Disclaimer: I don't own KKM or The Grudge or even any snowglobes, just this pitiful fanfic… boo-hoo…
Warning: a little lime…
Pairing: Yuuram/Wolyuu
Snowglobe, my arse!!!
The Snowglobe
Yuri had just gotten off from school on a Friday afternoon and was riding his bicycle home, humming some sappy love song to himself and thinking (and missing terribly) a particular blond that he left behind in the Great Demon Kingdom. He was passing by a nearby lake when he heard someone yell.
"Hey, mister! Watch out!"
He turned to look but what greeted his poor face so hard with a loud thud was a black and white soccer ball and it sent the double-black toppling towards the waiting water which in turn swirled around and around swallowing the boy whole…
-oOo-
It was almost dusk in the Great Demon Kingdom when Yuri returned unceremoniously through the huge cooking pot that was about to be heated in the kitchen. And it was the screams of the maids that brought the panic-stricken Conrart and Wolfram into the room, their swords drawn anticipating an attack.
As the double-black clambered out of the pot he spat out a chunk of carrot that found itself into the king's mouth as he was coming out for air. "No Sadako, just me!" he joked which was probably a bad idea as Wolfram pointed the tip of his sword to his fiancé's neck.
"Who is this Sadako you speak of? Spill it out, wimp!" His green eyes narrowed, furious and almost ready to shoot out fire.
Yuri held out his hands in defense. "Relax, Wolf!" He pushed the tip away that was dangerously close to his neck and stood up. "Sadako's just a character from a movie. She's not even real."
"But you like her," Wolfram persisted on.
"What?! Didn't you listen to what I said? She's not real. She's a made up character for a horror movie. She emerges from the water and kills her unsuspecting preys," Yuri tried to explain which only baffled the blond more.
"That doesn't make sense. Why would she hide from in the water? Why doesn't she just attack them from behind or when they're defenseless?"
Yuri sighed. This was going nowhere. "Forget it, okay?"
Wolfram's eyes narrowed even more. "You have something to hide from me, you cheater?"
With clenched fists, Yuri yelled, "For crying out loud, I AM NOT CHEATING ON YOU!" When the implications of what he actually said settled in his mind, he blushed. "I mean –"
Wolfram just smirked as he sheathed his sword. "Whatever, wimp!"
"I'm not a wimp," Yuri only muttered as he tried to suppress the dark blush that had crept up his face but failed miserably.
"Whatever you say, wimp."
"I told you, I'm – ah! Forget it!"
"Welcome back, Your Majesty." Conrart smiled at his godson, his sword already sheathed at his side. "We should get you changed before you catch a cold. We wouldn't want to worry Gunter too much. You know how he is."
Yuri smiled back and nodded.
As they started to head out of the kitchen, Conrart chuckled. "Good thing you arrived a bit earlier. If it was a few minutes later, you would have been cooked."
Wolfram followed them and wrinkled his nose, "Can you just imagine eating wimp stew? Don't make me lose my appetite, Lord Weller."
"Wolfram!" Yuri whined. "Stop calling me wimp!"
"Sure wimp!"
Yuri sighed and decided to let this one go then turned to Conrart, "and Conrad?"
The older man looked down at him, "Yes, Your Majesty?"
"Considering that you were the one who named me, I thought it wouldn't be too difficult for you to remember my name, which happened to sound like urine?" the dark-haired boy hinted as he cringed inwardly when sudden flashbacks of his classmates taunting him mercilessly because of his name ran through his mind in a second.
Conrart laughed. "I'm sorry. I never really thought your mother would actually give you the name I had suggested. I was glad when she did, though."
"Good for you, Conrad," Yuri muttered rather sarcastically.
His godfather just smiled. "We should hurry… Yuri."
Yuri smiled back. Much better!
-oOo-
Wolfram looked at his older brother, annoyed and wondered impatiently when he would leave him and Yuri alone. Conrart even went with them to bedchambers he and Yuri shared when His Majesty had a change of clothes and out in the hallways when they were headed to Gwendal's office.
"Lord Weller, don't you have some other business to attend to?" Wolfram asked suggestively.
Conrart brought his hand to his chin and thought pensively. "Umm… No, not really."
Wolfram fumed. Can't this guy take a hint? Leave us alone dammit!
Fortunately, before Wolfram blew, an out of breath soldier came running to them. "Lord Weller, Lord von Christ said he needed to speak with you immediately. He said it was urgent."
The brunet nodded. "I'll get to it right away," then sent the soldier off and turned to his brother and godson. "I must leave you two now. I have some meeting to attend to."
"I'm coming with you," the dark-haired boy declared which alarmed his fiancé.
Oh, no, you don't! Wolfram thought as he tugged on Yuri's arm.
Conrart finally taking the hint, smiled. "No, it's okay, Your Majesty. I'm sure this is nothing important."
"But Gunter said it is urgent. War could be brewing at the borders. I must be involved when it comes to matters of the country."
Wolfram rolled his eyes. Oh please!
"Don't worry, Yuri. Gunter's probably just exaggerating, like he almost always does." Conrart deliberately used his godson's name to help convince him to stay and it must have worked because Yuri nodded.
"Okay, Conrad, but you have to brief me on it later."
"Very well, Your Majesty," Conrart said with a slight bow.
"Hey! What happened to 'Yuri'?"
His godfather chuckled. "See you later, Yuri," then turned to his brother, "Wolfram."
The blond merely nodded and watched his half-brother disappear around the corner. "Finally! I thought he'd never leave!"
"Why? Do still – oomph!" Before Yuri could finish his sentence, he was pushed against the concrete wall and Wolfram's lips were pressed hard against his own. He tried to say something but all that came out was, "Mmm, umm… hmm nnm…"
The blond broke the kiss momentarily only to gaze at his fiancé with lustful green eyes that gleamed with pure lasciviousness. "God, Yuri! I missed you so much," he whispered huskily.
"I miss – mmm…" and his lips were ravished hungrily again.
Even though Wolfram was already osculating his fiancé's lips, he still felt hungry – but not for something edible. Well, technically, Yuri was edible – which can mean so many things to Wolfram and that was exactly what he wanted to do: eat Yuri. The thought made him feel hot, and not because it was summer, and deepened the kiss which made Yuri moan, which made him feel even hotter and pressed his body against his fiancé. His hands crawled to the young king's firm butt and pulled his hips against his own, making Yuri feel how much Wolfram exactly missed him then heard the double-black whimper. Wolfram always believed that actions always expressed things way better and clearer than words.
The prince's lips traveled down to the other boy's chin then jaw, nipping every now and then, then down to the side of his neck. The scent of Yuri made his libido go on overdrive; Yuri smelled just so damn sexy!
"Mmm… Wolf…" Yuri murmured.
Wolfram started to open Yuri's shirt when he was stopped. The blond looked up at his face expecting an explanation.
Yuri blushed a little. "Umm… We can't do this here."
"Fine! You are such a wimp!" then grabbed his fiancé's hand and went in the nearest room he spotted. As soon as the door was closed, Yuri was slammed again against the wooden door and the ravishing continued.
"Umm…" Yuri started again.
"What now?"
"Someone could come in and we'd get caught red-handed."
Wolfram sighed with exasperation. "Really, Yuri. You are acting like you're still a virgin."
"I just feel uncomfortable if anyone knew, okay? Sue me, I'm shy!"
"Oh? That's not what I'm seeing when we're alone," Wolfram teased. He thought his fiancé looked just adorable when flustered.
Yuri blushed, "Er… well, that's a different story! Why can't we just go to our room?"
Wolfram's face was near his again and Yuri could feel the heat that the prince emitted, the need, the want, the wanton greed. "It's too damn far. Would a closet suffice?" Without even waiting for an answer, Yuri's wrist was grabbed and the king was dragged to the closet.
"Wolf, you realize you're the only person whom I allow to push me around?"
"It's because you're such a pushover, a wimp!"
"Hey! I'm the king here. I should be doing all the pushing!"
Wolfram glanced back at him, a naughty look in his face. "Why don't we take turns, Yuri?"
"Gah! I didn't mean that!" he yelled and was shoved to the dark closet. He looked around but couldn't see anything at all. "Damn! It's dark in here!" The next thing he saw was a ball of fire suspended in mid-air and Wolfram looking at him like the hungry devil ready to devour his poor, not so innocent victim.
Once again, the pushover was pushed against the wall by his pushy fiancé ready for some – pushing… Their lips and hips were pressed against each other again and made both of them breathless. Even though Yuri was in the heat of the moment which almost drove him to the brink of insanity, he still had the lucidity to try to reach for the doorknob, "Lock… the… door…"
Wolfram stomped his foot and furiously locked the door himself then glared at the dark-haired boy, albeit looking a bit hurt, "Geez, Yuri! Don't you miss me?"
"O-of course I do."
"It doesn't seem like it. You're making up all the excuses to –"
"I'm not making up excuses, Wolf. I really miss you. I just want to make sure that we're not caught, that's all."
Wolfram looked at his fiancé with doubt. "Honestly?"
"Honestly."
The licentious fiancé brought his mouth close to Yuri's ears, deliberately puffing out warm air that made the dark-haired boy tingle all over. "Then show me that you miss me," he drawled, his voice husky, almost daring the other boy to do his worst and sure enough the king lost control and did just what the soldier ordered him to do. The blond was grabbed by the shoulders and pinned against the concrete wall, his blue uniform gone in a blink of an eye. Yuri was trailing hot kisses down his fiancé's neck and collarbone as he struggled with Wolfram's white shirt. And when Yuri's hand slowly reached for that sensitive part between his legs, he couldn't help but moan. Oh… My… God…
It took them a couple of minutes to reach the heavenly skies and back again, panting and sweating all over, but totally satiated.
"Wow," Yuri whispered, totally wiped out from the vigorous activity and was slumped against the wall.
Wolfram just smirked as he buttoned down his uniform. "Mother didn't give me the name Wolf for nothing."
"She must have known, huh?" Yuri asked as he stood up and started to get dressed.
"I think I got my sexual drive from my mother."
"You think your brothers are as rabid as you?"
Wolfram paused for a bit, wondering about his brothers. It was possible that Conrart could be as passionate as he was, but Gwendal? An image of his oldest brother flashed through his mind, naked and in bed with a – cute stuffed animal? No, no… Wolfram shook his head to rid the thought. Now he tried to picture Gwendal with a woman, a woman with long silken lavender hair – was that Gunter? Try Anissina. But it would have been un-gentlemanly of him to picture a woman naked, so Gunter had to stay, because he couldn't think of anyone else. All right, fine. If they want to. Picturing Gwendal on top of Gunter was very difficult for him. Would his face stay so serious like it always was? Maybe a little bit more passionate? But no matter how much he tried, the scowl remained. Ah! This is hopeless. Gwendal's dick would probably just wither and fall off from disuse. I feel sorry for the poor man; besides, who in the world would want to make love to a man whose face looked like he was constipated? Finally, he said to Yuri, "I'm not sure about Gwendal."
When they finally finished dressing, it was Yuri who realized in which closet they were in. He gasped, "Oh no! We're in crazy-lady Anissina's lab!"
"Really?" Wolfram asked, looking up at the shelf full of weird contraptions and doodads and felt distressed. "We'd better make sure she doesn't see us coming out, or she'll make us pay for trespassing," he stated and swallowed a lump in his throat.
"We'd better make sure nobody sees us coming out from her lab or they'll wonder why we're here of all places! Nobody – and I mean, nobody could dare to try and enter this torture chamber," Yuri added flinging his arms around and almost slapping accidentally the blond for the second time.
The prince sighed. "I'm tired of all this hiding, Yuri. Can't we just tell them about this?" Wolfram whined.
"Come on, Wolf. That's so embarrassing. Could you just imagine how they would react when we tell them we've had sex?"
"Made love, Yuri," Wolfram corrected.
"Whatever. Maybe when I'm ready."
Wolfram rolled his eyes and murmured, "When? On your deathbed?"
But the other boy wasn't listening as he was going through the seemingly harmless, but very deadly, objects.
"Yuri, don't touch anything!" the prince hissed.
"Aw, Wolf. I'm not gonna break them."
"That's not what I'm scared of."
"Ooo… hey, a snowglobe! It's huge!"
"Remember Yuri, things aren't always what they seem to be here in her lab."
But like before, Yuri wasn't listening and was already grabbing the object he called a snowglobe, which looked like a big crystal ball on top of a tripod with wires underneath it.The dark boy was looking at it with so much wonder that Wolfram's heart almost melted at such a sweet and innocent sight. This was the boy whom he fell in-love with and it was this boy right in front of him that his whole world revolved around in. This young boy, that was so full of happiness and optimism and could be gentle then deadly in a second, completely stole his heart, little by little and without him even realizing it until Yuri was holding his heart at the palm of his hand. Honestly, How could someone such as the king of the Great Demon Kingdom, that holds so much power, so much danger that could annihilate the Heavens and the earth with one single blow, could look so gentle, so fragile… so sweet? How could something so unpretentious captivate him so? It was a complete mystery to Wolfram. And yet he didn't care. He didn't care if Yuri decided to crush his heart in his palm; all he cared was that he was happy and his Yuri was happy.
"Careful," Wolfram said softly, so choked up with emotion that made the other boy look up, confused at the sudden change of character. Wolfram just smiled as he stood beside his fiancé. "So what does this snowglobe do? Does it contain magic?"
"No, just fake snow and most of the time a figurine of a ballerina or Santa."
"Then what?"
"That's it."
"That's it?"
Yuri nodded.
"Why would anyone want to make this… snowglobe when it doesn't even serve any purpose?"
"Not all things have a purpose, Wolf. They're just for display. Kinda like… paintings."
"Paintings serve a purpose, you wimp! They remind us of history, some remind us of important people in the past. And sometimes they express feelings that can not be put into words. They're not just for aesthetics, you know."
"Fine! Fine! You win!" Yuri shrugged. "We should see what this thing does," he wondered, completely forgetting the hazards of Anissina's world, and examining it. He tried twisting it, pulling on the wires, snapping and knocking on the glass, but still nothing.
"We're swimming in dangerous waters here, Yuri."
"Trust me a little, okay? I promise I won't let anything happen to you. Now, come on and help me."
Wolfram stared at the dark boy for a few seconds then took hold of the glass ball on the other side. "All right. If we die, I'm going to kill you, you wimp."
"Wolf, technically, you wouldn't be able to kill me when I'm dead."
"I'll ask Shinou to raise you and kill you again."
"I doubt he'll grant your request."
Wolfram was about to retort when Yuri yelled out, "Oh, hey, a switch!" then CLICK!
ZAAAP!!! Both of them felt a slight surge of electricity course through their bodies and dropped the crystal ball-like thing to the ground with a loud thud and both of them soon followed, completely dazed. The ball of fire extinguished, leaving them in the darkness of the closet.
Wolfram felt the pain in his butt from falling but rubbed his head which felt just as painful as if he had been hit by a solid rock. "Ow! What the – Yuri, what did you do? I told you that thing was dangerous."
There was silence and Wolfram started to feel panic rising to his chest. What had happened to Yuri?
"Who's there?" a familiar voice called in the darkness. He knew the voice but somehow couldn't put his finger on it. Now in distress, he conjured up fire and light flooded the small chamber. Whom he saw sitting in front of him almost made him pass out or wonder if he had died and was staring into his dead (but awake?) body or was still unconscious inside the closet. Green eyes stared back at him, full with the same disbelief. He looked at the other boy's blond hair and blue uniform. He even had the same sword strapped at his side. What is going on? Why am I looking at myself? Is this a mirror? He raised his hand to touch the image, but when he did he noticed the dark sleeve of his shirt. He looked down his pants, they were black.
"Why – why am I wearing Yuri's clothes?" he thought aloud, not really speaking to the image in front of him.
Then the image spoke, "Because you are Yuri, but that's impossible because I'm Yuri – I think."
"I don't think so! You don't look anything like Yuri. You look like… me."
They just stared at each other for a few good seconds then it hit them. With widened eyes they yelled in unison "THE SNOWGLOBE!" and dove for the thing lying on the ground. They tried the switch again, but nothing happened. They tried again, still nothing. Again. Nothing. Again and again and again. But to no avail.
"Oh great! You broke it!" Wolfram said.
"Hey! You dropped it too!"
"But this wasn't my idea!"
"But you could have told me not to!"
"I distinctly remember warning you!"
"Warning me and telling me not to are two completely different things!"
Wolfram clenched his fists, a low growl rising from his throat. "Yuri…!"
"Um… Wolf? I'm sorry…"
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!!!"
Before Wolfram could do any damage to Yuri in his body, the young king, the wimp that he was, shot up, fumbled with the lock and dashed out of the room.
"YURI! COME BACK HERE! FACE ME LIKE A MAN, YOU WIMP!!!"
-oOo-
"Your Majesty! Where are you, Your Majesty? Why must you hide from me, Gunter, your faithful servant? Why must you torment me so?" The advisor was starting his theatrics ever since he heard that Yuri was back. "Oh no!" he gasped. "Maybe he was kidnapped or sent back to Earth even before I had the chance to say hello and express my deepest admiration to His Majesty!"
"Relax Gunter. I'm sure His Majesty is fine. He's probably just with Wolfram," Conrart said, trying to appease Gunter's troubled emotions.
"That Wolfram! Why is he taking too much of His Majesty's precious time these days?"
"Feeling a bit envious?" Conrart chuckled. "Don't worry, His Majesty hasn't forgotten you."
"Speaking of the devil! Wolfram, I demand to know where you're hiding His Majesty!"
"Hello Gunter Conrad gotta go bye!" and zoomed right past them.
"Wol – fram?" Gunter stammered.
Conrart could only stare at the rapidly retreating form of his younger brother and wondered why Wolfram had addressed him by his first name. And where was he off to in such a hurry?
They were still baffled by Wolfram's discrepancy of character that they didn't notice the black blur that whizzed past them.
"Uh – Your Majesty!" Gunter called out but was ignored. He sank to the floor dramatically. "Oh, woe is me! His Majesty has forgotten about me, Gunter, his faithful servant!"
"Gunter? I'm sure His Majesty has a good explanation for, um, ignoring you today." Conrart tried consoling the distressed advisor again, but only made the wailings louder that echoed in the empty castle hallways.
"I've been forgotten!"
TBC
Notes: About Sadako, she emerges from the TV right? I overlooked that info, but I'm too lazy to change anything now. Oh, and I'm sorry about the lime so early in the story. It had to be done. One more thing, in the later part of the story (you might be confused), when I say Wolfram, I meant Wolf in Yuri form and vice versa, okay? Okay.