Chapter 11

Yuri was nervous, walking down the hallway. Every nerve in his body told him to run in the opposite direction. After this mornings "display" everyone made themselves scarce around the now agitated blonde. Yuri walked over to the double doors of the gym locker room where he was sure wolf was, the blond was part of the fencing team. He entered slowly into the room, luckily for him it was empty; he didn't want to get stuck in an awkward situation by being bombarded by a forest of naked bodies. He walked through the room past random lockers. He wasn't sure whether he would meet wolfram here or not but it was worth trying. The ruffling of clothing put a stop to his movements and he peaks around the corner of one of the lockers.

[Bingo]

Wolfram, who had been sewing a button onto his damaged uniform top, looked up from his work. They looked at each other for a bit before wolf frowns at him.

Wolfram: what do you mean by that?

[uh….nothing, sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud.]

Wolfram: what are you up to now? Planning another riot to get my pants off?

[ NO,NO,NO…T..THAT'S NOT IT AT ALL! I'm not some pervert you know.]

Wolfram: can you blame me for thinking that? Because of you my uniform is ruined and I've been publicly molested.

[To be honest, that was the last thing I expected to happen.]

Wolfram: well, what did you expect to happen?

Yuri blushed and looked away a bit; he knew exactly what wolf's reaction will be to his answer.

[Uh…I get to see you in a host outfit with matching cat ears.]

The room was quiet for a while as wolfram continued to stitch the button onto his uniform shirt. After a few moments he breaks the silence.

Wolfram: perverted wimp.

[Alright fine, I'm a perverted wimp. Call me whatever you want, but I'm really sorry about this morning. I was actually just trying to have a little fun.]

Wolfram: at my expense…nice.

[W…well no, it wasn't supposed to be completely at your expense…]

Wolfram: well, I hope you had fun, after all that's all what matters right?

Wolfram finished the button on his uniform top and stands up. He then walks past the other male slugging his uniform over his shoulder.

Wolfram: Look Shibuya.

[You could call me Yuri, you know.]

Wolfram: as I was saying Shibuya, you're not the first pervert I've encountered in this school and you certainly won't be the last. So don't bother with the half assed attempt at an apology because you're just going to do something even more stupid later on that's going to probably end with my foot connecting with your face. Let's just do each other a favor and stay out of each others way for the rest of the day.

[ Wolf wait.]

The blond kept walking towards the entrance of the locker room.

[Wolfram? I'm not letting you walk out that door until you hear me out.]

The other male rolls his eyes and continues on his way finally reaching the door. Yuri approaches him at this point.

[ I'm serious wolf, STOP RIGHT THERE.]

Wolfram opens the door and disappears in the white light on the other side. Confused Yuri goes after him only to be bombarded by nothing but empty white space. The double black king looked around him puzzled.

[Did…did…my brain just shut down?]

Shinou yawns: that plot line was going nowhere.

[Plot line? What are you….?]

Shinou appears in front of him slightly bored, earning a glare from Yuri.

[What is it now?]

Shinou: that was very entertaining, for the moment but it is awfully cliché don't you think?

[It was your idea, now where is wolfram?]

Shinou: I'll show you.

Suddenly the light of the empty space shut off and they were engulfed in darkness.

Authors note: Hey everyone, yes I'm still alive, to be honest I didn't realize people were still reading this story. You see life has a funny way of getting in the way of things you like to do. That combined with the fact that I had no idea where I wanted to go with this story and I was beginning to wonder if I would ever finish it. But reading the most recent comments, I felt encouraged to finish this fic. The next chapter will be the last one; perhaps later I can finish other forgotten works of mine.