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Rating: M (for later Chapters –grin-)

YAYZZZ an update!! GO ME…. I'm actually kinda proud of myself, usually I'm so slow, and crappy when it comes to writing, and I honestly thought id lost inspiration for this fic a couple of days ago… BUT I'm re-inspired!!! YAY ME!!!

Ok… this is not very long compared to some ficcies, but for me, tis pretty good -grin-

And again, I have beta read it myself, I apologise for all the horrible gramma and spelling crap.

O.O and I noticed no-one likes this ficcie anymore, I only got a couple of reviews for the last couple of chapters –cries-

Special Thanx to these Lovely Peoples!!!

Fangirl666: Thanxies!! O.o better than what u thought?? What did you think was going to happen??

xxx girl xxx: -eats cookie- MMMM tasty THANX!! -glomp- -checks watch- hmm… I don't think its been a month

IceFireAngel: O.O you didn't offend me honey -hug- I was just trying to make it longer, but I really suck at it -scratches head- O.O and yes, many many spelling mistakes, I hope there aren't so many in this chapter BWAH ill check once more!!! Yuuri playing Wolfie's game… -grin-

Yuuram88: Thanx for the review!! I'll see what I can do

Chapter 7

"A Scheme is Formed"

They were escorted to the airport by limo, and then flew by private jet to Osaka. Wolfram had been taken up the day before in preparation for the concert, so Yuuri and Murata were left to fly without him, though they were accompanied by his bodyguard, Conrad.

Murata next to Yuuri was basically shaking with excitement. Not only had he met Wolfram, but the superstar had arrived at his house…. And now… now he was on his way to another of his concerts as a V.I.P guest. His joy was too much to even try to explain. Yuuri on the other hand was more than a little concerned for his self-control over the weekend, and to keep himself in tact he was planning on clinging to Murata the entire time. Like a third arm! He wouldn't let his friend escape his site at any time!

Yuuri just prayed to himself that Murata didn't play his 'Where's Wally' act on him. One minute he's there, the next, he's half way to China.

Landing was relatively pleasant, besides the turbulence, where Yuuri could have sworn they were going to die in a devastating explosion of fire and debris.

But he kept such thoughts to himself as he shook uncontrollably.

After arrival, it was late, the sun was down and the air was chilled. They were escorted to their hotel by taxi this time, a little less flashy. Murata and Yuuri kept themselves entertained by keeping Conrad in conversation, about life with the young star. Yuuri noted the playfulness between the other two, almost as if they were both talking about a child hood friend they hadn't seen in many years.

Conrad would start with saying something about Wolframs bad habits, and Murata would counter with something he had read in 'Total Girl' magazine. He claimed he only bought it for the funny advice pages. But in truth, he bought it for the fold out posters of Wolfram, and gossip columns.

Murata and Conrad were so relaxed together, Yuuri felt almost jealous, that he was so tense.

In fact, watching them, it was almost as if…..

The taxi came to an abrupt halt, choking Yuuri on his seatbelt.

"Here we go" The driver announced. Yuuri and Murata scooted out while Conrad payed the driver. They each retrieved their luggage from the boot, and waited for Conrad who then lead them inside for check in.

The hotel really was something, high ceilings, with central chandeliers sending off coloured rays of light throughout the room.

The walls were painted a pale gold with metallic bronze trim. The lobby was huge with slick marble floors and 2 ferns in the corner. Relaxing classical music was heard slightly in the background as the light chatter of guests and employees echoed above it.

Yuuri placed his bag on the ground, and wondered off side, while Conrad dealt with trivialities. He moved to a large statue, of a white lion balancing one paw on a golden ball. The statue was as big as he was.

"That's probably worth more than your dad's car" Murata laughed eyeing the statue as well. Yuuri nodded.

"It really wouldn't surprise me. This place is like Walt Disney's Castle" He contemplated. Murata looked around at all the paintings and photos adorning the walls.

"I always imagined Mickey would be a little… less extravagant, somehow"

"Mickey?" A voice interrupted. Handing the two a room key. Yuuri took it, while Murata remained smiling awkwardly. "Your room is on the 15th floor, you'll be sharing a suite with two double beds. Did you need me to help you, or will you both be ok finding your way?" Yuuri shook his head, when Murata didn't reply.

"We'll be fine! Thanks" Conrad nodded slightly.

"That's good, Wolfram and I will be on the 12th floor if you need us, room 107 is mine, if you need anything just ask!" He smiled. "I have a few things to take care of before I head up, so ill see you both tomorrow morning."

The elevator was just as glamorous as the foyer, one side clear glass, with views down to the pool and spa, while the other side had a gold matte sponge finish.

"You like that guy don't you…" Yuuri asked nudging the other in the side. Murata almost toppled over, instead catching his balance against the wall.

"What..? Who…? I don't know what you're talking about" He spat in defence. Yuuri laughed.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about! You haven't acted this weird about someone since… ahh what was his name… oh that's right! Daisuke Ito!" This time the wall didn't stop Murata from hitting the ground, which he did, with a thud!

"Daisuke… who… Yuuri! Your talking crap" Yuuri raised an eyebrow as his friend scuttled to his feet.

"No actually, I don't think I am. I remember him…. You know, tall, slim, silky brown hair… big beautiful blue eyes, that's right, and wasn't he in the band? I remember watching him play the guitar, I felt like I could just.."

"Ahh, shut up!! Ok I get it!!" Yuuri grinned in victory, Murata was clutching his chest, his cheeks were flushed and his breathing was heavy.

"Are… are you ok?" Yuuri asked. Murata coughed, before straitening himself up, and standing up properly.

"I'm fine"

"Ok, so you do like him then…." Murata broke out into a coughing fit clutching the side rail, as the elevator came to their level. "I'll take that as a yes…" He said taking his friend by the arm and dragging him out, before retrieving their bags.

Murata regained his composure.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Murata asked, taking his bag from Yuuri.

"No, I keep forgetting how funny you are when you try and deny the obvious truth. How is it that you express your love for Wolfram so easily…. But when it comes to anyone else, its like you got shot in the stomach?" He shrugged, checking the room number on the key, and following the arrows.

"I don't know…. Something about striving for the unattainable shit… Who the hell knows how my brain works. I certainly don't" Yuuri laughed dully.

"Well that sure leaves hope for the rest of us…"

"This is it" Murata stopped in front of the room marked 133.

The door was soon opened, and the room was revealed to the awaiting eyes.

"Excessive much?" Yuuri pretended to shield his eyes from all the gold in the room. In this time, Murata threw his bag to the floor, and leapt across the room to land on the bed by the window.

"MINE!" He shouted. Yuuri cursed himself, for trying to be funny, when he clearly should have been concentrating on more important things. Such as beds.

The blond took a sip from his glass, the crimson liquid shimmering in the brightly lit room, from the high chandelier. His fingers tightened around the glass when he heard another enter the room. A smile haunted his lips.

"Conrad…. I need you to do me a favour…" He said with a little malice evident in his voice. Conrad stopped at the door.

"What is it?" He asked curious.

Wolfram placed his glass on the table, and spun around on his chair to face his brother.

"I need you to occupy someone for me, tomorrow evening." Conrad remained unmoved.

"And who might that be?" Wolfram crossed his right leg over his left.

"Murata Ken"

NOTE: We call it 'Where's Wally' in Australia, but I think I was told, that in America its Waldo, or sumthing…

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