Title: The Luck of The Draw
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kayjayloves
Chapter: 1/?
Pairing: Reita/Kai (main) (more to be said in the future...)
Band: The Gazette, An Cafe, Miyavi
Genre: AU highschool age fic, romance, humor (a bit of angst in this chapter)
Rating: PG13
Warning: A teensy bit of cussing, Kai angst (more of pity for himself).
Disclaimer: Still wouldn't be stalking them if I owned these bands...
Synopsis: When Kai, a successful private school student, is caught at the scene of a crime, he gets into more than he bargained for. Sentenced to do community service at Marvilles Boy's Home for Troubled Teens, he meets the deliquents of his town, and finds himself falling for one of them...
Notes: Yay, it's my first chapter fic! Don't ask where it came from, I'm not quite sure myself... Anyways, I hope it's okay! Also, whole fic so far is in Kai's POV.
I didn't steal the car. I didn't steal the car.
It's my war chant as the officer briefs me on my community service.
I didn't steal the car. I swear I didn't steal the car!
My dad sits with my stepmom in the corner of the dark office. I can tell from the look in his eyes he's shocked, and not at all pleased. The Uke family holds a fine, respectable place in the town hierarchy.
"-You'll start tomorrow, Yutaka."
The officer is finished speaking, sending me a stern glance. I want to scream at him, I didn't steal the car. Instead, I stand up, my head hanging. What have you gotten yourself into, Kai? The top student, a star soccer player, forced to do community service for being caught at the scene of a crime. Why didn't you just tell the police why you were out walking this late at night? Why are you sitting here in the police station being sentenced 'guilty'? I shook my head. I didn't steal the car.
We've left the station, my father and stepmother silently staring out the front windshield. It was starting to rain, a soft pitter patter against the car. I leaned up against the window, staring out at the dark night.
Let the rain wash away today.
When I woke up in the morning, my head was throbbing. Last night still seemed like a bad dream, and I couldn't quite remember if it had really happened or not. A quick glance at my nightstand tells me it was real enough, the papers detailing my service are still lying there. Sighing, I pick up the front sheet. I'd like more than anything to rip it to shreads, but I've always been too responsible. Too much of a wimp.
Grabbing my glasses, I took a good look at my orders. Apparently, I was to help out at the Mervilles Boy's Home for Troubled Teens. Wait... a home for delinquents? I'll be slaughtered! At my own private school I was good-naturedly teased for my slender figure and slightly feminine features. How seriously could someone looking like me be taken at a home for delinquents? And, quiet frankly, in my mind they're criminals! Absolute criminals! Okay... don't panic, Kai.
"Yutaka?" My stepmother called, knocking on the door.
"It's Kai!" I replied. "Come in."
"You know I don't approve of that silly nickname." She scolded, bustling into my half-cleaned bedroom. "I know it came from your sister, but still..."
She took a good look at me, a frown creasing her weathered face. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"I'm fine." I flashed a quick smile at her, mentally scolding myself for panicking.
"Well, get a move on, your first community service time is in half an hour!" She finished rooting through my closet, handed me some clothes, and hustled out the door.
I glanced down at the clothes. Plain maroon shirt, simple but form fitting jeans. At least I'd go to my doom looking nice.
The Marsilles Boy's Home for Troubled Teens was a large, white house that looked way too big to be my sentence for inevitable torture. Carefully tugging the wrinkles out of my shirt, I looked around. The grounds were pretty bare but clean, except for some graffiti on the walls of what looked like a shed.
Bracing myself, I opened one of the heavy front doors and stepped inside. A receptionist was chatting away on the phone while rummaging through a file drawer. She took one glance at me, pointed to a volunteer badge on the desk and turned her back.
"Okay..." I shrugged, looking around for a pen. After I scribbled Kai onto the badge, I looked back at the receptionist.
"What do I-" She sent me a glare, successfully shutting me up. With a quick flick of her wrist, she pointed to a door on the left.
"Thank you." I replied. I had always been taught to be polite.
The room I'd been pointed to turned out to be the kitchen. In the next few minutes I learned that the number of boys currently rooming at the house was more than the regular kitchen staff could handle, and they greatly need some help. I was soon hustled into serving duty, after being told that 'anyone could do that job!'
That's how I found myself wearing plastic gloves and a battered apron about three sizes too big. (which I'm sure made me look even punier than I already was.) The room was set up in a cafeteria style, with a line to get food and plenty of large tables to eat at. Fidgeting, I watched the ...food in front of me slowly simmer in large vats. Man, and I thought my private school had bad food.
"Hey, hey!" Someone crowed, "Fresh meat!"
I looked up from behind the counter, staring at the line of boys that was suddenly forming. The speaker had been a boy with dark hair and a cheeky grin. His tone suggested teasing, but his eyes were intent, as though he was waiting to catalog and memorize my response.
"Hey Aoi! You're not allowed to eat him. He's way too cute for that!" A tall, light-brunette slung an arm around the guy, Aoi's, shoulders. "Besides, there's plenty of good food right in front of you."
The brunette detached himself from Aoi, pulled a tray seemingly out of nowhere and exclaimed,
"Lasagna, peaches and pie for me."
"Uruha!" A short, dark blond boy squealed. Apparently, the tray really hadn't appeared out of nowhere - It had been his.
"Mikuuu, it wasn't my fault you're terrible at keeping your hands on things. I don't believe you would've been caught if you hadn't dropped half the merchandise you tried to steal!"
Miku stopped mid squeal, glared at the grinning blond, and stormed off in the opposite direction. Aoi and Uruha promptly cracked up.
I finally remembered what I was supposed to be doing and slopped some of the supposed 'food' onto Uruha's tray. Lasagna, peaches, and pie. What a weird combination. He grinned at me, nudged Aoi out of the way, and the line started to move.
When everyone had finally been served, the kitchen staff sentenced me to cleanup duty. I was washing down tables when I happened to overhear (read: eavesdrop on) Uruha and Aoi from earlier in the lunchline. They were sitting with a little blond sourly poking his food, and another blond with spiky hair who had his back turned to me.
"So Aoi, where's your brother? I haven't seen him anywhere today."
"He's visiting our dearest foster parents."
"Oh. Fun..." Uruha dug into his pie. The blond next to him was fidgeting with something on his face, but I still couldn't get a good look at him.
"Why do you still wear that, Reita? It makes you look like you have a disease that's contagious or something..."
"It's because he thinks it makes him look badass." The little blond muttered, snickering. A moment later he yelped, and I moved a bit closer to see what had happened. Unfortunately, I had forgotten about the bottle of cleaner on the table, and knocked it off as I moved.
The loud clatter made the four at the table turn around and stare at me. I blushed, muttered something about 'being clumsy' and hurriedly picked up the bottle. Standing up, I finally got a good look at the blond named Reita. Before I could think to stop myself, I blurted out,
"Why the heck are you wearing that thing on your nose?"
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Author's Notes: :D First chapter done! Yes, I did stick An Cafe and Gazette together in the same fic (shoot me :P) and there's more of An Cafe (and miyavi!) to come. I'm not quite sure who the pairings are yet (other than the main one..) but they'll come in the future.
I wrote this all in about two hours or so, so i apologize for any mistakes. Comments will be greatly appreciated, and as always, met with smothers of hugs n' loves!
Author:
kayjayloves Chapter: 1/?
Pairing: Reita/Kai (main) (more to be said in the future...)
Band: The Gazette, An Cafe, Miyavi
Genre: AU highschool age fic, romance, humor (a bit of angst in this chapter)
Rating: PG13
Warning: A teensy bit of cussing, Kai angst (more of pity for himself).
Disclaimer: Still wouldn't be stalking them if I owned these bands...
Synopsis: When Kai, a successful private school student, is caught at the scene of a crime, he gets into more than he bargained for. Sentenced to do community service at Marvilles Boy's Home for Troubled Teens, he meets the deliquents of his town, and finds himself falling for one of them...
Notes: Yay, it's my first chapter fic! Don't ask where it came from, I'm not quite sure myself... Anyways, I hope it's okay! Also, whole fic so far is in Kai's POV.
I didn't steal the car. I didn't steal the car.
It's my war chant as the officer briefs me on my community service.
I didn't steal the car. I swear I didn't steal the car!
My dad sits with my stepmom in the corner of the dark office. I can tell from the look in his eyes he's shocked, and not at all pleased. The Uke family holds a fine, respectable place in the town hierarchy.
"-You'll start tomorrow, Yutaka."
The officer is finished speaking, sending me a stern glance. I want to scream at him, I didn't steal the car. Instead, I stand up, my head hanging. What have you gotten yourself into, Kai? The top student, a star soccer player, forced to do community service for being caught at the scene of a crime. Why didn't you just tell the police why you were out walking this late at night? Why are you sitting here in the police station being sentenced 'guilty'? I shook my head. I didn't steal the car.
We've left the station, my father and stepmother silently staring out the front windshield. It was starting to rain, a soft pitter patter against the car. I leaned up against the window, staring out at the dark night.
Let the rain wash away today.
When I woke up in the morning, my head was throbbing. Last night still seemed like a bad dream, and I couldn't quite remember if it had really happened or not. A quick glance at my nightstand tells me it was real enough, the papers detailing my service are still lying there. Sighing, I pick up the front sheet. I'd like more than anything to rip it to shreads, but I've always been too responsible. Too much of a wimp.
Grabbing my glasses, I took a good look at my orders. Apparently, I was to help out at the Mervilles Boy's Home for Troubled Teens. Wait... a home for delinquents? I'll be slaughtered! At my own private school I was good-naturedly teased for my slender figure and slightly feminine features. How seriously could someone looking like me be taken at a home for delinquents? And, quiet frankly, in my mind they're criminals! Absolute criminals! Okay... don't panic, Kai.
"Yutaka?" My stepmother called, knocking on the door.
"It's Kai!" I replied. "Come in."
"You know I don't approve of that silly nickname." She scolded, bustling into my half-cleaned bedroom. "I know it came from your sister, but still..."
She took a good look at me, a frown creasing her weathered face. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost!"
"I'm fine." I flashed a quick smile at her, mentally scolding myself for panicking.
"Well, get a move on, your first community service time is in half an hour!" She finished rooting through my closet, handed me some clothes, and hustled out the door.
I glanced down at the clothes. Plain maroon shirt, simple but form fitting jeans. At least I'd go to my doom looking nice.
The Marsilles Boy's Home for Troubled Teens was a large, white house that looked way too big to be my sentence for inevitable torture. Carefully tugging the wrinkles out of my shirt, I looked around. The grounds were pretty bare but clean, except for some graffiti on the walls of what looked like a shed.
Bracing myself, I opened one of the heavy front doors and stepped inside. A receptionist was chatting away on the phone while rummaging through a file drawer. She took one glance at me, pointed to a volunteer badge on the desk and turned her back.
"Okay..." I shrugged, looking around for a pen. After I scribbled Kai onto the badge, I looked back at the receptionist.
"What do I-" She sent me a glare, successfully shutting me up. With a quick flick of her wrist, she pointed to a door on the left.
"Thank you." I replied. I had always been taught to be polite.
The room I'd been pointed to turned out to be the kitchen. In the next few minutes I learned that the number of boys currently rooming at the house was more than the regular kitchen staff could handle, and they greatly need some help. I was soon hustled into serving duty, after being told that 'anyone could do that job!'
That's how I found myself wearing plastic gloves and a battered apron about three sizes too big. (which I'm sure made me look even punier than I already was.) The room was set up in a cafeteria style, with a line to get food and plenty of large tables to eat at. Fidgeting, I watched the ...food in front of me slowly simmer in large vats. Man, and I thought my private school had bad food.
"Hey, hey!" Someone crowed, "Fresh meat!"
I looked up from behind the counter, staring at the line of boys that was suddenly forming. The speaker had been a boy with dark hair and a cheeky grin. His tone suggested teasing, but his eyes were intent, as though he was waiting to catalog and memorize my response.
"Hey Aoi! You're not allowed to eat him. He's way too cute for that!" A tall, light-brunette slung an arm around the guy, Aoi's, shoulders. "Besides, there's plenty of good food right in front of you."
The brunette detached himself from Aoi, pulled a tray seemingly out of nowhere and exclaimed,
"Lasagna, peaches and pie for me."
"Uruha!" A short, dark blond boy squealed. Apparently, the tray really hadn't appeared out of nowhere - It had been his.
"Mikuuu, it wasn't my fault you're terrible at keeping your hands on things. I don't believe you would've been caught if you hadn't dropped half the merchandise you tried to steal!"
Miku stopped mid squeal, glared at the grinning blond, and stormed off in the opposite direction. Aoi and Uruha promptly cracked up.
I finally remembered what I was supposed to be doing and slopped some of the supposed 'food' onto Uruha's tray. Lasagna, peaches, and pie. What a weird combination. He grinned at me, nudged Aoi out of the way, and the line started to move.
When everyone had finally been served, the kitchen staff sentenced me to cleanup duty. I was washing down tables when I happened to overhear (read: eavesdrop on) Uruha and Aoi from earlier in the lunchline. They were sitting with a little blond sourly poking his food, and another blond with spiky hair who had his back turned to me.
"So Aoi, where's your brother? I haven't seen him anywhere today."
"He's visiting our dearest foster parents."
"Oh. Fun..." Uruha dug into his pie. The blond next to him was fidgeting with something on his face, but I still couldn't get a good look at him.
"Why do you still wear that, Reita? It makes you look like you have a disease that's contagious or something..."
"It's because he thinks it makes him look badass." The little blond muttered, snickering. A moment later he yelped, and I moved a bit closer to see what had happened. Unfortunately, I had forgotten about the bottle of cleaner on the table, and knocked it off as I moved.
The loud clatter made the four at the table turn around and stare at me. I blushed, muttered something about 'being clumsy' and hurriedly picked up the bottle. Standing up, I finally got a good look at the blond named Reita. Before I could think to stop myself, I blurted out,
"Why the heck are you wearing that thing on your nose?"
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Author's Notes: :D First chapter done! Yes, I did stick An Cafe and Gazette together in the same fic (shoot me :P) and there's more of An Cafe (and miyavi!) to come. I'm not quite sure who the pairings are yet (other than the main one..) but they'll come in the future.
I wrote this all in about two hours or so, so i apologize for any mistakes. Comments will be greatly appreciated, and as always, met with smothers of hugs n' loves!
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