This chapter is here because of my beloved little sister. Let's all give her a big round of applause!
I almost can't believe how long it's been. Who even remember's this story?
I'm thanking everyone who bothered to even glance at this story, it makes me happy.
If you like this chapter, you can thank my sister, she wrote almost everything.
If there was one thing Wolfram would cry for, it was ice cream. But because he was Wolfram, his cry was not a one or two shed tears cry, it wasn't a silent grieving cry that mature adults would do, and it most definitely wasn't a sob, Wolfram von Bielefeld doesn't sob. No, he did much worse. He wailed, he wailed a wail so loud, so annoyingly loud, that his mother would give him anything to shut him up. The moment he was offered something else that he liked, his wailing stopped and he calmly stated his desire. From then on, the maids, the butlers, the tutors and the unlucky guests who had the chance to hear him wail, have called him Little Lord Brat. Most who have heard his wail has said that this is an appropriate name, his brother Gwendal thought that I would ruin him later in life, and his mother thought it was cute.
That's why she banned all ice cream from the house.
This meant no ice cream cake, no popsicles, no ice cream candy bars, not even frozen juice was allowed. Actually, any dairy product or juice that has been frozen must be immediately melted before Wolfram finds it, or whoever so much as touched the container would either be fired or have a year's salary burnt before their eyes, depending how much you were liked in the house. All hell broke loose when Cecile's favorite wine collection was frozen.
Now, this little tale has been done and passed and has little to nothing to do with the story, so why is it here? Because this story is the same story Conrad told his father when Wolfram had continued to wail for the last 5 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes and 33 seconds and counting. Conrad and his father have not slept for days; Wolfram wailed even in his sleep, it was amazing! Or it would be if it didn't keep them up.
"So what you're saying is that Wolfram will shut up if we give him something he wants?" Dunheely's drowsy yet desperate self asked his son.
Conrad rolled his eyes at his father, this is actually the fifth time he told his father the story. It seems that the story didn't really matter until his father's almost new wife Abigail tried and failed to yell louder than Wolfram while she and Dunheely were… doing the naked human horse back ride. Let's just say that she left unsatisfied and possibly mute.
"No, he'll only shut up if you give him a lap dance in the leopard bikini you stole from mother." Conrad glared at his father for the 2,713 time today.
Let's also say that the lack of sleep has mad Conrad very… cranky.
Dunheely cringed at the horrible imagery his son just gave him, but the only thing worse than that is Wolfram's wailing.
"Okay, I'll just—"
"I was joking, father. No one wants to see that." Conrad glared at his father again, folding his arms and walking away, silently hoping that the wailing wasn't so loud in the bathroom.
Dunheely sighed and looked up the stairs where his still wailing son wails in his new room. At first, Dunheely thought nothing of Wolfram's wailings because Conrad had similar wailings as a toddler as well. He thought Wolfram would be over it five days ago! But now that Wolfram wasn't, Dunheely had to find something to offer him in order to shut him up, but what do you offer someone who has already had everything? Dunheely walks slowly upstairs, feeling his ears bleed as Wolfram's wails get louder with every step. When he gets to Wolfram's room, he doesn't bother to knock because Wolfram probably can't hear it and if he can then he will ignore it. He opens the door immediately wishes that he brought Conrad along.
"Wolfram, before I say the words I know you want to hear, can you please just STOP WAILING ALREADY!" Dunheely tries to talk to him, but even he knows it's useless, even if he yells.
Wolfram looked horrible, and for someone as beautiful as him, that's another way of saying the world is about to end. For most people, it means this: You won't believe it until you see it yourself. His golden blond hair has dulled without any sunlight, his face is red and puffy from crying, and his clothes that he never changed out of are wrinkled. It was a sad sight for one so proud as Wolfram. Dunheely could not let this go on any further. With a sigh, he possibly signed his life and freedom away with his next words.
"Wolfram, is there anything else that you want instead of the ice cream?"
The wailing stopped.
The house was blissfully silent save for Conrad yelling, "Finally!" from the bathroom. Dunheely was about to yell in agreement with his son, until Wolfram held a small stack of papers out to Dunheely with a calm expression. Dunheely took it and looked over it, seeing pictures of a building, people, children, and names and numbers.
"What is this?" Dunheely asked Wolfram.
"That is what I want." Wolfram said with proud and determined look on his face.
Dunheely looked through the packet again, finally finding a name of the building in the back few pages.
"You want Harajuku Elementary?" Dunheely raised an eyebrow at Wolfram, what would a child want with a school?
Wolfram scoffed at him, or tried to, "I want to go to Harajuku Elementary."
Dunheely's other eyebrow shot up to meet his other one, "But weren't you home schooled? Why would you want to go to a school for kids? We could easily put you into middle school if you wanted to have a challenging education."
Wolfram rolled his eyes; if he wanted a 'challenging education' then he would go to high school or college. He's already on geometry in math and his reading level is that of a 12th grader. But his goal in school wasn't to learn. No, his goal was much more beautiful, especially his goal's smile. No smile should be that perfect, at least not towards him, and yet it was, so it shall be his!
"A simple minded, perverted fool like you wouldn't understand my reasoning."
Wolfram walked to his closet and prepared to get undress and take a shower when he noticed that Dunheely was still in his room.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Enroll me into that school; I want to be there first thing tomorrow. Oh, and don't forget to mention my name, the lady in the front office likes me."
With that, Wolfram started undressing and Dunheely took that as his sign to leave, too shocked to believe the little boy, but not shocked enough for him to just stand there looking at Wolfram undress like a pedophile. Dunheely cringed again as he was unwilling reminded of his son's 'joke' earlier. He would have to teach him how to make better jokes, but after some well deserved sleep. Conrad could deal with Wolfram if he needed anything.
However, like father like son, Conrad had the same thoughts, believing his father would take care of Wolfram while he took a nice long nap.
So while both Conrad and Dunheely were asleep, Wolfram took it upon himself to see what food they have in the refrigerator. Guess what he found in the freezer? Chocolate ice cream, Wolfram found a brand new pint of chocolate ice cream. Wolfram smirked; he could see a new cell phone coming into his future.
Three hours, two cell phones and a screaming Conrad later, Wolfram got the cell phone he wanted, Conrad got the sleep he wanted and Dunheely was crying over how much money it cost for the family happiness he wanted. After Wolfram had 'accidentally' spilled Conrad's ice cream, he began wailing again, which woke Conrad and Dunheely up, which caused Conrad to scream and almost beat Wolfram up. When Wolfram expressed his desire for a cell phone, Conrad demanded that he get one first. He was, after all, the oldest and he was asking for one way longer. Had Dunheely refused Conrad, then he would be refusing Wolfram, and the wailing would begin again.
Dunheely sighed as all of his hard earned money was spent on cell phones and all the ice cream in the house had to be disposed of. He would miss his Rocky Road Mondays. But he could worry about that later, now he had to worry about getting Wolfram to leave him alone.
"Call the school now." Wolfram demanded again.
Dunheely rubbed his temples and unsuccessfully tried to will away his headache. He was trying to be nice to the boy. He just left his mother and brother and all he knew to be with them, so he should at least be nice to the boy so he doesn't regret his decision. Yet as every minute ticks by and Wolfram demands Dunheely to call the school, his patience was growing thin.
"I'll call them in the morning, Wolfram. It's almost 7:00 p.m., I doubt anyone is there right now." Dunheely tried to explain, but Wolfram puffed his cheeks and demanded again.
Dunheely sighed and once again wished that Conrad was here, but he knows the consequences of waking his son, especially after not having slept for so long. But he was running out of options. He walked away from Wolfram, only to have Wolfram follow him. He went to the bathroom, only to have Wolfram outside the door. He even tried listening to music, big mistake. Wolfram went to Conrad and Conrad confiscated his music, nearly breaking it in his anger from being woken up. Ignoring the boy was impossible, and he was trying really hard not to yell at the boy.
"I don't care! I want to be at that school by tomorrow. We've wasted enough time as it is. So call them!"
Dunheely mentally cried, why was Wolfram being such a brat?
"Fine, I'll call—"
"Hello, this is Harajuku Elementary. How may I help you this evening?"
That was the sound of Wolfram shoving his new phone in Dunheely's face so he could answer the lady. He already dialed the number to the school for Dunheely and was just waiting for the right moment to press the talk button. Wolfram knew he won the moment Dunheely sighed.
Wolfram sat in his room again after convincing Conrad's father to call the school. Now that he was positive that he was going to the school, now was time for the next part of his plan.
Wolfram was no fool, he knew the moment he told Conrad's father that he wanted to go to a different school than the one he choose, he would immediately say no. He knew from the moment Conrad and his father found him again in the mall. But he wanted to see Yuuri again, so he would give anything to be at that school. But then he got distracted by ice cream. It truly had been too long since he last had it, and he enjoyed every minute of it. Until Conrad's father slammed the brakes and the car jerked and the ice cream fell out of his hands and onto the car floor. It was such a sad sight that he wanted to cry.
Then he thought, 'That's it! That's brilliant! I'll become Little Lord Brat again.'
And so he cried, but he soon escalated it into a scream, then morphed it into a wail. It was perfect, he knew that Conrad and his father couldn't last long under his wails, his mother couldn't. What he didn't count on was for it to go on for six days! But in the end, he got the results he wanted; he finally gets to go to the same school as Yuuri. He couldn't stop smiling at the thought of being with Yuuri again. Had he have been like this with anyone else, he would have laughed or been disgusted with himself. But he was like this for Yuuri, so it was different, so it was okay.
He even got a new cell phone, so it's even better!
He already put in Yuuri's phone number in it, and all he had to do was press the call button and complete phase two of his plans: Call Yuuri and tell her the good news. This was suppose to be the easy part of the plan, and yet… he couldn't seem to do it,
"What is wrong with me? Just call her!" he scolded himself.
But as he continued to glare at his thumb as it rested on the call button, he remembered her. He remembered how beautiful her smile was, how angelic her voice was, how amazing her kiss was. The more he thought f her, the harder it was to press that damn button that will allow him to hear her voice again. After minutes passed he finally tossed his new phone on the bed in frustration. He couldn't do it. He, Wolfram von Bielefeld, was a coward when it came to a little girl, how humiliating! To save what little pride he had left after this week, he vowed that he would call her tomorrow… or maybe not.
"Why is this so frustrating? She waited a whole week for me, she can wait a few more days!" Wolfram yelled to the room, ignoring the muffled 'shut up' from Conrad.
Wolfram looked at his new phone again and realized he couldn't do that either. He made her wait too long, and what kind of man was he to make her wait anymore?
"I know; I'll surprise her at school! That's even better than a phone call. I'll be able to see her beautiful smile as I walk inside the school. She'll be so happy to see me she'll instantly forgive me!"
Wolfram went to bed with a smile on his face and a plan in his head, he couldn't wait for school!
Thank you all for your wonderful reviews.
Hopefully I can get back to writing these chapters myself, but for the time being my little sister will be helping me.
It was either that or stop the story all together.
But I love this story too much, so this is the result!
I give up on giving myself a deadline, it just doesn't work.
But my goal is to have the next chapter before halfway through December.
Wish me luck! :)
