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Wolfram�s Bruise

Written by: Chocho (chochowilliams)

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh or the characters from it.� I do not make any money from the writing of
this story.

Summary: An errand leads to much more.

Chapter summary:� Wolfram and Greta await
Yuri�s arrival.

Warning: drama, romance, fantasy, language, M/M
sexual situation

Inserts:�
David Kirk�s Nova The Robot:
Nova�s Ark

A/N: By popular demand, the series is now
consolidated!� Yeah!

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Chapter
4: Wolfram�s Forth Bruise

Sitting upon a straight-backed chair, Wolfram�s
voice boomed through the open basilica-like room.� The wall-to-wall floor to ceiling windows
that surrounded him on three sides had been cleaned so thoroughly by Sangria,
Doria, Lasagnia and the new girl Effie that they squeaked, allowing the
midmorning sun to pour through.� The
entire room gleamed majestically.� �Nova
built many animals from pieces of his ship.�
He modeled them after those in his ancient wooden ark.� Nova had a good eye for detail, but he
couldn�t always remember which animal was supposed to be bigger � �Was a mouse
bigger than a moose?��

With extra paper, a bottle of ink, her favorite
black feathered quill given to her by her fathers for her last birthday, a
backup one just in case and a dictionary spread out before her, Greta sat at
the table in the sunroom working on her vocabulary assignment.� �Hey, Wolfram,� she spoke up.

�Huh?� Yes,
Greta?�

�What are a��mouse� and a��moose�?�

The prince�s forehead creased in thought.� ��Hm.�
That is a good question.��
Frankly, he had no idea.� Wolfram
shrugged.� �They�re probably some strange
creatures from where Yuri is from.� We
will have to ask him when he returns.�

At the mention of her father, Greta�s face
fell.� Her quill slipped out of her
grasp.� She slumped down in her chair and
hung her head.� Her mop of copper hair
hung over face, veiling her expression.

Wolfram became concerned for his daughter.� He shut the book and standing up, placed the
book on the chair.� �Greta?� What is the matter?� Are you not feeling well?� Should I get Gisela?�

Greta shook her head.

Wolfram�s brows dropped.� �Then-?�

��Wolfram?��
Greta�s voice was barely above a whisper.

�What is it?� Wolfram asked gently.

�Are you mad at me?�

Wolfram went still.�
His eyebrows shot up into his hair.

Greta lifted her head and glanced through her bangs
with chocolate eyes shimmering behind unshed tears.� �I was the one who told Conrad about seeing
that mark on your neck and he went and told Gwendal and now Gwendal is angry at
Yuri and Lady Celi is pushing for a wedding, which I think would be so cool if
you and Yuri finally got married because Yuri said that I could be in it, but I
know you and Yuri don�t want to get married yet and-�

Wolfram merely smiled gently at his adopted
daughter.

A stray tear slid down Greta�s cheek.

Crossing the room, Wolfram rounded the table to
Greta�s side.� He turned the chair she
was sitting in so that they were face to face.�
Wolfram knelt before her.� Cupping
her face with one hand, he reached out with the other and brushed away her
tears with his thumb.� He told her
confidently, �Your father and I could never hate you.�

�Really?�

Wolfram nodded.�
�We both love you very much.�

�But-?�

With a reassuring smile on his face, Wolfram shook
his head.� �You could be the Bloody Widower
and we would still love you,� he told her.

The Bloody Widower was one of the Great Demon
Kingdom�s most notorious
mass murderers.� The man made no
distinction between human, demon or half-breed; male, female or transsexual;
child, adult or senior citizen.� It did
not matter to him if you were pregnant or a cripple.� You could be two minutes old or 200 years
old.� It mattered not to him.� As long as there was blood flowing through
your veins.� The
man had had no conscience.� At his trial,
his mother had pleaded for the court to spare his life, saying that he was �a
good boy�.

Greta�s cheeks colored at the compliment.� But her eyes still held a tinge of doubt.

Wolfram silently cursed Yuri for disappearing from
the study like the wimp that he was instead of dealing with the consequences of
their love affair suddenly being made public.�
It was not as if either of them was ashamed.� No, the problem was a very disgruntled Lord Gwendal
Von Voltaire, a just as equally unhappy Lord G�nter Von Christ and an over
enthusiastic Lady Cecilie Von Spitzweg.�
Lord Weller did not seem to have an opinion on the matter, which suited
Wolfram just fine.�

Wolfram could say one thing about his fianc�'s
exit.� It had given Wolfram the
opportunity to quickly and quietly slip out himself.�

And now here he was hiding out in his own castle as
if he were a wanted felon.

Both Yuri and Wolfram knew that for people of their
standing, anything more than a chaste peck on the cheek was considered
taboo.� Even that enlisted whispers
hidden behind cupped hands.� It was
amazing that Wolfram had been able to get away with sleeping in Yuri�s bed for
as long as he had.� Not that he had ever
cared one way or another what anybody thought, including Yuri.� It was true that G�nter had frowned upon it,
but he was bias.� The perverted king�s
aide was in love with His Majesty.� His
big brother and Conrart had never said anything about it.� Mostly because they believed up until a few
short hours ago, that Yuri and he had a platonic relationship.

Wolfram snorted.�
And people said Yuri was na�ve.

Platonic?�
Please!� Yuri and he had not had
an �innocent� relationship for quite some time.�
Where have these people been living?�
Under a rock?�

Yuri stopped protesting Wolfram�s habit of sleeping
in his bed ages ago.� In fact, Yuri
claimed he found it difficult to sleep if Wolfram was not sleeping besides
him.� Not even having Greta sleep with
him could make up for Wolfram�s absence.

Yuri did not freak out at the sight of Wolfram�s
girlie pink nightgown.� In fact, Yuri
himself said he thought Wolfram looked nice in the color.� Besides, Yuri told him that up until
recently, in his world, both men and women used to wear nightdresses to
bed.��

What about when they all believed that with the
Great One gone, Yuri would not be able to travel back and forth between Earth
and The Great Demon Kingdom anymore?� Why
did they think Yuri even made the decision to go back to Earth in the first
place?� Let alone run into the portal
without even once looking back.� Then of
course, there was the obvious fact that Yuri had returned.

A couple years ago at Yuri�s Coming of Age
ceremony, when Wolfram had broken their engagement and fled for the Bielefelt
territory, Yuri had come after him.� He
had traveled all the way from Covenant
Castle (or Blood Pledge)
just to bring Wolfram back home where he belonged.� Where their first duel had been just as much
an accident as their engagement had been, their next duel at Bielefelt Castle
had not been.� Yuri picked up that knife
with full knowledge of what he was doing.

Yuri and he loved one another and were engaged to
be married.� Everyone should just be glad
that Yuri even returned Wolfram�s affection.

So what if they shared more than just a platonic
relationship?� What business is it of
anyone�s?� If Yuri were not who he was
and Wolfram who he was, nobody would care.�
This would not even be an issue.

Suddenly, Wolfram stiffened.� The back of his neck prickled.� His hand automatically went for his
sword.� He cursed when he remembered that
he had replaced it in the armory besides Yuri�s after morning drills.

He was looking around for something he could use as
a weapon when Greta squealed.

�Yuri!�

Yuri?�
Wolfram�s head shot up and around.

Greta shot up out of her chair and raced around the
table.� Her slippered feet barely touched
the travertine tiled floor as she darted across the sunroom.

There standing with the wall of windows at his back
stood Yuri.� If there had not been tiny
pools of water surrounding the double black demon king, one would come to the
conclusion that the monarch had appeared out of thin air, which was
essentially, what Yuri did.

It had been explained to them by Murata some time
ago that even though Yuri could control all of the elements, his core element
was water.� That was why Yuri traveled
back and forth between the worlds through water.� Since Yuri was now in control of his
sojourns, Murata began to theorize that Yuri did not need a large body of water
to be able to travel back and forth.� It
had taken much practice before he was able to perfect it, but now Yuri was able
to pull the water molecules out of the very air around him, much like how he
formed his water dragons, and open a portal that way.

Along the way, Yuri was able to master the
remaining elements as well.� Because his
chief element was water, it had been a little difficult to perfect the fire
element, but eventually, Yuri was able to control it.� He still had yet to master it, but he had
enough command to put Wolfram to shame.�
Of course, Wolfram would never admit it.

Wolfram felt his heart give a little flutter in his
chest as a heavenly halo caused by the early evening sun shinning through the
windows encircled his king.

Except for the innocent twinkle in his jet eyes,
Yuri no longer looked like the Yuri Wolfram had fallen in love with on that day
several years ago.� As Yuri learned to
master his powers, he and the other presence within him had slowly begun to
merge.� He was no longer Yuri, but
neither was he the Demon King.� He was
something else all together with the innocence and pacification that made Yuri Yuri and the angry, hot temperedness that had been the
Demon King.� Even though the two sides of
Yuri�s personality had been extreme opposites, they both meshed well in this
new form.

Yuri crouched down and held out his arms as Greta
flung herself at him.� The impact sent
him reeling to the floor.

Standing, Wolfram crossed his arms over his chest
and watched father and daughter giggling in a mass of limbs.�

�Yuri, you aren�t wet,� Greta noticed as she sat
back.

Wolfram took Yuri�s appearance in for the first
time and realized that Greta was right.

It was a technique Wolfram taught Yuri just
recently.� Instead of arriving dripping wet
and taking the risks of catching a cold or something worse, Yuri could dry
himself off just as easily as he could travel back and forth between the
worlds.� All he had to do was call upon
his fire element and wrap its flames around him like a cloak.� Demons that could control the fire were able
to use it without running the risk of it harming them.� Yuri called this technique similar to using a
�blow dryer�.� Whatever that was (2).

�Wimp,� he accused as he crossed the room towards
his fianc� and their daughter.

�Hey, Wolfram,� Yuri chuckled from his position on
the floor.

�And what, pray tell, took you so long?� You better not have been flirting with some
pretentious tramps,� he warned as he pulled Yuri to his feet.

Yuri had learned a long time ago to ignore Wolfram,
but not this time.� �Actually, I was,� he
admitted.� He winked at Greta.

Greta stifled a giggle behind her hand.

��

�WHAT?!�

Well, there goes the hearing in that ear, Yuri
thought with a wince.

Chuckling lightly, Yuri reached inside the pocket
of his white cargo blazer.� His hand
clamped around a small box that he had placed inside of a freezer bag he stole
from his mother in order to keep the contents dry during the journey back to Covenant Castle.

�YOU DOUBLE-CROSSING, FAITHLESS, ADULTEROUS WIMP!�

Wolfram�s face had gone through several shades of
red by this point.

Yuri was afraid that his fianc� would have an
aneurysm.

�Yup.� I was
sidetracked by a beautiful young lady with large eyes and fiery copper hair and
cocoa butter skin��

Wolfram fisted his hands.

�So, I decided to buy this precious young woman a
gift.�

Greta�s eyes sparkled.� She clapped her hands together and jumped up
and down gaily.� �Really?�� She squealed.

Growling, Wolfram�s fists burst into flames.� �Who is this hussy?� he demanded.� �I�ll rip her head from her body!�

Ignoring his hotheaded fianc�, Yuri pulled out the
small white box.� Removing it from its
clear plastic wrappings, he strode over to his daughter and handed the box to
her.

Wolfram�s mind went blank.� The flames engulfing his fists sputtered and
died.

Yuri chuckled at the confused expression on
Wolfram�s face.� He knew that once the
blond prince discovered he had been tricked, Yuri�s ass was going to be
flamb�ed, but Yuri was all right with that.�
It sure as hell was worth it.

With enthusiasm, Greta tore off the lid.� Gasping, her eyes went wide.� �Yuri!�
It looks like yours!� It even has
your crest on it,� Greta exclaimed in delight.

Yuri nodded.�
�I know.�

Curious, Wolfram strode towards his daughter.� Greta held out the small white box to help
him get a better look.� Lying on a bed of
cotton was a blue teardrop crystal pendant with a strand of white ivy carved
into it.

Stepping forward, Yuri took the necklace from her.

Greta turned her back to her father and swept her
hair aside.

Seeing his fianc� fumbling with the clasp, Wolfram huffed a disgusted sigh and snatched the necklace away.

Yuri turned towards his soon-to-be consort.� �Wolfram?�

�Wimp,� Wolfram called.� �You are such a guy.�

Yuri blinked.�
What was that supposed to mean?

Pushing his clueless fianc� aside, Wolfram expertly
secured the necklace around Greta�s neck.�
�There,� he said, stepping back.

Greta twirled around.� �What do you think?� she asked.� Her eyes were twinkling in glee.

�Beautiful,� her fathers said.

With a squeal, Greta flung herself first at Yuri
and then Wolfram.� She gave them a kiss
and a quick hug each before racing out of the sunroom to show off her necklace.

Yuri watched her go with a gentle smile.

A dark shadow fell over him.

His smile faltered.

An angry aura appeared at his back.

He went still.

The only thought that went through his head was,
�Oh shit.�

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�YURI!�

Wolfram�s voice boomed throughout the castle.

In the farthest room from the sunroom, finishing
the paperwork His Majesty had neglected to complete, Gwendal�s eye twitched and
his grip on the quill tightened.

Startled, a flock of dwarf Tori, which were squat, red
and black speckled birds, took flight from the tree that they were occupying
outside the castle walls.

---TBC---

A/N:� Thank
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