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BACKSTAGE PASS

by Sayoko Bizen

Flipping the pages of the latest script amid the glow of different studio lights and equipment, Wolfram walked past Yuuri in a huff.

Yuuri blinked at his rather irritated-looking companion and asked, "What's wrong?"

The blond glared at the double-black and threw the stapled bunch of papers at him. "Have you SEEN this? Can you BELIEVE what Sayo wants us to do?!"

The soukoku monarch tapped his own chin twice and grinned. "Sayo? Hmm… Sayoko Bizen… something cloyingly sweet with me calling you lots of endearments and you being pouty and long-suffering?"

Wolfram put on a decidedly pouty and long-suffering face. "Yeah."

Yuuri put his arm around Wolfram's shoulder and looked down onto the print. "Hmm… "A New Beginning?" he considered as he skimmed through the material. "Not bad. Not too much plot, no plot twists… just one scene." The young king concluded. "Not too much work, I think. Right,Wolfram?"

Wolfram stepped away from the other boy and found an actor's chair to sit in. "She doesn't make me work for your love in this one… In it she's already written about us as being…" the prince trailed off.

The Japanese boy looked at Wolfram's face, took the black monoblock chair beside the blond's and sat himself down. He waited for Wolfram to speak. After a few moments, Wolfram got up, rolled the script up like a newspaper and started to walk in the direction of the writer's trailer, but Yuuri was quick to catch up with him and pulled him back.

"What are you doing?" the double black asked.

"I can't do this anymore, Yuuri. I can't." was the Nordic godling's answer.

Yuuri looked adorably confused. "Do what?"

"Play happy couple," Wolfram answered weakly. "I'm not this good an actor."

Yuuri looked as if Wolfram had sicced a fire lion at him and got him good. "What?"

Wolfram sighed in defeat. "Nothing. I'm gonna stuff this into Sayo's fat little face and I'm going to make her write something more realistic." Wolfram spat as he began striding angrily again towards the writer's trailer as Yuuri tried to keep up. When after a few moments Yuuri couldn't keep in step anymore, he yelled.

"WAIT!"

"WHAT?"

Yuuri seemed to find his shoes fascinating, looking at them and wiggling his toes inside them as he said, "You don't have to have this changed."

Wolfram stopped for a moment to consider, then took off again, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake. "Yes I do. If she hadn't brought us to earth for this, I'd have fried her as soon as I finished reading this crap. And why does she get the biggest trailer in this set? I have every reason to flambe her now!" Wolfram seethed, then backpedaled. "Well, no Maryoku. But I'm sure she keeps gasoline and matches in that monster. Roasted Sayoko, medium rare!" he roared.

The king's sense of justice made him desperate. "You can't!"

Wolfram eyed Yuuri dubiously. "Why not?!"

The double-black crossed his arms but it looked more like a self-hugging gesture. "Because I put her up to this. On pain of death, actually," he explained.

This time, Wolfram's brow rose in disbelief as he crossed his arms over his chest again. "You. Shibuya Yuuri, 27th Demon King of Shin Makoku and its National Wimp."

"Hey!" Yuuri cried indignantly.

But Wolfram just kept at it. "You ordered a…" Now two dark gold brows rose in surprise. "WHAT?! You're crazy! She's King Bob's subject!"

Now it was Yuuri's turn to start tapping his foot impatiently. "Isn't this is the point where you kiss me for being a sweet guy?"

"Not when you're trying to cause an inter-dimensional incident, you idiot!"

"Even when I'm willing to risk war with Bob AND my own brother for you?" Yuuri asked sadly.

Wolfram's eyes softened at the words and his angry stare turned into a soft, loving look in a moment. "In that case, I still need to go to Sayo to have this script amended."

Yuuri cast his eyes down. "Oh… so you don't want to be paired with me anymore… I understand…" he sadly said, tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes.

The blond prince bit his lip and placed his free hand on his own hip. "No, stupid!" he admonished laughingly. "This script cuts off before the real fun begins! I'll get her to make a lemon. You would like that, won't you?" Wolfram asked, insecurity audible in his voice once more.

Yuuri immediately perked up and seemingly from out of nowhere, he produced Shounagon's Pillow Book – the Japanese Kama Sutra. Wolfram gave him a thoroughly measuring and disapproving look. "Pervert."

The boy king grinned at the blond again. "Well, we can't have her getting writer's block on this part, right?"

Wolfram had to bite back a smile. "Yep, let's go."

And off they went.