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Attraction of Opposites

Chapter Ten: I'm Surrounded By Fools


To: "Lukas Johannessen"

From: "Yao Wang" wangyao

Subject: RE: Siblings

Dear Mr. Johannessen,

They have my approval, and I can only hope that Li Xiao's atrocious attitude towards studying does not rub off on your brother. I must agree that he spends far too much time inside. Thank you for acknowledging me of it.

Sincerely,

Yao Wang


Lukas gave a small smile of satisfaction as he read the email, sending a quick text to Kiku, who relayed the message to Elizaveta, who texted the information to Leon, who wondered when Eliza got Kiku's phone number and then questioned why his brother couldn't have told him himself when he was sitting right next to Leon.

He wasn't even sure why he had agreed to this particular plan. Sure, that was his response to most of Elizaveta's schemes, but this one especially was simply ridiculous.

It was sort of a last-ditch attempt kind of thing, to be honest, but more planned out. If this didn't work, Leon would probably just give up - after all, you couldn't possibly go much further than this.

The plan was as follows: loosely based on the art classroom fiasco, Leon and Emil were to be locked in a room together. However - needless to say, really - Leon would this time be aware of the situation, while Emil would not. With a bit of luck, the situation would force Emil into giving Leon a chance to speak, and the end result would be Leon asking Emil out.

And no, it was more complicated than it sounded, not less.

To start with, Leon needed to be alone in the same room as Emil, at a fairly convenient time, which in itself would be difficult (although having the help of Emil's older brother was greatly useful).

Then he needed to explain to Emil just what the hell was going on without managing to get slapped or punched. Then he needed to propose the idea of a relationship - and argh, Leon was not looking forward to this.

Not that that should come as a surprise.

The probability of success as was surely minuscule - yet Emil's brother seemed pretty optimistic about it, as did Eliza and Kiku...

Leon wished himself luck.


The day was Friday, the time four o'clock. Students all over the country were hurrying out of class, eager to begin the long-awaited weekend. Except, that is, for one - no prizes for guessing who.

Leon grabbed his bag at the end of a particularly tedious Maths lesson, made almost painful by Eliza's 'helpful' tips and hints on how to pull off the whole fiasco. He sauntered confidently out of the classroom, deliberately ignoring the last cries of the supposedly concerned Eliza. (He could've sworn her aim now was solely to torment him, though she assured him with a smirk that she was working only in his best interests.)

Heading for the classroom that Emil supposedly was to be waiting once again for his brother in, Leon quickened his pace and pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking for messages. Paying little attention to where he was walking, he suddenly found himself walking straight into the path of a taller student.

Still not looking up, he began to apologise somewhat insincerely. "Ah, sorry-"

"It's fine," a familiar voice said, causing Leon to tear his eyes away from his phone. His eyes met the figure of a tall, blonde student carrying an instrument case in one hand and an expensive-looking satchel in the other.

"Oh," Leon said, "it's you." These were his last words, as the unknown figure then proceeded to brutally murder him.

...wait, wrong story. Sorry about that. Let's go back, shall we? Get up, children. Leon, stop bleeding all over the floor, it's not becoming. Ready? Let's go.

"Oh," Leon said, "it's you." He looked at Lukas in distaste, mentally taking back his apology.

"Nice to see you too, Leon," the Norwegian replied. "Such good taste my brother has," he added sarcastically, although this was in an undertone.

"Huh?" Leon said intelligently.

"Nothing," Lukas smiled. "Nothing at all. Anyway, are you ready? Clear on the plan?"

"Sure," he replied hesitantly. "A little nervous, I guess, though."

"It'll be fine. Trust me, I know my brother, and I know that this will work. At least, I'm pretty sure it'll work. The chances of failure are slim."

"If it all goes wrong, I'm blaming you, okay?"

"It's not going to go wrong! But don't blame me for your own failures," Lukas said with a small huff of disapproval.

"Whatever, Lukas. I'd better go." Leon began to walk away from the sixth former, mentally yelling curses at the bastard. Prolonged exposure to him seemed to have that kind of effect - how Emil managed to live with it, Leon couldn't understand.

"Don't mess up..." The Norwegian called at his retreating back.


Leon walked into the classroom casually, throwing his bag on the floor and his blazer on top. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Emil look up in surprise, then confusion, and then he straightened his expression. Leon inhaled deeply in an attempt to calm himself, then sauntered over to Emil's desk, sitting down next to him and putting his elbows on the table.

"Hey, Emil," he said brightly.

Emil glanced at him in apparent annoyance. "What do you want?"

You. "Your attention."

"You have it. Hurry up and speak."

"D'ya wanna date?"

Emil narrowed his eyes in a glare at Leon. "Very funny. Now tell me what you actually want."

"I just told you."

Emil's eyes widened slightly. "O-okay. I-I'm just going to go-"

"The door's locked..."

"W-what? Why?"

"Someone locked it."

"No shit? Leon, what is going on?"

Here goes. "I-I've wanted to talk to you for a while now, but you've been ignoring me..."

"So you lock us in a room together?"

"Hey, it wasn't my idea!" Leon threw his hands up indignantly. "Don't blame me, blame Kiku and Elizaveta. And your brother! Blame your brother, not me!"

"Lukas was involved in this? Now I know you have to be making it up."

"No, honestly! It's true! I can show you the email he sent me and everything!" Leon began to pull out his phone to prove himself.

Emil held up a hand to stop him, shaking his head. "Don't bother. On second thoughts, it's exactly the kind of thing my idiotic brother would do. Just hurry up and tell me what you wanted to tell me so I can get the fuck out of here."

"Well," Leon said nervously. "I'm not really sure how to say this, but, erm. I kinda sorta like you?"

Emil raised an eyebrow. "You locked me in a room to tell me that?"

"No, I mean-" Leon sighed. Why is this so difficult? "I mean, like, I like-like you. Like-"

"I know what you meant. What I don't know is why you felt the need to lock me in a room in order to tell me this, Leon."

"Well, because," Leon fiddled with the sleeve of his shirt nervously, unsure of how to word it. Why the hell did Eliza think this would be a good idea? "I wanna date you?"

"Again, I see no reason for locking me in a room because of that," Emil said coldly.

"I-it's not just you! They locked me in here, too!"

"But you did it willingly," Emil pointed out. "You're not making it very easy to avoid regretting my decision to second your previous statement."

"Yeah, but I-" Leon broke off suddenly, staring at Emil. "Wait, what?"

"I said that you're not making it very easy for me to avoid regretting my decision to second your previous statement." Emil pushed his glasses up his nose in his classic haughty manner. "More simply put, I'm not entirely proud of the fact that I would quite like to date you too, Leon."

Leon's mouth fell open in an oh-so-elegant manner. "Wait, so you'll-?"

"Yes, Leon, I believe that's what I said," Emil said in a patronising tone, violet eyes wide.

"Seriously?"

Emil raised an eyebrow condescendingly.

"So I didn't need to make stupid plans that involved your brother - who, by the way, really, like, hates me? - and Eliza and Kiku and God knows what else?"

"No, Leon. And Lukas appears to hate everyone at first, although I wouldn't blame him if he happened to actually hate you."

"Well, fuck," Leon said bluntly. "But wait, why were you ignoring me?"

Now it was Emil's turn to flinch uncomfortably and rub at his cheek nervously. "I wasn't ignoring you."

"Yeah, you were - wait," a wide smile spread across Leon's face, "you were avoiding me because you didn't know how to handle a crush, right?"

"N-no! Of course not!" Emil's pale cheeks were beginning to flush a delicate pink in his embarrassment.

"That's it! That's totally it! Oh my god, that's why Lukas was so confident about it working! He could totally tell from that! Oh god, Emil - that's so adorable!"

"I'm not some sort of kitten, don't call me adorable," Emil muttered.

"And you're not even denying it! Fucking fuck, why didn't I see it before? You're just so goddamned sweet, Emil-"

"Yeah, alright, you can shut up now," Emil said quickly. "You're worse than Matthias, you know that?"

Leon refrained from saying anything else on the subject, although the smirk remained firmly on his face. Emil scowled at him, pulling his phone out of his pocket and redirecting his attention to that.

"Oh Emil! You rebel! You had your phone in your pocket?! What is the world coming to?" Leon cried, gasping dramatically.

Emil glared at him. "Shut up, Leon."

"Aww, Emil..." Leon said out of disappointment. "C'mon, you basically just agreed to be my boyfriend! Now isn't the time to suddenly join the rest of the teenage population in a mass addiction to the internet! We should be celebrating!"

No reply from Emil.

"Emiiiiiiiil..." Leon whined.

Emil's fingers made a quiet tapping noise against the screen of his phone. "You sound like my brother when he wants something," he remarked idly.

Lukas is secretly whiny? Leon added that fact to a mental list of Stuff To Use Against Emil's Arsehole Of A Brother. "But Emiiil..."

No further acknowledgement.

Leon started prodding Emil's cheek to get attention. "Emiiiiii-"

"Stop," Emil said sharply. "What is it that you want now?"

Leon smirked. "You."

"And how long have you been waiting to be able to reply with that?"

"Too long, baby."

Emil gave a long-suffering sigh. "Fools. I'm surrounded by fools."

"I think 'fools' is a little too far," Leon frowned. "There's only one of me in here."

"...I don't quite know what to say to that."

"Don't say anything, just shut up and kiss me," Leon said mock-seductively.

To his utmost surprise, Emil moved over to sit by him and obliged.

Although it was a simple kiss on the lips, Leon's eyes widened at the action. "Hey," he said indignantly, once Emil had moved away. "I'm the one who's meant to make the first move!"

"Oh, yes?" Emil said, cheeks slightly flushed at his own action "And why is that?"

"Because I'm the most experienced, obviously. And more smooth, and undoubtedly the older-"

"The latter I strongly doubt. Actually, all of that I doubt."

"Huh? Why?" Leon pouted.

"You're fifteen, yes? I'm sixteen, though my birthday is in June. And I've already witnessed just how 'smooth' you are, Leon. And as for experience, I've had a few relationships," Emil said smugly, throwing Leon a satisfied and somewhat playful smirk.

"Wait, why are you in the same year as me, then?" Leon asked, arching an eyebrow. "And I'm very smooth, if you don't mind. So smooth that you just miss my smoothness."

"You remember how I said I moved to England and started here in Year Seven, yes? Before I started here, my parents decided it would be a good idea to send Lukas and I to a rather prestigious school that wasn't exactly worth the good reviews it received. On top of that, as I told you, my English was terrible, and I kept getting ill that year due to stress and other things, so I was out of school quite often. Lukas was fine, since he'd been learning English for longer and it was only his second language, not his third, and he doesn't get stressed easily. But I repeated that year when I came here so as to catch up. And that didn't make any sense, Leon."

"Oh, right," Leon said, unsure of how to reply. "So you're nearly seventeen?"

"I am," Emil confirmed.

"Right," Leon said awkwardly.

An uncomfortable silence followed after that, neither quite sure of how to proceed.

"So, d'ya wanna-"

"Would you mind if-"

They stopped abruptly, gesturing for the other to continue.

"...you first," Leon said.

Emil gave him a small, grateful smile. "Would you mind if we waited a while to actually go on dates and the like? I would quite like to focus on my work for the next few weeks, as I have a few mock exams coming up."

"Sure," Leon replied easily. "Now can we, like, y'know, hug and stuff?"

"'Hug and stuff'?" Emil repeated, raising an eyebrow at Leon, then shrugged. "Why not?"

Leon grinned and pulled the taller student down slightly so he could wrap his arms around him and pulling him closer. "So that's why you're taller than me," he mused. "Because you're older than me."

Returning the embrace, Emil smirked again. "That and the fact that you're petite, to put it nicely."

"I'm not small," Leon grumbled into Emil's collar.

"Of course not, Leon. Of course not."


A/N: what are you talking about I totally did not plan to post this hours ago and got sidetracked by family and friends nope not me

I'm really sorry it took me so long to produce this... My motivation has died somewhat. I seem to be getting more and more ideas for sad stories - both original and fanfiction - after I gave in to the plot of the last thing I uploaded... Ah, well. I'm sorry about the failure of email addresses in the last chapter, by the way. And the failure of a strikethrough in the a/n. Ahhhhhh. iPads. Not so great for uploading stuff from.


relientkpanda: ahhh, thank you friend :) ah, yes, I should probably start proofreading my chapters before I upload them, no? XD thank you again!