Edited and Reposted: Finally Found chapter 3
Finally Found Chapter III
Title: The Throbbing Encounter
Author: maigretecho
Pairing: Wolfram/ Yuuri
Characters: Almost everyone in KKM.
Genre: action, “shivering”, “too-little-romance-yet”, revelation
Summary: Short-tempered widower named Yuri Shibuya was recklessly driving a car with his best buddy, Ken Murata. The result of his action both had an advantage and disadvantage. Bad news first: He hit some high school girl going to school… Good news: Read the fic and see! Haha.
Disclaimer: Kyô kara maô! is not mine. This is merely a fan fiction in which I will not earn anything ^_^
EARTH- Seven years later…
“Yuri stop! Give it to me!”
Murata was trying to get hold of the wheel but Yuri kept on shooing his hands off.
“You could hit someone! Don’t let your temper drive you!”
“I know what I’m doing, Murata!”
“Of course you do! And YOU ARE committing suicide. But you aren’t going to take me with you!”
Yuri looked at him disgustingly and grunted. He slowed a little but for Murata, the speed was still not good for the road they were currently taking- the road to Ukiyo Shunkan Highschool.
“YURI PULL OVER! We’re near to a school ground! We might hit some- Yurieeeeee!!!”
The next thing Murata was certain of was that his fear had just came true. They did hit someone. The sound defined the collision of a body unto a car. Murata’s heart was thumping wildly, as if it would stop anytime sooner; he couldn’t believe what his best friend just did.
“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Murata shouted at Yuri angrily. He clutched Yuri’s collar, their faces close to each other. “Look what you’ve done! You despicable, frustrated monster!”
Murata believed Yuri deserved more than those words he uttered. Yuri’s face revealed a mixture of dread and misery. But he still didn’t speak; his lifeless eyes were looking down. Murata released him with great force, making Yuri’s head hit the window behind him. Then Murata hastened to step out of the car to see Yuri's poor victim. To his surprise, the poor fellow they just hit with such impact was alive and moreover, she was already in a crouch position. The high school girl with her back on Murata was fixing her long blonde messed-up hair that had touched the ground. An immense feeling of relief waved over Murata upon seeing that the girl looked fine. She was busy picking her scattered things and hastily stuffing them back into her school bag. Murata, who was feeling deeply sorry and guilty, quickly ran to aid her. Meanwhile, Yuri finally stepped out of the car. Murata glanced back at him and saw Yuri trembling as he slowly shut the door.
Murata squatted beside the girl and helped her with her things. He could hear her cursing and sobbing altogether. He tried to catch a glimpse of her face but it was covered by her bangs.
“Um… Are you alright? We’re very sorry miss. We’ll take you to a hospi-”
“Oh no, you won’t! I’m late for class!” The girl shrieked without looking at him, her voice shaking with rage. Murata, who was surprised by the strength of the tone after such an accident and the abruptness in her answer, tried to look at her face again. But something in that very second she spoke rang a bigger bell in Murata’s mind and heart. That voice…
The sunlight was just on perfect timing to heighten Murata’s curiosity to see who she was because it completely hid her face in a silhouette, as she slowly lifted herself from the ground. Murata took her by the elbow to help her stand but she annoyingly shook it off.
“Don’t you dare! I can help myself.”
The offended Murata paced inches away from her. At the corner of his eye, he saw Yuri giving the girl a very serious and interrogating look. Her voice just seemed too familiar. Murata caught Yuri’s eyes after a second and knew in an instant, they were prying on the same thing. Murata turned to look at the girl again.
“I’m… I’m sorry I was just-” Murata was almost at lost for words.
He couldn’t believe in his eyes. The sunlight was no longer hiding the girl’s face. All the questions that had rushed in reaction to the girl’s voice seconds ago paused in unison like a pile-up of speeding cars that halted upon the emergence of a red light. Those long strands of blonde hair and the exasperated voice were definite hints. Murata felt like he just lost his wisdom as the Great Sage. Time seemed to stop. It was as if someone pressed a button and everything was at a standstill. The girl’s face perfectly resembles the face of Wolfram von Bielefeld, the late wife of the man standing inches away from him. Murata quickly looked back to Yuri, who was not breathing at all due to extreme shock and bewilderment.
“Wolf-?” The two men uncertainly asked in accord.
The girl, who was now dusting off the dirt from her uniform, jumped at the mention of the name and eyed them heatedly.
“And how the hell do you know my name?! Who are you people?!” She demanded.
Murata and Yuri looked at each other again and then back to the girl.
“So you’re name is… Wolf… ram?” Murata asked politely. The girl softened a little, a sudden hint of awkwardness passed her face.
“And why should I tell you my name?-Huh?”
The school bell rang loudly and broke the tension between them. Wolfram looked quickly at the school.
“Oh no, I’m late! It’s your entire fault you filthy obstacles!” And she broke into a run towards the school.
Murata, still shocked at everything that was happening found himself staring blankly as they watched her go. On the other side of his mind, he was certain of what will happen next. Yuri swiftly passed Murata, sending the latter to stumble out of balance. Yuri was going after the girl. Yuri’s mind and heart were racing. He didn’t care what he was doing. He just needed to get to her no matter what it takes.
“Wait Wolf!”
Yuri caught her by the leg and had her tumbling unto the ground with him. For a second, he was lying over her.
“Yuri!” Murata shouted and ran to aid the two.
“YOU WIMP!GET OFF ME!” The girl screeched. “Isn’t bumping me with your car enough?! Aren’t you glad I didn’t report you to the police?! What the hell do you want from me?!!!”
Yuri, very embarrassed to find his arms wrapped around the high school girl, immediately released her.
“I’m sorry…”
Thankfully, only four latecomers, a guard and Murata saw the awkward scenario. Yuri fixed his eyes again at the lovely face of the girl named Wolfram. Now she looked gravely furious like a fallen angel being banished from heaven. She incautiously attacked Yuri, sending him a foot out of the school grounds. Murata and the other witnesses were astounded by the vigour of the girl.
“Stay away from me, you foul wimp!”
She threw a threatening look at Murata, who rushed to help Yuri. “And you! Take your crazy friend away or I’m calling security!”
“We… We’re deeply sorry for what happened. Well... we’ll go now-”
Yuri gave Murata a reproaching look. He just couldn’t believe they would let this chance pass.
“What-” Murata covered his mouth and Yuri panted. Wolfram turned her back on them as if she had seen disgusting scenery.
“Are you sure you don’t want to be taken to a hospital?”
But Wolfram had already set off without the slightest backward glance. Murata smiled after summing up everything that happened in just a few minutes. That was a throbbing encounter. He released Yuri from his grip, who was cursing under his breath. Wolfram’s figure had disappeared into the shadows of the school entrance hallway.
Yuri sighed and turned to Murata, his face was dreadfully upset.
“What did you do that for?!” He asked indignantly.
“To save you from getting killed or being arrested… Furthermore, to give you another chance to meet her again and get to know her better.” Murata explained with a sense of nobility as he shifted his eyeglasses properly again.
“Was she-?” Not waiting for Yuri to finish his question as if he had read his mind, Murata responded,
“As of now, I cannot tell. We are witnesses to much life after death situations. And she certainly resembles him. They also have the same name. Life has a lot of impossibilities yet to create, my friend. We are a product of it.”
Bright and breezy after all the stressful moments that had just occurred, Murata laid out his hand to support his friend to stand.
He finally said, “All we have to do is wait for the perfect time to come by itself.”
Yuri grumbled and looked back again; planning to get pass through the gate of the school but unfortunately, a guard whom Wolfram had probably alerted of their presence was now positioned at the entrance door, glaring at the two of them, and intimidating them with his bat in case they make another stupid move again.