Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou, but I do own the story that this one is based on.
Summary: The story is finally coming to and end, check out the happy ending... "Come in and Find out" XD
A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed Chapter 10! Also, thanks to all those that stuck with me until this chapter :D
Warnings: This Chapter is WAY Cheesy, but I'm a person that likes going to extremes, and I also like cheese, so yeah, everyone that doesn't like oversugaring should consider the story closed.
And please don't mind the huge gap TT_TT : In this Chapter Yuuri is already in love with Wolfram :D [I'm not sure if I was sucessful in showing that, but I guessed not].
Enjoy!
When Lady Celie entered the room of her third son, she found him sitting at the edge of his bed, staring at the full moon that was shining through huge windows.
He hadn't even noticed that someone entered, until she put a compassionate arm on his shoulders.
But even then he decided not to move. It was dark in the room and it should remain dark with only moonlight shining from the sky.
"Wolf? Shouldn't you be at the ball?"
"Is there any reason for me to attend?" Wolfram answered with another question not breaking his gaze at the moon.
"I am no longer the prince consort, but a mere soldier. In fact, I should be on my way back to Uncle Valtorana. And the worst is: I inflicted all this on myself!"
"Wolf! How can you think like this? Heika still sees you as a very good friend, even part of his family; he told you this, didn't he?"
At the thought of this, Wolfram's voice turned even graver. "I know, and that is the problem, haha-ue. It makes me hope, hope that I might get anything in return. That he might get to the idea of proposing to me again. I feel like my heart has chained itself for I cannot just stop worrying about him."
"But Wolf, shouldn't you be at the party then?"
Instead of answering his mother's question, silence covered both of them. Wolfram gave up staring at the moon that couldn't give him the confort he was begging for, but turned to face his mother.
Celie was slightly shocked when her son decided to turn around because something was different. He didn't have swollen eyes, like she would have expected him to have, but they looked extremely tired. It also wasn't the kind of tiredness one obtained by sleeplessness, but rather the tiredness of life.
In fear, the mother put her hand on his son's forehead. No he wasn't sick.
"What happened?"
"I really tried my best to stay out of his way, but his insensitivity gets me every time off guard. Look, haha-ue what he sent me…"
With trembling hands Wolfram grabbed a flat box; he had carelessly thrown on his bed. When he received it he had thrown another tantrum, but afterwards his emotional side got the better of him.
Why would he be so nice to me? Why would he treat me like this?
Curiously, Celie took off the lid. Inside she saw dark blue cloth. When she took a small piece of it between her thumb and index fingers, she smiled to herself. On top of the cloth was an open letter.
Judging from its state, the ex-queen guessed that it had been read already and that she was allowed to do so as well.
"He expects me to be there. I can hear my heart yearning to go, but I don't want to have it broken again. Haha-ue, what should I do?" Meanwhile, Wolfram had repositioned himself in front of the mirror and was now staring at himself absentmindly.
Lady Celie couldn't bear seeing her son like this: it was too heart broken. And wasn't she the representative of free love?
Taking the content of the box, she walked over to the mirror, and hugged him from behind. The ladder just let it happen for he didn't want to shoo away the scarce sources of warmth he was certain to always receive.
Continuing her tactic, the lady quickly placed the piece of cloth in front of the depressed before he could complain. She pinned it onto his shoulders with enough force to stop Wolfram from protesting. Then, she whispered into his ear seductively:
"Wolf, don't you think heika chose wisely? It really does suit you. Trust your mother and wear this to the ball. I bet you will even outshine himself."
Wolfram was surprised when he stared back into his image. She is right, but I don't know… He could feel blood rush into his head when he heard his mother's speech. She was good at being persuasive.
Next, Celie looked deep into her son's eyes, pressed the clothing into his indecisive hands and walked towards the doors. Before she walked out, she fixed her hair and dress. As an ex-queen she was, of course, already dressed, and most importantly, fashionably late. With a hand on the door knob she threw Wolfram a last kiss, and said:
"Sometimes, it is better, for one take risks. See you there!" Then she disappeared with a last wave.
In the darkness, a blonde smiled to himself.
Yuuri looked at his G-Shock: It was ten o' clock. As expected, Wolfram had evaded him at the beginning of the party, but he had hoped that the fire-wielder would sneak into the party somewhere in between, just to "check".
Sighing, he leaned at the buffet table. His first big accomplishment tonight had failed. It was to convince Guenther not to make such a big fuss about his entrance, but since he was the Maoh, some request like that was impossible.
Once he had entered, there was no stopping it: Nobles, business men, scientists (he guessed that they came upon Anissina's invitation, and diplomats had surrounded him. Women, he had never seen before threw smiles at him, but he ignored them all. The only thing he felt he was obliged to do was answer questions from the nobles. At least there were no country leaders… Yuuri was thankful that this ball was declared to be only celebrated nationwide, and not internationally. Because most castle residents had a memory of only a few days ago, preparation time hadn't been enough to have the festival presented internationally.
Just now Yuuri had successfully excused himself from all the people trying to contact him (with great effort of course).
Tonight was supposed to be a big night, a night that Yuuri had prepared for. He was determined to make things right for once in his life. Mindlessly, he caressed the soft petals with his fingers. It reminded him so much of the person he had been waiting for.
An outsider might have judged the king at that moment as very calm, but inside his mind he was thinking something like this:
I'm ready, I can do this. Nothing big… arrrgghh! Why am I so super-nervous? I made up my mind!
The Maoh was still concentrated on the flower in his front pocket, when the fanfares screamed aloud once again to announce the next visitor.
Yuuri's head snapped up when he realized who came in, striding into the room with his nose up.
"Oh my~!" Cecilie giggled next to him.
This was his chance. He quickly walked towards the blonde – to find himself scolded.
"Yuuri! How long do you know me? What kind of hideous thing are you making me wear?" Wolfram shouted at his king. All eyes were focused at the couple. Although Wolfram was aware of his impoliteness, he couldn't care less. He intended to let his whole bad mood upon the king. This was his last shot at making himself hope. The next time, he thought to himself, he would be treating Yuuri like he should.
But his breath stocked at the sight in front of him. He stopped almost instantly.
In front of him stood a person. It was the most beautiful person he knew. It was, obviously Yuuri.
Tonight, Yuuri wasn't wearing his school uniform. He was wearing something that he chose himself (for once). He had actually grumbled at Guenther, when they told him that he wasn't allowed to choose anything but black , because it was his signature color blab la bla…
But now he was wearing a wavy black tailcoat made of satin. His sleeves and collar was golden trimmed. Beneath, the Maoh chose simple but luxurious shades of grey. And Wolfram didn't know why, but Yuuri was wearing a necktie! It was the same kind he was wearing on a daily basis. In his left breast pocket lay a blooming azure rose.
What is happening?
Wolfram felt his resolve slip. He could only stare with a pink flush rising on his cheeks. Already had he forgotten everyone around him, the only question in his head being: Does he know?
On the other side, Yuuri had never thought that he made such a good choice. He was breathless at the model that was wearing a shorter tailcoat than his in deep blue, with a cute white ribbon around his neck. The white pants and vest made Wolfram look almost innocuous.
After a few seconds, both of them realized their staring, mainly due eye contact. Both of them looked to the ground, abashed. Yuuri's chest was pounding, his nervousness returning. His brain repeated the same chant over and over again:
Now or never, now or never, now or never… etc.
His hands were sweating as they once again – and hopefully for the last time – touched the plant on his left pocket. With trembling hands he slid it out.
Do it just like in the movies, you know he's oldfashioned…
A voice reported from deep inside his head, chuckling. Yuuri's brain was now so stressed that he would listen to anything that voice told him.
The whole room gasped –Wolfram was no exception- when they found the king sliding onto one knee.
"Heika, are you not feeling well?" one person in the crowd asked worriedly.
Wolfram couldn't react, couldn't breathe…
There in front of him kneeled the king! What a disgr-
Before Wolfram could finish his thought Yuuri had grabbed his hand, and carefully laid a beautiful blue rose into his open palms. Aghast, Wolfram gaped couldn't help, but continue gaping.
"I know I have done so much wrong, and so much unjust to you. But I not only owe you my life. I also owe you loyalty, friendship, care and most importantly your patience. I beg you to forgive this fool that ignored you for so many years. Therefore, before you grow tired, and I know that would be soon, please accept. I hereby propose to you, Lord Wolfram from Bielefeld…Let me have the chance to fall in love with you…"
His last words were so shaky, only the people close-by understood. Yuuri's mind and heart were racing for first place. He was sure everyone in the kingdom could hear it.
Wolfram didn't move, but kept analyzing the blue gift he had just received. His head was scanning Yuuri's words for every possible mistake, ambiguity or joke. Fortunately, they couldn't find any. Blushing one shade deeper, he had to calm down his heart that couldn't stop beating, as he realized that he was serious…
Sometimes, it is better if one takes risks…
"Henachoko!!! How dare you embarrass me in front of all these people? What chance do I have not to accept?" He was close to tearing, but managed to keep his voice and face normal – to a certain degree.
"Well then!" Yuuri couldn't believe his relief! He felt so light, even lighter than clouds might have been. Everything was going to be fine, or even better! He found himself endlessly grateful to the thin blue book, and at the same time enjoyed the feeling that made him feel like he didn't need anything else but this moment for survival.
Every single person in the audience clapped their hands wound at the reunification of their royal couple. Nevertheless, their clapping was soon over sounded by the orchestra's grand opening for the Maoh is always the one to start a dance.
Graciously Yuuri led his fiancé towards the dance floor to mark the beginning.
The beginning to a happily ever after…
What neither of them knew, but would find out later is that a small silver notebook in a small pretty black box on the windowsill in the king's chamber, made another click! .
They would only find out later that there was writing on the last page, and they would only later read what the writing read:
Those that live in patience,
Awaiting the sun everyday anew,
Are those with great hearts.
Those that believe and never give up,
Are our true knights,
And those are never to be found twice.
Love
Natallie
"What does the last part mean?" Greta asked curiously. She had listened well and understood every oh-so-complicated part of the story. The princess was a smart girl, but the last few verses didn't make sense to her at all…
"I'm certain it will make sense when you grow up." Annissina answered her with a smile.
She snapped the book shut and laid it on the table before turning off the lights and leading Greta to her parents that were awaiting her.
Owari.
First of all: Did anybody die of oversugaring? I reread it and it made me twisty, like when you eat really sweet stuff, but I like it.
I personallly loved this story *tearing up* and I can't believe I managed to write it all!! :D YAAY I'm throuuuggghh :D
But they say: "Every end is a beginning" , so yeah, I hope I will write lots and lots of fanfiction in the future :D Also part of the reason why I left so many open ends at the end. I like my audience imagining things by themselves, it makes the whole thing so much more individual :D
Please do review, or tell me which chapter was your faovourite and which one really sucked, so that I actually realize my mistakes ^^
Thanks for all the support and faithful reading I received. I love you guys, hope you will also read my next piece of work...
So then, this is goodbye for now :X see you in my next fanfiction.
Giureedi