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Wolfram�s
Bruise

Written
by: chochowilliams

Crossover
with: Gravitation

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:� As Yuri is
being fitted for his wedding outfit, he flashes back onto how this all became
possible.

Warning: drama, romance, fantasy, language, M/M sexual situation,
MPREG, Yuri/Wolfram

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A/N:� Here it is.�
The next installment.� This was
supposed to be the last part, but it became longer than I thought it would get
so I had to split it up.� I want to thank
you guys for your continuous support and encouragement.� This never would have happened without
you.� And in case you have not noticed, I
consolidated the whole series into one story.�
Also, I apologize that this took forever to get out.� I was working on some other things and then I
went on vacation to Salem, Mass.�
Absolutely loved it there!� I
would love to go back some day.� And
adding to that, the fact that even though I had a storyline in mind, I could
not seem to get it down on paper.� I hate
when that happens.� Anyway, enjoy!

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Chapter
7: Wolfram�s Seventh Bruise

(Several
Months Later � Great
Demon Kingdom)

Many things have been happening since Wolfram
discovered he was expecting.� Several
more nations decided to join the Great Demon Kingdom Alliance despite the
controversy surrounding Wolfram being pregnant outside the bounds of matrimony,
Caloria had officially separated from Big Cimaron to become an independent
nation without much hassle or fanfare much to everybody�s surprise, Yuri signed
into law that women were allowed to be named as heir in their own right whether
they were married or not (a huge step forward according to Anissina because
apparently females before now could only inherit if they were married and even
then their inheritance was relinquished to their husbands), Greta now had a
boyfriend (much to Yuri�s chagrin) and he and Wolfram were to be married in a
fortnight whether either of them wanted to or not.

When Gwendal found out that the King had impregnated
his baby brother, all Hell had broken loose.�
Yuri was glad that Lady Celi had been there to calm the infuriated
Demon.� Otherwise, who knows what would
have happened.� Greta might just be an
orphan.� There was still a rather large
crack in the south wall that needed to be repaired.

Wolfram�s due date was rapidly approaching and he
was as big as a house.� Though, you had
to be suicidal to even mention such a thing in his presence.� The fire demon who had mastered control over
his powers decades ago when Yuri�s grandparents were in diapers had a small
tendency to go postal over the smallest slight, which was not much different
than normal, but now that he was pregnant, his powers were just a little on the
erratic side.� To say the least.� So there was no telling what would happen
nowadays when Wolfram lost it.

Yuri shuddered at the thought.

Just the other day, Wolfram set their bed curtains
on fire (again) after Yuri made the suggestion that maybe the two of them
should lay off being intimate now that Wolfram was closing in on his due
date.� For the sake of the baby.� Of course, in typical Wolfram style, the
demon�s mind leapt from �no possibility of sex because it might harm the baby�
to �no sex because he was fat and ugly and repulsive�.

Yuri heaved a sigh.

Then Wolfram very nearly burned down the nursery
when he found out that the interior decorator Lady Celi had hired to decorate
the nursery had decorated it �all wrong�.�
Yuri had actually liked how the nursery came out, but kept his opinions
to himself.� And rightly so.� Otherwise, Wolfram would have flamb�ed his
ass (again).

As absolutely terrified as Yuri was at the idea of
becoming a father (of course, he had Greta, but his daughter was not a helpless
infant completely dependent on her parents but could take care of herself), he
could not wait until the baby was born.�
Anything was better than putting up with an already overly emotional
demon�s rampaging hormones.

�Your Majesty, could you hold out your arms
please?�

Yuri did as the seamstress requested.

He was currently being measured for his wedding
outfit.� Again.� How many times had he stood on this stool for
hours at a time while the seamstress and his apprentice, a lovely, shy young
woman no older than Greta, poked, prodded and pulled at him?� It was getting a little old.� And yes.�
Seamstress.� The man considered
himself a seamstress and not a tailor.�
Yuri had not bothered to ask why.�
It was none of his business.

Dressed in his black uniform, his long raven locks
tied back with the ribbon Wolfram had wanted him to wear (Yuri had been too
afraid of what might happen if he were to refuse), Yuri stared at his
nineteen-year-old reflection in the mirror.�
Staring back at him was not the na�ve, wide-eyed fifteen-year-old boy
who came here when he was flushed down the toilet in the girls� bathroom thanks
to a bunch of bullies and yet it was not the Demon King either.� He had matured, and was still maturing, into a
combination of the two.� It was still bizarre
to look into the mirror and see how much he has changed in such a short amount
of time.� He was taller, broader in the
shoulders and chest.� Lean and trim with
well-toned muscle in all the right places.�
His eyes sharper and his mind focused (most of the time).� But he was definitely not against the
changes.� No matter what he looked like,
he was still going to be him.

And to think that only two short years ago, he
never would have imagined his life would turn out like this.

---

(Two
Years Ago- Japan)

Yuri had
been back at home for less than a week now.�
Who knows how much time has passed in the Great Demon
Kingdom.� He was trying to aim for as little time as
possible, but he was no expert when it came to controlling his powers.� Far from it.�
So who knows how long he has been gone.�
One time, he had been trying for a week and ended up being gone for a
whole month.

Truth be
told, he was beginning to become a little antsy.� It was funny how that happens.� It was not too long ago, where he would have
given anything to return home to Japan and his normal life as your
average, run of the mill high school teenager.�
But the more time he spent there in the Great Demon
Kingdom, the nearer and
dearer everyone became to him, the more serious he was about his role as
Sovereign and the farther away his desire for a life of normalcy became.� Now, he would rather be in the Great Demon
Kingdom than anywhere
else.

Deciding
to live his life as a Demon on his sixteenth birthday had been one of the
easiest decisions of his life.� Easier
than he thought it would have been when he first became Demon King.� One of the factors that he thought would hold
him back from making that decision was his family.� His parents and Shori in particular.� But it was not as if he was never going to
see them again.� Just the opposite in
fact.� With his ability to come and go as
he pleased, he could do just that.� He
could come back to visit any time he wanted.�
All he had to do was look at his decision to live his life as a Demon in
the Great Demon Kingdom
rather than as a Human here on Earth as him moving out on his own.� It was something that every child had to do
eventually.

�Well,� he
corrected himself as he passed his brother�s room and saw through a crack in
the door, the college student passed out stone cold across his bed, �almost all
children.�

Yuri
strolled casually down the stairs.

His
mother, Miko �call me Jennifer� Shibuya, had gone out to do some shopping at
the Farmer�s Market that is held three times a week in a local church parking
lot.� For which Yuri was extremely
thankful.� The last thing he wanted was
to have to deal with more of her constant nagging questions and insinuations
about his personal life, which he has been subject to from the second he
arrived a week ago.� As his mother, she
felt it was her right to do so.� And as a
father himself, he understood completely.�
But still.� A cup can only be
filled so much.� Go over that line and
you will have a mess to clean up.

Afterwards,
his mother planned to go look at wedding dresses.� Yuri felt almost physically ill at the
thought.� He had no idea why she was so
adamant about finding �the perfect wedding dress�.� Who did she expect was going to wear it?� Not him.�
That was for damn sure and he would kill Wolfram in a heartbeat if he
even thought about doing something so ridiculous (not that he accepted Wolfram as
his fianc�, mind you).� They were both
guys after all.� A little something his
mother seems to have conveniently forgotten.�
Now, if either one of them were into that kind of thing, that would be
completely different.� But they were
not.� So that was the end of that (again,
not that he had accepted Wolfram as his fianc� or anything).

Even if he
were gay (which he was not) and were to accept Wolfram as his fianc� (which he
still felt was fundamentally wrong), that still did not justify either one of
them being subjected to wearing a dress.�
If the sight of Wolfram in a dress turned him on, then would it not make
much more sense to go out with a woman like a normal teenage boy then?

His
father, Shoma Shibuya, has really not said anything on the subject (about his
youngest son being engaged to a guy, not about the dress part for he made his
opinion very clear on that topic long ago).

Shoma was
supposed to have had the day off today, but of course, he had been roped into
going out golfing with a client.� Or more
accurately, a potential client.� Yuri was
not even sure if his father liked golfing or if he just put on a brave front so
that he did not insult his clients.� Yuri
could understand if that were the case.�
He himself has been forced into that position on more than one occasion.� And he was sure he was guilty of doing the
same to others.

At the
bottom of the staircase, Yuri grabbed the newel and swung himself across the
entry hall and through the doorway that led into the living room.

It was
somewhat weird being back at his parents� house.� For a variety of reasons.� One of them being how quiet it was here.� Yuri was not sure how it happened, but
somewhere along the line, he had become accustomed to the everyday noises of
the castle.� Even in the middle of the
night there was something going on.� He
thought it would be a nice change of pace to not have copious amounts of
paperwork that needed his immediate attention, no G�nter, no Black Knights (his
personal guards that had been forced onto him not too long ago thanks to the
ten Aristocrats) following him around like the Black Death every millisecond of
everyday, no Wolfram nagging his head off, no Anissina chasing after him to
help her with one of her inventions or talking his ear off about the necessity
of raising the women�s station (not that he did not agree with her, for he did,
it was just having to listen to her in her constant, endless tirades), no
Gwendal and his intimidating glares.� No
nothing.� And it had been nice.� For maybe the first couple of hours, but then
he grew bored and maybe even a little lonely.

He shook
his head violently as an image of a scowling Wolfram popped into his mind and
cursed when he felt himself blushing fiercely.

But he
could not return to the Great
Demon Kingdom.� Not yet.�
He had some business that had to be taken care of here before he went
back.� Yuri plopped himself down on the
couch.� Extending his arms out across the
back and stretching his legs out before him, he stared up at the white
ceiling.� He had to speak with the
officials at school and his baseball coach.�
Those were not conversations that he was looking forward to.

What was
he supposed to say to them? ��Sorry Sir,
but I have become King in an alternate reality.�� Seriously.�
How would you react if someone said that to you?

As much as
he would like to finish high school and go onto college with his friends, he,
unfortunately, could not.� As said ruler,
it was just not possible.� Maybe if he was
the Crown Prince, but he was not.� He was
the King. �He had responsibilities. �Duties.�
His people depended on him. �He
just could not afford to leave for weeks or even months at a time as he has
been doing in the past.� Not anymore.� He made the decision to become the Demon King
and with great power came great responsibility and even greater sacrifices. �Besides, it was not as if he was not going to
be continuing with his studies. �G�nter
would see to that.

His heart
leapt into his throat when the bongs of the doorbell echoed through the house.

Pushing up
from the couch, he strode out of the living room and through the foyer, where he
unlocked and then pulled open the front door.

�I heard
you went and got yourself engaged.�

Yuri
blinked.� Standing there grinning at him
behind a pair of dark wraparound shades and a baseball hat, was his cousin
Shuichi Shindou.

Shuichi
lowered his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose and stared over the tops of
them at his seventeen-year-old cousin with obsidian eyes with their signature
violet sheen.� �Hey, Yuri.�

---

(Present
� Great Demon Kingdom)

Being pricked with a needle, for what seemed like
the sextillionth time, jerked Yuri out of his thoughts.

�I am terribly sorry, Your Majesty,� the man
apologized in a distracted manner making him sound not the least bit sorry.

He and his apprentice were currently working on
pinning back the sleeves of the white cotton gambeson that Yuri was supposed to
wear for the wedding underneath a black leather jerkin along with a black cape
and black velvet stretch pants, boots and (God forbid) his sword.

�So,
basically, for my wedding, I am supposed to dress as Tristan, only in
black?� What, is Wolfram
going to walk down the aisle as Isolde?� he had teased.� Only Murata had understood the joke.� Of course, once again, Wolfram being Wolfram,
he had jumped to conclusions and Yuri had been forced to explain just who Tristan
and Isolde were before Gwendal castrated him.

Yuri chuckled.

No sooner had the words of apology left the
seamstress� mouth when Yuri was stabbed yet again.

Swallowing a startled yelp, Yuri snapped his head
around to glare angrily down at the man.�
What?� Was he a pincushion?� It was no wonder the elder Demon was retiring
at the end of the year.� Though with him
as a sensei, Yuri was not so sure how far his apprentice would go or how long
her career would last.

Yuri�s eye twitched.� He was this close to�to- aah!� Who knows what?� But he was fast getting to that point.

�Aah!� Your
Majesty,� crooned a sickly sweet female voice behind him.� �How handsome you are!�

A feeling of dread washed over him, but Yuri pushed
it aside and plastered a smile on his face.�
He glanced in the mirror and watched as Lady Celi swept into the room
with all the flourish and gallantry and screaming sex appeal that she was known
for.� �Lady Celi,� he replied politely
with a nod of his head.

Lady Celi pouted dramatically.� �It�s �Mother�, Your Majesty.�

�It�s
Mama, Yu-chan.�

Yuri shuddered.

�Or, �Mom�.�
Oh!� How about �Ma�?� Or��

Yuri suppressed a groan.� And this was the family he was willingly
marrying into?� Seriously.� What was wrong with him?

---

(Two
Years Ago � Japan)

�Where�s
Eiri?� Yuri inquired as he made his way to the kitchen.

�Book
signing,� Shuichi said as he placed his hat and sunglasses on the coffee table
before plopping down onto the armchair in the living room.� He pulled his legs up and hugged his knees to
his chest, dangling his toes over the edge of the seat cushion.� He drummed his fingers on his jean-clad
knees.� �He has a new book coming out.�

�What�s
this one about?� Yuri asked.� He crossed
the kitchen towards the refrigerator.

�Haunted
places around the Tokyo
area.�

That
greatly surprised Yuri.� �Cool,� he
commented as he peered into the fridge.

�His
editor did not seem to think so.�

�Why not?�
Yuri asked.� �All we have is Pepsi,� he
called out.

�That�s
fine.�

Yuri
pulled out two cans of pop, shut the refrigerator and made his way back to the
living room.

�Well,�
Shuichi began, �Yuki is known for his �romance� novels after all.� I don�t even know why they are considered
�romance� novels in the first place.� Oh,
thanks,� he said as he took the proffered blue can from his younger
cousin.� He opened it and took a long
swig.

Yuri
seated himself on the couch and opened his own can.� He took a sip before placing the can on the
coffee table.

�I mean,
it�s not like they�re anything like those Harlequin romances, or something.�

That was
true (not that he had ever read any of the books his cousin�s lover wrote or
anything).

�If
anything, his books are more like something JD Robb or Laurell K Hamilton would
write, or something, you know?�

Technically,
JD Robb�s novels were futuristic romances (again, not that he had ever read any
of her books), but Yuri understood what Shuichi was getting at.

�I mean,
you pick up any book and nines times out of ten there is an underlining plot
centering around the budding romance of the two main characters as they work
together to solve some crime or something, but those books are not considered
romances, right?� They�re considered
thrillers or mysteries or suspense or something, ya know?� Anyway�what was I saying?�� Yuri opened his mouth to answer, but Shuichi
beat him to it.� �Oh!� Right.�
Well, because Yuki has been sorta typecast as a romance novelist, Ms.
Mizuki- Eiri�s editor- is afraid that this book might not be well
received.� Ya know, because it is not a
romance novel.�

Yuri
nodded.� �What made him write it?�

Shuichi
shrugged.� �He said he wanted to try
something new.�� As the lead singer for
Bad Luck, it was something Shuichi knew about all too well.� �But it has been getting some great reviews,
though.� So...�

�You never
know.�

�Right.�

Yuri
reached for his can of pop.

�So,�
Shuichi drawled.

�Hm?�

�Who�s the
lucky girl?�

A stream
of Pepsi came spewing out of Yuri�s mouth.�
It arched over the coffee table like a bridge and landed several inches
shy of the television.� �...It�s not�I
mean�� he managed around coughing fits.�
If Wolfram were to find out he was being referred to as a female�Yuri
blanched as the endless possibilities.�
And of course, Wolfram would blame Yuri.

��Not�?�� Shuichi cocked his head to the side.� He turned thoughtful.� Then his lips peeled back to show
professionally whitened teeth.� �You mean
it�s a guy?�

Blushing
fiercely, Yuri shook his head vigorously.�
�No!� No, I, I, well, technically,
yes, Wolfram is a guy, but, but!� It�s
not like that!� I mean, well, it is, like
that, but, but�it was an accident!� I, I
had no idea what I was doing when I proposed and, and��

Shuichi
giggled.� Violet eyes sparkled.

�He�s short-tempered,
arrogant, possessive, and over-protective, gets jealous if I so much as think
of someone else�!� He�s a selfish,
spoiled brat!�

That
sounded remarkably like Eiri, Shuichi thought.

�Don�t get
me wrong.� He�s one of the best swordsmen
in the nation.� He has saved my life
numerous times.� He�s also beaten me
countless times!�� And of course, Wolfram
never let him forget either one.� �And
he�s great with Greta.�

�Oh!� Your daughter, right?�

Yuri
nodded.� �Yeah.� Greta absolutely loves him!�

�That�s
good.�

Yuri
snickered.� �He�s always acting so touch
and macho, but sleeps in this stupid looking pink nightgown.�

Shuichi
cocked an eyebrow.� Even he has never gone
that far and he once wore his younger sister�s school uniform (even shaving his
legs) thinking Eiri despised him because he was a guy, not to mention that one
time he dressed up as a girl so that he could pretend to be Ayaka to get Eiri�s
father to annul Eiri�s betrothal to her.

�He has a
blue one he wears when we�re away on missions.�

Shuichi
giggled lightly.

�And he
gets seriously sea sick.�� That reminded
him.� �Oh!� This one time, we were sailing to Van de Via Island and Wolfram snuck onboard.� He was so sick that he ended up staying in
bed the entire time.� So he ended up not
being able to go to the Ball.� Mr.
Baldy�I, uh, mean, Mr. Heathcrife asked if I could dance with his daughter,
Beatrice, ya know because she is not much older than Greta and had never danced
with anyone before, so she was sitting all by herself and not having a very
good time, so I agreed, if nothing more than to get away from all hordes of
wo�uhm,� his face beat red as he remembered the crush of women, including Jozak
in drag, Yuri hurriedly skipped that part, �and once I returned to the cabin,
Wolfram was so angry!� He threw a pillow
at me!� Can you believe it?� He accused me of being unfaithful just
because I danced with a ten year old girl!��
Parched, Yuri took a long swig of his pop.

Shuichi
tipped his head to the side and studied his cousin.� ��You seem happy,� he commented.

Yuri
froze.� His face went red for a
completely different reason he would rather not dwell on.� He lowered his can and stared at the liquid
as it sloshed around inside the can.

�You
really love him� don�t you?�

If it was
at all possible, Yuri�s blush deepened, though he shook his head in
denial.� �No!� I am not in love with Wolfram.� It is not like that.� Wolfram is a guy!� It is just�wrong!� I would much rather marry a girl if I have to
get married.� Besides, Wolfram is a good
friend.� One of my best friends.� And he is a great father to Greta.� I could not imagine my life without him, but
I don�t love him.�

Shuichi
smiled sadly.� �Who are you trying to
convince, Yuri?� Me?� Or you?�

Yuri�s
mind went blank.

---TBC---

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