Fields of Hope
Wolfram gave a groan at the unwanted sunlight peaking through his window. "Go away sun…" He mumbled sleepily trying to block the offending brightness making its way through his silk sheets. "Fine!" he yelled sourly, flinging the sheet away from him, as he stepped from the bed and began to dress. This was strange; he didn't feel like dressing with the same blue uniform blazer today, nor did he feel the urge to comb him hair like he did every morning. So he didn't. He dressed in the uniform, all articles of clothing except the blue blazer than usual hung on his shoulders. Then he noticed a small magenta color on by the window. Deciding to open the pane, he walked over to the glass and gently lifted it up. As soon as he did, the small magenta flower flew away with the flower laced wind softly touching his pale face.
Thankfully the day passed fast, with all the preparations going on, the two lovebirds didn't even get a chance to meet the whole day. It was only breakfast in which the two shared. Sadly the room that morn had an uptight atmosphere, no one bother to say a word nor did anyone bother to do anything more than what was called for. To put it simply, everyone just ate their freshly baked bread made from goat's milk, newly prepared beef soup from Doria's homeland, and ripe wine from the vineyard. Lunch and dinner wasn't better, a lapse in their schedule made the lovers unable to meet; Yuuri was able to eat by noon, but Wolfram was still busy with the preparations for the guard to-do list, he didn't get to eat until late afternoon.
Wolfram quietly walked through the now flower graced garden, trying not to gawk at its metamorphosis; from the green leafy rows of seemingly unending bushes to the energetic colors that filled the bushes appearing to last forever, beyond the horizon. The saccharine scent of flowers mixed with the cool afternoon breeze that brought tingles up to his thinly covered upper skin seemed to ease away his worries of the event to come the next day. Again the wind blew, singing its graceful melody, bringing the flowers to gleefully dance with the harmony. Petals flew into the air around him, it really seemed that the flowers were dancing to him.
A hint of magenta caught his sight. Wolfram could do nothing more but look for where the magenta colored flower had come from. It was over there! Near the foot of one bush, not fare from where he was standing. He slowly walked towards it, as if afraid to ruin the harmonic dancing of nature around him. Closing in on the color enriched bush, he found the undeniable hint of magenta. He stopped, to admire the small fragile magenta flowers. His fingers unwilling drifting themselves to hover above the flora, but not touching.
Yuuri finally had come to see Wolfram in the yard, as the young soldier stopped to examine the familiar flower he had seen earlier, caught by his windowsill tapestry. A smile slowly curved itself on the Maou lips as he watched his beautiful fiancé be embraced by everything that was around him. Even the prince looked strange to him, it wasn't very often you see a Mazoku soldier forget, or rather choose not to, wear his uniform blazer.
"Nice choice of flowers, your highness" a sweet voice he knew all too well came from behind him, appearing to stop the magic that flowed around him.
"Elizabeth-imouto I think were way passed formalities already" He quickly stood and turned to greet his childhood friend, who felt much more like a sister to him, taking one of her hands for the traditional greeting by kissing her hand. "Wolfram-nii, won't your fiancé, get mad if he sees you doing such an act?" She innocently asked, taking back her hand.
With the comment Wolfram fought a growing frown, not to mention an unwanted feeling in the pit of his stomach. Silence awkwardly spread thickly thought the air. Elizabeth was the one to notice it first. She moved behind her older brother and gently folded her skirt, enabling her to crouch down and gently caress the flowers previously looked upon by him. "Their, beautiful…" She whispered, touching a petal with her finger tips.
"huh, yes?" Wolfram blinked as if taken out of a trance, looking back at his younger sister. The blonde-purple-eyed girls too turned her head to look at her brother standing over her. "The flower, Phlox…" she whispered again, her voice trialing off as she turned her attention back at the magenta colored flower. "…it rarely blooms, even in the rural regions of the land. Mother often told me of the tale of this flower; may P-peace, H-hope, L-love, O-a ring, loops, it means never ending, X-parallel lines intersecting, two souls together. It's the symbol for two halves being united, two hearts being bound by destiny, two souls being intertwined as one. One it blooms, two souls will forever be bonded with peace, hope, love, that stays eternally, with each other…"
Unfortunately for Yuuri, he couldn't stand too long and drool over his lover as he was suddenly pulled away by one of the maids, asking what table arrangement to set up on the tables. The king was forced to wait in their chambers until the moon once again shone high above the sky with the stars dancing around it, but still the wolf did not return to its den. With this the Maou grew worried about his lover's whereabouts.
"Heika, what are you doing at this time?" Gwendal spoke as he saw the demon king while doing his nightly arounds. "Ano…-" He trailed off not knowing how to say it or how to explain the situation; dirrayed hair and everything. "---have you seen Wolfram anywhere? I haven't been able to see him since this breakfast" He finally blurted out, fumbling with his blue night shirt. "I believe he had retreated for the nigh, heika" The oldest of the brothers replied going back to his patrol. "Oh thanks!" He said running off, leaving loud echoes to fill the hall, then realization hit him.
"Ano…Gwendal…do you know where it is!"
"Down the hall and to your right!" came the muffled response from the previous Maou eldest son.
Yuuri followed the brief directions and realized it was very hard to follow. "What the heck? Why are there are so many doors here!" He practically yelled when he saw that the whole hall was covered with doors, left and right. Suddenly the slight moving of the door knob caught his attention; "Noisy…" the familiar mumbling voice of his fiancé came through one of the doors, just a few feet away from where he stood.
There he stood, Wolfram all in his frilly pink night gown glory, rubbing his emerald eyes, with a hand brought up to wipe away the remains of sleep. "Wolfram…" Yuuri managed an audible whispered that flowed through the cold crisp night air. "The Mazoku prince finally realized who was at his door, "Yuuri? What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice going back to the one of an angered prince, hell-freezingly cold.
Yuuri shivered visibly from the cold wind slapping against his under protected skin. "What are you doing outside? And in your sleeping wear at that?" Wolfram gave a soft sigh, he may have sounded angry but that sigh gave his soul away. "Come on in, Hennachoko. You'll catch a cold" He whispered silently stepping aside to let the raven haired boy to come inside.
There was no light in the room probably because it was a ghastly time of the night. But that wasn't the first thing Yuuri had noticed about the room. It was actually Wolfram; seemingly the tired prince had gone back to his peaceful slumber forgetting that his presence in the room. The prince's golden locks gently stuck on his face, with one hand stuck underneath the pillow and the other carelessly thrown in front of him as he lay sideways on the bed. A blanket placed carelessly over himself as it only covered partially his body, making obvious that he was curled lightly into a ball as he slept.
He didn't know what power had gone over his body but her felt the urge to grow closer to the fire wielder seeing him visibly shiver. His body didn't want to follow his orders as he approached the pale beauty on the bed, but there was another thing that caught his attention. A magenta flower tucked into on of Wolfram's neatly folded blazers on the chair. "That flower…"
The flower that had perched itself on his tapestry that morning.
"Phlox…" The flower's name came instantly without hesitation as he found his body kneeling next to the bed to stroke sun kissed locks away from his koi's pale face. Wolfram was thankful for the warmth but awakened with it, shifting slightly to face Yuuri fully before cracking open one of his eyes, that soon followed by the other. "Yuuri…what are you doing in my room?" He spoke so softly, bring one hand to the Maou face while moving to give his king some space to occupy. Yuuri gave a gentle smile and took up the space gratefully, embracing the slim body close to him, "I missed you of course" he mumbled near the prince's nape. The answer was enough for Wolfram and he simply shifted back to lie his back on Yuuri's chest, feeling an arm lock itself onto his waist, legs intertwining in his own, a head snuggling closer to his neck and finally feeling one of Yuuri's hand grasping his own and interlacing there fingers. "Yuuri, will you still dance with the women tomorrow?"
He felt the other stiffen for a moment "I mean it's okay to want to dance with women…I know that I never can compete to them…" he pauses and breathes in fighting back the water from staining his emerald eyes. "…I mean...I don't have …breast…and I'm a…male…" his voice trailed off, not wanting to choke out a sob if he spoke any further.
Then his bed partner relaxes again to answer "I still have to dance with them—" Yuuri paused to bring one of Wolfram's hands to his lips "I know you're different…—", at the answer of the other Wolfram felt that it was his turn to stiffen. Yuuri brought the hand from his lips and bringing the inside flesh of the pale hand to his lips instead "That's why, my last dace is only for you" he finished, closing the gap from his lips to the silky flesh. His koi relaxed, feeling that maybe Yuuri did really love him. At least he knew he was special, even if it was in a different way.