AN: Hello there! For the last 3 years, I have been a Yuuram fan. And now I have encouraged myself to write a story about this wonderful pair. This is my second story, the first one I wrote about Gakuen Alice. I may not finish it though, I don't know why but recently I have lost my interest in that. I'm going to do my best, so please support me with your comments and opinions; I will do my best to be better. Oh, and English isn't my primary language, so please forgive me if I make some grammar mistakes. Well then, let's begin!

Chapter 1 First Impression

Genre: Romance

Rating: T

Pairing: Of course Yuuri and Wolfram.

Notes: AU, and a bit OOC. An italic word means the thoughts

This one has been edited, there's a few changes in here, hope you'll enjoy it!

What is love?

People say love is blind.

I don't see why love must be blind.

I've been in many relationships, but none of them are worthy enough to be called 'love'.

I want to know, how does it feel to fall in love?

Okay. You must be confused with this love-defining-thing right? Let me introduce myself properly; my name is Shibuya Yuuri. People often call me Yuuri, or just Shibuya. Yeah, I know, one hell of a name, it's kind of lame. Well my mom named me, for God's sake and everyone in the neighborhood knows how hyperactive my mom can be. I am the second and youngest son. My older brother is Shori, and he is a perfectionist, a nerd, and a gaming maniac. We look just like our father, whom people have named "Japan's Donald Trump" for owning a very, very large amount of real estate, including Japan's number one estate: The Shibuya Corp.

On the other hand, my mom, Jennifer (who's very persistent about being called 'Mama'), is a mix of American and Japanese; she grew up in Boston and later moved to Japan after marrying my father. Shori helps my dad in the office, while Mom does cooking and does everything she can to be the best mother she can for us. And as for me, I just turned fifteen, but my friends often say that I have a more mature look about me and an attractive body that makes women drool over me. Yeah, I know, it's a bit of an exaggeration. To put it simply, I am no ordinary guy.

I am still on holiday at the moment; I passed my last exam and now I'm ready to become a senior high school freshman in two weeks or so. I will be entering Shin Makoku Senior High, a pretty decent school. Over the past 15 years, I have been in six relationships, all of which ended up being no good. I end up not being able to stand the other person for more than a month, one week, or sometimes even 3 days.

"Yo, Shibuya!" I heard a familiar voice call my name from behind the door. It must be him.

"Murata," I answered in greeting. He opened the door and sat beside me.

"It's been sooo boring this holidays, right Shibuya? We didn't even get a chance to go to Hawaii. I bet the girls are all waiting for us," he whined with a sigh.

This is Murata Ken. He is my childhood friend, and also my best friend of many years. "Yeah… But the entrance exam for Shin Makoku is making us stay here in Japan. Studying," I said as I paused the music on my iTunes. "Anyway, what are you doing this morning?" he asked while checking his mobile phone.

"I was thinking… Hmm…" I trailed off, recalling my memories. "What, love again Shibuya? Aren't six victims enough for you?" he teased with an evil smirk.

"Hey, you make it sound like I purposely broke their hearts, Murata!" I yelled, defending myself. Really, I'm not a playboy, I promise!

"Speaking of victim," he looked at me with such joy that I knew something had to be up. Something I probably wouldn't like. "One of your exes will be holding a birthday party, what do you say?" he asked me, and grinned. "Who? I didn't get any invitations." I said innocently.

"Guess who? Victim number four, Shibuya!" He said and patted my shoulder. "Knowing her, it's going to be a huge, high class event. And don't think you didn't get an invitation from her, it just arrived as soon as I came to your house," he added. Great, thank you Murata.

"…Fine." I gave up, knowing he wouldn't stop pestering me until I did. I just don't have the energy to argue with a guy like him right now.

"Ne, Shibuya, why don't we go shopping for the tuxedo now?" He stood up, ready to drag me out of my room. "Yeah, I need to go find her something nice too, let's go Murata." I stood as well and walked out of the room. We walked downstairs as my Mom shouted, "Yuu-chan, are you going out with Ken-kun?" I continued to walk until we reached the living room before replying, "Yes Mom-" "It's Mama, Yuu-chan!" "Yeah Mama, we'll be looking for a birthday present for a friend. I might be coming home kinda late, so don't bother calling me, ok Mom?"

"Don't forget to eat, dear! Bye bye Yuu-chan, bye Ken-kun!" she shouted happily. Murata smiled and said, "Bye Jennifer-san!" before we both walked out of the house and into my car.

Which one to use… Bentley, Lamborghini, or SLR McLaren?

"Shibuya… Your cars always stand out too much."

"What can I say, I love these three like my own pets, Murata," I said as I clicked the remote to unlock my Bentley. I put on my seatbelt and started the engine before backing out of the garage. "Any ideas about the present? And where do you want to buy the tuxedo?" I turned to see Murata, expecting an answer. "Let's go to a jewelry shop and drop by Mont Blanc or Raoul."

We finally arrived at one of the best jewelry shops in town. The manager greeted us with a welcoming smile and asked us what kind of items we were interested in looking at. "A fine necklace with a pendant, please," I requested, and Murata nodded in agreement. As we waited for the manager to look for the item, I happened to get a glimpse at her nametag, Hm, Flurin-san.

"Here's my suggestion, what do you think? It's one of my favorites," she said tenderly.

"This one's too good for an ex," Murata bluntly said. "And this one is too Auntie-like," he said, pointing to another. Flurin-san just smiled at his comments. I looked around a bit then peered closely at one necklace before picking it up. "This is it," I announced. I handed the necklace over to Flurin-san so that she could wrap it. "Do you need a card to write something, perhaps?" Flurin-san asked us, and, after seeing our expressions, she nodded and went to the cash register. "Thank you for coming to Princeton Jewelry, we hope you will come by again soon," she called as she gave us a smile again. "We will. See you later then, Flurin-san," I said as we walked towards the door. Ah… Seems like I was wrong. Yes. Not 'we' because Murata wasn't anywhere near me. I looked behind me to see Murata still at the cash register, trying to flirt with the cashier. I should have known; being a Murata, he wouldn't let any pretty girl behind. I thought with a laugh.

I decided to wait in the car and listen to some music. I could see many people looking at my Bentley, and down to the car's license plate, which reads 'Y U U R I'.

Maybe Murata was right, I do stand out a bit too much.

I looked at my watch, It's been fifteen minutes. What is he doing in there? He's taking too long.

Just when I was about to call him, I saw him walking towards the car. He got in with a victorious expression on his face. "I got her Shibuya! She'll be going with us to the birthday party the day after tomorrow." Murata said happily. "Well, you are an expert in that kind of thing Murata, so it's no wonder." He put on his seatbelt, and mumbled something that sounded like "I'll take that as a compliment."

I grinned and said, "Engine, start," and drove our way to Mont Blanc.

"Welcome to Mont Blanc," one of the hostesses said. I gave her a small smile in reply. For such a small smile, there seemed to be a big blush on her face.

"What will you two be needing today?" She asked, looking at both of us.

"We need some tuxedos for a birthday party, do you have some?" Murata said and made a move towards the mannequin. He seemed to be thinking of something. "Shibuya, you should try this one. I have a feeling this will look perfect on you," he told me while pointing at the tuxedo. "And I'm gonna try this one," he said and took the tuxedo beside the one he picked for me. After a few minutes, I came out and asked for his opinion. "How do I look?" I asked while looking at the big mirror. The hostess seemed to be speechless.

"Che, Shibuya, really, you never look bad in anything you wear. I envy you."

"Well Murata, you don't look half bad either with that one." I looked at the hostess and said, "Am I right?" She finally snapped out of her daze, and nodded repeatedly, "Ye-yes, you look good in that, sir!" With that, we bought the tuxedos and exited Mont Blanc.

"The weather is nice, ne Shibuya?"

"Yeah…"

"Do you think Flurin-san will like my tuxedo?"

"…Why don't you ask yourself, Murata?"

"Geez, Shibuya… what a great friend you are!"

"Hahaha. That's what you get for leaving me behind at the upcoming party Murata"

"Wanna bet? There will be tons of fan girls who would die to do with you, you know that for a fact," Murata said, crossing his arms.

"You talk like you're a prophet," I stated dryly.

"I'm just stating the truth, reality, Shibuya," he said, smacking the back of his hand against his palm in my direction for emphasis. "I'll regret it if I don't bring someone to accompany me while you get to be surrounded by so many girls!"

I sighed.

If only I could bring someone too… but unfortunately, I don't have that special someone and it's not worth it otherwise. How depressing.

The next few days passed pretty quickly until it was finally time for the big event.

"Where are you going, little brother?"

"Oh, Shori. I'm going to a birthday party tonight." I said while fixing my hair with some gel.

"Whose birthday?" he asked again,

He really likes details.

"Its Suzumiya-san's birthday, Shori. And stop calling me little bro, I'm not a kid anymore."

Shori frowned. "I will call you that until the end of the world. You're my only little brother. I will do whatever it takes to protect you!"

I rolled my eyes. There he goes again with the dramatics. It must be Mom's genes that he got.

I decided to ignore him and continued with my hair.

"Don't forget to come home, and don't do anything stupid at the party, okay little brother?"

Geez.

"Yeah, yeah Shori. Don't worry."

Shori smiled, and closed the door. There, my hair is done. Good. Now I just have to put on my shoes and go to… JW Marriot. All right then, here I go.

"Bye Mom!" I said as I exited through the front door. I can hear Shori shout from inside the house, "MY LITTLE BROTHER IS IGNORING MEEE!"

….Oh my.

I rode in my Bentley again, and headed off to JW Marriot. I heard a beep and realized I got a text message. Murata. Oh, he's waiting for me at the lobby.

I tap my phone to reply to his text. 'Be there in 15 minutes'

When I arrived at JW Marriot, it was already seven o'clock. I let the valet take my car and walked my way to the lobby. There they are.

"Yo, Shibuya!" Murata greeted me while waving his hand.

As I got closer to them, I could see Flurin-san smile at me and bow her head. "It's nice to see you again, Shibuya-kun"

"Nice to see you too. And please, just call me Yuuri," I replied with a smile. "Let's go," I added.

We took the elevator to the grand ballroom, which is where the party was being held. The outside decorations were nice enough to give you the feeling that this party was going to be great. The event organizer sure is doing well, I thought. While I was busy looking at the pleasant view, Murata and Flurin-san were writing their names in the guestbook. I took the pen the person gave to me and searched for an empty row to write down my own name. There. As my eyes wandered while I was writing, I noticed a fairly unusual name in the space above mine. Huh? Wofram? What an uncommon name… I didn't give it anymore thought after that as I continued to write down my name.

The party should get started soon.

As we entered the grand ballroom, we saw that it was full of teenagers. The party had already started, I guess. They were already eating and had their drinks, some of them even drinking wine. In the center of the ballroom, we could see a catwalk with models walking on it.

"Suzumiya-san really shows off her talents, ne Shibuya?" Murata asked while taking some cookies.

"Yeah, she's very proud of her designing skills," I said as I searched for an empty seat in the middle row.

Just as we're about to sit…

"Yuuri, you came!" I heard a familiar voice cry. Please, Suzumiya san, lower your voice. I turned around to see Suzumiya-san in her long maroon dress approaching me.

No. Not just approaching. Hugging me. She is now hugging me. Bah.

"Ahh, Suzumiya-san! Happy birthday to you," I said with a polite smile. She blushed and hugged me again, saying, "Thank you Yuuri…" before she unwound her hands from my neck. I can see that her friend behind her was looking rather nervous, and… appeared to be displaying puppy-dog-eyes to me. Sweet.

"Yuuri, you look so good tonight!" Suzumiya said as she checks me out from head to toe. "I mean, you always look great in anything you wear!" she added. "I bet my friends will all be jealous because I hugged you. Ugh, now I'm really sad because we aren't seeing each other anymore…"

Please don't say that.

"Well, it's the past Suzumiya-san, so let's just forget about that, okay? We're friends now," I say, but I can still sense the sadness in her eyes.

"Yeah, you're right Yuuri. I should move on, ne?" she smiled, and turned to see Murata behind me with Flurin-san. She waved to them and said, "Have a nice time!" And then she left with her friends. After that, many eyes turned to look at us, seeming to finally notice us. "Prepare, Shibuya" Murata said, mocking me. With just that little commotion, there'll now be tons of girls with their cameras surrounding me.

Geez, I'm no Hollywood actor, why bother taking photos?

This is what I would like to say to them but instead, all that I can do is just smile.

Girls… are so annoying at times. Hey! Stop touching me.

"Uh, could you please, remove your hands from my wrist?" I flash her the best smile I could so that she wouldn't get hurt, and there it goes. Smiles work the best. Finally.

"What did I tell you Shibuya, haha," he said teasingly. I sent an eye signal to Murata, help me out.

Murata. Help me. Now.

"Well, ladies, if you will excuse us, we want a little privacy here, you don't mind, do you…?" Murata said with his stern expression. Whoa, good job there Murata. Way to be a hardass and scare all those girls away. I think I'm just too nice for my own good sometimes…

After we finally got to sit down in peace, the emcee walked to the stage to continue with the party.

"Ladies and Gents, we will now begin a very entertaining game for which we will need 2 or 3 couples. Our employees will give each person here a pen and paper. All you have to do is vote for the person of your choice. And just so you know, the hotter that person is, the more entertaining it will turn out to be," he announced with a slight grin. "Are you ready? Let's begin!"

Everyone seems to be drawn into this silly thing. Whose name should I write down? Suddenly, I thought about that name above mine in the guest book.

Wolfram

…

… I... Wrote down his name. I can't believe I actually did this to someone I don't even know.

I turned to Murata to see that he was writing MY NAME. "What the hell, Murata!" I suddenly said. He turned to look at me and answered with "What? I have my rights, Shibuya. Besides, I didn't see anyone worth being called hot other than you. And him. Hmm" And then he sent me an eye signal that went a little something like: Of course Flurin-san is hot, but I can't write her name, what if something nasty will be done there in the game? Right, Shibuya?

I grit my teeth.

Something nasty, huh?

Of course, Shibuya! Don't you remember Suzumiya-san's hobby?

I tried to remember.

Well… designing… reading… reading fictions… fictions…! Tha-that!

….! Masaka…!*

Ha! There you remember! You should be careful, Shibuya…

With that evil grin, he left me speechless. We've known each other too long that we can have conversations like this without actually talking…

The employees were collecting the papers and bringing them to the stage, where Suzumiya-san and the emcee were chatting.

"Okay, the papers are all here. Let us continue to the second step: the count!" I can see that Suzumiya-san is sporting that weird, perverted smile.

I have a bad feeling about this...

"There are 300 people who were invited to this party, and out of that, 2 or 3 couples will be chosen from the vote. The more votes someone gets, the higher the possibility they will get to the stage." After a few minutes, they had already finished with the voting statistics and were ready to call the 'hottest person by vote' now.

"Shindo Hikaru- as the 6th please comes over to the stage." The applause was heard for this Shindo guy. Huh? I think I have seen him in Go tournaments on TV or something.

"Not bad, not bad," I heard Murata mumbles.

"The 5th, Miyano Shiho, we welcome you to the stage." Now Murata is hitting my elbow. He just gave me a "Wow" response, an obvious sign that I should see her too. Indeed, that girl is pretty.

"And the 4th - Shusuke Fuji, please get up and come here." The applause was getting louder.

"3rd, Amamiya Sayuri, please come here…!" Murata looked a bit speechless now. That Amamiya-san is really pretty though, so I can't really blame him. I've heard a lot of myths about her too…

"And now, the top ranked, number 2 and number 1… please come up here."

There seems to be a pause. The room was ridiculously quiet. Just like in the finals of American Idol's pre-declaration when it was time to know if they were safe or not.

Damdamdamdamdam *sound of drums*

…..

"Wolfram Von Bielefeld… and… Shibuya Yuuri!" WHAT? Me?

"Let's give them our biggest round of applause folks!" Suzumiya-san was smiling weirdly again.

They were cheering so loudly for us...

Uh. I have a bad feeling, really. Seeing that smile is making me really nervous, nothing good can come of this!

"Well, my predictions never seem to be wrong eh, Shibuya…" he mocked me yet again as I sighed and decided to end this fast. Just as I got up and start making my way up to the stage, I remembered something.

Eh? That Wolfram guy was actually getting voted too?

I was too busy fuming to even notice that someone was following me behind to the stage.

The lights are so bright here on the stage. They kinda hurt my eyes. I tried to look around me, to find that the 3rd, Amamiya-san was on my left. I turned to see who's on my right side, to find someone... Someone… Someone… Whooah, so beautiful.

I tried to concentrate on his face. How can someone be so perfect? So beautiful? A male this beautiful?

I can't seem to trust my eyes yet; I tried rubbing them to clear my vision.

He's for real.

Emerald eyes.

Blonde hair.

He's about as tall as I am; maybe I'm taller by a bit.

Skin as white as a snow. Okay maybe not really like snow, it's much more beautiful than snow.

Perfect nose, jaw, eyes and lips.

Also… a bit of a reddish cheek.

Is he blushing…?

"What? You think I'm a ghost?" I heard him say in an irritated tone. His cheeks are still red, I noticed as he turned away from me.

He's funny.

I laugh whole-heartedly.

I can feel that he's looking at me right now.

He's blushing again,

How cute.

*Masaka, Japanese, means "Don't tell me…! (In a kind of shocked expression of guessing over something) I'm sorry if I write it wrong ;p

AN : So how was it? Anyone knew of the names of the 6 till 4th rank? Hahaha yeah, slightly crossover, just the name thou :D

Was it too long for their meeting? Are you bored? I know, Yuuri is a bit OOC.

I've warned you. Lol. He's a bit cool here, hehehe… The rest that happened in the party will be revealed in chapter 2 o^^o.

So many plots running through my mind… Honestly, I had trouble with describing the area or the environments… I lack experience in that. Hopefully I'll get better.

Thank you for reading; I'll be expecting some opinion from you guys. Please R&R.

Big thanks to the BR, Yaoi Addicts Anonymous for correcting me! :)