Welcome to Mizer House, Ch. 6/x
Title: Welcome to Mizer House
Chapters: 6/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
Bands: The GazettE, ScReW, Malice Mizer, Alice Nine, An Cafe, SuG, more to be added later
Synopsis: Kai is in high school. He lives in an all-male dormitory with bizarre and quirky, but extremely attractive residents. Adventures, drama, and temptation fill the interiors of Mizer House. Premise is roughly based on Koko wa Greenwood.
Comments: All about Aoi and Uruha and their past (as promised).
Chapters: { Cast } { One } { Two } { Three } { Four } { Five }
“W-wait,” Nao stuttered as we all walked behind Uruha, who proceeded to his dorm room once we figured out who was behind Aoi’s kidnapping. “What would your sister want with Aoi?”
“Beats me. I just know that this is another one of her lame attempts to piss me off,” he replied without looking at me as he continued walking. “Anyway, it’s safe to assume that Aoi’s life isn’t in any danger. Waka wouldn’t kill him.”
“But why would she want you to provoke you this much?” I asked as I trailed behind Nao. “What could you have done to make her resort to doing something like this?”
Uruha finally turned around and faced us. He glared at me, obviously irritated at my inquiry. “It’s none of your business,” he replied as he turned around again and continued walking. Nao and I merely looked at each other, confused and disgruntled. Byou walked faster and caught up to the head resident as he grabbed one of Uruha’s shoulders.
“Uruha,” my roommate said. “Kai was attacked and Nao was held at gunpoint by Waka’s…no, your men. I think they deserve to know.”
Uruha sighed as he shoved Byou’s hand off his shoulder. “Fine. You tell them,” he said darkly without facing us. “I’m going to bed.” He marched into his dorm room and closed the door.
“What about your sister? Aren’t you going to contact-“ Byou’s words were cut off by the click of Uruha locking his door. “Shit.”
My roommate turned to us. “Okay kids,” he said. “Let me tell you something about Mom and Dad.”
Nao and I couldn’t believe what Byou told us.
“That Uruha,” Nao paused. “The guy who scrubs Mizer’s toilet seats every Thursday…is the heir to the Takashima conglomerate? The one that owns all of those hotels?”
“The one and only,” Byou replied, his arms folded across his chest while he sat on his bed. “He mentioned to me before that he had two older sisters, Hiko and Waka. It seems he and Waka aren’t in good terms.”
“That still doesn’t explain why she would target Aoi and go as far as kidnapping him,” Nao retorted. I thought he would never forget anything, but he seemingly forgot about the rest of the daifuku in his hands. And I thought nothing could ever shake Byou, but he actually looked worried.
“She probably thinks Aoi is Uruha’s weakness,” Byou said as his lips formed a worried smile. “She might think she can get what she wants from Uruha by holding Aoi hostage. But shit, she couldn’t be more wrong.”
I took a deep breath before I spoke. “Aoi told me that he and Uruha hate each other. Is that true?” I asked.
Byou nodded. “Ever since the student council elections during our freshman year,” he answered. Nao and I stayed silent, eyes glued on Byou as he talked.
“Aoi ran for vice president. It was rare that a freshman would run for a position in the student council, much less a position as high as vice president.” Byou narrated. “But Aoi had gained so much popularity by that time. Even more so than his running mate, Masao Yamaguchi.”
“I read about him in one of Malice’s yearbooks,” Nao said as he sank lower onto the chair beside our desk. “He was the last student council president candidate who ran unopposed.”
“That was all thanks to Aoi,” Byou remarked as he got off his bed and took a small sketchbook from our desk. “The other candidates pulled out from the elections to support them. Even Uruha, who had also been running for vice president, withdrew and chose to support Aoi, his roommate. He even volunteered to write Aoi’s speech. And that was the time things got ugly between them.”
“What happened?” I asked, watching Byou rummage through his bag and pull out a red colored pencil.
“Uruha found out why the other candidates withdrew from the elections,” Byou replied without looking away from his sketchbook as he scribbled on a blank page. “Unlike him, the other candidates didn’t withdraw willingly. They were blackmailed.”
My eyes widened. “Aoi? That Aoi blackmailed people?” I shook my head in disbelief.
“Not him. Yamaguchi did all the actual blackmailing. But it was Aoi who did all the dirty work,” Byou replied. “He used his smarts and his charm to fish out various stuff on the candidates and find the skeletons in their closet. Then that piece of shit Yamaguchi used the secrets Aoi collected to get more supporters and eliminate competition. Aoi gathered all sorts of information, including the fact that Uruha was the son of a tycoon, and he got into Malice because of his father’s influence, even though Uruha did have the intellect to get in on his own.”
Nao and I cringed. Why the fuck did Aoi support a guy like that?
“But Aoi totally miscalculated Yamaguchi’s foulness. One day, people were talking about Uruha cheating his way into Malice. Apparently Yamaguchi told everyone about Uruha being from that Takashima family when Uruha turned down his request to write his speech,” My roommate narrated. “I was there when Uruha approached Aoi in the library and slugged him in the face. Then Uruha yelled something. Something about Aoi being a cheat ‘just like him.’”
“Then Aoi yelled back. That one I remember clearly - he yelled at how a prince like Uruha would never understand what it feels like to have his life depend on kissing people’s asses. At that point Uruha went apeshit, and the two of them duked it out for a good half hour or so before a crowd of students worked together to pry them apart.”
I winced at the mental image of Aoi and Uruha having a fist fight. Nao straightened himself on his seat. “I wonder what Aoi meant about having to suck up to people for survival.”
“About that…we later found out that Masao Yamaguchi was the son of the director of Mie University. We also found out that Aoi’s father was a professor there, and his mother was an Operating Room nurse for the university hospital,” Byou replied as he looked up from his sketchbook and directed his eyes at us. “Aoi knew better than to get on Yamaguchi’s bad side, so in more ways than one, Aoi had been threatened long before the elections started, and he had more to lose than any other candidate. But Uruha didn’t know that. Not until after Yamaguchi graduated. Long after Aoi and Uruha’s fist fight.”
“Who won that fight, by the way?”
My roommate went back to his scribbling. “It depends on how you define ‘winning’ in this situation,” he said. “Uruha won the fist fight. But a lot of people hated him because of the stupid rumors Yamaguchi spread. They all eventually shut up and even liked him when he proved to be quite a smart cookie in addition to being an excellent athlete. But Uruha had to work his ass off for that.”
“As for Aoi, both he and Uruha received minor disciplinary sanctions, which led to Aoi’s disqualification in the student council elections,” Byou continued. “He was allowed to run again next year, but all his work for that bastard Yamaguchi didn’t benefit him at all. Things looked ‘normal’ between Aoi and Yamaguchi, but I once overheard Yamaguchi forcing Aoi to do his student council work. It was fucked up.”
Nao sighing and the quiet droning of our dorm room lights were the only sounds in the room that moment. I felt myself getting hypnotized by the movement of Byou’s pencil strokes as I watched him add shadows to a random character that had previously been made of construction lines. It was hard to picture Aoi being bullied and Uruha being unpopular. I tried to imagine how they dealt with it. Both of them suffered; couldn’t they have helped each other cope? They were roommates, after all.
“Why can’t they just let it go?” I hadn’t realized that I was thinking aloud.
“They have been trying to get along, Kai. They know well that it's neither healthy nor safe to be roommates with someone who wants to disembowel you in your sleep.” Byou retorted. “But do you really think it’s that easy?”
I shook my head. Of course it wasn’t easy. It would be impossible for Aoi to forget being forced to do things for Yamaguchi, practically selling his soul just to protect his parents. Uruha can’t possibly forget the anguish of being ostracized because of the family he happened to be born in.
I looked at the wall clock in our room. 12:55 AM. It had been exactly two hours since Aoi was kidnapped. Although Uruha said his sister wasn’t likely to kill Aoi, I still wondered if Aoi was okay. I wondered if he was safe. “You think Uruha’s gonna do something to save Aoi?”
Byou shrugged. “I honestly have no clue.”
Right then Uruha marched into our room, cellphone pressed on his cheek. He gestured an apology for barging in. “Really, only you’re crazy enough to do something like this.” All of us stayed silent as Uruha continued talking to the person behind Aoi’s kidnapping. “That wasn’t a compliment, but you’re welcome.”
Uruha looked at Nao. As if knowing exactly what Uruha needed, Nao nodded. “Shoto Grand Hills on 25-2 Kamiyama-cho, in Shibuya. Rather extravagant, aren’t we?” Uruha uttered, still looking at Nao. He looked away only when Nao nodded again. “How nice of you to come all the way to Tokyo to see me, Waka. I’ve missed you.”
Uruha rolled his eyes as he moved his cellphone a good eight inches away from his ear. Even from several feet away, we could hear a woman screaming on the other line. I managed to make out a “get over yourself, you piece of shit.” Uruha let out a small laugh as he brought his cellphone close to his face again. “Do you really want to keep him? He does snore rather loudly, you know.”
The blond covered his mouth to silence his laughter as we heard Aoi yell from the other line. “You try sleeping on the top bunk, pantywaist!” The head resident kept a smirk on his face as he pulled his phone away from his ear again. “If you don’t come here quickly, I can’t guarantee his life!” was what I think Waka shrieked before everything went quiet. Uruha clicked on his phone and folded it closed.
I wanted to waste no time. “Let’s go,” I said. “We know where they are now, Uruha, let’s go!”
The blond simply smiled at me. “There’s no need to hurry, Kai. Aoi sounded okay,” he said calmly. “And there’s no way Waka’s gonna kill him. He’ll get beaten up and probably molested, but he can handle that.”
The feeling in my chest went from worry to sheer rage as I ran past Byou and Nao and threw one of my fists straight at Uruha’s face. I felt the hard bones of his face and the friction of my knuckles against his soft lips. The light of our dorm room flickered as his back slammed onto the door.
“DAMMIT, Uruha,” I growled. “It’s your fault that Aoi got kidnapped. Don’t you feel even a little responsible? Don’t you CARE if he gets hurt? You say your sister won’t endanger his life, but what if she does? What then?”
Uruha glared at me as Byou quickly positioned himself between the two of us, ready to push Uruha back if he planned to retaliate. I felt Nao grab my shoulders to stop me from attacking Uruha again. “Kai, calm the fuck down.”
I breathed heavily as I stared at Uruha. Fear took over me quickly. I wanted to kick myself for starting a fight with the head resident. I did not want to get into a fight with this guy. If he can manhandle Aoi who can take down two thugs with one fist, then it should be very easy for him to beat me into a pulp. And what’s to stop him from hiring a bunch of hoodlums to hack and mangle my limbs apart?
And then I felt a rush of guilt well up in my chest as I remembered Byou telling me what Uruha had to go through when he was a freshman. He was hated for things that were beyond his control. I realized that I was harsh for blaming him for Aoi’s kidnapping.
“Uruha...I’m sor-“
“You’re right,” the blond told me as he pressed his bleeding lip with the back of his hand. “Waka’s an idiot and a coward, but Aoi just might tick her off enough to make her do something completely unnecessary. It’s best if we move early.”
My body stayed frozen as the head resident inched away from the door. “Kai. Nao. You two are coming with me,” he said. Nao simply nodded. He knew why he needed to be there. He knew Waka’s address, and he remembered the assailants’ faces. Uruha directed his eyes at Byou.
My roommate spoke before Uruha said anything. “I know. I’ll take care of things here,” Byou uttered.
I looked downwards. I was definitely reluctant, but I couldn’t say no. Aoi saved my life, and I couldn’t just sit there and wait while his life grew more and more in danger by the second.
I nodded, bracing myself. I was gonna witness one hell of a family reunion.
A/N: And the crack resumes...now.
Chapter 7
Chapters: 6/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
Bands: The GazettE, ScReW, Malice Mizer, Alice Nine, An Cafe, SuG, more to be added later
Synopsis: Kai is in high school. He lives in an all-male dormitory with bizarre and quirky, but extremely attractive residents. Adventures, drama, and temptation fill the interiors of Mizer House. Premise is roughly based on Koko wa Greenwood.
Comments: All about Aoi and Uruha and their past (as promised).
Chapters: { Cast } { One } { Two } { Three } { Four } { Five }
“W-wait,” Nao stuttered as we all walked behind Uruha, who proceeded to his dorm room once we figured out who was behind Aoi’s kidnapping. “What would your sister want with Aoi?”
“Beats me. I just know that this is another one of her lame attempts to piss me off,” he replied without looking at me as he continued walking. “Anyway, it’s safe to assume that Aoi’s life isn’t in any danger. Waka wouldn’t kill him.”
“But why would she want you to provoke you this much?” I asked as I trailed behind Nao. “What could you have done to make her resort to doing something like this?”
Uruha finally turned around and faced us. He glared at me, obviously irritated at my inquiry. “It’s none of your business,” he replied as he turned around again and continued walking. Nao and I merely looked at each other, confused and disgruntled. Byou walked faster and caught up to the head resident as he grabbed one of Uruha’s shoulders.
“Uruha,” my roommate said. “Kai was attacked and Nao was held at gunpoint by Waka’s…no, your men. I think they deserve to know.”
Uruha sighed as he shoved Byou’s hand off his shoulder. “Fine. You tell them,” he said darkly without facing us. “I’m going to bed.” He marched into his dorm room and closed the door.
“What about your sister? Aren’t you going to contact-“ Byou’s words were cut off by the click of Uruha locking his door. “Shit.”
My roommate turned to us. “Okay kids,” he said. “Let me tell you something about Mom and Dad.”
Nao and I couldn’t believe what Byou told us.
“That Uruha,” Nao paused. “The guy who scrubs Mizer’s toilet seats every Thursday…is the heir to the Takashima conglomerate? The one that owns all of those hotels?”
“The one and only,” Byou replied, his arms folded across his chest while he sat on his bed. “He mentioned to me before that he had two older sisters, Hiko and Waka. It seems he and Waka aren’t in good terms.”
“That still doesn’t explain why she would target Aoi and go as far as kidnapping him,” Nao retorted. I thought he would never forget anything, but he seemingly forgot about the rest of the daifuku in his hands. And I thought nothing could ever shake Byou, but he actually looked worried.
“She probably thinks Aoi is Uruha’s weakness,” Byou said as his lips formed a worried smile. “She might think she can get what she wants from Uruha by holding Aoi hostage. But shit, she couldn’t be more wrong.”
I took a deep breath before I spoke. “Aoi told me that he and Uruha hate each other. Is that true?” I asked.
Byou nodded. “Ever since the student council elections during our freshman year,” he answered. Nao and I stayed silent, eyes glued on Byou as he talked.
“Aoi ran for vice president. It was rare that a freshman would run for a position in the student council, much less a position as high as vice president.” Byou narrated. “But Aoi had gained so much popularity by that time. Even more so than his running mate, Masao Yamaguchi.”
“I read about him in one of Malice’s yearbooks,” Nao said as he sank lower onto the chair beside our desk. “He was the last student council president candidate who ran unopposed.”
“That was all thanks to Aoi,” Byou remarked as he got off his bed and took a small sketchbook from our desk. “The other candidates pulled out from the elections to support them. Even Uruha, who had also been running for vice president, withdrew and chose to support Aoi, his roommate. He even volunteered to write Aoi’s speech. And that was the time things got ugly between them.”
“What happened?” I asked, watching Byou rummage through his bag and pull out a red colored pencil.
“Uruha found out why the other candidates withdrew from the elections,” Byou replied without looking away from his sketchbook as he scribbled on a blank page. “Unlike him, the other candidates didn’t withdraw willingly. They were blackmailed.”
My eyes widened. “Aoi? That Aoi blackmailed people?” I shook my head in disbelief.
“Not him. Yamaguchi did all the actual blackmailing. But it was Aoi who did all the dirty work,” Byou replied. “He used his smarts and his charm to fish out various stuff on the candidates and find the skeletons in their closet. Then that piece of shit Yamaguchi used the secrets Aoi collected to get more supporters and eliminate competition. Aoi gathered all sorts of information, including the fact that Uruha was the son of a tycoon, and he got into Malice because of his father’s influence, even though Uruha did have the intellect to get in on his own.”
Nao and I cringed. Why the fuck did Aoi support a guy like that?
“But Aoi totally miscalculated Yamaguchi’s foulness. One day, people were talking about Uruha cheating his way into Malice. Apparently Yamaguchi told everyone about Uruha being from that Takashima family when Uruha turned down his request to write his speech,” My roommate narrated. “I was there when Uruha approached Aoi in the library and slugged him in the face. Then Uruha yelled something. Something about Aoi being a cheat ‘just like him.’”
“Then Aoi yelled back. That one I remember clearly - he yelled at how a prince like Uruha would never understand what it feels like to have his life depend on kissing people’s asses. At that point Uruha went apeshit, and the two of them duked it out for a good half hour or so before a crowd of students worked together to pry them apart.”
I winced at the mental image of Aoi and Uruha having a fist fight. Nao straightened himself on his seat. “I wonder what Aoi meant about having to suck up to people for survival.”
“About that…we later found out that Masao Yamaguchi was the son of the director of Mie University. We also found out that Aoi’s father was a professor there, and his mother was an Operating Room nurse for the university hospital,” Byou replied as he looked up from his sketchbook and directed his eyes at us. “Aoi knew better than to get on Yamaguchi’s bad side, so in more ways than one, Aoi had been threatened long before the elections started, and he had more to lose than any other candidate. But Uruha didn’t know that. Not until after Yamaguchi graduated. Long after Aoi and Uruha’s fist fight.”
“Who won that fight, by the way?”
My roommate went back to his scribbling. “It depends on how you define ‘winning’ in this situation,” he said. “Uruha won the fist fight. But a lot of people hated him because of the stupid rumors Yamaguchi spread. They all eventually shut up and even liked him when he proved to be quite a smart cookie in addition to being an excellent athlete. But Uruha had to work his ass off for that.”
“As for Aoi, both he and Uruha received minor disciplinary sanctions, which led to Aoi’s disqualification in the student council elections,” Byou continued. “He was allowed to run again next year, but all his work for that bastard Yamaguchi didn’t benefit him at all. Things looked ‘normal’ between Aoi and Yamaguchi, but I once overheard Yamaguchi forcing Aoi to do his student council work. It was fucked up.”
Nao sighing and the quiet droning of our dorm room lights were the only sounds in the room that moment. I felt myself getting hypnotized by the movement of Byou’s pencil strokes as I watched him add shadows to a random character that had previously been made of construction lines. It was hard to picture Aoi being bullied and Uruha being unpopular. I tried to imagine how they dealt with it. Both of them suffered; couldn’t they have helped each other cope? They were roommates, after all.
“Why can’t they just let it go?” I hadn’t realized that I was thinking aloud.
“They have been trying to get along, Kai. They know well that it's neither healthy nor safe to be roommates with someone who wants to disembowel you in your sleep.” Byou retorted. “But do you really think it’s that easy?”
I shook my head. Of course it wasn’t easy. It would be impossible for Aoi to forget being forced to do things for Yamaguchi, practically selling his soul just to protect his parents. Uruha can’t possibly forget the anguish of being ostracized because of the family he happened to be born in.
I looked at the wall clock in our room. 12:55 AM. It had been exactly two hours since Aoi was kidnapped. Although Uruha said his sister wasn’t likely to kill Aoi, I still wondered if Aoi was okay. I wondered if he was safe. “You think Uruha’s gonna do something to save Aoi?”
Byou shrugged. “I honestly have no clue.”
Right then Uruha marched into our room, cellphone pressed on his cheek. He gestured an apology for barging in. “Really, only you’re crazy enough to do something like this.” All of us stayed silent as Uruha continued talking to the person behind Aoi’s kidnapping. “That wasn’t a compliment, but you’re welcome.”
Uruha looked at Nao. As if knowing exactly what Uruha needed, Nao nodded. “Shoto Grand Hills on 25-2 Kamiyama-cho, in Shibuya. Rather extravagant, aren’t we?” Uruha uttered, still looking at Nao. He looked away only when Nao nodded again. “How nice of you to come all the way to Tokyo to see me, Waka. I’ve missed you.”
Uruha rolled his eyes as he moved his cellphone a good eight inches away from his ear. Even from several feet away, we could hear a woman screaming on the other line. I managed to make out a “get over yourself, you piece of shit.” Uruha let out a small laugh as he brought his cellphone close to his face again. “Do you really want to keep him? He does snore rather loudly, you know.”
The blond covered his mouth to silence his laughter as we heard Aoi yell from the other line. “You try sleeping on the top bunk, pantywaist!” The head resident kept a smirk on his face as he pulled his phone away from his ear again. “If you don’t come here quickly, I can’t guarantee his life!” was what I think Waka shrieked before everything went quiet. Uruha clicked on his phone and folded it closed.
I wanted to waste no time. “Let’s go,” I said. “We know where they are now, Uruha, let’s go!”
The blond simply smiled at me. “There’s no need to hurry, Kai. Aoi sounded okay,” he said calmly. “And there’s no way Waka’s gonna kill him. He’ll get beaten up and probably molested, but he can handle that.”
The feeling in my chest went from worry to sheer rage as I ran past Byou and Nao and threw one of my fists straight at Uruha’s face. I felt the hard bones of his face and the friction of my knuckles against his soft lips. The light of our dorm room flickered as his back slammed onto the door.
“DAMMIT, Uruha,” I growled. “It’s your fault that Aoi got kidnapped. Don’t you feel even a little responsible? Don’t you CARE if he gets hurt? You say your sister won’t endanger his life, but what if she does? What then?”
Uruha glared at me as Byou quickly positioned himself between the two of us, ready to push Uruha back if he planned to retaliate. I felt Nao grab my shoulders to stop me from attacking Uruha again. “Kai, calm the fuck down.”
I breathed heavily as I stared at Uruha. Fear took over me quickly. I wanted to kick myself for starting a fight with the head resident. I did not want to get into a fight with this guy. If he can manhandle Aoi who can take down two thugs with one fist, then it should be very easy for him to beat me into a pulp. And what’s to stop him from hiring a bunch of hoodlums to hack and mangle my limbs apart?
And then I felt a rush of guilt well up in my chest as I remembered Byou telling me what Uruha had to go through when he was a freshman. He was hated for things that were beyond his control. I realized that I was harsh for blaming him for Aoi’s kidnapping.
“Uruha...I’m sor-“
“You’re right,” the blond told me as he pressed his bleeding lip with the back of his hand. “Waka’s an idiot and a coward, but Aoi just might tick her off enough to make her do something completely unnecessary. It’s best if we move early.”
My body stayed frozen as the head resident inched away from the door. “Kai. Nao. You two are coming with me,” he said. Nao simply nodded. He knew why he needed to be there. He knew Waka’s address, and he remembered the assailants’ faces. Uruha directed his eyes at Byou.
My roommate spoke before Uruha said anything. “I know. I’ll take care of things here,” Byou uttered.
I looked downwards. I was definitely reluctant, but I couldn’t say no. Aoi saved my life, and I couldn’t just sit there and wait while his life grew more and more in danger by the second.
I nodded, bracing myself. I was gonna witness one hell of a family reunion.
A/N: And the crack resumes...now.
Chapter 7