Hiya, after so long this chapter is finally up..sorry for the wait!! (hides inside a box) Anyway, I'd like to thank geetac, XZanayu, Yuuram88 and Maeleene for your reviews and for those who put this story on alert, a big thank you as well...Hope you'll enjoy reading this chp as much as I enjoyed writting it!!

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Chp 2

A lonely paper ball rolled to a stop besides its fellow trash balls just as Yuuri Shibuya dabbed his brush onto a new piece of paper.

"Shibuya, what the heck do you think you are doing?" Murata asked, taking in the sight of his best friend bending over the low coffee table which was covered with newspapers and paint before adding loudly, "You look like a lunatic who thinks he's received some vision from heaven."

"Argh!! It's still the wrong shade!" Yuuri complained, as another piece of crumbled paper rolled over to join the growing pile of waste.

"Weirdo…"

Eyebrows knitted in concentration, he ignored Murata and continued playing with the watercolours before him hoping against hope to capture that perfect shade of mesmerizing colour he had seen in his dreams.

XxxxX

"Do I really have to go?" He asked quietly, glancing at his mother.

"Oh Wolfie, I wish you didn't have to, but Gwen's business has just extended to Japan and he wants Conrart to supervise things from there. And it just won't do for Conrart to be alone, will it?" Cecile said softly, placing a hand on her baby boy's cheek.

"I still don't see why I have to go somewhere completely foreign to study! It's not like the university here is so bad or rundown—besides, Conrart already has Yosak to keep him company for the trip!" Wolfram ranted, ignoring the mass of travellers who were making their way around Germany's International Airport, though he unconsciously shifted a little closer to his mother the moment he noted a vein popping on his oldest brother's forehead.

However, before Gwendal could utter even a single word, his forehead was ruthlessly jabbed by none other than his childhood friend and fiancée, Anissina von Karbelnikoff.

"How many times do your mother and I need to tell you not to frown, Gwendal von Voltaire? Seriously, I hope that none of our future children would turn out like you...maybe I can create something that could help…"

As the redhead inventor trailed off into thoughtful silence, Wolfram felt a little sorry for his brother who would surely be subjected to the role of a guinea pig once again but couldn't help wondering why Gwendal had so willingly put up with all the 'torture'. If that was what it meant to truly love someone, Wolfram swore that he would not fall under such an emotion.

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"This is hopeless!!" Yuuri cried, running his paint smeared hands through his hair in frustration before dropping his forehead against the edge of the table.

"You'll have a water-coloured forehead if you do that," Murata warned, throwing himself onto the couch before grabbing the first book he could reach. "What time did you start on your little project, anyway?"

"I'm not sure. But I remember seeing you in my dreams, I think you said something about a place being familiar…Why were you there in the first place?!" Yuuri demanded, finger pointed accusingly at the bespectacled boy.

Adjusting his glasses, Murata shrugged nonchalantly. "Who knows? Maybe it's because you have a crush on me! Or we had met before—you know, like in a past life."

"No offence, but I'd rather jump onto the next plane to Germany before I develop a crush on you. Besides, I'm far more interested in taking a bath right now or I might be smeared with paint in my next life." Yuuri grinned good-naturally, pushing himself off the floor.

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Silvery strands of moonlight dusted his vision, lovingly caressing and giving the figure that lay beneath it an ethereal yet beautiful glow. For a moment, his heart seemed to have forgotten how it was suppose to function before it doubled in speed and in sound as he neared the motionless figure that was facing away from him. Numbed with the feeling of dread and something unexplainable, he reached out a hand to tilt the figure's face towards him only to stop when he noted a pool of dark red liquid around the figure.

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