The Red Queen Affair: Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I do not own KKM or its characters.
The Red Queen Affair
Disclaimer: I don't own KKM or their characters.
Pairings: Yuuram
Ratings: PG 13
Chapter 2
What goodness in her heart she lacked
She will find in the coming daze
No longer will she be in mourning
Surrendering reason carelessly to the haze…
“…Wolfram.” Yuuri uttered in a strange mix of disbelief and absolute loathings, watching those familiar jade green eyes regard him with contempt.
“What are you doing, wimp?” the snotty little aristocrat questioned the good professor condescendingly.
“I’m doing my job, Wolfram. It is more then I can say for you!” Yuuri huffed indignantly, flicking the small knife back into its little compartment before standing up to face his little blond nemesis. ‘Won’t do me any good if I stab him now,’ he thought to himself.
The blond beauty had his face contorted into a cynical smirk, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Didn’t think you’d show, wimp. Thought you never liked coming to the middle of nowhere for digs.”
‘…or would it?’
“I could have sworn I’d say the same about you.” Yuuri sighed. “You know if you keep that up, your face might just stay that way.”
Wolfram immediately dropped his smirk, fearful eyes darting around trying to assess the truth of that statement.
‘Figures the pretty boy would be conned by that silly lie.’
“I was kidding, Wolfram,” Yuuri finally conceded when he realized that Wolfram was not getting anywhere near the truth, earning him a scowl from the blond. “Look Wolfram, why are you even out here? There aren’t any five-star hotels or fancy amenities nearby; this is an archaeological dig site.”
“Look wimp, I may look young but I’m certainly more experienced then you!”
“In more ways then one?” Yuuri grinned when he saw Wolfram blush so deeply at that question.
“Shut up, wimp!” Wolfram yelled before storming off towards the left annex.
Yuuri chuckled at the childish display, he knew he’d won the first round. He turned his gaze towards what would have been a beautiful garden, wondering what it would have been like in its former glory.
“Yuuri...” a soft whisper emanated behind him.
“What is it now, Wolfram?” Shibuya turned around to face the source of the whisper.
Nothing....
That was what he saw, absolutely nothing. ‘That can’t be?’ He swung his head around to catch a glimpse of anybody.
Nobody. The entire place was empty save for him. ‘I must have been imagining things. Maybe I need some sleep,’ he thought before hurrying to rejoin his party in the foyer.
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“Where were you Shibuya?” Murata called out brazenly, dragging him along like a rag doll. “I want to introduce you to your team!”
Finally, they came to a stop in front of a group of rather imposing figures.
“This is Conrad Weller!” Murata gestured towards a handsome and amiable looking brunette, who looked like he was in his mid-twenties. “He holds a PhD in Old Shin Makoku Archaeological History, so he’s the one who’s going to be assisting you heavily in this project.
“Nice to meet you, Professor,” the man smiled gently before extending a hand to greet Yuuri.
“Nice to meet you too, Conrad.” Yuuri accepted the handshake and was surprised by the roughness of his palm. ‘He must have been doing digs like this a lot.’ “And please don’t be so formal, just Yuuri is fine.” He smiled at Conrad, taking an instant shine to the gentle brunette.
“And this is Gunter von Kleist!” Murata motioned to a platinum blond who kept his lustrous locks long and loose, accentuating his aquiline features. There was only one word that could describe this man; gorgeous. “He is the curator of the Shin Makoku Museum and an expert in Shin Makoku history. Gunter is also one of the rare gems in the profession that can comprehend the old script!”
“Wow that wonderful, Gunter. Glad to have met you!” Yuuri chirped and extended a hand towards the seemingly quiet individual. However he was not expecting said individual to throw himself at Yuuri (literally).
“Oh what a colossal honour for this humble peon to finally meet you, the Great Professor Shibuya Yuuri!!” Gunter gushed shamelessly. “You looked just like I had imagined you would be; dark, dashing and so full of ambition!!”
Yuuri could only stutter in surprise and try to wriggle his way out of this insane man’s grasp. Suddenly he felt the grip slacken and release its hold and the initiator was jerked back quite forcefully. Yuuri turned around to thank his rescuer, only to meet face to face with the most terrifying person he has ever known.
“And this is his Lordship Gwendal von Voltaire,” Murata continued. “He is the organizer of this archaeological project and is funding part of it from his own pocket.”
Yuuri gulped as the dark haired monolith of a man stared him down with searching grey eyes. “Hello?” he choked. The man merely grunted in response before he grabbed Gunter by the arm and pulled him towards the dining area.
“Arh don’t mind him Shibuya! He loves to bully the newcomers.” Murata laughed and gave Shibuya a pat on the back.
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As Yuuri stepped into the dining area hoping to get some refreshments, he spotted a mop of stunning blond hair at the corner of the room. Feeling curious and to an extent bored, he crept closer to the blond who seemed occupied at the moment. Gesticulating wildly and speaking animatedly to a very crossed looking Gwendal. The conversation did not seem to be all that pleasant, but he could hardly make out the content.
Finally after a short reply from Gwendal, Wolfram stormed off towards the exit, brushing past Yuuri roughly.
“Wolfram!” Yuuri called out to the furious blond.
“Wolfram, wait up!” he gave up waiting for an answer and gave chase anyway.
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End of Chapter.