Someday Out of the Blue

By,

Rune Wolfe

Disclaimer: I own none of Kyou Kara Maou

Note: Alright, just to remind you, I explained what the fetches were way back in the story, and luckily most people remember what they are. If you don't, I apologize for not making it clear enough, but you need only ask. They are the creatures in the Asrai Caverns. I mentioned them in the last chapter and I thought the sentence in which I did ("the fetchestook it, remember? That was part of the bargain,") made it clear enough who they were; no one else took Yuuri's heart or made a bargain with him so… I didn't think I needed to re-explain it. If I should have, I am very sorry because I can understand why someone could have forgotten the term for them.

Chapter 21: If I Started Over

Wolfram was padding softly through the halls when he was attacked by his mother and the maids. He eyed them warily as they all began to speak at once, none of them comprehendible. Raising his hands in a surrendering gesture he back away slightly, "could you please speak one at a time?"

Backing off, they all giggled as if they knew something that he didn't. This made Wolfram extremely suspicious, it was a bad sign when women giggled at you. However, his mother was the one to go first, "Yuuri is awake." She could hardly restrain her bubbly disposition as she grinned happily.

Wolfram's heart seemed to become somewhat enlightened, "that's wonderful. Is he feeling alright?" He began to get tied in to the women's excitement himself. He had been very worried that Yuuri wouldn't wake again.

"He's fine," Doria announced happily clutching her hands together in joy, "in fact he's been talking to Conrad for over an hour."

"That is good news," the prince sighed, extremely relieved.

"I certainly thought so," Cheri grinned, patting her son happily on the back, very similar to the way one would pat a dog.

Looking past them and down the hall and nothing in particular, Wolfram spoke softly, "should I go see him?" He was somewhat hesitant, he couldn't know for sure how Yuuri would react to him being there.

"Well I should think so!" Wolfram's mother spoke as if her son had just been extremely empty-headed. She scolded him, "of course you have to go see him."

"Why's that?" the prince looked at her in confusion.

The maids jumped in, "because he's been calling for you."

The blonde tilted his head slightly, not sure how to take this news. Part of him felt so wonderful he wanted to sing, however the other part of him grew wary and nervous. "Why would he be calling for me?"

This time they all stared at him in shock. Cheri looked him in the eye, making sure she had his full attention, "Because he loves you, Wolfie."

The boy seemed to reel backwards at this. It was almost as if he had forgotten Yuuri's declaration of love. How could such a thing have slipped his mind? He realized that his worry for the king's life had drawn him away from his own thoughts and feelings. He looked back at his mother who was giving him a 'you're so hopeless' look. He could feel a blush rising on his pale cheeks. "So I should go see him?" He asked dumbly.

At this his mother gave him a slight push, "go on, stupid son of mine. Go get your beloved." Taking that incentive, Wolfram stumbled on down the corridor.

As he did, Sangria leaned over to Lady Cheri, "he's going the wrong way…"

She just smiled, "don't worry, he'll figure it out."

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Meanwhile, the king in question was leaning back against his headboard and staring about his room as if he had never seen it before. Sunlight splashed in through the windows and danced across the room after shattering through the crystals hanging upon the chandelier. Yuuri grinned as he laid eyes upon Morgif, who was now sleeping. Never had he been so happy to see his moron of a demon sword, nor did he wonder how on earth the sword ended up in his room.

Every so often Giezela would enter and practically for some new disgusting medicine down his throat, however it felt odd to be taking medications when one felt perfectly fine, a little tired, but fine nonetheless.

But now he was waiting for Wolfram. Everyone else had come to see him, except the prince who had always claimed to love him. Yuuri wanted to see that sweet face, and as soon as he had asked, all the women in that wing of the castle ran off in search of that pretty blonde head.

Every moment seemed to take so long, could no one find him? Had Wolfram left Blood Pledge castle? He was beginning to get worried. Before this whole ordeal, and before he had gone back to Earth, any mere mention of the prince's name would have him right at Yuuri's side.

The boy king was snapped out of his thoughts when there was a soft knock at the door. His heart began to race.

"Yuuri…?" A delicate voice called through the thick wood. Yuuri's racing heart nearly stopped as he realized who it was.

"Mother?" Almost as soon as he uttered the word, Jennifer came flying through the oaken doors and had thrown herself on her little baby boy. She, like most women do when overly excited, began to rant on about how she was so worried about her poor Yuu-chan and how Conrad had somehow gotten to Earth to get Yuuri's family and how Yuuri shouldn't be traveling between worlds without clean washcloths. Only when she noticed her son's face turning blue from lack of oxygen did she stop and let go.

Just then another voice broke through the excitement. Yuuri looked up to see Wolfram standing nervously in the doorway, clearly afraid to come in, "Am I interrupting?" His voice was quiet.

Before Yuuri could speak, his mother had thrown herself on his frightened fiancée. "Wolf it's so good to see you! I hope I didn't miss the wedding." Both boys looked at her in surprise.

"Wedding?" Wolfram choked out, "what wedding?"

Jennifer pouted very much like Cheri, "the one between you and Yuu-chan."

"We're not married, mother," Yuuri told her softly. He looked away when he saw a flash of hurt cross Wolfram's face.

The woman, however, still wasn't satisfied. "Then what have you been doing this whole time?"

"It's hard to explain, mom." He looked back at them. He could see that the prince did not want to think about their journey, let alone talk about it. Wolfram still felt it was his fault, and to some degree it was, but another large part was Yuuri's wrongdoings.

Finally his mother released Wolfram and sat in a chair close to Yuuri, while the prince was eventually lured to sit on the end of the bed. However an awkward feeling hung between the two boys. Jennifer watched them in silence. Something had definitely changed about the two of them.

Yuuri broke the silence. "Hey, Wolf, did you see the fireworks last night?" He asked, referring to a festival that had taken place the day before.

Wolfram shook his head, "I didn't feel like going."

Those solemn words took the wind out of Yuuri's sails. The prince sounded so sad and lonely. The king decided to try again, "did you at least go to the feast?" They didn't even notice when Conrad and Gwendal entered the doorway.

Again Wolfram shook his head. He hadn't had anything to do with the festivities. "How can you…," his voice was a soft whisper.

Yuuri's eyes widened, "How can I what?"

Wolfram sprang up from the bed, "how can you be so nice to me? All this is my fault! Its because of me that you lost your heart!" His yelling could be heard throughout the nearby corridors.

"I didn't lose it, Wolfram! Its right-," Yuuri's attempt at consoling his fiancée was broken off by more of Wolfram's frustration.

"You're right," the blonde cried, "it was taken from you!" He didn't know when his hands had formed two fists.

"No! That didn't happen either," Yuuri yelled, his voice matching Wolfram's in order to get the man's attention. "Nothing like that happened, and none of this is your fault. You were sad…. And that was my fault." Gradually his voice lowered to a normal level.

Wolfram shook his golden head, "have you lost your memory, too?" He choked slightly as unwelcome tears began to trail down his pale cheeks.

"No, I haven't," Yuuri murmured, clumsily standing from the bed. He awkwardly found his balance before gingerly making his way towards Wolfram. The prince instinctively moved away, not wanting to be touched, however the king finally caught up to him, partially thanks to a slight trip over the carpet. He tenderly pulled the boy into a hug. "I remember that I love you."

Wolfram wanted to pull away and run, but if he did he could hurt Yuuri even more so he loosened his muscles and allowed himself to be embraced. He couldn't say that it didn't feel wonderful to be in the king's arms. It was what he had always dreamed of. "But what about your heart?" he asked quietly.

Yuuri smiled against the prince's shoulder, "that's what I was trying to tell you. It's right here."

The blonde looked around him, half expecting to see a floating pink thing shaped like a valentine. But there was nothing, his eyes met Yuuri's in the mirror before them confused. The boy smiled again, pressing his chest closer to Wolfram's warm back.

"Can't you guess, Lord Bielefeld?" The king teased slightly. "I'll give you a clue: how did you give me your heart?"

"I… told you that I loved you…" the prince thought, partially to himself.

He could feel Yuuri's breathing now. "Exactly," the boy announced.

Wolfram looked back at the mirror, "does that mean I…" however the realization made it impossible for him to finish speaking.

"That's right, Wolf. My heart is inside you… You've had all along."