Wolfram von Bielefeld didn't remember falling asleep, but he did remember coming to consciousness with warm lips pressed against his own.
He swung on instinct, the resounding crack as his palm connected knocked the pervert clear off of him. "How dare you!" Wolfram raged, sitting up and spotting the black haired man holding his cheek and staring at him with wide eyes. Wolfram didn't recognize him. Had he come with the visiting Prince?
"Wolfram?"
The blonde turned his head and his brows furrowed. "Father? You've returned early?" He was supposed to be in Caloria for another week. "What have you done to your face?!" How had the man managed to grow such a beard in the few short days he'd been away?
"Wolfram!" He was pulled into his Father's shaking arms and Wolfram's green eyes went wide. It wasn't that his father wasn't affectionate, but there were rarely such full on hugs like this, and never in front of others. Speaking of which…
"If you were here," Wolfram said, struggling to pull out of his Father's tight hold. "How could you allow that pervert to do such a thing to me?!" he accused, pointing at the still staring man.
"Wolfram," Shinou gripped his son's shoulders, making angry green eyes lock with glossy blue. "You've been asleep for a very long time."
Wolfram gave half a laugh. "I only closed my eyes for a moment! I don't know why no one woke me when you returned but-"
"No, my son." his Father said solemnly. "You've been under a curse. It's been over 800 years since you last opened your eyes."
"Ha!" His Father never had a knack for humor. What sort of joke was this meant to be? "What in the world are you speaking of?"
Shinou raised his hands to cup Wolfram's face. "I have missed you more than words can say, my son. I had tried everything, I had lost all hope." Tears slipped from blue eyes and Wolfram felt as if an anchor had been attached to the bottom of his stomach.
"Y-your serious…" Wolfram said, looking about the space in a slight panic, trying to find anything to prove this wasn't the case. He was in a room he didn't recognize, sitting in what appeared to be a glass casket with an open lid. The black haired man was still there, now looking away respectfully, though holding his still red cheek. "That can not be true!"
"I would not lie about such things to you, Wolfram."
"But-" his breaths were starting to come quick and short without his permission. "How is that- it can't be- eight hundred years?!"
"I thought you lost to me forever." Shinou whispered, pulling Wolfram into another hug. This time Wolfram clung to him, trying to pull in enough air from the short, rapid breaths his body insisted on performing. His head was reeling as he attempted to wrap his mind around being teleported 800 years into the future.
Over his father's shoulder, the black haired man locked eyes with him and kept it even when Wolfram tried his best to glare. The man made a show of taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly, over and over again until Wolfram felt compelled to match him if only to get his lungs to obey him.
"Who are you?!" Wolfram growled once he was able to breathe again.
Black eyes widened before turning almost sad. "I'm Yuuri." he said with a small smile. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Wolfram."
"Hi, Wolfram, I'm Yuuri Shibuya! Your mother said I should come
keep you company sometimes…"
Wolfram squeezed his eyes shut against the strange almost memory, it's contents slipping away like a half remembered dream.
"Shibuya," Father ordered without letting go of Wolfram. "Return to the main castle and inform the Daikenja."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Yuuri said, bowing his head as he climbed to his feet and headed for the stairs.
