Fandom:
Kyou Kara Maou
Rating: PG-13
Warnings:
Shounen-ai, lime, fluff/sap
Pairings:
Conrad/Yuuri/Wolfram
Spoilers:
Does not take place in or after any particular episode, so there are really no spoilers.
However, you must have watched the first three episodes at least to have an
idea of what this show is all about.
Summary:
Yuuri is ‘taken’ back to his kingdom where he finally gets to confront his
feelings for two valiant soldiers. Can Wolfram ever get himself to like Yuuri?
And will Conrad’s innermost wish finally come true?
Author’s Notes:
I sincerely hope I captured their characters in this, although I am still a bit
nervous about it. I’m sure any or other subsequent stories (and of course after
watching some more episodes) will make me feel a bit more comfortable when
writing about these boys.
Enjoy!
Valiant Hearts:
“Striiiiike
Three!!!”
“Awww…Yuuri-kun!
What’s wrong with you today?! You’re not even paying attention! Is everything
alright?!”
Shibuya
Yuuri Harajaku Furi, otherwise known by friends and family members as just
Yuuri, gave a loud yawn and scratched his raven locks in obvious weariness. He
had gotten little to no sleep last night and having a baseball game to play
today hadn’t seemed the best of ways to relieve his depleted energy. The person
who had been yelling some form of encouragement was his best – new best friend
- Murata Ken. Ken was the typical nerdyy character of any high school. He was
too smart for his own good and those geeky looking glasses didn’t help his case
much. Murata had decided to become Yuuri’s manager and had seen to it that his
friend was back playing the game he had always loved.
A
year ago, Yuuri had quit playing baseball over an incident with his team
manager. Now, that he thought of it, it had all seemed too petty a reason to
stop playing in the first place. But his feelings had been hurt then and no one
else would have been able to understand what he had gone through emotionally.
No one except…
Conrad…
“Yuuri!
Look out!”
“Huh?”
Too
late. The wayward baseball ended up hitting him squarely on the forehead
sending our hero falling flat on his back to the dusty ground with a growing
and rather nasty looking bruise on his forehead.
His
hazy vision could barely make out the concerned faces that hovered over him but
he knew without a doubt – as he slowly began to slip into unconsciousness –
that he was going to have a field day explaining this to his mother.
__
“Augh…why
me?” came the low groan as he settled into the bathtub already filled with
water. Of course he had done a thorough check for leaking holes or faulty
drains as lately he had had the tendency of finding himself being flushed down
said places.
He
closed his eyes and placed a hand gently upon his bruise. He winced and allowed
his hand to drop into the water with a
weary sigh. The past few months had been a whirlwind of confusion and
misunderstandings and if he decided to tell anyone about it, they would all think
he had gone crazy.
It
had all started a few months ago on his way home after school. At fifteen years
old, he was rather cute or still baby-faced and had the tendency to be picked
on by guys bigger than him. Of course, he could stand his ground most of the
time and had decided to do so on that fateful day. A group of seniors had begun
to pick on Murata on the school grounds and being a nice guy – he not really
knowing why he had volunteered to help in the first place – had stood up to the
bullies. Needless to say, the group of senpai had decided to use Yuuri as an
example and had decided to flush him down the toilet. Well, they hadn’t really intended to do so, but somehow,
Yuuri had ended up being flushed down…
…and
right into another dimension or universe – he still wasn’t sure. Their weird
clothing and languages had given him cause to think that he was in some sort of
role-playing or worse - a cos-play amusement park. But harsh reality had set in
when his life had been in danger. If it wasn’t for the help of one man, Yuuri
was sure he would have died there and then.
He
sighed again and opened his eyes to stare at the rippling water below his
chest. Yes, it was one man who had saved his life and had become his guide and
mentor in his new home. His name was Conrad and apparently he was a human that
must be a million years old – although he didn’t seem to look a day over
twenty-five. According to Conrad, Yuuri had fallen into the land of Shinmakoku
– a place ruled by the Maou who was a king to the Mazoku, a race of demons. In
this world, however, it seemed as if the humans and the demons didn’t get along
well as each race seemed to have bigoted ideas about the other. To make matters
worse, the so-called demons looked anything but…well…demons. Yuuri had
envisioned them to have horns, wings and ugly looking teeth, but he had
definitely not expected the beautiful and cute people – especially the men –
that he had come across.
To
cut a long story short – Yuuri was told that he was to become the new Maou much
to his chagrin and disbelief. He was still a high school kid – who hadn’t even
had his first kiss yet let alone having to deal with taking care of a bunch of
demons! And as if his life wasn’t miserable enough, he had somehow ended up
proposing to one of the fieriest person he had ever met in his life.
Lord
Fonbeelfelt Wolfram – the youngest son to the previous Maou and Conrad’s
younger brother.
Yuuri
groaned thickly at the thought of his fiancé. The whole proposal thing had been
an accident to begin with. The blond but very beautiful Wolfram – who was about
Yuuri’s age – had insulted Yuuri’s mother. And not one to take such a thing
lightly, the new Maou had slapped his rival’s left cheek with an open palm.
How
was he to know that he had just asked Wolfram to marry him?!
And
he would not even get into the other weird and strange laws he had had to deal
with over his time in that place. It was rather unfortunate that Wolfram didn’t
seem to care too much about him though. The blond soldier’s pride and stubbornness
was enough to grate on Yuuri’s nerves sometimes. So what if he was cute and
would have been the most popular guy if he ever did come to Earth? It still
didn’t give him the right to act like he was such a brat!
Unfortunately
for Yuuri, he was so lost in his thoughts that he barely noticed the gurgling
sound from the drain below him.
If
it wasn’t for Conrad’s support and help, Yuuri was sure that Wolfram and his
older and mean-looking brother, Lord Gwendel would have loved to get rid of
him.
The
gurgle became louder.
And
then there was Gunther, the very pretty-looking assistant to the Maou, who
seemed to have fallen in love with Yuuri and was willing to do anything for the
young King. Of course, Yuuri appreciated the purple-haired man’s advice but all
the added adulation and excessive hugs were a bit too much.
“Eh…?”
He
blinked as the water began to swirl around him quite rapidly.
Oh
no! Not again!
He
tried to scramble out of the bath as quickly as he could, but some unforeseen
force – too powerful to comprehend – continued to tug him relentlessly towards
the black hole. And clinging desperately to the edge of the porcelain tub,
Yuuri screamed for help although it was soon lost in the whirlpool that quickly
took him away from his home and into his kingdom.
~*~
Lord
Wolfram hummed softly to himself as he walked into the steamy indoor bath. The
waters were always kept warm or hot and he rather enjoyed having the large place
all to himself. He tightened the white towel around his waist and stopped
before the edge of the bath, sharp eyes peering through the mist to make sure
that there was no one else in there with him. It wasn’t as if he was ashamed of
his body, he just didn’t enjoy having to share such an intimate act with anyone
no matter how close they were.
Of
course there was the time his mother had tried to scrub him just a week ago…
He
shivered at the thought and removed the towel with a careless flick of his wrist.
He tested the water with a toe and giggled softly at how good it felt. Of
course he had to glance around quickly again, just to be sure no one had heard
him make such a weak sound. He didn’t dare show his ‘sensitive’ side or he was
bound to be the laughing stock of his soldiers. He was a military man and his
pride was at stake.
Satisfied
at the knowledge that he was, indeed, by himself, he sank into the soothing
depths and closed his eyes with a low moan of pleasure.
But
then that damning image of his fiancé had to pop into his mind at that very
moment. He scowled and tried to will it away but to his chagrin that smiling
visage would not let go. How could such a dumb looking boy be their King? He
was a human to begin with and didn’t even know half of their customs and ways.
He was so…so…ordinary looking. There was really nothing special about
him. He couldn’t even summon a Mazoku without transforming into his darker form
and even then Yuuri himself couldn’t remember ever becoming something or
someone else.
“What
a moron,” he muttered softly to himself, although he failed to notice how
wistful he had sounded.
He
didn’t want to admit that he…well…he missed the moronic King. Despite all his
uselessness and clueless nature, there was just something rather…endearing
about Yuuri. Although, this would have taken wild horses stomping all over him
to make him admit to such a thing. Perhaps deep down inside, he was happy that
Yuuri had proposed to him, even though it had been an accident. But he knew
that the human didn’t really care for him in that way and his reaction had only
done more to prove his point. All Yuuri seemed to think about was that damn
human brother of his.
Conrad
this and Conrad that.
Kami,
it was enough to make him want to blow up something! But then again, they were
both humans, so it was only natural for Yuuri to want to be with one of his
kind.
Kuso!
I’m his fiancé! He should be paying more attention to me!
He
sulked and dived beneath the waters to cool his heated cheeks. He knew he was
acting jealous but he couldn’t help it. Yuuri was cute, friendly and brave –
something Wolfram had always admired albeit reluctantly. At first, he had
wished for the dark-haired boy to be as far apart from him as possible, but
with each ‘surprise’ visit, Yuuri was making himself more acquainted with the
Mazoku and was doing his best to fit in with them. Even Gwendel who had once
hated Yuuri’s guts was a bit more accommodating. Everyone loved Yuuri….
Beneath
the water, his cheeks grew even darker with color.
I do not love or even like
him!!
A
splash had him shooting his head out of the water quickly, frantic green eyes
peering through the mist at who might have joined him. His entire body
stiffened as it became silent again. Now wishing he had brought his sword with
him, Wolfram began to swim as quietly as he could towards the platform. He was
aware that his breathing was now quite rapid and he was beginning to feel a
sickening sensation in the pit of his stomach. The thought of anyone seeing him
naked was just too…
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”
He
was pulled rather roughly back under water by the sudden tug on his ankle and
with arms flailing about to steady himself, widened green eyes peered through
the bubbles to see who his attacker was. It took him a moment to recognize the
familiar black hair and his first irrational thought was to yell at Yuuri to
leave him alone. Of course, it wouldn’t have been a good idea as he would have
ended up swallowing a lot of water and two…well; he couldn’t even speak to the
King as the boy seemed to be sleeping.
Ah!
Yuuri was unconscious!!
Feeling as if his chest would burst with lack of air, Wolfram swam as fast as he could to catch up to the sinking boy. He placed both arms beneath Yuuri’s and began to kick upwards to the surface. He tried to ignore the feeling of having the other boy’s naked skin against his but that little thought was quickly replaced with the realization that he was going to drown as well! Yuuri was heavy and the surface seemed to be even further than before!
He
couldn’t keep up anymore. His lungs were not that strong enough and as he felt
his eyelids grow heavier with weariness, he silently asked for his fiancé’s
forgiveness.
I am not strong
enough…Yuuri…
He
barely noticed the feel of much stronger arms around him as he finally became
unconscious.
__
Yuuri
opened up his eyes slowly, lashes blinking as he stared at the ornate decorations
overhead. Even without turning his head around, he knew that he was back in his
palatial bedroom in Shinmakoku. He could already hear the sounds of Gunther
moving about the room, muttering something about dangerous baths and how he
ought to have a talk with Lady Tsetsirie – the previous Maou – about leaving
her perfumes in there. Yuuri smiled softly to himself and snuggled deeper
within the heavy and warm blanket. It was quite odd that he couldn’t remember
much after being sucked into the drain. Usually, he was conscious whenever he
arrived but he would attribute his unconscious state to the bump on his
forehead. He must have hit it again along the way here.
“Your
Majesty? Are you awake now?”
His
smile widened as he recognized the deep voice that could only belong to his
best friend and mentor.
“Conrad!”
he greeted happily as he sat up quickly, only to slump back amongst the pillows
as he groaned in pain. “Oooow…”
“Your
Majesty!” Gunther exclaimed in alarm as he rushed towards his King’s bedside.
“You must not move too much, your Majesty. Your bruise…”
“I’m
fine, Gunther,” Yuuri said quickly in reassurance as he noticed the worried
look on the older man’s features. “You shouldn’t worry too much about me.”
Conrad
pushed himself off the wall and walked towards the couple with a warm smile on
his handsome features. He had dark brown hair that complimented his eyes quite
well. Dressed in his brown military uniform, the young guardian looked quite
dashing today and for some reason Yuuri could feel his cheeks darkening with
color at the stray thought. He lowered his lashes and bit his lower lip in
growing worry. He really hadn’t just thought of Conrad in some other way – in that way, had he? What in the world was
wrong with him now?!
“Yuuri,
you must still be feverish. Your cheeks are red and your skin is burning…”
And
Yuuri’s cheeks did flare up with even more color as he felt Conrad’s
gentle hand upon his forehead. It didn’t help that the older man was now much
closer and he could literally feel the soldier’s warm breath against his skin.
“I…I…”
A
sudden bang of the bedroom door being opened and the consequent bellow of,
“What
the hell’s going on here?!”
…had
all three men turning their heads in surprise at the heaving blond standing within
the doorway. Wolfram was now dressed in his blue military uniform and those
beautiful green eyes seemed to flash with pure fury as he glared at the men gathered
around his fiancé.
“Wolf…Wolfram,”
Yuuri breathed softly in surprise at just how angry the other boy looked. A
sudden image of the blond wrapping his arms around his came to mind and he
blinked in understanding. “Aah! It was you, wasn’t it?! You were the one in the
bath!”
Wolfram
could feel the slow rise of color from his neck to the roots of his hair as he
opened and shut his mouth like a fish for several seconds.
“What…what
are you talking about?!” he began to deny vehemently.
Conrad
chuckled softy and pulled away from Yuuri. “Actually, it seemed like Wolfram
had indeed tried to rescue you, Yuuri. It was a good thing I happened to be
passing by or you would both have drowned.”
“Eh?
So you saved me…us…Conrad?” Yuuri exclaimed with awe in his eyes. “Thank you…”
“Passing
by my foot,” Wolfram grumbled as he stalked into the room. “If you hadn’t been
so careless, Yuuri, none of this would have happened…argh!”
“Lord
Wolfram!”
“Wolfram!”
came the simultaneous cries of worry as the blond teen staggered weakly. Conrad
made a move to steady him, but was surprised as his hand was slapped away
rather rudely.
“Don’t…don’t
touch me,” Wolfram panted harshly as he straightened up again.
“But
you must lie down, Lord Wolfram,” Gunther insisted with a frown. “You were also
involved and you are not fully recovered yet.”
And
before either boy could protest, the King’s assistant had somehow managed to
place the blushing blond beside a similarly red-faced Yuuri within the large
bed. Wolfram, too stunned at the sudden events, could barely find the words to
protest as he blinked at the purple-haired man.
“And
don’t you move either or I’ll send for Lady Anissina.” And with the threat of
bringing in the wild and wacky inventor, hanging like a storm cloud over their
heads, Gunther nodded in satisfaction and motioned for Conrad to leave the room
with him. Yuuri opened up his mouth to plead for help, but the brown-haired
soldier could only give a small smile of sympathy before leaving the engaged
couple to their own devices.
The
room was suddenly too stifling.
For
a long while only the sounds of birds flying outside the windows and the dull
ticking of the grandfather clock in the background was heard and Yuuri felt as
if the noose was slowly tightening around his neck. He fully expected to hear
some sort of explosive string of curses from his companion – who by the way
smelled so very much like wild roses…
Eh? There he was thinking of really weird things again!
“What
are you blushing for?” Wolfram suddenly asked curtly as he pinned his cold glare
on the boy beside him. “Don’t you even think of doing anything funny to me!”
Yuuri
blinked in surprise before responding back in his defense. “What about you?!
You’re blushing too!”
“No,
I am not!”
“Are
too!”
“I
am not! Now, drop it!”
They
scowled and ‘hmphed’ before turning their heads away. Inwardly, Yuuri sighed in
resignation. There really was no way he could ever get Wolfram to respect or
even like him and being stuck in this bed with him wasn’t exactly helping
matters either. He could literally feel every little motion from the blond.
But
wait a minute….wasn’t this a large bed? Why then should he be able to
feel Wolfram’s arm against his or the soft tickle of those blond locks against
his chin? Not that he hated it in anyway. If anything, the feel of Wolfram
against his body felt a little too good…
“Anou…Wolfram…”
“What
now?”
“Why…why
are you so close to me?”
“What
are you talking about?”
“You…are
kinda…”
“Are
you saying that I am moving closer to you or something?!”
At this point the indignant blond had sat up and was positively glaring daggers at the sheepish looking King before him. His blush hadn’t faded and he was now quite aware that Yuuri was still completely naked underneath the blanket.
“I’m
not saying anything!” Yuuri denied quickly as he held up his hand in surrender.
“Just don’t try to kill me, okay?”
“Hmph!”
Wolfram lay back amongst the pillows again but this time, he made sure he was
as far away from Yuuri as possible. He lay on his side and stubbornly kept his
gaze fixed on some ornate vases. Damn it! He had thought he would be able to
steal a little warmth from the King in some way and his little plan had been
discovered!
But
still…how could Yuuri have such a kind look in his eyes for Conrad and none for
him? All he could see in the boy’s eyes was fear or worry. Much to his dismay,
Wolfram realized that it… hurt…very much. He wanted more than anything
for Yuuri to give him such a look even if it was for one time but…but…he just
didn’t know how to act nice towards
anyone let alone to his own fiancé.
Yuuri
must really hate him.
“Thank…thank
you, Wolfram,” came the softly spoken words that had the blond’s eyes widening
in surprise. He didn’t dare turn around just in case it had only been a figment
of his imagination.
“You
tried to save me,” Yuuri continued quietly although he too wasn’t looking at
his companion and his cheeks were still a bright red. “Uuum…well…I just wanted
you to know that I…eh…appreciate it…”
And
without waiting for the blond’s response, Yuuri turned onto his side and closed
his eyes. If he had bothered to look, he would have noticed that for the first
time, his petulant bride-to-be had a genuine smile of pleasure on his handsome
visage.
~*~
The
next day was heralded with bright sunshine and beautiful blue skies. Yuuri
stretched and laughed in delight as he felt another gust of wind ruffle his
hair. He grinned at the man standing beside him before asking quickly.
“You
think this is good enough, Conrad? You should be able to throw safely and I can
hit it without hurting anyone.”
They
were standing in the middle of a large clearing in the forest a few miles away
from the castle. Much to Yuuri’s pleasure, Conrad had come dressed for their
day out. They weren’t exactly modern day clothes, but the simple black pants
and open-neck tunic showed off the older man’s strong shoulders and legs to any
wandering admirer. He bounced the baseball in his hand for a while, idly
listening to the instructions his young master kept giving to him.
It
had been a long fifteen years – a long time of waiting for his master to be
reborn and to claim what was rightfully his. He was glad that the previous Maou
had chosen a boy like Yuuri to be the bearer of the new soul but he knew that
deep down inside, the real master he served was the Darker Yuuri – the more
mature one who was the true Maou. If there was only some way to make the Dark
one remain in his state for much longer…
“Oi…are
you listening to me, Conrad?!”
“Ah…ah,
yes, Yuuri!” he called back quickly as he stepped onto the pitcher’s ‘plate’ –
a smooth but jutting piece of rock that was stable enough to hold his weight.
He held up the ball and nodded quickly, watching in amusement as his King held
onto the bat – a wooden stick – like a true professional.
If
you were back in your homeland of Earth, you would have ended up becoming a
great baseball player, Yuuri, he thought with a wistful smile.
And
holding on tightly to the ball, he lifted a leg like he had seen the pitchers
on Earth do before tossing the ball as hard and as fast as he could. He watched
in amazement as the dark-haired boy’s brows furrowed in concentration and for
one brief moment, Conrad could feel his heart skip a beat as he recognized the
very same look that could be seen in Dark Yuuri’s eyes whenever he was angry.
“Yatta!
Homerun!” came the jubilant scream as Yuuri dropped the bat and began to run
around the bases. “You suck as a pitcher, Conrad!” he taunted as he stepped
unto home ‘plate’. His happy laughter echoed and bounced off the large trees
surrounding them and Conrad found himself unable to stop from laughing himself.
There was something so infectious about the young boy’s laughter and he found
that he would do anything to see Yuuri always this happy especially in a land
as hostile as this.
“Time
to eat lunch!” the King announced as he made his way towards the basket that
Gunther had so lovingly packed for them. He blushed faintly at the ‘love note’
the purple-haired man had left for him and hid it quickly within his pocket
with a light shake of his head. Humming softly, he began to unpack the meals
before asking as carelessly as he could – so as not to give away his rather
flustered demeanor.
“So…eh…where’s
Wolfram?”
Conrad
smiled softly to himself as he sat upon the thick and lush grass. His gaze
drifted towards the running stream beside them as he replied softly. “He’s
probably off training somewhere, like he always does.”
“Aah…is
he always like that?”
“Always
like what?”
“You
know?” Yuuri took a bite of his sandwich. “So into training and all?”
Conrad
chuckled and accepted his own meal. “He’s only training for you. He feels he’s
not strong enough to be considered your fiancé.”
Yuuri
felt his cheeks grow hot as he gaped at the older man in surprise. “Eh?
Rea…really?” He lowered his gaze and eyed the grass below him. “I didn’t think
that he cared for me that much.” He laughed softly. “He keeps yelling at me and
it’s like he hates me…”
“Wolfram
is a spoiled brat,” Conrad replied quietly. “He just needs someone to put him
in his place, Yuuri.” Someone like the darker soul inside of you – the one I
love more than anyone else in the world.
“Oh…is…is
that right?”
They
ate in silence for a while – each lost in their thoughts. Finally, Yuuri
reached into the basket again to pull out a piece of fruit. He eyed the orange
with a grin and fumbled around for the knife to cut it open with. As he tried
to peel off the skin with the knife, his thoughts drifted towards the stubborn
boy again. He really wished he could get Wolfram to like him. He was sure he
could get the blond to enjoy some of the things he liked to do. Maybe he could
teach Wolfram all about baseball or they could go for walks or something. What
was the point of being married to someone who hated your guts?
He
sighed heavily only to wince in pain as the knife accidentally cut his thumb
causing it to bleed a bit profusely. Conrad was quick to hear the soft sound of
pain and was immediately beside Yuuri with brows furrowed in concern.
“It’s
a deep cut, Yuuri,” he mumbled softly as he held the smaller hand within his.
“I’d just have to…”
The
boy’s eyes widened in shock, surprise and some other dull sensation that he
couldn’t quite fathom as he watched his finger disappear into the older man’s
mouth. He blushed darkly, his mouth opening and closing, trying to find the
words to say to break this spell that had come over him. He tried to look away,
but he couldn’t! His body became flushed with heat as he felt Conrad’s warm
tongue lick and suck on his finger in a way that was damn too…
“YUUURII!!!
KISAMA!! GET AWAY FROM HIM, CONRAD!!!”
A
flash of something blue and golden filled Yuuri’s visage and before he could
make a sound, he found himself being pushed aside and now a witness to a sudden
showdown between his fiancé and his mentor. Both men had already drawn out
their swords and Wolfram looked about ready to murder someone…namely Conrad.
The older man looked more amused than anything – although there was a dangerous
glint in his eyes as he watched the heaving and angry blond before him.
Yuuri
staggered to his knees, trying desperately to diffuse the tense situation.
“Wolf…Wolfram…”
“Shut
up, you traitor! I can’t leave you for five minutes and then you go about
cavorting with him!”
Ca-what?
Yuuri was still trying to understand what the word meant but it seemed like
Wolfram wasn’t done yet.
“Have
you no shame, Conrad?! He’s my fiancé for crying out loud!” His eyes narrowed
in challenge. “And do not think I’ll go easy on you just because you are
my…well…you are…”
“Your
brother?” Conrad finished with a small smile. “Come at me then, Wolfram. You’ve
always wanted to get rid of me, so this is the perfect time for you to do it.”
Yuuri
held out his hand, his worry growing by the second as he noticed both men about
to charge towards the other. “No…stop…both of you….”
“Prepare
to die, Conrad!!” Wolfram bellowed as he raised his sword and made a mad dash
for the older man. Yuuri squeezed his eyes shut as he heard the sudden clash of
blades. His hands clenched into tight fists as he listened to their grunts and
sounds of strain.
They are going to
kill each other…because of me…because of me…me…I’m the cause of this…it’s all my
fault…
His
body trembled as he grit his teeth. He could feel the undeniable surge of power
course through his body before allowing his mind to blank out completely as he
let the deeper spirit within him take over.
And
with a loud roar, he cried out angrily.
“Stop it…both of you…STOP IT!!!”
The
peaceful blue skies suddenly gave way to darkened clouds and strong winds. Both
fighters paused in mid stride, gaping in surprise at the sudden change of
events. They had thought that Yuuri would be able to summon the Mazoku only
when another person was in trouble – but this was…different.
“Why
do you continue to fight?” The Maou asked as he eyed both men with a thunderous
scowl on his handsome features. He was much different from the flushed
fifteen-year old that had been on his knees moments earlier. Standing in his
place was a boy of about eighteen who had much longer dark hair that kissed his
shoulders and seemed to rise and fall with each gust of wind that went by.
“Your
Majesty…” Conrad began but was quickly silenced as the Maou had walked up to
him and placed a hand upon his lips.
“I
will not punish you today, Conrad,” came the husky whisper as dark blazing
depths stared deeply into the brown ones that he had known his whole life.
“Wait for me a bit longer,” he whispered softly so as not to let Wolfram hear.
“Someday I’ll be ready for you…until then…bear with him for as long as it
takes.”
“Yes…yes,
your Majesty,” the guardian replied thickly as he lowered his gaze and placed a
tender kiss on the back of the King’s palm. He had waited for fifteen years and
he would wait for fifteen more if need be.
Wolfram
watched the proceedings with confusion and bitterness. So it was true then. It
had always been that way, hadn’t it? Yuuri and Conrad were meant to be
together. He had little to no room in the Maou’s life and that was the way it
had been intended from the beginning. If only Yuuri hadn’t slapped him to begin
with! If only he didn’t have to suffer this humiliation! Damn him! Damn them
both!
And
hardly giving the couple another glance, the blond spun on his heels and began
to run as fast as his feet could take him - away from everyone and everything.
Perhaps in his absence, Yuuri could have all the time in the world with Conrad.
They did seem to have more in common after all. He wasn’t stupid. He had seen
the way the older man had been ‘protecting’ the King. All the lingering
glances, the moments they had spent together…it was too much.
“Oow!”
He
sprawled to the ground as his feet got entangled with some undergrowth. Burying
his face within the grass, he finally let go of his pent up frustrations and
began to sob softly. It was unmanly and quite weak of him to be acting this
way, but he couldn’t help it and he hated himself for feeling this way. And to
make things worse, he still wasn’t strong enough. He wanted to prove himself to
Yuuri but at this rate…he wasn’t sure he could even achieve that anymore.
His
sobs became soft sniffles as he realized that the dark clouds were beginning to
give way to blue skies again. So the Maou was gone and he would bet that Yuuri
had fallen asleep like he almost always did afterwards. He sighed heavily and
moved backwards slowly, until he felt the sturdy thickness of a tree against
his back. He raised his knees and buried his face within them not really
knowing what to do with himself now. He was hurt and rightly so. He doubted he
would ever forgive Conrad or Yuuri for what they had done but he would have to
try somehow and then see if his mother could find a way for their engagement to
be called off.
“So
that’s where you are!”
He
lifted his head quickly to blink in confusion at the smiling boy before him. He
gawked in surprise for a few moments before rising to his feet in bemusement
and wariness. Holding out his sword like a shield before him, he growled
softly.
“Who
are you?! And why are you disguised as the King?”
Yuuri,
who was still trying to catch his breath from running so fast, stared at the bewildered
blond with a sheepish look. “Conrad told me to come look for you…eek!”
The
sword was now inches away from his neck and Yuuri swallowed tightly.
“Wolf…Wolfram…”
“Did
you come to laugh at me?” came the low snarl from the soldier.
“Laugh…?”
“Are
you and Conrad laughing at me?!”
Yuuri
gasped softly as he noticed that there were actual tears beginning to form in
the blond’s eyes now.
“Wolfram…I…”
“Why
aren’t you sleeping like you’re supposed to?!”
“I
don’t know either!” Yuuri replied quickly. “Conrad said it might because I
didn’t summon a Mazoku this time around…”
“Conrad
this…Conrad that…it’s always about him, isn’t it?!” Wolfram bellowed. “Why
don’t you just go be with him instead?!” And with a desperate cry, he lunged
towards the unarmed boy with a wild swing of his sword only to suck in a harsh
breath as his wrist was caught within a very firm grip. The sword fell from his
hand and to the ground with a noiseless clatter, but it was his pounding heart
that seemed to make the most noise as he suddenly found himself just mere
inches before the other boy.
“Let...let
me go!” he demanded hastily although to his chagrin it had come out as a rather
weak plea. His face, no his entire body seemed to be burning with a heat that
he had never felt before and as usual he began to struggle against his feelings
by calling on what he knew best. His anger. “Let me go, I said!” he bellowed
again, as he raised his left hand to try to smack Yuuri or at least to push him
away. But to his dismay, it was caught again and before he could make a sound
of protest, he was pushed against the tree none too gently.
“Now,
that I’ve got you, you’ve got to listen to me,” Yuuri said firmly as he stared
into the slightly fearful green depths before him. “I…I li…I mean why don’t you
like me, Wolfram? I thought you would have been over the fact that I am the new
Maou by now. Am I not good enough for you?”
Yuuri
could feel his cheeks burn with heat as he realized that he had asked a
question that had been bothering him for a long time now. He wondered why he
had even listened to Conrad in the first place and just what had possessed him
to do this. According to the older man, he had become his darker counterpart
for some time. Of course, Yuuri had had no recollection of this and he had
wondered why he hadn’t passed out as he usually did. Conrad had explained that
it was probably due to him not using any magic spells but all Yuuri could think
about was his blond rival. Wolfram had been nowhere to be found. Conrad had
then given him a wistful smile and had told him to go after the petulant
soldier.
“He
needs you now,” the older man had said. “Talk some sense into him and make him
understand, Yuuri. He’ll listen to you…”
And
so here he was, before his stubborn fiancé and yet embarrassed at the strange
sensations he was beginning to feel. Wolfram wasn’t helping matters much by
writhing against him in an effort to release himself from Yuuri’s grip.
“Wolfram…”
he began again. “Why don’t you…?”
“Because
you annoy me, alright?!” the boy finally replied quickly. “You think you’re so
special being the Maou and all! You are just an ordinary human who got lucky
and I don’t know why you even had to propose to me even if it was an accident!
Why didn’t you take it back if you liked Conrad so much?! Why didn’t you just
propose to him instead?! Why didn’t you…?!”
“You
are not Conrad…”
“…just
go to him and be with…what?”
Yuuri
smiled softly, his dark eyes now filled with understanding and warmth. “You are
not Conrad, Wolfram. You are my partner and my future…eh…” He wasn’t sure if he
was supposed to say bride or husband and the very thought alone caused his
cheeks to darken a bit more.
Wolfram’s
struggles ceased as he slumped wearily against the tree. He lowered his gaze
and whispered thickly. “Then why do you like being with him so much? You seem
to have more fun with him.”
“Because
he’s human like me and he’s seen most of the things I’ve seen,” Yuuri explained
quietly as he released the blond’s wrists, knowing the boy wouldn’t be making
any more sudden moves. “I would love to show you all the things from Earth
but…” He scratched the bridge of his nose gently. “…you wouldn’t like to
learn…”
“Yes,
I would!” came the sudden vehement response that had Yuuri blinking in
surprise. Wolfram had lifted his gaze again and now had an earnest and almost
desperate look in his eyes. “I want to learn all about your human ways…well…”
He turned his gaze away and mumbled the rest quickly. “If you’d teach me.”
Yuuri
could feel something light fill his chest as a wide grin came to his handsome
visage. “Really?! You’d really like me to teach you all about baseball and
other games that I know?!”
Blushing
furiously, Wolfram nodded. “Yes…it did look interesting…”
“Of
course it is!” Yuuri interrupted with a loud laugh of pleasure. He took hold of
Wolfram’s hand and began to lead him back towards the clearing. “Baseball is
the greatest game in the world and you could…aaaah!”
His
foot got entangled in the same tree root that Wolfram had sprawled over
earlier. Unfortunately, his hand was still holding onto the blond’s and in mere
seconds they were both crashing to the ground in a tangle of limbs.
“Sor…sorry!”
Yuuri apologized quickly as he tried to get off the scowling boy below him. “I
didn’t mean to…”
“Argh!
You are so damn clumsy, Yuuri!” came the petulant cry. “Why don’t you look at
where you’re going….mmmmphff!”
Green
eyes widened in surprise and shock as he felt the warm lips against his. He
could barely get his frozen body to respond much as the enormity of the
situation slowly began to sink into his dulled thoughts.
But
it felt good – oh, so sinfully good and as he felt his insides begin to melt
from the warmth that seemed to seep from Yuuri’s mouth, Wolfram closed his eyes
and slowly but shyly parted his lips to welcome his King’s tongue in
acceptance. I can live with this,
he thought ruefully as he savored Yuuri’s taste with a low moan of pleasure.
I can definitely live with this…
__
“Oi…Gunther…”
“Yes,
your Majesty?”
“Is
there any other rule I should be aware of when it comes to being with Wolfram?
I don’t want to step on his toes and then it will mean that he has to have my
babies or anything.”
“Oh,
your Majesty is being funny! Hmmm…let me see…ah! There is one final thing
though.”
“Oh?
What’s that?”
“Your
first kiss, your Majesty.”
“First…kiss?”
“Ah.
You see in this land, the first time you do kiss your bride or husband to be,
it’s considered a vow of eternity.”
“A
vow of eternity?”
“Yes,
your Majesty. It means that you and your beloved are now bound for life no
matter what happens.”
“Ah…for
eternity, huh?”
__
He
released Wolfram with a shy smile, wondering if the blond would finally use the
sword to dice him to pieces. He had actually kissed Wolfram to get him to shut
up for once, but deep down inside, Yuuri had known that it was the best time to
let the blond know just how he really felt deep in his heart. And much to his
pleasure, the blond looked just as flustered and as hot as he felt and was
really making no attempt to get off the ground himself.
Yuuri
slowly rose to his feet and held out his hand with a warm smile on his lips.
“Let’s go, Wolfram,” he said softly. “I’ve got so much to teach you.”
The
soldier eyed the offered hand for a moment before snorting lightly and rising
to his feet on his own. He dusted the seat of his pants and reached for his
dropped sword before retorting a bit coldly.
“You’ve
got another thing coming if you think I’m suddenly supposed to like you for
kissing me.”
Yuuri
blinked in confusion as he began to follow his striding fiancé. “But…but I
thought…?”
“You
think nothing!” Wolfram replied as he pointed his sword towards Yuuri’s
forehead with a smirk. “As long as you are a mere human, I can defeat you at
any time! Now, take me to this place of basicball…”
“Base
ball, Wolfram. Ba-se-ball.”
“Isn’t
that what I said?!”
“Ah…”
And
as the two bickering couples made their way down the slope, a beautiful blonde
woman hiding amongst the trees giggled in pleasure.
Everything,
it seemed, had gone according to her plans. Things were definitely going to be interesting
in the kingdom from here on out.
~The
End~
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