"What the- -
Wrong
Chapter XII
By: Tenshi no Nanimo
DISCLAIMER: The bishies of Kyou Kara Maou are not mine… so I'm just borrowing them for my own imagination and plot. Warnings: some characters are out of character, it doesn't really follow the original plot and lots of drama. Also, Domenico and Lorenzo belong to the novel Cry to Heaven by Anne Rice. However, the idea that Domenico and Wolfram has met is solely mine. This chapter might also contain some adult situations (though not explicit, just an implication) so please, beware! Don't forget that I warned you! Enjoy!
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"What the- - ?!" Soon, the entire household of Domenico heard heavy footsteps thundering towards the dining room.
"Good morning to you too, Lord von Bielefeld." Domenico muttered almost immediately as the bang from the closing heavy doors of the dining room has settled. Domenico smiled as he saw Wolfram's evident blush.
"I am sorry that I have forgotten my manners for awhile there Lord Domenico. It is only because I was terribly confused and troubled to find that my wardrobe has seemingly changed overnight." At the evident smirk that Domenico had on his face, Wolfram lost all of his hold on his attempt to maintain his nonchalant appearance and could only mutter, "Oh Shinou, please, no…"
"Oh, you shouldn't be confused anymore Lord von Bielefeld. As for now, I have confiscated all of your clothes so that you could settle for something more fashionable." Domenico's smile only widened to see Wolfram's stunned face.
"And by fashionable, you mean something vulgar?!"
"Oh please, Wolfram, you are overreacting!"
"I am not and I am serious! I can't wear this, this thing!" Wolfram pointed grudgingly at his clothes, which consisted of a sheer low-cut chemise with a loose decorative red Jerkin on top of it while his loose pants were replaced by tight white trousers that come with a pair of brown boots that reached up to his knees. For him, it was so revealing and inappropriate, but it was the most decent attire that he found in the closet, which he shuddered at the mere thought of.
"Oh you can and if I am not seeing things wrong, then you are already wearing it." The melodious tone of voice that Domenico used on Wolfram only served to further irk the blond. He felt like he was being patronized by the amethyst- eyed boy. Seething with rage and humiliation, Wolfram replied, "You insult me Lord Domenico. You are not doing your promised task! I came here to be a courtesan, not to be a lowly prostitute!"
"Oh, but they are one and the same. Courtesans ARE prostitutes. Our only difference from those lowly sluts that you refer to is that we are seen as equals in intellect and status with our customers."
"I refuse to listen to this degrading talk of yours! How can you think so lowly of yourself? Of your job?!"
Wolfram felt daggers looking at him and was shocked to see that it was his usually flirtatious companion to be the one giving it to him. "I am teaching you something; something good and important indeed! I am teaching you to sink down to my level! I am teaching you how to make a man loose his control once you offer him a simple thing such as a single glance! With your beauty, I know that it is possible and I am honing your skills to manipulate people! I am teaching you to become powerful and it is attainable and almost within your grasp because of your radiating splendor! Can you not taste it? Now, if you listen to everything that I say, I am sure that you'd be the best courtesan there ever was!" The lunacy in the speech and the madness in Domenico's eyes scared the blond. His knees trembled at the sight of the castrato who was in the midst of giving a passionate speech and when it finally ended, the eyes of Domenico settled on him once again, which only intensified the fear that he was feeling.
"You're insane!"
"I know and I am going to teach you how to be insane too. After all, you cannot be a courtesan without being insane. It is a requirement and an important one that I'd like you to acquire." Domenico swept past him as he strode towards the door of the dining room. Finally, the blond mazoku's knees gave way to his body weight and he slumped down on the floor. Only one thought raced through Wolfram's mind: 'What kind of trouble have I brought myself to?'
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"What?!" Yuuri's voice echoed inside the big room, which caused the other people to jolt in surprise at the anger that they found on the usually complacent demon king.
"Heika, it seems that Wolfram is being monitored by Lord Domenico. Even the letters for Wolfram are being checked thoroughly and it seems that Domenico does not approve of our requested visit."
"He can't do that!"
"Of course he can Heika. He is the temporary teacher and guardian of Wolfram. Acting against his wishes would mean an insult to him, which may even result in a crease in our diplomatic relations wit his country because of his powerful influence over the leaders of Hesubia. And I assume that you wouldn't want that now would you?" Gwendal stated with his cold voice that penetrated deep into Yuuri's bones. With each word, he was sure that Gwendal was blaming him for the loss of his little brother and Yuuri knew deep down inside that it was probably true.
"But…" Seeing the resigned looks that the others were giving him, he was losing hope in having the chance to talk to Wolfram and the possibility to try and win him back. He sighed in defeat and tried in vain to stop the angry tears from falling. How he wished that he could be someone else! Not some demon king who constantly has to tread carefully upon fragile relations. He wished that he could be someone who could make decisions quickly without having to think about the consequences that would follow. More than that, he wished that he was not a prejudiced idiot; he longed to have the power to bring back time so that he could have admitted his undying love for his ex-fiancé before something wrong happened like the situation in which they found themselves in.
"Everything would be alright Yuuri. We just have to wait for the right opportunity." He wandered back into reality when he heard Conrad speak. He was touched by the fact that Conrad was desperate enough to try to calm him up by using his name to address him. However, in return, he could only offer a weak smile back to his nazeokuya. "But what if the right opportunity never comes?" He then turned his back to the other occupants of the room.
'Nee, Wolfram, I guess I AM a wimp after all.' With the flash of Wolfram's face in Yuuri's mind, he could feel the fragile smile leave his face only to be replaced by a big frown and heavy, fat tears falling from his eyes. Hearing the sobs that broke the silence, Gwendal, Gunter and Conrad left Yuuri by himself to sort things out.
After all, they knew that there was only one person that the king needed the most right now.
And sadly, it was not them.
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"Lord von Bielefeld, I am sorry with how I acted earlier. I admit that I was kind of barbaric." Seeing Wolfram's nod of acceptance, Domenico continued, "But you do know that I do not have any intentions of taking back my words right? After all, I am only speaking of the truth and I have no ill intentions whatsoever."
"I know Lord Domenico and I too, also apologize that I questioned your authority earlier. You are the greatest courtesan of all time are you not?" Wolfram mock- bowed, which Domenico found rather amusing yet insulting on his part.
"Don't act like a prude and do not patronize me Lord von Bielefeld. Our encounter this morning did not happen to make you feel bad and angry. I am quite dissatisfied and even mortified with how I acted and said things, but my manner of speaking wouldn't have changed the contents of what I wanted to say." Domenico sighed in exasperation. "Look Lord von Bielefeld, I know that we've started the day with a huge misunderstanding, but can we please move on? And can you please forgive me already? I am not comfortable to know that you hate me…"
"I do not hate you." Wolfram stated as he shook his petite head. "It's just that I'm starting to doubt my decision and that it burdens me day in and day out." Wolfram paused for a moment and noted the feeling of pity that Domenico exuded. "No, please. Anything but pity." Wolfram tried to hide his awkwardness with a weak smile, which only intensified Domenico sympathetic look.
"You know, before we left for Hesubia, Yu- Heika and I had a fight. His last words still ring in mind and he said, 'Have fun being raped!' Anger flashed in Domenico's eyes as he clenched his fists hard. "You know, everyone talks about how kind Yuri- heika is and I know too, that he is kind for I have it first hand. Yet, when he said those cruel words to me, I can't help but think how bad I am that I was able to produce such negative words from the epitome itself of goodwill and compassion."
Wolfram was soon tackled to the ground as he felt Domenico stroke his face in a loving and soothing manner. Wolfram's eyes widened and as soon as Domenico saw it, he stood up and murmured a quick apology while helping Wolfram to his feet. After a period of silence, Wolfram once again started talking. "Lord Domenico, is it possible that?" Seeing the hesitation in the blond mazoku, Domenico encouraged Wolfram to talk with a graceful nod. "Erm… Is it possible that I... that I do not loose my virginity while being a courtesan?" Wolfram's face was as red as a tomato, which entertained Domenico to no end and even produced a heart- warming laugh from the usually stoic teen.
"What's so funny? I am serious and it was hard enough to admit the thought that was ailing me for so long as it is." Domenico tried hard not to laugh; he really did, but as soon as it escaped through his pursed lips, he couldn't stop it anymore. As predicted, Wolfram got angrier and was about to storm out of the room when Domenico yanked his arm tightly. He was soon met by Domenico's stoic and calm face; there was no evidence that he was laughing like a lunatic just a moment ago. 'Is this how it is to be a courtesan? Being able to hide your emotions REALLY well? If so, then I guess I have a lot to learn…"
"I'm sorry if I acted as if I was mocking you." Wolfram humped at the statement, which made Domenico smile. "I assure you that I was not. I didn't find your question idiotic. Rather, I found it endearing because it just shows how innocent you are when it comes to these kinds of things." When Domenico saw that Wolfram was no longer attempting to get out of the room, he continued, "You see, there are two types of courtesans: the higher, or cortigiana onesta and the lower, which is the cortigiana di lume. Now, everyone, including your king I think has this biased notion of courtesans being prostitutes. In reality, they were only referring to the lower ones. We, however, belong to the higher level of courtesans though there are exceptions of course. Although sexual gratification may be asked of us, we have the right to refuse because our services do not just center on it. Most people desire our intellect, talent and companionship. That is why you should not look down upon your current occupation Lord von Bielefeld." Domenico raised Wolfram's face to his level. "You should honor it as you honor your rank as a soldier." Wolfram's eyes brightened at the prospect.
"Thank you for enlightening me Domenico." Domenico felt the sincerity in Wolfram's statement as the blond had gratitude written all over his face. "Now, I think I can keep my promise to Yuuri." Domenico was glad that he had rigorous training on keeping his facial features neutral or Wolfram would have seen the hate and jealousy that he had for the blonde's king. "You see, I promised him that I wouldn't enter into sexual relationships though not necessarily in the way that I have stated it right now." Wolfram smiled sheepishly as he remembered his exact words, which were 'I'd try my best to avoid sexual situations because it seems that you're afraid that I'd enjoy it too much right?' Wolfram shuddered at his choice of words. 'At least I was able to get my message across right?'
"Oh do not worry Lord von Bielefeld. I'll teach you everything! Even the techniques in avoiding awkward sexual tensions that is!" Domenico hugged Wolfram to show his empathy yet, his thoughts were the exact opposite. 'Oh I'll teach you to avoid other people's desires, but you can surely not get past MY desire.' Domenico tightened his hold on Wolfram so that he could smell him better. 'You're already caught in my web Lord von Bielefeld. All that is left for me to do is to devour you.' The prospect of having Wolfram in his arms someday made Domenico smile maliciously, which went unnoticed by Wolfram who was too busy savoring Domenico's 'act of kindness.'
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"You can't fool me Domenico." Domenico stopped on his tracks.
"And what do you mean by that Signor Lorenzo?" Domenico's voice was sweet yet, it was dripping venom.
"Do not take things too personally! I do not like it! Your job is just to instruct him!"
"Oh, you're one to talk. Your mere job was to be my benefactor yet, you killed my lover back then did you not?" Domenico snapped back.
"Oh, I'll slit the blond's pretty little neck too if you do not stop acting like a love-sick puppy around him! Do you think of me as a big fool?! You can't trick me into believing that you made him wear those sheer clothes as part of the job! Look at your clothes!" Lorenzo quickly pointed an accusing finger at Domenico's wardrobe. "Are they sheer? No they are not of course! You just made him wear those clothes so that you could enjoy seeing lots of his creamy pale skin right? You pervert!" Domenico gave off a heated glare, which Lorenzo returned.
"I only learned those dirty tricks from you."
"And you'll learn more if you do not stop executing the tricks that I have once done unto you. Step back Domenico or you'll see how serious I am with my words."
"Just try to touch him!"
"And just try to test my patience! You know as well as I do that I do not back down on my words!" Domenico sure knew how much Lorenzo's words were true so he kept silent and trudged past the scarred boy.
"You can't protect him forever Domenico." An ugly snarl was present on Lorenzo's face as the light from the blade of his knife illuminated it.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Finally! An update! In reality, I wanted to stop this fic or to put it on hiatus, but when I saw the first episode of the third season and the third episode of the OVA, I was compelled to write again. In the end, after days of brainstorming, I finally figured out the whole plot of this story with the help of my friend. (Hopefully, updates would be faster). Thanks to those who reviewed! They served as a fuel for me to continue writing. Also, thanks to Shohei Takano who made me remember my fic when I almost forgot about it due to the new episodes of Kyou Kara Maou. I love KING Wolfram von Bielefeld! Anyway, sorry for lots of grammatical errors because it's already 1 a.m. and my head's fuzzy; also, I do not know how those beta- readers work so I'm really sorry… As a consolation, this chapter's longer than the previous one by about 400 words. Hope you like this one and I hope that you'd review it so that I'd know the changes that you want to be corrected.
Also, the terms cortigiana di lume and onesta are real terms when it comes to talking about courtesans. You can check more about this on wikipedia. I really hope you enjoyed it!