Title: Disconsolence
Fandom: Kyo Kara Maoh!
Part: One of Two
Word Count: 5,422
Pairing: Yuri Shibuya/Wolfram von Bielefeld
Description: Yuri takes a 'trip' back through Demon Mirror and learns more about his feelings via someone else's.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh! or any of it's affiliates.
Why was he down here again? Oh, right – Morgif. Walking through the dark room, a room lit only by the small torches on the wall, he made his way towards the Demon Sword. He was going to need Morgif in his upcoming mission. Well, need was a strong word…Morgif might be…useful. No, that wasn't quite it, either.
It was then that he heard the familiar grumbling and groaning of the Demon Sword. Sighing, he moved towards it. "Morgiiifff~" Yuri called out. But it was dark, and even though he tried his best to maneuver by memory, it was difficult. Accidentally, he bumped into a shelf, knocking over a few items. "I…hope those weren't valuable." He grinned shakily to himself. He continued, but something felt weird under his feet. And he couldn't exactly move without sliding. "What the-?" Losing his footing, he fell.
It hurt as his chin connected with the floor. Morgif, still groaning in the background, rattled his chains, trying to move. "Ow," Yuri whined, rubbing his chin. "Stupid Morgif…" This was his fault. Why couldn't he just have been a normal sword? Why did he have to be kept in such a sketchy place?
"Yuri!" It was Wolfram. "Yuri where are you?" Light suddenly flooded the area. "Are you in here?" Craning his neck, he caught sight of the blonde Demon.
"Ah – yeah, I'm here," he replied, rubbing various other parts of his body that ached from the fall.
"Why was it so dark? What are you doing?" Wolfram asked. Below him, Yuri noticed something…familiar.
"I was looking for Morgif! And – wait…this is…" Yuri stared into the bowl. "The…Demon Mirror."
"Demon Mirror? Yuri! Don't look into that! What are you doing?" He heard Wolfram's steps as he ran down towards him, and then nothing.
It was the same as last time. Why had he done such a thing? At least the last time he had an excuse. This time…
Oh jeez, this was going to complicate everything, especially if he couldn't get out of it. What about the mission?
Freefalling…freefalling…freefalling… "Is this ever going to end?" He asked himself, sighing. It did, finally, and he was back inside the familiar Covenant Castle. Well, on the grounds of it at least, by the flower garden in the courtyard. Looking around, he deemed that no one was around. Judging by how late it seemed, most people were probably at dinner. "Oh great," he mumbled. "I can't even blame Morgif for my stupidity this time…" He sighed and shook his head, then knelt down to look at the flowers. "They aren't dead this time. And they really are beautiful."
"Your Majesty!" Instinctively, he turned around. When it wasn't him that the soldier ran towards, but Lady Celi, he chuckled at himself. Oh – Lady Celi. Standing back up, he watched her as she turned to greet the soldier.
"What is it?" She asked. She seemed different from normal – at least, different from how he knew her. Not as peppy.
"A message from Lady Ulrike!" The soldier snapped at attention. After a moment, he recognized the soldier as one of Conrad's. The uniform was slightly different, but each of the soldiers had a certain feel and that one was Conrad's, he just knew it. As she started opening it, the soldier saluted and ran off in the opposite direction. Her eyes scanned the page, worried, and she looked relieved when she finished it. Sighing happily, she noticed him.
"Hello!" She called out, running towards him. "And who might you be, you cute little boy?" She smiled.
Oh no! What if I cause a time rift this time! He thought to himself. "My name is – uh – Harajuku Furi."
"Harajuku Furi? What a positively handsome name! I've never seen you around before, though." She looked him over, and he was instantly glad that he'd had to dye his hair for the mission. His eyes, however, were still black.
"Ah – that's right. I'm from the village. I came to…" He racked his brain for any possible excuse. "Congratulate Conrad – I mean, Lord Weller."
"Oh?" She asked, surprised, big green eyes blinking. They softened after a moment, though, and she held out her arm. "Then I suppose I'll just have to take you to him myself."
"Oh, Lady Ce- I mean, Your Majesty, there's no need for that."
"But you'll probably get lost in this big ole castle. You've never been here before, have you?" She asked. Inwardly, he laughed.
"Only once," He lied.
The walk was pleasant, at least, as pleasant as it could be. Lady Celi was now no different from her usual self; she flirted with Yuri all the way to Conrad's office. When they got there, there was a guard outside the door. Yuri stood back to let them speak, but listened closely.
"Where's Conrart?" Lady Celi asked.
Voice lowered, the soldier answered, "He left on his mission for the Great One already. He's on Earth by now, Your Majesty." He looked over at Yuri, and said, lower, "He told me that there was a letter for you on his desk."
"Oh my," she said. "I'm sorry Furi, but it seems as if my son is out on an important mission! Tell me, do you know him somehow?"
"I – yes, I met him, once." Pausing, he added, "He was kind to me."
"My son has always been the gentleman of the family. He got that from his father."
"You're also very kind, too, Your Majesty," Yuri smiled.
"Oh thank you. Now, if you'll excuse me," she responded, beaming. "I shall just go get his letter, and then I'll be right back! Ok?"
"Yes ma'am – I mean, Your Majesty." He bowed his head a little. It was strange, calling her Your Majesty. Smiling, she walked inside. He stood there for a moment, soldier staring at him suspiciously, but Lady Celi soon returned. She looked over the letter once, smiled, and looked up at Yuri.
"Well, it is such a shame that you came all this way and you can't even speak with him. How about I let you speak with another one of my sons!"
That means Wolfram or Gwendal. Don't I get enough of them back in my own time? He asked himself. "Thank you, Your Majesty, but I don't want to waste their time."
"Oh, you'd be doing no such thing! I'm sure they'll be happy to show you around the castle." She smiled maliciously.
What is she thinking? Wolfram was right, this woman does always have ulterior motives, he thought.
"Oh, a handsome boy like you, you'd be just perfect for my little Wolfy!" She smiled. "You have the most wonderful black eyes," she complimented, leaning down a little.
He sighed to himself. She was just the same.
He decided that it probably wouldn't be so bad to hang around the castle while waiting to get out of the Demon Mirror. He really didn't have anywhere to go otherwise, and he knew the people here. Of course, they really didn't know him yet, but that wasn't the issue.
Lady Celi led him to a door, one he recognized as the same door to his study room, and then skipped away, humming. Sighing, he looked around, and then opened the door ever so slightly.
Inside, Gunter was rambling on about…something or other and Wolfram looked as if he was paying little to no attention. His head was resting on his hand, and he stared out the window. Gunter took no notice. He watched them for a little while, before deeming himself creepy and knocking.
Their heads snapped in his direction. Gunter, not recognizing him (and rightly so, it would have been ever weirder if he had), walked up to him. Wolfram, however, immediately realized who he was.
"I'm sorry, but…who are you?" Gunter asked, looking at Yuri.
Pointing over his shoulder, he said, "Her Majesty asked me to see Wolfram."
Gunter didn't reply for a long while. Mesmerized, he finally said, "You have the most majestic black eyes."
"Thank you," Yuri replied sheepishly. At least it's better than normal, he thought. At least I can still breathe.
"What did she ask?" Wolfram demanded, stomping up to them. "I can't believe – why are you here again, anyway?"
He decided to stick to his story. "I came to congratulate Lord Weller." He said. "But apparently he's already left on some mission. Her Majesty then led me here."
Wolfram harrumphed and crossed his arms. "I don't believe this. I'm in the middle of my studies!" He stopped for a moment, then. "But…" Uncrossing his arms, he looked back at his pile of books and sighed. "I suppose I'll humor her, just this once." Under his breath, he continued, "Just to get away from this hellhole."
Chuckling, Yuri nodded. Gunter, however, looked displeased. "Her Majesty is always so laid-back! Studies are important!"
"Sure, Gunter," Wolfram waved his arm in dismissal. "Come on," he growled, pushing Yuri forward and vacating the room. They walked in silence for a while before Wolfram asked, "What's your name, anyway?"
"Furi," Yuri replied.
"Don't get any wrong ideas," Wolfram looked him over, "Furi. I'm only doing this to get away from Gunter's lessons."
Yuri laughed. "Yeah, I understand completely."
"So…your eyes are really black, I suppose I hadn't noticed it before. Your hair, however, is just as horrid as I remember it."
"Thanks," Yuri deadpanned. He's definitely no different. "Should I do something about that, then?"
Wolfram scoffed and crossed his arms again as they walked. "Idiot."
"You haven't changed," Yuri sighed.
"Should I have?" Wolfram asked harshly. "It was only five years ago that you were here last." He paused. "Where did you go, anyway?"
"Ah – Miss Julia…." Yuri replied, looking at the ground, not really knowing what to say. Wolfram's eyes saddened dramatically, and he looked away. "Not important," he waved it off. After a moment, Wolfram scoffed harshly, something Yuri was very used to by this point. "I saw that the flowers are looking nice," Yuri put in, trying to start up conversation.
"Yes," Wolfram conceded. "Mother enjoys taking care of them. There really isn't even a need for the gardener to do anything with it anymore, because she does all the work."
"Why do you think that is?" Yuri asked, looking over at Wolfram.
"I don't really know," the Demon replied, keeping his attention on the ground in front of him. "I can't say that she's ever really been that great at taking care of things before."
"Wolfram…"
"Don't do that, I hate when people do that."
Disregarding him, Yuri said, "It's been hard, right? Your mother being queen, and your brothers going off to war."
"What do you know?" Wolfram snapped.
Yuri shrugged. "I can't say that I know anything about your situation." He stopped; they'd ended up in the hall where the Great One's and the Great Wise Man's portraits hung. Looking up at the Great One, he said, "You two really do look alike." Wolfram didn't respond. "Are you going to ignore me now?"
"I have no reason to speak with you." Wolfram spat, not looking at the portraits as Yuri did.
"You don't really have a reason to be with me at all right now," Yuri pointed out softly.
"I told you – it's to get away from Gunter's les-"
"You could've left me somewhere. It is because you're lonely, right?" Yuri asked. Wolfram seemed completely taken aback. Eyes wide, eyebrows raised, mouth open.
"Why you – you insolent little…"
"Am I wrong?" Yuri raised an eyebrow at him. "I can't say that I know how it feels to be lonely or anything. I've always had a loving family, and recently I've had many loving people around me. Well, you do right now, too," There was nothing Wolfram could retort with. "And you know that. I guess what I'm trying to say is that-"
"You talk too much, Idiot." Wolfram said, but he couldn't hold back his slight smile. "I know Mother cares, she just doesn't know how to show it. That's what you were going to say, right?"
"Something along those lines," Yuri smiled, and Wolfram's eyes softened. Suddenly, Yuri's stomach growled; he hadn't had dinner. Sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah – I haven't eaten since lunch…"
Wolfram rolled his eyes. "Follow me."
"O…k…" Yuri said, quickly walking up behind him. It's strange. While this Wolfram seems the same…he…almost doesn't at the same time. It's also strange not to have him all over me, Yuri chuckled to himself. Well, that part was better, but he didn't enjoy seeing his friend – best friend, he could say – in pain.
"So, just tell the maids what you want," Wolfram said, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Yuri wasn't sure of why he was surprised to see Sangria, Lasagna, and Doria, and he quickly reined the feeling in.
"Oh, who is this?" Sangria asked.
"My name is Furi," Yuri said, growing a tad more comfortable in his lie.
"Oh wow, such beautiful black eyes!" Doria exclaimed, leaning in to take a closer look. Yuri was extremely glad that his hair was dyed, regardless of what Wolfram said. If his hair was still black, he would be getting a lot more attention, and that was the last thing he needed. It was bad enough already. He simply hoped that nothing would be changed when he got back to his own time. "Oh, I'm sorry. What would you like Mister Furi?"
Mister? I'm too young to be called 'Mister.' "Oh, anything is fine," He smiled. "Whatever was for dinner should be fine."
"Chicken or fish?"
"Fish is fine, thanks," Yuri nodded.
"What kind of side?"
"Um…whatever is fine, really," Yuri said shakily, waving his arms in front of him.
"Are you sure? We'd be happy to make you anything you want!" Lasagna said, loudly.
"Fine," He sighed. "Umm…rice and greens," Yuri said, simply to appease them. He didn't even really enjoy the greens. Actually, he really disliked them.
"So," Doria asked, grabbing ingredients from a cabinet. "Are you a suitor of Lord Wolfram?"
"What? No! What gave you that idea?" Yuri asked. He was a tad surprised that he didn't hear any objections from Wolfram himself.
"Well, you're quite handsome, and Lord Wolfram doesn't take to many people."
Wolfram obviously ignored Doria's comment and addressed Yuri with, "So my Mother sent you only so that we could talk?" He evidently highly doubted that.
Truthfully, Yuri did too. "I – I don't know. But I mean, I'm not a suitor." This was quickly turning out to be the same Wolfram as back in his time. Please, please stay arrogant and proud. I do not need another you, Yuri thought, a bit selfishly. He felt bad immediately after, but he couldn't really say that he was lying. He really didn't want another Wolfram like the one back home.
Well, he was, technically, in Covenant Castle still.
"What a shame," Lasagna said wistfully. "You two would be quite handsome together."
"Wolfram would look handsome with anyone." Oh shit, no, that hadn't been what he had meant to say. Well, it was true, but it wasn't what he had meant to say; he had meant to say something like, 'But we're two guys,' or 'I wouldn't exactly call myself handsome.'
The girls giggled and Wolfram, looking at the ground, said, "That is true."
"Way to stay humble, Wolf." Yuri rolled his eyes, using the blonde Demon's nickname without meaning to. He should probably have just kept his mouth shut. But Wolfram didn't seem to mind, he just smiled.
Yuri would have preferred Wolfram yelling at him.
It wasn't really that he disliked Wolfram, it was just that it got hard to deal with him sometimes. And besides, Wolfram couldn't like Yuri. He'd be more likely to remember him that way. So, as he ate, he silently said a short prayer to the Great One for him to be easily forgotten once he left.
The blonde Demon, similarly to how he was back in the present day, had stuck to him. He didn't mind that so much, but it was weird to be watched while he ate.
"How do you like the fish?" Wolfram asked.
"It's good," Yuri replied, smiling weakly.
"And the wine?"
"Also very good," Yuri nodded. He really wasn't the biggest fan of wine, but he wasn't about to say that he didn't like it. Wolfram nodded, too, and looked out the window.
"It's getting dark," He pointed out.
"Yes, it is." Yuri agreed. "Oh! I'm sorry; I should probably get going, huh?" Although he had no idea of where he was going to go.
"Huh?" Wolfram looked back over at Yuri. "Well…you don't…have to."
"What do you mean?"
"It's late, and dark, your idiot self would probably get lost," Wolfram grinned, proud of his insult. He didn't realize that Yuri was completely used to it by now, simply with the word 'wimp' instead of 'idiot.'
"How would I get lost?"
"You'd find a way."
"Oh come on, you barely know me!"
"If you really want to go, then fine!" Wolfram raised his voice. "Just go."
"That's not what I meant," Yuri sighed. "I'd…love to stay here."
Wolfram, slowly, looked back at Yuri. "Alright…" And then they were silent again. Even once he was done with the fish, they were silent. They both stared out of the large bay windows. Even though it's eighteen years in the past, it's still the same Demon Kingdom. Something about that is comforting. He felt overwhelming love for the Demon Kingdom, then, and smiled brightly. "What are you smiling about?"
"Huh? Oh, just…the Demon Kingdom. It's beautiful at night, right?"
"Yeah…" Wolfram said slowly. "I guess it is." He gave a long pause before saying, "You aren't so bad."
"Thanks," Yuri smiled. "You aren't either."
"Well, come on, it's late," Wolfram sighed, turning away from the windows.
"Don't you think you should go apologize to Gunter?"
"Why?"
"Because you just left him!"
"So? Come on, Idiot," Wolfram smiled – actually smiled – and walked from the dining area. Yuri found himself walking towards his room, when Wolfram said, "Where are you going? The only room down there is Mother's."
"Oh," he said. "Sorry."
"It's ok," Wolfram said. "But now you know, so don't do it again."
"Ok, ok." He sighed. Wolfram led him to a room that was all the way at the end of the hall they were walking down.
"I guess you're going to need something to sleep in," Wolfram said.
"What?" No! Not the negligee! How did he even know what it was called? He shouldn't have even known that! "Um, no, it's ok. I'll just sleep in these clothes."
"Don't be silly," He pulled out a set of blue pajamas. "Wear these."
"Wait, where's the pink nightgown?" Yuri asked, looking at the clothes in his hands.
"Umm…what?" Wolfram asked, shrinking a little.
"I mean…um…never mind." Yuri shook his head.
"I am a dignified soldier! Why would I ever wear something so…degrading?" His voice wavered at the end, and he promptly shut his armoire. Yuri was pretty sure he did catch the sight of something pink, though, before the door swung shut. Sighing, he pulled his shirt over his head and - "What are you doing!"
"I'm changing?" Yuri asked, pulling his pants off.
"Erg, fine, whatever!" Wolfram snapped, blushing slightly and turning around. "So unbecoming…"
"Sorry, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." You're usually asking to scrub my back in the baths, and now you can't even look at me while I change? But I guess you are a little younger, and it's not like I'm engaged to you yet or anything.
"Whatever – and what exactly are you doing now!" Wolfram asked as Yuri walked towards the bed.
Oh shit, Yuri thought. I guess that this isn't normal, is it? Old habits die hard. "Where I'm from, this is normal for friends," he covered.
"Friends?" Wolfram asked, obviously slightly surprised but trying to hold the feeling back.
"Umm…yes? Friends?"
Wolfram recovered quickly. "Why would you want to be my friend anyway? I'm just a spoiled little brat, right?" He crossed his arms and stuck his nose in the air.
"I don't think so," Yuri said, walking towards him. "I think that you're just…lonely."
"You're a strange boy, Furi," Wolfram shook his head. "I guess that it's ok for tonight, so long as nobody knows. And," he added, "so long as you don't try anything funny."
"What is that supposed to mean?" Yuri asked, watching as Wolfram extinguished a lamp next to his four-poster bed. "And hey, I know it's dark, and that it's a little bit late, but are you really tired?"
"Not really," Wolfram shrugged. "But when it's this dark, there's not much else to do besides sleep." He placed his hands on his hips.
"Well, we could go for a walk-" Yuri started.
"We just changed into our bed-clothes."
"Or we could play a game-" He tried.
"What are we gonna play when it's almost pitch-black outside?"
"Or we could just talk." Yuri finished.
"Talk? Talk about what?" Wolfram asked indignantly, climbing into the bed and sitting up. Yuri climbed in on the other side.
"I dunno. We just met, so there's a lot about you that I don't know yet." He wasn't exactly lying. He didn't know that much about Wolfram's past. Like his father. He knew next to nothing about his father. It was also be easier than making up a bunch of lies.
"Well, I'm sixty-seven," Yuri would never really get used to that. "How old are you?"
He was eighteen in human years. How many would that be in Demon years? Oh jeez, he didn't have enough time to do any math; he would just have to make up a number. "Eighty-seven."
"So you're that much older than me, huh?" They were sitting up in the dark, talking, and Yuri felt more comfortable than he had in a long time. When Wolfram wasn't completely up his ass (that sounded way worse than it was supposed to because of their predicament) he found that the Demon was quite likeable. Perhaps if people just gave him a chance… "Well, anyway. I suppose you know that I have two older brothers. Though," he said, venom in his voice. "I bet you didn't realize that Conrart was a liar."
"A liar? What about?"
"He's…half-human!" Wolfram exclaimed, fury blazing in his green eyes. Yuri could only see him illuminated by the moonlight, but it was enough; the anger was evident.
"So?" Yuri asked cautiously.
"SO! What do you mean so?" Wolfram exclaimed. "He's a traitor! He's a liar! A-"
"Does that matter? When did he stop being your brother in all this?" Yuri asked, looking Wolfram in the eye, no matter that he was fairly frightened for his life.
"He – I… You just don't understand, Furi."
"Sorry," Yuri said, shrugging. "I guess I don't. Listen, I'm sorry I made you angry, I didn't mean to."
"Whatever," Wolfram said, lowly, looking away. "Furi…why are you here?"
"Hmm? Because it's late and you invited me?"
"But why did you accept?"
"I told you, because we're friends." Yuri said slowly. "Why can't you grasp that? You've had friends before."
"I don't make friends with random people," Wolfram informed him.
"Well, I do. Although, you're anything but random. You're just very unique," Yuri laughed. "And besides, no matter how you look at it, friendship isn't arbitrary. People who are friends, are meant to be friends. And time is relative, too; it doesn't matter if you've known the person for a day, or for a year. Sometimes you just click."
"Click?" Wolfram asked. Yuri couldn't see Wolfram's eyes anymore, his head was bowed and his bangs covered them. "Furi," Yuri realized that he liked it more when Wolfram actually said 'Yuri' rather than 'Furi.' It just seemed a little weird. "You aren't from the village, are you?"
"Hmm…how could you tell?" Yuri asked, eyebrows furrowed.
"Well, earlier, you said 'Where I come from' and then…I don't know, you just seem weird." Wolfram shook his head.
"Wow, thanks." Yuri chuckled. "I'm from a village to the west. Far to the west. On the edge of the Demon Kingdom."
"I see, and what are you doing here again?"
"I told you, to congratulate Lord Weller." Oh, it was so weird saying that.
"You came all this way, just for that – five years later?"
"Well…it was kind of an accident."
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh, it's not important Wolfram."
"Where are you from, Furi?" Wolfram asked, a lot more sternly than before. "What are you really doing here? What were you doing here five years ago?"
"I can't tell you," Yuri replied softly. "I wish I could, but I can't."
"I want the truth. If we are friends, you should be able to give that much."
Getting out of the bed, Yuri said, "I cannot tell you Wolfram, I just can't, ok? Can't you accept that?" Wolfram was silent. "I won't even be here much longer. I don't know when I'll be leaving, but it will be soon. Just for now, can't you believe in me? Even if I am a wimp – an idiot?"
Wolfram didn't seem to know how to respond. On one hand, he seemed angry and hurt, but on the other, he seemed slightly sorry. "I wish it were that easy, Furi."
"And for hell's sake – my name isn't Furi! It's Yuri!" Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. What was he going to do now? "Shit," he muttered, below his breath.
"What?"
"My name isn't Furi…" Yuri said, more slowly. "Dammit! I wasn't even supposed to be here this long! This was a complete accident! I was just looking at it, and then I ended up here! What does anyone expect me to do? He's probably throwing a fit back home, and I don't know how I'm actually going to get back home! Last time, I was only here for a few hours! What if I left in the middle of the night? How would I even explain that? Well, I wouldn't have to. Plus, I probably seem really sketchy right now, but what am I supposed to do? If I even told you, I'd probably screw up everything!"
"Calm down, Yuri!" Wolfram exclaimed. Yuri did so immediately. "Can you prove to me that you aren't dangerous?"
Yuri was quiet for a while. "The only thing I can think of…was that Miss Julia trusted me…well, kinda."
"Miss…Julia. She trusted everyone." Wolfram said, eyes cast downwards once more.
"Wolfram, how am I supposed to prove that to you?" Yuri asked, looking at him.
"Do you have a weapon?"
"Do you see a weapon? I stripped in front of you."
"What about magic powers?"
He wasn't going to lie again. "Ah-yes, but…"
"Show them to me."
"What!" Yuri asked. Wolfram most certainly did not want to see them.
"Your powers, let me see them."
"How?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed. What was he going to do?
Wolfram sighed. "What element do you command?" Umm…all of them? "Water?"
"There's a basin in the corner, make something."
Yuri sighed, too. "This has changed suddenly; we were so chummy just a few minutes ago. Why'd I have to open my mouth and suggest that we talk?" He muttered as he walked over to the basin. Closing his eyes, he held out his hands. For show, he continued muttering, something along the lines of 'elements of water, obey those that defeated the originators.' His hands glowed a light blue, and the water rose up and twisted into an intricate pattern. The symbol of the Demon Kingdom.
"I see," Wolfram nodded. How could he really even tell what was going on? It was dark, and he was halfway across the room. "Against my better judgment," he said. "I'm going to let you stay, but if Big Brother found out about this, I'll be in trouble."
Yeah, you probably would be.
"If you're still here in three days, I want answers, Yuri." Wolfram demanded, eyes stern.
"Why are you letting me stay? This doesn't seem like you at all."
"You're the one that called us friends, idiot," Wolfram said, looking away. Yuri walked towards the bed and climbed back in. Disaster averted. With any luck, he wouldn't still be in that timeline in three days. "Besides, I just feel like I should trust you."
"Wolfram," Yuri said, placing his hand on top of the blonde Demon's. "Thank you. For not asking questions and for not kicking me out."
"I really, really shouldn't be doing this," Wolfram blushed, pulling his hand away. Clearing his throat, he said, "And I really hope no one comes to check on me during the night."
Yuri chuckled. "I agree. Goodnight, Wolfram."
"Goodnight…Idiot…I want an apology in the morning," Wolfram whispered, burying himself underneath the blankets and quickly falling asleep.
When he woke up in the morning, all he could feel was body all over him, and he almost felt like he was at home. It was still Wolfram, he could tell from the scent, and that only furthered his suspicions. Maybe I was dreaming, he thought. But no such luck. Light poured in through windows, and although those windows were familiar, they were on the wrong side of the room. This was still Wolfram's room. He was still eighteen years in the past.
"Well, this isn't very different either." He groaned, gently pushing Wolfram off of him.
Blinking, Wolfram opened his eyes wearily, "What is it?"
"You were on top of me," Yuri laughed.
Wolfram was awake now, his face flushed a bright red. "Ah – I tend to move a lot while I sleep."
"It's ok," Yuri smiled. In the future, your fiancé will get used to it, he thought.
"Wolfram," Lady Celi's soft voice rang through the doors and throughout the room.
"Oh no! It's Mother! Quick, get under the blankets!"
"What!" he exclaimed. While Lady Celi was very understanding, it would not be the best position to be found in. Why had he done such a thing anyway? Ah – probably because he had been finding that lately he couldn't sleep without the sporadic Wolfram. That sounded strange, but it was true. He was just so used to him.
"Get under there," Wolfram grunted, throwing the blankets into a lump over Yuri. "Come in, Mother!" he called.
"Oh, Wolfram…"
"What is it, Mother?" Wolfram asked, obviously worried. All Yuri could see was black, because of the blankets, but he could hear it in his voice.
"I have some terrible, terrible news." He felt the bed shift. "Who else is in your bed, Wolfy?" She asked, suspicious.
"No one!" He exclaimed, a little too quickly. "What was the news?"
Apparently brought back to the topic at hand, her voice sobered. "I…perhaps we should talk about this somewhere else…"
"What's wrong?"
"You see, Wolfy…your father's family…you see…a long time ago…you know about the Originators, right?" He nodded. "And the four forbidden boxes?" Her voice was starting to crack; he couldn't see her, but he could hear that she was starting to cry. And he knew what this was about. The thought brought him immense sadness. He didn't want to pry in on Wolfram's life, not about this, not now. "I…Wolfram…you probably shouldn't have other's hear this. I'm sorry, but…"
Disregarding Wolfram's denial, Yuri flipped up the covers, and tried his best not to look sympathetic. He didn't want to betray anything. "Furi…" Lady Celi said. "I see," she smiled, but weakly. "So the two of you did hit it off."
"We're just friends, Mother, and where he comes from, this is normal."
"Well, you two do have your clothes on…"
"I think I'll be going now, Your Majesty," Yuri said. Looking at Wolfram, catching the innocent and bed-ridden look of him, he found his voice catching in his throat. How unfair, that this boy should have to shoulder something like what Lady Celi was about to tell him. And then…but wait…Wolfram hadn't known that he was the key at first…was something his fault? Had he done something! What had he done! "Oh gods, I'm screwing everything up!"
"What are you talking about, Yu - Furi?"
"Nothing. I'll be in the courtyard, Wolfram, ok?"
"Ok…" Wolfram replied, looking at his hands.
Just outside of the door, he heard Lady Celi's intense sobs.
Ok people, I know I've been gone a long time, and there's no excuse except for that I'm lazy and kind of grew out of this fandom. But now I'm back in it again! I'm trying to finish Nineteen Days;Nineteen Nights, but I have no idea how far I'm going to get. I'll upload as many as I possibly can, but I'm sorry if I don't finish. I might just have to end up making myself write haha.
Anyway, here's part one of my return! R&R