A Taste of Fate

Full Summary: AUish. Greta had been looking for the perfect spouse for Yuri, but nobody seems fit for the position, especially not Ivy von Valyerd, a seductive blond that intends to marry the Maou. But Greta's hopes are quickly raised when Cheri's third son that Yuri and Greta have yet to meet comes home. And Greta thinks that Wolfram von Beilefeld would be the perfect match for Yuri. Now if only she could get them to see that.

This? Simply a small break from Red October, though I won't stop updating that story. And if ya'll hate Greta, sorry, she's important simply because she intends to get Yuri and Wolfram together. Other parings? Ya'll tell me if you want that. But the main paring is Yuuram and all that obvious jazz. Also, I'm hoping to up Greta's character some. I don't hate her, and I don't like her, she's just there.

Chapter 1

Greta had never been one to hate people just from first impressions. She wasn't one to be rude, or even hateful. But she wanted to wring Ivy von Valyerd's nicely shaped neck. She wanted to sick a whole pack of sandbears on her to tear her perfectly satin skin to shreds. But most of all, Greta just wished that she would drop off the face of the planet so she could stay away from her clueless father.

She was young, not stupid. Living the way she had before coming to the castle taught many life lessons way too early, and one blonde haired hussy playing nice to get on her dad's good side wasn't going to fool her.

She truly, deeply loved Yuri with all her heart. He had saved her from a cruel fate, had taken her in and loved her when no one else would, and for that, she wanted to find him someone that would love him for him not because of his position as Maou.

And because she loved him, she refused to have Ivy fill in that position. No, she'd get rid of her somehow, she had too, for Yuri's sake. He was so clueless, completely swindled by that fake, sweet happy blond routine Ivy presented him with.

And it was clearly Greta's job to find him someone worthy of him, because no one else seemed to think there was more behind that façade Ivy put up.

This had been her mission for the past month, and so far it had gone completely down the drain. She twisted the flower held in her fingers and then stopped, feeling guilty for doing so. It wasn't the flower's fault that her father was a clueless idiot that couldn't tell that he was being played when his 8 year old daughter could.

Nope. Clearly Yuri's fault.

"How's it going Greta?"

Greta looked up and frowned when she saw it was Ivy, smiling all sweet and buttery at her. She resisted the urge to tell her that it had been going pretty well without her around.

"Good." She answered shortly, not even pretending to smile, as she had to every time they were around everyone else.

Ivy's smile faltered, and a glare entered her brilliant blue eyes, but she still continued on with the act.

"Are you having fun?"

I was before you showed up. "No."

Ivy's smile dropped completely off her face, and her lips twisted into a sneer, finally dropping her act like Greta knew she would.

"Look little girl, you've been irking me since I've got here and-"

"Excuse me, but I must be meeting everyone for breakfast." She said coolly and walked away with a small flare of her dress. That always served to irritate the vile woman.

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When Greta greeted her father and settled down to eat, she couldn't help but notice how Cheri seemed to be buzzing with happiness. She blinked. Had she missed something? She took a quick glance around the table. Gwendal looked slightly less grumpy, his mouth pressed together in a straight line rather than a frown. Conrad's smile was just a tab brighter, and not really noticeable if you didn't really know the man. Gunter looked slightly pensive, which was an unusual expression on him.

And her father looked clueless, his own eyes straying to take in everyone's expressions.

"Is uh, everything okay? Did I miss something?"

"Oh Heika!" Cheri gushed, looking as if she might spring onto him at any given time, and Yuri couldn't help but edge back a little. "My little Wolfie is coming home!"

Yuri only provided her news with a slow, confused blink. "Wolfie?"

Conrad coughed into his hand and took up explaining like he always did. "Yes Yuri, Wolfram von Beilefeld, mother's third son and my youngest half brother. He's been away training at his father's home, the Beilefeld territory. He's also one of the ten aristocrats."

Wow, another brother, one he hadn't met yet. "Is he half Mazoku like you Conrad?" He couldn't help asking curiously.

Conrad gave a laugh at that strange thought. "No, he's a full Mazoku."

But by now, Yuri was completely curious. "What's he like?"

"Oh, Wolfie's wonderful! And so beautiful to, perhaps-"

"Pease don't go there mother." Gwendal broke in, looking none to pleased with the thought of his baby brother being involved in any relationships.

Conrad only shook his head, knowing exactly what Gwendal was thinking, and perhaps feeling slightly the same way. "He's……interesting to say the least."

Gwendal shot him a look. "Not up to saying the truth Conrad?"

Conrad only seemed to smile back, but Yuri noticed that there seemed to be a hard glint in his brown eyes. "No, simply….letting things run its course."

Gwendal appraised him slowly, before he frowned. "I see."

And Yuri could see that that was the end of the conversation.

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It was later that day that Greta found herself once again in the garden. Hopefully Ivy wouldn't make a second appearance. Greta could only take the ruining of her day once. But something caught her attention, as she realized she was no longer alone.

A boy kneeled a few feet from where she stood, clad in a blue uniform. He had blond hair, but she couldn't see his features from the position he was in. But at her startled gasp he turned towards her, and he was absolutely beautiful.

Lovely green eyes peered at her from an equally lovely face, much more lovely than Ivy could ever hope to be. And, Greta realized, he looked just like Cheri! This must be Wolfram then!

She hesitated to speak to him, not knowing how he was, or how he felt about humans, like some of the racist guards around here that Yuri didn't know about. But he looked nice enough.

"Um, h-hello. Are you Wolfram?"

An eyebrow was raised and she blushed, feeling slightly foolish. He stood, brushing himself off, and Greta was glad to find that he was the same height as her father, both very puny looking for one thing.

"And who would be asking?" A soft, yet slightly kind if not arrogant voice asked.

"I'm Greta."

Wolfram tilted his head. "Hm. I see, so you are the Maou's adopted daughter. Mother has mentioned you in her letters."

She twisted her fingers nervously, not knowing what else to say. So of course she was much surprised when he kneeled before her, a sweet smile blooming across his face.

"Shy aren't you? No need to be nervous of me, I will not harm you, princess."

"G-Greta. Just Greta please."

His smile deepened, and Greta found herself in love with that smile already. "Well then Greta, you may call me Wolfram."

And so, Greta spent many hours out with Wolfram in the garden, simply talking about anything and everything. It seemed strange to become so close with a stranger, but he exuded a warm presence, and it felt good, to have someone she could tell everything too. Though she said nothing of the whole Ivy situation, she didn't know if that was such a good idea yet.

It was when the two was entering the castle that the trouble started.

Greta had to deal with this everyday, and had told no one, not because of any fear on her part, but simply for her gentle father, who would be torn if he knew that even some of his efforts at uniting the humans and demons just did not always work, not even from the guards in this castle. But she had hoped to avoid this today.

She was kicked hard in the side and she could not help the gasp of pain that escaped her lips as she crashed to the ground. She felt ashamed, to have her newfound friend witness such, and even worse, Yuri and the others had just rounded the corner and witnessed the whole thing. The horrified look on Yuri's face would forever be entrapped in her mind.

But surprise quickly overshadowed her shame when that beautiful smile on Wolfram's face melted and became a snarl instead, gentle green eyes now burning with a fury she had never seen before. His hand shot out, grabbing the guard roughly by his collar and jerked the much larger man down to glare sharply into his face.

They were all surprised at the completely calm tone of voice, contrary to his rough actions.

"I'm not even going to ask you why you would do such a moronic thing. Personally, I don't care." Wolfram hissed softly. "But I want you to get out right now and never come back. You are not welcome here."

"B-but-"

"Get the fuck out!" Wolfram finally screamed and kicked the man just as hard, if not harder than he kicked Greta. There was clearly the sound of ribs cracking from the force. The man scampered away the best he could, but Wolfram ignored him, the sweet smile once again back on his face as he kneeled.

Greta whimpered slightly at the pain in her side when he pressed a hand down, no doubt feeling for broken ribs.

"Only bruised then." Wolfram raised an eyebrow. "Guess he hadn't kicked you as hard as I thought. Oops."

And that simple statement made her laugh, even if it hurt to do so.

And as Yuri approached, Greta knew, without a doubt, that Wolfram was the one Yuri needed, the one she needed as well. And she wouldn't let Ivy get in the way of making them see that either.

And as Black and Green met, Yuri met Wolfram von Beilefeld, and to say he was stunned, well, not much to explain there.

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I hope this was okay, not really sure what I'm doing with it, but I'll figure it out eventually.