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Sunshine
Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou does not belong to me and I make
no money from this work of fanfiction at all
Pairings/Warnings: Conrad and Wolfram- incest.
A/N: This is my first foray into fanfiction incest. I have RP’ed
it, being a sick cookie. This will be a challenge for me, but for some reason I
can see those two together. Why? I’m a sick cookie.
Conrad woke
up cold, smelling tears on his pillow.
The body
that had been there that night- he could barely remember the feel against his.
It was small and warm and had been dreadfully familiar- yet in the light of day
he could barely remembered not being alone.
All that
was left was the scent of tears beside him, and the heady fragrance of “Conrad
Stands on the Earth”.
He wasn’t
quite sure who had left those.
Maybe he
had been dreaming the whole thing. He maybe it was his own tears on his pillow,
wishing for the warmth of a body that had never joined him in bed.
“You’re
leaving again?” a hoarse voice cracked and Conrad looked up to see his little
brother standing there in the door.
“Ah,”
Conrad answered, voice dull. “I’ve been summoned to the Palace of the Original
King. Ulrike-sama wishes to speak with me.”
Wolfram
crossed his arms, sniffing and looking affronted. Conrad wondered at times
where his sweet little brother had gone.
Maybe it
had gone to the same place as his soul.
Conrad
didn’t care.
Wolfram
opened his mouth, but Conrad cut him off.
“Shut up
Wolfram. For once in your life, don’t be a little brat.” The blonde’s eyes were
wide with shock at his words. “Just shut up.”
The
blonde’s hands clenched and unclenched, and for the first time Conrad noticed
that his eyes were red rimmed.
Only later
did it occur to Conrad that Wolfram had come to say goodbye.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
He missed
being warm.
Whoever, or
whatever, had kept his bed warm during his recovery before he’d left for
“Earth” was obviously no longer here, and his dreams were hellish.
Ironically
he wished his brothers were with him. He missed Gwendal’s obsessive knitting
and Wolfram’s tart comments.
He frowned,
briefly, thinking that it was odd while he was holding Julia’s soul, that he
could find no comfort.
Conrad sat
up, thinking about his odd journey with Jose Rodriguez.
The “United States”
was large, and it smelled strange, as they headed to the “West Coast” to
wherever it was they needed to go.
His mind
drifted over what it would have been like, to travel with his brothers. Gwendal
would have been quiet while Wolfram would have been spouting questions.
The old
Wolfram would have. He sighed softly, thinking of how things would have
changed. The little boy who would follow his older brother around… was gone. He
couldn’t keep mourning him.
Whose fault
was it in the end? Conrad couldn’t say.
Falling
back against the strange bed, he stared up at the ceiling. The first traces of
dawn had started to slide across the wall, and the bright light reminded him
of…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Little Conrad
held the tiny, blanket wrapped bundle to his chest. The red faced, gold haired,
green eyed baby, wrapped in blue, was staring at him with the grumpiest
expression this side of Gwendal.
His mother
was on the bed, shaking from cold and exhaustion, eyes shut as she drifted in
and out of sleep.
He had no
idea how to feel right then.
Here was
the proof that his mother had loved someone else besides his father; and he
knew beyond a shadow of a doubt how much they adored each other. Yet his mother
had decided… for some reason… to have another baby.
“Is it
because I’m half human?” he asked softly. His mother stirred, her glassy green
eyes peering at him. “Why did you-?”
Celi
sighed, opening her arms to him.
Conrad
shook his head. For once, he did not think a hug or the comfort of her bosom
could make him feel better.
“I was
lonely,” she said quietly. “I needed to hold another baby in my arms.”
Conrad
swallowed, turning from her to go back to contemplating the small warm thing he
was holding.
His father
would often tell him about how beautiful his mother was; he knew this already,
but he had wanted something so beautiful to call his own.
The baby
blinked sleepily, yawning, and opened his eyes again, eyes dimly focusing on
his.
Then he
smiled, and Conrad felt a hand gently wrap itself around his heart. Maybe he
could understand now, how his father still loved his mother…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Conrad rode
in the ‘car’, absently watching the soul of Julia as it floated serenely in its
bottle. A perfect white sphere; it was amazing how she could so completely
accept the dictates of the Original King.
He could
only imagine who his own soul would look.
Tilting his
head, he listened to Rodriguez sing along with a music maker called a ‘radio’
as they drove along. Anissina would have adored this world.
Wolfram, he
thought, looking at Julia’s soul, would probably be a triangle. A sphere was
far too calm for him.
He never
accepted anything in his life.
Frowning he
thought about their last meeting before he left. The boy had looked rough; his
hair was tousled, eyes red… Had he been crying? For what? Wolfram would never
cry- never admit he cried. Why had he been there in his room?
He knew
Conrad was leaving… was it possible he had been there to say goodbye?
Running his
hand through his hair with a gusty sigh, he noticed Jose cut his eyes at him
then back to the road. The man was good at letting him brood and not asking
unwanted questions.
Conrad lost
himself in thought again.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“Little big
brother!” a voice chirped, and young Conrad reached out to catch Wolfram as he
fearlessly dived into his big brother’s waiting arms.
“Whoa!”
Conrad laughed, barely hauling him upwards. Up until recently, the human aging
had not been noticeable. Then Conrad had started to shoot upwards…
Wolfram
just grinned toothily. “I knew you would catch me.”
Conrad
rolled his eyes. “But what if I didn’t?”
“You did,
didn’t you?” the blond boy answered carelessly. “Because Conrad never misses.”
He wrapped himself around Conrad’s waist when he put him down.
Conrad
attempted to pry him off.
“No!”
Conrad
blinked. “Wolfram?”
“Little big
brother will be going soon so now Wolfram gets you!”
The brown
haired boy sighed and shook his head. “But my father is teaching me- he needs
me, Wolfram.”
Wolfram
pouted. “Wolfram needs you too!”
Prying his
arms off, Conrad knelt before the little Mazoku. “I can’t stay.”
Wolfram
didn’t seem appeased, his little lip sticking out. “Why do you always leave
Wolfram?”
“My father
and I travel a lot. He wants me with him, that’s all.”
Wolfram
nodded, unhappy. It wasn’t that he didn’t normally fight this- each and every
time, he had a terrific screaming fit- but this time he just looked sad.
“Little big
brother?”
Conrad
gaped when Wolfram threw himself again into Conrad’s arms, planting a wet kiss
on his lips.
“What did
you do that for?”
“Mother
says you should only kiss people you love, and I love you best. I should kiss
you, right?”
Conrad put
his hand to his mouth, staring. “You should kiss people you love, right,” he
mumbled.
“You
promise to always come back for Wolfram?”
Conrad
opened his mouth, and then nodded, swallowing the lump in his throat. Who else
but Conrad looked after Wolfram?
Who looked
after Wolfram when Conrad wasn’t there?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Japan was very different from the United States
in his opinion; far more crowded, and filled with people who had black eyes and
black hair. It was somewhat unnerving.
The Shibuya’s
looked like a good family to leave Julia’s soul with. He was obligated to see
the baby born, but that was nine months from now…
Now he had
to live.
It was odd,
how that was the hardest thing of all.
“Well, you
could always be a professional athlete of some kind,” Rodriguez had said, when
he’d asked about what he should do in the meantime. “Or teach.”
The darker
man was thinking, tapping his chin with his thumb, while Conrad went through
the many facts given to him by Rodriguez machine. “Well, you could become a
professional fencer…”
Conrad’s
eyebrow twitched. That was an odd thought.
“Well, you
could give it a go. It would give you a chance to see this world, travel
around, and get that stick out of your ass.”
Conrad’s
eyebrows flew up to his hairline. This was the first time Jose had ever, ever
made such a comment.
“What? You
think I hadn’t noticed? I know you lost your girlfriend-“
“She wasn’t
my-“
“I know
what you said. But I also know you’ve been through a lot and you need to get over it. Find someone else to love-
you don’t have to replace your lady friend but geeze… Man, its not like you can
love only one person in your life.”
Conrad
grunted.
“You’ve got
people who would be very sad if you died- and don’t give me that look. Everyone
has a few.”
Conrad
shifted uncomfortably.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Time did
heal all wounds, as bad as the cliché was.
Perhaps
time would heal this one, Conrad thought, watching the baby boy in the small
carriage, cooing next to his mother. He knew Julia would be loved here.
The past
year had been… cathartic. There was no war between humans and Mazoku here. He
could just be Conrad; not the queen’s half human son. No obligations beyond
teaching his students or the thrill of a fencing match.
Looking
down at the cooing baby, he remembered Jose’s words about finding someone else
to love.
Suddenly he
felt homesick. He missed the little brother who would crawl into his bed after
a nightmare, or would be so eager to show him his latest sword move. He missed
the home he had before Wolfram had found out he was human.
He smiled
at the baby again- yes, this was truly the best place for Julia’s soul; in a
world where humans and Mazoku intermingled and married and could be happy
together.
Taking the
little yellow duck when it was offered to him, Conrad turned away.
Yellow.
Like Wolfram’s hair…
He
swallowed. There was another wound he did not know if time could heal.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“You’re
father was a human,” a small voice piped up behind him.
Conrad’s shoulders
hunched, and turned around slowly to look at the small blond boy. His normally
bright green eyes were shadowed in fear and loathing and denial.
“Yes. I am
both human and Mazoku,” he repeated slowly. Internally he berated himself. He
knew what people said about humans here, in the capital. They were people who
had never met humans before in all their long lives.
And he was
gone so often… and he had never told his precious brother the truth…
“You lied
to Wolfram,” the boy said, voice trembling. “You were never Wolfram’s brother,
were you?”
Conrad felt
cold.
“No- I’m
still your brother-“
“Your
father made Mother cry,” Wolfram went on. “Are you going to make me cry too?”
Conrad
shook his head. “No- no, Wolfram, I would never make you cry-“
“Liar! You
aren’t my brother! Conrad lied to Wolfram! Everyone lies to Wolfram!” He was
hysterical. “You were my brother but you’re human!” He started to pull on his
hair, face turning purple. “You aren’t my brother! You left me!”
The boy
fell to the floor, screaming bloody murder and pounding his feet. “You- you
aren’t my brother!”
Conrad
tried to grab him- tried to calm him down. He tried to do something-
But his
brother didn’t calm down until Gwendal arrived, his expression apologetic, as
if to say “How was I supposed to know it
was this bad?”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After that,
there were no more spontaneous hugs, or endless rounds of questions, or sword
drills, or hero worship. Just cold antagonism in public, and avoiding Conrad in
private.
Only now
with time and distance did the older man notice a few things off.
Wolfram
would model Conrad- wearing his old hair style, and the exact same shade of
blue in his old uniform. He had felt Wolfram’s eyes on him during sword
practice. He had seen him do the exact same drills, over and over again.
Frowning…
he wondered, maybe, if his sweet little brother had gone to the same place as
his soul: buried beneath layers of hide to protect it until it could heal.
With a
twinge of guilt, he realized he had betrayed his brother’s trust. If he had
been honest from the beginning, perhaps this would never have happened. Yet it
was a foolish thing to wish for. His brother had betrayed him as well by not
loving him enough to see through his prejudice.
What was
left for his family?
He stared
at his bags, but while they held clothes, answers weren’t there. He was getting
ready for his return trip… and he was taking only a few things with him. His
baseball glove (and his love the Boston Red Sox), a yellow ducky… Julia’s
necklace had never left his neck…
“Almost
ready?” Rodriguez called.
“Yes!” he
answered, putting everything away. It was nearly time for him to be going.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Home.
How strange
that word felt.
The Palace of
the Original King was unchanged and unchangeable as he surfaced in the pond- he
was immediately surrounded.
Since they
were expecting him, there wasn’t much trouble getting out of the pool (all in
one piece that is).
“Did you
deliver the Maou’s soul safely?” Ulrike asked later, her eyes calm.
Conrad
wished that she wouldn’t ask questions she didn’t know the answers to already.
“Yes. She
has been reborn as Shibuya Yuuri.”
“Good. All
that remains is to wait the remaining years until he is old enough to bring
here,” Ulrike said softly. “It has been nearly four years since you have left,
here, Conrad Weller-kyo. Your family has been informed of your task, and I
thank you for your service on behalf of the Original King.”
That was a
dismissal if he ever heard one; Conrad rose to his feet, bowing again before
turning to leave the room.
It was a
bit unnerving to know that it had been so long since he had left. While two
years had passed since his arrival on Earth, that time had moved so differently
here… Worry over what had happened to his family gnawed on his stomach. Gwendal
could take care of himself, and his mother was wily enough to charm her way out
of anything- but Wolfram-
All was
quiet as he approached Blood
Pledge Castle.
The gardens in the front were still in ill repair, but the Conrad Stands on the
Earth were blooming, as well as a few others. Beautiful Wolfram was struggling
through the brambles.
Why did
that break his heart?
The guards
had been shocked to see him- apparently no one had been told of his arrival.
Though it could wait- he would find his room on his own and announce himself in
the morning. Knowing Gwendal and his mother, they would need the good night’s
sleep.
He crept
back to his room, opening the door slowly. To his surprise… his room was clean.
It was not stuffy, well aired, and the sheets on his bed were fresh. Someone
had been taking care of it.
Putting
down his bag, he dropped on the blankets and closed his eyes, mind barely
registering the scent of tears and flowers.
To be continued.
A/N: The relationship stuff starts next chapter. This was
hard to write. As it is, I’m trying to lay the ground work of their
relationship… which is difficult in its own right.
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