Warning: Yaoi.
Disclaimer: not mine.
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Love Never Was an Accident
By Kilta
Beta reader: Arana Suteshi
The engagement may be an accident, but love was never an accident!
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Part One:
'No matter what I do or say, he isn't interested in me. He kept saying our engagement is an accident…it hurts me every time. So maybe it's time for me to give up on him…to give up on my first love … to give up on … Yuuri!'
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"A guest will come here tomorrow?" Yuuri asked while throwing the ball to Conrad.
"Yes," said Conrad. "He is Gwendal and Wolfram's cousin. He's coming for a visit."
"Then tell me more about him, Conrad. It would be rude if I meet him and know nothing about him." Yuuri said worriedly.
Conrad smiled at him. "Sir von Voltaire. He's older than Wolfram by a year, he's a tough swordsman, and he's…" He stopped, not wanting to continue.
"Come on, Conrad! What were you going to say?" Yuuri insisted, staring at him curiously.
"Maybe Wolfram won't like it if I told you this," he replied.
"Tell him, Weller-kyo." Wolfram appeared, walking slowly toward them.
Conrad looked back at his youngest brother in disbelief, but then he turned and smiled at Yuuri. "Well…Voltaire grew to love Wolfram. They were intimately attached."
The ball slipped from Yuuri's hand. "Oh! Shimatta!" He bent to get it. "Hmm! You guys here sure are strange." The two stared at the Maou questioningly. "I mean, a guy should only fall in love with a girl." He paused and glanced at wolfram. "And a guy should only be engaged to a girl."
"Whatever, you wimp," Wolfram muttered as he walked away.
Yuuri glared at Wolfram's back. "Stop calling me that!" He heard Wolfram chuckle sweetly as he left. "Strange! He seems calm and carefree today," Yuuri thought out loud.
"Maybe because of our coming guest." Conrad looked at him teasingly.
"Then lucky me! I'll have some peace!" he said as he threw the ball to Conrad.
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The day came when the said guest arrived and they all stood outside waiting for him.
He rode at the head of his guards like a perfect noble. He approached them then stopped his horse and dismounted, walking to Cecile, got down on one knee and he took her hand and kissed it gently, his dark brown hair falling forward with the motion.
"Oh my!" she said happily. "You're still as gentle as ever!"
"And your beauty is increasing every time I see you," he smirked, deep blue eyes shining, and she laughed giddily.
'Man! Even though he's so young and near my age, he speaks like an adult,' Yuuri thought to himself.
"Oh, Conrad!" The noble smiled. "Have you improved your sword skills?"
"You can test me later," Conrad smirked.
"I will! Gunter, you didn't change at all!" He turned to the long-haired man.
"And you have gotten older," Gunter replied. "You've become a man."
The guest looked around, searching. "I see neither Gwendal nor…Wolfram."
"Well…they had some work to do," Conrad answered.
Voltaire's gaze fell on Yuuri, and they stared at each other for a moment.
Finally, Voltaire moved closer and bowed before Yuuri. "Nice to meet you…Heika."
Yuuri was startled. He smiled nervously. "N-nice to meet you, too."
They went inside, and to the large dining room. For a while they conversed on many subjects as they sat around the table, and then Conrad asked the question that was on everyone's minds.
"So, Voltaire," he started with a gentle smile, "Did you only come here for a visit, or is there something else?"
"No! Well …I…" He couldn't hide the blush that appeared on his cheeks. He ran his fingers through his hair and continued, "I came to propose to Wolfram."
They all gasped and Yuuri's fork fell to the table. They all looked at him.
"Heika, are you okay?" Gunter ran to his Maou's side.
"I'm afraid that you're too late, Voltaire," Conrad said apologetically. "Wolfram is engaged to the Maou. I'm surprised you didn't know that."
Voltaire stood up from his chair in shock. "No way…" He couldn't believe it. "He's engaged to the…Heik—" He couldn't continue as Wolfram entered the room.
"It's okay," Wolfram said. "The engagement was an accident, after all. Wasn't it, Yuuri?" Yuuri looked shocked at his fiancé.
'Wolfram…' Yuuri thought. He couldn't believe that Wolfram would say that.
Wolfram turned his gaze on Voltaire. "Can you give me some time to think about it, Volt?"
Voltaire smiled at wolfram and approached him taking both of the prince's hands, bringing them to his lips and kissed them. "Take your time, my prince."
Yuuri didn't know what to think. He could only stare at the two shockingly.
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Later…
"Is it okay with you, Heika?"
Yuuri turned his gaze from his bedroom window to Conrad. "Sure it is. After all, the engagement was an accident, and I didn't mean it." He smiled innocently and added, "He won't be bothering me with his jealousy any more."
Conrad went to stand beside him. "You mean he won't love you any more."
"It's… not love …" Yuuri wanted an replay from the older man, but Weller kept silent. "Anyway, where is he? He's usually in bed by now."
"Oh! Didn't I tell you? We finally found him an empty room. The bed is all yours now." The swordsman smiled at him, and he smiled back. He left to enjoy having his bed all to himself.
But he didn't know it would be the coldest night ever.
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The next morning…
"Hmmm! Wolfram…stop kicking me out of bed!" He lifted his hand, trying to reach the other boy, but found nothing but bed sheets. "Wolfram?" He sat up and searched the bed, and then remembered everything. "Wolfram will be engaged to Voltaire…He just wanted some time to think. And I'll be happy for him if he accepts." A tear fell from his eye and rolled down his cheek, revealing the lie in his words. "Why am I crying?" He wiped at the tear with one finger and looked at it. "Is it from happiness, or…" He stared at the tear, and then began to cry.
He lay down again and covered himself with a blanket, crying into his pillow, this was so confusing, what he was feeling and why he was crying he didn't understand himself anymore. He managed to whisper one name before he fell asleep: Wolfram!
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A few hours later…
After a warm bath, Yuuri made his way outside, hoping to find Conrad and play some baseball, but froze when he got to the garden. He found Voltaire pushing Wolfram against a large tree and kissing him roughly. Wolfram was frowning and looked disgusted, so Yuuri assumed he was being forced.
"STOP IT!" Yuuri yelled, but Voltaire pulled away from wolfram and looked back at the angry Maoh.
"What's your problem?" Wolfram asked with a trembling voice.
Yuuri gasped in shock. "B-but you … you looked hurt."
Wolfram glared, "Go away!"
"NO!" Yuuri shouted. The other two looked at him in shock. "You stop it! Don't forget, you're still my fiancé." He glared at them, and Wolfram started laughing.
"So now I become your fiancé, huh, Yuuri?" Wolfram said angrily.
"Say what you want, Wolfram! But it's not your choice only…I may not let you go." Now Yuuri was really angry. Voltaire glared at him when he said that.
"Not let me go? But why? You don't even like me! Why do you even care?" Wolfram waited for the answer, but Yuuri only looked away, at a loss for words.
"Let's go, Volt. It's lunch time," Wolfram said and shot Yuuri one last hurtful look before he was gone.
'Why do you even care?' Wolfram's question stuck in Yuuri's mind. 'Why do you even care?'
'I …I don't know.'
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In the dining room, all were silent. Not because they had nothing to say, but because they were watching the couple. Voltaire was snuggling his chair to Wolfram's, and he watched every single move the blond made. He didn't even touch his own food. Wolfram was uncomfortable by this, and he tried not to show it, but because of his nervousness he moved the fork to the side while taking a bite and smeared sauce on his cheek.
"Ah! Shit" He searched his pocket for something to wipe the sauce from his cheek, but felt hands cup his face and a wet tongue lick the sauce away. He blushed. "Vo-lt?"
The boy didn't release him yet. His face was a few inches from the pretty boy. "You're so beautiful."
"A-rigato," Wolfram said shyly.
Yuuri's chest pained him. 'Why? Why?' He hated this, and he didn't know why. He never felt like this before. Could he be…could he be…jealous? 'No way! He's a boy. A boy! I can't feel this way.'
To be continued…
