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Our fates

Chapter 1 – Moving to the new room

Yuuri glared at Wolfram who stood annoyed before him. Wolfram glared back at him with the same expression. Both didn't say anything but were having a staring contest for a few minutes until Murata pulled Yuuri away from the blond and Murata's new roommate pulled Wolfram away.

"Now both of you, we're not having a staring contest right now" Murata said. Yuuri shoved Murata away almost making him toppled on the floor. Murata frowned at him.

"Well, why should I be in the same room as he is when there is another better partner for me to stay with for this new term?! Why is it should be him who is in the same room with me?!" Yuuri shouted pointed to Wolfram who greeted his teeth.

He pulled his arms off from Murata's roommates, Saralegui. Saralegui stepped back.

"Like if I wanted to be you roommate for this whole damn term! Who is the one made this room arrangement anyway?!" Wolfram shouted back at him.

Everyone who was walked passing and moving their things to their new rooms stared at them and some of them shook their head.

Shibuya Yuuri was an average high school student that had big passions for baseball, while Wolfram von Bielefeld was a transfer student for about a half year this new term. He moved in the middle of the second semester and he made everyone's eyes land on him immediately when he was transferred to this all boy's school with his blond hair and green eyes. Everyone found him attractive but not Yuuri.

Almost everyday that Wolfram and Yuuri were fighting even about small things and always ended up with Wolfram calling Yuuri a 'wimp' and Yuuri calling him a 'brat' and then they would start shouting again. If you asked about baseball to Wolfram, he would definitely become more enthusiastic because that was the national sport from where he came. He loved baseball very much without a doubt, the same as Yuuri; although he'd found that the baseball school team was very disappointing. Wolfram only talked eagerly to Yuuri about baseball and any other conversations with him were the fights over stupid little things.

Now the new term had started and since they lived in the dormitory, they had their room chosen. The room changes were because the juniors started to live in dormitories in this term. The worst thing was that both Yuuri and Wolfram shared the same room and everyone knew that it was a disaster. One couldn't stop thinking why they'd been put in the same room. Even Murata was afraid that the room wouldn't stay the same for a week. Who was the silly one that made them live in the same room?

"Geezzz… why did I have to pick that number from the box" Wolfram said, glaring at the door of their new room.

"Like if I wanted to pick the one that is the same number as yours!" Yuuri answered.

"Then you shouldn't have picked that one!" Wolfram snapped, glaring at him, his left hand already turning into a fist in the middle of the air, ready to bang the door beside him.

"Hey! I can't help it since I can't see the number inside the box! It's folded neatly into a small cru-" Yuuri stopped when Wolfram raised his right hand.

"Don't continue. You are a wimp after all" Wolfram retorted.

He watched him in amusement as Yuuri's face flushed in rage.

"You-!"

Murata quickly pulled him from behind before Yuuri could do something to the blond.

"Let go of me, Murata!" Yuuri swung his arm and successfully broke free from Murata's grip, his arm was heavy from swinging the bat everyday and Murata was amazed by his friend's strength. He found himself stepping backwards and saw how Yuuri grabbed Wolfram by his collar. Wolfram did the same, both of them glaring at each other once again and Yuuri asked:

"Care to repeat what you just said you blond brat?"

Wolfram smirked.

"Hmph! As if you can stop me calling you that…" Wolfram said.

Yuuri's hand on his collar tightened and Wolfram looked at him seriously. If he punched him on his face Yuuri might be able to dodge. The wimp had good reflects. Should he punch him on the stomach instead? Not hard enough leave a mark, just enough to make Yuuri let go of him.

"EHM!" the four of them look to their side to found out that their tutor was standing beside them, smirking towards the two boys that were grabbing each other's collars.

Gunther von Kleist, was the one of the tutors that everyone knew it was better not to be involved with. He could lock the students up with him as many hours as he wanted with his lectures and books if they dared to make trouble. Yuuri and Wolfram quickly let go of each other and looked at their tutor with a scared look. Gunther crossed his arms and looked down at the two boys who had finished their staring contest.

"Now, care to tell me what was happening in here that made you both fight with each other?" Gunther asked firmly. Both looked at each other and cringed.

"Gunther, why should I be in the same room with Wolfram? I want to have a rematch!" Yuuri said, (calling his tutor by his name since he was the one who asked for it or else he would have four hours of private lessons with him) as Wolfram glared at him.

"I should be the one who to asked him that!" Wolfram said. Gunther only shook his head.

"Well, as I noticed the two of you keep fighting against each other, it's good that you two should be in the same room to be more corporative with each other. I guess this is the best way to make your friendship go deeper by the sea." Gunther said with his hyperbole mode. Yuuri and Wolfram watched him with disgusted looked, fighting the urge to looked away and puke.

"Now, get in and settle your things or you'll have private study classes with me for four hours everyday" Gunther said.

Wolfram and Yuuri winced slightly. They watch their tutor walked away and sighed. When both of them realized they had made the same act, they glared at each other.

"Stop copying me!" Wolfram said, back away from Yuuri. Yuuri frowned.

"You are the one who's copying me!!" Yuuri shouted. Murata and Saralegui shook their head.

"Now, both of you, I think it's the best if you two stop fighting and start packing your things out from the boxes and have a good rest. We have a new term tomorrow." Saralegui said. Yuuri groaned.

"Oh no…this will be the most tiring day ever" Yuuri muttered, not directly pointing that he hated to clean up and pack or unpack.

Wolfram muttered a 'wimp' but Yuuri didn't reply, which surprised the blond. The black haired boy was too tired to correct him this time, knowing how useless it was.

Yuuri opened the door and found out that the room was bigger than their last room. The bed was a bunk-bed, there were two tables set on the left and right corner of the room, facing the wall with the window in the middle of it. It was pretty comfortable when you could gaze outside the window on your left/right side to relax for a bit while you're studying. In front of the bed, there was one wardrobe that the inside was divided in two. There was a small extent on the corner left (from the entrance point of view) between the wardrobe and the left table which a mirror hung on the wall. The bathroom was one the left side from the mirror.

Yuuri smiled upon seeing that it was bigger from their last room and they didn't have to go out to go to the bathroom (which was on each corridor of their last building). And they were going to have a nice view from the window since they were now at the second floor.

Yuuri walked toward where his boxes were and picked one to be put inside the room. He put it beside the wardrobe and walked outside again to pick other boxes. Wolfram walked toward the bed and put his bag on the bottom bunk. When Yuuri walked inside, he noticed that the blond had chosen to where he was going to sleep. Yuuri frowned as he put the boxes above the previous box he'd put beside the wardrobe.

"I'm going to sleep on the bottom bunk!" Yuuri said. Wolfram looked at him from his shoulder, one eyebrow rose, and hands on hips.

"What? No way, I'm on the bottom!" Wolfram said, pointing where his bag is. Yuuri greeted his teeth.

"No way! I'm the one on the bottom! You can sleep up there!" Yuuri said, pointing the upper-bunk.

"No way in hell you'll sleep on the bottom!" Wolfram shouted.

Yuuri groaned. They started again, but before Yuuri could say anything else, Murata appeared with a big grin.

"Did I hear someone mention to be on the bottom?" He asked. Yuuri looked at him questioning while Wolfram mocked him.

"I've never thought that you two will started 'fighting' about who's on the bottom since you two were always fighting" Murata snickered. Both looked at him confuse but their faces turns red as they realized what Murata was saying.

"That's not it!!" both of them shouted almost at the same time.

Murata only snickered at then. Wolfram grunted, he grabbed the pillow and threw it across Murata's face. Murata dodge in time but it hit Saralegui when he was about to enter the room. Saralegui yelped and quickly arranged his glasses by pushing them up on the bridge of his nose. The three boys watch him in fear. Saralegui smiled at them and he picked up the pillow that landed on the floor in front of him.

"Who threw this pillow to me?" he asked dangerously, his eyes not matching the smile on his face. Yuuri, Wolfram, and Murata give a loud shriek and gathered around in fear.


Yuuri sighed. Finally he finally got to sleep on the upper bunk and was now reading a comic. Wolfram was satisfied with it and left to take a long shower. Yuuri himself had taken a shower after he'd finished packing his things and put them where they were supposed to be. He heard the door open and saw Wolfram walking out with his damp hair. He looked down from his laying position still holding the comic in his hands, but his eyes grew wide at the sight before him.

Wolfram was wearing a pink frilly dress, and he dare say, he look like a girl in a nightgown. His eyes widened in disbelieve. Why did he want to wear that kind of a dress? He was a boy! He shouldn't wear stuff like that. And how the hell did Yuuri found that Wolfram was… a bit…attractive?! Wolfram noticed his gaze and looked at him annoyed.

"What are you staring at?" he asked, threw the towel to the bed and sat on the left desk. Yuuri's face turned a bit red.

"Why… why are you wearing that kind of dress?" he finally asked, daring himself to look at Wolf. He was now sitting up with his elbow supporting his weight. Wolfram looked down to his clothes.

"This? Oh… It's comfortable to sleep on it, so I wear it every time I went to bed. Why? Something's wrong with it?" Wolfram asked suspiciously. Yuuri quickly shook his head.

"No, nothing. It's just that…" He slowly sat up, pulled the comic down. 'Something's wrong with me!!' Yuuri shouted in his mind.

"Nothing…" he muttered. Wolfram stared at him for a moment before he smirked.

"What, Yuuri? You've fallen for me?" He asked him, snickering when Yuuri's face turned bright red.

"Not that!!" Yuuri shouted. Wolfram stood up, shaking his head while he waved his hand at him.

"Aahh… I'm sinfully beautiful" he said. Yuuri grunted.

"Shut up, Wolfram…" he said, looking away from him. Wolfram held his laughter, raised his arms and beckoned him.

"Come to me Yuuri, let's sleep on the bottom bunk… You want to sleep on the bottom, right?" Yuuri's blushed furiously and he shook his head.

"Stop it! Don't act all disgusting like that! What the hell, Wolfram you're a boy! You shouldn't act like that!!" Yuuri shouted. Wolfram put his arms down and stared at him blankly.

"Well, of course not. I'm just teasing you. You shouldn't take it seriously; you wouldn't have an interest in me anyway…" Wolfram said as he walked to his bed. Yuuri watched him a little bit felt guilty though he didn't know why.

"Or what? Do you have an interest in guys?" Wolfram said, smiling at him. Yuuri gapped at him.

"Goodnight…" Wolfram said before Yuuri could even say anything to him.

He slid under cover with a smirked on his lips. He really enjoyed teasing his new roommate. How he wished to tease him some more, but he was too tired after moving things all day. Maybe he would have some more fun tomorrow. He loved to see his face flushed in embarrassment like that. The thought make him smile in his sleep, not noticing Yuuri growled above him.

TBC