Title: Distortion

Author: hottee39

Rating: Pg-13 +

Summary:AU. Shibuya Yuuri, a human, a vampire, meets Wolfram Von Bielefeld, transfer student, coma escapee. Don't be mistaken. They were not friends in the least. Schoolmates? Yes. Classmates? Yes. Project partners? Yes. Friends? God forbid.

Chapter Summary:Murata pulls a fast one on Yuuri.

Chapter 09

Wolfram flopped back onto the bed, exhaling furiously at the outcome. Frustration. Anger. Irritation. That was what he was feeling as he peered at the white ceiling. Damn that Yuuri! Pale hands combed through his sunshine tresses, eyes closed for a moment. He exhaled loudly, wishing to forget everything for a minute. It failed to work as his thoughts were still running around in turmoil. Yuuri…Yuuri…He's just so damn complicated! ARGH!

/flashbacks/

"Hey Bie-la-field- ah! You mind if I called you Wolfram?"

"…"

"Wolfram. Hello? Anyone in there?"

"…"

"Hey where are you going?"

"I'm going to use the restroom. Got a problem with that?" Yuuri blushed before shaking at the comment. "Good." Yuuri stared at wall, hearing the footsteps getting farther and farther. He slouched in his hand as he mumbled to himself.

"Maybe we should have done the issues of a PMS-ing guy."

"Wolfram! Can't I take a break?" He whined, displeased at the amount of work he had to do. He buried his head under his arms, hoping the action alone could vanquish his workload.

"Humph! Like you could. It was your fault for skipping out on me yesterday."

"Woah! Hold on," Wolfram had leaned back against the chair, passing a glimpse at Yuuri. "That means you know how to use a sword?" Observing the amazement on the latter's face, Wolfram contemplated whether he should answer.

"Y-yea I do." He was unused to enthusiastic boys. Besides, he only knew the basics and it was still very rusty.

"Cool that means you have your own sword!" Suddenly Wolfram realized they were going off topic, he snapped in annoyance.

"Of course I have you dolt! Why do you think I suggested doing the samurai topic?" Wolfram withdrew back a bit, mellowing his tone slightly. "I have it at home."

"Glad you don't carry it with you." Yuuri mumbled, somewhat disappointed.

"I wish I could." The blonde retorted.

"Luckily you can't."

"Do you have a deathwish?" He sneered at the Asian teen.

His saviour was ruthlessly slashing at the creature without mercy, and the pitiful creature was hopelessly seeking an opening to triumph against his opponent. At last, the blurry scene of combat came to a halt. The pitiful creature was trapped on the ground with his hand pulled back as the figure threatened to break it further. He could see the latter's face now.

"Y-Yuuri?" Time seemed to have stopped for him as he stared with incredulity at the look of murder on Shibuya Yuuri's face.

"Let's talk somewhere else."

"We are not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell just happen!" Wolfram suddenly regretted his vent when he witnessed a flash of furious cat-like eyes as Yuuri raised his hand. Wolfram winced when a warm hand touched his cheek, the wounded one. At the gentleness in the touch, he stared back into tender black eyes. Wolfram hiccupped. It was embarrassing for the blonde but it broke the ice somewhat. The comforting smile on Yuuri's lips managed to calm his raging emotions.

"Let's talk somewhere more private. Your blood will draw in more attention."

Wolfram felt the wind knock out of him when his back slammed against the wall. Yuuri had slammed him against the wall, his hands gripping his shoulders tightly. He winced slightly at the pressure. When the blond reopened his eyes, he was met with the same fierce cat-like eyes he remembered. He gasped silently. Then he saw the blending of two different emotions, sadness and pure anger.

"Trust." Wolfram blinked at the word, wondering if it was directed at him. The whisper amidst all the shouts seemed so out of place. Observing the far off expression, he knew for a fact that Yuuri was thinking out loud. "I'm risking everything and everyone."

"Shibuya stop! You're hurting me!" His grip seemed to tighten at every word that spilled from his lips.

"It's gone."

"It's healed." He chuckled slightly at the gaping expression of the blonde's face. "Close your mouth or you'll catch flies."

"Nah! Hey Wolfram, at least go change your clothes! I need to sleep too you know!" Wolfram dropped his head a bit too sharply and woke up slightly.

"Huh? What?"

"Don't "Huh? What?" me! Go change your clothes and tell me where I should sleep!"

"Yuuri."

"Huh?"

"Call me Yuuri." When Yuuri was met with silence, he wondered if the other had complied or if the other didn't hear his plea. He was about to repeat when he got a frustrated reply back.

"Fine! Go back to sleep YUURI! Good Night!" A smile painted themselves onto the black-haired teen's lip.

"Good night Wolfram." His playful teasing tone only resulted in having a pillow slapped against his face again. "Ow!"

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Yuuri exercised his jaw trying to find his voice. The door slammed into his face, the blonde obviously annoyed by the gaping fish staring at him.

"OW!" Yuuri grabbed at his nose, hurting from the impact of the door. "I just wanted to get my uniform."

"But you didn't have to kick me!"

"It was to catch your attention."

"Couldn't you find some other way to do that?"

"I could but kicking you in the ass is much more appealing."

"You sadist!"

"You wimp!"

"Do you have to be so stubborn?"

"If it's against my will? Definitely yes!"

"And some clothes you should change into. After all wouldn't want the wolf cub to get sick would we?" Wolfram's face went so red it was hard for Yuuri not to hold in his laughter.

"Idiot!" A pillow was thrown into his face.

"Hey! What's with the reaction?" Yuuri managed out between his laugh. It was still somehow hilarious to him.

"Dumbass! Quit laughing! And don't you ever dare call me that again!"

"We'll talk when I get back." He declared in a finalized tone that left no more room for argument.

/End of flashback/

Emeralds slid open at the last memory. He saw white. It was the ceiling. Nonchalantly, he noted that some of it was starting peel off. Yuuri. It was just a single name, just as plain and simplistic as the next, yet the person that went by that name was walking complication at the same time. Yuuri is… Wolfram paused in his thoughts to think of a better word to describe him. Different? He tried the word on his tongue, unused to the foreign word on the tip of his tongue. Eventually he agreed that different was the right word to describe him.

He has so many sides to him that I…I…I can't understand him! His eyesbrows creased into a frown. One moment he's wimpy-like and all stuttering and the next he's as cool as a cat, teasing me in that stupid confident manner of his! Argh! Emeralds snapped open and realized he had unconsciously clenched his fists. He sighed loudly, relaxing his muscle and releasing any tension. It makes me wonder which of those Yuuris is the real one. His hands slid to his pocket to pull out his precious necklace. He dangled it between his fingers within his view, mildly toying with it. True, it was a simple piece of jewellery that was just as pretty and simplistic but personally, it held a strong symbolism for him that he had yet to decipher. He studied every curve and joint of the pendent, watching with fascination as the light glinted off the silver surface.

He exhaled loudly, rolling over to his side to drown in his misery, pocketing the pendant at the same time. He briefly wondered about his situation. Why did I come here in the first place? Wolfram stared into nothing for a while before shutting his eyes tightly. Curling up his body further, he groaned at his betraying thoughts. That's stupid. I know why I came here! I wanted answers for everything! From the necklace to the dreams I have been having, to the life I had lived before! Forlorn eyes stared out onto the bedding, his pale fingers mildly stroking the comforter. Why did I ever think that Yuuri might have the answers?

You trust him with your life.

Green eyes blinked. Feeling agitated all of a sudden, though because of an unwanted person in the room or the meaning of those words he did not know, he sat up to scan the room for a presence. When he found none, he snorted before bowing his head and hunching his back shamefully. Stupid. I should have known it was one of those whispered voices. The door creaked open, pulling Wolfram's attention towards it.

Black met green.

Wolfram narrowed his eyes into a glare and whipped his head away, arms crossing over his torso in a defiant manner. Yuuri blinked at the reaction before scowling as he made his way towards the closet to get a new change of clothes.

"Don't look."

"Don't want to either." Yuuri whipped his head at the blonde, cursing about the blonde's sarcastic answer. He put on his boxers and removed his towel. He pondered momentarily where to put the towel around his waist. He smirked. "Hey! What?" The blonde yelled out when he felt something wet and soggy landed on his head and hair. Hastily he grabbed it and put it in front of his vision for inspection. His eyes widened owlishly when he comprehended that it was the same towel that covered Yuuri's waist just earlier. "What? Eww! Gross!" He hurriedly gathered it into his hands and chucked it to the floor. He whipped his head around at the chuckling behind him, wearing the most menacingly glare he could conjunct up with at the moment with his tomato-red face. Yuuri laughed even louder when he caught a glimpse of Wolfram's red face. He returned to his closet. He took out a black shirt and a pair of black fitting pants.

"Chill." Wolfram paid no heed to his remark, his emeralds ever so leisurely observing the actions of the dimwit. He noted Yuuri's body then - lean torso, firm backside, muscular arms. Yuuri did not realize that he was even being observed since his head was stuck in his wardrobe. Wolfram smirked. Typical idiot. However when he closed the doors, he realized that Wolfram was staring at him. "Hey! I said no looking!" Yuuri's face flushed red, his arms swinging around himself to cover his modesty. Wolfram grinned, happy to have got him back, before turning around. He crossed his arms.

"Oh come on. It's not like I don't have whatever you have."

"T-That's not the point!"

"Wimp."

"I'm not a wimp. I just have a sense of decency that's all!"

"Uh-huh." The rustle of clothing could be heard amongst the silent environment. Yuuri walked pass Wolfram towards his table. The blonde realized he was dressed already, and mildly noted how eye-catching he was at the moment. Wolfram was all right with staring at another male's body since he long ago accepted he was bisexual. Of course, just because he accepted that fact did not mean he would carelessly flaunt it about. His brother, Conrad, knew about it and never said anything except to tease him sometimes, but his other elder brother, Gwendal, well, he was a different story. If Gwendal knew he was entertaining the thought of getting together with another guy, he would flip! And that's saying a lot, when Gwendal let Conrad date Yozak. Maybe it had something to do with how long Yoazk and Conrad had been together or maybe it was simply just because Wolfram was his precious baby brother. Bleh.

"Wolfram." Yeah, I can just imagine Gwendal calling me with that disapproving tone. "Wolfram." Well it's a good thing that he had to stay back in Germany to look after the business. After all, even though Mother is the owner of the business, she can get pretty carried away with her own stuff. "Wolfram." Though I did wish Mother was here. She's really warm.

"Hold onto my hand dear. And mummy will bring you somewhere safe."

Yeah. She's warm just like that person in my dream.

"Wolfram." The blonde snapped out of his thoughts at the hand waving in front of his face. He stared into Yuuri's eyes with confusion before recomposing himself, wearing his infamous frown.

"What."

"I'm going." What? He's going? He's just going to go just like that? He's not expecting me to stay here like an idiot is he? He called out just as Yuuri was making his way towards the window. Why the window of all places? Didn't he ever hear of some invention called a door?

"I'm coming with you." Yuuri turned back so fast, it made the determined frown on his face almost twitched into a smile.

"WHAT!" Widened black orbs stared into emeralds, wondering if the latter was just joking or fooling around, though he knew from experience that the blonde was never one to just joke around. Wolfram stared back with just as much intensity to prove his seriousness. The room was suddenly engulfed in a stressing silence that left both occupants tensed. It made the blonde wonder if his statement was as scandalous then it may have actually seemed. Yuuri was having trouble forming words in his mouth that he was like a gaping fish, until he managed to utter something. "Wol-,"

"Actually that's not a bad idea." Both of them screamed like babies at the sudden appearance of Murata standing beside them.

"For god's sake Murata, stop doing that!" Murata pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, appearing as if he never heard Yuuri growling menacingly at him. Wolfram just blinked at the additional person.

"You mean I can go?" Murata grinned at the blonde, secretly loving his reaction. If only he knew what I'm about to say, he's going to have the shock of his life.

"Yes Bielefeld-san. I have no problem with it. You can come along however," Just before the blonde could rejoice inwardly, he scowled. However… There's always a however or but or basically a condition attached to it. Never mind. Fine. I'll do whatever it takes as long as it is not something atrocious. "You have to dress up,"

"Tch. No problem to it."

"You didn't let me finish."

"Well hurry up already!"

"You have to dress up as…" The other occupants in the room strained their ears, wanting to desperately know what Murata was getting at. Murata briefly entertained the thought of both of them as dogs, their ears perked up like innocent puppies, tongues wagging for a treat. "Now how do I put this in nicer terms?" The bespectacled boy bowed his head to shield his eyes and smile, once again fumbling with his spectacles. He could have just said it straight out but it was much more fun to see them anticipated and curious. Yes, he was kind of twisted too, just like his lover. Maybe that was why we were meant for each other. "I mean I don't want you to be uncomfortable and all." As time ticked away illogically slow, the boy contemplated on telling. He briefly glanced at the blonde's expression. He may be superior to the blonde in terms of species but when Wolfram unleashed his wrath it was usually a force to be reckoned with. He watched the veins popping all over his forehead. He had to be quick to sedate it.

"Spit it out Murata!"

"Yuuri's girlfriend."

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Nice chorus. They'll do just fine together.

"You can't be serious Murata!" The mentioned male passed a sideward glanced at Yuuri's whining. Seeing the unwavering look in the other's eyes, Yuuri knew that Murata was dead serious. He growled and looked away. Grr. What the hell is this guy playing at? He snuck a peek at Wolfram, wondering about the sudden silence. Wolfram's expression was that of disbelief. He obvious didn't think the condition was something as drastic as that. Well, neither did I. He crossed his arms over the torso. The black-haired teen was dead set against this. There was no way that Wolfram be allowed to come to a gathering. Anything could happen! Not to mention that he was already targeted by some unknown enemy all thanks to him. Yuuri really should not make it any worse by bringing him to a gathering. It was like throwing a sheep into a pack of wolves - a very blonde sheep into a pack of good-looking wolves at that! But then again, there would be no way that Wolfram would agree to this. He has a male chauvinist-like ego! It's so huge even I don't even know where he stores it in his head. There would be no way he would agree and then-

"Ok."

"God forsake us! You serious?" Wolfram met Yuuri's gaze. Although his answer came out like a reluctant agreement, the strength behind the answer was obvious. The blonde further confirmed it when he nodded.

"That settles it!" Murata grinned, clapped his hands, rubbing his hands together to prepare himself to get to work. Yuuri tried to deny; to refuse this outrageous decision, but his voice failed to work. How on Earth, could Wolfram agree to this? Why did Murata even allow it? He knows! He knows it would be dangerous for him there and yet!

"Enough of this nonsense." the silent but firm rebuttal echoed through the room. Murata and Wolfram averted their gazes from each other to stare at Yuuri. Is it just me? Or did the room grow colder somehow? Emeralds widened at the fuming presence. Yuuri's black eyes hardened to coals, narrowing into cat-like slits. They met emeralds with a stern gaze, a gaze so intense Wolfram felt like he was baring himself wide open. He felt awkward all of a sudden but yet, he could not tear his eyes away as cold sweat trickled slowly down the blonde's spine. Yuuri's displeasure was evident from the thin frown and the hard glare. "I will not allow Wolfram to attend." The deep baritone voice of his made him shudder involuntarily.

"Now Yuuri, you really should not go flaunting your powers off like that just to scare Bielefeld-san out of it." Murata landed a smack to the shoulders of his friend. That snapped the blonde out of his delusion. He blinked and realized he had totally forgotten there was another person in the room. "Come on, let's talk outside." He faintly heard the closing of the door but he was too consumed by his own thoughts to bother. He wrapped his arms around himself, shielding himself from the imaginary coldness. Wolfram, for once, was confused on how to react. He did not know whether to retaliate or listen accordingly. It was like Yuuri had a dark spell over him. Don't be stupid. Wolfram knew this was a different Yuuri altogether. This was the killer Yuuri, his vampire side. Wolfram would be making the joke of the year if he said that he was not the least bit frightened by this Yuuri. On the contrary, he was frightened.

This Yuuri was his fear.

The room suddenly increased in temperature. Startled, he glanced around for anything out of the ordinary. He felt a tingling in his right pocket. Casting a glimpse to his side, he noted the soft hue of green emitted from it. Curiously he reached into his pocket to pull out the necklace. Bring it up to his vision, Wolfram's lips parted in amazement. "It's-it's-it's glowing." He whispered in awe, as if spoken too loud, he might shatter the magic. It burned with a flare but it was a comforting sort of heat. The pendent glowed in a light green colour, giving off a weak light. Despite that, Wolfram could still feel the warmth emitted from it. His fingers slowly enclosed the pendent, bringing it slowly to his chest, in an almost hypnotic-like dance. A smile painted his lips at the warmth burning at his chest. He suddenly felt revived and afresh and most of all, safe. A brief image of the woman in his dreams flashed by his mind. Although at first disoriented as he jerked back, he then grinned with appreciation, embracing the precious jewellery tighter. This must be how a mother's warmth feels like.

"Thank you."

"Talking to yourself, Bielefeld-san?" Wolfram blinked over at the source of the voice. Murata stood by the door smiling slightly, though not a mischievous or sneaky one like he was often known for. It was more concern-related. It was then that Wolfram realized the question was asked in a worried tone. Wolfram smirked.

"I'm just fine." He scoffed it off, trying to play it cool. He was unused to people seeing him during his moments of weakness.

"Good enough." Emeralds glanced briefly at the door, noting the Yuuri was not in the room. Nibbling on the inside of his bottom lip, he paused in asking.

"How's Yuuri?"

"Nah, no worries, he'll get over it." Murata walked over to the wardrobe and started pulling a few stuff out. The teenager looked on, wondering what the latter was up to. Well, if he said that Yuuri will get over it then ok. Murata raised some leather clothes to his vision. "Shall we get started?"

Yuuri leaned against the stair railings right outside his bedroom door, wearing the most unpleasant expression ever. His lips were scowling in distaste and his eyes hardened with an indescribable fury as his eyes wandered the colours of his hallways for lack of anything better to do. It was obvious from his features. He did not like this idea at all. In fact, he hated this idea. However Murata had mentioned that it was Wolfram's decision and it was not Yuuri's right to decide for him. That's all bullshit. Wolfram doesn't know what he's getting into! And Murata knows it! Goddanmit!

The door to his bedroom opened to reveal Murata standing there with a grin, ignoring the cold glare he was receiving. He had no doubt finished with Wolfram. "Time to go." Just like that he turned away, leaving the door ajar, obviously intended for Yuuri to come in. Yuuri reluctantly uncrossed his arms from his torso, moving forward back into the room. Glancing around, he was mildly surprised that his room was unperturbed. His gaze finally fell onto the blonde sitting on the bed sitting away from him. He could not help feeling angry with the blonde. He held his breath when the blonde's face averted towards his direction.

Wolfram nibbled his lips when he felt Yuuri entered the room. He knew from the heat on his face that he was blushing furiously. He did not know if it was embarrassment or fear of Yuuri's wrath. He sensed a gaze burning into his back. Turning around, he found Yuuri looking conflicted between surprise and indifference. Somehow it disappointed him. He met Yuuri's gaze and held his breath. Murata sat by the window sill, amused by the quiet exchange. Well that's that. Time to get serious.

"Come on, let's go." With that, he was out of the window. Wolfram stood up hesitantly, stumbling with his balance as he turned his body fully towards Yuuri. It was only then that Yuuri took in Wolfram's whole visage. Sporting a long-sleeve black shirt with two diamonds embedded at each collar ends with dark blue denim short shorts and black laced up platforms on each foot, Wolfram look as hot as hell. Even his face had traces of mascara and eyeliner, making his outstanding emeralds stand out even more. Yuuri felt something unknown stir within him.

Wolfram's eyes widened with what he saw flash by those eyes. He knew that look. He recognised it anywhere. It was the look of lust. It was so similar that Wolfram had to force himself not shudder as Yuuri's eyes seemed to be slowly stripping him naked as he observed him, his eyes scrutinising him from top to bottom. He suddenly felt very self-conscious, fumbling with the ends of the shorts, trying futilely to pull them down further.

"H-hey!" That was all that the blonde could manage out under the hard scrutiny. It was then that Yuuri took notice of Wolfram's face. He was obviously uncomfortable and red with embarrassment. "Quit staring!" Fine. I'll quit staring. The black-haired teen sighed and beckoned Wolfram over, inwardly groaning at his luck. It's going to be hell to keep the blonde virgin and in one piece like this. No thanks to that damn Murata. The blonde hesitated. Usually he would either yell and beat the person to a bloody pulp and just plainly ignore such looks. Why then did he felt some flutter of appreciation, though uncomfortable, swirling around in his stomach when Yuuri's gaze bore through him. He inwardly shook his head and took a tentative step forward. He was not use to raised shoes since he was a guy and never wore anything like that. So the new experience, with the platforms, was making him unsteady. Although he had practiced a little earlier with Murata, he was still frightened that he might stumble and make a fool out of himself. He was so concentrated on walking right, watching his every step that he failed to comprehend that he was already in front of Yuuri until his head collided with the teen's torso.

Glancing up, he was greeted by indifferent onyx orbs. He neglected to notice a pair of arms holding him steady. "If you stumble, I'm leaving you behind." Wolfram flinched at the cold tone. Then he was hoisted up into Yuuri's arms. Not used to the sudden change of position, he wrapped his arms around Yuuri's neck. As Yuuri stalked towards the window, he tightened his hold around Yuuri. It would do no one good if he fell and created a bloody splat on the ground. Crouching on the window still, Yuuri prepared himself. He mildly yet carefully inspected the surroundings, peering for anybody who might see them. He nodded in approval once the coast was clear. Then, they were off.

They followed Murata with inhuman speed, jumping from roof to roof, pole to pole as the wind whipped into their faces. Wolfram shut his eyes at the sudden change, feeling uncomfortable by the cold draft on his legs, but he was afraid to fidget, thinking it might annoy Yuuri. Wolfram chanced a peek below, suddenly feeling the urge to wimp out. He hid his face in Yuuri's torso. He was not one afraid of heights but maybe, just maybe, he might start developing that fear pretty soon. He tightened his grasp involuntarily. Yuuri snuck a glance at the bundle in his arms. Hesitantly, he pulled the boy closer to him, firming his grip but being gentler at the same time.

Somehow, he hated seeing Wolfram frightened.

It worried him.

AN: Yes ah! Projects are over and done with! Now I got to concentrate on exams. Sigh. Tough life. Plus I am so not getting any good nights of sleep. My bed is freaking infested with bed bugs! Now me and my sisters are trying to work hard enough to get a new set of twin beds for us. Ouchie!

Anyway, i hope you guys like the chappie. I feel like I'm losing my touch here. Sigh. The next one is going to be on the gathering so hold onto your seats people. I hope you guys would like it too =)

And thank you everyone for your reviews! I have 150 and it's just so amazing. Whenever I feel upset, all i do is read the review to see how much you guys love my story and I'll be back as new!

Hopefully you guys can leave a review again! A word or two doesn't matter, just review! Like I always say~! Haha Ta-ta! Got to study now, exams are next week.