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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
- 13
- 14
- 15
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 Tia Integra
Part 14
Wolfram was sitting on the couch when the duke entered the music room. This was the last place he thought he would find Wolfram as musicians were supposed to come only tomorrow, and, as far as he knew, Wolfram wasn’t even able to whistle a tune to entertain himself. It seemed that the blond had picked the music room because he wanted an opportunity to be alone. He had pushed one of the chairs to the window, and sat there with his elbows leaning on the sill, simply staring at the dark window. The feeble candle-light coming from the top of a nearby piano was illuminating Wolfram’s face on the glass.
Eldara cleared his throat to get the blond’s attention. “Admiring your reflection?”
Wolfram’s head spun round so fast that there was even a little crack heard. “Gh!” he gasped, grabbing at the back of his neck. “Oh gods, it hurts! Hurts so bad!” He removed his hand off his nape when he saw Eldara’s worried face. “Kidding,” he said. “A little payback.”
The duke’s eyebrows rose; the blond was in a strange mood. To any other bystander it would have looked as if Wolfram had been admiring his reflection on the window. However, Eldara knew that Wolfram’s eyes could see more than those of an average Human. But then, the duke doubted that Wolfram had been looking at anything at all.
“Is something troubling you?” Eldara asked.
Wolfram stood up. “No, nothing in particular,” he said, turning his chair around.
“You are a terrible liar, Wolfram.”
“Am I?” Wolfram said, with a sigh. He sat down on the chair so that now he was facing the duke. “I suppose it is a serious drawback for politics, isn’t it?”
Expecting the conversation to last for a while, Eldara leaned on the closed door and crossed his arms. “Yes, it is.”
“What is it that you wanted?” Wolfram asked.
Yet, it didn’t seem that the blond was very chatty this evening. “Fredrick von Sarda asks your permission to see Halea,” the duke said.
“Why the hell does he need my permission to see her?” Wolfram asked, his irritation rising.
“Well, I just thought I would ask you. Just in case.”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “You and your games. I suspect he didn’t even know I’m here before you told him?” He sighed. “Well, they do say that a woman who belongs to someone else looks prettier than one who doesn’t belong to anyone. But why, in the world, drag me into this?”
“Oh, can’t you just humor me?”
“For gods’ sakes… Oh, alright,” Wolfram said, shaking his head in defeat. “I suppose it won’t do any harm. Tell him that this time I will allow him to see her. You can add that I was very reluctant about it.”
Eldara laughed. Pushing himself off the door, he uncrossed his arms. “Thanks. I highly appreciate this.”
“Yes, make sure you remember you words.”
“Oh, I always do.”
“And you’re such a liar, too.”
“I’m afraid you’re starting to see right through me.”
---
Wolfram was moodily munching on his bread spread with delicious goose liver pate. It was nearly eleven o’clock in the evening – the time he usually was already in bed – but von Sarda had just arrived, and it was only good manners to keep him company at the dinner table. Chewing, Wolfram thought that von Sarda could have saved their time by dining first and then going to see Halea. But no, that was not what a gentleman did. Not if he wanted to win a lady’s favor. Wolfram felt like rolling his eyes. Then he wondered when he had become such a cynic in the matters of love. He quickly came to the conclusion that it was Yuuri’s fault.
All three siblings and von Sarda seemed to be immensely enjoying themselves. The conversation, though, didn’t hold Wolfram’s interest. It was only an exchange of stories about von Sarda’s trip, the retelling of the attempt at kidnapping Halea, discussion about the weather, and other pleasantries. The expensive pate was good, though, and Wolfram didn’t mind the late snack. It would have been even better if he couldn’t feel von Sarda stealing glances at him. He guessed that the man was envious of his status as Halea’s savior.
Fredrick von Sarda looked and acted young and probably was someone who thought that he could kill thousands of enemies with only a swipe of his sword. Despite his young and foolish ardor, Wolfram found him quite agreeable and had to consent that, just as the duke believed, he was a good candidate for Halea’s hand. He was rich, a son of an influential man, and, in addition to all that, Eldara would easily keep him in his clutches.
Wolfram helped himself to another slice of bread with pate. He took a bite and closed his eyes in delight. He was going to get the recipe and make the cooks in Shin Makoku make it every day. Or, at least, on Sundays.
“…was fortunate, right, Wolfram?”
Wolfram opened his eyes. “Uh… Sorry, could you repeat that?”
“I said it was really fortunate that you were there,” the duke repeated.
“Yes, indeed, Eldara,” Wolfram said without much enthusiasm but feeling obliged to show that he was on first name basis with the duke. So they were still going on about that attack. Oh, gods, so boring.
“Wolfram said he was going to invite you for a ride in the park,” Eldara said to Halea. “Why don’t all three of you go together? The weather should be perfect for a ride.”
“Oh, yes, it would be amazing,” Wolfram said. “Why don’t you join us as well?” he asked Eldara, taking a bite. If he had to suffer this farce then why not drag the duke into this?
“I would be delighted to, but I’m afraid I’m extremely busy tomorrow.”
“What a pity,” Wolfram said, glaring at his pate.
“Yes, indeed.”
Athara was first to rise from the table and wish everyone goodnight. Then Halea and von Sarda followed, leaving Wolfram and the duke alone at the table.
“You know,” Wolfram said, “I wish you would warn me about these ideas of mine beforehand.”
“It’s just a ride in a park, Wolfram.”
“You forget that my suite is arriving tomorrow.”
“They will need some time to settle in, so you will be free.”
Wolfram gave him a skeptical look but didn’t protest. He nodded. “Maybe so, but your plan is still not foolproof, as you forgot the fact that currently I’m very sensitive to physical activities.”
“Damn.”
Surprised, Wolfram laughed out loud. It was probably the first time he had heard the duke curse. Wolfram shrugged. “Well, I don’t really mind. It’s all for the best: von Sarda will immediately want to show off how good he is and he’ll start galloping around. He will be so good in comparison to me that his ego will inflate to infinity, and he will be euphoric. In turn, he will believe that it is Halea who makes him feel so and will fall for her even more.”
The duke was gazing at him thoughtfully, and Wolfram suddenly knew what he wanted to ask: How come it hadn’t worked out with your king if you’re so clever? It was good that Eldara didn’t open his mouth.
---
Fredrick von Sarda appeared to be a much more considerate man than what Wolfram had given him credit for. He didn’t do any of the things Wolfram had imagined he would do. Wolfram, just as it had been expected, was riding at a turtle’s pace, but von Sarda kept the same pace as him. Wolfram believed that he had had some time to think during the night and he had had some kind of revelation; he seemed to be much more coolheaded than yesterday. Or maybe he had simply been tired out by his journey from Small Cimaron; it was a long way and it was obvious that he had left as soon as he had heard what happened to Halea. If he really was that concerned (and it seemed that he was), Wolfram felt that his – mainly the duke’s – interference was completely redundant and maybe even a hindrance, as it was obvious that Halea took a fancy to von Sarda.
Halea rode between Wolfram and von Sarda. Von Sarda was painfully polite, asking Wolfram how he felt every few minutes. Every time he asked, the blond was compelled to nod gratefully and say that he indeed felt fine and thank him for asking. It seemed that von Sarda had wisely chosen to go for the image of a very caring person instead of promoting his physical advantages. It was a very sensible alternative, as, however you take it, Wolfram had already set the records in strength and bravery as Halea’s savior – it was impossible to beat that. Von Sarda seemed to be a realist.
Fortunately, the weather, as the duke had promised the day before, was good. It was quite cold, but there was no wind and the sun offered its bleak autumn rays. They hardly brought warmth but at least they gave the illusion of warmth.
“How do you feel?” von Sarda asked for the fifth time, and Wolfram felt the urge to smack him. He felt like a third wheel. In fact, Von Sarda and Halea had much more in common than he and Halea. Their conversation just flowed naturally while he just uttered a comment here or there. At the same time, Wolfram was aware that it was probably because von Sarda’s interest had an ulterior motive. All the times Wolfram had talked to Halea, it was just for the sake of talking and not for the sake of ending up in one bed with her. For that, though, von Sarda needed to get a ring on her finger.
Wolfram wondered if von Sarda’s intentions were serious. He might just be testing waters. Nonetheless, testing was, most likely, out of the question: when it came to the Duke of Raizgad’s sister, one had to be serious. Fredrick von Sarda didn’t seem to be so foolish so as not to know that and risk incurring his wrath.
Wolfram also wondered if von Sarda knew that Halea had Demon’s blood in her veins. He probably did – he must have checked her background thoroughly. Von Sarda probably wasn’t worried about that – he was a Human coming from Small Cimaron where the population – due to Yuuri’s influence – was already very tolerant of Demons.
“Do you feel alright?” von Sarda asked, turning his head to Wolfram.
Wolfram groaned mentally.
---
When they returned from the park, Wolfram was informed that his suite had already arrived. Indeed, no sooner had he taken his gloves and coat off than he saw Yozak saluting him.
“Your Highness, Yozak Gurrier, the captain of your bodyguard team, is at your service.”
Wolfram nodded. “At ease. It’s great to see you, Yozak. Where’s the rest of the team?”
“They’re having brunch, Sir.”
“Ah, I see the captain has already found you,” Eldara said, entering the corridor. His attention went to Yozak. “Is everything to your liking?”
“Yes, Your Grace. Everything’s perfect. Thank you very much for your hospitality.”
“You are very welcome.” Eldara turned to Wolfram. “I hope you don’t mind my being so forward and inviting them for a meal?”
Wolfram shrugged. “What’s there to mind? Thank you. I’ll make sure they pay for their meals.”
“Oh, there’s no need for that. They’re guests.”
“Don’t talk nonsense,” Wolfram said. “It’s twelve people and only the gods know when they’ll leave.” He turned to Yozak. “Have you settled in?”
“Yes, Sir. We…”
“I’m asking about you, Yozak. Have you settled in? Of course you haven’t,” Wolfram said when Yozak shifted uneasily. He had been preoccupied ascertaining his men had everything they needed and also had used every free second to snoop around.
“Go and eat with everyone,” Wolfram ordered, walking over to the duke. “I’ll call for you later.”
Yozak saluted. “Yes, Sir!”
“How was the ride in the park?” the duke asked.
“If you ask me how I feel, I will hit you!” Wolfram threatened.
“What? Why? Was it that bad?”
“No, it’s just von Sarda. He annoyed the hell out of me.”
“Why?”
Saluting, Yozak stared at Wolfram’s and the duke’s receding backs. He lowered his arm slowly. Only now did he allow the shock to appear on his face. Wolfram’s short hair and his growth spur had caught him completely off guard. Another thing he had not predicted was that Wolfram would be on such friendly terms with the Duke of Raizgad. This didn’t bode well.
---
“His Majesty is very concerned about your wellbeing,” Yozak said when Wolfram finished reading the letters he had brought with himself. He watched the blond fold Yuuri’s letter and put it back into its envelope.
“Oh? And it seems to me that he’s jolly optimistic,” Wolfram said, pushing his chair away from the table and standing up. He walked over to the luggage which had been brought to his room earlier. “Telling me I should go outdoors, into fresh air more often because he heard that autumns are beautiful in Kardera…”
“Well, they are, aren’t they?” Yozak, who had been given permission to speak freely and was going to use it to the fullest, said. He grinned innocently when Wolfram turned around to give him a look.
“He also wrote that his horse is dead again but he’s looking forward to getting a new one.”
From where he was sitting at the table, Yozak regarded the blond’s back with a wary expression on his face. Apart from his looks, there was something else that was different about the younger male. Yozak couldn’t grasp or name it, but there was something unmistakably different about his behavior.
Wolfram opened the biggest trunk to find a stack of blue, neatly folded uniforms. Excited, he pulled out one set of the familiar clothes and couldn’t help staring. It was as if he had met a long-lost friend. The uniform even smelled of home. Wolfram suddenly felt so moved that he started tearing up. He was more homesick than he had thought he was.
Wolfram straightened and took the uniform with him towards the bed where he dropped it. “Turn away,” he ordered, before starting unbuttoning his jacket. At last, he had his own clothes to wear.
Yozak complied. He listened to the soft rustling of clothing then silence followed. It persisted for quite a while and Yozak took a risk of turning around. The blond had the uniform on, but there was a very puzzled expression on his face. He extended his arms, and Yozak could see how tight and constricted the jacket was around the blond’s shoulders. Buttoning the jacket was out of question – the buttons would probably shoot off the jacket as soon as Wolfram tried to move around. The sleeves didn’t cover his wrists either. Yozak dropped his eyes to Wolfram’s trousers and was met by a very similar sight there – they were tight, the upper button was still undone and they were too short, above the blond’s ankles.
“You brought wrong size,” Wolfram said, his voice not angry yet, but there was a potential of slipping into anger. For now, he was just perplexed.
Yozak’s eyes rose to the blond’s face. It seemed that Wolfram was completely oblivious to how his body had changed. The difference that mere three months had brought was astounding. In fact, this should have happened long ago. When Wolfram had reached twenty, he had still looked boyish, even waif-like. Now, he finally looked like a grown man. It was only that the change had occurred unbelievably fast. However, even if startling, these kinds of growth spurts were not uncommon amongst full-blooded Demons.
“It’s been taken from your wardrobe.”
Wolfram gave him a confused look then Yozak could see horror starting to spread over the blond’s face. Yozak became confused as well and then the understanding dawned on him. Shaking his head, Yozak waved his hands in front of him.
“Oh, no, it’s n-”
“Fat?! Did I get fat?!” Wolfram gasped out in horror. Stumbling on his way, he rushed over to the wardrobe and tore the door open to look at the mirror on the other side of the door. His eyes flitted frantically over his reflection. He didn’t look fat. There was hardly an ounce of fat on his body and he was in a pretty good shape, nothing flabby or lulling on him, the muscles toned and…
“Oh,” Wolfram said, relief flooding his voice. “I have just grown a little bit, haven’t I?”
Yozak gave him a skeptical look. “I think ‘a little’ is an understatement. There’s a difference of two or three sizes. You seriously haven’t noticed that?”
Wolfram stared at himself in the mirror. “Well…no. Honestly, it has never occurred to me.”
Yozak followed the blond’s gaze towards the clothes he had been wearing previously. He guessed that they belonged either to the duke or his brother. “But while in the service you must have noticed you were growing out of your uniform…”
“Mm… Yes, that might be it. When I came to the fort I was issued the same uniform as everyone else and it was bigger than I was used to. But then it got torn when I fell off the horse and into the bushes and then rolled down a slope. Then I was issued a new one. It might have been even bigger in size. Oh. So that’s what happened,” Wolfram said, taking a look at himself in the mirror. Now it occurred to him that when he and the duke had talked for the first time, Eldara had been serious about offering him his clothes. When he looked at himself more carefully, there probably wasn’t that much difference between his and the duke’s builds now.
“And to think that you used to be so obsessive about your looks…”
Wolfram shot him a glance, but it wasn’t an angry one. “I still am,” he said, returning to the trunk. “I just… I suppose everything will be too small now…” he drawled, looking at the clothes inside it. He lifted his arm to rub the back of his head, and he and Yozak started at the loud sound of his jacket tearing. Now there was a gaping hole in his armpit. Wolfram resigned and lowered his arm back to his side. “Oh, well. I guess I will have to go and ask Eldara for his tailor. And I hoped I would manage to avoid this…”
“You’re on first name basis with the duke?”
“Turn away. He told me to call him by his name.”
Wolfram peeled the uniform off himself and, only in a shirt, squatted down next to another trunk to search though it.
“He’s much older than you…” Yozak said thoughtfully.
“Eleven years is nothing exceptional for a half-Demon. Besides, it seems they aren’t conservative about the age difference so much in Raizgad.”
Yozak was surprised. “So you know they are half-Demons?”
Wolfram nodded. He stopped sorting through his underwear then pulled one out and stretched it with both hands. Would have to do. Most of others would probably be too small. Just as he had thought, there was hardly anything he could wear now.
“Did you bring me a replacement for my sword?”
“Yes, we did,” Yozak said. “It’s in that chest.” He turned around to point at it with his hand. Wolfram was holding black underwear in his hands, stretching, letting it go and then stretching it again absentmindedly. Yozak cocked his head to his shoulder at the sight. “You will tear it.”
“What? Oh.” Wolfram dropped the underwear back into the trunk.
“The sword is in there,” Yozak repeated, trying not to stare at the half-naked blond. “I’m surprised we weren’t ordered to disarm.”
“Why would you be?” Wolfram said, walking over to the chest Yozak had pointed. “I represent the King of Shin Makoku and you are my suite. To disarm you by force would be a serious breach in protocol.”
“He could have refused to accept us.”
“Yes, he could have. But I can’t imagine him doing that.” After opening the chest, Wolfram pulled the sword out. “In that case, Eldara would have needed to send me to his king, who wouldn’t have been very pleased about the hassle.” Wolfram pulled the sword out of its sheath with a long-practiced ease. It felt good to feel the familiar weight in his hand, the sense of security making itself present at once. Yet, due to the scratches on his palm which still pained him, he couldn’t grip the hilt firmly.
“Keep in mind that I am useless with a sword now,” Wolfram warned Yozak. “I have problems with using my fire element as well.” He raised his head to see the older man’s eyes fixed on him. “Stop staring. I told you to turn away.”
Yozak complied, turning his head away slowly. “Just dress,” he muttered. The sight of the half-naked blond with a drawn sword was arousing as much as it was disturbing. “What’s wrong with your fire element?”
“I can summon it but I get dizzy later. Obviously, this is the side-effect of the concussion,” Wolfram explained. “Something doesn’t work properly. Should pass in a while.”
Yozak nodded. “I will keep that in mind.” He heard a soft jingle of metal, which indicated that Wolfram had sheathed the sword. “Do you know what the duke promised Orinth the Fifth?” he asked.
“Why do you ask? Does it have anything to do with me?”
“Yeah, quite a lot, in fact. He said he was planning to get his sister married to you.”
Wolfram found himself grinning widely, “Oh, did he? What else did he say?” he asked curiously while slipping Athara’s trousers on.
Yozak turned his head to give the blond a searching look. “And this doesn’t bother you at all because…?”
Wolfram laughed softly. “Because it’s a good idea. It would finally create a bridge between Kardera and Shin Makoku. Besides, I don’t think Eldara had many choices in the matter. It was either that or Orinth the Fifth would have started to interfere with my stay here. And Eldara doesn’t like it when people interfere.”
“Wolfram,” Yozak drawled carefully. “Are you seriously thinking about marrying Halea von Ashira?”
“Oh, gods, no!” Wolfram laughed. “I only recently figured out that Eldara is indeed thinking something along those lines. Well, hopefully von Sarda will diffuse the situation.”
Yozak watched the blond putting on the borrowed jacket he took off earlier. His gaze slid off Wolfram to take in the room. It was a splendid room, warm, comfortable, fully equipped with stylish furniture and a sturdy door. Gwendal had been worried about the duke mistreating Wolfram. In a way he was, but it seemed that Wolfram was amused by it instead of being worried or subdued.
“He has you wrapped around his little finger.”
“Has he?” Wolfram said, walking over to another trunk to open it.
“You have no idea who you are dealing with,” Yozak said seriously. “The man is one of Orinth the Fifth’s favorites. Von Ashira is manipulative and ruthless. He’s a notorious figure even behind Kardera’s borders.”
“Really?” Wolfram sounded unimpressed. He dug around in the trunk. He found his boots and pulled them out to try them on.
“Wolfram, do you hear what I’m saying?” Yozak said through gritted teeth. “In the Battle of Derington, Eldara von Ashira fought at his father’s side. He watched his father die, took over the command and led his men into victory. This and other things… He became a duke at the age of fifteen, Wolfram. There was a lot of commotion about him taking over after his father at such a young age. No one could stand up to him, though. In addition, Orinth the Fifth was on his side. He’s not someone you want to take lightly.”
“I’m not taking him lightly, Yozak,” Wolfram said, trying to pull his left boot off his foot. “Damn it!” he growled at the boot when it didn’t even budge. “On the contrary, I am perfectly aware of how cunning he is.” He huffed in relief when he finally managed to take the boot off. He chucked it back into the trunk. Too small. Then he turned around to look at Yozak. “But really? At the age of fifteen?”
“After von Ashira’s remarkable performance in the battlefield,” Yozak said, “Orinth the Fifth supported every von Ashira’s move and didn’t give Raizgad away to the intended regent, his aunt. The duke’s father and Orinth the Fifth had been on very friendly terms, you see. I suspect Orinth the Fifth had interacted with his son quite frequently as well.”
“I have never seen Orinth the Fifth,” Wolfram said, opening another trunk, which was filled with cosmetics: shampoo, bars of varicolored soap, cologne, face powder, and other toiletries.
“He’s an old man of eighty,” Yozak said. “He inherited the throne after his father’s death.”
“Is he Human?”
Yozak gave Wolfram a surprised look. “Yes, of course, he is.” He faltered. “I mean he should… Shit. You don’t mean he’s…?”
Wolfram shrugged. “I wonder...”

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