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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.

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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- 33
- 34
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 – 21. Eldara – 32. 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 bishie82
Part 33
The sky was darkening and it was becoming windy. There were hardly any townspeople on the streets now. They were curious about the large party of nobles, but preferred to stare at them through the windows and from the safety of their houses. The moods in the party were still high. The men were talking loudly and laughing, drawing attention to themselves.
Wolfram sided to Yozak. “Do you think it would be alright if I suggested making a short stop at a tavern?” he asked the captain.
“Alright? Alright?” Yozak grunted, incredulous. “They’d love you for that till the day the world ended. Which pub?”
“Ugh, I’m not sure,” Wolfram muttered. “I’m more knowledgeable about brothels, it seems.” He spurred his horse on and sided with Halea’s carriage. After a short consultation, it was decided to visit the tavern that Eldara frequented.
When Yozak announced the news, the whole party cheered excitedly. The moods had been high, but now the enthusiasm was pouring in waves.
Athara grinned at Wolfram, and the blond realized the unvoiced innuendo – he did know how to please men. Normally, Wolfram would have snapped, and actually was bothered by the fact that he hadn’t. The simple truth, however, was that he was just having a too good time to be ruffled by a light-hearted teasing.
Having expected something elegant from a place a duke frequented, Wolfram was surprised at the sight of a rather shabby building on the outskirts of the town. The duke’s men seemed to be familiar with the tavern and, wasting no time, left the horses to the two stable boys who had run out of the building to greet the newcomers.
The inside of the tavern was similar to its outside. Worn blotchy tables and benches were arranged haphazardly in the wide hall. The smell of ale and fried onions hung heavily to the soot-covered walls. Nonetheless, the men poured into the tavern as if it were an oasis in the middle of a desert.
Holding Halea’s hand while she was gathering her skirts into her other hand, Wolfram helped her to reach the tavern and step over the threshold. Meanwhile, Fredrick was taking care of her maids. Wolfram inspected the clientele inside the building. It was still early in the evening, but there were six men sitting at the tables. Two at one table, three at another and one was sitting at the counter, talking to a man who was presumably the owner of this shabby establishment.
Wolfram helped Halea to a relatively clean table where she sat down carefully, making sure not to get her coat and dress dirty.
“I’m not certain this is a suitable place for a lady,” Wolfram said, summing up his impressions.
Halea laughed. “And what tavern would be?” Before Wolfram could answer, though, she shook her head. “Don’t worry, I’ve seen worse things.”
“Hmm…” Wolfram drawled, uncertainly. While he was positive that she had indeed seen them, he wasn’t so certain that drunken men would care about her having seen them. Fredrick and the maids approached their table, and Wolfram decided that he could safely leave them all in von Sarda’s care.
“One tumbler of beer. No. Bring more!” Yozak bellowed at the top of his lungs.
Wolfram turned towards the voice but wasn’t even able to see Yozak in the mishmash of the guards. Instead, he saw Conrart and Athara at the counter, discussing something. Reikia was still standing at the door, obviously put off by the environment. Wolfram grinned inwardly – at least there was someone more spoiled than him. He motioned for Reikia to come closer and join the table with Halea.
“Let’s ask if they have some wine,” he suggested, already turning towards the counter.
“Don’t think that I’m some spoiled brat,” Reikia grunted in indignation. “Get me the same the others are getting.”
Suppressing his grin, Wolfram elbowed his way through the excited mob. Certainly, Reikia had done his share of traveling, so he must know that some of the stuff was better poured out of the window instead into one’s stomach, but he was not about to argue. Let von Estram show off all he wanted.
When Wolfram reached the counter, Conrart proffered him a bottle of red wine. “Seems like he’s got some quality wine in stock.”
Conrart looked genuinely surprised at Wolfram’s nod. It seemed that his brother had prior knowledge regarding the stock of quality wine. “Von Ashira seems to visit here from time to time,” Wolfram explained. He pointed at the table with Halea, Athara, and Reikia. “Take it there, I’ll try to get one more bottle and, hopefully, at least a few glasses.”
The owner had five glasses available. Before giving them to Wolfram, he scrupulously wiped them with a cloth that probably dirtied them more than cleaned. Happy about the unexpected onrush of customers, he quickly arranged all the wine and whiskey bottles that he had in front of Wolfram.
With Conrart’s help, Wolfram got the glasses and bottles to their table. At the sight of the glasses, Fredrick took out a napkin from his pocket and wiped them again, then proffered one to Halea. He started pouring the wine.
Wolfram sipped his wine carefully and had to admit that it was much better than he had expected. He cast a sympathetic look at Reikia, who was staring at his tumbler of beer with the most peculiar expression on his face.
“Doesn’t taste that great, does it?” Athara asked, chuckling. “Here,” he said, pushing his already empty glass over to him. He started pouring the wine. “At least this won’t taste like horse-piss.”
Von Estram accepted defeat graciously and took the glass. Watching him, Wolfram wondered about the peculiarity of Reikia and Athara’s relationship. Reikia didn’t seem affected by Athara’s closeness. They were on friendly terms, but they weren’t friends exactly. Was this what was going to happen to him and Yuuri? Or maybe this had already happened.
Startled, Wolfram and Conrart looked at Yozak, who had suddenly materialized next to their table together with a whiff of spilt beer and the sound of laughter. He leaned to Wolfram’s ear.
“They said I was very lucky to serve you,” he whispered in a low conspiratorial voice. “Idiots, don’t know what they’re talking about.” he added with a grin. “They just love you to bits!”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “Yes, yes, just don’t let them get drunk.”
They left the tavern about an hour later, when it became clear that it was either leave or stay for the night. Leaving was the right choice since the temptation to have some more beer seemed to drive the guards crazy.
Everyone was relaxed and the pace was slow. It was dark and three guards were carrying torches at the front and back of the group. Wolfram was almost certain that they would have to stop once or twice to answer nature’s call.
“Do you remember that time in Kartgize?” Conrart asked him, chuckling.
Wolfram gave his brother a look of torture. It hadn’t taken for Conrart much to get inebriated. It was no wonder, though. Conrart didn’t show it, but Wolfram knew that he must be tired from his very long and rigorous travel. Not to mention he went sightseeing at once, without any rest. It had been his choice, though. Eldara had suggested he relaxed, but Conrart still tagged along.
“Why do you keep mentioning it?” Wolfram grunted. “I would have forgotten all about it if not for you and Gwendal’s constant reminder.”
“That’s because the dress suited you so well,” Conrart said, grinning. “You make one beautiful lady.”
“We were on a mission. And don’t tell me you forgot that…” Wolfram trailed off, not finishing. Yuuri had also been wearing a dress. Conrart kept bringing up the past that he wanted to forget.
“It’s a pity that His Majesty isn’t here. He’d have liked it.”
“Liked what?” Wolfram snorted, stopping his horse since Yozak had signaled for everyone to stop. “Getting drunk at a tavern?”
“He means well, Wolfram. If only you…”
“Conrart, stop bringing it up! It’s not your business!”
Conrart frowned at him. “Why are you so…?” He fell silent in search of a suitable adjective then just finished the sentence with a disappointed sigh.
Following the example of a few others, Conrart climbed off the horse and stretched his stiff limbs. His bladder was also letting itself be known, but he knew he could handle it till they reached the castle. He was warm and buzzed now, but could also feel anger simmering steadily underneath. Everything in Kardera annoyed him. Every little thing upset him to no end. Wolfram was annoying him a lot. He had had such high expectations before coming to see Wolfram and now he wasn’t able to understand what was happening.
Wolfram yelped in surprise as something hit the back of his head and exploded. He realized it had been a snowball and turned his head around, astonished at such impudence.
“Who did that?” he demanded, patting the back of his winter hat to get rid of clumps of snow. No one spoke, but everyone’s eyes seemed to turn to one way. The blond looked there as well only to get a second snowball right in his mouth. He spat out the snow and wiped his face. He stared at Conrart in disbelief. “What are you? A kid?”
Conrart was already making another snowball, and Wolfram slid off his horse to grab a handful of snow as well. He could remember that they used to play snowball wars, but that was over a decade ago, when he was still a child.
Surprised, Yozak watched the brothers. He had never seen Conrart like this. The fight that seemed playful at first was getting more and more intense. The snowballs were now being thrown with all of their might. The two had distanced themselves from the party and one of the guards wanted to follow them with a torch, but Yozak stopped him. He had a feeling he knew what this was about.
“How can you say that it’s not my business?” Conrart hissed, launching a snowball and barely missing the blond’s face.
“Because it’s not your freaking business!” Wolfram hissed back at him, already throwing another snowball. It hit Conrart on the chest, exploding over the front of his coat.
“Have you got any idea how worried everyone was when you disappeared?” Conrart spat. “When you got kidnapped by the pirates?”
“This has got nothing to do with anything!” Wolfram yelled at him.
“We had no idea what they were doing to you! Maybe you were being tortured! Or maybe they cut your fingers off! And we didn’t know what to do! His Majesty was beside Himself with worry! And here it appears that you’re… You’re… Look at you!” Conrart spread his arms wide apart as if trying to somehow grasp the baffling changes in Wolfram. “You’re banging this…this man!”
Speechless, Wolfram stared at him then grabbed more snow. “And to think that I wanted to make up with you!” he muttered angrily. “How idiotic of me! And what is your damn business again? Since when do you care? You never did!”
“I always have!” Conrart retorted angrily, counterattacking with his snowballs. “But you’ve never let me!” he shouted, hurt and irritation clear in his voice.
“Well, I let you just now and the next thing I know you’re trying to order me around! That’s not how it’s going to be. You have no right!”
Conrart snorted. “That again? I’ve got all the rights I need – we are a family and…”
When Wolfram received another mouthful of snow, his patience snapped like a twig and he summoned his fire element. Everything melting around him, he plowed through mud towards Conrart. Yet another snowball flew at the blond, but never reached him, evaporating in the scintillating heat.
Wolfram grabbed his brother by his shoulders and started shaking him the moment he was within reach. The smell of alcohol instantly hit his nostrils. Just how much did Conrart drink? Conrart was struggling and Wolfram slammed him against a nearby tree. Panting, he shook his brother again. He could hear Yozak saying something in Karderian, probably trying to stop everyone from interfering but couldn’t care less.
“You done venting yet?” Wolfram grunted out when it seemed that Conrart finally stopped struggling.
Panting, Conrad stared at him then his shoulders slumped. He nodded.
“What the hell is going on here?” Yozak demanded, approaching them.
Conrart suddenly threw a punch at Gurrier, and Wolfram had to pull him back before it could connect. It suddenly became all clear to Wolfram. He struggled with his brother for a few seconds then was pushed away, and Conrart went back to his horse. Wolfram wondered if he was able to ride. He turned to Yozak.
“Got caught red-handed, huh?” he snickered. “Make sure you deal with this.”
Yozak shook his head. “There’s nothing to deal with. We are not in that kind of relationship.”
Wolfram grunted in disbelief. “Who are you trying to convince here?”
“We are not!”
Wolfram patted down his coat, getting himself in order. “Well, then maybe you should be?” he told Yozak. He felt a little like a hypocrite telling this, but there was obviously some kind of a misunderstanding between Yozak and Conrart.
Silently, the two of them joined the rest of the party and they continued towards the castle.
ooOoOoOoo
Conrart woke up with a splitting headache. With a groan, he sat up in bed and realized that he was dressed. He turned his head to see his coat on the chair and the boots underneath. The memories of yesterday’s outing flooded him and he groaned again. How was he going to face everyone? What if Wolfram had already changed his mind about making up with him? And he hadn’t even drunk much, just two glasses of wine and some beer.
There was a knock on the door, and Conrart cringed. Before he could say anything, the door opened. It was Yozak.
“Ah,” he said at the sight of Conrart sitting in the bed. “I thought you might still be sleeping.”
“Why did you come, then?” Conrart muttered, shifting to the edge of the bed and lowering his legs to the floor. The cold cut right through his socks and he shivered. A sudden spasm ran through his stomach and he frowned, his eyes started to dart all over the room trying to find something that could be used as a container.
Yozak stirred. “Feeling sick?” Alert, he glanced here and there then ran to grab the bowl with water meant for washing. He poured the water out onto a potted plant by the windowsill and was just in time to stick the bowl under Conrart’s face.
“Gods,” Conrart complained when the spasms lessened. “I didn’t even drink that much!”
“It could be because you’ve mixed up beer and wine,” Yozak told him. “The same happened to me a while ago. They probably put something either into their wine or beer which, when mixed up, causes a reaction.”
Grunting, Conrart lay down back unto the bed. He badly wanted to go to the bathroom but walking seemed to be an impossible task for now. “You could have told me,” he accused.
“Does it hurt?” Yozak asked, pointing at the other man’s face.
“My head?”
“No, your face. You’ve got a shiner bigger than my horse.”
“Ugh, what?” Conrart touched his face carefully. It did appear that, indeed, there was more to his hangover than only his bursting brain. “Wolfram?”
Yozak nodded. He could bet that the rest of his friend’s body didn’t look any better even though it had been covered by layered of clothing. Wolfram was a fire-wielder with a good aim and skilled at throwing fireballs. Conrart had never stood a chance. Wolfram probably didn’t realize his own strength against his half-human brother. It had been a long time ago when they’d had a decent spar.
“I think we need to talk,” Yozak said, pushing the bowl with vomit under the bed with his foot.
Conrart gave him an incredulous look. “Now? My head’s killing me.”
“I think it’s either now or never,” Yozak told him.
“Alright, then.”
“So about yesterday…”
“Err…yes. I’m sorry about yesterday.”
Yozak shook his head. “No, I think it was my fault.”
- - -
Wolfram was walking down the corridor towards Conrart’s room when he saw Yozak leave it. He waited a little until Gurrier disappeared in the hallway then proceeded with his route.
When Wolfram entered his room, Conrart started wondering how long one could suffer from a bursting bladder before it could really burst.
“Good morning,” Wolfram greeted, closing the door. “How are you?”
Conrart nodded. “Good morning. I suppose I’m…alive?”
Wolfram saw the bruise above his right eye. “Oh, sorry about that…” he said uncomfortably. Yet, the blond had received even more snowballs in his face, thus he didn’t feel very guilty. It was just that his face didn’t bruise so easily.
Wolfram approached Conrart’s bed. A faint smell of vomit reached him. “I just saw Yozak leave,” he said. “Have you cleared it up between the two of you?”
Conrart patted the pillow behind him and pulled it up. “Cleared up what?” he asked, setting it behind his back, against the headboard. “There was nothing to clear.”
The blond frowned. “Ah, I see.” He suddenly turned around and started walking back to the door. Getting snowballs in the face and being made into a fool was not his favorite pastime.
Panicking Conrart stared at his back and exclaimed “Wait, wait, wait!”
Wolfram turned around to see his brother reaching out towards him.
“Yes, we have,” Conrad said, his cheeks reddening in embarrassment. Never had he thought that he would have to discuss his love life with Wolfram. “We have.”
Something clenched in Wolfram’s chest at this helpless gesture. He shared the same feeling as Conrart – he did not want to let go of this opportunity to settle and renew their relationship either. Only that he wasn’t as desperate as Conrart.
The blond nodded. “That’s good. It was really awkward yesterday.” He waved his hand when Conrart opened his mouth with and obvious intention to apologize. “It’s fine. Let’s consider that never happened.”
Conrart nodded gratefully.
“Well, I’ll leave you to rest now,” Wolfram said. “I just wanted to see how you were doing.”
After his brother had left, Conrart waited for a few minutes then dashed to the door and ran all the way to the lavatory at the speed the castle walls had never witnessed before.
- - -
Conrart had slept most of the day and, for the most part, his hangover had retreated by dinner. Therefore, he had decided to accept the invitation to dine with von Ashira and his other guests. This time, there were many more people than usual. The duke had also invited two of his advisors and Yozak with Karela.
The main dish was a roasted boar stuffed with vegetables. Even though Conrart hadn’t been certain about his appetite, as soon as he entered the dining room, his mouth started watering at the aroma of meat and seasoning herbs. When the dinner started, there were very few conversations. Later, when everyone filled their stomachs and had a glass or two of wine, it became livelier. They were then invited to the lounge to listen to a musician playing flute. The merriment ended with applause and some people drifted away from the small party while others continued their conversations.
“What is the deal with von Estram?” Conrart asked softly while he and Yozak were walking away from the lounge. At some point, he had become aware of a strange atmosphere between the baron and his brother. Wolfram seemed to be uncomfortable around Reikia while at the same time the two seemed to be very aware of each other.

“He’s after Wolfram,” Yozak confirmed his worst suspicions. “Your brother… Well, he’s become quite popular.”
Conrart frowned – as if the duke wasn’t bad enough. “Why doesn’t von Ashira…? Why does he allow that?”
Yozak shrugged. “Maybe it’s because they are on good terms?” he offered. “Or maybe he doesn’t want to limit Wolfram’s choices?”
Not certain whether he was sarcastic or not, Conrart stared at him. Yozak motioned for him to follow him down the corridor to his room. “It’s probably just because von Ashira knows that von Estram poses no threat.”
“And why is that?” Conrart asked, falling into step with him.
“Wolfram’s got no interest in von Estram.”
“And why not?” Conrart grunted angrily, waving his hands. In his opinion, anyone was better than the duke.
Yozak watched Conrart throwing a tantrum and wondered whether he had also acted like his friend when he first realized that Wolfram and the duke shared a bed. Well, yes, he had. He still did. The reaction, though, did appear to be quite funny while watching from the sidelines.
“He’s your brother, not mine,” Yozak told him. “How should I know? Ask him if you want to know. Besides, who cares who he sleeps with?”
“I do!” Conrart shot back, furious.
Yozak sighed. He pushed the door to his room open and motioned for Conrart to enter. He understood perfectly well that Wolfram was Conrart’s baby brother. The problem was that he wasn’t a baby, not anymore, and no matter how much they opposed, Wolfram’s word was final.
“Listen, despite what you think, it was Wolfram who took interest in von Ashira first, not the other way round,” Yozak told him even though he knew this was going to set Conrart off even more. “Wolfram was also quite insistent with him, too. Actually, this relationship is healthy for him. He needed someone to straighten him out after Shibuya.”
“But not him!”
Yozak rolled his eyes. “It’s his choice. From what I’ve seen, not such a bad one either.”
ooOo_Three days later_oOoo
Wolfram was still not in his room and Conrart took his time looking around. It was a much better room than he had received. On the other hand, there always seemed to be one or two occasional visitors to the castle. Besides, Wolfram’s suite and the two men that Conrart had brought with him also required accommodation.
Everything in Raizgad was different to what Conrart had imagined. Gunter hadn’t been clear on many things neither had Gwendal. Yet, Conrart found himself getting used to the thought of Wolfram having a lover. He would have probably protested much more, but the discontentment was quickly blanketed by Wolfram’s genuine interest in mending their relationship. Conrart was happy about that and was doing his best not to damage the delicate bond that was forming between them.
There was also the matter of Yozak and Karela that kept his mind occupied as well. No matter how awkward it had been, the three of them had discussed the issue. It had brought surprising results. Karela Ine appeared to be a reasonable and open-minded person. Conrart, however, still wasn’t certain he was ready for that kind of a relationship.
The sword that Yuuri had presented Wolfram with could be spotted from the very entrance – Wolfram kept it in the corner between the wall and the wardrobe. It wasn’t a very good place if one wanted to reach it fast. His brother, obviously, was reluctant to keep it close to his bed.
Conrart approached the sword and took it together with the sheath, into his hands. He slowly pulled it out. This was not the sword that he had picked for Wolfram. At first, he had picked another one, less flashy. His Majesty, though, had decided that it didn’t have enough of an impact for a king’s gift.
Chuckling lightly, Conrad pushed the blade back into its sheath and then leaned it against the wardrobe. His Majesty had never been worried about impact before. Wolfram didn’t realize or simply didn’t want to realize but His Majesty awaited the news about him from Kardera with baited breath. Mostly it was guilt and regret that had made His Majesty so restless.
Conrart’s eyes were attracted by the pillow on the bed that was unnaturally puffed out. Did Wolfram keep a dagger underneath? Curious, Conrart checked. It appeared to be a couple of booklets. He leafed through one of them and felt his cheeks starting to burn. Where did Wolfram get them? The uncanny images of his brother reading them and perusing the detailed drawings assaulted his mind.
The story seemed to be about a woman working at a brothel. The illustrations of breasts, vaginal, oral, and anal sex filled the pictures. Then later into the story, it expanded into threesomes and orgies with many men and other prostitutes.
It was best not to get caught perusing this kind of literature, thus Conrart put the booklets back and covered them carefully with the pillow again. When Wolfram returned to his room, he acted as if he had never seen the stash.
“What did His Grace want?” he asked the blond.
“He’s writing a reply to Gwendal, thus asked me if I wanted to send him a letter as well,” Wolfram explained, sitting down at the table. He motioned for Conrart to join him. “What about you? Going to write one?”
Conrart nodded. “Already did this morning, will just have to pass it to His Grace.”
Wolfram gave him a look. Conrart was no less thorough in reporting than Fajdal or Yozak. Somehow, that annoyed the blond. Yet, he was more worried about what he was supposed to write to Gwendal. Should he pretend that he didn’t know what Gwendal’s letter to Eldara entailed? That would be the easiest, but it would be a coward’s way to avoid responsibility. Eldara and him were together in this.
Nonetheless, it didn’t seem that Eldara was upset about Gwendal’s letter. Quite the opposite, he seemed to be in a very good mood while replying to the discontent and demands Gwendal had expressed. It was a mystery to Wolfram what Eldara wrote, the only thing the duke had informed him was that he had assured Gwendal that there was no improper relationship between them. Apparently, to Eldara’s mind, everything was very proper. Wolfram had doubts whether Gwendal would be agreeing to that.
TBC
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