Okay, fourth chapter. It's a very...pink chapter. ;)

Disclaimer: Don't own it or Wolfram when have cross-dressed more.

Pairings:

Yuuram

ShinouxMurata

Berias(or however you spell his name X(...)xSaralegui

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Chapter 4 – Tourmaline Pink

Yuuri woke the next morning with a sharp crick in his neck and a pang in his head. He rubbed his neck gingerly before hissing at the pounding from his sore head. Had he hit it when he was asleep? Finally taking notice of what was around him, Yuuri blinked confused to see that everything was on a much higher level than when he had gone to sleep, and why was his bed so hard and cold on his butt. The double black looked down and noticed he was sitting on the floor. "How'd I get down here?"

There was a shuffling noise and Yuuri climbed back onto the bed only to get an armful of fluffy pink fabric as he was punched back down off the bed. He rubbed his now abused cheek, only adding to the many other pains on his body just from one night. He sighed and tried again, this time being wary of any flying limbs.

"Wolfram, when did you get into my room?" he asked shaking the pink clad blonde lightly. Seriously, why did Wolfram where that night gown? Sure it looked good on him; everything looked good on the blonde. Well, maybe not orange, Yuuri thought orange would just be over doing the already firey personality of the prince, plus he would just look like a mango or papaya. Yuuri sighed, but seriously, why pink?

"W-wimp," the sleeping blonde muttered in his sleep.

Yuuri frowned and shook the other a little harder. "Hey, don't call me that, especially when you're sleeping. What kind of dreams are you having?"

"Ones where I have to save your wimpy butt," Wolfram answered pushing Yuuri away and sitting up rubbing his eyes. Slowly, those large emerald green orbs were revealed and stared straight at Yuuri.

"When did you get into my room?" Yuuri asked again.

The blonde yawned and stretched his arms over his head. "After you fell asleep. Seriously, don't leave your door unlocked, who knows who could have come in before me and taken advantage of you. Plus, I had to make sure you weren't cheating on me again."

Yuuri growled softly. "Wolfram, Sara didn't mean anything by it, he's just overly affectionate."

Wolfram huffed. "I would say. He needs to learn how to respect someone's personal space."

"He's not the only one," Yuuri muttered under his breath.

"What was that, wimp? Want to say it out loud?"

"Nothing, nothing," Yuuri assured.

"Well, it's fine. I forgive you for letting another man kiss you," Wolfram said, arms crossed and not looking at him.

"Really, you forgive me?" Yuuri was astonished. He had figured Wolfram would continue to make a big deal about it. What had Yuuri done to make Wolfram forgive him so fast? Was it that thing that happened yesterday?

"Yes, you wimp, or are you deaf."

"Is it because of what happened after?" Yuuri asked.

There was suddenly a blush on the blonde's face and he turned his back to Yuuri. "I completely understand that was an accident, I know you meant nothing by it."

Yuuri thought he heard a little sadness in the blonde's voice and put a hand on his shoulder. "Well, hey, if it'll make you stop calling me a cheater, than maybe I should do it more often."

A very pink face turned to look at Yuuri with wide unbelieving eyes. Yuuri removed his hand and scooted back a little. Had he gone too far? It had just been a joke; Wolfram didn't have to take it seriously. "I-I'm sorr—"

"You wimp, don't say things like that!" Wolfram yelled cutting Yuuri off and jumped off the bed running out of his room.

His face had been so pink! As pink as that silly night gown.

All morning had been spent preparing for the party that night. It seemed King Saralegui had already received most of the party stuff, so it wasn't as if there was a lot of waiting, but since Sara wanted the party that night, there was a rush to put everything up. Yuuri had not caught sight of Berias very often, probably because he was helping put everything in place even though he was the guest of honor.

By late afternoon things had calmed down, and Yuuri was getting a peek at the finished ballroom with Wolfram insisting on coming with him.

"It's pretty," Yuuri said. "I bet it'll really be something when all the lights are lit and there are people dancing around."

"It is acceptable," Wolfram agreed, his emerald eyes shining to reveal that the room was most definitely more than acceptable to the blonde. The decorations were gold and black with crystal clear utensils and wares. There was a glass sculpture of a unicorn on the table that had been dusted with gold. It almost did remind Yuuri of a wedding.

"Demons are quite curious indeed," said a voice from behind them and both Yuuri and wolfram turned to see Sara smiling at them with Murata at his side.

"Sara, sorry if we weren't supposed to look yet," Yuuri said a little embarrassed about getting caught.

"No, it's quite alright," said the long haired king. "I actually came to see if you would like to have tea with me."

"Um, yeah sure," Yuuri said and started falling the human king.

Wolfram started after him, but was stopped by Murata, light glinting off his glasses. "Lord Weller acquires your presence, Lord von Bielefeld."

"B-but, Yuuri…" the blonde began to argue.

The Great Sage just smiled. "Don't worry; I'll watch Shibuya for you."

The blonde nodded and turned away leaving the two double blacks to follow Sara to a seating room with afternoon sunlight shining through it from the single large window.

Yuuri took a seat and was handed a tea cup by a maid. "So, was there anything in particular you wanted to talk to me about?"

Sara took his own tea cup and shook his head. "No, but I was wondering if you made it to your room okay last night. I was afraid your fiancé may have gotten his sword into you."

"You saw that?" Yuuri asked embarrassed.

"I wasn't that far away when I heard the screaming. I do remember him being much like that the last time you visited," Saralegui said sipping his tea.

Yuuri chuckled nervously. "Yeah, he's …overprotective?...no, that not the right word."

"I heard that some of the castle use to call him little lord brat. When I first met him, I was excepting a bratty spoiled prince, but he was quite a bit more pleasant," Sara said.

"That's probably Shibuya's doing," Murata said swirling his tea before sipping it.

"Huh, what's that mean?" Yuuri asked. "Hey, why are we talking about Wolfram when he's not here anyways, that's a little rude, isn't it?"

"We're complimenting the two of you," Murata said. "I have heard of the amazing brattiness of the youngest prince as well, so I suppose it was a good thing that you slapped him eh, Shibuya."

Yuuri had an ill feeling that the two bespectacled boys were up to something. "Well, it was sort of an accident. I would have punched him for insulting my mother, but he has a pretty face, it seemed like a shame to mess it up."

Sara started giggling.

"Wh-what?" Yuuri asked confused.

"It's just the way you describe things sometimes, Shibuya," Murata answered laughing a bit himself.

"Yes, it's quite interesting," Sara added.

"What's wrong with the way I talk?" Yuuri asked. They were definitely making fun of him.

"It's just that you don't think of how you word things, do you?"

Yuuri looked down at his tea. "No, not really, I guess it gets me into trouble sometimes."

Murata waved his friend off. "It's fine, Shibuya. It's probably why you make such a good king."

Yuuri just sort of sank into his seat.

"What I am wondering though," the human king said placing his cup down, "is what you think of your fiancé."

"Huh? Uh, what I think of Wolfram? Why?" Yuuri asked not sure where this was going.

"It's just a little gossip. Don't worry, we won't say anything to him," Sara urged.

The demon king rubbed the back of his neck looking away. "Well, he was a little annoying at first, and he's clingy, and likes to yell a lot, but he's never done me any wrong. He always goes everywhere with me, which is nice I guess, though he's a very violent sleeper and I still can't figure out why he wears frilly pink night gowns to bed even if they look good on him."

The other two occupants of the room looked at each other before busting out laughing.

"Maybe you should get him a bow to go with that sleepwear," teased Sara.

"Or a pink tourmaline necklace, I bet he'd like that," Murata added.

Yuuri chuckled a little. "The only thing is, he'd probably pull them off. He looks good in most things. Except orange, I don't think he'd pull orange off."

The other two looked at each other before busting out in laughter again.

The ballroom was amazing. Everything just seemed to shine and sparkle, the merry laughter of the arriving guests only adding to its beauty. Yuuri stood off to the side with Conrad watching all Sara's other guests fill the ballroom. There were some faces that he knew, some faces that scared him, and some pleasant faces that were happy to greet the demon king for the first time.

When he wasn't being greeted, Yuuri would look around for the other demons and Sara. He knew Sara was probably greeting people at the entrance or waiting in another room before making his appearance with Berias. Murata had gone off to flirt with some of the guests, which made Yuuri a little nervous knowing that the Great Sage was in a relationship. Was that okay? Who knew, Murata was Murata no matter the amount of wisdom he carried. But, where was Wolfram? Yuuri had not seen the blonde prince since he had gone for tea with the two bespectacled boys.

Suddenly, the musicians to the side of the stage started to play and people began moving to allow those who wanted to dance room. Yuuri looked around curious to see who would dance when he saw a group of girls coming closer to him.

"Uh, Conrad," Yuuri said nervously and pulled on the brunette's sleeve.

Conrad looked down at his king. "Yes, Yuuri, what is it?"

Yuuri pointed at the group of girls now standing in front of him nervously.

"You're king Yuuri, right. I've always wanted to dance with a demon."

"Get out of the way, I was here first."

"Your majesty, please dance with me."

"No, me."

Etc, etc, etc.

Yuuri felt a little panicked and looked to Conrad for help, but the brunette had been pushed away by the group of girls. He felt like he was going to be eaten by a pack of wolves. That was, until he felt himself being pulled away.

"W-wolfram," Yuuri said excited to see the blonde. "Thank goodness you're here."

"Get your hands of my fiancé," the blonde growled at the girls.

"Y-yeah. I'm sorry, but my dances are already taken," Yuuri said and wrapped an arm around Wolfram's waist to pull him away to one of the balcony windows that lined the ballroom, letting Wolfram go once they were there.

"What was that all about?" Wolfram asked.

Yuuri looked at Wolfram, hands in a begging position. "I'm sorry Wolfram, but can you stay beside me tonight."

The blonde blinked surprised. "You actually want me to hang off you! I thought you liked having girls drool all over you."

Yuuri gave a nervous smile. "Yeah, well, they're kind of scary when they come in a pack like that, and I'm not very good at dancing, so I don't want to embarrass myself."

Wolfram sighed. "Fine, I'll help you, but only cause you're such a wimp, and you have to dance with me."

"But I just said –"

Wolfram cut him off. "I won't let you embarrass yourself. I'm actually good at dancing."

Yuuri smiled thankfully before noticing what the blonde was wearing. He had on a fancier form of his usual military suit in that dark blue, but the jacket was opened so that a pink dress shirt could be plainly seen with its many frills and a darker bright pink bow on his neck.

"You look nice," Yuuri blurted out.

The blonde suddenly blushed hard and started to splutter. "Wh-what, what are you talking about."

"Your clothes, those are good colors on you," Yuuri said smiling at Wolfram, the effect making it seem almost as if the sun was shining.

"Wh-whatever, let's go dance now," Wolfram said pink very apparent on his cheeks and pulled the double black king out onto the dance floor.

Yuuri just continued to smile. Yeah, pink was a good color on Wolfram, especially on his face.

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- Zee