Anime/manga: Kyou Kara Maou
Genre: Humor/ Romance/ Drama
Disclaimer: All the characters along with this anime/manga are belonging to Tomo Takabayashi and Temari Matsumoto and Studio Deen. If they're mine, I would probably make Wolfram dump Yuuri. Hehe… Just kidding! I'm a sucker for anything to do with Yuuram anyway.
Summary: Murata is in love! What a thrill! Now the castle will have something new to talk about. But oh no, it seems he had fallen in love with the wrong person, because that person is the King's fiancée! Now what should he do…? It might contain a lot of OOCness and shounen-ai. Don't say I don't warn you!
I'll Believe In the Red-Thread
Chapter 4
Murata closed the oak door as he walked into the rather dark room. Ulrike spotted him immediately and bowed to him respectively.
"Good morning, Geika," She looked up at the man. "Is the princess off safely?"
"She is," he replied, smiling. "Though Shibuya is really reluctant not to let her go. He thought that his daughter is still too small. Weller-kyo and Josak did nothing except laugh, those cheeky men. Von Voltaire-kyo gave her a bunch of flush toys, just like Anissina-san gave her a lot of unidentified gadgets. I still think that von Christ-kyo is far too calm for that kind of situation. Luckily von Bielefeld-kyo calmed them down, ESPECIALLY Shibuya."
Ulrike chuckled. "That's Heika, all right. Wolfram Kaka is really suit with him."
"Do you really think so?" Murata asked curiously.
"Of course, and not just me, everybody thought so too. That's why I can't wait until Heika asks me to prepare for a wedding." The girl said and walked to the door.
"Besides, they are a perfect couple."
The Great Sage stared at the girl's platinum hair until they were gone behind some certain door. Shinou chose that moment to appear himself for the man.
"I still think I'm choosing the right person," Shinou said, grinning. "Yuuri Shibuya and Wolfram von Bielefeld. A perfect couple huh? I agree on that too." He glanced at his Daikenja to see his expression.
"Yes, honestly I thought the same way too."
"Oh, surprising," Shinou raised an eyebrow. "You decide to give up on the prince?"
"I said I thought the same way too," The Sage smiled mysteriously.
Shinou stared at him for quite some time before his mind co-operate with the latest information.
"Wait!" The blond king stopped the black haired boy before he left the room. "You're not thinking…"
Murata glared behind. "Exactly."
And with that, he left Shinou alone with his own thought.
"No way…" Shinou widened his eyes.
"You were thinking about separating them…?"
Yuuri sneezed. Gunter stopped his endless story about the history of the beginning of the taxes of goats and how the 18th Maoh decided to expand the kingdom's area and renovated the already enormous castle.
"Oh my, Heika, did you catch a cold?" The lilac haired man asked worriedly.
Yuuri wiped his nose with his sleeve. "No… I think somebody was saying something behind my back, that's all…"
Gunter, however, never got a chance to listened to his king as he already flew from the room with a dramatic cry, asking the passing guards and maids for his daughter because the king is ill with a nasty cold and fever. Err… Gunter, the truth please…?
Gwendal sighed as he added another wrinkle on his forehead.
"You lesson ends here for today, Heika." Gwendal said and put a huge pile of papers on the king's desk. "It's time for you to sign these papers. I already finished up for you the half of it. You should thank me for that." Then he sat at his usual sit and continued his delayed work earlier, ignoring the tired groan from his king.
Yuuri twirled his pen and rested his chin on the desk.
"What is Wolfram doing right now I wonder…"
The young king shot a glance at his right hand man and Gwendal raised an eyebrow with you're-not-going-anywhere-before-finishing-your-work-and-I-bet-Wolfram-agrees-with-me-too look.
He sighed. After let out a yawn, he re-filled his pen with ink and started signing.
Gwendal almost laugh at the king's behavior.
I better used Wolfram's name more… He thought.
What is wrong with me nowadays…? Yuuri scratched his not itchy head.
I'm thinking about Wolfram more and more each passing days. I just don't understand… I like, can't sit without wondering what he is doing right now. I was walking in the hallway and wondered where he is right then? I eat alone for lunch today and still wondered is he eating all right. Did he doing his duty fine? Is he tired? Does anyone try to flirt with him today? Is he getting a rest? Will I see him for dinner? Will he sleep with me tonight?
Sleeping in my room… Yuuri's thought flew to Wolfram's flawless skin, smooth hair and delicate shoulders. He was about to think about his fiancée's creamy thigh and immediately shoved them away.
It's not like I like him in that way…
"Are you all right, Heika?" Conrad walked into the room and raised an eyebrow. Even Gwendal looked at him curiously.
Yuuri shot them a look of surprise. "What? Is there something on my face?"
"Yes. You were blushing."
The king dropped his jaw and touched his heating cheeks. He is blushing…
"Were you thinking about Wolfram…?" The brunette asked cheekily. The king blushed more.
"Am not! Give me a break Conrad…" Yuuri groaned. He was surely NOT going to tell them that he was thinking about their baby brother's thigh… Oh no, he is thinking about Wolfram…
Urgh… I really need a break…
The door slammed open and Gunter came charging in, dragging Giesela along with him.
"Oh no! See, Gisela? Heika's face is flush! It must be the heating of the fever! See, I told you so! I've told you soooo!" Gunter cried in the most dramatic way possible, sending Gwendal rubbing his throbbing head. Conrad chuckled mercilessly.
Giesela shook her head and moved to His Majesty. She put a hand on his forehead and smiled, turning to her father.
"No, Chichiue. Heika did not have a fever. He was just blushing. That's all."
Yuuri gawked and was about to protest when Gunter voice cut off.
"But why is Heika blushing? Is there a new disease that made somebody blushing non-stop?"
"I don't think so. I'm afraid it is just a teenage hormone. He must be thinking about someone or something… It's usual for Heika's age actually."
"Wha… Wha… WHAT WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?" Yuuri stood up, walked away from everyone's amused eyes and giggling faces and slammed the door behind him.
I am going to find Wolfram… Hope he could clear my mind from all these… …… ………..
……………………………… Wait, did I think about Wolfram, again?
"ARGHHHHHHHH!!"
Hearing the frustrating scream outside the door, Conrad laughed out loud.
"I think you hit the point, Gisela!"
Wolfram sneezed. Someone was talking behind his back again… He was not surprised actually. Everybody in the castle thought him as a spoiled brat and hot tempered mazoku. It's not impossible people was talking dirty about him right now…
"Are you fine, Sire? Did I need to send for Gisela-san?" Alain asked worriedly.
"No, thanks." He wiped his nose with the handkerchief Alain held to him. "Go and practice."
Alain bowed and left, too happy that his beloved master accepted his handkerchief.
Wolfram slipped the hanky into his pocket; indicate to wash it up before returning. Isn't it nice if Yuuri held him his own handkerchief…? He will treasure it forever.
"You poor shiny star,"
Wolfram turned upon hearing that voice. "Geika."
Murata smiled. "Are you having a cold? I heard it was in season now."
"I'm fine." He replied. "Do you come for Yuuri? I'm afraid he is studying right now."
"No, not really," the Daikenja cast a glare at the perverted soldiers and they immediately hidden their eyes. Those perverts kept staring at the blonde's ass the whole time, darn…
"I came for you."
"Me?"
"Can you teach me about swordplay? You know… Just so that I would be able to fight by myself without giving anyone else a hard time protecting me when trouble comes?"
Wolfram stared at him. "It's our duty to protect you and Yuuri. I don't think it's a trouble at all."
"Well, at least you can teach me, don't you…?"
Wolfram finally given up on the Sage's endless incoherent. "All right, take this." He threw a sword at him and started teaching him. Again, the soldiers were in a sea of jealousy.
Yuuri kept on walking at the hallway. He didn't pay any reaction to all the maids and guards that had bowed and saluted him. His mind still co-operate with the latest information that had play its part just then. He would be lying if he said he was mad at his friends for teasing about him and Wolfram. It just that… He felt like his face is burned up enough to fry an egg there. And just thinking about his fiancée… Brought some kind of weird feeling to him…
No! Not the hate kind of feeling, it's a feeling like… He just wants to kiss Wolfram…
Oh no, what am I thinking now!?
"What are you laughing at!?" He glared angrily at the portrait of the Daikenja when he passed the hallway. Then he met Shinou's portrait and he blushed, moving away from that path as soon as possible.
Those face and blond hair… If only Shinou had green eyes instead of blue…
The young king stopped on his track when he heard some familiar voices not very far from him. He ran to the direction of those voices and step down to the castle ground where the blue uniformed soldiers were having their training. He saw something that made his eyes widen.
"Wolfram?"
Conrad and Gwendal however decided to follow their king when Giesela kind enough to brought her father to the infirmary to get him to rest. And what the king saw, they saw it too. This made Conrad crooked his eyebrows in hesitation and suspension.
"…and Murata?"
"Shibuya!" Murata waved energetically at his friend, ignoring the older men behind Yuuri.
"What are you doing?" Yuuri moved closer to both boys, and put himself in front of Wolfram, as if protecting him. Wolfram snorted because Yuuri gets in his way.
"I asked von Bielefeld-kyo to teach me about swordplay. It really useful when we are in trouble, don't you think so?" He smiled.
Yuuri stared at him, obviously confused. "I think I recall at the time we were fighting at the coliseum for Caloria, you said you are the brain, not the body."
"Well, anyone could have a change of heart, right Shibuya?" The Sage looked at him suggestively. Yuuri however shrugged it all off and stepped aside to allow them to continue.
Gwendal glanced at his younger brother and Conrad returned the same glance to him. It may look like a very normal train among them, with Wolfram shouting his displeasure, he never cared either it was the king, the Great Sage or even Shinou, Yuuri cheering and laughing at the same time, and Murata was trying hard to follow the prince's instructions. The soldiers are all grinning from behind.
Somehow, the atmosphere around the Sage is a little bit different for both well trained and much more experienced soldiers.
Conrad even remembered, this is the same feeling he had the first time he realized the weird look the Daikenja gave his brother a few days earlier.
It was very uneasy feeling for both Gwendal and Conrad, not as soldiers, but this time a concern as being older brothers. Especially when they realized why the atmosphere were different around Murata for them.
They have seen a lot of perverts and flirts trailing behind their baby brothers, but not this kind for sure…
"Did you notice something?" Conrad asked his brother. Gwendal nodded hastily.
"Yeah…" he glanced over at the Sage. "I wonder what his intention is now, with that kind of atmosphere…"
Conrad's serious and stern face shot to the lurking soldiers, making them flushed in embarrassment and turned their head away.
Sometimes after dodging and holding Wolfram's attacks, Murata finally came to adjust and got used with his movements and sword. He started to swing the sword confidently. The soldiers were impressed by the Sage's skills, even Conrad and Gwendal never thought that the Great Sage was pretty good. Wolfram smirked and their swords clashed with each other.
"Don't let your opponent underestimate you! Take any possible chance if you seen one!"
Wolfram dodged another attack and kneeled to attack from under Murata purposely, hoping he could see the open space for the next attack. Murata keeps all Wolfram's advice in one mind, and seeing the open space that Wolfram, he strikes down, making Wolfram lost his balance and fell behind. Immediately, Murata stretched his free hand to catch Wolfram on the waist.
Conrad and Alain stopped on their track when they ran to save the prince, surprised and relief mixed together.
Wolfram widened his eyes and blushed when he saw Murata's face was only inches from his. "Whaa…?"
Murata smirked down to Wolfram. "Well, I can't let our beloved and precious prince fell down and hurt his back, right?"
"I… I don't know…" Wolfram turned to his side so that he didn't need to stare at the black orbs. Murata chuckled and closed his eyes, brushing his nose to Wolfram's spicy-smells-locks in daze. At the side of the yard, Yuuri was gawking at the sight and Conrad twitched to sheath his sword. Luckily Gwendal was there to give him a warning look.
"Err… I think you can let me go now," Wolfram muttered. Murata opened his eyes, realizing what he did and let Wolfram go. The prince looked down to shake the dirt away from his uniform. He took a deep, calm breath while at it to lessen his blush.
"I'm… I'm sorry," Murata whispered so that only Wolfram could hear him. Glancing at the sage, Wolfram snorted and crossed his arms.
"Humph, you managed to see the open space, good job." He said. "But you still have a long way to go, GEIKA," Wolfram smirked and picked up his sword. Murata nodded, hiding his amused smile and brought up his sword.
"Let's get started then,"
At that point, Yuuri didn't realized he had clenched his fist until Conrad invited him to play some baseball.
TBC
All right! Some MuraWolf goodness! I hope you like it, I know it's not romantic, I mean, there's Conrad and Gwendal for god sake! I still didn't want to see Murata got killed by the overprotective brothers! XD
And let me note this, Conrad and Gwendal didn't know that Murata was in love with Wolfram.
