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Now ladies and gents. . . Time for the second chapter!

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When Worlds Collide - Are You Serious?

"Damnit, I cannot believe that I am actually going through with this."

On top of going on a tour he did not want to go on Yuuri was forced by his mother to wake up at 6am which was a whole 2 hours before he normally woke up. Lazily looking at his bed he sighed as he thought about when he woke up.

"We have to beat traffic Yuu-Chan!" His mother had greeted him with that beautiful wake up call and shouted right at him first thing in the morning. After giving his mother an incoherent response he just turned over onto the other side of his bed with his back facing his mom; Miko proceeded to poke him with her fingers until he finally threw the blankets off with a shout and stomped to the bathroom to shower and change.

So here he was. Buttoning up the last of his regular black school uniform. He was refusing to wear anything else. Yuuri wanted to show those spoiled brats that he was proud of who he was and where he was from. A modest background and attended a modest school he was not going to be ashamed of that.

As he stared blankly at his mirror he spoke out loud to himself "I don't even know why I'm going. Its not like I'm going to go there." Looking around his room he noted all of his belongings. A simple twin sized bed with a nightstand directly to the right of it. A bookshelf that held various knickknacks that he had gathered throughout the years with a desk beside it for doing homework. Baseball memorabilia was scattered throughout his room in countless places from hanging off his plain white ceiling to piling up on his floor. This was where he belonged; not some fancy school for silver spooned kids.

As he walked down stairs he could here the excited chatter from his mother. Yuuri had no idea how someone could be this happy when the sun was still asleep. Reaching the last step he cringed at the awful squeak it always made when weight was put on it. Poor step. Three heads snapped to his direction right as he stepped off the stairs.

The head of the family, Shouma Shibuya was already dressed for work in his suit with a mug of coffee in his left hand and the paper in his right. Shouri, the first born son, had a textbook out on the table and it was easy to tell that he had been previously looking over it. He must have been up all night pulling another all nighter, college kids. Finally, his mother Miko Shibuya dashed towards him interrupting his analization.

"Yuu-chan we need to get going! You don't even have time to enjoy this wonderful meal that I prepared for the family for your big day!" Yuuri felt bad that he had made his mom pout at the wasted meal but he quickly corrected her.

"Mom-,"

"Its Momma, Yuu-chan."

"Whatever, its not my big day. We are just going to see some school that I wont be going to. It is a glorified tour day. They are probably just using us as practice for real recruitment."

"Yuu-chan, do not speak like that. It does not show much confidance." This time it was his older brother that chimed in and gave him a disapproving look. After giving Shouri an annoyed glare he finally gave up and decided not to talk anymore until he absolutely needed to.

"Well honey, I gotta get going to work now. You take care of Yuuri and be safe on your way there. Oh and son," Yuuri looked at his father who gave him a goofy smile, "don't be too hard on yourself like that. I heard threw the grapevine that the Royal Academy was attempting to gather the best players they could to form their team. I doubt that they have enough time to play games." And with that the head of the family walked out the door, and everyone just stared at the door that he just closed. Dad always did have snippets of information.

Heard through the grapevine? Yeah right, dad is probably just trying to make me feel better. Whatever lets just get this over with.

"Oh wow Yuu-chan. Look at this place, its so beautiful!" Gushed Miko as they were walking up to the entrance to the academy. Even Yuuri had to admit, with a grude, that this place was impressive. The landscaping was perfectly manicured with a perfect harmony of colors from the green grass to the white lilies and a whole different other variety of flowers and plants that none of the Shibuya family had ever seen. The building itself looked like a castle. With grand pillars at the top of the flag stone stair way to the solid oak doors that lead inside the academy.

Yuuri really did not bother to pay much attention to the place, it was not like he was going to be back anyway.

"Ah, Yuuri, Miko! I am so glad you came!" Exclaimed the purple hair man who was standing in the main lobby of the academy, directly below an amazing chandelier.

Damn what was his name again? G- something. . . Gary? Greg? Oh wait, Gunter!

Glancing over at her son Miko explained for both of them. "Well of course we would not miss it for the world! Right Yuuri?" She knew he did not want to be there, but it was such a great opportunity for him, Yuuri just did not realize it. Such a shame that her great son did not realize how much he had going for him. Boys, she thought.

"Right, mom."

"Well how about we start the tour now then!" Gunter took his mom by the hand like they were long lost friends and proceeded to speak in such a fast pace tone Yuuri did not even bother to listen, but it seemed his mother was following right along and was actually responding just as fast. Keeping his head down he just followed the sound of the voices and was waiting on his torture to end. He wanted to be back in his own school. With his own friends. With his own people.

As he was walking along he noticed that even the marble floor was perfectly polished so he could see his own sulking reflection. After staring aimlessly at his own face for what seemed like forever he finally realized that he no longer heard the voices of his mother and Gunter. In fact he did not even hear their footsteps. Snapping his head up he saw no one in sight.

"Well shit. . . I'm lost."

Well it was not like he was just going to stand there like a sheep waiting for slaughter. Yuuri was determined to find his way in this damn school, find his mother, and get the hell out of there.

Unfortunately, after only about five minutes of walking the halls did he realize that he was even more lost. Stopping to stand and gather his surroundings he noticed a trophy case that must have been at least 10 feet wide and 7 feet tall.

Taking a closer look he realized that these kids were the definition of perfect. He saw team pictures of everything from lacrosse, soccer, bodybuilding, power lifting, and fencing, briefly stopping on the fencing photo for some reason, unkown to him. Among the pictures were trophies and he noticed that they were all 1st place. He had no idea if they did not bother to put anything less than 1st in the case or if the school was just that damn good.

As Yuuri was soaking in all the awards and statistics his ears picked up the sound of people cheering from just a few hallways down. After poking his head in a few doors and windows he finally located the source of all the commotion.

Inside an impressively sized gymnasium was what must have been a fencing team if Yuuri had to guess. Lined up all around something Yuuri saw the white padded outfits and swords that everyone was holding. Some held onto their helmets by their side while others kept it on their heads. Once again the students erupted in cheers.

Well. A peak won't hurt. After all I have nothing else to do now.

After abandoning all hesitation Yuuri quietly slipped in side to get a better look. Maneuvering his way around the crowd he finally was able to get a vantage point that showed all the action.

In the center of the students were two people in what seemed to be a one sided fight. One person was continually backing up or stepping out of the boundary line causing them to reset. It did not even seem fair. This poor kid was taking abuse from what must have been a prodigy and everyone was cheering at it.

Finally after a few more minutes of continuous chargers and falls a brunette haired man called an end to the match. Yuuri saw the man and wondered why he was there. Obviously he was a coach but the man seemed to kind to be at a place like this. A place where they look down on you for lack of pedigree.

"Dammit Conrart I was still practicing!" Shrieked the masked swordsman who, to Yuuri's eye, did not need any practice.

The brown haired man just smiled calmly and simply stated, "Enough is enough Wolfram. I am sorry but he can not keep up with you." Conrart was still smiling even at the evident disgust of the swordsman.

Stomping his foot down for emphasis, Wolfram exclaimed that he needed more practice.

"What a brat." Muttered Yuuri under his breath. Apparently that was the worst time to do it though, because everyone turned back to him wide eyed some dropping their helmets and swords in sheer shock. Did this stranger really just call Wolfram von Bielefeld a brat?

Snapping his head over to where the words echoed the crowd parted like a piece of bread that had been cut in half, revealing a flabbergasted Yuuri. Damn, he must have fucked up.

Wolfram not wasting anytime marched up to the newcomer without taking off his helmet and hissed a horrible onslaught of words, "Brat? Listen here you low life I have no idea who you are or what you are doing in my school, but no one and I repeat no one insults me." With every word he drew closer and closer to Yuuri revealing his green eyes just barely. Where had Yuuri seen those eyes before?

The next thing he knew he was being dragged across the gym to the dueling area that was just occupied.

"Wolfram, is this really necessary?"

"I do not want to here it, Weller."

With an exasperated sigh he gave a small smile to the stranger and took a side step.

"If you really think I am a, 'brat,' then how about we settle this one on one like men." Wolfram smirked from behind his mask as he said this, he knew that this wimp could not beat him. There was only one person who was able to beat Wolfram at this academy and that person was his coach. Although he despised the brown haired man, he had to admit that Conrart's fencing skills were below no one.

Yuuri knew the challenge was a trap for him and he needed to proceed with caution. He did not want to back down in front of all of these students but he knew what he could and could not handle. Using some quick thinking he was finally able to manage a respectable answer, "Listen kid, I don't know what your problem is but I do not have any of the equipment that you have on so it would just result in me getting injured." There that was a good enough reply, solid argument that no one could penetrate.

"William give him your Saber! As for me I do not need the protective clothing."

Well shit, looks like im fucked. . . Is this guy really going to let this go on isn't he suppose to be the teacher. Yuuri was at a loss of words now. He did not even notice it when another fencer, William, came up to him with a smirk that made the double black want to punch him out. Damn stuck up prick.

"Here you go kid, good luck. You're going to need it." William chuckled all the way back to the sideline and joined the other students who all had knowing looks on their faces. Yuuri knew what was going on, they all thought he was going to back down but he was not going to give them the pleasure.

After fumbling with his new weapon he finally got a good grip on it and turned back to his opponent. What he saw took his breath away. It was the same blonde boy he had seen at the diner weeks before. Only this time he looked completely different. His hair was damp and plastered to his forehead. He had take off his upper clothing and was only wearing a tight white tank top that was drenched in sweat which made it completely see through. Yuuri could see every well formed muscle on the blonde angels torso with his movement his chest heaving subtly up and down. But the piercing green eyes are what got to Yuuri the most. They were looking at him with a wild barely controlled emotion that Yuuri could not place. He could have spent all day staring at the gorgeous boy if his thoughts had not been interrupted by said boy.

"Since we are using Sabers the protective pants do not matter. Points are awarded if you hit anywhere above the waist, except for the hands. If you back up off the mat or step outside of the boundaries, besides proving that you are a wimp, you will be given a penalty. I am ready to start whenever you are."

Those eyes once again were staring straight through him. A smirk adorned Wolframs face just thinking about how he was going to humiliate the poor fool. Did he really think he could insult him without going punished.

Looking around Yuuri realized, not surprised, that no one was going to stop the duel. Well fine then, he would just have to show them that Yuuri Shibuya would step up to any challenge they could give him. After stepping onto the playing area he soon realized he had no idea where to start.

"Take a few steps back," came the gentle voice of the coach from behind Yuuri. He gave him a reassuring smile and continued, "do not worry, you will do just fine."

Yeah right, this kid looks like he is undefeated. Oh well. Yuuri knew he was going to lose but he was not going to go down without a fight.

After trying his best to mimic Wolframs own stance and ignoring the snickers all around him he began to go into his competitive zone. The green eyed boy was taken aback by this but Wolfram would not let it show.

It is obvious that this wimp has no experience. Why is he so willing? Wolfram brushed the thought off mentally storing it for some other time. Maybe there was more to this commoner that met the eye. It did not matter though; he was going to tear him down.

A tense silence formed over the room. Yuuri knew there had to be a signal, he just did not know what it was. Immediately after he thought that a high pitch whistle pierced the air, Here it goes. Both boys thought simultaneously and Yuuri's eyes grew wide when he saw Wolfram advancing towards him at an alarming rate. Putting his sword up in defense the next thing he felt was a sharp pain on the side of his arm. Preparing himself for more onslaught he cringed closing his eyes.

"Damn wimp." He heard Wolfram mutter as he sauntered back to his starting point. He was actually kind of disappointed. The green eyed boy thought that this stranger might more fight in him than this. But sadly, once again he had no match.

The onslaught went on again and again. Every time resulting in Yuuri getting hit in a new place and welts began forming on his torso and arms. The blood pumping throughout his body made them start to swell and throb with pain, but Yuuri knew that he had to go on. He could not give up. Never.

After what must have been 6 more hits and listening to the laughter of everyone around him Yuuri finally had enough. If he could just get one hit, just one he would have a moral victory. He took his stance, covered in bruises and welts but more confidant than all the other times.

Wolfram saw the aura of the double black change dramatically and smiled even wider. If it had not been for the pain Yuuri was in he would have thought the other was beautiful when he smiled.

The whistle blew.

Taking the initiative for the first time Yuuri caught Wolfram off guard. Yes! Yuuri saw an opening putting everything he had into a swing like he would a baseball he aimed right for an exposed shoulder. This point was going to be his. But his opponent had other plans. Quickly deflecting the hit with a flick of his wrist. He drew back and delivered the strongest blow out of all the points he had gotten.

Feeling a blinding pain in his left temple Yuuri's vision turned white. He stumbled everything was getting whiter and whiter. Vaguely he noticed that someone had rushed to his side. "Wimp." was heard through a haze but Yuuri could not respond.

The last thing he saw were those green eyes. Was that concern? Everything went black after that.

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"Yuu-chan! Yuu-chan!" Opening his eyes he saw his mother standing over him with a worried expression plastered on her face. "Are you alright honey."

"Yeah mom, where am I?" Looking around Yuuri was not familiar with any of his surroundings.

"You're at the infirmary of the school. Apparently you had a tryout with the fencing captain and you got a little roughed up." A little? Yuuri looked at his body. He was covered in bruises that were swelling up and he it felt like he had gotten hit by a truck. His head hit by a bat. He was more than a little roughed up. Yuuri was severly fucked up.

"Oh yeah now I remember, haha." Sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck he was glad his mother did not know the true story. She always worried too much and hearing about this, Miko would not let Yuuri out of her sight for weeks. And he had baseball practice to go to!

It was then that he noticed Gunter standing by the doorway looking for a way into the conversation. "Ah Yuuri, I am so glad you are okay! I though for surely that -" Gunter did not even bother to finish his sentence. Merely latched onto Yuuri and mumbled apologies.

Shocked by the mans actions Yuuri was speechless for a few seconds, "Oh no its alright! Haha, I just got a little to into it. But don't worry look I'm perfectly fine." Which was partially true. He knew that the physical damage would heal. But his pride took a blow by the beating he received from the blonde hair green eyed pretty boy.

After a few moments of silenced pass Yuuri finally mustered up the courage to ask. "Gunter why am I here?" Everyone knew that Yuuri meant the academy and not the infirmary.

Taken aback by the young double blacks bluntness Gunter was momentarily shocked. "Well, I really think that my office would be a better place to discuss this and with the condition you -"

"Tell me." Yuuri raised his head and stared directly into the other mans eyes. Not asking for an answer but silently demanding it. He was in no mood to play games.

"Well Yuuri, we here at the Royal Academy take great pride in all of our achievements. We have been an established school since the 18th century and want to continue that legacy.

If you look at our history you will find that winning is what we do here. From scholastics to sports we demand excellence. But lately the board of regents has been giving us a push to broaden our horizon." Gunter took a break to let Yuuri collect and sort all of the information that was just presented to him. With a nod he continued, " Well we have already expanded to include other modern day activities, bodybuilding, kickboxing, but something is missing. . . The great American Pass time, Baseball." Eyeing the boy with a caution that the double black did not know the other man possessed he waited to see if Yuuri had any questions. Words did not meet him though. Only a glance to continue explaining.

"We have searched far and wide Yuuri. We even have a staff member who has great experience and so we began to scout. That is how we found you. Your skills are known throughout the town. In short Yuuri. . . We want you to be the captain of our forming baseball team."

The last part blew Yuuri away. Captain! Sure, he had been captain of his recreation league but to be captain of the Royal Academy baseball team? Yuuri was not sure if he had it in him.

Looking at his mother for guidance she just offered a smile. True, she had been pushing it but this really was her little Yuu-chans decision to make. Hopefully he would make the right one.

After several seconds of silence passed they continued to wait. Finally, Yuuri licked his dry lips and cleared his throat. "I'll do it." He would show these arrogant pricks what a real sport was with real sportsmanship. Nothing would hold him back from playing the sport he loved. Even being surrounded by snobs.

Gunter and Miko gushed at the statement both going in to hug him at the same time from opposite sides.

"Oh Yuu-chan I am so proud of you!"

"Thank you so very much Yuuri! I know you will help us reach new heights!"

Yuuri was beginning to have difficulty breathing and started to flare his arms and push off his attackers so he could live another day. They finally got the message when they saw that he began to turn purple from their combined hug. Gunter released Yuuri from his grip but Miko remained latched onto him. At least one was not as bad as two.

"Perfect all I need to do now is set up a meeting with the Student President, Wolfram von Bielefeld."

"Are you serious!"

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Thanks for the reviews yall! Next chapter will have more Yuuram in it I swear! I know right now its mainly focusing on Yuuri but don't worry good ole Wolfy will get his moment in the sun! As always please review and help me get better! :D