Welcome to Mizer House, Ch. 13/x
Title: Welcome to Mizer House
Chapters: 13/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, and I don't own The Lord of the Rings.
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: This took forever! But it's long enough for two chapters, and it's got Lord of the Rings (oh yes), so I hope that somehow makes up for the wait. I wrote this while wrestling with writer's block (which I still have, by the way), but this is the best I can do right now. I might rewrite this later on. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one.
Chapters: {Cast} {One} {Two} {Three} {Four} {Five} {Six} {Seven} {Eight} {Nine} {9A} {Ten} {10A} {Eleven} {Twelve}
I listened to Jin’s heavy breaths while I worked to reveal more and more of his skin. Almost-gasps broke out of his mouth, and I continued uncovering him. I watched the sweat trickle down his jaw, his lips forming a smile at the breeze that hit his flushed skin.
“Fuck, I was melting in that thing,” he said to me, his hand tugging on the gorget covering his neck. “Thanks for your help, Kai.”
“No problem,” I responded, handing him the articles I removed - a craft foam helmet and a fake beard. Letting out a soft laugh, I continued helping Jin get out of the rest of his styrene and rubber sheet armor. It was quite amusing, really, how he and a bunch of other guys somehow ended up wearing these silly costumes and how I smelled like every adhesive known to man.
The circumstances that led to the current situation all started during lunchtime.
I had already known that it was an unusual day, with Nao being quiet that entire morning. Nao was nothing at all like his usual self; not once did he bug me during class, nor did he raise his hand confidently while everyone else broke into a cold sweat at the teacher’s questions. Though the bastard still managed to ace his tests, he was obviously distracted, and everyone noticed. He told everyone that he was alright, but that was bullshit; I knew better than that.
Come lunch break, Nao and I proceeded to the school rooftop, our usual spot for lunch and cutting classes. It did cross my mind that it probably wasn’t a good idea to bring a depressed friend to a very high place, but what the hell, the whole point of me being there was for me to stop him from doing anything idiotic.
Nao read my uneasiness and smiled at me. “Don’t worry, Kai,” he chuckled as he opened the rooftop door. “I’m not going to- what the fuck.”
Our next moves didn’t need any assessment of the situation, or careful planning, or calculations of risks, or any of that crap. Nao and I immediately ran to the ledge where Miku and Bou stood together, and we managed to grab them before they decided to jump off and dive for the pavement several floors below.
A few frantic calls later, Aoi and Uruha arrived at the scene. They managed to get Miku and Bou to talk while Nao and I just stood there listening, lunch and the rest of the afternoon’s classes forgotten.
“So basically,” Uruha said, his fingers carving circles onto his temple. “You two decided to off yourselves because the entire cast for your theater club project quit?”
Sobs from Mizer’s two resident cross-dressers and wordless nods were all Uruha got in response. I stood beside Nao, and both of us watched Miku and Bou shudder in despair. Everyone knew that Malice’s theater club signed up for an inter-school theater competition. And as the club’s main artisans, Miku and Bou worked their asses off to prepare for this contest. They even went as far as spending their own money for materials for these creations.
Evidently, Miku’s now-ex-girlfriend, one of the actresses for the project, dumped him for another member of the club, a girl Bou dated once. And before Miku or Bou could react, the new couple rounded up the entire club and convinced everyone to boycott the project. So now Miku and Bou had a bunch of unfinished costumes and props and stage sets that they made with their own hands, no money left, no actors, and no more will to live.
“Why couldn’t you just get new actors?” Aoi asked.
Having calmed down a little, Bou answered. “The contest is in two days. We couldn’t possibly get enough Malice students to act for us on such short notice. And we need people to help us with props too.”
“How many do you need?”
Miku rubbed his tears away with the base of his hand. “Nine actors and as many crew members as possible.”
Uruha rolled his eyes at the answer. “All nineteen of Mizer’s student residents go to Malice, don’t they?”
Aoi stepped away from the railing he was leaning on and patted Miku’s shoulder. “Nineteen idiots should be enough, right?”
That very evening, all nineteen of those idiots were at the school auditorium, learning lines, learning to work with sound equipment and stage lights, and learning to love the smell of rubber cement. Miku and Bou initially thought of getting just Aoi and Uruha; the fact that those two were helping out would be more than enough reason for the original cast to rejoin this project. But the two seniors were against the idea; they didn’t want any of those assholes to get any credit for Miku and Bou’s work. Plus the other guys all agreed to lend a hand, if it meant being able to help Mana get decent heating systems for the dorm. Something better than (Reita’s) knitted blankets, at the very least.
It was only when we got there that we learned we were supposed to be working on a scene from Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. Nine guys were to play the characters, and the rest were to help with stuff like sounds, stage effects, and props. Miku and Bou told us beforehand that they needed help finishing some props, but we had no idea that among these props included a fucking huge collapsible Balrog on wheels.
While taking a break from assembling the brute of a stage prop, I watched Nao practice his lines. The guy admitted that he couldn’t act (he was right about that, sadly), but he agreed to play Gandalf, the scene’s most challenging role, as he was the only one who could memorize all those lines in such a short time. The rest of the cast laughed at how horrible his acting skills were, and he laughed along with them. I smiled, feeling rather proud of the guy; love was probably still kicking him in the gut, but here he was, doing his best to help other people.
I felt proud of everyone, really, and how they all agreed to lend Miku and Bou a hand. No one complained, with the exception of Jin being uncomfortable in his Gimli costume, Yuuki crying about Kazuki accidentally pouring glue on the poor guy’s wig, and everyone wanting to beat the crap out of the people who abandoned Miku and Bou.
Especially after we found out that Miku’s now-ex-girlfriend was none other than the same girl Aoi was dating until two weeks ago. It wouldn’t have been an issue if Miku hadn’t been going out with her for a whole year.
But really, we were too busy to stay angry, with all of us preoccupied with work and goofing off every so often. Much to the disgust of some and the amusement of most, Frodo Ruki and Gimli Jin had fun molesting the unfinished Balrog. While that was happening, someone mentioned how he wondered what it would be like if Boromir, Gandalf, Aragorn, and Legolas had a dance off; Byou, Nao, Aoi, and Uruha were quite happy to satisfy his curiosity. The dance off would have lasted pretty long if Takeru didn’t nearly kill Aoi with a bow and arrow (the guy wanted to see if Uruha’s bow and arrow set really worked). Aoi would have died if Takuya didn’t block the arrow on time with the frying pan that conveniently came with his costume. The only actor who wasn’t joining in the asshatery was Hiroto in his Pippin costume, but that was only because he was taking videos of the entire thing.
The dance off continued the next night, when we miraculously finished constructing everything.
“What is this new devilry?”
“We’re on, guys.”
That was our signal to get in the Balrog and get ready to roll it in. With nine guys acting and six guys taking care of other things like lights and audio and stuff for the stage, that left only four of us to operate the stage prop - Tora, Reita, Kazuki, and me.
“A Balrog, a demon of the ancient world,” I heard Nao say. “This foe is beyond any of you! Run!”
“Push!”
“MOTHERFUCKING SH- THIS THING IS HEAVY!”
The music and the audience cheering managed to drown out whatever sound we made as we moved the damn Balrog and all fifteen feet of it onto the stage. Even Tora and Kazuki who didn’t normally make any sounds at all were pretty much growling at the weight while Reita and I were yelling profanities at every corner of the stage prop’s interiors. This was the fucking thirteenth trial of Hercules.
Then I realized that none of the members of the cast had ever seen this, since we just finished constructing this thing last night.
“Th-that’s a huge bitch.”
“That’s so badass!”
“Does it breathe fire?”
“Idiot, get the fuck out of the way!”
The audience must have liked the totally spontaneous comments that hijacked the script, as the cheering got even louder. I gave the colossal prop a harder shove, still cursing, but laughing this time. Of course I still wanted us to win the competition; I wanted to win for Miku and Bou. But as for myself, I didn’t give a shit. I was happy just to be part of this production. This is what it felt like to work with good people. With friends.
“Gandalf!”
“You cannot pass!”
I could only guess that our position was perfect when I heard the crowd go wild at what was most likely Yuuki’s work with the video screen backdrop, making the Balrog look like it was on flames. At least I hoped our location was right - the cheering could have been because we were way off. I had to look at Miku’s marks again just to see if we were at least on the correct side of the stage.
“I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun!”
“Push, you bastards!”
Push we did, yet again cursing as we moved inch by painful inch toward the stage lift that marked our last position for this project. Once the trail of markings ended, the hard part of our job was done.
“Go back to the shadow!”
Putting all my weight on to my hands, I drove the Balrog harder toward our destination. I prayed hard that our timing was just right for all the effects that were supposed to play on the video screen. Or that someone was moving the screen or something, if our timing was off.
“YOU SHALL NOT PASS!”
“Holy butt fuck, we made it.”
Right as Nao yelled, right when he heard the thump on the stage, we reached the stage lift. Almost immediately, someone activated the lift, and we felt ourselves descending. About half of the Balrog was still exposed when the lift stopped going down, but with a few well-placed pillars and rocks and Saga activating all sorts of stage effects on us, we managed to quickly disassemble the Balrog (hopefully) totally concealed.
I wasn’t sure how exactly Nao ended up with a noose around his waist, but he did, and Kazuki’s hands were on the end of the rope. Nao was pulled toward the lift, and thankfully enough, he had the presence of mind to grip on something before Kazuki pulled him in completely.
“Gandalf!”
And Nao finally spoke the lines we all were dying to hear for the last few minutes. “Fly, you fools.”
“NO!”
I couldn’t help but let out a relieved, victorious cry, pretty sure I wouldn’t be heard through Ruki’s yelling and the loud music. “FUCK YES.”
With that, the curtains closed, the cast ran to the lift and jumped all over us, and we all cheered. It was fucking done. The rest of the guys joined us backstage not too long after that, all feeling as triumphant as we did.
“We should have won,” Miku uttered over dinner. “You were all amazing.”
“You really were,” Bou added. “Our old crew couldn’t have done it better.”
Byou shushed both of them, and then stuffed his mouth with more popcorn. They smiled and obeyed, keeping quiet as we all watched - surprise, surprise - The Fellowship of the Ring with the new television set we won as a prize for the “Audience Choice Award.” It was too bad we couldn’t get cash instead, but hell, we were more than happy that we could replace the old dining room television set that had been slathered with maple syrup and never worked the same away again since.
“Shit, look at how badass that looks,” Yuuki said. “Too bad the video effects didn’t work.”
Huh? A little confused, I nudged Nao. “What does he mean the video effects didn’t work?” I asked, keeping my voice down. “Was our timing off?”
“Your timing was fine,” Nao whispered, his eyes still on the screen. “It was a technical malfunction. The video didn’t play.”
I raised an eyebrow. “So what was all that cheering for when we started moving toward the lift?”
Nao looked at me, mouth smiling but eyes cringing. “Aoi…assaulted Uruha.”
I still didn’t get what the hell he meant. “Assaulted? With his sword?”
“With his mouth, actually,” he replied. “But yes, I suppose you can put it that way.”
The uneasy feeling that formed in my stomach shut me up. After being told that, suddenly I wasn’t so sure if it was the Balrog that won us the new TV set. But that was immaterial; I still felt quite pleased with myself. Nevermind that Miku’s ex-girlfriend was probably kicking herself for cheating on Miku and making a fool out of Aoi. Miku and Bou were happy, once more proud of who they were and what they did as a hobby.
Nao and I were the last to leave the dining room. He was his usual chipper self again, cracking jokes while we walked back to our rooms. It seemed that Nao had cheered up, probably realizing that there was more to life than fretting over unreciprocated infatuation. It didn’t matter to me if I needed other people to help out to cheer Nao up; I was just happy at the fact that he did.
“It was just a kiss, but man, the crowd went fucking wild,” Nao laughed while narrating how Aoi and Uruha drew the audience’s attention from the embarrassingly blank screen behind us. “They- hey, did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“That.”
“What are-”
“Mmm…fuck.”
“Holy shit.”
We found ourselves right beside the door to Tora’s room. Frozen in our tracks, we were pretty damn sure the voice came from in there. Another voice accompanied it. From the sound of his grunting earlier, I knew the other voice was Tora.
And that was definitely no lady he was having sex with.
“Harder, Tora.”
“Son of a…” Nao said softly, moving his face closer to the door. “Wh-what the fuck is going on? Who are those?”
“Tora and…” I refused to believe it, but I recognized who it was. The more I heard him, the more certain I was, and the more uncomfortable I got.
Tora moaned, completing my response to Nao’s question.
“Kazuki.”
A/N: Unexplainable theater tricks FTW.
Chapter 13A
Chapters: 13/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, and I don't own The Lord of the Rings.
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: This took forever! But it's long enough for two chapters, and it's got Lord of the Rings (oh yes), so I hope that somehow makes up for the wait. I wrote this while wrestling with writer's block (which I still have, by the way), but this is the best I can do right now. I might rewrite this later on. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one.
Chapters: {Cast} {One} {Two} {Three} {Four} {Five} {Six} {Seven} {Eight} {Nine} {9A} {Ten} {10A} {Eleven} {Twelve}
I listened to Jin’s heavy breaths while I worked to reveal more and more of his skin. Almost-gasps broke out of his mouth, and I continued uncovering him. I watched the sweat trickle down his jaw, his lips forming a smile at the breeze that hit his flushed skin.
“Fuck, I was melting in that thing,” he said to me, his hand tugging on the gorget covering his neck. “Thanks for your help, Kai.”
“No problem,” I responded, handing him the articles I removed - a craft foam helmet and a fake beard. Letting out a soft laugh, I continued helping Jin get out of the rest of his styrene and rubber sheet armor. It was quite amusing, really, how he and a bunch of other guys somehow ended up wearing these silly costumes and how I smelled like every adhesive known to man.
The circumstances that led to the current situation all started during lunchtime.
I had already known that it was an unusual day, with Nao being quiet that entire morning. Nao was nothing at all like his usual self; not once did he bug me during class, nor did he raise his hand confidently while everyone else broke into a cold sweat at the teacher’s questions. Though the bastard still managed to ace his tests, he was obviously distracted, and everyone noticed. He told everyone that he was alright, but that was bullshit; I knew better than that.
Come lunch break, Nao and I proceeded to the school rooftop, our usual spot for lunch and cutting classes. It did cross my mind that it probably wasn’t a good idea to bring a depressed friend to a very high place, but what the hell, the whole point of me being there was for me to stop him from doing anything idiotic.
Nao read my uneasiness and smiled at me. “Don’t worry, Kai,” he chuckled as he opened the rooftop door. “I’m not going to- what the fuck.”
Our next moves didn’t need any assessment of the situation, or careful planning, or calculations of risks, or any of that crap. Nao and I immediately ran to the ledge where Miku and Bou stood together, and we managed to grab them before they decided to jump off and dive for the pavement several floors below.
A few frantic calls later, Aoi and Uruha arrived at the scene. They managed to get Miku and Bou to talk while Nao and I just stood there listening, lunch and the rest of the afternoon’s classes forgotten.
“So basically,” Uruha said, his fingers carving circles onto his temple. “You two decided to off yourselves because the entire cast for your theater club project quit?”
Sobs from Mizer’s two resident cross-dressers and wordless nods were all Uruha got in response. I stood beside Nao, and both of us watched Miku and Bou shudder in despair. Everyone knew that Malice’s theater club signed up for an inter-school theater competition. And as the club’s main artisans, Miku and Bou worked their asses off to prepare for this contest. They even went as far as spending their own money for materials for these creations.
Evidently, Miku’s now-ex-girlfriend, one of the actresses for the project, dumped him for another member of the club, a girl Bou dated once. And before Miku or Bou could react, the new couple rounded up the entire club and convinced everyone to boycott the project. So now Miku and Bou had a bunch of unfinished costumes and props and stage sets that they made with their own hands, no money left, no actors, and no more will to live.
“Why couldn’t you just get new actors?” Aoi asked.
Having calmed down a little, Bou answered. “The contest is in two days. We couldn’t possibly get enough Malice students to act for us on such short notice. And we need people to help us with props too.”
“How many do you need?”
Miku rubbed his tears away with the base of his hand. “Nine actors and as many crew members as possible.”
Uruha rolled his eyes at the answer. “All nineteen of Mizer’s student residents go to Malice, don’t they?”
Aoi stepped away from the railing he was leaning on and patted Miku’s shoulder. “Nineteen idiots should be enough, right?”
That very evening, all nineteen of those idiots were at the school auditorium, learning lines, learning to work with sound equipment and stage lights, and learning to love the smell of rubber cement. Miku and Bou initially thought of getting just Aoi and Uruha; the fact that those two were helping out would be more than enough reason for the original cast to rejoin this project. But the two seniors were against the idea; they didn’t want any of those assholes to get any credit for Miku and Bou’s work. Plus the other guys all agreed to lend a hand, if it meant being able to help Mana get decent heating systems for the dorm. Something better than (Reita’s) knitted blankets, at the very least.
It was only when we got there that we learned we were supposed to be working on a scene from Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. Nine guys were to play the characters, and the rest were to help with stuff like sounds, stage effects, and props. Miku and Bou told us beforehand that they needed help finishing some props, but we had no idea that among these props included a fucking huge collapsible Balrog on wheels.
While taking a break from assembling the brute of a stage prop, I watched Nao practice his lines. The guy admitted that he couldn’t act (he was right about that, sadly), but he agreed to play Gandalf, the scene’s most challenging role, as he was the only one who could memorize all those lines in such a short time. The rest of the cast laughed at how horrible his acting skills were, and he laughed along with them. I smiled, feeling rather proud of the guy; love was probably still kicking him in the gut, but here he was, doing his best to help other people.
I felt proud of everyone, really, and how they all agreed to lend Miku and Bou a hand. No one complained, with the exception of Jin being uncomfortable in his Gimli costume, Yuuki crying about Kazuki accidentally pouring glue on the poor guy’s wig, and everyone wanting to beat the crap out of the people who abandoned Miku and Bou.
Especially after we found out that Miku’s now-ex-girlfriend was none other than the same girl Aoi was dating until two weeks ago. It wouldn’t have been an issue if Miku hadn’t been going out with her for a whole year.
But really, we were too busy to stay angry, with all of us preoccupied with work and goofing off every so often. Much to the disgust of some and the amusement of most, Frodo Ruki and Gimli Jin had fun molesting the unfinished Balrog. While that was happening, someone mentioned how he wondered what it would be like if Boromir, Gandalf, Aragorn, and Legolas had a dance off; Byou, Nao, Aoi, and Uruha were quite happy to satisfy his curiosity. The dance off would have lasted pretty long if Takeru didn’t nearly kill Aoi with a bow and arrow (the guy wanted to see if Uruha’s bow and arrow set really worked). Aoi would have died if Takuya didn’t block the arrow on time with the frying pan that conveniently came with his costume. The only actor who wasn’t joining in the asshatery was Hiroto in his Pippin costume, but that was only because he was taking videos of the entire thing.
The dance off continued the next night, when we miraculously finished constructing everything.
“What is this new devilry?”
“We’re on, guys.”
That was our signal to get in the Balrog and get ready to roll it in. With nine guys acting and six guys taking care of other things like lights and audio and stuff for the stage, that left only four of us to operate the stage prop - Tora, Reita, Kazuki, and me.
“A Balrog, a demon of the ancient world,” I heard Nao say. “This foe is beyond any of you! Run!”
“Push!”
“MOTHERFUCKING SH- THIS THING IS HEAVY!”
The music and the audience cheering managed to drown out whatever sound we made as we moved the damn Balrog and all fifteen feet of it onto the stage. Even Tora and Kazuki who didn’t normally make any sounds at all were pretty much growling at the weight while Reita and I were yelling profanities at every corner of the stage prop’s interiors. This was the fucking thirteenth trial of Hercules.
Then I realized that none of the members of the cast had ever seen this, since we just finished constructing this thing last night.
“Th-that’s a huge bitch.”
“That’s so badass!”
“Does it breathe fire?”
“Idiot, get the fuck out of the way!”
The audience must have liked the totally spontaneous comments that hijacked the script, as the cheering got even louder. I gave the colossal prop a harder shove, still cursing, but laughing this time. Of course I still wanted us to win the competition; I wanted to win for Miku and Bou. But as for myself, I didn’t give a shit. I was happy just to be part of this production. This is what it felt like to work with good people. With friends.
“Gandalf!”
“You cannot pass!”
I could only guess that our position was perfect when I heard the crowd go wild at what was most likely Yuuki’s work with the video screen backdrop, making the Balrog look like it was on flames. At least I hoped our location was right - the cheering could have been because we were way off. I had to look at Miku’s marks again just to see if we were at least on the correct side of the stage.
“I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun!”
“Push, you bastards!”
Push we did, yet again cursing as we moved inch by painful inch toward the stage lift that marked our last position for this project. Once the trail of markings ended, the hard part of our job was done.
“Go back to the shadow!”
Putting all my weight on to my hands, I drove the Balrog harder toward our destination. I prayed hard that our timing was just right for all the effects that were supposed to play on the video screen. Or that someone was moving the screen or something, if our timing was off.
“YOU SHALL NOT PASS!”
“Holy butt fuck, we made it.”
Right as Nao yelled, right when he heard the thump on the stage, we reached the stage lift. Almost immediately, someone activated the lift, and we felt ourselves descending. About half of the Balrog was still exposed when the lift stopped going down, but with a few well-placed pillars and rocks and Saga activating all sorts of stage effects on us, we managed to quickly disassemble the Balrog (hopefully) totally concealed.
I wasn’t sure how exactly Nao ended up with a noose around his waist, but he did, and Kazuki’s hands were on the end of the rope. Nao was pulled toward the lift, and thankfully enough, he had the presence of mind to grip on something before Kazuki pulled him in completely.
“Gandalf!”
And Nao finally spoke the lines we all were dying to hear for the last few minutes. “Fly, you fools.”
“NO!”
I couldn’t help but let out a relieved, victorious cry, pretty sure I wouldn’t be heard through Ruki’s yelling and the loud music. “FUCK YES.”
With that, the curtains closed, the cast ran to the lift and jumped all over us, and we all cheered. It was fucking done. The rest of the guys joined us backstage not too long after that, all feeling as triumphant as we did.
“We should have won,” Miku uttered over dinner. “You were all amazing.”
“You really were,” Bou added. “Our old crew couldn’t have done it better.”
Byou shushed both of them, and then stuffed his mouth with more popcorn. They smiled and obeyed, keeping quiet as we all watched - surprise, surprise - The Fellowship of the Ring with the new television set we won as a prize for the “Audience Choice Award.” It was too bad we couldn’t get cash instead, but hell, we were more than happy that we could replace the old dining room television set that had been slathered with maple syrup and never worked the same away again since.
“Shit, look at how badass that looks,” Yuuki said. “Too bad the video effects didn’t work.”
Huh? A little confused, I nudged Nao. “What does he mean the video effects didn’t work?” I asked, keeping my voice down. “Was our timing off?”
“Your timing was fine,” Nao whispered, his eyes still on the screen. “It was a technical malfunction. The video didn’t play.”
I raised an eyebrow. “So what was all that cheering for when we started moving toward the lift?”
Nao looked at me, mouth smiling but eyes cringing. “Aoi…assaulted Uruha.”
I still didn’t get what the hell he meant. “Assaulted? With his sword?”
“With his mouth, actually,” he replied. “But yes, I suppose you can put it that way.”
The uneasy feeling that formed in my stomach shut me up. After being told that, suddenly I wasn’t so sure if it was the Balrog that won us the new TV set. But that was immaterial; I still felt quite pleased with myself. Nevermind that Miku’s ex-girlfriend was probably kicking herself for cheating on Miku and making a fool out of Aoi. Miku and Bou were happy, once more proud of who they were and what they did as a hobby.
Nao and I were the last to leave the dining room. He was his usual chipper self again, cracking jokes while we walked back to our rooms. It seemed that Nao had cheered up, probably realizing that there was more to life than fretting over unreciprocated infatuation. It didn’t matter to me if I needed other people to help out to cheer Nao up; I was just happy at the fact that he did.
“It was just a kiss, but man, the crowd went fucking wild,” Nao laughed while narrating how Aoi and Uruha drew the audience’s attention from the embarrassingly blank screen behind us. “They- hey, did you hear that?”
“Hear what?”
“That.”
“What are-”
“Mmm…fuck.”
“Holy shit.”
We found ourselves right beside the door to Tora’s room. Frozen in our tracks, we were pretty damn sure the voice came from in there. Another voice accompanied it. From the sound of his grunting earlier, I knew the other voice was Tora.
And that was definitely no lady he was having sex with.
“Harder, Tora.”
“Son of a…” Nao said softly, moving his face closer to the door. “Wh-what the fuck is going on? Who are those?”
“Tora and…” I refused to believe it, but I recognized who it was. The more I heard him, the more certain I was, and the more uncomfortable I got.
Tora moaned, completing my response to Nao’s question.
“Kazuki.”
A/N: Unexplainable theater tricks FTW.
Chapter 13A