PLEASE READ! Hey guys! I LOVED your responses to the last chapter! We'll have to see how Yuuri pulls a taco off… haha. I'm so happy to have so many reviews for only three chapters! I think I'll have to give you guys a reword! So, in your reviews, please include a one-shot idea that you'd like to see, and I'll do it. No lie. Anything you want! (please don't kill Wolfram **puppy dawg eyes**) I'll post ALL one-shots under a story called 'Giving Back To The Reviewers' haha. Seriously, I'll write anything you want!
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Disclaimer: …really, need I break my own heart any further by writing this? I don't own 'em…happy now?
Wolfram: Read on wimps! I want my tacos!
"Tacos?" Yuuri asked slowly, staring in the direction that he knew his crazy, pregnant, husband lay.
"Yes Yuuri. Tacos. You know, the things with meat, lettuce, cheese and sour cream inside? The key to my happiness right now? Tacos." Wolfram answered, as if talking to a little kid.
Yuuri sweat dropped. "At this time of night?"
"No, I want them three weeks from now on a Monday…Yes I want them now you wimp!"
Yuuri rubbed the back of his neck and slowly stood from the bed, grabbing his jacket and throwing that over his sleep shirt. "I'll be back in a little while, just hold on until then. Okay baby?" Yuuri walked over to Wolfram's side of the bed and kissed his lips lightly.
"Thank you." Wolfram sighed happily. "You're the most wonderful husband ever. I love you."
"I love you too. Go back to sleep, I'll be back when you wake up."
And, with that being said, Yuuri left the room after making sure that Wolfram was tucked into the bed firmly enough that he wouldn't roll off of it in the middle of the night and possibly hurt himself and the baby.
Yuuri silently walked down the quiet halls of the castle, thankful that the torches were still lit, otherwise, this may have been a lot trickier. He continued walking until he reached the familiar corner, turning; he came to a halt at the door to the royal baths.
Yuuri sighed deeply and stepped inside, calming himself and calling forth his magic, willing it to open up the portal between the two worlds. It was a lot easier to do that now that he was older and had more experience.
He stepped up the water and jumped in, feeling the familiar tug of the water, leading him back to the pond in the park in down town Tokyo. He was instantly grateful that he had asked Murata how to get the portal to open in Earth wherever he wanted it to. Taco Bell Japan (AN: I have no idea if it's called that, lets just wing it shall we?) was just across the street from this particular park. His house was about two miles away, and Shori, staying in Switzerland, wouldn't have been able to take him.
He stepped over the bush in his path and shook out as much water as he could from his clothes. He vaguely wondered if anyone would stare at the strange man in soaked pajamas in the middle of Taco Bell Japan in the middle of the day—the time differences between Earth and Shin Makoku always confused him-- but then thought 'this is Tokyo, there has bound to have been someone ten times as weird as me in that line before'.
He dug his wallet out of his pocket, glad that he had forgone the typical folding wallet for a more feminine, but more practical, zip up wallet. It kept his money from getting as wet as he was.
The line was a lot longer than he expected it to be. There were over fourteen people demanding Taco Bell at the same time he was. But alas, dear readers, Yuuri did in fact get his hands on a few tacos, and happily exited the fast food restaurant, heading back to the park.
He glanced over at his watch and saw that only thirty minutes had pasted, meaning that only five hours had in Shin Makoku (AN: Once again, just winging it). Wolfram would still be asleep. He sighed in relief.
He quickly opened up the portals and jumped into the water after making sure that the plastic bag full of tacos was knotted tight.
He gasped for breath as he swam to the edge of the pool of hot water, tossing the bag up first before tugging himself out of the water. He reached for a towel and another set of pajamas that he kept in this room –along with another set of clothes—just for quick trips such as these, though usually, it was himself craving Earth food and not Wolfram.
He rejoiced when he discovered that the tacos were still intact and that his knot tying skills hadn't failed him as of yet.
Padding down the cold hallways, Yuuri rounded the corner and made it back to his bedroom. He opened the bedroom door and made his way back to the bed, placing the tacos at the bedside table, and lying down in the bed once more.
Wolfram suddenly rolled over and sat up, wide awake.
"I smell tacos…" he said, his voice not the least groggy, sleep seeming to suddenly be forgotten in his taco kick.
Yuuri didn't bother opening his eyes again, he instead fumbled around next to him until his fingers met the still wet plastic and he tossed the bag at Wolfram. He could hear Wolfram squeal in delight as he greedily tore the bag open.
"Oh, Yuuri, I love you! You're best!" Wolfram started unwrapping the tacos hurriedly, chomping down on them, making quick work on one before moving onto the next.
"Oh, Yuurii…I hate you! You're the worst!" Wolfram moaned as he was sick once more. "Why did you get me those tacos—" Whatever he was about to say was once again cut off by his need to worship the porcelain gods once more.
Yuuri sighed. He had truly thought that he was being a good husband by getting Wolfram those damn tacos. Oh, how he had been wrong. He had gone through a rude awakening when Wolfram had bolted from the room the next morning, jarring Yuuri from his deep sleep.
Yuuri had found Wolfram hunched over with violent morning sickness. The worst so yet. Yuuri had crouched down next to him and had rubbed his back gently, ignoring Wolfram's weak attempts to beat him back and away from himself.
"You're evil!" Wolfram moaned as he once again hunched over.
'Will anything I do ever be right?' Yuuri mused silently, rubbing Wolfram's back once more and swearing to never again give into Wolfram's pleas for food in the middle of the night.
The following night
"You know, Yuuri," Wolfram murmured, kissing down Yuuri's chest. "I would just love some chocolate right about now."
Haha, poor Yuuri…poor guys can't catch a break!
I'm sorry its so short, but I decided to cut the next chapter in half so that I'd be able to update faster. I'm still working on the next chapter.
Remember to include your one-shot ideas in your reviews!
Wolfram: Yuuri! Where's my chocolate?
Yuuri: I'm working on it, dear.
Reviewers get to give Wolfram chocolate (and not deal with the after math)
