Author's Note: Hello everyone! I'm really sorry for grammar mistakes and the punctuation. I think there is something wrong. I hope you'll have fun with my story and please review. It's my first fanfic so don't be mean.
Disclaimer: I don't own kyou kara maou. Surprise, surprise! But who knows what happens tomorrow.
Don't bet with a demon
Prologue
I thought that I've learned something in the last few years, like being a good king, a great father, an acceptable swordsman…and to handle with my fiancé. With the last point I was absolutely wrong and should have known that. I guess over sixty years difference in age is in fact a long time especially when you deal with a soldier who knows apparently a lot of dirty tricks. How else could that have happened?
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"You wimpy cheater! How dare you are to flirt with Saralegi when all nobles from the neighbouring countries and other alliances are present! It's so embarrassing! Why should they believe you being loyal when you can't be trusty to your fiancé?!" yells a hot-tempered Wolfram at me. We are standing in my/our bedroom for this trip and I really wish to be everywhere but not here.
"I haven't flirted with anyone! You always are anticipating that! ", I shouted back. "I would be happy if one of your accusations would be true!"
I can't bear the same discussions over and over again. Saralegi only invited us to stay for his planned party because of our signed off connection. He wants to celebrate it and hasno interest in me.
"I only thanked him for the festivity. Besides we aren't really engaged, so don't interfere in my business!" I'm shouting.
"We aren't really engaged?!" he's gasping for air, "And that you have slapped me was imagination, an illusion?"
"You exactly know why I did so. Would I've known the meaning I had used my fist." Okay that was an absolutely bad declaration. Wolfram sends a killing gaze at me takes a step forward during I take a step back. He stares angrily at me and then knocked me down.
"You want to use your fists, baka? So just try it." Short time later I realise I'm lying on the cold floor next to the bed, he's above me, holding my wrist on each side of my head.
"Oh my dear, what's up? Didn't you want to hit me?" I try to break away but he's too strong. An evil smile appears on his angelic face. Knowing I can't win. Dammit! I'm the maou, I should be able to get free.
"What's so bad about the engagement between us? We are friends, aren't we?" he asking me demanding. "We will have a good marriage."
"Isn't it obvious? We are both men! On to of that I can't marry any friend because he's a friend. From the sound of it I could be married with Murata or Conrad."
"You want to marry my own brother although you are engaged to me? " Wolfram asks with a low voice. I never wanted to upset him. Ahh! He' so childish and confusing.
"Wolfram keep cool. I haven't said that. It was an example. You be aware of the certainties that on earth especially in Japan man-man relationships aren't seen from the bright side. It's weird." I try to explain.
"We're not on earth and I will no longer accept this as an excuse. What's your problem with me?" After a long silence I understand that he really wants to know the reasons.
Carefully I start. "You are too jealous and overprotective. I don't cheat but you never believe me. You always sleep in my bed and kick my out of it. It's so annoying and achy." Every moment I expect a scream or bruises on my body but nothing happened. Warily I look up in his face. He seems to be expectant for more.
"Go on. I want to know. I have to be a plague." In fact those were my points. I haven't more. Stop, stop. Am I right? Am I the one overreacting? No, I wouldn't start thinking so.
"I guess that's it." Wolfram raises an eyebrow.
"For all that you provoke an argument?" he says bored.
"In fact we are in an argument," I corrected.
"We're not."
"We are."
"We're not," he explains in a singsong. "We weren't in an argument yet."
"We are and we were often." He negates.
"I'm right."
"No."
"Yes! I'm the maou so of course I'm right and you're not," during my stupid behaviour I prick against his chest.
"No! You're not and because you are the maou you have enough people around you who tell you wimp", he pricks back, "that you're wrong."
"People who say that you are a brat know what they say. I bet you couldn't stop your behaviour for only a month!" Slowly I recognise in which position we are. He's sitting on me and the scary fact is that it doesn't bother me. It's kind of comfortable.
"You will lose this game!" he proclaims self-confident.
"Oh Wolfram that was only a phrase," I try to tell him.
"So Yuuri you are also an afraid wimp?" he asks mischievous.
"No. So about what do you want to bet?" I think it's not the best letting him choose the prices but I don't let me tease with my apparently fear.
"I will be absolutely calm for a month except I'm always calm and you'll not cheat on me for the same time" he begins but I interrupt him.
"Does calm include that you aren't allowed to yell at me, sleep in my bed and be angry?"
"That's fine with me." Suddenly he sits up and comes to the important part.
"But when I…"
"If you…"
"That's not the question. So when I'll win you take me along o whole month on earth."
"No way! One month peace isn't enough for that."
"You should stop interrupting me Yuuri. Should you win I'll let you date whom ever for a whole month and wouldn't say anything. So what do you say?"
My goddess. There must be a trick. He would never stand beside me and let me chat with a girls and I'm also allowed to meet them. Have fun. Wow.
"During our bet you are in the castle or not? You wouldn't travel with your troops?" Maybe he will only go away and could win without effort.
"I'll be there." He nods. "What do you think about me?!"
"Can I meet the girls alone?" I can't imagine that.
"Of course. If you won, you would get your price."
"I accept the bet!"
We shake hand.
My blood runs cold.
I guess I fell into a trap.