I NEED THIS INSPIRATION! SO FAR, THIS IS MY LEAST FAVORITE CHAPTER! Besides...you know...number 1, heheh. ANYWAY, SHARE YOUR IDEAS. AND R&R.
I THINK THAT THERE WILL BE MORE FLUFF IN THE NEXT ONE, CONSIDERING IT'LL BE WOLFRAM'S NARRORATION. OR IT'LL BE 3RD PERSON...WHICHEVER. YOU DECIDE!
"Alright, do we have everything?" I was standing near the docks, directing the soldiers of the castle with supplies in their hands. They were delivering the goods needed for our journey to the ship. It looked as though the last box had made it on, when I felt a presence next to me. This was a presence too hot to be anyone else's, but a fire Mazoku's.
I turned to face him, my hands on my hips; looking…I'd think, proud. I grinned, ear to ear. "Are you ready to board the ship, Wolf?" He looked at me, annoyed like nobody's business. His arms were durably crossed over his chest. Even though we weren't on the ship, nor had we set sail, he had already a shade of green on his cheeks.
"As I'll ever be…H-hennachoko." He managed through a shaky voice. I couldn't tell if the shake was of fear, or of sickness. I offered a hand. He stared at it. His face was getting hotter than the rest of his body, I could feel it. Maybe he was getting sick.
"Do you want me to guide you to the ship?" I asked politely. I really didn't think he could make it. But, after seconds of staring at it, he pushed it away.
"I can do it on my own." He said firmly, this time.
I blinked, "If you say so…"
Then a new voice was heard in the conversation we'd been having.
"Are you sure you want to go, Wolfram? It's a rather long journey to Caloria. I'd say it'll be a week until we get there." It was Conrad, being as helpful as ever. I couldn't help but smile. Wolfram on the other hand, had a look that could kill. His piercing green eyes that reminded me of a lake lay on Conrad when he suggested he'd stay here. But, if Wolf didn't go, that meant Gunter could…
"N-no no, Wolfram's gone on plenty adventures overseas, I'm confident I'll fail if he's not around anyway! I'd given up long ago if he hadn't been with me." I scrambled quickly as I realized. What I said was the truth, too. Wolfram…and not just him, the others, were the wind beneath my wings. When I said that, though I couldn't see him, I knew he illuminated with some kind of happy emotion. He's much prettier when he smiles. He was pretty…like a girl, yet handsome like a man.
"Well, if you say so, Heika."
"Yuri. It's Yuri, Conrad."
"Heh, right then, Yuri."
So then, we boarded the ship. Even though Wolfram said not to, I grabbed his hand on the way up. The last thing I would want was for him to fall over the bridge leading to the ship. That would've been awful. And even though as soon as we got on the ship officially he complained and called me a wimp, I could tell he was secretly grateful. I could always see that in his eyes when I do things for him. I just smiled his annoying ranting away. When he noticed that I was ignoring him, he stopped mid-sentence, closed his mouth, then "humphed" and crossed his arms in the usual position. He walked in the direction of his cabin.
"I swear, his can be so childish." I mumbled to myself, yet Conrad overheard.
"Yes, but so can you, Yuri." I turned to face him. He had said that so...'matter of factly' I had a face of surprise.
"Well...well not as childish as him!" I pointed in Wolfram's direction.
"Oh, Yuri-heika?"
"Hm?"
"You know you'll be sharing a cabin with him, correct? We didn't have enough room for all us. So we figured it would be okay for you two to share rooms. Is that okay with you?"
I honestly didn't care, but as the king, shouldn't I have my own room? It always ends up were I share a room with the brat.
"Yeah, alright. When's dinner?" The ship set sail. A violent rocking shook the boat, followed by a moan. I believe the owner of it was Wolf.
"At sunset."
It was noon now. I was desperate to get out of the sun at that point. It was around mid-summer here, and the heat...was overpowering. I grabbed a glass of water, and headed to mine and Wolfram's cabin. I opened the large wooden door. It creaked as I pushed, showing age to this particular boat. I cringed as it did, so did another certain Mazoku, laying on the one bed in the cabin. His blonde hair glistened in the light of the bright sun shinning through the window. That was only the back of his head though. He was lying on his his stomach, clutching a thin pillow. He knew someone was here and assumed it was me as. But, as I walked through the door, I was getting madder and madder by the second.
"What do you want, He-he-hennachoko..." His face was buried in the pillow. I looked at him. I looked at the only bed in the room, which was...smaller than twin-size. It was almost to small for Wolfram, yet we had to share it? We didn't have extra bedding, did we? I studied the floor. It was a hard wooded flooring, it was filled with potential splinters. Just looking at it made me uncomfortable. I glanced at the table, I would probably break it if I tried to lay down on it. What about the chairs? The chairs, there were two of them, also wooden, looked only good for sitting. Maybe it was best to attempt to sleep so close together. I'm sure I could get comfortable. Hm...
Wolfram sat up, hardly. I saw his trembling hands trying to hold himself up. His eyes were narrowed, concentrating on not falling. He was sweating like a pig. His breath was unsteady and bothered me. "What's wrong with you?" He managed. His lips were chapped as well. I bet they stung. They looked like they hurt.
"Well, we have to share a small bed...and you're sick!" I explained. He looked a little offended. Some sweat broke on the floor. He defended the beds potential comfort.
"I'm not sick! Plus, this bed can be nice!" I wasn't going to argue with him. I walked over to him. I sat on the edge of the bed that will be my death, and looked at the eighty-four year old with sympathy. I put my hand to his forehead. Suddenly a heat illuminated from nowhere. My face was several inches away from his, I looked at him, as I pulled away.
"You're totally sick. Don't even try to deny it."
He rested his head on his hand which was perched on top of his knee. I guess he gave up with the convincing. I stood which sent Wolfram to alert mode. He looked up in surprise.
"We need to get you off this ship." I frowned, not facing him. I was worried about him.
Then he got really mad.
I heard the bed shift, and heavy feet move to the floor. I turned to him, I should've seen this coming. He grabbed my collar. His knuckles grew white as his grasp grew tighter.
He vented his breath heavily. It broke against my face. Just like his usual sent, his breath smelled sweet, like honey-flavored cough drops. His face wasn't as hot as before, but was still warmer than the average human. My eyes were fixated on his pink-ish chapped lips. He licked them, then spoke with a shaky tone. "Surely you realize, since I am a fire-majustsu user, my average body temperature is 110? I'm not sick, you're just a fool. I won't leave no matter how sick I grow to be, for I am your fiance and protector. So stop bitching." He lost his composure then. His cheeks turned to the color of his eyes. He pivoted toward the window, and let it out. His head hung out there for a while before lifting it in. After that scene he returned to his position on the bed, his back facing me. I couldn't help but mutter...
"Brat."
He returned with, "Wimp." Unsteadily.
The rest of the day blew past. Sure, it was hot as heck, but I'd have to say I enjoyed the salt water air blowing throw my hair. Ahhh. Before I knew it, the day had ended, and it was time for bed. I was in my usual blue, rubbing my eyes, yearning for sleep, before I remembered how I'd be sleeping that night. I knew then, that week was gonna stink. Suddenly there was a presence next to me. I didn't even hear the footsteps...
"Good-night, Yuri-heika". He kept on walking after he had stopped next to me to say that. It was weird...because it was Gwendal. He was here for the negotiating. I definitely needed help for that. It was still weird how he even acknowledged me. I'd ponder that later. I turned to the cabin which held my hell. I opened the door.
"Ne, Wolfram, do you wanna sleep on the outside, or inside? I'd prefer the..." I heard the brat snoring, then. I smiled, because I really didn't want to discuss our sleeping arrangements. I tip-toed over to the bed, as to not make much noise because Wolf was sleeping, though it was meaningless. Wolfram von Bielefeld was the heaviest sleeper I knew. I didn't think that was a good trait for a soldier. I took a good look at the blond one. He wore sleepwear that I would consider negligee. It was draped loosely over his small-framed body. The thin cotton blanket clothed his hips and down. His limbs were sprawled out, all over the bed. I sighed heavily. But I couldn't help but think...he looks...
I mover the limbs that were in my way, clearing a place for me to squeeze in. I layed down slowly, automatically going down into a position on my side. My back faced the wall and him. I shifted my body to the other side. It seemed to be more comfortable that way. That is, until, I almost fell off. I reached for the closest thing that could support my weight. Wolfram. I wrapped my arms around his firm body, tightly, I was so scared. Maybe I really am a wimp. My mind went to Wolfram then. Jesus Christ, I hope he doesn't wake up. I was thinking that at 120-miles per hour. That would've been hysterical. Then I gazed up, toward his closed slits. I looked up at his face. I realized again...
Only one centimeter away from his face. Only a millimeter away from his...lips. Then My lips began to tingle...
