Hello! So, since there was only one review on the last chapter (Thank you sooo much to the guest that commented) I thought I would do a little gambling. So, I am going to post two chapters today, and I won't post again till at lest three people comment on either this chapter, or the 13th one. I may relent if I see three reviews on any of the other chapters, but I make no promises. If that doesn't work...then this may turn into a discontinued book. My partner and I won't write if we don't know people are reading what we put so much time and effort into. I REALLY don't want that. So please...tell us what you all think. On a lighter note, please enjoy.
Chapter Twelve
Betrayal. That is the first thing I feel when Wolfram's brothers abandon me to deal with him. The glass I'm holding is suddenly heavy in my hand as I look at Wolfram looking at me like a toddler...it's almost familiar. No, that can't be, I have never met a Lord before, much less one in line for royalty.
"Yuuuuuuriiiii!" He whines again and keep as his arms outstretched towards me. Being cautious I take a step back until I'm leaned up against my bed.
"Wolfram, what the hell happened to you?"
He giggles and manages to get on his feet wobbly. I watch as he spins around trying to catch something that's not there and fall heavily against the desks.
"I dunno...special drink gir' made 'or me! Went out with bubbers to avoid you!"
His words surprisingly hurt me but also confused me. I had beaten him earlier but it was about such a simple matter nothing to-
"Yuuuuriii, you're cuuuute!"
I freeze at his words and listen as he giggles at me. Nothing from what I know about him prepares me to hear that from him.
Before I know what's happening the glass in my hand falls down my leg and drenches my clothes, causing me to gasp.
"Cold.." I grumble as I pick up the cup, it thankfully in one piece despite it being made of glass.
"Don't 'ook away from me!" Wolfram shouts, stumbling over to me and, with a small shriek, falling on top of me.
"Wolfram! Get off me." I snap as he nuzzles into my side like a child, shaking his head vigorously.
"No! Don't wanna!"
"Wolf…" I hiss, Wolfram flinching.
"What...did..you call me..?" He asks, his words strangely clear.
"Sorry," I say embarrassed, "it just came out. I heard your brothers use it and.."
"No. 'ith fine. I like it." At that moment Wolfram's face lights up with a bright grin, his whole face seeming to smile. I gasp, suddenly reminded of someone with the exact same smile...someone who I held so close...but then suddenly Wolfram gets up wobbly, and pulls me up too, deciding to spin us in a circle in a very sloppy dance.
"Weee!" He shouts as we spin around and around.
"Wolfram…" I begin to snap, but when I see him laughing and his child-like smile, the words die on my tongue. It's so strange. When I see him so happy, I suddenly feel this tightening in my chest and my brain hurts, like I've forgotten something...Something important…
Eventually Wolfram thankfully gets tired and falls to the ground in a limp heap, leaving me to put him in his bed and tuck him in.
"Can't let him catch a cold after all." I mutter, sighing as I go into the bathroom and finally change out of my wet clothes. Feeling dry, I slip under my own covers, thinking of the new side I saw from Wolfram that day and dream of a blond haired boy who took my loneliness away.
"Momma...why do the other boys pick on me?"
"Because you're different from them Yuuri...but that's not a bad thing. Just remember what your name means, and who gave it to you."
"You mean uncle?"
"Yes. A very sweet and gentle person."
"Why can't I see him?"
"Because he's very far away. But I'm sure if you're a good boy, and are nice to even those that hurt you, then he'll come to see you."
"Really?"
"Yes. So promise mamma you'll never be curel to people, ok?"
"Ok! I promise!"
Then years passed….and I met someone. A strong, beautiful young boy, who was just like me: alone.
"Wolfram! Wolfram!"
He was so cold at first. But then one day, I found him crying in a empty room, holding torn pices of paper. That's when I realized….both of us only wanted a friend. From that day onward we just got closer and closer….doing everything we could together. But then when I was eight years old….we were torn apart. And I never saw him again. That boy with the golden hair….the one whose smile was like dawn on a beautiful morning…
I groan, shifting in my bed. Suddenly a I hear strange noise, and muttering, I open my eyes, blinking in surprise as the sun blinds me with it's silver morning rays.
Rubbing my eyes I freeze. "Eh tears…?" I mutter, touching my eyes where tears are flowing down my face. "Why...do I feel like I lost something?" I stay like that for another minute till I hear the strange noise again, this time recognizing Wolfram's voice from across the room.
Is that drunk Idiot awake?
With a sigh I get out of bed and walk over to where I had left some water for him.
"Be more considerate to those who are trying to sleep would ya?" I grumbled, turning to look at Wolfram looking like a dead man in his little burrow like area of his bed.
"Sorry…" Comes a strangled voice, my eyes narrowing.
"Wolfram, you ok?" I ask, walking over to his bed. To my surprise I see him wide awake, his breathing labored.
"Oi. What's wrong? Got a hangover?" I ask, gently touching his hand.
"Hot!" I hiss, my other hand going to Wolfram's warm forehead. "You're running a fever. How much alcohol did you drink?"
"Don't...know. Five?"
"Five what," I ask incredulously.
"Don't know."
He moans out his word with his face scrunched up and I roll my eyes.
"Why the hell...ah nevermind. Anyway why don't I get those damp blankets off you?"
Grabbing where only Wolfram's head and hands could be seen I pull back, removing the sweat dampened wool blanket. With the blanket off, I could see the rest of Wolf and ended up nearly laughing my head off. His legs were tangled with the sheet, and he appeared to be on his back with his face turned toward me. He looked like a frustrated caged animal who got stuck in a simple trap.
"What...do you...think you're...laughing at?" Wolf puffs, glaring at me.
"Sorry it's just that you….ah never mind."I shake my head, wondering why I thought him cute. "Anyway we need to cool you down...I'll get a towel wet…" I run over to the bathroom, putting my face towel in the sink and getting it wet. Once it was soaked, I squeeze some of the water out before going back to Wolfram's bedside and putting it on his forehead, Wolfram sighing as it cools him down for a few moments.
"Feel better?"
"Sort of."
"Here, water." I hand him the glass I had been going to drink, Wolfram gulping it down quickly like his life depended on it.
"Umm….need anything else?"
"No…" He goes quiet, and when he speaks again I become rigid. "Thank you..."
I blink in surprise. "What...did you say?"
"No. Thank you."
I blink in surprise, again, and repeat my question.
"What...did you say?"
"Thank you?"
"That's the first time….you've thanked me for something."
"Wha...is not! Whimp." Wolfram snaps, but I could see a his cheeks get slightly redder.
"Whatever. I know your too rude to be kind. Get some rest, we have school in three hours." I sigh, hiding a smirk. With that I go back to bed, waking up a few hours later and taking a shower before checking on Wolfram. I find him wide awake and covered in sweat, his fever still not down.
"Ahh...this sucks. Looks like I gotta take notes for you now."
"I can't miss school. I'm going." His protests led him to try and get out of bed but resulted on me catching him and laying him back in bed.
"Wolfram it's Saturday, we only have our two hour lecture today. It's fine to skip."
"No, I'm going." Wolfram say determined, struggling out of his bed.
"Wolfram you have a fever, stay.."
"You're not my mother. Get out of my way."
I flinch, wolfram's harsh words hitting me hard. I nod coldly, turning my back on him and pack my stuff. Suddenly I hear a loud thump, and turn to see Wolfram collapsed on the floor, panting heavily. I close my eyes and sigh, walking over to him and without another word, picking him up and putting him in his bed.
"Hey…!"
"You're staying here, or I will tell our professors that you were drinking heavily." I warn, gently pushing Wolfram back down which he allows with a grunt. "Now I'll leave some water by the bed, and I'll lock the door on my way out. Try and rest, ok?" I say, smiling softly and giving wolf a quick pat before I grab my stuff and leave, locking our door just as I promised.