AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for the long delay. I had the rough sketch out but the minor details were taking a lot of time to piece in. And now, my com is irritating me... Sighhhh... anyway, i remember my debts ok! i owe you guys 2 uploads for June and 2 for July.
This is the first out of the 4 :)
Hope you like it. The more reviews i see, the more tempted i will be to update this fic, and not some other fic :P
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CHAPTER 7: FASHION PARADE
Yuuri sighed as Murata hurried him into Shinou's room to take a bath. Wolfram was still using the shower in his room. Shinou was on the bed, bare-chested and the lower half of his body was covered with the white comforter. He was on the phone with someone. He seemed to be annoyed and tired. Yuuri could barely glance at him before he was shoved into the bathroom. Murata closed the door after saying, "Just bathe, we are going to be late." Murata liked to be early, especially to grand events. He liked to see everyone entering the hall, while he stood at a deserted corner. He liked to be an observer not a participator. Yuuri mused quietly as he undressed. He slowly unbuttoned the comfy, silk pajamas. He dumped his clothes; shirt, pants and underwear, unceremoniously on the closed toilet seat. He then stepped into the shower area, closed the shower curtain and turned the tap. He was met with freezing cold water.
He started thinking. He thought about the five models that he had met. He really liked them. His favorite would definitely be Wolfram. The blonde who was arrogant, cocky, and annoying. The teen was condescending and teased him mercilessly. But there was something about the cute blonde that intrigued Yuuri. And the fear in his eyes when he suspected that Yuuri might have done something to him. He was intriguing all right. Yuuri heard soft murmurs from the room. The soft voices were slowly becoming louder. He quickly showered, trying to hear what was happening. He was worried about Murata. His best friend might act sagely, but sometimes, he too needed help.
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Murata pushed the young director into the shower. He had taken his shower while Yuuri had caught up on extra sleep. He waited till the sound of the shower started before whirling on Shinou. Shinou smiled apologetically at him as he tried to placate the person on the phone. "Meg, I know. When I am single and available, you will be the first to know. Don't worry, no. I will not tell Selena. Yes, yes. I will call you. Yes I have your number. ... Ok. Bye, Meg." Shinou finally finished the call, and looked at his dark haired lover. Murata would not meet his gaze. "Ken," he called tentatively. He hoped his lover had not heard the conversation. "You heard?" Murata just nodded his head, not knowing what to say. "I didn't mean a word I said to her. You know that. I love you, and only you, Ken, baby." Shinou got out from under the comfortable covers of the bed, and approached Murata. Murata hid his true reaction behind a façade hastily, just as Shinou tilted his head up, pulling off his round spectacles from his face. Shinou met blank black eyes. Shinou cursed. His lover had never showed him that blank look before. He had seen others receive it, but he had never been on the receiving end before. He had hurt Murata; and Murata did not trust him enough to show how much pain he was going through.
After a few moments of silence, Murata broke the silence. "Who was that?" he asked quietly, not even trying to make his tone light. "Meg, Margaret. My ex," Shinou answered nonchalantly. "You are still talking to her?" Murata asked, allowing some of the hurt he felt to seep into his voice. Shinou frowned at the tone. "No way! She called me. I would never betray you baby. Not when I love you so much." Shinou said trying to catch Murata's eye. Murata ignored him, and stepped away from Shinou. He walked towards the bed, and sat on it. He gazed at his clasped hands on his lap, took a deep breath and asked, "When are you going to call her?" "What?" Shinou asked bewildered. "You promised her that you would call her first, didn't you?" Murata's voice was near breaking. His facade was almost torn.
Shinou took a slow step towards his beloved. "Let's just break up. Your friendscan't wait for that day. There seems to be a long queue of people waiting for you to be free." Murata had tears in the corner of his eyes. Shinou couldn't take it anymore. He walked towards Murata and hugged him. "Ken, baby, I love you and only you. What I said to that girl, was just words. I didn't put my heart or soul into it. The only time I mean what I say is when I am speaking to you. Ken, I love you. Believe me, please." Shinou said, hugging Murata to his chest. He suddenly realized that the younger boy was breathing heavily. He leant back to gaze into Murata's face. What he saw broke his heart.
Tears were silently streaming down his face. Shinou gently wiped them away, then kissed Murata's left cheek. Shinou sat beside Murata then pulled his head onto his shoulder. "I am deleting her number. I am changing my number too. Ken, you are the only one I need. This is the first time I am changing my number, and this is just for you. Please baby, don't leave me." Shinou murmured into Murata's hair. He kissed Murata's head. Murata buried his face into Shinou's shoulder. "Ok. I won't leave. Just don't talk to them anymore. And your words were quite hurtful. It seemed like you were just playing with me," Murata said softly, his voice clogged up.
The door to the bathroom opened. Yuuri stood there dripping wet and a navy blue towel was tied low on his hips. Shinou whistled appreciatively, earning a heated glare from Murata, who had stealthily wiped his face. "Erm.. My clothes, Murata?" Yuuri asked, face turning pink from Shinou's reaction to his toned body. Murata jumped up quickly, mumbled a few words, grabbed his spectacles from Shinou and dashed out.
Yuuri stared at the haphazardly closed door. Murata had escaped quickly. Yuuri turned to look at Shinou slowly, his look turning serious. "Don't hurt him. He might act like he is ok with it, but that is just the way he is. He doesn't show everything that he feels. He is my best friend, and I will kill you if you dare to hurt him." Shinou was startled by the bubbly boy's bout of seriousness. Shinou let out a small sigh. "I don't care if you believe me or not, but just know this. I love Ken too much to hurt him in anyway."
Yuuri nodded slightly, feeling awkward. A few minutes later, Murata came back with some black clothing in his hands. Murata pressed the clothes into Yuuri's hand and pushed him back into the toilet to change. Once Yuuri closed the door, Murata walked to Shinou. "I am going to give you one more chance. I am going to trust you. I don't want you talking to those friendsanymore." Murata whispered, while standing in front of Shinou. Shinou nodded mutely, a smile growing on his face as he registered what his beloved had just told him. He threw himself onto the slightly shorter bespectacled boy, hugging him tightly.
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"I thought you said a car was going to pick us up?" Yuuri shouted as his eyes saw a black limousine. It was not spectacularly long, but a limousine was a limousine. The two boys, clad fully in black had rushed out of the house after Yuuri had changed. Shori had arrived and was waiting to pick them up. One of the doors opened and Shori beckoned the teenagers into the sleek car. "We are going to be late, if you don't hurry up Yuuri," Shori said gruffly. The two boys hastened towards the car. The minute Yuuri was in the car and the car had sped off towards its destination, Shori properly greeted his younger brother with a tight hug. "Shori!" Yuuri whined, trying to escape from his brother. Murata chuckled, and a few moments later, Shori had let go of Yuuri and all three had started discussing seriously. Yuuri and Murata shared their views about the models of The Great Demon Kingdom. Shori listened quietly. "Oh, by the way, Shibuya, the show we are going to is very important. You know Blood Pledge Castle is holding this fashion show right?" Murata asked Yuuri. Yuuri nodded, wondering where Murata was going with this. "Well, Blood Pledge Castle is now branching out into female clothing. This show is to highlight this event." Yuuri nodded in understanding. The car soon stopped outside a tall building.
Yuuri exited the limo. Murata followed behind, after thanking the driver and giving him instructions on what to do. Shori had gotten out through the other door and both brothers stood at the entrance of the large building, waiting for Murata. The trio entered the large reception area. The three men were dressed in black to show unity and the clothes that were sold by Shin Makoku. Murata was in a black turtleneck and tight black jeans. Yuuri was in a plain, black sleeveless hoodie, and black slim fit jeans that looked perfect on him. Shori was in a black long sleeved button up shirt and boot cut jeans. The three looked dashing and captured many women's and some men's hearts as they crossed across the reception area to the lift lobby to take a lift to the twelfth floor where the fashion parade was being held.
The lift doors 'ping'-ed as they opened to the twelfth floor. A humongous ballroom decorated with red and gold satin greeted their eyes. They immediately spotted their friend and Vice-President of Blood Pledge Castle among several bigwigs. They were engaged in a discussion that seemed to be boring the green-haired woman. Murata discreetly placed a call, and when he was done, Gisela was striding towards them with a smile on her pretty face. She shook hands with all of them, and hugged Yuuri. She had become fond of the kind hearted boy during his stint at Blood Pledge Castle. The group headed to the buffet table intending to get a drink and inquired over the hostess of the day.
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Yuuri stared in wonder as he looked around the brightly lit room. He had been talking to Gisela, and had ignored the tasteful decorations earlier. Murata chuckled in amusement, past worries forgotten at the moment. Yuuri stood in the centre of the ballroom, looking around at the grandeur of the place. Gisela was a perfectionist, and had definitely ensured that everything was perfect. Suddenly, Yuuri felt himself toppling to the carpeted floor. He had tripped over his untied shoe laces.
He looked up, dazed when a pale hand was stretched towards him. Yuuri spotted long pale yellow hair. He blinked twice. He looked into round purple glasses. "Are you ok?" the blonde asked. Yuuri placed his hand into the other's and got up quickly. He looked his helper up and down. Long blonde hair that was unrestrained, purple glasses that hid, greenish-yellow eyes, and a smile greeted Yuuri. The naïve, black haired boy, quickly stammered out a 'yes'. The blonde who was dressed in white pants, white overcoat and a dark pink short coat, said, "That's great." Yuuri noticed his brother and best friend approaching him, so he quickly asked, "I am Yuuri Shibuya, what's your name?" The blonde smiled serenely and answered, "Sara. My name is Sara."
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