Welcome to Mizer House, Ch. 5/x
Title: Welcome to Mizer House
Chapters: 5/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. For this chapter, Aoi/Uruha, mention of Aoi/Mika Nakashima
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: Okay. I know I said this chapter would explain things about Aoi and Uruha. It doesn't. It was supposed to have the explanation, but it got so long and tiring to read that I had to cut the chapter short. So the explanation will be in the next chapter. I'm so sorry about this. Anyway, this chapter still has a good amount of things going on, including a more active Nao and the introduction of an antagonist.
Chapters: { Cast } { One } { Two } { Three } { Four }
“Okay, Kai. Tell us again how it happened,” Byou spoke as he handed me a glass of water. “A little more slowly this time.”
I breathed heavily as I slumped on one of the chairs in Mizer’s dining area. I took the glass and drank. The cold water slid down my throat simultaneously with a drop of sweat that rolled down my back. The two Mizer residents that stood beside me right now were at the lobby when I darted into Mizer, screaming incoherently. They pretty much got the message, but they couldn’t understand the other things I babbled about, so they dragged me to the dining area and sat me down. They both look concerned. And they were worried for good reason.
“Aoi was kidnapped,” I choked. “We were attacked on our way back here. He saved me and told me to run. I ran, and…I couldn’t do anything to save him. I…”
I felt tears fog my vision as I recalled the horrifying moments of Aoi’s kidnapping. We were attacked from behind. Despite being grappled by two…maybe three men, Aoi knocked down the two men who held me. He did it with one fist. I had my entire body perfectly capable of even just trying to help him but all I could do was run like he told me. Fuck. I didn’t even have the presence of mind to remember the license plate of their car. I couldn’t remember much about our attackers. I only remembered that they all wore black suits, and they drove a black car. I couldn’t even remember how many men there were.
“Kai, it’s not your fault,” Byou said. His words were of comfort, but the look on his face was anything but comforting. For the first time since I met him, he sported a worried look. “And at the very least you’re safe. Things would be a lot more complicated if both of you got taken.”
“But his life might be in danger, Byou,” I cried out, rubbing my eyes to keep the tears from falling. “We don’t even know if he’s still alive this very second.”
“Is this the Shiroyama residence?”
We both directed our attention to Uruha tilting his head as he held his cellphone close to his face. “Good evening, Sir. This is Kouyou Takashima. I go to school with Yuu. Sorry for calling so late.” I was confused at why Uruha was talking so gingerly on the phone when his roommate had just been kidnapped. And why did he call Aoi’s family instead of the police? “Is Yuu there? He said he’d be going home to Mie after he stops by his girlfriend’s place, but he left his cellphone, so I can’t get in touch with him. I need him for something,” That confused me even more. Why was he looking for Aoi at his home? “Oh, I see. Yes, he probably decided to stay with Mika tonight. If he stops by tomorrow, please tell him to call me. Sorry for bothering you, Sir. Thank you so much. Goodbye.” Uruha sighed as he ended the call.
“Who was that, Uruha?” I asked. “And what was that all about?”
“That was Aoi’s father,” he replied as he put his phone in his pocket. “It seems the kidnappers haven’t contacted his family.” Uruha took a seat beside me. “If they kidnapped him for ransom, then he’s a dead man. They won’t get the amount they want from Aoi’s parents.”
“They might want something with him personally,” Byou said as he moved towards the kitchen. “It really wouldn’t be a shock, considering his popularity and all.”
“But who would want to kidnap Aoi?” I blurted out. Uruha and Byou looked at me, surprised at my question. I had already realized what an idiot I was for failing to see the obvious, but I let the retorts come anyway.
“Hundreds of admirers.”
“The jealous lovers of those admirers.”
“Other candidates for class valedictorian.”
“Or a random lecher who just wants to fuck him senseless.”
“Or...“ Byou cut his sentence short. I noticed Uruha shoot him a displeased look as he fell silent. And I remembered the last thing Aoi told me before we were attacked. We hate each other. I wondered if Aoi and Uruha really did dislike each other, and I wondered what Byou knew about it.
My thoughts were quickly interrupted by Byou’s voice. “Should we call the cops?” He asked.
Uruha shook his head. “We don’t know who or where the kidnappers are, or what they want from Aoi. We have to tread lightly,” the blonde replied, taking the teacup Byou handed him. “Besides, this is Aoi we’re talking about. He might be able to escape on his own.”
I looked at the wall clock in the dining area. 11:20. Has it really only been twenty five minutes? I wondered how Aoi was doing. The lengthy twenty five minutes that just elapsed must have felt much longer for him. Heat pricked my fingertips as I touched the warm teacup Byou set in front of me, although I wasn’t in any mood to drink more tea. The floral aftertaste of Jasmine tea still lingered in my mouth from my conversation with Yuuto not long before Aoi and I bumped into each other. Not long before Aoi was taken away.
Byou and Uruha talking served as background noise as I pondered some more. What would a grown up like Yuuto do in these situations? And then I thought of Reita again. What would the strong, reliable Reita do?
I crouched and rested my head and my arms on the table, thinking of who would have been able to save Aoi if he were with Aoi at the time of the attack. A few people came to mind. There was that badass Tora and his motorcycle. There was that insanely strong Takuya. There was Reita who could make an entire soccer team cower in fear. And there was Nao, my best friend. He might not be able to take on all of the men, but with that photographic memory of his, he could definitely remember what they looked like. He could definitely remember the license plate of their car. Tracking down these guys wouldn’t be a problem if Nao were there.
“Hello, Nao. Can’t sleep?”
I looked up and saw Nao who just walked in the dining area. His eyes were puffy, like he had been crying. “No, not after reading that stupid romance novel Takuya lent me,” Nao said as he walked towards the kitchen and rummaged through the refrigerator. “I needed something mindless to get my mind off work, but I couldn’t put the thing down and ended up reading the entire thing. Fucking tearjerker made me want something sweet.”
“Dork,” left my mouth.
“Seriously man, I’m gonna get more stuff by Motoko Matsujima. I don’t read romance novels, but she’s amazing.”
Yes, this was the guy I just imagined being a superhero of sorts a few seconds ago. “Dork.” Nao shook his head and rolled his eyes as he continued rummaging through the fridge.
“Oh yeah, you started that part time job today, didn’t you? How was it?”
Nao walked out of the kitchen with around four packaged daifuku. “Disturbing,” he replied as he unwrapped one of the pastries. “A customer pointed a gun at me for supposedly 'forgetting' to put pork chunks in his ramen. Even though all he ordered was a plain bowl.”
“Holy shit,” Byou replied, looking up from his steaming teacup.
Nao stuffed his mouth with a red bean daifuku. “Obviously the rest of the customers ran for their lives without bothering to pay for their orders. He was with four other guys, and they all managed to get away a good twenty minutes before the cops arrived.”
“Twenty minutes? They could easily have shot everyone’s fucking brains out by then.”
“Exactly!” Nao cried. “When we gave them the description of the men, the cops pretty much shrugged us off. They said our description was way too generic. I can provide detailed descriptions of what they looked like, but the police didn’t want to be bothered, and they basically fucked off.”
“Damn. That sucks.”
“No shit,” Nao continued ranting. “They looked like reject stuntmen from an American action movie, but they looked damn scary nonetheless. They were all in black suits, and they all wore sunglasses indoors.”
Hold on. At this point I felt my heart jump to my throat. “Nao,” I choked. “Did these guys happen to drive a black car? An import car, perhaps?”
“Yeah!” He exclaimed. “It was an Aston Martin. A gorgeous V12 Vantage. That’s another thing that was so weird. They were armed men, and they drove a ridiculously expensive car that should be banned from the streets. What were they doing in a small ramen house, pointing guns at people like that? Assholes.”
“Nao,” Uruha said, his expression now much more serious than it was earlier. “Do you remember the license plate of that car?”
“With alarming clarity,” he answered as he closed his eyes and dug into his memory. “Kanagawa 500, Ka 02-37. Private vehicle.”
Uruha quickly drew his cellphone out of his pocket. “What’s going on?” A confused Nao asked as he stuffed his mouth with more daifuku. With my eyes still set on Uruha poking away on his cellphone, I answered his question.
“Aoi was kidnapped, Nao,” I said. “We were attacked on our way back here. He helped me get away, but he got taken.”
“Oh fuck,” was Nao’s reaction. “Shit. Does his family know?” I shook my head as Nao nervously took another bite from his daifuku. “Any plans of telling them?”
“No. There’s no need for that. This has nothing to do with Aoi's family.”
We turned our attention to Uruha as he sighed while staring at his cellphone’s screen. Uruha pressed his fingers on his forehead, looking very annoyed. “It makes plenty of sense,” the blonde muttered to himself. "Only that nutjob would be capable of doing this."
“You know who did it, Uruha?” I asked, almost getting up from my seat. The head resident showed us a drafted text message. It was what was formed from keying in the last four numbers of the car’s license plate.
“Waka-sama,” Nao read out loud.
“No freaking way,” Byou breathed. “Is it…?”
“Yes, it is,” Uruha sighed. “It’s my sister.”
A/N: The next chapter will definitely explain Aoi and Uruha's bit of love/lots of hate relationship. I'm almost done writing it, so I know for a fact that the explanation will be there.
Chapter 6
Chapters: 5/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. For this chapter, Aoi/Uruha, mention of Aoi/Mika Nakashima
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: Okay. I know I said this chapter would explain things about Aoi and Uruha. It doesn't. It was supposed to have the explanation, but it got so long and tiring to read that I had to cut the chapter short. So the explanation will be in the next chapter. I'm so sorry about this. Anyway, this chapter still has a good amount of things going on, including a more active Nao and the introduction of an antagonist.
Chapters: { Cast } { One } { Two } { Three } { Four }
“Okay, Kai. Tell us again how it happened,” Byou spoke as he handed me a glass of water. “A little more slowly this time.”
I breathed heavily as I slumped on one of the chairs in Mizer’s dining area. I took the glass and drank. The cold water slid down my throat simultaneously with a drop of sweat that rolled down my back. The two Mizer residents that stood beside me right now were at the lobby when I darted into Mizer, screaming incoherently. They pretty much got the message, but they couldn’t understand the other things I babbled about, so they dragged me to the dining area and sat me down. They both look concerned. And they were worried for good reason.
“Aoi was kidnapped,” I choked. “We were attacked on our way back here. He saved me and told me to run. I ran, and…I couldn’t do anything to save him. I…”
I felt tears fog my vision as I recalled the horrifying moments of Aoi’s kidnapping. We were attacked from behind. Despite being grappled by two…maybe three men, Aoi knocked down the two men who held me. He did it with one fist. I had my entire body perfectly capable of even just trying to help him but all I could do was run like he told me. Fuck. I didn’t even have the presence of mind to remember the license plate of their car. I couldn’t remember much about our attackers. I only remembered that they all wore black suits, and they drove a black car. I couldn’t even remember how many men there were.
“Kai, it’s not your fault,” Byou said. His words were of comfort, but the look on his face was anything but comforting. For the first time since I met him, he sported a worried look. “And at the very least you’re safe. Things would be a lot more complicated if both of you got taken.”
“But his life might be in danger, Byou,” I cried out, rubbing my eyes to keep the tears from falling. “We don’t even know if he’s still alive this very second.”
“Is this the Shiroyama residence?”
We both directed our attention to Uruha tilting his head as he held his cellphone close to his face. “Good evening, Sir. This is Kouyou Takashima. I go to school with Yuu. Sorry for calling so late.” I was confused at why Uruha was talking so gingerly on the phone when his roommate had just been kidnapped. And why did he call Aoi’s family instead of the police? “Is Yuu there? He said he’d be going home to Mie after he stops by his girlfriend’s place, but he left his cellphone, so I can’t get in touch with him. I need him for something,” That confused me even more. Why was he looking for Aoi at his home? “Oh, I see. Yes, he probably decided to stay with Mika tonight. If he stops by tomorrow, please tell him to call me. Sorry for bothering you, Sir. Thank you so much. Goodbye.” Uruha sighed as he ended the call.
“Who was that, Uruha?” I asked. “And what was that all about?”
“That was Aoi’s father,” he replied as he put his phone in his pocket. “It seems the kidnappers haven’t contacted his family.” Uruha took a seat beside me. “If they kidnapped him for ransom, then he’s a dead man. They won’t get the amount they want from Aoi’s parents.”
“They might want something with him personally,” Byou said as he moved towards the kitchen. “It really wouldn’t be a shock, considering his popularity and all.”
“But who would want to kidnap Aoi?” I blurted out. Uruha and Byou looked at me, surprised at my question. I had already realized what an idiot I was for failing to see the obvious, but I let the retorts come anyway.
“Hundreds of admirers.”
“The jealous lovers of those admirers.”
“Other candidates for class valedictorian.”
“Or a random lecher who just wants to fuck him senseless.”
“Or...“ Byou cut his sentence short. I noticed Uruha shoot him a displeased look as he fell silent. And I remembered the last thing Aoi told me before we were attacked. We hate each other. I wondered if Aoi and Uruha really did dislike each other, and I wondered what Byou knew about it.
My thoughts were quickly interrupted by Byou’s voice. “Should we call the cops?” He asked.
Uruha shook his head. “We don’t know who or where the kidnappers are, or what they want from Aoi. We have to tread lightly,” the blonde replied, taking the teacup Byou handed him. “Besides, this is Aoi we’re talking about. He might be able to escape on his own.”
I looked at the wall clock in the dining area. 11:20. Has it really only been twenty five minutes? I wondered how Aoi was doing. The lengthy twenty five minutes that just elapsed must have felt much longer for him. Heat pricked my fingertips as I touched the warm teacup Byou set in front of me, although I wasn’t in any mood to drink more tea. The floral aftertaste of Jasmine tea still lingered in my mouth from my conversation with Yuuto not long before Aoi and I bumped into each other. Not long before Aoi was taken away.
Byou and Uruha talking served as background noise as I pondered some more. What would a grown up like Yuuto do in these situations? And then I thought of Reita again. What would the strong, reliable Reita do?
I crouched and rested my head and my arms on the table, thinking of who would have been able to save Aoi if he were with Aoi at the time of the attack. A few people came to mind. There was that badass Tora and his motorcycle. There was that insanely strong Takuya. There was Reita who could make an entire soccer team cower in fear. And there was Nao, my best friend. He might not be able to take on all of the men, but with that photographic memory of his, he could definitely remember what they looked like. He could definitely remember the license plate of their car. Tracking down these guys wouldn’t be a problem if Nao were there.
“Hello, Nao. Can’t sleep?”
I looked up and saw Nao who just walked in the dining area. His eyes were puffy, like he had been crying. “No, not after reading that stupid romance novel Takuya lent me,” Nao said as he walked towards the kitchen and rummaged through the refrigerator. “I needed something mindless to get my mind off work, but I couldn’t put the thing down and ended up reading the entire thing. Fucking tearjerker made me want something sweet.”
“Dork,” left my mouth.
“Seriously man, I’m gonna get more stuff by Motoko Matsujima. I don’t read romance novels, but she’s amazing.”
Yes, this was the guy I just imagined being a superhero of sorts a few seconds ago. “Dork.” Nao shook his head and rolled his eyes as he continued rummaging through the fridge.
“Oh yeah, you started that part time job today, didn’t you? How was it?”
Nao walked out of the kitchen with around four packaged daifuku. “Disturbing,” he replied as he unwrapped one of the pastries. “A customer pointed a gun at me for supposedly 'forgetting' to put pork chunks in his ramen. Even though all he ordered was a plain bowl.”
“Holy shit,” Byou replied, looking up from his steaming teacup.
Nao stuffed his mouth with a red bean daifuku. “Obviously the rest of the customers ran for their lives without bothering to pay for their orders. He was with four other guys, and they all managed to get away a good twenty minutes before the cops arrived.”
“Twenty minutes? They could easily have shot everyone’s fucking brains out by then.”
“Exactly!” Nao cried. “When we gave them the description of the men, the cops pretty much shrugged us off. They said our description was way too generic. I can provide detailed descriptions of what they looked like, but the police didn’t want to be bothered, and they basically fucked off.”
“Damn. That sucks.”
“No shit,” Nao continued ranting. “They looked like reject stuntmen from an American action movie, but they looked damn scary nonetheless. They were all in black suits, and they all wore sunglasses indoors.”
Hold on. At this point I felt my heart jump to my throat. “Nao,” I choked. “Did these guys happen to drive a black car? An import car, perhaps?”
“Yeah!” He exclaimed. “It was an Aston Martin. A gorgeous V12 Vantage. That’s another thing that was so weird. They were armed men, and they drove a ridiculously expensive car that should be banned from the streets. What were they doing in a small ramen house, pointing guns at people like that? Assholes.”
“Nao,” Uruha said, his expression now much more serious than it was earlier. “Do you remember the license plate of that car?”
“With alarming clarity,” he answered as he closed his eyes and dug into his memory. “Kanagawa 500, Ka 02-37. Private vehicle.”
Uruha quickly drew his cellphone out of his pocket. “What’s going on?” A confused Nao asked as he stuffed his mouth with more daifuku. With my eyes still set on Uruha poking away on his cellphone, I answered his question.
“Aoi was kidnapped, Nao,” I said. “We were attacked on our way back here. He helped me get away, but he got taken.”
“Oh fuck,” was Nao’s reaction. “Shit. Does his family know?” I shook my head as Nao nervously took another bite from his daifuku. “Any plans of telling them?”
“No. There’s no need for that. This has nothing to do with Aoi's family.”
We turned our attention to Uruha as he sighed while staring at his cellphone’s screen. Uruha pressed his fingers on his forehead, looking very annoyed. “It makes plenty of sense,” the blonde muttered to himself. "Only that nutjob would be capable of doing this."
“You know who did it, Uruha?” I asked, almost getting up from my seat. The head resident showed us a drafted text message. It was what was formed from keying in the last four numbers of the car’s license plate.
“Waka-sama,” Nao read out loud.
“No freaking way,” Byou breathed. “Is it…?”
“Yes, it is,” Uruha sighed. “It’s my sister.”
A/N: The next chapter will definitely explain Aoi and Uruha's bit of love/lots of hate relationship. I'm almost done writing it, so I know for a fact that the explanation will be there.
Chapter 6