Long time no see!
Sorry it took a while for me to update...I made the mistake of watching Hetalia which messed my writing up and then watched Kuroshitsuji II which forced another ongoing fanfiction out of me and unfortunately I have a tendancy to update the one with the most reviews first, so that got priority T^T Gomen Gomen.
But I returned with a decently lengthed chapter so you should forgive me ^^;
Thankyou to all who reviewed so far, your comments make me so happy ^3^ Thank you for your support, I hope it continues.
This chapter has my favourite character in it! ^3^ Can you guess? We'll see ^^;
Warningclaimer: I never Beta and I do not own any characters...OH~ woe is me.
Yuuri sat gazing through the train window on the way to the blonde's house.
It had been three months since he'd last saw him and he found himself wishing they didn't have to meet again.
Well, that wasn't completely true.
They hadn't parted on best terms obviously and in the following days after the infamous kissing, things had been awkward yet quiet and the only thing to happen between them, before the blonde's departure, was that on the night before he had taken some of his blood.
But that in itself was a major problem.
Why? Because Yuuri had been messed up by it.
Just like the time they had combined he had groped the blonde and the blonde had reciprocated by rubbing up against him.
So he was also sleep deprived because for three months now he'd been waking up nightly in a cold sweat following dreams about the blonde not wearing anything and them sharing intimate and from his point of view, frightening acts.
It was all Wolframs fault, for doing that! Because that action was all he could ever think about now. Even his grades had dropped.
Except for French, oh no. Not French, reason? Their blood drinking session had lasted a good hour and without reason to suppress himself, Wolfram had injected him with so much blood he'd managed to gain his ability to be fluent in French.
Try explaining that to the French teacher.
But when he got there he'd have to contend with a family of vampires, despite knowing the language, and because he'd lost the 'challenge' there was no guarantee for his safety.
Fantastic!
But that wasn't all.
Within the three months following the blonde leaving, he'd seen girls.
One of which, intimately, and there was a problem.
He felt no attraction. Not even to the images in magazines he had gotten from his brothers room or that his friends had managed to get their stubby little paws on.
Nothing, he didn't even find it mildly hot.
At least the consolation was he didn't have attraction to guys either, because that would have been a severe kick in the teeth.
But yes, no attraction, it wasn't even like he'd never had attraction to girls before.
He had, pre-Wolfram von Bielefeld.
But now his libido was down to zero that was unless the blonde came into mind. There was no trouble in the way of attraction there, so much so, that his mother got fed up of having to change his sheets due to 'staining' from certain body fluids, so now he had to strip his bed and make it himself.
Early every morning it happened, AKA every morning, to save himself teasing from his older sibling.
That wasn't helping his sleep situation either.
But finally the main problem was the painful feeling of loneliness, even in the company of friends and family he still felt a part of him missing, which had inadvertently made his mood depressive and to quote how Murata had put it.
Spending three hours in a morgue was more fun than spending five minutes with him.
The train ground to a halt and he was dragged from his daze as other students got ready to depart.
An announcement of the stop went across the speaker system in both English and French, but he couldn't understand the slurring of the persons voice to know the stop anyway.
He left the carriage into warm bliss. At least France was warm and dry unlike England was currently with its flood warnings and bitter cold front.
He looked around the mass of people for a blonde mop of hair but found it nowhere, until a random French girl that looked relatively familiar came along and dragged him to where all the British and French students with their families were situated.
Wolfram was sat amongst a great deal of people.
A blonde woman who was incredibly voluptuous yet slim, with the same face, eyes and beauty as the blonde.
He guessed Cheri, Wolfram's mother.
A blonde man with less vibrant hair who just looked pissed off and not impressed, he guessed his father.
Sara, and two other men, who looked nothing like the three blondes sitting by Wolfram.
They didn't even look related to one another.
One with short brown hair and eyes, who looked athletic and around the twenty year old margin and the other with long gray hair and blue eyes, who pulled the same look as 'Wolfram's father', who looked around the thirty year old margin.
Yuuri gulped and gathered his courage before advancing towards the blonde and his posse.
When noticed, Wolfram smiled ever so slightly, Sara beamed, the two unknown men exchanged glances, 'Wolfram's father' blinked then started sizing him up and the woman…
She got up and embraced him in a lung crushing hug, her appendages squashing into him.
"Ahhhhh~! Honey he's so handsome! Just like me you pick so well!" Yuuri heard her shriek in delight.
"Mama please, you're crushing him!" He heard the blonde cry before he was released and the woman said things along the lines of 'why do they always say that?' in French.
"So sorry, I am Cheri, my Honey's mama, this is his Uncle Waltorana, you've already met Sara and these are my other sons Gwendal and Conrart. We have been very much looking forward to meeting you Yuuri." She beamed and shook his hand enthusiastically. "Right boys, we best be off. Gwen, Connie you're with me. Yuuri, Honey and Sara can go with you Walter."
They were sat in the back of a Rolls Royce Phantom.
Yuuri in the middle with the two blondes sitting either side of him and Waltorana driving and every so often glancing at Yuuri through the mirror with cold eyes.
"Is this really the boy you chose Wolfram?" He asked coldly in French as a means to not let Yuuri understand, but he did. "What a waste. We were hoping that you would at least save yourself for another heir of a pureblood family."
He blonde huffed angrily and looked out of the window muttering something intelligible, whilst both Yuuri and Sara shifted uncomfortably, Sara because he was the one truly responsible for the situation and Yuuri because he'd heard something that told him he truthfully, wasn't really welcome.
They arrived at the house….correction, mansion. And Yuuri's suitcase was soon whisked away to a room he didn't know of, and after a brief tour of the only rooms he was allowed in and would use he was left by Cheri, his only real friend it seemed, and Wolfram because Waltorana obviously wanted to berate him some more, to the mercy of Sara and the two other males whom he still didn't understand the presence of.
There was an ominous silent and the room's inhabitants all glanced to each other, until onyx and blue eyes met, and blue eyes snapped.
"What did you do to my little brother?" Gwendal seethed, his hands in fisted and his one eye twitching furiously. 'Conrart' moved across him to prevent a fight to ensue.
"I told you, it was my fault! So leave Yuuri alone!" Sara stated angrily back at him.
"What's done is done, so drop it Gwendal. Wolfram and Mother wouldn't appreciate you tearing him apart." Conrart hissed grabbing the other's shoulders and jostling him furiously.
Yuuri cringed without words for himself. He was seriously in danger now. If only some angel, sent from heaven would swoop down and rescue him from potential decapitation, he would love them eternally! He would never have eyes for another!
Wolfram slammed open the door.
"I've had it! Yuuri you wimp, this is your entire fault! We're leaving. Now!" True to his word the blonde stormed over and grabbed the shocked boy's wrist, tugging him sharply and dragging him out of the room, watched by an even more shocked trio of males who where close to brawling.
As they neared the door, Cheri bustled out of a archway and gave her 'honey' a wad of cash and warned him to be back before the moon was up, which Yuuri considered was apt….for a vampire anyway.
As they exited the residence, Yuuri was called after by the blonde's mother telling him not to let the blonde commit carbicide (the act of eating fatty, 'carb' filled foods in order to try and kill one's self, Meh, I watched Bruno.) or consume any alcohol.
He found it amusing and tittered slightly but that was soon quelled by a purposeful stamp to the foot.
Twenty minutes later found them sat in a café.
Wolfram drowning his sorrows in carb filled, deep fried apple fritters glazed in golden syrup, just like his mother predicted and Yuuri watching whilst trying to eat his own plate of the substance.
How could anyone eat it? It was so sickly it tasted anything but delicious but the blonde was already stealing from his plate.
When the blonde had finished and was about to order another round Yuuri decided to call it quits and dragged him out of the deadly shop.
It was a heart attack waiting to happen.
"I blame you." The blonde mumbled as they walked back up the hill towards the property's gates.
"I blame Sara." Yuuri retorted breathlessly, walking up a hill was far hared than going down one, additionally on a more filled stomach.
"They blame you."
"I figured that one out in the car journey, I'm sorry for how it has affected you." Yuuri bit his lip at the thought, he knew very little but he guessed that because the blonde was combined to him, many of the hierarchy of vampiric families wouldn't see him as a suitor for their own heirs anymore.
"It's nothing to worry about, I'm the youngest so all my family really want is to marry me off to strengthen relations between households, it just put a spanner in the works for them." The blonde ended with amusement clear in his voice and eyes lightened up. Yuuri exhaled through his nose remembering to keep his thoughts under wraps from his prying companion.
"I thought you were depressed by the matter, with all the eating and moping around."
"Not really, just when my uncle has a go, he tends to bring up my father a lot and it's quite a painful subject for me so it's not that pleasant." Wolfram smiled, turning to him, but Yuuri could see pain behind his eyes, "he died when I was ten."
Yuuri felt a weird sensation fill him, as he felt his heart twinge painfully and without thinking he approached the blonde and slid his arms around him pressing them together, so his nose was inset in golden tresses.
"Yuu..Yuuri?" The blonde questioned as the hands on his back pushed him even closer into him "What…?"
"I'm not sure but stop hurting, It's making my insides burn." Yuuri said through gritted teeth until he felt the vice like feeling relieve his chest.
"Hmmm I wonder if it's a symptom of our combination, when one of us is in physical or mental pain the other will feel it." The blonde mused past his ear, slender alabaster hands resting on tan collar bones.
Yuuri breathed out heavily in thought, "is that the same with other emotions, for instance loneliness, like if one of us is lonely the other will be too."
The blonde tensed sharply and they drew away so they were at least half a metre apart, Wolfram holding onto one of the bars with a pained expression on his face but Yuuri didn't feel it this time.
"It's sad that it's become like this, we're no longer a choice but a necessity to each other and now in order to not feel alone, I must suffer the company of a wimp." He smiled before stifling laughter.
"Not a wimp!" Yuuri said as he rolled his eyes and pushed the blonde through the gates, closing them behind.
"You are." Wolfram smirked in amusement watching the other frown.
"How?" It was the blonde's turn to look puzzled.
They entered the house happily and Yuuri noticed as he was lead upstairs that they had been watched by all the other members of the house upon entry, for contrasting reasons he guessed.
Before long they were joined by the blonde's mother who came with a tray of drinks for them.
"Mama, when will dinner be ready?" Wolfram asked gently, it appeared that his kind and sweet side was only truly reserved for his mother, his tone fitting the nickname she had graced him with.
"Within half an hour Honey, has your uncle shown you and Yuuri your bonds yet?" She smiled gently whilst both boys whose attention had been caught looked curiously puzzled. "I guess not, come with me then," She sighed showing irritation but not at them.
They followed her down a mix of corridors and finally entered a cold and dark room containing furniture covered in white sheets. She situated them in front of what appeared to be a covered mirror.
"Right. Yuuri, Honey, if you could hold hands please." She smiled and walked over to the furniture, holding the fabric and waiting for them to do so, Yuuri tentatively told hold of pale and cold fingers.
She gracefully removed the sheet and allowed them to look and blink.
Small metallic trails made of what appeared to be chain links, ribbons and joined letters in an unknown language swirled around their hands at a continuous pace.
"This is what we call a bond, when two people combine this is what ties them together. It's strength is measured by its thickness but even the smallest of gestures can change it for instance.."
She walked across so she was behind Yuuri moving and using her hip to boot him across so he stumbled into the blonde and set his lips onto his.
The bond between them doubled in size and too mesmerised to care both of them watched intently rather than reacting to each other.
"I'll have the mirror placed into your room, dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes so please don't be late." She winked suggestively and exited, leaving two flustered boys gaping at the doorway.
CHERI! ^3^
Heheheh the perfect schemestress!
I should warn you now though, seeing as this is Wolfram's family now. I don't like Conrad. Not one bit so if you were hoping for him to have importance i'm afraid you'll be left disappointed.
He will not get in the way of the Yuuram deliciousness like he does in the anime/manga.
so Conrad lovers...sorry x_x
Reviews are nice!
