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"Gunter! Get back here!" Anissina shouted as she chased the silver-haired man through out the castle for about the fourth time that day.
Conrad walked out from one hall, which connected to the hall Gunter was running in, and ran right into the man.
In fact, if they had been a cartoon, a big yellow or red word BLAM would have appeared and two circles each would have appeared above they're head with little bearbees flying around, eyes patches of X's.
"Gunter…what the-?" Conrad began, rubbing the back of his head.
"Sorry!" He apologized as he bolted to his feet and ran down the hall Conrad had come from.
He watched the man run and turned when a shadow fell over him. He looked up and shook his head. "Must you terrorize Gunter?"
Anissina smiled-smirked-and crossed her arms. "I need him to test my latest invention!"
Conrad stood up and opened his mouth to speak but she cut him off. "And the last time I used Dorcas the invention didn't work-"
"-Perhaps it was the invention…"
"-And I promised!-Greta I wouldn't use Gwendal!" She finished, ignoring the soldier before her completely.
Wolfram lay in bed, in his pink nightgown, emerald eyes open. He held a normal sized novel that had gold lettering on the spine and cover.
He looked down to his lap, lifting the book from his view. Yuuri lay on his side, arms wrapped around his waist, head nuzzled onto his stomach.
The young king was sleeping soundly, comfortably, though he shifted, meaning he was waking up.
"Yuuri, you need to get up now." Wolfram spoke firmly, though his focus was on his reading. They had woken up but hadn't wanted to get out of bed, then Yuuri had fallen back asleep on Wolfram.
Yuuri mumbled and Wolfram shook his head. "Wimp." He muttered though it wasn't as an insult like it had started out to be.
The double-black teen opened his eyes, blinking to focus his sight and tightened his arms around his lover's waist. "I don't wanna get up."
"I meant you need to be awake, you don't have to get up." Wolfram sighed, mentally rolling his eyes but smiling at the boy beside (on?) him.
Yuuri watched the blonde read and then eyed the book. Yuuri didn't know what it said but everything Wolfram read was boring to him.
"Whatcha reading?" Yuuri half sung in a flirty tone.
Emerald eyes slid over from the page to the book to his king. "Its called a book."
Black eyes shut half way and if a cartoon, a big yellow arrow would have struck him on the head. "I meant what's it about!" He wined/corrected, sitting up to straddle the blonde.
"This book is old, far older than both of us combined and its in a language only few know." He answered, not wanting to explain when he knew Yuuri wouldn't understand.
"Well, wow. Its that old?" Yuuri joked, titling his head.
Wolfram lowered the book to glare at Yuuri. "What do you mean by that?" He almost snapped.
Yuuri held up his hands and smiled an 'I'm sorry' smile. "I just mean you're way older than you look and combining that with my age, I'm just saying that that's pretty old."
Emerald eyes rolled in annoyance. "I didn't mean anything bad by it." He whispered, pulling the book from Wolfram's hands and placing it on the nightstand by the bed.
Yuuri wrapped his arms around Wolfram's shoulders, pressing his chest to his. He pressed his face to the others neck, eyes closing.
Wolfram wrapped his arms around Yuuri's waist and pulled him closer untill their lips touched.
"What a cute piggy!" Greta snuggled the newly knitted creation of Gwendal's.
"It's a dog." He mumbled.
Greta blinked and smiled. "That's what I said!"
Giggling she set the pig/dog down on the shelf next to the bird/fairy and the cat/owl. "Y'know. I think Uncle Conrad is catching on to why your more grumpy than usual." she said, turning to her uncle.
Currently, they were in the office of Gwendal's, Greta had come to help him with work but now she was just keeping him company.
Gwendal's eye twitched and the tip of his pen snapped. He looked up to the girl and she smiled like she had just been caught stealing a cookie an hour before dinner.
"I don't see what the big deal is, I mean,-" She stopped and looked at her uncle, when he looked back to his work she gasped.
Bringing her hands down on the desk she glared at him. "Gunter doesn't even know, does he?" She demanded but kept her sweet tone of voice.
Gwendal leaned back in his chair and sighed heavily. "I already have a mother, I don't need another…"
"Fine." Greta answered and left the room, Gwendal watched the open door for a few minutes before sighing in relief and began his work again with a new, not broken pen.
"Gwendal von Voltaire!" He froze and the pen dropped to the table with a TINK.
He looked up and met narrowed emerald eyes. Celi stood in front of the desk, her hands on her hips, looking tall, powerful and daring Gwendal to challenge her. "Y-yes, Mother?" His closed eye twitched.
"Greta told me all about it! I don't care what you think! You need to let at least Gunter know! Remember how His Majesty acted when Wolfram didn't know!?!"
The man winced and nodded. "Mother, I'm not partially sure that I am. I am waiting for Gisela to return and have her confirm yes or confirm no."
Celi shook her head. "Well, You are done going out and about untill further notice! Understand me?"
He didn't reply. She glared and slapped her hands down onto the desk. "Do you understand me young man?"
Gwendal winced, knowing when she pulled the 'young man' card not to even dare go against her. "Yes Mother."
Smiling she walked over to him and hugged him. "I'm so happy!"
"I said it isn't confirmed yet!" He almost shouted.
"OH I know but I hope it's a yes! I mean yes, His Majesty and my Wolfie are going to but now you may! Oh I just can't wait!"
Murata stood in front of the paintings of himself in his first life and of Shinou. "Geika."
He turned to see Conrad and smiled. "Hi."
"Seen Yozak?"
"Um…No…not recently. Why?"
Conrad blushed lightly and then shook his head. "Uh no reason. Just needed to talk with him."
Murata lifted an eyebrow and shook his head. "Not an idiot." He whispered in a tone Conrad couldn't hear.
"By the way, Geika, what beings you here? You are normally at the temple." He questioned.
"One can be around Shinou for a small space of time before wanting to rip his head off." Murata said in a joking, playful tone but knew he meant every word.
"Hay Captain! Geika!" Yozak greeted, wrapping his arms around Conrad's shoulders from behind. Murata lifted an eyebrow and smirked but made no comment.
"Yozak, get off." Conrad mumbled in a rushed breath, half from being annoyed and half from being embarrassed at how he was being held.
"Aw!" He wined but let go, grabbing his wrist and dragging him away, though Conrad was trying to go in the opposite direction of Yozak, he was still pulled away. "Bye Geika!"
Once they were out of ear shot Murata let a small laugh bubble over past his lips.
The lid of the wooden chest on the floor against the wall below the paintings popped over to reveal Shinou.
Murata slid away as the lid burst open, eyes wide, leaning his upper body away from the box.
"HA! I knew they were together!" He shouted in satisfaction.
Murata rolled his dark brown eyes, crossed his arms over his chest.
"Where have you been? Of course they are together."
"Well sorry!" Shinou slumped over the edge and the spring back up and then wobbled from side to side for a moment before regaining his balance. "Hay! I'm a jack-in-the-box!"
He's acting like a little kid… Murata groaned inside his head. He turned to leave but looked back over his shoulder. "Yes Shinou, you are a jackass-in-a-box." and walked away, leaving Shinou with his jaw dropped and blue eyes popping wide.
Yuuri sat in his office, working on the mile long pile of paper work on his desk. "How the heck do all these appear?" He mumbled tiredly.
"Oh just do it." Yuuri looked his left and saw Blood sitting on air and looked annoyed.
"Ah…you…OK?" Yuuri asked slowly, unsure of how Blood was feeling.
"No. I'm bored."
"Don't go raping people like Shinou once tried."
Blood raised an eyebrow. "I mean he tried to do that to Murata."
"How do you know?"
"Murata told me. He complains about him a lot." Yuuri answered while signing a document.
"Oh, like you complain about Wolfram and how Wolfram complains about you?" Yuuri titled his head back and groaned in aggravation.
"Blood," he began then murmured, "Oh why not," then in a louder tone, "Go help Anissina with you latest invention."
After a moment, Blood smirked. "Not a bad idea…"
"HAY! You're not reverting back to your evil self, are you?" Yuuri asked, standing up now.
Blood rolled his eyes up in thought for a moment. "No…besides, you'd feel it if I was."
"How? I don't know what being evil feels like."
"Remember when I possessed you?"
After a moments thought, Yuuri shivered. "Yeah."
"That's what it'll feel like… If it should ever happen."
Blood disappeared and Yuuri fell back into his chair. Wincing when his baby kicked him just below the ribs.
Time to find Wolfram. I swear, your going to cling to him everyday from the day your born.
And won't that ruin your two's sex life.
Yuuri paled,mouth drawn in a tight line, eyes popping like those dolls you squeeze and they're eyes bulge out of their heads, recovering, he ignored the perverted comment with a snort.
"Mother! We do not need a nursery just yet! We haven't even finished the wedding plans!" Wolfram complained as he stood in the center of the large room.
Over the top of the two windows was a blue lace and the curtains a light blue and a white like blue lace over the solid curtains.
The dark blue carpet covered all of the stone floor, and was think and soft, protecting enough should the baby trip and fall or fall from a chair or the crib.
The furniture of the room was made up of two long, four-seat dark-almost black-blue sofa's. Two cushy dark blue recliners, a white rocking chair near the window, a white crib with blue sheets by the wall behind one of the sofa's, a changing table that was light blue.
Between the crib and changing table was a fabric shelf of six shelves that hung from the wall. Already stocked, the bottom two held diapers, the next up held wipes and powder. The two above that held blankets and cloths and the top one was empty.
Hanging above the crib was a light the glows a soft, soothing light with stars hanging from it.
On the other side of the room against the wall, was a large bed where Yuuri or Wolfram or both could sleep if wanting to be near the baby.
"Mother…" Wolfram began, closing his eyes and crossing his arms.
"I know, I know. Its not done, I still have to paint the walls like the sky and grass and nature. And…oh Gwendal is making some welcoming animals for the baby!"
Wolfram make a face of distaste. Great…confused the mind of my child…
She paused, turning to face her son and placed her hands on her hips. Wolfram blinked, arms falling to his sides, a confused, and adorable, expression graced his face.
Why is she looking at me like that? What have I done?
"Wolfram von Bielefelt."
He winced, falling away from his thoughts, knowing when she called him felt instead of feld he was in trouble. "Yes Mother?"
"Have you and Heika decided on a name for your baby?"
Wolfram blinked and titled his head. "Well Mother, We are not sure if our baby is a male or female, so we cannot chose a name to find out that name will not do."
She sighed and her hands fell from her hips. "That's a good answer…" she whispered under her breath, nibbling on her lower lip.
Gwendal sat in his room, on his bed, knitting a 'cat' but it was looking like a pig. He sighed for about the millionth time in that thirty minutes. He had finished the top part of the 'cat' and set it aside on his headboard. He fell back onto his bed on his back, eyes closed. He was feeling more tired than he should. He couldn't believe he allowed it to happen.
He sat up as he heard someone knock on his door. He didn't answer. Didn't say anything. Didn't move from his seat.
"Gwendal. Open up."
"Never again."
Gunter sighed from on the other side of the door and blinked, finally it clicked and he backed away from the door, completely pale. "N-Not what I meant! Open up the door!"
"It is not locked." Came an annoyed mutter. Gunter walked back to the door and opened the door, walking in only to have a boot thrown at him.
He didn't see it, due to he had turned to shut the door, and hit him on the forehead, as he turned back to face Gwendal.
"Itai…" He complained as he rubbed his forehead. "What have I done to make you so angry you act like Wolfram?"
"Oh shut up. And I am not acting like my brother."
"Uh, yeah, you are."
Gwendal glared and threw his other boot at him but this time, Gunter saw it and dodged.
Gunter held a sad look on his face, his heart in his eyes, though still sad. "You hate me, Right?"
"Wrong."
"What?"
"I do not hate you."
Gunter's eyes then narrowed and hissed. "Then why are you treating me so coldly!?"
Yuuri stumbled into the nursery where Celi and Wolfram were and he stopped dead in his tracks, black eyes wide and mouth in a small 'O'.
"Oh! Your Majesty! What do you think?" Celi beamed happily, clapping her hands together, her eyes bright and happy.
"Uh…"
"I know it isn't finished but it will be by the time the baby is born." She continued.
Yuuri smiled. "I like it."
Wolfram rolled his eyes. "What?" Yuuri asked. "You don't like the room?"
"I like it. But we're not even sure if our child is male or female."
Yuuri lifted an eyebrow. "Your saying that blue is for boys and pink is for girls?"
Wolfram titled his head. "Because if that is what you are saying…" Yuuri paused and smirked, Wolfram only watched. "Then that would make you a girl."
Flames leapt into his emerald eyes. "What?" He practically growled.
Yuuri laughed but then choked on his laughter when Wolfram walked, more like glided, towards him. Yuuri waved his hands in front of his face, panicking slightly. "Wait Wolfram! I meant that you wear a pink nightgown!"
Yuuri fell onto one of the recliners, his head on one of the arm rests and the backs of his knees on the other arm rest. Wolfram stood with his arms crossed, at Yuuri's side, emerald eyes narrowed but the flames gone.
"Oh! How cute! A lovers quarrel!" Celi squealed. "I love how cute the two of you look!"
Yuuri didn't take his near-fear stricken eyes from Wolfram's near-anger stricken eyes, but he did laugh at her comment.
"Mother, I'd like to speak with Yuuri, alone." To his mother, it sounded like a simple, innocent request, but to Yuuri, his body heated.
Now alone, Yuuri tried to sit up correctly but Wolfram had placed a hand on his chest, pinning him in his place. Wolfram knelt next to Yuuri, placing a hand on his stomach.
Yuuri didn't sat anything, if anything, he felt comfortable. "Since when can you read my mind?"
"Umm?" Wolfram asked, tilting his head as he watched Yuuri.
"I came to see you, half because the baby can't stand being apart from you, must like me," Yuuri muttered the last three words, though Wolfram heard it and then Yuuri returned to speaking in a louder tone. "And you somehow knew."
"Yuuri, It's in your eyes."
Yuuri would have responded if not for Wolfram's warm lips on his own. Wolfram's hand remained on the young kings stomach, the other wondering its way up his jacket and undershirt.
Had the rooms light been shut off or was that just Yuuri? His body felt a lot hotter then it had been a few moments ago. "Wolf…" Yuuri whispered against the others lips, eyes closing half-way, fully comfortable with the situation.
A/N::: This chapter took longer than I thought, and wanted, but I finally finished it.
I apologize for the long wait for an update and for stopping my re-write of Accepting Love, but I've had a lot going on.
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