A/N: Thank you once again to all my readers and reviewers...Hope you'll enjoy this chp even though it's short!!
Chp 4
The soothing tenor voice echoed within his mind even as another far off voice kept calling his name. And yet, unlike the times before, he ignored the distant voice and concentrated instead on his surroundings. Before him, smoke and flames twirled together in an intimate and deadly dance, as though beckoning the spirits of those that lay lifeless on the dusty, bloodstained field to join in.
Sitting atop a horse, his grip on the elegant sword tightening just a little, all he could feel was the settling of a dead, cold calmness, even as a group of enemies rushed towards him, intent on spilling his blood...
"Shibuya! Wake up!" A voice shouted as the scene before him faded into dimness. "Don't you dare go unconscious on me again, Shibuya!!"
He let out a groan as his vision came into focus while putting up a hand to stop his friend from worrying. "What happened?"
"You nearly drowned in the baths, you idiot! Imagine what that crazed older brother of yours would say if he ever found out. Seriously, between the way you act these days and that serious brother-complex of his, I don't know who's worse." Murata retorted with a grin, as he adjusted his spectacles.
"Don't blame me for Shori-niisan's problems, it's not like I enjoy having an over-protective brother hovering around me constantly," Yuuri muttered. "Come on, we'd better cleaned up before heading over to the university's library for more work."
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While the other three exchanged news as well as business documents, Wolfram glanced around Gunter's study, which seemed to be piled up with books and maps and more books, doing a slight double take when he caught sight of a familiar logo printed on the front cover of a file.
"Gunter, what subject are you teaching?" he asked, crossing his fingers.
"Sorry? Oh, ancient history." Gunter replied off-handedly before continuing a description of a particular student of his.
With a sigh that was torn between dismay and exasperation, Wolfram decided to engross himself in the most interesting book he could find. He had learned from experience that once Gunter was on a roll with singing someone's praises, it would be a while before he stopped.
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"Ack! Slow down!" Yuuri hissed at his best friend, trying to peer behind a tower of library books he was carrying towards their study table, before uttering a hasty, "Gomen! Gomen!" when the librarian gave him a frown.
Less than ten seconds later, every single book in his hands went flying through the air in a majestic arc as he fell backwards with a painful thud. Opening his eyes, he found himself caught in the most awkward and compromising situation (not counting his early childhood years of dresses and pigtails –courtesy of his mother) of his life.
"Ano… I'm terribly sorry about that, miss…." he apologized profusely to the blonde-haired girl who lay on top of him.
A/N: If it isn't too much, could I have some feedback please??