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Three Hours Later

re-awakens

O.O cough sorry about that.

OMG YAY! A quick update!! I TOLD YOU I WOULD!!! This is so quick, as I thought I was so cruel with the last chapter and I wanted t thank those of you who reviewed for sticking by me, and some new reviewers!!

I didn't wait for too many reviews before posting, as I don't deserve them T.T

But I hope because of the quick update and the content of this chapter (as it is also longer) I will receive more grin I like reviews BWAH

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NOW! ON WITH THE STORY!!

"Crumbling Down"

"Do I look ok?" Murata asked looking himself up and down in the hotel mirror. Yuuri frowned, having been dressed and ready for the concert for going on an hour now, where as Murata was on his 10th outfit.

"It's fine! We have to go!" Yuuri complained laying down on the bed dramatically. Murata looked across at him before bounding through his bag once more for a different shirt.

"You're going to mess up your hair…" He stated to Yuuri, who instantly sat back up. Murata lifted out a white shirt with a blue fiery pin striped design in the bottom right hand corner, and a back jacket.

"How about this?" He questioned hold the shirt over his chest.

"I like the one you're wearing better!" He referred to the plain black one the other was already adorning. Murata frowned.

"You're just saying that because it doesn't require me changing!" He insisted. Yuuri did not deny it. "I like this one!" Murata declared, looking in the mirror with the white one held up. "It needs an iron though…" He thought aloud, switching back on the iron that had been used on several of his shirts that afternoon.

Yuuri groaned.

"Then that's it right? We can go?" He asked, sounding a little to eager.

"Someone wants to see Wolfram ne?" Murata countered with a grin, laying down the shirt. Yuuri scowled.

"No, that's not it. I just don't like being late!" He announced defensively. Murata laughed.

"Since when?" He coughed.

"Since we said we'd be there…" He looked at his watch. "In ten minutes" He answered before adding. "To Conrad…" Murata pouted, before smiled and finishing off his shirt quickly.

"Touché" He gave in, taking off his black shirt and replacing it with his newly iron white one.

"So can we go now then?" Yuuri insisted. Murata shook his head.

"No, I need pants…" He said thoughtfully.

"Those are fine!" Yuuri countered quickly. Murata choked on his breath.

"I'm wearing tracksuit pants Yuuri!" He turned pointing to the light blue flannel pants he was wearing.

"Whatever! Hurry up and change then!" Yuuri aloud, falling back to the bed.

"Your hair…" Murata stated. Yuuri sat up quickly and bowing his head forward instead.

Murata sifted through his bag once more, for the perfect pants.

Wolfram stared himself up and down in the full length mirror of his pent house suit.

He a wore royal blue suit jacket and pants with a white ruffle around the neck from his pirate shirt he was wearing underneath, which all-in-all reminded him of some kind of old fashioned upper-class military uniform.

He was satisfied that this outfit would get him to the arena; he would then go straight to hair and make up, where he would get an entirely new outfit.

A knock on his door broke the silence in the room.

"Yes?" He called out. He heard the door creak open from the next room.

"It's time to go Wolfram." His brother said, coming to the door frame of his room to speak to him face to face.

"I know, I'm ready. Let's go" He left the room with Conrad closing and locking the door behind themselves.

"Don't be nervous" Murata insisted pressing the foyer button on the elevator. Yuuri frowned.

"I'm not nervous…." He argued. Murata raised an eyebrow and looked at Yuuri hands which were clenching his blue tie so tight his knuckles were white. Yuuri released the fabric and shrugged. "Maybe I'm a little nervous then…" He offered.

Murata nodded. "I'm nervous too, I'm not good with crowds" He stated his voice composed.

As part of the deal Wolfram was to bring them on stage between two of the songs and introduce them to the crowd. The crowd, of thousands of people.

Thousands of screaming girls.

"The trick is, to imagine everyone in their underwear" Murata offered. Yuuri laughed despite the flipping feeling in his stomach.

"You know that doesn't work" He said. Murata nodded.

"Yea I know, but it always makes you laugh." Murata spoke quietly. Yuuri nodded sadly. "It's not going on stage your nervous about is it?" He concluded slipping his glasses up his nose with his index finger. Yuuri's nod turned to a head shake.

"He's not going to try anything with you on stage Yuuri…" Murata pushed.

"I know! I just don't know how to act around him, or what to say to him now." Yuuri said as the elevator slow to a stop, and the doors opened.

They were greeted by a young female staff member.

"Good evening boys, there is a limousine waiting for you just outside." She said and directed them to the doors. They nodded their thanks, and stepped outside.

The driver held the door open for them.

"'evening!" He greeted closing the door once they were in.

It didn't take them long to realise that they weren't alone in the car, like they had thought they would be. Assuming Wolfram would be leaving earlier than them.

Apparently not.

"Hello, Mr. Shibuya, Mr. Murata" Conrad greeted from his seat across from them. Both boys smiled awkwardly.

"Hi Conrad… and –gulp- Wolfram" Yuuri said not bringing his gaze to the boy next to Conrad who was staring out the window, waiting for the limo to take off, which it did a moment later.

"Are you both looking forward to the concert?" The older brother asked. Murata nodded.

"Yea, a bit nervous, but I'm sure it will be fun" He preyed inwardly that he wouldn't make a total dick of himself like he was so prone to doing.

"Yea… fun" Yuuri added, not realising how sarcastic it had come out.

"You are not excited, Mr. Shibuya?" Conrad asked sitting forward. Wolfram tore his eyes from the trees flying past the window, which were beginning to make him nauseous and bringing his eyes to Yuuri's, who now looked tongue tied.

"I.. well… no, I mean, yes…maybe… ahhh… What was the question?" He could have sworn he was sweating under Wolfram's close observation. Murata interrupted his babbling.

"He's just nervous too" He answered for his friend, who appeared to be having trouble breathing let alone speaking.

Wolfram felt like smiling in triumph but kept his achievement well hidden, he knew Yuuri was nervous because of him; it had nothing to do with getting on stage.

And it amused him immensely.

But he couldn't help but dread what came next.

They took the back entrance to the arena where they then all excited too backstage, and to the dressing rooms.

"The room down the hall and on the right, has snacks and drinks if you boys want to make yourselves comfortable before the show, while Wolfram changes." Conrad offered, as three girls entered which clothes, makeup and hair products.

Yuuri and Murata nodded, and were both about to leave before Wolfram called out from behind.

"Wait" He called. "Conrad, I must speak to Yuuri alone for a moment, will you see to it that everyone else is happy." His brother smiled and nodded, leading a grinning Murata and the three distraught girls out of the room.

Yuuri's eyes were wide.

He had certainly hoped he wouldn't be put in this situation so early in the night. He didn't want to speak, in fear that his voice would come out at the octave of a young girl high on helium.

"Yuuri, I need to apologise" Wolfram spoke from where he stood, a small distance away. Yuuri rubbed his foot on the ground.

"For what?" He asked quietly. Wolfram bowed his head, but keeping the eye contact he had gained.

"For leading you on the way I did, it was cruel, and I am sorry. But I can not have any kind of relationship with you" Wolfram's eyes looked genuinely saddened, and Yuuri frowned.

What just happened?

Wolfram had just stopped his hormones in their tracks.

I mean it's not like he wanted anything from Wolfram…

Wait.

Yes he did.

And he realised that now more than anything, now that it was out of his reach, he wanted it.

But what was he going to do about it, he didn't have the confidence or the courage to tell him that.

"You understand right? With my career, I simply can not have anything to hold me back, I can't have my fans thinking that I am unavailable, and on top of that, gay" Yuuri felt an urge to shout out that he wasn't in fact gay. But in the end decided, that lying to himself just wasn't worth the trouble anymore.

Yuuri just nodded.

"I'm sorry if I've upset you." Yuuri shook his head.

"I'm fine… It's fine… really… I'm … I'm fine" He sputtered out his voice coming out at a pitch he wished it hadn't have, and he stepped backward and away from Wolfram without realising.

Wolfram stepped forward. That guilt was back, and worse than ever, his stomach turned, his head hurt and his eyes stung.

"….sorry" He said one last time. Yuuri backed himself in to the door, as he felt the door knob digging into his back, he took it with his hand and turned it to exit.

"It's fine… just fine" He repeated. Wolfram kept advancing. "Well I'd better let you get ready for your concert… and I guess, I'll see you on stage then…" He said smiling awkwardly, trying his best not to look as broken as he felt. Wolfram frowned.

"Yea I guess." He sighed as Yuuri exited and closed the door behind himself without another word.

Wolfram came to rest at the door and pushed his hands up against it sadly.

He'd never thought that in the end of it all, he would feel bad. It was just a foreign emotion for him.

But, at this moment, the emotion felt so real.

Yuuri lent his back against the door he had just come out of. He needed something to keep his weight up, as his mind reeled with the fact, that he had just totally shut down.

He had never felt anything for the blond, that is until Wolfram had basically stalked him, and forced himself upon him.

He lifted himself from the door to stand straight, and head to the exit.

"Yuuri!" A voice called from behind him, and his friend caught up with him. He turned slowly to his Murata. "Yuuri, hey…. Oh my god, what happened? You look horrible…" He shook his head, he didn't want to explain. He didn't want to speak at all.

"Did Wolfram say something?" Murata questioned, his hand on Yuuri's shoulder comfortingly. Yuuri closed his eyes, as a silent nod.

"I'm just going for a walk, to… get some air." Yuuri said leaving silently. Murata nodded even though Yuuri wouldn't see.

Wolfram was interrupted from staring blankly into the mirror, by a knock on the door.

"Come in" He said just loud enough for his voice to travel through the timber.

The door was opened and a boy stepped in.

"Murata. What's brought you here?" He asked sternly. Murata was anything but his usual cheerful, awestruck self. He instead, looked angry.

"What did you say to Yuuri?" He demanded. Wolfram raised an eyebrow, his cocky demeanour returning.

"Why does our conversation concern you Murata?" He asked. Murata glared.

"Because, he is my friend! And he may look like a boy on the outside, but on the inside he's a snivellingly weak girl. Who you just broke!" He accused dramatically. Wolfram remained unmoved, however inside his stomach was doing summersaults.

"You know what? Actually, I don't want you to tell me what you said to him. It's up to Yuuri to tell me, when he want's to. That's not the issue here. The issue is you.." Murata spat. "I admired you, I loved you, some may say I stalked you…. But you know what? That was all because I didn't really know you." He said in all seriousness.

"And now that I do know you, and I've seen what you can do…." He took in a breath. "Well let's just say, there's a lot I'd rather do, than be here with you!" He hissed and exited before giving Wolfram a chance to counter.

Damn that guilt to hell and back!

I HERE-BY APPOLOGIE FOR THE SADNESS!

But, it HAD to happen, coz it just HAD TOO OK!

NOTE: THIS FAN FIC IS ALMOST FINISHED!!! Like there's maybe, two or three more chapters (Don't quote me on that btw)

Umm… and don't be put off by what happened just now… IT GETS BETTER!!!

Okies, I'm gunna get back to work!!

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