[fanfic] Screw it! Byou/Manabu pt. 10
Title: Screw it!
Part: 10/?
Author: ladyrevania
Rating: PG-16
Warnings: mean Byou
Main pairing: Byou/Manabu
Other characters: SCREW members
Disclaimer: Screw disclaimers. You know they aren't mine. Only the storyline is.
Summary: Manabu doesn't want to be quiet and only stare when he bullies other people. No, he has to do something about it, even if he might regret it later.
A/N: ryuuzakiyuu drew a fanart to the ending of 9th part. It's becautiful, really! You can see it here: click
"What are you doing, you dumbass?" Byou backed off. What have I thought, that he will kiss me? It's something wrong with my head. Suddenly I heard a loud crack and I noticed that my sight is much worse than before. My glasses probably fell off my nose earlier.
"Ummm... Have you seen my glasses?" I asked him timidly, because I was afraid to talk with him.
"I guess I've just stomped on them."
"What?! I won't be able to see anything without my glasses and... I'M SORRY! I will clean the mess if they're broken!" I shouldn't blame Byou for anything, because he might hit me again and I didn't want it to happen.
I kneeled on the floor and started looking for the remains of glasses. Suddenly, I felt something sharp cutting my finger. I hissed, sat on the floor and started sucking it delicately. I will have to ask Zuki to help me.
"Hey, Byooon, how many cans of bee... Oh my, what happened here? Why are Bu's glasses broken?" I heard Zuki's voice.
"Nothing important, it was just a silly accident. That's fine." I told him, until Byou had a chance to say something.
"Oh... are you able to see anything without them?"
"Yeah, sure." I got up and I wanted to go to Kazuki's room, but I bumped into something. That's great, I didn't want to get their attention.
"Bu, better get a new ones, because you might kill yourself. I have to do my homework, because this stupid bitch was complaining again, so go with him to the trading centre Byon. I will give you my debit card, so you can buy something for you too."
I wanted to open my mouth and tell him No, it's fine, I can go by myself!", but Byou was faster.
"If you give me your debit card, it's ok then..."
Why did it have to happen?! I tried my best to avoid being alone with this guy, but it was too difficult. I felt really scared and I was afraid he will hurt me again.
I tried to follow him, because he didn't seem to care if I hit something with my head or not. My head started to hurt, because everything was so blurry and annoying, but we finally arrived to the trading centre. Byou found the optician and entered there.
"This guy needs glasses."
The saleslady started asking me and him about details, then they examined my sight and asked me to choose glasses I wanted. I wasn't able to see anything, so Byou decided to choose himself. When I finally put their pair of my new glasses on my nose and looked in the mirror I gasped in surprise.
"Wow, I didn't know someone might look so good in glasses." I hated my old ones, because they were ugly and I looked like a nerd when I was wearing them.
"You don't look good, it's only me who chose pretty glasses." Byou snarled and handed saleslady a credit card. "It's a shame for me to show here with someone who looks so ugly, so I'm going to buy you some clothes and such things."
He grabbed my arm and pulled my body upwards from my seat.
"O...ok." I said nervously. This guy can make me really stressed... I have to remember to be careful, because he's never nice.
Byou took me to one of these fashionable and expensive stores. Even if my parents had lots of money, they never bought me such clothes, so I was really excited I can go there. I followed him and looked at the clothes he gave me.
"Try these." He told me.
"Why can't I choose other ones myself?" I asked.
"Because Kazuki gave his debit card to me, so I pay and I decide. Shut up and do what I want or you won't get anything. Understood?"
I nodded and went to the changing room. Byou's taste wasn't that bad, but I felt awkward when I put these clothes on. The jeans were too tight and the blouse was too short. It was revealing my stomach when I lifted my arms upwards. I went outside too see myself in the mirror, because the one in changing room was too small. I saw Byou leaning on the wall. He casted me a quick look.
"You look better, but still terribly ugly. Take these clothes and hurry up. I have to go to hairdresser, because my hair are mess." He started paying with the strand of his brown hair.
I just nodded and came back to the changing room.
"Good afternoon," Byou said to the cute hairdresser who asked him what does he need "I'd like to cut my hair a little bit... and this guy wants to cut and dye his hair." He pointed at me.
WHAT?! I didn't agree to such things and I've always liked my hair. Maybe they looked plain and not interesting, but I didn't need to change anything.
"Is that necessary?" I asked him.
"It is. You look awful, don't you look into a mirror?" He smirked.
"I'm sorry, I will shut up."
"Good."
Hairdresser washed my hair and asked me to sit on the chair. He talked with Byou for a while, he was probably telling her what should she do with my hair. If I wasn't afraid of him, I'd tell him to stop bossing around, because it started to be annoying.
I started staring at my hairdresser, because she was really cute and young.
"Hey, for how long have you been doing this job?" I asked her.
"For a few years." She answered.
"Oh, you look very young then."
"Really? Thank you." She blushed. "You're handsome and you will look even better when I cut your hair. Your friend has a quite nice idea. Where do you work?"
"I'm still at school."
"Oh..." She was surprised. "Won't they expel you for dying your hair?"
"I don't know."
That was the end of my flirting. I noticed she didn't want a student and I was sure she called me "handsome" only because she wanted to be nice for her customer. I'm not good looking at all.
When she finished my hair, I looked into the mirror and almost squealed like a little girl. It looked awesome! She didn't dye everything, only bleached a few strands. Byou's voice ruined my mood, though.
"You look a little bit better, at least it doesn't make me puke when I look at you."
I didn't say anything and hairdresser remained silent. She couldn't tell anything to her client, especially the one who owned the debit card.
When we went out of there, some colorful exhibition got my attention. I could see lots of earrings, barbells and other things used to piercing there. Some of them were really pretty, so I couldn't stop staring at them.
"I bet you wouldn't dare to go there and pierce anything, you coward." Byou told me. I wanted to say I bet it hurts less than all things you did to me, but I'm a coward indeed, so I didn't do that.
"I don't know." That was all I said.
"Lets go there then." He grabbed my wrist.
I wasn't afraid even a little bit, because I already had my ears pierced. Yuuto told me that piercing his lip didn't hurt and I trusted him, so I decided I could try to ask Byou to let me do this one.
"Can I choose any piercing I want?"
"...okay. Everything except ears." He sighed.
"Sure. I want a lip piercing then."
Yuuto was right, it didn't hurt, which surprised Byou. He probably expected me to cry and run away from the needle, but I've never been this kind of person. I noticed he wasn't satisfied with it, because he probably wanted to humiliate me in some way, but he failed.
He didn't say a word, just went out of the trading centre and I followed him. When we came back home, he put Kazuki's credit card on the table in the kitchen and then went to his room. Did I do something wrong? That's what I thought, but I forgot about Byou when I heard a sound of door bell. I opened them and saw Shin. I almost forgot I invited him, because Zuki forced me to do it.
"Hi, come in." I invited him inside.
"I noticed you have a new haircut and lip piercing. Is that why you ask me to come?" He laughed.
I couldn't think about a better excuse, so I nodded.
Then Kazuki entered the hall and noticed us.
"Oh, welcome here! Bu invited you, am I right? Do you want some pizza? Or beer? Or maybe some sweets? We have lots of these things here, so feel free to ask for them if you're hungry..."
He started talking, talking, talking and took Shin to the kitchen leaving me alone. I felt useless and not needed. I went to Zuki's room, put the bag with my new clothes on the floor, took my cell phone and sent a message to Yuuto. I was waiting for a reply, but I didn't get it. He was probably busy with his boyfriend, so he didn't have time for me anymore. That was really sad, because every time I needed someone to comfort me, I messaged or called Yuuto. That meant no one who could make me feel better left... I've never felt so lonely in my life. I heard Zuki's talking, Shin was probably silent. I wasn't sure if they had fun or not, but I didn't want to know. I had to find a girl for myself and spend a lot of time with her. That could save me from loneliness. I wasn't sure if any of them would want me, though. I look awful and I'm terribly ugly. No one would even look at me.
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It took me a lot of time to write and post this part... sorry for this.
Part: 10/?
Author: ladyrevania
Rating: PG-16
Warnings: mean Byou
Main pairing: Byou/Manabu
Other characters: SCREW members
Disclaimer: Screw disclaimers. You know they aren't mine. Only the storyline is.
Summary: Manabu doesn't want to be quiet and only stare when he bullies other people. No, he has to do something about it, even if he might regret it later.
A/N: ryuuzakiyuu drew a fanart to the ending of 9th part. It's becautiful, really! You can see it here: click
"What are you doing, you dumbass?" Byou backed off. What have I thought, that he will kiss me? It's something wrong with my head. Suddenly I heard a loud crack and I noticed that my sight is much worse than before. My glasses probably fell off my nose earlier.
"Ummm... Have you seen my glasses?" I asked him timidly, because I was afraid to talk with him.
"I guess I've just stomped on them."
"What?! I won't be able to see anything without my glasses and... I'M SORRY! I will clean the mess if they're broken!" I shouldn't blame Byou for anything, because he might hit me again and I didn't want it to happen.
I kneeled on the floor and started looking for the remains of glasses. Suddenly, I felt something sharp cutting my finger. I hissed, sat on the floor and started sucking it delicately. I will have to ask Zuki to help me.
"Hey, Byooon, how many cans of bee... Oh my, what happened here? Why are Bu's glasses broken?" I heard Zuki's voice.
"Nothing important, it was just a silly accident. That's fine." I told him, until Byou had a chance to say something.
"Oh... are you able to see anything without them?"
"Yeah, sure." I got up and I wanted to go to Kazuki's room, but I bumped into something. That's great, I didn't want to get their attention.
"Bu, better get a new ones, because you might kill yourself. I have to do my homework, because this stupid bitch was complaining again, so go with him to the trading centre Byon. I will give you my debit card, so you can buy something for you too."
I wanted to open my mouth and tell him No, it's fine, I can go by myself!", but Byou was faster.
"If you give me your debit card, it's ok then..."
Why did it have to happen?! I tried my best to avoid being alone with this guy, but it was too difficult. I felt really scared and I was afraid he will hurt me again.
I tried to follow him, because he didn't seem to care if I hit something with my head or not. My head started to hurt, because everything was so blurry and annoying, but we finally arrived to the trading centre. Byou found the optician and entered there.
"This guy needs glasses."
The saleslady started asking me and him about details, then they examined my sight and asked me to choose glasses I wanted. I wasn't able to see anything, so Byou decided to choose himself. When I finally put their pair of my new glasses on my nose and looked in the mirror I gasped in surprise.
"Wow, I didn't know someone might look so good in glasses." I hated my old ones, because they were ugly and I looked like a nerd when I was wearing them.
"You don't look good, it's only me who chose pretty glasses." Byou snarled and handed saleslady a credit card. "It's a shame for me to show here with someone who looks so ugly, so I'm going to buy you some clothes and such things."
He grabbed my arm and pulled my body upwards from my seat.
"O...ok." I said nervously. This guy can make me really stressed... I have to remember to be careful, because he's never nice.
Byou took me to one of these fashionable and expensive stores. Even if my parents had lots of money, they never bought me such clothes, so I was really excited I can go there. I followed him and looked at the clothes he gave me.
"Try these." He told me.
"Why can't I choose other ones myself?" I asked.
"Because Kazuki gave his debit card to me, so I pay and I decide. Shut up and do what I want or you won't get anything. Understood?"
I nodded and went to the changing room. Byou's taste wasn't that bad, but I felt awkward when I put these clothes on. The jeans were too tight and the blouse was too short. It was revealing my stomach when I lifted my arms upwards. I went outside too see myself in the mirror, because the one in changing room was too small. I saw Byou leaning on the wall. He casted me a quick look.
"You look better, but still terribly ugly. Take these clothes and hurry up. I have to go to hairdresser, because my hair are mess." He started paying with the strand of his brown hair.
I just nodded and came back to the changing room.
"Good afternoon," Byou said to the cute hairdresser who asked him what does he need "I'd like to cut my hair a little bit... and this guy wants to cut and dye his hair." He pointed at me.
WHAT?! I didn't agree to such things and I've always liked my hair. Maybe they looked plain and not interesting, but I didn't need to change anything.
"Is that necessary?" I asked him.
"It is. You look awful, don't you look into a mirror?" He smirked.
"I'm sorry, I will shut up."
"Good."
Hairdresser washed my hair and asked me to sit on the chair. He talked with Byou for a while, he was probably telling her what should she do with my hair. If I wasn't afraid of him, I'd tell him to stop bossing around, because it started to be annoying.
I started staring at my hairdresser, because she was really cute and young.
"Hey, for how long have you been doing this job?" I asked her.
"For a few years." She answered.
"Oh, you look very young then."
"Really? Thank you." She blushed. "You're handsome and you will look even better when I cut your hair. Your friend has a quite nice idea. Where do you work?"
"I'm still at school."
"Oh..." She was surprised. "Won't they expel you for dying your hair?"
"I don't know."
That was the end of my flirting. I noticed she didn't want a student and I was sure she called me "handsome" only because she wanted to be nice for her customer. I'm not good looking at all.
When she finished my hair, I looked into the mirror and almost squealed like a little girl. It looked awesome! She didn't dye everything, only bleached a few strands. Byou's voice ruined my mood, though.
"You look a little bit better, at least it doesn't make me puke when I look at you."
I didn't say anything and hairdresser remained silent. She couldn't tell anything to her client, especially the one who owned the debit card.
When we went out of there, some colorful exhibition got my attention. I could see lots of earrings, barbells and other things used to piercing there. Some of them were really pretty, so I couldn't stop staring at them.
"I bet you wouldn't dare to go there and pierce anything, you coward." Byou told me. I wanted to say I bet it hurts less than all things you did to me, but I'm a coward indeed, so I didn't do that.
"I don't know." That was all I said.
"Lets go there then." He grabbed my wrist.
I wasn't afraid even a little bit, because I already had my ears pierced. Yuuto told me that piercing his lip didn't hurt and I trusted him, so I decided I could try to ask Byou to let me do this one.
"Can I choose any piercing I want?"
"...okay. Everything except ears." He sighed.
"Sure. I want a lip piercing then."
Yuuto was right, it didn't hurt, which surprised Byou. He probably expected me to cry and run away from the needle, but I've never been this kind of person. I noticed he wasn't satisfied with it, because he probably wanted to humiliate me in some way, but he failed.
He didn't say a word, just went out of the trading centre and I followed him. When we came back home, he put Kazuki's credit card on the table in the kitchen and then went to his room. Did I do something wrong? That's what I thought, but I forgot about Byou when I heard a sound of door bell. I opened them and saw Shin. I almost forgot I invited him, because Zuki forced me to do it.
"Hi, come in." I invited him inside.
"I noticed you have a new haircut and lip piercing. Is that why you ask me to come?" He laughed.
I couldn't think about a better excuse, so I nodded.
Then Kazuki entered the hall and noticed us.
"Oh, welcome here! Bu invited you, am I right? Do you want some pizza? Or beer? Or maybe some sweets? We have lots of these things here, so feel free to ask for them if you're hungry..."
He started talking, talking, talking and took Shin to the kitchen leaving me alone. I felt useless and not needed. I went to Zuki's room, put the bag with my new clothes on the floor, took my cell phone and sent a message to Yuuto. I was waiting for a reply, but I didn't get it. He was probably busy with his boyfriend, so he didn't have time for me anymore. That was really sad, because every time I needed someone to comfort me, I messaged or called Yuuto. That meant no one who could make me feel better left... I've never felt so lonely in my life. I heard Zuki's talking, Shin was probably silent. I wasn't sure if they had fun or not, but I didn't want to know. I had to find a girl for myself and spend a lot of time with her. That could save me from loneliness. I wasn't sure if any of them would want me, though. I look awful and I'm terribly ugly. No one would even look at me.
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It took me a lot of time to write and post this part... sorry for this.