Chrysalis
Author's Note:
I know that I have not been active for such a long period, but it took me quite an effort to tear my interest away from original stories and back to fanfiction stories.
Disclaimer:
No, I don't own KKM.
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People deserve to live a peaceful and untainted life. This is a story where Shin Makoku does not exist, and neither was magic nor wars. Here, people become what they are meant to be. And in a wet day, two boys might just realize their meaning of existence. YuuRam. AU.
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CHAPTER 1: Unite and Conquer
It was not that Shibuya Yuuri hated his own school, but he had to admit that the school officials were simply total idiots in choosing the time for setting a school trip. "I mean," he complained out loud, "why would they choose the rainy spring days instead of the bright and cheerful summer days for a Friendship Trip?"
Murata Ken, the boy sitting next to him as the bus juggled down the road, flipped the page of the magazine he had been holding before replying, "Well, according to the information I received earlier, it was due to the fact that St. Reverend wants to invite our school to its own Friendship Trip or whatever they call it there."
Yuuri frowned, yawning as he dug around his backpack for a snack. "What's this St. Reverend?"
Immediately, he received a raised eyebrow from his friend. "You don't know?" Murata snickered, shaking his head in mock desperation. "Shibuya, would you please tell me your understanding of the meaning of this Friendship Trip?"
Eyeing Murata in suspicion of a trap, Yuuri shrugged and said rather ignorantly, pulling out a bag of potato chips, "Uh, a trip where all the boys get to, err, travel together to…increase friendship?"
"I should have suspected it," Murata sighed. "You did not listen to the speech of our headmaster, did you?"
An innocent shake of head followed the question as a reply.
"Well, Shibuya," Murata said, smiling a little, "perhaps you should know that the Friendship Trip is not about our friendship or our school's boys' friendship, mind you, but about our school's friendship with another school."
Another frown of bafflement settled upon Yuuri's forehead. "Where is the importance of that?"
Murata shrugged his shoulders. "Considering the owner of our school and the owner of St. Reverend are husband and wife, it would be strange if the two schools did not hold the connection instead, don't you think?"
"Married?" Yuuri spluttered, accidentally pulling his bag of chips open in surprise. "Wow! Amazing! And what's this St. Reverend?"
Pulling a sheet of crumpled paper from a pocket, Murata coughed and began reading whatever was written on the paper, "St. Reverend is an all-boys school, and their speciality is their famous music program. It has its own dormitory, which is able to house up to four hundred boys in one time. Currently, there are three hundred and five students studying in St. Reverend. Hmm, it seems that St. Reverend is a rather elite school, compared to ours."
"Oh man," Yuuri moaned. "Then I guess all the students would be brats."
"We have to mingle with them for the next two weeks, remember," said Murata, folding the paper back. "St. Reverend is sending all the first grade students to this Friendship Trip. That means they will be in our grade and age, but they can play music and are going to a school with better facilities."
Yuuri scowled. "Which means they will probably act all arrogant to us."
Murata simply opened his magazine again. "Just enjoy the trip, Shibuya," he advised. "We might get something unexpected."
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"To unite and conquer! That has been the motto of our two schools ever since they were founded. Today, our two schools are being united once again, according to the tradition, in the Friendship Trip, with Midoriyama Senior High as the organizer. This event will be repeated in summer, where St. Reverend takes its role as the organizer. Therefore, boys, right now you are sitting…."
Yawning, Yuuri nudged Murata, who was sitting on the patch of grass next to him. "Why is the headmaster of our school a professional in delivering boring speeches?" he moaned, folding his arms across his chest. "Besides, why the hell are we gathering on a soccer field? Look at the boys from St. Reverend on our left. Their uniform looks so expensive, compared to ours…."
"Appearance never reflects what is within," said Murata, rather wisely. "About the soccer field, well, you can't force two hundred and fifty seven boys into one room, can you? This is a good place, as long as it is not ra…."
The first drops of rain began to fall, and Yuuri looked up. "So much for your sentence, Murata," he sighed, looking around.
And that was when he spotted a commotion among the St. Reverend boys. A blonde boy (which seemed rather too foreign for him; fancy seeing a foreigner among the members of his school trip!) had apparently stood up in the middle of the Midoriyama's headmaster's speech and took off his school jacket, using it instead to cover a large black case of something Yuuri would never have guessed. Then, making his way through the lumps of sitting boys, the blonde boy took off, bringing the black case with him to the nearest shelter.
Yet it was nothing compared to what followed next. As the rain fell harder, more and more boys stood up and left, mostly covering something beneath their jacket in hurry, panicking to find shelter. "What's up with them?" Yuuri noted, confused. "Don't tell me they can't afford to see their luggage getting a little bit damp!" As if to underline that statement, Yuuri poked his own waterproof backpack sitting on the wet grass next to him.
"But their bags are still sitting on the grass," Murata said slowly.
Glancing at the left, Yuuri shrugged when he saw the abandoned luggage. "Then, what's with the hurry?"
"Those are musical instruments, Yuuri," Murata sighed. "They are protecting their instruments. Most portable instruments are vulnerable to high humidity." He gestured with his chin towards the blonde boy, who had found his shelter at the porch of the nearest store from the field. "He is probably holding a violin. Or a viola."
The headmaster's speech ended, and the boys were all shepherded back toward their buses, which would escort them to the arranged inn. From the corner of his eyes, Yuuri watched as the blonde boy covered his violin (or whatever it was) with his jacket again and made a dash towards the bus, his long legs swift even while the road was slick with rain.
Out of instincts, Yuuri stepped aside to let him in first, and the boy took the chance immediately. He was dripping wet as he put his violin on a seat. Yuuri got into the bus himself, and curiously he poked the black case. "What's inside this?" he asked.
The blonde looked at him with a dishevelled stare, and suddenly he thrust the case into Yuuri's unsuspecting hands. Yuuri yelped, catching the case just in time. "Could you please take care of it for a moment?" the blonde said breathlessly. "My luggage is still outside…." His eyes then caught the scene outside the window of the bus. A tall man with dark brown hair was waving to the direction of the bus, a large, green backpack slung over his shoulder. The blonde boy waved back and the man took off, in which the boy sighed in relief. He retrieved his case from Yuuri, before saying, "Thanks. It seems that my brother has taken care of my luggage."
Slightly stunned, Yuuri could only nod his head and said, "Err, it's all right."
The blonde took his seat next to the window, and promptly Yuuri looked around for an empty seat. Murata was waving towards him from the front part of the bus, and Yuuri was about to approach his friend when suddenly the blonde spoke up, "I don't mind if you sit next to me, you know."
Yuuri turned around, only to find the blonde's green eyes boring deep into him. "Ah, no," he smiled politely. "It's just that...my friend apparently has saved a seat for me. Thanks a lot." The blonde nodded, and Yuuri was just going when he saw the brown-haired man embarking the bus from the front door and approaching Murata, still holding the green backpack. Murata immediately moved to give the man some space, waving an apology towards Yuuri, in which Yuuri replied.
"Oh, well," Yuuri sighed. He had been hoping to read Murata's magazines to pass the time while the bus took its time travelling to the inn. He faced the wet blonde once again. "It seems that your brother has taken the seat. May I sit next to you?"
The blonde shrugged, and Yuuri immediately plopped down on the aisle seat next to him. He stretched a hand politely. "My name is Shibuya Yuuri. May I know yours?"
The blonde boy gazed at his hand for a moment, before taking it with a lopsided smile. "It's Bielefeld. My name is Wolfram von Bielefeld."
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Uh, since this is my first story after such a long hiatus, I need your comments badly! Yay or nay, everyone?
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