a/n: There're two quotes here. This one's a happy ending though. Aww, I'm sorry if the fic isn't as good as the quotes. T,T… I assure you that I didn't mean it! Anyways, here's the story – a Wolfram birthday fic. Does anyone know when his birthday truly is?
Anyways… I really need inspiration!
Thanks for those who reviewed on Story 1 & 2! I appreciated it very much, and sorry to make you cry if you did on story 2! I didn't mean to!!
Pairing: YuuRam – again
Genre: I don't really know…
Rating: K+ or T…
Story 3
Love not one, not two, but the one who loves you too…
Love not three, not four, but love who loves you more…
Love not five, not six, but the one who really sticks…
Love not seven, not eight, but the one who's willing to wait…
oOo Kyou Kara Maou oOo
A pair of black eyes was hidden with a convenient shine of its glasses – care of some nonexistent light source. Brown eyes kept moving from its left to its right. Left then right, left then right, and so on as it followed its owner's younger brother pace across the room with a hint of amusement that wasn't supposed to be there. Blue eyes, on the other hand, closed itself out of stress. It's been doing what the brown eyes were, long before its owner's younger brother stepped into the room. Meanwhile, Green eyes were busily narrowed with a swarm of emotions – anger, anxiety, and murderous intent being the dominant ones.
"Calm down, Wolfram!" The eldest among the four in the room stated with a heavy sigh.
A pair of green eyes snapped to his direction almost immediately with a raise of one of its fine brows. "Calm down? Aniue! You can't tell me to calm down!" Gwendal sighed and massaged his forehead in an attempt to ease his growing headache. "I just told you, didn't I?" he muttered under his breath, not really intending it to be heard. And apparently enough, none but the sage seemed to have heard it. He sighed and opened his blue eyes once more, "There's still two days left, Wolfram. There's still time." He tried to reason but to no avail…
"Two days here! What about there!? A week passes here, and it would just be a day or half of it there!!" he exclaimed while emphasizing his point with his hands. Gwendal sighed again and glared at his other brother. The glare clearly said "Conrad, say something…" and the other man could only comply. He knew that his older brother was good with words, regarding politics, negotiations and all, but a complete naught when it comes to these kinds of things.
"Wolfram, Gwendal is right. There's still time. You should have a bit more faith in him; it's been ten whole years after all. He's bound to remember." He said whilst leaning against the wall. Wolfram paused for a while, seemingly considering his brother's argument. But not long after, the blonde dismissed it as inadequate reasoning. "But he–!!"
"Lord Weller's right. Lord von Bielefeld. You should have more faith in Shibuya. I'm sure he won't forget something so important, don't you think? And besides…" he trailed of as his glasses finally decided to reveal those black orbs that were exactly his king's, but different at the same time. They were both wide and had that kindness in them, but this one was more knowing and mysterious through and through. He was the most knowledgeable man in the universe, so he had to be right, right?
"He likes you more than you think…"
He was hoping so. It's been ten long years, and if the double black's feelings for him didn't even budge an inch throughout those years, then he didn't know what else he could do. A small smile tugged his lips; if it was the sage saying it, what are the odds of it being wrong?
Gwendal smiled in relief. He could finally rest his poor eyes. What was the whole fuss about? Well, the maou hasn't returned yet after two weeks, but that wasn't why Wolfram was so anxious…
The deal was within two days would be his 92nd birthday.
oOo Kyou Kara Maou oOo
Right. There're still two days to wait…
That was the mantra Wolfram von Bielefeld was going over and over in his mind ever since the end of their conversation. The people in the castle, be it the maids or the soldiers, were busy preparing for a party Celi and Günter had initiated – Celi enthusiastically squealing that it was another excuse to show off her son's beauty, which Wolfram shrugged off embarrassedly. It's been like that ever since he could remember, after all. But none of it compared to his birthday the previous year – it was the best, hands down. Yuuri was there and he spent the whole night with him, even through the crowd. Yuuri wasn't embarrassed to be beside him, holding his hands in front of everybody.
A smile made its way onto the blonde's delicate lips. Gifts flew his way but the only things that counted for him were the gifts from the people who truly knew him – his mother, his brothers, Yozak, his uncle, and even the ones from the sage. But the one he would've kept, whatever it might have been was his fiancé's. The long letters written on expensive parchment sent to him were nothing compared to Yuuri's small "Happy Birthday" note on what appeared to be a torn piece of paper. He'd willingly trade those thousands of bouquet of different flowers given to him for just a simple flower from Yuuri.
As for the guests, he didn't really care. He and his family would suffice. Although knowing Celi, she must have invited tons and is willing to open the castle to anyone who wants to join in. Wolfram rolled his eyes at the idea. He couldn't care less as to how many people were going to attend, just so that the maou was there. It was fine if it was just a private ball, among them as long as Yuuri was there…
…after all…
…Yuuri was the only one he needed for it to be the best birthday of his life all over again…
oOo Kyou Kara Maou oOo
Wolfram tried cast his mind off the fact that Yuuri still wasn't there. Tried, but to no avail. His mind constantly drifted to the past years. Yuuri had stopped saying that their engagement was just an accident about four years ago, and that was a good sign that he was getting comfortable, right? Yuuri would spend time with him and Greta and he also stopped convincing Wolfram to sleep in his own room. Sometimes, Yuuri would even spend some time with him alone. He didn't say anything but it was fine as long as there was a sign of some sort of improvement on the king's part. He could wait for another ten years if that was how long it would take for his king to acknowledge his being a fiancé too. He'd rather wait than let a reluctant Yuuri marry him or something like that. Yuuri seemed less reluctant lately, compared to the first year he got here.
That made him smile.
But these things didn't mean he'd take any excuse for Yuuri missing his birthday.
"I'll be on earth for a few days, but I'll definitely come. I promise…"
He promised after all…
oOo Kyou Kara Maou oOo
Wolfram lay on the bed in the king's room. He stared at the ceiling blankly, anxiousness still present in his eyes. Only one more day…
Yuuri wouldn't forget, would he?
He'd be burnt to a crisp if he did. His mind raced with different things that Yuuri might be doing on earth. Was he cheating on him? His heart clenched at the thought. He wouldn't. At least that was what Wolfram told, and actually convinced, himself into thinking. He'd like to think that Yuuri would at least not go out with someone if flirting was inevitable. He at least wants to think that all his waiting wasn't in vain. So what could be taking him? The sage said he was looking for something. When he asked what it was and why he wasn't helping Yuuri find whatever it was he was looking for, he replied that Yuuri wanted to look for it himself.
He sighed as he sat up, got out of the bed and the room altogether. He might as well do something productive instead of just sitting and waiting, right? Besides, it was boring just waiting and looking at nothing. He walked along the corridor and spotted his troops below, waiting – for him! Sweat ran down his cheeks. Oh, man… He forgot all about them when he was busy worrying about the wimp…
He sped through the castle as he strived to make up an excuse for his tardiness.
Damn it, Yuuri had better be there by tomorrow or else…
oOo Kyou Kara Maou oOo
"Hey, captain! You're late!"
Wolfram panted as he stopped in front of his men. He straightened himself and looked at them. He opened his mouth to give his explanation, but one stopped him. "We all know why you were late." He said. "We don't really mind." Another seconded. Wolfram just raised an eyebrow at them and shrugged off their comments. "Whatever, we'll start training."
"Hai!" they chorused.
"Captain?" Wolfram turned to Cyrian, his second in command. He nodded as a sign for him to continue. Cyrian smiled at him, "We have a present for you, my Lord. Tomorrow is your birthday." He said pleasantly. His entire guard nodded in unison after Cyrian's announcement. Wolfram smirked and drew his sword.
"Just give it tomorrow. Tomorrow is my birthday and not today, yeah?" he pointed out. "Mother will undoubtedly open the doors of the castle for everyone, and that includes you guys."
A smile marred their faces, "Alright, enough of that. Sorry, I was late. We needn't waste anymore time, so before I change my mind, we'll train." Their captain announced.
They shrugged and did as they were told.
oOo Kyou Kara Maou oOo
That day went by as afternoon and evening passed. Morning came and the guests have arrived by afternoon and the party has begun by twilight.
…and so, as it appeared, the sage could be wrong…
A frown marred the blonde's face and it just wouldn't come off. Well, who could blame him? His damned fiancé was nowhere to be seen! He glanced at every liquid there was in sight, hoping that he'd suddenly appear out of one of them – even out of the wine in his glass. Who cares where? Although Yuuri would definitely mind, he'd have to endure it. Serves him right for being late!
"Lord von Bielefeld?"
Wolfram turned to see a smiling nobleman holding up his hand. Wolfram eyed it and looked up at its owner's face. He was still smiling. Wolfram cocked his head a bit and the nobleman exhaled a laugh, "Please forgive my rudeness." He said as he retracted his hands to his chest and bowed as he continued his introduction, "I am Meiro Raego, the heir to the kingdom of Lyria." Wolfram stopped the urge to roll his eyes at the flashy sort of introduction he assumed was supposed to impress him.
"The song playing is nice, don't you think so? It would be a shame to not dance to its tune." He said, clearly implying that he wanted to dance with the blonde. Well, Wolfram pretended that he didn't get the implication. If he wanted to dance, he should ask and not imply. A hand rose in front of Wolfram, "May I take your first dance of the night, my Lord?" Wolfram would've rejected him had it been not his birthday, but it was, so he was bound to accept every dance invitation sent his way, as the tradition stated. Knowing the blonde couldn't refuse, he took the blonde's hand and led him to the floor.
"Happy Birthday, my Lord." He muttered to the blonde's ear and Wolfram let his eyes roll. It wasn't like the other man would be able to see it, but at least he did it to ease the murderous glare Gwendal was giving the man. It wasn't that bad, really. Although the guy clearly wanted something more than a dance, Wolfram shrugged it off and as politely as he could, made up an excuse to leave the guy…
…only to be asked to dance by several more people…
The songs were nice and the party was too, although the guests were a little over the top. His troops gave him a sword, and he received a lot of other gifts. It would be just perfect if Yuuri were here too. Wolfram didn't ask for anything much. He only wanted Yuuri to be there…
It was fine if he was late, as long as he made it…
…that was all that mattered, anyways…
oOo Kyou Kara Maou oOo
Wolfram leaned against the wall with a huff.
"I thought you said he would come…" he muttered. Another sigh, only this time, he wasn't the source of the sudden burst of air. "Yes I did." The other man admitted. Blonde hair covered green eyes, "And I thought the Great Sage could never be wrong." He stated darkly. The other man shrugged, "Never asked anyone to think that." He countered. Wolfram pouted at the other man, "But you've never been wrong before, have you?"
Murata got off the wall and stood, "I wasn't always right, Lord von Bielefeld." Wolfram's eyes, a bit glazed, narrowed.
"I'm sure he won't forget something so important, don't you think? And besides he likes you more than you think…"
"Are you wrong this time too?" he murmured, not willing it to be heard. But the sage seemed to have the gift of hearing even the softest of sounds and he smirked as he stepped a few steps forward and stopped, "All I said was that I wasn't always right…" he started and Wolfram looked up, only to see his retreating back. His heart willing for the sage's words to be true…
"But I never said I was wrong…"
oOo Kyou Kara Maou oOo
"'Never said I was wrong' my butt. He didn't come."
Wolfram muttered as stared dully at the glaring moonlight. He was sitting by the fountain, hands gliding through the water. He watched the ripples disappear, only to be replaced by another batch. The reflection of the night's sky was sent in disarray through the waves and though he got a bit wet, he didn't care. "In the end, you never did come…" he muttered softly. He sighed as he retrieved his now wet hand from the water, intending to wipe it dry. Little did he know; that his wet hand would be the least of his worries before someone grabbed his wrist back and he was sent plunging into the fountain with nothing but a yelp to show his surprise.
"Going so soon?"
Green eyes opened abruptly at the familiar voice. He then realized that he was in the fountain, lying on the lap of the owner of the face he was looking at. Droplets from that long black hair made their way to Wolfram's face. Gentle eyes beamed at him and smiled at him. Wolfram's mouth hung open as he stared at his fiancé in disbelief. Yuuri, of course, has visibly grown through the years; him being only half mazoku and all. He was already a bit taller than Wolfram, his hair longer than it had been ten years ago, eyes a bit narrower but it still held its usual cheer, kindness, and innocence.
"Yuuri?" he finally said. The double black's smile was replaced with a big grin, "I thought you've forgotten who I was." He said as he brushed some of the wet hair from the blonde's face – that made the flaxen man's heart race. Wolfram sat up immediately – which sent water splattering everywhere, which he didn't plan to – after the contact and averted his gaze to hide his blush, "Where were you?" he asked at the poor attempt to show his anger – that was because he forgot about his anger the second he got pulled into the fountain.
Yuuri looked at him with a surprised expression – with the sudden sitting up and all – and replaced it with a smile without moving from his position. He knew the blonde was blushing, and he didn't need to see it for him to believe. He's known him for ten years now; of course he's encountered this kind of behavior before.
…the only difference was in those times, it was he who was avoiding and not Wolfram…
He looked at the back of Wolfram's dampened blonde hair. The moonlight made it shimmer. He knew that the same went for his own hair but Wolfram's was different, of course. "I thought I told Murata to tell you that I was looking for something?" he said he stood from the water, making some splashing sounds, of course. Wolfram turned his head to look at Yuuri and he saw Yuuri hold out his hands to him with some kind of red flower. Wolfram eyed it, "Don't think that a flower can compensate for your absence in my birthday, wimp." And so he said but his actions contradicted his words as he took the weird looking flower from the maou's hand and let him be pulled up.
"So, what kind of flower is this?" he asked eying the beautiful set of petals. He noticed that the stem seemed to have something plucked out of it or something, "And what are these?" he added as he pointed to the white void on the stem. Yuuri smiled at him, "It's called a rose. This is a red one but there are others. As for these voids," he said as he deliberately touched the stem to brush his hand on Wolfram's. Wolfram seemed to have paid no heed to the contact and looked at his fiancé's stupid grin, "What?!" he asked, a bit annoyed. Yuuri smiled more, "Those are where the thorns were."
"Were?" Wolfram echoed with confusion.
"I plucked them out."
Wolfram's eyebrow rose at Yuuri's hard work – his hands had some cuts, he noted. He looked at the rose; he didn't have to pluck them all out. He still would've accepted it…
…with or without the thorns…
…after all…
…that's how he loved Yuuri… (+)
oOo Kyou Kara Maou oOo
"So, I'm guessing your birthday celebration was a ball?" Yuuri asked, as they sat on the now wet edge of the fountain. It didn't really matter since they were as wet as they could get. Wolfram nodded, still staring at the rose. It had droplets of water on it, which made it more beautiful than it already was. He smiled at it.
Yuuri sat up and held a hand out for Wolfram. Wolfram eyed it then looked at the maou's gentle eyes. Yuuri closed his eyes as he smiled, "Well, I'm not a good dancer and I know you know that, given that you've experienced it first hand. And there isn't really any music but…" he trailed off as he sighed.
"May I have your last dance for tonight, Lord von Bielefeld?" he continued as he held out a hand, just like the people before did. Wolfram smirked at this and he decided to play a little, "Maou-heika, where are your manners?" he said with a tone of sarcasm. He just wanted to test what kind of response Yuuri would have, "Before asking for someone to dance, they should first introduce themselves." He finished coolly as he looked into his fiancé's eyes…
…how will you introduce yourself?
Yuuri smiled and bowed, "Excuse me for my rudeness." He started, just like the guys before. Of course, the normal case would be to introduce your position. But this wasn't normal was it?
"The 27th demon king, and your fiancé, Lord von Bielefeld, or did you forget?" he finished as he took the held his hand in front of Wolfram once more. Wolfram smirked at him, "Only after two weeks? I'm not a forgetful wimp like you." He huffed as he accepted the offer. Wolfram smiled, "Just don't step on my foot." He added. His heart was beating so fast but he didn't mind. It was always, always like this even before. "Why a dance?" he asked as he stepped towards Yuuri. The maou replied, "I presume that many others have asked you to dance. It would be unfair for your own fiancé not to be able to dance with you when all those other people got to do it." Green eyes widened when Yuuri didn't place his hands on the usual parts when people danced.
Instead, he hugged Wolfram as a cold breeze went pass them. The blonde was, of course, startled at the dark-haired man's actions. His heart raced faster than before; his body pressed against the king's and all, plus, they were still sort of wet. And given the unusual stance, Wolfram didn't really know where to place his own hands. Yuuri noted this and removed his hands from Wolfram's back to his hands. He led the blonde's hands to his own back, "You can hug me, you know." He muttered playfully.
Wolfram snorted as he willed himself to relax in his fiancé's arms – willed his heart to stop beating so damned hard. Yuuri was being way too forward!
Wolfram struggled as to not stutter just because of a feeling – he didn't know whether the feeling was excitement or nervousness. It was hard to tell, seeing that both those feelings involved a heart beating at a rate you never knew was possible and an urge to stutter every word you say. "So, what were you looking for, Yuuri?" he said as he leaned on the other man's broad chest with an exhale of air – just to cool off some nerves. Wolfram smiled as he noted that he wasn't the only one who was nervous after all.
They weren't really dancing all that much, just swaying slowly. Although that's the case, for Wolfram, this was the best dance of the night.
After sometime, Yuuri sighed and that made Wolfram frown. Yuuri pulled away from the hug and looked at Wolfram with a smile, "What?" Wolfram asked cautiously. Yuuri gave another stupid grin, "I was looking for a gift." He replied finally. He stepped forward, nearer Wolfram. Wolfram scowled a little since he had to look up a bit to look at the maou in the eyes. Wolfram's mind raced, just like or maybe worse than his mind was, as Yuuri brushed a few stray locks of hair from his, Wolfram's, face and trailed his fingers through the contours of the blonde's face and stopped it at his jaws. He brushed his thumb onto his fiancé's soft cheeks. Another hand placed itself on his nape.
Wolfram's raced even more and his head throbbed. Yuuri's face was coming dangerously closer by the second.
Before Wolfram could stop himself he pulled away from Yuuri and averted his gaze. Yuuri looked hurt at the action, not that Wolfram could see him. Why? Wolfram opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. "Wolfram…" Yuuri mumbled. "Yuuri, I know I said that a flower wouldn't compensate for you not being able to attend but…" he faded away. In Wolfram's heart, he wanted Yuuri to contradict what he would say. But exactly because of that, he wanted to say it, "You don't need to force yourself to be my fiancé if you're not yet ready."
He faced Yuuri but bowed his head, refusing to look him in the eye.
"I can still wait until you're truly ready."
He heard Yuuri give out a distinctly relieved sigh. So it was the right decision to ask after all. Wolfram remained like that, trying to muster a face that would hide his disappointment – great disappointment…
…but as it turned out, there wasn't any need for it…
Yuuri took Wolfram's hands and pushed them, gently, away from him. Yuuri placed his hand on his fiancé's chin and applied only enough force to make Wolfram look him in the eye. Wolfram averted his eyes as his face inevitably came parallel to the maou's. "Wolfram, look at me…" the said king ushered. Reluctantly, Wolfram let his bright green eyes lay on dark black ones. The king smiled at him, a gentle and loving smile, if his eyes weren't failing him.
Yuuri leaned forward, holding Wolfram's nape once more – just to prevent him from moving away. Wolfram had no choice but to look into the maou's deep black eyes. This was the first time he got to see it up close like this. He always, always knew that they were sparkling but he never realized the brightness in those black eyes. "Yuuri…" he breathed. Yuuri snorted a smile and leaned to close the gap for only a couple of seconds then he pulled to look into wide green eyes. "Who's to say I'm not ready?" he muttered with a deep, soft voice. Yuuri put a finger on his fiancé's lips before it could come up with a protest. He removed it and hugged Wolfram tightly.
"I know. I know that you're willing to wait more than you already did. But, Wolfram?" he started as he pulled away to gaze at his fiancé's eyes, glistening in the moonlight. Beautiful was the only word the king could think of, in fact, he was willing to bet Shin Makoku for the fact that that word was a mere understatement – maybe he should invent a new word or something. Wolfram couldn't say anything; Yuuri couldn't help but smile at that. He brushed another stray lock from the blonde's face, "It's been ten, long years…"
"…don't you think you've waited enough?"
Yuuri didn't wait for a reply before he claimed his fiancé's lips once more, this time, for far more than a couple of seconds. Wolfram didn't know how long it lasted but it felt good, so it didn't really matter. His heart raced and it was bliss, just to say the least. After a while, they pulled apart. Yuuri smiled and let go of Wolfram as he rummaged into his pockets. The prince just stared at his king until he gave out an enthusiastic, "Found it!" softly as he grinned stupidly for the second time that night at Wolfram. The prince eyed the small box the king held, "What's that?" he asked.
"This is what the people of earth use to propose." He exclaimed happily. Wolfram eyed the box as Yuuri opened it to reveal a simple cloth-like ring with the colors black and green. Yuuri too Wolfram's left hand and slipped the ring onto it. He sighed in relief, "Good! It fits! I was worrying that it won't!" he exclaimed happily. Wolfram gave a chuckle as he surveyed the unbelievable contrast of colors. "So you didn't attend my birthday to look for this?" he said fondly as he turned to the dark-haired boy.
"Err, actually, I couldn't find any ring with emerald and obsidian stones so I just made that." He muttered shyly and sadly. Wolfram just smiled and hugged Yuuri, not caring what emerald and obsidian was. The king returned the hug and smiled sadly, "Wolf?" he muttered softly, with a hint of regret. "Hn?" His hug tightened, Wolfram noted.
"Was I too late? For your birthday, I mean…" he continued in a softer voice. Wolfram smiled. It was just like Yuuri to feel sad and guilty for not being able to keep a promise.
Who said he didn't keep it anyways?
"You were late, but better late than never, right?"
"…I'm just glad you made it…" – was the translation and Yuuri knew that but no need to point it out, really.
Yuuri smiled and sighed. It was cold, due to the fact that they were just submerged in the fountain not so long ago, but it didn't really matter. The maou remembered the legend his fiancé told him long ago about sharing body heat would definitely reduce the cold. This was proof that that wasn't just a legend, he noted. Anyways, Yuuri was thankful to have such a guy love him and not for anything, anything at all, in the world…
…would he let go of him now…
"Wolfram?"
"What is it, wimp…" the blonde asked but didn't really care if he answered or not.
"Happy Birthday…"
Of course, if you asked Wolfram which birthday was the best, nothing could top this one. He's received the best gift he could ever have wished for; he thought as he looked at the ring Yuuri gave and even made for him and him alone...
"Thank you, Yuuri…"
oOo Kyou Kara Maou oOo
I won't hesitate, no more. I can't wait, I'm sure. No need to complicate, life's short. This is our fate…
"…I'm yours…"
oOo Kyou Kara Maou oOo
(+) – Remember that to love is to love even the undesirable side of others for anyone can love a rose but only one who truly loves…
…can include the thorns…
oOo Kyou Kara Maou oOo
a/n: Aww… The first quote is from a friend of mine, the first one at the end is from my sister, and the last one (above this ,) is from another friend, although I edited it a bit. My sister saved it in my phone, and I happened to read it. Anyways, she also gave me this quote, although, seeing my story, it looks a bit too… literal… but it has a nice YuuRam feel to it so I'm sharing it!! :D This was the inspiration for the dance…
Don't find someone who could simply sing your music or someone who could paint the colors in your life. Find someone who can't dance…
…but is willing to dance with you…
…even without the music…
Aww!! Anyways!
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