Title: The Magical World
Chapter 2
Written by: Lisse08
"You gotta be kidding me…" Yuuri whispered, his bag dropped onto the floor with a 'thud'. He wished someone could slap him. The blonde turned at the sound, surprise registered his face, reflecting the same expression that Yuuri was wearing.
"No way…"
"WHY IS IT YOU AGAIN?!" They shouted.
Wolfram slammed his pen on the table and stood up at once.
"What are you doing here? This is my room! GET OUT!" Wolfram shouted. Yuuri backed away with the thought that he might have entered the wrong room. Yes. That must be it! But as his eyes caught the number of the room outside the door, he looked back at the number labelled on his bunch of keys. He gaped at them in disbelief.
B-23. They are the same!
"Get out of my room! Didn't you hear me, STALKER?" Wolfram threw his book over when the door was reopened again to reveal the king.
"What stalker?! This is my room too!" Yuuri caught the book.
Anger bubbled up in the prince's stomach as the words sank into his mind. He turned sharply.
"This joke is not funny!"
"Don't steal my line." Yuuri retorted. Wolfram sank down back to his seat, his body weak.
"They didn't arrange our rooms according to the seat, did they?"
Wolfram ignored him, not wanting to accept the fact that they are now not only classmate but roommate as well. Yuuri carried his bag and entered the room, his luggage wasn't here yet. Straight away, he saw the neater bed set on his right and knew it was his. He heard the chair pushed and the door was slammed behind him. He turned to see that Wolfram had left the room. Sulking, he walked nearer and plunged himself down into the bed. He was the one who was supposed to be angry. Ever since he stepped foot into this school, that Wolfram had been getting him into troubles, both intentionally and not. He was already upset by the fact that he was blacklisted by their homeroom teacher, and now, he had gotten himself a detention to attend while others enjoyed their first weekend here.
But what troubled him the most was the magic that he performed that morning. He had no account of calling out the water element. He had no account of how his water monster defeated Wolfram's fire beast. The last thing he remembered was Wolfram attacked him, then everything went blank.
No one dared to talk with him after that lesson. He was not able to spot Murata Ken at all. May be he will try finding his room later.
Yuuri looked over at the blonde's place and heaved out a sigh. What the hell is wrong with this guy?
Xxxx Yuuram xxxX
'Under-aged Mazoku are not allowed to use magic outside school compounds. Absence for five lessons or more without valid reason might be forfeited from taking the year-end examination. Detention for over three times per semester will be suspended from the school.'
Just GREAT… two more for me and I might have to pack up and go home.
'Duel without approval from professor is not allowed unless…'
There was a knock on his door that distracted him from reading the rules. He put down the booklet and approached the door. It mustn't be Wolfram, since this is his room too, he wouldn't need to knock.
"Murata?" Yuuri was surprised to see him outside.
"Hey, king." Murata smirked.
"Stop that."
"Aren't you going to invite me in?"
"Oh… Come in." Yuuri stepped aside for him to pass through. He closed the door.
"I couldn't find you after the lesson."
"I have some business to deal with. So," he looked around, "who's your roommate? Is he nice?"
"You'd never believe this. It is the same guy we see this morning, that blonde, remember?" Murata confused face cleared off.
"You mean the one who you lifted up today. He is your roommate?" his eyes rounded.
"Hell, he is." Yuuri responded as if he was hit by something. "Wait, that's what I want to find you to talk about, what had I done today? Why did everyone keep calling me a 'king'?"
"You're the future king of this world."
"There's something wrong about this. You see, I'm not a descendent of any royal family. My father definitely didn't look at all like a king or prince."
"Regarding that, I guessed you'll have to ask Conrad Weller." His senses were ignited at the familiar name.
"Hey, how did you know about my godfather?" His eyes widened as it hit him. "Are you implying that he's a mazoku too?"
"No, he's not." Yuuri waited for more to come but the silence dragged. Yuuri narrowed his eyes.
"So, you're not going to tell me the rest of the story?"
"Do I look like I'm going to tell?" Murata smirked.
"Oh… please," Yuuri begged. "We don't have break until May, and there's no chance that I'd meet him here."
"Oh, no. You'll be seeing him soon." Murata opened the door and sneaked out before Yuuri could stop him.
Xxxx SaraWolf xxxX
"What's wrong with you?" Saralegi asked.
"What?" A few students were playing baseball in the field. Wolfram leaned over the window. The sunset settled over the sky of Shin Makoku.
"You have been acting quite strange today, like deliberately picking up the fight with the king. Haven't we been told to be careful about his level of maryoku during the orientation?" Wolfram opened his mouth to protest but Sara raised his hand to stop him. "Oh don't give me 'I can't control it'. I had known you for years. There's no one who can skilfully control their maryoku better than you do at this age. Tell me, what's wrong? Is something troubling you?"
"He pissed me off, that's all." Wolfram retorted. A thin smile cracked on his friend's face.
"Which part?"
"Can't you see how wimpy he is?" Wolfram flared up and turned over to look at him. "Are we really going to let someone like him control our country?"
"We have no choice, silly. Besides, why are you so obsessed with him? ...Obsessed…?" Sara stopped. Raising his head as if hit by something, Sara asked. "Could it be that you're in love?"
Anger rose in his inside, obligating everything. Without thinking twice, Wolfram raised his palm and swung it over to the other boy, which was caught by Sara immediately by his waist.
"Are you sure you want to do this, to me?" Sara smirked.
Veins pounded on his forehead. Forcefully, the blond yanked his hand away to break free from the grip.
"Don't talk nonsense." Wolfram warned and walked out from his sight.
Xxxx Yuuri xxxX
Yuuri raised his head from his book when he heard the door was opened. Wolfram didn't look at him. Grabbing his towel, he headed straight into the bathroom. He listened to the shuffling of the feet and the water dripping out from the shower. He sighed. It is going to be a long night.
As soon as Wolfram stepped out from the bathroom, Yuuri nearly tumbled off from his chair. He could no longer recognize him. The Wolfram who was wrapped in a pink dress gown with frills was so different compared to the Wolfram who was dressed neatly in his school attire.
"It's rude to gape!" Wolfram shouted.
"But you…" Yuuri closed his mouth when another glare was shot at him.
Wolfram stretched his hand over to the switch and turned it off. Instantly, the light was off.
"Hey!" Yuuri proclaimed.
There was no sound from the other end. Pouting rather to himself, Yuuri tidied up his books in the darkness aided only by the moonlight and sneaked into the bed minutes later.
Xxxx Yuuri xxxX
The headache that was throbbing behind his head woke him up with a start. Yuuri flipped himself over to the side. His eyes flickered opened at the light.
'Arre…? Oh yeah… I'm in Shin Makoku." He raised his head a little to see the occupant besides his was gone. Then, an electric shock washed through him. He jumped up.
"Oh my god! What time is it now?" His shaky hand reached the clock on the side chest. His eyes widened in shock that showed half past eight. Class had started thirty minutes ago and he was still here, sleeping his time off.
Damn that Wolfram, why didn't he wake him up?
Xxxx Yuuri xxxX
Racing his way, he rushed through the garden, hurrying towards the second sparring hall. It wasn't a maryoku training session like yesterday. It was said that besides maryoku, they are also trained in their physical energy in the school.
Yuuri pushed open the heavy wooden door. The creaking sound made it impossible for him to hide his lateness. The lecturing speech stopped. He was about to apologize again when shock took over. He stared at the lecturer, thinking that he must still be in dream.
Conrad Weller was standing in the middle of the circle, looking at him along with other students.
"Good morning, heika." Strange, even his voice sounded the same…
"Oh… please," Yuuri begged. "We don't have break until May, and there's no chance that I'd meet him here."
"Oh, no. You'll be seeing him soon."
Is this what Murata meant?
"Heika? Heika?"
Alert, Yuuri found his voice.
"Um… Sorry I'm late… sir." He was a little hesitant at adding the word 'sir' rather than using his real name like he usually did.
"Come join us." Conrad smiled. Nodding, Yuuri spotted Murata easily since he was sitting near the exit. Not wanting to draw any more attention, Yuuri ran forward and sat down next to him.
"Told ya." Murata whispered.
"Is that really Conrad Weller?" Yuuri hushed.
"You can ask him later when class is over."
"Let's give it a try." Conrad ordered and pointed towards his right. "Grab your wooden sword at the corner there."
Bustling around, Yuuri and others went over the place. Taking the nearest possible sword that he could reach, he pulled it out without looking at it. He didn't need to be told twice. After reading the rules yesterday, he found out that pairings for every hand-on combat practices are to be with the neighbor sitting next to you. Luckily, it isn't permanent. The seating is changed once a month, in other word, the pairing will be changed as well.
So, he just needed to bear with the brat for this month in class since he was still bound to meet him back in their room.
Different from yesterday, Wolfram was the one who found him this time. Yuuri beckoned away. It was purely out of his reflex that he did so. Wolfram preferred not to take notice of it, though in truth, he was quite irritated by that. They took up their position. Flashes of images shone in Yuuri's inner eyes, reminding him of what he had done yesterday.
"Wolfram… Ano… I want to apologize for yesterday…" He didn't really apologize properly ever since that incident. But right now, the strong killing ki around Wolfram had Yuuri reconsidered that he needed to do so.
"It doesn't matter to me." Wolfram said in a cold tone, which sounded totally different to Yuuri, as if telling him that it did matter.
'Don't worry, Yuuri. This is a physical strength combat. There's nothing to do with maryoku. So, don't worry.' He repeated.
"On the count of 3, the one on my left will strike first while the other will try to defend." Conrad said. At least there's a countdown this time…
Yuuri looked from right to left. So, he was the one who will be defending. He saw the corner of the blonde's face quirked up. A thought ran though him like a knife.
Wolfram stared in loathe at the boy. His heart was thumping like crazy, as if it was going to burst. The words that Sara said were still lingering in his thoughts.
"Could it be that you're in love?"
It is not true…
"1…"
'What if Wolfram is thinking of revenge?' Yuuri shuddered.
'It is not true…' Wolfram fumed.
"2…"
'I have to be careful.' Yuuri grabbed onto the wooden weapon, stronger than ever.
'NOT true…'
"3!"
'No…!!'
"NO WAY!"
A swoosh of wind gushing through Yuuri's ears. He ducked instead of defend. There was a dull thud behind him, followed by shrieks from girls. It sent shivering chills down his spine.
Had he done it again?
Wolfram stared in horror as he realized what he had done. His wooden bat had strike not Yuuri, but Sara, the one who was standing behind the double black. He didn't expect Yuuri to escape. Sara lied unconsciously on the ground.
"Back off! Back off!" Conrad ran into the crowd, pushing them aside. With a swift motion, he checked the vital signs of the young boy.
"He's fine, just knocked out. I'm bringing him to infirmary. Class dismissed early for today. Yuuri, Wolfram, come see me later." Conrad gave him a half-smile and set off with Sara in his arms.
"It's your fault." Wolfram started. Bewildered, Yuuri spun around to face the boy.
"My fault?"
"You duck!"
"That's because you are attacking for real!"
"Hadn't I told you we take it seriously even when it's only a practice?" Wolfram shouted.
"But you are intending to kill me, aren't you!?"
Wolfram smirked.
"What if I'm?"
Angered, Yuuri's body reacted. With his fingers twisted into a fist, he lurched forward. Students panicked. Commotions started breaking out around him but he was vaguely aware of it. All that blinded him was the rage he felt for the blond.
What he didn't expect was the push that he felt from behind his back. He fell forward.
"…!!!"
Wolfram stared in horror at the big round black onyx in his own eyes. He could see his own green light reflecting back to him in them. The warm touch on his lips was making his heart beating even faster. The sensation hit him in his head. He couldn't believe it.
He couldn't freaking believe it!! His insides shake.
Yuuri Shibuya kissed him!
RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE STUDENTS!
"JERK!" Wolfram shoved the boy off his body and did another thing that he deeply regretted before he knew it.
"I'm really so…" Yuuri defended frantically. In his eyes, he saw the palm raised up.
The slap echoed through the hall.
Wolfram gaped in shock at the raven black, his palm lingered high in the air, not daring to move anymore. So were the other students.
Yuuri felt the hot prickling feeling on his face where Wolfram had slapped him. The silence around him made his goose bumps formed.
He didn't understand why, everyone looked shock, a shock that was greater than the kiss that he had accidentally planted.
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