Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou is not mine. It belongs to Tomo Takabayashi.

Namassuki

Decision


Time Set: Two Weeks before Wedding Day.

"Wolfram, what do you think? Do you want chocolate flavour or vanilla flavour?" Gunter asked Wolfram right after they have finished their breakfast and the rest went back to their usual routine.

"Gunter, quit asking me about that cake flavour! Tell that Maou that I will not choose a flavour for his WEDDING CAKE!" shouted Wolfram. "Let HIM DECIDE ALL BY HIMSELF!" he added before Gunter opened his mouth.

"B-But His Majesty wants you to decide for him!"

"No! I will not decide it for him! He's the one who's getting married! Not me!"

"B-But-"

"FINE! MUD-FROG-VANILLA-FLAVOUR! Satisfied?" Gunter's mouth slightly open in shock at Wolfram's statement, he closed them and frowned at him.

"There's no such a flavour, Wolfram. Really now, be serious! This is His Majesty's wedding, not some human's wedding!" Now Gunter was getting irritated with Wolfram's childish attitude.

"Gunter…" Wolfram's glared at him enough to make him shiver and stepped back slowly. "..." Wolfram hissed before he walked away.

"Sigh…" Gunter ran his hand over his hairs. 'You have given up on His Majesty, aren't you?'

"Stupid, wimpy, ugly, dirty, filthy, despicable half-human Mazoku! How dare he ask me to decide cake flavour for his and that filthy, ugly, unbeautiful, disrespectable, unworthy-for-Yuuri's love, witch-human woman!" Wolfram grunted. "Just because he's the Maou doesn't mean he can order me whatever he likes! Kuso!"

"Wolf!"

"What?" Wolfram faced Yuuri annoyingly. 'What does he want now?'

"Gunter told me you haven't decided on the cake flavour yet," Yuuri said, frowning.

"Yes. So?"

"But Wolf! It only two weeks more before I get married! Can't you at least decide one flavour?"

"No! I can't decide and I don't want to!"

"Honestly Wolf, just say one flavour and your job is done!"

"I said no! I don't want to decide something for you!"

"Wolf…please…" Yuuri pleaded, melting Wolfram's stubborn heart for a moment and there was a slight thingy telling him to just decide, only to change back to rock when he saw Recht's running towards them. "Oh Recht." Yuuri smiled as he received a peek of kiss at his cheek.

"Yuuri, have you decided what flavour our cake should be?" Recht asked seductively.

"No, I asked Wolfram to decide for me." Yuuri smiled at Wolfram while Recht frowned. "Apparently he hasn't decided yet."

"Huh? You should decide fast, Wolfram-san, for Yuuri and I am going to get married within two weeks!"

"Ch. Like I would want to decide for you filthy human," Wolfram said annoyingly. Yuuri, at that time and on that spot, wanted to slap Wolfram for saying those words but pulled himself together because he didn't want to make the same mistake as before. Though Yuuri's smiling, Wolfram knew he was holding his temper back for he knew Yuuri very well. Not wanting to have a fight, he turned around and walked away from the two couple, cursing.

"Wolf! The flavour!"

"I will not decide it for you!" Wolfram replied, continued to walk away until he turned to the corner and gone. 'I will not decide it for HER!' he thought and cursed more.


"Sigh…" Yuuri slumped into his office chair and sighed heavily again. "Man…"

"Something's wrong, Yuuri?" Murata Ken, who was reading some unknown book on the sofa, asked.

"I'm fine…" replied Yuuri. "Sigh…"

"You don't look fine to me," Ken smiled. "Is it about Wolfram?" he said. Yuuri stunned.

"N-No!" Yuuri said only to receive a wider smile from Ken. "Sigh…yes…it's about him…"

"What's wrong with him?"

"He hasn't decided the flavour for my wedding cake…"

"Well, ask him then."

"I have! But he said he didn't want to decide it for me!" Yuuri exclaimed, got off his office chair and slumped next to Ken on the sofa.

"Then, ask someone else to decide for you," suggested Ken.

"No! I want Wolf to decide the cake flavour for me!" Yuuri said, resting his head on Ken's shoulder and closed his eyes peacefully. He sighed again.

"I don't understand, Yuuri. Why are you keep pestering him to decide the cake flavour for you? You can ask someone else instead of him if he didn't want to," Ken asked. Yuuri raised his head and glanced at his best friend he had known since they were kids before he looked up at the ceiling.

"I don't know…I guess I want at least Wolf to take part in the biggest and important event in my life," Yuuri said. Ken smirked.

"Are you sure it's really your biggest and important event in your life?"

"Of course it is! It's my wedding! What's not so big event about it?"

"I don't know," Ken said, shrugging. "I don't think it's the most important event for you when you're marrying to the wrong person."

"Wrong person? Recht is the most perfect girl for me, Ken! There's no one as perfect as her!"

"Right. What about Wolf?"

"What about him?" Yuuri frowned.

"You proposed him first," Ken said.

"By accident. I didn't even know the slap meant proposing," Yuuri hissed. Ken rolled his eyes. He adjusted the glasses on his nose before he read the book.

"How do you explain what you did to him last time?" he asked without looking at Yuuri. The Maou of the world stunned; his eyes widened; his heart was beating fast and wildly. What does Ken mean by that? Did he mean the night he and Wolfram were sleeping together? Does he know what they did that time? Knowing that Ken knew something he didn't know worried him so much.

"W-What do you mean?" he asked, tried not to stammer, which failed completely. "K-Ken?"

"I know what you did that night, Yuuri," Ken said, smirking. "But, I'm not going to tell you!" he stated quickly. Yuuri frowned adorably.

"So you know what we did that night?" he asked. Ken shrugged. "Ken!"

"Like I said, I'm not going to tell you." Ken grinned as Yuuri glared at him without hatred.

"Fine! Don't tell me!" Yuuri grunted as he crossed his arms and pouted. 'Seriously. What did we do on that night anyway?'

"Yuuri!" Recht walked into the room, frowning very badly.

"What is it, Recht?" Yuuri asked.

"I went to see that ex-fiancée of yours and he refused to choose the flavor for our wedding!" Recht wailed. Yuuri let out a tired sigh. He had enough of this. Maybe he should force Wolfram even if he had to use his power. The fire wielder's attitude was starting to annoy him.

"Okay, I'll talk to him," he said. Recht crossed her arms over her chest. "I promise."

"Okay," Recht said. Smiling, she kissed Yuuri's cheek before she left. Yuuri sighed for nth times that day, and then he looked at his best friend who was smiling weakly at him.

"Want me to help you, Yuuri?" Ken asked.

"…Sure."


After sitting for another ten minutes, Yuuri and Ken went to see Wolfram and confronted him. The Maou knocked the door and waited for any answer. He knocked again but still, there was no answer. He knocked for the third times and the door opened by sleepy Wolfram. The fire wielder frowned upon seeing his soon-to-be-ex-fiancée. "What do you want?" he asked rudely.

"Uh…" Yuuri found himself lost his voice.

"Yuuri here wants to know what kind of flavor you want for his wedding cake," Ken said, grinning widely, unaffected by the glare he gained from the fire wielder.

"I've told you, I'm not going to choose the flavor for you. Which part of the word do you not understand, Yuuri? It's your wedding and your cake, so you're the one who should choose it," Wolfram said.

"But Wolf, I want you to at least participate in planning my wedding," Yuuri said. Wolfram sighed.

"I'm tired of this."

"Please? Just one flavor then I won't disturb you anymore!" Yuuri stated. Wolfram stared at his fiancée for longest time before he sighed again.

"Promise me you won't disturb me anymore?" Wolfram asked. Yuuri nodded happily. "Okay. Lemon-Coconut Cream," Wolfram said. Yuuri blinked then looked at his smiling best friend. Truthfully, he never thought Wolfram would say the flavor. He expected a grunt or a yell or disagreement from his fiancée and would yell at him if he ever did one of those.

"Um, okay."

"Now, can you leave me? I want to sleep," Wolfram said.

"Oh, okay. Good night," Yuuri said. Wolfram nodded then closed the door right to Yuuri's face.

"Well, that went well," Ken chirped happily.

"Too well," Yuuri said, frowning. 'I wonder if he's planning something.'


Meanwhile, inside, Wolfram was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling while Neko Yuuri was sleeping on his chest. While at that, he was thinking about what had happened so far. He engaged to human, fell in love with him and was about to break up with him because of a human lady he met in some small village.

No, he thought. Not human lady. Recht wasn't like any average ordinary lady. She was something more, something so dangerous that had threatened to destroy his loved one. He tried to chase her away but so far, he had failed. Perhaps it was because he had not use a bit of force to chase her away.

Sitting up, he glared at the wall opposite of him. If he couldn't chase her away normally, maybe he should use something forceful and dangerous. A thought came across into his head. Smirking, he grabbed a robe and walked out of his room, heading towards Gunter's room.


"Huh?" Gunter blinked.

"Get someone to find out about Recht's identity," Wolfram said.

"W-What for?" Gunter asked.

"Because I want to know whether she's a human or not," Wolfram hissed. Gunter tilted his head as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"You think she's not?"

"You think she is?"

"Well, not really. I mean, she managed to extract the potion…" Wolfram gave a confused look. "Oh, I haven't told you. Well, you know that I dropped a whole bottle of Sick Potion into Recht's soup, right?" Wolfram nodded. "But then you got sick for only three days." Wolfram nodded again. "So it's kinda strange so I asked Anissina if someone can extract all the liquid of the potion and she said it's impossible unless that person has power like her and that it's almost impossible to extract all of the drops."

"So you're saying…Recht was able to extract all except one drop?"

"Yes. So that's mean she's not ordinary lady because no ordinary lady can extract all drops of the potion," Gunter said, smiling widely. Wolfram brought his thumb to his lip, eyes glancing elsewhere as he let information about Yuuri's future bride sink in his brain.

"That doesn't prove she's an evil witch. We need more proofs, like data or any info about her. Do you know anyone who can investigate?" Wolfram asked.

"Well, I know a friend of mine…"

"Good. Ask for his help," Wolfram said.

"Hmm, okay," Gunter said. Wolfram nodded then left Gunter alone in his room. Gunter tilted his head. For some reason, Gunter found it awkward when Wolfram talked to him without yelling at him just now. Wolfram was not Wolfram at all. Perhaps what had happened for the last few weeks affected him so much he looked as if he had given up on the Maou. 'Hopefully he'll never give up on Maou.'

But Gunter knew Wolfram would never give up on his Maou. He loved Yuuri so much, probably more than Gunter himself loved the Maou.


Author's Note: I don't even know where this is going. I forgot the plot I made many years ago. Pft.