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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
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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.
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 58
Wolfram sat nursing his tin coffee mug but wasn’t able to enjoy the taste. His gaze kept straying towards the window behind Yuuri’s shoulder. It was getting darker, but he could still see men walking outside. They were already off duty, joking and talking loudly, their voices carrying. Wolfram thought that he could hear Lyam’s voice. The blond could feel the king’s eyes on him but had no intention of nor was interested in meeting them.
Yuuri watched him carefully. He was reluctant to say anything as he could see that currently, Wolfram wasn’t keen or listening or even talking. He would just get annoyed.
The fresh sauna pinkness on the blond’s cheeks was still there and he looked strangely appealing in his worn-out recruit uniform. The king halted his thoughts momentarily to reflect on them, and he wondered at exactly which moment Wolfram stopped being just a handsome friend and instead, became an out-of-this-world beauty that he had to have.
“Don’t they shave everyone bald here?” Yuuri wondered as he suddenly had to suppress the urge to run his fingers through the thick, blond hair in front of him. “Due to possible lice infestation or…equality maybe?”
“Bald?” Wolfram repeated, surprised by the unexpected question. “Yes, they do.”
He said nothing else, and Yuuri’s brow rose questioningly. Wolfram gave him a blank look in return.
“Right,” Yuuri muttered. Heads would probably roll left and right if anyone as much as threatened to cut Wolfram’s hair off. Vanity wasn’t something Wolfram was immune to. Yuuri couldn’t help smiling to himself.
“You just can’t take a hint, can you?” Wolfram said suddenly, leaning away from the table.
Yuuri gave him an incredulous look. “Are you serious?” He let out a frustrated sigh. “Wolfram, I’m not a woman. I don’t understand hints. If you want to tell me something, then tell me loud and clear. You never have, though.” His eyebrows rose, his face acquiring a somewhat distasteful expression. “You know… Wolfram, do you know that joke with a hen and a rooster? The one where the rooster kept chasing after the hen and she would trip from time to time? She did that to make sure that the rooster didn’t fall behind too much and had a chance to catch her. You’re like that damn hen, Wolfram. You keep running away, but never too far. Just in case.”
All Yuuri had said was probably the truth but that didn’t mean that Wolfram accepted or liked the way Yuuri had said it.
“You can hit me if that makes you feel better,” Yuuri said when Wolfram’s eyes started radiating anger and his fists clenched.
And Wolfram surprised him again, socking him in the eye, knocking him backwards, off the bench and onto the wooden floor.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Yuuri cursed, touching his face. He was going to have a black eye. He sat up. The blond still looked pissed off, and he decided to stay on the floor. He cast a healing spell on himself and waited for Wolfram to do something. The blond, though, went towards the door. “Don’t tell me you’re going to run away again?”
“I’m going to wash my uniform, you lunatic.”
“Oh. Can’t you do that later?”
“No, I can’t!”
The answer left no room for misinterpretation or protests, and wordlessly, Yuuri got off the floor to follow him outside. Their attention was immediately drawn to the sauna that was further away but, for some reason, had gathered a group of noisy spectators.
“Don’t tell me they are still there…” Yuuri muttered, incredulous. He rubbed at his sore eye and changed course, forgetting Wolfram for a moment.
“They definitely were when we were washing ourselves,” Wolfram said, coming after him.
“You think they…?”
“Yeah, they are either fighting or fucking.”
“Maybe both at once,” Yuuri said, nearly facepalming himself.
“Whose idea was it to make him come here?”
“Gwendal’s. No, mine. I agreed that it would be a good thing for him to…”
Wolfram tsked. He made his way through the onlookers. The door to the sauna was wide open. The sounds of something crashing reached his ears and he hurried inside just in time to catch an airborne washing bowl that had been aimed at Tyari’s head. Wolfram set the bowl back onto the wooden floor.
“Tsh fucksh wong wyou?” the sergeant burbled out drunkenly at Yozak, who was looking for something else to throw at him. Both of them were completely naked and drunk out of their minds.
“Fucksh foff!”
“What are they doing?” Yuuri wondered while watching them from behind the blond. He was puzzled by the two stumbling men. Tyari had found a stray towel and was unsuccessfully trying to tighten it around his waist. Yozak had fallen over while trying to pick up a stool and now was rolling about while trying to get back on his feet.
“This is obviously some kind of a mysterious mating dance,” Wolfram muttered. While rolling on the floor Yozak had come across a bar of soap and now was aiming it at the sergeant. Wolfram squatted down to pry it out of Yozak’s fingers. The captain didn’t let go, instead he kicked out at the blond. Wolfram lost his patience and wrestled him face down into the floor. “Off you go to bed, you idiot,” he declared, looping his belt out of his trousers, intending to tie his wrists.
“Yowch! Fuck! My arm, Wolfram!” Yozak shrieked, immediately sobered up by searing pain. “Let go!”
“Then stop struggling,” the blond said while loosening his grip somewhat.
“I’m not struggling! I’m completely still! I’m dead still!”
“You’re trying to throw me off,” Wolfram informed him.
Yozak growled in anger. “I used to wipe your shitty ass, you snot-nosed brat!”
Yuuri thought that Wolfram might hit him, but the blond chuckled instead and patted Gurrier’s broad, naked back. “Seems to me it’s about time I return the favor, right?”
“Wolfram, can you get off him?” Yuuri said, his voice betraying his discontentment.
“Huh?”
“This bonding time is nice and all, but he’s completely naked.”
Wolfram gave him an incredulous look. “And limp as a washed sock.”
Yuuri grimaced at him. “That’s not the point.”
“Then call your damn bodyguards and tell everyone to clear off from the yard. They’ve already made a spectacle out of themselves, there’s no need for the second act.”
Wolfram shifted his grip and Yozak yowled something incomprehensive at the top of his lungs. Tyari was sitting on the floor motionless, half-asleep. He seemed to be genuinely confused as to why such a fun and promising event had ended in such a bad way.
“Whoshfuckish Conrart?” he wondered, his eyes half-closed.
Yuuri let out a frustrated sigh.
_ _ _
“My deepest apologies for my behavior yesterday, Your Majesty,” Yozak said as soon as he had entered the room. He didn’t look very well with his eyes bloodshot and he was obviously still hungover.
Yuuri nodded. Crossing his arms, he leaned against the back of the uncomfortable chair. He had been housed in some kind of dilapidated shack, which seemed to be meant for conferences. Judging by the smell of stale alcohol that was never going to fade away in the shack’s lifetime, those had been some fun conferences.
The king had intended to have a serious talk with Gurrier, but the man’s honest apology and his haggard appearance had disarmed him. Yuuri sighed; he was too softhearted.
“Wolfram says that giving you a reprobation would be the same as giving it to myself since it was Gwendal’s and my idea to take you here with me.”
Yozak shifted from one foot to another. This was probably what Wolfram had meant yesterday when he said that he would help him to wipe his ass. That was about the only thing that he was able to remember from yesterday on his own. Other details had been filled in by one of the soldiers that he was in charge of. He was lucky that Wolfram held enough influence with Shibuya to sway him.
“I’m sorry,” Yozak repeated again as there was nothing else he could say.
Yuuri waved it off and motioned for him to sit down. “So, what it was all about yesterday?”
Thinking what to answer, Gurrier took a seat. He had thought about it or tried to think about it before coming to see the king, but still wasn’t certain what the answer was.
“Would you like me to tell you where Conrart has gone or do you know already?” Yuuri asked as Yozak was quiet.
“This has nothing to do with him.”
The king laughed, and Gurrier felt his face heat up. Yet, he stubbornly kept quiet.
Yuuri shrugged. “Fine. But if this repeats, I’ll send you back to Shin Makoku and let Gwendal deal with you.”
This prospect wasn’t appealing at all. Gurrier grimaced. He would rather face an angry and disappointed Shibuya a thousand times than an angry Gwendal one single time. Von Voltaire was going to send him to manure the stables. For an indefinite amount of time or until his anger let up. Something like that had happened in the past and since then he had made certain not to cross von Voltaire.
Gurrier could see that Shibuya had neither patience nor wish to deal with him. The king sat on the creaky chair staring through him. The captain knew perfectly well who he was thinking about. Both of them were lovesick fools.
“Stop playing around and just fuck him silly.”
Yuuri blinked at the captain, surprised. “You’re not qualified to give advice,” he said finally.
“I’m probably not,” Gurrier agreed, “but he’s waiting for you to make the first move. This time he will make it your responsibility, all of it. If anything goes wrong, it will be your fault. If anything goes right, it will be your fault too. And he won’t move a single finger to do anything about it.”
The king was giving him a confused look, and Gurrier shrugged. “This is what I did with Conrart. Only that I…” he didn’t finish, just shook his head. “This is so fucked up.”
Yuuri watched him for a few moments, wondering.
“About Sergeant Tyari,” Yozak said suddenly. “He…”
The king waved his hand to stop him. “You don’t need to be concerned about him. Unlike you, he was off duty. His free time is no one’s concern. Even though it was a really poor example for the recruits…”
“Ugh, it was my fault.”
Yuuri nodded. “So it was. It’s not okay to send mixed signals.”
Yozak sighed. “I will go apologize to him.”
Yuuri stood up, indicating that the meeting was over. “If you change your mind, come and ask about his whereabouts.”
Once Yozak had left, Yuuri realized that he had nothing else to do in this shack. After a few moments of thought, he also left and went for a ride, accompanied by two of his bodyguards. He could have trained a bit and done some sword-fighting, but was a little reluctant about it in front of so many new people. He had gotten pretty good but still not as good as he would have liked. He didn’t want his own recruits to say that he was a useless fighter.
Wolfram had gone to the village early in the morning. It was something like an errand again. They hadn’t spoken yet, but Yuuri knew that disrupting the fort’s routine would leave him with a very annoyed blond. So he resigned himself to waiting until the evening again.
Sergeant Tyari had brought Yuuri the blueprints for the new fort, but the king could tell that the sergeant knew that he couldn’t care less about the blueprints and the fort itself. The sergeant hadn’t bothered explaining nor even opening them. The man just chucked the blueprints onto the windowsill and said that he was welcome to take a look at them once he had more time. Yuuri appreciated the kindness.
The day appeared to be warm and Yuuri was tempted to take off his jacket. He resisted at first but the sun won and he shrugged his jacket off, staying only in his black shirt.
He didn’t have a particular destination except wanting to take a look at the village and clear his head. He also hoped to see what Wolfram was up to. He could have asked Tyari, but didn’t want to give the sergeant the satisfaction and besides, this way he had something to do.
Most of the villagers were out in the sea or their fields. The majority of the crops had been planted a while ago and women were already weeding. Some could be seen near the river, washing clothes; Yuuri could hear them singing. A continuous echo from the forest told of axes chopping down trees deep within. A few young lads could be seen cutting grass in their yards and orchards. A few more weeks and they would start cutting grass in the fields, preparing hay for winter. There was always something to do. Even children seemingly running around so freely and screaming until their lungs nearly burst were making certain that chickens and other fowl didn’t venture into the vegetable gardens.
The main village road was surrounded by fruit and chestnut trees. Yuuri was riding past a particularly dilapidated house when he noticed something peculiar about one of the men who were sawing a log farther in the old garden. The light blond locks were painfully familiar. The king stopped his horse and watched them from behind the currant bushes.
The two men were only in their undershirts, their jackets discarded on a nearby gooseberry bush. Their mud-colored trousers indicated that the two were recruits. An old man and his wife were sitting nearby on a bench, enjoying the sun and watching them working. There was also a small tray on the grass with a pitcher and something that looked like bread and cheese.
The recruits were talking loudly, laughing about something. The scene was so idyllic that Yuuri felt jealous in an instant. Without realizing what he was doing, he urged his horse towards them, his bodyguards following him. Unnoticed, he approached the people enough to hear the recruits’ loud conversation.
“What tavern?” Wolfram was saying. “You’re piss poor. Where’ll you get the money?”
“I just need an investment loan.”
“Pretty big words for someone who can barely read. Or count.”
“Well, schooling isn’t everything. It’s much more important to know the right people.”
“I don’t like where this is going.”
“You hardly like anything anyway, so this is nothing new. Man, I wish I could marry rich! How about you let me console the king once you’re done rejecting him?”
“Oh yeah, now that sounds like a good business plan.”
“Indeed. Actually, I’d settle for someone of a lesser status as long as they’ve got money.”
“Like me? Is this a fucking confession?”
“You? With that shit-personality of yours? Dream on. No money can redeem it.”
“And what’s wrong with my personality?” Wolfram wondered over the loud noise of the saw.
“It doesn’t match your face!”
“I am actually of the opinion that I’ve got a pretty good personality.”
“And who the hell told you that? Your mom? The only good thing about you is your face.”
“Shut up, you piss-poor bastard.”
“Oh right, your money too.”
“Piss off.”
“Hey, listen, how about you give the guy a chance?”
“Oh, don’t you start too, Lyam! Everybody just keeps giving advice. Do this, do that. I’m sick and tired of it.”
“Right. Point taken, but still…”
“Nope. Just don’t go there.”
They noticed the king much later, when they were done sawing the second log and were taking the third one. Their laughter died off, surprise clear on their faces.
“Your Majesty,” the soldier saluted him immediately. He nearly dropped the log, and Wolfram cursed at him. One of the king’s bodyguards cleared his throat to warn Wolfram against swearing in the king’s presence. Wolfram gave him a vicious glare, wishing Lyam would drop the log on the bodyguard’s foot. Yuuri, meanwhile, kept staring at von Bielefeld. The blond locks were plastered to his sweaty forehead and his face was flushed with the physical exertion. The front of his undershirt bore a wet triangle and was stuck to his chest. A light sheen of sweat was also covering his upper body, the toned muscles seeming to be even more prominent. Again, Yuuri wondered when Wolfram had transformed into Apollo’s live reflection. He felt himself getting hard and turned away from Wolfram, embarrassed. He realized he didn’t need to be self-conscious as both of his bodyguards were shamelessly gawking at the blond as well. Annoyed, he cleared his throat to get them out of their trance.
The recruits’ salutes had drawn the old couple’s attention. They were shocked at first then became flustered, rising to their feet, bowing repeatedly while supporting themselves with their walking sticks. Yuuri thought he could hear their backs creaking and was afraid that they’d be locked by radiculitis. He waved for them to stop it.
The situation became even more awkward when they started wobbling towards their house, inviting the king and the bodyguards for a cup of tea and some biscuits.
“Oh. No, no,” Yuuri waved his hands frantically. “Thank you, thank you very much, but I’m in a hurry. We just…ermm…wanted to ask the way to the new fort.”
The granny bowed a few more times making the king wince. “It’s over there, Your Majesty,” she said pointing somewhere at the shed nearby.
Yuuri followed her finger and stared confused at the shed.
“You’ve got a very short memory for someone who spent half a day there yesterday,” Wolfram said.
The king gave him a look. Then he turned to the old couple. “Are these recruits of any use?” he asked.
Wolfram rolled his eyes.
The old man bowed again. “Very good lads, Your Majesty. Very good workers.”
“Why don’t you actually get an air or earth wielder? Or maybe even a water wielder and chop up the logs?” Yuuri asked Wolfram. “It would be much faster that way, wouldn’t it?”
The other recruit giggled at the question. The bodyguards looked at him, but against his better judgement he kept chortling. He was doing his best to keep himself from laughing but, as usual, the more he tried, the worse his laughter got.
“What’s wrong with him?” Yuuri wondered.
“Yesterday Kristian used his air element to shake out the manure,” Wolfram explained. “Half the village ended up covered in shit.”
“And we did too!” the other recruit added, bursting out laughing. “It was like a damn explosion!”
Wolfram elbowed him to keep quiet and be more polite. The nudge had no desirable effect. Unsanctioned usage of one’s element by a recruit was punishable in the army. Yuuri, however, obviously had no idea how serious a breach of order it was.
“Well, we’ll be off,” Yuuri said, nodding at the recruits. He gave a parting nod to the villagers as well. “Have a nice day.”
The king and his bodyguards rode out back onto the main road. Following the road, they reached the end of the village then turned towards the sea. After spending some time on the beach and chatting to a few boys who were fishing on the pier or fixing nets, turned back to the fort.
_ _ _
Yuuri was startled by a loud knock on the shack’s door. He realized that he had nodded off. “Yes?” he croaked, clearing his throat. Yozak threw the door open.
“You Majesty, Earl Konstantine von Christ has arrived to pay his respects.”
Yuuri blinked at him sleepily. “Eh?” He couldn’t help yawning, “Wwhhoooo? Von Christ?”
“Yes, Gunter’s nephew.”
Understanding dawned on the king’s face. “Oh, right, Earl of Darriena.” He gave the shack a critical appraisal. His temporary office still looked awful. “Oh well,” he said reluctantly, “send him in.”
He had seen Gunter’s nephew several times in the capital, but had no impression of the man as they had never interacted for more than a couple of seconds. Konstantine von Christ had seven children. Yuuri wasn’t able to remember how many of them were sons and how many were daughters. He only remembered thinking that, just like most Demons, the earl looked too young for his age.
It was a common custom to pay respects to a visiting king in one’s lands. Yuuri had expected to meet the earl, but had also hoped to avoid the formality.
“Your Majesty,” the earl greeted, entering the shack. He was followed by two royal bodyguards. “It is wonderful to see you in Lesa,” he said, bowing formally.
Yuuri motioned for him to straighten. “Thank You, Your Lordship. I think it has been a few years when we saw each other last.” He looked around, indicating the bare walls. “I am afraid I cannot offer Your Lordship much by way of hospitality in this humble abode. Even if it is just tea, we would have to go to the canteen.”
The earl laughed. “Oh, I am not squeamish, Your Majesty. I myself served in this fort thirty years ago. Karline and Laurence served here as well. My sons,” he explained when the king gave him a blank look. “I have to admit that it did look somewhat better back then. I am very glad to see the new fort rising so quickly.”
Yuuri inclined his head accepting the ceremonial praise. He rose to his feet. “How about we go get that tea, Your Lordship?”
“It would be my pleasure, Your Majesty,” the earl said, bowing. He waited for the king to pass him and go out of the door, which one of his bodyguards had held open for him, then followed his suit.
That it was already quite late in the evening Yuuri only realized once outside, when he saw the setting sun. The soldiers were milling around the canteen, some heading into it for dinner while others, having eaten already, were clustered in groups around it, sharing news or the lack thereof. Yuuri thought that it was probably a bad idea to bring the earl inside, but the man himself showed no sign of reluctance.
One of the king’s bodyguards rushed to open the door to the canteen and nearly headbutted von Bielefeld, who was on his way out.
“Watch where you’re going!” Wolfram admonished.
“I’m sorry, Your Highness,” the bodyguard apologized, throwing the door open even wider for the king.
Only now von Bielefeld noticed Shibuya and von Christ. He bowed respectfully. “Your Majesty. Your Lordship.”
“Von Bielefeld? My, my, how splendidly you’ve grown,” the earl wondered quietly. “Your Highness,” he said, coming back to his senses, “my heart has been stolen by your beauty.”
Wolfram gave him a funny look. Yuuri glared at the earl.
“I would ask you not to fling such drastic accusations around,” he snapped. “I’m certain that if you check again, you will find your heart in place.”
Wolfram’s eyebrows rose while von Christ simply stared at Yuuri in astonishment.
“Oh,” he said with a chuckle, turning back to von Bielefeld, “it seems like Your Highness has got a jar full of hearts.”
Yuuri glared at him again while Wolfram gave the earl one of his smiles, the warmth of which could melt butter in a second. Yuuri hardly kept himself from cursing. He had seen this kind of smile directed at himself quite a few times. However, that was back then, when they still had been engaged. The smile had also changed a little over time. It was still warm and friendly just as it used to be but now it was also permeated with a lewd promise.
TBC
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