Someday Out of the Blue

By,

Rune Wolfe

Disclaimer: I own none of Kyou Kara Maoh

Note: I am SO sorry about how long this chapter has taken to get posted. But I really wanted to make sure it was perfect.

Chapter 25: New World, Here We Come

"So excuse me forgetting but these things I do
You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue
Anyway the thing is what I really mean
Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen"

-Sir Elton John

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Wolfram stared at his feet as the white carriage head by two golden stallions began to pull him towards the chapel. His heartbeat no longer pounded in his ears, nor did his hands shake with restless nerves. No, instead he was strangely silent and still, as if he had left his body.

The joy was so much it has pushed him from his body and now his soul seemed to drift over the mass of people decked in their finest suits and gowns, all of pastels and spring colors. The looked to him like a meadow of wildflowers, following the wind towards his celebration, to share in what would be the happiest moment in his life. He feared that to hear the man he so loved, finally make that sacred vow would still his heart and that he would die right there of utter bliss.

The sounds of cheers drowned by a constant rain of rosy petals filled the long moments. The steady beat of the horses' hooves acting as a clock sounding the last moments of his old life.

Suddenly at this realization, he looked up, hurriedly gazing back at the palace. This would be the last time he ever looked at its grandeur as a prince. Scanning its handsome design with his emerald eyes, he spotted the grand balcony outside the king's apartments. Soon, he would be standing there, waving to his countrymen no longer solely as friends and allies, but as loyal subjects. The thought sent a shiver up his spine.

As a child, and evens as a young man, never had he dared to dream that he would ever become a knight, let alone a queen. He had always looked to his eldest brother, and sought after his example of being a strong and persuasive nobleman serving his kingdom. Nor had he ever thought himself such a beauty as became a queen. Of course the men and women fancied him, but in more of an 'adorable puppy' way. Now, he would be deemed the elegant and graceful wife of the king. He would need to practice being resigned and courteous, no more off-the-handle emotions and wearing his heart upon his sleeve. A queen was not only the king's lover, but his protector as well; he could not be throwing tantrums when things did not work out his way. .

Just then the carriage lurched, tearing him from his reverie and placing himself back within the white leather seat. Momentarily he could not bring himself to stand, and stared blankly as one of the young coachmen dressed in a pale blue uniform came to open the door. The people watched expectantly.

The pounding of his heart and the loss of breath seemed to return as he felt the entire force of their eyes upon them. He remained frozen until his eyes met those of his mother's, tearful, yet welcoming. He could see her maternal adoration for him, and through her smile saw how she relished in his glory and happiness. Through her he found the strength to move and cautiously descended the steps of the carriage to the ground now carpeted in royal blue.

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Yuuri jumped as he heard the cheers and whistles from outside the church. Instinctively he knew that his future bride had arrived. There was no turning back now.

From where he stood beside the altar, he focused upon his brother's face, smiling with the pride of an older brother. The king seemed able to steady himself slightly, knowing that his family was there to seem him one of the most important times of his life. His mother wept loudly as his father tried desperately to comfort her, for his sake and that of the other guests.

Ken, standing very cheerfully in his official robes gave him a quick pat on the back. "You may not have gotten a girl, Shibuya, but you sure came close."

Yuuri did not have time to respond when the heavy oaken doors were thrust open.

From the midst of a blinding light came forth a procession of intricately dressed lords and ladies all tossing rose petals upon the grown to prevent the future queen's feet from touching the floor. They smiled brightly as they ventured slowly towards the end of the long aisle, serenaded by sweet flutes and romantic violins. Then, as the column of men and women parted their own ways, Yuuri lost all breath.

Now he could see the radiant form of his Wolfram, his beautiful face encircled by his golden tresses was veiled in a white lace, and a bouquet of white roses clutched to his breast. Sunlight peeked around his small shoulders, illuminating his presence.

Clutching his arm as she lovingly guided him towards the front, Cheri watched only her young son. Today was his moment and she would never forget how divine he looked. He truly was a queen. As they reached the foot of the marble steps, she unwillingly released him. He had to go it alone from here on in.

After a moment's pause, the prince silent proceeded forward, placing each foot carefully upon the stairs until he had reached the platform, standing opposite his Yuuri.

"Hello Wolfram," Yuuri murmured comfortingly. His voice filled with love and adoration. Then blushing he added, "You look beautiful." His presence calmed his fiancee's heart, yet even so, the blonde could only manage a shy laugh as the king took his left hand in his.

Ken chuckled at their anxiousness and grinned as he began to read from an ancient book of hymns.

"Let this be a joyous occasion, one in which true love meets loyalty and complete trust. Permit these two, mighty gods, to enjoy their passion and hope for all time and allow them to be eternally happy.

Take not from them, for soon they shall give unto you joy and new life-," the couple jerked slightly at the mention of creating new life. Ken proceeded, "Enlighten their hearts and minds and transform them with your mighty wisdom into strong and just rulers.

Keep their dreams strong and their faith in the heavenly council, their people, and each other alive."

Then closing the book, the sage looked at them silently. "Do either of you standing here before hold any doubt in their heart, if so, speak so now." Silence followed as the lovers stood steadfast beside one another. They would not turn back now, not after all they had gone through to be together. Ken smiled at their determination. "Then I now pronounce you king and queen. Your majesty, you may kiss your bride."

Nervously, Yuuri reached out his shaking hands to fold back the veil that hid his beloved's face. He drew a deep longing breath as his eyes met the shining emerald gaze of his new wife's, watching him expectantly. The blonde's cheeks were dusted with pink from the heat and sudden shyness.

Cupping the queen's warm cheeks in his palms, the king drew his lips against his own and kissed him like he had never done before.

All those in the church jumped to their feet and clapped as the bells rung loudly above their heads and cages of white doves were open from up in the rafters. Cries of joy echoed throughout the streets, a new queen had come to the throne.

Yet, Yuuri and Wolfram saw only each other, holding one another close and kissing intermittently between delighted sighs and giggles.

Then slowly the king drew away, "Wolf-fu… I know it isn't as fancy as the other one I gave you…. And you can keep both of them… but… I've been waiting for eternity to give this to you." Lovingly he revealed a velvet box from his pocket and opened it to reveal the small golden ring. "I've had this for you since I was sixteen…"

Wolfram looked into the small blue diamond and suddenly all the tears of joy he had been holding back seemed to flood out of his eyes. "It's beautiful, Yuu-chan," he sobbed as his lover slipped it on beside the other one, "absolutely beautiful."

"It's like you, Wolfram," the boy whispered and kissed his forehead tenderly.

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Conrad and Gwendal waved wildly as the carriage started off carrying the newlyweds towards the palace. The crimson light of evening was peaking over the hills and the white silhouettes of doves could be seen dancing in the sunlight. Ribbons and confetti filled the air as the people crowded in a messy parade behind the coach. The sounds of trumpets sounded in a symphony beside the militia flutes and drums. The gave birth to a dignified and triumphant tribute to the King and his new Queen. All throughout the streets the golden crest of Wolfram von Bielefeld billowed upon royal blue tapestries. All of the kingdom welcome him as their new ruler.

Cheri and Miko walked arm in arm, crying endlessly whilst debating about their future grandchildren. Yuuri's father and his brother walked in a silence in which nothing need be said. This day, especially for Shori, was hard. He would now be entrusting his baby brother to Wolfram, and Yuuri would now go to his wife for aid and advice. It almost felt as if he was no longer needed.

Noticing his eldest son's solemn face, Mr. Shibuya placed his large hand upon the boy's shoulder. "It's his time now," he sighed. The young man merely nodded.

Greta, wiping tears out of her eyes, allowed herself to be hoisted up onto the strong shoulders of her black-haired uncle so that she could see the crowned heads of her fathers in the distance. "Father Yuuri and Father Wolfram look so wonderful," she sighed.

"Yes," Conrad agreed, stepping in time with his brother as they followed the swarm of joyous spectators, "they certainly do."

The girl turned to look at him, her tawny red curls falling over her eyes. "When will you and Uncle Yozak get married, Uncle?"

Conrad blushed and coughed in surprise, "I wasn't aware that Yozak and I had agreed upon such a thing. We aren't even courting one another." He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment. Gwendal laughed at his younger brother's discomfort, it was fun to see Conrad's cool and collected nature falter every once in a while. It proved that he was human.

"Everyone knows about it, Uncle," Greta announced as-a-matter-of-factly. "You can see it from a mile away. The way you get so shy around him, it's obvious you want him to be your husband. "

In defense of his manhood Conrad scolded her, "now why am I the wife?"

However she merely just shot him a disbelieving look and continued on to torturing Gwendal about choosing between Gunter and Anissina. Now an adolescent, Greta took a great interest in the love lives of others, watching their course in order to learn the do's and don'ts of romance, though she had already learned quite a lot from her fathers. The brunette remained strangely silent for the rest of the trek towards the castle.