School Days [OPEN]

Riel's face must have been several shades of red (or maroon due to his skin color) as Mirza nuzzled his neck. That was incredibly awkward (at least for Riel it was). Although, Mirza's all but too apparent happiness made him feel even more god awful. Go figure.

Thankfully it was all over soon, though, despite Riel being stepped on. Then Mirza introduced them of course..and kissed him on the cheek. It wasn't an uncommon thing for the boy to do, but it still made Riel's shoulders heat up uncomfortably. He turned around and stared up at the other male, who was just as (if not more than) flamboyant than Mirza was. Okay, Riel had to be polite, this was Mirza's friend.
"Uhm..It's nice to finally meet you, Ryou.."
Again, there were no honorifics.

The brink of his lip twitched as the male above him seemed to go on and on. So much so that Riel thought he was joking, no, he was positive he was joking.
"Aha, yeah, we all want to be famous some day."

Riel stood without taking the other mans hand and scratched the back of his neck. He was three inches taller than Seiteki.
"I want to be a novelist someday, myself..Maybe publish some poetry." He gave an awkward, forced chuckle and smile.

"But yeah, I'm Riel, I'm sure Mirza has told you about me at one point or another.." He cast an almost dirty look at said person, "myself being Mr. Grumpy or otherwise."

Mirza only continued to smile, holding Ryou's wrist with one hand and taking Riel's hand in the other. It was almost like the two men were married and Mirza was their annoying little child with how it looked. He rocked slightly, shifting his balance from one foot to the other and repeating constantly, impatient to show Ryou around his dorm. He'd never really done so, usually getting outside the door before the other came to pick him up for practice.

"Come on, come on!" he finally said, dragging them both forward and towards the room. "I wanna show Ryou around the dorm!" He finally let go of the both of them to push the door open, running inside and waiting in the middle of the room excitedly. He always wanted to give Ryou a tour for some reason; maybe he just wanted the other to like him that badly, and for Mirza that included liking his room. Why? Who knew.

"Look, look, look!" he chirped, pointing to the bunks, his blue cloud-print blanket hanging over the top railing. "Look, I sleep up top and Mr. Grumpy sleeps on the bottom. It's like the angels like Mi-chan go up to Heaven and scary Mr. Grumpies have to sleep on the bottom, like... like Hell." His voice lowered almost conspiratorially as he looked at Riel, then to Ryou, hoping to impress him with his stupid bunk bed metaphor.

"Then over here there's this room but Ruru-chan never lets me see inside," Mirza continued, skipping to the back room and pouting. "I d'know why he doesn't, or what's inside." He scooted close to Ryou, getting on his tiptoes and whispering (more than loud enough for Riel to hear) into the glittery male's ear: "I think maybe he looks at... H stuff...."

Mirza bit his lip to suppress a giggle, blue eyes on Riel in utter amusement. He always had been curious as to what Riel exactly did in there, and the first thing he assumed, because of the privacy and strict rules about the back room, was that Riel couldn't be doing anything besides looking at porn.

Ryou cocked his head to the side, brushing his hands together as if wiping them of a job well done despite Riel shunning his help. He didn't know why someone would do that, but clearly the collision with the floor had scrambled his brain. That's also why Riel started going on about poetry. Fuck poetry, Seiteki was all about music.

"I said call me Seiteki, Ruru-chan~" Ah, he'd already picked up on Mirza's little nickname. Well, he really didn't have time to humor this little awkward roommate. He loved fans, but there was something a little off about this one. Did he really want... crazy fans? He shouldn't encourage them. So he let himself be tugged into the dorm room by Mirza.

His jaw dropped-- you couldn't even fit Ryou's bed in this room. Or this pathetic excuse for a room. It was more like a closet, the way you had to stack beds just to fit two people. Actually, Ryou might've had a closet just about this size.

"...is it humane to live in an enclosure this small? Is there any air?" Ryou asked, clearly having lived in his manor for far too long. He admired Mirza's witty commentary on the bunk beds with a nod of approval. He looked up at the sheets, so painfully cutesy, but somehow so predictable. He reached up a hand and grabbed a fistful of the softness that Mirza usually slept in. Not bad, but if he ever slept over at his place, he'd show him how a bed was really done...

Before he got too carried away with that thought, however, he swivelled back around to face the pittiful remainder of the room. At which point, he found himself particularly close to Riel. He thought he'd been a little odd earlier, but now he saw it, clear as day.

The underside of his nose.

Riel was taller than him. This was horribly unacceptable. His expression dropped immediately. He glared over at the secret room and put his hand to the doorknob. So Mirza couldn't go in... it wasn't stopping him. Besides, nothing wrong with a little porn. Might burn Mirza's eyes, but not his.

Riel neither glared nor frowned at the witty remark about the bunkbeds. He was used to it, to put it bluntly. In Mirza's mind he was no doubt the demon while his roommate was the angel, seeing as it wasn't just their clothing that was light and dark.

But there was one thing he would not tolerate...
"I said call me Seiteki, Ruru-chan~"
No, that simply wasn't going to work.

"Don't call me that. My name is Riel." Riel's polite voice from earlier had gone rather blunt, and even partially demanding. He watched as Seiteki look around the room in a strange, practically disgusted aw. Riel was aware of Seiteki's kind, seeing as he too was almost one of them..but not quite.

"You're wealthy, aren't you?" Riel questioned with a curiosity that didn't even sound all that curious, "I understand...but this place grows on you, it's better than being kept up all alone all of the time. The smaller space can feel like home, too."

He smiled admiringly at the poster decorated walls and hanging lights he had put up during his first year, among some of the other more abstract furniture and lightning. A small space for an artist was inspiring and easily to personalize.

Then the smile was gone as he caught the all too audible whisper into Seiteki's ear. Again, his brow pierced and he rolled his eyes toward the shortest of the three.
"Trust me if it was porn I would just----"

The Junior's voice trailed off when he saw the stranger's hand on the door. Although, he reminded himself that he always locked the door to hide his basses, amps, drumset, and small mixing station. Yes, all of the equipment he could ever need was safely locked away....
but as the hand rested on the small bronze knob, it turned..
Riel hadn't locked the door

SHIT

Riel was quick as he stepped in front of the door and grasping Seiteki's wrist quite tightly. His glare was so intense that it looked almost feral.

"Didn't you hear him? I don't let him inside, and I'm not planning on letting you in either."

His natural violet eyes narrowed dangerously as his hand tightened upon Seiteki's wrist, speaking the words he had earlier to Mirza but this time there was a threat in Riel's tone,
"Step away."

Ryou had more or less intended to offend Riel with the name comment, since he'd otherwise been unimpressed by the boy up until this point. And though he'd been right about him being wealthy (ah, so he had heard of him! He knew it. If only he weren't so stupid to see how obvious he was being) he hadn't been really welcoming. And so Seiteki was going to bring it upon himself to uncover the mysteries of this tiny, tiny room.

"Let go! What on earth do you keep in there?" He'd already said it wasn't porn, and really, who freaked out like this over porn? What was it, dead bodies? Now he really wanted to see inside.

"And if I dont step back...?" Seiteki turned his head to eye Riel, who was busy cutting off the circulation to his hand. Well, he'd find out. With his bound hand, he let the doorknob go, able to yank it away just enough to get his other hand on the knob. He twisted, turned, pulled, and got it open wide enough to slip the front of his foot in the door. He'd wiggle it open no matter what effort needed to be exerted! All in a flourish of glitter!

Okay, now Riel was severely pissed off. He hated stuck up brats like this, thinking they could always get their god damn way. At least he hadn't turned out like this.

"If you don't step back I'll break your fucking wrist," he sneered, twisting and pressing the bones in the glamor king's wrist as he turned his own hand. If he had done so anymore, it was likely that he would have sprained the man's hand.

"Can't you respect a person's privacy and back off?"

A part of Riel was just telling him to calm down, to just chill for two seconds. But this was a secret Riel had always kept from people for one reason or another, and he already began to hate this prick the moment he had laid eyes on him.

Then a struggle ensued, which caused plenty of cursing,
"Back.The.Fuck.Off!!!"

Riel tried to shove Seiteki away and slammed the door closed, but instead the power he exerted was forced upon the foot blocking the door's path, so instead he stood in front of the small opening and glowered and the offender. This guy was a bit harder to move compared to Mirza, despite his lithe frame.

"What the hell is your problem anyway?!" Riel growled. Why had Seiteki even started this in the first place?
What a prick.

Oh, no. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. In Mirza's mind, he was happily jumping from landmark to landmark (if anything in this tiny room could be called such) showing Seiteki their wonderful little shared home. And now Riel's famous Mr. Grumpy side was just ruining the happy atmosphere.

"Waaait!" Mirza shouted, running over but not getting too close, not wanting to get hurt. "Stop it! Stop yelling!" These were his two best friends (though neither of them probably saw him as such in return) and he didn't want them fighting.

It was probably safer to grab Seiteki and move him away but for some reason Mirza ran to Riel, taking his wrist and looking up at him pleadingly. His lip even trembled visibly.

"Please stop!" he begged, shaking Riel's arm up and down once. "Ryou didn't know!" Well, he did after the first warning, but... Miru wouldn't mention that little detail. "Please don't raise your voice like that, it's so scary!" With that, Mirza's head dropped, his black fringe covering his face in exaggerated sadness.

Ryou winced a bit, expecting his foot to be slammed in the door. He thanked the thick soles that stopped the door before it really crushed his helpless foot. Well, he'd put it in the line of fire himself, but he was sure it would forgive him. Unlike this guy. Oh well!

Ryou recovered from the shove, refusing to move his foot. Well, nobody shoved Seiteki around, so regardless of his guitarist's futile pleas, he'd be going for the win anyways. Resisting the urge to just knee him in the balls (really, if he were going to obstruct his view by standing in front of an opening that had his foot in it? He was asking for it. But then he'd have to move his foot, and he'd never give that door a chance to lock. Even if it might have been worth it.

"It's not good to keep secrets!" Ryou smirked, a cocky counterattack to Riel's boiling rage. "Really, what's wrong with you? It's not something illegal, is it~? Hiding these things from your own roommate is indecent~" His deep red lipstick smudged onto his canine as he bit lightly on his lip. He looked like a vampire the next time he smiled, and then backhanded Riel right across the cheek.

"Now let the fuck go of my wrist! I need that!"

Riel didn't even look at Mirza, his teeth clenched in a permanent sneer as he all but growled at Seiteki.

Hell, it was on now. There was no way that Riel was going to back down, especially when he knew he could take on this bastard. He was taller, he was stronger. The guy in front of him looked like he hadn't exercised a day in his life...and something about that made Riel even more disgusted. He hated the rich brats who never had to work a day in their life and thought they could get away with murder..

"It's not good to invade someone else's home either, or did your parents not teach you any fucking manners, you little stuck up piece of shit."

Riel may have been furious, but he still had his sense (or at least the majority of it to make witty remarks).
"and barging into a person's property without their consent is rude and unforgivable-"

His cheek suddenly stung with fire for a moment when he saw that all too satisfied smile upon Seiteki's smug little face. Had he just been....bitch slapped?
Screw sense, screw being civilized, this guy was fucking going down.

The Junior did indeed let go of the man's wrist, but only to grab a fistful of that ivory hair and pull. No, this wasn't a girly little yank, this was meant to threaten and control. Riel was furious now, so much so in fact that he wanted to hurt and scare the living piss out of this asshole at the same time. His soul flew from his body and he became possessed as all of his strength was exerted upon the other man.

He practically fell upon Seiteki as he pinned him to the ground, his hand still gripping the bastards hair and trying to pull his head back while the other wrapped around his neck just tight enough to hurt. The ajar door had most likely been opened further by the events, but Riel was far too concerned with putting this beauty queen in his place.

Normally, he wouldn't have let himself become like this, especially in front of Mirza of all people....heck, it was likely that Mirza had never seen him this pissed.
So, at least he would learn that this was the reason why Riel never let anyone into the back room.

There was a scream. Mirza backed away a couple of steps, delicate hands to his mouth in horror. It hadn't even been ten minutes since the two had met and here they were about to kill each other. This wasn't any good, no good at all.

Mirza had never seen Riel like this, and he didn't even realize the guy was capable of any other emotion besides aloof disinterest. Now he was like a scary tiger, pouncing on his Ryou, about to rip that precious glittery hair from his lovely scalp. He briefly wondered why Riel had never done the same to him—not that he wanted that, because who would want that?—since he silently admitted to himself that he could be a bit of a nuisance sometimes.

Finally the guitarist rushed forward again, kneeling beside the struggling pair, his arms trying to find some safe opening between them to break this all up.

"Quit it!" Mirza cried. "It's just a room! You're going to hurt him! Stop it! Stop, stop, stop, stop!" With every "Stop!" he yelled, he started to slam his palm down on Riel's shoulder blade, trying to get him to release that death grip on poor Seiteki.

But his haste and stupid platform shoes were a curse to the little male today, as his ankle twisted under him and he fell over right into the door, swinging it open completely. He landed on the floor face-down with a thud, half-inside the room and half-out, his arms splayed out in every direction.

"Owwie," he moaned miserably, pulling himself to his knees. Was this... it? The secret back room, Riel's H Den, as Mirza liked to think of it? Well, it didn't look very pervy....

"AHHH!" Ryou screamed, feeling his perfect little hairdo torn to ribbons by this beast that Mirza had to live with. Glitter covered the gothic one's hands like blood, as evidence of the atrocities he'd just committed. Ryou started choking overenthusiastically, as if that would make the other man let go of his neck rather than revel in his victory and choke him harder. His arms flailed a bit until he stretched to reach behind him, and take advantage of that long ebony hair his attacker possessed.

Slim fingers latched onto the black locks and yanked in return, tugging and screaming as a given. He probably fought like a toddler, kicking like he did, rolling around despite his expensive clothing. "Leggo leggo! That's my hair! I was invited in here by Mirza and you're pulling my precious hair. What kind of maniac attacks Seiteki!?"

Then, Mirza, in all of his idiocy, managed to open up the door to the secret room. Ryou had his face ground into the carpet at the time, but he managed to turn his head and look a little. This was the famous back room? Looking inside, he could see the silhouettes of a musician's dreamland. It almost resembled his studio, except it was tiny and cramped with undoubtedly bad acoustics. But... why was that... secret?

"...You play?" Ryou was a little dumbfounded. All this over a little bit of music? Maybe he was a closet Seiteki fan after all.

Mirza was hardly even a distraction at this point, the poor boy.

The mass amount of glitter that fell from the man's hair nearly made Riel sick..and god, what the hell was he doing? It was almost as if Seiteki was having some sort of tantrum. He almost wanted to smack him and tell him to fight like a freaking man, not some five year old pussy.

He let out a displeased growl as he felt the opposer's hand wind into his hair and give a harsh yank, but Riel had experienced worse..and don't forget that he was probably too angry to give a damn.

"And what kind of idiot talks in third person?!" he countered.

Riel hadn't even noticed that the door had opened, and he was probably two seconds away from strangling the keytarist when he heard that absolutely baffled sounding question.

"...You play?"
He paled. Well, the cat was out of the iron shackled bag now...and these idiots would be the first people to know, great. Just. Great.

"I-I..uh" Riel stuttered, unsure of how to respond, seeing as normally he would have denied it completely. Now, however, the proof was staring everyone in the face. Needless to say, his anger had immediately been replaced by awkwardness and confusion. What was he fighting for now if there was nothing he could do to hide it?

Very slowly, he let go of Seiteki and stood up. He didn't really respond as he grasped the door and began to close it, maybe if he said nothing they would just let it pass?
..but after his claw and tooth performance that was highly unlikely.

Play? Riel? His roommate knew how to play and he didn't know. How was that even possible! Mirza was a little miffed at not being told something so important, but he was a little too in awe of the fact that Riel liked music too. He wondered if he was any good.

"How come you didn't tell Mi-chan?" Mirza asked, getting to his feet rather clumsily and wiping his long shorts off. "Your secret H Den isn't a big deal, really." Before Riel could close the door, Mirza casually pushed past him, nudging it back open with his shoulder. He looked over the room, eyes filled with childish wonder.

"Amazing," he murmured, resisting the urge to run his fingers over everything; he had a feeling Riel would get mad at him if he did. He didn't exactly want his hair to be pulled on, so he was good at keeping his control just this once.

"Hey, Ryou," Mirza called, "don't we need more band members?" He stared back hopefully, wide blue eyes flitting from Seiteki to Riel and back again. Even though they'd just fought on the ground like a pair of middle schoolers, Mirza couldn't help but think they were already gaining a new band member. He didn't even stop to think that the two men would never get along with each other.

Ryou lay there for a moment, slowly bringing himself to sit up, his long legs crossed and his hands draped in his lap. He slouched forward, narrowing his eyes a little, just thinking over this little room. He'd just been beaten over a room... with musical instruments inside. This guy was trying to hide music from a musician. What the hell was going on here?

He shook his head like a dog drying off, tapped his head a few times to make sure it was okay, rubbed his forehead down the bridge of his nose, and then left his hand sitting there, digging into his cheeks and covering his mouth. Ah... it really made no sense.

"You play the..." Slowly he rose, getting to his feet and stepping in the room after Mirza. A load of mixing implements, but also a notable bass guitar. Ryou turned to Riel, examining both the guitar and the man for a long bit of time. Yes, they did seem to fit, Riel and that bass.
"Bass. You're a bassist. Why didn't you say anything! You knew Mirror Box didn't have a bassist." Ryou flailed, ignoring the fact he might never have heard of Mirror Box (though living with Mirza, how could he not have) and that he'd hated this guy just a minute ago. Music before trifling disagreements, right? Besides, all this started over this secret music room.

"All this time, my guitarist was living with our ever needed bassist... the things we could do with a bass! That would fill in the band, do you realize this? All we need is that bass!" Ryou pointed dramatically at the guitar, enough sparkles left in his hair to fly out at his dramatic motions. Finally, he resumed his calm, and turned to Riel, looking at him like a serious adult for the first time since he'd shown up.

"Would you want to play bass in our band?" It was no longer a question of if he was good, just if he would.

Space! Solitude! Where the hell had all of that gone? All Riel wanted what his god damn space, and what ever little space and privacy he had left was now officially gone. He almost wanted to hit Mirza over the head for walking past him so easily into the room he had never been let into before. That was Riel's space, no one elses.

"Hey! Just because you saw it doesn't mean you can just go waltzing in---!" His voice sounded a little strangled. This had never happened before, and it was never supposed to happen. Riel himself wasn't even sure how to handle the situation.

"Hey, Ryou....don't we need more band members?"

He knew Mirza was in a band, and he knew the band was desperate for a bassist, and one of the reasons he didn't want Mirza of all people to know was because he knew he would be asked to join. He didn't want to join, he had no desire. He had never wanted to say 'no' more than he did now, especially with those blue eyes looking at him so hopefully.

"N-now wait a second-!" He began, stuttering. However, Seiteki easily interrupted him with his own sparkling enthusiasm. Riel clenched his fist as the keytarist too stepped into the room without permission. God dammit, did either of these two even listen?

"No," Riel said bluntly before Seiteki could even finish his question.
"I don't play for people, I play for myself."

It was probably more of a 'couldn't' than a 'would'. Riel couldn't play in front of a single person, let alone an entire crowd. There was no way.

"That's why I didn't show Mirza, now get out."
His voice had gone unmistakably cold as he held a finger to the outside of the door.