Guys, I can't believe I am about to publish the last chapter :( This one was exceptionally hard to write, and to plan! I rewrote this twice, but now I am sort of satisfied with it. The problem that they are facing here is Yuuri's amnesia. Just for the once that have not noticed Yuuri's faulty memory yet. Here I go! Spring's Symphony's last chapter!

Spring's Symphony Chapter 14

A sense of claustrophobia filled Yuuri when he became hyper conscious of the pale hand wrapped loosely around his shoulders. His fists were clenched as his heartbeat went on a Formula 1 race. He felt slightly squished in Wolfram's loose arms, even though they were walking through the commodious foyer of Shin Makoku productions and even though his heart felt overly felicitous. He decided not to give it too much thought. Rather, they undoubtly looked like an item together, causing him some degree of anxiety.

After Wolfram had confessed his masquerade to Yuuri and he became aware that something caused the impairment on his memory, he had several moments where everything around him became hazy, and he was on the verge to seeing cloud land and his older self. Not even yelling or shouting wildly could shake of that feeling of loosing control. Wolfram had noticed as well, and provided as much support as he possibly could, but miraculously insisted on his participation on the play.

When they entered Gwendel's office together in order to sign the necessary documents, the moment of claustrophobia had momentarily vanished.

"Congratulations Wolfram. Here are the documents. " Gwendel appeared to be as gloomy as usual, but Yuuri could detect a corner of a smile plastered on his lips. It looked very like Wolfram's trace of a laugh.

"Onii-san, rehearsal is today is it not?" A stiff nod from the original manager caused Wolfram to pull Yuuri out of the door by his wrist. The latter could barely apologize or bid farewell. The man sitting at his desk, however, soon lightened in his mood, thinking about what kind of stuffed animal he should knit as a congratulation gift.

"Gwendel is your brother?!" Yuuri was astonished! So that was why Wolfram could stalk around the company without being reproached. He had connections to the inside! How unfair!

"I never said he was not. If you want to know, my mother is Celi and Conrad is working in the accounting department." The double black chin-dropped. So that is why the blonde had such prestigious aura around him. Celi was the company president, once a top-model! No wonder Wolfram had star quality and could cope with reporters well. He probably faced paparazzi since the moment he was born.

"How lucky!" a smile from Yuuri caused the other to frown as memories gushed up in Yuuri once again.

"How can you say I'm lucky, when the moment I was born I had cameras facing every inch of my body? There is no privacy, nothing that is my own, except for my feelings. They tell me to act more natural, to put my feelings into loving my fans. But how is that possible, when part of me is somewhere else?" the blonde exclaimed in exasperation. A pained expression decorated his face as they headed for the practice room.

"Did you just take that out of the script?"

Wolfram was once again struck by the other's inability to pick up certain hints.


"Alright everyone! Let's review the main plot of the series: Kanae Matsuri is a new transfer student who recently became famous. Her talent rises above her and she becomes lost in her character that unfortunately antagonizes with her boyfriend's role. On her way home, she experiences a car accident caused by the paparazzi and loses her memories. The main part of this series will be about her regaining her memories with the help of her boyfriend Yuki. Shibuya-kun, part of this drama will need you to sing. We heard a sample, but are you confident that you can do it?" The instructor seemed to stare strictly at Yuuri, who could only nod in response.

He did not remember being able to sing outside of the bathroom, but he guessed that Wolfram must have known about yet another ability he "forgot". The plot of the story seemed to intrigue him. It sounded almost real…personal in a way.

Yuuri felt like he had always belonged into the practice world, or into the world of drama in general. There was nothing more exciting than exploring each single prop or individual setting and attempt to live someone else's role. The plastic chairs neatly stacked up in a row on the side of the room and the one-sided tinged glass window from which one could only look outside, but not inside gave him the feeling of a second home.

In his mind he tried to imagine himself as Kanae. To him, it seemed like Kanae was an intelligent and sassy girl. Maybe a little bit flirtatious, but still innocent and naïve. Sometimes she could be unbearably frank and blunt, but at times she could be forgiving and shy. Most importantly, she liked acting like a guy, which made Yuuri's work much easier. He let out an internal sigh of relief as if he was glad that this time he did not need to play a girly girl dressed in pink. He did not hate pink, but wearing that color just did not seem to be something for him.

They soon started rehearsal of the first scene. The task asked of him to portray Kanae lost in her role. Yuuri's intuition had whispered that he always had a hang in acting and expectant eyes following him everywhere seemed to confirm that suspicion. Especially anger and intensity used to be one of the easiest things to depict. Wolfram had told him so with an encouraging slap on the shoulder and a dazzling grin. Somewhere in the depth of his mind he knew that Wolfram was saying the truth and that part seemed to confirm to him that portraying anger was one of his specialties.

At first, it seemed easy enough to produce a murderous aura against Wolfram, but something inside of Yuuri stopped him every time he tried to bring hatred and vengefulness to the surface. The aura and tension was created alright, and the hurt or painfulness was carefully applied to his face, even seemed to seep out from his aura. However, the moment he attempted glare at the blonde, instead of rising to the climax, his heart sank and indifference invaded him. Clouds threatened to form in his line of vision, the voice of his alter ego haunted him. The clouds seemed to have a draining numbing effect, so that after staring for a long time into the other's green troubled eyes, he found himself with a sense of carelessness.

He wondered why. Was it because he could not find arousal against the innocent Wolfram? Was it because they were too close friends? But the professionalism in him offered another explanation: It appeared that the clouds represented condensed fear. Fear that caused a wall to appear between what he had to feel because of his work and what he feared would happen if he successfully pulled off vengefulness.

He was afraid that something might happen again. His body rejected all will to negative feelings, while his mind tried as hard as possible to get into character. Shivers overcame him whenever he tried to pull out even a feeling of contempt. Something always kept him back, pulled back the urge that he purposefully summoned.

Why had it to be revolting at this time?

"Cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut! What are you doing, Shibuya-kun? Are you even there? You're face is all vacant. Why don't you take a break?" The instructor suggested after the 5th retake. She probably felt pity as perspiration caught up with the double black and pearls of sweat characterized with panting gave Yuuri the image as if he just took a 20 km jog. The double black leaned over and supported his upper body by leaning on his knees.

Yuuri had usually always received compliments for his ability to act naturally. There just seemed to be a barrier that separated his acting skills from him, a fence that seemed unreachable.

Just when he started to imagine said barrier, everything fogged up and he finally lost sensation of his physical body. It was comparable to the feeling of being in an elevator that rushed downstairs from the 20th floor. Sure enough, he soon found himself facing that familiar other version of himself.

"Welcome back!" the other greeted him with a devious grin. "What you are doing cannot be healthy for you, you know?" He suggested still smiling.

"Why am I here again? Why are you always trying to infiltrate my consciousness?!" Yuuri answered with questions. He somehow felt rage running through him, as if it was entirely that person's fault that he had problems getting into character, that he was so distracted. As if the anger he tried to call forth for the play had somehow transferred into his real character now and released against his alias.

"If you are angry at me, you are ultimately angry at yourself. It pains me to see that incompetence of yours to understand." The older version replied simply. "You have been warding me off however I've been trying to help you."

"Help me? How is making me unconscious during rehearsal helping me?" The outrageous beast had finally popped the balloon that resided in his chest. Frustration and anger enslaved him and projected on any person close to him, which happened to be himself. "I can't even remember, why I don't remember; I don't know why Wolfram looks constantly depressed, when I tell him, that the first time I saw him was at the new student orientation at school! I have never been so desperate to know in my life!"

His shoulders were curved, and his upper body was slumped over as he sank to his knees. He felt miserable, and the knot in his throat did not seem to help. The only thing it did, was causing vicious hiccups during his exclamation and enforced the tears that continuously rolled down his cheeks.

"I see. Do you want to know? How you came to be what you are? Why he looks sad, and why everyone seems to be worried about you? Why you cannot portray Matsuri? Why you essentially cannot be yourself?" With each question, Yuuri was more and more yelled at, as if his other self had run out of patience himself. "I can tell you all that, since I am you. I can break down that fence that separates us, and you will find out about me. You will have to live with me. Your whole life will change. Can you do that? Can you not disappoint Wolfram?" the other continued almost shouting at him.

Yuuri briefly wondered how the blonde was pertinent, but soon gathered all his determination into a sharp nod.

"Yes."

He would later wake up to a crowd of staring eyes, as if woken up from a long slumber, his eyes weary and heavy from everything he had taken in. But he would instantly recognize the golden locks that shone right above him like a halo on an angel. And he would recognize that his angel's name was Wolfram von Bielefeld. He would remember the eternities they had spent together. And his tears would well up in grievance and guilt. But of that I will tell another time.

OWARI

Please don't flame me yet! I am well aware that this is not a close ending, and in fact, it is very very open. Lol. I took the freedom. This story is despite officially ending, not ended yet. I am of course going to post an epilogue, or else a bunch of you would walk away probably not understanding much? I'm not sure, I always have such surreal insight on stuff like that, and nobody ever proofreads for me.

As you may notice I always write a letter of appreciation for my readers at the end of my stories, but this is not the real ending, so naturally, that will come later.

I am interested in your opinions, so please leave a note. ^^

I actually finished writing the epilogue which will be two more chapters. They will be uploaded on consecutive days 3 days from now on Tuesday and Wednesday if everything goes well.

PS: It is very hard for me to leave this story, but I already planned my next one...