I don't have a good cover for this yet.
I had originally planned to have this story in a fandom that would leave lots reviews (POJ is a good one) but I love you guys more.
Warnings- Major OOC. Some characters backgrounds changed (it is and AU after all) and lot and lot of homosexuality.
The Great Escape
Paper bags and Plastic hearts
Oct. 9
Otoya sighed taking a sip from the glass bottle. He hated riding in the backseat of his cousin's car, it meant no radio control. So not only was a crappy pop song on, but it was blaring loud enough to give him a headache. Something that only the dizzying pleasure of the booze in his hand couldn't easily cure.
"Otoya." His younger half brother glance back from the driver's seat. His stunning green eyes showed nothing but concern for the red head.
"Keep your eyes on the road Cecil." Otoya flicked his wrist, sloshing his beer almost to the point of spilling, at his family member.
One of Otoya's friends, the same one who had stolen the front seat from him, agreed cheerfully with his slightly tipsy friend. "Yeah, see that's why you need practice. So no more complaining about driving us around."
The other to males in the backseat snickered at the comment. "You'll never get your temps driving like this. Keep driving."
Cecil blushed, tightening his grip on the steering wheel, forcing his eyes off of the a very bored looking Otoya. "F-fine."
"Hey take the next left." One of the males in the back leaned forward throwing his arm around the seat, almost hitting the driver in e process. "You can drop us off at my house."
He did as instructed. His tanned hands rested lightly on the wheel as he pulled up a somewhat familiar driveway. The rowdy friends of Otoya hopped out giggling and swaying haphazardly.
"Otoya-nii." Cecil turned watching his older brother flop over. He moved to shake him but Otoya's harsh voice stopped him.
"We don't live in Japan anymore, so stop adding 'nii' to my name."
"I waited until your friends left this time, just like I promised."
"It doesn't matter."
Cecil turned back and lowered the volume of the music. "Can we finally go home? I've been driving for hours."
"Yeah." Otoya sat up. "Do you need me to drive?"
"No!" The brown haired teen shouted, mostly by accident. He hated when his brother was drunk. Even though Otoya already had his license and he did not, he would still rather take them home.
"Fine." Otoya sighed flopping back down.
"By the way have you talked to Syo latey? He said we are going to have a new neighbor."
"Like I want to talk to him. That would mean talking to his brother. I'd rather keep our interactions to mostly school stuff."
"Otoya-nii." Cecil said in a hushed, sad voice.
"Shut up and drive."
xxx
Oct. 10
Otoya winced as his eyes opened to the sun filled room. His room darkening curtains pried wide open to reveal the dreaded beams that licked at his face. The red head groaned and sat up all while wondering how exactly he had managed to make it into his room. Usually after a night of drinking he barely managed to pass out on the couch.
"Otoya-nii." His fourteen year old brother knocked on his door lightly. "Father wishes to speak with you."
The sleepy one grumbled. "No thanks."
"But Otoya-nii."
"I have things to do today."
He could hear Cecil sighing beyond the door in defeat. "Mother is waiting too."
Otoya tsked at that. He detested Kotomi with a passion. Not only had she been the reason that he had been forced to move away from Japan. Forced away from his real father.
Otoya, who had been at the tender age of four, didn't understand at the time what had happened. He thought his father would be over joyed to have another son, or at that time maybe even a daughter. But he wasn't. As the red head grew up he began to understand, even without his father ever saying anything during their visitations. With the realization of what his mother had done, he too, GRE to resent her.
"Tell them I'm gong to Hikaru's house. I need to return his car after all." He called through his unmoving door (much to his surprise that the dark haired teen hadn't barged in), hoping he could use his cousin as a scapegoat.
"But-"
"Then I'll be spending the night at Haruka's place."
"And tomorrow?"
"If they still want to talk, they will have to wait until I finish visiting Syo. I might even stay over just to get away from their overbearing attitude." He pulled out his last resort. He would rather not go over the Kurusu mansion, but if he had to he would.
"We have school on Monday."
Otoya exhaled loudly, frustrated, and annoyed. He was tired of talking to his infuriating little brother. The dense teen couldn't tell when to leave him alone. He had just woken up, the last thing he wanted to deal with was his parents, or the throbbing headache that emerged every time Cecil uttered a word. Though that could be his hangover. His hand grasped his forehead in desperation to alleviate the pain. "Don't you have something better to do that pester me? Go play with Kuro or something." He snapped.
Cecil did not flinch. He was used to it. Instead he went off to notify his parents of his elder brother's plans and to find his black cat, Kuro. "Yes Otoya-nii."
Otoya let loose a relieved sigh as his half brother's footfalls grew faint. He tore off his sweat filled clothes from the day before only to put on a similar white shirt and black skin tight jeans, surprisingly not throwing his old articles on the floor but in the laundry basket. He didn't try to tame his unruly hair, rather he just fingered through it trying to make it look somewhat presentable.
The next thing was far harder to accomplish . Stealthily, almost ninja like, he descended the staircase. When he thought the coast was clear he stepped into the kitchen. He knew that Cecil, being a goody-two-shoes he was, had put the car keys on the hook (where they rightfully belonged) just inside the kitchen. And because of that he was spotted with his hand no further than an inch from their target.
"Otoya." His mother called out to him. She watched him flinch under her gaze. "Since you're going out, could you please take the trash out?"
The teen frowned at her kind and nonchalant behavior. She was always so understanding towards him, that it made him sick. Whenever he rebelled she let him be, as if she knew he needed space. She let him get away with things that most other mothers would frown upon. Like the first time he had come home drunk, she sat with him until the moment he had her leave. Kotomi really was a wonderful and living mother, Otoya just refused to see it.
"Fine." He grumbled, somewhat grateful. After all, she could have forced him to start, grounding him or punishing him for his obvious disrespect for her and her husband. But no, she let him go. With a flick of his wrist he swiped the keys from the brassy hook. He then sulked over to their garbage can. As he tried to hastily take the bag from the can, Otoya ended up spilling some of the empty boxes to the floor.
Kotomi smiled and suppressed a giggle at the hardship that her son had created for himself. He often did this and got mad with nobody to blame but him. She bent down and tenderly picked up a box and handed it to him. "You should be more gentle."
Huffing, the red head snatched the emptied cardboard away from her hand and mumbled angerly. "It's fine."
"Otoya." She called after he tied the bag and started to the door. When he didn't answer she continued. "I'll make curry for dinner tomorrow. Please try to come home for it, okay?"
Otoya grunted. "Whatever."
xxx
Tomochika Shibuya was normally a very friendly and cheerful person. But when it came to people bursting into hers and Haruka's shared apartment, while she had her girlfriend pinned down on the couch shirt all but unbuttoned and opened, she became rather rude. This was something Otoya knew quite well.
This was probably the third time that week he had barged in unannounced. And probably the seventh time that month, which had just started ten days prior, that he had interrupted them n such a matter.
"Don't you have anywhere else to go?" Tomo shrieked at him, her clumsy hands trying to close the buttons of her Haruka's blouse as fast as she could.
He looked over at them with bored eyes. "Nah, Syo is busy with his weird training. If I were there he would make me join him. No thanks."
"What about your other friends?" Haruka asked practically pushing Tomo aside as she sat up.
He rolled his red eyes at her. "They are only drinking friends. We don't talk or anything aside from that."
The petit redhead sighed. "I'll go put on something a little more appropriate. Would you like a drink while I'm up?"
"No thanks."
Tomo waited until her girlfriend disappeared behind the corner, leading to their shared room, before speaking. "You should think of making better friends. Ones that you can go to so I don't get blocked. Of I didn't want to get some I would still be living with my parents."
"Thanks for that lovely description." He plopped down in a chair across from the couch. "Besides I have you guys, I don't need other friends."
" Don't count me or Haruka for a second. In fact don't even count Syo. Count only the people that you don't only talk to when it concerns getting away from your family. Count people that you just like to hang out with."
Otoya hummed. "And my drinking friends don't count."
He watched Tomo's red curls bounce as she shook her head.
"Uh." He thought for a moment."You and Haruka."
" We don't count."
"Mmm, then no one really. If you said not to count Syo."
"Really?"
"Why do you not sound surprised?"
"Well it's not very surprising."
"What's not?" Haruka appeared from around the bend in cute little blue shorts and a plain oversized white tee, that probably belonged to Tomo.
Tomochika leaned back with a huge grin. "That poor Ittoki has no real friends."
"Oh, I knew that."
"Haruka!" Otoya hissed.
She gasped. "I thought we were being honest. I'm sorry one moment." She cleared her throat. "What meant was; there's no way that could be true."
"Thanks a lot." He grumbled.
"Well you could always try to make new friends. I've heard there's a transfer student is coming on Monday."
"Cecil said something about that."
"It could be a chance-" The petit red head started but was interrupted but Shibuya, when she turned to her and said. "Nanami how did you find out?"
"The student council president was talking about it while I was filing the papers. By the way the drama team is getting more funding, your welcome."
The curly redhead wriggled her thin eyebrows. "Being the treasurer has it's perks."
"Well Kurusu and I are friends." She laughed. "It comes with the territory of being Syo's friend. Right Otoya?"
"I'm definitely not friends with Kaoru. He hates me and I hate him."
"Well you are a bad influence for Syo." Tomo spoke honestly.
"You make it sound like I'm some horrible monster that destroys anything that my eyes meet." Otoya learned forward in his chair.
"Well let's just say one night with you would probably land him, or anyone, in the hospital. Not only that but he would lose all of the scholarships he's gotten." She also leaned forwards, getting in his face.
"Now, now. Calm down you two." Haruka smiled.
"Oh please I'm not that bad."
"Sure. With your reputation I wouldn't be surprised if even the new kid didn't like you. You'd probably never make a new friend."
"You wanna make a bet?"
"Come on you two."
"Bring it on." Shibuya smirked.
xxx
Oct. 11
Otoya yawned loudly, trying his best to cover his face with his hand, as he hopped out of Kaoru's, sleek, fancy, black, sports car. Kaoru, who had not been please to have Otoya over the day before, or to be driving him to school, sighed in frustration while taking the key from the ignition.
"I hate Mondays."
"Who doesn't?" Syo nodded in agreement.
"Let's ditch." Ittoki grinned.
"Syo if you even think about it I'll make sure you have detention for a month. And ban form all of your sports activities for two months." Kaoru's stern look made Syo jump.
"I think I'll pass." The shorter blonde bowed.
"Aw, here I was thinking we could get matching Prince Albert piercings."
"No!" Both brothers yelled simultaneously.
" You guys are so lame."
"That's a bit much." Syo blushed.
"No, you're just insane." Kaoru scoffed.
"Whatever." Ittoki ran his fingers though his hair. "Anyways Syo can I borrow your English homework? I forgot mine."
Syo looked at his brother. "Sorry Otoya. I did mine on Friday and left it in my locker. You'll just have to try to hurry and finish it before the bell."
"Man that sucks. I actually did the stupid assignment."
"I wish I could help."
"Lame!"
"I'm sure lots of people didn't do it."
"But I did do it."
Kaoru sighed knowing he couldn't stop their complaints and uphold the laws that he as the president was supposed to. "Fine, I'm going! I have things to do for the student council that needs my attention. I'll see you after classes Syo."
"Thanks big bro!" Syo brightened as his brother left them behind.
"That dude is such a buzz kill."
"Aw, he's just worried. Papa and Mum are out of town again. So he's in charge. It's gotta be stressful."
Syo Kurusu, although being a year younger than Otoya (and his almost identical older brother), he still managed to keep up with being a grade ahead. Some would say that the Kurusu boys were geniuses. He was friendly with everyone, despite having a short temper, and also the most fashionable person Otoya knew.
"-Think he's like?" Syo finished, snapping the redhead out of his daydream and back into reality.
"What?"
"The new student. All I got from Kaoru was he's a male, and we will be sharing English with him."
"Wait didn't you tell Cecil he was our new neighbor?"
"Yeah."
"How did you know that?"
"I look just like Kaoru when I'm sitting in the student council room. So I have my ways." He hear Otoya laugh before he finished. "I hope he and I can be friends."
"Meh." Otoya shrugged. "I don't really care."
