STORY: 'Until the Stars are all Alight'
SERIES: Kyo Kara Maoh/ Kyou Kara Maou
WRITER: M.L.Patton
DISCLIAMER: There is no claim to ownership rights of Kyo Kara Maoh plot or characters. This be original fan fiction only.
CHAPTER SYNOPSIS: In which there is an occurrence in the dark and the Demon King naively denies himself happiness.
one 'Yuri and Wolfram Together'
It was shortly after midnight, and the antique clock in the King's hollow room ticked away as if waiting patiently for one of the room occupants to do something; anything at all. Yuri Shibuya sat upright on the left side of his bed. He stared straight ahead of him, and to the right of him he could feel the unrelenting gaze of Wolfram Von Bielefield boring into him. The whites' of his eyes sent Yuri into complete, internal panic.
Why isn't he asleep, or at least pretending to be? Nothing happened today, nothing special, so why is tonight different? Man… why won't he say anything; this is so stupid.
Everything had played out as it always did. Yuri had closed his door for the night; Wolfram was already there clad in suggestive cherry blossom lace. With the curtains comfortably drawn and the candle lights snuffed, Yuri drew back the covers of his bed was just about to climb in when he felt eyes on him; all over him, causing his chest to sink. Wolfram was neither asleep nor feigning it as normal; but rather simply sitting cross-legged staring at him with indecipherable intent.
His eyes; those encompassing jade eyes jaunty and full of life's fire and now so incredibly focused on him and him alone; they petrified Yuri. His face blanched in the dark. The silence had well stretched past awkward into flat out bizarre. Not widely known for his virtue of patience, Yuri stole himself and spoke into the dark to those penetrating eyes.
"Wakeful much... Wolfram?"
"No."
"Oh. Kay. I mean, yeah, alright. Fine. Don't talk about it. I'm going to sleep. Goodnight."
"Talk about what, pray tell?" Wolfram said as if he hadn't the faintest idea of what Yuri spoke of.
The little brat.
"Well how about why you've been staring daggers into me for the past ten minutes?" Yuri ventured. At this, Wolfram slowly closed his eyes and tossed his head back in a guffaw.
"I've done no such thing; I was just looking at you, you big wuss."
"Nngh, NO!" Yuri shouted indignantly. "That rigid glare was like you were trying to make me burst into flames with your eyes!"
Wolfram gasped, fuming. "You Wimp! Swine! If I wanted you to combust I'd just use my magick! W-What's wrong with looking at you or being awake when you come in for the night? Why do I have to be asleep all the time, huh?!"
"That's not what I said," Yuri moaned, annoyed. This was a song he'd heard from Wolfram more then once. "I'm just saying you're creeping me out so stop looking at me like that, okay? Jeez." With that said Yuri finally resumed his task of slipping into bed, closing his eyes, and grabbing his pillow so he could use it to ward off any further piddling gripes from Wolfram. He was so geared up to protect his ears from whining that they perked up and his eyes shot open when he heard a tiny and solemn 'sorry' trickle from Wolfram's lips.
What?
Yuri propped himself up on his elbow and turned to his right, bemused. Wolfram's pink back was to him now, his legs dangling over the side of the bed.
Don't just leave!
"Wolfram." Was all he could say.
"Yuri…. I feel I should go- -"
"- -Don't even say it," Yuri stated sharply. From his deep voice and stead resolve one might have thought the boy king had yielded to the Maou, but they would be wrong; he was still very much himself.
"But this is just to- -"
"- -Weird? I know. But stay."
"Stop finishing my sentences and I'll consider it," Wolfram replied turning back around to the left, dragging his lithe legs back up from the floor. Yuri exhaled, one hurdle bested successfully. He sat back upright and crossed his arms.
"I'm sorry if I insulted you, Wolfram, but contrary to popular belief I'm not a fool. You're different tonight. I just wanted to know why and if you want to keep it a secret then I won't bug you about it anymore."
"I'm not different at all tonight, Yuri." Wolfram whispered. "It's amazing. By simply being awake at this hour; the mere gesture has produced such emotion from you. Look at you, you're positively spastic. You want to know why I'm awake; I'll tell you, I wanted to see what would happen. And I'm not the one who's out of place tonight, Yuri, you are with your questions, shouts, and sincerity." Wolfram was so pleased with himself; even the shadows could not hide his beaming grin.
"I..!" Yuri began, but his backlash fell short. As he turned Wolfram's little spiel over in his mind everything came up spot on. Dumfounded with himself and the situation Yuri slowly cocked his head to one side waiting for Wolfram to tell him more. "What are you getting at?"
"Nothing in particular," Wolfram admitted which might have very well been a white lie. "I just had to see what you would say. I didn't know what would happen. I was all set to have to repick the lock later tonight if you threw me out."
The little…
"Well mystery solved" Yuri groaned, well defeated. "Now let's go to bed."
"But we're already in bed" Wolfram sniggered, purposely trying to piss him off. Yuri grimaced at the lackluster childishness the Mazoku degraded himself with and then smiled.
"Why you…" he began and reached out for the flaxen prankster.
"Wha!Hey!YURI!" Wolfram stammered as he was seized by his shoulders and wrestled unto his back, the smile not yet gone from his face.
"Gotcha, ha ha!" Yuri laughed, high on the moment.
"But you got me off guard," Wolfram protested playfully. "You cheated, you cheater!"
"Now, accept your defeat Wolfram," Yuri cooed, taking his hands from the other boy's shoulders. At last Wolfram retaliated; albeit while snaking his arms around Yuri's back.
"You really are a fool. You should know I, of all people, do not give up." he decreed, emphasizing the 'up'.
"Don't I know it," Yuri moaned again, half teasing this go. The two laughed like boys; much younger boys from days that they had not been able to share together. High, loud, and deep with no regards for anything but their little game. They carried on like that until the laughter had rolled away and the awkward silence returned again leaving Yuri lingering over Wolfram.
…How did this happen?...
"Yuri…" Wolfram said ever so softly, his liquid eyes staring into him again with a certain draw that was gentler then before but just as; if not more so, terrifying.
Oh no…
"Yuri…" Wolfram said again, those baffling eyes of his fluttering shut.
Oh no…!
Panic. Panic was happening in his head. As red alerts, alarms, and whistle warnings exploded to life in his brain, all Yuri could do outwardly was feel his eyes grow ever more wider as Wolfram's frame became Wolfram's face became Wolfram's mouth became Wolfram's…. kiss.
It just happened. And since Wolfram was already pinned by Yuri and Yuri was already bound by Wolfram there was no escape.
Much later on in his days, Yuri would wish he could remember what it had felt like, if it had been just as soft and warm and innocent as he imagined it had been. But the white hot surprise of the event left Yuri only dumbstruck and he would forever only remember the moment as 'first kiss' with no details to savor. But at the moment he didn't care for lasting memories, he did not care for the kiss to end, rather for it to not have occurred at all.
Wolfram wasn't greedy and the kiss turned out to be modest and sweet rather then scorching and licentious as Yuri feared it had been. Feeling the bind slowly loosening around him Yuri waited about five seconds before springing back and rapidly crab walking back to his own side of the bed. Breathing heavily he stared at Wolfram who simply stared right back at him, a queer look of interest on his face.
This can't get any worse…
Wolfram studied him for the better half of a minute before drawing in a low breath and exhaling it, as if readying himself for some difficult undertaking.
What? What? What?
With a sigh of content, Wolfram played his finger tips across the sheets in front of him until they found the hem of his gown, pinched it, and then gingerly pulled it up over his head and off his body.
Nononononononoooooooo!
"Argh!" Yuri yelped whipping around in the opposite direction and covering his eyes with loose fists. "W-WOLFRAM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" he cried in distress as if he didn't already know.
"Look at me Yuri," came Wolfram's tender reply.
"NO! Are you crazy! Put your dress-thing back on for crying out loud!"
"Just look at me, Yuri!" Wolfram persisted, but the king would have none of it. He only pulled his own hair and moaned. "You wimp…" Wolfram muttered as he leaned forwardand embraced Yuri from behind. Yuri froze as he felt Wolfram's soft, flat chest and abdomen against his rigid back. He relaxed as he felt Wolfram's arms cross over his shoulders and chest. Wolfram sighed contently, and rested his head on his King's right shoulder. For time unmeasured they leaned on each other and just breathed. Yuri could feel Wolfram's breath caress his ear, and Wolfram could feel Yuri's back rise and fall against his chest. Together the two young Mazoku shared harmony with one another until Yuri suddenly found himself again.
"N-NO! No, Wolfram!" he shouted jerking away. "I mean, damn! You're a guy! It's like you keep forgetting! You're killing me here! Oooh man, this is just too weird…!"
"Don't think of me as a man, Yuri; just think of me as me…" Wolfram whispered, but his resolve was breaking.
"How am I supposed to do that?" Yuri shouted, Wolfram's message lost on him. "You're Wolfram; a guy! What else am I suppose to think!" And then a line was crossed. A thin line that's habitually very hard to see. The kind you can not step back from.
"I…I don't know," Wolfram murmured, hints of shame dotting his voice. "I just thought… I don't know what I was thinking," he said as he blindly groped around for his negligee, his gaze far away now. As Wolfram become more distant, Yuri was being pushed from his blind panic into awful realization. As his fists loosened and his fingers parted he could see frail Sir Von Bielefield, his fire stolen from him. There was more quietness as two hearts were breaking.
I didn't mean to say it that way, Yuri thought. I didn't mean for this to happen.
"W….wait….Wolfram…"
"Don't say it. Don't say anything Yuri, just don't, alright?"
Wolfram is hurting…
"Wolfram, wait…"
"I-I'm sorry. I am. Don't… say anything to anybody." Wolfram was dressed again now and on his feet albeit unsteady.
Wolfram… I'm right here. I'm not mad…!
Slowly turning heel the delicate young man began to walk from the scene with his shoulders shrunken and head hung low.
It's alright, Wolfram! This is normal! We always go back and fourth like this! Why are you crying? Don't walk away! Yell at me like you always do! Wolfram is hurting!
Yuri's body shook involuntarily as he watched the one begin to disappear into the darkness.
I know that no one will love me as you do and how much you do! I want you to know that I know that! I want you to prove it to me!
It was too late.
Wolfram!
It was over.
"WOLFRAM, I DO LOVE YOU."
But then again, sometimes the tiny things can make all the difference in this world and the other.
"What…?" Wolfram began.
"You heard me, right?" Yuri cried. "I'm sorry! Maybe I'm a wimp, but I promise to work on that if you promise to not walk away from me." Yuri thrust his hand out into dark and willed Wolfram to take it. "You were right, nothing's different about tonight. We fight and we make up just like every time…" For a third time uncomfortable silence filled the emptiness of the room. Until, of course;
"You wimp. Stop babbling like a brook, I couldn't leave you alone even if I wanted to; you're such a wimp, you wimp." All smiles and sniffles, the royal pair helped each other into bed and under the covers. A mutual agreement to go to sleep went unspoken.
"I did hear you," Yuri's fiancé said once he was comfortable.
"Eh?" Wolfram's fiancé chirped, already half asleep.
"I heard you. I won't forget it." Even though it wasn't visible, it was obvious Wolfram was grinning again. And even though it wasn't visible, Yuri's cheeks roughed red.
"Go to sleep…" He frowned.
And so they did, fingers entwined.
But that's not the end of the story.
continued.
(Preview of next chapter 2 'Next Morning' abridged)
The first thing that greeted Lord Bielefield the following daybreak were the reds of his eyes lids made vivid by the morning sun. He groaned and stretched, turning to the left where there were cold crisp sheets and no body to warm them. No surprise here; Yuri was always out of bed at the cock-crow to train with/a.k.a. spend time with Conrart. He, himself, however much preferred to take his time rising. He had all day to parade around and be over all impressive and professional. Dawn was designated Wolfram-time.
Ah yes, few things compare to the comforts of the cold side of the pillow.
This notion entertained, Wolfram clutched Yuri's pillow to his chest and drifted back to lullaby valley for another forty winks, dreaming of what the new day would bring.
"…Yuri…" he smiled.
Yuri was running his daily course along side Conrart, but his thoughts were elsewhere. They were still in the middle of last night in his bed chamber panicking. Now that it was a whole new day he was thinking much more clearly and his heart felt very heavy.
He was afraid he had seemingly made a promise of the unbreakable sort. Now that the 'L' word had entered Wolfram's head there would be no stopping the chain reaction that would catapult Yuri to the alter and head first into unholy matrimony.
He was afraid as he saw those green eyes sparkling in his head. Yuri could not stop trembling as he ran around in circles.
"I'm tired of being afraid of you all the time…" he murmured.
continued in chapter 2 'Next Morning'