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BIT = Back In Time = Yuuri as Yuuki
When BIT is NOT there = Yuuri as Yuuri
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A/N::: Sorry its taken me so long to update, but I've been busy…and downright lazy and I've still got a bit of Writers Block, besides, I've been stopped a few times when writing this by ideas of the story final.
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Murata sat on the bed within Gisela's office at Blood Pledge Castle. Kicking his legs back and forth slowly, gently, waiting for the green-eyed woman to walk in. He was nervous, he felt like he was going to throw up.
And in the moment he thought it, the next moment it happened. He leaned over his knees, hugging his stomach, and emptied what little food he had within him out onto the stone floor.
Gisela paused after stepping through the door, hearing the young mage throw up gave her a hint to what was going on with him. Taking a towel out from the drawer, she let it fall into the basin of warm water.
"Here Geika." After he took the towel, she turned to get him a two cups. One full of cold water another empty cup. Rinsing his mouth about five times, making sure to get rid of the horrible taste.
"Tell me what happened." She asked, sitting down in her chair at her desk.
Murata didn't answer right away, not sure what to say. "I…I don't know. I was laying down falling asleep with a really sharp and non-ignorable pain shot up from my stomach."
Gisela nodded, writing what he told down on paper in-what Murata could tell- chicken scratch. "How tired have you been recently?"
Murata blinked, at first, not understanding what she had asked, then thought back. "About a week or two…Gisela…I don't see what that has to do with my stomach ache."
"You just vomited…, any other moments where you threw up?"
Murata turned to lay down, not felling like sitting up right. "I felt like it a few times yesterday, and about two weeks ago I woke up needing to and I did."
Gisela nodded, continuing to write and not looking up to look him in the eye. "Gisela, I don't see what you are getting at…"
"Geika, roll up your sleeve." Gisela ordered, pulling out a needle as she spoke.
Murata sat up, well, shot up, dark brown eyes wide. "Needles and I aren't the best of friends…"
"So don't date. Roll up your sleeve."
Murata could hear a voice laughing, low and male. Shinou. Murata paled and shook his head, backing away.
"You and Heika are just alike! You both cannot stand needles." Gisela half-laughed half-sighed.
Murata didn't laugh or comment. "Why do you need some of my blood?"
"Because I know you won't pee in a cup for me." She answered without emotion, her dark green eyes never leaving his dark brown eyes.
She held the needle up to where he could see it and never moved it, not even in the slightest. She didn't want to scare him any further, even though it was funny, if he was pregnant, causing him any type of stress wouldn't be good in the least.
"Dose it involve a needle?" Gisela shook her head. Murata held out his hand. "Cup please."
Yuuri lay in his dark room in his bed with Wolfram, both fast asleep in each others arms, the moon was fading slowly, the sun creeping its way into the sky.
Wolfram turned his face to press it more firmly into Yuuri's chest, blocking the sun from his eyes. He didn't want to wake up, not now and not before Yuuri woke. So he lay motionless, breathing in and breathing out, trying to get back to sleep, though his body didn't want sleep.
A nearly silent knock had Wolfram rolling his eyes and wishing whoever knocked would disappear, but with the door was pushed open gently, he knew his wished hadn't come true. Lifting his head, he opened his eyes.
"We…need to talk." Shori then closed the door as gently and silently as he had opened it.
Wolfram didn't move for a few minutes, then pushed himself up and stood, stepping over Yuuri without touching him and onto the floor quietly.
The blonde moved silently to the closet and pulled out jeans, a dark blue T-Shirt and dressed without a sound, looking back at Yuuri making sure the sound of clothing didn't disturb or wake the young king.
Closing the door to Yuuri's room, Wolfram turned and would have jumped if he hadn't seen Shori standing directly across the hall for him when he opened the door.
"What is it you wanted to talk about?" The young blonde asked, his voice low and without anger or any other hostel emotion.
"Why is it you love my brother?"
Wolfram wanted to roll his eyes and walk back into Yuuri's room and lay down beside his king, but what would that do for him and Shori? Make them hate each other more so? And how would that effect Yuuri?
Yuuri wouldn't want his fiancé and brother to fight or never speak each time they got near each other, it wouldn't be much of a family if that were to happen.
"What is it you mean?" Wolfram asked, not understanding if Shori wanted him to list everything about Yuuri he loved and liked or the story behind how he came to love Yuuri…or both.
Shori took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, rubbed it for a moment then placed his glasses back over his eyes, sighing almost as if he was annoyed.
Wolfram crossed his arms, eyelids falling over his eyes half-way. "Would you like me to tell you everything I love about him or the story that led me to fall for him?"
Shori blinked, surprised at Wolfram's words. "I don't need to know of what you two do…"
He stopped as Wolfram held up a hand. "First, the story contains nothing of the sort. Second, neither Yuuri nor I is a like that."
"Well, you've gotten him pregnant before you two married, I would, along with any others, would only assume you two have gone that far and based your 'love' (he held up air quotes here) on that."
Wolfram sighed deeply, calming himself, feeling his flame magic spiking along with his temper. He didn't so much care if Shori thought that way about him as much as what kind of brother was he if he assumed Yuuri was like that?
"How is it you love Yuuri?" Shori asked again.
"I loved Yuuri before I truly met the boy named Yuuri."
Shori blinked and blinked again, Wolfram looked one hundred percent (100%) serious, his emerald eyes never wavering nor leaving his face. "I don't follow."
{ set after chapter 4 taking place after chapter 8 (from Accepting love) }
{ BIT }
Wolfram sat in his room at his desk reading from a book he had never gotten to finish due to the new king, Yuuri, arriving and taking the thrown. In fact, during the coronation of the damn half-breed he had been pulled back to his world.
Sighing, he snapped the book closed. He had not only had his life turned upside down, but the half-breed had purposed to him and then he had lost the fight to the wimp!
His body froze in place, his bright emerald eyes seemed to dim as he thought that single word, that one word he knew he was attached to because he suggested for him to call him that. wimp.
A sharp knock had Wolfram nearly falling from his chair, taking a breath, Wolfram watched the door, half-hoping that who he had been thinking about had returned, but no such luck.
The door opened and there stood Conrad, Wolfram's older half-breed (just like Yuuri…the new demon king), brother. "Wolfram…why is it you've been shut up in your room all day? Don't you have soldiers to train?"
Wolfram turned his head, sticking his nose in the air and crossing his arms. "Not today, the worthless men can spend today in bed, they're that lazy anyway." Conrad watched Wolfram for a moment, saying nothing, trying to piece together what had gotten Wolfram to upset so suddenly and quickly.
Conrad moved silently, not making a sound and knelt down beside him, pulling the book from him so he would look at him. "Why are you so quick to anger?"
"I've always been that way, give me back the book." Wolfram growled, looking as if he were thinking over whether or not to claw Conrad's eyes out.
"Wolfram." then Conrad's brown eyes widened. "Is this bad attitude of yours because Yuuki disappeared so suddenly a mouth ago?"
Emerald eyes widened and Conrad knew his guess had been correct. "Shut up and go away damn it!" The book was pulled, well torn, from the older mans hand and then thrown at him.
"Alright, Alright." He soothed, standing up and backing up, hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry…," he was half-way out the door when he turned back, Wolfram still had his eyes on him. "I could send Yozak to see if he could find where Yuuki resides…"
"Leave Weller!" Wolfram chucked another book, hardback this time, at his head, Conrad pulled the door shut quickly, taking that as an 'I'll think about it' and headed down the hall, humming to himself happily like Wolfram hadn't just tried to knock his head off.
Yuuri turned onto his side, wanting to keep sleeping but he had no such luck. The sun was almost in the sky, the sky was bright but not too bright he couldn't get back to sleep if he really tired. Yawning silently, he opened his eyes slightly to see his door open just a crack.
He could hear Wolfram talking but he wasn't in the same room. Yuuri opened his eyes more fully and turned his head slightly for a more comfortable position on his white pillow, Wolfram was out in the hall, talking to someone.
The young double black half-demon got up slowly, sitting up but once up he wanted to lay down again, he felt like throwing up but he knew he wouldn't. The minutes ticked by slowly, his stomach turning faded but he couldn't stand just yet.
Wolfram's voice was hushed, making sure to not wake up anyone in the house. But who was he talking to? Who else would be up at this hour? Yuuri rolled his eyes and shook his head. That was a stupid question and he knew it. Shori was always up right before the sun, he liked getting work done, early.
Standing slowly and ignoring the baby kicking and his slight morning sickness, Yuuri moved to look out the small crack of the door. The warmth of the carpet under his bare feet and the hard yet soft carpet hitting pressure points in his feet, sending a feeling of comfort through him.
The light filtering in though the door was orange and, due to his eyes used being in the dark and used to darkness, hurt Yuuri's eyes for the first few moments.
Wolfram stood with his back to the door facing Shori, telling Shori of when Yuuri went back in time but disguised. Yuuri smiled to himself without a sound. He remembered that, How could he of forgotten?
{This is taking place after Yuuri's first trip to the past but before he tells Wolfram he loves him…}
{ BIT }
Yuuri fell from who-knew-where right into the wall face first. Rubbing his head, he sat up. "That hurt, Blood is so going to pay for this…"
Forcing him to dress in his disguise and then dragged him out of the castle, right when he had been wanting to catch Wolfram and tell him how he felt, and now he was somewhere in the castle.
Getting up, slowly and painfully, Yuuri walked out from the shadowed dead-end hall and stopped as he fell backward, Not again… he looked up and realized he had run into Conrad. "Hey." he greeted, smiling like he would normally.
Conrad looked down at him, blinking for a moment then smiling warmly. "You've been gone a long while." Yuuri blinked, how long had he and Blood been gone? "I think you should go see Wolfram, I believe he's been missing you Yuuki."
"Uh, well, Okay, I'll do that -" Wait…Yuuki? … "He's in his room." Conrad finished, walking away.
Yuuri didn't move, he couldn't believe it! He was back in the past! Blood had sent him into the past again and Murata was probably in on it too!
Blinking, Yuuri panicked as something came to him, "Wait… Hey Conrad! Wait up!" Running to catch up with the man, Yuuri almost ran into him again.
"What is it Yuuki?" Conrad turned, steadying the boy before they fell to the floor in a bloody heap.
Yuuri opened his mouth to say something, but he hadn't thought on how to word his question. So there he stood, looking stupid with his mouth open. "Oh, well…um…"
Conrad wanted to laugh but felt and knew it would be rude, he didn't know the boy well enough, so he did his best to suppress his laughter, but he kept his smile. "His Majesty isn't here, he's gone to his world if that is what you were going to ask…"
He's a mind reader… Yuuri thought, "Ah…yeah…" That's why! I haven't figured out a disguise yet! Wait… "How long have - has he been gone?"
Conrad blinked, wondering about his wording but didn't think to worry about it. "Two days…" Yuuri smiled, walking away. "Thanks, I'll go see Wolfram now!"
As he walked down the hall, he planned out his plan. He, as Yuuri, had been gone for two days, he is gone for four, so he has maybe a day or two to figure out why Blood sent him back before he comes back and takes on this disguise and looks like…well, him as Yuuki.
Knocking on Wolfram's door, no answer came. What am I going to say? 'Sorry I left so suddenly but I'm really Yuuri and was only here dressed as someone else because I needed to realize my love for you?' Yeah, right. That won't get me killed.
He knocked on the door once again and then it opened so suddenly Yuuri jumped back. "What is-!" He stopped in mid yell, noticing the who the boy was before him. "Hey Wolf…how've you been?"
Emerald eyes went from large orbs of surprise to rectangles of anger. Wolfram's hand gripped the doorknob tightly, he wanted to slam the door in his face but he also wanted to hug him, instead, Wolfram looked away to the side and at the floor other than at who was before him.
"What are you doing back here?"
Yuuri, as 'Yuuki', shrugged and smiled at the blonde prince. "To see you?" It may have had a question mark but Yuuri said it with a period. Wolfram didn't look at him, didn't respond to him, he couldn't.
What could he say? Nice for the thought but I'm now the fiancé to the new Maou? Or oh, so you leave and then you hear I'm engaged to shin Makoku's new king and now your back for me? Wolfram shook his head, he couldn't say either one of those.
Yuuri tilted his head waiting for the blonde to answer or say something, but he said nothing. Yuuri was starting to get worried. "Wolfram?"
"Go away." His voice was cold but sounded hurt and even a bit lonely, he turned as he backed up and shut the door, leaving Yuuri out in the hall confused.
Moving to sit next to the door on the hallway stone floor, Yuuri let his head fall back against the wall. He didn't understand why Wolfram had acted so coldly towards him.
{ Gisela's Office in Shin Makoku }
Murata's dark brown eyes opened slowly, shutting tightly as light assaulted his sight, turning his head, he opened his eyes once again, this time, the light didn't hurt his eyes.
The room was quite, he was the only one in the room. Had he fallen asleep? Last thing he remembered was talking to Gisela about why he felt so sick and uncomfortable.
Wincing in pain as a sharp pain similar to the pain that brought him here shot up from his stomach to his chest. Turning onto his back, he kept his eyes shut tightly.
What was happening? The answer seeped into his mind like black sticky ooze seeping through small cracks in a wall.
Growling deep in his throat, Murata felt his anger towards that blue-eyed original king rise as the answer seeped deeper into his mind and heart.
Gisela watched the boy silently, turning and wincing, looking angry to looking hurt. She wondered when she should ask if he were awake, but she didn't want to disrupt his thoughts.
Instead, she turned to her notes and the results of his test. She knew he was, but how? Well, she knew how, but she could figure out who. Murata had never seemed to take an interest in anyone and if he did, Yuuri was the only one who would know.
They all knew of his first life and how he and Shinou had been lovers or close to it, but the original king was long dead and even though his soul/spirit was around and visible and interacted with those of the living, it isn't possible…
Gisela's pen stilled and Gisela's green eyes wondered from her notebook to Murata laying on the bed across the room. …is it?
She couldn't bring herself to convince herself of it impossible or even possible. She wondered and it was eating at her, she wanted to know, but if Murata did tell her, would she really believe it? And what about the baby?
Would it be fully…well…in this world or not? Gisela let her pen fall to the table and held her head in her hands, this was a lot of thinking and she wasn't any closer to an answer. Everything was just question after question.
Lifting her head, she pushed away from her desk and stood. Moving to the stool beside the small twin sized white bed. "Geika…Are you awake?" Her voice was soft, making sure not to be to demanding and harsh like she would sound normally when issuing orders.
Murata didn't want to answer, didn't want to know the results of his test. Not that he wouldn't be happy, but who would like having their lover who was a spirit getting them pregnant? How was someone supposed to deal with something like that?
Murata turned onto his back and opened his eyes, first only looking at the ceiling, then letting his eyes drift down to look at Gisela, but it hurt his eyes when the made his vision a blur.
"Yes. I'm awake." Closing his eyes again, he pushed himself up, opening his dark brown eyes to look into Gisela's green ones.
Gisela smiled at him, standing up to move back to her desk. "How are you feeling Geika?"
He opened his mouth to reply but froze…,then covered his mouth, his eyes widening and snapping shut just as quickly. Murata reached for the bucket and threw up, it felt horrible to vomit, he felt like his entire stomach was forcing itself from his body, his eyes stung from fresh tears that refused to fall.
Gisela turned to write in her notebook, her eyes darkening with concern for the young reincarnated sage, she tried to tune out the sound of throwing up but she couldn't, she was too worried for him to tune him out.
After a few moments, that seemed like hours, Murata stopped and Gisela handed him some water and a warm washcloth. Allowing him time to clean up and calm his trembling body, she left to the next room to get his test results.
Dark brown eyes that looked black lifted to look at the stone floor, he felt horrible, he didn't like being sick. Pushing the bucket away along with the empty water cup, he fell back onto the back, wrapping his arms around his stomach trying to stop the sick pain.
Murata groaned in pain turning onto his side, curling into a ball the best he could but it didn't pull the pain away from him. He hated him. He absolutely hated him. How could he not? He wished he never had fallen for the blue-eyed king. The first time or this time.
Damn Shinou…I'm so going to kill you… He wasn't sure if the man could hear him or not, he hadn't seen the man in…his eyes snapped shut, tears burning his eyes. The man hadn't appeared or talk to him in days, and now that this was happening, Murata left even more alone.
A/N::: I had another part to go here but I didn't like it as much as the rest of the chapter, I need more time with it. Anyway, I've finished chapter 15 and am happy. It has taken awhile. Yes, we all know what's happening with Murata, but see, just because we know, doesn't mean the characters know (yet). So Calm down, he'll find out soon.
Sorry no Blood in person, I had no use for him in this chapter and this fiction isn't really about him.
Blood: . Hay!
I don't know when I'll update TMADD but since I haven't even started it or thought about it too much or even reviewed my last update, I doubt it will be soon. So sorry, but I will update, so don't worry.
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