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On with the story…..
Chapter 13
"Promise To A Jerk"
"Yuuri please just come on stage and be done with it. This is the last thing we have to do, and we can go home." Murata pleaded with his friend. Yuuri frowned.
"Fine, but this is for you Murata" He declared sadly, sounding like a spiteful ex-girlfriend. Murata smiled.
"Well, we're on soon. You ready?" He asked. Yuuri cringed.
"As ready as I'll ever be"
"You don't look well Wolfram, is something wrong? Thing's not go well with Yuuri maybe?" The taller man asked, as three girls powdered his younger brother's face, and brushed his hair.
"I'm fine Conrad." He lied, the scowl not leaving his face, and making his admission less convincing.
"Your not." Conrad insisted.
Wolfram sighed heavily. "There is no need for you to worry. It's my problem now. It won't affect my performance." Conrad bowed regally.
"As you wish."
The three girls separated from the star, having finished their duties.
Wolfram stood, now wearing a similar outfit to what he had been wearing, only this looked to be a purple, nobles riding outfit, with long dark brown boots, over the long pants. The white pirate shirt now more visible as he lacked a jacket which was replaced with a vest.
The girls squealed in excitement before being hustled out by a taller man who had just entered.
"Shoo" The man said the childish word in all seriousness, before closing the door securely behind them.
"What are you doing here Gwendal?" Wolfram asked straightening his collar in the mirror, viewing his elder brother through its reflection.
"Conrad requested I come." He said bluntly. Wolfram smiled briefly on the outside. But on the inside, he rushed with nerves. Gwendal, was not only his brother, but his agent, he did all of the background stuff, but rarely made it to performances, if ever. He was also his biggest critic. He never liked the way Wolfram sold himself on stage.
Wolfram had told Conrad on numerous occasions, how uncomfortable, Gwendal viewing his performance would make him, so why would he ask him here?
Gwendal noted the silence, and took his leave.
"Good luck Wolfram" He stated, without giving evidence that he meant it in his voice. Wolfram nodded his appreciation anyway.
When the door was closed, and his brother was well and truly out of earshot. Wolfram turned to Conrad.
"Why is it that you invited him to come?" He questioned tactlessly. Conrad bowed his head.
"Knowing he was watching, would keep you from over playing on stage, like you tend to do." Wolfram frowned at this response.
"This isn't so much as a Conrad thing, as it is a Yuuri thing, isn't it brother?" He retorted.
"I know what you're like Wolfram, and I know how much of an opportunity this holds for you. I don't like you playing him. So I put a hold on it myself." Wolfram shrugged.
"There is no need for that." He insisted, turning back to his mirror. Conrad tilted his head in question. "I apologised to him, I told him everything, that I was leading him on, and nothing can come of it." He stated coldly.
"You told him that? Do you think he'll even show up?" Conrad fisted his hands together. "We need him Wolfram, his and Murata's appearance will be a big step for you, you need to prove your not just a young girls pin up, and this is that opportunity." Wolfram rolled his eyes.
"He'll be there, he said he would." He insisted.
"He wasn't upset?" Wolfram shook his head.
"He said he was fine." He said raising his shoulders. Conrad paced the floor.
"Yuuri is a teenaged boy, he's not going to tell you how he feels. He was anything but fine." He stopped mind stride, and lowered his foot. "He may have spoken to Murata, have you seen him?" He asked. Wolfram froze.
"Yea he spoke to me actually… well… yelled…" Wolfram corrected himself.
"What did he say?"
"FIVE MINUTES EVERONE!" A middle aged red haired woman shouted darting through the back stage dressing rooms.
"The opening act is wrapping up…" Murata whispered, hoping that talking would calm his nerves a little. Yuuri didn't answer. Murata sighed. He stood in front of his friend so he could force eye contact, and grasped both of his shoulders demandingly. He pushed them both behind the stage curtain, away from the madness before speaking.
"Ok! You like him don't you!" Yuuri opened his mouth. "Don't lie to me! I know you do!" Yuuri shut his mouth his eyes giving off a sad pout. "Well, I know he likes you! A lot!" Yuuri glared.
"You don't know that Murata, he could have been pulling my tail the whole time!" He stated. Murata shook his head.
"Yuuri, am I not a male?" He questioned. Yuuri raised an eyebrow. What kind of question was that?
"… yea…" He answered. Murata nodded.
"And am I not of a gay orientation?" Yuuri shook his friends hands off his shoulders.
"What are you talking about Murata?!" He demanded.
"I'm trying to make a point, but you just ruined the moment." He complained. Yuuri took in an impatient breath.
"What's your point?" Yuuri asked. The other smiled.
"I was going to say, that I'm not stupid, I can tell the difference between messing with someone… and flirting! It may surprise you Yuuri, but I've had a lot of people just messing with me, so I know these things. And Wolfram, he was defiantly into you, though I could tell, he was trying hard not to be. He defiantly was." He stopped, and then added. "This is a career choice." Yuuri shrugged.
"Ok, even so… what am I supposed to do about it?" He questioned. Murata's smile turned from innocent to mischievous very quickly.
"Well, I figure, at the moment, there's two options. Take Wolfram's shit, and walk away." Yuuri nodded, he knew that option all too well. He was good at walking away. "OR…" Murata continued. "You can fight!" He added a little more expression to the words than necessary. Yuuri frowned. He wasn't fond of making a complete idiot of himself, like he knew Murata would want him to do.
"I can't Murata, I'm not as confident as you" He informed. Murata shook his head.
"Yuuri, Yuuri, Yuuri" He said in time with the shakes. "You need to buck up my friend!" He punched Yuuri's shoulder playfully. "I have an idea, that will not only give you the chance you require but, it will also be our own… I mean… your own little form of payback!" Yuuri raised an eyebrow. Sometimes he questioned Murata's sanity.
"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Yuuri informed.
"Ok… here's my idea…" He began quietly, leaning into Yuuri to whisper in his ear. All voices were drowned out by the speakers on stage giving out one final blast, soon followed by hysterical cheering from the crowd.
But no they weren't cheering for the warm up band, they were cheering because it was over, and now it was Wolfram's turn.
Yuuri stepped away from his friend, a loud gasp of shock echoing between the two.
"I can't do that!" He shouted over the roar.
"Yes you can…. You wimp!" Murata counted.
"Don't call me…" Yuuri started but was soon cut off.
"30 SECONDS PEOPLE!!!" The same obnoxious woman called over the crowd. "WHERE THE HELL IS WOLFRAM!?" She called down the corridor.
"Right here Anissina" The blond boy in question walked up casually composed compared to the staff around him. The three man warm up band exited the stage, and passed everyone chatting amongst themselves.
The tall red headed woman sighed deeply in relief.
"Thank god! You ready?" She questioned as she tucked a black box in to the back of Wolfram's pants, connected to a wire with a mic on the other end taped to the boys cheek.
She patted him on the back.
"You know what to do" He nodded, and stepped to the curtain shielding himself from the excited crowd.
The woman then turned to the two nervous school boys.
"Now! You boys will be heading on after the opening number. Wolfram will announce you, and that's your cue! Got it?!" She questioned, not sounding to please with the idea at all. The boys nodded dully dazed, and she departed.
"I didn't realize we'd be on so soon…" Murata breathed. Yuuri gulped loudly.
"Neither… wanna bale?" He asked hopeful. Murata shook his head and glared at his friend.
"No way! He may be a jerk, but we made a promise to that jerk! And I'm not going to let you get out of this!" He smiled despite the flipping in his stomach.
"I'm not doing that Murata! It's a crazy plan!" Yuuri argued, knowing what his friend was insinuating.
"It's a great plan!" Murata insisted, before adding seriously. "It's your choice whether you did it or not, but this may be your only chance"
Yuuri remained silent.
Until loud music started, lights blared, and fans screamed.
And suddenly Wolfram was gone, and onstage.
Yuuri took in a deep breath.
…His last chance??
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What's he gunna do? –grin-
ANYWAY!
Prolly 2 more chappies left.
And I doubt I'll do a sequel… I mentioned why before, so I wont say it again.
But I'm happy that so many peoples are enjoying it
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