Author: Ku-chyan
Pairing: YuuriWolfram
Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou.
A/N: Thanks very much for the reviews!
Word Count: 293
#2: Turning
During the first spring after the world officially becomes Yuuri's only world, Wolfram falls ill due to an infected wound and is confined to bed rest. Because he's the Maou's fiancee, he's confined to Yuuri's bed.

Sometimes Yuuri means to complain that he didn't mean to get engaged and we're just friends, but the maids and Conrad and Gwendal have such expectation in their eyes that he can't. The nights in the king's chambers become filled with squabbles and quarrels, arguments over petty things that usually end with Yuuri sleeping on the floor willingly.

They're not in love.

Wolfram's eyes are accusing. He's stopped calling Yuuri a cheater, simply rests his cheek against Yuuri's pillow and gives the Maou a look that makes him want to scream.

Suddenly the leaves fall and crumble beneath Greta's hands, her child smile the only thing that can make Yuuri smile. There's a fierce anger in Yuuri, a dissatisfaction that grows each morning. One night they fight, the prince and the king, and Wolfram falls under a weak, halfhearted shove by the ever pacifistic king, knees and nails digging in the floor as he pants and gasps before he collapses. Yuuri is terrified.

The paperwork becomes less. Expectation becomes some kind of pity that Yuuri doesn't understand. Conrad is a constant by his side from the time he leaves the hallway his bedroom is located in to the time he walks back in. Yuuri has learned which days of the week to walk slowly, which days to take his time so he never runs into the healer on their way out.

Wolfram still grumbles and glares with half-lidded eyes, but Yuuri only smiles and nods no matter what. He swears to himself that they'll never fight again.