Chapter Twenty Nine

"Murata! I am not sulking!"

I cross my arms with a huff and glare at my black hair and eyed friend sitting on his bed across the room with a clipboard in his hands. He says he's writing down the stats for our next baseball game so we can practice to win and learn some new things but I believe that he's just drawing horribly drawn women.

"Yuuri, I know you and I know you're sulking. The moment you walked in this room two hours ago you haven't been able to do anything productive. All you've done is sit on that bed like a lazy bum."

With a chuckle I shrug and lean back on the foreign bed and sheets. "What can I say? I do like being lazy."

Every time I'm with Murata I may seem like I don't care about what he says but I do take it to heart. He's helped me so much and I can't ask for a better friend to see when I'm in this...predicament.

"Now about Wolfram…"

I sit straight up and look at Murata with skeptical eyes. "What about him."

With this question I ask he chuckles and throws the clipboard to the side, revealing the women he was drawing, and leaned forward. His glasses flashed the reflection of the light in the room as he became serious all of a sudden.

"He kissed you. Don't you feel anything towards him since you're apparently not disgusted that he's gay?"

I huff and glare at him. "He's not gay." A bit shocked at my outburst I flush and look down. "I mean he's not entirely gay...he had a girlfriend so isn't that, like, half gay? Or something like that?"

Murata laughs at me and I frown with my face heating up in embarrassment.

"Oh Yuuri...no wonder he gets so frustrated!" He laughs some more before wiping the tears out of his eyes. "The term is bisexual. He likes both guys and girls but from what I can see he's really loyal to the person he likes. I mean he trained you personally for your little game of survival out in the woods."

I think back to when Wolfram dragged me out of the university and made me train for days. Now that I think about it I swear some of our peers from the class asked if they could train with us but Wolfram shot them down. I had never seen him so murderous looking. A shiver runs down my spine at the memory and I begin to think of how Wolfram always was near me.

"Yuuri, that guy is in love with you and I think you may have hurt him deeply."

His words hit me hard and I look down at my hands remembering the times Wolf kissed me. Either time he put either fear or passion into them and I just sat there like a fool not even considering what my reaction were doing to him.

No!

I shouldn't care about this!

Any of it!

Stop!

"Stop it!"

My shout leaves before I can contain it and I grip my hair in my fists as I stand and pace. "I don't want to think about any of this! He's my friend and nothing more. How can I like a guy? It's just wrong. Murata, I don't want to even think about it."

Murata gives me a look of sympathy and gets up, pulling my hands to my side and then patting my back. "Well how about this? Why don't we go get a few rounds since it's the weekend and almost Christmas break? That'll warm you right up and maybe you'll even get laid by some hot girl!"

Laughing nervously at first I then shrug and let out a real laugh, wanting to forget about Wolfram. "Yeah, hopefully. Let's go, I actually really do need a drink."

With that Murata forced me into some black skinny jeans, military like boots, a dark red long sleeve turtleneck and a tan pea coat with fur lining. When he managed to get these clothes, I don't know, but the thick wool will certainly keep me warm in the cold winter air.

We head out of the dorms and walk down to the town, to the only bar there. When we walk inside I notice that we aren't the only college students with the idea of getting drunk. Many of our peers are there and welcome us to their tables so I get a wicked grin when I suggest that they pay for our drinks and they do. It's at that point that I realize that they're too drunk to even care and I then I feel bad but with a strong pat on my back from Murata I let myself allow them to pay. I sit off to the side of the table at the bar and listen to their drunken talking that would be gold in the comedy industry and laugh along with them until I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around and spit out my beer like a fool.

A lady, probably in her late twenties, in a scandalous black dress is leaning against the bar with a fancy drink in her hand and is looking at me with a soft smile. Her blonde hair is hanging down her back and chest in big ringlets while letting her breasts basically hang out of her dress. I feel the blush on my face grow and the only thing I can do is stare.

She looks like a sexy queen from some anime...wow.

"Can you play a game with me?"

It takes me a few moments before it registers in my head that she's talking to me and I stutter while nearly falling out of my chair. "W-what? W-with me?"

She nods and takes a seat beside me, crossing her legs so that the noticeable slit in her dress is right where her legs cross so it looks like she's just wearing a spaghetti strap undershirt. Needless to say I begin to blush furiously.

"Two countries are at war with your own. You can only choose one of two ways to end that war. One, you can send your troops out to fight for your country, or two, you can surrender your country and all of your people to the two countries at war with you. Which do you choose."

At first when I hear what she says I frown in confusion and set my hardly touched beer down. "Well…" I begin to say my answer but my mind stops me. Neither of those options are good enough. If a leader wants to be a good one they'd look for peace and not surrender or go to war. While I think my brows furrow and I cross my arms. At first I figured that I'd just play along but now… "Neither."

She raises an eyebrow and smiles lightly before turning and resting her arm against the bar. "Elaborate."

With how she says that it's more of a command than a question so I gulp and continue on.

"If there are two countries at war with my own country then I would set up defenses in my country and then talk with the other country leaders to negotiate peace. There shouldn't have to be wars fought for whatever reason. Now if my country had released nuclear bombs on the other countries because they were threatening mine then yes, I can understand war being wanted, but if it was my country then no bombs would be released. It childish to want to have wars so why not be mature and work your way towards peace so that there is no bloodshed?"

Once I finish my little speech I notice both Murata and the lady smiling at me like they just realized something. I quickly take a drink of my beer and Murata looks away and back to our peers while the lady slips closer to me, making me fidget and stare at her. Her eyes are like a tree they are so green, sparkling like ten emeralds, and so familiar that it sends a feeling of nostalgia running through me.

"You can not comprehend how relieved I am to hear that from someone in your shoes."

Giving her a look of confusion she laughs and flips her hair away behind her, revealing the extravagant necklace covering her chest with a red jewel in the center.

"Umm…" I hum hesitantly as I stare at the necklace while to another it looks like I'm staring at her breasts. "W-what do you mean?"

""You can not comprehend how relieved I am to hear that from someone in your shoes."

Many people will say go to war or surrender. I only gave you two options but you defied my rule and choose a third that nobody has chosen yet." She smiles when my face morphs into confusion yet again. "You choose peace when the only options I gave you were war and cowardice."

I smile lightly when she says that and stands up, sipping from her fancy drink before setting it down and placing her hands on her hips.

"Well...now that I have your answer I must be leaving you now my young king." She giggles again and places a hand on my shoulder as she presses up against me. "Also, do please try to not break my dear Wolfy's heart. He's been through enough all through his life. Tata! Farewell your Majesty!"

As soon as the lady leaves I drop my beer and stare after her. King? Majesty? Why'd she call me that? Who's Wolfy-

I stop my thoughts mid thought and my jaw drops. I knew that name sounded familiar. Wolfy...Wolf. Wolfram.

"That was Wolfram's…"

"Mother, yes."

I turn when I hear Murata confirm what I am thinking. He smiles lightly at me and pats my back.

""That was Wolfram's…"

"Mother, yes."

Qu...Cherri von Spitzweg. The sexy lady set out for free love. She tends to be a bit much sometimes." He laughed and slapped my back hard enough to make me topple forward against the bar. "Come on, my work here is done. You've gotten your answer so I'd say it's time to go back now. Give what she said said a little thought."

Looking at him and then at the door I sigh and nod. "Fine, but I'm still staying at your place for the time being."

He nods and pulls me out of the bar like he's on a mission. I hardly have time to grab my beer on the way out and finish it as I'm dragged back to the dorms thinking about how Wolf's mom actually found me and said not to break his heart…How much does he really like me?