6. Dances, Public Events
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Conrad, Wolfram/Yuuri

"Aren't you going to ask Yuuri to go with you to mother's ball?" Conrad asked, in between the clangs of their swords meeting. "He's starting to get nervous."

"No!" Wolfram snapped, shoving Conrad back viciously.

"Why not?" Conrad asked. He paused to block a flurry of attacks on his right side, then continued. "You want to go with him, right?"

"Of course I do!" Wolfram grunted as he took a solid blow to the arm in order to get in a low attack. Conrad dodged back just in time, and Wolfram shook the hurt out from his arm. "But he should be asking me!"

"Girls are supposed to ask boys," Conrad remarked casually. Wolfram's blows were getting sloppier as he got more agitated, and Conrad delivered him a ringing strike that nearly knocked his sword out of his hand, but definitely rattled his teeth.

"Do I look like a girl to you?" Wolfram tightened up his stance and circled Conrad warily, looking for an opening.

"Wolfram, dear brother," Conrad smirked, "I have news for you. We all know you're the girl."

With a roar of rage, Wolfram charged Conrad head-on, steel shrieking as their swords met.

"You did this during practice?" Yuuri asked as Wolfram was rebandaging his arm before bed that night. "Wolfram, that looks terrible! How did it happen?"

"Forget it," Wolfram grumbled. "Do you want to go to my mother's ball with me?"

"Wolfram!" Yuuri beamed. "Of course I will! I'm glad you finally asked, I was starting to worry."

Wolfram felt a little glow of pleasure at Yuuri's words until he added, "I thought I was going to have to be the girl to get to go with you, but Conrad told me I should just stand my ground and…Wolfram, why are you grinding your teeth like that?"