Chapter 12

It was probably just a wee bit awkward. It we definitely unexpected.

Shori practically burst in through the front doors of the hotel and would have stomped straight up to Yuuri and Wolfram's room had Yuuri not been right near the entrance, about to bring Greta outside to look around.

Yuuri's eyes narrowed at his brother's angered state, but forcibly calmed himself when Greta looked at him worriedly. Before Shori could say a single word, Greta grabbed Yuuri's sleeve and he leaned down to listen to her.

"Papa Yuuri, who's that?"

"Ah…" Well he had to get it out in the open sooner or later he supposed. "Greta, this is my brother Shori; by extension technically your uncle. Shori, this is Greta. My adopted daughter and your niece." Yuuri seamlessly transferred languages without even thinking about it.

Too stunned to speak, Shori soon found himself enveloped in an overly-friendly hug from an exuberant young child.

"Uncle Shori! I've heard a bit about you, but not a lot, so you could tell me all sorts of stories about yourself and… oh wait, do you know our language?" Greta eyed him curiously and he stared between her and Yuuri, previous anger completely lost.

"This… is your daughter?" Yuuri nodded. "What's she saying?" He recognized a strange pronunciation of his name, but that was it. Yuuri held back a laugh; it wasn't really his fault he didn't know their language.

"Greta called you Uncle Shori… I'm pretty sure she likes you."

Shori looked down at her, and though he still believed Yuuri much too young to have a daughter, he couldn't deny her adorableness. He patted her on the head with a small smile.

"Can you tell her I think she's a cutie?" He asked.

"Sure." Yuuri chuckled. "Shori thinks you're a cute little niece Greta."

"Really?" She grinned and hopped back over to Yuuri.

She took his hand and eventually led him over to the giant squishy chairs near the entrance she had sat on before. Shori stood as she sat, and instinctively not wanting to be lower than his brother, Yuuri stood as well. They began aimlessly chatting about random things using Yuuri as the intermediate translator, and Greta's smile remained wide as ever as she got to know her uncle.

While Shori seemed to be enjoying himself and Greta seemed to be ecstatic, Yuuri was quickly becoming lost in thought. The only sign he was still there was him repeating exactly what Shori or Greta said, but he wasn't even thinking about their words.

What… what did I do? I left him saying such mean things… what if he hates me now? How would I feel if he tried to force me to do something against my will? Betrayed? Just plain hurt? His thoughts continued to eat away at his conscience and he just felt worse and worse. I can't take my words back though. I can't take him back either, because then he won't be safe… Yuuri was on the verge of pulling out his hair when he realized his daughter had grabbed the sides of his face and was staring at him intently. It made him a bit nervous.

"Y-Yes Greta?"

"Papa Yuuri, you stopped telling me what Uncle Shori was saying a while ago! Are you okay?" She asked. Yuuri, not having realized his lapse in translation, feigned a yawn.

"I'm just tired. We should probably go back and-"

"But I want to stay with Uncle Shori!" Greta pouted and Yuuri wondered if she had magically inherited his talent for adorably begging.

"Um… ah…" Yuuri cleared his throat. "Shori, I need to take a nap, Greta wants to stay with you… is that alright? I'm sure Miss Flora would be willing to translate for you if she's available, right?"

Shori dumbly nodded upon seeing the stressed look on Yuuri's face and refrained from asking what was wrong so as not to start a possibly argument in front of his daughter.

"She can stay. Any allergies I should know about?"

Yuuri froze mid-step and looked back in worry. What kind of a father was he that he didn't know if she had any allergies? Were allergies here the same as they were in the other world? What if-

"If you don't know then I'll just keep her away from nuts and stuff just in case. Go and rest Yuuri." And with those words, Shori gained a bit of respect in Yuuri's book. Just a bit.

He was still a homophobe.


Yuuri slowly opened the hotel room door and closed it silently once he was inside the room. He couldn't hear any noise, but he sensed the blonde still in the bathroom and bit back a groan.

He didn't even leave the room?

Words… Yuuri couldn't find any words to say and he wondered if he even needed them as he looked into the small room and saw his fiancé staring blankly at the wall across from him. He didn't have to ask what was wrong, he wasn't about to make excuses, he didn't completely regret his actions and so he couldn't honestly say he was sorry.

Instead he knelt down next to Wolfram and slowly put his arms out to hug him, giving him time to move away or reject the gesture if he wanted to. He just didn't expect the blonde to slap his arms away and glare at him.

Yuuri swallowed harshly and backed away from the blonde, not about to force him into a hug just yet. He'd done enough 'forcing' for the day… just the reminder of the blonde punching and screaming at him hurt him emotionally more than it had physically.

After several moments of silence, Wolfram spoke.

"Aren't you going to say something, or are you just going to stare at me like a kicked puppy?" He snapped and Yuuri began to look even more like a kicked puppy. Deep down, Wolfram felt really bad for making his Yuuri look like that, but what he did today was inexcusable. "Take me back Yuuri." He tried once more;

"No." and failed. Wolfram glared even harder.

"'No?' Yuuri you don't have a say in-"

"I have every say in it Wolf!" Yuuri snapped without thinking. "I mean, you have every right to be mad at me, and I'm not making excuses here. I feel bad for hurting you, and I understand that-"

"Understand? Yuuri, you can't possibly understand! Forcing me back here against my will, it's like you're saying I can't take care of myself! You're treating me like I'm a child! Like you don't trust me! Like you don't lo-"

"DON'T," Yuuri shouted, immediately shutting Wolfram up, "don't say I don't love you." He continued more quietly "I love you more than I could ever say, more than I could ever show, more than I could even understand. Do you think I just grabbed you without thinking of the consequences? You have every right to hate me now, I won't blame you if you want revenge or something too, but don't you dare think I hate you." Yuuri stood and blinked to dispel tears that threatened to fall. "I thought about how you must feel, but what about you? I just want you safe Wolf. I just want you safe." Yuuri turned and took a step towards the bathroom door. Then another one.

Wolfram couldn't find his voice for several more of Yuuri's steps, and time seemed to go in slow motion for him. Nothing was making any sense, but what he said… it was true. He hadn't stopped for a moment to think about how torn Yuuri might be about taking him with him to Earth.

"Yuuri." Footsteps stopped, but the double-black didn't turn around. "I can't forgive you right now… just give me some time… but I don't hate you." I could never hate you.

Yuuri nodded without turning and quickened his pace until he completely left the hotel room, only the door shutting softly behind him signaled his exit.

He left… he left? Wolfram jerked to a standing position. He actually left?

Yuuri never walked away. Not when they were on the same planet, and now he had even taken to dragging him along then as well! Their arguments were insanely few, and none quite as painful as this, but in the end they always resorted to one holding and comforting the other. Snuggling or…

Wolfram cursed his cheeks for turning pink as he strode out of the bathroom and across the room as a whole. He straightened his shirt and stared at the door, taking a deep breath.

Yuuri, you are not walking away from me. Wolfram declared mentally, completely forgetting he was the one who kinda told Yuuri to leave in the first place.

He brushed a strand of blonde hair from his face and proceeded to turn the door handle looming before him.


Turns out getting ready to angrily rush down the hallway after Yuuri and mental preparations for doing so were all for naught as he stepped out and came face to face with a smirking Yuuri.

Wolfram's pale face went bright red as he was caught.

"Miss me?" Yuuri's smirk dropped to a sad smile as he kissed Wolfram on the cheek and grabbed his hand to pull him back into the room.

"I-I was just going to get something to eat!" Wolfram defended.

"Uh-huh. Because you were going to order food in a language almost nobody in this world knows as opposed to using the fridge I showed you. Try again."

"I was going to look for Greta too!"

"She's… with Shori." Yuuri lost most of his amusement as he thought about that, but he shook it off. "She likes him and he won't let anything hurt her, so she's fine. Anyway… do you forgive me?" Yuuri shut the door behind them and refused to release the hand he held.

"I… I'm glad you care enough to want me safe, but that doesn't mean you were right to drag me here!"

"But you guys all wanted to force me here even though I wanted to stay." Yuuri's point made Wolfram flinch slightly.

"Well, yes, but that's different! You're the king, you have to stay safe!"

"Hmm?" Yuuri subtly leaned forward until he was inches away from Wolfram's face, making the blonde's breath hitch. "And the future consort of the Maoh deserves less protection, why?"

Wolfram sputtered as Yuuri backed up, proving he had only been teasing with his proximity and not about to kiss him as he had thought. The double-black released his hand and flopped to a sitting position on the couch. He made a gesture that seemed to say 'I'm waiting.'

"Because… that's not… I'm not just…"

"Are you saying you aren't my fiancé? Because if I remember correctly, you're the one who absolutely insisted that slap was-" Yuuri was cut off when Wolfram plopped down on the couch right next to him with a large pout and a small glare. When he said nothing, Yuuri continued. "-a proposal and all. Not that I'm not glad of course, but if you regret it now, then-" Yuuri had a twinkle of mischief in his eye before he was interrupted again by being pinned to the couch by his fiancé.

"Stop that! Stop turning my words around on me!"

"Hmm…"

"What? What are you 'hmming?"

"I don't know, it's just something about this situation… I distinctly remember saying I wouldn't blame you if you wanted revenge." Yuuri barely twisted his wrists in what, for him, would be an easy to escape hold, but nonetheless. "Seems kinda violent to me."

With a squeak of either rage or embarrassment, a deep red taking over his entire face, and the sudden release of Yuuri's wrists; Wolfram jolted backwards. Yuuri wasn't sure he was glad to be 'free' or disappointed, though the latter was predominant.

"Yuuri! I-I'm being serious! I'm trying to-" Suddenly Wolfram found Yuuri on top of him, holding his wrists above his head and pinning his body to the couch.

"I'm serious too. I love you Wolf… but you should've taken your chance. You're my captive now." Yuuri teased and barely brushed his lips over Wolfram's before retreating, and was about to release him when he found himself blinking in confusion.

"I-I-It's not… let me go! It's not what it looks like!" Wolfram began to struggle and pull his arms down but finding himself unable to move…

"Wolfram…" Yuuri's questioning tone made Wolfram squeak "does me holding you down against your will make you… aroused?" The responding hardening of a certain region and consecutive reddening of every visible part of his body was his answer. Seriously? After all you said about being told what to do… you like it? Yuuri shook his head in disbelief and wondered who was harder to understand.

Females, or Wolfram?

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Whee! I'm totally going to write a lemon next chapter, don't ask why I'm just in the mood to write some smut. DON'T JUDGE ME ;3;

I forgot chapter review responses, but I'm just telling you now, I read all my reviews! I just forgot… sorry!

Della: Yes, you have no say in what I did; you torture him all the time. I hope your re-write is going well, speaking of which ^ ^

Nina: yeah, my updating is lacking in consistency, my apologies *bows head*

MarsBars: Here ya go! I'm sure both you and Della are going to be more… anticipatory of the next chapter however… P.S. Can I have some of that fan-girl repellant? I could use some of that.

SawyerFan: Agreed. But the thing is, in a relationship like theirs (imho) it doesn't matter who was 'right' or 'wrong' or 'at fault' as much as it matters what the intentions were and how they can forgive each other because they're in luuuuuuuvvv (too sappy?) All the same I'm prepared to end their argument, or at least tie up some of said ends, with make-up sex. It works! *perverted grin*