Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN KAZE TO KI NO UTA and I DO NOT OWN KYOU KARA MAOU

It is not my property, no profit made.

I have always wanted to write it and I finally did it. A crossover between Kyou Kara Maou, and Kaze To Ki No Uta. For people who aren't familiar with the second fandom, there's some info on Wikipedia. It's a very heartbreaking and beautiful story- inspired by one of my favourite books/films. I won't spoil the story, though.

I'm sorry for people reviewing my other works in progress, I don't mean to have so many fics, but most of them (like A Mysterious Inhabitant) will eventually get finished since my inspiration and strength to write are back.

I hope to get things and characters the more IC possible.

As for Thomas, in this story, he's inspired by Thomas no Shinzou (Hagio Moto). The film (version 2005) and book Pride and Prejudice helped me to have inspiration for this fic.

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It was after her children's waking up and during their breakfast, in the most sun lighted dining-room, that Lady Cecilie opened her new letters for the day. Seated in front of Wolfram and Gilbert, she was dressed for a meeting with Wolfram's uncle, Waltorana von Bielefeld who was known for his deep care towards Wolfram. Gilbert had always- in silence- admired their relationship based on trust and esteem and was trying to understand why he hadn't been as lucky as his German cousin.

He buried his endless jealous thoughts as he swallowed his toast and his aunt unfolded the letter she had chosen first to read. The breakfast was copious today.

" Oh my, my! Look at who's sending a letter! Our Japanese pen pals! What a pleasant surprise!"

Wolfram- busy with slicing his bread in equal pieces- shot his head up with wide eyes, and Gilbert, too, had his attention caught. Celi- as her close friends liked to nickname her- smiled at the amusing reaction of her boys. She knew who was creating such a vivid interest within them; a certain brunet boy often being against his will the object of their talks.

" Yuuri is going to come?" Wolfram asked in a breath.

She nodded, still smiling.

" Oh yes, and he will stay longer in the country. He's learning the European manners to be able to make business here. After all, he'll become the head of his father's company. What heavy duties he's already had on his shoulders. His father is ill, and his mother can't always travel with him. As for his big brother, he's already busy in Japan. So everything relies on Yuuri Shibuya!" She sighed but the two boys noticed her tenderness for the Asian boy. " I heard he has become a very handsome young man; every girl in Verona, where he stayed for a short journey, is said to have fallen for him...and I can see that some boys too aren't indifferent to his charm!"

Wolfram and Gilbert both blushed, though Wolfram worse than his cousin for everyone around him remembered how badly he'd treated Yuuri at their first encountering. Then, before the Japanese go back to Japan, Wolfram had cried like a little boy who had lost his favourite friend. A lot of people had then teased the proud blond about it; now he was trying to deny his attraction and attachment towards Yuuri to save the rest of pride that remained.

Gilbert wasn't so timid with Yuuri. He'd come to appreciate the boy and enjoyed every minute of his company. Oh, he had been indifferent to him, as a first reaction, then, scornful- almost mimicking Wolfram's ill attitude. But Yuuri had reminded him so much of someone he had known in the past that he couldn't despise him any more. On the contrary now, every time he was spending a few weeks with them, he stayed by his side.

He was getting bored here. He liked Wolfram...but the latter often spent his time with his soldiers- Wolfram was a military man after all. He was a respected captain and he couldn't miss his nearly daily training. He looked at Lady Celi; she too was a very popular woman. He was grateful towards her to replace the mother he'd never had and met...but she had her social duties too. He also refused to go back to his school (in France)- where he had been so unhappy and felt so abandoned by everyone and where he had let and allowed the others to abuse him in every sense of the word. Here, there were schools of the same kind, but he'd turned his back to them and Lady Celi had found nothing better than home-schooling him.

Gilbert also had no right to frequent the boys of the nearest village either. The reason of this strict rule was that a few years before, he'd stained his cousin's family's reputation by sleeping with boys and girls all around without hiding it. He had gained a sad reputation of whore. Understanding the boy's personality and supporting him in every way, Celi couldn't nonetheless accept and permit such things, knowing there would in the end be serious consequences on Wolfram's future. However great her care for Gilbert was, she had to control his impulses. So...Gilbert was often alone in the castle. Despite being fully accepted and now loved here, he did still feel like a stranger to them. The transplant to another tree- however sturdy and thick it was- wasn't easy.

There was this other cousin, too, Thomas. Thomas was...almost everything he wasn't. Both were extremely beautiful, angelic-looking and good at school. But Thomas was loved by everyone. He had a rare ability to get loved by whoever he wanted. He was also respected- just like Wolfram who got along with him- and admired. And unlike Gilbert, Thomas never got scared of friending people. He always smiled- which started to irritate the French boy- and in spite of rare anger outbursts, the softness of a lamb's behaviour was more natural to Thomas than to himself. This situation was all the more upsetting as Thomas was acting distant with Gilbert and even seemed sometimes to fear him.

So in all this mess, the only one who was approaching Gilbert and that Gilbert could approach without the fear of being rejected was Yuuri. The Japanese boy never pushed anyone away, and was famous for trigging the best in people. That was why Gilbert felt so comfortable with him. He had tried to see if Yuuri was sensitive to his beauty. Yuuri found him extremely pretty...but couldn't seem to fall for the blond, nor sleep with him. He never took advantage of him this way...for that, Gilbert's respect for Yuuri grew each time they were together.

" I'll send a response to inform him we'll receive him whenever he wants," Celi went on, unaware of her boys' pensive state. " The maids will prepare his chambers."

" Mph," Wolfram made mockingly. " Don't give him a bad-lighted bedroom. This wimp is afraid of darkness." He poured tea again in his porcelain cup. Celi remained silent for an instant, raising a well-plucked eyebrow.

" Oh really? How do you know he's afraid of darkness?"

Realizing his mistake, Wolfram was quick to blush. He looked away.

" He told me so! Don't start imagining improbable things, mother. Yuuri Shibuya is a whiner and a wimp."

" ...Someone repeated to me you had spent the night in his bedroom, two years ago."

Gilbert, cup to his lips, watched his cousin with attention, waiting for his answer. He inwardly laughed when he caught sight of Wolfram's deepening blush like a rose would blossom too quickly at the sun's touch.

" This is only...a stupid rumour. I stayed with him because he was sick, remember, mother? He fell in this river while the wind was blowing cold. I was the only one to be able to take care of him."

He had tried to explain this with the most convincing tone possible, something which was quite easy as long as Yuuri wasn't concerned. Her mother, refolding the letter in two, brought her cup to her red lips and took a sip.

" Of course, Wolfram. Of course." She was thinking else, which Wolfram perfectly guessed and which angered him. Not having time to give further thoughts to his mixed feelings towards Yuuri, Wolfram didn't answer as at this moment, an old maid walked into the dining-room.

" Madam, your nephew Thomas has just arrived."

" Oh, fine, make him come here. And serve him a breakfast too."

A couple of minutes later, Thomas was there. The boy looked more and more beautiful with each year passing. His blond hair was straight, unlike Wolf's and Gilbert's, and his difference was again marked by his eyes colour. They were blue like a spring sky, while both Gilbert and Wolfram had emerald green eyes. Younger than them, he had the baby's role. He was dressed elegantly as always when he met his cousins.

" Hello, my boy. How are you?"

" I'm fine, thank you, my aunt." He went to kiss her then headed towards Wolfram:

" Hello, Wolfram," he said, kissing his cheek too.

" Good morning," the captain answered with a smile, pulling a chair for him. Thomas only addressed a look at Gilbert and a nod.

" Gilbert."

The latter remained silent, giving him a cold, sufficient stare. Lady Celi didn't like this animosity between the two. She clasped her hands together, letting her faint irritation out:

" Boys, please, kiss each other. You're family, too, after all."

Gilbert didn't move an inch, gazing with the same way at the third boy. Complying, Thomas walked towards him and bent to kiss him. As soon as his lips touched the soft, fresh cheek, he felt cold fingers pinching his hand. He gasped and stepped back. Wolfram glared at Gilbert and would have slapped him if his self-control wasn't enough to hold him back. Thomas turned on his heels, sitting between Celi and Wolfram. When he was served a delicious breakfast, he asked for the news.

" Yuuri Shibuya will visit us, soon."

" Y...Yuuri?" he said with hesitation. " The Chinese boy?"

" Japanese," Wolfram corrected. " This wimp is back."

" You don't like him?"

"...He plays on my nerves, to be exact."

" But didn't you cry when he left Germany?"

Celi chuckled. Gilbert rolled his eyes, already thinking of something else. As for Wolfram who thought that decidedly everyone was teasing him about Yuuri, he shook his head.

" No. I didn't cry. Who would cry over someone like him? Every time he's here, he takes inconsiderate decisions that lead us to our loss. I wonder how his father lets him rule his business when his son is such a walking catastrophe. I even marvel at the fact his business hasn't failed yet."

" A little bird tells me that insulting someone so intensely just as you do, Wolf, with Yuuri, is a way to deny or hide one's attraction for this person." Celi was a wise woman after all; she knew the Human being's heart with perfection. It was enough to set a laugh out of Thomas' mouth. He looked at Wolf who was squirming with embarrassment and his "you're wrong, mother!" mantra, and said:

" If you like him well, you can tell him. He won't reject you. I've heard enough of him to know that."

" Such a fine advice, my boy," Celi commented, " listen to your youngest, Wolfram. It can help you improve your temper."

" Thank you mother, but I need no advice. And I will ignore Yuuri Shibuya as long as he stays here."

" That will be very difficult. I have the intention to organize a party to welcome him. Don't forget your civilized manners, Wolfram. And this party will be a good opportunity to celebrate your older brothers' return. Gwendal and Conrad are back from the war. I want them to find a warm home once they arrive here." She had missed her sons. Her pride for them was augmented every time she heard they had had success in society but also in battles.

" As if my big brother Gwendal likes partying," Wolfram said. " He will turn a blind eye to every woman sighing with love for him." Gwendal was the only one that he openly considered as his brother. For Conrad, Wolf thought he deserved another treatment. And for a good reason.

Thomas wished he was older to take part in this feast. He wondered if his mother would allow him an exception that would delight him, for she didn't want him to frequent the high society yet due to his young age. Gilbert was internally content. He wanted to wear the beautiful clothes he'd chosen with his aunt when they were in Paris. He concealed his real reason for such a nice humour; at the party, there'd be lots of people. So maybe some people to seduce and get in his bed. Of the three boys, he was the only one who had tasted the sensual pleasures, to his knowledge. He could resist sex, but he still thought about it sometimes. He glanced at Wolfram.

The soldier had had many and many occasions to sleep with people...but Wolfram wanted to wait for his "good" one, and had a better, tighter hold of his own esteem, mostly since Gilbert had nearly dirtied his reputation with stains of shame (even if Wolfram was also keen on getting shirtless in front of his lust-filled soldiers, because of his so-called injuries or the hot weather when he trained). He wondered, feeling a slight curiousness crossing his mind, who would be "lucky" enough to get Wolfram. The blond didn't lack any fine qualities required in society.

He felt a pang of jealousy striking his chest.

TBC