A/N: Not the usual fic you guys would see around this site since I turned Wolfram into a girl… Yup, a girl… Weird, huh… But this is due to the fact that I'm so tired of all the YAOI stuff going on between Yuuram although its true… Anyways this fic can be considered as a sequel to One Glance (which is like the most amazing Yuuram fic ever), by nekokate-chan… so tell me what you guys think of it… And another thing this fic is not centralized only on KKM but with crossovers from GSD especially the role of Kira Yamato… And in case you haven't guessed, this fic is AU… Very fantasy-oriented….
Hope you enjoy… And no flames please… Still a beginner… Tnx XD
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters here. They all belong to their creators. And the OC, Wyanet, well she belongs to one of my best tomodachis and also a writer in this site: Lady Von Bielefeld…
- K. Lawliet-Cullen
Mending Wall
Something there is that doesn't love a wall.
That sends the frozen-ground swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast…
Chapter 1: Incubus
WOLFRAM POV
I dreamt it again. That horrible nightmare. It seemed to never end. Every night has always been the same ever since I've met the emperor. And when he and I got married, it got worse. The dreams seemed to be more realistic and the imagery is far from hallucinations. How can I ever get up from this nightmare? When will it stop haunting me? Was I destined to never feel the euphoria of being free from him? Was my marriage to the emperor of Japan all a big mistake and now this is the punishment? Questions I've feared never to be answered are now slowly taking shape bit by bit and now I wonder how will I be able to face myself with the truth of… my love for Yuuri, …my true past, …my being threatened by a malevolent organization, …my real gender and …most of all my past with the king of Tristain?
NORMAL POV
"Ah!" Wolfram got up, sweat covering every inch of his body as he opened his eyes only to stare at the majestic ceiling of the emperor's bed chamber.
"Wolfram…Wolfram!." Yuuri awoke from his sleep wondering why his 'wife' was screaming again from his slumber.
"I'm…I'm fine. I just have many nightmares, that's all." Wolfram snuggled on Yuuri's side as the emperor caressed his face and held up his chin to where he can see him.
The emperor pulled his wife closer as the weather complimented the blonde's nightmares. "You keep having these nightmares. I'm worried about you, Wolf-chan. After our wedding, these nightmares we're not that on a gravitational scale. But ever since our anniversary, these seem to have escalated. Please, my love, tell me what's wrong. What is bothering you?"
Wolfram simply shook his head. "It's nothing. I promise Yuuri. It's the weather. I'm just not used to this November chillness. It freaks me out. Maybe that's why I'm having bad dreams." And then he held his husband's face in both his hands. "Please don't worry yourself. After the weather has calmed down and it's warm again, I'll stop shrieking like a little child." He promised kissing Yuuri in the lips.
"Well, if you insist." Yuuri replied yawning.
Wolfram let himself drowse over Yuuri as once again he is indulged to sleep.
xxXxx
Wolfram's Dream
"Wyanet!"
"Huh?" Wolfram, startled at the angelic voice, awoke from his sleep in a roseful garden. The garden seemed to be very familiar to him. Rose bushes surround a majestic oak tree; birds fluttering their wings in the nearby fountain, and aside from roses, various wildflowers blossomed enveloping the entire garden with their colorful aura. Irises however dominated the rose bushes which seem to sway together with the wind.
"Wyanet! Where… are… you?" A shadowy figure emerged from the iris field.
Wolfram sat down finding himself under the shade of the giant oak tree. The figure was now running towards to meet him.
"Wyanet! There you are!"
Suddenly he found himself looking straight into violet eyes which captivated him. 'No such eye color exists in humans' the blonde thought for himself.
The boy was a teenager like himself. Tall, lean and slightly muscular, the bronze-haired boy kneeled in front of Wolfram seeming to look at him fully.
"What's wrong, Wyanet? Why are you cringing away from me?" He touched Wolfram's face who immediately withdrew from the intrigued sight of the boy.
Startled by the intimacy of the moment, Wolfram stood up, fists balled in defiance of the young man's interference of his solitude and obvious disarray of his pride,"Who are you? What do you want from me? How dare you disturb me from my sleep! And why are you calling me that name?! I am Wolfram Von Bielefeld. A PRINCE of Germany." Wrong. Wolfram thought. Why did he address himself as a prince of his homeland when he's already married to the emperor of Japan?
"Bravo, Wyanet! You'll make the onlookers at tonight's gala astonished by Prince Wolfram's marvelous charisma." The boy stood as well. Seeming to lean on Wolfram, he closed the gap between them. Wolfram gasped as the young man suddenly kissed him fully on the lips. The man's lips begging for entry. Wolfram let himself be consumed by this kiss as it felt so right. Eventually, he pushed the man away. Gasping for air, he wiped his lips off any scent from the man and dashed off away from him.
"Wyanet, wait!" Wolfram's hands chained to his sides as the man caught him in an unbelievable rate.
"I AM NOT THIS WYANET!!" Wolfram explained as he struggled to let him out of the man's iron-grip even though he liked the way the boy is chasing him. "WHY… DO… YOU… KEEP… ON… INSISTING… THAT… I'M…THIS …. PERSON?"
"Because you are! Look at me, Wyanet. Don't you remember me at all?" The man asked desperate for a reply. Eyes boring into the blonde's green orbs.
"What are you saying? I'm a MAN! Obviously, you can see that for yourself!"
"You're the one I should be asking that question. Are you practicing hysterics? You're pretty good at it, you know." The boy smiled flashing his gorgeous set of perfect teeth. Wolfram was captivated in an instant. His hands, released from the man's, held his head from keeping himself in balance but as he grasped his hair, it felt longer than usual.
His beautiful blonde hair fell down to the length of his waist complimenting his curvaceous features. "My… hair? What happened?!"
The blonde ran from the boy, who surprisingly did not chase him this time. Wolfram found a river gloriously floating nearby. He dropped to his knees and leaned to look at his reflection.
There he saw the face of a goddess, no, the etchings of the most beautiful woman on earth. Pale white skin, that dazzled under the sunlight, strange magenta-colored eyes, a streak of blond hair covering mocha-brown eyebrows, a perfectly carved nose (almost like that of Pygmaleon's Galatea), and the lips, gorgeous and as crimson as rose. 'No such being can exist' Wolfram thought. But as he touched his face the reflection mirrored his action. Only then was he awoken from his trance. 'This person is me!! I'm… I'm…" Then he seemed to sense that his bottom part seemed to be much 'lighter' than before. And it finally struck him. "I'm a girl?"
"Well of course you are." The man had already caught up behind him or should I say "her".
"I'm Wyanet?"
"Yes"
"And I'm a girl?"
"Is that hard to comprehend?"
"This is so weird" Wyanet sat down on the grass. The young man followed her movement and slowly angled Wyanet's head onto his shoulder. Wyanet though still very confused, simply accepted the gesture in acquiescence.
"Why do I feel so comfortable with someone who I don't even know about?" Wyanet asked lifting his head up to look at the eyes of her companion.
"It hurts me that you've forgotten about me. But I'll learn how to deal with it in time."
Wolfram/Wyanet came closer to caress the boy's seemingly melancholic face and whispered to his ear, "What's your name?" Then she backed away realizing her sudden, impulsive actions. "I mean for starters."
"You really are very amusing. And I'll give you points for your sense of humor. But I'm willing to play with you since you're worth every minute and second of my time." the young man bore his eyes on Wyanet's. And after a few moments of silence, he finally closed the gap between them…
xxXxx
WOLFRAM POV
I woke up the next morning recollecting my thoughts. This is the first time I've actually have been able to remember my dreams or nightmares more clearly. I haven't been able to recall that much though. But I am certain of one thing. Although still vague in my memories, I'm able to remember that tingling sensation when my lips and 'his' touched. Still not knowing of who my dreamy romance is, I snapped out of my groggy state and rose up finally to prepare for a celebration prepared by the country of Tristain…
A/N: Weird chap… I know… I'm still fidgeting into getting my ideas in order… Recommendations are highly appreciated…. Tnx for reading…
-K. Lawliet-Cullen