Fiancé from The Beginning
Summary:
Conrad knew something that Shori did not.
Disclaimer : KKM isn't mine.
A/N : This is only a fiction, the story I write perhaps will never happen in both anime and novels. And because this is in fan fiction land, everything could happen *smile*. I have fun with my imagination. Please enjoy the story as it is, don't take it too seriously, okay. I plan the plot as smooth as possible. I don't wanna rush the story just to meet people's expectation.
Reviews are more than welcome.
Chapter 1
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What in the world bothers you the most? If someone ever asks this question to three hundred people, there are possibilities that someone will get three hundreds of different answers. What could they be? Leeches? Dogs? Your sibling?
But if someone asked Shori Shibuya the question, without doubt he would definitely answer it was Conrad Weller.
Shori couldn't accurately remember why he disliked Conrad at the first place. Not because Conrad was cruel or a bad person, for he was totally not.
There were vague recollections about the causes, but what Shori remembered the most was the feeling started to grow when Yuuri, Shori's younger brother, got closer to Conrad. They played together, and the youngest Shibuya barely had time for his older brother. Yuuri had been more attached to the brunette boy, especially when both shared the same passion towards baseball.
That happened when they had been younger kids. The double black had actually come to an understanding that Conrad had no other intentions but held the same affection towards Yuuri and Wolfram, the latter's pretty younger brother. Years had passed but Shori couldn't erase the distaste off Conrad.
It might sound unreasonable, since Conrad always treated him nice, no matter how sarcastic and cold his acts and words spilled to the brown eyed man. Shori found no actual reason to be bothered, but the feelings just kept remained. He could not do anything about it.
Shori was about to leave the library when a handsome man blocked his way.
"You left your pen, Shori," Conrad held out a pen, which was easily recognized by its owner.
Sometimes when Conrad was not in his sport practice, he could be seen lingering among the bookshelves in the library. Shori mildly thought it was odd because Conrad and books didn't seem to come together.
"Thanks, but no thank," Shori grunted. He took the item before putting it in his pocket.
"You always do," Conrad chuckled lightly.
"Pardon me?" Shori sent sharp glare to the smiling brunette. He got annoyed easily by the sound of Conrad's laughter or chuckle, though he knew they never meant any mockery.
"You always leave your pens on regular basis every time you are out of the class," was the kind explanation.
Shori blushed faintly. The response from a girl beside him didn't help to lighten his swelling mood.
"You seem to know Shori's habit well, Conrad," Rosette Stone smiled in amusement.
The tall brunette returned the smile. A bunch of girls who watched the trio from a far were drooling, mesmerized by the upward tilted of the curved mouth.
"Now, now. We've been friends for a long time," Conrad's eyes were intense. Rosette reluctantly shivered down the spine. She didn't know why, but it sounded as if the statement had been directed to her.
"Since when have we been friends?" Shori coldly snapped, eyes narrowing dangerously to slit.
But it seemed Conrad was not affected or even flinched by the latter's harsh tone. "Since I could remember if I'm not mistaken," he replied cheerfully.
This was one thing Shori could never know why Conrad was never down by whatever his refusal to everything Conrad stated or offered. He felt guilty sometimes. It was not his nature to be mean by hurting and tormenting people's hearts.
"Yeah, Rose," Shori sighed in defeat. "Weller and I have known each other since we were kids."
"I see," Rosette nodded.
Conrad seemed satisfied, though Shori did not mention about them being friends.
Rosette Stone, as clear as Conrad's knowledge, was Shori's close friend. She was one of the smartest students in their year, just like Shori was. No one had ever thought before that this small and angular girl would beat them in intelligence.
Nothing was incredible about Rosette's appearance. She had dark complexion, along with dark curly hair. Her red lock was often tied. But some of her friends, including Shori, praised her eyes, which were as bright as her outstanding grades.
"Conrad told you the good point," Rosette tightened her hold on the books she was carrying. "You shouldn't leave pens everywhere."
"Habits die hard," Shori murmured.
"Your bad habit is your worst enemy, Shori," Rosette reminded the bespectacled guy.
"Just bring a pencil case with you," Conrad suggested, which met Shori's low growl. "Or you can tuck the pen behind your ear."
Shori couldn't tell whether the other man gave him real advice or just teased him.
"You don't need to concern about it," Shori turned to leave.
Many times Conrad was too nice for Shori's liking. Shori didn't admit it out loud, but he didn't find it pleasant to have somebody behaved that way while he showed disdain to the older guy.
"Have you really known Conrad for a length of period?" Rosette confirmed as she paced next to the young man.
Shori strode slowly. His bright eyed friend had once protested that she couldn't match Shori's long strides. It could be understood very well. She barely passed Shori's shoulder in height.
"We have," Shori unwillingly corrected. "Sometimes we fooled around with other kids."
"Really?" Rosette's eyes were as big as a pair of saucers. "But I never saw you two hang around together."
The black man caught the curious hints in the petite girl's tone. He knew very well that when curiosity held the dark girl in captive, she would keep pestering him and only stop once she was satisfied.
"Yes," Shori dug some old memories. "At times he and I spent time with Dan Hiri."
"Who is Dan Hiri?" Rosette's eyes bluntly questioned her jet black friend.
The onyx eyed man looked at her for a moment before answering the question. "Weller's father." He continued, noticing that more curiosity plainly gathered in Rosette's facial expression. "He was a nice man. He traveled here and there due to his job as a photographer."
"Wow," the red haired girl exclaimed in amazement. "You know much about Conrad's family. You two must be very close back then."
Shori's heart skipped a beat. Geez, he forgot how perceptive Rosette could be. "You can't conclude that," he refused the idea of ever being close friend with some guy who stole his brother's interest away. "I only knew his father and brothers."
"Oh.." Rosette glanced at Conrad's direction for a while. Several girls cornered the tall man, perhaps asking him something because she saw him shake his head and nod at other time. When Conrad grinned playfully, the girls squealed in delight.
"But," Rosette's word hang in her tongue, causing Shori to stare down at her. "In my opinion, based on what I often see, Conrad considers you as a good friend."
"How could you come to such conclusion?" black eyes averted the stare, concealing the emotions. Half of Shori's conscience denied the idea, while the other half couldn't deny the truth.
Shori winced at the vibration from his pocket. He took out his cell phone. His brows knitted, knowing the caller. Why did his mother call at such ungodly hour?
"Yes, Mom?" he answered.
There was a loud voice rang energetically. "It's mama, Shori," no matter how many times Miko Shibuya reminded her sons to call her 'Mama', both boys never obliged.
"Mmm," Shori mumbled. He often wondered how in the world existed an overly cheerful creature like his mother.
"Shori, Grandpa is coming this afternoon."
Grandpa Akira Shibuya? The obsidian grandson already pictured an old kind looking man in his mind. Just the thought of his grandfather's arrival was more than enough to draw a wide small from his lips.
"Great, Mom," Shori exclaimed joyfully. "I'll be home soon."
Rosette simply stared at her close friend. Shori was not a kind of person who smiled often. But when he did, she thought the cool demeanor man looked. . How to put it into word. . Charming probably.
Grandpa Akira Shibuya was completely different from his son, who happened to be Shori and Yuuri's father. Shori often had a thought that his mother suited more to be Grandpa's daughter instead of a daughter in law. Both Grandpa and Miko were energetic and full spirited. Shori had a suspicion that his brother's personality was inherited from them.
Grandpa was one of the most beloved people for Shori. When he had been younger, Grandpa often told him stories. Mostly they were about warriors, knights and alike.
But what distinguished the old man with other family members was his enormous love for origami. He folded papers into cranes, sampan, nun, Maso box, etc. Shori loved all of Grandpa's creation. Somewhat Grandpa reminded Shori of two certain people he knew shared the same liking towards the art of paper folding.
"Grandpa, you came all of sudden," Yuuri sat closer to Grandpa.
Grandpa's black eyes lifted to his youngest grandson. Yuuri noticed that the orbs were circled by blue, which usually happened to old people.
"I have to tell you an interesting story," Grandpa smiled, which resembled Yuuri's, in Shori's opinion. Soft gray rings glowed around his head just like a halo.
"It must be fascinating and important, Yuuri," Shouma Shibuya sat next to the mother of his children. "For Grandpa even asked me to go home earlier."
Shori exchanged looks with the other double black. Much to his chagrin, his father sent him a mysterious one. It disturbed him more, realizing that three pairs of eyes, belonged to his parents and grandfather, now set upon him. He felt queasy. He began to wonder if the story Grandpa was going to tell had something to do with him.
"Then tell us, Grandpa," Shori opted to hear the story sooner. The longer it was delayed, the more he became anxious. "I'm all ears."
"Why, you're not patient as always, are you?" Grandpa laughed. He ruffled the former's hair. Shori didn't push away the hand. He knew it was Grandpa's way to express affection.
"Long time ago," Grandpa began, drawing all attention. "There was a man who was deeply injured because of a car crash. He lose a lot of blood."
Yuuri's puppy eyes grew large by curiosity. Shouma and Miko kept silent and listened to the story. Grandpa chuckled a little at Shori, who intently furrowed, eyes glued to him.
"So, it's not about fairy tale or alike, Grandpa?"
Shori turned around, annoyed by Yuuri's interruption. The 15 year-old-boy grinned sheepishly.
"Yuuri," Shori expressed his annoyance. "How could you utter like such! It's definitely not a fairy tale or tell tale. Grandpa wouldn't have asked our presence if that's the case." Any distraction really grated on his nerves. He felt a little bad at whatever the story about.
"Geez, you're too serious," Yuuri pouted indignantly.
"Boys," Shouma finally intervened. "Stop quarreling and listen to Grandpa."
"Ah, youth are full of spirit," Grandpa laughed cheerfully.
If it had been a normal circumstance, Shori would have replied that Grandpa was more spirited than any young people the double black had ever known.
"Go on, Grandpa, please," was Shori's immediate plea.
"Okay, boys. And girl," Grandpa winked at Miko, who slapped his husband's shoulder. Geez, Shouma thought, rubbing his shoulder. His wife was definitely no different than school girls who got flattered by silly compliment easily.
"That man suffered a great amount of blood loss," Grandpa continued. "No one matched his blood type. And miracle happened. Can you boys guess what it was?"
Shori rolled his eyes. Yuuri's onyx eyes were deep in thought.
"Give up," the bespectacled young man raised his hands.
"My boy, you make me upset" though Grandpa's voice was obviously far from disappointment. "Can't you think longer?"
"Grandpa," Shori groaned.
"Fine, that miracle happened to be me. Just kidding boys," Grandpa's eyes softened. "I was visiting my ill friend when I knew about that man. I transfused my blood. I was the only one matched his type.
"After that we became friends. He asked me how to return the favor. I refused it because my intention was pure. He insisted though. Then he suggested a magnificent idea."
Shori couldn't grope the 'magnificent idea' was.
"At that time, his daughter had just delivered a baby boy. While he also knew that my daughter in law was expecting his first child."
Miko smiled at Shori, who shuddered in all of sudden. He sensed that what was coming would dawn upon him, and it might not be pleasant.
"He suggested that we tied our bond," Grandpa said cheerfully.
"What does it mean?" Yuuri was oblivious.
"He gave his grandson to Miko's first child in marriage. "
"You refused it, didn't you Grandpa?" Shori stared at the smiling old man in horror. The idea transfixed him, of being in arranged marriage and..moreover with..what had Grandpa said? A baby boy? No!
"Of course not. I thought it was a nice idea."
Shori jumped from his seat. "Grandpa," he exploded. "How could you be so carefree! Didn't you ever think that probably Mom would give birth to a boy instead of a girl?"
"Eh?" Grandpa blinked owlishly. "Does it matter?"
Shori shook his head violently, not in agreement of course. It was a miracle he didn't pass out hearing that. He clenched his fists, turning to his parents who were surprisingly calm.
"Mom, Dad," Shori pleaded desperately. "Help me."
Shouma grabbed his eldest son's wrist, silently asking the subject of the story to sit down between him and Miko.
"Wow, Shori," Yuuri patted his brother's shoulder. "Congratulation! I know it's weird to have a brother in law, but I'll accept him with open arms."
Shori growled. He couldn't believe his ears. Yuuri, his dense brother, said his acceptance! There might be storm howling tonight.
"Who was that man's name, Grandpa?"
"Shinou."
Even that name sounded strange. Shori never heard it before.
"You already knew this, Dad?" Shori lifted his obsidian eyes to meet his father's.
Shouma smiled in comforting manner. "We did. But Mom, Grandpa, and I decided that we would tell you this issue when you reach 18."
"But probably the grandson rejected the idea," Shori lifted his head hopefully. "Perhaps he would think.."
"No, Shori," Grandpa cut Shori's talking. "He simply accepts it. Shinou himself has told me so."
"When will Shori meet his. .erm. . Boyfriend to be?" Yuuri asked. Shori had to restrain himself from crushing his cute-but-could-turn-into-evil brother.
Shori yelped in surprise when the bell rang.
"Ah," Grandpa clasped hands together. "They've come."
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TBC