Disclaimer: I don't own Gakuen Heaven or its characters. I do however own this plot and story so steal it and I will hunt you down and destroy you!
I know you're all expecting me to write another Beyblade fic or oneshot but I had to write a Gakuen Heaven fic for the simple fact that I've read pretty much everyone of them on this site and pretty much the rest of the internet.
Enjoy!
It was a typical summer day at BL Academy, the sweltering heat meaning most team practices were cancelled due to fears over heatstroke combined with the general laziness that had swept over the campus like a tidal wave. Unfortunately for two rather troublesome twins, their rather enthusiastic and widely regarded as overbearing or just plain crazy coach was one of the few captains that had forced his team to work through these unbearable conditions.
Sweat trickled steadily from the tennis player's pores before the torture finally ended as the final ball rolled to a gentle stop. Everyone took this as their cue to leave the court, packing their equipment and leaving as quickly as possible lest their captain would change his mind.
"Finally!" Kakeru groaned in ecstasy as he followed his brother into collapsing onto their shared double mattress.
"Want one?" his brother's voice filtered through Kakeru's hazy mind, holding the frozen ice pop in one hand, the other reaching in for another.
"Yeah" he groaned, using his last ounce of energy to push himself into something resembling a sitting position.
Snatching the frozen treat from his brother's unresisting hands he immediately bit off the tip only to hiss from the sheer coldness. Snickering at Kakeru's idiocy, Wataru collapsed next to his brother sucking on his own ice pop as he contemplated what they should do for the rest of the day.
Feeling fingers lazily trace patterns over his exposed skin, Kakeru let out a soft whine; scooting away from the body heat of his brother as he spread himself over the currently cool sheets in efforts of cooling down. Unfortunately Wataru seemed to have other ideas as he pressed himself into Kakeru, a gesture which may have suggested he needed comforting but in reality he just wanted to piss his twin off as revenge for eating the last of his chocolate bars the day before.
An audible thump signalled Kakeru had been driven off the bed and was now in a heap on the floor, ice pop smeared over his lips and face from the impact dangling dangerously from his fingers threatening to drop and forever stain the creamy white carpet. Scowling at his now laughing twin he jabbed the stick of ice into his brother's cheek in an act of childish revenge only to be tackled back onto the floor in retaliation.
Growling as the sugared ice fell from his fingers, Kakeru leaped onto his brother as the two rolled around in a sticky mess ignorant of the knocking on their door at least until there door was forced open by a rather pissed Koji Shinomiya aka their dorm head.
"What the hell are you two doing? I've been knocking on your door for the last twenty minutes! Why the hell didn't you open…" he trailed off upon seeing the state the two were in.
"He started it!" the two exclaimed at the same time, pointing at their twin before once again turning to claw at each others throats, flinging insults like a well played game of tennis.
"Hey! Break it up you two, come on!" Koji yelled over the noise the two were making as he struggled to separate the two who weren't against hitting him in order to get to their brother.
"What's going on here?" a voice cut into the drama as the twins paused momentarily to eye the intruder before returning at each other's throats. Koji had been thankful for the momentary break thanks to Hide who was peering into the room with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.
"Think you can help me…ah! Get these two to…hey stop that! Stop fighting?" Koji asked as he struggled to separate the two, receiving several hits below the belt. Literally.
"King?" the bored voice of Hide called lightly receiving a simple "Yo!" in greeting as he walked over to assist the exhausted archer in pulling the Ozawa twins off each other.
"I've had it up to here with you two!" Koji raised his voice towering over the now cowering twins who looked at each other guiltily, not even sure why they started fighting in the first place.
"Perhaps it would be in the dorm's best interest if these boys were separated into separate rooms?" Hide remarked raising an elegant eyebrow as the twins looked at him in a mix of helplessness and fear clinging to each other, just daring them to try and split them.
"Would make things more peaceful around here" Tetsuya remarked pointing out the numerous instances when he was unable to get a decent night's sleep or a great night's fuck due to their constant squabbling instantly destroying the mood. Given that Kakeru and Wataru lived just below meant the noise they made filtered through the floorboards above making it hell for those unlucky enough to live above or even below them.
"No!" Kakeru whined clinging to his brother in desperation.
"We'll be good!" Wataru pleaded refusing to release his brother.
"We promise!" They finished together giving pitiful puppy dog faces to the three upperclassmen pleading with them to let them off.
"How many times have we heard that?" Koji deadpanned looking down on the two who offered sheepish apologetic smiles in return.
"We really mean it this time!" Kakeru pleaded as he put on his best pout; looking up at the upperclassmen with wide doe-like eyes.
"Not as often as we've heard that" Tetsuya chuckled simply ruffling the dark purple hair drawing an indignant look from the boy.
Tearing himself from the offending hand Kakeru stormed over to his bed choosing to simply throw himself on top of it in a silent protest against the separation. Naturally in this position he was unaware of the two pairs of eyes roaming over his lean frame, resting on his tight little ass as he let out an indignant "humph".
While Kakeru indulged in his own little pity party, Wataru had migrated over to the small sofa in front of the TV, silently watching how his brother was being eye raped by the King and his crony. Feeling another form drop onto the couch next to him, he peered through his fringe to see the archer looking more than a little worse for wear. No doubt still exhausted from keeping the Ozawa twins separated. After all it's a full time job you know. Wataru wrapped his arms around himself, drawing his knees up as he opened his mouth to speak.
"What room are you going to send me in?" Wataru asked miserably, drawing an almost guilty feeling from Koji who had to resist the urge to put his arm around the normally mischievous brat.
"There are a few spare rooms down the hall, you'll be away from your brother but still near enough for emergencies" Koji tried, seeing that his attempt at comfort was only serving to further depress the teen.
"Wataru? Are you going to be alright?" Koji questioned, the aura of depression that currently hung over the teen reminding him so much of his depressed little artist currently asleep in his room.
"I don't want to leave" was the mumbled response before the boy pressed his face into the crook of the archer's neck, barely audible sobs escaping from his trembling lithe frame.
Most would be surprised to learn just how different the Ozawa twins were. While Kakeru was a brash and as brazen as his public self, Wataru was certainly quieter. As the younger twin he relied heavily on his brother being there for him. Living in a family where their mother remarried at least twice a year left them with only each other to rely on hence why they were so reluctant to part or make other friends except in special circumstances e.g. Keita and Yukihiko.
"No-no, come on, don't cry on me Wataru. Come on, please don't start crying on me" the archer resorted himself to begging. He never was good with emotional teens which considering his job as dorm advisor was somewhat confusing. Oh sure, he could handle it if they were drunk or even high; like that time when someone had smuggled in drugs for that little party that ended up with half the campus attending. That included the teachers. And given he was currently in a relationship with Takuto Iwai, a very fragile man who needed emotional stability in his life you'd think this would get easier.
Alas, the difference between the depressed little purple headed teen and his silverish haired lover was that his lover was a man. This boy in his arms was still by Japan's standards a child.
While Koji tried to cope with the sudden change in personality of Wataru; Hide and Tetsuya were pre-occupied with the moping purple haired brat currently pressing himself into the rather spacious mattress. Naturally this led to some rather impure thoughts about the teen, especially when you combined his needy personality with his immature child-like curiosity and love of all forms of trouble.
"Stop moping brat" Hideaki remarked, elegantly fixing his glasses only to receive a rather forceful pillow thrown to his face with a rather smug brat staring back at him in defiance.
Kakeru was only just spared from his inevitable death by Tetsuya's firm grip on the vice president; struggling to conceal his laughter while admittedly not doing a very good job of it.
"Hey relax Hide, he's just a kid" Tetsuya tried only to get two annoyed looks and one indignant "humph".
"I'm not a kid!" Kakeru pouted, crossing his arms as if to prove his point. "I've done a lot of stuff that kids can't do!" he scowled, before finishing his mini rant was the ever so mature sticking out of the tongue.
"Oh really!? What exactly have you done that children aren't able to?" Unfortunately this conversation seemed to spark Hide's interest and given his special talent lied in sex activities, it didn't bode well for Kakeru.
Kakeru opened his mouth to speak only to finally click into place what exactly he was doing; with someone he'd been somewhat afraid of since he'd first came to this school. Upon realising this, Kakeru flushed slowly backing away from the older male in efforts of putting some distance between them.
What could only be described as a lecherous smirk appeared across the student council vice president's face. He moved like a panther closing in on his prey moving onto the bed pinning down the purple haired teen who gave him a look that could only be compared to a deer in the headlights.
"Well?" Hide smirked, gently running his fingertips up the teen's sides. Kakeru drew a shaky gasp as the t-shirt he was wearing bunched up, exposing a toned stomach to the wandering fingers of the sex fiend currently molesting him in front of their king.
"I-I don't…I mean stop!" he protested catching the attention of Koji and Wataru who'd calmed down enough to pull himself from the archer and drift over to the bed.
Dried tears were hastily wiped away in efforts to maintain his façade. This was quickly wiped away as he gazed in suppressed horror and curiosity at his twin who by this point was squirming with need. Memories of a similar incident flashed through Wataru's mind, body tensing as he recalled the helplessness he felt at the hands of that man.
Breathing became increasingly difficult as he couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight before him. But he didn't see his brother and Hide, no. In his eyes he had taken is brother's place, his father taking Hide's. Only rather than trembling with pleasure, he recalled trembling in fear at the groping hands of that lecherous monster his mother once called darling.
"Wataru!" he was snapped from his memories by the yell of his name only to meet eyes with the worried face of his somewhat dishevelled brother.
The rest of the room's occupants gazing at him with equal if not more concern, oblivious as to why in a matter of seconds he'd froze up, staring through them while trembling with terror. Bloodcurdling screams ripping through the halls trapped in a memory he'd hoped never to remember, only this time he could use his voice.
Visibly shaken he blinked, feeling hands slowly guide him onto the bed as he felt his brother wrap his arms around him, protecting him from the unseen demons. Soft murmurs slowly working to calm his erratic heartbeat, both his and his twin's hearts beating together in harmony. A reflection of the deepness their bond shared.
"You're here with me, he's not here! He's never coming back!" Kakeru soothed slowly rocking his brother in his arms feeling the tense muscles very slowly start to relax.
"He's not here, you're here instead?" was the doubtful reply, pity flooding the rest of the room as it soon clicked as to what had happened to the usually annoying and attention seeking boy.
"No, he isn't!" his brother said firmly. Koji, Tetsuya and even Hide gazed in awe at the tender display in front of them. The usually boisterous Wataru reduced to an innocent frightened victim and Kakeru from equally an as boisterous teen to an extremely overprotective and somewhat possessive older brother.
"Who hurt him?" No one was quite sure who asked the question but they still got an answer.
"The man we once called father. But he's dead now, uncle made sure of it" Kakeru spat, hate dripping on his words as he clutched at his brother even tighter.
"Is that why…?" the question went unasked, they all knew what Tetsuya was going to say.
"Yes" was the whispered reply, from the lips of Wataru himself.
Okay I am going to make another chapter but that's all since I'm terrible with updating.
This is basically just written as a plea to everyone else to start writing more GH fics (especially about the twins) since it's practically been forgotten.
I know the characters are kinda OOC but this was just an experimental look into why the twins might lean on each other so much and be so against trying to make friends with others. Well that and I just like torturing my characters lol.
Remember: It's a fanfiction crime to read and not review!
And for those who haven't yet, watch the GH anime because it's totally awesome!
KB