Title: Until the time we meet again

Written by: Lisse08

Disclaimer: don't own kkm

Rating: T for this, M for next chapter

Summary: AU. "Until the next time we meet… you'll not be my boyfriend anymore…"

A/N A combination plot of 'Gone' and 'Remember me'. It's not the same but somehow, it gave me a similar feeling with 'Remember me' when I'm writing this. I always love this kind of story. (smile)

The malaise feeling was getting stronger within him. His mind was swaying sluggishly, back and forth. Despite this, he steadied himself from fainting right at the spot. The fake smile was plastered onto his face at his friends.

"You're so cruel! So, you decide to leave us just like that?"

"We have been hanging out for three years. You can't leave us."

"America is so far away..."

"Yeah, that means we won't even be seeing each other."

"No… Wolfram…"

"Why so sudden?" His best gang pleads were wavering his determination, his heart wrenched. That was a lie. He wasn't going to America. The truth was he was only using that as an excuse to quit school. Wolfram raised his hands to calm them down.

"I'm not the one who decided this… I'm sorry… I really am."

The tears were pooling around his eye sacs again. Adding up with the nausea just now, he felt sicker. He must get away from here. Away from this kind of touchy scenes that would only made his condition worse. Standing up to his level, his friends' gazes followed him.

"Wolfram…"

"Sorry!"

The blonde shouted and raced out from the room. The tears had escaped, rolling down his milky cheek. He breathed in the flesh air, trembling as he ran along the street. He extended his hand, wiping off the tears with the back of his hand. His head and chest were in pain. The vision was going blurry again and there was humming in his ears. He had lost track of number how many times this had happened. He was aware that it had become more frequent than last month. That would only mean one thing.

He was running out of time.

Xxxx

"Shori had done it again." Yuuri complained.

"What did he do?" Murata laughed, walking out from the field together with the leader of baseball team. They had finished their weekly training.

"He kept on asking me to call him by Onnichan."

"Then, do him a favor. It's not that hard."

"I would never do that," Yuuri mumbled. Complaining this with Murata wasn't a good choice, remembering that he had even once willingly worn the cooking-gown for his Mother. It was embarrassing, calling Shori by Onnichan at that age of his.

"How's Bielefeld doing?" Murata asked after a few moment of silence.

"What about him?" Yuuri retorted, flaring up again at the thought. Wolfram had not called him for a week since their fight that day. He thought that he could have made up with the blonde with his apologies and all that. He had even waited for the blond for three whole nights outside his house for him but none of them won his heart back. He couldn't understand why Wolfram couldn't forgive him. Doesn't he trust him enough that he would never dare to date another woman behind his back as long as he has Wolfram? Did he had that little faith on him?

"Are you going to give up on him?" Murata probed.

And does he need to break up with him just because of that?? Yuuri gritted his teeth.

"I see." Murata understandingly dropped off the subject.

Xxxx

Wolfram packed up the clothes into his suitcase. The bottle of pills was laying aside the bed, untouched. Wolfram felt as if it was jeering up at him. Furious, he seized the small bottle and smashed it onto the wall. The fragile plastic never broke no matter how many times he threw it. He groaned out loud in both frustration and helplessness. The double black's face entered the door of his mind for the nth time. His chest was squeezed tight by the thought.

"Wolfram…" Yuuri was here, right here beside him. He was wearing that amiable smile he was mesmerized by.

Smiling, he reached out to his boyfriend's face, only when it touched air did he realize that there was nothing more than just his imagination. Tears cascaded down along the curve of his cheeks.

'Yuuri… I miss you…'

Xxxx

Conrad knocked on his little brother's bedroom door. He had locked himself inside the room since he came back.

"Wolfram?"

The sunset ray was streaming through the velvet curtain at the corridor. He couldn't bring up his hand to knock further as something flashed through.

"Doctor, please tell me what's his condition."

"There's a tumor in his brain."

"Tumor…?" Conrad gasped. The wave of shock swept through his body from his hair to every particle in his body, petrifying him.

"I'm sorry about it."

"Can… Can he be cured?"

"You must have realized it, sir. His fainting had been quite frequent. It was not just a benign tumor. The amount of his white blood cells had been declining really fast. I'm sorry but his chance of surviving is low."

Conrad couldn't response. The blonde who now has the peaceful look, sleeping on the white linen bedding used to be so healthy.

"How long…?" Conrad's voice was barely above whisper, nearly swallowing the rest of his words. "… can he live…?"

"If he follows the medications, three months…"

The doctor didn't need to finish his words, the brunette had broken down. To learn that he would loss his little brother was such a blow to him. The sense of detachment, the refusal to believe the truth, anger, was all seeping into him at the same time. Soon afterwards, he lost full control over his emotions. The tears were spilling out with each air he took.

One and a month had passed since then. He had seen for himself how his brother's body became weaker and weaker with each passing days. Since Wolfram had warned him not to tell Yuuri anything about it, he never did, neither could he break this news to that of his godson. It hurt him enough just thinking about it.

"Wolfram? Open the door."

Knocking on the door again, he called out louder. There was no reply. Feeling anxious than ever, he began to bump at the door with renewed forces. Still, the door remained unbuckled. Conrad raced into his room, which was opposite his brother's and fumbled through his drawer for the bunch of keys. He returned, hands trembling as he rammed it into the hole. He couldn't keep himself steady, his heart beating like crazy until he could throw it open.

"Wolfram!"

He yelped. The blonde's limp body was rested on the bed, his breathing irregular and deep. The eyes were half-closed and opened, drifting from conscious to unconscious. He turned his dark emerald eyes towards his brother, mumbling senseless words. Without any further thinking, Conrad grabbed up Wolfram into his arms. He must send him to the hospital. As he started towards the door with only panic in his pit, a paper slipped out from Wolfram's relaxed fist and glided down onto the floor in zigzag motion.

Conrad's eyes gave a quick scan at it. It was a photo, consisting of the blond smiling up with no worries with Yuuri beside him, their hands on each other's shoulders.

'Wolfram…'

He had made up his mind. For his brother's sake, even if he would turn out hating him again like before, he must inform Yuuri about this before Wolfram truly regretted it.

Xxxx

Yuuri's hands were shaking vigorously. The coldness that never existed in his surroundings was touching his skin, sending shiver down to his spine.

"Is that true?"

"I know how you're feeling, Yuuri. I'm sorry, but it's true."

The anger exploded in one shot. The pure fury had washed up all the sorrow he had experienced after the breakup, but soon returned with a greater volume of sadness.

"Why didn't you tell me about it??"

"Yuuri…"

"Forget it! Where's he now?" Yuuri interjected sharply.

"In the Central Hospital."

Yuuri cut off the connection immediately. Having no time to lose, he rushed down the stairs, grabbing the keys on the table and out the house. He heard Shori shouting after him, probably angry about him bringing his car without asking for permission. That wasn't his concern. Wolfram, he must get to Wolfram now.

Xxxx

Wolfram squirmed, opening his eyes a little. There were some annoying beeping sounds in his ears. His whole body was wary, and his heart was still heavy. Despite this, he felt a lot better compared to the time before he lost his senses. Slowly, he let the eyelids that blocked his view up.

"Wolfram?"

He must have been imagining things, again. Yes, just like before. But there was still a serious jolt in his heart beat when he saw Yuuri looking down at him. That Yuuri seized his nearest palm and intertwined their fingers together, his other hand ruffled oh-so-gently through his golden hair. The feeling was too real.

"Yuuri…" He extended his own hand. Even if this was a dream, Yuuri was still his Yuuri. When they found the barrier of the solid skin, he jerked back. His eyes widening in shock to realize that this was not merely a dream.

"Yuuri! Why are you here?" Wolfram shrieked, nearly waken up the all patients in their unit.

Yuuri smiled. The blonde was too energetic for a patient but it didn't cover up the fact that he was on the verge of death. His face was still of that pale corpse and his skin was cold and clammy. The contents of those in IV drip were supporting his life. The liquid damped the corner of his eyes without knowing it.

"Wolfram…" Wolfram relaxed and lied reluctantly back into his pillow, catching the double black's hands.

"Wimp, don't cry." Wolfram reprimanded sharply, watching irritably at the shiny clear image that was reflecting from Yuuri's eyes. The tears were reminding him how helpless he was. He had never been this misery before, never in front of Yuuri.

"But… but!" Yuuri sobbed. Wolfram laughed, rather weak. Raising his hand, he wiped off the crystalline tears that appeared on the double black's cheek. In response, Yuuri grabbed onto the hand tightly and leaned his head into the palm. The blonde sighed.

"That's why you should never have learnt about this. I don't like to see that look from you, Yuuri."

"Do you wish to hide this from me forever even until you die?"

"Wouldn't it be better that way?" At the plaintive smile of the blonde, Yuuri had to resist himself from punching some senses into his lover.

He rested his other free hand onto the blonde's forehead, feeling the warmth there, the blonde closing his eyes at the contact.

"If it wasn't for Conrad… I might just…"

"… Let go of me?" Wolfram finished for him, his eyes still entombed in the darkness. So it was Conrad who spilt this secret. Well… it didn't matter now. Even if death was stretching out, trying to drag him down anytime, he felt peace. "That's what you should have done…"

"Are you an idiot or what??" Yuuri shouted. "Do you think I will ever let go of you?"

"Aren't you planning to do so?" Wolfram asked.

"Obviously not! I'll never do that." The double black tears were even more painful than his best friends'. Hurting Yuuri like this was the last thing he wished to do.

"But I will, Yuuri." Wolfram pressed on firmly.

"That's you. I won't. As long as I still love you, there's no chance for me to leave you at peace, Wolf. You should have told me what happened. I can't believe you've been handling this pain by yourself all this time. This should never be kept as a secret from me. Don't you know how worry, how scared I was on my way here? I… I was so afraid to lose you."

Wolfram snapped his head over, not wanting to see the tears because its mere sight was making his own watery.

"I'm sorry…" he mumbled softly.

"Sorry isn't enough!" Yuuri raised his voice. Annoyed, Wolfram turned back to look at the teen. Even with that anger tone in his voice, his face was nothing like that.

"Sorry isn't enough, I want your love."

Wolfram puffed out his laugh, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Fine. Love you, wimp."

"Where has 'I' gone to?"

"You're demanding."

"C'mon. I want to hear it." Wolfram sighed.

"Alright, I love you, happy?"

Yuuri's lips curved into a smile.

"Certainly."

He edged in and planted a soft kiss on the blonde's forehead.

"I love you too, Wolfram."

Xxxx

Conrad buried his face in his palm outside the patient's room, namely his brother's. The doctor who had examined him a while ago had brought only bad news and now, Yuuri was inside. He had decided to give them both their privacy and also a place for himself to be alone, thinking in distress.

"He's at his limit… he might not even make it through this week… We had done our best, now it was up to his self body's immune system to fight. I'm sorry."

That was the words that circled in his mind. For hours, he sat there, not knowing what to do. Even after calling Yuuri and telling him about the truth, he had not told Yuuri about the worst. Should he ever tell them both?

Xxxx

"Thanks for paying the visit, Yuuri." Conrad said after his godson came out from the room. Yuuri replied the smile.

"No, Conrad. Thank you for telling me about it. Wolfram was too stubborn to tell me anything. If it wasn't for you, I couldn't imagine how things are going to work out."

"Wolfram… he…" The words were stuck at his throat, unable to get it out. But he must tell Yuuri. He knew the feeling of losing someone special, Suzanna Julia, without any forewarning meant to him. It was hell. He wouldn't let Yuuri experience this. He took in another air that was filled with odor of death.

"The doctor said…"

"What did he say?" Yuuri wasn't that clueless when it came down to this kind of situation.

"Wolfram wouldn't survive this week."

Yuuri couldn't feel his heart beating anymore. The word pressed upon him ghostly, none very welcoming. This could never be true. There was weakness in his knees, he lost strength and sank down, Conrad holding him from dropping onto the ground in time.

"That couldn't be true…"

"Yuuri, listen to me." Conrad steadied the double black to his foot. He was unable to do so because Yuuri couldn't even find his strength to stand. He walked him over to the nearest bench beside and sat him down.

"Yuuri, I hadn't told Wolfram about it. But I want you to keep this a secret from him."

At the other edge of the door, the emerald eyes glistened for a second in the dark. It soon lost the gleam at those words he heard.

Xxxx

Wolfram was discharged few days later. It was Wolfram's wish. Despite the strong objections of his brother and boyfriend, he remained firm.

"I'm alright, Conrad! I'm healed. Let me out from this hell place before I end my life myself!!"

"Do you want to die that much? Don't curse yourself!" Yuuri rebuked and knocked on the blonde's head. Wolfram cast a killing glare at the equal angry double black but the next words weren't meant for him.

"Conrad, please," Wolfram softened and turned towards his brother. "I don't want to stay here."

"Okay. If that's what you wished for." Conrad's answer shocked the double black.

"Conrad?!"

"Thank you, brother." Wolfram said and started packing up his things.

"Conrad, are you out of your mind?" The wimp was still protesting but the silence fell only a few seconds afterwards. Even without looking, Wolfram could visibly see that it was Conrad who had silenced down the double black with his gentle understanding smile. The voice rang again, like a scar that was unable to disappear.

"He's at his limit… he might not even make it through this week… We had done our best, now it was up to his self body's immune system to fight. I'm sorry."

Xxxxx

Glancing out the passing scenery, Wolfram rested his chin on his palm. None of them talked. No one was in the mood, each sank into their own thoughts.

How does it feel to die? Wolfram wondered. Where would his soul go to? Will it be Heaven, full of angel and happiness, or will it be Hell, full of fire and pain? Or will he just disappear, sensing, knowing and feeling nothing just like the time when he was in his dreamland? It wasn't bad if that's the case… Is there such thing as a second life, a reincarnation, a reborn? He snapped his attention back when he heard a shift beside.

"Conrad, can I live with you too?" Yuuri questioned while they were in the car. The brunette raised his brows while Wolfram had his eyes widened five times its size.

"What are you talking about?" Wolfram shouted. Letting Yuuri known about this had been bad enough, and now…?

"Yes."

"Conrad!" The blonde yelped. Conrad, who was driving chuckled back while Yuuri gave him a 'no-excuse' look. He sank back into the cushion, sulking as he watched the scenery outside that was supposed to be heading back changing towards the wimp's house.

Where would his soul gone?

Xxxx

To be continued...