Growing closer
Hey there everyone! I was feeling the need for some fluff when I wrote this. Cos' let face it, fanfiction needs more Yuuram fluff!! X3
Disclaimer:I don't own Kyou kara maou, because if I did it would mean I'm already fluent in Japanese *sigh* that'd be nice...
Thoughts
"Speech"
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Anyhow, on with the story.
Chapter 1: Night time chills
Yuuri opened his eyes and stared at the high ceiling of his bedroom. In the darkness he frowned slightly.
For some odd reason, he was finding it difficult to get to sleep…he was warm, comfortable. He couldn't think of any reason why he was still awake. Greta had moved into her own room; but that he highly doubted that that was the reason. After all she'd been in her new room for weeks now, and it hadn't bothered him. He smiled, recalling how thrilled she was when they'd shown her the room.
Yuuri's gaze shifted slightly to look at the frost covered windows which glowed in the blue light of the moon. He sighed. It was so quiet. He could have sworn that, if he listened hard enough, he could hear the soft patter of snowflakes as they landed.
Yuuri's eyes flickered.
Something had changed.
Something for a second had broken the still atmosphere of the room. Yuuri turned to look at the lump next to him. In amongst the tightly wound blankets, lay a curled Wolfram. A small frown on his face. It wasn't unusual for the blond to be curled up when sleeping but, Yuuri tilted his head thoughtfully. 'He looks awfully tense.'
There it was again, that change. And with it, he noticed an almost undetectable tremor coming from the one next to him.
"Wolfram? Are you ok?" 'Is he awake?' "You're shivering."
The crease on Wolfram's brow deepened. "No I'm not". Yuuri blinked. He shivered again.
"Wolfram, you so obviously are"
"Hmph" Wolfram turned so that Yuuri was left looking at his back. The fire user sighed, silently relieved that Yuuri couldn't see the expression on his face.
"I wouldn't worry about it Yuuri, just go back to sleep." Wolfram whispered as he huddled into the blankets in a vain attempt to keep warm. Wolfram heard Yuuri move slightly as if to protest; he waited. Good, it looks like he's given it up. It wasn't that he didn't appricate Yuuri's concern but what could he be excpected to do, really? Wolfram was just unused to the cold: as it hadn't snowed in Shinmakoku since long before he was born. So, now the novelty had worn off now because it's a bit nippy. Wolfram could deal with it fine. He could. But despite this stubborn resolve he couldn't fully supress a shiver. Damn cold.
He gasped when he felt arms suddenly wrap themselves around his waist.
"Yuuri! What are yo - "
"Your cold aren't you? So I'm keeping you warm" A silence followed. Yuuri felt heat blossom in his cheeks.
Ah...Yuuri shifted uncomfortably, not thinking about the strangeness of his actions until after he had done it. He just cound't stand Wolfram being so uncomfortable: his discontent was pratically coming off in visible waves. Not that it isn't noticable normally but- there was somthing about this kind of quite unease that bothered Yuuri even more. Even if it was only over someting as small as being cold. However ...isn't this a bit weird? That I'm - urgh whatever! Wolfram is cold! I can't have my best friend being cold!
Besides, I'm sure I've read something somewhere that says fire users are more susceptible to the cold he reasoned with himself.
But what you're doing, Yuuri's mind whispered, is a tad unusual for a platonic relationship in responce Yuuri promptly (and happily) ignored the voice, in favour of waiting for the blond's response. Wolfram unaware of his fiancé's pitiful denial relaxed, his own cheeks dusted with red due to the sudden affectionate gesture.
Feeling slightly awkward he muttered "Th-thank you".
At this sudden change in behaviour Yuuri smiled; then gently squeezed 'no problem'.
"Though just so you know, I would have been fine."
Yuuri's smile widened 'sure'.
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'Stop being stupid' he grumbled. It had been almost an hour since Yuuri had started to hold him, and Wolfram was convinced that the colour red was going to be a permanent feature of his face.
He had paid particular attention to the passing time, as he had been spent it trying to gather the courage to turn around. Although elated by Yuuri's show of affection, he was dissatisfied; his arms felt limp and useless lying in front of him.
The blond mazoku noticed that Yuuri's grip was loosening slightly as he was near sleep.
'Come on! What kind of Bielefeld are you if you can't even do something as simple as this! He's almost asleep! He probably won't even notice!'
With that in mind he shyly turned so that his face rested between the curve of Yuri's neck and his chest. 'You are after all, his fiance'. He then gently snaked his arms around his fiancés waist, trying his best not to waken him. His heart beating frantically due to the close proximity.
Yuuri jumped in surprise, sleep forgotten when he felt someone resting against him.
"Wolfram? Wha – "
Wolfram tightened his hold, "I need to keep you warm too, don't I?" The maou's eyes widened, then softened at the muffled words. Wolfram at this point was burying his head into Yuuri's neck his face burning. As he realised, what he had actually said - despite being completely sincere - sounded so completely sappy. 'Damn, what happened to my esteemed use of language? Must be losing my touch'.
Yuuri chuckled "I guess you do."
What?
When Yuuri rested his head atop his, Wolfram could feel him smiling. 'What did he mean by that?'
"Wolfram?"
"Yes?"
"Good night." Wolfram blinked nonplussed, then calmed closing his eyes.
"Hmmn"
it's so warm.
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So... any good? Please let me know what you think! I'm open to suggesstions, constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated; but please be gentle, this is my first time writing a fanfiction. I have already made a second chapter to this but I'm unsure whether to continue this or keep it as a one shot. The next chapter is a little more serious and reflective in nature. So let me know what you think?
Thanks for reading XD!!
