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The sun was already setting, threatening to leave the city into the dark of night, but the surroundings were as lively as always not taking notice at the time. People were laughing, just passing by, others settled on the benches or on the grass. Several were chatting or studying, some were literally sleeping on the greenish ground, making it barely noticeable that it was summer break.

Walking at a peaceful pace and admiring his surroundings, Conrart moved between the groups of people and smiled warmly at them. Soon he will be teaching at this institute, some of them will become his students very soon, he hoped. He still needed the final answer.

Karbelnikoff University. He chuckled at the name; this place was a very prestigious school. Those who wanted to enter had to pass a very stressful exam. Even after hours of answering annoying and endless questions, the satisfaction of receiving the acceptance of the institute was priceless to the future students.

Anissina von Karbelnikoff, she was the current head of the institute, an idealistic woman whose mind was beyond everyone's expectations. Ingenious, open minded and a genius, half the school admired her… and the staff, and janitors, hell she was just amazing.

Not to mention that she was also Conrart's big brother Gwendal's childhood friend and secret crush. Well, not so secret since him and another three people knew about it.

Conrart kept pacing around until he came to a small building. Even though it was a four storied building, it was considered small compared to others.

This must be the dorms, thought Conrart.

He looked behind the building and saw more that looked the same. If he remembered correctly, the one he was supposed to go into was the one with the letter 'D' on it.

He calmly searched for said building and smiled as he spotted it. He continued walking to his destination and went in once he reached it. The moment he stepped in, Conrart was hit with the cool temperature of the place, it was considerably different from outside. It was summer so it would be obvious that the dorms had the air conditioner working but, it was too cold. Every time someone went in or out would have to feel the drastic change. Wouldn't the sudden and repetitive change in temperature make you sick? Conrart could already half of the school sneezing and blowing their noses. The perfect excuse for some to start the year without attending class.

It was quiet inside; the only sound in the reception was that of the air conditioner, though it was a faint sound, you had to pay attention to it in order to listen to it. There was no one at the reception desk but the computer was on, maybe it was their lunch time? The building looked like a ghost town. That was to be expected since the students were on vacation, only a few stayed either because they just wanted to stay or had taken extra classes.

Conrart sighed as he looked around. It was a plain decorated building, the walls had light gray-bluish tapestry with a few paintings hanging, plants in circular pots on every corner of the room. The last place he looked was the upper right corner of the reception where several navy armchairs were located. They looked very invited so he decided to go and lay down on one of the arm chairs facing opposite the desk. After a moment of just staring at nothing in particular he heard some voices, he turned his head and saw two boys walking down the stairs, laughing excitedly.

I wonder if they're freshmen he said to himself, then he listened as one of the boys said that he could barely wait for the first period to start, it was his first time in this school and couldn't help being excited. He was specially looking forward to his chemistry class.

That definitely made him smile, chemistry was he was going to teach if he got accepted. He found it funny that he was right about those two being freshmen. Well not exactly the two of them but at least one of them was.

He looked at his watch, he was still fifteen minutes early before meeting with him, so Conrart decided to close his eyes and relax for a bit.

"Little Big Brother!" that little voice was the first thing that came to Conrart's mind, and he felt his heart warm. Ah yes, it had been so long, three years to be exact, since the last time he saw his little brother, the little blond that used to follow him everywhere when he was a baby. Memories were flowing in his mind until it stopped on the one when he last saw his family. He could remember it well, the day he left for America.

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Three years ago

Everyone was saying their goodbyes to Conrart. The latter had his luggage on the floor and a bag hanging on his shoulder. His mother, Cecile (or as she likes to be called, Cheri), gave him a tight hug, making the bag slide off from his shoulder. Tears flowed from her bright emerald eyes down her fair cheeks. Her long golden curls, fell gracefully on her back as she pressed her face into her second son's chest.

Conrart didn't look like his mother at all. He was a brunette, with chocolate eyes with a small silver glint. He took after his late father, Dan Hiri. His older brother just grunted and gave him a firm handshake. Gwendal had long dark gray hair, navy blue eyes and a stern look. He as well didn't look like their mother. The older brother was from a previous marriage so he assumed that he also took after his father since he never met him. Gwendal wasn't the talkative type of person. Most of the people who looked at him would think that he is a cold-hearted person, but those who were close to him knew how kind Gwendal is. The thing was that he just didn't like to show it, it was embarrassing to him for people to know that he liked cute things and knitting.

While the others were distracted, Gwendal quickly slipped something into Conrart's hand. The latter was startled at first, but then saw what was handed to him: a small knitted animal that looked like a beaver. "It's a penguin." the older one said in a low voice, Gwendal either had a bizarre way of classifying his knitted animals or he just didn't have the talent. He stepped away as fast as he could, blushing after seeing the warm smile that his little brother gave him.

Gunter, his friend since High School, an upperclassman and the one who taught him how to wield a sword, came running towards him in a very dramatic way and flung his arms around his neck bursting into tears. Conrart was able to muffle into the man's lavender hair a 'Breathe.' and pushed him away slightly to look into his amethyst eyes.

"Gunter," he said calmly as he rubbed his back trying to sooth him, "I'm going to miss you as well, but you need to breathe or you're going to pass out." Gunter smiled weakly and nodded, but didn't let go of his prisoner. At that moment a strong hand landed on Gunter's shoulder and shook him a little.

"C'mon von Christ you're chocking him, give him a break! You're always making drama." the orange haired boy said, his sea blue eyes were smirking in a twinkling way, "besides," he added, "We're in public! You're so bold. You should be ashamed of yourself, people are going to stare." He finished with a grin.

Gunter's face grew hot and he let go of Conrart instantly. "Such insolent words Gurrier!" he spat."It's not my fault that your perverted little mind misinterprets my innocent and pure friendship!"

"Now, now you two calm down. We don't want to make a scene now do we?" Conrart interfered, he knew Yozak loved to tease Gunter, it wasn't so hard anyways. Gunter had always been quick to react in a bad way when it came to orange haired boy.

"You're no fun! And besides I needed something to make him let go of you, it's my turn to hug you." Yozak said still grinning and opened his arms wide, Conrart just chuckled and accepted the latter's embrace. Gunter just huffed in indignation and went back to join rest of the group.

After letting go, Conrart started to look for a certain little blond that he was sure was hiding behind Gwendal. Yozak noticed the nervous look on his friend's face and he leaned in to whisper, "It will be fine, the kid's not as angry as you think… well not anymore." Conrart couldn't help but sigh at that and hung his head a little. Why did his little brother have to be so proud? He thought bitterly. It would make things easier if he just told him what was wrong instead of giving him a cold shoulder.

Conrart's head shot up rapidly as he heard his mother say "Well, Wolfie? Aren't you going to say goodbye to Conrart? He's waiting for you, you know. Go now sweetie." he saw how a mop of golden hair peek timidly from behind his older brother. The last of the three brother appeared before him. Wolfram was the only one that looked like their mother. The same golden hair and deep emerald eyes, he also had been born from a different marriage though this last one didn't last long. The blond was still a baby when his father left.

Wolfram looked nervous, his emerald eyes were shinning, but his mouth was pouting. Conrart sighed again, just why was he so angry anyways?

As Wolfram walked towards him, Cheri told the rest of the group to give them some privacy, showing that she wanted them to make up as much as him. Conrart was thankful for that, he could finally talk to his baby brother about their problem, though he wasn't sure if there was really one to begin with.

The twelve year old boy looked at his eighteen year old brother, he fidgeted a little as he glanced to his sides and not even once at his brother's face. The blond kept silent for some minutes. The silence eating Conrart alive. After several long breaths, the younger one finally decided to look at him and break the ice. "Why did you lie?"

Conrart flinched slightly at that, but he tried his best to fake ignorance.

"It's not fair," Wolfram continued to sulk, "You're my Little Big Brother, my favorite brother, my hero." Conrart's eyebrows went high at that, he knew Wolf admired him a little, but he just thought a little! "I thought that we could trust each other, tell everything to each other, and yet you didn't tell me about this…" He hung his head, golden curls covering his eyes. "Am I not worth your trust?" he asked bitterly.

"What are you talking about Wolfram?" Conrart said in a feigned neutral manner, "I did, I told you I was going to America to visit my father's relatives." And it was true, he needed to go and settle some things with them. He wasn't lying to his baby brother, he just wasn't telling him the whole truth. Pleased with his answered, he added. "Don't be a brat, Wolf. It's not like I'm not coming back, I'll return in a few months."

When Wolfram looked up at him, he was expecting for the blond to do his typical rants, to scream and throw a tantrum, but the look in those emerald eyes broke his heart a bit. "Stop lying!" Wolfram tried to keep his voice low, but found it very difficult. "Stop it, stop it, stop it! I know! I know everything, I heard big brother Gwendal and Mother talking the other day, I know that you're not going to visit your relatives. You're going to stay and live there… I… I saw the school applications in your room too." tears started to threaten fall from Wolfram eyes, but he fought them back. Conrart just stared at him, his eyes wide. "I wasn't spying or anything! I was looking for you and… just saw them there."

"Wolf…" he didn't know what to do, he had been discovered… he sighed yet again. "So that's why you are so mad at me? I thought you were just being childish."

Wolfram snorted at that "I'm not six anymore Conrart… it's just that… I wished you could trust me a little more. Yeah I would have protested at first but I would've accepted it in the end because I know that even if I threw myself on the floor and scream it wouldn't make you change your mind. It hurt me the most that you kept it from me and I could tell you weren't even going to tell me before you left or at all." Conrart was amazed. His little brother had a bad habit of behaving like spoiled brat to get what he wanted; but at times, like now, he could be a very mature boy. He was proud of him.

"I'm sorry," Conrart finally said, "I swear I didn't have the intention of hurting you, Wolf." He looked directly into the deep green eyes. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" he said with sincerity, he was really sorry for hurting his baby brother.

"Do you mean it?" the blond asked.

"What?" he asked confused.

"The apology, do you really mean it?" Emerald eyes locked on chocolate ones.

"I really do, with all my heart." he replied without thinking twice.

"Then I'm ok with it, I don't need anything else," at that he practically glomped his big brother by the waist, got on his tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek "I'm going to miss you lots little big brother, so you better write to me every day or else!" he let go of him and went to call the others. Conrart just stood there, he silently watched the retreating back of his brother as he run and grabbed his elder's brother's big hand with his small ones. After a few seconds he brought his hand to his cheeks and smiled softly.

"I'll miss you too."

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"Conrad…" he faintly heard someone calling him… as he regained consciousness, when did he fall asleep? His head was tilted to the side and he could feel that his neck was definitely sore, "Conrad," the voice said again, "Conrad!" the third time he recognized it. Oh he knew that voice very well, he faked being asleep just to hear that voice call his name again.

"Conrad, I know you're awake, you stopped snoring. So stop faking," the voice said. He smiled, I snore? That was definitely news to him. Well he couldn't hear himself while sleeping so he wasn't sure that it was true or not. "Come on now, you." He felt as he was poked on the cheek.

Conrart slowly opened his eyes and met those of the person the voice belonged to. He saw black.

Black as his hair, black as his eyes, the young Asian boy smiled at him, "Finally! I didn't know you were such a heavy sleeper, Conrad," he chuckled. "I've been calling you for the past five minutes!" he placed his hands on his hips.

That smile, Conrart thought. And that laugh made his heart flutter and he felt butterflies in his stomach. What was that feeling? He wasn't totally sure what it was, but he liked it. He liked it a lot. He got up and stretched a bit, making his back make a popping sound. Then he looked down at the raven boy just a little below him.

"It's been a while, hasn't it?" the boy's smile never left his face. "So how have you been?"

Conrart just smiled at the raven boy, "Only half a year," he said half-jokingly. "It's been quite pleasant for me, how about you? His smile became gentler.

"Yuuri."