Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou.
Author's note: Intend to be little unrelated vignettes on the events happening in Yuuri's bedroom, but not sure if I will continue on this. Yuuri's is quite OOC here in my opinion.
Please enjoy this little piece of work written at two in the morning.
Solution to sleeping problem
He had had enough of this, Yuuri told himself silently but furiously, upon the limb that was lying across his abdomen - rather crushing into it indeed. His fiancé had just swung his arm amid his sleep again, with full force, and with him sleeping inches beside him, Yuuri was to be the only victim bearing the blow.
The ebony-haired boy flung his blanket to the side; in fact what was left for him was only one
miserably small corner, the whole remaining had become a part of Wolfram's cocoon. Yuuri stood from the mattress, glaring down at the slumber form sharing his bed - not that he wanted him to willingly! Seeing how peaceful the sleep he was having, the flame known as jealousy and anger washed over him. It was so unfair, Yuuri thought, so unfair that his sleep was the expense of that of this considerate fiancé of his, making his eyes all dry and red from the lack of sleep and all his body muscles tensed all over from the awkward position when trying to avoid the blonde and most importantly, the very precious personal space he needed! This fiancé of his, this stalker just would not leave him alone!
He had had enough of this, Yuuri told himself again; he needed to teach this overage brat a lesson, a good one, to show him that he, Shibuya Yuuri, Harajuku Fuuri, had the power to fight for his own will! That he was not some spoiled child who would cower under the fierce glaring of some unreasonable blonde who told him the I-am-sleeping-with-you-to-protect-you nonsense! What he was doing was only putting him more and more to the danger of a sudden death of being crushed across the ribs! Or a sudden heart-attack from the result of long term lack of rest…
"…Yuu… ri…"
Yuuri almost jumped amidst his train of thought when Wolfram suddenly mumbled his name. He slowly leaned down to inspect Wolfram, seeing that he was still asleep. Yuuri's stern expression softened, Wolfram was dreaming of him…?
"Yuuri…" Wolfram shifted his head to the side, his facial expression twisted into a grimace, seemingly in pain. He pulled an armful of blanket into his embrace, burying his face into it. Yuuri's eyes widened slightly and feeling somewhat sorry at what he thought of the other boy. He might be a stalker, he might be unreasonable, but Wolfram did protect him with all his will when he put himself in danger countless of times, and was patient enough to go wherever he wanted and…
Suddenly Wolfram's arms jerked into a position resembling the arm lock choking onto one's neck; his face, even with his eyes closed, was showing nothing but violent anger, "'ou're cheating 'n me 'gain you H'nachoko!"
Yuuri jumped away from the suddenly spasming form on the bed and landed on his rear, then the flame of anger lightened again. Just when he was dismissing the idea of punishment! This brat deserved it! Yuuri thought for a second and that was all it took to decide what the punishment was to be. He waited patiently for the blonde to stop his jerking, who kicked away the blanket once he was in slumber again, then quietly walked over to the bed. He got up to it, moving deliberately not to come in touch with Wolfram with a cautious fear of the slim chance of waking him. With much effort, the ebony-haired boy hovered over the sleeping form on his hands and knees with a smirk.
Then the punishment came – he withdrew his limbs and collapsed right on Wolfram.
Wolfram woke with a start and his hand was already fetching his sword, but his arm was at mercy of the heavy weight above him. He struggled with no avail; Yuuri collapsed with good measure and got all the joints so that Wolfram could hardly use much of his force. He was panicking about his and Yuuri's safety when he realized the one making him panic was Yuuri himself.
"Hennachoko! What are you doing?" Wolfram struggled unsuccessfully to get Yuuri off him. It might be the power of his will, or he was just stubborn, that he would not let the blonde get out of this so easily. He stretched his limbs to cover more of Wolframs arms and legs; he was not giving up to such small obstacles! His will was not shaken even when he got a punch in the eye.
"Trying to sleep," Yuuri replied, still smirking. "Since you won't leave me alone and occupying a major portion of the area of the bed, I would have to deal with this problem by my own way, and I figured that that only way was to let you become a part of where I sleep."
Wolfram was taken back, but struggled again when the words sunk into his mind, "Are you out of your mind? Get off me!" He could feel his right arm becoming numb, and his left leg followed closely.
"No way am I doing that," his smirk deepened as he saw the frightened look on Wolfram's face. Wolfram's struggle ceased and he gave his fiancé the most venomous glare he knew. Yuuri did not flinch one bit; his satisfaction was so great that his usual fear on that look was long overwhelmed. He knew he was so going to sleep well tonight. "Good night, Wolfram."