Title: Gone

Chapter 10: My denial

Written by Lisse08

"Do you want to see how childish I could get?" Wolfram hissed, his eyes picking up the alarmed signal in the black orbs beneath him.

Yuuri's breathing stopped rapidly. He couldn't even risk taking in any air right now. The grips on his shoulder were firmer than usual. He continued to stare into the deep green eyes which were giving him a measuring look. He soon realized that the green were shimmering brighter. It was like sinking into the world of green. He drew in a sharp lungful of air, Wolfram had brought his face closer to his.

"Wolfram…?" Yuuri choked back his words, Wolfram jerked even nearer, their noses were nearly touching.

"I don't recall you ever calling me by the name 'Wolfram'," Wolfram reproved sharply. Yuuri squirmed, feeling the hot breathe brushed against his throat.

"What are you doing?" Yuuri forced himself to voice, his heart was beating strong. The atmosphere of the room was at its highest uncomfortable intensity, added to the body heat that Wolfram was exerting to his own, he could physically felt the heat rising on his cheek.

"It's a name that I assigned especially for you!" Wolfram shouted.

"I… W…Wo…"

Fighting to keep his breathing steady, Yuuri stuttered out his name in failure. Because his words were cut off. His eyes widened in shock when Wolfram, without warning, rammed their lips together.

Yuuri gasped in his throat. Wolfram had his strength concentrated fully on the grip, causing the other unable to bulk even when he tried to struggle. His mind went blank. Something akin to electric spark ignited in his bloodstream. Yuuri stopped resisting as it spread in his body and slowly closed his eyes. The prince tasted so good, a smell of vanilla favored ice-cream.

The blond didn't remove their lips for a full five seconds.

His tensed body relaxed when Wolfram backed away in a sudden motion.

His back continued to be rooted to the bed, watching senselessly at the blonde who smacked his hand back onto his mouth. Yuuri, though comprehend the meaning of that action, didn't do anything further than to stay on his current position. Wolfram disappeared from his view, replaced by the white roof above. A slow realization dawn him when he remembered the blonde's words.

This time, he would finally cough out the irritated feelings. The sour acid heaving all out from his insides, he grasped onto the rims of the table. After sometime when it was over, he was panting. Wolfram grabbed the nearest tissue that he had placed there previously and wiped off his mouth. Slowly, he averted his gaze towards the black-haired boy. The boy was lying on the same place where he had left him. Unintentionally, he had gripped the edge so tight that it was starting to hurt him. Wolfram hadn't meant to kiss him.

"Yuuri…" Wolfram muttered. He swept his eyes over to the bottle of pills on the floor, not knowing what to do.

Would Yuuri…?

Yuuri let out a laugh. Strange, he proceeded to look at Yuuri who had put his hands over his forehead. A moment later, Yuuri pulled himself up so that he was sitting up. His eyes fell upon the confused blond.

"You're really childish," Yuuri said, repeating the phrase the prince had used. Wolfram blinked, he couldn't think of anything to say, and so, he kept quiet and listened to what the double black had in his mind.

Would he…?

"What was that for?" Wolfram opened his mouth, his voice nowhere to be found. Nevertheless, Yuuri answered for him.

"If you want me to call you by 'Wolf', you could have stopped me straight away with your voice or … your hand, but this whole thing…" Yuuri stared into the eyes, ensuring that his next message was sent precisely into the blonde.

"To me, you looked like a child who was crying on the road when his mum didn't want to buy the toy he wanted." Wolfram brows narrowed at the comment. His rage was back.

"What??" Wolfram shouted, making it sounded rather like a disapproved statement than a question. Yuuri flinched as he thought he saw vein bulging on his forehead.

Would he hate him…?

"What? Did I say anything wrong?" Yuuri said, even though he was a little scared off but he didn't wimp out.

Wolfram shook his head, breaking the eye contact. When his boiling blood cooled down, he had to laugh internally. His muscles were relaxing. He didn't know that he was actually letting out his laughs until Yuuri asked. But he couldn't control his happiness.

He was glad that the answer was no.

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

They disembarked at ten minutes to eight o'clock at the dock of the island. The crystalline sea was shining on the surface by the sun. Yuuri breathed in the air, the salty aroma of the water carried along with it. The graphical scene was breathtaking, with the puffins gliding above the sea. He smiled when from behind him, Wolfram's camera shuttled with another click. Without doubt, he knew Wolfram was taking pictures of the scenery, not him. He threaded on the sand, heading into the land with others.

Wolfram was joyous than anything to be able to leave the ship. After taking a picture of the waves that were hitting against the rocks, he hurriedly trailed behind Yuuri silently, carrying his own bag and listening to his and Murata's talk.

Soon enough as they walked further in, leaving the sand and entering the land of forest, Yuuri caught the silhouettes of a resort building on his right. They followed the clear route of soil, which was situated in between the tall massive tress. The building was coming into a clearer view. Yuuri watched it in awe.

It was a granite building, built similar to a normal-looking hourse, but of course, bigger than the typical one. There was no gate shielding it, so it was quite exposed. At the front part aside from the sculptures of stones guarding the entrance of the hotel, there were wooden tables with long benches. With another scan, he saw the barbeque tools with coals. To make it better, the flowers beautified the place. Yuuri nudged the bespectacled boy and grinned. One of his planned activities was going to work.

The students filed up the stairs and bustled into the resort. The tapestry of the beach, drawn in similarity with the scene they had just seen was hanging on the wall as they entered the vestibule. Several armchairs were sitting at one end and more sofas for the convenience of tired travelers. The stairs was behind the counter, which was at their left. Yuuri looked up and saw the corridor and doors, presumably the rooms where they would be sleeping in.

After checking in at the counter by the tutor, Yuuri began to assemble everyone on Adelbert's behalf. Allocating the rooms was one of his jobs as well.

"Boys and girls are separated rooms! The boys were all on the second floor and girls on the third floor." Yuuri shouted before resuming consulting his paper, "There are two beds in each room. Here are the groupings. The first group will be in room 1, second group in room 2 and so on." Yuuri began to read out the list he had made.

"… William with Shiki, Wolfram with Tsubaki, and lastly, Ukita with me," Yuuri finished it, he had a slight hesitation when he was grouping the last six people last week. Initially, William was supposed to be grouped with Wolfram, since Yuuri grouped others on their name's alphabetical order basis. But he knew Wolfram might bit off his ear if he really did do that, so to be fair to everyone, he was forced not to change only theirs, but all the class groupings.

Even so, when he lowered his paper to steal a look at their reactions, he didn't miss the gleam from William that was knifing into his chest.

"Put away your things first in your room, we're going to gather here after an hour!" Adelbert continued from beside.

Yuuri received a smile from his tutor that ensured that he had done his job well. Grinning from ear to ear, Yuuri discarded William's image and followed his bustling classmates up the stairs. Wolfram, fully unsatisfied with the grouping, made up his mind. He turned towards the counter instead of the stairs, with the most charming smile on his face at the female receptionist.

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

"Yuuri! Wait!" Wolfram shouted from behind when he stood in front of his room. Ukita was inside, looking everywhere in fascination.

"Wolf…" that had really taught him not to speak Wolfram's full name. "Your room is there." Yuuri pointed towards his right.

"I want this room." Wolfram pushed the leader's arms down. Waiting for neither response nor permission, he walked past the double black and into his room. Ukita stopped and glanced back at them.

"What are you talking about?" Yuuri blinked in surprise. He spun around. He had a sixth sense that he was about to watch another trait of childish 'Wolfram' all over again.

"I'm your boyfriend. I will not let anyone sleep with you." Wolfram said as a matter-of-factly and settled his pack down. There were two beds, situated on each side with a small round cabinet in the middle. He dropped down into the bed nearest to the veranda and looked up at Ukita. A killer smile playing on his face again.

"You won't mind if I changed with you, right?"

"I…" Ukita looked over to Yuuri.

"Okay, decided. Thank you, Ukita." Wolfram said and lied down onto the bed.

"Wolfram! He hadn't said anything yet!" Yuuri yelped. He was angry but half-laughing inside because the stubbornness of the blonde was really rendering him helpless. Wolfram sat up again at once. Yuuri thought he was going to correct his usage of the name again.

"Why can't I use the same room as yours? I'm your boyfriend!" Wolfram retorted. But that and this are different matter, Yuuri thought. He needed to differentiate well between his job and his… best friend. Yuuri reprimanded himself. He couldn't understand the sudden rise of possessiveness on the blonde in himself. As the feeling of those lips touching his reappeared again, his heart thumping so fast that the anger roused. 'We are not an item!!"

"That's what I mean! You're putting me in a tight spot. People would think that I purposely let you switch since you're my boyfriend."

"Um…" Ukita voiced, unsure. He was not pleased to be stuck in the middle of the lovers bickering.

"Why can't you just group us together in the beginning?"

"That would be even unfair!" Yuuri raised his tone.

"Well, fine. If I booked this room down beforehand, then it wouldn't be a problem for you right?" The smirk was on his face again.

"What do you mean?"

"I booked this room at the counter just now after you all went up," Wolfram grinned and met his gaze.

Yuuri screwed his brows together and suddenly shouted. "You booked it?!! Hey, this trip is totally free. We don't need to pay for anything but you did what?!"

"Shibuya, I'll leave," grabbing onto his pack, Ukita announced. They both watched him succumbed out the room. After the door was closed, Yuuri turned back to the blonde.

"Rich bastard," Yuuri mumbled loud enough for the other to hear. There was nothing he could do about it if Wolfram really did book it down. He kneeled down and began to unpack his things.

'Having a cute look does come in handy sometimes, I didn't spend a yen,' Wolfram smirked while looking down at the wimp who was busying himself. He kicked his legs and lied down again on the bed, the devilish grin not disappearing.

Of course, he was not planning to tell Yuuri about it.

Because that is what a real 'flirting' is.

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

The first day of activity was arranged by Mr. Adelbert himself. Most of them were focused on their project. They were break into four groups, and two hours to explore the forest, looking for the specimens to record. Yuuri, Murata, Wolfram, and several other four girls were grouped together. Their limit boundaries were set so that they would not get lost. The sea was prohibited too. Disappointed woos were heard around but had immediately died out by another scolding of the tutor. They silenced and began their work. Wolfram brought his camera out. The girls were giggling behind them, apparently being grouped with the prince and the couple of the school was much more attracting than the specimens.

Murata chuckled as Wolfram continued to snap a few pictures gleefully of Yuuri looking into the bushes and below the trunk for any special recognizable plants. On hearing it, Yuuri shot another glare at the blonde.

"Wolf, stop it. Save it for the project. Pictures made those report better." Yuuri reprimanded.

"Ne, Wolfram, Yuuri." They stopped their tracks and turned to the girls.

"Is it true that you two were sleeping together in a room?" One of the girls asked. Yuuri looked over the blond again, expecting him to answer it himself. Wolfram, with a jolt, caught the glance and the meaning. He cleared his throat.

"I booked the room, so, it's not Yuuri's arrangement."

The reactions were rather a total opposite of what Yuuri expected. There were no outbursts of anger. The girls squeaked.

"Oh my god."

"They really…"

A high pitched shriek of excitement from the last girl shocked the boys. Yuuri rounded his eyes and looked over to his friends, who gave him a shrug.

Girls.

Shaking his head, Yuuri resumed checking for the living plants.

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

Later that night, after the tutor had gone back to his room, Yuuri gathered his classmates around in front of the resort. He was going to carry out his activities. Some who were much more interested in recharging their energy had gone to sleep, while some who prefer the sea had ran off to the beach. Since this activity wasn't restricted to everyone, he let them be. In the end, out of 38 people, only 16 of them showed up. As Yuuri beckoned for everyone to sit down in a circle, Wolfram rushed towards, and snatched the one beside the leader before Yuuri's other friend.

The night breeze was even colder, making everyone shivered. Most of them bring along their jacket to wear. After they settled down, Yuuri lit on candle, first and foremost, to bring the light warmth among the group and also…

"Ghost story session," Yuuri declared as the red-yellowish ray lighted up his face. Wolfram yelped and tumbled back on his buttock.

"Are you scared?" Yuuri turned and asked, a little surprise at the reaction of the prince. In the darkness, he wasn't sure whether if it was due to the color of the light that reached the blonde's cheek, or if it was due cover up his misbehave, the blonde's face was bright pink at the comment.

"I'm not! Of course I'm not!!" Wolfram shouted and struggled to sit back again. Laughing internally, Yuuri looked around for other's responses.

"I love ghost story!" Saya responded. Others soon followed and nodded.

"Right, I'll start first," Excited, Yuuri volunteered himself and sat up straight as others strained their ears. They shifted to sit closer together. Yuuri placed the candle down in the middle of the circle, the flame was vibrating back and forth with the rhythm of the wind.

"This is a true story that I read from website." Yuuri paused and scanned his eyes to others, most of which were holding their breath.

"There was this girl, Elnie who stayed with her pregnant sister's house to take care of her because her boyfriend usually arrived late home due to his work. And when she was in her 7th month of labor, her sister asked the girl to stay with her until she could get a maid. Elnie loved her sister so well that she obliged even if her mother refused. Their house was pretty normal except for the fact that it has a similarity to an ancestral house. It was built of old wood that's why if one was going to walk upstairs, you could hardly make a creaking noise. They are also accompanied by Neil's brother, Jeff."

"Then?" Murata who was sitting on his right asked. An annoying look was received from Yuuri when Murata grinned. Yuuri continued.

"Elnie thought that her stay in that house would be just normal but then as time passed, she felt something creepy about her room. It was the largest room in that house, though it was not the master's bedroom. Every time she closed her eyes, she could sense that somebody was watching her inside. She tried to ignore and force herself to go to sleep. But sooner, as she was already drifting off, she could feel that was getting nearer at her, breathing heavily as if it was very tired from something. Then, she heard it whispered in her ear, saying," I loved you so much…." After hearing what he said, she pretended to faint. She didn't want to see what it looked like or who was him. All she knew that time, was she wanted to die. Luckily, she was able to manage herself to sleep.

The same thing happened every night before Elnie went to sleep. She didn't tell her sister about it because of her condition. Elnie just ignored it somehow, she was used to it. One day, she found out by accident the true history of the house."

"She was at her room that afternoon cleaning when she happened to see a mini cabinet behind a dresser. Seized by curiosity, Elnie opened it and found a booklet. It was a property of man named Floyd. The booklet was about his life when he was in high school, his achievements, his family, and his girlfriend. It said that he was madly in love with Elena. But, their relationship didn't last because she died of leukemia. The ending part of the booklet was full of his grievances and refusal the fact that she was gone. As she was about to return the booklet inside the drawer, a faded picture fell. She picked it up and what she saw made her hair stood on end."

Yuuri put a long pause on his talk, enjoying the ghostly atmosphere he was creating.

"The girl was Elena and she looked like her."

There were shrieks from the girls who were sitting cowering together at one corner.

Yuuri jumped again at the sudden jerk beside him. He realized that Wolfram was the one who did it.

"You're scared…" Yuuri leaned over and exhaled his breathe into the blonde's ears.

The goose bumps crept out on his skin. Wolfram roughly pushed at the leader.

"Get the hell away from me, you idiot!" Wolfram stuttered again. Yuuri grinned gleefully and turned his attention back.

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

"What are you doing?" Yuuri asked, aghast. Wolfram, at upon finishing the session that comprised of eight ghost stories after his, had caught ahead of everyone and returned to his room. And as Yuuri got back to his room after a 'goodnight' to Murata and others, he entered his room with his mouth hanging open. This morning, before the blonde did anything weird to their room, the beds were lying side by side with a cabinet that separated them. And now, Wolfram practically pulled out the cabinet from the center when he was gone, and combined their beds together, so that they were now, literally, sharing the same bed.

Yuuri crossed the gap until he reached the center of the room and stared down at the prince who had crawled into the bedding.

"Wolf? What is the meaning of this?!"

"Shut up!" The muffled voice came from underneath the blanket. Yuuri raised his brows. As the figure under the cover shifted into a ball, he caught the meaning and smiled.

"Wow, hang on!" Yuuri mused.

"What!?" The voice had inflected to high-pitch.

"The prince of the school was scared of ghost," Yuuri laughed teasingly. In a trice, the cover was threw open and again, towards his head. He ducked and heard it landed behind his back. The upper half of it was clinging itself dearly onto the bed. Yuuri, amusingly, looked up again to meet a flushed prince. If taken into account the previous two he had seen during their activity, this would be the fifth time. Having seen so many red-faced prince images, he had now able to come to a conclusion that this prince simply could not admit his weakness, but neither did his pride gave him the permission to reveal to others about it, so, he would resolve to denying it until the end. He laughed, making more blood rushing up to Wolfram's ears.

"Thank you so much for your ghost stories!!" Wolfram shouted sarcastically and looked away.

"Sorry, sorry." Yuuri bit back his laugh with wasted efforts, only after receiving yet another glare that he apologized.

"Not a word to anybody!" Wolfram grimaced and let himself fall back into the bedding, sulking and grunting aloud.

Yuuri failed to control, let out a series of laughs and entered the bathroom with his promise. Well, even if he didn't like the idea of sleeping with another person, he decided to put up with it for tonight.

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

"Pendant…" Wolfram whispered when he stepped out from the washroom with his sleeping clothes, which was the nature blue color of the sky. Yuuri followed Wolfram's eyes down towards the blue pendant on his neck. He smiled and removed it.

"This. Conrad gave it to me," Yuuri explained and placed it down on the cabinet which Wolfram rearranged to the side of his bed.

"I know…" Drying his hair with the towel, he sat down on the edge of the bed, looking over to the blonde. Wolfram didn't seem to have finished his words. He remained silence until Wolfram continued again. "That was a pendant given by Julia to him…"

"Julia? Is she his boyfriend?" Yuuri asked, surprised, his movement ceased. If Conrad did give him something his girlfriend's gave him, he had no right to take this.

"No. She was important to him." Wolfram explained. "Very important," The prince stopped and stared ahead at the table lamp. "But she died because of a car accident."

"Eh?" Wave of shock swept over him as he stood stunned on his place. Conrad never told him about that.

"I heard about it from mother. Weller witnessed the accident himself, he saw her from across the road when he visited her. He was unable to save her in time when the car knocked her down." Wolfram continued. "The pain of seeing someone he loved died in front of his eyes yet unable to do anything to save her, you probably won't imagine it from him."

Yuuri looked into Wolfram's side eyes, and realized something sparkled in those emerald orbs. He widened his eyes.

"You…" Wolfram stopped, the gentle glow disappeared with a puff as he caught hold of his eyes again.

"About Conrad…" Yuuri let his sentence hang, the meaning of his words were obvious. Knowing that he had talked too much about it, Wolfram closed his eyes and stood up from his bed.

"NO! No, I don't!"

"Because of that?" Yuuri inquired.

"I used to be really close to him. I trusted him from the bottom of my heart. But! But… you wouldn't understand my feeling." Yuuri's chest tightened as he saw the lithe body trembled.

"But you guys are siblings, right?" Yuuri looked down at his knees. "I have an older brother too. It's true he annoys me sometimes," Yuuri said, the images of Shori demanding him to call him by 'brother' submerged. "But I could never imagine my life without him," He smiled and looked up at the surprised blonde. "Since he's my family."

"It's true that I don't understand your feelings. But you see, Conrad thinks of you as a very important brother even now. I can tell."

The usual Wolfram was gone. The fierceness disappeared. Wolfram glanced past the window into darkness.

"When I was born, I heard that he was with my mother. Right after I was born, I was handed over to him by my mother. And I heard…" The tightened chest of Yuuri was finally relaxing. The dim sparkled reemerged in those green eyes. "… that he carried me very gently to make sure that he didn't drop me." As those green sparkled met his own again, Yuuri smiled. A shock look played across Wolfram's face. He turned away, his back facing him and crossed his arms on his chest.

"That was past! It doesn't mean anything. I hate him! I hate his guts!"

Yuuri let out a dismayed sigh. He shook his head but smiled deeply. The stone on his shoulder was lifted now that he knew, Conrad still stand a chance to be forgiven by his cute brother.

Yuuri turned and spotted a pink material in the prince's suitcase. Bewildered, he moved over it and pulled it out. What he saw nearly made him choked on his own saliva.

"Wolfram, did you take your sister's clothes?" Yuuri asked, the pink frilly night gown on his hands. He lifted it up and showed it to the blonde. Thunderous, Wolfram stormed over and snatched it over.

"I don't have sister." Wolfram twittered.

"Your mother's?"

"Mother didn't wear this kind of night gown, hers was even sexier." Wolfram pouted and swept the clothes into his chest.

"Then, don't tell me…"

"YES! It's mine!" Wolfram snapped, face reddened and snarled at Yuuri's agape mouth. He ignored the double black who couldn't find any word to say and entered the bathroom to change. After which, he heard a hyper-delayed surprised yelp from the other side of the door.

Groaning, Wolfram brushed the edge of the silky gown down on his body.

"Stop giving me that look," Wolfram rebuked threateningly. He threw the cover over himself and lied down.

"I was just surprised that you would wear that kind of dress…" Yuuri whispered, still not over with the shock.

"It's not a dress, wimp! Sleep!" Wolfram shouted. His hands reached up the wall for the switch and in a trice, the light was off.

Yuuri let out a heavy sigh. He had had enough shock for today. He wondered if his heart can still stand it. Creeping into the mattress beside Wolfram, he lied down next to the blonde, who had had his back behind him. He looked up the ceiling and began to shake off everything that happened today. When things finally cleared off a little, he turned aside.

"Wolfram, goodn…" Surprised to find the blond who had averted himself, now was facing him. The eyes were closed under the moonlight. He sprawled on the bed. The dress gown was now tangled around his body, snoring aloud.

"That was fast… and there I thought you would be so afraid that you won't be able to sleep…"

Chuckling softly, he lied down as well.

"Goodnight, Wolf."

But as he closed his eyes, letting the complete darkness conquered his sight, he found something irritable. Frustratingly, he covered his head with the pillow, wanting to cut out the snorting of the blond and if possible, the picture as well. He was deeply annoyed when he felt himself turning half-hard. There was one image that couldn't be shaken off from his head even if he mustered up his strength.

That could never be true! For all his life, he had ascertained himself to be a straight man who would look at nothing else except for the cute and hot chicks. He even disapproved and felt disgusted at the relationship between same sexes. This false relationship he was having with Wolfram was nothing more than an act. But he can't believe he was turning hard, not because of those boobs but...

Black eyes shimmered back in the darkness. The bed creaked as he pulled himself up a little to glance over again, eyes narrowed at the blond who had his mouth half-opened, his throat making the grumpy sound. His hair was glinting with a bright gold-yellow under the illumination of the moonlight. The porcelain skin of his cheek tempted him to caress it. He followed the trace of his skin down to the revealed bare-shoulder where the dress had slipped down. Never had he seen this kind of skin in his life, with no trace of freckles, acnes, scar or any imperfectness that he could find. It was a pure color of milk and silky in appearance. He couldn't resist the urge to touch it…

Realizing that he had fallen into the bewitched magic of the blonde's appearance, Yuuri frowned at his raised palm and his half-leaning posture over the blond. He drew himself back by force and slapped his own face.

But he can't believe he was turning hard, not because of those boobs, but because he was yearning for more, yearning for more of the compressions of the pouty pink lips that were now, still hovering over his mouth.

… TBC …

A/N 1, my million thanks go to AsakuraHannah for encouraging me to update this story faster. I just finished my exam and because this story isn't receiving well so I was seriously thinking of stopping it. Thanks girl! And also to xYstUs!

A/N 2, the ghost story was taken from 'trueghoststorytales'.