I am so sorry that this took so long for me to update! I know I left you all in a major cliff hanger! Ok...so my only excuse is final exams and being lazy during spring break....my sincerest apologies! Here is chapter 6 of My Fondest Memories!

Thank you to all of you for your reviews! Please review again for this one! I need more ideas on how to wrap this one up.

Oh yeah, and a huge thank you to eclst for yelling at me and forcing me back into writing! This chapter is dedicated to you!

A Pinky Promise

The blond smiled pleasantly and stepped up to the place where Gunter had once stood. The painting was next to him, but covered by a large white sheet. Before he could show the eager crowd, he had to say a few words.

"Thank you all for being here tonight. I would like to give a quick thank you to my mother for giving me this grand opportunity to create the portrait of the 27th demon king of Shin Makoku. It was a great pleasure to create and I hope that you all enjoy it as much as I did painting it." Wolfram turned to his right and grabbed the sheet by the bottom corners. Yuuri closed his eyes.

Please don't let them laugh…please don't let them laugh… The king thought to himself, his fingers crossed tightly at his side for good luck. Wolfram flung back the sheet and there was a hushed gasp throughout the room. Yuuri flinched and dared not open his eyes.

It wasn't until the crowd began clapping and cheering that the young king decided to glance at the painting. Slowly, his onyx eyes slowly opened and he took in the painting. He was struck speechless. It certainly wasn't what he had expected.

Instead of Wolfram's usual unidentifiable shapes and vibrant, harsh colors, there were light pastel colors and delicately shaped flowers surrounding the figure's feet. The brushstrokes were gentle, leaving perfectly blended shadows around each petal. Beautiful Wolframs were scattered in the painting, there was not one out of place. This was a complete replica of the garden that Yuuri loved, the one he knew so well.

His eyes moved then, to the person sitting on a stool dressed in a regal black outfit. The kingly figure was smiling kindly towards it's onlookers as if completely at peace. The black hair of the painted man was in a sort of organized disarray, yet he had an air of authority, and trust in his dark black eyes.

Yuuri blinked…That…can't be me…I don't…look like that…do I?

Wolfram, watching Yuuri from above, raised a brow when watching his fiancé. He could not quite decipher the look on the young king's face.

I can't look…that regal…I'm not even good looking… Yuuri kept thinking to himself, not believing that such a good painting could really be of him.

"What do you think?" A voice behind the double black inquired. Yuuri jumped and spun around to face the voice. Wolfram chuckled softly. Yuuri struggled to gather his thoughts.

"Is that really…a painting of me?" Yuuri asked. Wolfram's heart fell.

"You dislike it?" He accused softly.

"No, that's not what I meant!" Yuuri quickly corrected himself. Wolfram wasn't convinced.

" I…I Don't know what to think about it honestly…Do I really…look that much like a king?" Yuuri asked. The blonds' eyes narrowed in a scrutinizing way.

"I just painted what I saw Yuuri, It's not my fault you don't see yourself the way that I do."

"You think I look like a king?"

"You don't?"

"No…"

"Yuuri…You are the king here, you have taken that responsibility and it has changed you from when you first arrived. You were a complete wimp, well you are still a wimp…but you have moved this country into a new era. You have created peace between two races that until you arrived, were said to be enemies for eternity. You have done more for this country that anyone has before. So yes…I do believe you look like a king Yuuri." Wolfram finished smoothly, then added smartly.

"I believe I captured you quite well, if I do say so myself." Yuuri looked back up at the painting. Wolfram sees me as a true king huh…Well, I guess it does look very kingly. He did a good job… Yuuri blinked as something occurred to him.

Good job? Wolfram actually painted something that doesn't look like some 80's disco reject poster!

"Hey Wolfram…did you really paint that?" Yuuri asked. Wolfram knew the question would come sooner or later.

"Of course I painted it Yuuri, what did you think I was doing over the last two days?"

"But…You can't paint!" Yuuri blurted out without thinking…as usual.

"What do you mean I can't paint? My artwork has been placed in many famous places all over Shin Makoku! Some of it is even throughout this castle!" Yuuri blinked. In the castle?

"Where?" The double black asked curiously.

"Yuuri…you must be the most unobservant person I have ever met. Nearly every painting in this castle has my name engraved into the frame. I've been painting since I was a child Yuuri! How could you think that I am untalented after so many years of practice?"

A few people had noticed Wolfram's slightly raised voice, and were watching closely. Yuuri looked around embarrassed, and decided it would be best to continue their "discussion" elsewhere. He grabbed Wolframs wrist and dragged him out into the hallway after excusing the both of them politely.

Wolfram had taken the short time that it took them to walk away from the crowd of people to calm himself down. I don't want him angry at me…This is supposed to be a good night…

Yuuri let go of Wolfram's wrist, but kept walking, the blond followed close behind. Yuuri stopped at a painting of the castle that had been there since he first arrived. Wolfram's name was indeed engraved on the frame.

"How come you never told me?" Yuuri asked.

"That I can paint? I love watching your reactions to my abstracts. I can't believe that you actually thought that I was painting you." Wolfram chuckled. Yuuri's eyes narrowed.

"Yuuri, I just wanted to spend time with you. You actually talk to me when I paint you. I just wanted to be with you, for an hour or so, with you talking to me like you do to everyone else."

"You could have just asked me to talk to you Wolf." Yuuri said, shaking his head.

"Would you have complied? Or would you have found an excuse to get away as you normally do?" Wolfram countered.

Yuuri blinked. He thought back to all the times that Wolfram had tried, albeit forcefully, to talk to him. He had always found some excuse to avoid it. The double black had always jumped to the conclusion that the blond only wanted to talk about their engagement, not just about casual things. Wolfram sighed and let the subject drop.

"Let's go back to the party Yuuri, I'm sure that everyone is wondering where we are." The blond turned and walked back towards the Great Hall. Yuuri followed after a moment.

Wolfram spent the rest of the night talking to guests about his painting. Yuuri watched him from afar, and talked to whomever demanded his attention.

Later, after the guests had departed, Yuuri walked back to his room alone. He had lost sight of Wolfram at some point during the party and hadn't seen him since. He was approaching his door when he heard a rustling noise down the hall. Being the curious person he was, he felt the need to investigate.

Suddenly he heard a crashing sound followed by several small thuds and clinks, and then a familiar voice.

"Ouch! Damnit!" The voice was followed by a pained hiss. Yuuri called out to him.

"Wolfram?"

"Yuuri! Don't! Stay where you are!" Wolfram shouted and scrambled out of the room and into the hallway.

"Wolf! What happened?" Yuuri hurried towards him after taking in the blonds' disheveled appearance.

"Nothing! I just tripped." The young prince pulled the door to a room shut and locked it, before turning back to Yuuri. It wasn't a lie. Wolfram had tripped over a container of paint, and tipped over a jar of paintbrushes. When he had fallen, the easel had landed on top of him.

"Oh, I heard stuff fall over, do you need help cleaning up?"

"No! Just go to bed Yuuri." Wolfram answered too quickly. Yuuri knew that the blond was hiding something.

"Wolfram, what are you hiding in that room?" Wolfram's eyes widened.

"Nothing." Wolfram answered simply, dropping the key into his shirt. Yuuri pouted.

Yuuri approached Wolfram, who backed away.

"Just leave me alone Yuuri! Go to bed!" Wolfram shouted. Yuuri recoiled slightly, but he knew how to deal with the blond when he was faking anger to hide his emotions.

"You're hiding something from me!" Yuuri accused.

"Yes." Wolfram answered simply. Yuuri blinked.

"Well what is it?"

"I'm not showing you."

"Why not?"

"Because I said so."

"But.."

"No buts Yuuri!"

"Wolfram!" Yuuri whined.

"No! Not tonight Yuuri. Remember what I told you about those secret places meant only for me? This is one of those. No one else in the castle has access to this room but me." Wolfram explained calmly. Yuuri pouted, but gave up.

"Fine…but didn't you say that you wanted to share those places with me?" Yuuri asked, recalling the night by the river.

"Yes Yuuri…I will show this room to you, but not tonight." Wolfram stated. Yuuri nodded once and held out his pinky finger.

"Promise?" Yuuri asked childishly. Wolfram couldn't help but chuckle as he intertwined their fingers.

"Yuuri, Someday I will show you that room, where I hold all of my fondest memories. That I promise to you." Wolfram said seriously. Yuuri seemed to accept it and let his hand drop.

Fondest memories huh? I wonder what those could be. Yuuri thought to himself. The boys walked together to thier room. Yuuri crawled into bed and crashed almost instantaneously.

Wolfram leaned out over the balcony and smiled as a breeze rustled his hair gently. I've made up my mind Yuuri…The day that I show that room to you, will be the day when you finally realize that you love me.

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