Title: My Fake Boyfriend
Chapter 7: His Reason
Written by: Lisse08
Hands on the driving steer, Wolfram stole a sideway glance at his 'boyfriend'. He had a strong urge to ask Yuuri about his meeting with his brother last night but he swallowed it back whenever it came to his lips. The other boy, his palm was supporting his chin, looking out through the window at the trees that were whizzing by, his expressions unreadable. Faltered, emerald eyes focused back on the busy road. His mind was in a total mess.
The trap that he had set up to trick William, it seemed to have backfired on him.
Xxxx WolfYuu xxxX
"Where's our first class?" Wolfram asked.
"Second floor. It's Science," Yuuri pointed towards the stairs, indicating that they should climb up. Groaning, Wolfram followed. He wouldn't care if sciences did bring advantages to their world, making his live easier. All he knew was that he hated science. During exam period, this was the subject that turned his life akin to hell.
"It's not that bad…" Yuuri said as his feet touched the foot of the stairs, the blonde on his left.
"Shhh!" Wolfram hissed. With a fierce jolt, Yuuri felt himself being grasped at his arms. His body wheeled around and found himself within kissing distance with the blonde. He balanced himself, pressing his hands onto the wall while letting his other hand being held as it was in the blonde's. His eyes staring into the deep green orbs, his heart was pumping.
"W..Wo…?"
Wolfram eyed him seriously and mouthed the word that put Yuuri's muscles on hyper-alert rate. Even without looking, he could sense the pair of eyes that was staring dagger at him and were burning a hole at the back of his skull. He shut his eyes, inhaling silently at the close contact with the blonde. However, instead of calming his heart down, he felt adrenaline coursing through his body, the heart racing even faster at the flowery scent of the prince. He tensed.
Wolfram darkened his gaze at William who was walking towards them, his hands on Yuuri was tight. He knew his vital organ was beating until he felt like it would burst, but whether if it was due to his insecure feelings at facing Yuuri or his fear at William, he didn't know. They shared the eye contact, both burning with sheer determination, before William broke it. With one last killing glare at the double black, he smirked, walked pass the couple without a word and took the stairs up. The smirk remained in his head, troubling Wolfram.
Yuuri opened his eyes, more than to avoid staring right into the mesmerizing green eyes than anything else, he directed his gaze ahead at the white wall. He sensed no movement at all behind him, but strangely he could feel the atmosphere lighted almost immediately.
"Is he gone?" Yuuri whispered, looking unnerved.
"Yuuri, stay close to me for the rest of the week. I'm afraid he's up to something."
"I know how to take care of myself."
"Stay with me, alright? I don't want to feel guilty for your injury." His tone was notably firm.
"Fine," Yuuri said briskly and distanced himself from the prince instantaneously. If Wolfram insisted on giving him protections, he wouldn't mind it. He just didn't fancy the idea of being too close to the blonde.
Xxxx MuraKen xxxX
Dropping his bag onto the seat behind, he sunk onto his chair. The numbers were circling in his mind.
38 missed calls! 38!
He had switched off the phone last night. Tired of those disturb, he cut off the connection with the hope of gaining the peace he needed and at the same time, hoping that it would snap off Shinou's determination of getting through to Murata. It had succeeded indeed on the part for his peace.
But, he didn't expect Shinou's persistence has become that great.
Xxxx Wolfyuu xxxX
The moment the classes were over, surprisingly, Yuuri was the one who took the initiative to find him first.
"Are you going home?" Yuuri asked.
"Nope, Kendo club."
"Kendo?"
"I'm a member of it," Wolfram said, putting his last book into his bag. Yuuri raised his brows.
"You are active."
"Didn't I say you know nothing about me?" Wolfram sighed. Transfixed, Yuuri stared at the prince's back. The similar scene evoked his memories from somewhere.
"What do you understand about me? Nothing!"
"Did you happen to learn Kendo to protect yourself… after that incident?" Yuuri whispered.
Stunned, Wolfram stopped his movement. Yuuri slapped his palm over his mouth, realizing that he made another mistake again. Wolfram however, smiled moments later and threw a look at the wimp.
"You could say so," Relief swept over Yuuri. He jogged a few steps forward to be on par with the blonde. Deciding to take the chance when Wolfram was in the good mood, he continued before the topic was changed.
"Conrad is only staying for two months. It's so rare for him to visit, can't you…?"
"Why did you quit baseball?" Wolfram ceased his walking. His clear, calculating eyes moved curiously over to Yuuri.
"Eh? ... I…" Yuuri looked away, loss of words.
"You wouldn't tell me, right? Yuuri, everyone hides their secrets in their heart. There were hurt that they don't wish others to touch. So, please don't talk about it…"
"That's not right," Yuuri protested. "I can tell you about it, but it's only that I will be embarrassed by the reason behind it…" Wolfram's eyes never left him.
"Try me," Yuuri scanned him, finding no marks of sneer or tease. He took a deep breath and decided to split it out.
"When I was back in the high school, a first year student subbed in for a regular player. He missed catching the ball." He stopped. Wolfram strained his ears, listening intently.
"Due to that error, the other team came from behind and we lost. After the game ended, the coach said, "If you can't catch that ball, you should just quit. A kid like you has no qualification to play baseball!" He said it so loud that even the other team heard him." He paused again.
"Then?"
"Then I punched him."
"You… What?!" Wolfram rounded his eyes, his high voice attracted several girls turning at them. Yuuri put his fingers in front of his lips before frantically looked around and smiled sheepishly. Seeing that, Wolfram pulled Yuuri and brought him over to another corner. His minds were now reformulating Yuuri's personalities.
"You did what?" Wolfram questioned again after ensuring that they were alone.
"I punched him," Yuuri repeated. "I told him, "You're the one who doesn't have the qualifications!"" Wolfram gasped.
"Yuuri…"
"I understand if the coach was trying to light a fire under the team. But that was different. I was trying to fill void in my life, so I was really sensitive to that kind of remark." Silence came.
'You did it… for your friend…?' Wolfram thought. He was amazed by that. Of all people, Yuuri was the last person in his mind to have the nerve of hitting a coach. A conclusion came to him. His eyes softened before he knew it.
Yuuri wasn't as wimpy as he thought.
The double black noticed it. He craned his head here and there around the blonde.
"Wolf?"
Wolfram blushed. His heart was hammering when he stared into the wimp's face. He turned away, knowing that the chemical reaction was working again.
"You're really something," Wolfram muttered.
He heard the laugh and smiled internally. He found himself enjoying that laugh more often than ever.
"Then, you…?" Wolfram dropped his smile.
"I still stand on my point, so, I will not talk about it." Wolfram closed his eyes, but he held the image of Yuuri's frowning brows and angered face in his brain. He was correct when he heard him.
"Fine, then, I won't ask again."
Yuuri gave up, this time, for real. Wolfram's stubbornness was eating at ending of his nerves. He was slowly catching the idea that when the prince says 'no', he means 'NO'. Pulling a face, he directed his face away. A shift beside him had him aware that the blonde have started moving again without waiting for him. Panicked, he hastened and picked up his paces, trailing behind him wordlessly. Sulking rather to himself, his hands reached into his pocket.
"I told you everything about my story. And usually, people would response nicely by telling back theirs. You're really a Wagamama-pu (selfish loafer)," Yuuri mumbled softly.
"Did you say something?" Wolfram cried.
"Nothing." the reply was fast. Too fast.
"I heard it! Something about 'pu' or…? What did you say?" Wolfram shouted, turning to face him.
"There! I found you!" A female voice invaded in between their conversation. Wolfram spun around, for the voice was from behind him while Yuuri stretched his neck.
A girl whom Yuuri spotted as Saya stopped them in front. She greeted Wolfram but the person whom she wanted to speak to, was apparently not him but rather his partner. She tilted her head above the prince and smiled abashed when she saw the black hair. Hurriedly, she jogged behind towards Yuuri. Wolfram's emerald eyes flashed sideway with fire burning in the orbs.
"Yuuri… Mr. Adelbert wanted to see you in his office…"
"I…" Yuuri glanced at the blonde, as if seeking for approval. The response was none. Yuuri interpreted that as a good sign.
"I'll be heading there, thanks." She bowed politely before heading off. Yuuri gingerly took a few steps forward, amused to find out that the prince's golden hair leveled with his shoulder. For once, he was glad. He smacked himself internally. Wolfram's height is not his concern!
"Wolf…?"
A huff was heard. Yuuri blinked in surprise.
"See you!"
"?? …" He was still in bewilderment when the blonde sprinted off without further dismissal.
"Are you still angry about that? Really! Wagamama-pu!"
He turned towards his own direction, shaking his head at Wolfram's unpredictable behavior.
Xxxx Yuuri xxxX
He stalled into the building situated opposite their usual classrooms.
"Shibuya!" There was an awfully lots of people who was stopping him today. Annoyed, he turned and found himself face to face with two muscular boys.
"Could you help me get the ladder from the storeroom?"
"Can't you get it yourself? I'm in a hurry," Yuuri said, noting the strength they were displaying on their body.
They raised their brows dangerously, a small move that was enough to send shiver down his spine.
"Um… I'll get it…" He swallowed his unsatisfied grump in his throat and ran east towards the torn-down storeroom.
Xxxx MuraKen xxxX
"What are you doing here?" The boy asked in slight surprise. The blonde was slanting against the school's gate. The emerald eyes flashed towards him grimly. Shinou was quite a resemblance of Wolfram. That was no wonder, because they were relatives. Murata strode over to the man and dragged him by his forearms out from the vicinity. His appearance was attracting a lot of attentions.
"What are you doing here?" Murata repeated. Shinou slackened the grip and looked at the boy teasingly.
"Because you aren't answering my calls, so I come to see you myself, is that wrong?"
Murata's smile surfaced without him knowing about it. He however, was able to control it, for the pain that his boyfriend caused was still there.
"I didn't know you have time for me," Murata said.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I gave all my time to the one I loved," Shinou protested.
"I'm not the one who you should be wasting your time with, go back to your boyfriend," Murata said and turned away.
"My Ken, I apologized for lying to you, but do believe that I love you," Shinou grabbed onto his arm, so that he couldn't leave him like last time.
"I have been talking to him about it ever since we started going out, but you see, he was not willing to break it with me. He went to pub and drank himself to half-death after I told him that, he wouldn't want to resume his normal life and he wouldn't want to take his food too unless I was there. I couldn't take that photo out because of this. I was afraid that he would kill himself. I couldn't leave him like that."
"Aren't you kind?" Murata smiled in his deep sorrow, not wanting to look into his eyes directly because he was scared that he would lose the determination to leave him if he did it. "But your gentleness is breaking my heart."
Xxxx Wolfram xxxX
Nearly everyone in the kendo club noticed the deadly aura that was evolving around the blonde. He was using a strength way above what he was supposed to be, and he didn't go easy on any of his friends when sparring. Wolfram von Bielefeld, even though a second year in their club, had managed to won them a medal in their previous match in the interschool competition. Everyone knew his ability and usually, Wolfram would only use half of his strength when sparring, but not for today. He was going on his full force. His hits were precise, fierce and killing.
And now, that was the fourth one Wolfram had defeated in a row with just two strikes.
"Bielefeld, you should take a rest." The captain advised.
"Rubbish. I'm not tired. I can take more." He tightened his grips around the wood, making other members cringed. He was burning. This anger, he have known it all along when it came. This was the third time. It was Yuuri who caused this anger in him again.
"Bielefeld! Your boyfriend…"
"Yuuri?"
"I just saw him walking into the storeroom where William entered a minute before he did."
Without finishing for his friend to catch his breath, he cursed and threw his stick down onto the floor. It landed in a soft thump. He rushed out in a twinkle of an eye.
Xxxx Yuuri xxxX
The stitches of pain on his side were profound when he perspired to catch his breath, chest heaving. After taking in a lungful of air, he looked up to find the wooden ladder. He marched in further, when all he spotted around him were racks, racks and more racks that were used to store gymnasium and sports materials. He supposed the tools related to building would be stored inside.
Waving his hands in the air as a mechanic fan, he coughed at the dust flying around as he took his steps. His eyes were darting from racks to racks. The high windows were sending shafts of light down upon them. He began to spot heavier tools such as hammers and several more brooms hanging at the corner end. As if silently hinting him over, Yuuri complied and hurried forwards, passing through one rack after another, of those which he was certain that the ladder was in none of those. Until he came to a final haul in front of the rows of brooms. He looked from left to right. And there, he spotted it, the finely lined metallic ladder that perched itself against the wall on his right.
His face brightened at the thought of being able to get out of there early. It was giving him creeps. He took three steps forward until he heard his name being called by a voice that sent spasm in his heart muscles.
"Yuuri! You here? Yuuri!!"
He turned.
Having no idea what Wolfram was doing there, he cleared his throat, wanting to answer his call. But they did not even reach his throat. He heard dimmed whisperings, followed closely by a rattling sound that growled louder and louder in his ears. Alarmed, he turned to the source in time to see three shadows through the gaps between the red pails. Another alarm rang in his brain, as the rattling sound was finally tracked down by him. He raised his head, staring wide-eyed at the rack that was about to crush down upon his body like a helpless tiny ant, unarmed.
"Yuuri!!!"
He was slammed backwards into the ground. Spots of light burst in front of his eyes and for a moment all breathe seemed to have gone from his body. Clutching onto his head, he gritted his teeth and opened his eyes. Mass weight was on him. He shifted a little, shielding his head from the scattered pails as they continued to hit the ground incessantly. Cry of pain that did not belong to him were mixed in the falling sounds. It was like being dumped by a full bucket of ice as he remembered the reason why he turned before everything went out of control, his body went cold.
"Wolf!"
The lithe figure he was holding in his hands, he could clearly feel it now. Tightening the grips onto the squirming blonde, Yuuri twisted his body together with it and forced them both to stumble further into the wall, making sure that he took the upper position when he stopped. With a few more landing beside him and the last pail that hit his back marked its end.
Despite the pain, he remained mobile until he ensured everything was silence. Raising his head, he opened his eyes and looked up. They did not sustain a direct hit from the rack, thanks to its position that was situated at the immediate next to the wall. It was now slanting against the wall. He looked around, to his utter horror, to realize that the pails that had fallen on them were paints. Some of the contents were oozing out, creating the thick, opaque and sticky flow on the floor, the colors unable to be differentiated. His uniform was stained. And so was the one bellow him.
Jolting, he maneuvered himself up to a sitting position, pushing off the pails around and getting closer to the blonde.
"Wolf, are you hurt?"
That was a bad question, he knew. But he had no other question came to his mind as he struggled to get the whimpering blonde up around his torso. He wouldn't need the answer. The scene explained everything. Shocked, he noticed the yellow paint on Wolfram's pale face and some open cut on his cheeks when he stumbled, the blood seeping out from the wounds.
"Oh no…" Anxieties filled him.
He fumbled around his pockets, looking for soft textile that could serve to wipe off the blood. There was none. While fumbling around for it, he felt himself being grabbed on his shoulder. He lifted his eyes into a pair of furious looking green eyes. Wolfram gritted his teeth and swooped. He was unable to react as Wolfram strike his face with open palm the next second.
"Are you nuts?! What the hell do you think you're doing? I really can't take my eyes off you for even one minute!"
Transfixed, he was speechless against the slap Wolfram had issued at his cheek. His cheekbone was burning. Why was Wolfram angry now…?
"Didn't it ever occur to you that this is a trap? You're not only a wimp, you're helpless as well, aren't you? Look at these." Wolfram pointed his trembling fingers at the brooms that were lining in a row nicely on the wall. Yuuri's gaze was unchanged, shocked and unresponsive.
"There are brooms here, brooms," Stressing on the 'S' with a hiss, he averted his fingers towards the ladder that Yuuri had intended to grab. "Why would there be a single ladder being churned in between them?! Where were the other ladders?!"
"I had warned you, didn't I? HOW COULD YOU TRUST PEOPLE SO EASILY?!" Yuuri felt himself shaking at the high decibel voice as Wolfram roared his last words. The wall was deflecting each word back to his ears clearly before it diminished to an eerie silence. Heavy breathing was heard and it soon turned shallow.
The expressionless gaze was ignited at the tears that were forming in the blonde's eyes.
Xxxx ShinouMura xxxX
"You still love me, don't you?" Murata's spirit was shaken deeply by the question. His eyes gazed at the sinking sun ahead of him, unable to make any move. That was so unfair. He groaned inwardly.
Shinou sensed less resisting like before. Knowing that he must have grasped on the weak point, he continued.
"Give me some more time, I promise you I will break off with him completely."
"If it was because of me, then, you wouldn't need to do so. I don't like the fact that I'm the one who hurt your boyfriend's feelings." Murata turned back finally, the gaze fell upon those emerald eyes. Just like he thought, the yellowish-red sun was illuminating his boyfriend's hair, bringing out the charming prince's smile.
"No, it was not you. You must know that he was the one who was with me through my darkest time in my life. I was in debt with him, all that left with for him was only my sympathy. There was no love. My love is for you." He was falling into it again. The binding spell set by the prince. This time, it undid him completely. His hammering heart beat was growing whereas his power earlier was lessening along with the hands that had pulled him closer to his boyfriend.
Xxxx Yuuram xxxX
"Does it hurt…?" Even though unable to comprehend the reason behind the anger, Yuuri brought his hands up to the dirty face. He found himself unable to breathe the next second. The wind gushed through in his ears, mixed with the fragrant that he had missed. He blinked to see the golden blonde's hair down, the weight on his chest. Wolfram had flung himself onto Yuuri, his hands locking around his neck.
"I'm glad I got here in time..."
The strange penetrating shiver transmitted in Yuuri's spine, feeling as if he was experiencing December cold.
The meaning behind all these explosive anger, as it hit his logical brain at an extreme slow rate, Yuuri's heart lightened too. This time alone, Yuuri understands and tolerates the selfishness of the blonde, even the pain of slap that was still lingering on his cheek. He smiled, 'let that be a payback for slapping him last time. We're equal.' Warmness was forming in pool in his heart, slowly defrosting the cold earlier. He embraced the blonde as close as possible, offering comfort, for that was what he deserved.
"Thank you, Wolf. I'm sorry for…"
Because,
All the while before and when Wolfram was seeking for him in the storeroom,
Wolfram must have…
"… getting you worried sick about me."
Xxxx ShinouMura xxxX
"Why did it always end up like this?" Murata joked, crashing into his boyfriend's embrace.
"Because you can never from escape me," Shinou answered. His hands were stroking the double black's locks. He was glad to be able to repossess his belonging.
"Guess so… But there's still one thing that I need to do." Murata said solemnly.
Shinou let go of the double black to have a clearer look of what he meant. Murata's intense stare was at him. The next thing he sensed, there was a sharp staking pain on his nose. He yelped.
"What was that for?" Shinou shouted, wiping off the smear of blood that was trailing down with the back of his hand. He blinked back at the reddish copper liquid as if it was the first time he had seen it before looking back at the bespectacled boy.
"Now, I felt better." Murata chuckled.
There was a silence between them, Murata stole a peek at the prince from the corner of his eyes. Seeing the blonde being absorbed in his own shock and realization, he laughed again.
"You brat," Shinou commented and hooked the teenager into his arms.
"I thought I had gone really easy on you. That kind of mistake should have deserved more than just a punch."
"I know. I'm sorry. I'll make it up for you."
"Wish I was the one with you back then," Murata laughed softly.
"You're with me now." He lifted the boy's chin up and intended to plant a soft kiss on his lips. But Murata pushed at his chest, refusing to receive it. Shinou blinked back in dismay. Murata met his gaze and grimaced.
"You're not having any of them until I forgive you."
'Translation, until I had ended my other relationship.' Shinou thought. He shook his head, bemused. Snuggling his lover in deeper to his chest instead, he smiled and rested his head on Murata's.
"Sorry… and thanks for not saying anything about 'breaking up with me'…"
…TBC…
A/N I still feel a little bit strange about ShinouMura but since I started it, there's no turning back. And well, I have reasons for writing this couple. You'll know why in future. Hope you enjoy this chapter
Next chapter… His Mischievousness
A class trip… A wimp leader… And a camera??