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 Five:

Yuuri yawned as Gunter continued teaching his lessons out on the balcony. He turned to have a look and saw the guards being trained by Conrad. Then he spotted Wolfram crossing swords with Voltaire. It seemed that Wolfram was the winner, but then Voltaire winked at Wolfram and the latter started and blushed and Voltaire took the chance to push harder, making Wolfram's sword fly out of his hand. 'Wolfram is easy to embarrass,' Yuuri thought.

Wolfram turned and glared at Voltaire to protest. "You chea-" Wolfram couldn't continue as Voltaire wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist, pulling him into a heated kiss…not helping the situation more or less.

Yuuri turned his face away immediately, like he was witnessing some murder. He closed his eyes tightly, like it was the best way to ease off the pain.

"Heika? Heika, do your eyes hurt?" Gunter stared at him worriedly.

Yuuri opened his eyes to look at Gunter. "W-what did you say?"

"Heika, you don't look well. Would you like to take a break?"

Yuuri sighed, thanking his god that Gunter offered it. He really couldn't concentrate on the lessons; he needed some sleep.

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Yuuri opened his eyes. He was in his room. He remembered everything…the lessons that he couldn't concentrate on, Gunter telling him to take a break, and…and the kiss…

He got up from the king-sized bed and walked to the large window. He put his palm on the window. It was dark outside, and he wondered what time it was. To tell the truth, sleeping alone was not as he had imagined it would be. 'I thought it would be calm and peaceful. In fact, it is calm, but that makes me feel lonely…and it is too peaceful that I miss him kicking me out of the bed. But worse, it's cold. So, so cold at night. I didn't expect I would regret the times I told Wolfram to find his own room.'

Yuuri left his room to walk a little. There was no one up but the guards, so he walked without aim. He didn't feel sleepy since he got enough rest already.

Suddenly, one of the large doors opened and Wolfram ran out of the room, covering his mouth with his hand. He didn't even notice Yuuri standing not so far behind.

'Wolfram? What's wrong with him?' he thought as he followed the handsome prince.

He came to a large bathroom and walked inside slowly. He stiffened when he heard Wolfram's coughing. He ran to the noise and found Wolfram bent on his knees vomiting into the toilet.

"Wolfram! You're ok?" Yuuri asked, making Wolfram sniffle from the shock.

"Y-Yuuri?"

The two went to the garden and looked up at the dark sky. Yuuri glanced at Wolfram from time to time. He wanted to know what was wrong with him. "That wasn't the first time, was it?" Wolfram turned his gaze on Yuuri, not understanding what he was just asked. "I mean…You've been vomiting since that incident when we were kidnapped. I mean…since you accepted Voltaire's proposal."

Wolfram turned his face away to stare at the grass. Yuuri could see the dark blush on Wolfram's cheeks.

"Is he forcing you to do things?" Yuuri asked seriously. Wolfram took a few steps forward and his body began to shake slightly. "Wolfram! If you don't like him, I…" He paused few seconds. "It'd be ok if we…if we were still engaged." Yuuri blushed. He was afraid that Wolfram would be mad, but then Wolfram turn and look at Yuuri with unshed tears in his beautiful eyes.

"You mean it?"

"Yes!"

"B-but you always say, 'It was a mistake!' 'It was an accident!'"

"Let's forget this now…okay?" Yuuri gave Wolfram a warm smile.

"Yuuri!" Wolfram ran and gave Yuuri a smacking hug. They could have fallen, but Yuuri had good balance and tightened the hug, lifting one hand and running his fingers through Wolfram's silky golden hair. Wolfram opened his eyes in shock and blushed at the act.

"Yuuri?" He pulled away a little to look at Yuuri's black eyes, and Yuuri stared back at Wolfram's green eyes. They stared at each other like that for a while, before their eyes slid shut at the same time and their faces moved closer. Their lips met in a soft kiss, a kiss that became more passionate with every passing second.

When they pulled away, Wolfram lay his head on Yuuri's shoulder, enjoying the moment he always dreamed off.

'Just one thing is missing, Yuuri…Say it! Say that you love me.'

To be continued…