Date Written: 11/29/05
Rating: K+
Word Count: 300
Characters/Pairings: Yuuri/Wolfram or Yuuri/Conrad (you pick!), Cheri (Celi), Gwendal
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Up through episode 47
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: For my stalkers (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!) who like Gwen, dedicated to moonraven croft, because I got the idea when I was reading her fic 'Discoveries'. Also, I'm using the fansub names for Gwendal (von Walde) and Cheri. Sorry, but that's what I'm used to.
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Gwendal von Walde watched as his two younger brothers argued again over the Maou. While he definately had NOT liked Yuuri at first, he had slowly developed grudging respect for the young teen, much like he had for Conrad's father.
The chair across the table from him scraped along the floor, and he looked across to find his mother pouring herself a cup of tea. "They're so high-spirited, don't you agree Gwen?" she said cheerfully as Wolfram pulled his sword on his fiancee. This caused a frightened Yuuri to hide behind Conrad, the brunette chuckling good-naturedly at the young blonde, trying to convince him to sheathe his sword.
Fire elementals, Gwendal grumbled mentally, putting down his own teacup. "Mother..."
"Hmn?" Cheri said, looking up from a rather large piece of strawberry shortcake.
"I love my brothers," Gwendal started, pausing to think a moment.
Cheri laughed and leaned over to pat her eldest son's arm. "I know you do, Gwenny."
"It never bothered me that we had different fathers, not really," the tall warrior continued, eyes the color of sapphires watching the scene before him unfold. Apparently, Yuuri hiding behind Conrad had further enraged the swordsman, who was now swinging his blade at his brother.
Cheri smiled, cocking her head to one side as she listened to her son. It wasn't often that Gwendal spoke about such things to her.
Out in the courtyard, Conrad had been forced to pull his own sword or get an appendage chopped off. The clang of steel on steel floated in through the open window into the room where the former Maou and her Prince son were having afternoon tea.
"But sometimes, Mother, I really really wish I was an only child," he confessed, his face the epitome of seriousness.
Cheri couldn't help but laugh.
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