what I would see.
“I feel bad for Takeru, Byou,” I said. “I feel bad for…well, dumping him.”
I heard my roommate snort. “Don’t. It would hurt him much more if you give him your pity.”
Once again, Byou was right. Of course he was. “But what do I do?”
I silently thanked Byou for answering me anyway without making me feel like an idiot for not realizing it already. “Be there for Nao.”
And yet again, I thought of my best friend. The guy was one of the strongest people I knew; he could easily brush off being held at gunpoint multiple times in a single day, and that’s something for a guy who remembered anything and everything. I had never experienced heartbreak, so I could only imagine what a broken heart must have felt like, if it could make someone as tough as Nao break down and cry.
“Does having a broken heart really hurt that much?” I asked my roommate.
No response. “Byou?”
I looked over the top bunk and chuckled at the peaceful expression on Byou’s sleeping face. Oh well, I thought. And here I wanted to ask if I sleep-talked about anyone in particular. Damn Kanna getting me all paranoid.
Breathing a sigh, I lied back on my bed and closed my eyes. I felt my worries drifting away in the darkness. I knew they’d be back in the morning, but for now, I welcomed sleep with open arms.
A/N: The crack shall resume shortly.
Chapter 13