Distances Apart
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Summary: The first time Wolfram met Yuuri, his heart skipped a beat. It was as frustrating as it was exciting. This new feeling completely devoured him. However, it was painful. A pain Wolfram never had to endure before. A pain, which reminded him, although Yuuri may be right in front of him, he was not his. To Wolfram, Yuuri was out of reach. Eventually Yuuri and Wolfram
Type: Alternate Universe, somewhat
Pairing: Yuuri and Wolfram, eventually
Author Notes: Will not be exactly like the storyline. Everything shall be in Wolfram's point of view unless stated otherwise. Kyou Kara Maou does not belong to me. None of the characters or ideas in this story is for profit in any way whatsoever. If you had to pay or spend a single cent of money to read this story, somebody out there cheated you. Anyhow, 'Distances Apart' written for purely boredom; do not expect updates or anything. There may also be spoilers, which I hope there will not be—but I will not remember since I watched the entire series so… Therefore, you were clearly, warned.
D.i.s.t.a.n.c.e.s.a.p.a.r.t.t.a.r.p.a.s.e.c.n.a.t.s.i.D
What a wimp. Those were Wolfram's first thoughts when he first looked at the boy. All he can see from a distance was a boy with dark hair that fell off his own horse. A horse that Wolfram knew was the most gentle out of all the horses that the kingdom held. That horse was supposed to be the easiest to tame because of its patient and gentle nature. Only a wimp, like the one before him, would be unable to.
Then, the boy looked up at him and he froze, literally.
"Pretty boy…" murmured the stranger, starring straight at his face.
Did he just say pretty boy? Wolfram snarled inwardly, glaring at the stranger. Wolfram was unable to see what the stranger looked like except for the easily identified dark hair. The sunlight was in his eyes. Although all he can see is dark hair—he was not sure if it was as dark as he originally thought. How dare this stranger call him a pretty boy!
He was seething in anger and when his older half-brother Conrart along with Gunter came along shouting "Your Majesty!" he was unable to bite back his comment, "This wimp cannot be the king!" He had forgotten his respect and it was unable to stop now. Besides, this boy called him a pretty boy. He will not let that slide—king or not.
Moreover, this is the part where he froze, literally. Because somehow—somehow, the sunlight that was semi-blocking his view of the stranger's futures suddenly disappeared, blocked by the clouds in the sky and he could see, really see. It was shocking to say the least.
The boy—the boy before him looked exactly like that other boy he met long ago. The only difference was the hair and eye colors. The boy from long before had auburn hair and reddish eyes. The boy currently before him has black hair and black eyes. How could two people look so similar? It was impossible—unless they were the same person.
The boy on the ground gave a nervous laugh.
Even the laugh sounded the same. It brought up feelings in him and he felt like his face was reddening but it was okay. He was angry before, nobody would notice. He stalked up furiously (or as furiously as he thought he was) towards the supposed-to-be king and looked him straight in the eye. The boy before him looked confused. The boy before him did not recognize him. No hint of familiarity at all and it hurt. Nevertheless, Wolfram will keep his pride and he will not show the disgusting feelings he felt inside. Instead, he burned out in anger.
What was this?
"You," Wolfram snarled, knowing nothing else to do except show his anger "Are such a wimp!"
"What!" the boy shouted back, "I am not!"
"Now, Wolfram—His majesty has never ridden a horse before." Conrart said in favor of the boy.
"Conrart, I told you—just call me Yuuri!" protested the boy, "You were the one that named me after all!"
Yuuri, so that was his name.
Wolfram glared, "What kind of a king is he supposed to be if he has never ridden a horse? I believe brother Gwendal would be a way better king than this one could ever be." Actually, he did not think that at all. Gwendal was already over-working himself, being a King would overwork him further. Although he did not show it, he truly cared about Gwendal's health. He wondered if his brother would ever rest. His wrinkles were multiplying.
Gwendal Von Voltaire was his eldest brother. They were all sons of the former Demon Queen. Wolfram could not recall when his brother was not frowning, if he had ever stopped that is. His brother was always serious and grumpy all the time that he always figured that Gwendal usually woke up on the wrong side of the bed every single morning or something. However, although Gwendal worked a lot—he was also strange. Wolfram could not understand how someone so serious could be so in love with cute animals and deathly afraid of his childhood friend, Anissina. Well, he supposed, anyone forced to be a test experiment would be afraid.
Somehow, the events mixed themselves up and Wolfram could not exactly remember what happened after what. One moment he was shouting in anger, arguing his case (that he did not truly believe in a single bit) and the next they were at the dinner table. Time really flew. However, being a demon, Wolfram was ageless and had all the time in the world.
Slap
Yuuri had slapped him.
He blinked. He could not recall why he had or what lead to it. All he could remember from his broken, messed up memory that filled with anger—was that he somehow was unable to keep his mouth shut, ending in insulting the boy before him. He had not meant to do it, it was just something he had trouble controlling. No one had ever bothered to try to tell him to learn to control his anger. He was always able to do whatever he wanted.
Still, the boy slapped him. He was proposing to him. Was he really feigning ignorance before? Did he pretend not to know him nor recognize him? Was that all an act?
That was what Wolfram wished to think for the next second after someone explained to Yuuri what he had just done, the stupid wimp screamed, "What!?"
As if unable to tame the gentlest horse was not bad enough… He, clearly, did not know any of the rules of this world either.
Despite knowing that the other did not know any of the rules (seeing as Yuuri didn't even know the simplest of rules that slapping using the right hand on another's left cheek meant asking for their hand in marriage) he angrily, with a swish of his hand, a knife fell on the ground. He felt humiliated, if possible. How dare this stupid wimp shout, "I will never take it back!" before even knowing the extent of his actions. He was so stupid.
In addition, the boy was even stupider. He picked up the knife, accepting the challenge. Wolfram wanted to laugh, he wanted to laugh at the other's stupidity but refrained himself from. Although he had not learnt to control his anger, he did have to learn how to control the other types of feelings to show a cold demeanor and never embarrass himself as a member of the family of royalty when his mother had been queen.
"Hmph," he rudely smirked, "You have accepted the challenge—
"Cha—challenge? What challenge?" shouted Yuuri, his eyes held bewilderment. Obviously, seeing as he did not know any of the rules.
Why was Wolfram doing this again? Oh right, he felt humiliated and cheated. The boy before him had proposed without knowing any of the rules. The boy before him had brought it upon himself anyways when he picked up the stupid knife. However, most of all—the boy before him did not remember him in any way whatsoever. Wolfram does not take well to being forgotten especially not when he had been searching for this stupid wimp of a boy for years.
Conrart or another must have explained it to the wimp because he shouted, "What, A duel? I don't even know how to use a sword!"
Yes. The wimp was such a wimp. Wolfram, from the kindness of his heart (and common sense), was about to call off the duel (to save the King's dignity and his own seeing as he is supposed to be a subordinate of the King and that meant—if the King lost under his own subordinate it would totally look bad for everyone including himself) however… Yuuri's next words made him stop that train of thought.
"Can a boy that looks like that even fight? I mean—he looks more like a girl than anything else and… is he really not a girl?" Wolfram could not listen anymore. Anger was already surrounding his entire being. Whatever the people around him said next went into one ear and right out the other.
No. The wimp was going down. Dignity could just die for all he cared
D.i.s.t.a.n.c.e.s.a.p.a.r.t.t.a.r.p.a.s.e.c.n.a.t.s.i.D
Author Notes: Well… the first chapter is going to somewhat follow the storyline. There you have it. Hope you enjoyed it. Well… even if you have not enjoyed it, I suppose it does not really matter—seeing, as I never bother to update anyways. Coughcough, anyways—anyone who reads this, write more KKM stories now! (So I would not be desperate enough to write them.)