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Chapter 2

"Fateful Meeting"

"OH.. MY.. GOD… Wasn't that just the best thing EVER!!" Murata announced loudly at the table for about the billionth time. Yuuri rolled his eyes, for about the billionth time.

"If you say that ONE more time…. I'm going to back hand you!" He threatened. Murata bit his lip to silence himself, sitting back in his chair patiently.

"He sure is taking his time!" Yuuri muttered glancing at his watch.

"He's allowed to take his time, He's got to freshen up…. He did just have a long… sweaty… concert" Murata's eyes glaze over and he appears stuck in a daydream.

Yuuri tries not to let the thought that his best friend is having 'fantasies' about some over-payed, stuck-up pretty boy, bother him. Yuri cringed inwardly; the notion was harder to forget than he had hoped. And it doesn't help when Murata's sitting across from him with a dazed look that could almost be mistaken for a silent orgasm.

Out of the corner of his eye Yuuri catches a glimpse of an older man approaching them, he assumes he heading to them, as the rest of the quaint restaurant is empty.

"I'm sorry boys, Wolfram will be but a moment longer. He is just changing." He smiled politely before leaving without waiting for a response.

"Changing…. He's been changing for over an hour now" Yuri whines checking his watch again. Murata appears to wake up.

"Err… what… what did that guy want…?" He asks rubbing his forehead. Yuuri fakes a sad expression.

"He said Wolfram ain't coming… Too bad…. We should go then." He announces standing up instantly. Murata looks momentarily saddened before the door opens, and in walks the achingly beautiful teen pop sensation. In what, both boys would have described as, an aura of heavenly light. He flicked his hair elegantly and the strands looked to sparkle as they caught the light. The moment was truly dreamlike, and both boys bathed in it.

But when the door closed behind him, the light disappeared and reality was returned. Yuuri snapped out of the trance, where Murata remained awestruck.

Yuri had to admit, Wolfram was amazingly attractive for a guy, and seeing him up close was just…. Wow.

The beauty took the seat at the head of the table with both Murata and Yuuri on either side. There was a moment of silence, as Wolfram made himself comfortable, Murata stared, and Yuri tried not to make eye contact in fear of not being able to look away.

"… I love you…" Murata whispered with a breathless sigh, Wolfram raised an eyebrow, and heard a loud thud, which turned out to be Yuuri's head hitting the table in embarrassment. Subsequently shocking Murata out of his daydream, with a rosy blush of his cheeks.

Wolfram had to admit that this was 'different' to how these dinner 'dates' usually began, he dreaded staying the entire hour.

"So.. um… did you enjoy the concert?" Wolfram asked trying to dispel the eerie silence. Which didn't work as, neither spoke, just nodding eagerly. Wolfram sighed.

"So, um… which of you is Yuuri?" Murara pointed to his friend, while Yuuri merely raised his hand.

"Congratulations on winning the competition." Wolfram said as a waiter excused himself for interrupting and asked for a drink order. Yuri found a voice to speak, suddenly noticing how dry his mouth was.

"Something red please…" He asked, the waiter nodded and wrote it down. Wolfram smiled.

"Same for me to thanks." He ordered. Murata looked on as Yuuri and Wolfram made brief eye contact. So not wanting to be lest out.

"Me too… I'll have the same as them!" He announced rather loudly. Yuuri raised turned his head to his friend.

"But you hate red, I thought it made you 'nauseous'?" Yuuri asked, considerably confused. Murata had said it in the past because, his friends loved the stuff, but the sugar highs they got from it was something he didn't want, and of course, he thought drinking ginger ale made him look far more mature. Even though he hated the stuff!

Murata silenced Yuuri with a glare. "shh" He hissed. He smiled at the waiter, who bowed and left to get the order.

"So I see your both talking now…" Wolfram pointed out with a cocky smile. Yuri and Murata both smiled awkwardly.

"Sorry… bout that, I was just a little shocked. Yea know.." Yuuri apologised. Wolfram's cocky smile remained and he nodded. Yuuri tried hard not to roll his eyes. Murata just stared on in ignorance.

"So Yuuri, why did you enter the contest?" Wolfram asked, wanting to hear the 'I'm your biggest fan' line for another confidence boost, not that he needed one. Yuuri shook his head.

"I didn't…. Murata entered me, he's the one that likes you… I'm just here for the food really." He announces, lying partially to get at the other nerves, he knew the egotistical boys question was leading, and exactly what he wanted to hear.

Wolfram appears overly shocked.

"What? You mean…. You don't really want to be here….?" Yuri shrugged and picked up the menu.

"Well I am hungry." Wolfram and Murata's eyes both widen in shock. Yuuri was now enjoying himself.

Wolfram was unsure, a weird feeling stirred in his gut. It wasn't often he got kind of reaction from people. Most who follow his career would fall at his feet, even those who don't know who he is, would worship him for his stunning good looks. But this was, different, and Wolfram didn't like it, but something he did like…. Was a challenge.

AGAIN…

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