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Chapter List
- 1-Bloom
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Part 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39
- 40-Part 40
- 41-Part 41
- 42-Part 42
- 43-Part 43
- 44-Part 44
- 45-Part 45
- 46-Part 46
- 47-Part 47
- 48-Part 48
- 49-Part 49
- 50-Part 50
- 51-Part 51
- 52-Part 52
- 53-Part 53
- 54-Part 54
- 55-Part 55
- 56-Part 56
- 57-Part 57
- 58-Part 58
- 59-Part 59
- 60-Part 60
- 61-Part 61
- 62-Part 62
- 63-Part 63
- 64-Part 64
- 65-Part 65
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- 13
- 14
Disclaimer: I don’t own Kyou Kara Maou! – It belongs to its respective owners. This fan fiction is not a commercial project, and I’m not making any money from writing it.
Warnings: yaoi (male x male), violence, swearing, angst, drama. Wolfram-centric, out of character, original character.
Summary: With Yuuri’s upcoming birthday, Wolfram makes his decision. Where will it lead him and what is to become of them? Should eventually be Yuuri x Wolfram.
A/N 1: Yuuri – 18 years old. Wolfram – 20. Eldara – 31. Halea – 20. Athara – 18.
A/N 2: Greta doesn’t exist.
A/N 3: European/American/Japanese standards all at once depending on the plot requirements.
A/N 4: A tendency to ignore the anime/manga and supplement the story with my own imagined facts.
A/N 5: Season III is not taken into consideration, except for the fact that Wolfram’s uncle exists.
A/N 6: The umlaut in Gunter’s name is a bother.

Bloom
by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com), beta-read by HARPG0
Part 13
Wolfram sipped his tea silently while watching Barista over the edge of his cup. He found it unpleasant to sit with the man at the same table. Out of sheer annoyance, he wasn’t interested in what he and the duke were conversing about. Thus, the interpreter at his side had been enjoying a peaceful meal from the very beginning of the dinner. Of course, Wolfram knew he was being rude to the duke’s guest, but Barista Verinas was of no importance to Wolfram, and he couldn’t force himself to care. And if ever, by some miracle, Wolfram needed to deal with his father, he intended to give him a piece of his mind about his rapist son.
Analyzing his thoughts, Wolfram emptied his cup. Humming, he lowered it onto the table. He really was practically apolitical, just as the duke had said. Fine with him. He could afford being apolitical having Gwendal behind his back, after all. Besides, it was better to be apolitical instead of being forced to entertain scum.
As Wolfram and Eldara returned late, now only the four of them were sitting at the dining table. Athara and Halea had already had their dinner two hours ago. Wolfram was certain that if Eldara had invited, the two would have joined them, but it was apparent that the duke hadn’t even planned to. Obviously, Verinas wasn’t someone Eldara was eager to seat at one table with his siblings.
“Let’s have some wine,” Eldara suggested when it was clear that Wolfram was about to leave the table. The duke was not surprised to see the blond give him a rather irritated look.
“It seems your bodyguard suffered no serious injuries, except that bang on his head,” Eldara said while a servant was pouring their glasses. “He’ll be fit enough to be up and around tomorrow.”
“Oh, that’s good,” Verinas said. “I’m so relieved.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes at the white wine filling his glass. If Barista had been so interested in the well-being of his bodyguard, he would have inquired Eldara about his health beforehand. The duke intentionally hadn’t mentioned anything, wondering when Barista would remember his injured man.
“To justice.” Wolfram saluted the other two men with his glass. Not waiting for an answer, he sipped his wine. He could see how unsettled Barista became when the interpreter translated his salutation, and a part of Wolfram, which was purely sadistic, was reveling in his discomfort. He also allowed himself to ignore the warning look the duke gave him, telling him to behave.
Eldara watched the blond from across the table. He had regretted stopping Wolfram from leaving. He had intended to humor himself by aggravating the blond but it had backfired. He had forgotten to take a lot of factors into the account. First, the blond was spoiled and arrogant and didn’t bother talking to people he despised. And, when he did speak to them, he didn’t hide what he thought of them. Second, Wolfram was nearly always aggressive in his defense. And, finally, the blond was unbelievably stubborn. You couldn’t just seat him down and expect him to obey.
The duke decided he couldn’t be bothered to breach the silence, which had suddenly settled at the table. Barista seemed to be just as lively but his smile had vanished. What Barista didn’t know was that Wolfram’s salute had mostly been intended for Eldara as a means of getting back at the duke for forcing him to stay at the table.
Wolfram was sipping his wine with malicious intensity. He wasn’t looking at Verinas, but Eldara could tell that the blond was immensely enjoying his ability to make the other man uncomfortable and intended to use it to the fullest. It was clear that Wolfram already felt at home in the castle. He felt comfortable and daring enough to ignore the master’s warnings and challenge his guest. Eldara couldn’t decide if he was glad or angry about the fact. Probably, he felt a bit of both.
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Wolfram was jolted out of his sleep by a loud pounding on his door. Disoriented, he kept blinking at the darkness while the hammering continued to echo through the room. Someone was shouting behind the door but he couldn’t understand what they were saying.
“What happened?” Wolfram croaked, sitting up and summoning his fire element.
There were more shouts and even more insistent pounding but the sturdy door was locked from the inside and to open it one would need a siege weapon. Wolfram, surrounded by a halo of flames, walked over to the chair where his bathrobe hung and dressed while watching the door apprehensively. He wasn’t going to open it before he knew what was going on. He looked over at a clock on the table. It was five o’clock in the morning. It was completely dark behind the curtains.
The pounding went on for about a minute. Wolfram could hear feet shuffling behind the door and someone saying something then it became quiet all of a sudden. In the silence that followed, the blond could hear the distant shouts and the jingle of metal.
“Your Highness?”
Wolfram startled in surprise at the loud voice of his interpreter. “Yes? What is happening?”
“Are you alright, Sir?”
“Yes, I’m perfectly fine. What’s with all the noise?”
“The prisoners escaped from the dungeon, Sir. The guards are checking the rooms in order to find them.”
Wolfram stared at the door suspiciously. “You mean that they want to search my room as well, don’t they?”
“Yes, Sir. If you please.”
It didn’t matter whether he pleased or not – the room would still be searched just to make certain that he hadn’t been taken hostage or wasn’t hiding the prisoners under his bed. The blond didn’t feel like opening the door, but his oral guarantee was worthless in this case.
“Wolfram, open the door, please.”
This was the duke’s voice and, reassured, Wolfram moved forward. He turned the key and pushed the heavy door open. For a moment, the men outside the door turned motionless and stared at the blond wide-eyed. Confused, Wolfram turned to look behind him but there was no one there.
“Your fire element,” the duke explained after meeting the blond’s questioning gaze.
“Oh. Should I extinguish it?”
“No, you can keep it,” Eldara said. Again, he looked at the fire floating around Wolfram. “It’s just that we aren’t used to sights like this.”
“I see,” Wolfram said, backing out of the doorway, allowing the duke and the soldiers to pass. The interpreter was already absent, and Wolfram decided that Eldara had dismissed him. The blond moved to stand next to the door and watched the four soldiers looking around his room. One went straight for the wardrobe and another checked under the bed. The curtains were opened and then drawn again.
“I believe the doctor advised against summoning your fire element?” the duke asked.
Wolfram’s eyes left the guards. “Um… What?” he asked absentmindedly. “Ah, yes. I somehow did that unconsciously.”
“Did you?” Seeing the unusual expression on Wolfram’s face, Eldara moved forward. “Hey, are you…?”
“Wh-?” Wolfram stuttered when his legs suddenly started to fold under him. He tried to grasp at the door handle to keep himself upright but his fingers slid through the empty air.
“Got you,” the duke huffed out, grabbing Wolfram before he could slide to the floor. He shifted his hold on the blond then hefted him up into his arms and headed toward the bed. The funny thing was, he thought while carrying Wolfram, that the blond would have probably been alright if he hadn’t been made aware of his fire element.
“Do you feel sick?” Eldara asked, lowering Wolfram into his bed. He brushed the bathrobe farther away from the blond’s neck and towards his shoulders, so that his throat wouldn’t be constrained. Even while doing that he realized that it was mostly a habit – there was no way the fluffy material constrained something.
In attempt to clear his vision, Wolfram blinked rapidly. “No. Just…the room’s spinning. I’m a little bit…dizzy.”
Eldara beckoned one of the soldiers closer and sent him to get the nurse. Then his attention returned to Wolfram. The blond didn’t look bad, nor did he look upset. The duke touched the blond’s forehead and then his right temple but there was no fever. He sat down on the bed next to Wolfram, who gave him a sheepish smile.
“It will probably take some time for you to be able to use your element without being penalized.”
Wolfram nodded silently. He noticed that the duke was looking at his right hand. The half-healed scratches were hardly visible due to the feeble light the oil lamp offered. Yet, it was very noticeable that his hand needed no bandages. Wolfram felt the bed shift, and Eldara stood up. Detached, the blond watched the man’s back while he was walking over to the table.
The duke took the oil lamp off the table and brought it over to the nightstand at the blond’s bed. Now he was able to take a more careful look at his hand. It seemed that, just as the doctor had said, it was healing properly.
“Your Grace?”
The duke turned to face the soldier who had called him. “Ah, yes. You can leave if you’re done here.”
The three soldiers saluted and hurried off to continue searching the castle.
“It seems I have underestimated you,” Wolfram said when the door closed and they were left alone.
“I wouldn’t know what you’re talking about, Wolfram.”
The blond chuckled lightly. “The prisoners, Your Grace. The prisoners, who have miraculously escaped from your dungeon.”
“I believe I did tell you to call me by my name.”
“Hmm… No, instead of ‘underestimated’,” Wolfram continued, ignoring him, “I should probably say ‘misjudged’.”
“Don’t worry; people do that all the time.”
Wolfram chuckled again. He still felt faint but his head was becoming clearer. “What will happen when Verinas’ father comes?”
Eldara leaned down closer to Wolfram in order to look at his face. He watched Wolfram carefully, wondering whether the blond was deliberately using his brother’s shampoo.
During Wolfram’s stay in the castle, he had regained the weight he had lost. The several months the blond had spent in the army had made him look tougher, more muscular, and the blond was also taller than when Eldara had last seen him in Shin Makoku. However, he still smelled of Athara’s shampoo, which was the same as smelling like a toddler. Really, Wolfram must be doing that on purpose.
“And why are you so interested? One may think that you’re concerned about my well-being,” the duke drawled slowly.
There was a certain low intonation in Eldara’s voice, and Wolfram felt a shiver go down his spine. It was a strange sensation. Not one he disliked, though.
“It’s just curiosity,” Wolfram answered lightheartedly, deciding to play it safe.
The duke gave him a sharp unconvinced smile. Wolfram wasn’t certain how to react to the long and intent look the duke was giving him. He felt his cheeks turn pink and hoped that this wasn’t visible in the half-light. He stiffened when Eldara’s fingers pulled on his bathrobe’s collar, closing it tighter around his neck. Wolfram nearly jolted out of his skin when there was a loud knock on the door. He was glad that it was the duke who had answered and let the nurse in. Wolfram didn’t trust his throat to make more than a squeak.
“Don’t worry. I will deal with him when the time comes,” the duke said, standing up. “Your assistance, though, would be very welcome.”
Wolfram watched Eldara leave. He nodded faintly when the duke said he would send for the interpreter.
Once the other man had left, Wolfram thought that maybe he had misunderstood something. Did Eldara really flirt with him? It had been a strange sensation. Most Human cultures had certain rules and regulations concerning same sex relationships. He wasn’t certain how it was in Kardera. Was it allowed or was it frowned upon? During his stay he hadn’t noticed any displays he could draw conclusions from. Maybe there had been some, but he hadn’t noticed because he had been preoccupied with… Wolfram suddenly wondered what he had been preoccupied with. Actually, he had been preoccupied with absolutely nothing. All he had done was let the current of surrounding events carry him with it.
And…when it came to that, nobody would ever flirt with a royal emissary out of fear that it was politically incorrect and he or she would demand have their head chopped off. They would only flirt back. And Wolfram hadn’t ever thought of flirting with anyone because…well, because he just didn’t flirt. He simply didn’t. Unless it was with Yuuri but it had never worked anyway. A complete waste of time.
As if daring her to come closer, Wolfram stared at the nurse, who stared right back at him. It didn’t seem that she had a faintest idea what was wrong with him. Wolfram didn’t have one, either. He was lightly aroused, but, unless she was a Demon, she couldn’t have known that. It was too dark in the room.
The look on the blond’s face told the nurse that it was best to stay back, so she did. She, however, seemed to be worried about Wolfram’s sudden hostility. In fact, it was more embarrassment that Wolfram felt, but, out of habit, he covered it with, in his opinion, more appropriate emotions.
Wolfram’s head turned towards the door, where, after a knock, the interpreter appeared.
“I’m glad His Highness is safe,” he said bowing.
“Yes, thank you for your worry,” Wolfram muttered. “Tell her she can go. I feel fine, just tired. I’ll just go back to sleep.” Absentminded, he listened to the nurse and the interpreter exchange words.
“Oh, Your Highness,” the interpreter said when they finished talking, “Mela extends her utmost apologies to Sir for being late. But she had to tend to Lord Barista’s wounds first.”
Wolfram perked up. “You don’t say!” He grinned widely when his interpreter confirmed his words with a nod.
“Yes, Sir,” the interpreter said, obviously thinking that the expression on Wolfram’s face was very inappropriate. “The prisoners got into his room and nearly killed him!” he said, clasping his hands in horror.
“Poor bugger,” Wolfram said, continuing to grin, wondering who of the two was worth of his sympathy: the duke or Verinas. For some reason, he couldn’t muster any for Barista. However, Eldara had dug himself a very deep hole; only naïve idiots like his interpreter thought that it had been an accidental escape and attack.
Wolfram suddenly felt giddy with the excitement. So, this was what Eldara had meant when he said that his assistance was very welcome. Oh, without doubt, he was going to support anything the duke maintained.
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Wolfram joined the von Ashira family at lunch. It was unusually quiet at the dinner table. The duke, though, didn’t seem any different from usual. It was the other two siblings who appeared to have an apprehensive air about them.
“Do you feel well, Wolfram?” Eldara asked, watching the blond quickly shoveling half of the table into his plate. Fried potatoes, chicken, salad, sauce, pork, some more potatoes, everything went until the large plate was so full, that one less careful move would have made the potatoes spill and roll all over the table. The answer was obvious.
“Oh, yes, extremely well. Thank you for asking,” Wolfram said, digging into fried chicken. “Any news about Barista’s health?”
“I’m afraid he’s feeling much worse than you,” Athara answered, racking through his salad in his plate. He gave Wolfram’s plate a morose look. Why was the blond in such a good mood?
“What a pity,” Wolfram said, munching on his chicken with increased appetite.
“You don’t seem… All that upset,” Athara noted.
“Oh, I am! I really am!” Wolfram said enthusiastically, fishing for more potatoes. “I’ve never been so upset in my entire life!”
“You certainly…”
“Athara, he hates the man,” Eldara said, cutting his brother off as it seemed the pointless conversation was going to drag on and on.
For a few seconds, it was silent at the table with the only sounds being the duke’s and Wolfram’s forks scraping the plates.
“Why? What has he ever done to you?” Athara asked.
Now, Wolfram became conscious that neither Athara nor Halea were aware of real circumstances. Suddenly, he had no idea what to say.
“Fredrick von Sarda is arriving this evening,” Eldara said, giving Wolfram a glance.
“Fredrick who?” Halea wondered.
The duke looked like he was about to say something but he never voiced it out. Instead, he smiled. “The same Fredrick, who was so passionate about you in Shin Makoku during His Majesty Yuuri Shibuya’s birthday.”
Understanding dawned on Halea’s face. “Oh, him!”
Wolfram could guess that if he hadn’t been present at the table, the duke would have said something to his sister like “No wonder you’re still single; you have a memory like a goldfish”. But then, Eldara probably never said anything like that to his sister. He was much stricter with Athara.
“What is the reason for such a sudden visit?” Halea asked in a hopeful voice.
The duke nodded to confirm her suspicions. “Well, it seems the attempt on you has shaken him up quite a bit. He… I think he wants to make certain you’re sound and well.”
Athara rolled his eyes. “And he won’t rest until he has had visual proof of that, right?” he said. “How romantic!”
Wolfram thought that he had suddenly become the most interesting thing in the dining room. He realized that everyone was looking at him as if waiting what he had to say to that. He smiled brightly.
“Sounds like a very caring young man,” he said. If the duke or his siblings believed he would object to von Sarda seeing Halea, they were deluding themselves. He couldn’t care less about who Halea was seeing or marrying, for that matter. “I can’t wait to meet him.”
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“Would you care to join me for a glass of wine?” the duke suggested to Wolfram when they were leaving the dining room.
“Certainly, I would.”
Wolfram followed Eldara to his chambers. Comfortably seating himself on a couch, he couldn’t help noticing how different it was this time – he didn’t feel so out of place as he had felt the last time he had been there. He watched the duke opening the cupboard next to the window.
“You prefer white wine, don’t you?” Eldara asked Wolfram, already retrieving the drinks.
Wolfram nodded. “Yes.”
When Eldara brought the glasses and drinks and lowered them onto the coffee table in front of him, Wolfram thought that maybe he should have chosen the large table in the middle of the room instead of the couch. Sitting side by side with the man was going to be a little awkward. Eldara started pouring the glasses, and Wolfram shifted along the small table so that, now, he was sitting nearly parallel with its left edge. He expected the duke to sit down near the right corner so that there would be enough space between them to make both of them feel comfortable.
“So, will you tell me how it really went?” Wolfram asked, twirling his glass between his fingers. He blushed when he nearly dropped it. He checked quickly to see if he had spilled anything on Athara’s clothing.
“Are you certain you want to know?” the duke asked, sitting down, aware of the large gap Wolfram had left between them. He wondered what exactly the blond was afraid of.
Wolfram’s eyebrows rose a little. The duke was giving him a way out. However, Wolfram had never been more eager in his life as he was now to become an accomplice.
“Oh yes, I’m pretty certain. Would it make it easier if I asked questions and you answered?”
Taking his glass, the duke shrugged. “Yes, why not? This way I’ll also know of how much you’re aware,” he said, chuckling. He toasted Wolfram and took a sip. This was his favorite wine and, contently, he leaned back into the couch to enjoy it.
“Ah,” Wolfram said, already regretting his suggestion. He laughed. “Well, long ago, we established the fact that I was not worth being complimented. So, I don’t think I should worry about ruining my image.”
The duke took another sip. “No, you shouldn’t,” he said. “There’s not so much to ruin after all.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “And why did I know you would say that?”
Eldara toasted him with his glass again. “It seems you know me pretty well.”
“Yes, I also know that you don’t mean half of what you say,” Wolfram said, sniffing at his wine tentatively then taking a careful sip. He frowned at the taste: dry and sour. He lowered it back to the table. The taste was nearly the same as…
Eldara chuckled. “Would you prefer something different?”
“Yes, please. This one… The taste is awfully similar to the one I…” Wolfram trailed off.
“Ah, yes… to the one you had overdosed on during your ex-fiancé’s birthday,” Eldara finished for him, getting up and walking over back to the cupboard, missing the redness spreading over Wolfram’s face. “I suppose you still have bad memories of it.”
“Yes,” Wolfram agreed, “precisely. So, as I was saying, you don’t mean half of what you say,” he continued, “but the other half is rather important. So, keeping that in mind, I would like to know what you said to the man before you punched him in the stomach.”
“You mean one of the brothers?” the duke asked, carrying a different bottle and an empty glass to the coffee table.
Wolfram nodded. “That’s what I said.”
“I gave him two options to choose from,” Eldara said, sitting down. “The first choice entailed a fair trial arranged by the baron of Elkia. In the second option, they were allowed to do anything except for killing or maiming his son for life. This option also included their families leaving the town and never coming back,” he finished, filling the blond’s glass.
“And then you hit him to make him look more harassed and afraid.”
Eldara passed the glass to Wolfram, who took it. “Well, I certainly couldn’t allow him to go around with a grin on his face.”
“I don’t think he is grinning much now,” Wolfram drawled thoughtfully. “Without a place to go and with a hungry family to boot…”
“Do you think their sister had a life here? Nobody would ever take her for a wife now; her life was as good as ruined.”
Wolfram nodded slowly then frowned. “A jingle. I thought I heard a faint jingle of coins when you hit him.” He suddenly laughed. “You gave him the money, didn’t you? About the same amount they would get for selling their houses, right?”
“No, much more, in fact. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to count.”
Wolfram stared at the duke for a few second. “Oh gods,” he said suddenly. “That’s why nobody protested – they knew you won’t let him off so easily.”
“That might be so, but, Wolfram, you forget one tiny aspect of this case – I also have a sister. If anyone did or at least tried to do to her the same what has been done to that woman, I would rip them apart. With my bare hands if needed.”
Indeed, he had forgotten that. However, the men in the mob hadn’t. The entire town must be cheering now, knowing the perpetrator had been punished.
“But what is going to happen when the baron and the duke arrive?” Wolfram asked.
“And that, Wolfram, only depends on us,” Eldara said, pouring himself more wine.
---
The doctor knocked on the door softly, and a faint voice told him to enter. Wolfram followed him into Barista’s room. Wolfram had come to gloat and he was perfectly aware of that. However, when he started moving towards Verinas’s bed, he didn’t feel the anticipated glee he had hoped to experience.
Silently, without announcing his appearance, Wolfram stood at the bed while the doctor pushed the cover aside then started unwrapping the bandage off Verinas’s broken leg to see how the nurse set it and how it was healing. It wasn’t healing that well, and Wolfram felt the urge to cover his ears to protect them from Barista’s shrill pain-filled howls that echoed in the room while the doctor was setting the bones anew. Even the medicine he had been having for pain hardly helped. The sounds of grinding bones made Wolfram grit his teeth unconsciously. Then it was finally over, Barista fell back into his bedding and panted heavily.
The blond watched Verinas’s wet with sweat face. It was black and blue; the eyes were so swollen that he couldn’t see anything. Try as he might, Wolfram could not summon those feelings of malevolence back. Disturbed, he averted his eyes. He stared through the window thoughtfully.
More agonized howls from Barista’s mouth made Wolfram want to leave immediately. Despite this, the blond forced himself to stand at his bed firmly. He stared at the darkening window while, in the background, the doctor was checking on Verina’s ribs then prodded his right arm, and his broken wrist.
This was the price of justice. While Wolfram was convinced that the duke had done the right thing, there was something deep inside which, while listening to the tormented sounds, made him want to hit Eldara again and again.
Tbc
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