Drabble No. 36! Please review.
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This is a continuation of chapter 35; Misaki and Akihiko have been together for eight years, Misaki had accepted his sexuality and the Romantica pair are used to the pap since Akihiko came out. See if you notice if anyone else has 'changed' ; ) Misaki and Shinobu are taking second courses at the University. None of the pap have been violent or barracking so far, however. Until now...
Warning: Offensive language to homosexuals; this is not a reflection on my opinions, only an illustration of the opinions of others.
Many thanks to Katlynn888 who pointed out some errors I must take heed to rectify. EDIT DONE.
'Rainbow' - All the colours of Junjou in all their splendour
"Class ended." Shinobu exhaled in relief, puffing out his cheeks for extra effect. He slid his books into his satchel, hiked it onto his shoulder and followed, in procession, the ten other students.
"Thank you, see you next time, Mr. Grey," each student said, in English. A few had trouble pronouncing 'Grey', saying 'Gur-ay'.
As Shinobu entered the hallway, he noticed Miyagi walking in the throng of students and teachers alike who were leaving the University. Carrying a stack of papers, Miyagi looked over at Shinobu for one, flashing second, baring a very daring smirk. Shinobu scowled at him and then looked down at his feet as he moved forward in the slow stampede. He smiled to himself and he was sure that Miyagi, though he was at least two metres away from him on the other side of the now claustrophobic passage, saw this evidence of arousal.
The second Shinobu passed through the double doors at the end of the hallway, he took a sharp turn around the redbrick, low wall that led to the teacher's car-park. He didn't think anyone had noticed him. The sky was indescribably high that day, the clouds shadowed with a bluish line and the sun hidden behind one. A few seconds later, as Shinobu neared the silver Mercedes that was Miyagi's, the man himself rounded the corner, a devilish glint in his navy eyes. His black tie, just as black as his hair, was loose around the white collar of his shirt and his brown briefcase swung in his hand.
"That text message this morning didn't exactly help your case, boy," Miyagi said as he swaggered toward Shinobu. With careless grace, Shinobu leaned up against the door of the car and propped a foot up behind him for good measure.
"I'm a teenage boy; I have needs. You denied those needs last night and so I felt you ought to pay."
"Fag!" a voice suddenly bellowed. Miyagi spun on his heel as Shinobu's neck jerked out towards the offensive sound.
"What the-" Shinobu began.
"Don't," Miyagi ordered, holding a hand out to Shinobu, but Shinobu had already sped around the corner, dodging Miyagi's grab for him.
Outside the front of the school, an independent film crew stood ready at the gates, a brown-haired boy trapped by their physical and verbal harassment. Shinobu was about to race to the stranger, for the moral mission of defending their joint sexuality, but a tall, silver-haired man beat him to it. In one lunge, he had pushed himself through the mini crew to stand next to the boy. Miyagi joined Shinobu at his side as they watched the scene five metres away.
"That's Usami Akihiko," Miyagi informed Shinobu, with a slight air of astonishment in his voice. Shinobu looked up and saw that an element of awe had sheened over his eyes. "Stay here," Miyagi growled.
"But-" Miyagi rounded on Shinobu.
"Respect your elders." Miyagi's voice rumbled with authority and though he hated to do it, Shinobu nodded and stayed rooted to the spot as Miyagi strode towards the scene. An arc of students was bubbling behind the boy and his 'knight-in-shining-armour'; Usami's hair did seem to shimmer like armour... almost menacingly. His fitted black suit outlined his broad shoulders and muscled arms. Miyagi, whose muscular frame was all too obvious in his white shirt, was by the famous author in seconds. Slowly, with the wariness of a squirrel crossing a park path, Shinobu neared so he could hear what was said.
"Fag?" Usami asked, deadly. He slid off his dark sunglasses and revealed a dagger-sharp, poisonous purple glare. "Wow... I really am shocked at your witlessness and unintelligence." As he spoke, he glanced to his right to see Miyagi flanking him. They were an intimidating pair.
"What's going on here?" Miyagi demanded. He narrowed his eyes at the one holding a microphone defiantly to the brown-haired one. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen," she squeaked, almost proudly. Her blonde bob swished, proudly.
"We should show you to the Prime Minister as proof of the idiocy that infiltrates and infests our educational institutions. Media students, are you?" Usami interrogated, glowering down the camera-boy, who nodded feebly.
"We-We're entitled to our opinions," he warbled.
"Just as a prisoner is entitled to books," Miyagi countered, folding his arms over his chest.
"It's an dangerous thing when idiots are armed with fragments of knowledge; like broken stained-glass under the feet," Usami continued for him, his chest puffing out primalistically.
"I suggest you leave the premises and consider yourselves suspended," Miyagi spoke, coldly. Shinobu stared wide-eyed at his lover, sparks of pride and fear igniting inside of him; how much did this group know? Would they post their film online? There was a great chance Miyagi would be fired if anyone knew about their relationship... his feet moved without any signal from his brain. He was behind Miyagi in the arc of students, just within his line of sight. He tried to send a warning vibe to the man and he seemed to get it, because he repeated himself as soon as his eyes fell sharply on Shinobu for a milisecond. "Leave the premises." Usami stood in front of the silent student as Miyagi spoke, daring any of the group to move on him. How this ridiculous vendetta were still there, Shinobu didn't know, until he concluded that they must be frozen stiff in their places.
"What's going on?" Kusama-sensei, formerly 'Kamijou', suddenly appeared at the school doors and he flitted forward, looking to Miyagi for an explanation. His jagged hair bounced a little on his sharp shoulders as his brown eyes narrowed to ireful slits.
"These pipsqueaks have just called-"
"Misaki," Usami filled in, quickly.
"A-Akihiko? What are you doing here?" Kusama-sensei hissed at Usami, under his breath.
"Misaki a 'fag'. They feel they have the right to persecute him on film. I've just ordered them off the premises." Hiroki's infamous rage flourished.
"What kind of punks are you?" he spat. His arm shot forward and he yanked the camera from the quivering boy.
"The imbecilic kind, evidently," Usami seethed. The girl, the leader of the tribe, swallowed and tried to give evils at Usami, but failed and ended up staring at the floor, her frown trembling.
"Akihiko, don't cuss at our students," Kusama-sensei sighed, though his face spoke of a thousand and one curses.
"They cussed at-" Usami began.
"Fag, am I?" The boy had finally spoken. Shinobu looked him up and down and noticed something fizzing in Misaki's green eyes.
"Takahashi," Kusama-sensei warned.
"It's Usami," Akihiko corrected.
"Let the boy defend himself," Miyagi interrupted. Kusama grumbled something and then settled on dispersing the students who were circled around. They moved a little way off but still remained under trees by the bus-stop, ears perked. After, he spent a couple of minutes a little way off, on his mobile phone.
"By fag, I assume you mean homosexual?" Shinobu suddenly spoke. There was silence. Miyagi glared at Shinobu before donning his teacher persona once more.
"Takatsuki, you're not involved, leave the premises," 'Yoh-sensei' ordered.
"Yeah, I mean homosexual. Homosickual more like!" the girl flared.
"That's enough!" Miyagi roared, taking a threatening stride towards the gang. They freaked and stumbled back a few steps but did not leave.
"The police are on their way," Kusama-sensei informed, returning with military calmness. As a trio, they were formidable: Kusama's wrath and influence, Usami's tongue and evident power and Miyagi's strength, both physically and mentally. All were united by physical stamina and intelligence.
Shinobu wondered why this Usami hadn't just taken Misaki away but realised the implications this would have; the press would eat them like vultures. If they showed any fear it would advocate that they were vulnerable to attack. Usami was bearing his fangs, so to speak.
"If I am a fag, then you better watch out," Misaki spat, "because I'll stub out on you when you least expect it." Everyone was shocked at the malice that spewed forth from the innocent looking student. Usami was practically exploding with whatever sort of warped glee was sparkling in his eyes. "I may look small but-"
"You're all going to get white-collar jobs and make a living fucking other people over whilst other people fuck the ones they love, day in and day out. And yes, you prudes, by 'fuck', I mean 'have sex with'."
"Takatsuki!" Both Miyagi and Kusama-sensei scolded Shinobu. Shinobu glanced at Miyagi and could see a proud smile tugging at the corner of his mouth but a second later it had vanished.
"Go home," Miyagi ordered again, dangerously close to revealing their relationship.
"Oh, what, are you all banging each other or something?" spoke the so-far-silent guy who was holding a boom.
"You will turn to ash before the smoke blows out of your ugly, little asses," Usami hissed, his upper lip twitching scarily.
"Thanks for giving us something to work wi-" the girl began, taking a turn to leave. She switched off her microphone and walked into a frightfully tall man who had just come behind them. She looked up. Everyone could tell she was deciding whether to smile at the stranger or run from him. Kusama Nowaki stared down at the girl blankly and did not move. He sent a look to Kusama-sensei, who was still holding the camera, seemingly deciding what to do with it.
"What's happening?"
"Ahh, Nowaki, perfect timing. We were in need of a giant," Usami joked. 'Nowaki' smiled, half-heartedly. His bluey-black hair interested Shinobu for a moment.
"Take that microphone off her, would you?" Kusama-sensei requested. Nowaki did so without trouble, ignoring the cowardly little gasp the girl gave. He threw it to Kusama-sensei easily.
"How do I destroy one of these things?" Kusama-sensei fiddled with it.
"Hand it here," Shinobu said, holding out a hand.
"You're still in for detention for swearing on school grounds, Takatsuki," Kusama-sensei said as he handed the mic to Shinobu. Shinobu tried to unpick the cable at the bottom of the microphone but to no avail. In one swift action, Usami snatched the microphone, threw it to the ground and stamped on it once with one foot. The desecration of the object, a difficult one to destroy, was what scared the gang off officially. Here was a metaphor displayed for the truly ignorant: voices of the vicious, you shall meet the wrath of the virtuous. They scrammed.
"Oh no you don't." Nowaki stretched out his arms and barred all three of the offenders. He pushed them back and Usami Akihiko, Yoh Miyagi and Kusama Hiroki grabbed one each from the back, around the shoulders. They struggled for a second before realising it was truly futile.
"Nowaki, would you take these two to their individual homes? Their addresses should be on this student sheet." Kusama-sensei handed a piece of paper to Nowaki.
"I can get home by mysel-" Shinobu began.
"Who knows what paparazzi have been called, Takatsuki. Just get in the car with Doctor Kusama and let him take you home. You too, Takaha... I mean, Usami," Kusama-sensei ordered. Misaki gave an indescribable look at Usami- Shinobu wasn't sure whether it was apologetic or angry- and followed Doctor Kusama. Without looking at Miyagi, Shinobu followed behind.
The police arrived a second later.
Ten days after, Usami Akihiko's latest novel was published: 'The Vexed Rainbow'. Both the Kusama and Yoh households received a free copy. It was a book about a struggling homosexual in high school, dealing with bullies whilst trying to maintain a relationship with a boy in denial. It had been released for the Gay Pride charity of Japan. It had been released in high schools across the country, to both critical acclaim and a resounding, aghast reaction from parents and teachers alike. On the blurb was a very familiar, quoted passage:
"Fag!"
"Fag? Wow... I'm really quite surprised at your lack of wit and intelligence. I should show you to the Prime Minister as evidence of the idiocy that infiltrates our education system. You're going to grow up, get a white collar job and live off the dirty money you make fucking people over, whilst I fuck the one I love, every night. So, I'm a fag... hah, if I am, then you better watch out, because I will stub out on you when you least expect it. You'll be a pile of ash before the smoke blows out of your pretty, little ass."
On the second page of the book was the message:
I must give my thanks to Yoh Miyagi; Professor and Doctor Kusama; Takatsuki Shinobu and- as always- Usami Misaki. I shall be forever indebted. Please accept the following story as my gift to all the struggling; proud; scared; fierce men and women across the world.
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