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A/N: I hope you all like this second chapter. I know I didn't really explain what was supposed to be going on before, but here goes. It's not going to have smut, but it is cute, and cute is what we aim for, isn't it? So anyway, there's Yuuri/Wolfram Shounen-ai, as well as Gwendel/Gunter, which is too cute anyhow. I hope you like it. Please review.

Title: �Adorable�

Series: Kyou Kara Maou

Author: antilogicgirl

Chapter 2: Delirious

�A�A�Achoo!� Wolfram�s sneeze echoed throughout the dining room. He leaned on his hand, groaning. Yuuri glanced at him, a worried look crossing his features. He hadn�t seen the blonde man for most of the day, but when he had, Wolfram was trying very hard not to sneeze and cough. He also had that slightly pinkish tinge that one gets when they were sick with a fever. After Wolfram coughed a few times into his napkin, Yuuri lay down his cutlery.

Placing a hand on Wolfram�s forehead, Yuuri felt the heat coming off of him. �You�re sick, Wolfram.�

The other boy slapped his hand away. �I am not! Only wimps like you get sick!�

While he would normally bristle with anger at the insult, Yuuri smiled softly. �Wolfram�please, why don�t you go to bed, and I�ll come and check on you in a little while?� He received a hateful glare for his concern. Yuuri�s mouth set in a hard line, and he pushed himself away from the table. Looking to Gwendel and G�nter, he said, �Please excuse me. I will be back in a few minutes.� With that, he took hold of Wolfram�s wrist and started pulling. There was a pitiful amount of resistance, which only served to further his theory of sickness.

�Let go of me, you wimpy Maou!� Wolfram�s eyes were becoming wild now, and with the way he was thrashing about, Yuuri was starting to get really worried. If this kept up, Wolfram was going to hurt himself.

They got out into the hall, and he sighed, continuing for another few steps before becoming completely exasperated and shoving his fianc� against the wall. Green eyes went wide as he pressed his face close. �Stop it.� Yuuri hated getting aggressive with him, because he would always lose. But he could hope that he would be able to overpower him in this weakened state.

Wolfram�s face suddenly became rather pink. �Y-Yuuri?�

�You aren�t feeling well, are you, Wolfram?� He asked gently, though trying to be as firm as possible.

�I told you, I�m not sick!�

Planting his hands on either side of Wolfram�s head, Yuuri raised one eyebrow. �And that is a complete lie.� The other boy looked away, the flush on his cheeks deepening. �It is time for you to go to bed.� He felt a bit like his mother with the way he was forcing this on Wolfram, but it was for his own good. �Come on, Wolfram,� he took the blonde�s hand, �If you like, you can sleep in my room until you feel better. That way, I can take care of you.� Now he really sounded like his mother. Nearly groaning at that, he was actually surprised that his fianc� followed him without any further fighting. Well, placating sick people always worked out better than trying to fight them�

Coughs echoed through the halls as they went, and Yuuri shook his head. Finally, it appeared as if Wolfram would admit he was ill. When they got to his bedroom, he went to the small chest where those ridiculous pink nightgowns Wolfram wore were kept. Pulling one out, he took it over to where the sick blonde sat on the edge of the bed. Slender fingers fumbled ineffectually at the buttons on his uniform, and it was obvious that Wolfram was starting to get annoyed. Yuuri could see it in the little downward turn at the corners of his lips, and the growl that started at the back of his throat. He pushed forward, swiftly opening the coat that had been giving Wolfram such trouble. Once he had pulled it off, he laid it aside and took off the pins holding the neck cloth in place.

�I�m not sick�� Wolfram said under his breath, his head falling forward limply.

Yuuri nodded, chuckling. �Okay. You aren�t sick, Wolfram. You�re just really tired, yeah?� The mumbled response sounded something like a �yes�, but Yuuri couldn�t be sure. He pulled the shirt out of Wolfram�s pants, then unbuttoned it and took it off, putting it aside with the coat. There was a light sheen of sweat over his skin, and Yuuri bit his lip. How long had he been pretending not to be sick? Hurriedly, he removed shoes, socks, and pants, and then slipped the nightgown over Wolfram�s head. �Better?�

Wolfram smiled dazedly as he stuck his arms through the sleeves. �Mm�much better. I�m comfy.� Yuuri held back a smile as he pushed the delirious boy onto the pillows and covered him up to his chest with the blankets. �You come to bed too�Yuuri.� A weak hand grasped his coat sleeve, pulling at him when he tried to stand.

�I can�t.� He said quietly, gently pulling Wolfram�s hand from his arm and laying it back on the covers. �I have to speak with Gwendel and G�nter for a little while. Then, I�ll come and make sure you�re all right.� The pout that formed on Wolfram�s lips made him worry. He was acting like a five-year-old. It was like the fever was taking over his mind, reverting him to a state of childlike innocence.

�Please, Yuuri? I can�t sleep�if you�re not here.� Yuuri�s eyes went wide, and he stood suddenly, not knowing what to make of that. He stammered his excuses again, and left the room.

�That was awkward.� He breathed, leaning against the wall.

�What was?� Yuuri jumped at the deep voice that came from a bit down the hall. When he turned, he found Gwendel walking toward him. Shaking himself a bit, he explained about the boy�s delirium. �Ah,� was all the older man said on the matter. �Well, Your Majesty, what do you think? How many people should we send to get Antoine�s assistant back?�

For a long moment, Yuuri thought. They couldn�t go sending a large number of troops. That would spook the kidnappers, and they might do something drastic. �A small unit�about ten men. Send them to Conrad�s current location and give instructions that infiltration would be a better idea than outright conflict.�

Gwendel�s eyes widened fractionally, but he seemed pleased with this response. Giving a small bow, he said, �Very well, Your Majesty. Perhaps you should return to your patient?� Was it just him, or was Gwendel mocking him? The tiny smile curving the man�s lips told him that yes, that was precisely what he was doing. Apparently, Gwendel�s sense of humor was that kind. Yuuri nodded, a wry smile on his face.

�Good night, Gwendel.�

�As well to you, Your Majesty.� Gwendel continued down the hall, brushing past him. Yuuri wondered momentarily what was so very funny about him taking care of someone that was sick. Then again, it was slightly funny that Wolfram looked so adorable when he pouted. Sighing, he went back into the room.

Wolfram was propped up on the pillows, his eyes watching the door. Had he really been waiting? That question was answered when those big green eyes seemed to light up from inside. �You�re back�� he said, a cheerful smile coming to his lips, ��you need to come to bed, Yuuri.� Yuuri laughed a little. It was actually rather strange, seeing Wolfram like this.

�I need to put on my pajamas,� he mumbled, walking behind the dressing screen in the corner. It was turning out to be a very odd day indeed. He had been having quite a few of those, as of late. Once he had dressed for bed, he stepped out into the room. Wolfram was still awake. It was amazing how strong the boy was. If he set his mind on something, there was nothing short of a direct order that would get him to stop. But in his current state, Yuuri didn�t think even that would keep him from his objective, which was making sure that Yuuri slept where he could reach him.

After extinguishing all of the candles, Yuuri slipped into the bed. Immediately, Wolfram latched onto his arm, pulling him as close as he could. Mortified, he tried to shift away. �No�stay right there.� In the dim light coming through the windows, he could see the dark green of Wolfram�s eyes, fixed on his face as if frightened that Yuuri would disappear. It was�endearing, really. If he didn�t know that the other boy was sick, he would assume that he�d lost his mind.

In the current state of things, he decided that it would be best if he humored his fianc�. Putting one hand on a pink-clad shoulder, he said, �Sleep now, Wolfram. You�ll feel better in the morning.� Yuuri then felt hair tickling his cheek as Wolfram buried his head beneath his chin, snuggling into his chest.

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When Wolfram woke in the early morning, he found himself warm and content. His memory of the previous night was less than perfect, but that was not uncommon. Sometimes he just worked himself too hard, or he got so annoyed that he blocked things out so that he could deal with his complete wimpy dope of a fianc�. Honestly, you would think that after so long living here, he would have toughened up a little.

Not wanting to move from where he was burrowed into covers and pillows, he snuggled deeper into the pillow he lay on, making a small sound of happiness. It was not often that he simply lay around. Most days, he rose at dawn, washed and dressed, then went to kick Yuuri out of bed. As he should. Besides, he didn�t want G�nter in there so early. That old man looked at Yuuri in ways that he shouldn�t.

His thoughts were interrupted when the bed began shifting under him, and something touched his back. After he froze for an instant, Wolfram realized that it was a hand. That hand was attached to an arm, and that arm to a chest, which was what he had just snuggled into. The hand moved from between his shoulder blades up to stroke his hair. It was strange, but he felt very�safe when that hand touched him. Opening his eyes lazily, he tilted his head back, finding himself staring at�

�Yuuri!� Black eyes blinked slowly down at him, and the young Maou smiled.

�Good morning, Wolfram.� Alarm rising in his chest, he scrabbled back across the bed until his back connected with the solid wood of one of the bedposts. Glancing around caused his anxiety to grow. He was in Yuuri�s room. His fianc� sat up, confusion and worry evident on his face. �Are�are you all right, Wolfram?� The tone of his voice was concerned, and a little slow, like he was talking to a small child.

�Why am I in here? I stopped sleeping in your room months ago!� His hands clutched at the covers, and his mind swirled through all manner of possible horrors that could have occurred the previous night. Had he gotten drunk? Did Yuuri take advantage of his inebriated state? What kind of person did Yuuri think he was? Anger swelled in him as this line of reasoning became the primary chain of events that he fixed upon. There was no other way it could have happened.

Yuuri crawled across the bed, approaching him carefully. He lay a hand on Wolfram�s forehead, and sighed in relief. �Your fever�s gone.� The smile that took over that awful look of concern and worry was bright, and almost radiant. If he wasn�t certain that Yuuri was up to no good, he would have allowed that hand to stay where it was.

�Fever? Is that what you call it?� He slapped the offending hand from his head, jumping off of the bed and grabbing the nearest weapon. Yuuri�s smile faded into a mask of surprise when the king-sized pillow collided with the side of his head. �You wimp! Pervert! Lecher!�

�Huh?� Was the only word that came out of Yuuri�s mouth as Wolfram pummeled him with the pillow over and over again with each word he yelled.

�Wimpy, wimpy Maou! Couldn�t try while I was in my right mind, so you take advantage of me while I�m not? Pervert!� The pillow burst on that last word, and feathers flew, dumping the majority of them onto Yuuri. That was all right. There were plenty of pillows. He reached for another one, but found himself flying off of the bed, having taken a blow to the abdomen. Now, he was sprawled out on the floor, looking up at a very annoyed Yuuri.

�Wol�ppppftht!� Yuuri growled, trying to spit feathers out of his mouth. Shaking his head and the rest of him until he only had a few strays here and there, he raised one eyebrow at Wolfram. �Wolfram,� his voice was deadly quiet, �do you think you can best me? I can beat anyone in this kind of fight. Now. Either you stop right now and apologize, or I beat you to a fluffy pulp.�

Fluffy pulp? Was there such a thing? And why should he apologize? Yuuri was the one that took advantage of him. Wolfram�s eyes narrowed. �I am not apologizing to a wimpy pervert.�

�Pervert?� Yuuri asked dangerously, holding a pillow aloft. �Care to explain how my taking care of you while you�re sick and delirious, and not even giving you a kiss goodnight makes me a pervert?� That malevolent gleam shone in Yuuri�s eyes, and he realized that the boy was telling the truth.

�You�� he said quietly, ��I was sick?�

Sighing, his fianc� dropped the pillow. Coming to a kneeling position before him, Yuuri said in an exasperated way, �Yes. Why else would I let you sleep in my bed?� Now, that comment made him feel a little dejected. So Yuuri didn�t want him in the same bed? Unless he was sick? So that meant�

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Yuuri watched as Wolfram digested the information he�d just provided. Something in the blonde�s face, a small twinge, told him that tears were imminent. Not stopping to think of why, and probably influenced by how he�d taken care of Wolfram the night before, he put his arms around the other boy comfortingly. �Hey�it�s okay. What�s wrong?� The proverbial dam broke then, and Wolfram started crying in earnest, soaking the front of his pajamas. Now, he was at a loss as to how to deal with this particular form of Wolfram.

An angry Wolfram, an annoyed Wolfram, or even a delirious one�those were easy to handle. But a crying Wolfram? No, he didn�t know what to do. Slender hands took handfuls of his pajama shirt, pulling hard until he thought they would rip. �Wolfram�please�it�s okay. Don�t cry�� That only made him cry more. By the time he finally did stop, Yuuri was worried again, because his fever was back. Sighing, he shoved feathers off of the bed and put his fianc� back into the covers, putting pillows all around him the way he liked. Then, he went to dress for the day.

Unconscious and fevered, Wolfram was shivering by the time Yuuri came out from behind the screen. He hadn�t even buttoned up his jacket yet, but he was actually contemplating going for Gisela. The boy on the bed was now fully in the grip of his fever again, his head slowly shaking from side to side, lips moving and spouting gibberish. After adding more blankets to the bed, he leaned down, feeling the scorching heat from the other�s forehead. Something in his stomach lurched. �It�s going to be fine, Wolfram. Sleep now. I�ll go get Gisela. She�ll know what to do.�

As he left the room, his thoughts were interrupted by a painful, I hope she will, anyway.
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