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A/N::: *Chapter Rewritten* I have enabled anonymous reviews, so, even if you don't have an account, you can review my story. Thank You Yuuram88 for telling me that, I didn't know.
lol Also, Yeah, I've watched the episode you're talking about and that episode is kinda my inspiration for this fic.
Warnings::: Minor language
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Yuuri sat at his desk in the second row of the class room next to the window, the window was opened enough to let the cool fall breeze in.
He was gazing out the window, not even listening to the teacher, who was talking about King Tut--, Yuuri was trying to piece together what he needed to come to terms with, though he had a feeling it had something to do with…
He shook his head. That couldn't be it. He knew how he felt about…
No you don't…
Black eyes blinked, looking around the room slyly, then realizing the voice had come from inside his head, which meant that voice belonged to Blood.
Think about it Yuuri, and you will find your answer…
Yuuri slouched and let his head fall into the palm of his hand.
He thought about the events of the day…he had gotten up and went to the bathroom to go back…then his mother had come in…he didn't have anything he needed to admit about her…then Shori had come in…the only thing Yuuri could think of was how Shori was always telling Yuuri to call him 'big brother' but that didn't seem like the answer.
Yuuri's eyes widened. What about Blood! He had returned! Maybe that meant he needed to tell Blood something…but then again…for some reason, that didn't sound right either.
Yuuri hung his head, palms of his hands pressed to his eyes, mentally kicking himself. He didn't know anything. Who or what was he supposed to come to terms with?
The young teen was pulled from his thoughts as his teacher struck his desk with a metal yard stick.
Yuuri jumped an inch or so and looked up at the man in his late fifties. "Y-yeah?" He asked as he sat upright in his seat again.
"King Tut, what can you tell me about him?" He asked as he walked back to the front of the classroom.
Yuuri hadn't been paying any attention so he knew he wouldn't be able to give an acceptable answer. "UH…he was a King…" Laugher erupted all around Yuuri.
"We all know that. What did he do during his rule." Yuuri blinked…Tut had done something? Or was this a trick question?
"Uh…is this a trick question?..." Yuuri was rewarded with more laughter.
He wasn't trying to be funny, but he decided he'd let it be. His teacher sighed, clearly fed up with the class and left to most likely, get a sub to watch them for a few minutes.
"Nice one, Shibuya!" A few boys yelled, others slapped him on the back still laughing.
He turned to smile at them, though he didn't understand why they were laughing.
{Shin Makoku, Blood Pledge Castle}
Greta sat at a white-cloth covered table with Lady Celi beside the garden drinking green tea and munching on cinnamon-sugar cookies.
Her large brown eyes looked happy yet sad. She missed Yuuri and Wolfram.
Yuuri had gone to earth about a week ago and Wolfram was out patrolling the borders with his solders.
Normally, when her parents were gone or busy, she would spend time with Conrad or Gwendal, though they were both busy.
Conrad was training some new recruits and Gwendal could be heard and sometimes even seen trying to escape from Anissina and her crazy inventions.
So Greta was spending time with her grandmother.
Greta hopped down from her wooden, high-back chair and grabbed the watering can and began to carefully water the flowers on the railing.
She sighed a few times and Celi picked her up and hugged her close. Celi hated seeing her sons and her granddaughter upset or hurt in anyway.
"Wolfram will be back in a few hours and His Majesty Yuuri will return soon." Greta nodded slowly, she wasn't worried that they wouldn't come back, she just felt lonely.
She knew she always clung to Yuuri but when he wasn't around she felt more compelled to cling to Wolfram, though with him and Yuuri not around…she felt really lonely… and a little abandoned.
{Earth; Tokyo, Japan}
Blood was sitting on the couch when Yuuri arrived home, he looked around and noticed, no one was home but him and Blood.
"Where is everyone?" He let his bag hit the floor by the table with a loud thud and went into the kitchen.
"Mom went shopping and Dad's at work. Shori…I don't know where he is." Blood answered absently as he flipped though channels.
Yuuri shook his head, he was thankful no one was home. Since he was the only one who could see Blood, they'd only see the remote in the air and channels changing.
"What do you mean "mom" and "dad"?"
Blood didn't even shift his gaze from the TV. "It's easier to say it that way than say 'your mom and dad',"
Because I'm really another version of you, Blood turned off the TV when he couldn't find anything good to watch.
Yuuri eyed the other boy wondering what he meant by that be decided not to fill his head with to many things at one time.
"Blood…maybe you can help me. Murata said I have come to realize something…but I don't fully understand." Yuuri breathed as he sat down on the couch.
Blood didn't respond, he only sat staring at the blank TV screen, his dark eyes unblinking. "Well…"
"By the way; I know for a fact that I did not dream up Shin Makoku and everyone!" Yuuri snapped, leaning on his hands as he leaned towards the teen before him.
"Really? So you're sure you didn't dream it all up?"
"I know I didn't!"
Blood smiled and Yuuri blinked, leaning away from the teen next to him. "So, if you know you didn't dream all of it, you need to figure out the next step."
Yuuri stood and spun on his heal to face the other. "What do I need to figure out?!"
Blood said thoughtfully, he was trying to help without telling it all. "You're in denial about something…or someone."
If he had only said someone then that would be giving it away, then again, Yuuri's so dense it'd most likely go right over his head.
Yuuri blinked and then started pacing the length of the living room. "OK…if…I'm in denial…I'd be in denial about…" Yuuri stopped and growled in frustration.
Then he snapped his fingers and hit his fist to his palm.
"Figured it out?" Blood asked.
"But I'm not in denial about anything! If anyone is it's Wolfram!"
"What?"
"I mean, he keeps saying we're engaged and stuff but it was a complete accident! So I need to figure out how to get him out of denial!"
Yuuri looked so proud of himself. Blood shook his head and sighed loudly.
As dense as ever...
If he had been a cartoon, he would have fallen over and probably turned into a puddle.
"What?" Yuuri whinnied in the same tone he used with Wolfram when he calls him a wimp, which reminded...
"Hay! You said I've been in a coma for a few months and said Shin Makoku was a dream! You lied to me!"
Blood snickered to himself, as he stood up, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yuuri, we just cleared that up moments ago."
"Why did you lie in the beginning?" Yuuri asked, pushing himself up, sitting on his knees.
"The plan was to keep you thinking it was a dream so you'd come to terms faster, though it seemed to eat at you so we dismissed our first plan."
Blood paused then shook his head. "Though the plan only lasted less than two days…maybe we should have kept it going…"He added as Yuuri looked as if he was going to erupt like a volcano, then the red taint to his face faded as he blinked as he realized something.
"You and Murata…you mean…Murata can see you?" Blood laughed and nodded.
Yuuri jumped back when he laughed, he rarely laughed…kinda like Wolfram…and Gwendal!… he added quickly, Yuuri thought that once he got back he'd have to ask Anissina to help him get them to laugh.
Yuuri slapped himself for his thought, He wanted them to laugh not get their heads blown up.
Blood, watching Yuuri closely, stood silently hoping that this new plan of Murata's would work and not turn into a pain.
Yuuri sat abruptly on the hardwood floor, his eyes closed.
"So, tell me about the Shin Makoku world."
Blood had known it was real, though he's been there, he couldn't remember anything about it, he hadn't been there in over a thousand years…at least not in his form.
"Well, in Shin Makoku, there are these skeletons that fly, they have big brown wings that look kinda like dragon wings, I call them Kohi, and oh!, fish skeletons that swim and there are these birds that call out 'bad omen' when they fly by." Yuuri was listing off the animals by counting them off on his fingers.
Blood stood quietly, listening to Yuuri. "And then Wolfram called them our children because they grew by our love, or so says Wolfram." He had been talking about an animal called 'bearbee'.
"A while after that this little girl came to the castle and said she was my daughter, which, as Wolfram acts, took that seriously and called me a cheater…"
Blood smiled, Yuuri started to talk about Wolfram again, if this worked, Blood wouldn't have to use plan three.
"Then he said he was her father too, since he and I are engaged."
"You seem to like him a lot." Blood said.
Yuuri nodded. "Yep, he and I are real good friends."
Blood gave a heavy sigh and fell backwards onto the sofa. Of course. It wouldn't be that easy. Nothing is ever easy!
"That's not what I meant." Blood breathed as he brushed a few strands of dark colored hair from his face. "I meant, you like him more than as a friend."
Yuuri laughed nervously as he stood up, running a hand through his black hair. "No I don't. Wolfram's a treasured friend."
Blood closed his eyes and cursed softly. Why, why, why!?!
{Four hours Later, Murata's home}
Murata and Blood sat outside of Murata's house on the porch. "So…he still won't admit he loves sir Von Bielefeld?" Murata asked as he leaned back.
Blood nodded. "I know the kid is dense, but he never shuts up about the blonde. It should be obvious, even to him!"
Blood snapped as he hit his head on the wooden post. Murata laughed at the sight. Blood was like Conrad, calm, cool, and collected, rarely acted out in anyway.
"Well, guess we'll need to move on to plan three."
Blood eyes widened and he groaned. "Can't we skip that plan?"
"No. It may actually work, so we have to."
"We? What do you mean we?" Blood asked, his dark eyes narrowed at the sage beside him. "And I don't know a thing about the boy Wolfram."
Blood huffed hotly. Murata chuckled again, When Blood acted like that, it was as if he and Wolfram were clones.
"Well, I'd act like him but that may be a little weird." Murata knew that Blood would kill him, but, the plan might work.
"And, you should know about him, you did just say Shibuya never shuts up about him."
"How is me acting like Wolfram going to make Yuuri admit he loves the prince? I mean, what if he falls in love with me?"
Murata burst into a fit of laughter, his eyes shut tight and a hand over his mouth, Blood shot him a death glare, he couldn't see it, but he felt the kick to his side.
"I'm…sorry," Murata gasped. "But I highly doubt Yuuri would fall in love with you." He gasped once again as he was struck over the head, hard.
"Just try for a day, and if it doesn't work we'll move to plan four, OK?" Blood sighed, he knew there would be no way he'd win this fight.
Not with this pain in the ass. Murata just wanted to see him suffer and squirm!
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