Welcome to Mizer House, Ch. 7/x
Title: Welcome to Mizer House
Chapters: 7/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, language
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: I managed to churn out this chapter while wrestling with writer's block, so it's probably not quite as well-written as I want it to be. But a lot happens in this chapter, and more things are revealed about Uruha.
Chapters: { Cast } { One } { Two } { Three } { Four } { Five } { Six )
I felt my heart race while I stared at the lights along the far motorway and the buildings from inside a shinkansen car. I slumped lower onto my seat, and then I glanced at Nao who sat beside me. His eyes were closed, and…what the hell, is he snoring? It would have been funny if we weren’t hurrying to Shibuya to rescue Aoi from Uruha’s sister. I wondered how he could be sleeping at a time like this until I remembered that it was the dead of night. 3AM, read my watch. Most people in Japan would be dead to the world, sleeping soundly, in peaceful oblivion. And here I was, in a shinkansen, fearing for Aoi’s safety. And possibly Uruha’s, Nao’s, and mine as well.
“You okay?”
I looked up from my watch, towards the blonde who sat across me. “Yeah.”
Silence filled the train car again. Now that I realized how late it really was, I was amazed that Uruha was still awake. The guy wasn’t showing a shred of fatigue. He was more tired than me and Nao, as he had to do his head resident duties before I came running to him and Byou, raving about Aoi getting kidnapped. I looked out the window again, watching the hundreds of strips of colored lights run by the speeding train we were in. I couldn’t look at Uruha without feeling uneasy. I still felt guilty that I punched him in the face and blamed him for Aoi’s kidnapping a little while before we left Mizer House. But after a few minutes of complete silence, save for the deep humming of the zooming train and Nao’s soft snoring, I had to break the ice.
“Uruha,” I said. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hit you and said those things back there.”
I heard him sigh. “It’s fine. I had it coming,” he replied. My eyes slid back to Uruha. His eyes were directed at a small object in his hand. Before I could ask him what he had in his hands, he talked again. “Wake Nao up. We get off at the next stop.”
We got off at Shibuya station and walked from there. Shibuya’s streets were crowded with people, even at this late hour. We crossed the streets alongside throngs of men and women. I looked at their faces. Some of them looked tired, just wanting to go home. Others looked like the day just started for them as they hurried to get to work for their shift. I wondered if anyone else was in a hurry to save a friend’s life.
Then I wondered why were just walking. “Shouldn’t we hurry, Uruha?” I asked as I trailed behind the tall blonde.
Uruha looked over his shoulder and smiled at me. “We have to save our energy, Kai. We might have to fight.”
Fuck. Nao and I looked at each other as we continued walking behind Uruha. My best friend didn’t need telepathy to tell me what he was thinking - let’s hope we live through this.
In twenty minutes, we were at Shoto Grand Hills.
“Nao, are you sure you want to do this?” Uruha asked my best friend. “Although I’m fairly confident that Waka won’t kill anyone, I can’t guarantee that you won’t see…ugly things in there. With that memory of yours, you might regret coming here.”
Nao shook his head. “No way,” he replied. “I don’t care if it scars me for life. I can’t leave you guys behind.” Yes, this was the guy who was held at gunpoint by one of Waka’s men earlier today. I felt slightly envious that he could brush it off like it was nothing.
Maybe I should read that damn romance novel he was raving about.
“Alright,” Uruha said, smirking. “Suit yourself.”
Nao and I marched towards the building’s entrance. “Do you know where her room is?” I asked the blonde senior.
“We can ask the recep-“
Nao was interrupted by Uruha tugging him violently away from the building’s main entrance. “We’re not passing through the front door. Get the hell away from there, Kai,” Uruha hissed as he pulled me to the side with one hand while he still held Nao with the other.
I jerked my arm away from his grip. “How do you propose we go about this then? We climb the fucking walls like a bunch of lizards?”
Uruha pointed towards another door, not too far from the main building of the apartment complex. “The garage, Sherlock. Knowing my sister, she would have had her guards hijack the apartment’s security posts and have us maimed once they see us,” he retorted. Nao’s mouth hung open while I quietly followed the head resident and my best friend.
We walked into the Shoto’s unguarded parking area. It didn’t take us long to find some elevators that lead to the Shoto’s residential units. It was a long thirty seconds in the elevator. And another long twenty seconds before we arrived at Waka’s doorstep. Before Uruha barged into her residence with me and Nao trailing behind.
“Guys?”
Holy fucking shit.
There was Aoi. He was sitting down, still tied up. The black shirt he wore earlier was wound around his tied arms. His pants were around his ankles. He was in nothing but his boxers. And he was covered in bruises.
And there she was, standing right beside him. She wore the same kind of doll clothing Mana did, only her clothes were in pastel colors. Her hair was a dizzying shade of pink, with black streaks here and there, and blonde streaks on one side of her bangs. These multi-colored bangs hooded her eyes heavily. She had to stroke her bangs away from her eyes for us to see them. This was Aoi’s kidnapper.
Uruha seemed to be the only one who wasn’t fazed in the slightest, as even the woman was shocked to see us. “Hello, Waka.”
“K-Kouyou,” the woman stuttered. She then lifted a shaking hand and pointed at Uruha. “HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN HERE? THERE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE GUARDS ALL OVER THE PLACE!” Waka shrieked, prompting two armed men to aim their guns at our general direction. Naturally, Nao and I froze.
I broke into a cold sweat while I looked at Uruha give his sister a smile. It was like he didn’t give a shit that he was being held at gunpoint at practically point blank distance. “All over the place? They must have been asleep, Waka. We didn’t encounter anyone.”
The armed men walked closer to Uruha and poked his temples with the barrels of their handguns.
Oh God, oh God, oh God…
Uruha, to my utter shock, continued smiling. “Okay, Waka. What do you want?”
“You know what I want, Kouyou,” she purred as her bangs slowly covered her eyes again. “You know what I’ve always wanted, aside from the vast empire you’ll be inheriting from Daddy, which by the way you STOLE from me and Hiko.”
I could do nothing but stand there and stare at Waka. Of course this was over the huge inheritance Uruha will be getting. I had expected as much. But I had no idea that he was the only heir to the conglomerate. And what did Waka mean by Uruha “stealing” the inheritance away?
“Well I don’t have it yet, so it really isn’t mine to give you,” Uruha retorted, still smiling. “And no, Waka, I don’t know what you want aside from that and my head on a silver platter. I haven’t peeked into your letters to Santa Claus for the last few years.”
“Oh no, you little bastard, I don’t want you dead,” she replied. “I want you to live and suffer. I’ve been planning this day for so long. Now it’s finally here.”
She once again stroked her bangs away from her eyes, revealing what perhaps was the most malicious look I’ve ever seen on a woman. “I want you to be my slave, Kouyou,” she said. “I want you to serve me for the rest of your natural life. I want you to call me Your Highness, be at my beck and call, and I want you to lick my shoes.”
What the FUCK? Uruha was right. She was a fucking nutjob.
“What if I refuse?” was Uruha’s retort.
My eyes widened as I watched Waka pull a 9mm out of her handbag. She then held the gun and planted the barrel right on Aoi’s temple. “Hey!” I heard Aoi cry out. A “holy shit” escaped Nao’s mouth. Before Nao and I could move, the two gunmen nudged Uruha with the barrels of their 0.45’s. And we froze again.
“If you refuse, Kouyou, this friend of yours dies.”
You gotta be shitting me.
“Waka,” Uruha said. He was no longer smiling. “You do realize that this is a crime, right? We can report this to the police.”
Waka let out a laugh. “Oh, Kouyou, still acting so cool even when you’ve clearly lost,” she jeered. “It will take you longer to dial three numbers than for me to pull one trigger.”
My eyes slid to the side, towards Nao. Nao was shaking, his eyes fixed on Aoi. Fuck. It was a horrible idea to bring him along. This is gonna scar him more than anyone else. If we even live through this. I quickly shifted my eyes to Aoi. His gaze was fixed on Uruha as he was shaking his head. He was mouthing “no.”
Uruha slowly walked closer. Son of a bitch, he was moving, totally ignoring the two firearms aimed right at his head. “You’re never gonna pull that trigger in this lifetime, Waka,” he said as he continued walking.
Waka quivered a little before she pressed her gun harder onto Aoi’s temple. “I can, and I will if you don’t do as I fucking say! Don’t you care about what happens to this boy?”
I could only watch in horror as Aoi squinted at the pressure on his temple and Uruha kept on walking. He still had two guns pointed at him, but he didn’t give a shit. He was even snickering. “You know,” he chuckled. “You really should fire the idiot who told you that this guy is anything even remotely close to a friend.”
The woman’s eyes widened. “Don’t come any closer!” Oh, but he did. Uruha kept walking. At this point I couldn’t help myself.
“Don’t provoke her, Uruha!”
Bad move. One of the bodyguards shifted the aim of his firearm from Uruha’s head to my face. Fuck. FUCK. But Uruha ignored this and continued walking. He didn’t seem to care that his sister was quivering of rage, with the gun still in her hand, her finger dangerously close to the trigger. He didn’t seem to care that his sister’s 9mm was now aimed at him.
“Why…why did a monster like you have to be born?” Waka stammered. “WHY DID DAD HAVE TO FUCK ANOTHER WOMAN AND GET HER PREGNANT?”
You stole our inheritance away. It made sense now. Uruha was an illegitimate child. But it still didn’t explain why Uruha was the only heir to their father’s wealth. Being the only son just wasn’t enough reason.
I found out soon enough.
“Why did you survive, Kouyou?” Waka now had tears rolling down her cheeks. “How did you survive the gunshot wound I gave you? How did you do it, you DEMON? How did you live to tell the tale and have Daddy disown US? His own daughters…”
Aoi’s jaw dropped. Nao and I couldn’t keep our thoughts hidden. “What?” I felt the cold barrel of one of the bodyguards’ .45 move away from my skin. Even he looked surprised. Uruha, however, didn’t. He continued approaching Waka. And that made Waka completely lose it.
“Kill the two boys.”
Then Uruha stopped moving. I saw Aoi’s eyes widen. I quickly looked at Nao who looked like he was about to cry. And that was probably the best time to do just that as my eyes started to water as well. My chest hammered the hardest it had ever done. I had been through a near death experience shortly before I started high school. And I was afraid, but that was nothing compared to the fear I felt now.
We’re gonna die. We’re gonna be murdered.
I closed my eyes and quickly thought of the things I still wanted to do. I thought of the people who mattered. My family. My friends. Nao, the guy who I spent most of my happy days in Mizer and Malice with. Byou, the asshole who understood me best. Reita, the man who saved me.
Then I heard a thud. And another thud. And Waka shrieking. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” My eyes shot open, and as if by instinct, I turned around. I saw Nao on his knees, and behind him, there was a crowd of men. They were friends. They were family.
It was every single resident of Mizer House, in Malice High School uniform. At their feet were two now unconscious and no longer armed bodyguards. And right in the front line of the army of residents was my roommate. That was the first time I felt happy to see the motherfucker.
“Hurry the fuck up and finish things here, Uruha,” Byou said as he clutched the schoolbag that he apparently beaned one of the guards with. “We have class in a few hours.”
A/N: Writer's block is the pebble in my shoe.
Chapter 8
Chapters: 7/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, language
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: I managed to churn out this chapter while wrestling with writer's block, so it's probably not quite as well-written as I want it to be. But a lot happens in this chapter, and more things are revealed about Uruha.
Chapters: { Cast } { One } { Two } { Three } { Four } { Five } { Six )
I felt my heart race while I stared at the lights along the far motorway and the buildings from inside a shinkansen car. I slumped lower onto my seat, and then I glanced at Nao who sat beside me. His eyes were closed, and…what the hell, is he snoring? It would have been funny if we weren’t hurrying to Shibuya to rescue Aoi from Uruha’s sister. I wondered how he could be sleeping at a time like this until I remembered that it was the dead of night. 3AM, read my watch. Most people in Japan would be dead to the world, sleeping soundly, in peaceful oblivion. And here I was, in a shinkansen, fearing for Aoi’s safety. And possibly Uruha’s, Nao’s, and mine as well.
“You okay?”
I looked up from my watch, towards the blonde who sat across me. “Yeah.”
Silence filled the train car again. Now that I realized how late it really was, I was amazed that Uruha was still awake. The guy wasn’t showing a shred of fatigue. He was more tired than me and Nao, as he had to do his head resident duties before I came running to him and Byou, raving about Aoi getting kidnapped. I looked out the window again, watching the hundreds of strips of colored lights run by the speeding train we were in. I couldn’t look at Uruha without feeling uneasy. I still felt guilty that I punched him in the face and blamed him for Aoi’s kidnapping a little while before we left Mizer House. But after a few minutes of complete silence, save for the deep humming of the zooming train and Nao’s soft snoring, I had to break the ice.
“Uruha,” I said. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I hit you and said those things back there.”
I heard him sigh. “It’s fine. I had it coming,” he replied. My eyes slid back to Uruha. His eyes were directed at a small object in his hand. Before I could ask him what he had in his hands, he talked again. “Wake Nao up. We get off at the next stop.”
We got off at Shibuya station and walked from there. Shibuya’s streets were crowded with people, even at this late hour. We crossed the streets alongside throngs of men and women. I looked at their faces. Some of them looked tired, just wanting to go home. Others looked like the day just started for them as they hurried to get to work for their shift. I wondered if anyone else was in a hurry to save a friend’s life.
Then I wondered why were just walking. “Shouldn’t we hurry, Uruha?” I asked as I trailed behind the tall blonde.
Uruha looked over his shoulder and smiled at me. “We have to save our energy, Kai. We might have to fight.”
Fuck. Nao and I looked at each other as we continued walking behind Uruha. My best friend didn’t need telepathy to tell me what he was thinking - let’s hope we live through this.
In twenty minutes, we were at Shoto Grand Hills.
“Nao, are you sure you want to do this?” Uruha asked my best friend. “Although I’m fairly confident that Waka won’t kill anyone, I can’t guarantee that you won’t see…ugly things in there. With that memory of yours, you might regret coming here.”
Nao shook his head. “No way,” he replied. “I don’t care if it scars me for life. I can’t leave you guys behind.” Yes, this was the guy who was held at gunpoint by one of Waka’s men earlier today. I felt slightly envious that he could brush it off like it was nothing.
Maybe I should read that damn romance novel he was raving about.
“Alright,” Uruha said, smirking. “Suit yourself.”
Nao and I marched towards the building’s entrance. “Do you know where her room is?” I asked the blonde senior.
“We can ask the recep-“
Nao was interrupted by Uruha tugging him violently away from the building’s main entrance. “We’re not passing through the front door. Get the hell away from there, Kai,” Uruha hissed as he pulled me to the side with one hand while he still held Nao with the other.
I jerked my arm away from his grip. “How do you propose we go about this then? We climb the fucking walls like a bunch of lizards?”
Uruha pointed towards another door, not too far from the main building of the apartment complex. “The garage, Sherlock. Knowing my sister, she would have had her guards hijack the apartment’s security posts and have us maimed once they see us,” he retorted. Nao’s mouth hung open while I quietly followed the head resident and my best friend.
We walked into the Shoto’s unguarded parking area. It didn’t take us long to find some elevators that lead to the Shoto’s residential units. It was a long thirty seconds in the elevator. And another long twenty seconds before we arrived at Waka’s doorstep. Before Uruha barged into her residence with me and Nao trailing behind.
“Guys?”
Holy fucking shit.
There was Aoi. He was sitting down, still tied up. The black shirt he wore earlier was wound around his tied arms. His pants were around his ankles. He was in nothing but his boxers. And he was covered in bruises.
And there she was, standing right beside him. She wore the same kind of doll clothing Mana did, only her clothes were in pastel colors. Her hair was a dizzying shade of pink, with black streaks here and there, and blonde streaks on one side of her bangs. These multi-colored bangs hooded her eyes heavily. She had to stroke her bangs away from her eyes for us to see them. This was Aoi’s kidnapper.
Uruha seemed to be the only one who wasn’t fazed in the slightest, as even the woman was shocked to see us. “Hello, Waka.”
“K-Kouyou,” the woman stuttered. She then lifted a shaking hand and pointed at Uruha. “HOW THE HELL DID YOU GET IN HERE? THERE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE GUARDS ALL OVER THE PLACE!” Waka shrieked, prompting two armed men to aim their guns at our general direction. Naturally, Nao and I froze.
I broke into a cold sweat while I looked at Uruha give his sister a smile. It was like he didn’t give a shit that he was being held at gunpoint at practically point blank distance. “All over the place? They must have been asleep, Waka. We didn’t encounter anyone.”
The armed men walked closer to Uruha and poked his temples with the barrels of their handguns.
Oh God, oh God, oh God…
Uruha, to my utter shock, continued smiling. “Okay, Waka. What do you want?”
“You know what I want, Kouyou,” she purred as her bangs slowly covered her eyes again. “You know what I’ve always wanted, aside from the vast empire you’ll be inheriting from Daddy, which by the way you STOLE from me and Hiko.”
I could do nothing but stand there and stare at Waka. Of course this was over the huge inheritance Uruha will be getting. I had expected as much. But I had no idea that he was the only heir to the conglomerate. And what did Waka mean by Uruha “stealing” the inheritance away?
“Well I don’t have it yet, so it really isn’t mine to give you,” Uruha retorted, still smiling. “And no, Waka, I don’t know what you want aside from that and my head on a silver platter. I haven’t peeked into your letters to Santa Claus for the last few years.”
“Oh no, you little bastard, I don’t want you dead,” she replied. “I want you to live and suffer. I’ve been planning this day for so long. Now it’s finally here.”
She once again stroked her bangs away from her eyes, revealing what perhaps was the most malicious look I’ve ever seen on a woman. “I want you to be my slave, Kouyou,” she said. “I want you to serve me for the rest of your natural life. I want you to call me Your Highness, be at my beck and call, and I want you to lick my shoes.”
What the FUCK? Uruha was right. She was a fucking nutjob.
“What if I refuse?” was Uruha’s retort.
My eyes widened as I watched Waka pull a 9mm out of her handbag. She then held the gun and planted the barrel right on Aoi’s temple. “Hey!” I heard Aoi cry out. A “holy shit” escaped Nao’s mouth. Before Nao and I could move, the two gunmen nudged Uruha with the barrels of their 0.45’s. And we froze again.
“If you refuse, Kouyou, this friend of yours dies.”
You gotta be shitting me.
“Waka,” Uruha said. He was no longer smiling. “You do realize that this is a crime, right? We can report this to the police.”
Waka let out a laugh. “Oh, Kouyou, still acting so cool even when you’ve clearly lost,” she jeered. “It will take you longer to dial three numbers than for me to pull one trigger.”
My eyes slid to the side, towards Nao. Nao was shaking, his eyes fixed on Aoi. Fuck. It was a horrible idea to bring him along. This is gonna scar him more than anyone else. If we even live through this. I quickly shifted my eyes to Aoi. His gaze was fixed on Uruha as he was shaking his head. He was mouthing “no.”
Uruha slowly walked closer. Son of a bitch, he was moving, totally ignoring the two firearms aimed right at his head. “You’re never gonna pull that trigger in this lifetime, Waka,” he said as he continued walking.
Waka quivered a little before she pressed her gun harder onto Aoi’s temple. “I can, and I will if you don’t do as I fucking say! Don’t you care about what happens to this boy?”
I could only watch in horror as Aoi squinted at the pressure on his temple and Uruha kept on walking. He still had two guns pointed at him, but he didn’t give a shit. He was even snickering. “You know,” he chuckled. “You really should fire the idiot who told you that this guy is anything even remotely close to a friend.”
The woman’s eyes widened. “Don’t come any closer!” Oh, but he did. Uruha kept walking. At this point I couldn’t help myself.
“Don’t provoke her, Uruha!”
Bad move. One of the bodyguards shifted the aim of his firearm from Uruha’s head to my face. Fuck. FUCK. But Uruha ignored this and continued walking. He didn’t seem to care that his sister was quivering of rage, with the gun still in her hand, her finger dangerously close to the trigger. He didn’t seem to care that his sister’s 9mm was now aimed at him.
“Why…why did a monster like you have to be born?” Waka stammered. “WHY DID DAD HAVE TO FUCK ANOTHER WOMAN AND GET HER PREGNANT?”
You stole our inheritance away. It made sense now. Uruha was an illegitimate child. But it still didn’t explain why Uruha was the only heir to their father’s wealth. Being the only son just wasn’t enough reason.
I found out soon enough.
“Why did you survive, Kouyou?” Waka now had tears rolling down her cheeks. “How did you survive the gunshot wound I gave you? How did you do it, you DEMON? How did you live to tell the tale and have Daddy disown US? His own daughters…”
Aoi’s jaw dropped. Nao and I couldn’t keep our thoughts hidden. “What?” I felt the cold barrel of one of the bodyguards’ .45 move away from my skin. Even he looked surprised. Uruha, however, didn’t. He continued approaching Waka. And that made Waka completely lose it.
“Kill the two boys.”
Then Uruha stopped moving. I saw Aoi’s eyes widen. I quickly looked at Nao who looked like he was about to cry. And that was probably the best time to do just that as my eyes started to water as well. My chest hammered the hardest it had ever done. I had been through a near death experience shortly before I started high school. And I was afraid, but that was nothing compared to the fear I felt now.
We’re gonna die. We’re gonna be murdered.
I closed my eyes and quickly thought of the things I still wanted to do. I thought of the people who mattered. My family. My friends. Nao, the guy who I spent most of my happy days in Mizer and Malice with. Byou, the asshole who understood me best. Reita, the man who saved me.
Then I heard a thud. And another thud. And Waka shrieking. “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?” My eyes shot open, and as if by instinct, I turned around. I saw Nao on his knees, and behind him, there was a crowd of men. They were friends. They were family.
It was every single resident of Mizer House, in Malice High School uniform. At their feet were two now unconscious and no longer armed bodyguards. And right in the front line of the army of residents was my roommate. That was the first time I felt happy to see the motherfucker.
“Hurry the fuck up and finish things here, Uruha,” Byou said as he clutched the schoolbag that he apparently beaned one of the guards with. “We have class in a few hours.”
A/N: Writer's block is the pebble in my shoe.
Chapter 8