My Little Friends

Summary : It's all about what happened when Yuuri Shibuya was in elementary school.

Disclaimers : KKM isn't mine.

Chapter 1

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It was the first break when sixth graders passed by Yuuri's class. Yuuri beamed when he recognized one of them.

"Conrad!"

A boy with brown hair and eyes stopped then walked towards him.

"Hello, transfer student," Conrad greeted playfully.

Yuuri smiled sheepishly. That was true. He was a transfer student. Today was his second day in his new school. "My name is not transfer student, Conrad," Yuuri corrected the taller boy half heartedly. "It's Yuuri."

"Fine, Yuuri, " Conrad smiled. " are you going to the cafeteria?"

Yuuri shook his little head. "No. I brought cookies and lunch."

"Ah, that's much better. Are you already full?"Conrad looked down to meet the black haired boy's eyes.

Yuuri nodded. He patted his stomach.

"Do you like your new class?"

"Yes, I like it," Yuuri answered vigorously. He smiled cheerfully. His black eyes sparkled. "My friends are nice. I like them all."

Conrad chuckled at the simple comment. Kid! He thought.

"I like you too, Conrad," Yuuri added hastily, not wanting to upset Conrad by saying that he liked his new classmates only.

Conrad was more amused, but he liked what Yuuri had innocently said. He gazed down at the small boy. His curved smile widened.

"Really? Why do you like me?"

"You were kind to me," Yuuri replied shyly. "You accompanied me to my class in my first day. In fact," Yuuri stared up at the older boy before him, as though realization dawned on him, "you're my very first friend here."

That's what Conrad liked about lower class graders. They were bold and simple in many ways. They spoke what was in their minds. They didn't tell others of things but what they really felt.

"I like you too," Conrad ruffled Yuuri's hair fondly. "You're cute."

Yuuri pouted indignantly. "You sound like my mother," Yuuri tried to fend off Conrad from messing his hair more. "She always says I'm cute. I don't like it."

"Why? It's nice being called cute," Conrad asked.

"It's not," Yuuri argued. Slight frown creased across his forehead. "Cute is for girls. I'm a boy."

Conrad laughed at Yuuri's statement. From the first time they met, Conrad had already liked the second grader boy. He thought that Yuuri was definitely cute, with his huge onyx eyes and messy raven hair. Somehow Yuuri reminded him of his younger brother, whose appearance was the opposite of Yuuri's. While Yuuri's hair and eyes were the color of the darkest night, his brother's were awfully bright.

"I told Mom about you," Yuuri said. "She sent her regards. She said that's kind of you"

"Thank you," Conrad grinned good-humoredly.

"Hey," Yuuri suddenly remembered, " you said your brother is in second grade too, right? What's his name? I forget."

But Conrad couldn't tell Yuuri his brother's name. A loud childish voice called the latter's name.

"Yuuri!"

The two boys turned around.

That voice belonged to a small boy, Hatori Eguchi, one of Yuuri's classmates. Hatori waved his hand.

"Let's play football," he called out.

Another boy stood behind Hatori. "Come on, Yuuri," Shigeru Yamada waved his hand in more frantic way. "I'll get the ball first."

"I'll go with you," Yuuri replied in raising tone. He faced the boy next to him before walking away hurriedly towards his classmates "Conrad, see you later."

"Where's your ball?" Yuuri asked.

Shigeru strode slower. "In the class, under my desk."

"I'll get it," Yuuri offered. "Just wait for me in the yard."

Yuuri dashed off to the class. He had intended to be back to the yard as quickly as possible after finding the round object until he saw a blond kid walking out. That little kid also belonged to his class. His name was Wolfram Bielefeld.

Wolfram caught Yuuri's attention when Yuuri had just entered his class. Wolfram was the only blond among approximately twenty colored heads. Yuuri had seen blond people before, but none beat the the kid's brightness hair. Yuuri foolishly wondered that there was another sun in the room. Later he felt embarrassed at the thought.

Yuuri understood the meaning of "beautiful". His mother had once told him that the word was used to describe nice and good looking women. The little boy absorbed every single thing his mother told him. Just like any kids did, he trusted his mother in every way. The moment he saw Wolfram, he listed the kid into "one of beautiful grown ups and kids I've ever met".

While holding the ball he had taken, Yuuri paced next to Wolfram.

Wolfram titled his sunny head. "You'll play football?" he glanced at Yuuri's hands.

"Yes," Yuuri answered. His black locks fell forward. "It's one of my favorite sports. I also like other sports. I still learn to play volley, basket and baseball. You can learn too," he offered.

Sounds of swinging ropes echoed through the corridors. Yuuri saw several girls play skipping on the other side of the school's huge yard.

"Don't you want to play skipping?" Yuuri asked the other kid.

Wolfram's wide green eyes pierced Yuuri's. "I don't like it," was the short answer.

When the blond turned to a bend to the library, Yuuri ran to his friends.

"Why it took so long?" Shigeru's eyebrows frowned. " I thought you got lost somewhere."

"Haha" Yuuri responded to the scolding. "Actually I want to play baseball," he sighed.

"We can't," Hatori murmured. "The field is being used. The school team will have a match next two weeks. They practice there. We can use it when the match is over."

Yuuri could barely hide his disappointment. Of all sports, baseball was his most desire. He was upset by the news.

But he soon forgot the feeling. Playing football with Hatori, Shigeru and some of his new friends wasn't less exciting.

The ball was in Yuuri. He intended to pass it to Hatori. Instead, it flew out and hit Wolfram, who happened to be walking back to the class, hard.

Yuuri quickly ran to the blond. "Wolfram, I'm sorry," he apologized. He felt guilty when the blond's face winced in pain. Wolfram rubbed an arm.

"Watch where you kick the ball," Wolfram hissed through gritted teeth. The kid's green eyes glared daggers.

"Sorry, don't be mad at me" Yuuri clasped his hands and bowed, uttering the second apology. "It's my fault. Please don't cry."

Yuuri thought that the other kid would be calmer, but he was definitely wrong. Wolfram was getting madder.

"Why should I cry?" Wolfram loudly snapped, hands rested on hips menacingly. "I'm not a cry baby."

The blond kid was about the same height with Yuuri, but Yuuri felt he became as big as a thumb under Wolfram's glare.

"Eh, " Yuuri looked around embarrassedly. Wolfram's shouts had attracted other students towards their direction. "The girls in my old school cry when a ball hits them though it's unintentionally," Yuuri stuttered nervously.

Wolfram's face became redder to the root of hair, eyes blazed furiously. "And do you think I'm a girl?"

"Eh?"

Burst of laughter roared till the corner of the field. Even the upper graders stopped whatever they did to laugh.

"Yuuri," Shigeru touched the sides of his stomach, his laughter was barely controllable. " Wolfram is not a girl."

"Wolfram is a boy," Hatori laughed widely.

Before Yuuri could utter his third apology, Wolfram already walked away in a huff manner.

Yuuri lost his interest in playing football. He went to the cafeteria.

Wolfram must be very offended, Yuuri wondered. He sighed heavily. He knew how Wolfram might be feeling. Yuuri wouldn't be happy too to be called a girl. He was angry when his mother dressed him in girl's clothing no matter how hard she assured him that he looked cute. He also hated to be called cute. He's a boy!

"Yuuri?"

Yuuri searched the source of the familiar voice. He grinned knowing its owner was approaching him.

"Still hungry?" Conrad smiled. Yuuri liked Conrad's smile, it was warm and comforting.

"No," Yuuri said. "I want to buy a box of juice."

"You can have mine," Conrad held out his untouched juice.

"No," Yuuri refused. "Actually it's not for me."

"Do you do it for your friend's favor?" Conrad frowned.

"No, erm, yes," Yuuri hesitated a moment. "I made my friend angry. Perhaps if I give him a box of juice, he won't be mad at me again."

Conrad's smile widened. Kids always thought in simple ways, he mused to himself. Got your friend angry, then gave him beverage. It would be over, though he highly doubted it for Yuuri's case.

Conrad already knew about what had happened between Yuuri and Wolfram. His friends who had been passing by the yard told him the story.

"Yo," an orange haired boy appeared behind Conrad. "So, " he looked down and examined Yuuri, "This was the kid who mistook Wolfram for a girl."

Yuuri blushed at the remark, while the tall boy was burst into roaring laughter.

"Enough, Yozak," Conrad warned his friend, but there were traces of laughter in his eyes.

"Now, now," Yozak Gurrier tried to stop his shaking body. "We all know your brother is such a beauty, but to point it to him directly. . . Moreover saying bluntly that he was a girl is so . . . hmph." Yozak tried to masked his laughter into chuckle.

Yuuri paled. "Brother?" he muttered cautiously. His onyx eyes widened in uncertainty. "Conrad," Yuuri swallowed, afraid of what might be the answer of the question he was going to ask. "Who is your brother that you told me to be in the same class with me?"

Conrad smiled in amused manner to the 8 year-old-boy before him. "He's Wolfram Bielefeld."

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TBC