I seriously think I might have the same problem as Yuuri in some way... -_- I'm so sorry about forgetting to upload I'm about to have vacation so that I get more and more work piled on my plate It's such a bad excuse though that I feel pathetic saying [typing] it
Anyway, this chapter really fun to write ! But at the same time really hard as well so please forglive me if you don't like it. I tried my best, even rewrote it twice...and I now quite like it, actually ;)
Here's a bit of a recommendation though: Please, if you only feel slightly lost, you should reread the previous chapter especially the ones that lead up to the kidnapping! In this chapter and in the next ones I will frequently refer back to those moments, as, even though it has been about 10 chapter, in the story only about 3 or 4 days passed :) This chapter particularly mirrors with the flashback I mentioned in one of the first chapters [I think it was 3]...
Spring's Symphony Chapter 13:
"Wolfram? Is that you?" Yuuri's lower lip was trembling from the shock. Did top-celebrity Wolfram von Bielefeld just suggest that he was Mitsuki Sakai, the weird president? Unconsciously his right hand slowly moved upwards to touch the white sleeves of the other's uniform. It had a soft, pure texture. Uncontrollably, his fingers crawled their way up towards the rather delicate wrist and slid down to hold the hand, all while his heart thumped at hyper-speed.
"Wolfram, this is not funny. Why are you wearing my school uniform to my school?" This is not possible. It can't be possible.
Instinctively he closed his eyes, simply letting the wind play with his bangs, while waiting for the response. Sure he was used to Wolfram's humor, but this was going a little too far. Nevertheless, even though his brain seemed to recognize the fallacy, his heart still fell for it. He somehow simultaneously felt grand pleasure and sad disappointment.
The miserable side of him did not seem surprised as the warmth clinging to his back disappeared and was replaced with a gentle zephyr of the wind. Instead, two firm hands stretched out to hold his shoulder, and Yuuri made out an unbelievably low whisper that belonged to nobody but Wolfram. Shivers ran down his spine, acting as an omen to the upcoming clash of memories. His body reacted as if on cue and Yuuri's upper body automatically leaned forward in anticipation of sweet pleasure that the roots of his memories predicted.
"…I remember…"
Thousands of pictures fell from all corners of his mind together to form a short film, of what had been itching on his mind. The moment they collided felt like a giant explosion inside his head, and he felt the need to squeeze his eyes in order to lessen the pain. He would have screamed if he could, but it was no external pain, it was like he was catching up on years of memories in one split of a second causing his brain to overheat.
He had not noticed that he was clenching the grass on the ground so hard in his hands that the green chloroplast oozed out to paint them green. He was panting heavily. But the wave of realization had already washed past, and the only things that stayed were the recollections of his first day of school and a certain blonde, saving him from a bunch of bullies.
That guy…was..."Wolfram?"
When Yuuri finally opened his eyes, the world seemed to spin around him, until it stood still at two large emerald eyes staring back at him in sympathy.
"It's alright Yuuri. I'm here" he whispered in a calm baritone voice.
Wolfram felt a surge of panic when the trembling stopped and large innocent orbs were directed at him. He thought about what to do, how to act. At some point, he almost felt like having a dissociative identity disorder, for showing so many different personalities to the person he actually wanted to show his true self to. But after a long time of thinking, the TV star made up his mind to simply be reckless for the first time of his life. Who cared about keeping some kind of façade up? Is that not what everyone around him was doing? Wolfram could do better than that. He was better than that.
"It's alright Yuuri. I'm here"
The helpless puppy in front of him seemed to internally fall apart, except for that one glimmer in his eyes that showed him that Yuuri regained some of their shared memories. He felt like some evil witch had cursed their luck at first, and he still did occasionally, but this shining in the other's eyes made him feel like they were not abandoned by fate after all.
After about ten minutes the panting began to abide, Yuuri's paleness seemed to retreat as well, his skin finally returning to its usual tanned brown. The dark-headed teen sat up after a while, supporting himself on the tree-trunk beside him, and simply stared to a cloudless sky through the tiny gaps in between the many branches of sakura flowers.
For a moment silence ruled their conversation. Time ticked by at leisure. Both of them felt invisible clockworks knocking time away in a constant rhythm, but neither dared to say anything. I was as if awkwardness after the confession and after regaining memory in confirmation had momentarily ripped time apart. Wolfram could feel his heart crying to be let out of its cage. His hands were exceedingly warm, almost to the point of sweating, yet he sort of knew that Yuuri must be going through the exact same process.
"I kind of liked your costume, now that I think of it. I've never even suspected a thing." Yuuri seemed to converse with the heavens when Wolfram observed the other's exposed neck from looking upwards.
"Hmpf! I'm glad I don't have to wear it ever again." The celebrity crossed his arms in front of his chest. "You have no sense for fashion!"
At this statement warm laughter rang through the air. "I am just glad that you are still you."
"Why should I not be? You better study those lines of yours. I don't want to be held back because of you!"The blonde accused.
"Yeah, yeah! Don't worry about it. I think I will miss that brown hat and the ridiculous red glasses. I also liked the blue eyes. I have to admit that was an amazing idea! I would have recognized you green eyes immediately! They are so beautiful I always get lost in them, you see…" 'I didn't just say that aloud did I?' Heat rushed up his face as he realized he could not take back what he just mentioned.
Nevertheless, his opposite turned an even deeper wine color: 'Only Yuuri could be that honest!'
Quietude stretched between them again. It seemed to intend to disrupt their conversation as soon as it got the chance to, and stayed as long as it wanted. For both of them it represented a barrier that further pressed them apart, as it continued to claim more and more space in the air.
"So…why did you not tell me earlier…when we met?" the double black suggested in a light tone, but still staring upwards.
"I was told to let you naturally remember...you don't know how many times I wished I could have simply pulled you over and yelled the whole truth into your oblivious face."
As a response the other released his famous sheepish smile. But seeing the blonde face away, his heart filled with compassion due to embarrassment. He could not imagine what he would have done if it had been someone close to himself.
"I always remembered the first day, but that incident completely left my mind. I wonder why?" It was more a private thought hovering in his own mind, but the atmosphere demanded him to share everything he had, just like the previous night.
"We don't know…I can't tell you really more than you find out yourself. It depends on you, and I'm not sure what I can do." A sense of defeat threatened to crush him, as he became painfully aware of his incompetence.
"It's alright. I feel that it'll be easier to remember with you here, since it's related to you." Yuuri chuckled to himself.
"That's one of the reasons why you will be doing Spring's Symphony with me." At this moment Yuuri observed the blonde standing up from the spot inches next to him, throwing an almost intimidating shadow on him. "You can't tell me that you read from the middle of the plot again, and have no idea what the story is about?"
Why did Yuuri feel so caught at Wolfram's correct assumption? He appeared to be correct to just assume that Wolfram probably knew many of his habits. It was strange to know that someone else knew you better than yourself. For a second, Yuuri felt like he was simply a tinier part of a huge universe. But before he could worry about feeling inferior, the glorious person in front of him held his hand out to signal him to follow.
Yuuri felt blissfully grateful as a strong force pulled his legs upward and familiar warmth filled his hand. He could finally walk again. This time, he knew what he was looking for.
"By the way: I'm already yours. Always have been."
Shocked at this reference, the dark haired teen looked up to a dazzling smile, different from all the sarcastic grins he received before, different from commercial expressions, but the true smile he somehow always wished for.
Hahaha... my attempt at a moment of epiphany :) By the way, if you have not noticed: Wolfram's last statement is the response/next line to Yuuri's line in the previous chapter ;D My whole purpose of writing the fanfiction is to catch the moment of these last two chapters! And now I'm quite satisfied with myself :) The next few chapters will handle Yuuri's memory loss and a loooot of flashbacks in order to explain the many questions I rose in this fanfic! Though, just as this chapter's last part was incredibly hard to write [I don't really outline], the flashbacks and next chapter are still not good enough for me ... They are even harder to write about *sigh*
I will though, finish this fanfiction! I quite fell in love with it, and I quite like the way it turned out :)
The green button needs a little push to encourage the writer :) so please share a little of your thoughts.
Also, thanks to all those reviews/ story alert/favs for last chapter :) I was truly happy!