Author's note:I know I said that this only was a one shot but since people asked me to (Yay! I'm so happy!) I will make a continuing. This wasn't really planned so I don't know if it's good or not. I would appreciate if you told me what you think about it. If it's too bad I maybe should let the story stay as a one shot.

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Chapter two

The things that happened in Yuuri Shibuya's life yesterday could have been a strange dream. Yuuri wanted to think so and maybe had succeeded in convincing himself about that if it wasn't for his mother who had yelled at him half an hour for coming home late after midnight.

But where else than in a nightmare do you meet four handsome but still crazy guys?

What was he going to do now? Be frightened for the rest of his life or write a book about his experiences? Nothing of that was to consider. The best would probably be to just continue life as normal as possible.

Yuuri speeded up when he passed the toilet where he had seen Murata being threatened by a couple of boys a few weeks ago. The bullies weren't there now but the memory of getting his head put down in the toilet water wasn't really comfortable.

He had been compelled to walk around in school smelling like living garbage. Murata hadn't even said "thanks".

No, he was just going to try to forget about that and the strange event from yesterday night.

Those guys were probably only some very extreme cosplayers.

When everything is normal around you it is much easier to forget about awkward thoughts. School had that effect when in flowed in it's usually tempo. Everything went perfectly normal until after lunch and fifth class started.

"What do you mean with dropping your student card?"

Yuuri turned his pockets inside out for the third time but couldn't find it.

"I'm sure I had it yesterday…"

"If this had been a real university test you would be in deep trouble."

Even thought the test only was a fake Yuuri wasn't allowed to enter. He had to wait outside in the corridor. He gulped when he realized how the reactions would be when he told this at home.

Mom forgot easy but when she was angry she was terrible to speak to, especially now when he had been late yesterday. Things concerning the school also seemed to be sensitive. Yuuri knew how much his mother wanted him to succeed. It was because of that "Yuuri Shibuya" was spelled with an unusually combine of kanjis.

The first students began to leave the classroom. A pair of girls came out carrying their math books.

"Did you see, he was just so cool!"

"Yeah, strong and mysterious, too bad that he isn't teacher permanently."

They walked out of earshot.

Yuuri only registered what they said; he hadn't much interest in it. It seemed like they where having a secondary today.

Ten minutes later when the last students left the classroom a tall blonde man stepped through the door. He didn't look like Japanese at all.

The small paper pitched to his suit said: "Secondary Adalbert".

"You weren't at the lesson, were you?"

He continued when he say Yuuri's confused glance.

"I saw your picture at the class photography."

"Oh, yeah, I forgot my student card."

"That's no good young boy; you better get to class next time, because I will be your teacher for a while."

The man walked of. His presence irritated Yuuri. He had done everything to forget about yesterday and now the man's non – Japanese look reminded him about it. He spoke perfect Japanese too so he was probably born in Japan. At least Yuuri thought so.

A small bell ringing in the background woke an unwelcome thought in his head. Suddenly he sat straight up.

He was late to the next class too…

"What do you mean with paying?"

Wolfram, Gunter, Gwendal and Conrad had spent the night at a hotel. They had intended to leave the following day.

"What, you mean that you order the most expensive room, consume a lot of food without having any money?" The girl behind the counter said trying to keep the "Welcome honoured guest" smile on her lips.

"They don't use barter trade here, don't they?" Gwendal mumbled to Conrad.

When the girl understood that they where broke – even thought they had tried to offer her some in her eyes strange thighs – she shook her head.

"I guess you will have to work in the kitchen until the debt is paid."

She took a closer look at Wolfram.

"You look quite good; you will be serving the paying guests."

To be continuing…

Okay, so this was chapter two. Hope you enjoyed it" Please leave a review!