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 Five

Keita could not take his blue eyes off the handsome man with the big white wings. The winged vision of masculine beauty was now standing just a few feet from him with his hands on his hips, striking a Peter Pan like pose. The guy didn’t have a shirt on and he was pure, sculpted muscle. Those feathery wings were just as powerful looking, too, and white as snow. The angel was looking at right at him the way an eagle does a yummy looking fish just before it swoops down, snatching it in its razor sharp talons.

“Give it back!” The very feminine looking guy hissed like burning flames. “Before I broil you and make chicken and dumplings!”

Keita’s eyes widened when the long-haired guy was suddenly holding a ball of deadly looking fire in his palm, aiming at the sexy birdie. So, he had been the one to cause the explosion that had almost sent him tumbling down the steps just a few seconds ago. Ah, that would explain the scorching on the wall over there, too.

“Please, don’t fight,” the other guy with the long gray hair pleaded. He was peeking out from behind a pillar. He looked to be extremely shy. “You’ll hurt the plants if you fight.”

Keita noticed that all the plants in the lobby seemed to be growing at a rapid rate to be closer to the gray haired teen. Did the guy have some kind of power to control flora?

“Calm down, Kaoru,” the handsome birdie said. “You can be such a hotheaded queen. It was just a silly teacup.”

Kaoru’s delicate nostrils flared and Keita swore he saw smoke coming from them. The guy’s snow white flesh looked like it was glowing pink. Oh, hell. It was glowing pink.

“It was just a silly teacup!” He yelled, eyes glowing red. “I’ll show you just a silly teacup!”

He threw out his pretty hands, sending a pillar of fire racing right for the man with wings. The angel took to the air in a blur of speed and Keita jumped to the ground. The flames roared right over his head, engulfing a flowering bush behind him.

“Hold still!” Kaoru steamed, stomping his foot. “So I can toast you real good!”

“Please, stop,” the other guy whimpered, holding out a quivering a hand, as Keita looked up to see the angel taunting the angry man.

“Calm down,” the angel laughed. “You’re upsetting Iwai.”

Kaoru threw another fireball at the guy’s head.

“I SAID STOP!” Iwai screamed, causing the ground to quake under their feet, and sent giant vines from out of the ground to restrain them.

Keita gasped as he stumbled to his feet, falling back against a pillar.

Iwai sent the two of them crashing into the fountain with a giant splash. They came up coughing and gasping for air as the vines sunk back into the earth.

Keita looked at the young man in shock. The poor thing was biting his bottom lip hard enough that it was now bleeding. He looked like he was about to break down and cry his eyes out.

“I’m sorry,” Iwai whispered, turning, and running towards the glass doors in tears.

Keita jumped when the door slammed and turned to see the two teens stumbling out of the fountain.

“This is your fault!” Kaoru hissed angrily at the angel. “Why can’t you just leave my things alone?”

The angel flapped his wet wings, pouting as they drooped in shame. “You know I can’t resist the pretty shiny.”

The pretty man smacked him across the back of his head. “Idiot!”

The angel rubbed his head, took to the air, soaring out the doors, yelling after Iwai.

“You,” Kaoru said, pointing right at Keita. “You saw nothing, newbie.”

“What?” Keita asked.

“Exactly,” Kaoru smiled. “You catch on quickly.”

“Kaoru?” A voice asked, coming around the corner. “What was all that noise about?”

“It was nothing, Omi,” he said, pushing his wet hair out of his lovely face. “I just had to put down a feathered pest is all.”

“Ah,” the guy said, smiling. “How did it go?”

“I’d rather not talk about it,” he said, walking up to him. “I need to go change.”

Keita just stood there as the two of them strolled on past him like he didn’t even exist. Well, that was something he was used to. But, he still didn’t know quite what to think about all this.

He looked around. No wonder this building didn’t have an elevator. They was having to spend all the money just to clean up the messes all these people left behind in their wake. The floor was wrecked and the fountain was leaking something terrible. Was it always like this around here? He could have fucking been burned to a crisp. That guy was fucking crazy. Oh, hell. Who was he to talk?

He walked across the lobby and went out the double doors. The sunlight was soothing and it was shining down on him, warming his chilled flesh. It was a really pretty day, too.

He suddenly jumped back with a surprised yelp when the angel landed right in front of him in a whoosh of warm air. A white feather floated down, landing at his feet.

“Damn,” the angel said, rubbing his head, looking around in annoyance. “I lost him.”

Keita blinked.

“Oh,” the angel said, looking at him. “Sorry about what happened earlier. Kaoru can get a little carried away when he’s been pushed over the edge.”

“I’d hate to see what he’s like when he’s falling,” Keita told him, admiring his wings.

“My name is Niwa Tetsuya,” the angel said, holding out a really big hand. “But, everyone around here calls me King.”

“I’m Keita,” he said, shaking the man’s bigger hand. “I want to say it is nice to meet you, but I almost had my face melted off.”

Niwa let go of his hand, rubbing the back of his head, laughing. “I’m really sorry.”

“That guy with the plant power really sent the two of you flying, huh?” Keita asked.

Niwa nodded his head. “We really upset him and I need to find him.”

“Would you like for me to help you?” Keita asked.

“You’re new here,” Niwa said, looking him over, loving how utterly gorgeous he was. “You don’t know the layout of the land.”

“True,’ Keita said, smiling. “But, you can look from the air, and I can look in places you can’t see from up there.”

“You might get lost,” Niwa said.

“Well, how about we start in the places that he likes to go to when he is upset or wants to be alone?” Keita asked. “Do you know where those places might be?”

Niwa nodded his head. “He really loves the art room in the art building and the greenhouse at the back of the science building.”

“Okay,” Keita said. “How about we start in those places then?”

Niwa smiled. “Sounds like a plan. Have you ever flown before?”

Keita took a step back. “No, I’ve not.”

“Would you like to?” Niwa asked, holding out his arms.

Keita bit his bottom lip. “I like to keep my feet firmly on the ground, thank you.”

Niwa pouted.

“I know where the art building is,” Keita said. “So, how about I go there and you go to the greenhouse?”

“Okay,” Niwa said, flapping his wings, rising up into the air before him. “And if he’s not in either, we meet back here.”

Keita nodded, watching him rise up into the sky. He took off running to where the art building was. He had not seen that a handsome blond with lovely green eyes had taken quite a notice of him.

“Oh, what a beauty,” he said, smiling with seductive charm. “I must make him my honey.”

Two sets of violet red eyes glared at each other. “Here we go again.”

“Indeed,” the mirror reflection replied.

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“Excuse me,” Keita smiled, bowing to a student with cotton candy pink hair. “Would you please tell me where I can find the art room?”

The pretty guy cocked his head to the side. “Which one?”

Keita gulped. “What do you mean which one?”

“Well,” the guy said, smiling at him. “This is an art building. There are lots of art rooms here.”

Keita’s shoulders sagged. “Oh, silly me.”

The guy laughed. “Is there someone you are looking for?”

Keita nodded. “His name is Iwai.”

“Oh,” the guy said, pointing down the hall. “Go that way and take the steps up to room 27.”

“Thank you so much,” Keita said, bowing again, and took off running like a twister.

“My goodness,” the pink haired teen smiled. “He’s so fast.”

Keita came to a screeching halt just outside the door that led into room 27. He put his hand to the door, only for it to fly open and someone ran right into him. The two of them yelped, falling to the floor in a heap. Papers just scattered all around them

The breath had been knocked out of Keita and he was looking up into frightened amber like eyes. It was Iwai.

“I am so sorry,” the shy teen cringed, crawling off him, bowing his head ever so low. “Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” Keita said. “It’s not your fault. I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

Okay, that had been a lie. But, he didn’t want to make the guy feel bad.

Iwai looked up at him and gawked. “You’re the guy…”

Keita nodded. “You really sent them flying, huh?”

The pale teen’s cheeks turned a bright cherry blossom pink. “I didn’t mean to do it. They just made me so mad. That bush didn’t do anything to them.”

“It’s okay,” Keita said. “You didn’t hurt them. They’re fine. But, you’ve hurt your lip.”

Iwai put his fingers to his bottom lip, cringing when he touched it. It was still stinging.

“You should have the school doctor take a look at that,” Keita said, looking at the slight wound. “It could get infected.”

Iwai looked back down and began to pick up his fallen papers. “I’ll do that.”

“Wow,” Keita said, picking up the drawing of a rose. “You drew this?”

“I did,” Iwai said, seeing how the beautiful young man was smiling. “It is just a sketch. It’s not very good. I was going to throw them all away.”

“Oh, no,” Keita said, loving the detail. It looked almost alive. Oh, he wished he could smell it. That’s just how real it looked. “This is really, really, really good. I love it.”

Iwai sat back on his heels. “You do?”

“Of course,” Keita grinned. “It looks so real. I wish I could smell it.”

Iwai gave him a small smile.

“Niwa is really worried about you,” he said, helping him pick up the rest of the drawings. “He went to the greenhouse.”

“Oh,” Iwai said, frowning again.

“It’s okay,” Keita said, feeling like he was talking to a small child in a grown man’s body. “Oh, look at this sunflower. It looks just as real as the rose.”

Iwai took it from him. “It’s crap.”

“Don’t say that,” Keita told him, putting his hand over his. “You’ve got more talent than any artist I know.”

“Do you know any artists?” Iwai asked with a cocked brow.

“Not a one,” Keita said, squeezing his hand. “But, that’s not the point. The point is that you’re a really wonderful artist. If I had money, I’d pay to own lots of your work.”

Iwai snorted and quickly put his free hand to his mouth. Why had he just done that? Nobody had ever made him snort before.

“Ah,” a deep voice said from behind them. “So, you were here.”

It was the handsome angel.

Iwai looked up. “I’m sorry, Ni.”

“Hey,” Niwa smiled. “You were just putting us in our place.”

“I ruined the lobby floor,” he said, getting to his feet with Keita’s help. “I could have damaged the structure.”

“Eh,” Niwa chuckled, waving it away. “I’m sure the Treasury Queen and his doggy have more than enough funds to repair the damage. After all, he did cause some of it, too.”

“Can I have this?” Keita asked, holding up the drawing of the rose.

Iwai nodded. “You can have it…”

“Keita,” he said, holding out his hand for him to take. “I’m Ito Keita.”

Iwai shook his hand, noticing how soft and smooth it was in his own. The young man really was beautiful. He loved the way he smiled. That smile was so pure and innocent in so many ways, but, it was tinged with a deep sadness, too. Oh, it inspired him.

“I hope we can become good friends,” Keita said.

Iwai nodded.

Niwa jumped in between them, wrapping his muscular arms around them. “How about we all go get something to eat? I’m starving. All this flying around has made me hungry enough to eat…”

“Birdseed?” Keita asked.

The king growled and then howled with laughter. “I’m really going to like you, Keita.”

Iwai held his drawings to his chest. Perhaps he wouldn’t throw them away.

Keita grinned as he admired Iwai’s rose. It was so pretty. It reminded him of the one from Beauty and the Beast.

“Hmm,” he said, wondering to himself. “I wonder if I can find a frame for it.”

It would have to be a really pretty one, too. It would have to compliment such a beautiful work of art.

“So,” Niwa said, as they walked down the stairs. “What’s your power, Keita?”

“LOOK OUT!” A loud voice shouted and the sound of bike breaks squealing was heard from outside.

“OH, SHIT!” Another voice cried, followed by a loud crash.

TBC…

Please review and tell me what you think.

Flora.