Tic-tic, tic-tic-tic…

Dark-grey clouds and the rain pouring from the skies. Clattering against the window. A rhythm to fast to make music on.

Not that Wolfram wanted to make music… He just loved the rain. And that while he was the opposing element, fire. But he believed in the famous words that were written in books and plays a thousand times, the words: Opposites attract. Because rain was water and water was Yuuri's element, so he saw water as Yuuri and he loved him.

Wolfram smiled at the thoughts, while he opened the window and stretched his hand out. The rain would fall on his hand and collect in the palm of it, then it would trickle between his fingers to fall somewhere beneath him on the ground. It felt cold and wet, like it would always do.

Both, the rain and Yuuri, wouldn't accept him.

"Wolfram, you'll catch a cold, with the window open and when it's raining like that." A annoyed voice said, coming from the person seated on their bed.

"Like you would care, wimp." But he retreated his hand and closed the window before standing up.

"Of course I care! You're my best friend!" Yuuri said, looking up from his book. He saw Wolfram's angered expression. "What is it? Something wrong?"

"Yeah, but I don't think you can help it." Wolfram replied annoyed.

"Well, what is it? Maybe I can help?" He thought for a minute. " Is it because of your new soldiers, that they aren't learning as quick as you want them too?"

Wolfram shook his head.

"Uhm, is it that you can't be outside, because of the rain? I know how much you love being outside, training or patrolling."

"Yeah, that too. But it's not what's bothering me now. And how could you ever help me when you can't even see the problem." Wolfram turned to the door and walked out.

"You could tell me!" Yuuri yelled after him, but he ignored it.

Wolfram strolled down the stairs, going trough the long hallways and finally reaching the courtyard. Under the arcade he watched the rain for a few minutes. His mind wandered off again, searching unconsciously for a way to let the rain accept him. Finally he came up with a theory. He stripped his jacket and left it by a column, while he himself stepped into the rain. It was cold and he was socked to the bone in just a few seconds, but he didn't mind. He started to raise his body temperature, at a level where the steam would rise from him, then he lowered it quickly to normal again. It felt like the rain was warm, comfortable and not just for a few seconds, but full minutes long. So the rain could accept him… Maybe it could work with Yuuri as well. The heat was equal to his passion, his tantrums, so what would happen if he would keep cool? What if he would stop reacting so angry? Would he finally have a chance?

Yuuri looked out of the window, just trying to ease his mind, but then he spotted Wolfram, soaking wet and probably cold.

'Has he lost his mind?!" Yuuri yelled inside his head as he quickly pulled out some of Wolfram's clothes from the closet and then rushed down the stairs finding his way to the courtyard. He dropped the clothes near Wolfram's jacket.

"WOLFRAM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" But none response came, and Yuuri yelled his name again. When the blond didn't even move an inch he ran towards him, grabbing his wrist and dragging him back under the arcade.

"Yuuri…" Wolfram finally replied distracted.

"Wolfram! Do you want to be sick? Get out of those wet clothes, will you?!" Yuuri said anxiously.

Wolfram started to unbutton his white shirt and then dropped it on the ground. And as he reached for the button of his pants, Yuuri finally awakened out of his shock.

"Are you insane?! Everybody could walk here and see you!" Not long had he said that or a soldier came around the corner and in a blind moment Yuuri threw himself against Wolfram's chest, arms around his neck as Wolfram just stood there.

The soldier gave them a weird look but that soon turned into a smile, he was happy that his king and the king's fiancé were happy and in love at last. He passed and disappeared around the corner.

"He's gone…" Wolfram said softly. Secretly enjoying the contact of their bodies.

"What? Oh, yeah," He released the blonde, bent and grabbed a towel off the pile of clothes he had brought. "Here."

Wolfram took it, muttering a soft thank you. But before he could dry himself off, he was pulled to an empty room and pushed in by Yuuri. The black-haired boy pushed the dry clothes in his hands and closed the door, while he settled against it on the other side. Wolfram's jacket and wet shirt next to him, while he blushed as red as he possibly could get.

It was hard for Wolfram to not snap at his fiancé as he would usually do, but he really wanted to try his new theory and so he bit his lip holding the much too often used insult inside. A minute past and he finally sighed, starting to dry himself off and pulling on the things Yuuri had brought him. There was a mirror in the room and when he inspected his appearance he was utterly surprised. It was an outfit he hadn't wore for years, at least not in the time Yuuri was in his world…

"Are you done?" Yuuri called through the door. Wolfram was startled for a moment, before he gathered himself together again and opened the door. Causing Yuuri to tumble backward, smiling awkwardly upwards, a hand rubbing the back of his head. "I guess that's a yes…"

Wolfram nodded and stepped over him, turning back to help him up. Yuuri watched him a few seconds, amazed at how good Wolfram looked in his 'new' clothes. "You look great!"

"Thank you." Wolfram replied as they started walking towards the dinning room, since it was nearly time for dinner.

"You should wear that more often, it really suites you!" Yuuri said admiring.

"If you want that, then I guess I could." The blonde replied.

"Good evening, Heika! Wolfram!" Conrad came walking towards them, his usual friendly smile on his face.

"Hi Conrad!" Yuuri replied energetically, always happy to see one of his most loyal friends.

But Conrad's gaze was on Wolfram and his mouth was slightly opened. "Since when do you wear that shirt again?" He asked stunned.

"Yuuri made me." He replied.

"What?! I just sought for dry clothes! Why do you act like you don't like it?" Yuuri jumped defensively.

"I-"

"Really? Did you made him wear it?" Conrad beamed, as Yuuri nodded. "You know, it was Wolfram's favourite shirt, but he didn't wear it at all since you came here."

"W-" Wolfram wanted to shout at his older brother, but reminded his 'mission' and bit his tongue, again keeping his insults inside. Fisting his hands tightly, his knuckles white.

"I should say though, you look even better than back then with this outfit, Wolfram! Yuuri, make him wear this more often, hahaue would love it." Conrad said as he patted both the boys on the shoulder and walked off with a little salute at them.

"…"

"…Wolf…? Are you alright? You're so quiet since… since you left our room." Yuuri asked quietly, afraid to trigger one of Wolfram overly famous tantrums.

"Hmm…Yeah, I'm fine, why?" He replied, his anger vanishing already. His heart jumped, Yuuri said 'our' room, with meant he saw it like they both occupied the room, which was a good thing! The first step was set!

"Well, normally you would have already called me a wimp at least three times… But you didn't and even just now when Conrad made those comments, you didn't shout at all."

"Maybe…not that it matters." Wolfram opened the door to the dinning room and they got in.