Welcome to Mizer House, Ch. 18/x
Title: Welcome to Mizer House
Chapter: 18/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Crack with Plot, AU, School life, Slice of Life, Drama, Humor?, Smut (some chapters)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Extreme OOC-ness, language, magic mushrooms
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: Hurr. Finally got this update done. Oh, and no, I'm not kidding about the involvement of magic mushrooms in this chapter. Anyways, I hope you like it.
Chapters: {Cast} {One} {Two} {Three} {Four} {Five} {Six} {Seven} {Eight} {Nine} {9A} {Ten} {10A} {Eleven} {Twelve} {Thirteen} {13A} {Fourteen} {Fifteen} {Sixteen} {Seventeen}
A pristine sky covered Malice High School’s grounds that certain November morning. Winter was coming pretty soon, but the air felt like spring. From my spot on the bleachers, I looked up and closed my eyes. I inhaled the fresh scent of day, ignoring the weight on my shoulders and the uproar Takeru caused when he disqualified himself from the archery tournament. He had evidently shot an arrow towards a spectator, and it was the first time in a while anyone had ever seen Takeru lose his temper.
Oh, Takeru had good reason to want to kill Yuuki.
A few weeks before that, while Nao and I were doing homework (playing, for the most part), Yuuki talked about his beyond brilliant plan to pull a prank on Kazuki. He wanted revenge for the wig Kazuki ruined when we helped Miku and Bou with that theatre project. I really wouldn’t have paid Yuuki any heed if Nao didn’t. My best friend, on the other hand, wouldn’t have paid attention if it didn’t involve anything horribly illegal.
“Yuuki,” Nao breathed when he saw the package the sophomore showed us. “Where…how the hell did you get those?”
“Don’t ask,” came the retort. “All you have to know is that I’m putting these in Kazuki’s bento.”
I tilted my head. I didn’t catch why Yuuki thought it was a hilarious plan, and why Nao was so disturbed about it. “What’s so special about these mushrooms?”
I got my answer soon enough. But alas, it wasn’t through Kazuki. We found out the hard way that a certain someone in the dorm had this really bad habit of taking other people’s lunchboxes. It really would have been funny if anyone else at the dorm had taken Kazuki’s bento and accidentally ingested the strange mushrooms Yuuki put in there. But no, it just had to be him, and he just had to use the school’s PA system to show the whole world the serious damage those mushrooms did to him.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IT IS I, YOUR FABULOUS STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT. THE AWESOMENESS THAT IS MYSELF HAS FORMULATED A GLORIOUS PLAN FOR A MEDIEVAL-THEMED SPORTS FESTIVAL. YOU ALL BEST START TRAINING IN SWORD FIGHTING AND JAVELIN THROWING AND ALL THAT SHIT. GACKT, YOU WON’T REFUSE, RIGHT? OF COURSE NOT, YOU LOVE ME TOO MUCH. EVERYONE LOVES ME, THE INIMITABLE SHIROYAMA YUU! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
By the time Aoi came back to his senses, Principal Gackt had already arranged for the reconstruction for Malice’s grounds for it to resemble a medieval arena. He had also already mandated for the entire student population to train in various ancient sports.
Of course, none of us had any idea that we all had to wear full suits of armor on the day of the event. And these weren’t the ones Bou made with rubber sheets; these were fucking pieces of metal that were probably salvaged from dead people. So here we were, three armies of students clanking our way through school. Merely walking was a feat in itself; to have us run and do strenuous stuff like play medieval football was complete bullshit. It was for me, at least, as I wasn’t the one of those mutants (like Reita and Takuya) who could move around in armor like it weighed no more than my body hair.
“What the hell, you bastards can’t disqualify Takeru!” The man beside me yelled at no one in particular. His copper-colored hair shone against his gunmetal armor as he fidgeted on his spot. “Ah well, that just improves our team’s chances of winning, doesn’t it? Come on, Manabu, you can do this!”
Ignoring the silver slabs of metal plastered all over me, I smiled at the man who rarely ever spoke to people, let alone cheer for them. Byou and his adorable team spirit made me want to hug him. I had to admit, though, I wanted to do other things to him too; he looked hot in his black armor.
Before more sinful thoughts could settle in my head, I saw my best friend ascending the bleachers, moving as fast as he could in his silver armor toward the spot Byou and I occupied. “Kai! Shit, I finally found you.”
“What’s going on?”
Nao lifted his face from his gorget and huffed, attempting to catch his breath. “Your event’s about to start. If you don’t get your ass there right now, our team’s gonna lose by default.”
A confused frown crept its way to my face. I was pretty sure the hundred-meter dash wasn’t until later that afternoon. “Event? What event?”
“Aren’t you jousting?”
My eyes widened and a not-so-fresh feeling swirled in my stomach. “What?”
The list field was nowhere near as badass or as exciting as it appeared in movies. The place smelled like horseshit, and the thousands of pairs of eyes fixed on me pretty much just screamed destroy this little shithead. Horseback riding was certainly not one of my core competencies, and more than anything, I wanted to back out. The problem was I couldn’t do that without losing by default, docking much needed points from my team, and facing the wrath of angry teammates. After just a few quick instructions, I mounted my horse, and Nao handed me my lance.
Well, shit.
“Nao,” I said, taking the weapon from him while attempting to maintain my balance. “Who am I up against?”
“Gold Team,” he replied. “To be specific, it’s…”
From the other side of the tiltyard, I saw my opponent. I got to see his face before he closed the visor of his helmet. We hadn’t even started the match yet, and the stark difference in skill was already painfully obvious. On a black steed he rode so fucking confidently as he took the lance he was going to murder me with.
I already knew who he was, but Byou decided to say his name anyway. “…Amano Shinji.”
Fuuuuuuuuck.
Stay alive was the first item on the list of short-term goals I set for myself with the short life I probably had left as I braced myself for a good beating from Tora. And if whatever was tied around Tora’s arm indicated that he was fighting for someone’s honor, then he had even more reason to beat me, more reason to disembowel me, if necessary. Getting seriously hurt was inevitable; what I was more concerned with now was keeping my innards inside my body. I didn’t even give a flying fuck about winning the goddamn match.
The signal came, and I rode off into my imminent doom. My life must have flashed before my eyes as I recalled Byou telling me something about Tora and his very odd way of speaking. Something about Tora talking like a Renaissance-period knight.
Evidently, the motherfucker jousted like one too.
Light and color slowly washed over pitch black, and I found myself coming back to life on a bed somewhere, my silver armor no longer weighing me down. The smell of antiseptic made me think I was being embalmed, but then little chunks of memory came back to me in swells of blunt pain in my head and on my chest. I blinked at the images of wooden shards flying past my face and spinning skies and rapidly approaching earth, and in full aching glory I finally remembered getting knocked off my horse during the jousting match. I also remembered that this was the school infirmary and not some funeral parlor. My whole body hurt like a bitch, but I smiled. Operation Don’t Die was a success.
Only then did I notice two voices a few feet away. They were murmuring at first, and then gradually the voices became clearer. Clear enough, at least, for me to recognize that one of them came from Byou. The other one sounded like another dude from the dorm, but my head hurt too much to make out which one he was.
As per usual, Byou gave me the answer. “Don’t tell anyone else yet, alright Jin?”
I was about to interrupt their conversation and let them know that I was awake, but Jin’s response put a stop to my train of thought. “Sure, but what are you going to do about Ruki?”
Eh?
“Am I supposed to do anything?” came Byou’s response. “The whole point of me dating again is so that I could move on. Both of us have to, Jin.”
“Masahito.” That was the first time I heard anyone call Byou by his real name, and it was the first time I heard Jin use such a serious tone. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy for you, and I think Kai is a good guy. But I think you owe Ruki some closure.”
“That will just hurt him. I can’t wound him anymore than I already have.”
“And you think just ditching him wouldn’t offend him?” Jin snapped. “Masahito, don’t you care about Takanori at all?”
“Damn it, Kunihiko, of course I do!” Byou hissed. “I care about him deeply and he means a lot to me, but as things are, we can’t help each other heal without hurting each other. And like I said already, I don’t want to fucking hurt him anymore.”
Mind frozen, I was too shocked to say a word or move an inch. I never would have guessed that Byou had a past with Ruki. What kind of past it was, I didn’t know. Rather, I was scared to know. Byou told me about Kyo, but he never mentioned anything about Ruki. Whatever was between them was apparently special enough for someone like Jin to take seriously, and fuck, for Byou to still care about him that much.
“Whatever.” Jin headed for the exit, but he turned around to deliver another message to Byou and an attack to me. “As much as Kai loves you, that kid can’t possibly compare to Ruki.”
Even after Jin left, something wrenched in my chest, and it wasn’t from my jousting injuries. The walls of the infirmary seemed to slowly close in on me. Although the space in the room appeared to be getting smaller, Byou looked more and more distant. I lifted myself off the bed and sat up; I had to reach for him.
“Byou.”
The upperclassman nearly jumped upon hearing my voice. He turned around, surprise coating his face. “Hey, you’re awake. Thank good-”
I could have pretended everything was just fucking peachy, but I couldn’t restrain myself. “What was that all about?”
The few seconds of silence that flowed into the room was almost palpable and more than enough to choke us. Byou did look like he got the air knocked out of him. I did my best to look unscathed, but I wasn’t sure how well that went.
“It’s nothing,” Byou finally replied. “I’ll deal with it.”
That did not satisfy me. “Can’t you even tell me what the hell is going on and what exactly you have to ‘deal with’?”
“I’ll let you know when I’m done fixing things. Not now, okay?”
“What-” I intended to preserve the harmony between us, but the words kept pouring out. “What the hell happened between you and Ruki, and why the fuck can’t I know about it?”
“Will you just fucking trust me?”
“I could ask you the same fucking thing! You’re the one hiding shit from me.” At this point, I rose from the bed and got on my feet. The sting in my chest vacated my system in a series of words that flowed too fast for me to stop. “Is that why you haven’t broadcasted your dating status yet? So Ruki won’t find out, and you won’t hurt him, because he’s worth your protection and I’m not?”
“Jesus, how hard did you hit your head?” Byou shot back before shaking his head and turning his back on me. “You know what, we can talk later once you calm the fuck down.”
Shivering, I stood there as I watched him head for the door. Wait, I wanted to tell him. Please don’t leave me, I wanted to say. But the words came out dreadfully wrong.
“Go ahead and leave like what Kyo did to you.”
It took a split second for Byou to turn around and another one for him to approach me and grab the collar of my shirt. He raised his free hand to aim his fist at me, but I was too busy paying attention to the expression on his face. Sheer rage or utter sorrow, I didn’t know which one was more dominant, but he definitely looked hurt. The ache remained visible as he put his fist down and shoved me. As I collided with the wall, one more time, he turned his back on me and walked his way out. This time, I kept my mouth shut. Even if I said anything, he probably wouldn’t have looked back.
Picking up the pieces of my armor, I dared my tears to gush out, but they never did.
Chapter 19
Chapter: 18/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Crack with Plot, AU, School life, Slice of Life, Drama, Humor?, Smut (some chapters)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Extreme OOC-ness, language, magic mushrooms
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: Hurr. Finally got this update done. Oh, and no, I'm not kidding about the involvement of magic mushrooms in this chapter. Anyways, I hope you like it.
Chapters: {Cast} {One} {Two} {Three} {Four} {Five} {Six} {Seven} {Eight} {Nine} {9A} {Ten} {10A} {Eleven} {Twelve} {Thirteen} {13A} {Fourteen} {Fifteen} {Sixteen} {Seventeen}
A pristine sky covered Malice High School’s grounds that certain November morning. Winter was coming pretty soon, but the air felt like spring. From my spot on the bleachers, I looked up and closed my eyes. I inhaled the fresh scent of day, ignoring the weight on my shoulders and the uproar Takeru caused when he disqualified himself from the archery tournament. He had evidently shot an arrow towards a spectator, and it was the first time in a while anyone had ever seen Takeru lose his temper.
Oh, Takeru had good reason to want to kill Yuuki.
A few weeks before that, while Nao and I were doing homework (playing, for the most part), Yuuki talked about his beyond brilliant plan to pull a prank on Kazuki. He wanted revenge for the wig Kazuki ruined when we helped Miku and Bou with that theatre project. I really wouldn’t have paid Yuuki any heed if Nao didn’t. My best friend, on the other hand, wouldn’t have paid attention if it didn’t involve anything horribly illegal.
“Yuuki,” Nao breathed when he saw the package the sophomore showed us. “Where…how the hell did you get those?”
“Don’t ask,” came the retort. “All you have to know is that I’m putting these in Kazuki’s bento.”
I tilted my head. I didn’t catch why Yuuki thought it was a hilarious plan, and why Nao was so disturbed about it. “What’s so special about these mushrooms?”
I got my answer soon enough. But alas, it wasn’t through Kazuki. We found out the hard way that a certain someone in the dorm had this really bad habit of taking other people’s lunchboxes. It really would have been funny if anyone else at the dorm had taken Kazuki’s bento and accidentally ingested the strange mushrooms Yuuki put in there. But no, it just had to be him, and he just had to use the school’s PA system to show the whole world the serious damage those mushrooms did to him.
“LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IT IS I, YOUR FABULOUS STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT. THE AWESOMENESS THAT IS MYSELF HAS FORMULATED A GLORIOUS PLAN FOR A MEDIEVAL-THEMED SPORTS FESTIVAL. YOU ALL BEST START TRAINING IN SWORD FIGHTING AND JAVELIN THROWING AND ALL THAT SHIT. GACKT, YOU WON’T REFUSE, RIGHT? OF COURSE NOT, YOU LOVE ME TOO MUCH. EVERYONE LOVES ME, THE INIMITABLE SHIROYAMA YUU! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
By the time Aoi came back to his senses, Principal Gackt had already arranged for the reconstruction for Malice’s grounds for it to resemble a medieval arena. He had also already mandated for the entire student population to train in various ancient sports.
Of course, none of us had any idea that we all had to wear full suits of armor on the day of the event. And these weren’t the ones Bou made with rubber sheets; these were fucking pieces of metal that were probably salvaged from dead people. So here we were, three armies of students clanking our way through school. Merely walking was a feat in itself; to have us run and do strenuous stuff like play medieval football was complete bullshit. It was for me, at least, as I wasn’t the one of those mutants (like Reita and Takuya) who could move around in armor like it weighed no more than my body hair.
“What the hell, you bastards can’t disqualify Takeru!” The man beside me yelled at no one in particular. His copper-colored hair shone against his gunmetal armor as he fidgeted on his spot. “Ah well, that just improves our team’s chances of winning, doesn’t it? Come on, Manabu, you can do this!”
Ignoring the silver slabs of metal plastered all over me, I smiled at the man who rarely ever spoke to people, let alone cheer for them. Byou and his adorable team spirit made me want to hug him. I had to admit, though, I wanted to do other things to him too; he looked hot in his black armor.
Before more sinful thoughts could settle in my head, I saw my best friend ascending the bleachers, moving as fast as he could in his silver armor toward the spot Byou and I occupied. “Kai! Shit, I finally found you.”
“What’s going on?”
Nao lifted his face from his gorget and huffed, attempting to catch his breath. “Your event’s about to start. If you don’t get your ass there right now, our team’s gonna lose by default.”
A confused frown crept its way to my face. I was pretty sure the hundred-meter dash wasn’t until later that afternoon. “Event? What event?”
“Aren’t you jousting?”
My eyes widened and a not-so-fresh feeling swirled in my stomach. “What?”
The list field was nowhere near as badass or as exciting as it appeared in movies. The place smelled like horseshit, and the thousands of pairs of eyes fixed on me pretty much just screamed destroy this little shithead. Horseback riding was certainly not one of my core competencies, and more than anything, I wanted to back out. The problem was I couldn’t do that without losing by default, docking much needed points from my team, and facing the wrath of angry teammates. After just a few quick instructions, I mounted my horse, and Nao handed me my lance.
Well, shit.
“Nao,” I said, taking the weapon from him while attempting to maintain my balance. “Who am I up against?”
“Gold Team,” he replied. “To be specific, it’s…”
From the other side of the tiltyard, I saw my opponent. I got to see his face before he closed the visor of his helmet. We hadn’t even started the match yet, and the stark difference in skill was already painfully obvious. On a black steed he rode so fucking confidently as he took the lance he was going to murder me with.
I already knew who he was, but Byou decided to say his name anyway. “…Amano Shinji.”
Fuuuuuuuuck.
Stay alive was the first item on the list of short-term goals I set for myself with the short life I probably had left as I braced myself for a good beating from Tora. And if whatever was tied around Tora’s arm indicated that he was fighting for someone’s honor, then he had even more reason to beat me, more reason to disembowel me, if necessary. Getting seriously hurt was inevitable; what I was more concerned with now was keeping my innards inside my body. I didn’t even give a flying fuck about winning the goddamn match.
The signal came, and I rode off into my imminent doom. My life must have flashed before my eyes as I recalled Byou telling me something about Tora and his very odd way of speaking. Something about Tora talking like a Renaissance-period knight.
Evidently, the motherfucker jousted like one too.
Light and color slowly washed over pitch black, and I found myself coming back to life on a bed somewhere, my silver armor no longer weighing me down. The smell of antiseptic made me think I was being embalmed, but then little chunks of memory came back to me in swells of blunt pain in my head and on my chest. I blinked at the images of wooden shards flying past my face and spinning skies and rapidly approaching earth, and in full aching glory I finally remembered getting knocked off my horse during the jousting match. I also remembered that this was the school infirmary and not some funeral parlor. My whole body hurt like a bitch, but I smiled. Operation Don’t Die was a success.
Only then did I notice two voices a few feet away. They were murmuring at first, and then gradually the voices became clearer. Clear enough, at least, for me to recognize that one of them came from Byou. The other one sounded like another dude from the dorm, but my head hurt too much to make out which one he was.
As per usual, Byou gave me the answer. “Don’t tell anyone else yet, alright Jin?”
I was about to interrupt their conversation and let them know that I was awake, but Jin’s response put a stop to my train of thought. “Sure, but what are you going to do about Ruki?”
Eh?
“Am I supposed to do anything?” came Byou’s response. “The whole point of me dating again is so that I could move on. Both of us have to, Jin.”
“Masahito.” That was the first time I heard anyone call Byou by his real name, and it was the first time I heard Jin use such a serious tone. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m happy for you, and I think Kai is a good guy. But I think you owe Ruki some closure.”
“That will just hurt him. I can’t wound him anymore than I already have.”
“And you think just ditching him wouldn’t offend him?” Jin snapped. “Masahito, don’t you care about Takanori at all?”
“Damn it, Kunihiko, of course I do!” Byou hissed. “I care about him deeply and he means a lot to me, but as things are, we can’t help each other heal without hurting each other. And like I said already, I don’t want to fucking hurt him anymore.”
Mind frozen, I was too shocked to say a word or move an inch. I never would have guessed that Byou had a past with Ruki. What kind of past it was, I didn’t know. Rather, I was scared to know. Byou told me about Kyo, but he never mentioned anything about Ruki. Whatever was between them was apparently special enough for someone like Jin to take seriously, and fuck, for Byou to still care about him that much.
“Whatever.” Jin headed for the exit, but he turned around to deliver another message to Byou and an attack to me. “As much as Kai loves you, that kid can’t possibly compare to Ruki.”
Even after Jin left, something wrenched in my chest, and it wasn’t from my jousting injuries. The walls of the infirmary seemed to slowly close in on me. Although the space in the room appeared to be getting smaller, Byou looked more and more distant. I lifted myself off the bed and sat up; I had to reach for him.
“Byou.”
The upperclassman nearly jumped upon hearing my voice. He turned around, surprise coating his face. “Hey, you’re awake. Thank good-”
I could have pretended everything was just fucking peachy, but I couldn’t restrain myself. “What was that all about?”
The few seconds of silence that flowed into the room was almost palpable and more than enough to choke us. Byou did look like he got the air knocked out of him. I did my best to look unscathed, but I wasn’t sure how well that went.
“It’s nothing,” Byou finally replied. “I’ll deal with it.”
That did not satisfy me. “Can’t you even tell me what the hell is going on and what exactly you have to ‘deal with’?”
“I’ll let you know when I’m done fixing things. Not now, okay?”
“What-” I intended to preserve the harmony between us, but the words kept pouring out. “What the hell happened between you and Ruki, and why the fuck can’t I know about it?”
“Will you just fucking trust me?”
“I could ask you the same fucking thing! You’re the one hiding shit from me.” At this point, I rose from the bed and got on my feet. The sting in my chest vacated my system in a series of words that flowed too fast for me to stop. “Is that why you haven’t broadcasted your dating status yet? So Ruki won’t find out, and you won’t hurt him, because he’s worth your protection and I’m not?”
“Jesus, how hard did you hit your head?” Byou shot back before shaking his head and turning his back on me. “You know what, we can talk later once you calm the fuck down.”
Shivering, I stood there as I watched him head for the door. Wait, I wanted to tell him. Please don’t leave me, I wanted to say. But the words came out dreadfully wrong.
“Go ahead and leave like what Kyo did to you.”
It took a split second for Byou to turn around and another one for him to approach me and grab the collar of my shirt. He raised his free hand to aim his fist at me, but I was too busy paying attention to the expression on his face. Sheer rage or utter sorrow, I didn’t know which one was more dominant, but he definitely looked hurt. The ache remained visible as he put his fist down and shoved me. As I collided with the wall, one more time, he turned his back on me and walked his way out. This time, I kept my mouth shut. Even if I said anything, he probably wouldn’t have looked back.
Picking up the pieces of my armor, I dared my tears to gush out, but they never did.
Chapter 19