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Summery: AU; Yuuri had always been apathetic; about everything...

THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS MALE AND MALE RELATIONSHIPS AND OOC CHARACTERS! You have been warned.

The large ball room was white and gold. The walls, floors, tables, chairs and two sofa's near one wall and in front of the large window were white, a beautiful white. The lights from the crystal chandler twinkled gold, lights that were wrapped around the pillars were also gold.

The glass windows reflected the beautiful lights and the people within the room. The lights gave off a warm, soothing aura. The tile glazed tan floor was smooth and clear, you could see your own reflection. It was polished for the those who chose to dance. Classical music played gently, a few couples dancing, all the other adults were just talking. Of course, this meeting and these people were here more for business than to dance.

Deals were being made and deals were being closed, some broken, some being planned. The voices were soft, many people were in groups of five. The voices weren't loud at all, but with everyone talking at once, it seemed much louder in the large ball room than it really the adults were dressed formally, the men were dressed in black or dark colored dress suits and silk ties, most had white dress shirts underneath the suit jacket.

A few woman were in red or black dresses that clung to them; gold or white necklaces and gold earrings were the few pieces of jewelry. Other woman were dressed in suits for business and wore no jewelry, and many adults held a tall, thin glasses of different brands of wine in hand.

The top families from around the world gathered at this five star hotel in Tokyo. The best ball room near the top floor was reserved for this private 'party' by the number one family in Japan and considerably the world. They hadn't shown yet; the head of that family calling ahead to cancel her arrival yet told everyone the meeting must go on.

A young boy - no older than seven - with black hair and large black eyes stood off to the side, leaning against one wall near the buffet. He wore a dark gray near black suit with a dark purple tie resting against his white watched silently as the adults talked without taking notice of him, eyes distant and clouded.

Beside him, stood another boy. He didn't look any older than twelve, He was dressed in a black suit and black tie resting over a white shirt . His hair was also blank but looked more blue, their eyes matched, though were hidden behind small thin-framed boys said nothing, not to the adults and not to each other, the youngest one shifted from one foot to another, but never moved again, his eyes had never left a small group which was closest to them.

One man in the group, Sohma, turned to the two boys but only noticed one and called the older boy over without a word or glance to the youngest. "Shori. Come here." The boy pushed himself off the wall and walked over to his father who stood with more adults.

The young seven-year-old hadn't moved from his spot, his only movement had been tilting his head up and hadn't looked away from the chandler as his brother had been called listened to the conversation without interest, his black eyes blank; looking as if he were blind. Laughter broke out among the group where his brother had gone, black eyes shifted to group. Yuuri, the young boy, didn't much care for what they were talking about, he never had to speak or pretend to care.

Shori, his older brother, wasn't laughing. Shori's eyes were on Yuuri, a warm smile on his lips. Yuuri wanted to smile but he hadn't smiled in so long, he didn't remember how."Shori. I've been told you are quite the mathematical brain." a man across from Sohma said though Shori wasn't listening, until his father turned the young boy's face from the other boy.

Yuuri shut his eyes, ducked his head and opened his mouth slightly, simply making the action of sighing without any noise and pushed himself from the wall turned, heading for the door. He would rather be in the hall rather than listen to what he wasn't - and never would be - apart of. Before he reached the door, the front door swung open and the room was immediately hushed. Only the music was heard.

There, in the door-way, stood a tall woman with long bright blonde hair that curled into large curls at the ends, her bangs curled to her right above her eye, and her side bangs cupped her eyes. Her eyes were large and happy light green orbs. She was amazingly thin but in a healthy way. She wore a long black spaghetti strap dress that was a slit up the side. She wore matching black heals that made her even taller and a large, wide necklace with a dark blue jewel in the center of the rows of necklace.

To her left was a tall man that looked about twenty years old, he had long light black hair tied into a pony tail at the nape of his neck, bangs covering his dark blue eyes that were narrowed, the center of his forehead uncovered. He wore a black suit with a black tie resting on a red shirt under. He wasn't smiling, more like scolding, though without words. On woman's right was another male, he looked eighteen years old and had short brown hair, bangs in his large brown eyes but not hiding them. He had a warm smile on his face, like he was happy. He wore a blue suit with tan pants, a red tie resting against a white dress shirt.

Yuuri had noticed that not one person had spoken. Not even those who had just burst through the doors.

The young boy didn't look away from the new comers; couldn't. Even more so when he looked down to the woman's side, in front of the brown-haired teen stood another child who looked his age or at least a year older then Yuuri himself. This boy was cute enough to pass as a girl. He had sun-kissed wavy blonde hair, bangs fell around his eyes making them a brighter shade of emerald. The boy wasn't smiling but he didn't look upset either; he was dressed in a white shirt with a long sleeved turtle neck red jacket that reached just before his waist, the jacket had a type of plant design on it in gold. Just below his neck lay a green jewel on the jacket. His pants were a dark blue color.

Emerald locked onto Black and never swayed.

"Lady Cecilie!" Yuuri didn't turn his head, black eyes never wondered from emerald eyes even as Yuuri's father called out to the blonde woman. "Welcome! We thought you wouldn't make it so we began without you…" Sohma trailed off slowly.

The woman giggled happily. "I thought I wouldn't attend either but I was free so I stopped by!" As Ceil laughed, her eyes wondered to Yuuri after a moment after glancing at the blonde boy. Her smile widened and she let go of the blonde boys hand, who pouted slightly but didn't protect further, walking past Sohma, she knelt down on both knees to be a little closer to eye-level with Yuuri.

Sohma turned and didn't looked pleased, but he stood and kept his mouth shut. "How cute you are! What's your name? Sohma? Is he yours?" She had said that all in just one breath. It was both very cool and very frightening.

"He is." Celi's green eyes widened hearing the disgust in the mans voice and watched as Yuuri's dim black eyes dim further, her heart went out to him silently."Your name?" She asked sweetly. And, like the mother she was, lifted a hand to ruffle the seven-year-old's black hair affectionately. "Yuuri." Celi looked up to see Sohma, smiling yet the smile never touched his eyes. In fact, the smile looked forced and sour.

"Well." Celi stood; acknowledging this fact and addressed Sohma. "About this deal..."Everyone went back to talking the moment she went off into the group. Yuuri wanted to know why everyone had silenced themselves in the first place but didn't ask. He would find out on the car ride home when his parents talked as though he didn't exist… again.

The double black watched the woman called Celi walk away to the group with his father. Said father had voiced his name like he was the cause of all the death and strife in the world.

It wasn't anything new of course. His father had always hated him; heard him saying he was worthless and an embarrassment to the Shibuya family, though if they were to give him away it would look bad and so, as his father put it, they suffered to maintain their good reputation.

Yuuri hadn't thought Sohma hated him that much until that night three years before now. His black eyes shifted to look at his shoulder where a gentle hand now lay. He turned his head to see one of the boys the woman Celi had arrived with. The brown-haired teen to be exact. He didn't say anything. The older boy was smiling warmly. "I'm Conrart. This is my older brother Gwendal and my younger brother Wolfram." His hand had left Yuuri's shoulder to touch his brothers shoulder as he spoke their name.

Yuuri titled his head, debating on replying or not. Gwendal's eyes shifted to look at the group. Yuuri waited for them to walk away. Today and these people where like every other; they would walk away from him and he would fade from their minds. Never to remember.

Wolfram crossed his arms over his chest in refusal to join to the group. He turned his head and closed his eyes. Yuuri felt the urge to laugh; it surprised him but the laugh never emerged, the happy feeling disappearing when Sohma had muttered, "Yuuri is the cause for your sons disobedience. I must apologize." in a irritated breath.

Yuuri's eyes dimmed and from the corner of his emerald eyes, Wolfram noticed what the boy tried to hide, what everyone else ignored, not really caring in the first place. Celi laughed. "Oh nonsense. Wolfie is always like this." She set a hand on Sohma's shoulder and tried for Wolfram again. "Wolfram! Please come here! Or would you rather spend time with Yuu-Chan?"

Yuuri's eyes widened. Still confused; he felt warmth cover his hand. Looking down he saw Wolfram's hands on his. Looking up to meet large emerald eyes; Wolfram pulled him towards the door, Yuuri found he couldn't protest…and didn't want to. "Wolfie! Yuu-Chan! Please don't wonder too far!" Cecilie called after them, Wolfram huffed as if to say 'fat chance' and Yuuri heard her giggle as they left the room, the large door falling shut with a small click.

Yuuri kept silent while being pulled down the hall, turning left or right every so often and in a moment reached the elevator.

"Where are we going?" Wolfram stopped, emerald eyes wide, turning to look at the boy he was dragging down the halls. His voice was so distant, very void. His eyes and face expressed no emotion, he seemed to be completely apathetic. Yuuri didn't ask again, he hadn't really expected Wolfram to answer him in the first place. No one ever did. Instead the blonde had stopped and turned to look him over. "Anywhere they aren't." the blonde answered, pressing the up button on the elevator.

The sliding gold colored doors of the elevator opened. Wolfram tugged on his wrist but Yuuri didn't move, raising an eyebrow, the blonde boy tugged on him again with the same result. Wolfram looked over to the boy. He looked lost. The only emotion he'd seen the boy display.

Pouting, Wolfram moved behind the boy and pushed on his shoulders, causing his feet to move otherwise fall face first, forcing him into the large box. They entered just before the doors slid shut. After looking over the stack of buttons, Wolfram pressed one of the bottom ones, which meant they were going to another top floor above this floor.

"Why so quite?"

Yuuri looked over to the blonde as if in slow motion. His emerald eyes locked steadily onto him. He shrugged and looked around the small box they were in. It was gold colored and egg white, there was a small, square escape hatch at the top.

"Does your dad always talk about you like that?"

Yuuri looked over, in that same slow like motion, to stare into emerald eyes. He didn't seem to be thinking of an answer. He just stayed quite, like it was what he had to do otherwise die. Emerald eyes narrowed after a long moment of silence. He didn't like his thought. Didn't like how the boy before him acted so dead. The gold colored doors reopened. Wolfram stepped out and took one step before noticing that Yuuri wasn't following.

"Well?" Yuuri looked at him rather than studying the carpet. His onyx orbs widened at the outstretched hand the blonde offered him. "Come on." Wolfram waited, watching the seemingly internal battle behind those glazed eyes. Whatever that boy had going on in his life, it wasn't good.

The room Yuuri stepped into was one of the large suites that took up half of one floor of the hotel. The room was like an apartment really. The main living area was a large open space with a large curved sofa, a large flat screen TV and entertainment center stood before the sofa. The carpet was cream colored and plush.

A kitchen was off to the right, separated from the living area by a single island counter. Wolfram watched Yuuri survey the new surroundings, it was what he did all the time it seemed. The blonde noticed that was what the other did in place of talking.

Since the moment of that party, Shori hadn't given Yuuri so much as a glance. Caught up in the family work to pay any mind to the black burden of the family. He would walk right past Yuuri and his eyes held no sign of seeing him.

Now, sixteen, Yuuri thought he would have gotten over it, over the fact that the only person in his family that had ever actually known he existed had forgotten him and never once looked back…

Yuuri understood.

His parents hadn't always been this way, he couldn't remember clearly the last time they saw him, couldn't remember the last time they touched him or even said that loved him, but they had at some point, Shori and the servants of their home had told him so; but as time progressed, he was no longer alive to them, as if he had never existed.

But Shori had always been there, protecting him and loving him enough for both parents, at least, up until that party... Yuuri had known it was going to happen one day, though he had planned for it, he had never truly prepared himself for it. Since he was very young he had locked most of his emotions away due to his parents, but that night, when he was only seven, he had forced all the other emotions in him down deep to somewhere not even he himself could reach…

A/N::: This prologue and chapter one began as separate stories but I've fused these two creations of mine together and so whatever this story mutates to is up to the characters.

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