Characters: Wolfram/Yuuri/Murata
Spoilers: Episode 27 – 32
The children had gone home after waking up from their nap, promises of a return trip to finish the decorating loomed in their minds. Murata had helped Yuuri see them off, and then had departed mysteriously. Yuuri didn't bother to find his friend, since he knew that Murata was no doubt feeling homesick.
Yuuri was too, though not as badly as Murata was. He had family and friends here and he didn't feel the outcast. He tried to do what he could to make his friend not feel so left out, but it was hard sometimes. Murata had showed up there late, not knowing what was really going on and Yuuri had had to give him a crash course on what had happened before, including how he'd gotten engaged.
Murata had found it amusing that Yuuri was engaged to Wolfram. Surprisingly, Murata and Wolfram got along fairly well, at least as soon as Wolfram realized that Murata didn't want anything to do with Yuuri, at least in a romantic nature. He and Yuuri were best friends, nothing more and nothing less.
He still wasn't sure if Wolfram understood that, and thus, Murata went off alone to contemplate. They'd started calling him a sage, which he found rather amusing. He was horrible in school, so how could they call him a scholar? Then again, compared to what he'd been like in school, he'd changed when coming here. He wanted to be around a woman he'd never even met before, one who had the oddest hair color. Only punk girls had green hair, and Gisella was certainly not one of those.
Murata didn't even realize it when he came to the foyer, where the gallery of paintings hung on the walls. He gazed up at the first two, an image of a handsome man with long black hair, and the other who could have passed for Wolfram's twin brother.
H wondered again on who they were, and just who he was. The upcoming holiday season wasn't helping him either. He missed his family and wanted to see them again. But according to Yuuri, the only way to go back was if the Original Maou's spirit wanted them to go back, and he didn't seem inclined to do that just now. It certainly was good for them to be here, at least for Yuuri's relationship with Wolfram. But that did leave Murata out in the cold, as it were.
Murata had no friends here, save for Yuuri. And his best friend was often busy, what with learning to be the king of this interesting country. Plus, he had a fiancé and an adopted daughter to deal with as well. That left very little time for his friend. Murata didn't usually complain about it, but lately he'd been feeling rather lonely.
"You know who they are, don't you?"
Murata almost jumped out of his skin at the sudden voice. It was one he hadn't expected at all. "Wolfram…"
Wolfram moved from behind Murata and came to stand next to him, looking up at the pictures. "It's funny, don't you think? The Maou looks just like me, yet I only have a little bit of his blood within me."
"I guess so…" Murata looked back at the pictures and shook his head. One would think that Maou would be the one to first be presented on the wall, not his friend. "The other one looks like Yuuri a bit…and of course you look just like the other. I wonder why they're side by side?"
"It was said they were best friends…a lot like you and Yuuri," Wolfram said, going over to a window and looking out thoughtfully. He picked up some snow from the ledge and balled it up into a ball. "Ah well…" A calculating look slipped over his face and he lopped the snowball at Murata's face.
The young man fell on his ass, wiping away the snow on his face. Wolfram snickered and ran down the hall. Murata grinned, and then followed after his friend's fiancé.
Yuuri exited the ballroom, stretching his back. In another week the children would return to finish the decorating. He gave a cry suddenly, spinning on his heel and falling into a snow drift. He blinked and then sweat dropped at the sight of Murata giving a loud war cry, chasing after a laughing Wolfram with a large snowball.