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AU.
A short story of around 4-5 chapters. I got this idea while thinking of something very serious about "loneliness" and then a story formed in my mind. I finally wrote this; that's light-hearted and...YUURAM, of course.^^
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Who could have told Miko Shibuya that renting a castle for the holidays in Germany was not such a good idea?
Yuuri thought it so, but said nothing. Indeed, how would he have looked like if he said to his family that he was afraid to sleep alone in his vast bedroom? He knew that Shouri would have insisted for sleeping in the same room and this was something that the nearly sixteen-year old Yuuri couldn't accept. " No baby sitting any more!" he murmured between his gritted teeth as he thought of the high, high stairs that awaited for him to reach his bedroom. It was already dark in the corridors and in the stairs...
" Yuuri, darling, you're so pale, aren't you hungry?" asked Miko, tilting her head with a worried expression on her gentle face.
His family and he were having dinner all together in the luxurious dining-room, where some dead animals' heads were hung to the walls, observing in the total silence the four Shibuyas. Shouri raised an eyebrow and momentarily stopped eating. His father did the same.
" Hum, no, no mother...I'm fine...perfectly fine, I have just eaten cakes before so, I'm already filled," he pretexted with a embarrassed smile. Unfortunately Shouri always doubted what he said.
" Really? Aren't you sick? Yesterday, before I went to bed, I saw light coming out of under your door. Have you slept late?"
Yuuri lost his smile. He wasn't going to tell them that he had slept with the light on! He had had the bad idea to read Murata's poisoned birthday gift: a terrifying ghosts book! As a beautiful, glorious result, Yuuri had then been unable to blink an eye. He shook his head.
" N-no! I...I have read only," and it was true.
" Mmh...okay. Just sleep early. It's not good to stay awake so late."
" Your brother is right, Yuu-chan!" his mother exclaimed. " Tonight, I'll make sure you sleep fine, all right? Mama will prepare hot cocoa for you, and will kiss you good nig..."
" No, mom, it's okay!"
" And you better be in good shape for tomorrow," his father added in final, " tomorrow we're going to visit all day the town."
XX
His family was a real pain in the ass, Yuuri couldn't help but think angrily, kicking in a stone. It bounced off against a pigeon that threw a hard stare at Yuuri. The dark-haired boy didn't care a button. All he wanted was to go back to Japan where he had met a nice young girl, and where Murata had been organizing parties for two weeks. He could see some of the parties' pictures on Facebook, making him more depressed than before.
He sat on the stony bench, and contemplated the lake that lay before the castle, not far away from the garden. He didn't know how to escape his mother's "good intentions". How to tell her that he was scared to sleep alone, in the dark, without shame? Suddenly, a noise clasped behind him. Yuuri looked over his shoulder, curious. He blinked when his eyes met a pale figure, behind high flowers.
Someone was watching him from behind one the castle's walls.
" Hey, hello," Yuuri tried in German. " Er...Come here! What's your name?"
The figure- or person, startled at Yuuri's voice, before disappearing, out of cowardice. Yuuri sighed. Once again he had lost a chance to make a new friend.
He'd only seen golden hair and green eyes. The girl must have been pretty.
XX
" Sleep well, Yuu-chan!" said Miko Shibuya with a caressing voice. She kissed her son's forehead, and tapped on the blanket's rem a last time before raising up from the bed. Yuuri sighed under his blanket. " Oh, you're so cute, my Yuu-chan! Let me take a picture of you!" she took her camera out of her dress pocket. " No! mother! Don't do that, I'm not a kid any more!" He couldn't understand his mother's fashion for dressing him into some ridiculous blue pajamas with cotton white clouds sewed all over them, and for thrusting between his arms a rabbit doll.
Seriously, I'm nearly sixteen, and she's still thinking I'm her baby son... what a shame if my comrades knew how she's treating me...
He growled, out of frustration and anger, as she sighed with resignation and made her way towards the door.
" Dream well, honey and...don't switch the lamps on! You must sleep and be good for tomorrow, all right? In any case, father will remove all the lights from here if we notice you turn them on!"
She smiled whereas Yuuri's face froze into a horrible grimace.
The door creaked behind her. He was alone.
Started a quite distressing night for the lonely boy in his big lonely room.
Yuuri, shutting his eyes tight, tried to ignore the wind teasing him, making the high trees' branches jolt against his windows. Outside, some dogs barked and fought. The lack of moonlight made the whole room as dark as an oven.
" Time to wake up!" a sudden voice yelled out.
" Aarrrgh!" Yuuri cried, his heart ready to leap out of his chest. He jumped into a sitting position, pulling the cover up, before switching on the bedside lamp. Trembling like a leaf, he scanned the room...
A sigh of relief escaped his lungs. This was that same stupid alarm clock that had bothered him since his arrival and couldn't be brought elsewhere. Yuuri stood up and reached it. He pushed on the button on the front ( the machine was a giant clown that used to belong to the former owner, and that stood near the wardrobe) and the alarm clock shut up. He headed back to his bed.
Yuuri counted to five, drank fresh water, exhaled then turned the lamp off. " Now I'm going to sleep peacefully! Very peacefully!" he thought, determined like a knight who could never get rid of his own sword even during times of peace. Everything went well after this small incident. The clock indicated midnight. Yuuri's eyes were really closed; his fists holding the blanket with a lesser grip; his breath slow and low.
" Mmmmh...Alouette, gentille alouette, alouette, je te plumerai, je te plumerai la tête, et la tête..." (1)
Yuuri's eyes blinked. Was he dreaming? " Mother?" no, it wasn't her, of course. What would she be doing here? And her voice certainly didn't sound so childish. So who could it be...?
Yuuri snapped his eyes open. His heart nearly stopped dead. Did it mean...there was someone else in his bedroom? An intruder?
The continual voice singing as an angel from heaven paralyzed the poor boy, his members fossilized into the same huddled position. " I can't let that sing the entire night, I have to sleep! Is there some ghost here? Oh my God, please! Protect me, I'm so scared!" He gathered his courage in his hand then stretched it out. When the light was on, Yuuri dared to peek above his blanket's rem.
A gold bird, its eyes emerald stones, was singing with its head swinging from left to right, right to left; in his small gold cage. The jewel-toy was set on the round table opposite his bed. Relieved, but feeling angry again, Yuuri went to shut it up. As the bird still sang despite its button pushed upon, the teen opened the window, set the bird on the edge, and then closed. Finally, almost no French song came to ruin his need of sleep.
But as the room was dark again, the singing went on, more joyfully to Yuuri's rage. He covered his head with a pillow, thinking it would save him from this noise. Not totally a noise, a very beautiful one indeed, but still one!
" Bird of hell! Shut the fuck up!"
" Alouette, gentille alouette, alouette..."
" Arrggh! Could you just close your mouth and let me sleep! Seriously I should throw you into the lake!"
" It's not really nice to speak like this. Maybe would you prefer Sur le pont d'Avignon (2)? One, two, three " Sur le pont d'Avignon, on y danse, on y danse, sur le pont, on y danse tout en rond..."
Yuuri remained frozen to his place. Had he dreamed or...had just another boy talked to him? And in very old German? The idea terrorized him. He couldn't move anymore. However, Yuuri knew he had to see who it was. He had to. Fighting his fear down, he slid the blanket.
In the darkness, he could see a shape.
Like golden curls, and something pale moving against the round table. Then two weak green lights emerged from under those curls. Yuuri's body were run by millions of shivers. There definitely was someone else in his bedroom.
" Who is it?" he let out before his brain could order him something.
" Sur le pont d'Avignon, on y danse...How? It's me! How can you treat me like this!"
Yuuri switched his lamp on, once again, in this dark, dark night. And what he saw went beyond his understanding.
Near the round table, dressed in white and blue, hand moving in circles as he was singing, stood a beautiful blond teen- around his age. He blinked as the light for a short instant blinded him, stepping back against the wooden furniture behind, his arm raised as a means of defense. Then, he set his big green eyes upon Yuuri, surprise falling on him.
" Oh...you're not Brother? I thought he slept in his bedroom tonight."
Yuuri was next to faint. Why would I faint? Because he's a ghost! Or because it's the same that I saw earlier! Gahh! Finally, I found out it was a boy! Poor me! Wait, wah! Shouldn't I rather worry that he is in my bedroom! Or maybe I'm going to pass out because he's totally gorgeous!
In the mess that his mind was, Yuuri managed to stammer:
" W-who are you?"
The boy frowned then crossed his arms.
" I'm Wolfram von Bielefeld, of course. This is my castle! And you should tell your noisy human of mother to stop ordering around in it as if it was hers!"
Yuuri wondered which one of those two solutions- losing consciousness or running away- was the best, as the ethereal blond walked straight towards him.
TBC
(1) French song- Alouette ( often learnt at school)
(2) French song- Sur Le Pont D'Avignon