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 Four

There was a woman of unearthly beauty floating before him in silks of orange and scarlet hues. She seemed to be glowing like the yellow sun that burned in the sky throughout the day. Her skin was like amber fire and her hair like molten strands of lava red flames. She had eyes that burned a brilliant emerald green that was like the grass under his feet.

“Who are you?” He asked, reaching up for her.

Her smile was like the sun. Her beauty was brilliant, radiant, and blinding like the sun. He felt like his eyes would burn away to ash in his sockets if he was to look at her any longer.

Her voice was like the crashing of meteors, tearing their way through a thick atmosphere to bleed across the sky in fiery wonder to smash into the ground with awesome force. It was like a solar flare, dancing through the heavens, scorching anything that happened to stray across its path.

She looked so familiar to him, and yet, completely alien as well. He could not understand a word she way saying. In fact, it felt like her voice was going to melt his brain and make it run out his nose and ears.

She raised her brilliant amber hand, pointing it right at him. The smile never faltered from her beautiful face. A bright flash went off before him, enveloping him in colors he had never seen before, nor could he ever hope to describe them either.

His blue eyes snapped open and he gasped for breath as he fumbled to sit up.

“What’s the matter?” A voice asked him in concern. “You just started to drift off.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, holding a hand to his head, giving Kazuki a small smile. “It was only a dream.”

“Ah,” Kazuki said, poking him on the nose. “Is it something you’d like to share?”

He shook his head. It was a dream he had been haunting him for sometime now. It started happening the moment he had found out he had power over the weather. Just who the heck was this lady? Wow, he had such a headache. It caused him to wince in pain. It was hitting him like a ton of bricks right between the eyes, too.

“What is it?” Kazuki asked, seeing his obvious discomfort.

“My head hurts,” he said, squeezing his eyes shut. “The light is too bright.”

Kazuki mentally had the curtains slide shut, casting the room in darkness. “Is that better?”

Keita nodded. “That must be so handy.”

Kazuki chuckled. “I don’t even have to get up to get the remote either.”

Keita rolled his eyes, suddenly wishing he hadn’t done so. It only made his head hurt more and it made him dizzy, too.

“Switch me places,” Kazuki said, having him do so.

He was now sitting with his back against the wall, with Keita sitting between his legs with the back of his head resting against his chest. He was gently rubbing Keita’s temples in massage like motions.

“How does this feel?” Kazuki asked.

Keita was blushing really hard. How did it feel? It felt damn good. That’s what it felt like.

“Nice,” Keita sighed, knowing he must sound like a drooling idiot. “It feels really nice.”

“Good,” Kazuki smiled, continuing his administrations. “I joined the massage therapy club last year and learned a few things, but, I had to drop it because of certain…classes.”

“Ah,” Keita said, feeling like he was going to melt in the guy’s sexy hands. It just felt so damn good. “Will I have to join a club?”

“If you want to,” Kazuki said. “There are so many. What kind of hobbies do you have?”

“I like to nap,” Keita said, grinning.

Kazuki snorted. “Well, we do have a meditation class…”

“Sign me up,” Keita smiled, trying his best to control his hormones.

Just then, a cell phone began to ring, and Keita nearly wept when Kazuki removed his hands. The pounding between his eyes had subsided, but, those fingers had felt so good.

“Oh,” Kazuki said, looking at the number. “I’ll just take this outside.”

Keita nodded, moving so he could let the bigger teen up. He watched him walk across the room and let out a sigh when the door had clicked shut behind him.

He leaned back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. The room was really nice, and he wondered where the bathroom was. He felt like taking a relaxing bath or a really long hot shower.

Who was that woman in his dreams? She had been like looking up at the sun in the blue sky on a really hot day.

The door opened and Kazuki popped his head back inside. “I have to go for now, Keita. Will you be all right by yourself?”

Keita nodded his head. “Sure.”

“I’ll stop back by tonight and I’ll give you a formal tour of the place tomorrow,” he said, smiling at him. “Why don’t you go have a walk around?”

“Um,” Keita said, grinning. “Where is the bathroom?”

Kazuki pointed.

That was when Keita actually noticed the door for the first time. Well, he had only been in the room for a little bit. He had not had time to actually look around. He was so blushing.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” Kazuki said, making a note to get Keita a cell phone so he could call him if he should need something. “I will be back by later.”

“Okay,” Keita said, waving at him. “See you later then.”

“Are you sure you’ll be all right?” Kazuki asked, putting a foot back inside. “I can try to get someone else to take care of it.”

Keita nodded his head. “I’ll be fine, Granny.”

“Granny?” Kazuki gawked in shock.

The look on his face had Keita laughing. “She always worried about me and always took care of me when I was sick or in pain.”

Kazuki smiled. Well, at least he’s not calling me old.

“I’ll just take a bath,” he said, getting to his feet. “And go look around the lobby and maybe take a walk around the place.”

Kazuki nodded. “The students here are really nice, Keita. I’m sure you’ll make a few new friends by the time I get back.”

Keita walked over to him, giving him a hug. “Thanks, Granny.”

Kazuki sagged in his arms and sighed as he walked away. He grinned when he heard Keita chuckle and close the door. He was so happy. Keita liked him. Now, he needed to go give some old man a mental bitch slap back into reality.

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Keita walked over to his closet and opened up the door, gawking at all the clothes he saw inside. Surely they were not for him. Why, yes they were. They were all in his size, too. He had seven pairs of the school uniforms, and the rest were casual clothes. What had they done, take his measurements while he had been out of it? He noticed that there was a rack of shoes in his size as well.

He opened up his dresser, finding a drawer full of boxers, another full of underwear, and another full of socks. He opened up another, finding soaps, shampoos, deodorants, toothpastes, toothbrushes, floss, and a light facial moisturizer. That made him snort. They were all the brands he used.

“So,” he said, walking into his bathroom, seeing that it was even nicer than his room. “He did read my mind.”

He ran some hot water in the white marble tub and added some of the bath salts that were from some hot-spring in the north. The made the water a pretty blue color and he got in.

An hour later, he was dry, clothed, and walking down the stairs to the lobby. He could hear voices the closer he got. It sounded like some of his peers were home for the day. What time was it again? He really should learn to look at clocks before leaving.

“I told you not to touch them, you bird brained idiot!” A lovely voice shouted, followed by an even lovelier explosion.

Keita jumped, grabbing onto the banister. He had almost fallen on his ass.

“Aw,” an even deeper voice chuckled. “Come on Queen, I just wanted a sip?”

“I’m going to pluck out all your feathers!” The cultured voice shouted. “And cook you like a turkey!”

“Bring it on,” the voice laughed. “I’d like to see you get those girly hands of yours dirty.”

“Please,” a tiny voice asked. “Please, stop fighting, you two. Think of the flowers you might hurt.”

Keita slowly made his way around the corner to stop dead in his tracks. There were three guys standing in front of the fountain. Well, one was standing, the other was floating in the air above him, and the other one was sitting near a large flower. Well, actually, the one that was standing looked more like a girl…a very pretty girl.

“He has wings,” Keita whispered, taking a step back when three sets of eyes fell on him.

“Oh,” the guy with the wings said, flapping them. He looked just like an angel. “And who do we have here?”

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.