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“Why won’t you love me?” There it was. The question Yuuri had been dreading, the question he had always known would eventually come. Sure, Wolfram had implied it many times, but he had never said it outright before, not in that small, insecure voice Yuuri rarely heard. Until now. “Uh - ah, well… um,” said Yuuri, smiling widely. Although useless, his smile was the only thing he could fall back on, but it was pinched and didn't feel right on his face. He scratched the back of his neck with his fingers then brushed them through his hair. Then he straightened his jacket collar, his cuffs. “It’s like… uh, you know. Like that.” A pair of gold-coloured eyebrows knitted together in frustration. “What the hell does that mean?” Wolfram took a step towards Yuuri. Yuuri took a step back, and came up against the dresser. “It’s not like, I mean it is, but not, you know - I just. Wolfram, it’s…” He sighed and looked down at his feet, defeated. “I see,” Wolfram said quietly. Although Yuuri wasn’t looking at him, he could hear the break in the other boy’s voice, thick and ripe and shaking slightly. Yuuri tried to look up, tried to tell Wolfram what was currently clogged in his throat, adamantly refusing to come out. He willed his head to rise, his eyes to seek out the vivid green irises he could picture so clearly in his mind. “I’ll move to a guest room.” Footsteps backed away, over to the bed, then to the wardrobe. Hangers clanged together like wind chimes in a light breeze. Drawers creaked open, then closed again loudly. The footsteps headed towards the door - one - two - three - four - Slam! Yuuri slid down the dresser until he was sitting on the floor, his knees drawn up to his chest, his head resting in his hands. So stupid, he thought to himself, squeezing his eyes shut tightly in an attempt to block out the fact that he had just acted like a total bastard. It didn't work. Yuuri bit his lower lip, trying to find one salvageable thing in this whole mess. If he'd just said what he had wanted to say, none of this would have happened. So why did he clam up? "Ehh..." he sighed, resigning himself to the fact that he was crap at communicating those sorts of feelings. The evidence was right there: a cold, emptiness lingering in the air in wake of Wolfram storming out. But there must be something, Yuuri reasoned. There must be some way... After a long time on the floor, growing cold and with his bum turning slowly numb, Yuuri finally found the solution he was looking for. He didn't know if it would work, but since it was his last option he figured it was worth a shot. With a groan he dragged himself up onto his feet, rubbing at his backside tentatively to get some feeling back, and headed out, now determined. “What the? Yuuri!” Wolfram complained, as Yuuri silently took hold of his wrist in a firm grip and pulled him, forcefully, out of the spare room he’d holed himself up in to sulk. “Oy, Yuuri! Wait a minute-” Yuuri ignored him and yanked on Wolfram’s arm, leading him along the corridor. Wolfram fell silent, letting out the occasional splutter of indignation at being handled in such a way. There was some resistance when they reached the staircase, but Yuuri was not deterred. He pulled Wolfram down the steps two at a time and then across the foyer floor, past two of the maids who were staring wide-eyed and whispering to each other behind their hands. Then they were out, beneath the warm Shin Makoku sunlight, out of the shadowy castle where Yuuri could breathe in clear, crisp air and encourage himself to follow this through. He did not relinquish his hold and by this time Wolfram had given up struggling or trying to resist. Yuuri stopped abruptly beside the pond in the courtyard, causing Wolfram to bump into him, before finding his footing. “You’d better have a damn good reason for this, Yuuri, or I swear to Shinou I’ll- argh!” There was an almighty splash as Wolfram was propelled head first into the pond, and was closely followed by Yuuri, who still had his hand resting against Wolfram’s back from where he’d shoved him. It had worked for Murata countless times, there was no reason it wouldn’t work for Yuuri. There was a familiar, fierce lurch, akin to a hook embedded in his chest being tugged on, and they were off, racing through cool, clear water towards Earth. Yuuri put one arm around Wolfram's waist so as to not lose him, and was finally able to smile to himself. If he couldn’t tell his fiancé with words how he felt, then he’d take him out on a date, Earth-style, and show him instead. ~Fin~ |
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