This update is a little late, thanks very much to my hideous work schedule. You know if I didn't have bills…I'd quit and just finish this story. But, I do, have bills that is, and school, too…so, please accept my sincere apology for the tardiness of the update. Also, I don't know if you all saw in the reviews, but, aniae has done a fanart thanks in part to this story…I LOVE it…it is SO very BEAUTIFUL. I read French still, but no doubt my conversational skills have descended into the 9th circle of hell, still, I was reading the comments on her DA site and I think Gunter's hair is just the right length…well, it's how I see it anyway, and Yuuri is older, just the way I see him for this fic. His blush is just perfect, too. And, anyway, I am not only flattered, but absolutely, positively stunned (and Gunter's arm is great—beautiful deltoid, and totally shows his strength). I've never had anything like that happen before, so I can only say…WOW, and thank you Aniae for sharing the link with me. It's just gorgeous. For anyone else who would like to see it—and regardless of this story, it's just a great piece of art. Take out the appropriate spaces, and parentheses, and look here: http : / / cloeliae ( . ) deviantart ( . )com (/gallery/) The Fanart for this piece is called Private Lessons, and if you look at Aniae's other work, it's just beautiful. Abel, in particular, is one of my favorites. Ok, now, you've waited long enough, and been very patient indeed. I'll answer reviews after my nap this morning, and I'll see you at the bottom of the page…
The Twelfth Treasure of Shin Makoku – A Fairy Tale
…Into every life there will come adversity, no matter how careful, no matter how good, no matter how honorable a demon might be. The beautiful demon lord was no exception to this law of nature. In returning to his homeland, and reuniting with a family from whom he had been distant for years, he found himself resting at a cross-road. For many generations, tradition being the frame upon which the demon nation had been built, his lordship's family had borne a terrible burden. In the light of a new era—the era of this demon-king—a chance was offered him by fate to change the course of his life. This change would affect the future lives of Mazoku not yet born.
…In another world, the jealous prince was also given an opportunity by fate, in this case, to change the course of his own life. Wisdom, however, is gift bestowed upon few and it has been said that some people never learn from their mistakes. Bargains made, promises broken, and a betrayal would yet come to haunt the demon-king. Humans have a saying…Time heals all wounds. In Shin Makoku, the phrase is slightly different. Time is the thief of sorrow, for it returns seven-fold, that which it has taken. For the demon-king and his companions, however, time was growing very short, indeed.
--O.o.O—
Part Six: It Doesn't Matter if You're Three Years Old, or Three Hundred—You Will Always Be Your Mother's Son.
The best way to keep children at home is to make the home atmosphere pleasant—and let the air out of the tires—Dorothy Parker
No matter how old a mother is, she watches her middle-aged children for signs of improvement—Florida Scott-Maxwell
Jealousy and Love are sisters—Russian Proverb
--O.o.O—
For a young prince used to the affection and adoration of many, being the center of attention in the Shibuya household was nothing more than what he expected. Wolfram Von Bielefeld, however, couldn't help the misgivings that tickled at his conscience. He knew what he was doing was wrong, playing on the sympathies of a family whose love and loyalty was not only uncommon, but far surpassed anything he had ever thought humans could possess. Miko-san, who continually insisted that he call her "Mama," had been so kind to him—bringing him a breakfast tray the first morning that he'd awakened in Yuuri's bed, taking the time to make tea and listen with a sympathetic ear as he aired the laundry list of wrongs that had been done to him (Conrad and Gunter being the chief culprits in his opinion), and generally fussing over him that he'd begun to believe his own tale of woe.
Every time he thought of telling the truth, because in his heart he knew it was not honorable behavior to perpetrate such a lie, he simply reminded himself that he was working for a greater cause. Had he been more familiar with human philosophy, he would have recognized his belief in the ends justify the means. And the end he desired, the end he would so whatever it took to achieve, was marriage to the twenty-seventh Maou of Shin Makoku. While he was still considered young for a demon, he wasn't getting any younger and to lose his coveted status at this point in his life, well, that simply wasn't an option.
Granted, keeping up the appearance of a wronged lover wasn't difficult, because that was true—he had been wronged and greatly so. Perhaps he had pushed Yuuri too far when it came to arranging the "accident" that had finally drove the foolishly emotional Gunter to his breaking point and caused the older Mazoku to resign his position as advisor to the Maou, but Wolfram had also succeeded in proving an undeniable fact—Gunter had been in love with Yuuri for a long time and even if he had never admitted the secret presents were courting gifts, Wolfram was well able to see through the subterfuge.
The problem he now faced, however, seemed even more daunting than his rival in love had been. Shibuya Shori. The future Maou of Earth.
The man shared many qualities in common with Wolfram's eldest brother, and that was certain. He was serious, intelligent, and apparently very cunning. When Wolfram arrived on earth this time, albeit in an undignified manner, he had thought he had the situation well in hand. Shori had been outraged, as expected. He was going to demand satisfaction from Gunter and forbid any relationship between Yuuri and the older mazoku, also as expected. But, what Wolfram hadn't expected was that Shori had taken to asking him questions, beginning from almost the moment he came down the stairs that first morning. And, under the pretense of one reason or another, Shori had delayed their return to Shin Makoku, which Wolfram now suspected was a stalling tactic used by the handsome young half-demon.
Wolfram watched as the black-haired man opened the small device in his hand, tapped a key, stared at it for a moment, then tapped out something using his thumbs in a quick motion. He knew it was something called a phone—Yuuri had explained to him that communication techniques between the two worlds were very different. Humans and Mazoku on earth had progressed beyond pigeon mail, and used these small devices to speak to one another or send messages.
"What are you doing?" Wolfram asked, trying to sound curious but not concerned.
They were sitting in the comfortable family room of the Shibuya house, waiting on Miko-san to finish the batch of sweets she intended to send back to Shin Makoku for Greta.
"I was just replying to a text message."
"You've been doing that all morning."
"You are not the only one with responsibilities, Prince. I must clear my schedule and make alternate plans, since I am not sure how long I will be in Shin Makoku. I'm sure you wouldn't want me to neglect my duties here."
"But…we should be going back!" Wolfram exclaimed. "Time moves much slower here, and what if Gunter has already…already…done the worst?"
Shori shook his head. "I have the feeling that while your concerns are very real, that we have a few more minutes to spare. Besides, you wouldn't wish to insult my mother by leaving before she can entrust you with the gift she is making for her grandchild, would you?"
"O-of course not," Wolfram replied, confused. Yuuri's older brother had a way of making him feel both young and ignorant. He didn't like it. It felt too much like he was losing control.
"Do you love my brother?" Shori asked, catching Wolfram by surprise.
"Y—Yes, of course I love Yuuri!"
"Why?" The young man's voice was mild, only slightly curious.
"Well," Wolfram started, thinking. "He's the Maou. And we've been together a long time. He's learning our society and as he does he becomes more like a king every day. He's handsome, you know, for a half-mazoku especially! And, I protect him, cherish him, because it's my duty. He gets into trouble, still, a lot, but I don't mind looking after him—it's my privilege as his fiancé."
"I see. So, he's important to you?"
"No one is more important to me than Yuuri," Wolfram said firmly. On that question he felt no hesitancy whatsoever.
"I'm glad to hear that, young prince."
It was difficult for Wolfram to read Shori's expression, because unlike Yuuri whose every emotion was always plainly read on his face, the elder Shibuya son was much like Conrad—always masking his true thoughts. Still, Wolfram had the sensation that he'd passed some kind of test, since it wasn't long before Shori suggested they check on Miko-san and her baking project.
"I have taken care of everything that I need to here," Shori said, as they went into the kitchen. "Let's see if mother has finished so we can return to your land."
"I think that's a great idea," Wolfram said, smiling for the first time that day. That would be much better, to be back in Shin Makoku—Shori wasn't familiar, still, with Wolfram's country and it would be much easier for him to keep the man on a leash when they were back on his home turf. Gwendal had once told him that it is an advantage in any military conflict, and essential to a successful campaign, for a general to understand the lay of the land and know the geography. Wolfram was a general now, at least in his mind he was, and attaining Yuuri was his goal. He didn't plan to fail. When he returned to Shin Makoku, he would keep Shori busy until the time was right, then he would unleash his secret weapon and outmaneuver Gunter Von Kleist. There was no way that lavender-haired know-it-all was ever going to be the consort to the king. Not if Wolfram Von Bielefeld had anything to say about it.
--O.o.O—
Three days and two nights of travel had worn on the young Maou of Shin Makoku. Even though Morgif's barrier had proven more than adequate protection against the shadow-wraiths that hunted Gunter, and himself if he thought about it, the four travelers had taken their turns keeping watch in the night. Yuuri had insisted on taking his shift as well, despite the protestations of the other three men. He wanted to do his part, to prove to the older mazoku that he was more than just a figurehead needing protection. Yuuri had always managed to involve himself in any situation when he felt the need to act. He had never, from the beginning of his time in Shin Makoku intended to be a king who sat on a throne in a protected castle and waited while his soldiers—his people—put themselves in danger for his sake. He understood well, especially now that he was a bit older, the need for a strong division of labor, as no one man can perform every task. However, that did not mean he ever intended to allow others to do work that he was well able to do himself—apart from paperwork, perhaps, but even with that he'd made improvements and no longer relied on Gwendal for every tiny detail.
He often asked himself the question: What does it mean to be a king? He did not have a complete answer, even now, and sometimes he modified his opinion based on new things he learned. The fact was that he had no modern experience with the kind of monarchy he was expected to run. There were the ten noble families, certainly, but they were not a parliament. His word was, with respect to those already codified, law. And that was a great deal of responsibility to rest on the slim shoulders of a young man whom had not been raised in the country, or even that world. Earth had examples for him, of course, but they were historical in nature. So, for years he had relied on the strength of his most trusted advisors—more family now, even more than friends, the Maou inside of him, and that small inner sense he had that led him to make the distinction between right and wrong.
As the sun peeked over the horizon, the morning of their third day of travel, Yuuri had finally admitted to himself that there was a problem. The problem even had a name…
Conrad.
From the moment they'd found Gunter again, the tiny little voice in his head whispered that there was something amiss with his stalwart soldier. It was the same small voice he listened to when he ultimately made a political decision, or chose to intervene in a situation that just seemed wrong to him. He wanted, so much, to be able to discuss his concerns with Gunter, but even though they were sharing a horse and therefore a modicum of privacy, he knew that he could not speak to his…boyfriend? Lover? Adjutant? All of the above? At least not with any hope of real discretion. Besides, the tension seemed to be flowing between Gunter and Conrad, the leftovers spilling over and affecting Yuuri as the days wore on. He had even overheard a snatch of conversation between the two men the night before, when he was supposed to be asleep. It had been Gunter's turn to stand look-out, keeping an eye on the wraiths that circled their small camp like a ring of hungry wolves. Conrad, when it was time for him to take over, and come to stand at Gunter's shoulder. Yuuri was pressed against Yozak's side, warm and safe for the time being—his spy and royal bodyguard insisting on close proximity in case the wraiths should break through. The only problem with this plan was that Yozak happened to be snoring just loud enough to keep Yuuri from sleeping very deeply. It had been Conrad's voice that brought him out of his dreamy musings.
"How is it?" The soldier had asked. "Everything quiet?"
"They are circling, but Morgif is very powerful. I should have expected something so noble from Yuuri-heika."
"It should never have gone this far." Yuuri had heard the open criticism in Conrad's tone. "You've put him in danger, and I think you were selfish and irresponsible to do it. He deserves better."
"Ah, Weller-kyo," Gunter had said in a softer, gentler voice. "Am I to understand then that we have become rivals? I do not seek that."
"All I'm saying, Lord Von Kleist, is that I won't stand by and watch Yuuri get hurt. You, of all people, should know that I cannot let that happen."
"I would never ask that of you. And, just so that we're clear—I would never allow harm to come to Yuuri-heika. I, too, have protected him since he came to Shin Makoku. He is my king above everything else. My relationship with him may be changing, but my devotion to him has, I hope, never been in question."
Without indicating he'd heard anything, Yuuri had rolled over as noisily as possible. The movement was enough to interrupt the conversation. Gunter walked away from Conrad, taking a seat on the opposite side of the camp. That was the first night since they'd been reunited that Gunter had not slept near Yuuri's side. He'd missed the tall man's warmth and the comforting circle of his arms. He had the impression that Gunter was withdrawing—going someplace inside of himself where he felt…safe. First, there was the physical distance, then he'd noticed that the man he loved was beginning to behave in demonstrative ways again. He was, even now, crying silent tears in his sleep. Yuuri wanted to go to him, to stroke his fingers over Gunter's perfect face and remind him that the things he'd said in their dreams were true. He understood Gunter's tears now, understood what they meant. Gunter wasn't just sad, or being dramatic…he was letting go of his temper in the only way that was safe for them all.
At the same time, Yuuri was equally and powerfully driven to find a way to comfort Conrad. He did not want his soldier to be upset, or to think that Gunter had done anything intentionally to place him in danger. Of course he hadn't. Yuuri had taken that philter all on his own—it had been his own decision and he still could not bring himself to regret it. By way of that small bottle, he had discovered the truth in his heart and he didn't want to go back. However, he didn't want to cause Conrad worry or concern. And he didn't want to hurt him. It would be easier, he supposed, if he was still the naïve young boy who'd gotten himself flushed down a toilet into another world. But, that boy was long gone and in his place stood one very confused Maou.
He really had envisioned things differently. When they'd found Gunter, and he was able, finally, to tell the beautiful man how he felt, Yuuri had dreams of their lives going on uninterrupted at Blood Pledge Castle. He had not foreseen Conrad's hostility, Yozak's silence, and Gunter's growing sadness. He asked himself, then, what would a real king do? It was a painful truth for him to admit that he was a real king…and he had no idea what action to take. He loved them all so much, and all he wanted to do was help.
"Keep frowning like that, kiddo and your face will freeze."
Yuuri shook his head and gave Yozak a small smile. The handsome spy was awake, his trademark smirk in place, and he was holding out a damp cloth. Yuuri took it and happily rubbed the early morning's dew from his face. For some reason, although the temperatures were mild, he seemed to end his watch with his face covered in a light sheen of sweat. Probably all the stress.
"Did you get enough sleep?" Yuuri asked.
Yozak winked at him. "I managed, heika. Besides, Gunter-sama said yesterday that we'll reach his ancestral home today, there should be beds, baths, and a set of wards that will give us a chance to rest a bit before we decide how to handle these shadow-dogs."
"I guess it's time to get things moving, then, huh?"
"Yep. I'll wake the taichou. How about you wake Gunter-sama?"
"Sure."
Relieved to have a legitimate excuse to approach the man he loved, and thankful that the sun's rising had driven off the shadow-wraiths for at least one more day, Yuuri tried not to hurry as he came to Gunter's side. He bent down on one knee and laid a hand on the mazoku's shoulder, smiling as strands of his pale, lavender hair fluttered in the early morning breeze and draped over his fingers.
"H—Heika?" Gunter asked, opening his eyes.
Of all of Gunter's attractive features—and it was a truth acknowledged throughout Shin Makoku that Lord Von Kleist possessed nothing but attractive features—Yuuri loved Gunter's eyes the most. They were violet, yes, but the shade changed with his mood—sometimes when he was very happy they lightened to an almost lilac, and when he was angry they deepened into an amethyst so dark as almost to be black. But, what he saw now made the Maou's heart clench in sadness. Gunter's eyes were red-rimmed and their expression miserable. They were pale, almost like the wisteria his mother had painted on the walls of her room, and when he looked up at Yuuri, the boy-king could see the older man fight to alter his expression.
"Morning," Yuuri whispered, squeezing Gunter's shoulder. Something told him he shouldn't bring attention to the already upset man's current distress. "Did you sleep all right?"
His eyes shuttered, the expression becoming carefully cheerful. When Gunter smiled then, his eyes squeezed closed and his voice held a tone that Yuuri had heard a million times before, yet, this time it appeared to ring terribly false.
"Of course, Heika! Is it time to go already?"
"I guess so." Yuuri took a deep breath and moved his hand from Gunter's shoulder to his face. "I was hoping…Gunter, I think we need to talk, as soon as we can, all right?"
Yuuri glanced over at Conrad and Yozak, both men seemed very absorbed in saddling their horses. Yuuri returned his gaze to Gunter's face and saw that the lovely demon was staring at their two companions, as well. Yuuri saw an expression cross Gunter's face that was gone so quickly, he wasn't sure if he'd actually noticed it at all, or if it was a trick of the morning light, but, it almost seemed like Gunter had been hurt.
"Very well, Heika. We can talk whenever it's convenient for you. We are less than a half a day's ride from my family's home. Perhaps that would be best—we can speak uninterrupted there."
Yuuri frowned. The voice was still Gunter's but the words were stilted and forced. He felt a tug, deep inside, somewhere near the vicinity of his stomach and the sudden sensation of Gunter's concern, resignation, and…sadness waved over him. Yuuri knew he was feeling something of his adjutant's own emotions, but he didn't know why—perhaps the potion? Gunter sat up swiftly, gaining his feet in one, smooth motion.
"Forgive me, Heika," he said, turning his back. "You felt that, I'm sure. I can see it in your expression. I apologize. It's my lack of control."
"What are you talking about?" Yuuri asked.
The tall man shook his head, his back straight as a steel rod and arms akimbo. "I'll explain it later. We have become the object of interest and I do not care to air my faults in front of an audience."
Yuuri looked around, confused still, and noticed that they were being watched by Conrad and Yozak. The other two men had apparently run out of things to do to even give the pretense of being otherwise occupied. Yuuri realized, at that moment, what it must look like, and he realized, too, that for all his overt histrionics, Gunter had always been a very private man. The Maou didn't know exactly what he'd done, but he knew that if took another step down this particular path he would embarrass the man he loved so much. He certainly didn't want that.
What would a real king do?
His first responsibility, always, as Gwendal was always reminding him, was to the safety and security of Shin Makoku. The young king had always interpreted that to mean that he was responsible, therefore, for the safety and security of his people because without his people there would be no Shin Makoku. Yuuri was now faced with the two men he cared for most at odds with one another. He knew he was the center of their conflict but he had no idea how to go about setting things right. He bit his lip, trying to decide what was best to do.
"Young master?" Yozak called to him. "It's still very early. Is there time for coffee before we get going?"
Yuuri could have kissed the tall, red-haired spy. "Yes, I think there is. It won't take long to reach your home, right, Gunter? We don't have to leave just this minute?"
His adjutant turned back to him, his features placid and his eyes guarded. "No, Heika. A few hours' ride at most."
"I'll just start a fire, then." Yozak was already unpacking his saddlebag. "Your Excellency, if I could just trouble you for a spark to start the fire? I'll make coffee and something light to tide us over until we arrive at your lands?"
"That's a great idea." Yuuri seconded. "Gunter, would you?"
The older mazoku nodded, using his maryoku to give Yozak the required power to light the small stack of kindling the spy had quickly tossed into their fire pit.
"Do we have time for a short walk, too?"
"Of course, kiddo," Yozak said, grinning. "The taichou and I will settle things here at camp."
Yuuri nodded and reached out for Gunter's hand. The beautiful demon lord hesitated for a moment, then wrapped his fingers around Yuuri's smaller ones. Yuuri let the older man guide them through the trees, away from the understandably inquisitive eyes of both his soldier and his spy. They hadn't gone very far, just put enough distance between themselves and the camp in order to ensure privacy when Gunter dropped Yuuri's hand and backed up against a tree. He folded his arms over his chest and lifted one knee so his boot sole was pressed against the bark of the tree. He had never seemed more unapproachable, for all that his face appeared friendly.
"Gunter…?" Yuuri broke off, wishing he was better at this sort of thing. But, he wasn't like Conrad—or at least the way Conrad had always been with him. Whenever he was upset or things seemed darkest, Conrad had always had the right words to reassure him, to comfort him, or even make him laugh. The young Maou, however, didn't have a lot of experience when it came to smoothing over the ruffled feelings of someone so close to him. It made him feel young and awkward…but he was determined to try. He tried to think of all the right words, the way he should begin to tell Gunter that it was all right to talk to him. He wanted to know, truly, what was going on inside his adjutant's heart, but he knew—without really knowing how he knew—that the magician was shielding himself away from Yuuri's observation.
"I love you, so much," Yuuri whispered, surprising himself with the words. Not that he minded, ever, telling Gunter how he felt about him now…it just wasn't what he'd anticipated as a starter to a conversation.
Apparently, it was as much of a shock to his companion, because the older man's eyes widened, and lost just a tiny bit of their coolness…as though a door had unlocked, but was not yet open.
"I love you, too…Yuuri."
The king could see that Gunter was blushing, and knew that he had to be himself. There was something about saying the words aloud, in the open air, and not within their dreams that made him feel…committed, and adult.
"I didn't expect it to be like this…did you?" he asked.
"What do you mean?" Gunter's voice held a note of caution.
"I thought, well, I guess I thought that when I found you and we were together again, that things would just fall into place. But, they haven't. I mean, I know there is something upsetting you and this morning I felt just a little of it. That's the potion, isn't it? The parts of ourselves that are joined, in spirit?"
The tall, beautiful man nodded, his perfect lips slipping into a frown. "I apologize, Yuuri. I know you didn't realize what would happen, and in thinking it over, I regret having mixed that philter—or at least leaving it for you without explaining everything in person. I just didn't think you would use it without talking with me first, and then, of course, I had no idea you even had it with you—that's all past, though and I can't change it. Regardless of what happens, though, we will always be joined in some small way. The philter is still fresh right now, its effects most potent. With time, some of the things you sense right now will diminish and we will not have to be so careful with each other. Normally, I'm better at maintaining my guard and can prevent you from being affected from my emotions. I am sorry about this morning. My only explanation is that I am a bit weary."
"I knew it!" Yuuri exclaimed, pleased his theory about being joined with Gunter was correct. However, he was not pleased by most of what the adjutant had said. "I don't want you to have to guard yourself from me, Gunter. I want to know how you're feeling, and I want to be able to talk to you. Why are you shutting yourself off from me? I don't regret anything…any of it. I told you that already."
"Have you asked yourself why I have never acted on my feelings toward you, Yuuri?"
It was the king's turn to be surprised. Gunter's soft voice, still so very sad, held no recrimination for him at all, just a sort of pain that made Yuuri's heart clench.
"N—No. Of course, it's been something less than a week that I even knew you had feelings for me. I kinda thought I was the only one."
"The only one?"
Yuuri could feel the blush suffuse his entire face. "For a while now…I've…well, I've been thinking about you a lot more."
"I see." Gunter's voice deepened a note or two, taking on a hint of that husky quality that made Yuuri's whole body shake.
"But…why didn't you tell me what you were feeling?" Yuuri asked, trying to keep his train of thought. "I guess you were being respectful of Wolfram?"
"Only in part, Yuuri."
As long as he lived, the Maou wanted to hear his name on Gunter's lips, just like that. "Why else, then?" he asked, taking a few steps closer to the man he loved. He couldn't help it. It was like being pulled by a magnet.
"I did want to respect your relationship with Wolfram, although, to be honest I thought him far beneath you. Not that I feel I deserve you either, but Wolfram…just never seemed to be a good match. However, I was able to acknowledge that might just be my jealousy talking. No, the reason I never pursued my own feelings for you is because I knew your heart was engaged elsewhere. And I suspect it still is. I didn't want to come between you and Conrad, Heika. I am intelligent enough that I rarely engage in battles I cannot win."
Yuuri stared up into Gunter's eyes. He could see the tight set of the man's jaw, the straight line of his shoulders, the unyielding posture. It hurt the man to admit these things, that was clear.
"When you came to me, in our dreams, and I…knew you there, I allowed myself to hope. I allowed myself to believe that there might be a chance for me to really show you how I feel—not just in the way you're used to, but in the depth of my heart. I never thought anyone would ever try to understand what it is that dwells inside of me. You not only understood my temper, but you weren't frightened of me. I know you were scared, and I was, too…but you still…saw me for me. I don't think you know what that means to me. It is…hard, then, to see that you are torn between me and Conrad. I don't want that for you, Heika. I don't want to be the one who causes you pain. I won't ask you to give up the man who means so much to you, but I do have my pride. It is better that I withdraw."
"W—What?" Yuuri whispered. He shook his head, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. "What are you saying? You're…you're breaking up with me?" He couldn't think of what else to call it.
Yuuri didn't know what else to do. He launched himself at Gunter, forcing his teacher, tutor and lover to catch him. He was shaking, the idea of losing Gunter's warmth and affection sending shivers of fear down his spine.
"Heika!" The man gasped.
The maou shook his head, tears now flowing freely. "If we're tied together, then you must be able to feel what I feel. I don't know exactly what you mean by guards, but I'm pretty sure I don't have them. Don't do this, Gunter. Please, don't do this—I love you, and I don't want to lose you, not now. I may be young, but I don't understand why it has to be either you or Conrad. I don't understand why I can't love you and still love him and be his friend."
He felt Gunter's hands, warm and steady, against him, one stroking his hair and the other smoothing circles over his back.
"You're right," Gunter's lips were moving against his ear, making Yuuri shiver for a different reason. "There is no reason why you cannot love us both and have us both in your life, but I am no fool, Yuuri. Conrad is displeased with our relationship, and I'm not telling you anything you don't already know. He is unhappy and I know you and how much you love him. I love you because of who you are, and the man you are will not allow Conrad to suffer."
Yuuri squeezed himself closer to Gunter, and if he could have, he would have crawled inside of the man—the idea of losing his embrace, of losing his kisses, of losing this feeling of perfect understanding, because Yuuri did understand now what Gunter was feeling, was more than he could bear. Torn between physical desire for the beautiful man holding him, and the fear of losing him gave Yuuri a pounding headache. "Would you…would you really give me up so easily?" Yuuri choked out, through his tears.
"Your happiness, Heika…your contentment, your safety, your life has always been my first priority. I have, from the time I first met you even until now, devoted my life to you. Do you think, then, that it is easy for me to give you up? I left the castle because I thought you had no regard for me and because I could not bear to be less than nothing to you. I love you…I love you, and that means that if I am the impediment to your happiness, then I must stand aside."
"Such…such an idiot, Gunter," Yuuri mumbled against the demon lord's chest. "How am I going to be happy, now, without you? Have you thought of that? I love Conrad, and everyone knows it. I want him in my life, right by my side, the way it's always been. But, I have another side…and I need you there. Conrad is special to me, more important than I can express, but he's not you. Do you think you're replaceable? Do you think I came after you and found you just because I didn't have anything better to do that afternoon? I don't want to fight about this, and I don't want you to leave me, either. For a wise man, you can be really stupid, you know that? I want your help, your patience, maybe even your advice in how to help Conrad through this time. But, I don't want to choose between you—there's no choice, anyway. Conrad is Conrad, and you are you. Neither one of you can stand in for the other—not in my heart…"
Then Yuuri did something that would cause him no end of chagrin later. In a very un-kinglike gesture, he dissolved into wracking sobs. Maybe it was the stress of the journey, the fear of the wraiths and the continual tension he'd felt between Conrad and Gunter, but he just couldn't help it. He was crying from somewhere deep inside, wretched and lonely, he broke down.
"Shhhh," he heard Gunter whisper against his hair when his tears refused to stop. "It's ok. My love, I'm so sorry. I'm so selfish—it's a horrible fault, I know. I didn't think about how this must be hurting you. I can feel your distress, Yuuri. You have to believe me, I only wanted to make things better for you—I just went about it the wrong way. I can be a foolish, foolish man and I'm sorry."
Yuuri cried until the front of Gunter's jacket was soaked with his salty tears. When he felt cloth pressed into his hand, he huffed out a small laugh. Only Gunter would have, in the midst of chaos, a pristine handkerchief. He wiped his face, and tried to dry his nose. No, he imagined he looked less than his best. "I'm sorry I'm so teary," he whispered, his throat raw. "I don't know why…"
"Don't apologize, my love," Gunter said, nuzzling his still-damp cheek. "I'm the last person you need to apologize to for crying, right?"
Yuuri laughed a little again. "I guess so. It's sort of a switch for us though, huh? My crying and you trying to comfort me?"
"I suppose there will be a lot of changes for all of us, many adjustments to make. I'm very sorry for hurting you, Yuuri. Forgive me."
"Just…just don't leave me," Yuuri said, finally confessing his deepest fear. "I just found you, Gunter. I can't stand the idea of losing you."
The tall man adjusted him in his arms, pulling Yuuri's head back a little so he could look down at him. "If you ask it of me, Yuuri, there is nothing I would deny you. If that's what you want…ask me. I will do anything you ask, give you anything you want that is in my power to give."
Yuuri shivered, feeling an intensity of feeling he never anticipated. How do you answer a man who offers you the world? Looking into Gunter's eyes, eyes that were no longer shuttered and gleamed with emotions that made Yuuri's knees weak, he tried to remember to breathe. He saw, reflected there, the fulfillment of his every wish. "You love me that much?" he whispered.
The tall mazoku nodded. "That much and so much more."
"Then I want you to do something I've never seen you do before…be selfish, Gunter. Never leave me and always stay beside me…not because I ask you to, but because you want to be with me. I don't ever want to have to chase you again. I'm…I'm not sure how to…to court you, but I want to. I want you to let me show you what you mean to me, and I want to know that when I wake up, every day, that you'll be with me. Stop being so noble, ok?"
"Forever is a very long time, Yuuri. And there will be a lot of tension and many obstacles to face. You're sure you want this?"
"Yes," he said, firmly. "I want this, and I…I want you."
Before he could really process how it happened, he found his position switched with Gunter's. His back was against the tree, his chest pressed to Gunter's chest and the lips he loved so much were slanting over his, again and again, in fevered, hungry kisses. Moaning, sighing, and making all those little noises of need that he barely registered as his own, Yuuri tilted his chin to give Gunter more access to his lips and neck. His tears had gone, leaving him with a feeling of relief and release. The tension now was of the more delicious kind. It had been too long, he thought, since he could touch Gunter in this way, to wind his arms around the taller man's neck, to wrap his legs around the beautiful lord's waist. The fire that raced down his already ragged nerves threatened to overwhelm him. Digging his fingers into Gunter's shoulders and arching back against the tree, Yuuri gasped as he felt his lover's mouth settle on the junction where his shoulder met his neck and begin to suck. He couldn't believe how good it felt—until Gunter bit him, lightly, and he saw a shower of sparks dance in front of his vision.
"Your Excellency, I—"
Before Yuuri could react, he found himself on the ground, Gunter's back pinning him to the tree. He heard the ring of steel as his lover drew his sword. In the blink of an eye, the sharp point was resting against the base of Yozak's neck. Yuuri peered around his lover's arm and up to see his expression was dangerous and wild.
"My apologies, Your Excellency," Yozak said quietly, taking a step back and raising his hands, palms up. "I didn't mean to interrupt."
Yuuri wound his arms around Gunter's waist, nuzzling his cheek against his lover's arm. "It's ok, Gunter. It's Yozak. I'm ok."
"I…My apologies, Yozak. You startled me." Gunter said, slowly bringing his sword down and sliding it back into its sheath. Yuuri bit his lip, finding the motion unbearably erotic. Hormones, he realized, were more powerful than he'd ever thought.
"Well, you do seem kind of busy. It's just been a while since you left, so I thought I'd come see if everything was all right."
"We're ok, thanks, Yozak," Yuuri said, stroking his hand up and down Gunter's back in what he hoped was a gentle, calming gesture.
"We'll return to camp very shortly," Gunter said, by way of agreement.
"Right. I'll just tell the captain you two are fine, then."
Yuuri watched Yozak disappear into the trees, his body still trembling with unquenched desire. He could feel Gunter's breath, ragged and unsteady. He could feel Gunter's heartbeat through his clothes, the rhythm erratic. He was experiencing the same thing, he was certain. Slowly, now, in stark contrast to his lightning fast response to a perceived threat, Gunter stepped to the side, pulling Yuuri to stand in front of him. The tall man gripped his shoulders, bending his head down and settling his mouth back over the tender spot where his lips and teeth had been before. He licked and sucked the skin there, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Yuuri's entire body.
"Gunter," he groaned, tilting his head to the side. "Tell me something…?"
"Yes, Heika?"
He felt his lover's breath whisper over his skin, sending more shivers through him. "Tell me your home…has doors that lock?"
"MmmHmm." Gunter's left hand slid down from Yuuri's shoulder to curl around his waist, his fingers splayed over the maou's stomach and pulled the young man back against him, seaming them together. Yuuri could feel the hard evidence of Gunter's desire, pressed against him.
"The doors all lock, Yuuri…and I promise, if you so desire it, that we will have time alone—if that's what you're asking."
"Yes," Yuuri sighed, giving in to the wanton desire to press his hips back against the man he loved. Rewarded with Gunter's low moan, Yuuri pushed back again, and felt Gunter's answering motion against him. Rocking in time with the thrust of his lover's hips—an erotic promise he knew Gunter would fulfill when the time was right, Yuuri curled his right arm up around Gunter's neck, giving himself over completely to the intense sensations he was experiencing. He had been aroused before, certainly, but it hadn't felt quite like this and as much as he knew they should stop, he just couldn't. He was aching, and hard…his erection uncomfortably restrained in his trousers, but it was all worth it, just to feel Gunter's body against his…and to reconnect in the way he'd come to depend on with his lover.
"I love you, Gunter," He said, panting now. "Don't ever doubt it."
"Never," his beautiful Gunter whispered against his neck. "I beg only one request of you, Heika…"
"Name it," Yuuri replied, feeling electricity race along his skin radiating from the points on his skin where Gunter's fingers, beneath his shirt, pressed into his hip and stomach.
"I would ask only that you speak to Conrad. I can't hold back my feelings forever. Surely you must feel what you do to me. I want you, Shinou himself couldn't know how much…but I want you with a clear heart. I don't want to hide my love anymore."
"I will…today or tonight, once we are safe in your home."
"You are my home, Yuuri. Wherever you are, always, my king, my love…my home."
Yuuri melted back against Gunter's chest, his heart full of love and his body bursting with untamed passion. He was surprised, though, when Gunter shifted behind him and he felt himself lifted in his lover's arms. "It is time to go back," Gunter said, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Yuuri's lips.
"I don't want to stop," Yuuri confessed, clasping his arms around Gunter's neck.
"Neither do I, Yuuri…so, shall we make haste to a more…comfortable location?"
Yuuri grinned, feeling tense and exhausted all at once. The last three days had been a terrible roller coaster, and he felt like he was just hanging on by his fingertips. But he wouldn't change anything, as long as he could see the love in Gunter's eyes directed at him like this.
"Comfort, thanks to you, Gunter, isn't something I'm going to get much of this morning. I'm really, really not looking forward wrapping my legs around Ao right now."
"And if I promise you can wrap your legs around me later?"
Yuuri blushed, hiding his face in Gunter's neck. After such a reckless display of sensuality, he really shouldn't be embarrassed, but something about his lover's seductive smile and his sexy voice made Yuuri feel hot and shy all at once.
"I…I want that," he whispered.
"Then I promise, when it's right and you're ready, Yuuri—you can have everything you want. Everything."
--O.o.O—
It was early afternoon when Gunter called out to Conrad and Yozak to stop. The soldier obeyed, having remained completely silent since Gunter and Yuuri had returned to the camp after their…talk. He didn't quite know what to say, or how to proceed. Every time he glanced over at the couple, and they were certainly a couple, all he could see was the edge of what clearly was a large love-bite on Yuuri's neck. Even though neither Gunter nor Yuuri had done anything overt—there was even less laughing and touching than there had been the first day they'd all traveled together, there was something else happening. A new…understanding…was the best way he knew to describe what he felt flowing between the king and the adjutant. Whatever words had passed between them that morning had certainly settled some questions. Conrad couldn't help feeling sad, and a little left out, but in the deepest part of his heart where he allowed himself to love Yuuri freely—he was also happy. Despite his jealousy, and he was sure he could eventually get a handle on that pesky emotion, he was actually happy for the Maou. Gunter would never intentionally harm Yuuri, and Conrad knew that despite his accusations from the night before.
Conrad had depended on Gunter, himself, for years, relying on the beautiful man's quiet strength, his wise counsel, and his skilled tutelage. Gunter was one of the few men that Conrad truly admired, so in the more generous part of his nature, how could he really object? He only worried that he would lose his place in Yuuri's life. Sure, he knew that Yozak spoke of such a thing as an impossibility, but love…and he knew Yuuri was in love—he had no doubt, neither did anyone who'd met Gunter, that the King's love was returned in full—love could make people do very strange things. Gunter's quiet words snapped him from his private thoughts. He didn't recognize the words, but as he watched, the air in front of them seemed to shimmer, causing all of the horses to toss their heads in a restless, anxious gesture. Then he saw it, as though the clear, sunny sky had actually been a fog, in front of them appeared an expanse of manicured lawns and a…great and grand Castle rising up into the sky.
"Great Shinou," he said. "I had no idea the Von Kleist Castle was so large."
"Castle?" Yuuri asked, looking at him and cocking his head to the side. "I see a manor house…it's big, sure, but it's not huge or anything. It's…cozy looking."
"Yuuri, that's definitely a castle. What do you see, Yozak?"
The spy scratched his head. "It looks like a giant pub. Smells like one, too."
"Gunter…?" Yuuri twisted his head to look up at the man behind him. Conrad knew that secretive smile very well. Gunter had expected this.
"It's a spell, your majesty. Something like a glamour, really. To be honest, I do not know what the building's true appearance is. I see a house, modest and not very ostentatious—but large enough for a big family. My father told me once, that whenever anyone looks at Heyerdahl, which is the name of the house, that the person will see whatever sort of structure that makes him the most comfortable, or feel safe. My mother says it's the reflection of your heart's desire."
Conrad laughed when Yuuri leaned over and punched Yozak on the arm. "Hey, does that mean your heart's desire is to own a huge pub…and be a barmaid? I bet you'd look really hot in one of those short dresses…."
Yozak's grin was infectious. "I look hot in anything I wear, Heika, but, maybe it means Lord Von Kleist keeps a decent wine cellar?"
"We certainly used to," the adjutant replied.
"Ah well, I live in hope then!" Yozak lifted his reins. "So, shall we?"
"Before we go," Gunter said, quickly. "I just…well, my mother will be in residence, as will my younger brother and sister. I just wanted to say…well, they're…" he broke off, then shrugged. "Let's just say…I'm the reticent one, all right?"
"I can't wait," Yozak said, spurring his horse. "This I just have to see!"
Conrad took the rear position, keeping up with the group, but hanging back just enough so that he could survey the lay of the land. A glance back at the way they'd come, he realized that whatever spell it was that prevented casual observance of Heyerdahl had descended again. He didn't even recognize the land behind them. It was a cunning deception, he thought, and very, very smart. A singular line of defense, indeed. After all, how could enemy forces mass and attack a place they couldn't see or find?
When they crossed the distance between where they'd been and the courtyard of the castle that Conrad himself was able to see, they pulled their horses to a halt. Gunter slipped from Ao's back, and reached up to help Yuuri down. Yozak was already on his feet, and Conrad, again, followed behind. Standing at the head of short set of steps, was a tall, beautiful woman. She had to be Gunter's mother—the Lady Von Kleist. Conrad had never met her, but the long, silvery hair though shades different from Gunter's had the same wave. Her eyes were a stunning blue, but her willowy frame and beautiful features were reflected in her son.
"Gunter?" she asked, coming down the stairs, slowly at first, her posture regal. "Gunter!" She cried, then, lifting her skirts and dashing down the rest of the steps until she had consumed her son in a crushing hug. "My boy, you're home? But why are you here? Not that I'm not glad to see you—we would have prepared if you'd sent word. Oh, Gunter! How wonderful it is to see you."
Gunter's arms were pinwheeling as he sought to extricate himself from his mother's grasp. Conrad smiled in spite of himself. How many times had he seen the adjutant smother the Maou in the very same embrace. "Mother," he gasped. "Can't…can't breathe. Mother!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, my little love. But it is a mother's right to embrace her son." She eased off a bit, and Gunter took a few gasping breaths. "And you've brought friends, guests?"
"Mother!" Gunter said, pushing out of her arms then enfolding her into a more sedate embrace. "Yes, I've returned…there is much to explain, but later, all right? And, yes, I have brought friends, as well. You will know them from my letters. This is Conrad Weller, second son of Cheri-sama, and protector to the Maou."
Conrad stepped forward, bowed from his waist and immediately found himself surrounded in another crushing hug. He was grateful when Gunter pulled his mother off him and blushed, though he didn't know why.
"I have read much about you, and heard more besides. My late husband knew your family from old. You are very welcome here, Weller-kyo."
"Thank you, my lady."
"…And this is Yozak Gurrier, mother. He is the king's bodyguard and an agent of Shin Makoku."
Yozak was better prepared for the woman's attack, deftly side-stepping her frontal assault, catching her in his arms, giving her a squeeze and then twirling her around, so that when he let her go, Gunter was able to intercept her.
"And you are the brave young man who is so often in danger in foreign lands," she said smiling. "You have the spirit of adventure in you, Master Gurrier. You are welcome here, as well, my dear. Your hair, such a lovely shade of orange, and what expressive eyes. You certainly have earned your nickname!"
"Nickname…?" he asked, looking at Conrad who shrugged slightly.
"Oh, yes. Gunter tells us in his letters that the castle maids refer to you as the heartbreaker. I can well believe it."
"Oh…well, I don't know about that."
Conrad had never Yozak blush so deeply, in complete contrast to his hair.
"And who is that young man…the one hiding behind that big horse? Come out, dear, I'm getting on a bit and I don't see as well as I used to…"
Gunter opened his mouth to introduce the king as Yuuri stepped out from the protection of Ao's side. Conrad, however, was amazed as realization dawned in the tall woman's eyes. Instead of consuming Yuuri in one of her nearly lethal hugs, Conrad watched as the woman drew herself to her full height, which was not insignificant, then slowly descended into the most beautifully executed formal curtsey he'd ever seen.
"Your Majesty," she whispered. "Forgive my insolence, I beg you. I did not see you. Please, accept our welcome. I never thought to see the Maou at Heyerdahl, and we are honored to welcome you to our very humble home."
"It's…It's just Yuuri, please" the Maou said, smiling shyly at the older woman. He edged a little closer, touching Gunter's mother on the shoulder. "Please, stand up. I don't want to be any trouble."
The woman stood again, her eyes filled with wonder. "Gunter has written of your great kindness, but you are so…much more handsome than he described in his letters."
"I…well, it's really nice to meet you," Yuuri said, taking one more step and giving the woman a gentle squeeze, an awkward hug. "I really like your house, it's nice. And thank you for taking us in without any notice."
"Heika!" She gasped, her arms closing around the Maou as though he was the most fragile piece of glass. "We are honored by your presence here. You need not thank us."
Conrad watched as Gunter and his mother exchanged a look. The adjutant's expression clearly said I told you so, while hers said, Is this really the Maou?
"My son writes me often, heika, and he often speaks of your gentle nature. I did not know if I would ever meet you, as we are often here, and live a very quiet existence. I cannot tell you how very pleased I am, Heika. I hope you will enjoy your stay with us."
"Really, it's just Yuuri, and I am sure I will. Gunter is one of my closest advisors, and he's…really important to me. I hope he told you that, too. I'm sorry he has to be away from home so much, but…I couldn't live without him." The king was blushing, looking more at his feet than Gunter's mother as he moved out of the hug.
"Oh dear," Lady Von Kleist said, rifling through a fold in her dress, reaching into a pocket sewed there. Conrad watched as she raised a snowy-white handkerchief to her nose, then as the white fabric became pink-tinged. "Forgive me, Hei—Yuuri! Insolent thoughts…Gunter, bring everyone inside and have one of the young lads see to the horses. I think…I think I need to sit down."
Conrad followed the others inside of the castle, house, whatever it really was, and was relieved when they clearly all saw the same interior. There were other introductions to be made, it seemed, but Gunter's mother, for all her initial excitement seemed to understand, without any need for explanation, that what was really needed, by all of them, was comfort and peace. She quickly ordered rooms to be made up for them and directed several servants to see to baths. She begged them all to rest and relax before dinner, promising to introduce the remaining Von Kleist children at that time. It was with great relief, then, that within an hour he was settled in a large bath, a washcloth over his face, letting the hot water ease the aches of travel and sleeping on the hard ground from his muscles.
He recognized Yuuri's knock by the timidness of the tapping.
"Come in," he called, sitting up and taking the cloth from his face.
"Can I…can I join you?" Yuuri asked, poking his head through the door.
"Of course, Yuuri. Come in." Conrad shifted his long legs to make room for the young king. The bath was large, clearly meant for more than one person, but the soldier could take up a lot of room when he stretched out. "I had thought you might be busy elsewhere."
"Well, I wanted to see you," the king said, dropping his towel and easing down into the water. "I…I really want to talk to you."
Conrad nodded, though his eyes were trained on the large, circular, purple mark on Yuuri's neck. His heart twisted in his chest, just enough to make it hard to breathe. He had known a talk would come at some point, and perhaps now was as good a time as any, but…that mark was just staring at him, almost taunting him.
"Conrad, who protected Julia's soul and brought it to earth, and kept it safe until it was delivered to me?"
"I did," Conrad said, frowning. Why would Yuuri ask such a silly question.
The younger man drew his legs up to his chin and sank down in the water until only his head and part of his neck were visible above the steaming surface. "Who has watched over, protected me, and kept me out of trouble my entire life—even saving me from Gwendal's paperwork when I needed it?"
"Again, me." Conrad replied, now waiting to see what Yuuri was doing. It was easier to concentrate without that love-bite staring at him.
"Who taught me how to ride a horse, hold a sword, eat with the right fork, and how to get to my room from anywhere in the castle?"
"Me."
"…And who held my hand, coming all the way to earth, after my first and only disastrous date with a girl? An incident now referred to as the senior prom that never happened…?"
"I did. Even in Shin Makoku I could feel your anxiety."
"That was also the night I had my first kiss, my first real kiss. Who was that again?"
"Me." Conrad whispered.
The king nodded. "You have no idea how horrible that night was for me, when it started. I felt like Wolfram was going to show up any minute, and even though I thought I wanted to be at that dance, and the girl was really, really pretty, I was miserable. I was dancing with her, talking, and she suggested we go to a hotel…she had already booked a room. Did I tell you that part?"
"No," Conrad said, quietly.
"Well, she did. Because she wanted to have sex with me. And you would have thought I'd have been thrilled, but, the idea of it made me a little sick to my stomach. I had such a crush on you anyway, but, that wasn't why…it was just that I realized, looking around that room, that the only people I thought were attractive or pretty, outside of anything other than artistic appreciation were the men. So, she said to me…"What's the matter with you, are you gay?" And, even thought it was an insult, I realized, well, maybe I am. You were the only person I wanted to see after that."
"When I arrived on earth, you were already back at your home. I knew it had gone badly, but I didn't realize how badly."
"Well, it did. Let me see now, where was I? Oh. Right. Who has been by my side every minute of every day for all these years?"
"Me, Yuuri," Conrad said, leaning forward a little.
"Then…how could you ever think I would ever send you away, or be jealous. I couldn't replace you, and I wouldn't try anyway. You have been the one constant in my life since, well, since before I was born. So, can we talk about this…whatever this is that's bothering you about me and Gunter? I'm really scared, Conrad, and I don't like it."
Faced with such an uncharacteristically bold truth from the young man he adored, Conrad felt ashamed, deeply ashamed of himself. He hadn't realized that anyone other than Yozak recognized what he was feeling, but he should have known that his unique bond with Yuuri would have made his feelings clear to the Maou. So, in his jealous fit, he had caused his king and love to doubt him? To doubt his constancy? He felt terrible. Inside, he gave a rueful grin, Yozak called such realizations "taking a bite of the shit sandwich" and now he knew way. He had an awful taste in his mouth—something very like regret.
"I don't know what to say, Yuuri," Conrad sighed. "I'm…so sorry. I recognized your love for Gunter probably before you did. It's not like it was a surprise. But, you're right, I have been jealous and worried that you would no longer need me now that you have someone special to love."
"I love you, too, Conrad. I always have, and I know I've told you more than once."
"Yes, you have. It may be that the way you love me is just a little…different than the way I love you."
There. He'd said it. And, surprisingly, Conrad found that it didn't hurt to say the words, even when he knew there wouldn't be a return for his sentiments.
"What are we going to do about it?" Yuuri asked quietly, his eyes reflecting his sorrow.
Conrad took a deep breath and made a decision. "We are going to acknowledge that it exists, and I am going to be happy for you and Gunter, because…I really am. He is a fine man, Yuuri, and where I have always objected to Wolfram because I have felt he is not a good match for you, I have no objections to Gunter. I've known him my entire life and I know how strong and good he is."
Yuuri nodded. "And what about you?"
"As for me?" Conrad stretched, then reached over and took the Maou by the shoulders. He pulled the young king across the water and held him against his chest. Yes, they were naked but he could feel a difference in the way Yuuri responded to him. He hugged Conrad, and rested his cheek on the soldier's chest, but he didn't…respond. Those feelings were reserved for another, and Conrad respected that.
"As for me," he repeated. "As long as I have a place in your life, a way to be near you and still be important? I am content."
"You are my sword, shield, best friend and so much more than that. Everything I know about loving someone—how to be honest and honorable—I learned all that from you. You've always been my example, my goal. If I lost you, I couldn't go on. You know that? If you don't, that I will tattoo on you somewhere. I could not go on if I lost you. Remember it."
"I learned my lesson with the boxes, heika. I'll never part from your side, not for any reason."
"It's Yuuri, Nazukeoya. Really, we're naked and you can't remember?"
"Very well, Yuuri. Now, turn around and I'll wash your back."
"Ok."
While things weren't perfect by the time Yuuri and Conrad finished bathing, the handsome soldier did feel a measure of comfort and relief. He walked out of the bathroom secure in the knowledge that his Yuuri was still his, even if his heart was engaged elsewhere. That he wouldn't be Conrad's lover was a regret the soldier was prepared to live with, forever if necessary. Yuuri would never reject him, never demand that he serve him while withdrawing his friendship and love. In the past, during his time spent loving Julia from afar, Conrad had never been able to truly give voice to his feelings. However, sharing that bath with Yuuri it came home to him that the young boy he'd helped to raise really had become a man, with a man's feelings and a man's courage. Conrad knew it couldn't have been easy for Yuuri to be so open, to put his own hurts aside and simply concentrate on his soldier. If that wasn't evidence of the king's regard, then he didn't know what was. No, he'd never really be happy that Yuuri had chosen Gunter, not completely, but he could make peace with it. Conrad smiled to himself as he walked back to the room he'd been given, feeling a sense of peace that had eluded him since their journey began. No, it wasn't the result he wanted, but, if he had meant what he'd always said—that he wanted Yuuri's happiness above everything, then what sort of hypocrite would he be if he resented Yuuri's choice to reach for that joy in the form of Gunter Von Kleist?
Conrad Weller was many things—a soldier, a friend, a confidant, an advisor, a brave warrior, and a tender lover. Yes, he loved Yuuri enough to step to the side and allow the young man to follow his heart freely. One thing he was not, however, was a fraud, so he would learn to accept Yuuri's choices and be contented with his favored place in the Maou's life. The future was uncertain, and none of them knew, he supposed, what would ultimately happen. Having faced tragedy and despair in his life, he decided that it was not worth the potential loss to hang on to his resentment. No, much better to love the Maou in the only way left open to him. It would be enough. He would make it enough.
--O.o.O—
…There is an old saying in the North of Shin Makoku—Better to wage open war with a clear enemy than to court a lover, for war is less dangerous. But, there is another saying that is also true—When love flies through an open window, reason walks out the door. And the demon-king was very much in love. Safe and warm within the protective circle of his demon lord's arms, the king thought the only barrier remaining to block their happiness was that of the shadow-creatures that plagued his lord's existence. Still, flush with the power that real love brings, the Maou still believed it was an obstacle that could be, albeit not easily, surmounted.
The reaffirmation of his soldier's commitment bred strength in the young king, filling him with returned hope. A lover to stand on his left, a fierce soldier to stand on his right, a daring spy to go before and lead the way, and an implacable general to guard the rear…could anything possibly be stronger than that? Unfortunately, the demon-king and his beautiful lord were about to discover most difficult challenges to meet are the ones we create for ourselves…
Ok, so there is chapter six. And, my god am I sorry about the delay! I blame work, because it is convenient and it is true. Also, I know I said I was getting to the presents in this chapter, but I happen to know that they start the next chapter, because that part is already written. I could have added it here, but I have reasons for why I didn't. First, I wanted to end with a reconciliation of Conrad, I felt that made the most sense, and was the right place to end so that there is still emphasis on that relationship. Also, I try to keep the chapters at about the same length, for consistency's sake. Right now, this story is taking on epic proportions. I have introduced another character (Gunter's mom) and am about to introduce two more (the brother and sister) and while they are definitely side characters, I will still have to wrap up their stories. I haven't even begun to really handle the wraiths, Wolfram returns to Shin Makoku in the next chapter, and Shori has some surprises of his own that I've already made sketch notes for. I really don't know what to say, because I had thought to have this wrapped up within this word length—if you notice, I'm only in chapter six here and already have a longer word length than an Honorable Man and Desperate Times. I think this is because it is just taking longer to really draw Gunter's character out, to give him some flesh and a plausible set of reasons for his dramatic behavior as well as his sexiness. And though I see Yuuri as older in this story, he still has a lot to learn about being a king…and a lover. So, how can I thank you all for reading and bearing with me? I really can't…not enough at any rate. I could never have imagined when I started this fic that it would turn into this, neither could I anticipate such a wonderful fanart that goes along with it. I'm very grateful, and feel very humble. I appreciate your reviews and comments, I'm sure you know that, but…I still blush like a virgin in a whorehouse. And, really, you'd just have to know me…I'm not much of a blusher. OK, well, I'll try to get Chapter 7 posted up before Monday night, it's the best I can do for making you all wait so long for this one. Thanks again for everything…and I'll be seeing you! SN