A/N: Thank you for the suggestions and reviews everyone! I really appreciate it. I'll try to go more in-depth into the story, and make it seemed less rushed. It's just that if stories have too much detail, I get bored a quarter ways through and stop reading it. I hope you guys understand (: I am also sorry if the first chapter made absolutely no sense. Man I need to take writing lessons. My writing seems extremely n00bie. Thank you K-Shee for being my BETA reader!
Now, on with the story!
Chapter Two:
"Ah Wolfie!" Cheri screeched, throwing what seemed like rose confetti around. "It looks so beautiful on you! It makes your skin look much more creamy and soft! Why I could almost marry you!" Wolfram twitched at the thought of marrying his own mother. He wondered how his father survived courting her and marrying her. Maybe she had him brainwashed or something. Whatever the reason, he didn't care. Wolfram wanted to stay single for the rest of his life. Or at least until he knew that his mother wouldn't manage it for him.
As of now, Wolfram was wearing a knee length, black frilly dress with spaghetti straps, and a large crimson bow on the front. His mother kept a whole room full of clothing from when she was younger. All of them dresses, and VERY revealing. His arms were covered with goose bumps, and he felt very naked. Whenever a breeze blew he would be able to feel it…in the wrong places. "You're crazy, mother." He huffed, sticking his nose in the air.
"Yes! Craaaazy for yoooouuu!" She sang, twirling around in happiness.
Just a day and a half ago, his sister Elizabeth ran away from the engagement with the Maou. Of course, Wolfram had been chosen to marry the Maou himself because of his skin, features, and petite body. (not only that, but he looks like sex. On a stick.)
Cheri placed her hands on Wolfram's hips, and Wolfram automatically backed away to a corner, "No, no, no! Han- hands off!" He stuttered, "Stop it! Hands off my body!"
Cheri pouted, "Fine, be that way! But at least put on this wig!" She pulled out a blond wig (out of nowhere, mind you) that looked very similar to Elizabeth's hair, and pulled it on to her son's head. Wolfram slapped her hands away, "I'll do it myself!"
"Ok Wolfie-chaan!" Cheri said in a sing-song voice, "I'm going to go down for dinner now! Come down stairs when you're done," Cheri looked at Wolfram who was in front of the mirror, "…admiring yourself. We can work on your manners! Make you stop acting like a man, and more like a woman! Not that you're manly, if you find that offensive!"
The blond brushed imaginary dust off his dress, "I think you should get out, mother." Before I break your neck, Wolfram thought, brimming with satisfaction and relief.
"Ah, yes, yes! Bye Wolfie!"
"Your Majesty!!" Gunter crashed into Yuuri, "You're getting married! OH WHAT HAVE WE BECOME? What about me?"
"What about you?" Yuuri was ticked, in about a day, Elizabeth-san and he will be married. He wanted some time alone so he could think about ways to impress her. He needed to think of names for their future children, and he needed to find himself a decent outfit. "Gunter, what about the wedding preparations?"
"Oh, Your Majesty!" Gunter cried. "It's doing great! I've already sent out all the invitations, the servants are just adding the finishing touches. You will not be disappointed! And the wedding cake! My, oh my, it's very big and beautiful!" Gunter used his hands to show the double black how big the cake was, "Isn't it marvelous?!"
"I don't know, Gunter," Yuuri tried his best to stay calm, "From what I know, it seems just about as big as your mouth." Yuuri was trying to tell Gunter to shut up, but it doesn't seem to be working. Yuuri learned a lot from Gunter, but there were times when he just couldn't stand him.
"Are you trying to say it is small, Your Majesty?" Gunter asked, "Oh you are so kind! Trying to say that the cake is small without hurting anyone's feelings! I am truly honored to serve a Maou like you!"
Yuuri sweatdropped and slowly shook his head. Gunter, apparently dancing about the room with pink diamonds floating around him (think Major Armstrong), had been too busy to notice.
Wedding day;;
"This is undignified. Why can't ride on my own horse?" Wolfram asked, straightening out his white wedding gown.
"Don't be so stupid Wolfram." Cheri sighed, and pushed Wolfram into the carriage, "This gown is made out of extremely expensive and fine silk. It would ruin the dress if you were to ride a horse. In fact, I can't even let you sit, the outer layering will crinkle."
Wolfram, though appearing calm, was extremely nervous. He normally would lash out at the nearest person if he was nervous, but his mom said that it was un-lady like. His face was covered with a veil so that his eyes or facial expressions wouldn't give any of his emotions. Not to mention he was self-conscious. They tailor who made and designed this dress made it fit perfectly fit Wolfram's slim hips, but he made the chest area big so his mom could fit awkwardly huge apples in there. Man, was being female hard. Wolfram thought that he didn't need a bra because he didn't have visible nipples, but his mom insisted. She's worried that they might fall out, or turn out lopsided.
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You could fit a baseball into Yuuri's open mouth without touching any of his teeth. I never realized that Elizabeth was so beautiful. Even though Yuuri could only see "Elizabeth's" body, he could tell that she was much more beautiful than when he first met her.
Wolfram wondered if Yuuri always looked like this, all wide mouthed, with a flushed face, "Hey, wimp."
Yuuri wiped his drool on his sleeve, "Don't call me wimp!"
The blond smiled, though it wasn't visible, Yuuri blushed, "Okay, Your Majesty." Wolfram said in an Elizabeth-like voice. He took a hold of Yuuri hand, and pulled him towards the wedding area. Yuuri squeezed his soon-to-be-bride's hand, "You're so pretty, Elizabeth." Wolfram spluttered, "Eh?! Don't talk to me like that pipsqueak!"
The Maou was offended, Elizabeth didn't act like that when they first met, "Who are you calling pipsqueak?!" Yuuri retorted, "I think I am taller than you!"
"Oh, I'm sorry, Yuuri-san!" Wolfram patted Yuuri's shoulder and said dramatically, "It's just that I'm so nervous!!" 'I hope the wimp buys it'
Yuuri gave a nervous smile, "Oh that's fine, Elizabeth-san!" Wolfram smirked, 'How cute. Forgiving someone so easily. A definite wimp.'
"Are you ready for your wedding, Yuuri-san?"
"Of course, Ulrike-sama!"
Ulrike smiled gently, "And I believe you wanted to follow the procedure you would've done on Earth?"
Yuuri nodded enthusiastically, "Yes!"
After receiving everyone's attention, Yuuri knelt down on one knee and held out a ring to Wolfram, "Will you marry me, Elizabeth?"
"I believe that's the reason why I'm here, wimp." Wolfram replied.
Yuuri was surprised at how slow Elizabeth could be, "Yes, I realize that, pipsqueak," the Maou hissed, "But just go along with it, will you?"
But, but…I'm supposed to call you pipsqueak…, Wolfram thought, "Okay. Fine. Why I would love to marry you, Yuuri-heika!!" Wolfram emphasized the word 'love'. (a/n: gee, how plastic) Yuuri smiled in approval and slipped a golden ring onto Wolfram's finger, and Wolfram did the same for Yuuri. The Maou signaled Ulrike with his eyes.
"Will you, Yuuri-heika," Ulrike coughed to make sure that everyone's attention was on them,
"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join this man and this woman," Wolfram's eye twitched, "in holy matrimony." The priestess turned to Yuuri.
"Yuuri Shibuya, 27th Demon King, do you take this woman to be your wife, to live together in holy matrimony, to love, honor, comfort her and keep her in sickness and in health, and forsaking all others as long as you both shall live?"
"I do."
Ulrike turned towards Wolfram, "Elizabeth von Bielefeld, do you take this man to be your husband, to live together in holy matrimony, to love, honor, comfort him and keep him in sickness and in hearth, and forsaking all others as long as you both shall live?"
Well what kind of bullshit is this? Wolfram didn't know what to say, but since Yuuri said 'I do', Wolfram decided that he should too, "I do."
"Repeat after me," Ulrike instructed. "I, Yuuri Shibuya, take you Elizabeth von Bielefeld, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part." 'Luckily, I won't have to die to get away from the wimp by the time Elizabeth arrives.'
Yuuri repeated the vow, and when it was Wolfram's turn, so did he.
"I ask you to place the ring on her and repeat after me: I give you this ring as a token and pledge of our constant faith and abiding love." Yuuri slipped it on Wolfram's slender finger and repeated the vow. Wolfram also took the other ring and slipped it on Yuuri. When it came to the vows, though, he stuttered a bit. It felt so wrong. This wasn't a real pledge. And it wasn't his ring either.
"You may now kiss the bride!" Ulrike announced happily and shaking Wolfram out of his thoughts.
Yuuri blushed, but lifted up his bride's, and gave Wolfram a quick kiss on the lips. She's so beautiful I can't stand it! Yuuri intended to give Elizabeth a nice, long, and passionate kiss, but that didn't turn out the way he wanted it to. Cheers, whistles, and applauses, and wishes of luck for the newly wed couple filled the halls.
"Oh, Wolfi—Er! Elizabeth! I'm so happy for you!" Cheri screamed from the top of her lungs.
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-Harshmellows