re-writting: DO NOT READ BEFORE "ALLERGY ATTACK" Spam because i know you're going to.
I HAVE CHANGED MY PEN NAME TO "nanozei" TEEHEE.
First time I write a fiction in only one character's perspective…
WARNING: CONTAINS GUY X GUY (i.e. Yaoi) DO NOT LIKE? DO NOT READ.
-YOU CAN READ MY FICTION "Rotten Daughter of a Witch" TO UNDERSTAND 80% OF THIS STORY. IF YOU DON'T, YOU'LL JUST DISCOVER IT AS YOU READ. THIS IS A SEQUEL TO RDW. AND IS ENTIERLY RE-BASED ON IT.
Based on the song: "A Tale of Six Trillion and One Nights" by IA, and a certain book. Realised it was very much like RDW. Hope you enjoy.
ERMMM…the more I write, the more this fiction seems like Anti-Akaito x Dell…but don't worry, it's still my fav couple.
"Okay, dive, one lap, under-turn, one lap, repeat. Everyone ready?"
The white-haired professor shot a fake gun in the air, making everyone jump into the water.
He watched with his ruby-red eyes as the boys did their lap, did an underwater turn and raced back, doing another turn.
He appeared to be watching them all to others, but actually, he was watching one in particular.
Being a health and sport teacher in a midst of teenage idiots wasn't the best job he ever had, but frankly, since he had caught the sight of one...special teenager…he couldn't stop thinking about him.
What am I even doing…? He thought to himself, yelling at the boys to do another lap. He's nineteen. I'm twenty-four. He's a student, and I'm his teacher! Fuck!
He eventually let the teens go back to the lockers, hearing them complain about cramps and stomach pain that he was sure they were going to go see him about later. Sucks being both Sport and health. Since that pissed him off, he snapped at them, making sure that they knew that if he saw anyone one of them in his infirmary with a cramp, they'd go home castrated. It made the green-haired teen he had his eyes on giggle, and he blushed slightly, coughing to mask it.
He sighed as they all left.
Also sucks being in love with a teen that could never love me back. He thought to himself. Sucks that he'll never be able to love me as much as I love him.
But he wasn't complaining.
He saw Mikuo every day, after all. Mikuo…He loved his name.
The said teen was pretty peculiar. He said he had started having visions of someone else's life, and described it as something resembling the Victorian era, and all that since the teen had been able to talk. At nineteen, he didn't stop talking about it, and was scarily accurate about things happening in that era, and the details of a certain country, formerly called "Crypton", made famous by a mysterious fire that had killed all the inhabitants.
Mikuo often said that Dell resembled someone he knew in those visions, so his psychologist had left the teen in the white-haired's care, since he clammed up with others, but never with Dell.
What also struck them is his extreme and unusual intelligence, because for a nineteen-year-old, he had the intelligence of a computer.
Dell had wanted to test this, so he asked Mikuo his ambitions, his dreams.
"I want to find someone who'll love me." He answered. "Someone who likes flowers. Who would help me grow a nice garden?"
It had made Dell's heart skip. He had always been weirdly fond of those things, and had quite a nice garden himself. Gulping, he asked what his career choice would be.
"Umm…" he answered "Politics, maybe? In my visions, I see Princes and Kings. I think I may have been a Prince back then. But it's so hard…I don't think I could ever make that dream come true from scratch."
"You can if you try." Dell had said quietly. "Here, give me a penny."
Mikuo obliged, and curiously looked over when the doctor placed it in the centre of the floor, smiling.
"Tell me, Mikuo Hatsune." He said calmly. "How many pennies does it take to make a cube of 3 x 27,300 feet?"
The green-haired looked surprised for a bit, but then looked at the penny, and said clearly: "One quintillion, sixty-seven trillion, eighty-eight billion, three-hundred and…eighty-four million…"
Dell's eyes widened.
"Amazing." He said. "You're absolutely sodding brilliant."
Mikuo blushed slightly and thanked him, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt.
"What I mean by this, Mikuo, is that one quintillion pennies all start from a single one." He pointed at the penny on the ground. "One day, this one penny will be one of a quintillion."
"You mean I can start from scratch." Mikuo realised, his eyes brightening in delight, "That I can build a cube of One Quintillion pennies starting with nothing but one."
Dell nodded, and suddenly felt like kissing the teen's forehead, to congratulate him. He shook off the thought. Since he had seen Mikuo for the first time, he had started feeling weird things…first, he had fallen in love with the teen, but then he realised something else…something like Déja Vu.
He felt like he had already taken the teen in his arms and that he had already kissed him. Already…done things to him.
Blushing, he looked away, mumbling something quickly. He started feeling something annoying grow in the pit of his stomach, and he knew that Mikuo had to leave in the next minutes, or…
"I'm sorry." Mikuo said softly. "I didn't quite catch that."
Dell waved his hand around, saying it was nothing and that the teen should head to class before his teacher decided he was dead and called the police. Mikuo laughed and left, but turned as he reached the door.
"I really do recognize you from that time, Doc." He said. "And I think that the me from that time…"
His voice trailed off, and he squirmed, than ran off, blushing.
Dell stood there, stunned.
What? His mind yelled, what did the you of that time think?
His head started hurting, and he went to the window and opened it, taking out a cigarette as he did. Smoking was bad, they said. Dell didn't give a damn, and who the hell is 'them' anyway?
He nearly swallowed his cigarette when he heard the door crash open and swift, quick steps walking up to him and strong arms circling him from behind.
"Close the door if you're going to that, idiot." Dell growled, closing the window and blinds. "And I told you not to smash my door into the wall and break it off its hinges."
"Sorry!" The man said, going back to close it. "You sure are happy today. Did something good happen?"
The doctor exhaled the toxic smoke into the room and stubbed out the cigarette, cursing under his breath.
He felt the arms come around him once more and pick him up, making him cross his legs behind the man's back so he didn't fall, and stared into the man's red eyes.
"Not now Akaito." Dell said, pushing him. "I've just seen Mikuo. Leave me in my happy place."
"But Dell!" Akaito whined, pulling the elder one's head closer to him. "We said that we'd do this when you met Mikuo and I met Miku. Because you only get a quarter of the pleasure when doing things alone."
When you put it like that it sounds totally gross. Dell thought, trying to push the other one's head away.
"Besides." Dell took up, "I don't feel like having my prostate pounded right now. So leave me alone."
"So direct…maybe I should fall for you." Akaito smirked, carrying the smaller one to one of the infirmary's bed. "Miku is just so…stubborn. She never understands my advances."
"Humpf!" Dell huffed, laughter in his voice, "She never understands? Mikuo keeps on going on about an era he could never have seen! I bet that he—"
Before being able to continue, Akaito pushed him onto the bed and silenced any protest Dell could have made with a hot kiss.
The white-haired was shocked, but started to slowly push the red-head away, trying to break them apart. He was about to bite the tongue that had managed to enter his mouth, but he froze when he remembered what Akaito had told him so many months ago.
He let the younger one undo his buttons and sighed, letting himself go.
It had all started off as blackmail.
"What?" Dell yelled, trying to push the red-head away. "No! I won't sleep with you!"
Akaito's eyes darkened. "Not even for Mikuo?" he asked coldly
Dell stared at him dangerously. "Leave my student out of this." He said.
Akaito chuckled.
"I only want to help you." He explained. "You feel frustrated because you can't be with Mikuo, right? It's the same for me and Miku. All I want is for us to, you know, release frustration."
The white-haired looked surprised for a second, and even looked like he was considering it.
"I…I don't know." He said. "Isn't that like cheating on him?" He said slowly, looking at the ceiling.
Akaito smirked. "Cheating on a boyfriend you don't even have?" he laughed, pinning Dell to the wall. "Hmm, well, it's not like you have a choice."
"Oh, and why ever not?" Dell growled.
"Because." Akaito said darkly. "If you don't, I'll murder him."
He had…ways of proving that he hadn't been joking. Mikuo had visited Dell's office with horrid burns caused by falling sulphuric acid that had been placed in a closed door. He had also been pushed in the stairs more than once.
Since then Dell started sleeping with Akaito. As soon as he did, Mikuo had stopped being hurt, but the green-haired, since the beginning, acted as if nothing ever happened. He went to the infirmary, smiling from ear to ear, even excusinghimself with having to visit so often.
A few days later, and Dell still felt the pain Akaito had inflicted on him. It was never soft or gentle. It was always something close to BDSM without any…tools. And it hurt like a bitch.
He wasn't going to complain, thought. He loved Mikuo too much for that.
Oh god, Mikuo was getting dimmer by the second. He was bored listening to his talk about this "Crypton". It was just an old town drowned in fire.
As the green-haired visited that day, Dell had to stop himself from jumping out of his chair.
The teen looked like a zombie. He sat on the chair opposite Dell and held himself, emotionless.
"What's wrong?" Dell said, taking Mikuo's hand "Did something bad happen? Are you hurt?"
He sighed when the teen shook his head slowly, keeping his light-less eyes glued onto his.
"I can see a great field of flowers burning in the sunset…" he whispered, staring into Dell's eyes. "I can hear an inhuman scream…my scream."
Dell froze.
Mikuo was having one of his infamous visions…but…everyone had always thought he was lying?
"Before that, a man visited me in my lonely cell." He continued. "It was you. You're angry and sad. You say you don't want to believe the truth. But the truth is ultimate."
"Stop!" Dell yelled, shaking him. "You're being delusional. Stop it this instant!"
"So easy to mix!" Mikuo yelled, burying his head in his hands "Our names are so easy to mix!"
He shook violently, and he looked up at Dell, surprise in his eyes.
"What do you mean by that…?" the doc asked gently, his mind in complete turmoil. "Dell and Mikuo are not easy names to mix."
Mikuo continued staring at him, and smiled sweetly.
"Uhh, doc." He asked. "How did I get here?"
Dell nearly slapped him.
"Oi…" he said, a frown forming on his forehead. "Uh…"
He shook his head and told the teen the truth, keeping his hand in his own. The younger one listened carefully, his smile disappearing.
He shot up, and started walking backwards towards the door, holding his head low.
"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I'm sorry. I was…it wasn't me who…did that…"
"Mikuo?"
Dell got up and tried to get him to sit and calm down, but the teen shook his head and let out a small 'Myooooo…'
"Mikuo, please." Dell said softly. "Come here."
"There's a man, he, I…" he says, panicking without hearing the doctor. "A Rose in the mist…he says he loves me…I love him too!"
Dell heard his heart start to break.
What…?
"Please…I don't want him to hate me…" Mikuo continued, his eyes crazed and filled with unhappiness. "I don't…want him to hate…and that man was-"
The Doctor slapped him, hard, putting Mikuo back in his head.
"Snap out of it at once." He said darkly. "And get out now."
Mikuo was stunned, and he obeyed without a single word, his eyes filled with surprise.
When he was in the corridor, Dell heard him start to cry, hiding his face. He felt bad.
But the teen had made him so angry!
"I knew he liked someone else…" He whispered to himself. "I'm just surprised it's a guy…no, he said 'man'…"
Then he started to cry too, because now he knew he really was never going to be able to love him.
Later on that day, he noticed Mikuo was missing, and when he arrived back in his infirmary after visiting a fallen teen and telling him off, he found Akaito standing there, waiting.
"What are you doing?" he said calmly, knowing exactly what he was doing. He was hiding something.
"Oi."
Akaito whipped around quickly, and gave a small laugh.
"Dell." He said. "I've been waiting, you know."
The white-haired found that suspicious immediately.
Akaito did not wait. He grabbed and pulled away.
Dell went around him, but was pulled back quickly into a kiss, shocking him so much he made the error of biting his tongue, earning him with a strikingly painful slap, powerful enough to make him stagger back and crash onto the table next to him, a hand against his bruised cheek.
"What…" he yelled to the red-head "What was that for?"
Akaito smirked.
"Learn your place." He growled back "I'll do something to make you feel good…to make you want it, whoever it's with…" he ended the sentence with a kiss on his neck, watching the door closely.
His hand slipped under the doctor's shirt, teasing him gently, his mouth still nipping and bruising his neck until a large, purple-black mark appeared.
"E-Excuse me…"
Both froze.
Dell tried to get up, but Akaito's hands pushed him against the wall.
"Mikuo!" Dell yelled, seeing the teen watch them with a flushed face. "No! This…this isn't-"
Akaito silenced him with a kiss. Right there. Right in front of Mikuo.
"I know you've had your eyes on my Dell for a while, Mikuo Hatsune". The red-head growled at the teen. "But he's mine."
"I'll be leaving." Mikuo said quickly, before stepping backwards and running towards the door.
"Hey Mikuo wait!" Dell yelled, managing to escape Akaito's grip.
He was about to run after him, but he suddenly felt a harsh yank at his pony-tail, ripping his hair-tie out and was thrown to the ground brutally, letting out a small shriek.
"You're staying here." Akaito growled.
He got up and left, locking the door from the outside as he did.
"No!" Dell yelled, running up to bang on the door. "No…"
He let himself slide to the ground, knowing Mikuo would hate him now…taking his head in his hands, he sighed, thinking about the green-haired teen. He knew from the start it wouldn't work anyway. He was too old for him.
He felt his hair fall against his face. Brushing it away, he caught site of his cabinet, and a weird object on top of it he hadn't noticed before.
"What…?" he said quietly as he reached for the object, which happened to be some sort of mallet.
He blew the dust off of it, and it honestly looked thousands of years old. Opening it, thinking whatever was inside would be rotten or destroyed, he was surprised to find pictures and a dictionary filled with pages of dry flowers.
He flit through the flowers, expertly naming each one in his mind, happy to have something to calm him down. He had always thought flowers reminded him of someone, he just couldn't quite understand who.
Then he looked at the pictures.
They were old and Victorian-looking people stood in the middle, all smiling.
Once Dell brushed away the dust and looked at the picture closely, his eyes squinting behind his glasses, he saw something that made him jump up and drop the mallet, making an awful sound as it hit the ground.
"What the fuck…" he said urgently. "What the fuck is going on…?"
He picked up the pictures and stared at each one.
On one, he recognized his twin sister Deruko. On another, he recognized his elder half-sister Haku. On yet another, with great disgust, he recognized Miku and Akaito.
Then, he saw a picture where he swore he could recognize Luki Megurine with a girl he didn't know, but the boy was younger. On another, he recognized Lily, who was holding a donkey. He saw that in each of their hands, there was a flower…Irises. "Your friendship is important to me!"
And finally, on the last one, which was clasped to a newspaper page with a new clip, a picture of himself, with, by his side, Mikuo Hatsune, their hands enlaced.
Dell blushed.
Nothing of this was understandable. He had never taken any pictures in a Victorian rich-like suit, and then again, had never taken a picture with his hand in Mikuo's. Besides, Dell knew that he himself hadn't actually smiled for years and years on end. The Dell in the picture was giving a sincere smile; it was even proud and gentle.
He took the newspaper and read.
The great fire of Crypton.
"No one really understands what happened to those poor people." Our journalist says. "All we know is that there are absolutely no survivors. Some rumours of siblings and cousins across the country say that a witch had been discovered and was to be burnt at the stake that very day. Our scientists say that an unusually strong wind had blown into a fire that was being used for a flower festival that day, and had spread in the entirety of the town."
"It is said that a witch keeps the memories of their death throughout all generations as they receive the heritage of their parents when they die. Who knows?"
"Maybe the witch is nearby."
Dell threw the newspaper down and sighed, taking off his glasses to wipe them.
Witches…nonsense.
But then he thought about it.
Mikuo's strange knowledge of the burnt town…the fact that he was so intelligent…
"Assuming that he is…" he told himself, putting the mallet and pictures away, but keeping the one of him and Mikuo In his pocket. "Well, it's so illogical…witches don't exist."
He screeched when he door was thrown open by a teen in a nurse uniform, smiling at the doctor, before giving out a cry of surprise.
"What, Luki." Dell grumbled at the nurse-in-training, not being able to help to want to smile back, even though he knew he wouldn't. The pink-haired teen was just precious.
"It's your hair." He said with his blue eyes staring at him. "You look really sexy with your hair down, you know."
Dell shot him a death glare and snapped at him to get back to work, or he'd have to go home with only half of a brain.
Would Mikuo notice if I let my hair free? He wondered, not noticing what Luki was doing.
When he turned around, the pink-haired had opened the mallet and had started running his hands through the pictures.
Dell was about to yell at him, but Luki turned around and pushed him onto a chair.
"I see you found the mallet." He sighed, acting as if he knew it would happen.
"Do you know something about this?"
Luki hesitated and checked his watch, fidgeting constantly as he did when he was nervous.
"Hey Dell…" he said gently. "Do you believe in curses?"
"I…no." The white-haired responded, staring at the mallet.
Dell felt like throwing Luki out or calling some imaginary security to scare him, but he knew it wouldn't work.
"Dell," Luki marked a pause. "I know everything about what's in this mallet. When i…no, when he was killed, I was revived from memories…my entire family has been crushed by his memories of that person. That Mikuo."
The doctor stared at him, now intrigued by this young man.
"And why are you telling me this?" Dell asked softly, watching his every move.
"Dammit!" Luki exclaimed. "Because I want to get rid of the fucking curse! I can't stand it anymore! Every single second of my life I have to live over and over the suffering I had to go through as a child just because of a friend he had kept dear!"
The red-eyed man wanted to slap him, to shake him back into place. "What are you going on about?" he yelled. "How can you be alive if your ancestor died as a child?"
Luki stared at him, tears forming at his eyes.
"Like I said!" he yelled back "I was cursed, because I was Mikuo's friend! The very moment he died, I was born in this era; he wanted to save me, but…I wanted you to be reborn first…the only way to get rid of the curse is to put things right. I have to find my sister, and you…you have to get Mikuo to fall for you."
"I can't!" Dell yelled again, his voice suddenly overcome by sadness. "He saw…me and Akaito…he probably never wants to speak to me again!"
"I'm sorry. I really wish I could help you, but I have to find my sister."
Dell clenched his fists.
"Whatever."
"Please, Dell. I can't stand this anymore. You have to do this for me…I used to be a good friend of yours, in those times."
"How are you going to find your sister?" Dell asked. He heard a voice in his head. Luka. Luka. "Her name was…Luka?"
Luki smiled gently.
"Her name is Luka." He said softly. "If you see any signs of her, then please…"
Dell was about to yell after him but the pink-haired had nodded and left, leaving the doctor alone.
Dell tried the door and was surprise by Mikuo was about to open the door.
"I see you're finished." He said coldly, glaring daggers at the man. "Did you enjoy that thing you did with ?"
"Please, I've had a busy day. Just sit in the chair and do nothing else." Dell responded just as darkly. "We have a lot to discuss."
FINALLY FAHKING FINISHED.
I actually finished writing this yesterday, but it was a load of crap and I actually had no idea what I was writing because I was tired as fuck.
I wanted to upload yesterday, but thank goodness I was too tired, so I left it for today.
The one who opened the door was supposed to be Rinta Kagamine, but it didn't fit, and then the plot would have been too huge and complicated, so I gave up.
THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE FILLERS FOR ROTTEN DAUGHTHER OF A WITCH. IT WILL NOT BE AN ACTUAL CHAPTER.
IF YOU PLAN ON READING ROTTEN DAUGHTER BEFORE THIS, IT IS BASICALLY SPOILERS.
(why caps lock?)
It is going to be written to help those who are confused by "Rotten Daughter of a Witch", because I know 90% of my readers got it totally wrong, expect one girl who sent me a PM saying she understood the Mikuo-Miku-Dell situation.
•O• FISHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHZ