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Ok.. umm I had a few comments on the 'length' of my last chapter…

So I extended it.

HOWEVER…. I am now writing the next chapter, so u have to decide whether you want shorter chapters more frequently, or longer chapters less frequently??

If ya'll make a decision I will try my best to abide by that!

OK

Chapter 6

"A Coincidental Selection"

Yuuri fumbled idly with the paper in his hand and the phone in the other, contemplating weather to dial the number. He knew he would be severely compromising himself if he did so, but there was a part of him that was craving to make the call. That hormone crazed teenager side of him is harder to control than he'd first thought.

His thoughts were straying once again to the sunny haired gem, just as the phone in his hand rang with surprising vigour.

Throwing the phone to the bed Yuuri clutched his chest in utter shock. This having proven just how consuming said thoughts can be. It couldn't be healthy.

The phone rang three more times as Yuuri caught his breath before picking it up and answering.

"Hello..?"

"SHIBUYA!" And for the second time in mere moments, the phone was thrown on the bed in shock. In realising what had happened, he scrambled to the phone.

"What the HELL Murata?!? I think I just had a heart attack!" Ken just laughed on the other end.

"..Gomen, gomen.." He apologise between giggles. Yuuri frowned annoyed.

"What is it Murata?" He asked inquiring about the random call.

"You have to come here….NOW" He urged. Yuuri's frown remained.

"Why?" Yuuri asked.

"Just… COME!" And the line was dead. Murata had hung up on him, what the hell? He pursed his lips in confusion. It was like one of those cliff hanger episodes of some show you really don't want to watch, but watched anyway. And then your obligated to see what happens next. Though this time Yuuri doesn't need to wait until next week for the follow up, only having to walk the short distance to his friends house.

But with all the massive sugary consumption of food, pleading game console and general laziness of this generation of teens, who could be bothered. Certainly not Yuuri.

"Mum, can you take me to Murata's house?" He yelled over the roaring of the vacuum. Miko switched off the appliance.

"But honey, why don't you walk? It's not to far?" She insisted politely, but gave the impression that she had lots of work to do, and wasn't going 'anywhere'. Yuuri groaned loudly, not replying and exiting through the back door to find his bike.

This had better be worth it! He complained to himself, taking it peddle by agonising peddle. It may have only been 5 minutes later when he arrived at Ken's house, but it may as well have been 6, Yuuri stepped off his bike painfully, and let it fall to the ground with little cares.

Sure Yuuri played baseball, and was considerably fit, but when it was a school night, and he just got home, the last thing he wanted to do was go riding around the streets to see his friend who found it amusing to give him orders and expect him to jump at it. He will admit though, in this situation, curiosity beat out his ever growing laziness.

Yuuri took suspicious note of the shining black Mercedes parked at the curb before making it to the front door. Before he even placed a hand on it to knock, it swung open and he was pulled very unexpectedly inside and the door shut behind him.

He cried out in shock.

"What the..?"

"shhh" Murata insisted, a finger over his lips to emphasise. Yuuri raised an eyebrow.

"You'll never guess who's here!" Yuuri's brain reeled with many possible answers to that question, and then his mind settled on the piece of paper with a phone number shoved in his pocket. He shook his head to erase the crazy thought. That would be far to much of a coincidence.

Murata pushed Yuuri through the house to the lounge room, and with one last push he was thrown in. Yuuri stumbled to catch his balance before finally coming to a stop in front of the sofa were an oh-so familiar face was seated, and another next to him.

".. Wolf..ram" He coughed out. The other grinned.

"..Yuu..ri" He mimicked. Yuuri straightened himself, embarrassed, before throwing a glare in Murata's direction, who just shrugged innocently.

"Mr. Shibuya.." A voice broke his thoughts, that of the other man seat next to Wolfram. "My name is Conrad I app..

"Nice to meet you Conrad, but just call me Yuuri" He smiled awkwardly. Conrad nodded and continued.

".. I apologise having you come here so suddenly, but we have a proposition for you." Yuuri slowly backed himself to the opposite chair and sat, while Murata still stood at the doors opening. "For yourself and Mr. Murata."

Yuuri nodded watching as Wolframs eyes wandered around taking in the charming room. The boy crossed one leg over the over absently before bringing his eyes forward once more, to catch Yuuri looking directly at him. Yuuri's eyes widened comically before settling on Conrad while he spoke. Wolfram smiled teasingly.

"We had originally been planning on holding another competition for this, but we believe with you two boys, it will show that Wolframs music, is in fact more widely enjoyed than just the teen girls and gay communities." Murata coughed loudly. All attention now unwilling drawn to him as he appeared to choke on his own tongue in 'shock'?

Wolfram nudged his manager in the arm rather roughly.

"I told you he's… gay" He whispered the last part. Conrad bowed his head.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Murata waved his hand in acceptance still catching his breath. "Well that doesn't change that fact that we have Yuuri to hold that card" And once again Murata was centre of attention, this time not with coughing. But laughter. Yuuri threw a pillow at his friend who was literally inconsolably in hysterics.

Conrad looked at Yuuri in question. Who raised his hands waving them desperately.

"I'm straight, I am!" Another snort of laughter was heard from Murata. Conrad raised a very confused eyebrow toward Yuuri. While Wolfram just sat there, grinning.

"I am!" He insisted, throwing another pillow at the other who may as well have been on his back kicking a screaming from amusement. The pillow this time hit his head, sending his glasses to the ground.

"Aww man…" Murata whine bending down to pick them up. Placing them back on his face, and now with his laughter ceased, he took a seat next to Yuuri.

"… ok.. so. The prize was to be for two fans to be taken to the Osaka concert for the weekend and make an appearance onstage with Wolfram. Everything will be payed for by us, there will also be a little press conference after, where you may be asked several more personal questions. But there's no need to worry yourself about that. As Wolfram will also be there if need be." Wolfram watched on innocently, while Yuuri struggled with himself.

"I can't…" He said quietly. Murata's head snapped around in shock, possibly having been the only person to have heard the remark. He took his friend by the wrist more than a little cruelly.

"I just need to speak with my 'friend', we'll just be a moment." They exited through the door to the kitchen.

"You can't?" Murata spat bitterly. "What do you mean, you can't?!"

Yuuri's gaze hit the ground when he heard the disappointment in his friends voice.

"I mean, I just can't." He didn't know how to describe his situation to his friend who it appears would be completely bias on the subject. "I can't be around him, I can't compromise myself like that again!"

"Compromise yourself? What the hell are you talking about? Do you even know what that means?" Murata asked insistently. Yuuri paused thoughtfully wanting to attack his friend for assuming he was stupid, but instead stopped himself, because in all truth, he wasn't one hundred percent sure what the word meant.

"You know what I mean" He said instead. "I could barley hold my own against him in the limo for five minutes let alone a whole weekend, its like suicide. I don't know what I'll do if I'm put in that situation again….." Murata sighed loudly.

"Did you even think of maybe going for it? You like him, I know you do…. And for some reason, weather it be pride or denial of the whole 'gay' factor, your holding back. Do you know how many people would kill to be in your position?" Yuuri closed his eyes painfully.

"Don't remind me." He shook his head. Before opening his eyes once more, and glaring half-heartedly at his friend. "I'm not gay, Murata. Despite what you may think!" The other shrugged his shoulders.

"What ever you say Yuuri, but I will get to say I told you so" If he were any other straight guy, with an ounce of pride, he would have punched Murata in the face, but he was Yuuri, a little more open minded than the rest of the guys in his year, maybe thanks to a certain gay friend. And as far as pride goes…. He hasn't had that since the first time he got a swirly in the girls toilets. It wasn't something he was going to forget anytime soon, despite how many times he hits his head against a solid wall, those are the types of things engraved in ones mind until the day they die.

"Look Yuuri, this could be a great opportunity! It's not often we'd just get offered something like this. And if it helps, I'll stay around you as often as I can, I won't leave you alone with Wolfram" He offered smiling honestly.

"Why do I feel like you would have done that anyway?" Yuuri cocked his eyebrow. Murata grinned.

"Well I am his biggest fan" There was a short silence. "So you'll do it then?" Murata questioned. Yuuri nodded defeated. Who was he to deny his friend, his greatest dream?

Ok. So that's it for now, until I write more that is…

So tell me what u think of this chapter, and what u want next?

Length or Frequency?

OK

Im off

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