Never-Ending Forever
First off, I need to take a moment to say that this is my absolute favourite pairing. XD Yes, Yuri/Tear is a tad...unorthodox, but it is oh-so cute. Also on that note, being that this is a cross-over, this is AU, so there won't be any real spoilers.
Secondly, this is a very short intro. Just letting people get a feel for an odd pairing. XD
Thirdly. This was written for a contest. It is done, I'm just posting it in chunks.
Finally...
I would like to dedicate this to Ayaji. Aya, you rock, dear. Hardcore. Thank you for always being the Tear to my Yuri. And for always being there to cheer me up, even when you don't necessarily know I'm down. XD
I've also got to give credit to Lisa and Shannon for just...being there for me through this whole thing. I don't think this would've gotten finished if not for the two of you. Thanks.
I hope you all enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Tear or Yuri, both of whom are property of Bandai-Namco, along with all of the other characters mentioned in this story.
Mystearica Aura Fende, or Tear as she preferred, was never what one would call your 'average woman'. As a fourth-year nursing student at Namcobanda University, she was looking forward to finishing up her program and starting her internship.
Still, a day at NU was never boring.
"Oi, get him over here!"
At her professor's request, she poked her nose out into the hallway to investigate the cries coming from it. At the sight her bright, blue eyes were greeted with, Tear raised one eyebrow. Just outside the nursing room, a man with long, black hair was standing outside the room, motioning on two blonds, who were carrying an unconscious blue-haired man between them, to hurry up.
Looking startled to see her, the dark-haired male's equally dark eyes widened in shock before the look was quickly replaced with one of amusement.
"Erm, so, we've got a bit of a problem here. Mind giving us a hand?"
Blinking the shock out of her system, Tear quickly stuck her head back into the room.
"Professor Sage, there's someone injured out here!"
"Bring him in!" the silver-haired professor immediately called, already motioning for students to clear a space to lay the senseless man.
As her fellow students did that, Tear waved the four men in and instructed the two blonds as to where to place the unconscious man.
"Nice place you got here."
"Excuse me?" Tear asked, turning to the final man in shock.
"Oh, you know, beds, curtains, floor...what else could a guy ask for? Still, I suppose it's a bit bland. White never was my colour."
Was this guy for real? His friend was out cold and being examined by several nursing students, and he was commenting on the decor? Taking a moment to stare at him, the brunette decided that it had to be one of those situations were a person was given either looks or brains, but not both. Judging from this man's looks...well, he was probably entitled to be lacking a bit upstairs.
"I suppose the white's good if anyone gets murdered up here, though. You could see the bloodstains pretty easily."
Okay, whoa. Wait. Just what the hell was with this guy? Gritting her teeth, the brunette stiffened her spine and began walking away. No way could she stand prolonged conversation with...this guy.
"Hey, don't you have anything to ask me?"
Turning coolly, Tear sighed. "And what would that be?"
"Well, I should think any good nurse would likely try and figure out just why Chester's unconscious to begin with. Don't you?"
...well, that was annoying. Technically, he was right. It was just hard to want to interrogate a guy like this. Sure, he was pleasing on the eyes, maybe even more so than Tear cared to admit, but that did not give him riveting conversational skills.
"Tear, if you're not going to help us, get some details on what happened!"
Well, the cinched that. Nodding to her professor, Tear sighed and folded her arms.
"Very well, Mister...?"
"Yuri. Just call me Yuri," pausing, he eyes her up and down in a rather unnerving way before smirking, "Miss Melons."
Tear fought to remain cool. It was not like Luke and Patty were not constantly making fun of her chest, too. She could handle this.
"You may call me Tear."
"Hm, I guess I could." He paused again, eyes taking on a demonic light. "But I'd really rather not."
Running a hand through her hair, Tear finally nodded. "Very well, Sir Feminine."
Well, it might have been a good comeback had he not broken down laughing.
"Nice, I like a girl with wit."
Inexplicably, Tear found herself blushing. She was about to retort when Raine's yell cut into her thoughts.
"Mystearica! Stop flirting and do what I told you."
Rather than bothering to deny the flirting, even though she absolutely had not been doing anything of the sort, Tear latched onto what remained of her professionalism.
"So what exactly were you doing when, erm, Chester fell unconscious?"
"Me? Oh, y'know, just wandering around the building."
"No, I'm sorry, I do not know. I typically attend class."
"Hm, you don't say..."
"Yuri, stop giving the poor thing a hard time."
Tear glanced up when the two blonds, who easily could have been twins, but for their height differences, joined them.
"Aw, c'mon, Flynn. It's not like Chester's in any danger. He just needs his stomach pumped."
"Stomach pumped?" Tear asked, unable to remain silent any longer.
Subtly edging away from her, the other blond responded, "Yes. You see, Chester and Flynn here are in my culinary class, and were paired up today. I admit my mistake in—"
"—in what? Letting Flynn in your kitchen?"
"Yuri..."
"Everyone knows he can't cook. Well, he can if you stand over him and make sure he doesn't put anything...weird into what he's making, but I hardly think Professor Count has the time for that."
"Yuri!"
"Professor Count?" Tear asked, unable to remain silent any longer. "That's Doctor Gardios."
The one called Flynn sighed. "Yuri likes to rename people. He calls you whatever he wants."
"Aw, do I detect a hint of jealousy in your tone, Flynn?"
"No, you don't. Why on earth would I be jealous?"
"Because you don't get a nickname."
"Perhaps you were mistaking jealousy for relief?"
Tear could not help but chuckle a bit at the two's banter. A quick glance at the bed had told her that Chester had been successfully treated, so she was not overly concerned with getting their story. She figured Professor Gardios had to have passed on their story to Raine, so she was not in a hurry to get them talking.
"Aww, did we say something funny, Miss Melons?"
Tear stiffened when she felt Yuri's arm drape itself over her shoulder. Sniffing in disdain, she shoved it off roughly.
"Hardly. Care to continue your elaboration on this apparent attempted murder?"
"Ouch, Flynn. She gotcha there."
The shorter blond's mouth opened and closed several times before he apparently found words to voice his thoughts.
"O-of course I was not trying to kill him! I merely...made a slight miscalculation in my ingredients list..."
"Yeah, slight like 'can you safely put a whole bag of curry into chocolate chip cookies' and 'does squid replace the chocolate okay?', that sort of slight, right?"
"Th-they tasted fine to me!"
"Yeah, because someone burnt your taste buds off as a child."
"No they did not, Yuri. The rest of you merely fail to expand your palates as much as I choose to."
"Yeah, as in: we're not suicidal."
Professor Gardios, better known to his students as Guy, waved one hand at the two's banter.
"Ignore them, Tear. They go off like this all of the time. Long story short, Chester dared to try Flynn's food, and passed out from the taste. Now we're here so he can be checked out, but we already told Professor Sage that, so you don't have to worry about it."
"There's nothing else?" Strange that Raine would insist on her pressing them for details if she already knew.
"That's about it, Miss Melons," Yuri said, throwing his arm over her shoulders again. "Flynn got the crazy idea of becoming a chef into his head this summer, joined Doctor Count's class, and viola. Attempted murder with every dish."
"Yuri!"
"What? You should've just stuck to getting your Master's in Business, or whatever you were doing."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence."
"It's true, Flynn. Face it."
Something told Tear the two had had this same conversation many times in the past. Not to mention the things they said to one another. There was a definite bite to their words, yet under that was brotherly fondness. It was almost...cute.
"I think I'll go check on Chester," Guy muttered, making a hasty departure.
"Face what, Yuri? And you really should let that poor girl go. You're bordering on sexual harassment at the moment."
Face darkening, Tear realised that Yuri's arm was still hanging over her shoulders. Shrugging it off roughly, she folded her arms and frowned.
"I'd appreciate it if you would stop doing that."
Shrugging, Yuri sighed. "You two are no fun. You oughta get married, or something. Two stiff necks like you could be boring together for all of eternity."
This brought a series of stutters and blushes from both Tear and Flynn, eliciting a smirk from Yuri. Clearly, the man enjoyed pushing buttons.
"Enough, Yuri. You're not even supposed to be here," Flynn finally muttered, shaking his head.
"Not supposed to be here?" Tear asked, confused.
"Yes. Yuri does not attend NU."
Tear raised one eyebrow. "Then why...?"
"Simple. I knew Flynn was going to be cooking today, so I had to see it."
"...you're terrible," Tear muttered, sighing.
"Or maybe I was rooting for him," Yuri replied smoothly, apparently unphased by her attack. "You never know, it could have been a miracle."
"Flynn, you can go now. Yuri, get out. Some of these students are actually in class," Guy finally muttered, striding over. "Flynn, you can tell Culinary Arts that class if over for the day, and Yuri...just get."
The shorter blond bowed. "Yes, sir. Come on, Yuri."
"Yeah, yeah. Be right there, Captain." Turning to Tear, the dark-haired male smirked. "Guess I gotta be off. See ya later." And with that, Yuri winked, turned, and vanished into the hall.
Tear was not entirely sure why she felt almost...disappointed.
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