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WARNINGS: Mpreg , Male X Male , slight course language ,
Also, thank U chochowilliams 4 telling me about the 'Mouth' - 'Month' grammar mistake. I'll leave it though and blame the mistake on Murata, since that is part of his thoughts.
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Yuuri lay on his back, the covers reaching up to his chin, black eyes open and unblinking. He was worried about telling his parents. It had been a near-death experience the first time, what would it be like the second time?
His mother would demand to know the name and gender but one; Wolfram and he hadn't talked about the name and they weren't sure of the gender of their child.
Yuuri winced when he felt a kick, not hard but it wasn't soft either. He shifted to his left side, the covers sliding down off his shoulders.
He shivered. That's right. He had taken a bath then had climbed into bed, forgetting to get dressed in his night-wear.
The baby kicked once again and Yuuri sucked in a harsh breath, eyes narrowing. He pouted as he mentally told his baby to stay still and stop acting like a brat. His child answered with a punch in the ribs and it actually hurt.
Yuuri sat up, arms wrapped around his ribs, eyes narrowed, blanket still over his waist. "You and Wolfram are very much alike."
"He is my child."
"How do you know our baby is a he?" Yuuri asked, looking up to look at Wolfram who had just returned from a two-hour long patrol.
"I don't. But I do want a boy. I just hope he isn't as much as a wimp as you." Wolfram smiled and Yuuri pouted and crossed his arms over his bare chest.
Wolfram set his sword on the dresser and then turned to face his fiancé. "Yuuri, you are going to catch a cold if you don't get dressed."
Yuuri titled his head, then looked down at his body, gasping, his cheeks and face became bright red. He pulled the comforter up to his chin and threw himself to the bed, black eyes closed shut tightly.
Wolfram didn't move from his spot. He only watched his fiancé flail around trying to cover himself. The blonde prince waited untill Yuuri was on his back, covered by the blankets, eyes clasped shut, before he walked over.
He rested his hands on the sheets beside Yuuri's covered body, palms flat on the mattress. "Yuuri," he whispered, lifting his right hand to lift the blanket covering Yuuri's face.
The young king only held onto the sheet tighter. "I've seen you many times before." Wolfram continued, smiling down at Yuuri's now revealed face.
Yuuri opened one eye slowly, blushing ever so more red, as Wolfram's emerald eyes wondered over his now exposed chest. "Its still embarrassing!" Yuuri cried, trying to pull the covers back over his top half, when he couldn't pull it away from Wolfram grasp, the young king grabbed a pillow and covered his face with it.
Wolfram titled his head. "Why? Its just me…" Wolfram whispered, lifting the pillow to look into Yuuri's black, wide eyes.
Yuuri couldn't find the strength to turn his head away, he was too comfortable. "And that's why its so embarrassing…" Yuuri answered in a similar whisper.
"Gunter! Get back here you lazy lump!" Anissina snapped as she pulled a metal helmet with blue, yellow and red wires attached to the top, towards the man crawling away.
"I'm burnt out! Test someone else!"
"You impregnated my only other 'someone else'! So stop squirming and put this on!"
"I will not! Your inventions are Death in disguise!"
Crossing her arms after she set down the helmet she glared at Gunter who collapsed before he had reached the door.
"Oh you good-for-nothing man! What use are men!? They should just all be wiped out!" She huffed and shook her head.
"You won't really try to wipe all men out, right?"
Anissina looked up to see Greta, her brown eyes large with worry, leaning her head in the doorway. "Oh, uh…well. No. I wouldn't and won't. Sadly, we woman require them." She glared down at Gunter.
"Really? So Woman can't impregnate other woman?" Greta asked.
Anissina looked up from Gunter to Greta. "Um…Who is to know. Why don't we research it after I test my latest?"
Greta smiled nervously and then nodded.
Anissina nearly knocked Gunter out with the force she used to place Let-Me-See-Your-Inner-Most-Fears-Kun on his head.
She, dragging Greta with her, moved to be behind a clear shield and pressed the large yellow button on her remote.
Greta fell to the floor, covering her head, as nothing but bright white light flashed and then the stone walls caved in. Greta screamed, Anissina held the girl to the floor, protecting Greta with her own body.
After awhile that seemed like days, and after soft yet scary aftershocks, Greta lifted her head and turned slightly to look at the woman above her.
"You blew the wall clear off! And look! The ceiling is gone too!"
Anissina got up, helping Greta up, and looked around. "Well, I think this didn't do what is was supposed to do…"
Gunter lay on the stone floor among the rubble, with the helmet on, unconscious. "Oh, you think? What was your crazy things supposed to do?" Greta nearly snapped, but only because she had almost been killed by stone.
Anissina lifted the broken, tinted black, Let-Me-See-Your-Inner-Most-Fears-Kun from him and placed what was left of the thing on what was left of the table.
"Come Anissina. I wanna go searching for if woman and get woman pregnant."
"Why so curious?"
Greta stopped walking to turn back toward the other woman. "Dunno really." She whispered, honestly not knowing why it was so important.
Murata lay on his bed, on his stomach, with a thin blanket over him reaching his shoulders. He was too tried to get up and dress himself and had Shinou to blame.
"Why still sleeping?" Murata refused to answer him. He knew why and when Murata was able to move again, the original king would pay.
Instead of plotting revenge, Murata let his eyelids fall over his tired eyes, he took calming breaths and found himself on the verge of sleep.
"What was that…?"
Murata opened his eyes but couldn't move to look to Shinou. "What was What?" Murata whispered, truly to tired to talk but had to ask.
"Over at BPC, there is smoke coming up from the west wing."
Murata rolled his eyes the best he could at how the king addressed Blood Pledge Castle. "It is 'ably one of Anissina's…" his voice trailed off into a slur, he was falling asleep, his body and brain didn't have the energy to stay awake.
Shinou's ice blue eyes glided from the window to Murata's sleeping form. "Maybe I got a little too carried away with him…" He mused to himself, standing up to walk over to his sage.
Murata lay motionless on the bed, facing the wall-away from Shinou-, the only movement was his chest with each breath he took. Shinou brushed a few stands of hair from the boys forehead and sat on the edge of the bed.
The original king lay down beside the sleeping boy, wrapping one arm around the sages waist, pulling him close to his chest. "You used to be able to take more than that a long time ago…but then, you were older then."
One soldier's neck met a wooden training sword and he fell to the grass. Wolfram looked toward the sound of the explosion and then shook his head. Anissina…what the hell are you doing?
"Sir von Bielefeld?" One of Wolfram's soldiers questioned and Wolfram turned back to his men, emerald eyes narrowed.
"Come on!" He ordered and another soldier picked up his wooden sword…he fell within a few moments.
Wolfram let his sword drop to the grass and he crossed his arms over his chest. These men were pathetic. "I swear, you all are worthless." He muttered, but they all heard. "Twenty laps around the castle. Go."
"What!"
"You've got to be kidding!"
"This is ridicules!"
"But Sir!"
Wolfram listened to their complaints for a moment then pointed to the castle. "Move."
Groaning and moaning and snapping harsh words, they went.
Wolfram watched them walk slowly-very slowly-to the castle, in short, a snail half dead could of beaten them to the castle. He glared and took a deep breath, counting to ten as slowly as they walked.
He leaned down and picked up a wooden sword, turning it this way and that as he counted. "Nine." He said to himself. They weren't even half way there.
"Ten."
The soldiers felt something behind them and turned, two lions made from fire were charging towards them without hesitation. They made it to the wall of the castle in moments, all out of breath and huffing and puffing for air.
They turned when the lions disappeared and saw Wolfram smirking. "Run. Now."
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"Don't you think that was a bit mean Wolf?" The emerald eyed prince turned to see his fiancé Yuuri, walking up to him.
"Don't care. They need to toughen up."
"I say they've gotten better than a few weeks before I came, don't you think?" Yuuri leaned down to pick two wooden swords up off the grass.
Wolfram turned to look at Yuuri, who was now picking up the wooden training swords, confused. "How would you know if they were as bad or better since then?"
Yuuri stopped from picking up the wooden swords and looked at Wolfram. "Dunno. Just a guess I guess."
Wolfram didn't believe that but decided it wasn't anything to worry about, and continued to watch his soldiers run almost lazily.
"Hay Wolf?"
"Yes?" Emerald eyes never looked away from his soldiers.
"How many laps can you run?"
"Around the castle?"
Yuuri rolled his eyes and answered in a sarcastic tone; "No, around Shin Makoku," Then in a normal tone but still a bit bratty "of course around the castle."
Wolfram then looked at Yuuri and slapped him upside the head. "Don't take that tone with me." He snapped and Yuuri rubbed his forehead.
"You're mean! and I'm pregnant! So stop hitting me!"
"one hundred."
"What?"
"That is how many laps."
"Wow, a lot more than what you first said."
"You asked me before?" Wolfram turned to look at Yuuri once again.
Yuuri smiled his smile and laughed. "Yeah. Long time ago though. You said thirty without breaking a sweat."
"I wasn't lying."
"I know. I never said you were." Yuuri nodded.
"When did you ask me?"
Yuuri blinked. "A long time ago."
"When exactly?"
Yuuri sighed and shook his head. "You wouldn't believe me."
"Yozak. Leave me alone."
"Why so mean?"
Conrad stood in the hall not doing anything really. He had been trying to escape Yozak but the man stuck to him like his own shadow.
Yozak continued to press the matter of wanting a baby, Conrad kept ignoring it completely and went about his day. Though with nothing left for him to do, he was doomed to deal with Yozak.
"Why do you keep avoiding this?"
"Yozak. My answer is no. Now, if you want a child so badly, either wait or find another."
Conrad turned on his heel and walked out of the hall to turn the corner, leaving a slightly hurt and confused Yozak behind.
"That was harsh."
Yuuri walked into the west wing where the explosion had been. Rubble and some smoke and dust were everywhere, he covered his mouth and stepped inside the destroyed room.
"Anissina…why is this always the end result of your inventing." Yuuri whispered to himself as he navigated himself though the wreckage.
Yuuri turned and found the table where the near broken Let-Me-See-Your-Inner-Most-Fears-Kun sat without a spark of life.
"What the- is this what cause all the trouble?" Yuuri asked to no one in particular and reached out a hand to touch the smooth top.
Nothing happened. So he picked the helmet up, turning it to look inside it. Wires, tons of them, wound throughout the thing.
Yuuri felt a painful stretching feeling behind his eyes and then the helmet flashed. A white light flashed from the helmet, a solid dot encircled the helmet, a thin circle forming around it and a straight line through the both and everything went white.
Both hands on the helmet, Yuuri's black eyes were large and shaking. The nightmare from before, of Wolfram's death, flashed into his mind, front and foremost on his mind.
"No…" his plea was soft, softer than a whisper.
Wolfram's pale body, lifeless eyes, "No…", limp hand, cold face and his weak voice. Yuuri felt tears falling from his eyes as it all replayed but felt like it had really happened.
"NO!" A tunnel of fire burst from Yuuri's feet, encircling him, he pushed the helmet away and it burst into flaming chunks as it hit the spin of fire.
Yuuri hugged himself, falling to his knees as the images were still in his mind. "No…No…Its not real…it isn't real…not real…" The fire kept flowing freely, fuelled by Yuuri's fear.
"What's going on?" That was Gwendal's voice.
"I don't know!" That was Gisela.
"Yuuri!" Wolfram.
Yuuri's eyes opened, the images invaded. He held his head and shook it, eyes clasping themselves shut once again.
"Yuuri! Calm down!"
"How is he doing this?"
"Fear fuels his fire! He thought something that upset or scared the baby! Now the baby is reacting and dealing with the new feelings the only way the child knows how!" Gisela explained, keeping her voice above the roaring sound of the fire and the sounds of stone hitting stone.
Wolfram ducked as a block of stone came sailing their way. "Damn it." He muttered.
"Yuuri! You have to calm down!"
Yuuri's eyes shot open as a painful kick knocked all the air from his lungs. The fire dimmed, Wolfram shook his head. Yuuri would destroy the castle if not stopped.
Slowly, he moved around the tunnel of fire untill he found a weak point where he could use his ability to manipulate the element to get to Yuuri.
Yuuri turned as Wolfram pulled him into a tight hug, "Yuuri! You have got to clam yourself!"
The young teen could only nodded as another kick on his ribs had him gasping for air, his black eyes shut tightly, his face pressed into Wolfram's shoulder.
"Why don't you wish to have Yozak's child? Or allow him to have yours?"
Conrad turned, more like spun, to face Blood, who was standing in the center of Conrad's room, his arms crossed, eyes half-shut, head titled up and to one side, regarding the other man.
"None of your concern."
"Hmm. With the way Yuuri had always spoken of you, you always seemed so kind, calm and collected. But now, at this time, when both of your brothers expecting, you are the complete opposite. Why is that?"
Conrad's eyes widened. "What?"
"Yes. I can read your thoughts but I am not. These facts are written on your face as plan as day." Blood answered, his facial expression bored.
When Conrad didn't answer, Blood continued. "First, Yuuri being pregnant by Wolfram's hand is upsetting to you because both are dear to you, and you feel isolated from them both by that fact."
Blood stopped, waiting for the other to argue or agree or tell him to shut up, when nothing was said, he continued. "Second; Yuuri expecting makes you believe you and Yozak cannot have a child at this time because you both are required to protect Yuuri."
Conrad simply looked away from the other. "I assure you, Sir Weller, I am able to protect Yuuri myself without trouble."
"All that leaves is weather you'll do it or not." Conrad finished for him and Blood shifted, his head up and his eyes fully opened.
"Ah! Smarter than you let on." Blood hummed, smiling a near evil smile.
"That is why," Conrad answered slowly, "Why I cannot risk a child. His majesty has no one to protect him but me."
Blood shook his head. "Oh. I believe my suspicion is correct."
Conrad didn't say anything, only waited.
"You care for Yuuri more than your king and god-son, that is why you first told Yuuri to take back the slap he bestowed on Wolfram his first night, correct?"
"What?"
"At the point in time, You did not see Yuuri, but Julia."
"What?"
"Now, Sir Weller, I am reading your thoughts. You do love Yozak but you still haven't found the power in yourself to let the love you have for Yuuri-correction- Julia go."
Conrad opened his mouth to reply but Blood lifted a hand and spoke before he could. "No. Not love for Yuuri, but your love for Julia. Yes. That is the truth to you actions."
Conrad's eyes widened and he shook his head, opening his mouth to speak but Blood beat him to it once again.
"I don't care if you loved or love Julia, that is not the problem. Though this is. Because Yuuri and Julia are nearly one in the same, you feel compelled to do as Yuuri asks of you and you can't help but feel the same love you did for her as you do for him."
Blood let his arms fall to his sides. "I worked hard to get Yuuri to admit his love for Wolfram and I refuse to let you ruin all my work."
"I never planned to try to take Yuuri from Wolfram."
"No, but you are doing it subconsciously." Blood corrected. "You save and protect him any chance you get, you find ways to be near him, to be alone with him and all that time, you never see Yuuri, who you see is Julia. And because of this, you interfear with me and my plans and I simply cannot allow it."
"So. I have many options," Blood's voice was calm and relaxed, unrushed. "I could kill you, ending this problem, though I do believe you will be of use later on."
"Use? Later on? What are you planning?"
"My next choice is to alter all you thoughts and memories to where you never loved Julia, for she is the reason and your only reason you love Yuuri."
"Blood. What are you scheming?"
"My next choice is to put you under my control now and the problem is fixed and saving me the trouble of controlling you later on."
"What are you planning?"
"These are all exhalent options. All of which I will gain."
"Stop ignoring my questions."
"I can't tell you." Blood said simply enough, arms at his sides.
Conrad pulled his sword out. "Then I will make you."
Blood lifted a hand with a sly, if not evil, smirk on his face, pointing to Conrad.
"Careful. For the moment you try, is the moment Yuuri is to die."
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