Lol, I know that last chapter was sort of a filler, but at least it was worth the preparation for this chapter! (At least I think so!) This chapter was the most fun to write yet! Haha, I thought that I wouldn't be able to stop, hahaha!

On we go!

Spring's Symphony Chapter 10:

"Wolfram! What happened to you? Is it because of today?"

Yuuri almost yelled at the idle blonde, while shaking him in panic. This was the first time for him to actually witness such an act of non-response.

He was still shaking the other with vigor, when he felt a hand toss his own aside, and he faced an irritated visage from his manager.

"Wolf-, please talk to me. What happened?" Yuuri tried again after a few minutes of silence had gone by. He was now sitting in front of the blonde, his legs crisscrossed in front of him.

Again, he saw how a chain of emotion flickered across Wolfram's face: A moment of irritation, indecisiveness, pain, and then fright. He could understand the first few feelings having been around long enough, but he could not imagine something that would cause him terror. He noticed then that Wolfram in front of him looked extraordinarily tired, withered away like an old man, but still held on to a little morsel of glamour.

The double black forced together much of his bravery and tentatively dared a question: "Is it because of the photoshoot today?"

It was so obvious that Yuuri would be blunt enough to poke the question by its heart. For a moment, Wolfram felt a surge of adrenaline wash over him forcing him to leave the room as soon as possible. But the expression he was faced with kept him rigid in his sitting position.

Finally he decided to put down the script that had recalled his frozen state in the first place. He had to talk. Or else he would really go insane, even if, after he talked Yuuri would wordlessly leave his room and never want to see him again. Someone just had to tell him. And if he absolutely needed to talk, he could as well quell both of their troubled minds.

"You know that they shoots are over and that we don't have to go anymore, do you? Flurin mentioned it when you were talking to her. There has been a change in her schedule." Yuuri's mouth had moved in rush for the first time this day, as if to get the crucial point over with as quickly as possible.

Just a little, Wolfram's chest felt lighter as if part of the lead holding him down had turned into feathers and ascended into the atmosphere. The alleviation from not having to attend any photo shoots in Small Shimaron anymore encouraged him to start speaking, as he intended to, no matter what would happen.

"Then, that means you don't have to go to Small Shimaron anymore, do you? What a relief." He took in a deep breath. "Yuuri, there is something you don't know…and I can't tell you what it is." He felt awkward since he never thought that the words would leave his mouth in an imbecile rush, as if they had been curled up inside for too long and just waited for their chance to come out.

"Oh right, I know what you're talking about. I'm really sorry for fainting this morning! I don't know what came over me: There was this headache, and I tried to remember, and then everything blurr-"

"You're not getting it!" his voice cut through the silence and he gritted his teeth, yelling in frustration. He just doesn't get it. "I'm serious here. This is serious…"

When he looked up, Wolfram watched in astonishment as Yuuri's usual sheepish smile turned into a thoughtful and solemn grim. At first he thought it was an act to continue his joke, because the expression could change so fast, in less than a minute, but then he realized that Yuuri had dropped his façade, and was now staring at him, expecting him to do the same.

There was nothing he could do about it. Every time since the incident he had been under control of the other. It was inevitable, even though it appeared to be unnoticeable. He could not see his own visage, but he was sure that he looked like an undignified whiner, his carefully painted mask broken apart. It almost felt unbearable if it had not been for the person in front of him.

Seeing how such a composed face turn into a tired wreck was not something beautiful, yet Yuuri felt relieved that through his own honest action he could lure out the sad and pained real identity. Not the famous celebrity with the cool face and the many fans and the annoying sarcastic smile, but Wolfram, who seemed to have a more familiar slightly melancholic side. This transformation seemed to have broken some kind of wall in between them.

It was like his hand moved on his own, as if he had done it million times before at some time. His hand stretched out and his slightly cold fingertips made contact with Wolfram's warm cheeks. At first their skin barely touched, but soon Yuuri's right hand was cupping the other's left cheek and caressed it with such gentle gesture, he deemed it impossible. He had always been told that he moved with gentleness, but this time he was actually aware of it actually aware of it and he did not think that such melting softness was possible.

Wolfram's eyes widened at first into large green orbs full of faith and reminiscence. This was the way it had been, the way it should be. The cool touch on his over-heated cheeks seemed to calm him down like opening a valve on a machine and before he could help it salty liquid had leaked out. Tears that he intended to lock away from Yuuri, but that were now overflowing, trickling down on that person's hands. He always thought that there was no use crying over anything. Why would someone cry? Does it make a difference?

Now he knew for a fact that this liquid did in fact quench something in him. It was like releasing air from a tire, releasing the air from the bomb that he had felt growing inside of him. If only the world could stay like this and he could keep his arms around the double-black's shoulder, just letting everything out.

Wolfram was human. Not perfect.

A corner in Yuuri's brain thought that it was rare seeing such proud person actually in need of so much attention and belonging. It was like he had been deprived of Yuuri's touch for a myriad amount of years, and was so hungry, he did not let go. Why did he not say anything before?

"Henachoko! Don't leave me. Not for Sara, not for anyone, especially not for Sara!" The blonde whimpered into his ear.

A familiar rose color crept up his head. Wolfram did act like a lost child, and it did appeal to him as amazingly adorable. But he was not about to tell him that his juxtaposition seemed rather ironic since the wimpy one seemed to be himself. Instead, he slowly stroke the fine blonde strands that reminded him of feathery cotton.

"Don't worry. I have you, right?"

Wolfram could barely believe his ears. Did he actually remember? Would everything turn back to how it used to be?

"You don't have to mind me. If you really like Sara, I will support you. I always support what you do." The blonde retorted with a melancholic smile. Both knew that what he uttered, though weakly was true in its essence.

Another moment of quietude drowned the surrounding. Wolfram felt himself pressed to the cold concrete behind him by his shoulders. Yuuri's grim face was still inches away from his own.

"What are you talking about? The photo-shoot?" Yuuri had a sneaking suspicion that he was in such state due to what happened with shoot. He also felt suspicious that it had something to do with his constant staring at the actors during the shoot. "Nothing happened during the shoot. There is nothing between Sara-"

"Stop! Stop it…don't deny it!" Wolfram had shaken his head around, as if in a frenzy, while squeezing his eyes shut.

For a moment Yuuri felt a little over-strained. On impulse, he grabbed the blonde's heated cheeks and forced him to look into his eyes. It was astonishingly hard to focus on the words he was about to pronounce and not lose himself in the liquid jade staring up to him.

"I will not leave your side. I will not let you mope around like this. And if that's what it takes, I will be Kanae."

His mind was racing to understand what his mouth had just blurted out, but it was much too late to take back words spoken from the recession of his heart.

Alright! My plot is starting to get somewhere! I finally got to write about all the sweet stuff that was swarming in my head for the whole of last year! Hohoho!

For everybody who did not understand or forgot about the previous chapter: Kanae is the female lead of Spring's Symphony that Wolfram was trying to get Yuuri to play! :D I call this success for Wolf's side, but at the same time I feel bad for Wolfy.... It's because I love him too much I guess...

Haha, update next chapter will be weekend or monday...I'm not sure yet, since I always try to be 2 chapters ahead...^^

To me, silence is NOT gold, so please be so kind and leave an afterthought... I would appreciate constructive criticism a lot! ^^