I had planned to marry her. She was like an angel to me. Soft eyes, silky black hair, rosy lips, everything about her made me feel right again. Why, or rather, how did it turn out like this?!
"Mm... Yuuri..." the small voice came from a blonde boy sleeping beside me. He looks great, I'll give him that, but he's a boy!!
Seeing him reminded me of her. He was quite similar to her, except for the hair and eye colour, the gender and also the personality.
Wolfram's hand suddenly flopped itself on top over my chest. My head turned to his sleeping face and turned away almost instantaneously. My face was hot. Damn, if only he could stop wearing that nightdress, it would really help my sanity.
"Yuuri..." Wolfram's head moved closer to me. It connected with the side of my neck. My leg twitched. Who the hell can sleep with him doing that? If I don't do something soon, I'd lose myself...
I forced myself to look at the unusually bright moon in the direct view from my window.
"It's been two years, I see..." I muttered to myself. Wolfram continued to snore.
Two years ago, I was appointed the Maou (Demon King) of this world. Events soon followed, but the biggest, and worst of them all was when I misused their strange customs.
Slapping one's left cheek, no matter what the reason, is a proposal for one's hand in marriage... Of course I was devastated when I learned of that after I struck Wolfram because he insulted my human mother. I was even more mortified that he didn't decline when he could've. Instead, we ended up duelling...which eventually confirmed my right as the Maou...
Ah, I wonder if I will ever see her again...
My return trips to Earth have always occupied my time. The burden of an entire nation rests upon my shoulders. How could I ever face her like this? Just walk up to her and say "Hi, I'm a Demon King! How're you doing?"? Oh sure, that'll work.
"Sigh..."
"Yuuri?" Wolfram had woken up.
"Ah, sorry, I woke you up."
"Damn right you did, Wimp." I no longer retorted on that name. He and I know full well that no one's, especially me, is a wimp around here.
Wolfram realigned himself on the bed and went back to sleep. At least I think he did. His face wasn't facing me so I can't tell he's sleeping. If he doesn't snore in 2 minutes, he's definitely staying awake.
Two minutes passed... Five... Ten...
"Ne, Wolfram..."
"Yes?" came the immdiate reply.
"Why aren't you going back to sleep yet?"
"Because you're not."
"...Wolfram..."
"Yes?"
"Thanks, but don't worry, you can go back to sleep."
"I won't until you do." Stubborn as always.
"I'm just thinking about last week's party. I'll go to sleep as soon as I stop reminiscing." He's only staying up for my sake.
"Ne, Yuuri..." Oh, he has a question?
"Yes?"
"We're going to get married this year, right?"
My heart skipped a beat, or did it just beat faster... "W-w-well, our birthdays haven't come yet, but we're legal t-this year."
"Can we get married?" Wolfram had already sat up and his face was now hovering inches above mine.
"W-well, I don't know. Why are you in such a hurry to get married?" My heart's beating so loud I know Wolfram can hear it.
"Greta asked when we'll officially tie the knot. She seems eager for us to get married, and you know I don't want to let her down." That was a lame excuse. But it's true that Greta seems happy to see us together. She's grown into such a cute girl now...
"Wolfram, you're no willing to do this, are you?" Please say no. Please say no.
"Well..."
"You are?!!" My eyes could've been as big as Wolfram's.
"Keep your voice down." Wolfram whispered sharply. He checked the door to make sure no one was coming in. "Yuuri, I just don't want to upset Greta."
"Wolfram, you know what newlyweds have to do when they get married, right?"
Both our faces blushed pink. Wolfram's face was much cuter when it's pink. Because of his blonde hair and angelic face—GAH! Why am I thinking of this? Don't tell me I'm bi!!
"W-w-well... We don't necessarily have to do it...right?" Wolfram said nervously.
"Eh? I thought it was customary here. My mom and dad had to do it too, to have...kids..."
"..."
"..."
"You said that, not me..."
"I know..."
"Yuuri, why are we even discussing this part of the marriage? There're other aspects in it." Wolfram said, lying back down on his pillow and covering himself with the blanket.
"Eh... Well... Umm..." I can't think of an excuse.
"Hentai." Wolfram concluded for me.
"Wolfram!" My face was even redder. I can't believe he's think of me like that.
"Oh, Yuuri, you're shirtless." Wolfram stated flatly. "Lie back down or else you'll catch a cold."
I 'hmph'ed and lied back down beside him. But I moved closer to the edge away from him. "Whatever, let's just go to sleep."
"Hai, hai...zzzz..."
A few hours later...
...WHO THE HELL CAN SLEEP LIKE THIS?!!!!
Bags have formed under my eyes and Wolfram's sleeping like a baby. A rather clingy baby...
GET YOUR HANDS OFF MEEEEE!!!
I woke up to find the blonde general on top of me, arms around my waist in a 'tight lock'. And if this wasn't enough, he's snuggling against the nape of my neck.
DARN IT, GET OFF OF ME YOU LITTLE—
"Yuuri...zzzz" Wolfram's legs moved. His knees are dangerously close to the place between my thighs.
I gotta find something to separate us or else... I shuddered at the thought, but the image in my head had me and the girl... Problem is, she's blonde and flat-chested and looks a damn lot like Wolfram!
"Hanase—Wolfram!" It's no use, this time, he's fast asleep. And it'll take some wonderful miracle to wake him up right now.
He's rubbing against me again!! Must...keep...control...of...
Too late...
"Yuuri..." Wolfram had a tall, long-haired brunette with sharp, piercing eyes in a tight hug... Something was poking his stomach and it was as hard as a stick.
If only he could wake up, then maybe he could've saved his innocence...
Author's note:
I am too darn immature to be writing this... Chapter 2 is... well, it's not unexpected...
