Author's note:
tifa: Thanks for the compliment, sorry the time skip thing was confusing, but rest assured there wont be none of that no more.
Yuuri woke up early the next morning. He went for his daily run. Had a strained breakfast with his mom.
" Yuu-chan, getting up at five in the morning to go run when it's not even light outside is just too much. You're not even in the baseball team anymore! Why not sleep in like your brother ?
And convinced himself that the bizarre events of yesterday had been a bad dream.
"...you don't even eat the cake mama makes saying it's bad for your body!"
Running into his 'so smart he's hailed as a genius' childhood friend whom he hadn't heard word of since he got accepted into the most elite of elite private schools in Japan, and three abnormally beautiful foreigners in a woman's toilet of all places totally seemed like a nightmarish manifestation of his insecurities.
Ladies room...representing a girl's mind? Murata Ken - intelligent like Yuuri wasn't. Those three foreign beauties - three different types of attractive that girls most liked. Like Yuuri wasn't.
Rationalizing it like that made sense right? Right!?
Right
"- and girls Yuu-chan! Promise mama that you'll finally try getting a girlfriend this year~ This is the spring time of your youth! "
" I can't help it if I'm unpopular." Yuuri sighed, quickly finished his breakfast(most important meal of the day), and made to head out the door.
" Bye mom!"
"...bye Shouri" He added, noticing his brother zombie walking his way towards the fridge. Judging by his accurate representation of the undead, he must have stayed up late playing adult games again.
"Call me onii-chan"
"Call me MAMA Yuu-chan!"
The entire walk to school, Yuuri basked in the peaceful normalcy that was his life. After the baseball team scandal, he'd been trying to keep it low and let the rumors die out. Practicing extreme self control, he hadn't so much as yelled out an "Animal cruelty!" at his neighbor when he'd seen her whack her dogs with a rolled up newspaper.
'And this day too', he thought to himself as he slid open the door to class 1-D, ' will be another peaceful, uneventful day in the life of the reformed Shibuya Yuuri.'
Wrong!
Not even half a second after entering the class, he was assaulted by the sight of burning green eyes, the color of emeralds under the blazing sun.
It hadn't been a dream. And the blond haired pretty boy with the misleadingly beautiful face that made him seem like an angel instead of the demon Yuuri knew him to be was there in front of him, less than twenty four hours after he'd brandished a sword at Yuuri's neck.
Despite his appearance, he was an extreme delinquent, the kind you'd think only existed in high school gang war movies.
'Did he track me down so he could finish me!?'
Yuuri immediately rushed back to the door. He did not believe in conceding to bullies, but special allowances had to be made for the insane.
Eep!
Blocking his path to escape was the wide chest of the pretty boy's 'brother'. Staring up in horror at brother-san's scarily furrowed brows, he wondered where Conrad was, and most importantly, what on earth had he gotten himself involved in?
Russian mafia? The two people who looked nothing alike were brothers as in 'brothers in arms'?
"Student...get to your seat."
Student!?
"I can sense that you might be confused..." He stated in a louder voice, addressing everyone in the class, as he walked over to stand behind the teacher's desk.
"...but do not be alarmed, I have been hired as your new 'Home Room Teacher'. My name...you need not know, simply refer to me as 'Sensei', if you must. Also, I'm sure you've noticed another new presence among you. He is my youngest brother, Wolfram Von Bielefelt. I simply cannot trust another with his education, and so had him transferred here, my new place of profession. He will need guidance so..."
Several students, mostly girls, eagerly raised their hands before 'sensei' could finish.
"...Shibuya Yuuri. Make sure he adjusts well."
NO!
At sensei 'You-need-not-know-my-name's strangely specific request, he was not only being glared at by several annoyed eyes, belonging to the owners of the raised hands that had been so cruelly rejected, but other students were eyeing him suspiciously as well.
THUMP
Wolfram had aggressively slammed his hand down on the desk next to his, startling everyone.
" Since he's the one who's going to be showing me around, shouldn't it make more sense that he be sat next to me? "
Yamamoto, the boy already sitting next to him, didn't seem to know how to react. Good. That meant there was still a chance that he'd get annoyed and refuse to move, saving Yuuri from the cruel fate thrust upon him.
" Er...Bielefelt-san, this school has a fixed seating system so..."
"So?" Wolfram glared.
Yamamoto had picked a reaction...irritation.
" So, Bielefeld-san, I don't know how they did things at your old school, but here the students sit at the seats their allocated to the whole semester."
'Yamamoto, I love you!' He deffinitely had Yuuri's vote for class prez next semester.
Leaving Wolfram to Yamamoto, Yuuri again made his way over to his seat.
" I don't care! I want to sit next to Yuuri!"
There was a loud gasp from the students idly watching the drama unfold.
"You guys are already on first name basis? Is Shibuya your childhood friend or something?"
" Friend!? No! He's..."
" It seems..." Sensei had finally decided to cut in." ..that we do not have much time left before I must officially start the class. Allow me to resolve your petty issues."
Ah of course, he really is a teacher after all. It seems sensei is going to suppress his little brother's rebellion.
" Shibuya Yuuri, go sit next to Wolfram. Yamamoto, Shibuya's soon to be vacant seat is now yours."
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"I hear he's a foreign prince here to eliminate his only competition to the throne: Shibuya."
The murmurs following his back like remoras stuck to sharks had been getting more unscrupulous as the day wore on.
" I heard Bielefeld-san is his spurned fiancé here to win him back."
'Fiancé? Definitely not. I'm just that guy's future-victim-to-be.' He had heard of how seasoned predators stalked their prey, methodically picking away at their intended victim's psyche until they could read them like open books, and then, finally, the predator would unveil its bloodthirsty claws and...
" Aargh!?"
Yuuri let out a mighty squeak of terror, arms subconsciously crossing in front of his chest as if to ward off an attack.
Wolfram, who'd poked him in the arm, gave him a look strongly expressing: wow-what-a-wimp.
" I'm sure when my brother told you to 'guide me' he didn't mean for you to loiter about the establishment, stringing me along."
The pretty boy had his arms crossed, chin tilted up, eyes staring down at Yuuri's despite the both of them being of a similar height.
" Er..alright, so this place is - just a regular corridor I guess. But we're on our way to the Cafeteria. They sell some great yakisoba there if you haven't brought food from home. "
Wolfram bristled." Forget it, I already know where everything is anyways." The words were muttered in a low voice, Wolfram had his head turned to the side, avoiding Yuuri's questioning gaze.
" Huh? how come?"
Wolfram shrugged.
"Then why..?" Yuuri tried to phrase 'Then how come I'm giving you a tour of the school grounds right now?' in a way that wouldn't sound rude.
It seems Wolfram got the message anyways, for he straightened, briefly glanced over at Yuuri's hesitant smile, which was quickly becoming his default 'How-do-I-react-to-Bielefelt-san's-entire-existence' expression, "Hmph!"ed, then quickly strode away in the opposite direction at a remarkably quick pace the likes of which Yuuri had only ever seen before in military infomercials.
Did Wolfram transfer from a military school? No wonder he had something as extreme as a sword, regular school delinquents usually just used pocket knives or bats.
He could hear the murmurs again.
"Wow, didn't expect Shibuya to be so cold."
"Poor Bielefelt-san..having a handsome face doesn't insure romantic success huh?"
" Love is cruel."
Huh!?
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Operation Lure-the-Ma!weapon-into-friendship was turning out to be a horrible failure.
Wolfram marched through the crowded school hallway littered with loud human children, and tried to focus on his next move.
The hour allocated for obtaining sustenance was almost up, and he did not wish to face older brother having made no developments.
'The basic first step to every successful operation is- information!' That's right, he was making a rookie mistake, moving onto the target without any data. Not a mistake he'd ever predict himself to make, but his target was, somehow, proving to be a distraction.
Lord Bielefelt tried to smooth the frown from between his brows and plastered on his most charming smile, before confidently approaching a chatty looking group of humans skulking about near one of the windows in the corridor.
He didn't even have to say much. As soon as the humans saw him approaching them, the five of them let out a synchronized gasp, and started to speak at the same time.
" I-it's that Super Bishie Prince-sama! "
" No way! He really does look like he stepped out of a manga!"
"Hey, but is this guy really Shibuya-san's spurned fiancé? "
"No way~ He's here to kill Shibuya so he can be the sole heir to ascend the throne in his homeland!"
Wolfram could feel the start of a headache creeping up to his temples. What were these children going on about? He couldn't seem to understand humans at all.
Wolfram interrupted their obscure ramblings, getting straight to the point.
" I'm here for any knowledge you may possess on Shibuya Yuuri."
There was a moment of silence, before the only boy in the group, gazing at Wolfram with wide eyes, mumbled out " Oh my, it really must be true. "
" Bielefeld-san.." A girl with wire framed spectacles and short brown hair turned towards Wolfram with strangely determined eyes. She reminded him bit of Anissina." ..I support your noble quest for love, but Shibuya-san is not a classmate of ours, and I've not kept up with the rumors surrounding only Shibuya-san because they lack romance."
" Ah but plenty of people can tell you about him. There was a scandal involving him last year that all the middle school students kept up with, plus he's really friendly, I guess, so he's at least acquaintances with all his class mates." The tallest among them, a girl with boyishly short hair, chirped out.
"-oh and Bielefeld-san, I support you too! A dramatical murder here in my very own school would be totally fun~" She said, smiling brightly.
" Right." Wolfram excused himself quickly, and tried to seek out the people him and Yuuri shared class with.
" Shibuya? The guy that used to get drunk after practices?"
" Oh! I heard that he used to go hit octopuses with a golden bat"
"You're in luck Bielefelt-san, Shibuya is a confirmed homosexual. He was the only guy that didn't want to go peep at the girl's bath on a school trip."
He could not recall the faces of the human soukoku's he'd shared class with, in the end having to collect information from a variety of different people in an effort to prevent biased data.
" That poor guy was being sexually harassed by the baseball team staff, he eventually snapped and beat up the coach." The boy delivering the latest shocking rumor shook his head. " At least, that's what I've heard."
Wolfram Von Bielefelt was collecting quite the repertoire on the Ma!weapon's unexpectedly colorful life.
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Yuuri casually sat down at his new desk. He's come back a bit before the lunch break was over, getting sick of how all his friends had wanted to talk about was Wolfram. Apparently he was the current Hot Topic.
Strangely, the most popular rumor surrounding him was that he was Yuuri's fiance.
He had heard something like that passing around, but he hadn't thought that out of so many rumors flying around, that one would be the one people would latch onto with sticky hands. It seemed as if that one rumor about him liking men was not yet forgotten.
'Sorry Wolfram, it seems like I've dragged you down by association.' Yuuri sighed. He'd almost prefer it if the rumor about Wolfram being here to 'eliminate' him were true. Him getting slashed by that bishounen's sword would be painful and might scar the witnesses for life, but at least it would put an end to the gay rumors like words could never seem to.
Actually, thinking back to the Ladies' Room incident, that rumor was probably 100% accurate.
Lost in his thoughts, he'd been gazing out the window (a perk to having switched seats), limbs sprawling freely at the extra space Wolfram's absence provided.
" - Your knees are spread too far apart, you need to be more defensive against things like sexual assault."
HUH!?Was th-that a threat!?
Yuuri squeezed his legs together, moving faster than he'd thought himself capable, and straightened up for extra measure, aligning his body at a perfect forty five degree angle.
Wolfram, as if he hadn't just cured Yuuri of his decade long slouching problem by delivering a shocking statement with perfect timing, nonchalantly took his seat.
They shared a brief moment of peace, before Wolfram decided to stomp his figurative boot down on the poor bastard.
" Yuuri, from what I've gathered - you've been doing poorly in this world without proper guidance."
'I don't want to hear that from a delinquent like you!' was the comeback Yuuri wished to deliver, but stopped himself. Wolfram looked dead serious.
" It's unfortunate, but I admit that I did not think much of the duty The Poison Woman charged me with. I truly understand now why that woman thought you'd need three handlers. A wimp like you is not that different from an endangered species."
What on earth was Wolfram going on about? Was he still speaking Japanese?
Yuuri tried to shift his gaze away from the strangely serious emerald eyes boring into his, and found that they'd gathered an audience. Or maybe the bored high school students had activated their audience potential as soon as Hot Topic Wolfram had stepped on scene.
" Yuuri, you have my word as a prince of Shin Makoku, from now on.."
Wolfram went as far as grabbing Yuuri by the chin, dragging his face back towards him, so that he could catch his eyes.
There was a loud Thump as someone in the audience fell to the floor in a faint.
"...I'm taking responsibility."
The audience erupted into thunderous applause.
" Bravo! It sure feels nice having a Bishie Prince amidst us."
" I swear, he's so smooth I could go kyaaaa."
The girl who'd fainted had regained consciousness and was now sobbing, still on the floor. "Never in m-my life *sniff* d-did I think I'd get to see something as b-beautiful as this! Bielefelt-sama! You have my full support! "
Never had Yuuri seen his classmates, usually listless even during school festivals, this excited, this energetic.
It seemed that mass delusion regarding Yuuri's supposed homosexual romance was bringing the spirit back to their teens.
Wolfram, who seemed to be back to normal(normal for him at least) after that little episode, stared at their classmates in fascination. " Human children sure do possess exceptionally high levels of energy, I'll give them that."
Wolfram-san...please learn to speak Japanese properly!
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Just then...a familiar Ladies' Room that is somehow never in use by any actual ladies experiences a disturbance.
The door to one of the stalls flies open, revealing a dripping wet blond man with the physique of an American Footballer.
He surveys his surroundings, smirking, before he's adruptly shoved to the floor by another figure being flushed out.
" Ouch!" The new arrival cries out, despite landing on the blond man's cushy muscled back.
"Maxine" The blond man growls out.
"What!? You should have moved out the way." The man, Maxine, replied.
" I knew I should have come here alone. "
" Come on Adelbert, I doubt even you could handle something that the famously fearsome Poison Woman calls the 'Super!Super Ma!weapon', and not to mention the rumored handlers, those three princely brothers. "
"Heh. I wonder how she managed to get The Lion of Luttenberg involved. Ah, in any case..."
Adelbert pushed Maxine off his back, stood up straight and looked out into the sun lit view revealed through the toilet's wide open door.
" ...I don't care where it's hid or whose 'handling' it. All I know is that it's destructive enough to get rid of that pesky demon country Shin Makoku, so I'm going to make it mine no matter what."
Author's note:
Aww no Conrad in this chapter, no Murata either, even tho I /said/ i'd explore the Murata/Yuuri relationship.
Well Adelbert's here ( cause this fic can't remain a chirpy school AU 4eva) so I'll deff be explaining how all these peeps are travelling between worlds the next chapter ( i promise), and hence Muraken will deff be there. I love that dude 's gonna be a main character.
This chap clearly had a running theme: rumors! All Adelbert knows about Ma!weapon Yuuri is through rumors so he don't know yet it's a wimpy lil boy with his fiance's soul. hah.
Yuuri and Wolf are /not/ gonna end up accidental fiances here. I was tempted, but then I read the mini novel " Duel at Ma!noon" ( ?title=MaruMA%CB%90Mini-novel%CB%90DuelatMAnoon) wherein Yuuri very seriously tried ending their engagement and the story touched on Wolf and Yuu's actual relationship development VS them being fiances in name only and I...*shrugs*
Also:
My stories( current and future) are all based on the novels, and if any one wants to read the translations , this site is the best in my opinion : lista%20de%20novelas