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A smutty fic I wrote for my best friend on his birthday! I hope you like it booboo! ;^; It's not proofread, so there's probably typos EVERYWHERE. But it's full of love, so please enjoy it ^-^ <3


Finny was tired. He had been working a long shift today, and as he walked home, he wondered what his boyfriend, Bard, was doing.

Today was Finny’s birthday. Everyone at work had been really good to him today. He had even gotten a small cake or two, which was expected from working in a bakery. But there was one thing that worried him. Bard had mysteriously taken the day off. It wasn’t very subtle, Finny thought as he walked. He knew Bard would be planning something, and the thought made him slightly nervous. He would have to act all surprised, like he didn’t expect a thing, but he would do it anyway, so he wouldn’t upset Bard.

He slipped his key into their apartment door, smiling lightly at the thought of Bard trying to pick him out the perfect present. He always struggled with that sort of thing, and he would always ask Finny for his help, but imagining him struggling without Finny made the blonde laugh lightly. Bard was so cute sometimes~

“Bard?” He called out but he was met with silence. “Bard, I’m home!” He called again, setting down a small plastic bag and his keys on the table by the door. He quickly looked through some envelopes, but found nothing of interest. “I brought cake!”

This was strange. Usually his boyfriend would have come to greet him by now, and Finny was beginning to miss his welcome home kiss. He strolled into the kitchen but stopped at the door when he saw no one there. Sitting room, bathroom, hallways. Bard was no where to be found. Finny glanced at the door to their bedroom and gulped. The surprise… was in there? The thought excited him, but also made him nervous. He paced his way over to the door.

“Bard?” When he entered he looked around and almost choked.

“Welcome home, Finn.” Bard was lying across the bed, a giant red bow tied around his chest, and his head propped up with one of his hands. The rest of him was naked. Not a scrap of clothes on, Finny thought, until he looked closer and noticed something covering Bard’s crotch. Was that… a jockstrap…? He was wearing knee-high socks too… was he going for a foot ball kind of look? The thought made Finny flush with colour.

“B-Bard?” Finny felt himself flair up with embarrassment and averted his gaze. Bard gave a short chuckle and Finny heard him rise onto his knees, still on the bed.

“Come here~” He called in low voice. That voice he knew Finny loved. Who was Finny to deny his wish? As he thought that, he made his way over to his boyfriend, his eyes glued to the floor. When he reached the edge of the bed, he felt Bard’s large hand grip his chin. His face was raised to meet Bard’s, and he felt his cheeks deepen with colour.

“Happy Birthday, Finny.” He said with a small smile before leaning in, his lips grazing over Finny’s in a way that made the younger’s knees feel weak. There was no tongue, not yet, because Bard knew Finny liked to start things off slow. He liked to let his boyfriend get comfortable.

Feeling the rough lips contrast to his soft one’s, Finny gave a small moan. He felt Bard smile against his mouth before his tongue slipped out and ran against plump lips, nibbling lightly at his lower one. Finny felt his eyes drop shut, his body moving unconsciously as he raised his leg onto the bed in an effort to get closer to Bard. When he was kneeling in front of the other, he wrapped his arms around broad shoulders.

The kiss deepened as Bard slipped his tongue into Finny’s very willing mouth. They were so close now, so close that he felt Bard’s stubble against his chin. It was rough, but so tender. Large hands made their way around his lower back, stopping only to squeeze slender hips. Finny gasped lightly when large hands encased his lower back and Bard’s lips suddenly moved to his jaw, nibbling lightly, accompanied by a couple of light licks.

“B-Bard…” He tried to convey his longing for his boyfriend, but his breath was taken by a gasp when Bard moved to his collar bone, running his tongue along any exposed skin that he could.

“Shh, Finny,” He breathed, pausing only to run his tongue along heated skin again. “Tonight, I will ravish you.”

The thought made a shiver run down Finny’s back. He could feel his excitement becoming prominent by now, and it embarrassed him slightly. Of course Bard had seen him… this way before, but Finny could never get used to it.

A strange heat spread throughout his body, the source of which was Bard’s tongue, running smoothly over his collarbone. He felt a small nibble against his skin and shivered, a shot of arousal shooting down his spine.

When Bard heard another small moan come from his boyfriend, his hands moved under Finny’s shirt, his palms ghosting over his nipples before pinching them lightly. It was then that Finny raised his hand to his mouth, biting into one of his fingers in an effort to quiet himself. A small tug on his shirt let Finny know that Bard wanted it off, and he was quick to comply, his hands ripping the fabric off his body almost instantly.

“Someone’s eager~” Bard teased, and Finny flushed, his gaze turning away. “B-Bard… don’t embarrass me!” He protested, but he was only met with a small smile and a low chuckle.

“I’m sorry,” Bard said sincerely, raising to look Finny in the eye. He took a small hand in his own larger one and kissed along each knuckle lightly. “I love you.” He whispered and Finny bit his lip, his heart swelling inside him, almost ready to burst with affection.

“I love you too.” He mumbled, leaning up to plant a small kiss at the corner of Bard’s mouth. He ran his hands down Bard’s sides, his fingertips eventually meeting the small plastic string set on his hips. That’s right… Bard was wearing a jockstrap. Remembering this made Finny come up with a plan to get revenge for Bard embarrassing him.

He pushed Bard back by his shoulders until he was sitting with his legs tucked under himself. Finny had to use all his self control not to laugh when he saw the confused look on his boyfriend’s face, but he said nothing, only raised a finger to his lips to silence the other.

Finny leaned over, running his hands along Bard’s thighs. Feeling the hairs tickle his palms made Finny smile, and as he leaned in, he felt the heat radiating from between Bard’s legs grow. He was nervous. Being sexy and enticing wasn’t something he was used to, but Finny couldn’t pass up this opportunity. He ran his tongue along the plastic of the jockstrap. Realising that Bard must have been a lot more stiff than he originally thought, Finny flattened his tongue against the hard plastic, relishing in the small grunt from his boyfriend.

“Finny…” Bard could feel it too. He could feel the wet organ running so close to him, only separated by the thin piece of plastic covering his quickly hardening arousal. It was constraining and beginning to hurt, but Bard stuck with it. The show was just too good.

Finny felt a hand run through his hair and he shut his eyes, immersing himself in Bard’s low grunts. Making sure to point his tongue, he ran it right from where he was sure the base was, to where the tip must be. He knew it was torturing Bard, being so close and yet not feeling a thing, but he wanted to play just a little while longer. When he noticed Bard’s hand moving towards the release of the jockstrap, Finny slapped it away with a small smile. “Not yet!”

“Finny, please…” Bard tried to beg, but Finny gave a small laugh. “It’s my birthday, and I say not yet.” He giggled, and Bard couldn’t protest. He gave a small huff, something Finny found particularly adorable, and sat back again. He moved in again, this time planting a small kiss on Bard’s naval, before running his tongue upwards, over his belly button, and up his chest. Moving his hands around Bard, Finny quickly undid the giant red bow that was in his way and planted his hands on Bard’s chest. He brushed his lips over Bard’s, relishing in rough feeling once again. Climbing onto his lap, Finny brushed his tongue along Bard’s lower lip, straddling him before rolling his hips lightly against Bard’s. They both gasped, lost completely in the feeling of one another.

Suddenly, Bard’s hands moved to Finny’s hips, pushing him back onto the mattress before he loomed over his boyfriend. His hands made quick work, moving to Finny’s belt and getting it off with ease.

“B-Bard! Sl-Slow down!” He protested, but Bard just grinned. “You torture me like that and then expect me to slow down?” He asked lowly, his voice laced with lust, his eyes boring into Finny’s. Finny gulped. What could he say? He was excited, that was for sure, but he was just taken aback was all. He gave a reassuring smile, mostly at the fact that Bard had admitted his arousal so clearly. It had boosted his confidence a bit~

“I-I’m sorry,” He mumbled, leaning up to close the small distance between them. It wasn’t long before their tongues were intertwined again, and Finny’s hands joined Bards, quickly discarding his belt and tossing it to one side. Shuffling his pants and underwear down, Finny gave a small gasp as one of Bard’s hands finally enclosed around him, rubbing him slowly.

“B-Bard!” He gasped, his moans swallowed up by hungry lips. The jerks became steady, the rough skin on Bard’s hands only adding to his mounting pleasure. It wasn’t long before he was a writhing mess, mewls and moans leaving him against his own free will.

Before long, Bard’s hand was gone, and the cold air hit Finny suddenly. He groaned in frustration, his eyes cracking open lightly to see Bard moving his hips closer, rubbing the plastic of the jockstrap against Finny’s arousal. It was a weird sensation, Finny thought, but he felt his hips jerk, reaching up into the friction. Bard only paused to tug the rest of Finny’s clothes off before spreading the younger’s legs, and again getting into position.

He swayed his hips. Feeling the precome against the plastic, Bard sped up slightly, Finny’s arousal moving more slickly now.

“Finny… Please?” He voiced after a moment, and Finny didn’t need to ask what he wanted. He simply gave a nod and watched as Bard undid the jockstrap from around his waist. Once he was free, he wasted to time, encasing his hand around both Finny’s and his own member at the same time. The feeling of being freed again only fuelled Bard’s arousal, and his hand ran smoothly over heated skin, making sure to give a squeeze every now and again.

“B-Bard!” Silken moans fell from the young blonde’s mouth and a feeling of embarrassment washed over him. He clasped a hand over his mouth. It was the only way he saw fit to quieten himself. The feeling of Bard’s arousal against his was just too good, and the fact that they were encased by Bard’s fingers only heightened his pleasure. However, seeing this only made Bard raise his free hand and stroke along his boyfriend’s face.

“Finny.” He called with a soft sense of authority. “I want to hear you.” A second flush of embarrassment washed over Finny as he lowered his hand. Almost immediately the slow pumps continued.

It wasn’t until Finny felt a hand snake around his backside was he pulled out of his wonton state. Bard’s fingers were suddenly running along his entrance, and he couldn’t help but push back into them, granting his boyfriend access.

“Turn around,” Bard muttered, and a confused Finny couldn’t help but comply. He knew that Bard would be easy with him, as he always was, but the feeling of his boyfriend’s fingers being there one minute and gone the next frustrated him. He quickly flipped over, now on his hands and knees. He rested his forehead on the soft blanket of the bed, his ears pricking when he heard Bard undo the cap of what he knew was lube.

It was only a couple of more seconds before he felt slick cold fingers at his entrance again, and he pushed back, biting into his lip when he heard Bard chuckle lowly behind him.

“Stick that ass out for me, Finny.” His boyfriend ordered, his hand running smoothly over Finny’s back, tracing over his spine. He pushed back further and felt two fingers enter him at once. The feeling of being filled was something that Finny loved, and as he slid back onto Bard’s fingers, he let out a breathy moan, biting into his lip lightly.

And then no movement came. Finny had expected Bard to begin prepping him, like he usually did, but his boyfriend remained still. When Finny looked over his shoulder, he was met with a grin.

“Go on,” Bard whispered softly to him. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, Finny~” Bard’s voice was lust-laced, and he watched Finny with the intensity of a hawk, waiting for the younger to react.

Finny swallowed heavily, his fingers tightening in the bed sheets before me moved forwards, leaning his chest into the bed before quickly sliding back again. It was only a few more sways before Bard saw Finny angle his hips, and he knew what the blonde was doing. He leaned over, planting a kiss on one of Finny’s cheeks, his tongue soon following to lap at his silky skin.

“Ah, ah…” Breath coming out broken and unsteady, Finny’s eyes were screwed shut. He could barely scrape against his pleasure spot and it was beginning to frustrate him. Bard always found it easily, so why couldn’t he? Sensing the annoyance, Bard gave another low laugh, his fingers beginning to move inside the tight entrance.

“Good boy, Finny. You tried your best~” He leaned in once again, licking along the pale skin of Finny’s back until he reached his neck, where he gave a small bite, making sure not to be too hard.

“Tell me what you want, Finn.” Bard’s low voice whispered, his lips next to Finny’s ear, breath hot as it brushed over flushed
skin. “Tell me, and I’ll do it.”

Finny bit his lip. Where did he begin? Raising a shaky hand, Finny reached behind himself, taking Bard’s fingers in his own and leading it towards his leaking knob.

“Touch me Bard. Please!” He was long gone past dignity at this stage and he gladly would have continued with what they were doing, but he was worried about how far he was coming along. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Not with Bard’s fingers pumping steadily in and out of his already well prepared entrance. “A-And then…” He continued, but the words stuck in his throat.

“And then…?” Bard asked, his fingers playing with the head of Finny’s arousal, smoothing the precome over the heated skin before running down his shaft in a slick pumps.

“A-And then…” He swallowed hard, his face beet red and his hands squeezed this duvet beneath him. “A-And then fu… fuck me Bard, please…”

Satisfied with his answer, Bard wouldn’t dare deny his boyfriend’s birthday wish. He removed both of his hands from Finny, leaving the boy in a heated mess on the bed. He poured a small amount of lube over his erection, his hand running along it before Finny turned to face him, his small fingers reaching out to help with the task.

Once Bard released himself, Finny took the shaft in his hand, marvelling at the heat the seemed to radiate off it. He lowered his head, his tongue flattening against the tip before he took it into his mouth. Bard hissed, his hand immediately intertwining itself in the blonde locks of his lover.

“Sh-Shit, Finny… If I had known you were gonna do that, I wouldn’t have bothered with the lube.” Bard grumbled, giving a breathy laugh as his head tilted back slightly.

Finny ran his tongue along the underside, his hand pumping his boyfriend with short quick jerks. He wanted to make sure Bard was fully hard, but he didn’t see the harm in playing with him either. He placed soft kisses along the sides, his tongue eventually slipping along the veins of Bard’s member, before he reached the tip and brought it back into his mouth, this time bobbing his head lightly. Making sure to suck every time he withdrew his head, Finny’s eyes fell shut as Bard began to sway
his hips.

Feeling his orgasm approach a lot more quickly, Bard suddenly withdrew and grabbed Finny by the arms, turning him over onto his front again with one quick motion. Finny gave a small yelp at his boyfriends sudden actions, but he didn’t protest. He knew what was coming next and he didn’t want to stop it. Bard lined himself up, rubbing the tip of his erection over the eager entrance in front of him.

“Are you ready?” He asked and Finny gave a quick nod, loving the way Bard’s heady voice almost melted his skin.

Pushing forward with one quick thrust was all it took, and Bard gave a grunt, his fingertips squeezing Finny’s hips tightly. He stalled his hips when he heard the younger gasp into the pillow, his entrance tightening around the dick that had suddenly filled him.

“B-Bard, move!” He begged when he realised that Bard was giving him time to adjust. “Please! Move!”

He didn’t need to asked twice, and suddenly Bard was thrusting, his hands using Finny’s small hips as leverage, his dick driving in and out of the deliciously tight heat before him.

“Aaah~ Just like that, Bard. Nn, harder!” He couldn’t help the words that fell from his mouth. He bit into the sheets in an effort to quieten himself, but when Bard suddenly began to pound him, Finny felt himself loose control. The constant thrusts against his prostate were beginning to make his toes curl, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

But Bard had more in store yet for his boyfriend.

In the midst of all the heightened pleasure, Finny never noticed Bard retrieving something from the side of the bed. It was only when he felt a click around his neck that he paused to open his eyes, a mix of confusion and arousal fuelling him. He reached up and felt a strap around his neck and it was only when he looked over his shoulder at Bard did he notice his boyfriend holding something. Was this…. A leash?

Losing some of the rhythm to their thrusts, Bard quickly picked up the pace again, his knob driving into his boyfriend again.

“B-Bard?” Finny half yelped, half moaned. It was at that moment that he felt a tug around his neck, forcing him up onto his knees. Bard’s hand snaked around his waist to support him, his thrusts now moving upwards into Finny’s ass, slamming perfectly against his pleasure spot.

“Good boy, Finny~ Good boy.” He whispered lightly against his boyfriends ear, his tongue running out along the shell. Finny gave a shudder, was he suppose to be a dog? Did Bard want him to act like one?

Taking unspoken instructions, Finny melted back into his boyfriend’s sturdy chest, his mouth beginning to hang open with short uneven breaths that were timed with Bard’s slams. It was almost like he was panting.

Bard raised a hand to Finny’s stomach, rubbing along the smooth skin lightly. “Moan for me, Finn~” He instructed, and Finny felt a shiver run down his spine.

“Aaaoow~” He moaned, his breath coming out like a howl. Please with his boyfriends efforts, his hand ran downwards, ghosting over the tip of Finny’s erection.

“If you want a reward, keep it up.” He breathed. Finny could tell that Bard was nearing his peak. He could hear it in his breathless voice, which was laced with the odd grunt or moan.

“Aoow~~” He continued, his mewls blending together in one continuous moaning pleasure. He could feel his legs beginning to shake, and it wasn’t until Bard took his dick into his hand that Finny broke ‘character’.

“B-Bard~! I c-can’t… for much longer,” He tried to warn his boyfriend, but his pleas only seemed to fuel Bard on. His pumps on Finny’s dick began faster, more sloppy, and his thrust from behind were more urgent. It wasn’t until Bard leaned over and whispered to Finny that the young boy lost all control.

“Come for me, Finny~ Come like a good doggy,”

Feeling the knot in his stomach finally break, Finny fell forwards onto the bed again, returning to his hands and knees as he erupted, jets of hot come tarnishing the pristine blankets below him. Bard didn’t take long after, a couple more thrusts into Finny’s tightening entrance was all it took before peaked, his come filling the inside of his boyfriend.

He collapsed forward, making sure to hold himself up so as not to fall onto his lover underneath him. They both fell to their side, Bard’s muscular arms wrapping around the smaller boy. He placed a kiss on the back of Finny’s head, nuzzling his hair with his nose for a moment as they caught their breath.

“Happy Birthday, Finn.” He mumbled after a moment, sleep already beginning to drag him down. “I love you.”

Finny couldn’t help but break into a smile, shifting slightly as he wrapped Bard’s strong arms around him tighter, a feeling of complete satisfaction over taking him. “I love you more.” He replied, taking one of Bard’s hands in his own and running his lips along the knuckles. It was only when he heard the heavy breathing behind him did he realised Bard had fallen asleep. Feeling the warmth against his neck, it wasn’t long before Finny followed.

Hello all! Hopefully you guys are reading this and I'm not talking to myself like an idiot ;3; lovemeplz

I just wanted to, firstly, apologise for the slowness of The Buddy System. I always get this way with new projects. I've reached a bit of a wall, to be honest. I have so many ideas for the story, but I've become a little self concious with my writing... I just don't know if it's good enough and because of that, I'm constantly going back and forth, checking and re-checking, to the point where I tire myself out. Of course, this results in my updates becoming super slow, because I'm just so overly critical with what I'm doing ;3; I'm sorry about that <3

Secondly, I'm probably being super childish, but something shook my confidence a little. Usually when I post an update on The Buddy System, I get four or five comments in the space of two days, and that always makes me super happy, but on the most recent one (chapter 5), I only got one comment, and I got really upset haha! I know the rest of you eventually commented, but I was just... I don't know... I'm very sensitive about my writing. Again, I'm so sorry! Please don't stop reviewing guys. It really inspires me to write more. I know it's selfish of me to say, and I hate it when people threaten 'no update' unless they get reviews, but it was kind've ugh... made me feel uneasy ;3;

And lastly, I just want to apologise again. Updates for The Buddy Systems are coming, it's just taking some time ^^"
Please forgive me, I just need a bit of time <3


17 August 2014 @ 07:24 pm
Title: The Buddy System
Author: xheretic
Chapters: 5 / ?
Bands: The GazettE, mentions of Alice Nine and SuG
Genre: High School AU, Romance, Angst, lotsa conflict
Warnings: OOC, use of real names, possibly a lot of spelling fuck ups, bad language, drug use, drunkenness… I could go on… :> Btw~ not too sure if this should be a warning or not, but some band members (including SuG and Alice Nine) are made out to be horrible people in this fic. Just wanted to say that they’re not. I’m sure they’re all lovely in real life.
Rating: NC-17, but I have censored it for people who don’t like smut.
Pairings/Characters: Mainly RukiXReita, mentions of Ruki X everyone at some stage, mentions of KaiXAoi, mentions of all pairings ever in the GazettE fandom. This fic might as well be one big orgy lol
Summary:  Matsumoto Takanori has been disowned by his parents and is now facing a new life where he must fend for himself. Starting a new school, he meets Suzuki Akira, a hot blooded rebellious teen with a heart of gold, and a whirlwind romance makes the two inseparable. However, people are watching them from a far, ready to sabotage. With ex-best friends, other love interests and the infamous ’Buddy System’, will these two ever find a way to be together?

( Cure was too violent for girls, right? )

The Rookie Cookies

On Wednesday, it was time for Akira to come back to school. As we rode in his jeep, I couldn’t help but notice how happy he was looking. He must have been excited that we were finally going to be able to spend more time than we already did together. Kouyou sat behind us in silence, as usual.

Whenever Kouyou and I were around each other, I couldn’t help but remember what we had talked about. I wondered if he had made any progress with Akira, and the thought made me feel weak. My only solace was that our conversation had only been two days ago, and I was sure that Kouyou was the type of person to plan carefully before executing a plan. He wouldn’t rush things.

Things had gotten a lot better at the apartment too. Kouyou and I were able to actually be in the same room now. Akira kept asking me what had happened between us, but I would only smile and tell him that it was ‘between us girls‘, and that we had sorter our differences out. I didn’t think it would be fair to spill the beans on Kouyou.

Akira had been making me breakfast every morning, and as I thought about the blueberry pancakes I had gotten today, I decided that it would be nice to return the favour. That’s it! Tomorrow I would wake up super early and prepare him something. I smiled away to myself at my plan when we pulled up, ready to begin another day of education and learning - or so the school advertised~

Takeru was already waiting outside the school and when he saw me, he raised his arm over his head, giving a big wave. I smiled before Akira kissed my cheek, taking my hand as we walked to the door. I did feel worried… Saga and Hiroto did go to this school, and it was Akira’s first day back. Sure, yesterday had gone by without incident, but today was different. Every day was different. I could feel it in my gut.

“Nori~ ready for school? You look super tired!” Takeru commented, and I couldn’t help but raise my hand to my cheek, trying to rub the sleepiness away. Takeru gave a short laugh before walking behind me and nudging me forward, careful not to upset my injured arm. “Time to go! Time to go! The bell’s about to ring!” He almost sang, and I looked back at Akira worriedly. Takeru sure was full of energy, even in the morning! Akira gave a laugh and left with Kouyou to go to their first class.

My first class was Home Economics. It was my first time attending and I had to say that I wasn’t too excited to go. Two hours of cooking and learning about foods… I hadn’t picked it for my timetable, but all the other classes at the same time were full. I knew Akira and Kouyou had Metalwork around this time, and I envied them. At least I’d get to see him at lunch, and maybe with some nice treats too, if my Home Economics went well!

Takeru and I entered the classroom and were met by an cheery looking elderly woman. She gave Takeru a bright smile as she approached us. She wore a flowery apron and her hair was tied up in a messy bun. She smelled of freshly baked treats and I felt myself immediately take a liking to her.

“And who is this you’ve brought me, Takeru?” She asked, he voice soft as she eyed me. “Matsumoto Takanori, Nori for short! He’s a new student,” Takeru quickly replied and my face flushed. He didn’t have to tell her his weird nickname for me! What if it stuck?! I’d be a laughing stock! I was about to protest when she turned to me again and laughed lightly. “Well it’s very nice to meet you, Takanori.”

I sighed a breath of relief. Crisis averted! I gave her a small smile and a quick bow. “It’s nice to meet you,”

I quickly mumbled and she gave a laugh again. “My, my! What manners! Let’s hope your cooking is as good  as your etiquette,”


She was about to be sorely disappointed.


An hour into the class, Takeru’s cookies were coming out a lot better than mine. He did look funny though, with flour smeared across his cheek and a look of deep concentration on his face, as if he was trying to disarm a bomb. I looked around at everyone else’s cookies and noticed some girls giggling between themselves as they frosted their creations.

I couldn’t help but feel lost. Mine looked… a little less desirable, but I hoped Akira would like them anyway! Thinking about Akira’s face when he saw my cookies made me realise something… I needed help. I knew it was a risk and all, but I decided to go talk to the girls that were giggling to themselves a few desks away.

I told Takeru I’d be back in a minute, but I don’t think he was listening. He was too busy making sure all his sprinkles were in the right place. Hesitantly, I left my desk and walked over to them. They looked normal enough. The girl frosting the cookies was the tallest, with brown hair tied back into a ponytail, and a full fringe and bangs framing her face. There was another blonde one to her side, giggling brightly with frosting on her cheek, and the girl next to her was the shortest, with jet black hair cut in a straight line at her shoulders. She seemed to be the more serious out of the three, refusing to mess around with them, but still sitting close enough to be part of their group. I paused for a moment, feeling a little intimidated. Could girls be in Cure?

I needed to stop worrying. Of course they weren’t. Cure was too violent for girls, right?

With that thought in mind, I approached them. “Um, excuse me?” I made an effort to make myself known and the blonde one looked up in question, closely followed by the brown haired one. “Can you help me?” I asked, a deep blush setting over my cheeks. They suddenly smiled and giggled to each other, and I started to get the feeling they were making fun of me.

“Wow, you’re cute!” The blonde one said, coming around her desk to stand in front of me. He eyes were the clearest blue, and she stared at me brightly. “What happened to your arm?” He suddenly asked, eyeing the sling with curiosity. I stuttered, trying to come up with a reply, when her friend spoke up. “Katherine, you’re scaring him!” She said in a juvenile voice, which was both stern and playful.

“Sorry, Linda!” She gave a short mock bow before returning to her friends side. I stared for a moment, thinking that this was a bad idea. “Don’t mind Katherine, she’s just overly curious about everything,” Linda apologised to me in the most sincere way her cheery voice could muster, and I smiled in return. “My name’s Linda, and this is Nancy.” She quickly gestured to the black haired one, who only glanced in my direction before getting back to the book she was reading. “How can we help you?”

I took a moment to note their names before I continued. “My cookies are no good… Do you think that you guys could help me make them at least a little better looking?”

Linda and Katherine glanced at each other before nodding. “Sure thing! Sounds like a job for us!” They quickly came out from behind their desks and followed me to my own, where my cookies had been left, half burnt on the outside, yet somehow still undercooked in the middle. Takeru seemed a bit surprised by the sudden ruckus, but quickly went back to his own work.  Katherine made a small sound of disgust, before commenting that they looked like something you’d fish out of a polluted river.

“Don’t be mean,” Linda scolded, and quickly turned to me with a smile. “A little frosting is all it needs, don’t worry!”

For the next half an hour I listened, trying to memorize the instructions that Linda gave me. She told me that the oven had been set too low, and then turned up to high. I needed to have it at a constant temperature, apparently. When we were done, Katherine dusted some sprinkles on it with a small ‘yay!’ to herself.

I couldn’t help but notice how much better they looked. Sure, they still looked horrific, but at least now they looked edible. By the end of the class, Linda was packing them into a small container for me, and she sighed, rubbing the back of her hand over her forehead.

“So have you thought about who to give them too?” She asked with a smile as she turned to me. So far, I had been sitting in my chair, twiddling my thumbs and trying to look interested. Sure, I know I should have been paying attention, but it’s not like I enjoyed cooking. But now Linda had grabbed my attention, and she was staring at me expectantly. What if I wanted to eat my own cookies?

Wait. That sounded weird.

When I didn’t give an answer, she gave a short girlish laugh. “All the Home Ec students do it! Nothing to be embarrassed about!” I raised my hand to my cheek and realised I was blushing. Stupid Akira… even when he wasn’t here he embarrassed me!

“Um… I’ll probably just share them with my friends.” I quickly said with a smile. She nodded and laid her hand on my uninjured shoulder. “Well, I hope they enjoy them, and if you ever need anymore help don’t be afraid to ask.” She said, poking my nose lightly. “Bye bye!” And with that she turned away, Katherine following behind her, until they reached their desk.


Once the bell rang, it was time for lunch. I slung my bag over my shoulder and retrieved my small container of cookies. They looked so rubbish, but I tried not to think about that. Hopefully Akira would at least pretend to like them.

Takeru and I joined the others at our usual table, and Akira and I sat together. The other’s - Uke, Yuu and Kouyou - seemed oddly excited to see us, and it was only when Yuu spoke up that I realised why.

“How was Home Ec?” He asked with a grin, and Takeru set down the small container on the table, smiling away to himself. “Help yourselves, animals!” He replied, sticking his tongue out. Almost immediately, everyone’s hands went for  the cookies, and I couldn’t help but feel confused.

“Takeru’s the best cook in the school.” Akira told me. “Whenever Home Ec bakes something, these guys get really excited.” I noticed the small smile at the edge of his lips, and couldn’t help but find this situation funny. The others really were, like Takeru said, a pack of animals.

Meanwhile, I sat with my own container on my lap, my hand draped over it in an effort to hide my ‘Frakensteins‘.  My efforts, however, would soon turn out to be in vain.

“Hey, don’t you do Home Ec as well?” Akira said, a sudden sparkle in his eye.

Well shit.

I set down my cookies on the table and slowly opened the lid. Akira’s lips pulled into a tight smile before he forced a smile and draped his arm around my shoulder. “Well, they look tasty…” His voice sounded less than enthusiastic. “Mind if I try one?” He asked, and I didn’t know what to say. I felt like I should have warned him that they tasted like crap, but I stayed silent. He reached in to get one, but a sudden shy voice spoke from behind us.

“E-Excuse me? Mister Suzuki?”

We all turned to see a small, blonde girl holding a tub with shaky hand, her eyes glued to the ground. Akira was the most curious out of all of us, as she had called his name, and suddenly he smiled with a small laugh. “What can I do for you, misses?” He asked, and the girl raised her head, her cheeks dusted a deep shade of red.

Holy shit. It was Katherine. One of the three girls that had helped me during Home Ec.

Her bubbly personality from earlier was completely gone. She was standing in front of us now, looking vulnerable and absolutely terrified. If I looked close enough, I could even see her hands shaking. I didn’t want to make her any more nervous than she already seemed to be, so I stayed quiet, only offering a small smile when her eyes glanced in my direction.

“I-I was wondering,” She began, raising the small container in her hands. “…if you wanted to try some of my cookies?”

Akira seemed surprised, and I glanced over at him nervously. Was she seriously crushing on Akira? One of the biggest gays in the school…? Or maybe she didn’t know…

I heard my boyfriend laugh next to me. Not a mocking laugh but more of an embarrassed one, as if he didn’t know what to say. When she realised that she had made him uncomfortable, she shoved the cookies into his hands and turned on her heel, rushing away without another word. Akira turned to me with a surprised look before bursting out with laughter.

“Still a hit with the ladies~~” He mumbled to himself, and I didn’t know whether to be jealous or amused. I guess I ended up feeling a bit of both, and Akira must have noticed too, because he leaned over and kissed my cheek lightly.

“I love that you’re jealous.” He whispered to me after everyone else had continued conversing amongst themselves. I felt my cheeks flare. “Don’t flatter yourself!” I quickly retaliated, sticking my nose up and away from him. I heard his laugh as he drew my face back to him, planting a soft but needing kiss on my lips. I wasn’t sure if it was me or not, but I felt something from Akira as we kissed. An emotion that I couldn’t identify but I know I had felt from him before.


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When we were done with lunch, and other things, the bell rang and it was time for class. Akira had ended up giving Katherine’s cookies to Uke and Yuu. I had watched him nervously as he ate mine, but he reassured me, telling me they were delicious. He had called my ‘rookie cookies’. I thought that was cute, until the rest of our small gang started calling me ‘rookie’. They said it fit, because I was the new kid, and when I tried to protest, they just laughed.


The next week rolled on without incident, thankfully, and me and Akira had decided that it was time for me to go back to my own apartment. I was scared, of course, but at the same time it would be good for Akira and myself to get some space from each other. I had learnt a lot about him in the past week and a half that we had been living together, like the fact that he always, without fault, left the toilet seat up. On top of that, he always left his dirty dishes in the sink rather than quickly washing them and putting them away. I didn’t know how Kouyou put up with him sometimes, because he was just so messy! But even with saying that, I still found it endearing. He really was like a kid.

Akira lugged my heavy bag of clothes to my apartment door, setting it down on the ground with a thud. “You sure about this?” He asked, trying to catch his breath. The elevator had been out of service, like it usually was, and I lived two floors below Akira. He was such a sweetheart for carrying  my bag, not that he had a choice, with my arm in the sling and all, but I was thankful nonetheless.

I nodded my head, determined. It was time for me to stop mooching off of him. I had promised myself when I got disowned that I would make a new life for myself and that would never happen as long as I was tucked neatly under Akira’s wing.

“Alright then, Princess.” He said, picking up the bag again once I had unlocked the door. When I saw the inside of my apartment, I nearly died. Dust! Dust everywhere! Akira must have noticed my expression because he gave a hefty laugh from behind me before walking past where I stood and setting my bag down on the couch.

I ran in, first towards the sink and then towards the shitty little TV I had. “Akira!” I called out in my childish distress. He had to sit down because we was laughing at me so much. “It’s just a little dust, rookie, calm down.”

I suddenly felt annoyed, and I whirled around to him, angry now. “It’s filthy in here! And stop calling me that!” I yelled, and almost immediately I felt apologetic, because his laughing ceased and he looked at me angrily.

“What’s your problem?” He asked as he got up, and I stuttered, not sure of what to say. I think I just needed space, and Akira wasn’t giving me that. I jabbed my finger at the door and stood my ground, unsure of why I was even getting so worked up.

“Get out!”

He looked at me with surprise, but I just froze. “Seriously?” He asked me, his voice low. I said nothing, my finger shaking as I kept it firmly in the direction of the door.

After he stormed out, I slumped into the couch, my good hand on my face. What was wrong with me? I had been so worked up these past couple of days and I knew it was wrong to take it out on him, but everywhere I went, he was just there! I needed space too, y’know. No matter how attached and in love we were, I needed me time, and I wasn’t too sure Akira understood that.


I had decided to clean my worries away, and by the time I was finished the place was sparkling. Well, sparkling as much as it could be with the peeling wallpaper and shabby carpets. I slumped into the couch again and checked my phone. Nothing. No messages or missed calls.

Maybe I should call him and apologise? No. I was much too stubborn for that. But I knew he must be up in his apartment now, angry or upset. Probably both.

Well it served him right! He knew I hated that stupid nickname, and yet he kept calling me by it. It’s almost like he was trying to annoy me! Even so, I chewed my lip in worry. What if Kouyou made his move today? What if Akira was so angry with me that he would go off with Kouyou? The thought made me feel sick and I suddenly realised something. I would much rather have him annoy me than not have him at all.

With that thought, I grabbed my phone with the intention of calling him. But something strange happened; The minute I picked it up, it rang. I jumped in surprise and dropped it. Landing with a thud on the ground, the vibrating phone slid under the couch before I even had to time to check who it was. I quickly got on my knees, careful of my injured arm, and dug my free hand under the couch.

By the time I retrieved it, the ringing had stopped and my screen flashed with a large ‘missed call’ notice across the top. When I went to check who it was, I choked.

My parents. Or to be more precise, my mother. Why was she calling me? Why now? I hadn’t talked to her since I had been disowned; since she had so politely thrown my bags of clothes at me and slammed the door in my face. Why?

My hand was shaking, and before I had time to register what was happening, my phone began to vibrate violently in my hand again. I didn’t know what to do. Should I answer it? Should I hang up? Should I just ignore it?

My hand suddenly of it’s own, and I answered it.


The voice drifted in but I said nothing. I kept the phone away from my ear, just staring at it.

Takanori? Answer me. It’s rude to answer the phone and then say nothing, I’ll have you know.”

“What do you want?” I quickly replied, squeezing the phone by my ear, so hard that I was half worried of whether I might break it or not. She laughed, that stupid venomous laughter she did whenever I was being ‘rude and insufferable’, as she put it.

My, my. I’m sure I didn’t raise you to be so intolerable.”

I couldn’t believe this. I had actually fooled myself into answering the phone because I thought that maybe, maybe, she might have been calling to apologise. I felt like an idiot.

Anyway, your father and I feel that it’s time for you to knock this off and come home.”

I froze. She couldn’t possible be this stupid, could she? It was my turn to laugh at her, and I suddenly leaned back into my couch, amused. “No thanks.” Was my simple reply, and she scoffed.

I’m afraid it’s not really a question, young man. You’re coming home whether you like it or not.”

My reply was a half laugh, half growl. If she thought that I was coming home, then she must have been delusional. On drugs, even.

“After the way you treated me? It’s not happening.” I couldn’t keep the snarl out of my voice, and I was beginning to scare myself. I had had such a bad day. This was the last thing I needed.

She was suddenly angry. I could hear her grunt in irritation before she replied. “You listen here, you little-

I hung up and shut off my phone, throwing it onto the small coffee table before curling up into a ball on the couch. I knew they would come for me, eventually. I suddenly wished Akira was here, so that maybe he could wrap his arms around me in the comforting way he always did. So that he could say something that would make me feel better. He always knew what to do… I missed him.


Later that day, I had to go to an appointment at the hospital. My arm needed a check up to determine whether I could ditch the sling or not. When Akira never showed up, I decided to get the bus. I sat on my own, watching as the buildings whirled by. It was beginning to get dark and I was worried about whether or not I was going to be late for the appointment.

The bus dropped me off a couple of blocks away from the hospital, and by the time I began walking, the streetlights had come on. I felt a flash of fear for a moment. This wasn’t exactly ideal. If I was attacked now, I would definitely die. I could hardly defend myself before, never mind now, with one of my arms in a sling.

With that thought in mind, I quickened my pace, almost running when I saw the hospital lights come into view.


I heard a voice behind me and broke into a sprint, cutting down a small alleyway. I paused for a moment when I felt my breath run short. I was so close to the hospital, yet it felt so far away at the same time. My hands were shaking, but I suddenly felt myself laugh. I felt like an idiot. Someone had shouted and I had run. What if I wasn’t in any real danger at all?

“Oh my, it’s my lucky day!”

I heard someone say behind me, and I felt the blood that had been pumping swiftly through my veins only moments ago freeze. I knew this voice because it haunted me. Every night.

“We haven’t been properly acquainted,” He began, in a deep bow when I turned to look at him. I couldn’t stop myself from shaking. I couldn’t help but go wide eyed. I couldn’t help but curse myself for getting into this situation again.

“I’m Tora~ And what’s your name?”

A/N; OOOOH CLIFFHANGER. I never do cliffhangers lol I always wrap things up at the end of a chapter so I decided to do things a bit different this time ^-^

Please let me know what you think, I will love you if you do! Who am I kidding, I already love you ;3

Ta-ta for now~


12 August 2014 @ 02:20 am
Title: The Buddy System
Author: xheretic
Chapters: 4 / ?
Bands: The GazettE, mentions of Alice Nine and SuG
Genre: High School AU, Romance, Angst, lotsa conflict
Warnings: OOC, use of real names, possibly a lot of spelling fuck ups, bad language, drug use, drunkenness… I could go on… :> Btw~ not too sure if this should be a warning or not, but some band members (including SuG and Alice Nine) are made out to be horrible people in this fic. Just wanted to say that they’re not. I’m sure they’re all lovely in real life.
Rating: NC-17, but I have censored it for people who don’t like smut.
Pairings/Characters: Mainly RukiXReita, mentions of Ruki X everyone at some stage, mentions of KaiXAoi, mentions of all pairings ever in the GazettE fandom. This fic might as well be one big orgy lol
Summary:  Matsumoto Takanori has been disowned by his parents and is now facing a new life where he must fend for himself. Starting a new school, he meets Suzuki Akira, a hot blooded rebellious teen with a heart of gold, and a whirlwind romance makes the two inseparable. However, people are watching them from a far, ready to sabotage. With ex-best friends, other love interests and the infamous ’Buddy System’, will these two ever find a way to be together?  

( “Please step into my office for a moment. Your new buddy is already here.” )

CHAPTER 4 - The Deal

The next morning I woke up again, in Akira’s bed. We had decided that it would be better for me to stay with him for a couple of days so that if anything did happen, at least I’d be with him. Today was Monday, and unfortunately the worst news that I had received from the doctor yesterday was that I was still able for school. Akira was still suspended, he wouldn’t be back until Wednesday, but even so he woke up early with me so that I had a lift into the school.

Once we were dressed, Akira made me and Kouyou his blueberry pancakes, and we all munched in comfortable silence. That was until Kouyou spoke up, his voice almost angry.

“So how long will you be staying?” He asked me, and I glanced at Akira, unsure of what to say. Honestly, if it were up to me, I would have returned to my own apartment right away, but Akira had insisted that I stay with him.

“As long as he needs.” Akira replied for me, and I was grateful that I could stay silent in what seemed to be Kouyou’s protests. I didn’t understand why he was suddenly so cold towards me again, but since we had told him that I would be staying for awhile, he had spent most of his time in his room, not bothering to come out unless he was hungry or needed the bathroom. Akira tried to tell me Kouyou was studying, but I knew he was lying.

Kouyou suddenly rose from his chair and retreated to his room, slamming the door behind him. I glanced at Akira, worried that my presence made him too uncomfortable, but he gave me a smile and leaned over to kiss my nose. “Don’t worry about him. He’ll lighten up after a couple of days.”

When it was time for us to leave for school, I sat in the front of Akira’s jeep with him, and Kouyou got the backseat, something I’m not quite sure he liked. As we drove, the only sound that filled the car was Akira’s god awful singing. He tried his best to sing along with the radio, but I felt myself laugh nonetheless.

And then another thought entered my head. I had completely forgotten about the buddy system. I was going to be assigned a new partner today. Something akin to a mixture of excitement and nervousness built up inside me, but ultimately, I was worried. What if this new person was a member of Cure?

When we reached the school, Akira gave me a kiss and told me and Kouyou that he would be back at the end of the day to pick us up. He drove away again and Kouyou wasted no time, walking off to get to his first class.

I waited outside Mr Duke’s office instead of going to my first class. If I was to be assigned a new buddy, there was no point walking all the way across the whole school only to have to come back five minutes later. When the door for his office opened, he seemed surprised to see me, until he broke into a wide smile and took my hand in his, shaking it roughly. His meaty palms were sweaty, and it took all of my strength not to gag.

“Takanori! Good to see you. I was just about to get them to call you from the intercom.” He said, pausing to wipe a handkerchief over his brow. “Please step into my office for a moment. Your new buddy is already here.”

I was a bit taken aback. It was early enough, and I’d expected to be waiting for at least another ten minutes before this other person showed up. We were just about to step into his office when Mr Duke finally noticed my arm in the sling. He gave a deep frown and examined me for a moment, looking me up and down.

“Bit of trouble over the weekend?” He asked, and I froze, surprised that he even cared. He had seemed like such an old sour man the last time that I had spoken to him that it shocked me to see even the slightest bit of concern on his face. Even so, it was none of his business what happened to me outside of school hours, so I quickly told him that I had fallen down the staircase in my apartment building and dislocated my shoulder. I wasn’t sure if he bought it or not, because the only reply I got from him was a “Hmm.” as he scanned the cut on my forehead. After a moment, we continued into his office.

When I entered, the smell of polished wood and coffee hit me lick a brick wall. There was another male slumped into one of the chairs and all I could make out from the back of his head was that he had hair down passed his shoulders and it was bleached blonde with pink ends.

Hold on…

“Takanori, this is your new buddy, Takeru!” Takeru turned to look at me before smiling widely and raising to his feet. I felt a huge sense of relief overwhelm me and suddenly tears sprang to my eyes. I had to use all my self control not to cry with joy. Joy because I knew I’d be safe with him.

“Nori!” He ran over and gave me a light hug, careful not to upset my arm. Mr Duke looked surprised from where he stood next to us. “I take it you too have met?” He asked, again wiping the handkerchief over his forehead. Takeru gave an energetic nod. “Don’t worry! I’ll make sure to show him just how great the school is, boss!”

Mr Duke nodded his approval and we both left again. Once outside the office, Takeru laid his hand on my shoulder, his eyes big and bright. “How’re you feeling?” He asked me as we walked. Mr Duke had explained that Takeru had been picked as my buddy because our timetables were the same. I later found out that Takeru had been placed on the buddy list because of what had happened to him last year, almost like they were apologising to him, he had told me.

“I’m feeling better.” I moved my arm a little but a sharp pain made me whimper. Takeru laughed and told me not to strain myself. “My dad told me about yesterday,” He began after a moment of silence. I looked up at him again and he was smiling fondly down at the ground. “Something like this happened to me not that long ago. Cure… they’re monsters.”

It took me a moment to identify the emotion in his voice. It wasn’t quite anger, or sadness. It was loathing. The happy energetic Takeru that I had encountered was, for that moment, gone.

“Y’know, I used to play tennis.” He began after a moment and our steps stalled. I could already tell where this was going. “I was really good too. Told I had a lot of merit. I would have gotten a sports scholarship and everything… Enter Cure. Now I can’t play anymore.”

I laid my hand on his shoulder and he was brought out of his angry thoughts. “We’re going to take them down, Takeru.” I began, not exactly sure how I was going to actually do that. “People like us don’t deserve this.”

He seemed to marvel at my words, so I continued. “When you think about it, they’re the ones we need to feel sorry for… I wonder what must have happened to them to turn out the way they are.” By now we were walking again, strolling casually towards our class, and Takeru seemed lost in thought. “I’ve never looked at it that way. I’ve always hated them for what they did, but you… pity them?” I gave a short nod in reply to his question, and he mirrored me.

We had reached our destination. I sat in silence once the teacher had taken my name for register and watched as Takeru scribble notes down for class. During the next forty minutes, the only thing running through my head was thoughts on how this would all get resolved. I had promised  Takeru that Cure would be taken down, but I wasn’t sure if I would be able to keep that promise.


The bell rang after my second class, and me and Takeru made our way to the cafeteria for lunch. Uke and Yuu were sitting at the usual table when me and Takeru joined them, but Kouyou was nowhere to be found. When I asked where he was the others shrugged amongst themselves.

“Went home sick. Akira came to pick him up. Told us to tell you he misses you~~” Yuu cooed, and my face flushed deeply. That idiot! Why was he always embarrassing me? Takeru giggled next to me. “Y’know, I was there the first day you arrived,” He began, adjusting the black beanie that sat on his head. “When you thought he was the teacher, that was funny!”

I couldn’t believe I had to relive this story again, and just as I was about to defend myself, Uke spoke up. “Y’know, you two have gotten very close in such a short amount of time. A bit too close.” His tone was teasing and he winked at me as the others laughed. I didn’t know what to say. It was true that me and Akira had become very close very fast, and if I was being honest with myself, it kind of scared me. In a wonderfully unexplainable way, of course. I had never met someone like him before, and I didn’t want to meet anyone else after him either. I wanted it to be just him, forever.

“So, when’s the wedding?” Takeru asked, and the other’s burst out laughing at the incredulous look on my face.

“C’mon guys! Don’t say stuff like that,” a voice suddenly said from behind us and we all turned to see a tall, brown haired male standing over us with another much smaller guy standing next to him, his face in bandages as if his nose had been broken. They looked familiar to me, but I couldn’t quite place them.

“Especially since we don’t know if little Taka here will even make it to his wedding.” The smaller of the two said with what looked like a sneer, and I felt my blood go cold.

Takeru suddenly stood from his position, but the others laughed at him. He was at least a head shorter than the rest of them and I knew he wouldn’t be able to take them by himself. I didn’t know if me standing up would be enough to make them go away, but I did it anyway. I wasn’t about to let my friend face them on his own.

“Wow, standing up to us already? That’s bold, seeing as you’re one arm short,” The taller one said as he glanced down at my arm in the sling, and his companion laughed. I heard two chairs screech behind me and suddenly Yuu and Uke were standing in front of Takeru and myself, protecting us. With Yuu’s height now towering over them, they backed away. I think they were beginning to realise that they were out numbered.

“This isn’t over,” The brown haired one mumbled, his sneer turning to disgust. “Eventually we will get you when you’re alone. Eventually.” He jabbed his finger in my direction before spinning around and walking off. Just before he was out of sight, I decided that I needed to say something, to show them that I wasn’t scared.

“Enjoy Cure while you can.” I shouted after them, and his steps stalled before continuing, a lot faster than before.

Yuu looked at me, impressed before shaking his head in dismay. “Comments like that will only make them more angry. They’ll come after you faster now.” He told me, and I just glanced up at him with a nod.

“Let them come.”


When school was done, I rushed outside to see Akira pulling up in his jeep. I quickly climbed into the front after bidding farewell to Uke, Yuu and Takeru, and we set off. I told Akira what had happened at lunch, and how proud I was for standing up for myself, but no matter how enthusiastic I was, Akira just frowned deeply, his eyes glued to the road.

“Akira?” I asked after a couple of moments of silence, and he cleared his throat. “What did they look like?” He asked me, and I described them as best I could. I told him how the one who had threatened me was a bit shorter than Yuu, and that he had short brown hair. He was pale with an angular jaw, while his nose was a little larger compared to his smaller friend, who had bleached blonde hair running just passed his ears, and he was a lot more baby-faced than the other one. I made sure to tell him that his nose was broken too.

“Saga and Hiroto.” Akira confirmed and I hummed as a reply. “Saga is Tora’s right hand man. If Tora ever gets put away for assault, or if anything happens to him, Saga takes over Cure.” I noticed that Akira was gripping the steering wheel tightly, his bruised knuckles jutting out with the force. “I’ve heard he doesn’t like to get his hands dirty though. Never does any of the beatings himself.”

“Were they with Tora? Yesterday, I mean.” I asked, remembering how familiar they had looked to me. Akira nodded, his lips in a tight line. So it was them who had accompanied Tora yesterday. That explained Hiroto’s broken nose. I could still hear their laughs in my head, suddenly remembering the pain I had felt when the bat had been brought down against my arm. A shiver ran up my spine at the memory and Akira looked over to me.

“You okay?” He asked and I gave a nod, not too sure how to reply. “Can we go somewhere?” I asked him. “Just us.” I didn’t want to go back and be stuck in Akira’s apartment all day. Especially not with Kouyou sulking about the place.

That seemed to please him, because he nodded with a small smile tugging at his lips. He took my hand in his as he turned off the main road, following a much smaller dirt track that led down into a forest. I was about to ask him were we were going, but I thought better of it. I knew he liked to surprise me, and by the way he was grinning, I must have been in for a real treat.

We drove for another couple of minutes before Akira pulled up near a lake. It was gorgeous, with the bright blue sky reflected on the still waters so perfectly that it looked like there were two. A small dock reached out into the water, and the only sound I could hear was the lapping of the waves against the dirt shore.

Akira shut off the engine and sat for a moment, looking out over the water. He looked like he was in deep thought, and I just watched him for a moment, with a small warmth glowing inside me. I knew what this feeling was.

“Is the peer safe?” I asked, and when he nodded, I turned to get out of the car. Upon hearing my door open, he quickly followed me, looking confused. I made my way down the peer until I reached the end. Taking off my shoes and rolling up the ends of my pants - as best I could with one hand - I brought myself down to sit on the edge of the wood, letting my feet sink into the water. Akira copied me, and we sat in silence for a moment, his arm around my waist and my head resting against his shoulder, our feet lightly swaying in the water.

“They’re not going to stop.” Akira mumbled after a while, and I looked up at him, worried. “They’re never going to stop.” He let his head fall back and gazed into the sky, as if searching for something. I thought for a moment before giving my reply.

“We just have to be strong, Aki. We can make it through this, I know we can.” My voice didn’t match my words, because if I was being honest, I didn’t know if we would. I had tried to sound as convincing as I could, but I had just ended up sounding timid, frail. Afraid.

“What makes you so sure?” He asked, and I thought that maybe I had sounded a lot more confident than I had thought. Akira seemed to think so anyway. I only had one answer in my head, but I didn’t know if I could say it. It scared me half to death, but something inside me, my gut, I guess, told me to go for it. Just say it. Reassure him.

“Because I love you.”

Akira looked down at me, a mix of disbelief and happiness etching his features. He quirked an eyebrow, as if to say ‘Really?’, and I gave a determined nod.

“I love you too.” Was his only reply, before he cupped my face, bringing me close to him and placing a soft, chaste kiss on my lips. I ran my hand along his hand as our kiss deepened, and for a moment, a euphoric feeling filled my head, making my heart soar.

When we pulled away from each other, Akira gave a wide smile and sighed a exultant breathe. I watched as he grinned shyly to himself. “What is it?” I asked him eventually and he shook his head almost dismissively. “Nothings it’s just…”

I waited for a moment, before I noticed the blush dusting his cheeks. I poked at his side and he gave a short laugh, swatting me away before he surrendered. “You’re the first person that has ever said that to me.”

I couldn’t believe the way my heart twisted with happiness. It was almost painful. I looked down at the water and thought to myself for a moment. So what if Akira and I had only known each other for a weekend? So what if I was already, sort of, living with him? When love happened, it happened. I couldn’t help the way I felt, and right now, all I felt was love. Love for him, and only him. It was the only thing I had ever been sure of in my life. It felt like I suddenly knew what all those cheesy love songs were about, and, oddly enough, I now appreciated them better. Everything anyone had said about love being the most wonderful thing in the world, I was only now realising, was true.

My mother had always said that the greatest lesson in life you learn, is how to love and be loved in return. I was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, she actually had a brain inside her head.


It was almost dark when we decided to leave. Akira started up the jeep and by the time we got back to the apartment complex, the streetlights were starting to flicker on. We were in the elevator when he turned to me, taking my uninjured hand in his and kissing each knuckle lightly.

“You’re so beautiful,” He suddenly mumbled, and my efforts did nothing to keep my blushing at bay. I think he noticed, because he let out a low chuckle before bringing me closer to him. “I promise, that I will always protect you.” He mumbled against my ear, and I think a little part of me died. How Akira knew what to say at that precise moment to make me feel better, I’ll never know. It was like he could read my mind. Like he could feel my heart beat in fear whenever I thought of Cure, and whenever he got the feeling I was uneasy, I knew he’d reassure me. I knew I’d be safe as long as I was with him.

I glanced up at him before getting on my tippy-toes, placing a soft kiss on his lips, before pulling away again. I didn’t know what to say to him, so I decided to lighten the mood.

“And I promise to always tell you if something you wear looks bad on you.” I mumbled in an attempt of a joke. Akira burst out laughing, a lot louder than I had expected, before kissing my cheek lightly.

“God, I love you,” He sighed once the laughter died down, and I felt myself smile with joy. If this wasn’t heaven, I don’t know what was.

When we got into the apartment safely, Kouyou was sitting in the front room, eating what looked like lasagne, but could have just been random scraps, and watching something boring about the planet on TV. Akira went to the kitchen and after looking through the cupboards to find something to eat, he huffed and told me he needed to go to the store.

“You can stay here,” He told me, and just as I was about to protest, he took my hand. “I don’t want you getting hurt. I’m sure they know where I shop.”

I knew what he meant by ’they’, and I quickly nodded, agreeing with his logic. And then he continued in a hushed voice, barely audible over the TV. “Try to talk to Kouyou a bit, yeah? He might like you better once he gets to know you~”

He gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and grabbed his keys, heading out again. After the door had shut, I glanced over at Kouyou who was munching away on his dinner, his eyes glued to the screen. I decided to take Akira’s advice, and slumped down into the couch next to him.

A lengthily silence weighed down on us before I finally decided that I was sick of his cold shoulder. I grabbed the remote and shut the TV off, suddenly regretting that decision when I was met with his angry glare. “And what is it you think you’re doing?!” He suddenly asked me in a raised voice, and even though I was scared half to death, I decided to stand up for myself.

“I’m sick of you ignoring me! Now tell me what your problem is so that we can get past it, because whether you like it or not, I’m with Akira now, so you’ll be seeing a lot of me!” I was surprised at my own words, taking a moment to marvel at how strong I sounded. If I had ever spoken to my parents like this, I would have been locked in my room for days. Kouyou didn’t seem to find it cool though, because he suddenly gave a venomous laugh.

“And you think that if I just tell you my problem, we’ll talk it out and it’ll be all flowers and rainbows?!” I wasn’t sure if he was expecting an answer, but I decided it would best to not say anything else.

I looked away from him and after a long pause, I felt his hand on mine. I quickly glanced back at him in surprise before he spoke up again. “Y’know, there are other ways we can release this tension,”

His eyes had suddenly gone hooded and all I could do was blink at him in disbelief. Was he serious? I suddenly remembered how I had originally gone for Kouyou when I had first been introduced to this small circle of friends, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted, but I loved Akira, and that thought alone was enough to make me pull my hand away from his. “Let go of me!” I huffed, before I felt his strong hand grab my chin and pull me into a heated kiss. I could already feel him climbing on top of me, and I was so surprised that I couldn’t move.

“What are you doing?” I tried to yell, but he was already shushing me, his lips on my neck as he forced me back against the couch. When he was straddling my hips, he removed his shirt. A cold shock of dread suddenly filled me. What if Akira came home right now? I desperately tried to push Kouyou off with my good hand, but I think this only angered him.

“Why can’t you just accept that this is going to happen?! I saw the way you looked at me when we first met! I‘m not stupid, y’know!” He yelled, and I felt myself beginning to shake. I had to get away from this situation right now, but Kouyou was so much stronger than me, even if my arm hadn’t been in the sling. I tried to beg him to stop, and when he realised I wasn’t going to be quiet, he looked me straight in the eye, his brows dipped in anger. It was only then that I realised there were tears threatening to spill.

“Why? Why should I stop?! You seemed to be okay with jumping into bed with Akira only hours after you met him, so why not me?!” By now the tears were spilling, and I couldn’t help the way my heart stung with pity. Why was he doing this?

“Stupid Akira… This is all his fault. Akira…” He continued, bringing his head down to rest against my chest. For some reason, my hand reached out and stroked the back of his hair. Maybe it was because I had suddenly realised what was going on.

“You love him, don’t you?” I asked after a moment. The only reply I got were Kouyou’s shaking sobs and a very slight nod of his head. So Kouyou loved Akira. The thought somehow clicked with me. No wonder he was treating me the way he was; It must been hard now that I was staying with them as well.

“Kouyou I’m sorry… If only I had known,” I tried to comfort him, but he quickly cut me off.

“You would have what? Broken it off with him?” He was trying desperately to control his sobs, but I could tell it was in vain. “I see the way he looks at you, Taka. Ever since the first moment he laid eyes on you he’s loved you.”

I was a little guilty when a small bubble of happiness raised up inside me. Of course I would be happy hearing something like that, but that bubble quickly burst when I felt Kouyou sniffle in an attempt to control himself. What was I going to do?

With Kouyou suffering in silence, and Cure at our door, I was starting to wonder if Akira and I were ever going to have a happy day together.


When I had calmed Kouyou down a little, we decided to sit down and do exactly what I had suggested in the beginning; talk this whole problem out. I quickly learned that Kouyou and Akira had been friends since they were kids, and that they had slept together once, years ago. Kouyou told me about how Akira was the only person he has ever trusted, because Akira had once talked Tora and the rest of Cure out of attacking Kouyou when he first came out.

I was surprised, of course, and a little intimidated when I listened to how much history Akira and Kouyou had. He explained to me that when they had slept together, it was because Akira was depressed and had been drinking heavily about being gay and having to hide it. He said it was more of a friendly thing than anything else; a favour. But Kouyou had loved him ever since.

When he finished bringing me up to date, we sat in silence for a while. He looked like he was tired. Tired from hiding his true feelings for his best friend, and also a little relieved. I guess it must have been nice to get all this off his chest.

“What should we do?” I asked after a moment. If I was being honest, leaving Akira wasn’t an option for me, but seeing Kouyou like this couldn’t happen again. He had suffered so long by himself, watching Akira fall in and out of relationships. Watching and waiting hopefully for his turn. But now he wasn’t sure if he was ever going to get it.

“Continue,” He mumbled to me, and I was about to protest. How could I possible continue with Akira now that I knew? I think Kouyou read my mind, because he raised a hand to silence me. “I’ll give you a month,” He continued, and I was confused. “If I get him to love me by the end of the month, you must walk away. If not, I’ll walk away.”

I thought for a moment about his offer. It seemed fair, but it also made me feel nauseous. Given how long Akira and Kouyou had known each other, the odds didn’t seem to be in my favour. Nevertheless, I couldn’t exactly deny Kouyou his one request. I gave a short nod, and a feeling of friendly camaraderie suddenly filled the room. I knew that me and Kouyou had found a compromise (no matter how weird the conditions were) and it wouldn’t be hard to be around each other anymore. The thought made me happy.

“You’re on.” I said with a small smile as we bumped fists.


A/N; Hello all! It's been a while, and to be honest I have no excuse D:
I've just been super lazy about writing and updating this! Please forgive me :(

As always (and forever ;3) thank you for reading! Keep those reviews coming and tell me where I went wrong! Lots more conflict to come blah blah

I already have the next two chapters written, so as an apology for being so late with this one, I will be updating again very soon, probably within the next two days.

Take care, dolls!
Current Location: Home. (woo days off)
Current Mood: Apologetic :(
Current Music: the GazettE yet again
04 August 2014 @ 12:15 am
Title: The Buddy System
Author: xheretic
Chapters: 3 / ?
Bands: The GazettE, mentions of Alice Nine and SuG
Genre: High School AU, Romance, Angst, lotsa conflict
Warnings: OOC, use of real names, possibly a lot of spelling fuck ups, bad language, drug use, drunkenness… I could go on… :> Btw~ not too sure if this should be a warning or not, but some band members (including SuG and Alice Nine) are made out to be horrible people in this fic. Just wanted to say that they’re not. I’m sure they’re all lovely in real life.
Rating: NC-17, but I have censored it for people who don’t like smut.
Pairings/Characters: Mainly RukiXReita, mentions of Ruki X everyone at some stage, mentions of KaiXAoi, mentions of all pairings ever in the GazettE fandom. This fic might as well be one big orgy lol
Summary:  Matsumoto Takanori has been disowned by his parents and is now facing a new life where he must fend for himself. Starting a new school, he meets Suzuki Akira, a hot blooded rebellious teen with a heart of gold, and a whirlwind romance makes the two inseparable. However, people are watching them from a far, ready to sabotage. With ex-best friends, other love interests and the infamous ’Buddy System’, will these two ever find a way to be together?

( “We told you we were coming for you.” )


I woke the next morning in Akira’s bed on my own. I felt groggy, like I had just woken up from a coma or something. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I sat up. The sudden pain I felt was a sharp reminder of what exactly had happened last night.
I tried to calm myself down the minute I felt the panic coming. I had done drugs. I had drank. I had had sex with someone I had known for less than fifty hours. I was also now in a relationship.


It had been one hell of a night. I had done the whole rebellious thing, that some kids take their whole teens to do, in one night. Sex, drugs and alcohol. The trifecta.

My parents would be proud.

Just as I was laughing to myself at the thought of my parents faces in total disappointment, Akira barged into the room with a tray of what I could only assume was breakfast for me. I couldn’t help the way my eyes travelled. He was wearing loose pyjama bottoms and no top, his hair dishevelled  and a smudge of flour across his cheek. It was like he was almost asking to be stared at.

“Morning Sleeping Beauty~” He said with a smile, moving to the side of the bed to sit next to me. I rushed to gather the blankets around me, suddenly realising that I was still naked. “I made you blueberry pancakes, the Akira Special, as they’re known in this apartment.”

“True dat.” I heard Kouyou second from the sitting room, and I giggled to myself. I had never woken up to this kind of atmosphere before. The smell of coffee hung in the air, and I could hear the mixed sounds of music and birds whistling in the background. The sun was streaming in the open window, along with a nice light breeze, and everyone seemed to be in a good mood. I felt a strange warmth in my chest, realising that this feeling was happiness.

I reached my hand out and took Akira’s in mine, smiling gently towards him. “Thank you.” I said, as sincerely as I could muster. He had been so kind to take me into this happy little bubble; this light-hearted life that they all led. I couldn’t believe I was actually part of it.

He gave a short  nod and then examined me, as if checking if I’d been damaged since he’d left me. “How’re you feeling?” He tucked a bit of hair behind my ear as I munched on the pancakes. Akira really did have a talent, because the pancakes were delicious.

“I’m fine, why?” I inquired, and he broke into a smile. “Oh, y’know, no reason.” He said, his voice hinting otherwise. I could see that look in his eyes, as if he had accomplished a great feat. I playfully slapped his side, from which he shied away, at an attempt to silence his thoughts on the night before, but it was no use. He was laughing like a kid who had gotten into a bowl of sugar.

“I’m fine.”  I insisted and he nodded again. A couple more bites and I was done with breakfast. I put the plates to one side and leaned over to kiss his nose lightly. “Where are my clothes?” I asked, wanting to stretch my legs, but not wanting to walk around naked either.

“I dunno, you were the one throwing them everywhere last night.” He retorted quickly with a laugh. I couldn’t help the blush that settled over my cheeks. He just had a way of embarrassing me more than anyone I had encountered before.

I slapped his arm and when he’s laughing continued, I decided to go for a more annoying approach. “Akiii~~ Aki, where are my clothes?! Where are my clothes, Aki?!” I whined over and over, like a child calling for their mother.

“Alright, alright!” He suddenly shouted, standing up and quickly searching the floor for any shards of my clothing. I gloated like a kid from the bed, snuggling myself under the blanket so that I looked as relaxed as possible as he did all the labour. Before I knew it, however, he was tossing each one he found at me, hitting me square in the face with my underwear. I let out a sound of indecency and he chuckled lightly.

When he had retrieved all my clothes, I wasted no time in rushing him out of the room so I could get dressed. As I stood up from the bed, I stretched my arms above my head. I could still feel the dull pain in my lower back, but I tried to ignore it as best I could. I quickly got dressed and opened the door to the living room, not even bothering to check if I looked halfway decent.

“Good morning.” Kouyou greeted me in his usually soft voice, and I was quick to return the gesture before he retreated to his room to get ready for the day.

I spotted Akira on the couch and as he looked up at me, I felt my knees go a little weak. Although, it could have also just been my tired muscles trying to keep me up after all the… activity last night.  Wasting no time, I slumped into the couch, regretting the decision when the sharp pain hit me. I passed it off with a light cough and Akira put his arm around me, my head automatically going to rest on his shoulder.

“Okay seriously,” He began, looking a bit embarrassed. “How was last night?”

I couldn’t help but blush. In an effort to skip all the sex questions, I mumbled about how I had never done drugs before and how it was weird for me. He seemed to get the hint that I didn’t want to talk about the sex just yet, so he stopped his questions for the moment.

“I have to do grocery shopping today.” He voiced after a moment of silence and I looked up at him, confused as to why this was suddenly the topic for conversation. “Wanna come with?”

I gave a short nod and he arose from the chair, stretching his arms over his head before looking back over to me. “I’m gonna get ready, why don’t you go to your place and get freshened up, maybe run a brush through that hair?”

My hands shot up to check my hair and he chuckled lightly. What a mess! My hair was knotted and all over the place! Why hadn’t I at least checked I was okay before coming out of Akira’s room. I stood up as fast as I could and retrieved my jacket. As I was leaving, Akira pulled at my arm and spun me around into a light kiss. When he released me, he gave me a smile.

“Meet me by the car in twenty minutes, okay?”

I gave a short nod and left. A shower sounded good right about now.


When I got to my apartment, I unlocked the door and hurried to the bathroom. When I noticed there was something stuck to my foot, I paused for a moment and leant against the door so I could retrieve it. It looked like a letter and I realised that it must have been on the ground by the door when I had rushed in.

My first letter in my new apartment! I was a bit excited to see what it was, thinking that it might be a reply to one of the jobs I had applied to.

I couldn’t have been more wrong.

It was a single sheet of paper, thin and flimsy with the words “We’re coming for you.” scrawled across it.

I studied it for a moment, reading over the sentence five, ten, fifteen times. Finally resolving that it must be a joke, or maybe sent to the wrong place, I quickly scrunched it up and tossed it in the trash, not wanting to have it bother me anymore.

After my shower, I checked the time on my phone and realised I only had five minutes until I had to meet Akira down stairs. I quickly tugged on whatever clothes I could find, which consisted of a baggy t-shirt and tight denim jeans. Once I ran the hair dryer through my wet locks a couple of times, I quickly rushed out of my apartment and locked the door behind me.

When I turned to make my way down the hall, something hit me in the side of the head and I felt myself topple over, falling against the wall and eventually landing on the ground with a bang. A loud ringing filled my ears, and as I looked up to see what happened, my vision blurred so I could only make out three taller figures standing above me. Was I being mugged?

I quickly dug my hands into my pocket and retrieved my phone and my wallet, offering it up to them in return for my safety, but the only response I got was a round of laughs as someone kicked them out of my hand and across the floor.

“We told you we were coming for you.”

My heart stopped. This voice… It was cruel. My vision was starting to focus, but before I could make out any of the faces standing above me, I was kicked into the stomach. I must have screamed out, I can’t remember for sure, but there was a loud screech that filled the air and I knew I was the only one in enough pain to release such a noise. I felt someone push me onto my back with their foot before keeping me pinned there.

There was something wet in my hair and I knew it was blood. I started to panic. I was in big trouble right now. If I wasn’t going to die right here, I was definitely coming away from this with some broken limbs.

Broken limbs…

“He cornered one of them in the school bathrooms and broke his arm.”

I suddenly remembered what Akira had told me last night, about his old friend Tora. Tora… A rapid tornado of the night before was swirling in my head, and I thought about the voice that had spoken so cruelly to me only moments ago. It was Tora.

Just when I came to my realisation, my vision focused and I saw him glaring down at me, his face twisted in a mix of anger and satisfaction. He lowered the bat from his shoulder and lined it up with my face.

“This is for brainwashing my friend.”

Before I had time to protest, or beg for my life, he raised the bat and immediately brought it down against my shoulder with a force meant for malice. Bone splitting pain wracked the left side of my body and I screamed out again, tears springing to my eyes and streaming down the sides of my head.

I thought of Akira, and how I wished he’d come to save me. I knew he would feel guilty about getting me involved in this and that thought almost hurt me more than the pain I was feeling.

“Please!” I tried, squirming under the foot on my chest. “Please stop!” I knew my arm must be broken, but I raised my unharmed hand in an attempt to push his foot off me. I was met with his laughter and sneering. Of course I didn’t have the strength to fight him off.

I prayed, my eyes shut, for a quick death. The pain working it’s way through my arm was like nothing I’d ever felt. If I hadn’t just been hit with a bat, I would’ve sworn my arm was on fire.

I had given up hope. There was nothing left for me now. I was sobbing on the ground like a child, trying desperately to clutch at my arm. I must have looked pathetic. Tora raised the bat again and I waited for another hit, this one probably to the head.
But the hit never came. Someone came barrelling down the hallway and slammed their body against Tora’s, quickly followed by another person who grabbed my injured arm to haul me up off the ground. I let out a scream when the person tugged and they quickly let go. I was crying too much to see who my saviours were, but I could smell Akira’s aftershave. I wanted to laugh with happiness, but the second person was tugging me up again. I whimpered, trying to convey that I was in pain, but they continued.

“Come on! We need to get you out of here!”

The voice wasn’t any that I had heard before. It was slightly girlish, but I could still tell it was a guy, and they sounded so adolescent. I could tell this person was younger than me. I didn’t want to question him though. He had come with Akira and I wasn’t going to second guess Akira’s judgement.

“Akira!” I tried to convey my stress, my worry, that Akira was in danger. I think the other person understood because I heard a short giggle. “He can take of himself, don’t worry.”

I was dragged back into my apartment and seated on one of the two chairs in the living room. Akira’s companion ran off to the fridge to collect some ice for me, and it was only now that I got a good look at him. He had bleached blonde hair, that ran passed his shoulders, with the ends dyed pink, and a piercing just below the centre of his bottom lip. His eyes were big, and he must have been only about my height. His clothes said a lot about him as he scampered about the place. He wore a white over sized hoodie with graffiti style writing across it, and a pair of tight bright pink pants, a black beanie hat sitting on his head.

When he had finally gotten the ice together he whirled around and made his way over to me, smiling and revealing two deep dimples in his cheeks. He pressed the towel against my shoulder and I whimpered, trying in vain to hold back the tears that eventually spilled down my cheeks. He shushed me, and oddly enough, stroked my hair comfortingly.

“It’s okay, shh… it’s okay.” His voice was soft, light, and it helped to calm my nerves, but I couldn’t help but think that Akira was still out there, fighting off Tora and the others on his own. I reached out and grabbed the blonde’s wrist, and he suddenly looked up at me, his eyes wide with shock.

“Where is he?” I asked desperately, and just as he was about to answer, Akira burst through the door and locked it behind him. When he turned around, I saw that he had a streak of blood down the left side of his face.

He rushed over to me and took my face in his hands, brushing my hair back and examining the cut on my head. “Are you alright?” He asked me breathlessly. I noticed that his knuckles were busted up, streaked with blood that I wasn’t sure was his. I gave a shaky nod. “M-My arm…” I trailed, looking down at it. It had gone numb by now, and I could only feel a dull pain, but even that worried me. Akira carefully rolled my sleeve up and revealed my shoulder, which was already turning purple and was swollen to twice it’s size.

“Aki, we should go to the hospital.” His companion said, twisting his lip piercing with his fingers worriedly. I looked up at him again. Who was this guy? Why was he on a nick name basis with Akira? The thought worried me, but my focus was quickly taken off him when Akira kissed my forehead, and then my nose.

“We’ll have to wait for a little while,” Akira began, gazing at me and nibbled his lip. “They could still be outside, and I don’t want Taka in any worse a condition than he’s already in.”

The other male was about to protest, but Akira silenced him. “Can you make a sling for his arm?” The smaller of the two nodded and ran off. Akira leaned over to me again and took the ice, softly pressing it against my skin. Again, I cried. Not because of the pain this time, but because I think my mind was only registering what had happened now. Fear that I had never known before settled over me and before I knew it, I was shaking violently. Akira stroked my hair in an effort to calm me down.

“Damn those guys…” Akira mumbled to himself. I could see that he was also shaking but not with fear. With anger. I reached out and touched the blood on his face with my uninjured hand. “You’re hurt.” I said, my voice concerned. He gave a short laugh. “I’m fine.” He replied.

It took me a moment to see the tears in his eyes. His teeth were clenched, and I ran my hand over his hair in an effort to make him feel better. “I’m so sorry, Taka.” He grumbled, his voice breaking and the tears finally spilling. My heart twisted painfully and I brought his head in to rest against my chest.

In the midst of his sobs, Akira’s friend returned with the sling. Akira stood and went by the window as me and the third, still unnamed, person worked my arm into the sling. I had to admit that it felt better once my arm was secured, and Akira’s friend smiled brightly.

“There we go! All fixed up!” I eyed him curiously and I think he sensed my questioning. “You can call me Takeru! I’m an old friend of Akira’s.” He beamed, reaching out to take my hand in his and shake it lightly. Akira had returned to my side once the introductions were done. He had retrieved a cloth from somewhere and wet it, now dabbing it against my head to get all the dried blood off.

“I think we can go to the hospital now. Tora’s car is gone,” He mumbled, kissing the side of my head. I gave a short nod and Takeru grabbed the keys.

“I’ll drive you guys,” He almost sang. I wondered why he was taking the time out of his day to help us. Nevertheless, we thanked him and were on our way.


When we got to the hospital, they were able to see us right away. I was told that my arm wasn’t broken, but my shoulder was dislocated and it would have to be popped back into place after an x-ray to make sure there weren’t any shards of bone loose. Once the x-ray was done, we found out that it was safe to pop the bone back into the socket. I had to admit that it felt weird having an x-ray. I had never broken any bones or been in hospital for anything major, mainly because, even though I didn’t like to admit it, up until my disownment I had lived a very sheltered life.

Akira held my hand as they gave me a gag to bite down on. The doctor took a hold of my elbow and slowly counted to three before a quick push forward. There was a pop and I bit into the gag in my mouth, tears pricking the sides of my eyes. Akira gave my hand a tight squeeze once the doctor was done and I was happy when a nice warmth spread throughout my arm, satisfied that it was now back in place. The doctor then gave me a proper sling and told me I had to wear it for a couple of weeks.

I was also told that the cut on my forehead wasn’t serious, and had it cleaned and bandaged. Once I was all looked after, it was Akira’s turn to get checked up. The doctor told us that he needed stitches above his left eye, and his knuckles would be badly bruised for the next couple of weeks. When he left to get the equipment, I turned and pecked Akira’s cheek lightly, but he didn’t smile. It was almost as if he was ignoring me.

“Aki?” I called out to him, but all he did was look down at the ground, as if deep in thought. I knew that he must be beating himself up over this, and the thought annoyed me. “Akira.” I called his name again, this time firmer, and he finally looked up to me. His eyes were confused and I wasn’t sure if it was because of how I had called his name, or that he was still processing everything that had happened today.

“Stop worrying,” I told him, but that seemed to annoy him. His eyebrows dipped and he turned his head away from me. I was stuck for words. What could I possibly say to make this situation better, to make him feel better?

“Listen,” I began, but he still wouldn’t look at me. I decided to continue anyway. “I know you must be feeling guilty about this, and I understand that, but… this doesn’t make me want to be with you any less.” I tried, desperately, to convey my longing for him. He was the only thing that I had now, he was the only thing I needed now. If this ended our relationship, I would hunt down Tora and his gang of thugs myself.

He finally looked back at me, but tears had sprung to his eyes. When they fell, I wiped them away. He leaned his forehead against mine and gave me a soft kiss, lingering over my lips for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” He began, his lower lip trembling lightly. My heart ached upon seeing him like this, so I reached out my hand and pulled him in for another kiss, a firm one, as if to show him that there was nothing to forgive.
“You saved my life Aki,” I began once we had pulled away from one another. “You have nothing to apologise for.”


Once Akira was cleaned and stitched up, we were brought into another more comfortable room. It reminded me of Mr Duke, the school principle’s office, with it’s big mahogany desk and large bookshelves taking up most of the room. Akira was holding my hand, still looking forlorn, when the doctor arrived with some paperwork we needed to fill out. He looked to be in a good humour as he sat across from us, smiling brightly.

“Now,” He began, sifting through the papers he had brought with him. He handed one to Akira and one to me. We were made sign them, as proof that we had been to the hospital and had our wounds checked and cleaned up. Once finished, he gathered everything together and put it to one side, clasping his hands together on the desk and eyeing us both.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” The doctor finally asked us, and neither Akira nor I dared to speak. What difference would it make anyway? It’s not like anything would be done to fight these sort of crimes in a city like this. We were just two very small fish in a rather large pond, after all.

When it was clear that neither of us would say anything, the doctor gave a sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. “You boys do realise I am obligated to get a statement if I feel that these injuries are suspicious. It doesn’t take a rocket science to see that what happened to you today was no accident.”

I chewed my lip nervously and glanced over to Akira. He had his eyes glued to the window, determined to ignore any questions that were shot our way. I decided to speak up.

“W-Well, these guys…” I began, but if I was being honest, I didn’t really know what I was going to say. “We… We were mugged.” I finally said, flatly.

“Okay.” He said with a raised eyebrow. “Listen, I’m going to tell you something that happened to me a while back.” He began, fiddling with a pen on his desk. “My son is gay.”

He had peaked my interest by now, and I saw Akira glance over to him too. We decided to be quiet and listen. “One night he came home looking a little worse for wear, a little beat up, y’know?” I gave a short nod here, and the doctor quickly continued. “When I examined him closer, I noticed his arm was broken. At first, he was too scared to tell me what had happened, but when I assured him that this problem would be taking care of, he told me everything.”

Akira was now shifting in his chair nervously before he spoke. “Are you Takeru’s dad?” He asked, and I looked surprised for a moment before it hit me. So that’s how Akira knew Takeru. He had been the kid who had been beaten up by Tora last year, and this doctor we spoke to now was his father. I started to think that maybe this city wasn’t such a big pond after all.

The man in front of us gave a nod and continued. “A police investigation went underway and we discovered that there is a whole gang, right here in the city, that has set their sights on homosexual people. The call themselves Cure. They like to think their violence can ‘Cure’ people.”

I glanced over at Akira again and he returned my gaze, looking slightly anxious. The doctor leaned forward and looked me in the eye. “You have to report this. They wont stop until you make it known that you are not afraid of them.”
I gave a short nod. The doctor was right. “Okay.” I voiced, and Akira looked at me, surprised this time. “I’m ready to give my statement.”

And so I told him everything. About how they ambushed me outside my apartment, about how I had found a note they had left me and about the fear that I felt at the idea of having to return to my home. He made sure to jot everything down on a sheet of paper and when I was done with my part of the story, Akira continued with his, about how he was worried about how late I was and decided to come check on me. He told him about how he had grabbed one of the guys with Tora and punched his face so many times that he was sure he had broken his nose.

When we were finished, we were thanked for our information and allowed to leave. Once outside the hospital, Akira took my hand and kissed my knuckles lightly before he walked me to his car.


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Current Location: work again
Current Mood: tiredtired
Current Music: Shiver - the GazettE
29 July 2014 @ 05:04 pm
Title: The Buddy System
Author: xheretic
Chapters: 2 / ?
Bands: The GazettE, mentions of Alice Nine and SuG
Genre: High School AU, Romance, Angst, lotsa conflict
Warnings: OOC, use of real names, possibly a lot of spelling fuck ups, bad language, drug use, drunkenness… I could go on… :> Btw~ not too sure if this should be a warning or not, but some band members (including SuG and Alice Nine) are made out to be horrible people in this fic. Just wanted to say that they’re not. I’m sure they’re all lovely in real life.
Rating: NC-17, but I have censored it for people who don’t like smut.
Pairings/Characters: Mainly RukiXReita, mentions of Ruki X everyone at some stage, mentions of KaiXAoi, mentions of all pairings ever in the GazettE fandom. This fic might as well be one big orgy lol
Summary:  Matsumoto Takanori has been disowned by his parents and is now facing a new life where he must fend for himself. Starting a new school, he meets Suzuki Akira, a hot blooded rebellious teen with a heart of gold, and a whirlwind romance makes the two inseparable. However, people are watching them from a far, ready to sabotage. With ex-best friends, other love interests and the infamous ’Buddy System’, will these two ever find a way to be together?
( “And I see you have a new lady on your arm!” He said before properly looking at me. He immediately looked apologetic as he saw my frown. “Oh shit, you’re a dude. Sorry buddy!”  )


I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt nervously. Akira was going to be here any minute and our date would begin. I didn’t know what to do. If it was Kouyou that I was interested in, then telling Akira would be more difficult than anything. I remember how upset he had gotten at even the thought of Kouyou and I together. What was I going to do?

I focused on my face in the mirror. My hair was styled to the best of my ability, and I had decided to go with my best clothes; a tight fitting black blazer with a band t-shirt underneath, a pair of worn jeans and my favourite black army boots. I wasn’t a self-centred person, but I didn’t think I was ugly either and I felt like a had made myself look really nice tonight. Which made me wonder… why was I so worried about the way I looked if I didn’t like Akira?

There was a sudden knock on the door and I ran to answer it. I could feel my palms getting sweaty and I quickly wiped my hands against my pants before pulling the door open. I couldn’t help the smile that forced it’s way onto my face when I saw Akira. He was wearing a black leather jacket with an asymmetrical pattern and an off centre zip, baggy jeans with a studded belt and a pair of boots that looked almost like mine. His hair was perfectly styled and, wait… was that a hint of eyeliner? I suddenly felt stupid that I hadn’t made more of an effort, until he looked me up and down and gave a low whistle.

“Hello, beautiful~” He almost sang, and I felt my face flare. I think he noticed my embarrassment because he let out a loud laugh before stepping past the doorway to examine my apartment. It wasn’t at all like his, and I don’t think he was too impressed because he let out an angry tut.

“So this is where they stuck you, huh?” He asked, turning to look at me. I simply nodded as I examined the peeling wall paper, the loose carpets and the damp ceilings. It wasn’t nice, but it’s all I could afford. I think Akira understood that, because he didn’t ask anymore questions. After a moment of silence he cleared his throat. “Should we get going?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow towards me.

“Where exactly are we going?” I replied, feeling the excitement bubble in my stomach. Even if I did have a thing for Kouyou, I would shove it to the back of my mind for tonight. I had agreed to this date, and I was going to make Akira happy.

“Well there’s a carnival just down the road. I was thinking we could go to that if you want…?” He trailed off with a shrug before my mind actually registered what he had said. A carnival? Weren’t those things for kids? “Isn’t that kind of childish?” I asked, not at all too pleased with his choice.

“Well, that’s just to start. There’s a rave later that we can go to.” Akira folded his arms across his chest and waited for my reply but I just fell into peels of laughter. I couldn’t help myself. A rave? That sure was one extreme to another. In all honesty I thought he was joking, but when I saw the inquisitive look on his face, my laughter quickly cleared up.

“Y-You’re not joking?” I asked, slightly scared now. Was this really the kind of thing Akira was into? I stopped for a moment and asked myself what my parents would think if they could see me now. Thinking of my parents made me realise something…

“A rave sounds good to me!” I said, smiling widely. Akira returned my grin and put his arm around my shoulder as we left my apartment.

“Tonight’s going to be a good night.” He almost mumbled to himself, and I felt a mix of excitement and nerves bubble up in my stomach.


I never knew I could scream so loud until I felt the wind whirl past my ears and saw the lights of the carnival spin all around me. Akira was next to me, in uncontrollable laughter, squeezing my hand so tight that I thought my fingers would come off. I felt my body rise off the plastic seat I was strapped to as we sped around the loop of the roller coaster and up another steep hill. I could tell what was coming next. The big dip. We had already rode this roller coaster three times, I think I knew the layout by heart, but Akira liked it so much.

I felt like my heart was in my throat as we edged our way towards the dip. I would have been lying if I said that I didn’t like roller coasters. In fact, I really did like them. I just didn’t understand how Akira had the stomach for it. I had felt sick after coming off it the first time, but Akira had been so enthusiastic about going again that all I could do was laugh and agree with him. He really was like a child in a teenagers body, especially the way he had run around when we first arrived. I found it particularly adorable when he had lost at ‘Hook the Duck’ and tried to haggle his way to a prize, only to be denied and huff like a kid.

I glanced over at him before we descended and I thought of how lucky I was to have met him, and about how much fun I was having, and that maybe… maybe something was happening here, between Akira and myself, and that I should never have shot the idea down before giving him a chance.

When we walked down from the ride, Akira still seemed full of adrenaline as he jumped in front of me. “I would suggest we go again, but you look a little worse for ware.” He chucked, stopping my steps by placing his hands on my shoulders. I looked up and him and smiled. “I’m just thankful to have my feet back on the ground,” I sighed with relief. “And I’m hungry! Can’t we eat?” I pleaded, pulling the biggest pout I could muster. That seemed to convince him because he broke into a grin and took my hand in his.

“Of course we can. Keep in mind that all they have here and burgers and hot dogs.” He reminded me as we walked towards the food stalls. I was too focussed on the feeling of his large hand enveloping mine to care too much about what food I was getting. “Burger’s fine.” I mumbled as I rested my head on his shoulder as we walked. I think he appreciated this, because I heard him breathe a satisfied sigh.

“Akira!” Someone suddenly shouted from behind us, and I felt Akira turn to see a black haired male jogging towards us. He was wearing a band t-shirt with jeans and a tiger print belt. He looked really friendly, with a wide smile on his face as he focussed on Akira. “How’ve you been, man? I heard you got suspended again?” He asked with a short laugh.

“Tora!” Akira suddenly laughed as he realised who the other male was. They quickly high-fived and pulled each other in so that their shoulders touched. Something I liked to call a ‘bro-five‘. “I haven’t seen you since you were expelled! I’m good, dude. Suspension is great!” Both of them laughed and I felt oddly out of place. All I had to do was wait until Akira introduced me, but I was very impatient, so I stepped a bit closer to their little circle. I didn’t have enough time to introduce myself though, because Akira’s friend, Tora, had already turned to me.

“And I see you have a new lady on your arm!” He said before properly looking at me. He immediately looked apologetic as he saw my frown. “Oh shit, you’re a dude. Sorry buddy!” He said with a quick laugh and a clap to my shoulder. I could tell the conversation had taken a sudden turn, because Akira suddenly stiffened next to me, and I felt the tension grow. Tora swallowed nervously and looked from me to Akira.

“So… I’ll see you later, man. I’m with some friends,” He gestured over his shoulder and then turned to leave, not even waiting for Akira to reply. When he was gone, I looked up to Akira and noticed that his lips were drawn into a tight line, and his eyebrows were dipped.

“Who was that guy?” I asked, in an attempt to gather more information. I had gotten a good impression off him, but then he had left so suddenly after a little misunderstanding. It’s not like I minded being mistaken for a girl. It was a slip anyone could have made… But why had he left so suddenly, and before he even knew my name?

I returned my gaze to Akira and he just gestured his head to tell me to walk. We continued strolling and for a moment the only sounds that I could hear were the familiar jingle of a merry-go-round, some children laughing and people chatting happily amongst themselves. I didn’t want to press Akira for information, and I wouldn’t have had to either, if he hadn’t suddenly gone so tacit. I chewed my lip slightly as I thought about Tora. Was he Akira’s ex? Maybe. That would explain the awkwardness. If he was Akira’s ex, did Akira still have feelings for him? That would explain Akira’s sudden quietness.
I decided to pull at Akira’s arm and drag him to a nearby park bench with a table. We sat down and he huffed like a child, and I had to use all my strength not to giggle at him.

“Okay, what’s wrong?” I demanded and he looked at me with worried eyes. “Who was that guy, why did he leave so fast and why are you so damn quiet all of a sudden?” I tried to sound stern but I think Akira saw right through me because he suddenly cracked a smiled and chuckled lowly. “You’re so cute, Taka.”

I flushed again. I wasn’t doing a very good job of being stern. However, I stayed quiet because I knew that my apparent ‘cuteness’ would get him to talk.

“That was Tora, my best friend up until last year.” He began, his smile disappearing as he fiddled with a loose screw on the table. “Last year he was expelled and he moved away for work. We just kind of… fell out of contact after that.” I listened as Akira spoke, not wanting to interrupt him at all. If he was just a friend and they didn’t talk as much as they used to, then why was Akira sulking so much?

“But… it’s not that,” Akira continued. “It’s just the way he acted back there. I remember last year, I kept trying to tell him I was gay. There were so many opportunities, but I was waiting for the right moment where I felt comfortable enough to say the words ’Tora, I’m gay.’ … but that moment never came because one day, I noticed that he was angry, and I mean really angry. He told me he had seen some ’homos’ holding hands down the school hall. Told me that he didn’t like it. Y’know what he did?” I shook my head quickly, eager to hear the full story. Akira’s eyes were angry and I reached out to cup his hand.
“He cornered one of them in the school bathrooms and broke his arm.”

I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped from me. Tora had broken some kid’s arm?  I couldn’t believe it. That nice guy that I had just met, had broken some kid’s arm, because he was gay?

“I was happy to see him again, just now… but when he saw you, I suddenly remember what had happened, and how he had got expelled. I’m sorry, Taka.”  He looked away from me, ashamed. I couldn’t help taking his hand in mine. I wanted to comfort him.

“Why are you apologising?” I asked him with a small smile. I ran my thumb over each of his knuckles lightly. I felt his fingers twitch under mine as he frowned, fidgeting in his seat.

“I’m just afraid that he might do the same to you.” He replied with a small shrug. I hadn’t thought about that at all. Would he really go after me? Even if I had a good relationship with Akira? Akira had said that he and Tora had been best friends. He seemed like a shitty person, but not that shitty.

“I’ll be fine, Aki. I can take care of myself.” I told him, smiling lightly at the nickname I had come up with. He gave a short laugh and I didn’t know if it was because of his new nickname, or because I had said that I could look after myself. Before I had time to ask, my stomach gave an angry growl, and I felt my cheeks flare up. Akira chuckle lowly and stood up.
“Alright Princess, let’s get you some food.” He said as he stretched. I huffed loudly, my face growing hotter, if that was at all possible. As I stood, I gave him a light slap into the stomach and he exhaled roughly, which lead to a string of coughs. I couldn’t help my giggles as I watched him trying to recover.


We spent five hours at the carnival before Akira had decided that he was satisfied. We walked down a thin alleyway, Akira’s arm around my shoulder and mine around his waist. There was a small jingle before he stuffed his hand into his pocket and pulled out his phone, answering with a light hearted “Hello~?”

I heard a muffled voice coming from the other end and Akira gave a few ‘hmms’ and ‘uh huhs’ as replies. “Alright, we’ll be there soon, if Taka is still up for it. Okay. ‘Bye.” He said briskly before he hung up and slipped his phone back into his pocket. I looked up at him questioningly before he smiled down and me.

“Yuu and Uke are at the rave, if you still want to go?” He asked, and I chewed my lip for a moment. Yuu was the tall one and Uke was the cute one, right? Kouyou entered my mind for a brief moment, but then I remembered that he had told me he was studying for a test on Monday and wouldn’t be out for the weekend.

I shrugged with a smile. “Sure, why not?” I said with a small laugh and Akira smiled down at me. “That’s the spirit!” He beamed, as he took my hand in his, stopping our short stroll for a moment. I looked around and noticed that we had somehow ended up on a dirt path that ran along side a small river. It was quite beautiful, with the trees surrounding us and the sound of running water in the background. I felt relaxed as Akira wrapped his strong arms around my waist and drew me in closer to him. He leaned his forehead against mine and sighed happily.

“I really enjoyed tonight.” He mumbled, and I felt myself nodding. “M-me too.” For some reason I had stuttered. I didn’t feel nervous, but my hands were shaking. Maybe I was just cold?

Akira noticed and pulled me against his chest, resting his head against mine. I didn’t cringe this time because, for some reason, I felt more comfortable with Akira than I had ever felt before. Something had changed between us tonight and I felt myself warm to his touch, craving it. I was happy when I felt his lips press against my forehead, and then lightly on my nose. He hovered over my lips for a moment before kissing me lightly. I felt my knees go weak and I think the only thing keeping me up were his arms, which tightened around me as he went in again, kissing me more firmly this time, his lips running over mine in a way that made me moan slightly. I felt him smile and couldn’t help my embarrassed laugh. When he pulled away, his cheeks were flushed and he was smiling widely. I felt his fingers brush over my cheek bone and sensed the butterflies in my stomach.

“Do you really like me?” I couldn’t help but ask. I had to make sure. After all, no one had ever liked me before, not in this way anyway. Akira seemed so genuine, so sweet… He wasn’t the rude delinquent he was when I first met him. Well, he was, but I could see now that that wasn’t really him. He wasn’t really a misbehaving bad boy. He was just a little rebellious, but with a heart of gold.

Akira frowned down at me. “Of course I do.” He replied almost immediately, with something that sounded like worry in his voice. I smiled and he lightly poked my side. “Why would you ask me that? Isn’t it obvious enough?” He said with a small laugh. I shook my head as if trying to shake the thought off. Akira was right; it was obvious that all night the only thing on his mind was me. The idea was still so foreign to me. A boyfriend. It made me cringe.

“No reason!” I said in a cheery voice, trying to pass my insecurities off as a joke. “Just making sure.” I leaned my head against his shoulder and peered up at him. He seemed to buy it and it wasn’t long before he was smirking down at me. “C’mon,” He began after a moment. “Let’s get going.”


I could hear the music before we got there. Akira drove us down by the peer and I couldn’t help but look around in excitement. Where was the rave being held? I could hear the music - it was loud enough to be right next to us - but I couldn’t see any signs of life anywhere, there was just the peer, and then a thick forest that ran farther than my eyes permitted me to see. I think Akira noticed my curiosity, because I heard him chuckle lowly next to me.

“What’s so funny?” I asked with a pout, and he smirked over to me as he got out of the car. I eagerly followed him, looking out on the water as I did so. It was very beautiful, but then I noticed discarded beer bottles and cigarette butts all over the ground. I couldn’t help the way my nose turned up in disgust.

When I noticed Akira walking towards the forest, I ran to catch up with him. Grabbing his hand, I tightened my jacket around myself and felt an unnerving fear settle over me. Sure, I liked forests, but not at night, especially when there was a thick fog covering the ground. This was a classic horror movie cliché, but even so, Akira pulled me forward, urging me to follow.

We walked for no more than two minutes before we came across a small hill with a thick mettle door at the front. It was rusted and looked like it was ready to fall off it’s hinges. “This used to be a safety bunker during some war, I dunno.” He shrugged as he tugged me towards it. I remembered how bad Akira was at history and the thought made me giggle. “Because no one’s taken care of it in years, the door is easy enough to open with a small kick. A lot of parties go on here, and it’s a perfect location.”

I had to bend to fit in the small door, and almost immediately there was a ladder to take us further down. I didn’t go on too long, but as we descended, the music got louder and the heat rose to a point where I was already sweating. I felt like Alice going down the rabbit hole.

As we got to the bottom, Akira lifted me down and tugged off my jacket. I didn’t like the way he threw it in the corner, but I had to be grateful; the heat in here was unbearable. I looked around and noticed just how many people were here. Girls, boys, it didn’t matter, they all mingled into one crowd and danced more crudely than I had ever seen people dance before. An odd glow stick and flashing light illuminated the dark room, and Akira held onto my hand as we made our way to the bar. He shouted something in my direction but I couldn’t hear a word he was saying. He leaned into my ear and shouted again.

“What are you drinking?!”

Shit. How did I answer that? I had never drank before in my life… best just to play it safe tonight. “Just a beer!” I shouted in returned, and he gave me a thumbs up. While he stayed at the bar, I went to a nearby wall to wait patiently. The bass of the music was so loud that I felt it in my bones, and it almost dictated the way my heart was beating.

Akira returned not long after and handed me my drink. Before I could thank him, a long sheen of black hair filled my gaze and Yuu was suddenly attacking Akira in a hug, Uke not long behind him with a wide dimpled grin on his face. I could barely hear Yuu over the music.

“Aki! I’m so fucking pissed!” He shouted as he stumbled. If it wasn’t for Uke grabbing him, he probably would have fallen over. “You up for a pill?” Yuu asked, retrieving a small plastic bag with small white pills in it.

Holy crap.

Those were drugs.

No wonder Yuu was intoxicated. Akira looked at me nervously and I chewed my lip. If Akira wanted to do pills, that was fine, but I certainly wouldn’t be having anything to do with any drugs. I nodded towards him, to tell him that it was okay, and Yuu slipped one into his hand. Akira quickly threw it into his mouth and took a gulp of his drink as Yuu turned and placed one on Uke’s tongue, who smiled and mumbled a thanks. I looked at all of them nervously… I didn’t want to give into peer pressure, but I also didn’t want to end up taking care of them all for the night. If Kouyou was here, I wonder what he would do. He seemed the most sensible out of all of them, but I had a feeling that Kouyou was just as much a party animal as the rest of the guys.

Yuu turned to me and smiled. “Want one?” He asked, swaying lightly as he held up the small bag. I didn’t know what to do. I looked from Yuu to Akira. He looked so worried as he suddenly leaned over and shouted “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” in my ear. I had a feeling that he would have wanted me to take the pill, so that I would let go and enjoy myself. Wasn’t eighteen the age to start experimenting with this kind of stuff? When else was I going to get the chance?

With that in mind, I put out my hand and smiled towards Yuu. He made an impressed face and slipped on into Akira’s hand. “I’ll leave you take care of this one.” He said with a wink, and then dragged Uke off to the dance floor. I looked at Akira for an explanation but he was just smirking to himself.

“Are you sure?” He asked me and I nodded firmly. I was positive, excited, even. I put out my hand again, but Akira shook his head and lowered it again. He then slipped the pill onto his tongue and pulled me forward. I flushed. Was this really necessary?

When our lips met, my eyes slipped shut and I enjoyed the light touches for a moment, until Akira slipped his tongue into my mouth. I felt my cheeks flare, but I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me. His hands roamed up my sides as I felt the pill enter my mouth. It was fizzing bitterly against my mouth as Akira pulled away, but I managed to swallow it fine. I took a sip from my drink and Akira smiled.

Great. My first proper kiss was a drug kiss.

It didn’t bother me as much as I thought it would. I was just glad my first kiss had been with Akira. Just as I was thinking this, my eyes travelled over Akira’s shoulder and locked with Yuu, who was dancing with Uke. He winked at me and I couldn’t help my pout. Suddenly, Uke grabbed him by the jaw and pulled him into a half dance, half kiss. I quirked an eyebrow and pulled Akira down to my level to talk to him.

“Are they together?” I shouted and he made a strange face, as if he couldn’t really answer my questions. “It’s complicated!” He replied and I couldn’t help but laugh. Akira then took my hand and began to drag me into the mass of people. I tried to shout and tell him I couldn’t dance, but he obviously couldn’t hear me. I started to panic. Crowds always made me nervous, but for some reason those nerves never came. In fact, I felt a surge of energy so strong that I wanted to dance. The music was becoming deeper, and I could feel it shake my body, fill my head and ears. Akira turned me around, so that he now stood behind me, and wrapped his arms around my body, suddenly moving to the beat of the music. I couldn’t help but dance along with him. My vision was beginning to blur and I could feel Akira bury his head in the crook of my neck, his lips on my skin, placing small kisses here and there. I shut my eyes and let him direct me, the butterflies in my stomach making me feel light headed.

I had never felt this good in my life. I felt like I was flying, like I was the king of the world and that I could do anything I wanted, and people would listen to me. I sensed the confidence radiating off me and even though Akira was moving me and showing me how to dance, I had a feeling that I was really the one in control here. With that thought in mind, I turned to face him and wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body into his as we danced. I saw something dark flash though his eyes before he pulled me into a heated kiss, his tongue running along my bottom lip before he took it between his teeth and bit it lightly. I felt a flutter in my stomach and I rewarded him by grinding my lower half into his. I felt him squeeze my hips lightly before he grinded more roughly into me.

Holy fuck. The electricity that coursed through my body was intense, and I found myself craving more. I slipped my hand into his hair as our tongues finally touched. I felt him let out something like a low moan or a growl, and I couldn’t help but turn into putty in his hands. I was getting much too excited to be in a place like this. I wanted Akira to take me back to his place, but we had just got here and I wasn’t sure if he wanted to leave just yet. Even so, I didn’t think I could stick this heat much longer.

I knew by now that the pill had kicked in, but I had to take a moment to think about things logically. I had only known Akira for two days, and I was already totally infatuated with him. However, I had to pace myself. Even if I had taken a pill, my morals still came first, and I would not be sleeping with him tonight. But the thought almost disappointed me. I would do anything to not be the insecure little Takanori for one night, and to just go a bit crazy, but I couldn’t. There was no pill in the world that would grant me that. Even so, that didn’t mean that I couldn’t have fun with Akira, and judging by the way he was dancing, with his hands running under my shirt and skimming across the skin on my stomach, I think it was safe to say that he was having a lot of fun.

“…so fucking sexy.” I heard him say, his lips next to my ear. A part of me died, and I wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or arousal. I squeezed his large bicep and pulled at him, tugging him towards the ladder that led to the front door. He looked at me in confusion, but I just tugged at him harder. Once we were outside, I sighed with relief as the cold air hit my face. I hadn’t realised how warm it was in there.

Akira took my hand in his. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “Was it the dancing?” Even though he sounded worried, I could tell there was disappointment in his voice. I shook my head quickly. He was slightly wobbly on his feet and his eyes looked droopy. I couldn’t help the amusement that arose in my stomach. “It wasn’t the dancing,” I said with a smile and a short giggle. His breathed a sigh of relief before pulling me closer to him.

“Can we go back to yours?” I heard myself asking, and I immediately started to panic. He looked surprised before nodding, his tongue running out to wet his lips. “S-Sure. C’mon.” He took my hand and tugged me towards the car. I felt myself still for a moment. Was Akira going to drive in his condition?  I may have taken a pill, but I still wasn’t that stupid.

“A-Akira?” I asked before he unlocked the car. “Hmm?” He peered at me over the roof and I suddenly felt my cheeks flare. What was I doing? I trusted Akira, so I shook the worry off and hopped into the passenger seat. I buckled my belt as Akira started the engine and reversed out the same way we had come, albeit a lot faster. Everyone was still partying, so there wasn’t much traffic. We pulled out onto the main road and I glanced over to Akira. He was drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, his eyes on the road. I felt myself relax. Maybe he wasn’t as bad as I thought he was.


Thankfully, we arrived without harm. Akira pulled up into the parking lot, hitting a dumpster and knocking it over on the way in, before pulling into the nearest spot messily. I watched him as he shut off the engine. He was even more handsome in the dark with the streetlights illuminating his face. Leaning over, I turned his head to face me and hovered above his lips for a moment before he closed the gap in another rough kiss.

I felt my knees push together, my lower half squirming as his tongue touched mine and his hand inched it’s way up my thigh. I could feel the nerves reaching colossal proportions in my stomach, but I didn’t care. The way his hand massaged my inner thigh made me moan, and I wanted more of Akira. I pulled away and looked at him. His eyes were dark, probably with arousal, and he was biting his lip. Suddenly, I felt myself smirking and hurrying to exit the car. He followed, and we hurriedly made our way into the apartment complex and into the small elevator.

Even then, I found myself craving him. I wrapped my hands around him and pulled him close to me, smashing my lips against his in a non-too-romantic way. He backed me into the wall the stood between my legs, his hands roaming down to my hips before he grinded his lower half into mine roughly. I couldn’t help the half moan half yelp that escaped me. It was just too good. The pleasure that coursed through my body was too much, and I felt myself go weak. I felt Akira grind against me again and I tilted my head back, resting it against the wall as he attacked my neck, his slick tongue running along my Adam’s apple.

I couldn’t take much more, but thankfully we pulled away from each other as we felt the lift slow to a stop. Akira grabbed my hand and pulled me down the hall, stopping only when we reached the door. I found it hilarious when he fumbled with his keys, searching desperately until he found the right one. Once the door was unlocked, it burst open and Kouyou looked up from his books, startled at the sudden intrusion.

Akira only nodded a quick “Hey.” before grabbing my hand and dragging me off to his bedroom. I looked back at Kouyou and saw him giggle and wink at me. With the day, and night, I had spent with Akira, I felt little for the beautiful man that sat studying at the table. It did worry me; how easy it was to feel something for a person one day, and then have it forgotten the next.


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When we were finished and cleaned up, Akira crawled into the bed beside me, totally spent. He wrapped his strong arms around me and buried his face in my neck, inhaling deeply before exhaling.  I could feel his heart beat against my back, and for a moment his arms tightened, squeezing me close before relaxing again.

“Be mine.”

I heard his breath brush against my ear, so soft, as if he had fallen asleep and was now in the midst of a dream. I knew he was awake though, but I was too surprised to say anything. Was he asking me, or telling me?

“Be mine, Taka.”

I gave a shaky nod, so light that I wasn’t sure he had felt it. I was reassured when he took my hand in his and kissed the area right behind my ear.

“I will.”

My answer had come out a lot more tired than I had intended it, but Akira seemed happy nonetheless. I guess that was it now. We were official boyfriends. The thought made me smile to myself in the darkness, my hand idly running over the soft skin of Akira’s arm. I could tell he had fallen asleep, because his breathing had deepened and slowed to a steady rhythm. It wasn’t until I was drifting off to sleep myself that I realised my own heart beat matched his breathe, as if Akira’s presence resonated deep within me.


AN; Good evening all! Or good morning I dunno

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Current Music: Still the GazettE
25 July 2014 @ 01:25 am
Title: The Buddy System
Chapters: 1 / ?
Bands: The GazettE, mentions of Alice Nine and SuG
Genre: High School AU, Romance, Angst, lotsa conflict
Warnings: OOC, use of real names, possibly a lot of spelling fuck ups, bad language, drug use, drunkenness… I could go on… :> Btw~ not too sure if this should be a warning or not, but some band members (including SuG and Alice Nine) are made out to be horrible people in this fic. Just wanted to say that they’re not. I’m sure they’re all lovely in real life.
Rating: NC-17, but I have censored it for people who don’t like smut.
Pairings/Characters: Mainly RukiXReita, mentions of Ruki X everyone at some stage, mentions of KaiXAoi, mentions of all pairings ever in the GazettE fandom. This fic might as well be one big orgy lol
Synopsis:  Matsumoto Takanori has been disowned by his parents and is now facing a new life where he must fend for himself. Starting a new school, he meets Suzuki Akira, a hot blooded rebellious teen with a heart of gold, and a whirlwind romance makes the two inseparable. However, people are watching them from a far, ready to sabotage. With ex-best friends, other love interests and the infamous ’Buddy System’, will these two ever find a way to be together?

Chapter One
The Teacher

It all started when I moved here.
This new place that I had to call home. New people, new smells, new sights. New school. Black Moral High… God… what was school going to be like now that my parents weren’t supporting me any more? I suppose I should start with that, shouldn‘t I?
It happened about a month ago. My parents have always been military officials, so it didn’t surprise me that when they found out I was smoking, they overreacted just a little bit. Here I am now, disowned and living on my own for the first time, supporting myself with school and trying desperately to find a job to do so.

But today was the first day at a new school. It was a Friday, which was a bit of an inconvenience but it was the earliest I could begin. I always hated this… meeting new people wasn’t one of my strong points, but I guess it was something that had to be done, right?

I walked along the stone pavement towards the building. It was alright, I guess… It looked like a mix between an airport and a prison, something I’m not quite sure I liked yet. Students were pouring into the front doors, hurrying to get in before the last bell rang and they were all deemed tardy. There were a group of taller guys amongst the smaller students. I don’t know what it was about them but… they walked so casually, as if they didn’t care that they would be late. Great, these were going to be the people I would have to deal with on a daily basis. For one fleeting moment I almost wished that I was living with my parents again, but then I laughed to myself. I would gladly settle for three or four douche bags rather then those two.

I waited until the crowd had thinned before hurrying into the door. I didn’t like crowds, but being late on my first day wasn’t how I wanted to start the year. There was a small window beside the front entrance where an elderly woman was scribbling franticly. I walked over and tapped lightly on the glass in an effort to get her attention and she looked up at me. For a moment I thought I saw anger flash through her eyes, but when she saw that it was only me, a student, she smiled brightly and slid the glass window open to greet me.

“How may I help you, young man?” She chirped and I took a moment to glance around the room inside. There were filing cabinets and desks with high tech computers on them. Two or three other woman were sitting on the far side, drinking cups of tea and chatting happily to each other, behind them a door that led to another unknown room. This must be the secretary’s office.

“Uh, I’m new…” I trailed quietly. I always hated how hard it was for me to talk to new people, but the woman suddenly smiled widely and spoke for me. “Matsumoto Takanori?” She asked, and I simply nodded. She stood up and went to one of the filing cabinets to retrieve something. I don’t know if it was just me being paranoid, but I suddenly felt the eyes of the other secretarial women on me. I averted my gaze to the ceiling and after a moment or two, the elderly woman returned with some sheets of paper.

“Alright…” She said, thinking for a moment before handing me the first sheet. “This is your timetable. This is a map of the school.” She continued, handing me another one before placing another smaller sheet on the two already in my hands. “…And these are the school rules. You’re first class starts in five minutes, but if you have trouble finding the room, come straight back here and I’ll help you, okay?”

She was very nice, and I was grateful, but I thanked her and rushed off to find my first class. I had Biology first in classroom 4B… I scanned the map three times before finding it and rushing down the corridor in that direction. I passed rows and rows of industrial lockers before I realised that I was indeed having trouble finding the room. It was such a big school… how was I supposed to know where to go? Oh yeah, I thought, laughing to myself, I did have a map.

After what seemed like ten minutes of frantic searching, but was actually fifteen, I finally found the room. I stood outside for a moment, fixing my hair and running my sweaty palms off my trousers before knocking lightly and opening the door. Almost immediately, everyone’s heads turned to stare at me and I felt my cheeks burn up. A tall man standing at the front of the class turned to look at me, and I assumed he was the teacher. “Sorry I’m late,” I mumbled. “I’m new here.”

“Oh really?” He replied, sauntering over to me and smirking lightly. I noticed that everyone else was sniggering under their breath, but I ignored them and focused on the teacher standing in front of me. He looked so young! Almost young enough to be a student. Now that I had time to study him more… He didn’t look like a teacher at all. His naturally black hair was streaked with blonde that was styled and sectioned off perfectly, running just past his ears. He was tall, a lot taller than me, and his body was so… muscular.

“Well take a seat then.” He said, and I noticed that there was a desk for two right at the front. Everyone burst out laughing as I sat down, and I suddenly had the feeling that I would rather have the world open up and swallow me whole than be here for another second, but I stayed quiet and kept my head down.

“Now as I was saying~” He said in a voice that I was sure he was putting on. He sat down at his desk, his eyes were on me and I looked away. What was his problem? Why was he making such a big deal over me? Weren’t teachers supposed to be nice and helpful? They weren’t suppose to attract attention to you and make you feel this uncomfortable, especially on your first day…

Just then an older, much more professional looking man came in through the door with a stack of sheets. He looked frazzled and upon seeing the other person in his chair, he suddenly sighed and slammed the papers on the desk. “Akira!” He shouted, and I saw the person who I thought had been the teacher smirk at me. “Sit in your designated place, for heavens sake! I swear, I leave the room for five minutes…”

I stared at this ‘Akira’ for a moment and flushed. So he wasn’t the teacher! He was a student like me! He was just pretending… the embarrassment washing over me was so intense my stomach churned, and to make things worse, this Akira person sat down right next to me. Please, let me die now! Everyone was laughing uncontrollable, and it took about five minutes for the teacher to settle things down again.

“That wasn’t very nice!” I hissed under my breath to Akira, who smirked at me in return. “I’m not a nice guy.” He replied, and I felt my anger flare. What an idiot! What right did he have to make me a laughing stock in the first five minutes?! I glared at him for a moment and he did nothing but keep his eyes on the board where the teacher was writing something Biology related.

“Even so… that! It was so-- Why did you…?” I was stumbling over my words and Akira turned to look at me with amusement evident in his eyes.  “I’m sorry.” He said, and for a second I believed him. I could feel myself pouting. It was a habit of mine, when I didn’t know what to say, and he suddenly chuckled deeply. “Why are you getting so worked up?” He asked me then, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “It’s not like it was personal, and it wasn’t even that embarrassing. Calm down.”

I was about to retaliate when it struck me that he was right. Why was I getting so worked up? It’s not like he had harmed me, or really humiliated me in any way at all. Maybe I was just angry because it was my first day. Yeah, that was it. I was angry because now the impression that all my classmates had of me was this naïve little boy who thought someone his own age could be a teacher. Nevertheless, I was stubborn, so I ignored Akira for the rest of the class.

When the bell finally went, I was packing up my things when Akira spoke to me again. “So you’re new?” He asked and I simply nodded. “We have a buddy system in this school.” He went on after I stayed silent. But now my curiosity had made me look up at him. “Y’know what a buddy system is, right?” He asked and I said nothing, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“Okay so, you’re a new student,” He gestured his hands as he spoke, which was kind of distracting. “How’re you supposed to know where to go? With a buddy system of course!” He sounded like an advertisement and I suddenly smiled and laughed a little. “The buddy system is something that teachers usually set up. They usually pair the new students with the really smart ones, in hopes that they’ll follow in their footsteps, y’know?”

I nodded. I understood now; a buddy system was a way of making a new student fit in quickly. It was a way of getting insiders to show them the school. It was a way of getting them to conform. “Well, why don’t you just stick with me, huh? I can be your buddy, at least until you know the works.” Akira went on.

I thought for a moment. Was he really the best person to be paired with on my first day? He didn’t exactly seem smart, and judging from his clothes and behaviour in class, he was a bit of a troublemaker. Even so, he was the only person who had spoken to me so far. Was I really willing to pass that up for someone smarter and possibly less fun?

I smiled at him as I made up my mind. “Okay, sure, why not?” I laughed and he smirked. “Alright,” He began, getting straight to business. “What have you got next?”

I fumbled for my timetable and pulled it out of my pocket, unfolding it in a hurry once I realised that I might be late for my next class too. “Uh… I’ve got History next.” I mumbled before I looked up at him. He had packed up his stuff by now and had his bag slung over his shoulder, his hands dug into his low dark jeans. “You’re in luck then! I’ve got History too.”

I smiled at the coincidence, and we set off to the next class. I would’ve walked faster, to make sure I wasn’t late, but Akira sauntered down the hallway, taking his time like one of those guys I had seen before school had even started; not caring if he was late or not.

Obviously, Akira was going to be a bad influence on me, but I knew myself. I wasn’t easily swayed. I would just stick by him until I knew the ins and outs of the school, and by then I would probably have made other friends.

When we arrived at the History room, the teacher, a young brown haired woman with glasses, was just closing the door. “Akira!” She suddenly said in a raised voice. “You’re two minutes late! Get in here and sit down!” I followed Akira in and we sat, again, in the front row. I was starting to wonder if Akira had chosen the front row for every class, or had he been placed there by force… in every class.

“Miss, there’s a new student.” Akira said casually as he sat down. I turned to address her and bowed slightly. Everyone sniggered at me, but when I looked up at her, she appeared to have this look on her face that said ‘What?! A student with manners?!’ -- The thought made me smile.

“Oh… well,” She smiled here and gestured for me to sit. “Welcome. How’re you finding the school so far?” Her tone was much friendlier then it had been with Akira, who currently had his eyes on me, obviously curious about my answer as well.
“Well… It’s big.” I mumbled, and she let out a soft, girlish laugh. “Well, my name is Ms. Keri. If you need anything let me know, okay? I just need your name for register.” She had taken out a large black teachers journal by now and I gave my name.

“Have you been told about the buddy system yet?” She asked me once my name was down. I glanced over at Akira and he smirked. “Uh, yeah…” I said.

“Good, who did you get?” She seemed as interested as a student would have been, almost as if it was gossip. I scratched the back of my head for a moment. Would it still be in the ’system’ if the students had paired themselves, rather than the teachers forcing them together?

“I got Akira, miss.” I mumbled my reply and she looked confused for a moment.

“But Akira isn’t on the buddy list…”

There was a list? You had to apply for this buddy thing? I didn’t know what to say to her, so I shrugged my shoulders. It seemed weird to me that you had to be analysed before you would be deemed worthy to be a ‘buddy‘. Weird, and a little harsh for those who were rejected.

Ms. Keri didn’t say anything else to me for the rest of the class. Once the bell rang, Akira told me that it was time for lunch. I was starving, if I was being honest, and relieved. Relieved until Akira mentioned his other friends.

“You can sit with us at lunch, if you want.” He said as we walked to the cafeteria. Us? It had never occurred to me that Akira might have his own friends, and I suddenly felt stupid for not thinking of it before. “Sure.” I replied.

As we walked, I chewed my lip in thought. What if his friends thought I wasn’t cool enough to sit with them? Would Akira defend me? Or would he tell me to go away? When we reached the cafeteria, Akira led me to a small table by one of the larger windows lighting the room. There were three other guys sitting there laughing and I immediately remembered that they were the three guys I had seen outside the school earlier that morning. The three that sauntered into the building without a care in the world.

“Guys!” Akira suddenly said and they all turned to him with a short wave. They looked so different from Akira and from each other, but they somehow pulled it off as a group. They had this certain style about them, as if anyone could fit in with them, but not just anyone was allowed… if that makes sense.

Akira pulled a chair out from the table and turned it around, sitting with his legs around the back. I sat anxiously next to him and looked at the guy to my left. Even though he was sitting down, I could tell he was probably taller than Akira was. But what really struck me about him was his long, black hair and slightly feminine features. I mean, it was easy to tell he was a guy, but his face was striking, his skin was snowy and his hair was down to his elbows. He wore a band t-shirt and light, loose jeans, and his lip was pierced.

My gaze travelled to the guy next to him. He had shorter hair than the first one, and he seemed more masculine. He was smiling brightly at Akira, and I noticed he had dimples that made him slightly baby-faced. His hair was fluffy and jet black, it reminded me of a puppy, and he wore a loose red jumper and black tight fitted jeans.

But out of all of them, the one that struck me most was the male sitting directly across from me. He was so stylish! He had dyed honey blond hair that fell just passed his shoulders, and his eyes showed intelligence as they analysed me. He was wearing a fitted black blazer with tight red silk pants. There were all sorts of accessories coming off of him, that I didn’t even bother trying to count them.

“This is Matsumoto Takanori, a new student.” Akira put so much emphasis on new student, as if I was a piece of meat waiting to be devoured. “I got stuck with him.” He said, but I knew he was joking by the way he was smirking.

“Aki, did you get on the buddy list?” The blonde one asked, and I found my eyes scanning him again, his large eyes, angular nose and strong jaw. He was, in a word, beautiful.

“That thing’s a pain in the ass!” The long haired one to my left suddenly said with a loud, almost juvenile voice. “I quit the minute I got on it.” He continued and the three others laughed. I watched, slightly fascinated at how they worked together in conversation. It was almost like it was rehearsed, like each of them had a line they had perfected and now the cameras were rolling.

“Nah, me and Takanori just sort of… made our own buddy system.” He gave a one sided smirk and the blonde one giggle under his breath.

“How generous of you~” He said in a  teasing tone. He picked up his bottle of water and sipped at it. I watched his Adam’s apple bobbing lightly before I tore my gaze away and back to Akira. I think he read my mind, because he suddenly waved his arms flippantly about the place. “Well come on then!” He raised his voice. “Introduce yourselves!”

The one on my left turned to me, and I thought for a moment I felt an ice cold chill run through me as his eyes pierced mine. “My name’s Yuu. Nice to meet you.” He outstretched his hand and I took it, shaking it for a brief moment before the next one turned to me with a wide smile. “Uke. Nice to meet you.” I shook his hand and my eyes travelled to the blonde one. He was still watching me and I suddenly felt nervous.

“Kouyou.” He mumbled, but he didn’t outstretch his hand for me. That was kind of rude… but I got the feeling that I would
have to get to know him a bit better first. Akira suddenly laughed and leaned over to me. “Believe me, that’s kind coming from him.”

Kouyou suddenly smiled and slapped Akira’s shoulder. The other’s fell into small laughter and I spent the rest of lunch just watching them talk amongst themselves.

“So, how did you meet Takanori?” Kouyou asked, and I stopped eating the apple I had retrieved from my bag to listen to him. Akira laughed. “Oh, right, y’know that thing I do whenever a teacher leaves the room?” The others nodded and Uke laughed a little. “Well, I was just about to teach my ‘class’ about the reproductive system, when Taka walked in. He thought I was the teacher!”

The others burst out with laughter and I felt myself go red. I didn’t know what was more embarrassing, reliving the memory, or having Akira call me Taka. Nevertheless, I hid my face because I found myself laughing too. Sure, it was embarrassing, but now that I heard someone actually say it, it was pretty funny. I mean, I would have laughed if it had been somebody else, right?

“It was hilarious, seriously.” Akira finished, taking a drink from his water bottle. “Anyway, he was pretty angry, so I thought it would be nice to apologise by offering to be his buddy.” The laughter died down and I munched at my apple again, thinking about what Akira said. He had been lying when he said he wasn’t a nice guy. I knew that now.


When the bell rang again, I slung my bag over my shoulder and pulled out my time table again. I looked around to see Akira talking with Uke and Yuu, but Kouyou was already leaving the cafeteria and on his way to next period. Akira bid the others farewell, and came over to join me again. “Okay, what do you have next?”

I glanced at the timetable again. “Maths.” I mumbled before folding it up and putting it in my pocket again. “Room 6A.” Akira frowned for a moment and shrugged. “Well, I don’t have that, but I’ll show you where it is. Come on.” He started walking and I followed him through the crowd. I suddenly had the urge to grab the fabric of his shirt so that I wouldn’t get lost in the sea of people, but that would have been stupid, so I did my best to keep up with him. Besides, it was like the other students made room for him. Maybe it was because he was so tall, but people just moved out of his way.

“Now,” He said, as we left the bunch of people. “We’re in corridor 4, see up there on the wall?” He pointed to the wall and my eyes followed. There was a small plaque with the number of the corridor on it. “Those little signs are in all the corridors to tell you where you are. Just look for them and you wont get lost.” He was walking again, and as I noted his information, I followed him. He led me into a much larger room, almost the same size as the cafeteria, but with seats and a large stage on the opposite wall. There were seven double doors leading in all different directions and just when I was about to ask where they led, I saw the same small plaques numbered one to seven labelling each entrance.

“This is the main hall. All the corridors lead back here, so once you find yourself here, you wont get lost, trust me.” He pointed to the door with the number six on it. “That’s corridor six. Your maths class is down there. And since it’s classroom B, it’ll be the second door you see. Pretty easy, huh?” He smiled at me and laid his large hand on my small shoulder. “I’m in corridor two, so I’ll see you here after class, okay?” He was already backing away when suddenly a voice coming from the intercom filled the room.

“Would Suzuki Akira please make his way to the principle’s office. Suzuki Akira to the principle’s office, please.” I looked at him and he suddenly smiled.

“Looks like I wont be going to class.” He laughed and with a quick goodbye he made his way down the hallway we had just come from. I laughed to myself, imagining what kind of trouble he could be in now as I made my way to corridor six and into my classroom. People were still chatting among themselves and waiting for the teacher to arrive when I was trying to pick somewhere to sit. That’s when I noticed Kouyou sitting on his own in a row near the back. Would it be okay for me to sit with him? He didn’t seem like he liked me much but when he saw me, he raised his hand to wave. That was all the encouragement I needed and I made my way through the other people to sit with him.

“Hello.” He said, and I noticed how soft his voice was. I mumbled a greeting in return and we sat in silence for a moment. “I’m sorry about lunch.” He suddenly said, and when I looked back at him I noticed he was smiling at me. “I can be… a bit rude sometimes. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

I thought for a moment about what he was saying. Maybe he was just shy, like me. Maybe that’s why he had come off as rude when really, he just didn’t know what to say to me. I smiled at him. “It’s okay. I wasn’t offended.” I set my books down on the table. “I can understand how hard it is to meet new people.” I went on, and he smiled gratefully at me. “Thank you.” He mumbled, obviously grateful that we hadn’t gotten off to a bad start.

Just when I was about to continue our conversation, the intercom spoke up again. “Will Matsumoto Takanori please make his way to the principle’s office. Matsumoto Takanori to the principle’s office please.”

A strong ‘Oooooooooh’ resounded throughout the class and Kouyou looked at me with a mixture of shock and amusement on his face. I stood up, packed my things and said good bye to him before leaving the room just as the teacher entered. Hurrying, I made my way back to the front entrance where the secretary’s office was, and just when I was about to ask where the principle’s office was, I saw Akira.

“Akira!” I called, making my way over to him. He looked angry. Like… so angry that it made me stop in my tracks and just look at him. “What’s going on?” I asked and he shook his head.

“Come with me.” He mumbled and I followed him into what I assumed was the principles office. There was a tall, overweight elderly man sitting at a mahogany polished desk. The room was lined with bookshelves and there was a door that led to another room to the left. “My name is Mr Duke, it’s nice to meet you Takanori, please take a seat. ” The man said, and Akira wasted no time in sitting down in one of the two seats in front of the desk. I set down my bag and sat down next to him, watching as his hands balled into fists. What the hell was going on?!

“It has come to my attention,” Mr Duke began, rustling through the papers on his desk. “that Akira has asked you to be his buddy?”

I paused for a moment and stared at Mr Duke. That’s what this was all about? The stupid buddy system?! Did they really take it this seriously? Nevertheless, I was stunned into silence, so I just nodded.

“Well, it is my job to tell you that Akira is not on the buddy list. Did he tell you that?” He continued, and I nodded again. Mr
Duke looked surprised for a moment but then he smiled.

“Takanori, it is also my job to ensure that each new student who decides to join Black Moral High is set up with an appropriate buddy that knows how to properly show said new student around.” He paused here and set his gaze upon Akira. “Akira here, is not an appropriate buddy.”

Akira suddenly slammed his fist on the desk and I jumped, my eyes immediately falling to the floor. “And why not?!” I heard him shout, but still I refused to look up. I hated confrontation. All the shouting and anger… it reminded me of home.

“Akira, sit down this instant! How dare you shout at me like this!” I heard Akira slump into the chair with an angry huff and I finally looked up to see Mr Duke giving him an indignant look. “Now, Takanori.” He said, turning to look at me again. “A new buddy will be assigned to you first thing Monday, and Akira,” He said, his eyes reluctantly shooting back to Akira. “You’re three day suspension will begin immediately. Go home.” He began rustling his papers again, signalling for us to leave.

Once outside his office, Akira rubbed the bridge of his nose in irritation. I looked up at him guiltily. I should have said something… I should have defended Akira before things got out of hand. “Listen,” I tried, but he suddenly smiled at me. “Want me to pick you up after school?” He asked, and I gave him a confused look.

“You’re not mad?” I asked quietly, surprised that he was even talking to me. “Nah, don’t worry about it. This is my fourth suspension this month. It’s no big deal, in fact, it’s a nice break from school.” We both laughed quietly before I looked up at him again. “Okay… I’ll see you after school.”


Once the bell for my last class had rung, I wasted no time in packing up my things and rushing to the front entrance. I looked around for Akira, but he wasn’t here yet, so I sat on a bench nearby and waited for him to show up. Maybe he forgot that he was coming to collect me? Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to see Yuu smiling down at me. My god, he was tall!

“Akira picking you up too?” He asked, and I nodded. “Cool. We’re going back to his place, all of us.” I smiled at Yuu’s words. It was going to be nice being able to relax after such a rotten day. Yuu sat next to me and crossed his legs, flinging his sheen of long black over his shoulder in such a graceful way.

Not long after, Akira’s car pulled into the parking lot and he parked near us. I saw that Kouyou was sitting in the front already, and Uke was in the back. Yuu had already gotten up and was making his way over the jeep, so I followed him and squeezed into the back with the other two. Akira turned to smile at me.

“Do you have your own car?” He asked me and I shook my head. I could barely afford my own food, never mind a car. “I get the bus.” I replied and he smiled. “Good, ‘cause if you leave your car here they’ll fine you.” He had turned his attention back to the road and was now pulling out of the parking lot and making his way down the main street. My eyes travelled to Kouyou in the passenger’s seat and I watch as his hair fell onto his shoulders. My gaze travelled down his arm and to his slender fingers, idly drumming against his thigh. When I looked up into the mirror, I noticed that he was looking at me, watching me, and I quickly averted my gaze out the window, embarrassed.

After what seemed like ten minutes, Akira pulled into another parking lot beside a large, run down looking apartment complex. My apartment complex. We all got out and I was so amazed at the coincidence that I actually laughed to myself, making the other’s turn their attentions towards me. “You live here?” I asked him. He gave me a weird smile before nodding.

“Yeah, why?”

This was awesome! The only person nice enough to talk to me today lived in the same building as me! “I live here too!” I said, and Akira broke into a wide smile and slung his arm around my shoulder. “What a coincidence,” He said, leading me to the door. “And kind of weird, but still pretty cool!” He opened the door and removed his arm from around me to jab the buttons on the elevator. “Kouyou lives with me too, y’know?” He said and I turned to look at him, amazed. Kouyou was already looking at us, but when he saw me smiling at him, he gave a short nod accompanied by a smirk.

Amazing. I was starting to think it was fate that I had met Akira the way I did today. Maybe we were destined to be good friends.

Once we got into Akira’s flat, I realised that it was shaped exactly like my own, only the walls were in much better condition and painted a bright yellow instead of the peeling wallpaper mine had. I noticed one of the walls were bare, leaving just the red building bricks visible, much like one’s I had seen in television shows. The kitchen and sitting room were joined, decorated with mismatched furniture from bright red chairs to high metallic stools, lava lamps and a shag rug splayed across the floor. Three doors took up the opposite wall, which I could only assume were two bedrooms and a bathroom. Overall, the place was like a vortex of different styles, much like the group of friends I had found myself with today.

I didn’t realise until I was doing it, but I looked to the left, and then to the right, unconsciously trying to find where Kouyou had gotten to when I saw him retreating behind one of the doors; his room, I guessed. Turning, I saw Akira making his way over to the fridge and Uke and Yuu already seated on the couch, idly talking about school. Not wanting to disturb them, I turned and made my way to the kitchen to join Akira.

He turned toward me with a smile and muttered, “Beer?” whilst holding out a brown tinted bottle with golden liquid in it. I had never had a beer before, but I guess I was eighteen now. I took it and mumbled a thanks with a smile. That’s when Akira leaned against the fridge and stared at me, a little smirk playing around the edges of his lips. I felt nervous. For a second, I thought that maybe he knew that I had never had a beer before. Was he going to laugh at me? Feeling a flush take over my cheeks, I turned away from him and looked over to the door Kouyou had disappeared behind.

“Where’s Kouyou gone?” I asked, trying to muster as much apathy as I could. For a split second, something that I couldn’t really define flashed through Akira’s eyes. It confused me, but then his expression went blank and he shrugged. “Dunno.” He mumbled before making his way over to the couches to join Uke and Yuu.

I followed him, obviously not wanting to be left behind in the kitchen. I had a feeling I had offended him, so in an effort to make things right, I squeezed myself between Akira and Yuu, hoping that the latter didn’t mind the sudden lack of space.
When Kouyou had returned, he had changed into gray sweatpants and a tightly fitted wine coloured tank top. His honey blonde hair was tied in a loose pony tail, and I couldn’t help but notice how many flips my stomach was doing.  It was hard to think that even like this, he looked so unremarkable perfect that I couldn’t help but stare at him, to fix my eyes with the slight muscle on his arms, the porcelain quality of his skin and how perfectly his bangs framed his face.

Suddenly, and without warning, his eyes shot over to me. I did my best to avert my gaze, not wanting to come off as rude or anything, but even as my eyes locked with the television, I knew he had seen me, and that he was now staring at me in return. Maybe he was analysing me too, the way I had done to him just seconds before. Was he looking at me with disgust? I didn’t want to check. I was too scared.

Nevertheless I felt myself beginning to blush under all the scrutiny. He was still staring at me, after all! I got up and made my way to the bathroom, not wanting anyone to see my reddening cheeks. Out of the three doors, I guessed it was the middle one and silently thanked the gods when it turned out I was right. I shut the door behind me and stared at myself in the mirror for a moment. I just needed a couple of minutes to myself.

What had gotten into my lately? I never stared at people like that! I had a bad habit of talking too much around new people, but it seemed that Kouyou’s perfection totally disabled my ability to speak. What was so different about him? What was it that was driving me so crazy that I couldn’t even stay in the same room as him and was reduced to hiding in the tiny bathroom by myself?  It was ridiculous and getting out of hand. I had only known Kouyou for a couple of hours and even then, we had had nothing but a brief discussion. Sure, he was beyond gorgeous, but looks weren’t the only thing that I was interested in. What if he was straight? Was he staring at me because he was disgusted with me?

A sudden knock on the door made me jump. “Can I come in?” It was Akira, and I heard the other’s laugh behind him to themselves, Kouyou’s voice rising up above the others. Akira must have slipped away quietly without them noticing.
I nodded, but then remembered that he couldn’t see me. “Come in.” The door cracked open and he slipped in, quickly shutting it behind him. “Ah, can I talk to you for a sec?” He asked, and I noticed how embarrassed he looked. I simply nodded and he moved to sit on the edge of the green bathtub taking up the opposite wall. “Listen, I know this is kind of awkward, and please don’t get offended but… are you gay?”

His question took me by surprise. Not because I never thought of that stuff myself, but because… well, it was just so straightforward.

I shrugged as a reply, before thinking that I’d better say something. “Well, I’m not sure really, but… ah… I’m not straight.” I hoped he could understand what I meant by that, and by the look of slight realisation on his face, I’m guessing he did.
“Okay.” Was all I got as a reply, but he didn’t move to get up. He just looked up to the ceiling, as if picking his words carefully out of the sky and placing them in sentences before voicing them. “Listen, Takanori…”

I could tell by his tone immediately that he was about to tell me something bad. Was he against gay people? Were Kouyou, Yuu and Uke all homophobic and was he going to tell me to leave any minute? But then I noticed the very slight blush dusting Akira’s cheeks and nose, and I suddenly realised something… Akira was about to ask me out.

My breath caught in my throat and before I could say anything else, Akira was already fumbling over his words. “I was wondering if you’d like to meet up some time? For coffee? Or maybe dinner and a movie? Or something unconventional, y’know? I don’t really mind… well I do but, y’know,” He seemed to realise that he was saying too much too fast because he suddenly fell quiet. I didn’t know what to say. Me and Akira had only known each other for a day and now he was already asking me out. What could I say?

“Oh sure. Will the other’s be joining us?” I decided to play it dumb in hopes that Akira would back out. “No. It’ll just be us.” He seemed determined and matter-of-factly and I think I cringed. I was trying desperately to keep my cool but I could feel my cheeks heating with each second that passed. “Oh.” I mumbled and Akira suddenly looked apologetic.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbled. “I should have known that you have a thing for Kouyou.” He got up from the edge of the tub. “Everyone does.” He looked hurt, but I couldn’t say that he was wrong. After all, I myself was starting to think I had a thing for Kouyou. Akira made to grab the handle of the door.

I hated this. Seeing him hurt like this wasn’t something I wanted, especially after he’d been so good to me on my first day. Before I could dictate my actions, I had grabbed his arm and turned him around to face me. I think I blacked out for a minute, because when I came back around, I was kissing Akira with a force that I had never used with anyone before.

When his large hands slipped around my back I snapped out of my trance with a realization of what I was doing so big that I wanted to be sick. My heartbeat was accelerating quickly and I could feel it now, thumping against my bones and weakening my knees.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Akira mumbled into my hair and I cringed, secretly wanting the world to open up and swallow me whole. I hadn’t exactly done a good job of diverting his attention away from the date, but at least now he was happy.

I nodded in agreement as he explained what time he’d pick me up and where we were going although I wasn’t hearing him at all. I was too fixated on Kouyou’s musical laughter that seeped into the gaps around the door and practically filled the bathroom.  “So be ready for eight, okay?” Akira suddenly said loudly and I was jolted back to reality, giving a sharp nod. He smiled and we left the bathroom.

For the rest of the day, I squeezed myself beside Akira, practically on his lap. But I couldn’t help but watch Kouyou and wonder if his lips were as soft as his laugh could be.


A/N; Hellooooooo allll!
I'm back! I know I've been gone for like asjhgd a year? damn. o_o

This is my new fic, and one that I am particularly proud of. I've been writing it for aaaages (I think a year and a half?) but it's only now that I'm comfortable enough to post it.

I do think this is my best work, so please let me know what you guys think! I'll be super disappointed if I get no feedback. :[

by the way, Dreamwork is... I dunno what's happening with it :( I have half of the last chapter written and I don't know how to tie it up! It's so frustrating! I know what I want to happen, but I don't know how to write it :[ Would anyone still be interested in it? I know it's been quite a while since I updated it, but if people still want the final chapter, I'll work hard to get it to you guys!

Anyway, thank you for reading! As always, please tell me where I went wrong, any spelling mistakes or anything at all that I can improve on. Thank you!

Current Location: a sunny beach in mexico
Current Mood: accomplishedaccomplished
Current Music: the gazerts obv
16 November 2012 @ 09:24 am
Title: DreamWork 
Chapters: 11 / 11-12ish maybe
Bands: The GazettE / Very little Alice Nine but mostly gazetto tbh they’re not even in it just Shou is mentioned sorry for getting your hopes up okay bye
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst, Hurt, Insanity, Suicide, Character death.
Warnings: OOC, Possibly a lot of spelling fuck ups. Mentions of suicide and depression.
Rating: T
Pairings/Characters: Reita/Ruki, Uruha/Aoi, Kai/Aoi
Synopsis: Dreamwork: This is a censoring process by which the dreamer's mind disguises dream content so that sleep is not disturbed by disturbing images.
Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned the GazettE I wouldn’t make them go through this, ‘kay?


Chapter 11 ~ Ito 


“The time which we put in together is


The way Reita was squeezing my hand was almost painful, but I didn’t care. He had his eyes closed and a look of pure anguish on his face. When he opened his eyes he looked straight at me and I couldn't help but hold his gaze.

“Are you ready?” He asked, and I paused before nodding. He sighed. This was it. I was about to get catapulted back into real life, without Reita. I reached out a stroked along his cheek for a moment before he took my hand and kissed each of the knuckles softly. 

“ I'm going to miss you, so much.” I whimpered, unable to keep the misery out of my voice. He understood, because he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. “I’m gonna miss you more.” He said, and I couldn't help but laugh a little. 

Things had just gone wrong. At another time, or another place, Reita and I would have been more than happy together. Had he been real, we would have been able to grow old together. But this wasn't a fairytale. It was a nightmare. It was the worst nightmare I had had in my life. 


I sat next to Ruki and watched as the tube running past his lips puffed his chest up and down. I didn't care that his hand was cold, I took it and squeezed it, begging him again and again to just wake up.  Leaning over, I rested my head against on his chest, just listening to his heartbeat. It was faint, but it was still there. 

What would happen if Ruki woke up this week? What about now, even? What would I say to him. Oh yeah, your friend’s dead and the other one has left forever. What would he think of me? It was my fault anyway, surely he would conclude that as well. Even if I didn't tell him about Aoi and me, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. 

What would I do once he left? He wouldn't be able to stand the sight of me after that, so he was definitely going to leave. I guess I could always continue with my job. I could be one of those people who’s life revolved around work. Yeah, that’s what I would do. I wouldn't have any distractions any more. I’d be able to focus on work.

Who was I kidding? My friends… they meant everything to me. I couldn't live without Uruha, Aoi and Ruki, so why was I even thinking about it? Maybe it was my time…? Maybe I could be the same as Uruha. At least that way I’d have control. 

“Nn…” Fingertips were suddenly stroking my hair and I looked up to see Ruki’s eyes beginning to crack open. 

“Oh my god,” Was all I heard myself say, and suddenly, I was smiling. Smiling and standing up to loom over Ruki, to see if he was really awake. I moved quickly to take the bits of tape off his eyes.

“Holy shit, Ruki!” I couldn’t help but laugh. I know I shouldn’t have laughed but… He was awake! More importantly, he was alive! I didn’t want to leave but my feet dragged me to the door and I called for help as loud as I could. In less than a second, Dr. Miles was at the door with a smile. 

“Good morning!” He called happily and I laughed. I was laughing, and it felt oddly relieving to be able to again. 

“He’s awake!” I yelled, as if Dr. Miles wasn’t believing me and I had to convince him. He laughed at my enthusiasm and I half ran half walked to Ruki’s bedside, taking his hand in my own and clutching it to my chest.

“Okay…” Dr. Miles said after a moment, a smile still on his face. He reached into his pocket and took a small light, shining it once in Ruki’s left eye and once in his right. “Reflexes are normal.” He chirped before turning to me. “I’m sorry, Uke, was it?” I nodded and he smiled. “I’ll have to ask you to leave. Patients can often get worked up after waking up. It would best if you were not here. Plus, now that Ruki is able to function on his own again, we need to remove the tubes and I.V.s. I hope you understand.”

I was a bit confused but I nodded. If things were better without me there, I would just sit in the waiting room for as long as it took. 


When I was allowed to see Ruki again, it had finally hit me that he was actually awake. As relieved as I was, worry still set it. It wouldn’t be long before he started asking about Aoi and Uruha. What was I suppose to say when he asked to see them? 
I paced my way to his room. The same private room I had bought him so many weeks ago. I held a small container of pasta and salmon in my hand. Hopefully it was still Ruki’s favourite, and I’m sure he must be so hungry. 

I knocked on the door and waited for a moment. I didn’t want to walk in on him getting dressed or anything. “Come in.” he called after a minute. God, it felt good to hear his voice again.

I stepped into the room and smiled. He was sitting in his bed, cross legged with the covers over his lap. When he looked at me, he gave the slightest of smiles and I thought I saw a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Hey.” He mumbled, before messing with his blanket awkwardly.

I walked over and sat at the end of his bed. I didn’t know what to say, so I handed him the plastic container and he gave another small smile. 

“How long?” He suddenly asked, and I was confused for a moment. “How long have I been asleep?” He continued. I took a moment before answering him. After all, this was ten times harder on him than it was on me.
“Seven weeks.”

He nodded his head and mumbled, “It seemed like longer.” under his breath. I didn’t ask what he meant, instead I stayed quiet. Where did I begin? Should I wait for him to ask about Uruha and Aoi, or just tell him?

“A lot of things have happened since you‘ve been gone.” I began. It was best to just tell him. He looked up at me with confusion. “Like what?” He replied. He had set the container down on the bed. I guessed he wasn’t hungry, but I would have preferred it if he was eating something I made him. 

“Well, me and Aoi went to Paris.” I began. My voice had started to shake already. How the hell was I suppose to tell him everything? “Oh yeah, how was it?” He asked me and I gave a shrug.

I noticed how distracted he looked and it made me pause for a moment. “Hey, are you okay?” I asked him, before laughing a little. “Of course you’re not okay,” I mumbled to myself. “You just woke up from a coma.” Ruki laughed too before sighing.

“It’s okay, Kai. I’m back now. I’m here to help.” 

He squeezed my knee and the tears came before I could stop them. He leaned down to look me in the eyes under my bangs. “Kai?” He asked, his voice filled with nothing but concern. “What’s wrong?” 

I pinched up my sleeve and wiped my cheeks lightly. Okay. It was time to tell him. I had wanted to start from the start but the first thing that came out of my mouth was, “Aoi moved away.” - I guess he was still on my mind. 

Ruki gasped, his hands shooting to his mouth. I searched the dark pools of his eyes but they looked blank. Was he faking his surprise? No, why would he do that? Maybe he was still groggy from just waking up. “When?” He voiced. I found it odd that he had decided not to ask the obvious question first; ‘Why?’. Nevertheless, I answered him, thankful that I had more time to calm down, even if it was just a few seconds.

“Not too long ago.” I mumbled, sniffing a little. My gaze travelled over to my bag on the floor and my stomach lurched. The newspaper article about Uruha was in there. I thought it would make things easier to bring it with me, but now, it just seemed so pointless.

“Well, why?” He asked, his voice louder, sounding almost angry. I could tell he was panicking, but why? Was he worried that he had woken up too late to help anyone? I pushed aside my worries, trying to form a proper sentence in my head before I blurted out the truth in a severe way. 

“Well, it started when me and Aoi went to Paris,” I began feeling, for a brief second, the happiness I had felt at that time. The happiness I had felt when I was with Aoi. “Things were going good, like… really good.”

Ruki was looking at me weirdly now. I couldn’t tell what his emotion was, as if he was trying to mask it but there was still a bit seeping through, yet not enough for me to tell what he was feeling. I remained silent for as long as Ruki would let me, eventually looking away in shame when he pursed his lips tightly, telling me that he knew.

“You slept together?” He asked me. His voice was a mix between disappointment and anger. I knew he was about to ask about Uruha, I knew he was about to say his name, but I wasn’t ready to hear it. I wasn’t ready to face all the built up consequences from all my actions, but Ruki didn’t notice my discomfort. Instead, to answer his question, I nodded my head lightly and remained silent. 
“And what about Uruha?” He asked, as if it was the most casual thing in the world. “I take it he and Aoi split before this happened, right?” 

More tears swelled in my eyes until I couldn’t see straight. I looked at the blur where Ruki would’ve been if I wasn’t crying so much as I stood up and walked towards the window, turning my attention out over the dull city below while trying to hide my distended eyes.

“Kai?” He called from the bed, demanding my attention in a gentle way. I turned back to him before looking out the window and up to the clouds sprayed with orange and pink. Was Uruha up there, looking down and laughing at me? I wasn’t sure if I believed in the afterlife, but I suddenly wished, with all my heart, that that’s where Uruha had gone. He deserved nothing less, just like Ruki deserved nothing but the truth from me now. I shuffled over to his bedside and took his hand in mine. Compared to before, it was warm and welcoming, tugging slightly to bring me closer until I was sitting next to him again.

“I’m sorry, Ruki.” I managed to choke out. He squeezed my hand, bringing it to his chest and holding it tenderly. “Kai, please tell me what happened.”

I nodded and stood up, making my way over to my bag and receiving the small snippet about Uruha I had cut out of the magazine. Ruki looked confused before I set it down in front of him. “This is what happened when Uruha found out.” I didn’t know how to word it any differently, any more gently. It was just there; the truth, splayed out for Ruki to see.

I went back to the window and kept my gaze glued on the city. I didn’t want to see Ruki’s reaction to this. I didn’t want to listen to the sobs that I was sure were coming any minute now. 

But they didn’t come. I waited, and then waited some more, but no sound came from behind me. I peeked over my shoulder, curious as to why Ruki was staying so silent. He was clutching the paper and chewing on his thumb nail, something he always did when he was looking at something sceptically; not quite believing what was set out in front of him. 

“It’s obviously not him.” He mumbled, throwing the paper down on the bed and looking back at me with a shrug. I was confused. Did Ruki honestly think that I hadn’t considered that before? I shook my head at him and went to sit at his side yet again. 

“Ruki… I know it’s him. I haven’t heard from his since a week before this came out.” I argued, jabbing my finger at the scrap of paper much more aggressively than I had originally intended. Ruki frowned. “But… Uruha would never do that. I know him, Kai. I know he wouldn’t just… give up like that.”

I decided that maybe Ruki was right. After all, Uruha and himself were a lot closer than Uruha and I were, so why should I question him?

But suddenly, I felt angry. Angry because Ruki was giving me false hope into something that I had already accepted. Something that had happened while he wasn’t even here. Why was he sounding so sure in himself? 

“Ruki… I’m sure it’s him.” I pressed, but he shook his head. “How do you know, hmm? Did you see the body?” He was getting angry now, and usually I would have done anything to calm the situation down. But these weren’t usual circumstances. I wanted to stand up and argue. I wanted to shout, and scream and curse Ruki for walking up and putting even more pressure on me then I could handle. So what if Uruha was alive? He had left! He was gone now. I had said my goodbyes. Now it was Ruki’s turn. 

“I didn’t see the body,” I said, as I stood up and turned to face him. He had a glint of a challenge in his eye, and it suddenly felt good to have the old Ruki back. “but, the last thing he said to me… Ruki, it was a goodbye. Even if he’s not dead, he’s gone!” 
He huffed, and suddenly, his eyes filled with tears. “Get out!” He yelled, and I wished he would keep his voice down just a little.

“Get out and get away from me! This is all your fault!” 

Hearing the truth spill from Ruki’s lips was strange. It was like somebody telling you your biggest insecurity. It was different to when I said it to myself in my head - “It’s my fault. It’s all my fault” - like a mantra. This was somebody else who had their own ideals and opinions and wouldn’t take shit from anyone else. This was Ruki, the most honest person I knew, confirming my belief that everything that had happened up till now was, and always would be, my fault.

I grabbed my jacket with my suddenly shaky hands and left as quickly as I could. Ruki’s sobs followed me down the hallway and for the rest of the day. Even my dreams, meant only for peace, were filled with the awful, wretched sound. 


A/N;; I’m baaaaackkkkk! There is but one more chapter left, just to tie up some loose ends, and then Dreamwork will come to a close! ;3; I’ve been working on it for a year and a bit, and I know there’s not much to show at the end of that time, but I’m still happy with how things eventually turned out. I’ve gotten some questions about a sequel, but I’m still thinking about it ;D

I want to work on other fics first. I have the first chapter of a ’high school AU’ gazetto fic written out, which I think is pretty good, but there are sooooo many high school AU fics that I don’t know whether to post it or not. Would you guys be interested? To sweeten the deal, would it help if I said it was RukixEveryoneAtSomeStage? And possibly smutty but I’m not too sure yet? Please let me know! I don’t want to leave it rot on my laptop :c

Also, in other ficcy news, I’m thinking about discontinuing Aoi and the Real Girl. It’s been a while since I watched Lars and the Real Girl, and I can’t really remember the scenes that I wanted to be in the fic. Also, I’m not really up for watching it in full detail and then writing it out. Hmm… okay I won’t discontinue it, but it will DEFINITELY be a while before I go at it again.

Lastly, please don’t be mad at the lack of updates that are to come. I’ll try to get the last chapter of Dreamwork up ASAP, but I am sitting state exams this year, so I’m not too sure when I’ll get the time to write again -sobbu- 

Please accept my apologies, and as always PLEASE review on this chapter to tell me where I went wrong, or if at all, where I went right! My confidence needs boosting ;o; <3

Next chapter - [12]  (coming soon.)
24 August 2012 @ 09:33 am
Title: DreamWork 
Chapters: 10 / 11-12ish maybe
Bands: The GazettE / Very little Alice Nine but mostly gazetto tbh they’re not even in it just Shou is mentioned sorry for getting your hopes up okay bye
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst, Hurt, Insanity, Suicide, Character death.
Warnings: OOC, Possibly a lot of spelling fuck ups. Mentions of suicide and depression.
Rating: T
Pairings/Characters: Reita/Ruki, Uruha/Aoi, Kai/Aoi
Synopsis: Dreamwork: This is a censoring process by which the dreamer's mind disguises dream content so that sleep is not disturbed by disturbing images.
Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned the GazettE I wouldn’t make them go through this, ‘kay?



Chapter 10 ~ Without a Trace


If this song reaches you, 
You'll probably think it's hypocritical. 
 - Without a Trace


I hadn’t heard from Uruha in a week. 

My mind was starting to race. Where was he? Was he coming back? I had been trying to ring Aoi’s phone non-stop, but he wasn’t answering, so I decided to pay him a visit. When I knocked on the door, no one answered. 

“Aoi.” I called. Nothing. 

“Aoi… Please open up.” I tried again. I heard a faint rustling from behind the door and finally his face appeared as he opened up just a crack. I tried to smile, but it seemed that even the muscles in my face had forgotten how to do that. Instead, my face just stayed blank.

“Hi.” I rasped, but Aoi just looked down at his feet. “Can I come in?”

I hadn’t realised how hard it would be to see Aoi again. I thought all my feelings were gone. I thought I would be over him by now, but he was standing in front of me now and I just wanted to hug him and comfort him until he was laughing and smiling again.

He looked like he hadn’t slept, or eaten, in days. The bags under his eyes were beginning to tint blue and his cheeks were starting to sink. Finally, he pushed the door open and let me in. If Aoi looked bad, it was nothing compared to his apartment. Rubbish from various fast food restaurants littered the coffee table, a small ashtray was overflowing, and there were blankets and pillows on the couch. I stepped in and turned to him. 

Exhaling smoke from his cigarette, Aoi stared at me. “Welcome.” He mumbled before slumping into his couch, his eyes almost immediately gluing themselves to the television. 

“Aoi… what’s going on?” I tried, but he ignored me. “Aoi.” I said a little louder, until finally I stomped my way over to the television and shut it off. “What’s gotten into you? Where’s Uruha?” 

I knew the minute I said his name I shouldn’t have. Aoi looked at me blankly and the silence rained on us for a moment. “Uruha?” He asked. His voice had grown hoarse all of a sudden. I averted my gaze.

“You don’t know, do you?” He asked again, and suddenly, before I could say anything, before I knew what was happening, Aoi was crying. He was crying harder than I had ever seen him cry before. The sound was the worst; the wrenching sobs that tore their way out of his throat and into the air.

He stood after a moment or two and made his way to the kitchen. I didn’t know whether to follow him or not, so I stayed in the sitting room. It was only when he was out of the room that I noticed the tears brimming in my own eyes, clouding my vision. He returned a moment later with a news paper in his clenched fist and he suddenly threw it at me, the pages fluttering madly before it hit my shoulder.

“There! Why don’t you read about what we did, hmm?! Why don’t you take a long hard look at the consequences of our actions?” He was crying again and he turned away from me, breathing hard and trying to calm himself down. 

I knelt down to pick the paper up. I didn’t know why, but my hands were suddenly shaking. 

A body has been found at a local train station in the early hours of the morning. Officials have reported that the body is at least four days old and the identity is still unknown. No signs of malevolence are apparent, hinting towards a suicide. Witnesses have described the deceased as male, blonde shoulder-length hair, in his thirties, well dressed, slender build and a tall form. Anyone with information on the John Doe’s identification are urged to come forward. If you have any information, please call…

I don’t know which happened first, Aoi’s mournful whimper, or the sudden crash caused by my dizziness. My head was spinning, and I sat on the ground next to Aoi’s coffee table for a moment, the paper clutched to my chest. The sudden pain in my heart was more intense than anything physical I had ever gone through and I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping that when I opened them, me and Aoi would be back in Paris, before we had been together, before I had ruined everything. I wanted to go back to when we were friends. When all of us were still friends. When Ruki was awake, and healthy… when Uruha was alive and well.

“He can’t,” I gasped but Aoi was already by my side, taking me into his arms and holding me to his chest. I could feel his heart hammering sharply. When had Aoi found out? Why hadn’t he told me sooner? Yet again, I hadn’t been there when someone needed me. First Ruki, then Uruha, then Aoi. I was useless. Only here to cause pain to other people and bring wreckage into there lives.

After what seemed like an hour, Aoi sniffed against my shoulder and looked up to me, his eyes still glossy with moisture. “You should go.” He whispered, resting his forehead against mine. I shut my eyes, allowing myself to have a moment or two with Aoi before I left. He didn’t want it though, and he pulled away, standing up and outstretching a hand to help me up. I took it and stood up before dusting myself off and setting the newspaper down on the coffee table. 

“Have you called them?” I asked, and for a moment he looked confused. “The police. Have you called them?” 

Aoi looked away. I took that as a no. “Aoi, you have to call them. You have to let them know who it is.”

“What’s the point?” Aoi asked, his voice defeated. I didn’t want to argue with him, so I just nodded and left.


Besides Reita, the flowers are what I was going to miss most about the meadow.

I had decided that I needed to wake up. I sat across from Reita, crossed legged in the grass, like when we had first spoken. He was looking at me seriously for a moment before he smirked. “So you’ve decided?” He asked, his hands running idly over the flowers in front of him. I simply nodded. If I tried to talk now, I would only cry. Reita gave a small laugh.

“I’m happy.” He whispered. He looked so sad, I didn’t get it. I’d still see him when I slept, wouldn’t I? That was better than nothing. “If you’re happy, I’m happy.” I replied, because it was the only thing I was certain of now. It was the only thing I knew for sure; when Reita was happy, so was I.

I wasn’t happy though. That’s how I knew neither was Reita. I could feel it radiating off him; the troubled thoughts. I leaned over and placed my hands on his neck, pulling him into a light kiss. He wrapped his arms around me and I hummed. I was going to miss this. 

“I love you.” He mumbled against my lips. “I love you more.” I replied, and he chuckled. 

I rested my head against his shoulder and he hummed. “I’ll still see you when I sleep, won’t I?” I asked. He stiffened for a moment before sighing. “I don’t know.” Was his reply. I looked up to him, confused. What did he mean by ’I don’t know’? 

“The way I’ve come to understand things is that…” He paused, thinking for a moment how to word his thoughts. “The only way you can wake up, is if I give up my body to help you.” I sat up suddenly and frowned at him. He smiled and looked away. “Your body is weak, Ruki. But with my help, I can wake you up.” 

Why couldn’t he help me, and survive? I didn’t understand. I didn’t want to understand. “But--” I tried, but he had scooped me into his arms again.

“There is no ‘but’. This is simply the way things are going to happen.” He kissed the top of my head and the tears came instantly. I cuddled into his chest, letting his warmth surround me, losing myself for a moment. So this was how things were going to end. Reita was going to help me wake up, but by doing that, he would die. 

“I can’t,” I blubbered, and his arms tightened around me, holding me close. “I can’t let you do that.” He didn’t say anything, which I think was his way of letting me know that he was thankful of my concern. Nevertheless, my words wouldn’t change anything. 

“Just tell me when, okay?” He asked. His voice was strained, as if he was trying to hold back on what he really wanted to say. I knew, inside my own head, that this is what neither of us wanted. I didn’t want to leave, and Reita didn’t want to die. But I needed to wake up, and he was willing to sacrifice himself to help me. 

“Okay.” Was all that I said and he held me until I was ready to let go.


I didn’t call the police, but I had to pay my respects.

I had told Aoi that I was going to the memorial service for this ‘John Doe’, but he refused to come. He told me he had already said goodbye. 

I stood in the dank church, watching as they set the coffin down in front of the altar. There were about five or six other people in the church besides me; people who had come simply to pay respect and nothing else. Nobody else knew that it was Uruha in there. Nobody else knew that he had killed himself because of me. I was safe here.

“And now,” an unnamed priest began in a soft yet loud tone. “We will pay respects to this unknown soul. May his spirit find what he was looking for.” 

I stepped out of my seat and made my way up the aisle. I think I was the only one that did, because everyone looked at me. Out of respect, music had started to play from an unseen sound system, to drown out the sounds of my words.

The casket was closed. Apparently the body had been disfigured in the accident, and was too grotesque to have on display. I laid my hand on the polished mahogany, and thought for a moment on what to say. Would he hear me? Would he forgive me if I asked for it? I took a breath and spoke, my voice quiet. “Uruha. I don’t know what’s going on,” I leaned over and rested my forehead against the wood. “I never, ever, wanted this to happen to you. It’s not my place to ask you for forgiveness, but here I am, asking. I’m so sorry… If I had known what would happen…” I was caught for words. They were getting stuck in my throat until I couldn’t breath. I swallowed for a moment, before trying my best to continue. “If I had known what would happen to you, I would never have been so stupid. I don’t know how to make things better, but I’ll try, I promise. Goodbye, ‘Ruha.” I took a moment before kissing the polished surface and straightening out again. 

No one was looking at me anymore. Everybody had started talking to the person next to them about the latest gossip and what had happened on their favourite television shows. It annoyed me. My best friend needed a proper funeral service, with his friends and family… and I couldn’t even give him that. 

I turned and headed for the door, wiping the tears from my cheeks as I left. Once outside, I ran to the car. Rain had started to pour and even the short journey to where I had parked had left my clothes soaked. I didn’t want to drive, I just needed shelter. I turned the heaters on and retrieved my phone from the glove compartment. Six missed calls, the screen flashed and I paused for a moment. They were all from Aoi. Why was he calling me? 

I punched in his number and waited to for him to answer. Ring. Ring. Ring. Was he okay? Was he even home? 

“Kai?” His voice suddenly drifted through, and I breathed a sigh of relief. I rested my head against the driving wheel, humming to confirm that it was me. “Kai.” He repeat as if making sure. “I just wanted to say goodbye.” 

“Goodbye? Aoi, what are you talking about?” I asked, my voice a little louder over the rain beating against my car. I straightened up and gripped the phone tighter in my hand. Aoi wasn’t going the same way Uruha did, was he? “I’m moving. I just…” 

I know he had said he was moving, but I sighed with relief. “I just need to get away from here. It’s too hard. I’m not going to say where I’m going but…” He paused for a moment and I waited anxiously for him to continue. “But it’s far away and… I’m not coming back, Kai.” 

I whimpered. So Aoi was leaving too and there was nothing I could do about it. “I’ll miss you.” He whispered, and I almost didn’t hear him from the static of the phone. “I’ll miss you too, Yuu.” I replied.

There was a pause in which all I could hear was his breathing. In all honesty, hearing it was better than nothing, so I stayed quiet. “I love you.” came his voice again, and I choked, my hand squeezing the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. “I love you too.” 

And with that, he hung up. I sat with the phone to my ear, unable to move, unable to think. What about Ruki? What about me? What was going to happen when Ruki woke up and Aoi and Uruha were gone? I would have to tell him everything and he would surely leave me too. 

The future is a scary thing. I started the ignition on the car and made my way to the hospital. Maybe Ruki could give me something to smile about again.


A/N; I’m getting good at these quick updates amiright!? ;D

Anyway, let me know what you think! The story is nearing a close. There’s only one or two chapters left tbh but I have other ideas for stories so please don’t forget about me once it’s finished! D’:

Tell me, good people, are you guys mad about the whole Uruha thing? I hate character death in stories, but it just felt right, y’know? I’m sorry if it offends anyone who’re Uruha biased ; ^ ;

Thanks for reading and tell me if I went wrong somewhere >:3

Next chapter - [11] (coming soon.)
22 August 2012 @ 12:46 pm
Title: DreamWork 
Chapters: 9 / ?
Bands: The GazettE / Some Alice Nine
Genre: AU, Romance, Angst, Hurt, Insanity.
Warnings: OOC, Possibly a lot of spelling fuck ups.
Rating: T
Pairings/Characters: Reita/Ruki, Uruha/Aoi, Kai/?
Synopsis: Dreamwork: This is a censoring process by which the dreamer's mind disguises dream content so that sleep is not disturbed by disturbing images.
Disclaimer: Believe me, if I owned the GazettE I wouldn’t make them go through this, ‘kay?



Chapter 9 ~ Juunanasai


I was so happy, so happy, but for some unknown reason, I couldn't stop crying
Does it make you unhappy?
Is it a burden for you?
Is that why you abandoned me and disappeared without a word?
 - Juunanasai


I think I was more surprised than he was. Reita’s hands roamed up the sleeve of my shirt to feel along the skin of my upper arm, then along my neck, before he finally examined my face. His fingertips ghosted along my bottom lip, along my cheeks, up my temples before he finally kissed my forehead. I must have been smiling because he suddenly laughed and as he looked at me, I noticed his eyes were full of tears.

“Don’t cry.” I whispered, but he did anyway. Tears of what I hoped were joy fell from his eyes and I reached out to wipe them away, because I wanted to. Because I could now. He smiled and I knew that our eternity began in the moment.


I was panicking for two reasons. One; We were in a cab, driving from the airport to the hospital, which meant that I would have to face Ruki’s lifeless body and be hit with the reality that, so far, I was refusing to believe, and two; Uruha was there. It was going to be the first time I’d see him since things had spun out of control with Aoi and myself. Would he know straight away, just by looking at us? 

The cab pulled up outside the hospital and Aoi’s grip on my hand tightened before he let go, possibly forever. And then he leaned in and kissed me. His lips moved frantically against mine and I felt what he felt; This would, more than likely, be the last time we embraced like this. 

I think I was crying. I can’t really remember. It was like I was floating, out of the car, into the hospital, through the corridors to the coma ward and up to Uruha. When he saw us, he looked relieved, but I could tell he had been crying, probably non-stop. He looked at Aoi for a moment before running to embrace him, and I felt that uncomfortable feeling of being a ‘third-wheel’ settle over me. I saw the guilt in Aoi’s eyes as he returned the hug. I wanted to get sick, I wanted to scream, I just wanted to run away but I did none of these things except clear my throat in an attempt to get Uruha’s attention.

“Ruki?” I asked. I wanted to see him. I wanted to see the picture I had painted in my head over the past eighteen hours; my friend, hooked up to life-support and totally motionless.

“Yeah.” Uruha said, slowly letting go and leaning in to kiss Aoi’s cheek. I could tell by the way Aoi stiffened that he was as uncomfortable as I was, but Uruha didn’t seem to notice. He turned to me and nodded, before making his way a little up the corridor to a door. He glanced at me before he opened it. 

The picture I had in my head was far less grotesque than what I was faced with. Two tubes, one large and one small, ran past Ruki’s lips and into his lungs, making his chest puff in time with the machine that beeped in false breathing. His shoulder was still burnt, but this time, so was his wrist. Lilac bruises peppered his lips, and there were thin strips of tape holding his eyelids shut. Three I.V.s had been shared between his arms and his skin was pale, with a bluish tint.

I turned away to Aoi, but I noticed his arm was around Uruha’s waist and he was silently crying. I didn’t dare say anything, but instead, I took the first steps to Ruki’s bedside, my hand outreached to touch his fingertips. His skin was cold and I retracted my touch. The tears fell before I could stop them. This was real. This was more real than anything that had happened in my life so far, and all I could feel was the pain. The pain that, while I was away having a fling with one of my best friends boyfriends, Ruki had gone through. How much anguish had Ruki felt before he finally snapped? What was the cause behind of all of this? Ruki had seemed so happy before I left, just in hospital recovering from some burns. Now… he was in hospital for a completely different reason. For a reason that I could have prevented if I had been here. 

A sudden wave of anger washed over me. I grabbed the chair that sat beside Ruki’s hospital bed and pushed it into the wall. The bang was so loud that I looked back at him to see if he was awake. Uruha crumpled behind me, falling to his knees on the ground, choking sobs wrenching their way out of his throat. I turned to look at him and saw Aoi by his side. I needed to leave. I needed to get away from this hospital, from this city, forever. I couldn’t stand seeing Ruki like this everyday. I couldn’t stand seeing Aoi and Uruha everyday. Everything was too difficult now. 

I turned and left without saying a word to either of them. No one followed me. They knew I didn’t want to see them, and I was thankful that I would get some time to myself. 

-o-One Month Later-o-

I’m telling Uruha tonight. 

I read the text Aoi had sent me over and over again. It had been a month since we had gotten back from Paris. I had done my best to visit Ruki in hospital everyday, but I had recently started work again, and my time was being eaten up. On the days that I couldn’t visit Ruki, I went into his room and left a flower on his bed. So far, there were fifteen withered ones and a fresh one that I had left today. 

Aoi had sent me the text this morning and I looked at the clock on the wall. In was nearing 7 pm, and my mind wandered the possibilities of what was happening at Uruha and Aoi’s place.


“We need to talk.” I said to Aoi. He had been acting weird ever since Paris, almost as if he didn’t care anymore. I guessed that it was because of Ruki, but through these times, I needed him, and he just wasn’t there anymore. Aoi was sitting on the couch and he shut the television off with a sigh. 

I held the small velvet box in my hand as I neared him, and his expression changed when he saw how serious I must have looked.
“What’s wrong?” He asked, robotically like he usually did. I smiled. We had been together long enough now for me to ask this question. I wanted to make him smile again, I wanted things to get back to normal. If proposing was the way to do that, then so be it. 

I cleared my throat. I didn’t know I’d be this nervous but my hands were shaking by now. Aoi quirked his eyebrow and it took me by surprise. It was the first sign of emotion he had showed in weeks. Nevertheless, I continued. 

I took my time getting down on one knee. I had never been a traditionalist, but I knew Aoi was. I knew this was how he would have liked it, and if there was anything I could do to make the chances of him saying yes go up, I would do it. I produced the ring from behind my back.

“Stop.” He suddenly said, and I felt my heart jerk up into my throat. Stop? Why was he saying stop? “Don’t.”

But I didn’t listen to him. In fact, I think I smiled. I thought him telling me to stop was just his nerves. “Shiroyama Yuu,” I began, and he lifted his hand to his mouth. My voice was shaking. “Will you marry me?” 

I remember reading in books about how characters wait for a few seconds but it really feels like a few years. That’s how I felt. Aoi was silent for what seemed a decade, but the clock had only ticked at least six times. After a while, I lowered the ring, because he was crying. I felt guilty, but happy at the same time. Were they tears of joy? Or had I done something wrong? 

“Aoi? What did I do?” I asked. He wouldn’t look at me, and I had a sinking feeling that our relationship was about to end. I loved him so much… seeing him cry like this was torture. 

I stood up and moved to sit on his lap. “Sweety? You’re scaring me.” Still he said nothing, so I moved my shaking hand along his cheek. “Did I do something wrong?” 

Finally he gasped through his tears. “No.” He said, but he wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his forehead into my chest. “I just… I can’t lose you.” 

I was confused. Did he think marriage was too much too soon? I kissed his forehead and he frowned. “I did something bad, ‘Ruha.” He sniffed. “Whatever it is, I forgive you.” I immediately replied and I meant it. Nothing Aoi did was unforgivable in my eyes. He could say that he killed someone, and I would forgive him. I would be by his side, through everything. 

“I cheated on you.”

Suddenly, my hand had a mind of it’s own, and I slapped him. Harder than I had slapped anyone before. He gasped in surprise, and I pried myself away from him. He cheated? When? And how? The tears spilled from my eyes and I felt my heart rip into two perfect halves. “What?” Was all I could manage before he stood up before me, his cheek a brilliant red. 

“I never meant for it to happen. It just spun out of control and things got crazy.” He rambled, but I slapped him again, this time harder than the first. He gasped again and it blended into a string of sobs before he collapsed on the couch. I took this time to process what he told me. He cheated. He had cheated on me with someone else. Who? When? Where?

“When?” I asked. I wanted to know how long he had been lying to me. How long he had been covering his own ass to make sure he didn’t get in trouble. “Paris.” Was all that he mumbled. 

A month. A month. He had been lying to me for a month. I bit my lip. Loosing my temper would only make this whole situation worse, and I wanted to know all the details before I threw him out. “With who?” My voice was shaking so much that I don’t think he heard my question. He looked at me, confused. “With who?!” I shouted, and he flinched. Lowering his head to his hands, I could tell he wasn’t going to answer me straight away. 

“Do I know them?” I pushed. He peeked at me through his fingers and gave a very slight nod of his head. So I knew them… My first thought was Kai, but I know he would have more sense than to go running off with Aoi. So who? Someone from our work that had also gone on the Paris trip? Who would do this? Who would knowingly go after Aoi and cause someone this much pain? My chest felt like it was on fire to the point where I wanted to vomit. 

I raised the small velvet box in my hand and threw it at him. He flinched and it hit his shoulder. But it wasn’t enough, I wanted to throw something else at him, so I went to the table beside the couch and lifted the vase that was resting there. When I emptied the flowers onto the ground, Aoi stood up, his hands raised in defence. 

“Please.” He begged, but I wasn’t having it. With all my strength, I threw the vase at him but I missed and hit the wall instead. It smashed into a number of pieces I couldn’t even count. My breath was heaving and Aoi looked at me incredulously. “Kouyou!” He shouted in anger. 

“Who was it?” I screamed and his face fell. He didn’t answer me for a while and we both just stood there. “You held me as we watched Ruki together,” I began. “You’ve lied to me for a month now. At least have the decency to tell who it was.” The venom in my voice stung my tongue, but I wasn’t going to back down now. Finally, he raised his hands to his face. I think the only reason he didn’t turn his back on me was because he was scared of what I might do. In all honesty, I was scared of what I might do. I still loved him. Love doesn’t die in a second because of something the other person has said. 

“It was Kai.” He replied and I felt my hands curl onto fists. So I had been right the first time. It was Kai. I marched towards Aoi and he stiffened, prepared for the worst, but I did nothing, only walked passed him and out the door.

It was time I paid Kai a little visit. 


I flicked through the channels on the television nervously. It was nearing eight o clock. Had Aoi told Uruha already? Were they arguing? Had things been said and done and would I be expecting Aoi at my door with his things, asking for somewhere to stay until he found his own place? 

I stood up to get a drink, to calm my nerves, to clear my head. How would Uruha take it? Would he be angry or upset? I filled a glass with tap water and chugged it back, choking as a sudden fist colliding with my door caused the loudest knock I had ever heard. I knew who it was before his voice drifted into my apartment, but still I stood frozen in my kitchen.

“Kai! Open up, now!” He called, and I think I whimpered. This wasn’t fair. I hadn’t been expecting this. I had been expecting Aoi, looking for somewhere to stay, not Uruha looked for someone to blame. Nevertheless, I swallowed my nervousness and made my way to the door. It’s not like I was going to run away from this. I knew I deserved it.

Once the door was unlocked, I had to jump back from the force in which Uruha burst it open. The frail wooden door rattled against the wall, and for a moment I thought it was going to fall off the hinges. Regardless, my eyes travelled to Uruha, who looked a bit worse for wear to say the least. His usually prim and proper hair was dishevelled, his breathing was ragged and the areas around his eyes were red and blotchy. He had been crying, probably the whole way here too.

“You.” He spat with so much venom, I could taste it. “You’ve ruined everything.” 

He stepped forward and slapped me, my cheek immediately flaring up and stinging with such intensity that I had to squeeze my eyes shut. Then he stood back and put his hands on his hips, his next words laced with sarcasm.

“You want to hear something that will make your day even better?” He said, his voice slightly shaking. “Just a few minutes before Aoi told me what you did, do you know what I asked him?”

I didn’t want to anger him even more, so I just shook my head and averted my gaze from him. “I asked him to marry me. I bet that makes you feel better, doesn’t it?” I think I gasped. I don’t know what shocked me more; someone besides me marrying Aoi, or the thought of how Uruha must be feeling after going through that. I looked at him through my bangs, unsure of what to say.

“You. Always acting so innocent, but really you lust after what’s not yours.” He continued, and I looked away. It wasn’t like that… things had just gotten out of hand in Paris. It’s not like I had meant for it to happen.

“But the truth is,” Uruha went on and I could tell he was crying again. “You’ve taken the most important thing in my life.” His voice was weak now, and I couldn’t help but cry with him. He was right, after all. “I have nothing to live for anymore. Does that make you happy?” 

It didn’t. I wasn’t happy at all. “Does it?!” He suddenly shouted as he stepped towards me again, his hands raised. I braced myself for whatever he was about to do. Slap me. Beat me. Kick me. Kill me. It didn’t matter anymore. 

But nothing happened. I looked up at him to see that he was crying again, his hand falling limply to his side. He turned and headed for the door before stopping. “As of now,” He said, not even turning to look at me again. “Our friendship is over.”

I stepped after him. I couldn’t leave it end this way. I couldn’t leave Uruha just walk out of my life and never speak to him again. I had to make things right. “Uruha, please.” I tried, but he stiffened, causing me to silence myself.

“It’s Kouyou to you.” 

And with that, he left. I knew what that meant. Our friendship… it was really over. Forever.


Was this really so bad? I had given up a lot for Reita, but lying in his arms made it almost worth it. The sun was warm against my skin, and Reita’s arms around my waist caused a smile that I just couldn’t get off my face. He hummed from behind me, and I laughed softly at his contentedness.

“I bet you don’t mind my ‘stupid actions’ now, right?” I asked him and he laughed that deep chuckle that I loved so much. “They were still very stupid. But I can’t stay mad at you forever, can I?” I couldn’t help but hum in agreement as he kissed the back of my neck softly. 

“Ruki.” I heard a voice and for a moment I thought it was Reita. “Ruki please wake up.” Who was that voice again? It sounded faintly familiar, like I had heard it in a past life. “Please wake up. I need you. I need you so much.”

Reita stiffened behind me before sitting up. He looked back at me and I followed him. Who was this person talking to me? “Ruki… why are you gone? Why?” I looked at Reita, confused.

“Who is that?” I asked him, and he bit his lip before looking away. He knew who it was, but he wasn’t going to tell me? I stood up and closed my eyes, my head turned towards the sky, so I could focus on the voice, so I could search my memories for this person.

“Aoi’s gone. Kai’s gone. You can’t leave me too.” Another string of sobs. Aoi… Kai… who were they again? Did I know them? I think I did… but, I couldn’t remember. Black hair. Dark eyes. Which one was the tall one again? I opened my eyes and looked around at the magnificent flowers that surrounded me. Was it worth it? I had been here in this meadow for so long… What exactly had I given up for this? The only thing that filled my mind was Reita. He was the only person I knew, right? We had been made for each other. He was my life, but… was he all there was to my life? I turned around to see him stand up and dust himself off.

“It’s me, Uruha. Please wake up.” 

Uruha. Blonde hair. Tall. Dark eyes. That was Uruha. I remembered. I remember my best friend. Or… one of my best friends? The tears came. Why couldn’t I remember my friends? I felt Reita’s arms wrap around my waist as I cried. 

Uruha needed me. I had to wake up. I had to wake up right now. But how? How? I turned around and buried my face in Reita’s shoulder. I had done something stupid. I had given up my life for Reita and it was only now I realised that I shouldn’t have.

Yes, I still loved him. Yes, I still wanted to be with him forever. But I also wanted to remember my friends. I also wanted to be with my friends, especially when they needed me. It was only now I understood that I couldn’t have both. It was either one or the other, and I had to make a decision before things got any worse. Before I forgot everything completely.


After visiting Ruki, I knew what I had to do. 

The pain about Aoi and Kai would go away in time, but what was the point? Living. What was the point? If I never moved forward, there would never be a past. There would never be any memories to cry about, be them happy of sad. So why not end things now, while I still could?

I pulled the piece of paper Ruki had slipped into my hand last month, when he had been on the verge of consciousness. It had obviously meant a lot to him if he used his last bit of strength to give it to me, yet… I hadn’t read it yet. What if it said goodbye? What if it said ‘save me’? What was I suppose to do after I’d read it? I unfolded it slowly and took a breath before looking down at it.

Dear Uruha,
I know, you’re probably surprised. If you’re reading this, that means I’ve succeeded in what I wanted to do, or I’m dead. I never wanted to hurt you like this, but… there is something inside my head. Well, someone, actual. I love him, Uruha. I love him so much, and I’m sorry that I had to give you up to be with him. I know I’ll probably never get to see you again. I’ll never get to see any of you again, but you can see me everyday. I’m always in that hospital, and I can hear every word you say to me. I’ll always be listening to you, and I will never forget you. 

I know it’s probably out of place for me to ask you this, but please, do not pull the plug. I don’t want to die, that was not my intention and it never was. I’m sorry if I caused you pain, truly, I am, but this is just something I have to do.
Goodbye, ‘Ruha. I will miss you.

I sat on a bench outside the train station with nothing but the clothes on my back and Ruki’s letter in my hand. No bags, no ticket. I wouldn’t need them anyway. The next train was coming in fifteen minutes. The only place to go from here was up.


A/N;; Eh, hello everyone! I was in a good mood before writing this. I put on all my saddest songs (listened to Juunanasai and Okuribi like ten times omg -sobbu-) to get me into the mood, and hopefully I pulled off the feeling of melancholy that I wanted in this chapter. But now I feel like poop :C 

Anyway, all the comments on the last chapter made me feel really good! It’s been nearly a year since I started writing this fic, so I’m glad that people are actually reading and enjoying it ^-^/ Please keep commenting. If I made any mistakes anywhere, whether they’re in grammar or general plot holes, please tell me! Tell me what to work on, or even what you want for Christmas! Anything!

Thank you for reading. Have a great day! :3