Title: Leo
Part: One
Fandom: Kyo Kara Maoh!
Pairing: Yuuri Shibuya/Wolfram Von Bielefeld
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Fifteen years later...
Explanation: I shall be doing a series of thousand word drabbles instead of two-shots, or anything like that. I feel like I'll be able to give y'all more that way, and you guys are so awesome. The only issue I have with thousand word drabbles is that they kind of have to start in the middle of things, so it's easy to get confused. Sorry if it's confusing haha.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh! or any of its affiliates.
"Yuuri?" Wolfram lies supine in the grass, fingers intertwined in his husband's.
"What is it?" Yuuri asks, turning his head ever so slightly. He looks at the blonde, eyes wide and dark. He looks the same as the day they met, but he is obviously so much older. There is an intelligence in those green eyes that has formed over the many years they'd known each other.
"I want another kid." Wolfram says candidly. His blonde hair is the longest it's ever been, to his shoulder blades, and it shines brightly in the sun.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Yuuri returns, obsidian eyes even larger than they were a moment before.
Wolfram turns his eyes to the heavens. "Greta's all grown up now. And I've always wanted a baby." He rolls onto his side and props his head up with the hand not occupying Yuuri's.
"Why?" He asks, because he genuinely has no idea why Wolfram would want a baby. A baby's a lot of work. His nephew was trouble until he was three – well, no, he's still trouble, even at five.
"I don't know." Wolfram shrugs a little. Yuuri searches his bottom-of-the-lake-green eyes from some deeper meaning, but finds none.
The Maoh mulls over the thought for a bit. "I suppose." He starts slowly. "Greta's been back in Zuratia a lot lately – I've been getting lonely without my daughter here." He doesn't pull his eyes from Wolfram's, but instead reaches forward and kisses him. "Let's talk to Gwendal about it."
"You want to adopt?" Gwendal's aged the most dramatically in the fifteen years since he'd first arrived in Shin Makoku. And yet, Yuuri still identifies the almost 140 year old Mazoku the same as he always had – dark grey hair, wrinkles. Wolfram runs a hand underneath his hair and nods.
"Yes, brother – Greta has been an adult for many years now."
"And so you want another child?" Gwendal looks at Yuuri, disdain evident in his eyes. They say something like, 'You could barely raise your teenager – what makes you think you'd be able to raise an infant?' And yes, Greta did get more difficult as the years wore on, what with boys and everything, but they had never stopped loving her.
But Wolfram is determined, and Yuuri is inclined to satisfy his husband's want for a child. He stands firm and says, "Yes, and we would like your help."
"How would I be of any help?" Gwendal raises an eyebrow and taps his finger on the desk with a familiar impatience.
Wolfram and Yuuri look at each other. "We can't do it alone…" Yuuri looks over Gwendal's head, out of the bay window, and glances at a Kohi as it flies.
"Why not? You are the Maoh and Prince Consort, are you not?" Gwendal does not even grace them by looking at them any longer, he signs documents instead.
"Well, yes," Yuuri wavers slightly, but regains his confidence with Wolfram's hard stare. "But we want you help. We are asking you, Gwendal."
Sighing harshly, a sigh to rival Wolfram's, the grey-haired Mazoku stands and says, "Very well. I will see what I can do."
Yuuri and Wolfram smile brightly, and they each notice that Gwendal cannot help but hide his smirk, either. A new baby would be perfect for the ever-so-boring life of the castle.
It is unlike any other thing they'd ever felt. Staring down into the orange-topaz eyes, their hearts fill with unimaginable love. Yuuri's hand finds Wolfram's, and with the other, he pushes a wisp of red hair from the infant's face. He can't be more than five months, and he is such a beauty that it seems like he would beat out Gunter in a contest. It's love at first sight, and neither of them have an issue with taking him back to the castle immediately. The mother, a red-haired beauty as well, smiles at them and bows.
"I am grateful," she whispers. "My hope for this baby is not unwarranted." They both wholeheartedly agree.
He already has a name, and that saves them the trouble.
Leo.
It is not easy, but nothing ever is. Their best days are filled with frustration and fatigue, their worst days they cast from their mind. But there is love there. Such a love that neither of them have ever felt. It is similar to the love they feel for Greta, but on a seemingly different level.
It is not to say that they love Greta any less than Leo – it is simply different.
The Zuratian princess returns not long after Leo arrives at the castle. She is almost twenty-seven now, and her lover, the same one she'd had since she was fourteen, follows her with gracious eyes.
She looks at Leo as if he is a precious gift, and picks him up in her arms. Yuuri does all he can not to cry. Instead, he grips Wolfram's hand in his and bites his bottom lip. Wolfram's eyes look wet, but the Prince Consort does not let a single tear fall. He watches his children with emerald green, loving eyes.
After Greta is married, five years later, Leo first asks about his mother. Wolfram and Yuuri look at each other, and then decide to bring her to the castle. She arrives in a flourish, and she cries desperately when she sees him. Still, she looks at the Maoh and Prince Consort and says, "I could not be more grateful." For what she is so grateful, they aren't sure, but they smile at her.
When she leaves, Leo acts as if she had never arrived in the first place.
So many years later, they sit in the field where they first decided to raise another child. The sky is the brightest of blues, the grass, the most luscious of greens. Their daughter-in-law, Leo's wife, holds her first child. She smiles at them, and Yuuri finds himself holding Wolfram's hand yet again. His life feels complete.
R&R, thanks so much!
BTW, LOL TEH CHEEZINESS.
I have no idea what possessed me to write this...