Title: Gone

Chapter 11: Our fight

Written by Lisse08

This story rating is now M due to this chapter. XD

"Yuuri…?"

The orbs were shinier than usual, but the way they gleamed in the darkness way different, it was scaring him. Wolfram backed away from the approaching boy. Fear engulfed him. He took few more steps back. This Yuuri is a total stranger to him.

"Ah!"

In a trice, Yuuri had ended the gap between them, pushing the blonde forcefully into the bedding behind him. Surprised by the act, his instinct had made him push at Yuuri's chest.

"What are you doing?!" Yuuri caught hold of the prince's tightened fists and forced them to leave his body.

"I have always wanted you, Wolfram." He hushed in a deep voice.

The startling confession seemed to catch Wolfram's attention.

"Hah…?"

"Don't you feel the same for me?" Yuuri whispered. Wolfram didn't reply the question. He couldn't think straight. 'This is not happening…'

A thin smile appeared on Yuuri's face. He edged in closer, satisfied greatly that Wolfram did not give any sign of protest. It implied that he had gotten the answer that he wanted. He licked out his tongue and let it touch the blonde's cheek. Wolfram flinched, his heartbeat increased, clearly telling him that this is no dream.

"I know you always did. Be mine, Wolfram."

Entranced by the black sky, Wolfram drew in breathe, his heart thudding hard against his chest.

"Wolf…" He twisted his head aside, squirming at the kisses Yuuri was making on his neck. He felt a ruffling, a rough touching across the surface of his shirt. As it slipped underneath and reached his skin, it brought a flip to his stomach.

"No… Nhaa…!" Gasping, his fingers clung onto the raven black's shirt, feeling the bareness of the warmth skin on his length, slowly stroking him and breaking him down. His whole body shuddered against Yuuri.

"You're so cute."

He shut his eyes as Yuuri dipped on his tips hard, then, leaving the trace of the pre-cum along his burning length.

"Wolf…"

"No! Yuuri, wait," his palms were pushing at Yuuri's chest, with a real intention to get him away from him.

"I told you…" Yuuri whispered. Wolfram snapped his head aside once more, wet and heat was felt between his thighs.

"No…" Even using his strength to its fullest advantage, it wouldn't budge. He realized, Yuuri was much stronger and heavier than he thought. "Wait, I said, wait…"

"I." Yuuri lifted up one of his legs over his shoulder. His whole body was weakened.

"Yuuri."

"Can't."

"Unn…" Grip became tighter.

"Wait."

"Aahhh!" The feeling of being filled drew tears.

With a jerk, Wolfram snap opened his eyes. He was drenched in sweat. He swallowed hard in the dark and put his hand over his forehead, the other on his chest. It was pounding fast and fierce against his palm. He drew in breath and out, counting numbers silently inside.

Relief that his heart beat had slowly returned to normal after awhile. He let out the longest sigh. Following the moonlight that shone through the velvet curtain, his eyes found the double black who was sleeping dead on his side. He cursed mentally, shaking his head in strong disapproval.

How could he have such a lustful dream? And of all people, why this wimp?!

"I have always wanted you, Wolfram."

'Get out!!' Wolfram roared at the words silently.

"I know you always did. Be mine, Wolfram."

"Shut up."

"I."

"Yuuri."

"Can't."

"Unn…"

"Wait."

Wolfram jerked subconsciously.

"STUPID!!" He cried in frustration and defeated. Grabbing his pillow, he aimed and whacked it hard on Yuuri's grumpy face, who scratched his nose after the reward as if it was nothing and muttered something that sounded like 'shut up'. Satisfied to have avenged for it, he returned to his side and resumed his sleep. But his mind was still full of what he had just seen. He squirmed in the darkness as questions sank in.

That's kind of impossible, right? Yuuri didn't prepare me for it… he just rammed it in and…

His hands slipped into the cover and slowly found his way down his back. He shut down his eyes.

Yuuri's touch, his kisses and his love… It doesn't hurt like I thought it would… It was so…

"Aahhh!"

The wave shot through in his stomach. He could see something bulged out underneath his body from above the blanket.

"NOOO!!" Wolfram let out a yelp and rushed into the bathroom. The double black groaned a little but did nothing else, his ears were now blocked from everything, even the soft moaning that was elicited from inside the bathroom was impermeable to him.

"Serve you right!" Wolfram spat after giving the double black a punch on his face. He was in serious anger and disbelief. He couldn't believe that he had to pleasure himself in secret because of this wimp. He snarled again. This wimp was sleeping like dead person! He threw himself back on the bed with a violent bounce, not caring whether if it would wake his partner up because Wolfram knew he wouldn't even wake up in the first place from the commotions he had made, and went to sleep.

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

A hard kick against his stomach had Yuuri awakened in his bewildered shock. The glare of the sunshine lighted the room in bright yellow. The stabbing pain overwhelmed his sleepiness in seconds. Yuuri groaned out, his eyes reopened to seek for the attacker. And just in time, to catch it red-handed when the legs were aiming for another kick at his gut.

"Wolf!!" Yuuri shouted. To be wakened up in this kind of situation really did not please him at all. The prince did not seem to register his word, but was mumbling in dream. Yuuri shook his head and laughed to himself, he was unable to understand any of it but the blonde's face looked so innocent that he couldn't bring himself to scold him any further. He felt a dull pain on his cheek but he blamed it to his sleeping position.

He gathered up his scattered spirit and walked into the washroom.

"What is this?!!" Yuuri shrieked at the reflection. How will a wrong sleeping position presented his face with a black circle on his right eyes? The bruise seemed to result from either a kick or a punch. And the only suspect would be none other than…

He flung out the washroom.

"Wolf!!"

Wolfram stirred in his sleep, his eyelids slowly fluttered open. He was still in a confused state.

"What is it…?"

"This!" Yuuri pointed to the blackened eye. That seemed to have caught Wolfram's attention now. The blonde blinked and some senses knocked into his mind. The clouding in the green sea disappeared.

"Oh…" Wolfram commented. Had he punched that hard?

"Don't give me 'Oh'. How did you…?" Yuuri grumbled. He stole another look at the nearby mirror. This is going to be hard to cover even with mascara. He looked like a live-version of panda. Wolfram couldn't control his lips from quirking up.

"That was my payback. Who ask you to appear in…?!" Wolfram retorted but clasped his hands in time to stop the rest of the words came out. '… in my dream and fuck me?' He's going to die of embarrassment if he let this out to Yuuri. He would never live his life down with Yuuri if that happened.

"I'm going to separate this bed tonight, no argument." Yuuri commanded without listening to his explanation and stormed back into the washroom. Had he threw another look at the blonde who was sitting on the bed, he would have guessed the reason from the face that was blushing furiously.

Xxxx Wolfam xxxX

"We start at 8, get changed. I'm heading down first," Yuuri stated when he finished. He decided to do nothing about the bruise since no matter how hard he rubbed, he couldn't get rid of it. He thought he might have worsened it by doing that.

"Yuuri, sorry about that…" Wolfram stammered and pointed towards his face. That surprised Yuuri a little. From what he recalled, Wolfram had never apologized to him. Based on this, Yuuri smiled and decided to let it go.

"Don't worry about it. Just bear in mind, if you punch me again, whether if it's subconsciously or not, you'll get your share as well." Yuuri warned.

Wolfram replied with a 'humph'. Blinking, Yuuri shook his head in defeated.

"I'm leaving, catch up with me later," he walked out.

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

He descended the stairs leading to the main-entrance. Upon seeing the receptionist, he stopped his footsteps and walked over. This was a different one from yesterday.

"Miss…" the girl looked up, Yuuri peeked over at her uniform and saw the name that was emblazoned gold on the tag pinned there, read the name 'Sangria'.

"Sangria," glad that she smiled, Yuuri proceeded. "I want to ask whether if we could use the garden outside today. I mean the barbeque area."

"Sure, it's exclusively for tourist."

"Thanks," Yuuri smiled and turned away. Purely out of curiosity, he tilted his head back.

"How much is the room here per night?"

He could see that she was quite surprised by the question. But he didn't understand why she turned rather red the next second.

"It… It's eight hundred yen for a twin-sharing room, sir." Yuuri frowned, that was quite high. Nevertheless, he thanked her again. He didn't miss the disappointed look flashing across her face.

Just as he took one step out, he heard a sigh followed by words that made his blood ran cold.

"Ah… that was the same question he used… I thought I… Doria was so fortunate to be hit on by that blond... I guessed I don't have that kind of beauty…"

Yuuri froze. It was as if the nerve that controlled his calm snapped into half in his body. The frustration was raising the temperature in his blood. He stormed out the resort.

"Shibuya, what happened to your eyes?" Murata asked as soon as they met up outside.

"Ah?" Yuuri had completely forgotten about that. He was too busy with dealing with his pent-up anger.

"Wolf, that guy, he punched me during his sleep!" Yuuri snapped. The threatening in his voice could be sensed easily by anyone. Murata laughed.

"Whoa, he really gets on your nerve this time."

"He always gets on my nerve!" Yuuri corrected.

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

Wolfram kept a good distance of three metres from Yuuri when they started off another seeking project again. This time, they headed south. He didn't know why, Yuuri seemed mad to him about something. He soon found out the reason and confirmation from Murata after threading several more feet away from the resort. Murata slowed down deliberately and soon followed in pace with the blonde.

"This is the first time I see Shibuya to be this mad," Murata mused to him.

"What happened?" Amazed, Wolfram turned to hold the gaze and asked.

Murata shrugged nonchalantly.

"I think it might be related to his bruised eye."

Wolfram blinked. He had apologized to him earlier and Yuuri had forgiven him. What's with him now? Was Yuuri that unreasonable?

He gulped and thrashed faster among the trees.

"Yuuri!" He called out. The double black didn't answer. Wolfram hurried up and in a moment had himself right behind him.

"Yuuri," he didn't know what to say. He just waited for the double black to say something. But the tension was high. Yuuri was bending down, studying a few white-stripping mushrooms.

"You didn't book the room, did you?" The solemn voice changed so deep that Wolfram couldn't believe it was from the same Yuuri he knew. The sense of detachment delayed his brain to receive the signal of understanding the question. When he did, he was surprised.

"Well… I…"

"Why did you lie?" Yuuri impeached, his voice raised. Yuuri stood up and spun around to face him at once. Wolfram recoiled and took a step back.

"I… I didn't lie. My name is in the booking list." Wolfram protested.

"Stop defending for yourself. I heard about it. You flirt with the receptionist to get the room? I would never expect you, the prince to do something like this. Have you got no self-respect?!"

Blaze of anger hit Wolfram's chest. It grated him the most when somebody challenged his honour.

"I don't need others to point out where my self-respect is! You're the one who said that we're free to flirt with anyone we want!"

Disbelief was written all over Yuuri's face. Wolfram's rage was out of his expectation. He had thought that if Wolfram apologized and understood his reasons why he was angry, he would have forgiven him. But he didn't seem to have any remorse for it. Yuuri swallowed his breath, suppressing the upward rage. He tightened his clenches.

"I don't care who you flirt with! I'm angry because I'm supposed to be fair and not let you did whatever you want. But you went over the line and even…"

"Why do you care so much about what others think??" Wolfram shouted in hysteric. The darkening spiral of distress was swelling in his heart. He cared. Yuuri cared about others opinion towards him and knowing this only worsened his feelings.

"Don't you care as well?! Isn't that the reason why you asked me to be your boyfriend? Isn't that the reason why you tell me not to flirt with others?!"

"That was different!"

"NO. They are the same! But while you restricted me not to do this or that, you did those…" Another seed of rage surged through his vein, imagining the blonde flirting with the girl. "… those forbidden things yourself! Is this fair?!"

"So, you want to be fair??" Wolfram barked. There were flames in those extravagantly bright orbs.

'Wait… Wait a second…'

"Then, be fair it is! I'm the one who's restricting you, right? From now on, you're free to flirt with any bitch you want! I wouldn't prohibit you! And if you don't care whom I flirt with, then…" Wolfram's fierce gaze swept past his shoulder, his sentence hanged. Yuuri didn't need to turn. Quite the contrary, he would be surprised if all their shouting didn't manage to attract any nearby students. He was right, for Wolfram's tone had turned unexceptionally calm suddenly but he didn't complete his last statement. "I'll move out tonight so you don't need to worry about it." Wolfram walked past him. Yuuri soon knew what his unfinished sentence was about. He wheeled around sharply, to see that the blond had gone near a girl of their group who apparently, came when she heard the fight.

"Are you alone? I'll do it with you, do you mind?" Wolfram smiled at the girl, namely Shiori. A vein popped up on Yuuri's forehead. He can't believe that Wolfram was flirting right in front of him!

"Let's go," Yuuri was even more enraged when Wolfram pulled the bewildered girl away from the place. If he could measure the intensity of his anger by level, it had just surge from seventy to over hundred. The seething boiling could have burnt him.

"Wolfram!" Yuuri shouted after them.

'Why did it turn out like this??'

Yuuri scratched his head furiously, his hair messed up totally in a second. The bark on the soil infuriated him even more. He kicked at it to vent his anger, forgetting that it was solid and ended up with a throbbing pain on his toes. Grabbing onto his knees, half hopping to keep his balance, he yelped into the forest, setting the birds to flight from the highest nests.

Xxxx Yuuram xxxX

"Well done, everyone. Get changed and later, Shibuya will have jobs for you all," Yuuri plastered a falsely smile at the teacher. Murata chuckled beside. He could have guessed that these two were having some lover fight when he saw Wolfram was standing really far away from Yuuri, deliberately intimidating himself with Shiori.

"What are you angry about?" Murata teased.

"Everything, Murata, don't provoke me any further." Yuuri cursed and marched up the stairs, staring daggers at the blonde and the girl in front. Murata laughed and patted his back. His wisdom had told him to take Yuuri's words seriously because he was seeing darkened cloud gathering above his black hair, its stored lightning ready to strike anyone, anytime. He left ahead of him, not forgetting to give the blonde another cunning smile as he passed by him. Wolfram snapped his head over, not replying his smile.

They reached the second floor. He stopped beside the banister, observing every movement his 'boyfriend' was making. His grips onto the wooden handrails tightened when the blonde didn't have the intention to stop. He stormed down his foot and shouted up, releasing his storm.

"Wolfram von Bielefeld! Third floor is prohibited to guys!"

Wolfram cringed at the full name. That was such an insult to him, especially when it came from Yuuri. Shaken by anger, He threw his arms into the air and spun around.

"Since when did you have rules like that?! I don't recall you mentioning about it yesterday!"

That caught Yuuri off guarded. He screwed his brain and interjected with the first excuse that came to his mind.

"I just made it!" It was lame, he knew and there were a lot of loopholes to pick from. Just like he expected, Wolfram started attacking those weak points.

"Now, who's the one being unfair here? We want to be fair, isn't it?" Wolfram yelped. This time, because they were in an enclosed building, their voices had travelled up and down the whole stairs, echoing through the corridors. People have started to stick their heads out from inside their rooms, listening and enjoying the heated scenes.

"Don't make excuse! I'm just telling you, it's impudent for you to go up there!"

"I don't have those insolent thoughts like you, perv! You, of all people right now, don't have the right to tell me what I shouldn't do!" Wolfram shouted back and to everyone's shock (to Yuuri it was equivalent to having a heart attack), the blonde seized Shiori's hand and turned his back to Yuuri. That did it.

That really did piss Yuuri off!

"I have every right to do that!" Yuuri yelped and carried his foot up, towards the blonde who had turned back again at the thundering footsteps that might have shaken the whole stairs. His piercing gaze directed right into Wolfram's heart. The blonde however, held the gaze unwaveringly.

"Oh, as my leader?" Wolfram taunted. Yuuri was two steps below him.

"Wrong, as your boyfriend!" Yuuri snapped and clasped onto his free wrist in a swift motion. The prince jerked in the grasp and released his right hand that was holding onto Shiori's. Emerald eyes lose its fiery flame at once and become unresponsive at everything that was happening. That referred to him, being dragged down the stairs and back on the corridor by Yuuri. When he could finally react, he was already shoved into their room by the double black, half stumbling to find his footage.

Yuuri closed the door shut. He just can't believe he had said that!

"Was that an act?" Yuuri froze at the question that came from behind him. Slowly, he turned around to face the blonde, who had gotten himself perched on the bed, his eyes searching for an answer on his face.

"Wolfram, stop this meaningless fight, alright? We won't benefit from this." Yeah, it was meaningless. He had even forgotten which part of these whole matters that displeasured him. Was it Wolfram's lying to him? Was it Wolfram's selfishness? Or, was it Wolfram's flirting with other girls? The denial seeped in again. He had to rule out the last possibility and continuously ascertained himself that it was because of the first two with great effort.

Even now, as he looked at the blonde's figure. He had known well that Wolfram was not the type who is willing to surrender. Judging on this, he could foresee that if it continued, then this fight probably wouldn't even end when they returned. If he wanted this to end, it must be him who should take this step back.

"So, it is an act." Wolfram stressed on, not wanting their topic to be changed that easily.

"Wolfram," Without another word, the prince had marched towards the corner of the room. Yuuri watched in silent to see what he was up to, and it hit him that Wolfram was heading towards his suitcase.

"What are you doing?" Yuuri inquired.

"I'm moving out," Wolfram mumbled and began tossing his properties into it.

"Wait," Yuuri called.

"What?" Wolfram glanced up, annoyed. The raven black gulped but didn't swallow back what he wanted to say.

"You can't just leave like this. Look, you have used this room for a night already and since I'm the only one who knows about the truth and…" Yuuri was really testing his patience.

"Cut the crap. Get to your point!" Wolfram shouted, making the other ceased. The black eyes darkened before a sigh left his mouth.

"Stay." Yuuri had indeed chosen the shortest phrase as commanded.

Wolfram drew in a sharp breathe, unnoticeable by the other. The pounding in his ears were increasing. The same chemical effect was mixing in his body. The silence in the room pressed upon them again, but this time, both of them could tell that it belonged to the comfortable one.

Wolfram didn't plan to break that. He returned to his suitcase and rumbled into the contents.

"Wolfram…?" Yuuri asked, wanting to know the decision he had made.

"Adelbert only gave us an hour." Wolfram said simply and drew out a new pair of trousers and dark-green leisure cloth. He headed over the bathroom and closed the door in another second. The splashing of water sprinkling down, hitting against something making a dull sound could be heard from the hollow room. Yuuri subconsciously smiled as he registered the blonde's actions.

Really, actions speak louder than words. His grin spread.

The chill water was dripping down his body. He closed his eyes, shampooing his glossy hair under the sprinkle. He could hear the word that was reciting again and again, eventually forming into a necklace with that single word replicating itself and decorating it as ornaments. A humming tone left his quirked up lips.

Wolfram sworn he would give up anything for this kind of necklace to appear again in his life.

... TBC …

A/N

Thank you so much for these following people for rebooting my spirit, Dear Lunacy, xYstUs, AsakuraHannah, hwoosh, -NO NAME, s-a-w, krazysycochick and CrazyCartSalad.

Next chapter, Our troubles…

Like what Miko Shibuya (yuuri's mother) said, accidents happened.