Something to Look Forward to
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I.
"When are we ever going to go past that dreaded phase - friendship," a blonde mumbled, turning a page as though he was ripping off heads. There was a small chuckle beside him. An almost carefree voice answered.
"Probably never."
The blonde groaned. "Really! You're impossible." He closed his book. "Like someone I know," he added.
"Maybe it's a genetic for all humans in our world to be impossible. You're quite impossible yourself." the carefree man wiggled his eyebrows, grinning widely.
"Oh, Shinou, not this again. If you say because I'm impossibly beautiful, I will roast you."
"As kinky as that sound, I think you would like me better alive... and kicking."
Before the blonde could retort, the library door opened. A double black stood at the doorway, looking mildly annoyed and sent the two occupants in the room a glare. "You were supposed to be in the meeting. Both of you."
"Oh... was that today? I absolutely forgot." Murata faked a gasp and clutched his heart, "I feel terribly guilty. Wolfie, what shall we do?"
"Murata." Yuri growled.
Wolfram sighed. "We apologize for not being there but we were -"
"Having our date. Our date is more important than some boring, stuffy meeting. Right, Wolfie?" Murata grinned at the blonde man who scoffed at him.
Wolfram stood up from his chair and stomped away from the room, mumbling about indecisive and stupid sages.
II.
Wolfram didn't expect to see Yuri so early in the morning especially outside his doors. The double black looked stressed out, "I cancelled my jog with Conrad for this. I hope you let me in." he looked hopeful. Wolfram crushed that hope by glancing at something - or someone - inside his room.
"Well, er... this isn't exactly the proper time so -"
Yuri tried to look like he wasn't hurt. He did deserve this. He does but that doesn't mean it hurts any less. "I understand." He really didn't. The double black walked away with as much dignity as he could.
"Hmmnn... shouldn't we have told him that we were only having a very early tea party?" Murata's amused voice called out from the balcony.
Wolfram closed the door and turned to stare at his friend. He contemplated what happened a year ago and even if the great sage was such an annoying man, he wouldn't change it for a thing.
III.
A year ago...
It was Wolfram's birthday party. The ballroom was filled with merriment and everyone were enjoying themselves all except for one... the birthday celebrant himself.
That afternoon, just a few hours before the party started, Yuri had publicly announced the dissolution of their engagement. It had hurt. It still does amidst the countless glasses of alcohol he had consumed throughout the evening. What was even worse was that the king wanted to be friends and forbade him to return to his father's land. He would have to endure being so close to someone he knew he could never, ever have.
"Drunk is not a nice look for you, my lord." an amused sage commented.
Wolfram didn't know how he had appeared suddenly beside him. "What do you want?" he asked as politely as he could. He did promise his mother and brothers that he would behave as much as possible. And he was just so tired that he doesn't have the energy to actually have an argument right now.
Murata gave a sad smile. "Nothing really. I just don't want you looking so sad on your birthday."
Wolfram was taken aback a bit at the sincerity in the sage's voice. He placed his glass on the table. He suddenly didn't feel like drinking anymore.
"Do you want to dance?"
Was the sage trying to give him a heart attack or...
"If Yuri told you to do this... just... just don't."
"I really, really want to dance with you. No Yuri involved." Murata stood side by side with the blonde, "What he did... it wasn't fair to you, I know. But it isn't the end of the world. There's life beyond this."
"Thank you for the sagely advise," Wolfram retorted bitterly.
"That was Murata, Ken talking. And he really, really wants to dance with you."
"Why?"
"Why shouldn't he? You're amazing, Wolfram. And Yuri must be blind not to see that."
That night Wolfram danced with no other people than the great sage.
Author's note: I apologize for the errors. I recently found this while cleaning my old laptop and wanted to share it with you all. A multi-chaptered fic? hmnnn... yes.