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Chapter 7

--Yuuri--

I couldn't decide which scared me more. The Maou's freaky attempt to seduce me while I was in Wolfram's body or Wolfram in my body getting ready for school.

I should have known the third son of the ex-Maou was up to something when he did a complete about-face in regards to getting me in the proper body. I should have recognized that predatory look, but he had been wearing my face and the battle had still weighed heavily in my mind.

"You don't have to go in my place, I could just as easily tell the school I'm sick," I've been trying to convince him from his intended plan since I woke up. "We could spend the day together and I'll show you some more places in Tokyo. I'll buy you another crepe."

"That was fun," he said, his eyes sparkling. I wondered if I could make my eyes sparkle like that when I get them back. "Still, I can't pass this opportunity up. Who knows if I'll ever be in your body again. This way, I'll know definitely whether you're cheating or not, wimp."

"I'm not a wimp and I'm not a cheater," I blurted. How did I ever get myself in a relationship with such an intense individual.

"Then what was all that talk last night about vaginas and breasts?" he shot back.

I shuddered at the mention of last night, "Can we not talk about last night? In fact, let's pretend it never happened. Let's not even pretend it was a bad dream. Let's just completely erase it from our minds. I think the memory alone will cause my brain to hemorrhage."

"You're the one to talk. I was the one being assaulted."

"I wasn't assaulting you!"

He gave me a withering look.

"Okay, I was assaulting you." It seemed in any form, he could still rattle me into submission. It wasn't as if I could say it wasn't me when we both knew it was.

"It still doesn't explain why you want to go to my school," I muttered. "Besides, you don't even know how to get there. You don't know my classmates' names or anything. You're just going to cause trouble."

"You seem to forget, you're going with me," he said as he stood there in my school uniform hands on his hips.

"I am?" I asked confused.

"The Maou is," he smiled. "He's going to give me all the information I need to get through the day."

"Why would he do that?"

"I promised him something," he said offhandedly.

"What did you promise?" I demanded.

"You're him, shouldn't you know what you would ask of me?"

My body dropped heavily back onto the bed and I stared at the ceiling. Yes, I could imagine what the Maou would try to extract from Wolfram. This was a Freudian nightmare. My Id, the receptacle of all my base desires was stuck with Wolfram and offering things that Wolfram had wanted for a very long time. I knew because I was pretty sure his base desires were left in this body along with his Maryoku. There were positions in my erotic dreams in the past two nights that I was positive weren't mine. Wolfram certainly had more imagination than I did. I wasn't even sure if some of those positions were possible. The only thing I could be thankful for was that Wolfram didn't have a split personality like me.

Okay, so if only our egos exchanged, where were the Super-egos? Shouldn't they sweep down with their red and royal blue capes and save Wolfram and I from the clutches of the evil lascivious Maou.

What the heck? It probably didn't even work that way.

As we went downstairs, I tried for a different tactic, "I am your king, aren't I?" I was pulling all the stops now.

"Are you really going to dare order me not to go?" he challenged.

Okay, no, I actually didn't dare. The only times I issue a royal order to Wolfram were during life and death situations. Because if I did try to order him any other time, it would turn into a life and death situation with my life on the line.

"Aren't you afraid I'm going to use your pretty face to get girls?" One last try couldn't hurt.

He grabbed me by the collar and brought my face to his. I swore puffs of smoke were coming out of his nostrils. Yes, we understood each other, I was never ever going to use his face or any face whatsoever to get any girls.

I said goodbye to him at the door. I also said goodbye to the possibility of me having a girlfriend ever. I was sure Wolfram would declare to all that I was engaged to a boy.

"You sigh like a lovesick puppy," I heard Shouri's voice say behind me, "he'll be back in the afternoon."

"Hey, Shouri," I replied, "don't you have class or something?" Oh yeah, I should act more like Wolfram. "I mean that's what Yuuri told me."

He beckoned me to the living room. I sat down on a chair facing him. We contemplated each other as if we were players at the World Tournament of Poker. What could Shouri possibly want with Wolfram? Last time they were alone together... were they ever alone together?

"I don't recall ever being alone with you except those times you came in my bedroom," Shouri said finally.

What?!! Wolfram had been sneaking behind my back. And he called me a cheater. And with my bro--. Oh yeah, I forgot, he was possessed at the time.

"I just... I just..."

Spit it out Shouri, are you going to say something bad to Wolfram?

"I asked Conrad what you liked. I know you were somewhat possessed at the time, but still, you did grant me the power to help my brother. And for that I'm thankful."

He pulled out a box and put it on top of the coffee table. "I would have given it to you a while back, but Yuuri's always with you."

"Thank you," I replied. I took the box and stared at it. I felt wrong opening Wolfram's present.

"You don't have to open it now if you don't want to."

"Is it okay if I wait until Yuuri is home?" I asked.

"Sure..." he replied. I thought he was going to get up, but instead he kept sitting there.

I didn't know Wolfram could cause such a reaction from Shouri. I was really curious what my brother thought of my fiancé.

"Was there anything else you wanted to say?" I prompted.

"No.... No. I mean... my parents already approve of you. But you two are still young even if you are in love with each other..."

I'm in love with Wolfram? I had always known Shouri with his brother complex wasn't completely mentally stable. But I thought he would at least be cognizant of the fact that Wolfram and I were both guys. How could I fall in love with another guy?

"... he's so protective of you," he continued. Well that's true. "I just don't think it's good for him to have such deep feelings for his retainers. Your first priority will always be him and if he hinders you from doing your job because he doesn't want you to be in danger, it would end badly."

Wasn't this what Wolfram was pointing out? Still, even if he and you say that, how can I stop from feeling this way?

"I don't know if you can understand my feelings since you are the youngest..."

"I have a daughter, I understand your feelings very well." What else would Wolfram say to this? "We all want Yuuri to be a good king. And we will always protect him. And I would smack sense into him if he does anything foolish."

Yes, that's what Wolfram would say. My mind went back to the battle before we left. I had gained some peace for that world, but I knew it was not enough. Pockets of violence still raged even within the borders of Shin Makoku. I was reminded of this everyday as soldiers marched to and fro in the courtyard. Imagining Wolfram in that battle, it made my chest constrict painfully.

I was so weak and useless without the power of the Maou. How was I suppose to protect the ones I loved if I could not even protect myself.

Shouri and I both jumped when a heavy thud landed on the coffee table. Our gaze traveled up to the smiling countenance of our Mom.

"Wol-chan, Shou-chan, you two look so serious--"

"What time is it!!! Crud, I'm going to be late," Shouri vaulted from his chair. "I'll see you later Mom."

"That's Mama Shou-chan and don't be late for dinner. We're having curry."

"Sure, sure," he muttered. "Ittekimasu" he yelled at the front door.

Both Mom and I answered, "Itterasshai!"

Crap! "Um... Yuuri has been teaching me some phrases," I said. Nice save.

"That is so sweet of him," she replied, "I knew he was not a lost cause. After all, he snagged a beautiful person like you. I knew he always had something for blonds."

Blond girls, Mom. Girls.

How did I snag Wolfram anyway? I still didn't understand that. I myself was amazed to have been chased to the ends of the world by such a gorgeous creature. For an average guy like me, it was rather flattering.

I spied the magazines that Mom had dumped on the table. Wedding magazines. Don't tell me I'm going to spend the day planning my wedding with the blond bishonen. How could this day possibly get worse?

"I got some newer magazines that you haven't seen," Mom said, "I thought you might want to take a look and see if any of the dresses catch your eye."

"Oh, thanks," I replied trying to suppress the overwhelming sarcasm in my voice.

"I had been thinking of going with the traditional white. At least for the wedding here. You can always go with a different color for the wedding in Shin Makoku."

I didn't even know we were going to have more than one wedding. I never imagined marrying a guy. I certainly didn't imagine marrying him more than once.

"But Mom—Mother, two men can't marry on Earth. That's what Yuuri says."

"Of course they can?"

Huh?

"I'd imagine Yuuri would want to get married in Boston, that's where he was born after all. If not, there's Toronto, that's a very beautiful city. Papa and I went there once for one of our honeymoons. It was romantic and they had the best Chinese food in the world."

Better than China? Mom, you're not making any sense.

I picked up a magazine and started flipping through it. I might as well keep my hands occupied before I blurted something bad. I paged through it while Mom continued her incessant recommendations; I started imagining Wolfram in the various dresses. I smiled evilly to myself. It would be fun to dress Wolfram up. This made me wonder why Wolfram kept this constant dialogue about dresses with my mom when he hated dressing up as a girl. I didn't like cross-dressing, but I complained ten times less than he did whenever we found ourselves being forced into feminine clothing. The only time he didn't complain was when he wore his nightgowns. Those he proudly wore.

I found myself enjoying the time with Mom when we got into serious discussions on what I liked. No this one was too fluffy. This one too simple. This one would make his chest look ridiculous. We didn't need a long train, he'd probably complain that it hindered his movements. The embroidery and pearls looked very pretty on that dress. In the end, Mom and I agreed that the best one was the traditional Japanese white wedding dress called shiro-maku.

"Do you think we can get the uchikake in blue?" I pondered aloud. That was the elaborate rich patterned silk brocade kimono that went over the shiro-maku. I thought Wolfram would really look good in blue.

"Ara, you don't think a red one would be better?"

"I think for his skin color, and hair, a royal blue would look good."

"Hmmm... I thought a nice rich red would look great with Yuu-chan's tan skin. But if you prefer blue..."

Wait! Wait! WHAT!!! Wolfram had been picking a dress for me all this time!

"MOM!!! You've been picking a dress for ME?!!!" Oh crud, I just blew my cover.

"Of course, we have."

I stopped. "You're not surprised?" I asked, "you knew it was me all along."

"Of course, Yuu-chan. Do you really think you could trick your mother so easily? And it's Mama."

I moaned and dropped my head in my hands.

"I still think the red uchikake would suit you more. I can't wait to tell Wol-chan. Perhaps we could go to the wedding shops, look at some fabric and perhaps even try one on. Oh! This is so exciting!"

"Why me? I thought, you've been shopping for a dress for him."

"But he's the more masculine one, it only stands to reason that you would wear the dress."

"I cannot believe you are saying this to your own son." What was I saying? This was the woman that used to dress me up like a girl. Of course, she wouldn't pass up a chance to dress me again.

"I've always dreamed of having my daughter in a traditional Japanese wedding dress..."

"I'm not your daughter..."

"Close enough."

No one understood the pain this average boy went through. Between my gung-ho mother, my overprotective brother and my violent fiancé, I never had a chance of living a normal life. Just for once, I would like them to be in my shoes. I wish they would understand...

A wish...

I wished Wolfram could understand me more...

Don't tell me my life had suddenly turned into a cheesy Disney movie.

"Mom, I have to go," I cried out as I sped out the door.

A/N: Next Chapter - Wolfram goes to school