Disclaimer: This is just me, writing for the hell of it and putting my town's tax dollars to work for all the English classes! ;D I claim nothing of it as my own save for the plot.

Things Unfurled
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Last Edit: Sunday, September 27, 2009; 11:08 a.m.

Main Pairing: Wolfram and Yuuri

Rating: M; Nothing you lot can't handle I'm sure.

Warnings: Homosexuality, in-depth emotions, unsubtle-innuendo, sexual situations, mild character-self bashing, humor, angst, etc...

Setting: No earthly idea. After everything I guess, excluding the OVAs. It's been a long time since I've actually seen the anime guys, le'mme tell you.

Preface:
Unearthing

Pushed onwards by a nameless drive, Yuuri could only barely breathe as he ascended the corridor that led to Wolfram's art studio. In the years they had been together, though not by marriage, many changes had come about the people within the realm.

A new peace had been put forth, which Shin Makoku was still unaccustomed to. Old alliances, which had previously been all but forgotten, were strung up and renewed. New journeys and quests, fraught with danger and disarray, were committed in hopes of gaining more recognition…

New feelings too, had formed, that had the irrevocable tendency to arise whenever he looked at a particular blond.

He paused momentarily to steady his breath as he leaned against the corridor. So many things had been happening around the people, the kingdom, and the land. Yet so little had been done to improve his own personal issues; through no fault of anyone more so than himself...

He shook his head agitatedly, to dispel such distracting thoughts, before recalling vividly his latest conversation with a certain red-haired scientist and why he was in such a rush. He could only hope, with waning optimism, that Anissina had been wrong.

Conrad, Yozak, Murata and he had gone on another long journey for rare magical enhanced artifacts, which normally earned them brownie points with more would-be allies. Though, as of late, this was decidedly pointless from his view; if they wanted to be his allies they should not have the gall to expect even more from him. He was, to be frank, starting to get rather sick of the whole, leave-your-castle-for-weeks-on-end-and-do-meaningless-tasks and effectively jump through the hoops, bit.

However, an additional perk of that particular mission was that along the way they would pass a field which housed an apparently elusive flower. It was beautiful, rare, fragrant, and exceedingly potent in uses for medicinal herbs and power storage.

Once they had arrived within the meadow on their way back, they would have the time and tools required to uproot several of the atypical vegetation and try to recreate it's habitat within Blood Pledge. Not a bad plan really.

Especially considering that it worked.

It was flawless.

Oh, had Anissina forgotten to mention that if you inhaled the scent of the flower, or moreover inhaled it's pollen, your most hidden personal side of you would be left unchecked and have free reign on your body!? No? Well, it's a good thing that he hadn't of sniffed them then!

However, upon their return to the castle, in an act of atonement towards Wolfram for having been gone so much as of late...

Wrapped in an arrangement that was the perfect shade if emerald eyes as his friend, and complete with a rather heart felt letter….He had sent a bouquet of the flora to Wolfram's room.

He hated himself sometimes he really did.

Surely it couldn't be possible for someone with such like he with such addle-ridden-brains to exist. What, on Shin Makoku, made him think for one second that anything Anissina wanted would be safe to give to a normal person?

The most common denominator in this entire situation, he realized belatedly, was his naivety. He shook his head distastefully, before renewing his efforts to reach the room the flowers had been delivered to on his command no less than a mere hour ago.

He knew that that was the place Wolfram tended to brood while he was gone. Yuuri just hoped that maybe Wolfram had decided for some fresh air for the last few hours. A nice walk around the gardens, the park, the countryside for all he cared. Just so long as Wolfram had escaped the confines of his habitual nest and, inadvertently, had forgone receiving the delivery of the flowers.

Wolfram most likely wouldn't even know raven-haired king had arrived yet. Castle news spread fast he thought, but it tended to be slow going in areas of near desertion such as the western wing; were the art studio was located. He half wondered if perhaps that was the reason Wolfram had chosen to put the studio there.

Turning sharply to the left his heart sunk to his knees when he noticed the guard standing aside the studio's door.

Anxiously he spoke: "Wolframs out isn't he?"

The poor man looked momentarily confused and fretful, perhaps at his king's hopeful tone, before resuming his composure and responding in a serious conduct.

"No, Your Highness. Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld, His Excellency, still resides within the studio's capacity."

Yuuri blinked quickly before mumbling a few unintelligible words and hurrying inside the confines of the modest studio.

What greeted him was the lavish décor of something which had, clearly, received hours of care. A small multihued chandelier, obviously hand-painted, hung from the ceiling; it's colors glinting in a mad array of beautiful hues from the room's floor to the walls. Lush velvet-like curtains hung above the door frame of each doorway in a timeless fashion donned both the entry way, the bathroom and the balcony.

Yuuri wasn't quite sure if Wolfram knew the meaning of modest.

He stopped and took particular note that in the midst of the furthest upper most corner of the room, and looking decidedly out of place, laid a small service issue bed pressed against one of the only corners uninhabited by easels of supplies.

It was this that gave Yuuri pause, revealing to him the extend of the almost of time he was gone for him not to even realize that there were nights in which Wolfram didn't even bother to return to their room.

How many nights had Wolfram slept in here while he was gone he wondered; how many nights did Wolfram knowingly enter this room with the understanding of Yuuri's willful departure, he questioned, though he wasn't quite sure he wanted the answer.

Here he backtracked and couldn't help but question; how many times had Yuuri forgotten to say so much as a 'goodbye' before he left, or at least written a letter while he was gone? It was here, he determined, wherein he knew he didn't want the question answered.

These lingering questions, sadly, did not stay foremost in his mindset as at that moment his eyes flickered over to the balcony whereupon Wolfram's body laid a crumpled heap upon its marbled tiling.

Author's Note: Okay, for those of you who read this months ago and are wondering what happened to that uber long one-shot that I was going to continue, go read my profile, I don't care to retype it. Heh. For those who don't care to and only what the short version, here goes: Yes this is the same story, yes it has been edited, yes I have made a few changes, and yes you will probably need to reread it. Most importantly however is: Yes, I am continuing it! :D

Most of my favorite author's, on this site and off, have said that there best work was not truly planned out. So you can bet that I have no clue where this is going. I'm just doing what the characters tell me to. ;)

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