Welcome to Mizer House, Ch. 4/x
Title: Welcome to Mizer House
Chapters: 4/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
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Open Pairings. But for this chapter, Reita/Yuuto and suggested Aoi/Uruha
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: Sorry this took so long! Work has been kicking my derriere. I'm just glad I got to finish this before the weekend was over.
Chapters: { Cast } { One } { Two } { Three }
I paced quietly on the walkway in the garden behind Mizer House. Mana’s flowers glowed blue under the evening’s natural dim light. Shadows painted themselves on the concrete walkway, making the surroundings look cold, despite the annoying heat the upcoming summer released into the air. The warm, humid air of the looming summer stuck to my skin. But it wasn’t just the annoying summer heat that I couldn’t get off me.
I still thought of him. I still thought of Reita, the captain of the soccer team I was in, a little more than a month after he told me he was going out with a guy. I had found out who it was before he told me, but nothing prepared me for the awkwardness of Reita introducing me to his boyfriend - Mr. Todoka, the history teacher. The one everyone called Yuuto. Nothing prepared me for the discomfort of having lunch with both of them every once in a while, watching them fail miserably at trying to be subtle as they held hands. I didn’t dislike Yuuto at all, and I definitely didn’t dislike Reita, but seeing the two of them together often left a bad taste in my mouth. I don’t know which bothered me more - the fact that the soccer team captain and a well-liked teacher were putting their reputations in danger, or the fact that my personal hero was gay.
It didn’t help that Nao, the guy who was the closest thing I had to a best friend, had photographic memory. He used it for remembering every word in every book he had read, the names of all the pretty girls in school, and everything that went on in our classes, including the one and only time I cringed in history class. He asked me about it, and I managed to make him believe that it was because I had just remembered that I had soccer practice that afternoon (well, it was partly the reason). But because of that, I had to be very careful around Nao. He’s a nice guy, but he was the worst person to show my stupidity to, because he can and probably will use my idiocy as blackmail material.
To make things more difficult, my roommate, Byou, was a highly perceptive dickwad. He knew something was bothering me. And as if he knew I couldn’t talk about it, he never asked what it was. So all he did was tell me to step out of our room whenever he would get to his drawing, because he apparently “couldn’t work with so much negativity in the air.” Tonight was one of those nights; Byou told me to walk off whatever I had stuck up my ass because the moping I didn’t know I was doing bugged him.
For all the douchebaggery I had to put up with, Byou always respected my privacy. When I had been picked on, he simply pat my shoulder and told me that I’d be fine. He asked me nothing, but it was like he knew everything, and he understood. And if he didn’t know anything, it made me feel good that he tried to comfort me without invading my personal space. That’s why I never dared to ask him about his past with a certain Sensei. I didn’t ask him if there was anything between him and Principal Gackt. I couldn’t bring myself to ask what made him feel so affected that he had nightmares about it from time to time.
I stopped pacing as the sound of Mizer’s back door opening brought me back to reality. I found myself facing the person who opened the door. I was stunned to see him, but he looked much more alarmed than I was.
“Kai.”
Yuuto bowed his head as I walked towards him. I could see his face turning into a tinge of red, even under the late night’s dim light. “What are you doing here?” I managed to blurt out before the gears in my head were put to a screeching halt. My eyes widened as one of my hands found itself on my mouth, covering it, keeping my jaw from falling to the ground.
They didn’t.
Yuuto gently placed his teacup on the table. I sat across him, my chin resting in my hand, observing his elegant features. He was somehow able to drag me to a nearby café. At first it appeared like he was bribing me for my silence, but it occurred to me that he probably knew I would never tell anyone their secret. He and Reita trusted me enough to have me be with them when they had lunch together. They trusted me enough to have me see them kiss, much to my utter discomfort.
“I’m sorry, Kai,” Yuuto uttered, breaking the silence between us.
I lifted my face from my hand and straightened myself. “Really, Yuuto, it’s okay, you really didn’t have to…”
“No, I do want to talk to you,” he said as he took another sip of tea. I glanced at my watch. 10PM. Curfew’s at 11. It should be fine. I looked at him as I fished out a soggy tea bag out of my cup.
“I really, really care about Reita,” Yuuto said, his fingers wrapped gently around a white teacup, eyes lidded slightly. “I’ve always cared about him. Ever since he was little.”
I took a sip out of my cup, not looking away from the history teacher. “Since he was little?”
“Yes,” Yuuto replied. “I dated his older sister for a while.”
The hot tea felt like a shard sliding down my throat. You’re shitting me. I’ve heard my mom yak to her friends about soap operas that involved forbidden relationships, among those being between a man and his ex-girlfriend’s sister. But this was different. This guy went out with her brother.
“Reita has always been like a little brother to me, so I was hesitant to return his feelings when he confessed to me years after his sister and I broke up,” he continued as he looked at the empty streets outside. “I’ve always loved him, but not in the way he wanted.”
“How’d you end up together, then?”
“He challenged me to a penalty shootout,” Yuuto chuckled. “The little turd demanded that if he won, I had to go out with him.”
I shook my head, unable to stop a laugh from escaping my mouth. “That’s definitely something Reita would do.”
Yuuto’s eyes were fixed on his teacup, which was now almost empty. “Look,” he said. “I know you’re worried because he’s risking so much into this relationship. He’s a student, I’m a teacher, and we’re both male. But I’ll do everything I can to protect him.”
I then remembered Nao telling me about something he stumbled upon in Malice’s library. A certain yearbook. A certain soccer player from years ago whose cap record made him a legend.
Did Reita actually beat the greatest goalkeeper in Malice’s soccer team history in a penalty shootout? “About the penalty shootout,” I said. “How did it go?”
“He got one goal in,” he replied softly, a small smile forming on his lips. I then remembered Nao also mentioning that Yuuto started out as a striker, but he volunteered to be the goalkeeper because no one else wanted to do the thankless job of protecting the blasted goal. So he wasn’t too bad at scoring goals either. Did Reita really stop every single goal Yuuto tried to score?
“And you,” I paused. “How many penalties did you-”
His eyes turned to the ceiling as he dug into his memory. “I lost count.”
“How the hell is that possible? You’re supposed to have only five shots.”
“You have hundreds, if you play a lot of them.” His eyes were now meeting my gaze. “It took Reita a whole year to score that goal. And that’s how long it took me to realize who he was to me.”
Yuuto and I talked for a few more minutes before we parted ways. I glanced at my watch. Ten minutes before curfew. I can make it if I run. I sprinted in Mizer’s direction. The slightly sweet aftertaste of Jasmine tea lingered in my mouth as I thought of Yuuto. His words echoed in my head. I really, really care about Reita. The longer I talked to him, the more it became clearer that he was a good person. It had become more apparent that he really did love Reita, and no one cared about Reita more than this guy did.
My thoughts were interrupted as I ran right into a man who walked out of a bookstore. He must have been well-built as I was moving faster, but I recoiled from the impact of our collision. I instantly bowed in apology. “I’m so sorry!” I panted.
“Kai? Is that you?”
I looked up at a figure with pale skin that glowed under the evening light, and locks of black hair that brushed on his forehead and hooded his dark eyes. The princely man looked unnatural against the stretch of shops on the streets, but he appeared comfortable as he smiled at me.
The student council president and I walked to Mizer. I kept glancing at my watch. Seven minutes until curfew. “Aoi,” I uttered. “Maybe we should hurry.”
“Relax, we’ll be fine,” he replied as he stroked his hair back to expose more of his face. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, somehow making his beautiful features appear even icier, despite the dry heat of the summer air.
Aoi shared a room with Uruha, Mizer’s head resident. Byou told me that he had been roommates with Uruha since their freshman year. Although I’ve never actually heard them talk to each other, they appeared really close. “You’ll talk to Uruha, right?”
The upperclassman let out a laugh. “If I have to, but that might make things worse.”
“What do you mean?”
Aoi smirked. “We hate each other.”
I arched my eyebrows and said nothing. They were both smiling when they showed me around the dorm and the school. They laughed together at my shock when I first met Byou (who had been drawing a naked Manabu). They often had dinner together too. I never would have guessed there was any animosity between them. I looked at Aoi again, thinking he might be kidding.
He looked dead serious.
“What...”
Before I could finish my sentence, a group of men grabbed us from behind. “Hey-“ My yell got cut off by a hand pressing my mouth and my nose. I struggled to free myself from whoever held my arms and my torso. I squeezed my eyes shut as I fought for breath. I opened my eyes, feeling whatever strength I had left leaving me fast. As my vision started blurring, I felt the grip on my arms, then the one around my chest, loosen. I turned around as I broke free, only to see two men on the ground and Aoi being held down by two or three more men as he thrashed about with the bloody fist he used to save me.
“Run, Kai!”
“Aoi!” The men who held him dragged him to a black car. The two men he knocked down for me were getting up, ready to attempt to take me down.
“RUN!”
Run, I did, cursing as I looked back and watched a now gagged and tied up Aoi get shoved in the black car. I heard a "Get back here!" from one of the men who took Aoi. I realized that he directed the command at the two men who were running after me, as they quickly turned back and got in the car while I darted away from the scene. I dashed towards Mizer’s general direction, not giving a shit about making it before the curfew. I needed to get help.
Son of a bitch. Aoi’s been kidnapped.
A/N: I kidnapped him. Will take comments as ransom.
Chapter 5
Chapters: 4/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
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Open Pairings. But for this chapter, Reita/Yuuto and suggested Aoi/Uruha
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: Sorry this took so long! Work has been kicking my derriere. I'm just glad I got to finish this before the weekend was over.
Chapters: { Cast } { One } { Two } { Three }
I paced quietly on the walkway in the garden behind Mizer House. Mana’s flowers glowed blue under the evening’s natural dim light. Shadows painted themselves on the concrete walkway, making the surroundings look cold, despite the annoying heat the upcoming summer released into the air. The warm, humid air of the looming summer stuck to my skin. But it wasn’t just the annoying summer heat that I couldn’t get off me.
I still thought of him. I still thought of Reita, the captain of the soccer team I was in, a little more than a month after he told me he was going out with a guy. I had found out who it was before he told me, but nothing prepared me for the awkwardness of Reita introducing me to his boyfriend - Mr. Todoka, the history teacher. The one everyone called Yuuto. Nothing prepared me for the discomfort of having lunch with both of them every once in a while, watching them fail miserably at trying to be subtle as they held hands. I didn’t dislike Yuuto at all, and I definitely didn’t dislike Reita, but seeing the two of them together often left a bad taste in my mouth. I don’t know which bothered me more - the fact that the soccer team captain and a well-liked teacher were putting their reputations in danger, or the fact that my personal hero was gay.
It didn’t help that Nao, the guy who was the closest thing I had to a best friend, had photographic memory. He used it for remembering every word in every book he had read, the names of all the pretty girls in school, and everything that went on in our classes, including the one and only time I cringed in history class. He asked me about it, and I managed to make him believe that it was because I had just remembered that I had soccer practice that afternoon (well, it was partly the reason). But because of that, I had to be very careful around Nao. He’s a nice guy, but he was the worst person to show my stupidity to, because he can and probably will use my idiocy as blackmail material.
To make things more difficult, my roommate, Byou, was a highly perceptive dickwad. He knew something was bothering me. And as if he knew I couldn’t talk about it, he never asked what it was. So all he did was tell me to step out of our room whenever he would get to his drawing, because he apparently “couldn’t work with so much negativity in the air.” Tonight was one of those nights; Byou told me to walk off whatever I had stuck up my ass because the moping I didn’t know I was doing bugged him.
For all the douchebaggery I had to put up with, Byou always respected my privacy. When I had been picked on, he simply pat my shoulder and told me that I’d be fine. He asked me nothing, but it was like he knew everything, and he understood. And if he didn’t know anything, it made me feel good that he tried to comfort me without invading my personal space. That’s why I never dared to ask him about his past with a certain Sensei. I didn’t ask him if there was anything between him and Principal Gackt. I couldn’t bring myself to ask what made him feel so affected that he had nightmares about it from time to time.
I stopped pacing as the sound of Mizer’s back door opening brought me back to reality. I found myself facing the person who opened the door. I was stunned to see him, but he looked much more alarmed than I was.
“Kai.”
Yuuto bowed his head as I walked towards him. I could see his face turning into a tinge of red, even under the late night’s dim light. “What are you doing here?” I managed to blurt out before the gears in my head were put to a screeching halt. My eyes widened as one of my hands found itself on my mouth, covering it, keeping my jaw from falling to the ground.
They didn’t.
Yuuto gently placed his teacup on the table. I sat across him, my chin resting in my hand, observing his elegant features. He was somehow able to drag me to a nearby café. At first it appeared like he was bribing me for my silence, but it occurred to me that he probably knew I would never tell anyone their secret. He and Reita trusted me enough to have me be with them when they had lunch together. They trusted me enough to have me see them kiss, much to my utter discomfort.
“I’m sorry, Kai,” Yuuto uttered, breaking the silence between us.
I lifted my face from my hand and straightened myself. “Really, Yuuto, it’s okay, you really didn’t have to…”
“No, I do want to talk to you,” he said as he took another sip of tea. I glanced at my watch. 10PM. Curfew’s at 11. It should be fine. I looked at him as I fished out a soggy tea bag out of my cup.
“I really, really care about Reita,” Yuuto said, his fingers wrapped gently around a white teacup, eyes lidded slightly. “I’ve always cared about him. Ever since he was little.”
I took a sip out of my cup, not looking away from the history teacher. “Since he was little?”
“Yes,” Yuuto replied. “I dated his older sister for a while.”
The hot tea felt like a shard sliding down my throat. You’re shitting me. I’ve heard my mom yak to her friends about soap operas that involved forbidden relationships, among those being between a man and his ex-girlfriend’s sister. But this was different. This guy went out with her brother.
“Reita has always been like a little brother to me, so I was hesitant to return his feelings when he confessed to me years after his sister and I broke up,” he continued as he looked at the empty streets outside. “I’ve always loved him, but not in the way he wanted.”
“How’d you end up together, then?”
“He challenged me to a penalty shootout,” Yuuto chuckled. “The little turd demanded that if he won, I had to go out with him.”
I shook my head, unable to stop a laugh from escaping my mouth. “That’s definitely something Reita would do.”
Yuuto’s eyes were fixed on his teacup, which was now almost empty. “Look,” he said. “I know you’re worried because he’s risking so much into this relationship. He’s a student, I’m a teacher, and we’re both male. But I’ll do everything I can to protect him.”
I then remembered Nao telling me about something he stumbled upon in Malice’s library. A certain yearbook. A certain soccer player from years ago whose cap record made him a legend.
Did Reita actually beat the greatest goalkeeper in Malice’s soccer team history in a penalty shootout? “About the penalty shootout,” I said. “How did it go?”
“He got one goal in,” he replied softly, a small smile forming on his lips. I then remembered Nao also mentioning that Yuuto started out as a striker, but he volunteered to be the goalkeeper because no one else wanted to do the thankless job of protecting the blasted goal. So he wasn’t too bad at scoring goals either. Did Reita really stop every single goal Yuuto tried to score?
“And you,” I paused. “How many penalties did you-”
His eyes turned to the ceiling as he dug into his memory. “I lost count.”
“How the hell is that possible? You’re supposed to have only five shots.”
“You have hundreds, if you play a lot of them.” His eyes were now meeting my gaze. “It took Reita a whole year to score that goal. And that’s how long it took me to realize who he was to me.”
Yuuto and I talked for a few more minutes before we parted ways. I glanced at my watch. Ten minutes before curfew. I can make it if I run. I sprinted in Mizer’s direction. The slightly sweet aftertaste of Jasmine tea lingered in my mouth as I thought of Yuuto. His words echoed in my head. I really, really care about Reita. The longer I talked to him, the more it became clearer that he was a good person. It had become more apparent that he really did love Reita, and no one cared about Reita more than this guy did.
My thoughts were interrupted as I ran right into a man who walked out of a bookstore. He must have been well-built as I was moving faster, but I recoiled from the impact of our collision. I instantly bowed in apology. “I’m so sorry!” I panted.
“Kai? Is that you?”
I looked up at a figure with pale skin that glowed under the evening light, and locks of black hair that brushed on his forehead and hooded his dark eyes. The princely man looked unnatural against the stretch of shops on the streets, but he appeared comfortable as he smiled at me.
The student council president and I walked to Mizer. I kept glancing at my watch. Seven minutes until curfew. “Aoi,” I uttered. “Maybe we should hurry.”
“Relax, we’ll be fine,” he replied as he stroked his hair back to expose more of his face. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, somehow making his beautiful features appear even icier, despite the dry heat of the summer air.
Aoi shared a room with Uruha, Mizer’s head resident. Byou told me that he had been roommates with Uruha since their freshman year. Although I’ve never actually heard them talk to each other, they appeared really close. “You’ll talk to Uruha, right?”
The upperclassman let out a laugh. “If I have to, but that might make things worse.”
“What do you mean?”
Aoi smirked. “We hate each other.”
I arched my eyebrows and said nothing. They were both smiling when they showed me around the dorm and the school. They laughed together at my shock when I first met Byou (who had been drawing a naked Manabu). They often had dinner together too. I never would have guessed there was any animosity between them. I looked at Aoi again, thinking he might be kidding.
He looked dead serious.
“What...”
Before I could finish my sentence, a group of men grabbed us from behind. “Hey-“ My yell got cut off by a hand pressing my mouth and my nose. I struggled to free myself from whoever held my arms and my torso. I squeezed my eyes shut as I fought for breath. I opened my eyes, feeling whatever strength I had left leaving me fast. As my vision started blurring, I felt the grip on my arms, then the one around my chest, loosen. I turned around as I broke free, only to see two men on the ground and Aoi being held down by two or three more men as he thrashed about with the bloody fist he used to save me.
“Run, Kai!”
“Aoi!” The men who held him dragged him to a black car. The two men he knocked down for me were getting up, ready to attempt to take me down.
“RUN!”
Run, I did, cursing as I looked back and watched a now gagged and tied up Aoi get shoved in the black car. I heard a "Get back here!" from one of the men who took Aoi. I realized that he directed the command at the two men who were running after me, as they quickly turned back and got in the car while I darted away from the scene. I dashed towards Mizer’s general direction, not giving a shit about making it before the curfew. I needed to get help.
Son of a bitch. Aoi’s been kidnapped.
A/N: I kidnapped him. Will take comments as ransom.
Chapter 5