Fun Facts

By BlondeKnitter

Disclaimer: I do not own KKM, and I am making no money from this.

a/n: I and a friend were reading odd facts off the internet, and we decided to write a fic where we centre the plot around the fact. So here it is. Please read and let me know how you like it. Be nice, cause this is my first story.

Fact: 60% of all marriages end in divorce.

Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue…. Mama's words were still echoing all through out Wolfram's mind the night before his and Yuuri's wedding. He had wished to keep some of Earth's marriage traditions to make his fiancé happy considering that the ceremony would mainly consist on Mazoku traditions. He wouldn't allow the king to see him until the next day at dusk, a Mazoku tradition. Couples were married on the full moon that swelled the tides up the beaches and promised fertility and a happy joining, another tradition.

Wolfram processed this and mulled over it again and again as he stared at the canopy bed's ceiling.

After laying awake several more minutes, he lit the lamp with a small burst of fire magic, and stepped out of his little room. He had to find the required items for the wedding and fast. He had no time. Annissina had loaned him a black garter to wear under his tunic and whether or not that counted as 'something borrowed' he did not know. He did not want to risk things not working perfectly.

His first stop was Conrart's room. He crept inside with the lamp shuttered and was relieved to see that the Captain of the Guards was out on patrol. Never in all his years had he thought that he'd be willingly looking about Conrart's room, but here he was. He scanned the room for anything that he could use.

"Aha!" he exclaimed, "found you." he picked up the old wooden sword from the shelf and stalked out the door, shutting it gently behind him. 'something old,' check! Wolfram thought gleefully to himself as he quietly padded down the cold stone hallways. He ignored the eerie darkness with his lonely lamp, his determination preventing him from feeling any unease he might have felt any other night. His next stop: big brother's room.

He completely extinguished the lantern at the door to Gwendal's room for extra precaution. The General Regent was a somewhat heavy sleeper, but he kept his room black as soot and added to the fact that Gwendal was a trained soldier, Wolfram had to be careful. He pushed the door open carefully, slowly as he could, trying to see inside…nothing…. He used his soldier's training to sense where the older Mazoku was. After a moment of concentration, he verified that Gwendal was not in the room and slowly, he stepped inside, shutting the door behind him.

Wolfram made his way to the bed to double check if Gwendal was indeed there, when a light came from the bathroom, silhouetting the tall demon in the door.

"Wolfram?" Gwendal mumbled tiredly, "What are you doing in here at one in the morning?"

Thinking fast, Wolfram went into 'cute baby brother mode,' "I had a nightmare, and since Little Big Brother is away, I came here. I was so afraid. I dreamed that Yuuri-" he couldn't go on. He widened his eyes and looked up at Gwen with tears in the corners. The older man felt his eye twitch from cuteness overload.

"Ok. You can stay in here for the rest of the night."

Wolf snuggled into the broad chest and settled down to wait. The bathroom light was left on for him, and he was grateful for that. Looking around, he saw just the thing he wanted. All that was needed now was for Gwendal to go to sleep.

It only took an hour of patient waiting for him to fall deeply asleep. Wolfram still laid there loving the feeling of warmth that radiated from his Big Brother. After the wedding, he would not be allowed to be alone with anybody but his husband. Stupid stuffy marriage laws. Stupid traditions. Yuuri wouldn't care. He understood the bond between brothers.

He lifted the sleep heavy arm and slipped out of his grip, moving a pillow where he was so that Gwendal wouldn't wake and see him swiping what he wanted from his room. He tiptoed to the wardrobe and pulled the jewelry drawer open, digging through the chains until he found what he was looking for. After he untangled the mess, he eased out the door pulling it to behind him.

Something borrowed, check! he sniggered to himself. The next stop on his list was his mother's room. A stray tear came to his eye and he stubbornly wiped it away. It hurt his heart that his mother couldn't be there for the wedding. Storms kept her ship in port in Small Shimaron. The Ten Noble families of the realm refused an extension on the ceremony on account of the too long engagement.

He looked around the unfamiliar chamber and went to look in the lingerie drawer. After a moment of digging, his found his something blue, check! he glanced into the silky, lacy articles and felt confident that he had all he wanted. Yuuri would love it, he hoped. After replacing the things in their places, he paused before leaving and grabbed a pillow off of the bed.

He was exhausted after tramping all over the castle, so he retired to his room to get what little sleep he could for the rest of the night. He placed the items on his bedside table and curled around his mother's pillow. He buried his face in it to take in her smell, lilacs and sunshine, and then after letting a few tears escape, settled into a deep sleep.

All too soon, his attendants came in to begin preparations for the ceremony. It was only dawn, and Wolfram was still sleepy, the dark circles under his eyes serving as evidence to that fact. They stripped him and began the cleansing ritual. He was soaked in an oil infused bath of honeysuckles and citrus flowers. And after almost drowning when he fell asleep in the bath, he was wide awake.

The attendants came in and got into the sunken tub with the soon to be Prince Consort and began scrubbing him all over. One shampooed his hair, massaging his scalp to rid it of the impurities, and the other moved down his legs to his feet, reducing Wolf to a puddle of goo. It wasn't do much to keep him from sinking into sleep again. He was removed from the bathing room and laid down on the chaise lounge to rest before the next bridal ritual.

The attendants allowed him to rest a bit as they brushed off his tunic and trousers, and shined his shoes. His breakfast was brought in and left for the servants to take to the bride. No one was allowed to see him before the Maou on the wedding night. No words were to be spoken until the vows that night; the tradition was to ensure that the future Prince Consort was trustworthy to keep the nation's secrets. Wolfram just hoped that his voice wouldn't crack during the ceremony.

Wolf drank some herbal tea and nibbled some toast, his stomach not cooperating for much else, and settled down to nap a little more. The attendants left him to sleep for a couple of hours to let him get ready for the final preparations. An hour before dusk, he was awakened and placed in a hot salt and mineral bath to soften his skin. He was to be completely clean and pure for the Maou.

He was dried off and his g-string was tied on his hips, and the black garter was placed on his thigh, soon followed by his tight tan knee pants and silk stockings which were fastened above his knees with silver straps. Oils were brushed into his golden curls, adding to the shine and each one was meticulously pulled into place with saintly patience.

The under tunic was pulled over his head and the outer was belted at his waist, showing his entire petite figure. The attendants put light eyeliner on to accentuate the emerald for the king. He was the only one who would see him after all. When they were finished dressing him and left, Wolfram went to the table holding his items. He pulled the wolf charm pendant that he got from Gwen, put the wooden sword in his belt for Conrart, and slipped the blue lacy thong on after removing his pants and g-string.

As soon as he re-dressed, the attendants came back in and placed the ceremonial bridal veil over his head. They motioned for him to sit while they went to prepare the carriage for him. The door opened and a cloth bag was dropped inside and the door shut just as fast.

Wolf picked it up and wrapped up was a small silver dagger with a note attached. He recognized Gwendal's writing immediately: Just in case he gets too close.

Wolf chuckled. He now had his something new.

The ceremony itself didn't take all the time that preparing for it had. He and Yuuri exchanged a few vows, were tied together with the ceremonial red rope, drank from the cup of wine, and kissed. Wolfram had gone through the entire thing in a daze. He couldn't wrap his mind around the fact that he and Yuuri were finally married after all the trouble he had gone through to get to that point.

Later that evening, he and Yuuri lay sated in each other's arms in the Royal Bedchambers.

"I love you, wimp. I even did your Earth tradition of something old, new, borrowed and blue. It took me all night, but I did it." he kissed his jaw and yawned.

Yuuri chuckled, "I loved your something blue. I love you too, and we are destined to be bonded. We are married after all!" he pulled the exhausted blonde into his arms tighter and they went to sleep soon after.

At the end of the day, it didn't matter how many trinkets he had, he and Yuuri were destined to be together. After years of insecurity and heart ache, they were finally married happily.