Welcome to Mizer House, Ch. 15/x
Title: Welcome to Mizer House
Chapters: 15/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: A hugetastic storm is approaching my area right now, and I'm expecting at least a power outage, so I thought I should write and post this before that happens.
Chapters: {Cast} {One} {Two} {Three} {Four} {Five} {Six} {Seven} {Eight} {Nine} {9A} {Ten} {10A} {Eleven} {Twelve} {Thirteen} {13A} {Fourteen}
Attendance in Malice’s Cultural Festival was optional, so I had to remind myself what the hell I was doing in Class 2-C’s maid café. Staring at the empty teacup in front of me, I sighed as I finally remembered. Nao had pestered me throughout breakfast my opinion on how he should ask a certain girl out, the same one he had been stalking in the library for a few weeks now. Even though we finally settled with just fucking ask, the guy still wanted me to be there. He dragged me to her class exhibit, and sure enough, she was here, wearing a maid costume and serving tea and coffee and pastries. Three cups of tea (and many customers taking pictures of Bou in a maid outfit) later, Nao finally stood up and walked up to her.
One, two…twenty sugar cubes stacked; still no Nao. The girl was nowhere in the café as well. “Nao, you turd,” I muttered to myself as I handed Bou some notes. “Make me pay for your goddamn tea, why don’t you?”
Right across the maid café was Class 1-B’s wagashi stand. The throng of girls lining up for daifuku made it hard to see the storefront. From where I was sitting, however, I could see Takuya on the side, pounding mochi, while another guy turned and moistened the glutinous rice, obviously trying to keep up with Takuya’s pace.
I wanted to slap myself for trying to remember what Takuya’s lips tasted like.
Since I was at school anyway, I thought I might as well go around, try to have fun, try not to stay irritated at getting ditched, and attempt to get last night and my very awkward first kiss out of my head. Just when I was about to get up and leave, someone tapped my shoulder. As soon as I turned my head, everything went white.
One second. A click and a shutter. “Hey Kai.”
I blinked at the camera-toting guy, relieved that my last memory on Earth wouldn’t be thinking if Takuya tasted anything like dango. “Hi Hiroto. What’s up?”
“Just finished taking photos of all the exhibits. I don’t want Saga yelling at me for lack of pictures on a big event like this one,” he replied as he slumped on the chair Nao previously occupied. “Where’s Nao?”
I rolled my eyes. “Probably on a date.”
“With who?”
I frowned slightly, trying to recall the name Nao mentioned. “Yui Yoshioka, Class 2-C.”
“That’s cool. She’s a sweet girl,” Hiroto took the teacup set in front of him. “You must miss him, huh? I know I missed Tora when he started going out on dates.”
My eyes widened at the mention of the resident. “Tora-” I wanted to ask Hiroto if he knew anything about the guy I thought Tora was going out with, but I stopped myself. For one thing, even though I was positive Tora and Kazuki had sex at least once, I didn’t know if they were actually in a serious relationship. For another, I wasn’t supposed to know about it in the first place, so mentioning it might be dangerous. “T-Tora’s dating someone?”
“Is it really that shocking?” Hiroto laughed in response. “Yeah, he is.”
“S-sorry. Tora just didn’t seem the type to…” I swallowed, and then I finished my sentence. “He doesn’t look like he’d have time for girls.” I hoped I wasn’t too obvious.
Seeming not to have noticed anything, Hiroto took a sip of his tea. “Tora and I have known each other since we were little,” he started. “Back then, he was this really tiny and shy child who talked in old-fashioned Japanese. A lot of the other kids bullied him. I did what I could to protect him, being the bigger kid at the time.” He laughed softly before setting his teacup down. “Sometime around the end of middle school, I found myself on the receiving end of bullying. Until, of course, Tora found out and singlehandedly beat the crap out of everyone who hurt me. He’s been annoyingly overprotective ever since.”
I rested my chin in my hand. I didn’t know of this side of Tora before. In my head, he had always been this badass who could and would rip my face in half if I pissed him off enough. It never really crossed my mind that he maintained that image for a friend. I wondered if Tora got that motorcycle to protect Hiroto, but I decided not to ask.
“Now that he’s dating someone, I do miss him, but I’m really happy for him,” he continued. “The first few days of Nao’s relationship with Yui are gonna suck for you. But don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Plus Yui’s really nice, so I’m sure the two of you would get along. For now, just try to be happy for Nao.”
I nodded, realizing what a jerk I’ve been for a moment there. Nao was a great guy; he deserved to be happy. A few hundred yen for three cups of tea was a small, small price to pay if it meant a short moment of joy for my best friend. All I had to do now was get ready to spend less time with Nao and figure out how to spend that time.
As if he read my mind, Hiroto gave me a suggestion. “By the way, you should do something about that sleep-talking habit of yours.”
Wait, what? “Sleep-talking?” I repeated. How did he know? Did this mean Hiroto was present when I fell asleep in the bathroom?
Before he could respond, we heard something explode a few classrooms away. Everyone in the café, Hiroto and myself included, got up and ran outside to check what it was. The sound of Hiroto gasping signaled that something was wrong. At the sight of smoke coming out Class 3-D’s exhibit, my heart raced.
Oh shit. Hiroto and I both ran towards the smoke. The smoke had disappeared by the time we got to the crowd by the classroom’s doorway, but I was still worried. I hoped no one in that classroom was hurt and that Nao and Yui weren’t in there. Squeezing through the crowd, I heard Hiroto call for Jin. He must have been really worried about his roommate.
Roommate.
Fuck. Shoving at people now, I fought harder to get to the classroom as I remembered that 3-D was Byou’s class. Shit, Byou, if you’re the one who caused this, I’ll…damn it, please be okay. “Byou!”
“Yo.”
I froze the minute I made it inside the room. The Hawaiian-themed restaurant (The Big Buhona - Jin’s idea, I’m sure) was still in one piece, for the most part. About the only things that were ruined were the electric socket on the wall, a mass of charred matter that appeared to have been a grass skirt, and Jin’s dignity. Hiroto ran to Jin, who was drenched and clearly not happy, and wearing nothing but a coconut bra and a pair of swimming trunks.
“Wh-what happened here?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing spectacular,” Byou replied, putting down the bucket he was holding. “Someone was too drunk to notice that he was dancing too close to the socket.”
Jin threw a glare in our direction. “Byou.”
“So he didn’t notice that his grass skirt got caught somewhere.”
“Quiet.”
“The next thing he knew, his balls were on fire.”
“Shut up!” Jin snapped. By this time, Hiroto and I had burst out laughing. We were still laughing when Aoi got there, and when he found out what happened, even he couldn’t hold back a snicker. Jin crying out, “I could have died!” did nothing to stop our guffaws. For some reason, the incident seemed even funnier with the fact that Jin escaped the whole ordeal without a single scratch - not even on his balls (we checked). The laughing stopped only when Hiroto dragged Jin out of the room so the poor guy could get dressed.
Needless to say, we were all glad no one was hurt. I was absolutely relieved, but like any normal day I’ve had in this school thus far, I didn’t stay panic-free for too long.
“President Shiroyama, your band should be on stage in a few minutes,” some random student event coordinator told Aoi. “Please get ready.”
“Already? Shit.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Well,” Aoi paused, trying to find the words to best describe the situation. “I can’t find our drummer anywhere.”
The poor girl looked nervous at Aoi’s response. “All the tickets have sold out,” she said. “You’re going to have to find a replacement drummer, or we’ll have to refund everything.”
A replacement drummer?
“The only other guy who I know can play just left.”
Hold on.
“We might still be able to catch him,” Byou said as he headed for the exit. “I’ll go run after Jin.”
“Byou, wait.”
At the sound of my voice, Byou stopped in his tracks and turned around. Aoi looked at me, head tilted to the side. Shaking slightly, I spoke again. “I can play a little,” I said, trying to remember the drumming rudiments I learned in middle school. “Let me hear the song. I-I can’t guarantee that I can play it the same way, but I’ll figure something out.”
Sitting behind a drum set, I braced myself for what would probably be the longest and most humiliating four-and-a-half minutes of my life. I didn’t regret volunteering, but I felt incredibly nervous once I heard the song. It was at a tempo I had never tried playing before, and I was listening to the damn thing while slipping on an incredibly tight and itchy costume (I couldn’t complain about my costume, though, when I saw Uruha’s outfit; I liked how my clothes properly concealed my thighs, among other things). I didn’t even have time to listen to the song again, as I was dragged to the stage before I could replay the parts I didn’t quite catch.
I did consider backing out, but when Ruki, Aoi, Uruha, and Reita all told me “thanks for this, Kai,” and “don’t worry, just have fun,” I couldn’t find it in myself to run away. Gripping on someone else’s old pair of drumsticks, I silently counted to myself. One, two, three, four…in an instant, I sent one hand banging on the hi-hat, and another hand hammering on the snare.
One, two, three, four - two guitars and a bass played along the beat I set. It was the first time I had ever heard anyone shout for joy at the sight of Reita. Not that I could blame them - the guy did look pretty cool with that badass bass guitar and his even more badass playing. Pulse, pulse did the notes of Reita’s bass line, heavy but crisp. Eight measures later, guitar melodies pierced through the air. The crowd cheered as Aoi and Uruha both walked towards the middle of the stage. They smiled at each other like the best friends they probably really were but refused to admit. After twenty-six measures of just instruments, Ruki began singing, completely eliminating his quiet and unassuming image.
I had a dream when I was a child; my predicted future map, even now, it hasn’t gone dull as I progress brilliantly ahead.
Two hundred beats per minute was the song’s tempo; my heart, on the other hand, throbbed at maybe ten times that rhythm. Reita looked at me with a confused look on his face, obviously catching that I was merely improvising. I struggled to remember how the drums sounded in the recorded demo as I saw him approach me. Oh shit, he’s mad. Oh shit, oh…
He was smiling. “That’s fucking awesome.”
Oh.
I’ve started running towards this one big dream. I’m able to do my best only because I have my treasured friends with me.
A minute and a half had passed. Hey, that wasn’t so bad. I kept going, and the idea of doing this for the next three minutes seemed less and less dreadful. Three minutes seemed very short, even. I only had three minutes left on the first school cultural festival activity I wasn’t forced to do. I was doing this for my friends. I was doing this with my friends.
Live strong, you young men. You’re not alone, so show your courage.
One, two, three, four - my whole body was counting now, hands and feet moving on their own, shifting grooves at certain measures. While my limbs were doing all the work for me, I danced behind the drum set. Sitting there with a wooden stick in each hand, I felt safe but so utterly powerful at the same time. I didn’t give a shit that people could see the stupid flailing little freshman last minute drummer; fuck, I was having fun.
Push forward, because at the end, friends, laughter, and a brilliant 'you' will be there.
“Kai, you rock!”
When I thought I couldn’t feel any more confident, I did, as I heard people actually cheer for me. The sight of Nao and his new girlfriend waving at me and calling my name made feel that much more secure. Pounding with even less hesitation now, I smiled back at them. Just from the looks of it I already knew that they were an awesome couple.
Not too far away from Nao and Yui stood Hiroto and a now decently clothed Jin. Jin was going apeshit in the audience, while Hiroto kept perfectly still. In the short span of time we made eye contact, Hiroto moved his head and his hands, making gestures that spelled out to my left, and then he winked at me.
Around two people away from Hiroto, through burning lights and amidst moving bodies, I saw Byou. Even though so many people surrounded him, he still looked alone. I wondered what the Cultural Festival was like for him last year. Was Kyo standing beside him? How did Byou look with someone standing next to him for him?
Then Byou grinned at me. At that point, I understood what Hiroto was trying to say.
You should do something about that sleep-talking habit of yours.
I missed a beat; so did my heart.
A/N: Song performed was Best Friends by The GazettE. Many thanks to focaccina for the English translations to the lyrics.
Chapter 16
Chapters: 15/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: A hugetastic storm is approaching my area right now, and I'm expecting at least a power outage, so I thought I should write and post this before that happens.
Chapters: {Cast} {One} {Two} {Three} {Four} {Five} {Six} {Seven} {Eight} {Nine} {9A} {Ten} {10A} {Eleven} {Twelve} {Thirteen} {13A} {Fourteen}
Attendance in Malice’s Cultural Festival was optional, so I had to remind myself what the hell I was doing in Class 2-C’s maid café. Staring at the empty teacup in front of me, I sighed as I finally remembered. Nao had pestered me throughout breakfast my opinion on how he should ask a certain girl out, the same one he had been stalking in the library for a few weeks now. Even though we finally settled with just fucking ask, the guy still wanted me to be there. He dragged me to her class exhibit, and sure enough, she was here, wearing a maid costume and serving tea and coffee and pastries. Three cups of tea (and many customers taking pictures of Bou in a maid outfit) later, Nao finally stood up and walked up to her.
One, two…twenty sugar cubes stacked; still no Nao. The girl was nowhere in the café as well. “Nao, you turd,” I muttered to myself as I handed Bou some notes. “Make me pay for your goddamn tea, why don’t you?”
Right across the maid café was Class 1-B’s wagashi stand. The throng of girls lining up for daifuku made it hard to see the storefront. From where I was sitting, however, I could see Takuya on the side, pounding mochi, while another guy turned and moistened the glutinous rice, obviously trying to keep up with Takuya’s pace.
I wanted to slap myself for trying to remember what Takuya’s lips tasted like.
Since I was at school anyway, I thought I might as well go around, try to have fun, try not to stay irritated at getting ditched, and attempt to get last night and my very awkward first kiss out of my head. Just when I was about to get up and leave, someone tapped my shoulder. As soon as I turned my head, everything went white.
One second. A click and a shutter. “Hey Kai.”
I blinked at the camera-toting guy, relieved that my last memory on Earth wouldn’t be thinking if Takuya tasted anything like dango. “Hi Hiroto. What’s up?”
“Just finished taking photos of all the exhibits. I don’t want Saga yelling at me for lack of pictures on a big event like this one,” he replied as he slumped on the chair Nao previously occupied. “Where’s Nao?”
I rolled my eyes. “Probably on a date.”
“With who?”
I frowned slightly, trying to recall the name Nao mentioned. “Yui Yoshioka, Class 2-C.”
“That’s cool. She’s a sweet girl,” Hiroto took the teacup set in front of him. “You must miss him, huh? I know I missed Tora when he started going out on dates.”
My eyes widened at the mention of the resident. “Tora-” I wanted to ask Hiroto if he knew anything about the guy I thought Tora was going out with, but I stopped myself. For one thing, even though I was positive Tora and Kazuki had sex at least once, I didn’t know if they were actually in a serious relationship. For another, I wasn’t supposed to know about it in the first place, so mentioning it might be dangerous. “T-Tora’s dating someone?”
“Is it really that shocking?” Hiroto laughed in response. “Yeah, he is.”
“S-sorry. Tora just didn’t seem the type to…” I swallowed, and then I finished my sentence. “He doesn’t look like he’d have time for girls.” I hoped I wasn’t too obvious.
Seeming not to have noticed anything, Hiroto took a sip of his tea. “Tora and I have known each other since we were little,” he started. “Back then, he was this really tiny and shy child who talked in old-fashioned Japanese. A lot of the other kids bullied him. I did what I could to protect him, being the bigger kid at the time.” He laughed softly before setting his teacup down. “Sometime around the end of middle school, I found myself on the receiving end of bullying. Until, of course, Tora found out and singlehandedly beat the crap out of everyone who hurt me. He’s been annoyingly overprotective ever since.”
I rested my chin in my hand. I didn’t know of this side of Tora before. In my head, he had always been this badass who could and would rip my face in half if I pissed him off enough. It never really crossed my mind that he maintained that image for a friend. I wondered if Tora got that motorcycle to protect Hiroto, but I decided not to ask.
“Now that he’s dating someone, I do miss him, but I’m really happy for him,” he continued. “The first few days of Nao’s relationship with Yui are gonna suck for you. But don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. Plus Yui’s really nice, so I’m sure the two of you would get along. For now, just try to be happy for Nao.”
I nodded, realizing what a jerk I’ve been for a moment there. Nao was a great guy; he deserved to be happy. A few hundred yen for three cups of tea was a small, small price to pay if it meant a short moment of joy for my best friend. All I had to do now was get ready to spend less time with Nao and figure out how to spend that time.
As if he read my mind, Hiroto gave me a suggestion. “By the way, you should do something about that sleep-talking habit of yours.”
Wait, what? “Sleep-talking?” I repeated. How did he know? Did this mean Hiroto was present when I fell asleep in the bathroom?
Before he could respond, we heard something explode a few classrooms away. Everyone in the café, Hiroto and myself included, got up and ran outside to check what it was. The sound of Hiroto gasping signaled that something was wrong. At the sight of smoke coming out Class 3-D’s exhibit, my heart raced.
Oh shit. Hiroto and I both ran towards the smoke. The smoke had disappeared by the time we got to the crowd by the classroom’s doorway, but I was still worried. I hoped no one in that classroom was hurt and that Nao and Yui weren’t in there. Squeezing through the crowd, I heard Hiroto call for Jin. He must have been really worried about his roommate.
Roommate.
Fuck. Shoving at people now, I fought harder to get to the classroom as I remembered that 3-D was Byou’s class. Shit, Byou, if you’re the one who caused this, I’ll…damn it, please be okay. “Byou!”
“Yo.”
I froze the minute I made it inside the room. The Hawaiian-themed restaurant (The Big Buhona - Jin’s idea, I’m sure) was still in one piece, for the most part. About the only things that were ruined were the electric socket on the wall, a mass of charred matter that appeared to have been a grass skirt, and Jin’s dignity. Hiroto ran to Jin, who was drenched and clearly not happy, and wearing nothing but a coconut bra and a pair of swimming trunks.
“Wh-what happened here?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing spectacular,” Byou replied, putting down the bucket he was holding. “Someone was too drunk to notice that he was dancing too close to the socket.”
Jin threw a glare in our direction. “Byou.”
“So he didn’t notice that his grass skirt got caught somewhere.”
“Quiet.”
“The next thing he knew, his balls were on fire.”
“Shut up!” Jin snapped. By this time, Hiroto and I had burst out laughing. We were still laughing when Aoi got there, and when he found out what happened, even he couldn’t hold back a snicker. Jin crying out, “I could have died!” did nothing to stop our guffaws. For some reason, the incident seemed even funnier with the fact that Jin escaped the whole ordeal without a single scratch - not even on his balls (we checked). The laughing stopped only when Hiroto dragged Jin out of the room so the poor guy could get dressed.
Needless to say, we were all glad no one was hurt. I was absolutely relieved, but like any normal day I’ve had in this school thus far, I didn’t stay panic-free for too long.
“President Shiroyama, your band should be on stage in a few minutes,” some random student event coordinator told Aoi. “Please get ready.”
“Already? Shit.”
“What’s the matter?”
“Well,” Aoi paused, trying to find the words to best describe the situation. “I can’t find our drummer anywhere.”
The poor girl looked nervous at Aoi’s response. “All the tickets have sold out,” she said. “You’re going to have to find a replacement drummer, or we’ll have to refund everything.”
A replacement drummer?
“The only other guy who I know can play just left.”
Hold on.
“We might still be able to catch him,” Byou said as he headed for the exit. “I’ll go run after Jin.”
“Byou, wait.”
At the sound of my voice, Byou stopped in his tracks and turned around. Aoi looked at me, head tilted to the side. Shaking slightly, I spoke again. “I can play a little,” I said, trying to remember the drumming rudiments I learned in middle school. “Let me hear the song. I-I can’t guarantee that I can play it the same way, but I’ll figure something out.”
Sitting behind a drum set, I braced myself for what would probably be the longest and most humiliating four-and-a-half minutes of my life. I didn’t regret volunteering, but I felt incredibly nervous once I heard the song. It was at a tempo I had never tried playing before, and I was listening to the damn thing while slipping on an incredibly tight and itchy costume (I couldn’t complain about my costume, though, when I saw Uruha’s outfit; I liked how my clothes properly concealed my thighs, among other things). I didn’t even have time to listen to the song again, as I was dragged to the stage before I could replay the parts I didn’t quite catch.
I did consider backing out, but when Ruki, Aoi, Uruha, and Reita all told me “thanks for this, Kai,” and “don’t worry, just have fun,” I couldn’t find it in myself to run away. Gripping on someone else’s old pair of drumsticks, I silently counted to myself. One, two, three, four…in an instant, I sent one hand banging on the hi-hat, and another hand hammering on the snare.
One, two, three, four - two guitars and a bass played along the beat I set. It was the first time I had ever heard anyone shout for joy at the sight of Reita. Not that I could blame them - the guy did look pretty cool with that badass bass guitar and his even more badass playing. Pulse, pulse did the notes of Reita’s bass line, heavy but crisp. Eight measures later, guitar melodies pierced through the air. The crowd cheered as Aoi and Uruha both walked towards the middle of the stage. They smiled at each other like the best friends they probably really were but refused to admit. After twenty-six measures of just instruments, Ruki began singing, completely eliminating his quiet and unassuming image.
I had a dream when I was a child; my predicted future map, even now, it hasn’t gone dull as I progress brilliantly ahead.
Two hundred beats per minute was the song’s tempo; my heart, on the other hand, throbbed at maybe ten times that rhythm. Reita looked at me with a confused look on his face, obviously catching that I was merely improvising. I struggled to remember how the drums sounded in the recorded demo as I saw him approach me. Oh shit, he’s mad. Oh shit, oh…
He was smiling. “That’s fucking awesome.”
Oh.
I’ve started running towards this one big dream. I’m able to do my best only because I have my treasured friends with me.
A minute and a half had passed. Hey, that wasn’t so bad. I kept going, and the idea of doing this for the next three minutes seemed less and less dreadful. Three minutes seemed very short, even. I only had three minutes left on the first school cultural festival activity I wasn’t forced to do. I was doing this for my friends. I was doing this with my friends.
Live strong, you young men. You’re not alone, so show your courage.
One, two, three, four - my whole body was counting now, hands and feet moving on their own, shifting grooves at certain measures. While my limbs were doing all the work for me, I danced behind the drum set. Sitting there with a wooden stick in each hand, I felt safe but so utterly powerful at the same time. I didn’t give a shit that people could see the stupid flailing little freshman last minute drummer; fuck, I was having fun.
Push forward, because at the end, friends, laughter, and a brilliant 'you' will be there.
“Kai, you rock!”
When I thought I couldn’t feel any more confident, I did, as I heard people actually cheer for me. The sight of Nao and his new girlfriend waving at me and calling my name made feel that much more secure. Pounding with even less hesitation now, I smiled back at them. Just from the looks of it I already knew that they were an awesome couple.
Not too far away from Nao and Yui stood Hiroto and a now decently clothed Jin. Jin was going apeshit in the audience, while Hiroto kept perfectly still. In the short span of time we made eye contact, Hiroto moved his head and his hands, making gestures that spelled out to my left, and then he winked at me.
Around two people away from Hiroto, through burning lights and amidst moving bodies, I saw Byou. Even though so many people surrounded him, he still looked alone. I wondered what the Cultural Festival was like for him last year. Was Kyo standing beside him? How did Byou look with someone standing next to him for him?
Then Byou grinned at me. At that point, I understood what Hiroto was trying to say.
You should do something about that sleep-talking habit of yours.
I missed a beat; so did my heart.
A/N: Song performed was Best Friends by The GazettE. Many thanks to focaccina for the English translations to the lyrics.
Chapter 16