A/N: I'll be posting my KKM drabbles here (if I ever get around to writing any more). I doubt I'll be putting much effort into revising them since they're just lighthearted little blobs that I write to get the creative juices flowing. You can leave C&C if you want, but keep in mind that these aren't that important.
Prompt: Anne of Green Gables
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Length: At least 150 words
"How's the painting going, Wolf?"
No reply. Cherie poked her head into the room. Her son was a dark, still silhouette facing the white windows. No wriggling, no screaming at the thick paints that refused to mix correctly. In fact, he was as unmoving as the wooden easel itself.
"Wolf?" she repeated. "Are you all right, hon?"
Again, no reply.
"Wolfram? Are you sick?"
He grunted and shifted.
"I'm coming over there right now, Wolfram!"
She marched across the polished oaken floor, heels snapping against the wood, eyes slanted, looking every bit like the Maou she once was. It was a bearing she used whenever she felt one of her sons needed some encouragement.
"Wolfram," she said as she came to a standstill behind him. "Tell me right now what is wrong with you."
Nothing.
Cherie grunted and tugged Wolfram's collar. His head lolled.
She blinked. Was he asleep? She shook his shoulder gently, and, sure enough, her son grumbled and the slack left his shoulders. "Mm…Never-ending…"
Cherie frowned. Never-ending? She scrutinized the easel. A book featuring a cheerful redhead with freckles and a straw hat sat propped on the ledge. Beside it was a note, written in Yuuri's scratchy longhand.
Wolfram,
Could you paint a scene from this book? It's almost mom's birthday, and this is her favorite thing to read. I'll leave the scene up to you so you have some creative freedom!
Yuuri.
A bookmark was wedged between the pages about a third of the way through the book.
Cherie blinked, and her son sagged back down in his chair, snoring lightly.
