Title: My Fake Boyfriend
Chapter 8: His Mischievousness
Written by: Lisse08
"Lucky it wasn't a direct hit, so the injuries weren't serious," the purple-haired woman who had her hair braided behind her back said as she finished cleaning the blonde's face and tending to several more cuts on his right hand. Wolfram snorted from the sharp odor of the disinfectants that filled the infirmary room. After brushing off the sleeves back down to its original length which he had rolled up minutes before for examination, he looked around to see Gisela coming back to him.
"Though there're going to be bruises, you must expect those for the next few weeks on your limbs and your back." She offered him small white container. Wolfram took it with a soft mumble of thanks.
"Dab that on the bruises two times a day, it will hasten the healing." Yuuri who was standing beside smiled with relief.
"I'm not going to die from that, wimp." Wolfram said and flashed an annoying look at him. If it was not because Wolfram was sitting on the school's clinic's bed, Yuuri would have gladly laughed. But, he didn't.
"I'm not a wimp." Wolfram huffed and made no further remarks.
"Thanks, Gisela san." Yuuri thanked the girl who smiled and was repacking the bottles of iodine back into the kits.
"Wait." Wolfram voiced.
"Why?" Yuuri asked, wondering if there were still any untended wounds. The prince's eyes hardened.
"Gisela, check him." His heart particularly leapt out when Wolfram shot his forefinger into his face.
"Me…? I'm…" Wolfram cut across him.
"I didn't forget the one who was hit by the remaining pails. I know you got hit. I felt you jerked." The boy's eyes softened, the usual fierce green gleam were gone, his lips twisted into a tender smile that, Yuuri held his breathe in shock, resembled a lot as Conrad's.
Xxxx Yuuram xxxX
"I told you it's no big deal," Yuuri laughed after Gisela discharged them both. Yuuri received only bruises on his back, there were no damage to any part of his vital organ, luckily. There was no extra uniform for change, but they managed to clean off the paint a little by repeatedly rubbing the spots with clean water. They were now walking out from the building, the sun hiding itself behind the hills at the other side, stretching their shadows long. Yuuri glanced at his boyfriend's bandaged arms before casting him a worried look.
"Wolf, do you want me to call my brother to pick us up instead? I mean…" Picking up the meaning behind the words as he followed his gaze, Wolfram turned away. He didn't want to admit weakness, but with the bruises that he had had on his back and legs, his muscles were sour and the cuts on his arms were indeed still stitching with light pain every moment. It would intensify if he did sudden or aggressive movement or both. Judging on this, he was scared of getting Yuuri into an accident if he lost focus on the road. Clenching his teeth, he nodded.
Xxxx Yuuram xxxX
Shori Shibuya arrived at the school's gate several minutes later with his car. As Yuuri jogged towards his brother with Wolfram lagging behind, his heart was thumping at the explosive look of his brother.
"What the heck!? What happened?" Shori exclaimed at the mess his brother was in.
"I'll explain later, Shori." He turned towards his 'boyfriend' who had reached his side.
"I demand to know what happened, Yuu-chan, and call me oniichan!"
"Shori, I'm alright." Yuuri smiled and nodded towards Wolfram.
"I need you to send him home first before we go back."
His brother frowned and peered at the blonde through his spectacles, his eyes squirming as he neared his face.
"Who are you?" He asked boldly.
"I'm Wolfram, Yuuri's boyfriend!" Wolfram snapped. Yuuri inserted his finger into his ears respectively so that they functioned temporarily as earplugs. He braced himself for the impeding thunderous voice. He watched as his brother's face transformed into the shock expression.
"Yuu-chan! How old are you? You're supposed to be concentrating on your studies. You're too young to get yourself a boy—Bo… Boy… Booy…" Yuuri raised his brows. It impressed him how slow Shori is to realize that Wolfram doesn't have boobs. "B—BOY-BOYFRIEND?!" He pointed at the blonde's face.
"Shori…"
"NO way! Yuu-chan…" His brother wailed. "How could you?"
"Shori," Shori would be nagging for the whole day and they might never be to make it home. But there seemed no way to stop it, Shori started it again.
"I won't allow this. Yuu-chan! You can't be serious, can you?! This is the most…"
Exasperated, Yuuri took in deep breaths and shouted.
"SHORI! Wolfram's tired and he needs rest. If you're not going to stop interrogating, then I'll drive!!" Wolfram jumped at the unusual outburst of the double black.
"Yuu-chan! I won't let you handle my car." His brother did not take any anger of Yuuri's personally.
"Then, shut up and drive." Yuuri mumbled and turned towards Wolfram. Without waiting for a word or command, Yuuri reached out for the blonde's bag. Wolfram let him.
"Sir, sir, is that your car?" The voice caught their attention. It was from the school guard. He pointed towards the single car in the car park which belonged to Wolfram.
"It's mine," Wolfram answered.
"Sorry, but you can't leave it here overnight. No one will be patrolling this school after ten. We'll not be responsible if your car is stolen," He said strictly.
The two teenagers exchanged worried look and Wolfram complied.
"I will drive it. You can leave with your brother."
"I can't do let you do that, Wolf."
"I can't leave my car here."
"Get someone else to drive it back." Yuuri argued. Despite the injuries, Wolfram instinctively moved his hands and rested them on his hips, the significant display of his anger.
"Who is that someone?"
Yuuri glanced from the blonde to his brother before to himself, realizing that neither of them could be that 'someone'. Even if he did know his mistakes, he didn't show it in any obvious way. His face was still hard and determined. Yuuri grabbed onto the bag of Wolfram and threw it into the seat behind his brother's car in a swift motion.
"Anyone, you're coming with me and no argue."
"Yuuri!"
"That's final."
"Why are you so stubborn?" Wolfram shouted as the boy slammed the car door shut. Spark of black gleams danced towards the prince.
"Same reason as yours too when you wanted me to stay with you!" The prince looked unnerved at Yuuri, blinking in a mixture of mild shock and amazement as the words sank into his conscious mind inch by inch. It was bringing back some scenes in him as they went deeper and deeper.
"Stay with me, alright? I don't want to feel guilty for your injury."
Warmth embraced his body and the fire from before distinguished as suddenly as it came.
"Do as you wish." Wolfram mumbled and looked away, suppressing the spread of his lips from going any wider.
Few moments later when the reality took over, he was troubled. Yuuri had left him in a tight spot. Who will be that 'someone'?!
He bit his fingernail, thinking. Gwendal who was working as a lawyer late into night undoubtedly was out of question. His mother…? He sighed. His mother didn't know how to drive. It was always her personal driver who took her everywhere for her convenience.
So all that left was…
He nibbled harder. How could he say this…? It was really better to drive himself, he could just bear with it all and… His eyes scanned towards his personal belonging that was secured in the car, out of bound.
'NO.' He vowed silently and took out his phone. He was not going to call him. He had one last resort, Shinou, the distant cousin of his.
There was a long waiting tune before the receiver finally picked it up.
"Shinou?"
Xxxx ShinouMura xxxx Yuuram xxxX
"I'm not blind, Shinou," Murata warned without really looking at his respondent. Out of the corner of his eyes, he had sensed the prince edging towards his cheek. Shinou shrugged and raised his hands in defeat.
"Fine," He sighed and retreated to his position. Murata took in the controller and switched off the channel that was showing a lustful, lecherous yaoi sex scene. He knew Shinou was sulking, but he wouldn't care. He needed to understand he was not the kind of guy who forgave easily.
While the next channel showed up a baseball match, Murata stopped tuning. The whole room was filled only with the commentary's voice and cheering of the audience until the phone alerted them. Even though dying to know who the caller was, Murata pretended not to show it.
Shinou chuckled in silence. He grabbed up the phone and showed the vibrating phone into the double black's view. Murata backed away in surprise.
"It's Wolfram."
"I don't recall signing up to be your mother or guard, just pick it up."
"I want to ensure you about it. I'm serious about what I said."
"I don't think it's wise to let him wait."
"Yes. Mother." Shinou added and winked at the glare.
"Shinou?" His cousin's voice reached his ears.
"That was rare of you to call me, Wolfram. Is there anything wrong?"
"I need some help here… My car… I couldn't drive and I need…"
Murata frowned when Shinou's snatched up the controller on the sofa without warning. The prince wasn't concentrating on his phone. That was obvious, he switched the channel… back to the sex scene. Murata nearly shouted in furious.
Shinou, smirking, increased the volume to the loudest. Murata felt blood gushing up to his cheek as the moaning filled the entire room.
Wolfram strained his ears, his face turning red at the recognizable sound.
"…Are you busy?" He stammered.
"What do you think?" Shinou laughed into the phone. Another 'ah…' that was encouraging a nice amount of blood flowing to his groin followed.
"N… N…. Never mind, then. I'll solve this myself." Wolfram said hurriedly and hung it up. His heart was beating like crazy.
Xxxx ShinouMura xxxX
"What is that for?" Murata raised his voice over the moans that were shaking every particle of his soul. If switching those channels against his will wasn't enough for him, Shinou was making something even more pissing. He was enjoying the scene!
"Give the controller back. This channel was supposed to be locked!" Murata protested again.
"But you didn't lock it." The green eyes tracked him down.
More blood gushed up. Murata thought he was having fever.
Shinou crawled over on the comfort cushion, nearing him. Murata wasn't moving. His eyes were merely following the blonde. Tensed, Shinou's hands reached out behind and touched his nape.
"The truth is, you want it." Shinou said firmly and pecked softly on the double black's lips. Resisting a little at first, his heart melted as Shinou deepened the kiss. Eventually, he replied the kisses.
Murata's head lolled back and hit against the armrest lightly when the prince smooched down his neck. His hands were fidgeting on his school uniform.
"Um…" A moan left Murata's lips.
Xxxxx (A/N No. I'm not writing any sex scene for now…)
Xxxx Yuuram xxxX
Yuuri noticed the unexplainable redness on the blonde's cheek.
"What's wrong?"
'WHO is that boyfriend of Shinou?!' he shook his head to clear off the imaginary scenes with hard determination. 'Without Shinou, all that left is…'
He shifted towards his 'boyfriend'. Yuuri stared back at the masked worried in the green eyes before succeeded in decoding the blonde's 'SOS' signal, Yuuri smiled.
"I'll call Conrad." He picked out his cell phone for the second time and dialed.
"I'm not thinking about him!" Wolfram snapped instantly, not wanting to be misunderstood, even though there was no misunderstanding to start with.
"Yes, yes." Yuuri laughed at Wolfram's futile fight. His smile was unable to be wiped off as he picked up his cell phone.
This blond was so not straight-forward but that might be his cute point.
Xxxx Yuuram xxxX
To Yuuri's relief, Conrad didn't question much about the injuries as Shori did. He took over the key from his brother's outstretched hand. While Shori had continued to question Wolfram in a less hostile manner, Yuuri dragged Conrad along beside so that their conversation would not overheard by anyone.
"Sorry about the trouble, he got hurt because of me."
"What happened?"
"Let's say I was targeted. But don't worry," Yuuri added quickly as Conrad looked worried. "I'll be careful and about Wolfram, I could only apologize…"
The brunette sighed.
"Take care of yourself."
"I will," Yuuri smiled to reassure him. As his godfather turned away from him, Yuuri stopped him, deciding to better expose to him about it.
"Conrad."
"Yes?" The brown eyes met him. Yuuri softened.
"It's Wolfram's own idea about calling you to drive back his car. I'm only building up this bridge for him," Conrad expressed mild shock before a smile surfaced on his face.
"Yuuri! What are you two talking about?! Shori said, if you're not coming, we're going first!" Yuuri shook his head inwardly as his ear recognized the shout of the blonde. Conrad acknowledged him with a nod of his head. Yuuri gave him his grin and jogged back towards the car, where indeed, both boys had gotten in their seats, peering out through the transparent small window at him.
Xxxx Yuuri xxxX
The couple was assaulted in the store room. This news had travelled to every single corner in the school overnight, not missing an ear. Even Yuuri noticed it when they both stepped in the premises. They were the focal point again when he was receiving the whisperings and staring at the back of his head.
Yuuri took his seat down, watching the blonde aside took his seat simultaneously with him. Wolfram had taken down the bandage on his face, Yuuri sighed. Of course, having a high ego of personality, he wouldn't allow himself to look pathetic. Other than that, just like what Gisela said, patches of yellowish area were forming on the blonde's bare skin on the back of his hand. Yuuri had seen it when Wolfram was driving just now. They were notably visible against the porcelain skin. He watched intently at the angry bruises until it was halfway covered by the sleeves of their uniform. He wondered how much worse it had gotten on the skin that was hidden beneath the black linen.
He opened his eyes in shock. Shit… he hadn't checked his own back this morning and here he was worrying about others. He moved his hands up and towards his back, wanting to feel the location of the bruises by pressing and inducing the pain. He needn't do so. A smack towards his bruised back had answered his question. He choked at the sudden invasive spasm. He thought a few of his bones were shattered.
"Morning!"
"Murata!" Yuuri yelped as his best friend waved those hands that had just committed the crime in a victorious manner.
"God, Murata! Do you have to do that?" Murata laughed. Yuuri continued to rub the sore, glaring at him.
"I heard about it. Care to fill me in with the details?" he continued and sat down.
"Don't remind me about it…"
"Oh, C'mon…" Murata urged.
"Murata," Yuuri wore a serious face that succeed in catching Murata's attention. He narrowed his eyes at him. "What's that?" Yuuri pointed a finger over at the bruise on his neck.
"What?" The boy followed his direction and looked at himself but still didn't find the source.
"That." Yuuri repeated and stood up, now pointing nearer to it. He squirmed at the shape as he drew closer. It wasn't that obvious because of the collar, but now that he came closer to examine it, it was similar to…
Wide-eyed, Murata jumped and turned his back at him.
"I think I heard Mizuki calling me, see you later ne, Shibuya."
"There was no one calling for you, Murata, come back here and tell me what that is!"
'He's really clueless, isn't he?!?' Murata shouted inside while running away.
Yuuri stopped as he spotted the golden-haired boy entering the class. William strolled in and Yuuri's eyes immediately swept over to the prince. Murata's problem was forgotten, his own sank in. His heart was beating against his chest powerfully. Even though they had never talked about it, he knew, Wolfram would not let William go that easily. As he expected, he saw the prince's eyes were following his foe direction. The other boy who would only take a few steps noticed his lover's presence. He looked up and seemed to be surprised at the blond injury on his face. Wolfram took the chance and stood up in a trice, his gaze truculent. A faint memory rippled through his face. The profile on William's face, he was reminding him of someone but he couldn't see it. He discarded the thoughts.
"Wolfram."
"You have the nerve to be here?" Wolfram snubbed. For a person who was about to explode, he was considered to be controlling his manner quite well.
"What did I say about the consequences if you pick on Yuuri?" Wolfram asked again, Yuuri's legs had reacted rather on instinct as he noticed the threat in Wolfram's tone. He rose up from his chair and trotted over to his boyfriend.
William was teetering. At the closer distance, Yuuri saw his face flushed red from anger and embarrassment.
"You thought I was joking?" Wolfram shouted, the voice was drawing attentions. Yuuri tucked at his arm.
"Forget it."
"How can I forget this? Yuuri, you're the one who he wanted to hurt, if it wasn't for me, you could have…"
"I'm sorry." William said.
"I don't accept it!" Wolfram yelped, deflect his arm away and pointed towards him, "You, William, You are on my second-hated list from the time when you injured Yuuri and me!"
"You can't do that, Wolfram," William hissed. "You know I did this because I want you."
"What's going on here?" Students scrambling back to their seat when they heard Mr. Adelbert's voice, the only exceptions were Wolfram, William and Yuuri. Wolfram and William were sharing the eye contact, both gleaming with frustrated anger, while Yuuri was glancing back and forth between them.
"You three, return to your place. Class is starting." Yuuri was the first to budge. As he sat down, William had moved as well, his eyes burning, while Wolfram simply plunged down.
His gangs were whispering behind him, William calmed them down.
"Don't fuss."
He looked back at the blonde, his rage churning. If his boss was able to get this blonde, he would too.
Xxxx Yuuri xxxX
"Right, Shibuya Yuuri, Why didn't you show up yesterday when I called you?"
"Sir, I'm sorry, something happened…" Yuuri stood up immediately to answer the question.
"Well, everyone, next week, we're going for a class trip in Bandaria Island for three days, two nights. The main objective was for you all to observe the wild plants and applied the sciences we had studied in the book to the real life. You will have the chance… Silence please!" The teacher raised his voice to cover over the enthusiastic chattering. He continued as the voice had lowered to his ideal level. "You'll have the chance to see for yourself the real thing as those in the textbook. This is not a fun journey, outing, holiday or anything you wished to call. I want report to be passed up two weeks after the outing. Write down what you had seen and learnt. Attendance is compulsory! We will be departing first by school cab at five in front of the school gate."
"We are expected to reach the labor at seven o'clock. We will continue our journey to the island by ship and it will take another one hour to be there. This time, I had chosen Yuuri Shibuya as the leader." Yuuri's excited heart bursted when all the eyes in the class darted towards him. "You're responsible not only for their safety, but also to count the number of heads from time to time."
"Clear?" Yuuri gulped and nodded. That was a heavy responsibility he held. He had never been a leader before, and thus was surprised to be given this job. Nevertheless, that didn't stop his raising spirit. Now, he was looking forward it more and more. He just hoped that he wouldn't mess it up like a wimp that day. Wimp! His eyes widened and turned towards the blonde.
Wolfram seemed to be in deep thought.
Xxxx Wolfram xxxX
The sickening motion that was churning in his insides, he could feel it as if he was really experiencing it. He shuddered as his mind formulated the calculations.
Ship + Sea + Travelling
Equal to
Seasick
Plant + Biology + Report
Equal to
Headache
Seasick + Headache + William + A wimp as leader
Equal to
Disaster
He sighed. It was a thin chance that he would be enjoying this trip.
Xxxx Yuuram xxxX
The atmosphere was tensing. Yuuri fidgeted as he glanced at the blonde who was maneuvering the gear. To avoid further commotion with William, Yuuri had forcefully dragged Wolfram out from the classroom straight away when the first bell rang. Now, Wolfram was sulking at his wimpy manner, running away from enemy like that wasn't what Wolfram von Bielefeld would do.
"I think he likes you," Yuuri started by testing the intensity of anger the prince was in with that remark.
"But I don't," Wolfram growled. 'That is a good start. At least he's answering my question.'
"He only wished you to return the love, there's nothing wrong. Even though his way to express it was wrong, but, you should forgive him."
"Yuuri, don't you get the point? If I forgive him this time, he would exaggerate, thinking that I will always forgive him for everything he did, he might do something even serious to harm you. If you're not sitting here, but lying in the hospital bed now, will you forgive him?"
"I never wished to be your boyfriend," Yuuri twisted his head aside, looking out the passing scenery and muttered under his breath.
"What?"
"No, nothing."
"Better be that way, wimp. Or else I'll be the one breaking your bones first."
"Don't call me a wimp."
"I'm calling it because you're one." Wolfram snapped.
"I wondered who was the one crying on my shoulder yesterday?" Yuuri said, making himself sounded as causal as possible while looking at the reactions of the other. The effect was immediate. The blonde's face had turned into a tomato red.
"Shut up!"
Yuuri's smile split into a wide grin. This was the second time he seen this expression.
He was finding himself loving this kind of reactions from Wolfram more and more.
"I wished I had a camera now so that I could take down this picture." Yuuri teased happily, suppressing his laugh. Wolfram snorted and after a transient period, his lips curled up into a smile.
"I wondered how the wimpy leader is going to handle the class next week." Yuuri froze. "Ah. I would have imagined what you would look like, begging for my help on your knees. Thoughts like that can keep my brain occupied for awhile." To his upmost annoy, Wolfram had hummed out a tune.
"Don't worry, this time, I'll be sure to bring a camera to shot down your picture," the prince counterattacked with his killer smirk.
Yuuri narrowed his eyes and casted a heated glare at him.
This prince really peeved him off sometimes.
… TBC …
A/N Next chapter, His Childishness
We know Wolfram get childish most of the time, but how far does he go in the next chap?
