Welcome to Mizer House, Ch. 19/x
Title: Welcome to Mizer House
Chapter: 19/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Crack with Plot, AU, School life, Slice of Life, Drama, Humor?, Smut (in side 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. Adventure, drama, and temptation fill the interiors of Mizer House.
Comments: Longest update thus far. This chapter was actually one of the very first scenes I pictured before I decided to write this story. It's because of the major (craaaack) scene here that this story exists, basically. I'm happy that it's finally written. Now all I have to do is tell what happens next.
Chapters: {Cast} {One} {Two} {Three} {Four} {Five} {Six} {Seven} {Eight} {Nine} {9A} {Ten} {10A} {Eleven} {Twelve} {Thirteen} {13A} {Fourteen} {Fifteen} {Sixteen} {Seventeen} {Eighteen}
Only a few hours of Sports Day had passed, and I already wanted to get the fuck away from school. While the rest of Japan most likely thought today was a clear, beautiful day, what felt like huge storm clouds loomed over my head, and a torrent of questions came pouring. Some of them were about Ruki. The guy was always quiet, and I would catch him hanging out with random people from time to time, but never with Byou. It only occurred to me then that from the time school started, I had never seen or heard Byou and Ruki talk. Not once.
Then there was Byou and this relationship. Where we stood and what was going to happen now, I had no idea. We hadn’t officially ended it, but with what we had right now, it was hard to tell whether or not we were still together. It wasn’t like I could ignore Byou for very long; the guy was my roommate, after all. A discussion was bound to happen, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it. I wasn’t ready to decide whether I wanted to beg for his forgiveness or hop on a horse again just to trample the living crap out of him.
So I engaged in the only conversation I felt like having - the one with my best friend and his girlfriend. “And that’s what happened,” I said, ending my narration of what transpired in the infirmary. Since Nao and Yui knew nothing of Byou having a dead ex-boyfriend, I left out the part where I mentioned Kyo, even though that’s what pissed Byou off and made this mess as bad as it was.
Not surprisingly, that left Nao confused. “So what the hell made Byou mad?”
“You know what a worthless shithead Byou is.” I realized I was being unfair, but whatever. I was too upset to give a rat’s ass. “Do you think I should I talk to Jin?”
“Given your temperament at the moment, if you do find him, it would be less of you talking and more of your foot up his ass, so no.”
I had to snicker at that. Nao really did know me well. I was an idiot for thinking Byou did too.
“Also, I agree that Byou is a monolithic douche,” my best friend added. “But he always has a good reason to be one, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, but what I don’t fucking understand is why I have to be the goddamn victim, whatever those reasons are,” I retorted. “Who the fuck is Ruki to him anyway, and how come he gets Byou’s protection and I have to be left in the dark?"
Nao didn’t answer to that, and I sighed at the knots tightening in my chest. The library was quiet, save for the sound of my breath and the flipping of pages under Yui’s fingers. My best friend’s girlfriend didn’t look like she was paying attention, so it surprised me a tad when she reacted. “Now that you mention it, I do remember Byou-senpai and Ruki-senpai being really close before.”
“How close, exact-” Something didn’t sound right. As soon as I figured out what it was, I raised an eyebrow at Yui. She and Ruki were in the same year; it didn’t make sense for her to refer to him as an upperclassman. “Hang on. Ruki-senpai?”
Yui nodded. “He’s supposed to be a senior now, but he had to repeat the second year, so even if we’re classmates, I still address him as senpai,” she replied. “He always used to hang out with Byou-senpai and Jin-senpai, then one day he just stopped coming to school. Well, he’s back now, but he’s different. He isn’t nearly as outgoing as he used to be.”
“What happened?” Nao asked.
His girlfriend shrugged. “Not sure. I heard he stopped coming to school after the previous history teacher died. He must have really liked his classes.”
Kyo. I stayed quiet, even more puzzled about Ruki and his history with Byou, and evidently, with Byou’s ex-boyfriend as well. If I wasn’t puzzled earlier, I certainly was now. What exactly did happen between them? But I did know that Jin was right about Ruki not being just an insignificant part of Byou’s past that Byou could simply ignore. I still, however, didn’t understand on what fucking grounds Jin would say Ruki was better than I was. It could have been true, but really, I didn’t have to hear it.
Just like I didn’t have to hear Aoi once again go apeshit with the school’s PA system.
“THE SUPERLATIVELY MAGNIFICENT STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT CORDIALLY INVITES ALL GENTLEMEN TO DISPLAY THEIR FIGHTING BRAVURA AT TODAY’S MAIN EVENT. THE MARVELOUS GLADIATOR BATTLE SHALL COMMENCE THIS AFTERNOON AT THE SCHOOL-GROUNDS-TURNED-ARENA. COME TO THE VENUE WHERE THE MECHANICS OF THIS MASSIVELY SPLENDID BATTLE SHALL BE EXPL- AH FUCK IT, I’M EXPLAINING IT NOW.”
“What the fuck?” I scratched my head as Aoi’s voice continued its blaring over every speaker in school. “Haven’t those shrooms worn off already?”
“Yes, they have. Unless Aoi had more of them.”
“Hold on. Didn’t someone volunteer to prepare everyone’s lunchboxes this morning?”
“Actually, yes, someone did.” Nao’s eyes widened as his photographic memory worked for him yet again. “And I’m pretty sure it was Uruha.”
“Shit.”
Nao and I both covered our faces with our hands while Aoi went on explaining his supposedly glorious and probably dangerous plan for Sports Day’s main event. At this point, Yui was just laughing her ass off. I really would have been laughing too, but at that moment, I was too embarrassed for Aoi to want to have anything to do with him.
“THIS BATTLE OF EPIC PROPORTIONS STARTS WITH ALL WARRIORS CARRYING MEDALS WITH THEM. THE OBJECT OF THIS REMARKABLE GAME IS FOR COMBATANTS TO DISARM EACH OTHER OF THEIR MEDALS WITH WHATEVER MEANS POSSIBLE. LAST MAN WITH HIS MEDAL INTACT AND STILL ATTACHED TO THEM WINS.”
The premise was already promising to sound ridiculous. But considering this was Aoi on drugs, it actually sounded too good to be true; this was too easy.
“SAID MEDALS WILL BE IN THE FORM OF PRODUCE FROM THE MOST FANTASTIC VERTICALLY-ENDOWED GOURD VARIETY OF VEGETATION, AND THESE MEDALS SHALL BE DANGLING BETWEEN THE GLADIATORS’ ADDUCTORS.”
“What the hell are adduc-”
“Inner thighs.”
I looked at my best friend, refusing to believe what I just heard. “Basically, he’s making a bunch of men reach for each other’s crotches and grab each other’s…” I cleared my throat before continuing. “…dangly bits.”
Nao still had his hand on his mouth to keep his jaw from falling, but I understood his response. “Yes, I’m pretty sure that’s what the game entails.”
“Now what would make a bunch of guys want to rip each other’s balls off?”
Cue Aoi’s answer. “THE CHAMPION SHALL WIN A TRIP TO HAWAII AND A DATE WITH A PORN STAR.” And fanfare music. “NOW GENTLEMEN, DON’T KEEP THE LOVELY LADY WAITING! AHAHAHAHA!”
Well damn. Just when I needed a good excuse to get as far away from here as possible, Aoi proposed this. Also, the prospect of hot sex didn’t sound like a bad idea; I had a boyfriend, but what the hell, I thought. Girls are still lovely, and I could use a bit of cheering up. Ignoring the battle cries outside and Nao and Yui asking me where the hell I was going, I got off my seat and headed for the exit.
Game. Fucking. On.
Not until I stood in the arena did I wonder what the fuck I got myself into. With other contestants I waited for the battle to start, while the rest of Malice’s student population waited for us to tear each other’s guts out. They all watched us, now clad in normal Gym wear instead of armor (for improved movement, they said, even though we actually needed the fucking armor more than ever). Everyone watched us walk around the grounds with phallic-shaped vegetables suspended on a string tied around our waists, thus hanging between our legs.
Of course, a lot of other dudes were in the arena with me. What did surprise me, really, was what the hell Reita was doing, standing right beside me on the battleground. I knew for a fact that he wasn’t single, and it wasn’t right for him to be vying for a chance to date a porn star. Not that I was any better, but it wasn’t likely that he and Yuuto were in a fix as much as Byou and I were.
And seeing Yuuto cheer for him didn’t help clear my confusion. “You can do it, Suzuki!”
“Hey,” I finally said to him. “Yuuto actually let you join this?”
I got a chuckle in response. “He suggested it, that crazy bastard,” Reita answered. “He told me that it would be a waste to miss out on a chance to get a free trip to Hawaii and have fun there.”
Damn, what kind of idiot would send their boyfriend to lollygag in Hawaii alone with a porn star? “He does realize that prizes are non-transferable, doesn’t he?” I asked. “In the event you do win, you can’t give him those tickets.”
“Yeah, we both know.”
“And he does realize that…well, the other prize is…”
“Kai.” Reita’s smile was calm, yet confident. “He trusts me.”
That struck me. Yuuto thought only of Reita’s happiness, and he had so much faith in Reita that he didn’t even think of the possibility of Reita cheating on him. I didn’t even ask Reita if he ever considered that maybe there was a reason Yuuto wanted to send him away, for I was positive that Reita trusted him too. They trusted each other so much; why was it so difficult for Byou and myself to believe in each other the same way?
While walking toward my assigned starting position, I wondered if Byou could see me right now as I finally admitted to myself that I was defiantly competing for a chance to cheat on him and it was wrong. But that thought didn’t settle for very long when a signal came, and all at once, people came charging at each other.
Fuck, it’s started.
The logical choice was to yank off my own ‘medal,’ get myself out of there, and save myself the trouble of fighting for my life against an army of horny bastards. My mind, however, wasn’t even in the same zip code as logical. Something told me not to back out. Fleeing was something I had done so many times, and I was just about to do that to Byou too. But no, I thought, not this time. I wasn’t even thinking of the prize anymore; I just wanted to prove that I wasn’t the type who would run away. To whom I was proving this to, I wasn’t sure. I just knew that I had to keep going.
Keep fighting.
Just when I decided that I wasn’t going to back out of this, some guy shoved me to the ground. Landing on my back, I shut my eyes upon impact. My arms extended instinctively, and I threw wild punches before I could even get my eyes to open. One, maybe two actually grazed the man, then he caught my wrists and pinned them to the ground. I kept moving, attempting to squirm my way out of his grasp; I wasn’t going down without a fight.
Even if the dude on top of me was Uruha.
Whenever he loosened his grip on my hands (presumably to reach for my crotch), I thrashed, and he would pin me down again. For a few long seconds, all he did was maintain his dominance while I tried to grapple my way out. Pretty as he might have been, the guy was fucking strong, and he was taller and shitloads heavier. All my movements were sealed, and I didn’t have a lot of options if I wanted to stay in the game.
So I went with the only option I had left. In one swift movement, I curled my back upwards and slammed my forehead against Uruha’s. I felt the fierce brunt of our collision and for a good second or two, none of my limbs listened to me. But I remained coherent enough to notice that Uruha’s grip on those limbs did weaken significantly. Once I realized that this was my chance, I pushed the blond off me. Through blurry vision and unsteady movements, I reached for that long and hard object between his thighs…
“Takashima is out!”
Clear eyesight gradually returned to me as I chucked the cucumber over my shoulder and walked away from Uruha. I couldn’t decipher any words amidst the screaming, but I was pretty sure I made a lot of girls mad. Just like that, I had turned into a public enemy.
Did I care? Nay. I was too busy wrestling with my next opponent to do so.
My next fights taught me various things about combat. First off, I learned that it was important to keep my guard up at all times, as people were actually shrewd enough to try to steal my ‘medal’ while I was preoccupied with another guy and his fist striking my solar plexus. Another thing I learned was that any guy, no matter how strong, would keel over when kicked in the balls. Some men were more precise than others, so I also discovered that getting kicked in just one testicle hurt much more than getting kicked in both of them.
All those lessons, I managed to survive, cucumber still intact and my family jewels now as tough as diamonds. I got ready for another one as I watched Reita kneeling above Takuya while prying the smaller boy’s legs open. Takuya didn’t make it easy for Reita, however; he sent his fist rocketing toward Reita’s liver. The impact lifted Reita a few inches off the ground before he collapsed beside the boy, coughing and gagging and gasping for air. He may have been small, but Takuya was the strongest guy I knew. He was my biggest threat in this match.
Holy shit.
There were no dramatics, no tension building, none of that shit. I didn’t even think of looking cool; I wanted him out of my way, and I needed to attack while he hadn’t recovered from Reita’s manhandling yet. Letting out a yell that would have made Tarzan proud, I charged at Takuya, arms stretched out and reaching for his inner thighs. I was able to dodge the kick that welcomed me, but I didn’t notice Takuya’s follow-up jab to my face.
Clean hit. In less than twenty-four hours, I had yet again experienced the same level of pain Tora gave me with his lance, but this time I got it from Takuya’s bare hands. By the time my surroundings had color again, I turned around to see why Takuya hadn’t finished me off yet.
“Get off me!”
My eyes widened when I saw Reita yet again pinning Takuya down. They flogged each other for a bit before Reita looked over his shoulder and yelled at me. “Hurry the fuck up, Kai!”
Immediately realizing what he meant, I ran toward their location, and as soon as I got there, I bore my hands down on Takuya’s wrists. With his hands now free, Reita pushed Takuya’s thighs apart.
“Oh my God, they’re gang raping him!”
“Go, go finish him, Suzuki!”
Half of the audience was absolutely appalled, while the other half couldn’t enjoy the show more. With the beast that was Takuya finally out of the way, it was now just between Reita and me, and only then did I realize that this wasn’t that much of a better option. There was a good reason why almost everyone in school was afraid of this guy. Takuya was strong, but Reita was a damn monster too.
The damn monster wasted no time in trying to get rid of me as he lunged and reached for my neither regions. At the exact same time, I angled my body forward and attacked. My eyes shut when we crashed against each other, but flew open again in a second, and I found myself looking at the ground. With Reita underneath me. Either by some fluke of physics or sheer dumb luck, I managed to move faster than Reita and sack him. This was my fucking chance.
Or so I thought, as my face found out that his hands were still free.
My whole body stung. Once again I looked at the sky while some guy was on top of me, hell-bent on getting his hands between my thighs. Reita held down both of my wrists with one hand while the other motioned toward my legs. I didn’t know if I had enough strength to stand up after this, much less protect myself from Reita. It felt like there was this sort of film on my face that made it hard to breathe and everything look hazy. The cheers from the crowd sounded more and more muffled, almost as vague as rain.
One voice remained clear, though. Keep fighting.
Reita already had his fingers wrapped around the damn vegetable I had protected with my life for the past few minutes. Fuck. With a grunt I wrenched one hand from his grasp, clenched my fist, and threw a punch, not giving a crap where it landed, as long as it landed somewhere. Reita’s breath expelled in a rush upon contact, and immediately after, he grimaced at the pain of my attack that had apparently hit him in the exact same area Takuya did. Funny, really, how it was actually the guy I thought was a threat that gave me an advantage.
Both of us were clearly running very low on energy; I still found it hard to hold a weakened Reita down to the ground, and Reita actually found it difficult to push me off and kick my ass. Panting, I put as much pressure as I could on his hands. I didn’t want to risk giving him the chance to retaliate. It took all I had to seal his movements, but even though I was on this side of the situation, I still found myself with no options for winning.
Save for one. “Kai…what the fuck, holy sh…” was all I heard from Reita when I did my final move.
Even the event commentator was shocked. “He…Uke used his teeth.”
I lifted my head from between Reita's thighs, and with my last bit of strength, I picked myself up. As soon as I dislodged the cucumber from my teeth and put the vegetable in my hand, the match was officially over. I still couldn’t tell if the noise from the crowd was of anger or of joy, but I knew I felt accomplished. It was the first time I fought with all my might, without running away. I still couldn't believe it though, not even when Reita got on his feet and patted my shoulder.
“S-Suzuki is out!”
But it was Reita’s voice that confirmed it for me. “Congratulations, kid,” he said. “You're damn strong.”
Chapter: 19/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: Crack with Plot, AU, School life, Slice of Life, Drama, Humor?, Smut (in side 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. Adventure, drama, and temptation fill the interiors of Mizer House.
Comments: Longest update thus far. This chapter was actually one of the very first scenes I pictured before I decided to write this story. It's because of the major (craaaack) scene here that this story exists, basically. I'm happy that it's finally written. Now all I have to do is tell what happens next.
Chapters: {Cast} {One} {Two} {Three} {Four} {Five} {Six} {Seven} {Eight} {Nine} {9A} {Ten} {10A} {Eleven} {Twelve} {Thirteen} {13A} {Fourteen} {Fifteen} {Sixteen} {Seventeen} {Eighteen}
Only a few hours of Sports Day had passed, and I already wanted to get the fuck away from school. While the rest of Japan most likely thought today was a clear, beautiful day, what felt like huge storm clouds loomed over my head, and a torrent of questions came pouring. Some of them were about Ruki. The guy was always quiet, and I would catch him hanging out with random people from time to time, but never with Byou. It only occurred to me then that from the time school started, I had never seen or heard Byou and Ruki talk. Not once.
Then there was Byou and this relationship. Where we stood and what was going to happen now, I had no idea. We hadn’t officially ended it, but with what we had right now, it was hard to tell whether or not we were still together. It wasn’t like I could ignore Byou for very long; the guy was my roommate, after all. A discussion was bound to happen, but I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it. I wasn’t ready to decide whether I wanted to beg for his forgiveness or hop on a horse again just to trample the living crap out of him.
So I engaged in the only conversation I felt like having - the one with my best friend and his girlfriend. “And that’s what happened,” I said, ending my narration of what transpired in the infirmary. Since Nao and Yui knew nothing of Byou having a dead ex-boyfriend, I left out the part where I mentioned Kyo, even though that’s what pissed Byou off and made this mess as bad as it was.
Not surprisingly, that left Nao confused. “So what the hell made Byou mad?”
“You know what a worthless shithead Byou is.” I realized I was being unfair, but whatever. I was too upset to give a rat’s ass. “Do you think I should I talk to Jin?”
“Given your temperament at the moment, if you do find him, it would be less of you talking and more of your foot up his ass, so no.”
I had to snicker at that. Nao really did know me well. I was an idiot for thinking Byou did too.
“Also, I agree that Byou is a monolithic douche,” my best friend added. “But he always has a good reason to be one, doesn’t he?”
“Yes, but what I don’t fucking understand is why I have to be the goddamn victim, whatever those reasons are,” I retorted. “Who the fuck is Ruki to him anyway, and how come he gets Byou’s protection and I have to be left in the dark?"
Nao didn’t answer to that, and I sighed at the knots tightening in my chest. The library was quiet, save for the sound of my breath and the flipping of pages under Yui’s fingers. My best friend’s girlfriend didn’t look like she was paying attention, so it surprised me a tad when she reacted. “Now that you mention it, I do remember Byou-senpai and Ruki-senpai being really close before.”
“How close, exact-” Something didn’t sound right. As soon as I figured out what it was, I raised an eyebrow at Yui. She and Ruki were in the same year; it didn’t make sense for her to refer to him as an upperclassman. “Hang on. Ruki-senpai?”
Yui nodded. “He’s supposed to be a senior now, but he had to repeat the second year, so even if we’re classmates, I still address him as senpai,” she replied. “He always used to hang out with Byou-senpai and Jin-senpai, then one day he just stopped coming to school. Well, he’s back now, but he’s different. He isn’t nearly as outgoing as he used to be.”
“What happened?” Nao asked.
His girlfriend shrugged. “Not sure. I heard he stopped coming to school after the previous history teacher died. He must have really liked his classes.”
Kyo. I stayed quiet, even more puzzled about Ruki and his history with Byou, and evidently, with Byou’s ex-boyfriend as well. If I wasn’t puzzled earlier, I certainly was now. What exactly did happen between them? But I did know that Jin was right about Ruki not being just an insignificant part of Byou’s past that Byou could simply ignore. I still, however, didn’t understand on what fucking grounds Jin would say Ruki was better than I was. It could have been true, but really, I didn’t have to hear it.
Just like I didn’t have to hear Aoi once again go apeshit with the school’s PA system.
“THE SUPERLATIVELY MAGNIFICENT STUDENT COUNCIL PRESIDENT CORDIALLY INVITES ALL GENTLEMEN TO DISPLAY THEIR FIGHTING BRAVURA AT TODAY’S MAIN EVENT. THE MARVELOUS GLADIATOR BATTLE SHALL COMMENCE THIS AFTERNOON AT THE SCHOOL-GROUNDS-TURNED-ARENA. COME TO THE VENUE WHERE THE MECHANICS OF THIS MASSIVELY SPLENDID BATTLE SHALL BE EXPL- AH FUCK IT, I’M EXPLAINING IT NOW.”
“What the fuck?” I scratched my head as Aoi’s voice continued its blaring over every speaker in school. “Haven’t those shrooms worn off already?”
“Yes, they have. Unless Aoi had more of them.”
“Hold on. Didn’t someone volunteer to prepare everyone’s lunchboxes this morning?”
“Actually, yes, someone did.” Nao’s eyes widened as his photographic memory worked for him yet again. “And I’m pretty sure it was Uruha.”
“Shit.”
Nao and I both covered our faces with our hands while Aoi went on explaining his supposedly glorious and probably dangerous plan for Sports Day’s main event. At this point, Yui was just laughing her ass off. I really would have been laughing too, but at that moment, I was too embarrassed for Aoi to want to have anything to do with him.
“THIS BATTLE OF EPIC PROPORTIONS STARTS WITH ALL WARRIORS CARRYING MEDALS WITH THEM. THE OBJECT OF THIS REMARKABLE GAME IS FOR COMBATANTS TO DISARM EACH OTHER OF THEIR MEDALS WITH WHATEVER MEANS POSSIBLE. LAST MAN WITH HIS MEDAL INTACT AND STILL ATTACHED TO THEM WINS.”
The premise was already promising to sound ridiculous. But considering this was Aoi on drugs, it actually sounded too good to be true; this was too easy.
“SAID MEDALS WILL BE IN THE FORM OF PRODUCE FROM THE MOST FANTASTIC VERTICALLY-ENDOWED GOURD VARIETY OF VEGETATION, AND THESE MEDALS SHALL BE DANGLING BETWEEN THE GLADIATORS’ ADDUCTORS.”
“What the hell are adduc-”
“Inner thighs.”
I looked at my best friend, refusing to believe what I just heard. “Basically, he’s making a bunch of men reach for each other’s crotches and grab each other’s…” I cleared my throat before continuing. “…dangly bits.”
Nao still had his hand on his mouth to keep his jaw from falling, but I understood his response. “Yes, I’m pretty sure that’s what the game entails.”
“Now what would make a bunch of guys want to rip each other’s balls off?”
Cue Aoi’s answer. “THE CHAMPION SHALL WIN A TRIP TO HAWAII AND A DATE WITH A PORN STAR.” And fanfare music. “NOW GENTLEMEN, DON’T KEEP THE LOVELY LADY WAITING! AHAHAHAHA!”
Well damn. Just when I needed a good excuse to get as far away from here as possible, Aoi proposed this. Also, the prospect of hot sex didn’t sound like a bad idea; I had a boyfriend, but what the hell, I thought. Girls are still lovely, and I could use a bit of cheering up. Ignoring the battle cries outside and Nao and Yui asking me where the hell I was going, I got off my seat and headed for the exit.
Game. Fucking. On.
Not until I stood in the arena did I wonder what the fuck I got myself into. With other contestants I waited for the battle to start, while the rest of Malice’s student population waited for us to tear each other’s guts out. They all watched us, now clad in normal Gym wear instead of armor (for improved movement, they said, even though we actually needed the fucking armor more than ever). Everyone watched us walk around the grounds with phallic-shaped vegetables suspended on a string tied around our waists, thus hanging between our legs.
Of course, a lot of other dudes were in the arena with me. What did surprise me, really, was what the hell Reita was doing, standing right beside me on the battleground. I knew for a fact that he wasn’t single, and it wasn’t right for him to be vying for a chance to date a porn star. Not that I was any better, but it wasn’t likely that he and Yuuto were in a fix as much as Byou and I were.
And seeing Yuuto cheer for him didn’t help clear my confusion. “You can do it, Suzuki!”
“Hey,” I finally said to him. “Yuuto actually let you join this?”
I got a chuckle in response. “He suggested it, that crazy bastard,” Reita answered. “He told me that it would be a waste to miss out on a chance to get a free trip to Hawaii and have fun there.”
Damn, what kind of idiot would send their boyfriend to lollygag in Hawaii alone with a porn star? “He does realize that prizes are non-transferable, doesn’t he?” I asked. “In the event you do win, you can’t give him those tickets.”
“Yeah, we both know.”
“And he does realize that…well, the other prize is…”
“Kai.” Reita’s smile was calm, yet confident. “He trusts me.”
That struck me. Yuuto thought only of Reita’s happiness, and he had so much faith in Reita that he didn’t even think of the possibility of Reita cheating on him. I didn’t even ask Reita if he ever considered that maybe there was a reason Yuuto wanted to send him away, for I was positive that Reita trusted him too. They trusted each other so much; why was it so difficult for Byou and myself to believe in each other the same way?
While walking toward my assigned starting position, I wondered if Byou could see me right now as I finally admitted to myself that I was defiantly competing for a chance to cheat on him and it was wrong. But that thought didn’t settle for very long when a signal came, and all at once, people came charging at each other.
Fuck, it’s started.
The logical choice was to yank off my own ‘medal,’ get myself out of there, and save myself the trouble of fighting for my life against an army of horny bastards. My mind, however, wasn’t even in the same zip code as logical. Something told me not to back out. Fleeing was something I had done so many times, and I was just about to do that to Byou too. But no, I thought, not this time. I wasn’t even thinking of the prize anymore; I just wanted to prove that I wasn’t the type who would run away. To whom I was proving this to, I wasn’t sure. I just knew that I had to keep going.
Keep fighting.
Just when I decided that I wasn’t going to back out of this, some guy shoved me to the ground. Landing on my back, I shut my eyes upon impact. My arms extended instinctively, and I threw wild punches before I could even get my eyes to open. One, maybe two actually grazed the man, then he caught my wrists and pinned them to the ground. I kept moving, attempting to squirm my way out of his grasp; I wasn’t going down without a fight.
Even if the dude on top of me was Uruha.
Whenever he loosened his grip on my hands (presumably to reach for my crotch), I thrashed, and he would pin me down again. For a few long seconds, all he did was maintain his dominance while I tried to grapple my way out. Pretty as he might have been, the guy was fucking strong, and he was taller and shitloads heavier. All my movements were sealed, and I didn’t have a lot of options if I wanted to stay in the game.
So I went with the only option I had left. In one swift movement, I curled my back upwards and slammed my forehead against Uruha’s. I felt the fierce brunt of our collision and for a good second or two, none of my limbs listened to me. But I remained coherent enough to notice that Uruha’s grip on those limbs did weaken significantly. Once I realized that this was my chance, I pushed the blond off me. Through blurry vision and unsteady movements, I reached for that long and hard object between his thighs…
“Takashima is out!”
Clear eyesight gradually returned to me as I chucked the cucumber over my shoulder and walked away from Uruha. I couldn’t decipher any words amidst the screaming, but I was pretty sure I made a lot of girls mad. Just like that, I had turned into a public enemy.
Did I care? Nay. I was too busy wrestling with my next opponent to do so.
My next fights taught me various things about combat. First off, I learned that it was important to keep my guard up at all times, as people were actually shrewd enough to try to steal my ‘medal’ while I was preoccupied with another guy and his fist striking my solar plexus. Another thing I learned was that any guy, no matter how strong, would keel over when kicked in the balls. Some men were more precise than others, so I also discovered that getting kicked in just one testicle hurt much more than getting kicked in both of them.
All those lessons, I managed to survive, cucumber still intact and my family jewels now as tough as diamonds. I got ready for another one as I watched Reita kneeling above Takuya while prying the smaller boy’s legs open. Takuya didn’t make it easy for Reita, however; he sent his fist rocketing toward Reita’s liver. The impact lifted Reita a few inches off the ground before he collapsed beside the boy, coughing and gagging and gasping for air. He may have been small, but Takuya was the strongest guy I knew. He was my biggest threat in this match.
Holy shit.
There were no dramatics, no tension building, none of that shit. I didn’t even think of looking cool; I wanted him out of my way, and I needed to attack while he hadn’t recovered from Reita’s manhandling yet. Letting out a yell that would have made Tarzan proud, I charged at Takuya, arms stretched out and reaching for his inner thighs. I was able to dodge the kick that welcomed me, but I didn’t notice Takuya’s follow-up jab to my face.
Clean hit. In less than twenty-four hours, I had yet again experienced the same level of pain Tora gave me with his lance, but this time I got it from Takuya’s bare hands. By the time my surroundings had color again, I turned around to see why Takuya hadn’t finished me off yet.
“Get off me!”
My eyes widened when I saw Reita yet again pinning Takuya down. They flogged each other for a bit before Reita looked over his shoulder and yelled at me. “Hurry the fuck up, Kai!”
Immediately realizing what he meant, I ran toward their location, and as soon as I got there, I bore my hands down on Takuya’s wrists. With his hands now free, Reita pushed Takuya’s thighs apart.
“Oh my God, they’re gang raping him!”
“Go, go finish him, Suzuki!”
Half of the audience was absolutely appalled, while the other half couldn’t enjoy the show more. With the beast that was Takuya finally out of the way, it was now just between Reita and me, and only then did I realize that this wasn’t that much of a better option. There was a good reason why almost everyone in school was afraid of this guy. Takuya was strong, but Reita was a damn monster too.
The damn monster wasted no time in trying to get rid of me as he lunged and reached for my neither regions. At the exact same time, I angled my body forward and attacked. My eyes shut when we crashed against each other, but flew open again in a second, and I found myself looking at the ground. With Reita underneath me. Either by some fluke of physics or sheer dumb luck, I managed to move faster than Reita and sack him. This was my fucking chance.
Or so I thought, as my face found out that his hands were still free.
My whole body stung. Once again I looked at the sky while some guy was on top of me, hell-bent on getting his hands between my thighs. Reita held down both of my wrists with one hand while the other motioned toward my legs. I didn’t know if I had enough strength to stand up after this, much less protect myself from Reita. It felt like there was this sort of film on my face that made it hard to breathe and everything look hazy. The cheers from the crowd sounded more and more muffled, almost as vague as rain.
One voice remained clear, though. Keep fighting.
Reita already had his fingers wrapped around the damn vegetable I had protected with my life for the past few minutes. Fuck. With a grunt I wrenched one hand from his grasp, clenched my fist, and threw a punch, not giving a crap where it landed, as long as it landed somewhere. Reita’s breath expelled in a rush upon contact, and immediately after, he grimaced at the pain of my attack that had apparently hit him in the exact same area Takuya did. Funny, really, how it was actually the guy I thought was a threat that gave me an advantage.
Both of us were clearly running very low on energy; I still found it hard to hold a weakened Reita down to the ground, and Reita actually found it difficult to push me off and kick my ass. Panting, I put as much pressure as I could on his hands. I didn’t want to risk giving him the chance to retaliate. It took all I had to seal his movements, but even though I was on this side of the situation, I still found myself with no options for winning.
Save for one. “Kai…what the fuck, holy sh…” was all I heard from Reita when I did my final move.
Even the event commentator was shocked. “He…Uke used his teeth.”
I lifted my head from between Reita's thighs, and with my last bit of strength, I picked myself up. As soon as I dislodged the cucumber from my teeth and put the vegetable in my hand, the match was officially over. I still couldn’t tell if the noise from the crowd was of anger or of joy, but I knew I felt accomplished. It was the first time I fought with all my might, without running away. I still couldn't believe it though, not even when Reita got on his feet and patted my shoulder.
“S-Suzuki is out!”
But it was Reita’s voice that confirmed it for me. “Congratulations, kid,” he said. “You're damn strong.”