Welcome to Mizer House, Ch. 3/x
Title: Welcome to Mizer House
Chapters: 3/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: School life, Slice of Life, Romance, Drama, AU, Humor?, Crack
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. Oh, and I don't own Koko wa Greenwood either.
Warnings: Extreme OOC-ness, crude writing, and a tiny, tiny pinch of smut
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Open Pairings. But for this chapter, suggested Reita/Kai, Reita/???
Bands: The GazettE, ScReW, Malice Mizer, Alice Nine, An Cafe, SuG
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 little something for Reita fans. Lots of dialogue to keep your imaginations busy to make up for the crude writing.
Chapters: { Cast } { One } { Two }
With heavily lidded eyes I watched him leave a trail of kisses on my bare chest. Beautiful copper-colored hair brushed on my torso as the kisses slowly moved to my stomach. Soft, warm lips set little sparks beneath my skin as I pressed my hands firmly on his bare shoulders. He moved up to place a kiss on my lips. I attempted to push him away, but delicate as he looked, he was a strong man. I moaned as his lips pressed harder on to mine. He slid his tongue into my mouth when I gasped at the feeling of long fingers wrapped around my base. A hand stroked my shaft as the faint bitterness of green tea and the warmth of his tongue filled my mouth. He reached for my thigh and pulled it to his waist. He nipped on my bottom lip before he pulled away from the kiss. With that piercing gaze of his, he smirked at me.
“Sensei.”
Crash.
I woke up with a start, fully clothed, cold sweat running down my body. I looked from the top bunk to see what caused the sound that woke me up. There he was. His copper-colored hair gleaming from the sunlight from the window. My roommate.
Him, and a flesh-toned figure my vision was too hazy to make out.
“Fuck,” Byou muttered as he picked up the markers scattered all over the floor. I let out a yawn quietly, but he must have noticed as he looked at me, eyebrows arched. “What the hell, Kai, you’re still here?”
“Where else am I supposed to be? It’s Saturday.” I rubbed my eyes as Byou directed his attention back to his sketchbook, signaling his model to revert to his previous pose. The previously unrecognizable figure slowly became less blurry before my eyes. The sunlight highlighted his blonde hair. Every inch of his body was unclothed. His long legs coiled around the bass guitar that covered his crotch while he slouched on the chair, giving a whole new dirty meaning to the word “loveseat.”
“Judging from the time it is now, I assumed you were at soccer practice.”
I glanced at the wall clock. 10:05. Soccer practice was at 9:00.
“SHIT!” I exclaimed as I scrambled out of my sheets and jumped off the top bunk, barely stopping myself from landing on my knees. I washed up and got dressed as fast I could. Reita’s gonna kill me, fuck fuck fuck fuck! I hurriedly stuffed some clothes in a duffle bag, listening to Byou humming triumphantly while he continued drawing.
“Of course he’d be too chipper to wake me up,” I muttered to myself. He’s like this when he gets a good looking guy to pose for him.
And really, there weren’t a lot of guys who looked better than Saga.
I slung the duffle bag on my shoulder and rushed for the door. “I’m going.”
It had been a month since I entered Malice High School and moved in Mizer House. It had been a month since I met Byou, my douchebag of a roommate who’s hoping to get into art school after graduating. By this time I had grown used to waking up to one or two or three other people in the small room we share. Sometimes, the models were dressed. Most of the time, they were naked. All of the time, they were posing as Byou’s subjects for his portraits. Usually, his models were male, but I did catch him finishing a female portrait a few times. One time, Byou managed to sneak a girl into our room without Uruha noticing. Being the douchebag that he was, he conveniently forgot that he had a roommate on the fucking top bunk and proceeded to have sex with his female model after he was done drawing her portrait. He laughed his ass off when I told him that I heard every moan they made while they fucked each other. Douchebag. I constantly asked myself why I never told Uruha about this.
Sensei. That’s right. I didn’t know the details, but I knew for a fact that Byou was a lot more fragile than he cared to admit. I wondered what he dreamt of that night I heard him crying in his sleep for a particular “Sensei.” I do know that Principal Gackt was someone special to him, as he’s the only man Byou drew more than once. But I wondered what happened between them. And knowing Byou and how weird he could be, I wasn’t even sure if it was Principal Gackt he was crying for. It could have been any teacher.
I cursed under my breath as I continued running, bracing myself for Reita’s ire. I remembered my first impression of him - this scary badass guy who could easily break my face in if I didn’t do what he said. I was almost right; Reita was fucking scary when he was mad, and he did not hesitate to give players who didn’t perform well a good kick in the rear. But for the most part, he was a really quiet guy. He spoke only when necessary. And when it counted, he was kind. My first few days of school were rather rough, and I was picked on sometimes. I was picked on for various reasons. For my last name. For living in Mizer with “those weirdoes.” For sharing a room with “that faggot Byou.” One time I was being teased for not being part of a club because “no one wanted me.” Reita just happened to pass by, and right then and there he said, “No, he’s a member of the soccer team.” From then on, the bullying stopped completely. I had even made friends after that. If it weren’t for Reita, no one would have bothered to even try to get to know me.
I was not counting on him to be kind to me this time, though. Not when I was horribly late for soccer practice. I rushed to the locker room and found it empty, save for the blonde soccer captain whose wrath I knew I was going to face. He was sitting on a bench, and he was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Before I could wonder why he wasn’t in his jersey, I noticed that he looked surprised to see me.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” I panted as I bowed to him, my torso parallel to the floor.
He arched an eyebrow, looking somewhat confused. “Kai,” he said. “Soccer practice was canceled.”
I was still panting, but I lifted my head and looked at him. “I stopped by your room this morning and asked Byou to tell you as soon as you wake up. Didn’t he tell you?”
That motherfucker.
“No, he didn’t,” I replied, slumping on the same bench he was sitting on, attempting to catch my breath. That fucking asshole Byou. He probably wanted me out of our room so he can concentrate on his work. And maybe do nasty things to Saga.
Reita looked at me remorsefully. “Sorry,” he said.
That was when I noticed that Reita was clutching something behind him. It was multi-colored, different shades of brown. Fuzzy. It looked like some sort of dead animal. “What the hell is that?”
“Nothing,” Reita replied as he inched away from me, obviously trying to keep me away from whatever he was hiding. Whatever it was, Reita accidentally nudged it with his hip, making it fall off the bench and come rolling into view.
That’s no soccer ball. I had stopped panting as my eyes slid back towards Reita’s embarrassed face. I tried not to smile, but I failed. “You knit?”
The patch of red on Reita’s face turned brighter. “Anything wrong with it?” He snapped as he picked up the ball of yarn and stuffed it in his backpack along with two knitting needles and a sheet of yarn stitches. I chuckled quietly as every single badass image of Reita that I had in my head slowly dissolved. I then remembered the time he ranted about how annoying the girls who watched our practices were. He mentioned something about growing up being surrounded by women, with him being the only man in his home. It then made sense that he would know a thing or two about arts and crafts.
“Nothing at all,” I replied, utterly amused at seeing Reita blush even more.
“You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“Not a word,” I grinned as Reita took the variegated sheet he had been working on and continued knitting. I snickered as I watched Reita count the purls he had made with the vomit-colored yarn.
“Are you seriously gonna wear that? The colors look like puke.”
“Mind your own fucking business, freshman.”
He said that, but it looked to me that he was relieved he could tell someone his secret.
“And for your information, it’s not puke. It’s Applewood.”
Byou apologized to me profusely that night. I was utterly annoyed, but he sounded sincere. It seemed like he didn’t drive me out of our room on purpose. “Besides,” he said, placing a cup of tea in front of me. “You got to hang out with that stud Reita, didn’t you?”
I chuckled softly, remembering Reita’s embarrassed face when I found out about his little hobby. “Sure did.”
“…and?”
I shot Byou an exasperated look. “I let him suck my dick. What the hell, Byou, are we supposed to do anything else aside from simply hanging out?”
“I don’t know, Kai, he seems pretty cheerful these days. Ever since you freshmen joined the soccer team.”
The other seniors in our team said the same thing. They all said Reita wasn’t nearly as brutal as he used to be. He still pulled a Gestapo during practice, but he was significantly nicer this year, they said. For once they didn’t feel like they were at the point of death after practice. Tired and about to collapse, sure. But not dying.
I thought maybe they were just used to the training, but now that Byou was saying the same thing, it got me thinking.
“Byou,” I said. “I’m the only freshman in the team.”
Byou arched an eyebrow at me and sipped his green tea. “Interesting.”
I quietly watched the soccer team captain knit on one of the locker room benches as I walked out of the shower room. The white fluorescent light of the locker room quietly droned as he made another purl stitch. There was nothing unusual about today’s soccer practice. It was still tiring, still fun, and whenever it ended, Reita would wait until everyone else left the locker room and went home. He would then sit there on that same bench and work on that vomit-colored sheet of yarn he called Merino wool. And while he knitted, we talked. He talked about soccer, about how annoying his roommate Takeru was, and about how utterly amazed he was at the book collection Nao and Takuya kept in their room upstairs from mine and Byou’s. I, on the other hand, talked about soccer, about how annoying my roommate Byou was, and about how disturbed I was when I found out that the hot chick from Class 2-C was Bou, one of the other guys who lived in Mizer.
Today’s conversation was rather different.
“I’m seeing someone,” he said without looking away from his needlework. Sure, he had talked about hot girls before, and about how good it felt to get between their thighs. But he never talked about relationships. Not about love.
“Cool,” I replied promptly as I slipped a shirt on. “Since when?”
He clicked on a row counter and looked away from his work, and directed his eyes at me. “Around the time you joined the team.”
I let out a soft laugh. That explains a lot. Now Byou would stop bugging me about helping him get Reita to pose for him.
“I’ll tell you who it is one of these days. But promise me you’ll keep it a secret.”
“Why would you want to hide it? You’re not going out with another guy, are you?” I asked in jest.
His lips curled into a small smile. “Yeah I am.”
The wind howled into my ear as I ran to soccer practice. This time Byou was positive that Reita didn’t tell him about practice being canceled. But this time I wasn’t painfully late. Not yet.
It had been a few days since Reita told me that he was going out with a guy. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The man who was talking about humping girls just a few weeks ago had been going out with another man all along. The feared captain of the soccer team, the man I looked up to, was gay. I didn’t understand why it bothered me so much. Byou should have gotten me used to the idea of a man loving another man. But I only got used to Byou loving another guy. Not Reita.
“Yutaka!”
I turned around to see who called my name. A statuesque figure came jogging towards me. More features became visible as he came closer; long brown hair, and effeminate features.
And a knitted vest. A vomit-colored one.
He handed me a small pile of paper. “Please give this to Reita. It’s the homework he missed.” He said as his lips formed into a shy smile. It was the history teacher. He was one of Malice’s youngest teachers, so all the students got along with him. The girls particularly adored him, as he was a rather good looking man, aside from being a pleasant person to talk to.
He was wearing the vomit…no, Applewood-colored vest Reita slaved on for the past few weeks. I recognized the atrocious color that oddly enough looked great on this man. I recognized the cable stitches that stretched beautifully on the man’s chest. There was no mistake. This was the guy Reita was going out with.
“Sure, Todoka-sensei.”
“Thank you, Yutaka,” he chirped. “Oh, and no need to be formal with me. Call me Yuuto.”
A/N: This is slowly turning into a crackfic. I can feel it.
Chapter 4
Chapters: 3/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: School life, Slice of Life, Romance, Drama, AU, Humor?, Crack
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. Oh, and I don't own Koko wa Greenwood either.
Warnings: Extreme OOC-ness, crude writing, and a tiny, tiny pinch of smut
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Open Pairings. But for this chapter, suggested Reita/Kai, Reita/???
Bands: The GazettE, ScReW, Malice Mizer, Alice Nine, An Cafe, SuG
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 little something for Reita fans. Lots of dialogue to keep your imaginations busy to make up for the crude writing.
Chapters: { Cast } { One } { Two }
With heavily lidded eyes I watched him leave a trail of kisses on my bare chest. Beautiful copper-colored hair brushed on my torso as the kisses slowly moved to my stomach. Soft, warm lips set little sparks beneath my skin as I pressed my hands firmly on his bare shoulders. He moved up to place a kiss on my lips. I attempted to push him away, but delicate as he looked, he was a strong man. I moaned as his lips pressed harder on to mine. He slid his tongue into my mouth when I gasped at the feeling of long fingers wrapped around my base. A hand stroked my shaft as the faint bitterness of green tea and the warmth of his tongue filled my mouth. He reached for my thigh and pulled it to his waist. He nipped on my bottom lip before he pulled away from the kiss. With that piercing gaze of his, he smirked at me.
“Sensei.”
Crash.
I woke up with a start, fully clothed, cold sweat running down my body. I looked from the top bunk to see what caused the sound that woke me up. There he was. His copper-colored hair gleaming from the sunlight from the window. My roommate.
Him, and a flesh-toned figure my vision was too hazy to make out.
“Fuck,” Byou muttered as he picked up the markers scattered all over the floor. I let out a yawn quietly, but he must have noticed as he looked at me, eyebrows arched. “What the hell, Kai, you’re still here?”
“Where else am I supposed to be? It’s Saturday.” I rubbed my eyes as Byou directed his attention back to his sketchbook, signaling his model to revert to his previous pose. The previously unrecognizable figure slowly became less blurry before my eyes. The sunlight highlighted his blonde hair. Every inch of his body was unclothed. His long legs coiled around the bass guitar that covered his crotch while he slouched on the chair, giving a whole new dirty meaning to the word “loveseat.”
“Judging from the time it is now, I assumed you were at soccer practice.”
I glanced at the wall clock. 10:05. Soccer practice was at 9:00.
“SHIT!” I exclaimed as I scrambled out of my sheets and jumped off the top bunk, barely stopping myself from landing on my knees. I washed up and got dressed as fast I could. Reita’s gonna kill me, fuck fuck fuck fuck! I hurriedly stuffed some clothes in a duffle bag, listening to Byou humming triumphantly while he continued drawing.
“Of course he’d be too chipper to wake me up,” I muttered to myself. He’s like this when he gets a good looking guy to pose for him.
And really, there weren’t a lot of guys who looked better than Saga.
I slung the duffle bag on my shoulder and rushed for the door. “I’m going.”
It had been a month since I entered Malice High School and moved in Mizer House. It had been a month since I met Byou, my douchebag of a roommate who’s hoping to get into art school after graduating. By this time I had grown used to waking up to one or two or three other people in the small room we share. Sometimes, the models were dressed. Most of the time, they were naked. All of the time, they were posing as Byou’s subjects for his portraits. Usually, his models were male, but I did catch him finishing a female portrait a few times. One time, Byou managed to sneak a girl into our room without Uruha noticing. Being the douchebag that he was, he conveniently forgot that he had a roommate on the fucking top bunk and proceeded to have sex with his female model after he was done drawing her portrait. He laughed his ass off when I told him that I heard every moan they made while they fucked each other. Douchebag. I constantly asked myself why I never told Uruha about this.
Sensei. That’s right. I didn’t know the details, but I knew for a fact that Byou was a lot more fragile than he cared to admit. I wondered what he dreamt of that night I heard him crying in his sleep for a particular “Sensei.” I do know that Principal Gackt was someone special to him, as he’s the only man Byou drew more than once. But I wondered what happened between them. And knowing Byou and how weird he could be, I wasn’t even sure if it was Principal Gackt he was crying for. It could have been any teacher.
I cursed under my breath as I continued running, bracing myself for Reita’s ire. I remembered my first impression of him - this scary badass guy who could easily break my face in if I didn’t do what he said. I was almost right; Reita was fucking scary when he was mad, and he did not hesitate to give players who didn’t perform well a good kick in the rear. But for the most part, he was a really quiet guy. He spoke only when necessary. And when it counted, he was kind. My first few days of school were rather rough, and I was picked on sometimes. I was picked on for various reasons. For my last name. For living in Mizer with “those weirdoes.” For sharing a room with “that faggot Byou.” One time I was being teased for not being part of a club because “no one wanted me.” Reita just happened to pass by, and right then and there he said, “No, he’s a member of the soccer team.” From then on, the bullying stopped completely. I had even made friends after that. If it weren’t for Reita, no one would have bothered to even try to get to know me.
I was not counting on him to be kind to me this time, though. Not when I was horribly late for soccer practice. I rushed to the locker room and found it empty, save for the blonde soccer captain whose wrath I knew I was going to face. He was sitting on a bench, and he was wearing a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Before I could wonder why he wasn’t in his jersey, I noticed that he looked surprised to see me.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” I panted as I bowed to him, my torso parallel to the floor.
He arched an eyebrow, looking somewhat confused. “Kai,” he said. “Soccer practice was canceled.”
I was still panting, but I lifted my head and looked at him. “I stopped by your room this morning and asked Byou to tell you as soon as you wake up. Didn’t he tell you?”
That motherfucker.
“No, he didn’t,” I replied, slumping on the same bench he was sitting on, attempting to catch my breath. That fucking asshole Byou. He probably wanted me out of our room so he can concentrate on his work. And maybe do nasty things to Saga.
Reita looked at me remorsefully. “Sorry,” he said.
That was when I noticed that Reita was clutching something behind him. It was multi-colored, different shades of brown. Fuzzy. It looked like some sort of dead animal. “What the hell is that?”
“Nothing,” Reita replied as he inched away from me, obviously trying to keep me away from whatever he was hiding. Whatever it was, Reita accidentally nudged it with his hip, making it fall off the bench and come rolling into view.
That’s no soccer ball. I had stopped panting as my eyes slid back towards Reita’s embarrassed face. I tried not to smile, but I failed. “You knit?”
The patch of red on Reita’s face turned brighter. “Anything wrong with it?” He snapped as he picked up the ball of yarn and stuffed it in his backpack along with two knitting needles and a sheet of yarn stitches. I chuckled quietly as every single badass image of Reita that I had in my head slowly dissolved. I then remembered the time he ranted about how annoying the girls who watched our practices were. He mentioned something about growing up being surrounded by women, with him being the only man in his home. It then made sense that he would know a thing or two about arts and crafts.
“Nothing at all,” I replied, utterly amused at seeing Reita blush even more.
“You won’t tell anyone, will you?”
“Not a word,” I grinned as Reita took the variegated sheet he had been working on and continued knitting. I snickered as I watched Reita count the purls he had made with the vomit-colored yarn.
“Are you seriously gonna wear that? The colors look like puke.”
“Mind your own fucking business, freshman.”
He said that, but it looked to me that he was relieved he could tell someone his secret.
“And for your information, it’s not puke. It’s Applewood.”
Byou apologized to me profusely that night. I was utterly annoyed, but he sounded sincere. It seemed like he didn’t drive me out of our room on purpose. “Besides,” he said, placing a cup of tea in front of me. “You got to hang out with that stud Reita, didn’t you?”
I chuckled softly, remembering Reita’s embarrassed face when I found out about his little hobby. “Sure did.”
“…and?”
I shot Byou an exasperated look. “I let him suck my dick. What the hell, Byou, are we supposed to do anything else aside from simply hanging out?”
“I don’t know, Kai, he seems pretty cheerful these days. Ever since you freshmen joined the soccer team.”
The other seniors in our team said the same thing. They all said Reita wasn’t nearly as brutal as he used to be. He still pulled a Gestapo during practice, but he was significantly nicer this year, they said. For once they didn’t feel like they were at the point of death after practice. Tired and about to collapse, sure. But not dying.
I thought maybe they were just used to the training, but now that Byou was saying the same thing, it got me thinking.
“Byou,” I said. “I’m the only freshman in the team.”
Byou arched an eyebrow at me and sipped his green tea. “Interesting.”
I quietly watched the soccer team captain knit on one of the locker room benches as I walked out of the shower room. The white fluorescent light of the locker room quietly droned as he made another purl stitch. There was nothing unusual about today’s soccer practice. It was still tiring, still fun, and whenever it ended, Reita would wait until everyone else left the locker room and went home. He would then sit there on that same bench and work on that vomit-colored sheet of yarn he called Merino wool. And while he knitted, we talked. He talked about soccer, about how annoying his roommate Takeru was, and about how utterly amazed he was at the book collection Nao and Takuya kept in their room upstairs from mine and Byou’s. I, on the other hand, talked about soccer, about how annoying my roommate Byou was, and about how disturbed I was when I found out that the hot chick from Class 2-C was Bou, one of the other guys who lived in Mizer.
Today’s conversation was rather different.
“I’m seeing someone,” he said without looking away from his needlework. Sure, he had talked about hot girls before, and about how good it felt to get between their thighs. But he never talked about relationships. Not about love.
“Cool,” I replied promptly as I slipped a shirt on. “Since when?”
He clicked on a row counter and looked away from his work, and directed his eyes at me. “Around the time you joined the team.”
I let out a soft laugh. That explains a lot. Now Byou would stop bugging me about helping him get Reita to pose for him.
“I’ll tell you who it is one of these days. But promise me you’ll keep it a secret.”
“Why would you want to hide it? You’re not going out with another guy, are you?” I asked in jest.
His lips curled into a small smile. “Yeah I am.”
The wind howled into my ear as I ran to soccer practice. This time Byou was positive that Reita didn’t tell him about practice being canceled. But this time I wasn’t painfully late. Not yet.
It had been a few days since Reita told me that he was going out with a guy. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. The man who was talking about humping girls just a few weeks ago had been going out with another man all along. The feared captain of the soccer team, the man I looked up to, was gay. I didn’t understand why it bothered me so much. Byou should have gotten me used to the idea of a man loving another man. But I only got used to Byou loving another guy. Not Reita.
“Yutaka!”
I turned around to see who called my name. A statuesque figure came jogging towards me. More features became visible as he came closer; long brown hair, and effeminate features.
And a knitted vest. A vomit-colored one.
He handed me a small pile of paper. “Please give this to Reita. It’s the homework he missed.” He said as his lips formed into a shy smile. It was the history teacher. He was one of Malice’s youngest teachers, so all the students got along with him. The girls particularly adored him, as he was a rather good looking man, aside from being a pleasant person to talk to.
He was wearing the vomit…no, Applewood-colored vest Reita slaved on for the past few weeks. I recognized the atrocious color that oddly enough looked great on this man. I recognized the cable stitches that stretched beautifully on the man’s chest. There was no mistake. This was the guy Reita was going out with.
“Sure, Todoka-sensei.”
“Thank you, Yutaka,” he chirped. “Oh, and no need to be formal with me. Call me Yuuto.”
A/N: This is slowly turning into a crackfic. I can feel it.
Chapter 4