Author's note: I wasn't really expecting a lot of people to read my story because I think it's a little different from the normal KKM fanfics.

So I am really happy and surprised when I saw the stats of my first chapter. Thank you everybody for reading my story!

Miyuki Meiru- I am also happy to know that I am not the only one who thinks like that with the Klaine.

Anyways the reason why I used Metro Manila is because I haven't visited the parts of the country in a long time.

So maybe I'll just do some research about the other places. Thank you for the review.

Narudi18- I love how you defended the difference of Klaine is from Yuuram and I totally get your point.

But I still think they are similar. Thank you for your review!

I don't own KKM

Chapter two

"I didn't know you had an uncle." Yuuri said as he followed his friend out of the hotel room.

"I-I seldom talk about him." Murata replied while locking their hotel room. "He is a little bit odd. I try my best to avoid him but he caught me anyway. "

"How did you two meet?" Yuuri asked. He is now getting worried about meeting Murata's mysterious uncle because Murata himself is avoiding the man.

"Remember when you left me all alone last night? Well a man who looks like a bouncer approached me and led me to my uncle who was having a drink with a model friend of his." Murata explained. "Then he took me to where he was currently staying made me stay for the night and made me promise to work with him today."

"Why bring me?" Yuuri asked.

"It might be a good experience for you. Plus if he kidnaps me at least you'll be taken as well. It's so lonely to get stuffed in the car trunk alone." Murata pouted.

"That's it I am going back to our hotel!" Yuuri yelled.

But before Yuuri could even step away a laughing Murata caught his arm.

"I am just joking Shibuya. My uncle loves me like a son and we our blood related. So that means we are safe. Also I brought you along because I don't want to leave you all alone in the hotel room. My uncle also promised to give me a translating machine his friend gave to him for you." Murata quickly explained.

"What do you mean a translating machine?" Yuuri asked.

"It looks like a hearing aid and enables you to understand and speak almost any language." Murata replied.

"That's so cool! So where does your uncle stay?" Yuuri asked.

"It's like a five to ten minute walk from here. He is staying at Richmond hotel." Murata replied.

Yuuri only nodded. The idea of having such an invention in his hands erased all the worries he was having from going with Murata.

Ever since Yuuri was young he wanted to travel around the world.

He always thought that his dream would be so impossible because he can't even master the English language and there are a lot of countries where only a few of its population can really speak in English.

Japan is one of them. But if Yuuri is wearing the translator he could speak any language with ease and he doesn't have to worry about getting lost or anything in a foreign land.

Those were the thoughts of Yuuri as he walked side by side with his friend out of the hotel. Also Yuuri didn't want to ask more questions about his friend's uncle because the courage that he now has to come with Murata might disappear.

Murata might share something disturbing about his uncle.

The weather in Manila was so hot that even if it was only a short walk to the other hotel both Yuuri and Murata were sweating like a pig.

The lobby was so cool when Yuuri and Murata arrived and it felt like heaven to the both of them.

The guards greeted them warmly and informed Murata that his uncle already called the lobby ten times asking if he arrived already.

Murata quickly apologizes for his uncle's behavior and the guards laughed and told Murata that they are used to it already.

After a few small talks Murata finally led Yuuri to one of the elevators. One of the guards shouted "good luck". Making Yuuri have second thoughts.

They arrived at the twenty- third floor of the building. And to the last door of the left corner which was open.

"Hey Murata, I thought this is a hotel room." Yuuri said. When he saw that even if the insides of the room have expensive looking furniture it looks more of a home than a hotel.

"Oh I forgot to tell you. Some of the floors in this hotel serve as permanent residences to some people. More like condos." Murata explained. "This is my uncle's model friend's condo."

Murata entered the room and told Yuuri that it's okay for him not to take off his shoes.

Yuuri eyed Murata suspiciously for a few seconds before he finally entered the condo. The condo really looks like one of the houses in a life style magazine.

Yuuri heard noises and he stopped admiring the part of the living room where he entered.

He turned around to the rest of the living room which is packed with a lot of people.

The noise they were making was really loud and maybe the only reason that Yuuri hadn't noticed it because he was busy with his thoughts.

Everybody looks very busy. Some of them were unloading and fixing the lights and screen for the shoot.

Others were busy fixing the make-ups, brushes and stuff. And the rest were unloading clothes, shoes and accessories from the suit cases.

In the middle of the crowd a man with long silver hair was standing on a stool yelling orders to everybody.

"Is this a photo shoot?" Yuuri whispered.

"Yes." Murata replied.

"I never knew it was this intense." Yuuri said.

"It's not supposed to be this intense but my uncle always has panic attacks and it has a way of making everybody around him panic also." Murata explained.

As if by cue or as if the silver man felt that Yuuri and Murata were talking about him. He slowly turns around.

"Ken!" The silver haired man cried making everybody stop and look at Yuuri and Murata.

It was the first time Yuuri saw his friend's eye grow big because of fear.

The silver haired man kept on calling Murata repeatedly as he ran towards Murata pushing anybody who is blocking the way without even an "excuse me" or an apology.

Then the silver haired man jumped on Murata and started embracing him tightly.

"U-n-c-l-e ca-can't brea-breathe." Murata managed to say. But his uncle was ignoring all of Murata's pleas to let him go. So Yuuri decided to help his friend because if Murata dies it will be hard for him to go back to Japan. Also it's in Yuuri's nature to help other people. Minutes passed and Yuuri finally got the crazy silver haired man away from his best friend.

"What were you thinking you could've killed me!" Murata barked when was able to breathe again.

"How could you say that to me? I am just showing you how I love you! Why do you always reject my love?" The silver haired man asked as he began to cry.

"We only last saw each other this morning." Murata said in a bored tone.

"That was several hours ago! You can't blame me for being carried away." Gunter reasoned.

"Whatever… by the way this is my friend Yuuri Shibuya. Shibuya this is my uncle Gunter von Christ." Murata sighed.

"Really he's your uncle?" Yuuri asked.

"Yes he is. Why would you ever doubt that?" Murata asked.

"It's just that he is good looking." Yuuri answered.

"So you are saying I am ugly?" Murata hissed.

"Oh come on Murata don't get angry. I am extra ordinarily good looking so it's an honest mistake. Anyway Mr. Shibuya or Yuuri you're not that bad yourself." Gunter winked.

-End of Chapter

Thank you guys for reading and please review! Next Chapter Yuuri and Wolfram will meet!