Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Working out the Paradox ❯ Part 16 ( Chapter 16 )

Hello Serena1985,

Yuuri can't stay still in his skin, so attacks Wolfram with all the hurt he has. Meanwhile Wolfram repays in kind. And it's not over yet.

 

Hello Yuuramfan,

Well, it's not that Wolfram engaged - he's engaged to Yuuri after all, but there was made an agreement between Wolfram and Kyota.

I'm not sure who or what is that “Hurt”, so yeah…

 

Hello newdkidt,

Oh, Wolfram is hot, that's all right. I can call him hot. Haven't you read chapter 10? Well, maybe he wasn't hot enough to you, hahaha Actually, I don't like Conrad - he has nothing appealing.

 

 

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou! I'm not making any money.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male), Yuuri x Wolfram.

Summary: Ehhh… I think the title should speak for itself. The main goal of this fic is to make a completely straight guy fall in love with a boy… Will I reach that goal? - I think I will.

 

A/N 1: I hate Greta; she is nonexistent in this story, and Yuuri has never adopted her.

A/N 2: beta-read by punkin02. Check out her gallery on y!Gallery: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/punkin02/

 

Working out the Paradox

 

by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com)

 

Part 16

 

Yozak knew that he should have kept Kyota from barging into the hall where a conference amongst Shin Makoku and most of its neighbors and counties was being held. But Yozak had seen the looks and heard the growls the blue-haired man had sent to every guard trying to prevent him from walking down the corridor. Some of the guards could still remember Kyota from when he was a kid, others, seeing Yozak and Kadira next to him, had decided to leave the energy and resolve charged man to do as he wished. Yozak didn't want to incur Kyota's displeasure either - Kyota had even worse temper tantrums than Wolfram and his memory lasted longer, besides, Kyota didn't think twice before using his social status - the man could be a real bastard when he wanted to.

 

“Good day, ladies and gentlemen,” Kyota bowed after having barged unceremoniously through the door without even knocking. He cast his eyes over the tribunes, finding Gwendal quickly. “I humbly beg for your forgiveness because of my sudden visit…” Kyota groaned mentally when he saw his wide-eyed stepfather looking at him from the tribune. He was going to have a long lecture later… “But there's an urgent need for Gwendal von Voltaire,” Kyota continued. “Sir, may I ask…?” This time he gave a quick bow directed at Gwendal and motioned with his hand for the door.

 

Having the frown of all frowns on his face, Gwendal left his tribune and followed Kyota outside.

 

“Docharo…” Gwendal hissed at Kyota as soon as he was out, “I see Gunter's taught maxims about announcing your visits beforehand haven't reached your ears yet…” His frown deepened even further. “So, what happened?” Gwendal suddenly changed his tone; however Kyota behaved, he was known as a serious man after all.

 

Kyota motioned with his head for Gwendal to recede farther from the door. After several seconds, Gwendal was standing opposite Kyota and listening to Kyota's reasoning. Of course, two days ago, Gwendal had heard the news about His Majesty missing, and, on the same day, only two hours later, another messenger arrived and said that Wolfram von Bielefeld was also missing. Needless to say that they all had been shaken up and sent out search-parties to Delam, just as the second messenger, Armano, had requested. And now, Docharo himself and Kadira, whom Gwendal knew very well, were standing against him requesting to see the Great Sage.

 

Gwendal looked at the door behind him then nodded. “Fine. You have my permission. I'll send Gunter to you - I have to return to the meeting. We'll talk in a few hours.” With that he went back into the hall. He excused himself to the gathered ones and went to Gunter's tribune.

 

“Go to Kyota, he'll explain everything,” Gwendal said to Gunter. But before Gunter could go, he grabbed him by his sleeve again. “Just watch that the brat wouldn't do anything too stupid…” he muttered into Gunter's ear.

 

“I know, I know…” Gunter murmured back.

 

It took only several minutes to explain things for Gunter, and Gunter was running down the corridor, Kyota, Yozak and Kadira following him closely.

 

Two guards stepped in their way when they wanted to enter Murata's chambers. “The Great Sage is busy,” one of the guard's shook his head.

 

Gunter frowned at the guards. Great Sage's status was almost equal to that of the king's - Gunter's influence didn't reach farther than the Great Sage let him. He shifted from one foot to another.

 

Kyota rubbed the bridge of his nose, amused - and Gunter called himself a diplomat… He pushed past Gunter to glower at the guards who retreated after the blue gaze had settled on them like a whip. “His Majesty is away, and I hope you two are informed very well that while His Majesty is away, the command is being overtaken by Gwendal von Voltaire. And it just happened that sir von Voltaire gave his permission to visit the Great Sage…”

 

“Sir, yes, sir!” The guards saluted, moving out of their way.

 

“Finally!” Kyota pushed the heavy doors open. He quickly passed the empty room and not finding Murata, turned into another. He stopped, his eyes wide, his cheeks flushing brilliant red.

 

Yozak was caught in a coughing fit after choking on his saliva.

 

“I wish Armano were here…” Kadira muttered after taking a look at the king-sized bed where currently Murata and the three maids were taking up almost the whole space. “He'd have had a year of wet dreams after that…” he grinned at red-faced Murata and the squealing maids who were trying to grab what was the closest to them and cover their nakedness.

 

Kyota's left eyelid twitched. The Great Sage was something - his evaluation of the man had doubled - to tame those maids was not an easy task and equaled suicide. Kyota eyed Murata who was pulling a sheet over himself. Well, the man had some modesty after all…

 

“Your Highness…” Kyota bowed quickly then straightened. “There's one thing I wished to discuss with His Highness… But it would be wiser to wait until His Highness got rid of that…” With a smirk on his face he pointed at the tent in Murata's covered lap. “I beg forgiveness for intruding…” he bowed once again and marched out of the room quickly, the squeals of the maids following his back.

 

XXXXX

 

Just as they left the shopping centre, Yuuri suddenly realized that he badly needed to use the bathroom. As Wolfram didn't want to go, he tossed his denim jacket to Wolfram.

 

“Wait here,” Yuuri said before going back into the centre.

 

Wolfram moved away from the stream of people and stood leaning on the utility pole. For some time he fidgeted with the bag he had Gwendal's piggie and his perfume in then raised his head to look around him. He had seen such masses of people only during balls and when he took part in battles, which was not that common. The unending river flowed and ran, and branched farther, disgorging into other streets, the noise and clamor not ceasing for a second. Another river was on the road, speeding past, beeping, screeching. And the smell…the stench was muddling his senses.

 

Five minutes passed, only standing and doing nothing made the air appear cooler, and Wolfram flung Yuuri's jacket on. He wondered how much time they had spent in the shopping centre. Very likely it was about two hours or maybe a bit more, it was way past noon - the sun was hardly seen in the evening sky. But Wolfram wasn't all that sure what time it was - he didn't dare predicting the time according to the sun - he had already noticed earlier that there were differences between his and Yuuri's world.

 

The time was passing and there was no sign of Yuuri coming back yet. Wolfram huffed, shifting from one foot to another. After ten more minutes he got quite worried. He went back into the shopping centre after Yuuri. Looking for Yuuri, he walked to the very end of the corridor past the same bench and stores he had already seen then turned back to where he and Yuuri had split. Yuuri still wasn't there.

 

Not far from panicking, Wolfram looked around. Where the hell was Yuuri?! Frantically, Wolfram's eyes skimmed his surroundings once again. Yuuri couldn't have… No, he really couldn't have… Wolfram's fingers fidgeted with the button of Yuuri's jacket while the fragments of their last argument flew past his head. But Yuuri said… No, Yuuri…couldn't have left him, could he…? Wolfram lowered his head to look at the jacket Yuuri had given him once again.

 

Yuuri had left him a jacket.

 

For a second Wolfram just stood there, his feet rooted into the ground at a sudden feel of fright. Why not? Yuuri had killed hundreds of men; he had made Yuuri angry, what would it mean to leave his subordinate here to teach him a lesson?

 

His heart pounding in his chest and his throat dry, Wolfram looked at the streets and lessening amount of people there. He knew no language, could not read, could not understand, and it was getting dark.

 

Wolfram turned back to the sidewalk he knew Yuuri and he came from. Together with other people he crossed the street. He had already learned earlier that he was supposed to walk when there was green light.

 

Wolfram walked further for about twenty minutes, and the uneasiness only grew while he was trying to remember the places he was passing by and he was getting more and more confused - he had no idea where he was going. He stopped to think and to prevent himself from running forward in panic. He had to stay calm and focused or he'd never get back.

 

Ransui, Yuuri lived in Ransui. That was it. If he asked people, maybe someone would show him where to find that thing Yuuri had called “train”. Gathering his courage, Wolfram approached an elderly couple. The couple stared at him while he was repeating the name of the city and pointing in all directions, but understood what he wanted quickly and pointed the way. At least for once Wolfram was grateful for his blonde hair and green eyes.

 

It took him three hours to finally find the station, and it was already dark. Little by little, section after section, square after square he was finally there. Some people had looked at him as if he were mad, most of them helped, tried to explain something in different languages, but he couldn't understand anything. Things moved a little forward when one man gave him the map of the city. The man showed him where they were and drew a line with a pen to where he should go. He had also taught him the word he needed: “station”. He was grateful really, only that it wasn't all that easy. He couldn't read the names of the streets and it all looked like some crazed jumble-mumble. Still, comparing the signs, showing the map to people, pointing his finger at the cross, which the man had put, and repeating “station”, he had managed.

 

Wolfram looked around in the station building. Yuuri had bought some pieces of paper. He had no money. But first he had to find the train. How was he supposed to do that?! The station was huge, he could hear the hum and noise the trains made coming and going, some woman was announcing something in a monotone voice all the time but he couldn't make out anything. Yuuri had read something on the wall that was written with red changing signs and said something about schedule. He couldn't read. The only thing he could do was to go to the woman who was sitting behind the glass taking and giving pieces of paper. So he stood in the queue. His turn came, and he pointed on the map and said “Ransui”. The woman nodded and held out her hand. She understood him but wanted the money. He didn't have it.

 

Wolfram left the queue and roamed in the station for another hour. The hour hand on the clock in the station stood a bit past midnight, and he was falling into despair, not knowing what to do. He was saved by an elderly woman who had been waiting for her train to come and had seen how he had been thrashing about in the station. She approached Wolfram and asked something. Wolfram only shook his head, indicating that he didn't understand her. Wolfram repeating “Ransui” and using signs, she had understood where Wolfram was going and what he needed. She bought him a ticket and asked some passer-by to show him to the platform the train was supposed to leave from.

 

At about two o'clock in the morning, riding through the tunnel of darkness, with several other people in the carriage, Wolfram wondered if he'd ever forget the humiliation he had experienced. Although, now he was more worried about getting back and was simply glad that here on Earth, the same as in Shin Makoku, were some good and helpful people.

 

After finally getting to Ransui and exiting the station, Wolfram realized that despite he was closer to his destination, he still had no idea where to go. He roamed about in the city, getting cold and completely miserable. There were some people but he was not that bold to ask them: people coming out from clubs and bars, several whores leaning on the walls.

 

Then Wolfram got an idea. He had noticed that Yuuri had left his mobile phone in his jacket. The previous time he had been on Earth he had seen Yuuri talk into it. And just today Yuuri entered his brother's number into it… Yuuri had talked with his mother and Shori through this thing, but he…he had no idea how it worked. He supposed he could try but was afraid of damaging it. So he had to ask someone to call Shori. He had no idea how it would work, but it was the only thing he could do right now.

 

After several more minutes of walking, Wolfram noticed a teen standing at a bus stop. The guy was just standing and smoking. Wolfram walked over and took the phone out of his pocket. “Shori,” he said, pointing at the phone.

 

The guy looked at Wolfram, confused, and Wolfram repeated the name again. Inhaling the smoke deeply, the guy ran his eyes over Wolfram. The beautiful blonde didn't look like a stray dog or up the pole, quite the opposite: the clothes were clean, in order and the emerald eyes looking at him were clear and intelligent. But it was also obvious that the blonde didn't have any money with him.

 

“Poor thing, don't know the language?” the guy muttered, flicking the cigarette bud away. He reached out for the phone.

 

Wolfram just blinked at the guy's back when that ran off with his phone. One, two, three. Three seconds passed until the blond came over his shock and started running after the guy.

 

“Hey, give the phone back, you bastard!” Wolfram shouted chasing the thief down the street. They rounded the corner, Wolfram gaining speed and closing to the guy. “You're gonna regret it badly when I catch you!” Wolfram yelled in fury. It was not enough that he got groped and his fucked up in the head king had decided to teach him a lesson and that half of the night he had been roaming heck knows where, no…in addition, this stupid chicken shit decided to steal his phone!

 

“You are dead! You are sooo fucking dead!” Wolfram screamed, now being hot on the thief's heels. Wolfram was glad he had stuffed Gwendal's piggie and his perfume into the pockets and had thrown the bag away long ago which now let him run faster. Besides, Humans were known for lesser physical abilities than Mazoku - he was going to catch the bastard in any case.

 

Wolfram faltered a bit as after rounding one more corner, the guy snuck into a door. There were lights on in the dwelling. As almost everywhere in the streets they were off, Wolfram found it suspicious. And soon he realized why - he had followed the guy right to his buddies who now were spilling outside from the shabby dwelling. Some of them looked like they had been partying - drunkenly mumbling something which sounded like threats. Wolfram counted seven of them. Nice. He growled deep in his throat. If they thought he'd get scared and run away, they had to think twice - he was not in the mood for games. There was no way he would let the lowlifes win.

 

The anger and rage making Wolfram grit his teeth, the blond attacked first. His fist caught the nearest attacker's nose, and a sickening crack was heard. The pent up frustration and wrong spilling out of Wolfram's every pore, the blond turned away from the wincing and dazed man on the asphalt. Someone's fist caught Wolfram on his chin, sending him back but the next second he was up on his feet again, kicking his attacker in the gut and deflecting someone's fist from his right. From the corner of his eye he noticed the guy who took Yuuri's phone bringing a baseball bat.

 

Jumping to the side to avoid a kick in his side, Wolfram launched himself onto the thief. Pretending he was attacking head-on, the last second, as the guy tried to take his head off with the bat, Wolfram dropped to the ground. The bat sliding over empty air where he had just been a second ago, he swept the guy off his feet, knocked him off by hitting the base of his neck when he smashed face-first into the asphalt, and the baseball bat was his. His palms stinging with bruises from rolling on the asphalt, clenching the bat in his hands, Wolfram grinned unpleasantly at the rest of the teens.

 

XXXXX

 

His steps nearing to run in that his anxiety, Shori rounded the corner. He breathed a relieved sigh as he saw Wolfram standing at the drug store. Wolfram saw him too and started walking over. Under the watery light of post lamps Shori saw Wolfram's bruised lip and the blackening eye.

 

“What happened?!” Shori gasped, his eyes skimming over the disheveled blonde.

 

Wolfram approached Shori and stopped in front of him.

 

“Some ruffians… Wanted to steal Yuuri's phone…” Wolfram explained, patting his jeans pocket. Flinching, he touched his split lip with the tips of his fingers. “No need to worry - they look worse than I do.”

 

Shori didn't even know what to say. He had been more than surprised to get a call from the blonde. And now he couldn't understand why Wolfram was here in the middle of the night. Wolfram hadn't explained much, just said that he needed help.

 

Shori reached his hand towards Wolfram. “C'mon,” he motioned with his head in the direction he had felt his car, “let's go.” His eyes widened when Wolfram lowered himself to one knee against him.

 

“Your Highness,” Wolfram started, “may I ask for Your support and guidance while on Earth?”

 

Shori frowned, confused. “But you are Yuuri's subordinate...” He got a very uneasy feeling when Wolfram didn't answer anything to that, just continued looking at his boots. “Get up, Wolfram, and explain what happened,” Shori said, motioning for Wolfram to follow him.

 

Shori knew that Wolfram rather felt intimidated by cars but this time the blonde was placidly sitting in the front seat next to him, not a muscle moving on his face and, simply staring forward through the windscreen and into the night.

 

“So what happened?” Shori asked. “Did you get lost?”

 

Wolfram shook his head in denial and continued to gaze through the window, his features unreadable.

 

“You two got into a squabble, and you ran off?” Shori frowned as Wolfram didn't react to him. But in spite of Wolfram's stubborn silence he could tell that it wasn't it. “Yuuri ran off?!” Shori's dark eyes snapped from the road to Wolfram in disbelief. No, Yuuri wasn't that impulsive and stupid, was he…?

 

“The king decided to punish me. No big deal,” Wolfram said passively.

 

Shori's foot hit the brakes convulsively and the car jolted and sputtered and stopped in the middle of a crossing. Beeping followed. Cursing softly under his breath, Shori started the car again and thanked all the gods that it was an early morning and there were almost no cars. He shook his head thinking that he had misunderstood Wolfram.

 

“Yuuri didn't leave you out alone to walk home, did he..?”

 

Wolfram nodded. “His Majesty…” Then he shrugged. “It took me awhile to get back from that shopping centre...”

 

Shori took a deep breath. Yuuri had left Wolfram in a different city - was Yuuri completely nuts?! “Can you tell me what happened?” He frowned even more when Wolfram stayed silent. What did Wolfram do to enrage Yuuri that much that that would leave Wolfram alone in the middle of the night to come back home by himself? But whatever it was, Yuuri's act was appalling. As Wolfram had no one else to turn to, he was asking him for support, and the blonde was going to get it.

 

Shori didn't ask anything more while they were driving to his flat. With the help of the King of the Earth, Shori had bought a flat where he was currently staying. It was a flat in a small house in a calm neighborhood where everybody knew each other. Today he also brought his girlfriend to show it to her.

 

Sitting in a complete silence they had finally approached the street where he lived. Shori parked the car and they took an elevator to the second floor. As soon as they entered the flat, Shori closed the door to the bedroom as not to wake his girlfriend up.

 

Shori considered calling Yuuri and telling that Wolfram was fine and with him, but then decided not to bother. If Yuuri was that inconsiderate as to leave Wolfram alone in the world he knew only the basics about, let him be all in a fluster and flouncing about. Because Shori was sure that by this time Yuuri had regained his senses and was immensely regretting what he had done.

 

Shori led Wolfram into the living-room.

 

“You okay?” Shori asked. Wolfram was worrying him - the blonde's steps were shaky, he rather seemed to sleepwalk.

 

Wolfram gave an affirmative nod. Shori seated Wolfram on the couch where the blonde simply slumped with his shoulders hunched. He himself pushed the chair over and thought about sitting down in front of Wolfram, but the prince was silently sitting on the couch, his eyes lowered to his lap, his lips blue, all shivering, so Shori decided to make some hot tea.

 

Shori left Wolfram in the living-room and went into the kitchen to put the teakettle on. He came back to find that Wolfram started trembling even more, his teeth clattering. But it all seemed to be closer to a nervous thing, and Shori doubted that hot tea could fix that. Feeling safe, Wolfram had finally let himself relax and the experience had sunk in. Wolfram was suffering from the aftershock. Shori could only imagine what it was not to understand anyone, not to be able to read anything when one was lost and had to get to another city not knowing the way. And he had also gotten in a fight with some young vandals. It was a miracle Wolfram was here.

 

Shori was angry, no pissed. He was so mad with Yuuri for doing this to Wolfram that…that…he didn't know what he was going to do, but it really wasn't going to be anything pleasant.

 

Shori busied himself looking for linen and covers then heard the kettle whistle and went back into the kitchen to make tea. He made one for Wolfram and one for himself and came back to the living-room.

 

Wolfram gripped the hot mug in his freezing hands to get some warmth into his skin, but then winced at the same time as the mug came in contact with his raw bruised palms. Concerned, Shori took one Wolfram's palm in his hand.

 

“I'll bring some disinfectants,” he said after inspecting it. He didn't listen to Wolfram telling him that he didn't need anything and that it was fine and soon the blonde had his palms tended.

 

Shori didn't try to find out what Yuuri and Wolfram had fallen out about. He had decided to give Wolfram some peace.

 

XXXXX

 

Wolfram stumbled into the kitchen and froze as two sets of eyes set on him. They skimmed over his wide T-shirt that he had gotten from Shori and then set to his slippers. Finally Shori's girlfriend lowered her eyes back to Shori who was sitting opposite her at the table.

 

“And he's pretty indeed,” the girl said.

 

As he didn't understand a thing, Wolfram just nodded at her for greeting and decided to just ignore her further; even if she was the lover of the future king of Earth, he wasn't all that sure about her status. Instead he looked at Shori. Shori got up from his seat, motioning with his head for Wolfram to take his place. He started hustling in the kitchen.

 

“I'm thinking about calling Yuuri,” Shori said while making sandwiches for Wolfram.

 

Wolfram shrugged. “If he were interested, he'd have called long ago - I have his phone after all. You don't need to worry, Your Highness, - there was a good reason for this,” he added.

 

Silently, Shori finished cutting the summer sausage and started putting the small cuts on the four pieces of bread. Wolfram was telling him not to worry, but at the same time Wolfram was Yuuri's subordinate who was asking for refuge…how was he not to worry? -This was not only about some spats, it smelled of politics… But he didn't care what Wolfram was saying about good reasons, Yuuri was a bastard to do that.

 

Shori put the plate of sandwiches in front of Wolfram and went to make some tea. He wondered what was going to happen now.

 

“I just want to go back home,” Wolfram said, taking one of the sandwiches.

 

“When is Murata going to notice that you two are missing?” Shori asked while stirring Wolfram's tea to melt the sugar. He put the mug next to Wolfram's plate with sandwiches and stood next to Wolfram, leaning on the nearby cabinet.

 

Wolfram shook his head. “We both are supposed to be still roaming around the country, and nobody would miss us on their own. It would take more than a week for Kyota to get to Blood Pledge Castle and break down the news then make the arrangements. So one week or a bit more,” Wolfram shrugged.

 

“Kyota?” Shori interested.

 

“I was together with him when I rolled off the slope. He's a friend of mine,” Wolfram explained, reaching for another sandwich.

 

“Docharo, it seems?” Shori waved at his girlfriend for good-bye when she said she was going home.

 

Surprised, Wolfram raised his head to look at Shori. “You know him?”

 

“I talked to him after that Yuuri's birthday party.” He walked over to the table and sat down opposite the prince. He chose not to reveal that he had been skulking in Wolfram's room and had overheard their whole conversation as well as the proposing slap. “We had a long talk about His Highness and Yuuri…” Shori laughed when Wolfram actually squeaked, choking on his sandwich, his eyes turning round. Shori's features turned serious then. “Kyota has left quite an impression on me. He's a very serious and determined man, isn't he? Despite he respects Yuuri for his power and his input in reviving Shin Makoku and uniting the neighbors, he will do everything to make you his, won't he?”

 

Wolfram fidgeted with his sandwich. He sighed finally. “Actually as soon as Yuuri calls our engagement off, I'm marrying Kyota. We agreed on that just before I came to Earth.”

 

Shori's eyes searched Wolfram's face for answers, but Wolfram was much harder to read than his brother. “Does Yuuri know?”

 

Wolfram nodded. “Yeah, I just told him yesterday. He was pissed a little that I've arranged it without him, but I didn't think he'd mind.”

 

Shori shook his head, brushing his palm over his bursting forehead, thinking that he might know the reason Yuuri had left Wolfram at the shop. Silly chit. Both of them. And it didn't help that Yuuri had screwed up once again - now Yuuri had a very formidable opponent, and if Wolfram had agreed to marry him, there was no way Kyota would step back.

 

XXXXX

 

It was way past midday when Shori's mobile phone rang. It was Yuuri. Shori leaned on the wall in the kitchen, Wolfram sitting at the table near him, his brooding gaze cast out the window.

 

Shori listened to Yuuri's agitated voice while his little brother was relating the whole story. Yuuri was panicking.

 

Shori glared hard at the cupboard beside him, considering lying to Yuuri and making him worry even more, but then decided not to. “He's here,” he said into the phone. “With me.” He listened to excited Yuuri's voice then shook his head. “I don't think that coming over here is a good idea,” he said, but as expected, Yuuri didn't listen to him.

 

Shori switched the phone off. “He said he'd be here in half an hour,” he said to Wolfram. “But as he had never been here, it might be tricky for him to find the place…”

 

Wolfram only shrugged.

 

A bit less than an hour later, Yuuri was at the door, and Shori let him in.

 

“Hey,” Yuuri nodded, taking his sneakers off quickly. “Is he okay? When did you find him? Why the hell didn't you call home?” Yuuri stepped into the slippers that stood at the door. “I left my stupid phone in my jacket with Wolfram and just couldn't remember the damn phone number! And then it took me heck knows how much time until I've finally contacted our parents to get my own number, and then appeared that my phone was dead, and then I had to get your number!” Yuuri faltered as after waiting for the answers he took in Shori's facial expression. His big brother was angry, no, pissed.

 

“You know, Yuuri, you should talk, ne?” Shori snarled at Yuuri's questioning look. Then his patience snapped at Yuuri's confused looks, “You leave him out alone in another city in the middle of the night to get his ass back here and then you ask me why I didn't call you?!” He threw his arms angry.

 

“Yuuri, do you have at least an ounce of brains?! He could have gotten lost, and we might have never found him! He could have been killed by this time already! -It was just sheer luck those freakin' kids didn't have a gun with them, and he only got several bruises! It's a real miracle he had managed to get here on his own! He knows no language, he can't read, he has no money nor knows the equivalent to it! He's still in shock, Yuuri! Are you that sick to get pleasure from making him risk his life?! What the hell is wrong with you, Yuuri?!” he shouted at his brother's face.

 

By the time Shori had finished, Yuuri had shrunk back to the door he had recently entered through. A disbelieving look was locked on Yuuri's face.

 

“You can't be serious…” Yuuri muttered, shaking his head. “You think I purposely left him? Shori, you seriously think that I…” Then Yuuri's shock turned into rage. “I went to look for a bathroom and the fucking elevator got stuck! The fucking elevator, Shori! -I got stuck for more than one hour! I had accidentally flooded the damn centre earlier and the power went out! What the hell, Shori?! We did get into a spat, that's true, but… How can you think that I'm that irresponsible?!” Yuuri continued his tirade. “Why the hell do you think I left him?! Do you really think I'd do that?! Where did you get that idea at all?!”

 

Shori watched Yuuri's face for some time. Yuuri was telling the truth, and Yuuri was hurt. He knew his brother well enough to see that. Confused, Shori brushed his hands over his hair, his fingers entangling in soft locks. “Wolfram told me.” Looking at Yuuri from behind his hands, Shori nodded at Yuuri's openmouthed face. “Yuuri, he really believes you'd left him there to punish him…” Shori said. “You'd better…something is really fucked up.”

 

TBC