Dancing

Authors Notes: This is just a little oneshot I decided to write late one night when I was bored beyond all reason. It goes along with my fanfiction "Sleeping" and is number two in a series of twelve oneshots that are linked by the common theme of Wolfram and Yuuri's relationship advancing. If I'm feeling generous enough, fic twelve will be a lemon. Regardless, please enjoy, rate, and review.

Disclaimer: I absolutely do not own Kyou Kara Maou! nor any of the related persons, locations, items, or the like found in this fanfiction. Kyou Kara Maou! is the rightful property of Tomo Takabayashi, now don't we all just adore Takabayashi-san?

Warning: Not much to warn about, anyone with a brain should know that the couple featured in this fanfiction are both male. This fanfiction will contain BL fluff and Wolfram!angst. )

Covenant Castle was brightly lit this evening, and the grand main hall was decorated and filled with people dancing, mingling, and eating. It was a large celebration in honor of a new alliance with a human country. The Maou and all of his subjects and loyal friends were dressed accordingly for this event. Wonderful music played and the hall was alive with dance and music. It was truly a wonderful sight to see humans and demons together. Even if it was just one country, it was still something to celebrate grandly.

The blond prince, in his formal uniform, stood to the side of the room, watching his fiancé speak to the ruler of the land they had allied with. He had been watching Yuuri closely to make sure he wasn't being a heartless flirt like he so often did. Thankfully, Wolfram had only intervened once when he saw a girl about their age smiling at Yuuri. Other than that though, the celebration was remotely uneventful. Crossing his arms, Wolfram shifted his watchful eyes away from Yuuri and to the crowds of dancing people. The blond prince's expression changed slightly and a soft frown graced his handsome face.

As he watched the wonderfully dressed people dancing together with smiles he couldn't help but feel his heart ache. No matter how many formal events like this they had, whenever Wolfram had asked ( or demanded ) that Yuuri dance with him, the answer had always been the same; his fiancé had always refused and it always felt like stone being thrown at the blond prince. How he wished that just once he and Yuuri could share a dance. He wasn't even asking for a slow romantic dance; he would truthfully be happy with anything, just one dace would make him the happiest person in the world. Though with Yuuri's strange reluctance, Wolfram had convinced himself a dance was out of the question. But still, as he shifted his gaze back to Yuuri, he felt as if not a stone, but an entire brick had been chucked right at his face.

Yuuri was dancing with the princess of the country they had just allied with.

Wolfram didn't care if it was simply out of courtesy; it hurt. Clenching his fists his feet automatically began to move towards where his fiancé was dancing. However, when he reached Yuuri, planning to give him a thorough chewing, Wolfram found himself incapable of producing a coherent sentence. He stumbled over his own words and the only words that made sense were the last two words "…insensitive cheater!" the blond prince had shouted rather loudly before shaking his head and storming out to the balcony. This had happened before, but today it just hurt so damn bad.

Yuuri blinked at Wolfram has he screamed, and watched the blond retreat to the balcony. Sighing deeply he apologized to the princess and continued their dance. However, as they danced Yuuri began to feel rather awkward. The look on Wolfram's face before he had stormed out was still in Yuuri's mind. It was safe to say that the prince had been close to tears, and as the minutes drew on, Yuuri began to feel guilty. WHY was he feeling guilty? Sure they were engaged but Yuuri didn't love Wolfram. And yet as he danced with that princess, the only person he could think about was the prince. As the song ended, Yuuri smiled at the girl and bowed slightly. "Thank you for the dance, please excuse me now." Yuuri said as the princess thanked him back and curtseyed before turning away to go mingle more.

Trying to shake the guilt away from his mind, Yuuri went and spoke with Conrad and a few others for a short amount of time, and even then, all he could think about was the look Wolfram had given to him. Finally, after excusing himself from the conversation Yuuri made a strangled sort of noise before he grumbled and headed to the balcony. He'd go apologize to Wolfram. Then maybe he'd be able to enjoy himself again.

As he reached the balcony, Yuuri's eyes fell on Wolfram, who was staring off the balcony at the demon kingdom below and stretching out beyond. A cold breeze was blowing and it was actually quite pleasant out. As he began to approach the blond prince, Wolfram turned around.

He knew who it was without even looking. He'd memorized the sound of Yuuri's steps. He'd memorized many things about the king. Frowning, Wolfram whipped his head back in the other direction. "And what is it you want, traitorous cheat?" Wolfram asked in his normal bratty voice. Yuuri deserved it in the first place.

Yuuri gave an exasperated sigh; Wolfram was always such a brat. "Well if you'd actually give me a chance to speak I'd tell you that I came to apologize." Yuuri said in a slightly annoyed tone. Wolfram was quite to snap with sharp words… but then again, he supposed he did deserve such snappy replies. He still remembered the look on Wolfram's face. He must have made the prince feel pretty rotten by dancing with that princess.

"Well it's about time." Wolfram muttered as he turned to face Yuuri. The expression he wore was one of sorrow and anger mixed. "Can't you understand why I get so angry Yuuri? Are my words truly that meaningless to you?" Wolfram asked, struggling to keep his voice under control "Don't you understand how much it hurts me to see my own fiancé dancing with someone while he refuses to dance even just once with me?!" Wolfram exclaimed momentarily losing control of his voice. He was trying his hardest to keep his emotions under control; something which took great care to do. "Once, just once again, Yuuri, can I ask; may I please have this dance?" Wolfram asked, the anger completely gone from his face. He was wearing a sad smile, and holding out his hand as a gentleman did when asking for a dance.

As he listened to Wolfram words, Yuuri began to really feel rotten. He didn't love Wolfram; he really didn't… so why was he feeling so guilty? And why was Wolfram's sorrowful expressions carved into his mind? The confusing and annoying questions raced through his mind, and as Wolfram softly pleaded for just one dance, Yuuri found himself smiling softly. "All right Wolfram, just one dance." he said placing his hand in Wolfram's.

The blond prince nearly looked as if he was going to faint when Yuuri accepted, but then he smiled softly and simply whispered a thank you before they returned to the hall and shared a dance, shared their first dance. Wolfram would hold this memory precious, and as one song turned into two, and two turned into three, Yuuri hardly noticed that the promised amount multiplied. Perhaps he to would hold this memory precious, somewhere beyond that reluctant wall that was slowly beginning to crumble.

End

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