Gifts

Gifts

Flora_Winters

I do not own Gakuen Heaven or any of its amazing characters and I’m not making any money off writing this either.

Summary: Bell Liberty Academy is home to the most gifted boys in Japan. All of the students possess a very special ability, making them outcasts from the rest of society. This school is their haven, their heaven. This story will contain male/male parings, and some strong language here and there. This story may even remind you of X-Men. I’m not really sure if this will be a crossover or not, since there will be no characters from X-Men in it. It might even remind many of Heroes, too. Hmm, such a dilemma this is. Oh, well, enjoy the story, ya’ll.

Chapter Sixteen

Keita suddenly felt himself falling as if from a great height. It happened so fast, he didn’t even get the chance to cry out in fright. His blue eyes snapped open. He sat up, finding himself in his old bedroom.

Sunlight was streaming through the window and the sound of songbirds filled his ears with their musical chirpings. He looked around his room in shock. What? How had he gotten back here? What was this? This house had been destroyed in the tornado he had caused.

“Rise and shine!” A voice shouted from beyond the closed door. It was his mother’s voice. “You have school this morning, Ito!”

He had school? He had never been allowed to go to school. What the hell was this? What was going on? Was this some kind of dream? But, his room looked and felt very real. Well, most vivid dreams do feel very, very real.

He slowly got to his feet, finding that the carpet under them even felt the same. This was wrong. What the hell was happening? Where were Kazuki and Naruse? He didn’t like this.

He walked over to the window, looking out it. The neighborhood looked just the way it always had. He jumped when the doorbell rang. He turned, looking at the door to his room. The poster of Nittle-Grasper was on it. Ryuichi Sakuma was smiling at him.

“Ito!” His mother called again. “Kazuki and Naruse are here to walk with you to school. Hurry up!”

Now, he knew he had to be dreaming. There was no way this could be real. He had never known the two of them while being prisoner in this house.

“Keita!” Naruse yelled, knocking on his door. “Did you die?”

“Oh, shut up!” Kazuki snapped from behind the door, too. “That’s not even funny to joke about, you idiot!”

“What did you call me?” Naruse snarled angrily. “I dare you to call me that again.”

There was a silent pause.

“Idiot,” Kazuki calmly said.

Keita blanched when he suddenly heard twin yelps of pain. Even in a dream, those two were always dueling with each other.

He ran to his door, throwing it open with wild eyes. The two of them were on the floor, rolling backwards and forwards with each other. Naruse was trying to strangle Kazuki and Kazuki was pulling on Naruse’s long hair.

“Take it back!” Naruse roared.

Kazuki jerked on his hair. “Never!” He gagged. “Not ever!”

The two of them were dressed in school uniforms. They were very different from Bell Liberty’s style and colors. They were hissing and snapping at each other like a pair of pissed off kittens.

He cleared his throat. “Um, excuse me.”

Both teens froze in mid-punch to look up at him with wicked eyes. Keita took a slight step back. The two of them were gazing up at him as if he were a yummy ball of colorful yarn just waiting to be played with. They both retracted their claws, getting to their feet, smoothing out their clothing.

“Good morning, Keita,” Naruse smiled, pouncing on him. “Did you sleep well?”

Keita’s eyes suddenly grew wide with fright. Where was his father? What if he sees the handsome blond hugging him like this? It wouldn’t be good.

“You look well rested, Keita,” Kazuki said, fixing his collar. “But, shouldn’t you get dressed now?”

“I’ll help you,” Naruse giggled in his ear. “I love playing dress you up, Keita.”

“Come on, idiot,” Kazuki said, snatching Naruse by the back of his belt, pulling him away. “And keep your dirty paws off Keita.”

The redhead could only blink as he watched the two of them walk off down the steps, fighting with each other the whole way. He was surprised to see that they didn’t try to throw each other down the stairs.

He walked over to his closet, seeing that it was filled with all his old clothes. His sock drawer was full and still in perfect order. He pinched his arm and it hurt like hell. Was all of this real? Had he fallen into some weird, alternate dimension? None of what was taking place was making any sense to him.

“Hurry up, Ito!” His mother shouted. “Breakfast is getting cold!”

What? Now he really knew none of this was real. His mother never cooked. She had no reason to cook for a demon.

He began to put on the school uniform he had found. It had never been there before. It was the only article of clothing in the closet that didn’t belong there. Well, he might as well just play along until he decides to get bored and wake up from all this craziness.

Am I being tested? Is this the test? I was in the temple earlier. Is all of this the Elder’s doing?

He gazed into the oval mirror that was hanging on the wall before him. His own face was looking back at him. He ran his hand through his hair and left the room. He could smell breakfast. It actually smelled yummy.

His stomach growled as he made his way down the steps. He actually felt hungry. Had he ever been hungry in a dream before? This was all very strange to him. How in the world was all this being created? Was this the power of the Elder?

“Good morning, sleepy-head,” his mother greeted him, setting the table. “I even fixed miso, too.”

Kazuki and Naruse were seated at the round table. Kazuki smiled at him with vibrant lavender eyes and Naruse was stuffing his handsome face.

He took a seat at the breakfast table with them. The food and drink even tasted real.

“Eat up, boys,” his mother told them, leaving the room. “You have exams today.”

Keita looked up from his rice.

He had exams? What exams?

Naruse groaned.

“Did you study hard, Keita?” Kazuki asked him, taking a sip of juice from this glass.

Keita looked over at the good-looking teen. He nodded his head. It was such a lie.

Naruse groaned again.

“Well, why don’t you just die already?” Kazuki snapped at the blond.

“I wish I could!” Naruse yelled right back, raising his head, glaring at him with deadly green eyes. “That way I’d never have to look at your ugly face again!”

“Here,” Kazuki said, picking up a knife off the table. “Go to a park and use this then. Just don’t let the other children see you. They might get some funny ideas.”

Keita blinked. The two looked ready to kill each other. Well, he was happy to see that this was still the same.

“How about I use it on you?” Naruse sneered.

Kazuki grinned, cocking his head to the side. “Would you like to give it a go, big guy?”

“No!” Keita suddenly heard himself saying out loud. “There will be no killing at the breakfast table.”

The two teens looked over at him.

“You two can at least wait until after lunch,” he told them, taking a sip of his apple juice. It still tasted real and it was good.

Naruse snorted and Kazuki chuckled. It caused him to feel just a little bit more secure in this strange dream. The two of them were still glaring poisonous needles at each other though.

Keita sighed. For some odd reason, he felt like this was going to be on of those very, very long dreams. He just knew it.

“And try not to get too much blood on my uniform,” he told the two of them, rising to his feet. “I just got it in the other day.”

Both boys nodded, promising only to attack each other at a reasonable distance from him. It made him smile. He knew they would never really hurt each other. He loved them both very, very much.

“Shall we be going then?” Kazuki asked, getting to his feet as well. He slung his backpack across his shoulder.

Naruse did the same with his duffle-bag. It was rather large.

He looked to see that his backpack was on the counter, near the door. He walked over, picked it up, and slid it on.

“Have a good day!” His mother yelled from the other room. “And do try to do well on all your exams!”

He told her the same, telling her that he would do well, before following after the other two out the door. Where the hell was his father? For some odd reason, he was beginning to get a bad feeling.

The sky was blue and the air was warm. It was such a beautiful day. He began to wonder how long it was going to last. Wasn’t it about that time for all this fluffiness to become a scaly nightmare?

~*~

The beautiful day suddenly came to a drastic halt when a single gunshot blast boomed throughout the school halls. All became deathly silent and that was when the panicking promptly began. Students were rising from their seats and teachers were looking around with stunned expressions on their scholarly faces.

On the second floor, in room number 22, Keita was standing in the center of a frightened class. The left side of his face was splattered with blood. He looked as if he were wearing a crimson mask. His eyes were wide and tearing up.

Naruse suddenly crumpled over, landing on his back with a loud thud. A pool of blood began forming around his head. He had a bullet-hole right between his green eyes.

“NARUSE!”

Keita tried to go to him, but the shooter had a tight hold on him. He gazed down, trembling in fear, seeing all that blood. The screams filled the room as the gun was put right back to his temple.

“I told him not to move,” the shooter chuckled in his ear. “Now, tell me where the other one is, Ito Keita.”

Keita was frozen. He couldn’t move. All he could do was look down at Naruse’s unmoving body.

The light streaming through the windows began to fade as the sky outside grew dark. Thunder began to rumble above his head.

“Oh, Keita,” the voice from his mind whispered like frost across bones. “What did I tell you?”

“KEITA!” A loud voice yelled, throwing open the door to the classroom.

More students screamed.

The shooter spun around with him. It was Kazuki.

“No!” Keita shouted as lightning flashed outside the window. “Run, Kazuki! He killed Naruse!”

The gun was pressed against his temple hard, making him whimper in pain. The tears fell from his eyes and it began to pour the rain. It was a flash-flood.

This is a dream. This is only a dream. None of this is real. NONE OF THIS IS FUCKING REAL!

“Naruse?” Kazuki asked.

“Let me out, Keita!” The voice in his head commanded. “Let me out before he takes Kazuki away from you, too! Do you want to be left all alone in this world?”

“YOU BASTARD!” Kazuki shouted, running forwards. “LET KEITA GO!”

Keita was shoved back and he fell at the fallen blonde’s large feet as another gunshot rang out. The students screamed. Some even ran passed him, stepping on Naruse as they did so. He scrambled to his knees, turning his head, seeing Kazuki looking down, holding his hands to his stomach. There was blood pooling around his fingers.

“KAZUKI!” He screamed like a wailing vortex.

Lavender eyes looked up at him. There was so much guilt in them. Why was he looking at him like that?

Another blast filled the room. The right side of Kazuki’s face exploded in a spray of blood and tissue. Keita watched in horror as Kazuki fell to his knees, toppling over onto his back with a sickening thud.

The masked shooter laughed.

Keita trembled.

The chains inside his mind exploded into a violent storm of silver dust. The sleeping maelstrom within him rose up, stretching its powerful limbs. He threw his head back and screamed in agony.

A monstrous roar came from his mouth, sounding like a category-five hurricane. The roaring winds drowned out his cries and lightning filled his eyes. He allowed all his deadly power to erupt from him with the force of a super volcano.

~*~

The Elder was in shock. The power readings were off the scale. His enchanted mirror cracked, and then shattered, making him cover his face with his dangling sleeve.

Keita screamed, and he screamed, and he screamed some more from within the sacred space that was containing his violent, destructive power. Lightning was flashing from his body, making him glow as if he were a molten hot star. Those screams soon turned to wild, maniacal laughter.

The Elder blinked. A fine line was snaking its way across the glass wall before him. Keita’s fury was cracking the holy glass.

“Ito Keita!” He called to him in a brilliant ray of warm light. “All is well. Come back now.”

The redhead continued to howl with insane laughter as his power flowed from him, summoning the destructive forces of the elements to do his bidding. His eyes were wide, glowing like acidic blue stars, and unseeing. He was lost, consumed by his hellish nightmare.

The Elder pursed his lips. Well, this wasn’t good. No, not one little bit.

“Hey, Kaz,” he said, turning to the unconscious teen. “I need you to wake up and fix Keita for me now.”

The glass continued to crack as Keita floated up into the air on the wings of the storm. His clothing was being ripped and shredded off his glowing white flesh.

This caused the Elder to role his eyes. If that glass shattered, the whole island could be devoured by the sea.

“Okay, Kazuki,” the Elder said, rushing over to him as quickly as his short little legs could carry him, without falling over his robes. “You can wake up now and fix him. You were right. I was wrong. Are you happy now?”

“NARUSE!” Keita screamed like a psycho, making the Elder look. The lightning was flashing around his body, clothing him with destructive light. “KAZUKI!”

Well, that definitely answered one of his many questions. The godling was deeply attached to Kazuki and Naruse. He really did think the two of them were dead.

“I’LL KILL YOU ALL!” The redhead roared, sending forth a wave of powerful winds to strike the weakening glass. It cracked all the more. His voice was very deep. His power was consuming him. The room and walls around shook from that terrible force. “I’LL MAKE YOU ALL SCREAM AND DIE, DIE, DIE!”

“Oh, sweet mommy,” the Elder said, looking this way and that. What was he going to do? He began shaking the sleeping teen. “Wake up, Kazuki. I command you to wake up!”

Lavender eyes softly fluttered open and then narrowed into slits.

~*~

Usaretama looked up from her depthless abyss. She could taste that power on her forked tongue. Oh, she had to have him. She wanted to slice him open and bathe in his blood. His crimson fluid would set her free.

“I know where you are, Ito Keita!” She laughed, sending the perpetual darkness rolling like titanic ocean waves under her divine feet. “And I’m coming for you!”

To Be Continued…