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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
- 56
- 57
- 58
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. Gwendal – 54.
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 Anonymously Awesome
Part 57
“I’m sorry,” Yuuri repeated. “I really didn’t want to…”
The look on Wolfram’s face was unforgiving, but the king hadn’t expected Wolfram to grab the pitcher and splash him with water. Wide-eyed, his hair and clothes dripping wet, he stared at the blond.
“That’s what I think of your apology!” Wolfram spat, throwing the pitcher back into the bowl at his feet. He stood up and was about to leave but Yuuri caught him by his wrist and tried to make him sit down again.
“Wait a moment!”
“What for?” Wolfram snarled. “For you to tell me to pretend that you didn’t do anything?”
Wolfram stood completely naked in front of him and Yuuri found himself staring right at his crotch. “Um. Sit down,” he said. While still holding the blond by his wrist, he bent down and retrieved one of the towels from the floor. He held it out for Wolfram. “Cover yourself.”
“Fuck you!” Wolfram snapped at him. He grabbed the towel from his hand and threw it into the closest bath.
“Sit down, you!” Yuuri grunted, trying to make him sit down next to him.
“Let go of me!” Wolfram shrieked, his shrill voice echoing in the baths.
“For gods’ sakes, Wolfram. They’ll think that I’m killing you in here!”
His attempts to make Wolfram sit down or at least stand still and quiet were unsuccessful and were making the blond livid. Yuuri had to stand up to be able to keep him from leaving. He was afraid that Wolfram was going to get violent.
“Wolfram, listen. I’m not going to tell you to forget this. It’s the opposite. I want you to keep thinking about it and want more.”
“You fucking ran off, you asshole!”
“I did, I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“How the fuck do you know?!”
“Wolfram. Wolfram,” Yuuri repeated, tugging the blond towards himself. Telling him to calm down would only have the opposite effect. He pressed his left hand to the blond’s cheek. Wolfram kept glaring at him. Yuuri moved his hand to the back of the blond’s head and pressed it against his nape. “I love you, Wolfram.”
“So you think!”
“Yes, I do. Wolfram, please sit down.”
Wolfram slapped at his hand. “Piss off!” He tried to pull his wrist out of Yuuri’s grasp again. “Let go of me this instant!”
“You’ll run as soon as I do.”
“Of course I will!”
“For gods’ sakes, Wolfram! Listen to me. I overreacted but it isn’t very surprising, is it? It’s the first time I’ve ever done something like this.”
“So what? I didn’t feel like running away when…” Wolfram trailed off trying to remember how he had felt back then during his firsts with Eldara. His memory, however, refused to work and all he could remember was that it had felt natural. He was certain that he hadn’t felt like running away.
“I promise I won’t run anymore.”
“You can’t promise that! You just up and left without thinking!”
“But I returned, didn’t I?”
Wolfram was staring at him, his eyes furious. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened again and closed it again. “So you did,” he spat finally, agreeing.
“Can’t you forgive me, then?”
Wolfram was glaring murderously at him, and Yuuri thought that maybe he had spoken too soon.
“Sit down, please,” Yuuri said when Wolfram just kept staring at him wordlessly. He tugged on the blond’s wrist, showing with his other hand for him where to sit.
Wolfram flopped onto the bench half-resignedly and half-demonstratively. Yuuri sat down next to him. Carefully, he let go of the blond. To his relief, Wolfram remained seated.
“I’m sorry,” Yuuri apologized again.
To be honest, he didn’t know what else to say. Again, Wolfram didn’t answer anything. With a sigh, Yuuri moved closer to Wolfram and threw his arms around the naked man’s shoulders, hugging him tightly.
“You’re wet,” Wolfram stated a few seconds later.
“Yes,” Yuuri agreed. He chose not to comment whose courtesy it had been. He let go of Wolfram and started taking his dripping clothes off. “Wait here,” he said just in case before going to the hangers with bathrobes. He returned to Wolfram wearing one of his black ones. He tied his bathrobe and sat down next to Wolfram again. The blond meanwhile had obviously regained most of his senses and had covered himself with Yuuri’s previously discarded towel. He wasn’t certain how he felt about the entire situation and, actually, was of the opinion that it would be a very good idea to go to his chambers and get some sleep.
“How about we take a bath and go to sleep?” Yuuri suggested as if reading Wolfram’s thoughts. “Each to his own chambers. Well, not that I would mind sharing a bed,” he added just in case.
“Not tonight, Yuuri.”
Wolfram’s voice wasn’t as icy anymore, and the king relaxed a little. “Jump into the bath. I’ll join you once I’m done with washing myself.”
Holding the towel in front of him, Wolfram stood up and walked over to the closest bath. Leaving the towel on the edge, he slid into the hot water and leaned his back against the wall. He suddenly felt exhausted and sleepy.
When Yuuri approached the bath he noticed that Wolfram had nodded off. His chin was already in the water and slid even lower when Yuuri climbed into the bath.
“Wolfram!” Yuuri called. “Wolfram, wake up!”
_ _ _
Wolfram woke up a little after six. It was bright in the room as he had apparently left the curtains open. He had no recollection of how he had reached his chambers. He vaguely remembered the encounter with the king in the baths. Wolfram guessed that he had probably fallen asleep in one of the baths.
Wolfram rolled out of the bed. Reacting to the movement the fish in the aquarium crowded to the closest spot to him. In turn, Wolfram’s attention was drawn to the fuss on his left. They stared at each other through the glass. He wondered if anyone had fed them yesterday evening. The aquarium required cleaning as well.
He bent down and opened the second drawer where he kept the fish food. At the sight of the familiar jar the fish got excited, circling round and round in little happy dances.
The question of why he was stark naked Wolfram decided to dispel from his head. He dropped the feed into the aquarium and watched the fish snapping at and gobbling it up. The feed consisted of some dried breadcrumbs, seaweed and some kind of crustaceans. Wolfram wondered who was going to take care of the fish instead of him.
_ _ _
Yuuri filled his plate with delicious-smelling fried chicken wings then grabbed two roasted potatoes. The mountain on his plate was completed by adding some carrot salad. The carrots weren’t very fresh after having spent the winter and most of the spring in the cellar but were edible. Keeping food fresh was one of the problems this backwater world faced. Or rather, Yuuri faced since no one else seemed to realize or care that there were other options of keeping vegetables fresh. Even Conrart, who was familiar with the modern culture, didn’t show any interest in harnessing nature, squeezing out electricity out of it and building a freezer. Or a heater, or a bulb. Electricity was a must in Yuuri’s opinion. The problem was that he had no idea where this kind of intervention would lead. He was incredibly glad that his world still had no idea what gunpowder was capable of. Demon or not, one would need no special abilities to kill one from afar. Flying daggers and fireballs were the best they had here and both required quite some skill and effort to master. Shooting a gun only required the knowledge of how to load it.
The king sucked on a juicy wing. Meat and fresh vegetables, on the other hand, had a much better taste here than on Earth. The fried, roasted or stewed meat had a deliciously thick aroma instead of giving off some kind of weird medical or rubber smell. Vegetables had a much richer taste as well. Before coming here, Yuuri had had no idea real food was supposed to taste like that. At some point, he had even felt victimized by the so-called agricultural progress on Earth. On the other hand, it became obvious to him that the agricultural progress itself fell victim to corporate efficiency. Taste didn’t matter anymore as long as the food looked good and stayed fresh for days or even months. Generation after generation and people’s memories of how food was supposed to taste was simply being erased from their taste buds. Soon the natural products would be considered weird-tasting.
Yuuri finished the last wing on his plate and leaned back in his chair, stuffed. He took a glass of compote that was diluted with water. Sipping the drink, he stared at Wolfram’s empty seat. He had thought nothing of it when Wolfram hadn’t showed up for breakfast. Him also skipping lunch was already disconcerting. Yuuri lowered his glass onto the table.
“Is Wolfram alright?” he asked.
Gwendal stopped chewing for a moment and gave the question some thought. “Yes, I think he’s fine, Your Majesty,” he said finally.
“Isn’t he hungry?” Yuuri wondered, while thinking that maybe yesterday’s encounter in the baths had had a much bigger effect on Wolfram than on him. Maybe the blond was avoiding him. How stupid.
Gwendal considered the king’s question. Now it was quite obvious that his majesty lacked the basic knowledge of Wolfram’s location.
“He might be,” von Voltaire said. “Your Majesty,” he continued, “this morning Wolfram left for Lesa Fort.”
Yuuri choked on his compote. “He what?!” he gasped out in shock.
Von Voltaire was giving him a curious look. “Your Majesty, I was assured that he has left with Your blessing.”
“I…I…” Yuuri gasped out, trying to clean his nose. “That’s news to me!”
“I see.” Von Voltaire stabbed a chunk of meat in his plate with a fork, stuffed it into his mouth and started chewing. Somehow, he wasn’t surprised.
Yuuri was finally able to breathe normally. He jumped out of his chair and strode to the door. He threw it open and called for Dacascos.
“Get my horse and supplies ready. I’m leaving for Lesa in half an hour.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
Yuuri slammed the door closed and returned to the table. He dropped back into his chair.
Gwendal was surprised. “What’s the rush? Your Majesty needn’t leave right away. It’s not like he’ll disappear into thin air.”
Yuuri’s eyebrows rose. “You must be kidding me,” he spat angrily. “Last time he fucked off to the army, he ended up kidnapped and then got engaged!”
Gwendal cleared his throat. “Yes, I see your point, Your Majesty.” He really did, and this was one of those cases when it was pointless to argue with the king.
“Would you mind if I appointed Gurrier as the captain Your bodyguards, Your Majesty?”
“No, I wouldn’t. It’s a great idea.”
_ _ _
It was a perfect day for travelling. It had rained a little in the morning, so the air was fresh. The sun wasn’t too persistent, the soldiers and horses basking in the pleasant sunrays. The mood was high, the soldiers chattering, the king keeping up a light banter with two of his bodyguards.
Yozak stared right ahead, enjoying the scenery. He had already been missing travelling – it was his passion. A month in Blood Pledge Castle hadn’t been too bad but, once Conrart and Karela had left, it had not only become boring but also disheartening. Even if this excursion was Gwendal’s or Shibuya’s demonstrative reproach to show that he was supposed to chase after his sweetheart just as Shibuya did, it didn’t lessen his good mood at all. He was also looking forward to Lesa Fort as it seemed to promise first class entertainment.
_ _ _
It took them two weeks to reach Lesa. The morale stayed high all the time in spite of the lengthy journey. There had been some rain but it mostly rained in the evenings or at night when they had already been resting in inns or taverns. Otherwise, the days were warm, but not too hot. They hadn’t been attacked either by bandits or drunkards. Mosquitos and bedbugs also had stayed far away from them.
Yuuri had asked about von Bielefeld at every inn they had stopped at. Wolfram had stayed at the majority of them. It was obvious that he hadn’t been in a hurry to reach Lesa. This particular conclusion made Yuuri’s heart lighter and his resolution stronger.
It was about 11pm when the party reached the port. It was already dark. The king hadn’t sent any message to inform about his imminent arrival in advance and had asked Gwendal not to do so either. This resulted in commotion at the gate. It took some time to convince the guards at the gate that the man in front of them was their king with his suite. Finally, with the deepest of apologies, the king was allowed to enter the fort. One of the guards went running to the sergeant but was stopped and called back.
After the newcomers’ horses had been taken care of, the king asked to be shown to the barracks where von Bielefeld resided. Meanwhile, Captain Gurrier had made sure that his men found somewhere to comfortably spend the night as well.
_ _ _

Yuuri woke up at about ten in the morning. He sat up on his straw mattress and looked around. Beds and bunks around him were empty. Since he had arrived when everybody had already been asleep and all the beds taken, he had asked to lay down a mattress on the pathway amongst the beds. Yozak was dozing near the door, on a chair. He was already dressed.
The king wondered how he had slept through all the clamor that must have been going on with the soldiers getting up, dressing and milling about before leaving the barracks. Yuuri got up and dressed quickly. He was quite embarrassed.
Yozak left his chair at about the same time as the king approached the door.
“Morning. So, what is our schedule, Your Majesty?”
Yuuri nodded in greeting. “Depends. Where is Wolfram?”
Yozak shrugged.
“Go and find him.”
“Shall I tie him up, drag him all over Lesa and drop him at Your feet, Your Majesty?”
Yuuri glared at him. “Not funny in the least. Just find out where he is.”
“Certainly. And that wasn’t supposed to be funny, Your Majesty,” Yozak muttered.
Yuuri glared at him again. “Just go.”
They left the barracks together. The king headed towards the building that smelled of food. Some soldiers in his way gave him curious looks, some saluted him, but the majority paid him no attention.
It wasn’t a big fort. It housed about seventy people and was also very old and pretty useless as it was made of wood. Yuuri could vaguely remember signing a document with the instructions to build a new one. Now he wondered how it was going.
The canteen was almost empty except for three people: two cooks and a soldier, whom Wolfram quickly identified as a sergeant. He stood up when Yuuri entered the canteen.
“Your Majesty,” he greeted, bowing.
“Mm…yes. Good morning.”
“I’m Sergeant Meron, Your Majesty. Welcome to Lesa Fort.”
“Thank you.” Yuuri turned towards the canteen staff.
“I would recommend the yeast pancakes with fresh cream, Your Majesty,” the sergeant said. “Delicious.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
One of the kitchen staff rushed over to the king before he could even start walking in their direction. Yuuri ordered the pancakes and sat down at one of the tables to wait. He motioned for the sergeant to take the seat opposite him.
“Your Majesty, could I ask about the purpose of Your visit?” the sergeant asked.
“Errmm… Yes,” Yuuri said, avoiding the other man’s eyes. “I am very interested in the construction progress of the new fort. How is it going?”
“Shall we take a walk on the construction site, Your Majesty?” Meron suggested. “I can tell Your Majesty all about the ongoing work while we look around.”
“Yes, that’s a great idea.”
The two of them fell silent for a few moments. Both of them took the time to get a better impression of the other. Yuuri could remember Wolfram mentioning something about the sergeant being a good friend of his or being as good a friend as a superior could get. The man was buff with short bluish hair. His face looked young but his eyes spoke of experience. He was probably the highest-ranking officer in the fort. He ought to have asked Yozak about that.
The pancakes arrived quickly, piping hot on the very best plate the fort had. Yuuri pushed the plate into the middle of the table. “Would you like some?” he offered.
Tyari looked at the pancakes. Even though he had eaten them in the morning, it was not every day that he got to enjoy such tasty meals.
“Don’t mind if I do, Your Majesty,” he said, motioning for the cooks to get him a plate.
They ate in comfortable silence then went outside with the intention of taking a look at the foundations of the new fort. Yozak returned when they were already saddling their horses. He and the sergeant saluted each other.
“Apparently, he’s on some kind of an errand, Your Majesty,” Yozak reported. “Should return sometime in the evening.”
“If it’s von Bielefeld you’re looking for,” the sergeant said, without addressing any of them in particular, “he’s out in the village with a few others. They’ve got the orders to help out the locals. They will return at six in the evening.” He turned to Yuuri. “Shall I call for him, Your Majesty?”
Yuuri shook his head. “No, it’s not necessary. Yozak, come with us. We’re going to take a tour in the new fort.”
The bored look on Captain Gurrier’s face was quite enlightening, and the sergeant smiled to himself. Just as he had thought, the king’s interest lay solely in von Bielefeld. It wasn’t surprising either as von Bielefeld made everyone’s heads turn, be it male or female, peasant or king. It had been pretty bad a year ago, but now it was much worse. Whatever had happened to Wolfram in his absence had made him even more appealing. It was a good thing that the king was making a claim on von Bielefeld before endless flirting and catfights broke out.
The new fort was being built closer to the pier, on a hill. It took them about half an hour to reach the fort on horses. About twenty men were working on it under the supervision of the construction chief.
“The work would go faster, Your Majesty,” the sergeant said, “if there were more competent construction workers. As it is, we had to pick soldiers who have had some experience in construction, and a few villagers.”
“I see. I suppose I can help you with that,” Yuuri said. He turned to Yozak. “How about we send a letter to von Christ?”
“Right away,” Gurrier muttered. “I can see that he’ll be overjoyed to send people to dig around in the middle of nowhere.”
“What’s your problem?” Yuuri snapped at him having had enough of his attitude and remarks.
“I’ve got nothing but problems, Your Majesty,” Gurrier snapped back at him and urged his horse sideways, towards the construction chief. “I’ll ask what kind of help he needs.”
“Fine, do that,” Yuuri grunted. He was going to have a long and possibly unpleasant talk with Gurrier later.
When they returned from the new fort, it was already 4pm. They had late lunch and then the sergeant showed the king around the fort. The excursion ended in a sauna with a few drinks. It was mostly the sergeant and Gurrier who drank. To Yuuri’s surprise, the two men seemed to get along just fine and every shot they took only strengthened their friendship. When the two started singing a song about a goose and a fox, Yuuri called it quits and left the two to their own devices.
_ _ _
In spite of his orders, Wolfram returned at about seven in the evening. By that time, Yuuri had already become concerned that Wolfram had run away again. The king saw von Bielefeld with other three soldiers walking in through the gate. He was so used to Wolfram wearing the blue von Bielefelds’ uniform that it took him awhile to notice him in the common recruit uniform of Allied Forces. Yuuri waited for the men to come closer. They seemed to be tired and barely talked to each other. It took several moments for von Bielefeld to notice the king, who was standing at the entrance to the barracks. His step faltered a little in unexpectedness but then he moved forward without hesitation.
“Hey,” Yuuri greeted.
“Your Majesty,” Wolfram answered formally, bowing.
Yuuri didn’t know how to react as he wasn’t certain whether Wolfram had meant the formality to be an indication of his indifference and distance or he had simply meant to be respectful around other people. His confusion, however, was immediately cleared as Wolfram motioned at the door and said:
“You’re blocking the door, you royal prick.”
Yuuri moved away from the door to let them pass. Then the smell hit him in full.
“You stink of shit!”
“Yeah,” Wolfram agreed. “We manured out our stables and then half the village. Gregorian and Luther don’t have the strength anymore to work the fields. We helped out.”
Yuuri followed them into the barracks. “Oh. I didn’t know this was included in the training activities?”
“There’s much more that’s included in them.”
“For example?”
“Sawing, weeding, watering, drying hay, picking potatoes, sowing, building the new fort, fishing…you name it.”
“Oh yeah, I remember you writing about some of that in your letters.”
The other three soldiers seemed to feel quite awkward but neither von Bielefeld nor the king had dismissed them.
“Uh,” Yuuri muttered in alarm when he saw Wolfram starting to pack his clothes. “Where do you think you’re going?”
Wolfram gave him a look. “You don’t expect me to walk around smelling like a pile of cow and horseshit, do you?”
Yuuri didn’t even try to hide the relief on his face. “Oh right. Sauna. Well, could we talk after that?”
“Do you actually have anything new to say?” Wolfram asked while walking back to the door.
“Mm… Not really, but…”
Wolfram rolled his eyes. “Fine. Wait for me here, will you?” he said, blocking the king’s way when he wanted to follow him.
“Err… yes. Right. I’ve taken a bath already.”
“Good to know,” Wolfram said, turning around and opening the door. He headed for the sauna. The other men filed out after him while giving quick respectful nods to Yuuri.
“Your Majesty.”
“Your Majesty.”
“Your Majesty.”
Yuuri closed the door after them and sat down to wait on the bed that now he knew was Wolfram’s. It came to him later that, perhaps, leaving Wolfram alone with three naked men in a sauna hadn’t been a very good idea. Not to mention that Yozak and the sergeant were probably also still there, drunk out of their minds.
_ _ _
Wolfram and the other three returned in about an hour. Their faces had a healthy reddish color and all of them smelled of soap.
“I’ll go wash my uniform first,” Wolfram told Yuuri while arranging his toiletries back into the small cabinet next to his bed. He shared it with the neighboring soldier and it was mostly cluttered with soap bars, shampoo and sponges. “Then we can talk.”
Yuuri nodded. “You should go have dinner first. And… Is there any place that isn’t… Well, that is less populated than these barracks?”
“Sure.”
They went to the canteen first. The staff there were already cleaning up, but the two of them were served immediately.
The pork stew was very good. Only now Yuuri realized how hungry he was. Both he and Wolfram ate their stew with unconcealed appetite.
“You should visit here more often,” Wolfram said finally, pushing the empty plate away from himself.
“Mm? You mean the food isn’t always so good?”
“Far from that,” Wolfram said, yawning. He was starting to feel sleepy after the warm and delicious meal. “Want tea or coffee?” he asked, standing up.
“Huh? You mean you can get coffee here?”
“Not normally. But I bet that today we can.”
They did have coffee, and Wolfram returned carrying two mugs then went to get some sugar and milk.
TBC
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