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Spring's Symphony Chapter 11:

Morning had engulfed the sky. Birds happily tweeted about a cloudless blue firmament in celebration of the new day.

For Yuuri Shibuya the commencement of the new Tuesday did not ease his mind at all. No, it might have even emphasized his frustration because it contrasted with his mood just too well. To him, the twittering creatures resembled offenders who tried to get him by showing their affection for each other. Well, good for them! They did not discover that they might be gay!

Last night appeared to him as both an enchanting miracle as well as a binding curse. Why in the world did he have to wake up holding a guy in his arms? To be honest, he did not technically wake up embracing a male. After all, he did not open his eyes in a vain attempt to force the feeling of light fluffy golden curls snuggled up against his chest back into his dream before it could become an overwhelming reality. But the more he squeezed his eyes shut, the clearer his vision became.

He remembered vividly encircling the broken blonde into his arms to soothe the depression. In that process he had entered a wonderful world of dreams.

It was a world of chaos, alright, but it gave him a sense of security. It peaked his interest. Cotton-like clouds could be found anywhere; it was as if he was among them, walking on them. Everywhere many different types of clocks and clockworks hung in the air and ticked time away, though Yuuri never found it noisy. While he was walking in healthy curiosity, two people had approached him head on. At first he only made out their silhouettes to be about the similar body structure as him, but when they walked closer and closer, he noticed that one of the people was Wolfram! The blonde wore the most felicitous grin on his face. It lightened his already pale face and gave it an alleviating glow. His deep green irises reflected the other boy's eyes and seemed to resemble liquid gems. Only now, he realized that the couple in front of him was actually holding hands!

But before his heart could make its appropriate response, he noted that the tanned hand linked to the blonde's pale one reminded of his own. Sure enough, seconds later he stared into his own face. Somehow, though he seemed a little different. Yuuri always assumed his own expression as kindly, but the person's visage emitted a higher sense of genteel, instead of naiveté. It could only have been a strange more mature version of himself. Even his hair had grown slightly below his shoulders and was now tied together at the nape of his neck with a beautiful azure bow.

Yuuri could not focus on anything else, until the couple was within hearing radius. Then, he observed his older version turning towards the shining blonde. He saw how he ran a gentle hand along the blonde's cheeks, then bent forward to connect his lips with Wolfram's other cheek. Immediately the blood rushed up and formed a beautiful tinge of rose on the pale skin and a baritone whisper told the flushing boy to stay behind and wait.

Yuuri who showed to be a simple bystander couldn't believe the tingling sensation in his right fingertips as the dark-haired teen in front of him caressed his opposite's cheeks. But his face must have resembled a tomato as his alias bent for the slight touch of lips. He had literally felt the sensation of smooth warm skin brush on his own lips, so that the right back of his hand automatically shot up to cover the sudden pleasurable numbness melting in his lips.

His legs felt shaky and weak, but his heart was thumping with as much as vigor as never before. There was no other way but to sit down to avoid the trembling spreading.

"Hi there! I assume you know who I am?" A low voice, sounding very like his own, spoke up.

"I guess I do. Where did Wolfram go?" Yuuri reined his neck to get a clearer view of what was behind his other self, but the third person had already vanished somewhere.

"I asked him to leave this conversation to me. After all, this is my business." He chuckled softly.

"You don't really believe the, proud Wolfram von Bielefeld to listen to this request, do you?" Yuuri raised an eyebrow.

"It seems that you still are not as close as I though you would be. Wolfram has his very reasonable sides. But that is not why I am talking to you. Do you remember how Wolfram mentioned that there was something you forgot and that no one can tell you?"

"Uhhm, I think he mentioned it."

His long-haired took on a serious tone "You know it yourself. You realized last night that you have feelings for him."

"Woah! Wait! I-it's not like that!" The thumping was back and Yuuri wildly waved his hands in denial. "We are both guys. It's not like that."

"You know very well it is. It was like that and it has always been like that." The other stubbornly replied, shaking his head. "Or else, you could have controlled yourself. You could not because you did not want to!"

"B-but that's!" impossible! Yuuri thought.

"Yuuri, listen to yourself. Listen to your heart, to what it wants. Did you not just feel the shiver inducing sensation, when I touched him? The fact that you could see us already proves my point… It will be morning soon, but remember that from now on I will visit you until you recover what you have lost." He insisted.

Is he not me? How would he know something I do not? A thought flashed through his mind. Unless…"Who are you exactly?" he asked cautiously.

Baritone laughter rang through the entire place at his question. "Simple…I am you."

Before Yuuri had the chance to retort the scenery had faded and moved into distance, darkness and consciousness replaced the lingering feeling of lightness in his mind. His mind seemed to wake, but his physical body refused to move at all, trying to neglect reality.

Despite his attempt, the rhythmic heartbeat and continuous breathing against his chest only became more and more realistic. It was utmost hard not to glow a deep shade of burgundy.

While Yuuri was still focused on his thoughts, a cool zephyr blew against his skin. The other person apparently woke up and left the bed. When the dark-haired teen dared to open his eyes, Wolfram was already in the process of putting on a pure white shirt, which he matched with long black plants. Where did his clothes come from?

"Don't oversleep, henachoko! I'll see you later!" A look on the clock told Yuuri that he still had half an hour before he had to be ready for school. The notion of going back to that fantastic dreamland and solving the riddle that his mind posted him just seemed too alluring. Already his head entered a familiar foggy haziness when the door opened with a creek.

"You didn't have to cling to me that hard. I would have welcomed you, henachoko!" Wolfram disappeared with a smirk.

Argh! Who was the one to cling to me last night! After a sigh, Yuuri recognized the apparently biting remarks of his manager as a proof of his recovery and probably even a shadow of a "thank you".


Their relationship is starting to get very interesting! muhahaha! Thanks for being with me this far, we're almost there! Again, constructive criticism is encouraged ^^

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