Gifts

Gifts

Flora Winters

I do not own Gakuen Heaven or any of its amazing characters.

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 Two

Keita was sitting in a comfortable chair before the doctor who was listening to his heartbeat. He was told to take deep, even breaths, and he did so. The stethoscope was cold against his bare flesh from where he had to lift his shirt up. His chest was like carved porcelain with pale pink nipples.

The young man behind him with the beautiful lavender eyes had a hand on his right shoulder. The contact helped him to feel comfortable as the doctor ran his tests. It was like the guy was in his head, calming the storm that wanted to break loose and destroy everything in its path.

Dr. Matsuoka removed his stethoscope, telling Keita that he could lower his shirt now. He was okay. There was nothing physically wrong with him. He was in great shape to be exact.

Keita could only nod his head. He wished there was something wrong with him. It would be what he deserved. That fallen tree should have smashed him to a pulp. He was a murderer.

That gentle hand squeezed his shoulder as the doctor handed him a small bottle filled with a few pills that would help him sleep. He looked at them and gave him a weak smile as he put the bottle in his shirt pocket.

The doctor nodded his head. It was all he could o. He was only trained to deal with physical health, not mental. The poor kid was going to be in need of some serious help.

“Kazuki,” he said, getting to his feet. “May I have a word?”

Keita blinked, turning his head to look up at the lavender eyed guy who was standing directly behind him. “Your name is Kazuki?”

He nodded his head with a white smile. “Kazuki Endo.”

Keita turned back around, looking down at his lap as the two walked off across the large room and into an office. Why did that name sound so familiar? Why did he feel so familiar? His touch was like a shield against everything that could hurt him.

He looked up when the door closed, seeing that the two of them were talking behind a sound proof window. Why did they need a sound proof window? He wished he knew how to read lips.

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“That kid is dangerous, Kazuki,” Dr. Matsuoka said, pointing with a long finger. “He demolished two city blocks in under ten minutes.”

“I know, Jin,” he said, mentally making him drop his finger. “It is impolite to point.”

“I hate it when you do that,” Jin said, taking a seat behind his desk. “What if someone had been in that tree outside that window? What if someone had been under it? What if it had been a tornado?”

“He’s lost, scared, and alone,” Kazuki said, looking out at Keita. “Just like you were. Just like we all were, Jin.”

“Yes,” he said. “But, my power is of a kinder nature. I can heal any physical wound with a touch.”

“I’ll give you that,” Kazuki grinned, leaning over the table. “But, what about when you flip the pretty side of that coin over, Jin?”

His eyes darkened. “I don’t do that. I could never do it again.”

Kazuki mentally caressed his cheek and tucked a loose strand of white hair behind an ear. “We don’t judge each other.”

Jin had to look away from those kind lavender eyes. “He could have hurt someone.”

“He could have,” Kazuki said, standing up straight again. “And you would have fixed them right up.”

“Are you going to tell him that his parents are still alive?” He asked.

Kazuki nodded. “Where would I be without you?”

“Sitting on a golden throne high above the world,” he said, picturing it in his mind. “Dictating how people should live their lives.”

Kazuki nodded. “It would be so easy to do just that.”

Jin shivered. He knew just how easy it could be, and just how hard Kazuki had to fight with himself on a daily basis. Society was a horrible place, and he had the power to control the most influential people in the world. It would be so easy for him to take it over and rule it all in a matter of days.

“Thank you for saving Keita’s life and reviving his parents,” Kazuki said, mentally kissing his cheek. “You are a true friend to me, Jin.”

“You would truly be lost without him, wouldn’t you?” He asked.

Kazuki turned around to see that Keita was standing at the window. His hair was blowing like flames in the wind.

“Can a body live without a heart beating in its chest?”

Jin shook his head, fighting against the tears. “No.”

“We will discover a way to save Hiroya,” he said, turning to look at him. “I will make up for what my grandfather tried to do to us.”

Jin nodded. “You best go and tell him that he’s not a murderer.”

“Jin,” Kazuki asked. “When you and the others found him, how bad was it?”

“Can’t you see?” Jin asked, poking his left temple.

Lavender eyes became wet with liquid pearls. “I don’t want to.”

“It was bad,” he said, pulling out a file, handing it to him to look at. “His spine was shattered, and he was very close to dying.”

Kazuki held the file in his hand and it began to dissolve away in sparkling dust. He had mentally shredded its molecular structure.

“Thank you,” he said, turning towards the door. “Thank you.”

The door closed and Jin put his head down on his desk and wept. He was so happy. He had done something good.

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Keita turned from the window when he heard the door to the small office open. Kazuki came walking out with his hands in his pockets. He actually looked a little nervous.

Kazuki could not take his eyes off of him. There he stood with his back to the sunlight that was pouring through the window onto him. His hair was like a halo of flame around his glossy white face that was illuminated by magical blue eyes. He looked just like her.

Keita gave him a weak smile. “Is something wrong?”

Kazuki stopped about two feet from him and looked down at his feet. “May I show you something, Keita?”

He cocked his head to the side in question. “What?’

“You’re not the only person who possesses a special gift, Keita,” he said, causing a pencil to float up into the air, and twirl before Keita’s stunned blue jewels. “I can move objects with my mind.”

He didn’t want to show him or tell him too much. Hell, this was nothing. He could have every object in the room, building, or campus, dancing in the air if he chose to do so. But, that would be taxing and dangerous. Not for him, but, for everyone else. He could lose control and have too much fun riding the power. The power was intoxicatingly seductive, almost as much as Keita’s beauty. He did not want to lose control again. It had cost him too much.

Keita poked the pencil and it flew right back to land on the desk across the room. He looked at Kazuki.

“Dr. Matsuoka, Jin, has the power of healing,” he said, looking over his shoulder at the empty window. “He was able to revive your parents.”

Keita’s eyes flashed and Kazuki swore he saw lightning flash from their corners. Thunder rumbled above their heads and across the blue skies outside the open window. He swore the thunder sounded confused.

“What?” Keita asked. His voice was like a creeping frost that killed.

Kazuki felt the cold wind blow through the window, seeing the sky quickly turning a winter gray. He could actually see the frost creeping across the window pane.

“He was able to bring them back to life,” he said, stepping towards him. “They are not dead, Keita.”

“Wow!” A voice shouted from outside the window. “It’s snowing in June, ya’ll!”

Kazuki looked from Keita’s icy face to the falling snow blowing through the window, into the room with them.

Keita was shivering and it was not from the cold. He raced forward with the snow and his fist was frozen a mere inch from Kazuki’s perfect nostrils. The tears streamed from his eyes as the man warmly took his fist in his hand, kissing it, and pulling him into an embrace as the snow danced all around them.

“I’m sorry, Keita,” he cooed, holding him tight. “I’m so sorry.”

“Who the hell are you?” Keita cried, trembling in those powerful arms as the snow fell like powdered sugar from the sky. “You’re lying! They’re dead! I killed them! I fucking killed them!”

“I can show you,” he said, opening up his mind, showing Keita that his words were true.

“It’s a lie!” Keita hissed, struggling to fight off the warm comfort. “It’s a trick!”

“They are alive and safe,” Kazuki told him. “I can take you to them, but…”

Keita froze. He couldn’t see them. His dad had tried to kill him. There was no way they would want to see a little freak like him.

“They do not remember you having any powers at all,” Kazuki said, slowly letting him go. “All they know is that you are here, receiving a wonderful education.”

Keita blinked and the snow storm slowly began to fade. “What about my home? What about the storm?”

“They remember it happening while you were here,” Kazuki told him. “They remember you visiting, making sure they were all right, and helping them with the cleanup.”

Keita looked up at him. “How long was I out?”

Kazuki suddenly looked grimmer. “A week.”

“The doctor said a tree fell on me,” he said. “But, I wasn’t…What happened to me?”

Kazuki shook his head, smiling. “Your powers drained you and your body needed to rest.”

That made sense. He always did feel a little tired when he caused something to happen. But, this had been major. He had caused a huge storm to strike. Fear was a powerful weapon.

He looked at Kazuki’s smooth neckline. “I don’t think I can see them right now.”

“And you don’t have to,” Kazuki said, gently squeezing his hand. “You don’t ever have to see them again.”

“How did you cause them to forget?” He asked.

Kazuki bit his bottom lip. Oops. Well, it was Keita.

Kazuki tapped his temple. “My power is similar to yours.”

“How so?” Keita asked, standing back a bit.

“It used to be too big for me to handle,” he said, looking down at him. “I could hear people’s inner voices all around me. I thought I was going crazy.”

Keita gasped in fear. “You can read my mind?”

Kazuki nodded. “But, I won’t.”

Keita was panicking. He thought this guy incredibly sexy. Oh, hell! Was he listening in? His arms are so nice. SHIT!

“How do I know you’re not lying to me?” He asked, feeling his face go pink.

Kazuki shrugged. “You’ll have to trust me.”

Trust him? Was he out of his goddamn mind? Pun intended! His lips are so nice. FUCK!

“How big?” Keita asked, wanting to know.

“Well,” Kazuki said, smiling. “Do you have a ruler?”

Keita fell flat on his face, crashed a truck loaded with nukes into a brick wall, and had rocks fall on his head. Oh, his mind was a dangerous place.

“Not that!” He yelled. His face was redder than Snow White’s apple. “You’re powers.”

“I’m rated as the most powerful student in the school as of today,” Kazuki said, wondering what the hell had made him say that. “Today is Tuesday, right?”

Keita shrugged. “Hell if I know what day it is.”

“I could own every government in the world by lunch on Saturday,” he said.

Keita gasped. Okay, that was pretty damn big.

“But, you, Keita,” he said, reaching out with a big hand, running his fingers through those silky red strands of fire. “You could have all of nature on its knees, worshipping you.”

Keita shook his head, wanting to lean into that touch. “I’m not a God.”

Kazuki smiled. “But, it would be so easy to set yourself up in one’s place, huh?”

Keita shivered. When he had walked out into his storm, he had felt dead on the inside, and yet, so very free. He had nothing but the power, and it felt wonderful. Nothing could stand up to him. He had been Nature in that moment. He had been Nature’s wrath. He could make the world’s weather dance to his beat.

Kazuki could see the seduction in his blue eyes. Oh, it was so easy to abuse the power.

“This school is designed to teach us to use our powers for good,” he said, seeing the blue sky appear once more with hot sunlight. The snow was quickly melting much to someone’s disappointment who was outside. “And to keep us safe from the outside world that would harm us if they knew of our existence.”

“I could cause it to never rain in Japan again,” Keita said, turning to loom out the window, looking up at the sky. “I could cause a hurricane to strike at five o’clock everyday. I could make it winter all year round.”

Kazuki gently pulled him away from the window. “Would you?”

Keita shook his head. “No.”

“I didn’t think so,” he said, smiling. “Would you like to see where you will be living should you decide to stay?”

Keita bit his bottom lip, nodding his head. “Yes.”

“Follow me,” he said, leading the way from the room.

Keita reached for his hand, but, froze, looking at his own. Why had he done that? Why did it feel so familiar?

“This is a very large school,” he said. “But, there are only fifty of us here.”

“Fifty?” Keita asked, jogging across the room to catch up.

Kazuki nodded as he opened the door. “We have the whole Island to ourselves.”

Keita gawked. “Island?”

Kazuki chuckled.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.