[fic] No. 666 [1/?? , Aoi/Uruha]

Title: No. 666
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha
Characters: The GazettE, OC
Chapter: 1/??
Rating: R [for later chapters]
Warning: violence, strong language, rape, blood, … [all for later chapters]

Synopsis: May 1998, Kouyou a young man lives with his family and tries hard to be the person they want him to be. But after another fight with them he decides to do as he wishes from now on. Little did he know that his parents already decided that he would spend rest of his life between the white walls of an institute in Chiba

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Gazeboys, sadly. Also, the institute I write about is not real.
Words/Pages: 4496 / 7 pages

No. 666 – Chapter 1

May 1998

It was rainy day in the Kanagawa prefecture of Japan. Rain had been falling from the sky for about an hour by now. People were rushing to their bus or to the places they had to be, to avoid becoming too soaked. The streets were filled with cars and people who were heading to their jobs or bringing their children to school. Yet for many people it was just a rainy day in their daily life that didn’t mean anything special and where nothing special happened. Just another day of school or work, or just doing nothing in particular.

For the Takashima family, this day started like a normal day as well. First Mrs Takashima would wake up, starting to prepare breakfast for her husband and children. Then her husband would join her and read his newspaper like he did every single morning, telling his wife about today’s news topics as he drank his tea. Their daughters would join them and not much later they would leave for school. Then, much to Mrs Takashima’s annoyance, she would head up the stairs and knock on her son’s bedroom door to tell him he had to hurry if he wanted to be on school on time. It was a normal day for the Takashima family. But in the end every family has their secrets.

Mrs Takashima reached the bottom of the stairs and looked at her husband, noticing the criticising look he gave her. She sighed softly and merely shrugged as she headed over and put Mr Takashima’s breakfast on the table. The man folded his newspaper and then sighed deeply. “It is time we do something about this,” he said with a stern tone as he looked at his wife. The woman looked at him from the kitchen and nodded. “I will contact them right away,” was the simple response she gave, before walking to the phone and dialling a number.

Not much later their son, Kouyou, walked down the stairs. He looked at his father and nodded briefly as he walked over to the table and sat down for breakfast. He was already wearing his uniform. Kouyou was an eager 16 year old young man, a straight A student. He was the kind of person people were in awe for, not only for his brains but also for his looks. His teachers and neighbours often praised Mr and Mrs Takashima for having such a talented, smart son. The rest of the family loved him and knew him as a caring and gentle person, a young man to be proud of. However Mr and Mrs Takashima thought otherwise of their son.

As soon as Kouyou had taken a seat, Mr Takashima looked at him and merely a second later he shook his head. “When will you ever learn to listen to what we say, Kouyou?” He asked his son as he turned his attention to his breakfast once more. His voice was harsh and distant and it made his son sigh. These daily arguments were starting to bother Kouyou and he knew very well that his father realised this. The young man even suspected his father of taking pleasure in having these conversations that always ended with Kouyou being confronted about the fact he was not the kind of son his parents had hoped for.

Kouyou took a deep breath before answering his father: “I do listen father. I try my best to please you,” he spoke softly, because he knew his father would get upset if he raised his voice even the slightest bit. The man before him, however, already seemed to be getting slightly agitated and almost laughed. “You try your best you say? Then why is it that your mother has to drag you out of bed each morning? And that you keep listening to that anarchistic music?”

“My music is not anarchistic father. It is called rock and it’s good music. One day I will be one of them. I will make great music and people will come to concerts. I’ll make you proud.” Kouyou’s defence was the same as it was every single morning, and every morning he received the same response. Every morning his father would laugh and shake his head before giving him the same advice like always: “You should focus on being a real man instead of chasing your dreams like a child. You will never be one of them, be proud that you won’t.”

Kouyou then, like almost every morning, was sick of it and stood up before heading toward school without eating breakfast. He simply didn’t understand why his father found it such a disgrace that his son liked to look good. That he liked playing guitar and that he wanted to be a musician one day. He did not understand why it was such a problem for them that he styled his hair or that he took care of his hands as if they were the jewels of his body. To him it was normal to be like that, to make sure he always looked good and to be in great shape. And above that all, following his dream, was just as natural to him as breathing.

At school Kouyou was popular. The boys liked him and the girls liked him even more. But unlike the most of the popular group he was the only one that did not truly desire to be popular. He was alright with it and he accepted it, but he loved spending time with his friends that had been classified as ‘unpopular’. For Kouyou it did not matter in what club or group you belonged. If you were nice to him, he would be nice to you. He was the kind of young man that treated everyone with the same respect, even bullies had never managed to upset him. Of course there had been bullies, trying to upset him and to make him feel horrible. But Kouyou knew what he was worth, he knew that bullies tried to push people down to make themselves seem better, and it had not affected him. Quite the opposite, he had politely told them that if they wanted they could be his friends.

To the teachers Kouyou was a hardworking student, polite and never late. His grades were perfect, he was kind and even willingly helped teachers with arranging projects or fieldtrips.  He was always prepared for an unannounced test and his tasks were always delivered in time. He did not complain about homework and habitually had conversations with the teachers about extra exercises and tasks he could do to make sure he would never fall behind on the subject material.

Kouyou was not just a student to the school. No, Kouyou was very much a phenomenon.

That day was not any different for Kouyou. He arrived at school and had a short conversation with his friends before heading to his locker and collecting the things that were not in his bag already. Then he headed to his first class and waited until the teacher would let him and the other students in.  The classes went well and the teachers and fellow students were completely unaware of the chaos in Kouyou’s mind. For whenever he was asked a question he would look up from his books and smile as he told the teacher the correct answer.

However, behind that smile and behind those perfect grades lay the hidden secrets that Kouyou kept from the world. He spoke to nobody about the regular arguments with his parents. He had told a few friends about his dream to be a musician and though they supported him in it, he never really dared to tell them more about himself. He hid himself from the world around him and the only thing that knew everything was his journal. Which of course he kept in his schoolbag all the time, for it was the only safe place he could think of. In his journal he wrote of how he hoped to one day dye his hair in another colour than the typical black he had had since his birth. He wrote how he wanted to wear rings and necklaces and wear real amazing clothes like his favourite artists did. He trusted his journal with the wish to wear black nail polish and make-up without being judged by anybody, or without being mistaken for a girl. He had feminine features, that was true, but he was proud to male. In his journal he had written how he had secretly saved some money before going to a piercing studio where he had gotten his ears pierced several times.

Kouyou hid a lot from the world. And slowly it was starting to weigh on his shoulders, pushing him down into a deep dark hole. But he never faltered. He smiled and he worked hard to stay on top of his class, in hope his father and mother would one day be proud of him.  And though he was starting to realise that that day would probably never come, he had not given up on it yet. One day, they would look at him and smile and his father would put his hand on his shoulder before speaking the words Kouyou longed to hear: “I am proud of you son.”

The bell rang and Kouyou was suddenly disturbed of his train of thoughts. He stood up and gathered his books, putting them in his bag when his Kanji teacher Mr Takeyama called out his name. When Kouyou reached the teacher’s desk the man’s gaze made him frown. He had been doing good for kanji and so he had basically no idea why the man would probably want to speak to him.

The man stood up and looked at the other, sighing softly. “Mr Takashima, I would like to talk to you about your home situation,” he said softly, looking at him with an encouraging smile, “You see, we teachers might seem ignorant to the troubles of our students … but I can clearly see that something has been bothering you for quite a while now.”

Kouyou froze when the words of the man got through to him. He looked up at the man and slowly shook his head, a soft smile appearing on his lips. “I am afraid you are wrong, sensei. I am not bothered, I have just been working for school last night and I haven’t slept so long.” He explained, his smile not faltering once. He knew his teacher could see right through that smile. Kouyou had no idea why, but he knew the teacher knew very well how he felt inside. The man looked at him with that knowing look. Kouyou knew that Mr Takeyama meant it well, and yet Kouyou felt upset. He smiled again at the man and took his bag before turning away from him. “Don’t worry about me sensei, I will be fine.” And with that, before even giving his sensei the chance to say something, he left the classroom.

On his way home Kouyou was glad that it was raining. He stopped in front of the house and closed his eyes for a moment, feeling tears run down his cheeks. He knew that sometimes it was best to just cry. Sometimes, a person just had to shed the tears that captivated his heart. But Kouyou didn’t want to allow himself to cry, it scared him. He looked at the sky and quickly brushed his tears away before looking at the house. The sight of the house made him feel horrible inside. For once he just wanted to do what he wanted. For once, he just wanted to look the way he wanted. Kouyou bit his lip and looked at the sky again before smiling slightly as he made a decision. The young man smiled as he headed over to the garage and walked inside, taking his bike before leaving the house again. Kouyou got onto his bicycle and started to drive, he did not even notice his mother looking at him from behind the curtains.

~~~

It was hours later when Kouyou arrived at home and put his bicycle back into the garage. He opened the front door and took off his shoes as he headed inside. His mother was sitting in the living room, drinking a cup of tea and reading a book. “I’m home.” Kouyou’s voice was soft but the young man felt nervous. He knew he would be yelled at as soon as his mother looked up.

And he was right, the moment the woman looked up at her son she stared at him in shock. “K-Kouyou?” When her son nodded slowly she stood up and shook her head. “And what is the meaning of this!” She asked him with a stern tone as she observed the young man. Kouyou bit his lip and fiddled with his shirt. But she did not give him the chance to reply. “Dyeing your hair, getting your ears pierced, what are you thinking?!” She said, glaring at her only son before slapping him. “Kouyou, this is unacceptable. Your father will not be pleased when he comes home.”

Kouyou took a step back and looked at the woman. “I just want to be me … my real me.” He said, ignoring the burning feeling of the handprint on his cheek. “I cannot let you decide everything for me anymore, mother. I want you to leave me alone and just let me be myself! I’m so sick of being pestered by you and father!” He spoke loudly before looking away. “I love you mother, and father too … but I have to be able to be me, why can’t you understand that?” He asked as he felt tears gather in his eyes.

Mrs Takashima looked at him and then smiled before stepping away from her son. Kouyou was confused by this but his confusion did not last long, for just a moment later he felt a firm hand on his shoulder. Slowly he turned and looked into the blazing eyes of his father, noticing the hate that burned in them. The man looked at him and just smiled slightly. The look on his father’s face made Kouyou shiver. “Son, son, son …” He shook his head and looked at his wife. “Start the car. Our son and I will be there in a moment.” Mrs Takashima smiled softly and left the room, leaving her son behind with her husband.

“F-father? The car? W-where are you taking me?” Kouyou asked silently, biting his lip before looking straight into his father’s eyes. The man smiled and informed him that he merely wanted to show Kouyou a glimpse of his future. Kouyou looked at his father with an expression that betrayed his confusion. It made his father laugh slightly before he grabbed the wrist of his son and pulled him outside with him. Kouyou tried in vain to get free from the firm grip of his father but eventually he gave in and just let the man push him into the car.

Kouyou looked at his mother who took a seat in the backseat next to him. He had no idea how to feel on the moment. His father still had that smile on his face and though Kouyou did not exactly know why, he couldn’t help but feel scared. He had never seen his father like that before. And the way his mother looked at him only made him feel even more insecure. He looked at his hands before biting his lip slightly. The deadly silence that filled the car was terrifying and Kouyou just absentmindedly stared outside the window. Neither of his parents spoke a word and Kouyou himself didn’t actually want to say anything either. The road went on and on and it somehow seemed to numb his mind as the scenery did not change that much. Just a town after a town and soon a road that lead toward Tokyo City.

The young male looked up at the sign when they took the highway exit into the city. Kouyou had always wanted to go to Tokyo. It was his dream to move to Tokyo and make music there. After all he believed that Tokyo would be the best chance for him to reach the top. He glanced at his parents, noticing the unfaltering smile of his father and the calm expression on his mother’s face. It reminded him of the fact that he was oblivious to plans of his parents. Though the fact that he was in Tokyo on this very moment should have made him smile, it somehow cast a dark shadow on his mind-set. They would never willingly take him to Tokyo, Kouyou knew that. After all they had been trying so hard to rid him of his dreams which they had labelled as ridicule. And soon was it impossible for Kouyou to even admire the magnificent buildings of the capital, for the city of his dreams felt like the city of his nightmares. The unawareness about his future was driving him crazy and it only made him dislike the city he had longed to inhabit one day.

Kouyou sighed deeply and turned his gaze at the sky. It was still light out but he knew that it would not last for a long time. Soon the darkness would start to take over and paint the sky black. His mother turned to him and put her hand on his shoulder. “Kouyou, sleep a bit … We will still be on the road for a while.” Her voice was soft and Kouyou frowned when she saw her nod at him, as if to reassure him that it was alright. He bit his lip and glanced at the sky and then at his father. The man was focussed on the road and did not glance back one moment. It was on this moment that Kouyou finally broke his own vow of silence and spoke: “Mother, where are you taking me?” Her expression remained unchanged as she just sighed and shook her head, evading her son’s question by telling him again that he should sleep a bit. The talking about sleeping made Kouyou realise that he indeed felt tired. He had been feeling tired all day long but it was finally starting to catch up on him. She repeated her words once more when Kouyou put his hand over his mouth and yawned. He shifted his position slightly so that he was sitting in a more comfortable way before closing his eyes and letting his sleep overtake him. If they indeed would be on the road for a while longer, then it would not matter much if he slept a bit.

~~~

The sky was pitch-black when Kouyou shifted and stretched slightly. He opened his eyes with a yawn and ran a hand through his now honey-blonde hair as he tried to identify his surroundings. His father was still driving the car and his mother seemed to be focussed on her booklet with Sudoku’s. He looked outside but failed to see anything except the moon and the stars, which were shining brightly in the sky. Still oblivious to his future, he looked at the stars with a small smile gracing his lips.  The sight of the beautiful constellations had a calming effect on Kouyou, it almost made him forget the fear that he had felt earlier.

When Kouyou looked at the clock he could see it was already around eleven in the evening. It surprised him that they had been on the road for over three hours already. He looked at his father when the man took a turn, and wondered if they were almost at their destination. Frankly Kouyou had no idea why his father would drive this far on a weekday, after all he was still in school and his father was the very person to push him to work harder. It made Kouyou rather nervous to know that his father was taking his time to drive all this way, to where-ever he was, with that smile on his face. As if it was something that he could not wait to see, something he had longed for. It even scared him a bit and made his mind go over all possible scenarios he could come up with. Perhaps they would just drop him there, in the middle of nowhere and hope he would die? Or perhaps they would kill him, or lock him up somewhere? He had no idea what to expect.  Kouyou’s mother next to him put her booklet away and looked at her son, smiling softly. But the smile did not calm him down, quite the contrary even, it just fed the uneasy feeling that was spreading through him.

He could feel his heart race when he spotted the light on the far end of the road. As they approached the light Kouyou could see that the light was coming out of a gigantic building. The car stopped in front of the building and Kouyou stared at it. It was big and sober. The bricks were grey and the few lights that could be seen were coming from windows on the ground floor. The windows on the other floors were all covered with curtains. Kouyou had no idea what to expect from this building, it looked like some kind of hospital or institute or something. Something scientific. It scared him. “F-father, did we … did we arrive?” He asked silently, biting his lip.

Mr Takashima just took the key from the contact and got out the car, followed by his wife. He opened the door for Kouyou and looked at him. His gaze made it easy for Kouyou to understand that he wanted the other to get out of the car as quickly as he could. Kouyou nodded slowly at his father and got out the car, looking at the man in front of him before looking around again. The building just send shivers down his spine. He had no idea why exactly but it just scared him, it seemed cold and threatening.

A hand softly touched his shoulder and he looked at his mother as she motioned him to follow his father inside. He didn’t want to go inside, he could feel it would only lead to something he would dislike greatly, but one look from his father changed his mind. He hated how his father had so much power over him while he was trying so hard to do things on his own way. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he followed the man toward the building and stopped walking when his father stopped and rang the bell.

The sound of things shifting and unlocked could be heard through the little open window next to the front door. Uruha looked at his mother, wondering why they were taking him to a place in the middle of nowhere that needed such security. The door slowly opened and a woman that was in her mid-thirties looked at them, taking in the three people before her before nodding curtly and letting them in. As soon as Kouyou walked inside he felt as if he had walked into a hospital or a mental institution or something. He looked around, seeing only white walls, white chairs and white tables. It was downright frightening how white the room was. His mother put a hand on his shoulder, as if to calm him down, but he knew better. The look on her face was stern and cold.

The woman that opened the door lead them to a smaller room and told them to sit down before taking place behind her desk and looking for some papers. A moment later she found the papers and handed them to Mr Takashima together with a pen. The man ignored Kouyou’s curious looks and filled in the paperwork before signing it and handing them to his wife. She read over it quickly and nodded before signing the papers as well. The woman behind the desk retrieved the papers and smiled. “Now that this is settled, I assume you wish to see the others from the dorm?” Her voice was soft but Kouyou just knew something was wrong. Not just with the woman, with the entire building and the strange behaviour of his parents.

Kouyou’s parents stood up and followed the woman, leaving Kouyou no choice but to follow as well. He was lead through hall after hall, they turned corridor after corridor until he no longer knew where he was, and the white walls were only making it even more difficult to orientate himself. The building had not seemed that big on the outside. When the others stopped abruptly he bumped into them, falling on the floor and muttering a quick sorry before scrambling up. The woman however said nothing and just opened a white door, looking inside. “As you can see, Mr and Mrs Takashima, our patients are kept in clean environments and have as many books to their disposal as they wish. We believe that television is an instrument for the corruption of the weak minds so we have no television available for them.”

Kouyou looked inside and saw three boys that had to be around his age. They were all clothed in a white cotton shirt and trousers with simple white slippers. One of them looked up and smiled brightly at the visitors before turning his attention back to the book. He was a beautiful young man that wore glasses and when he smiled you could see these small dimples in his cheeks. Kouyou looked at the boy that had smiled at them and wondered if they knew him. Were they visiting this young man? If so, then who was he? “M-mother,” he started to ask, but he was cut off by the woman, “Now, if you like we can continue the tour or …”

It was  Kouyou’s father that simply shook his head. “We have seen all we had to see. We will be on our way then.” The woman smiled. “Of course, I will assure you that you will receive a weekly letter with the proceedings.” Mr Takashima shook his head and turned to his wife. “That shall not be needed, is it?” Mrs Takashima shook her head as well and then just smiled briefly at her son. “Kouyou, dear, would you mind saying hello to the boys?” Kouyou looked at his mother with a frown but when he saw the gentle expression on her face he nodded slowly and walked into the room. As he approached the other boys the door closed and the sound of a lock being turned reached his ears. Kouyou froze, trying to analyse the sound he had just heard and what the reason could be. They had just locked him up with these three strangers.