Chapter 6

"Seems to me that the other part of him has begun to connect and piece the puzzle together… it's a little too soon than what I've anticipated but it's a whole lot better than the last twenty or so lifetimes where the Wolf boy was the first to made sense of it all."

"Be a bit more respectful to others, oniisama! How would you like it if others were to call you a blond haired it?" A little girl around the age of nine scolded as she looked up from her bowl of ice-cream with a frown on her face.

"Hai, hai! Seriously speaking, Ulrike…how did I ever end up having you as my little sister this time round?" Bright blue eyes twinkled with mirth, the young man beside her grumbled while waving his friend over.

"That's because you are too much for me alone to handle and I really can't keep an eye on you all the time." Murata commented off-handedly, sliding into a seat opposite the siblings.

"And I thought that the great and handsome Shinou was loved and adored by all."

Rolling her eyes, Ulrike shared a knowing glance with her brother's closest friend, "There he goes, singing his own praises again."

"And we thought he'd get tired and stop doing that after all this time," Murata sighed jokingly.

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"So, kiddo, what about this wimp you met?"

"What about him? If I recall correctly, I believe his name's Yuuri Shibuya and like I said, he is nothing more than a wimp with typical double black features plus there's nothing special about him." Wolfram replied prior to eying Yozak with suspicion. "Why are you even asking me all this? I didn't travel all the way here just to meet wimps who think I am a girl."

"Calm down, Wolfram, I'm not asking you to marry the guy. It's just that you've been going through the entire university's student database for the last few hours and Conrart's starting to plan murder." Yozak stated casually with an easy-going shrug.

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Emerald green yet a lot more mesmerizing than a gem stone, that was the exact color he had seen in his dreams a week ago but he still could not figure out why he kept seeing that bloodied, lifeless body in his dreams. Or how he just knew and was absolutely certain that those were the shade of those eyes that remained close forever. It just didn't make any sense…

And then, there was that bishounen that he literally ran into the other day who was an exact replica of the person in his dreams…with the exception of the clothing worn. After all, he seriously doubted that any sane person in this day and time would willingly dress up in a blue military uniform complete with a frilly cravat. Still, there was just something about the other boy that seemed to catch hold of his attention.

He really should just stop thinking about all those dreams…in spite of everything, that's what they are – a sequence of mental images which is a mix of real and imaginary characters. Pondering on them wouldn't get him anywhere. With that in mind, Yuuri could not help but to scribble down a name onto his notebook just to have the entire book whipped away.

"Is that the name of your girlfriend or a crush? It sounds like a boy's name, so maybe you do swing the other way but you are afraid to admit it."

"Stop spouting ridiculous ideas, Murata. It's just a name that keeps swirling in my mind."

"If you say so, Shibuya. But in all honesty, would you be ashamed if my 'ridiculous idea' were true?"

Opening his mouth to answer 'yes', Yuuri stopped short when the dream he had been having came back to mind along with the immense rush of feelings he had felt. "No, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Not after what it had cost me," he whispered.

"Mm…By the way, did you know that the slap you received the other day from that pretty boy could be considered as a marriage proposal in some countries?" Murata stated in a teasing tone as he adjusted his glasses.

Letting out a snort of disbelief, Yuuri decided to amuse his friend, "Right, and in those countries throwing a knife on the floor is a challenge to a duel."

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'Not after what it had cost me.'

Where had that sentence come from? In all his 19 years, Yuuri had never dated a single person male or female even though he thought some were better looking than the others—especially blondes, but he simply wasn't interested enough to pay them much attention. For a while, he had wondered if his lack of interest was due to his embarrassing childhood of being dressed up as a girl by his mother but that would not have been the case since he had personally turned down the few dates that his very concerned onii-san had set up for him (on the account of very minor things such as the fact that they just looked ordinary).

Even so, there was something about the bishounen that pulled at him.

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Once again, he could feel the slight tingle of unease that came from being the object of someone's unwavering glance and it was starting to grate on his nerves. Excusing himself from the table and its dining occupants with as much poise as possible, he all but stomped over when he noted who it was.

"Are you done yet?" He hissed, slamming a hand on the table and startling the japanese teen. "Please explain why you have been staring at my back for the past half an hour, you wimp!"

"Ano…Eto…I was just trying to figure out why you were in my dreams…"Yuuri mumbled, completely missing the name-calling as he scratched the back of his head in an act of self-consciousness while the blond stared at him incredulously.

"Look here, wimp. I have no idea who you are or what you are planning in that retarded and poor excuse of a mind of yours but I would really appreciate it if you kept your entire being-especially that dirty mind of yours, to yourself before I drown you in the nearest pool of water." Wolfram huffed before turning to make his way back without another word. However he felt as though his heart had ceased to beat for a moment when he heard the other whisper in a deeper yet completely broken baritone, "Water? That was my element. You used to be able to control flames, Wolf."

"Wh...what did you just say?" Wolfram choked out, standing rooted to the spot.

"Huh? Nothing at all...gomen, I'm prone to muttering to myself." Came the apologetic answer, followed by an embarassed laugh and the sound of the chair's legs scraping the tiles. "I'll see you around...Wolfram." Yuuri said quietly from behind before walking away.

A/N: After a very, very,very long wait...thank you to all of you who have been so patient...hope you guys didn't mind that there may be slight changes in the way I write..