"...i hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call
but mostly i hate the way i don't hate you not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."
The halls seem devoid of everything. only the soft click of my boots can be heard in these grand halls of Blood Pledge Castle from soldiers making their rounds in the palace. With this time of great peace, it falls unto the shoulders of every citizen to safeguard this by protecting its herald, King Yuuri Shibuya. But tonight and for the past four nights, everyone is just a little bit more uptight than usual.
Invited to Small Cimaron to celebrate the year's bountiful harvest, a big deal for the people of Small Cimaron, King Yuuri along with his personal escort headed to attend the said gathering. This time, however, Wolfram von Bielefelt, Prince Consort to the King - married for almost a year now, did not join his majesty's party. The day before the departure the firery Prince has fallen ill suddenly and could not get out of bed. A strange sickness has struck him; leaving him burning with fever and shivering with bouts of colds. Gisela has made a strict watch over the Prince should he make efforts to sneak off to join his husband the night before they departed. Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, the Prince could not even lift himself out of bed let alone sneak past the guards. Yuuri and Wolfram settled for a long goodbye. Yuuri only allowed to touch Wolfram's hand for fear of him catching whatever it is that the Prince has.
The King did not almost go to Small Cimaron due to the Prince's health. But, "duty comes first," Wolfram reminded him. With all the preparations already made for the party to leave and for their reception in Small Cimaron, the couple despite their own feelings could not let their people down.
To aide his weakening brother, Gwendal went along with Yuuri joining Conrart and a handful of their men to stand as guards. Yuuri never did like to bring too many people to such things. And he never truly worried for his safety with this time of peace and his confidence in Conrart, in his own and now in Gwendal's abilities to defend themselves and each other.
Constant exchanges we made between Gwendal, who accompanied Yuuri, and Gunter, who stayed behind as executor while the King is away and the Prince Consort incapacitated. The moment the celebration ended in Small Cimaron, Yuuri insisted that their party depart which no one could despute. In Yuuri's urgency to return, the party sailed across the seas in a storm. The last message Gwendal was able to send out spoke of this before they left the shores of Small Cimaron. Equiped with Shin Makoku's finest ships, four days have passed since and still no word from Gwendal.
Nothing yet has been mentioned to Wolfram about this situation. However, it was fairly obvious to the Prince that something is wrong. Four days since the event and with what he know about Yuuri, which is a lot, he would insist on leaving immediately after the party given Wolfram's current condition. Two days is all it takes from Small Cimaron back to Shin Makoku and it has already been four days. It doesn't help that Gunter cannot hide his worry despite his best efforts. Even Yosak has not been able to gather anything about the party.
Wolfram keeps telling himself each day that has gone by that Yuuri must have stayed behind a little more at Small Cimaron. "That wimp cannot say no to a polite and hopeful invitation from Sara to extend his stay. Such a kind wimp he is."
The days which have gone by have not been easy. No messages. No envoys. No nothing. This was supposed to be a routine trip. A simple party that they have gone together for the past four years since Yuuri arrived in Shin Makoku. On the one year that Wolfram leaves Yuuri alone, shit happens.
There's an insane part of Wolfram that's telling him that "Yuuri just wants to surprise you with his return. You'll see when he bursts through those doors, he'll have this ridiculous grin on his face. He'll tell you 'Gotcha!'." That insane part is being beaten to death by the rest of Wolfram's mind.
"Don't do this to me, Wimp. Not now. Come home please." A silent prayer every chance he could get is all Wolfram can really do.
It's way past midnight but he cannot will himself to sleep. Even though he knows fair well that he has to take care of himself much better or the Wimp will go ballistic if he knew. But everytime, he closes his eyes, they just snap open hoping that Yuuri will magically appear. Like a dream he just woke up from.
They will be celebrating their first year anniversary soon. Yuuri chose to time their wedding with the first day he arrived in Shin Makoku - the day he first proposed to Wolfram. During their wedding, when he was saying his vows - as was customary on Earth, which Ulrike and the rest of the country didn't mind for the King to add on to their wedding, Yuuri said that "I think on that first day I came to this world, this old soul of mine knew that I cannot bear to be here without you by my side. For all my faults and shortcomings, you are my shield. For all my hopes and my dreams, you are my sword." He slid a ring on Wolfram's ring finger. The vows was actually the one thing he insisted on for the wedding everything else he left to the 'reliable hands of Gunter'.
"I'll forever remember this day as the day I made the best decision in my life. I hope you'll remember it too as the day I surrender whole myself and my future to you as I'm hoping to the high heavens you would do the same for me too." Wolfram could only let the tears fall after hearing Yuuri's wedding vow. He was stunned actually, unable to move fearing this was an illusion. Should he move it'll all just fade away. Just remembering is making his heart beat wildly and his whole being yearn for Yuuri's return even more.
Gunter had ordered search parties though small and not too many yet for fear of starting panic over their missing King. But nothing could appease Wolfram's worrying only Yuuri's safe return.
It was a few hours after midnight seven days since Gwendal's last message to the castle. Wolfram has finally dozed off to dreamland, when rustling in the grounds woke him up. Getting up with a little difficulty, he looked out the window to see soldiers scurrying about. Gunter was heading the mess of people directly the soldiers. It looks like he's organizing another search party.
Knocks on the door startled the Prince a little but motion for the person to enter. Yozak with his bright orange hair greets him with a fairly wide grin on his face. "He's back," he said. Wolfram never thought such simple words could ever move him so much.
Nothing was explained to him yet as Yozak assisted him, leading him perhaps to where Yuuri and his party are. His shock and joy at Yuuri's return was overturned when he recognized where they were heading - the infirmary wing.
His heart almost stops at the thought of something terrible has happened to Yuuri. But Yozak leads him on. 'Everything should be fine right. He was smiling when he got me. That's always a good sign right.' There are aides moving around assisting the people that we coming in. As Wolfram looks around none of the people being assisted seem to have suffered anything serious. No one is bleeding. No missing body parts. No screams.
He is lead to the end of the infirmary where private quarters are. Yozak opens the doors for him and he's tempted to close his eyes. But he keeps them wide open and takes in the room. Gisela is right beside the bed. Holding onto
Conrart explains what happened to them. "He was being foolish really. But I could not blame him. After the closing ceremonies of the festival, he ordered our immediate departure. King Sara's groveling for His majesty to stay a little longer fell to deaf ears. When we reached the port, the crew informed us of the bad weather that we should not even think about leaving. The storm truly was pretty bad. Gwendal's and my own suggestions of postponing departure until dawn were not heard. He used his majutsu. Blue energy enveloped him throughout our journery which kept the clouds, the rains, and the winds at bay. To be honest, I had not thought that anyone could control the weather and the seas the way he did that night."
There's a pause and Conrart breathes out a sigh showing dissappointment - at himself mainly. He seems to be blame himself for letting such a thing happen to his charge. "But he had not rested since the party. Not to mention he had a few drinks and he was obviously worried sick - berrating himself for even leaving your side." Looking at Wolfram at that last statement; hoping that he could see the sincerity in Yuuri and his own intentions. "We were already in the middle of the journey back when he lost his control." He paused for a little break as one of the aides made him drink some medicine to improve his strength. Perhaps to renew any lost stamina.
"Before we knew what was going on, in the middle of the sea, all the forces came at us at once. The storm came back with a vengeance. Heavy rains made manning the ship nearly impossible. The winds were coming from all directions; howling at us. Truly the worst possible conditions to be at sea. I tried to take His majesty below the deck so he can rest away from the weather. But once he regained his wits he did his best to concentrate once more and calm the seas. That lead to a whirlpool enveloping the whole ship. When we all came to, the seas were calmer but just a little different. Gwendal had the men make repairs on the ship and get it ready to set sail as soon as possible. His majesty was still unconscious when a few hours later, a party arrived in a helicopter."
The term helicopter had the audience bewildered. They had never heard of such a thing nor seen a contraption as Conrart described.
Conrart continued. "Somehow we were transported to Earth."
TBC 3
I'll be cutting it here for the mean time. Please stay tuned. My first try at a KKM fic and a YuuRam one at that.
"...i hate it when you're not around and the fact that you didn't call
but mostly i hate the way i don't hate you not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all."
The halls seem devoid of everything. only the soft click of my boots can be heard in these grand
halls of Blood Pledge Castle from soldiers making their rounds in the palace. With this time of
great peace, it falls unto the shoulders of every citizen to safeguard this by protecting its herald,
King Yuuri Shibuya. But tonight and for the past four nights, everyone is just a little bit more
uptight than usual.
Invited to Small Cimaron to celebrate the year's bountiful harvest, a big deal for the people of
Small Cimaron, King Yuuri along with his personal escort headed to attend the said gathering.
This time, however, Wolfram von Bielefelt, Prince Consort to the King - married for almost a
year now, did not join his majesty's party. The day before the departure the firery Prince has
fallen ill suddenly and could not get out of bed. A strange sickness has struck him; leaving him
burning with fever and shivering with bouts of colds. Gisela has made a strict watch over the
Prince should he make efforts to sneak off to join his husband the night before they departed.
Fortunately, or rather unfortunately, the Prince could not even lift himself out of bed let alone
sneak past the guards. Yuuri and Wolfram settled for a long goodbye. Yuuri only allowed to
touch Wolfram's hand for fear of him catching whatever it is that the Prince has.
The King did not almost go to Small Cimaron due to the Prince's health. But, "duty comes first,"
Wolfram reminded him. With all the preparations already made for the party to leave and for
their reception in Small Cimaron, the couple despite their own feelings could not let their people
down.
To aide his weakening brother, Gwendal went along with Yuuri joining Conrart and a handful of
their men to stand as guards. Yuuri never did like to bring too many people to such things. And
he never truly worried for his safety with this time of peace and his confidence in Conrart, in his
own and now in Gwendal's abilities to defend themselves and each other.
Constant exchanges we made between Gwendal, who accompanied Yuuri, and Gunter, who
stayed behind as executor while the King is away and the Prince Consort incapacitated. The
moment the celebration ended in Small Cimaron, Yuuri insisted that their party depart which no
one could despute. In Yuuri's urgency to return, the party sailed across the seas in a storm. The
last message Gwendal was able to send out spoke of this before they left the shores of Small
Cimaron. Equiped with Shin Makoku's finest ships, four days have passed since and still no word
from Gwendal.
Nothing yet has been mentioned to Wolfram about this situation. However, it was fairly obvious
to the Prince that something is wrong. Four days since the event and with what he know about
Yuuri, which is a lot, he would insist on leaving immediately after the party given Wolfram's
current condition. Two days is all it takes from Small Cimaron back to Shin Makoku and it has
already been four days. It doesn't help that Gunter cannot hide his worry despite his best efforts.
Even Yosak has not been able to gather anything about the party.
Wolfram keeps telling himself each day that has gone by that Yuuri must have stayed behind a
little more at Small Cimaron. "That wimp cannot say no to a polite and hopeful invitation from
Sara to extend his stay. Such a kind wimp he is."
The days which have gone by have not been easy. No messages. No envoys. No nothing. This
was supposed to be a routine trip. A simple party that they have gone together for the past four
years since Yuuri arrived in Shin Makoku. On the one year that Wolfram leaves Yuuri alone, shit
happens.
There's an insane part of Wolfram that's telling him that "Yuuri just wants to surprise you with his
return. You'll see when he bursts through those doors, he'll have this ridiculous grin on his face.
He'll tell you 'Gotcha!'." That insane part is being beaten to death by the rest of Wolfram's mind.
"Don't do this to me, Wimp. Not now. Come home please." A silent prayer every chance he
could get is all Wolfram can really do.
It's way past midnight but he cannot will himself to sleep. Even though he knows fair well that he
has to take care of himself much better or the Wimp will go ballistic if he knew. But everytime,
he closes his eyes, they just snap open hoping that Yuuri will magically appear. Like a dream he
just woke up from.
They will be celebrating their first year anniversary soon. Yuuri chose to time their wedding with
the first day he arrived in Shin Makoku - the day he first proposed to Wolfram. During their
wedding, when he was saying his vows - as was customary on Earth, which Ulrike and the rest of
the country didn't mind for the King to add on to their wedding, Yuuri said that "I think on that
first day I came to this world, this old soul of mine knew that I cannot bear to be here without
you by my side. For all my faults and shortcomings, you are my shield. For all my hopes and my
dreams, you are my sword." He slid a ring on Wolfram's ring finger. The vows was actually the
one thing he insisted on for the wedding everything else he left to the 'reliable hands of Gunter'.
"I'll forever remember this day as the day I made the best decision in my life. I hope you'll
remember it too as the day I surrender whole myself and my future to you as I'm hoping to the
high heavens you would do the same for me too." Wolfram could only let the tears fall after
hearing Yuuri's wedding vow. He was stunned actually, unable to move fearing this was an
illusion. Should he move it'll all just fade away. Just remembering is making his heart beat wildly
and his whole being yearn for Yuuri's return even more.
Gunter had ordered search parties though small and not too many yet for fear of starting panic
over their missing King. But nothing could appease Wolfram's worrying only Yuuri's safe return.
It was a few hours after midnight seven days since Gwendal's last message to the castle.
Wolfram has finally dozed off to dreamland, when rustling in the grounds woke him up. Getting
up with a little difficulty, he looked out the window to see soldiers scurrying about. Gunter was
heading the mess of people directly the soldiers. It looks like he's organizing another search
party.
Knocks on the door startled the Prince a little but motion for the person to enter. Yozak with his
bright orange hair greets him with a fairly wide grin on his face. "He's back," he said. Wolfram
never thought such simple words could ever move him so much.
Nothing was explained to him yet as Yozak assisted him, leading him perhaps to where Yuuri and
his party are. His shock and joy at Yuuri's return was overturned when he recognized where
they were heading - the infirmary wing.
His heart almost stops at the thought of something terrible has happened to Yuuri. But Yozak
leads him on. 'Everything should be fine right. He was smiling when he got me. That's always a
good sign right.' There are aides moving around assisting the people that we coming in. As
Wolfram looks around none of the people being assisted seem to have suffered anything
serious. No one is bleeding. No missing body parts. No screams.
He is lead to the end of the infirmary where private quarters are. Yozak opens the doors for him
and he's tempted to close his eyes. But he keeps them wide open and takes in the room. Gisela
is right beside the bed. Holding onto
Conrart explains what happened to them. "He was being foolish really. But I could not blame
him. After the closing ceremonies of the festival, he ordered our immediate departure. King
Sara's groveling for His majesty to stay a little longer fell to deaf ears. When we reached the
port, the crew informed us of the bad weather that we should not even think about leaving. The
storm truly was pretty bad. Gwendal's and my own suggestions of postponing departure until
dawn were not heard. He used his majutsu. Blue energy enveloped him throughout our
journery which kept the clouds, the rains, and the winds at bay. To be honest, I had not thought
that anyone could control the weather and the seas the way he did that night."
There's a pause and Conrart breathes out a sigh showing dissappointment - at himself mainly.
He seems to be blame himself for letting such a thing happen to his charge. "But he had not
rested since the party. Not to mention he had a few drinks and he was obviously worried sick -
berrating himself for even leaving your side." Looking at Wolfram at that last statement; hoping
that he could see the sincerity in Yuuri and his own intentions. "We were already in the middle of
the journey back when he lost his control." He paused for a little break as one of the aides made
him drink some medicine to improve his strength. Perhaps to renew any lost stamina.
"Before we knew what was going on, in the middle of the sea, all the forces came at us at once.
The storm came back with a vengeance. Heavy rains made manning the ship nearly impossible.
The winds were coming from all directions; howling at us. Truly the worst possible conditions to
be at sea. I tried to take His majesty below the deck so he can rest away from the weather. But
once he regained his wits he did his best to concentrate once more and calm the seas. That lead
to a whirlpool enveloping the whole ship. When we all came to, the seas were calmer but just a
little different. Gwendal had the men make repairs on the ship and get it ready to set sail as soon
as possible. His majesty was still unconscious when a few hours later, a party arrived in a
helicopter."
The term helicopter had the audience bewildered. They had never heard of such a thing nor
seen a contraption as Conrart described.
Conrart continued. "Somehow we were transported to Earth."