[ Disclaimer ] I do NOT own Kyou Kara Maou
A/N::: TMADD is ON HOLD. I apologize for that, but with school and all the work given, I cannot balance all three stories. I'll have to cut back to just two, see if I can handle it.
Gwendal found that there was truly only one word that could ever hope to describe how he felt.
Hell.
Only that one word could justify how his pregnancy was making him feel.
Growling as he kicked the covers off of him for the millionth time in one hour that night, and all but killing himself to get off his bed and into the bathroom, where whatever was in his stomach could be thrown up.
This had been happening every night and every morning for the past week. He had locked himself in his room or office for hours, only appearing for food, a drink, or to throw up.
It wasn't that he hated Gunter for this. He had let the man have his way. If he chose to cast blame to anyone, it must settle on him.
His stomach convulsed painfully, nothing came up but he remained there in the bathroom for awhile to be sure, not wanting to walk out only to have to run back.
Groaning, he stood slowly, everything hurt. Gwendal rinsed his mouth out with the mint mouth wash that now made him sick to his stomach, but of course, everything made him sick recently, but he couldn't live with the taste of vomit in his mouth, so he suffered through the mint flavor.
Collapsing back onto his bed face first, he prayed to which ever god would listen that the rest of his pregnancy would go fast without much more of this.
Burying his face into his pillow, his breath came out in shallow puffs, the warm breath hit the pillow and spread across his face.
Slowly, he felt his eyelids fall shut, he body finally relaxing. He felt grateful for a moment.
Apparently, none of the gods cared to take his call, for he was jerked from his calm state and was now rushing to the bathroom - again -, this time only dry heaving, for all the contents that had been inside him, were no longer there.
"I'll kill Gunter for doing this to me." Gwendal growled, glairing at his stomach. He said he didn't and wouldn't hate him, he had said nothing about not killing him.
Dark eyes widened.
He was answered with a swift kick, not hard, but noticeable.
Gwendal moved a hand to his stomach, right where the kick had been. A small hand pressed against his, He felt himself smile for the first time that night.
Moving to his bed once more, Gwendal climbed onto his bed, cocooned himself into his blankets and forced himself to drift to sleep, his hand still in place over his child.
His body found peace as he found sleep.
The dinner table within the palace was draped in a white table cloth, a set of flowers and candles that were yet to be lit, eight plates were places around the large table.
The bespectacled maid looked up from the beauty of the table to the large oak clock. Time for dinner. Four other maids entered and began placing food one each of the plates, filling the glasses with drinks and lit the candles.
The candles were light blue and light purple, they held a special scent they would sooth His Majesty and the other pregnant males within the castle once seated around the table.
Gisela had ordered them to be set.
Looking to the door as it opened, Cheri and Greta entered, a smile bright on Cheri and Greta's smile was smaller.
"Everything smells amazing!" Cheri exclaimed as she walked towards her chair, which sat beside Wolfram's chair. Greta nodded, climbing onto her chair that was beside Yuuri's chair.
"Could you set another place? Yozak will be joining us."
The four maids bowed as one made her way back out of the room for another plate of food.
Gwendal walked in after a moment of silence between the to females, sitting in any empty chair, he kept silence, his head hurt but had promised Gisela to at least try and eat.
Just as Yozak entered, The maid entered with another plate of food and drink, a male servant following her, carrying a chair, the place was set, they bowed, and left. Yozak took his seat.
"Everything alright?" Everything meaning Everyone.
Cheri, at first, didn't know what the orange haired man meant, then glanced at Gwendal, who looked angry…more than normal…and then at Greta, who looked lost in thoughts.
Yozak and Cheri met eyes and Cheri shrugged, neither knew how to ask to two, so, they kept silent, waiting for everyone to arrive.
Murata walked in, a mask of happiness over his face, even though he hadn't informed Shinou of anything even though he wished he could…taking his seat just as Conrad walked in, the child within him kicked, he gasped but shook his head when Yozak eyed him.
Conrad sat beside Yozak, he, unlike every other pregnant male, was his normal self, a real smile plastered onto his face as always.
Gunter walked in, sitting next to Gwendal, small talk entranced the room between Cheri, Yozak, Gunter and Conrad, as they sat in wait for Yuuri and Wolfram.
Everyone turned as Wolfram walked into the dinning room with a pouting Yuuri, who looked like a pissed off kitten, being pulled behind him.
Yuuri was pulling against the hand wrapped around his wrist, a glare and pout clear on his face.
"Yuuri…enough." Wolfram hissed (half sighed and half snapped). The boy was pregnant and he needed to eat, even if he claimed to not be hungry.
Wolfram had been doing his best to contain his temper during Yuuri's pregnancy, but Yuuri was truly pushing it, since the blonde could not physically display his anger to the young Maou due to him pregnant, he could sure as hell verbalized, but he refrained the best to his ability.
Yuuri continually tried to squirm from his lovers hold. "I'm not -!"
"Hungry, So you say," Wolfram breathed, emerald orbs fixed on Yuuri, as he pushed Yuuri down until he sat in his seat with Greta to his left.
Wolfram took his seat to the right of Yuuri.
The double black king glared at the food on his plate, his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't want to eat, so why was he being forced to sit in front of the food? It was a waste.
The evening was quite at first, then Yozak began a conversation with Cheri. Yuuri didn't follow it, considering he was focusing on staying mad at Wolfram.
Gunter would comment from time to time on their conversation. Yuuri would hear Wolfram comment as well, but Yuuri refused to be apart of it.
Half way through the meal, Yuuri cast a quick and subtle glace to Wolfram, Yuuri felt and forced away an oncoming blush.
Damn hormones. Yuuri scolded himself, ripping his gaze off of the blonde.
You will survive, just a few more mouths to go. That was as close to comfort as Blood ever got, Yuuri huffed and turned his head to stare somewhere out the window.
Yuuri shifted uncomfortably in his seat, his black orbs shifted towards the table of people. No one seemed to notice, unless they did. Yuuri shut his eyes, refusing to look at Wolfram.
He'd been suppressing his urge for Wolfram for about a week, it hurt at times, physically, mentally and emotionally, but Yuuri had come to feel as if he were a burden to the blonde prince.
Wolfram hadn't said anything about it, why Yuuri hadn't made any sexual advancements within the past week, so Yuuri had officially come to the conclusion that he was a bother to Wolfram.
Some kind of emotion Yuuri couldn't place a name to crawled through his heart and veins. It hurt.
After a few moments of being lost in thoughts, Yuuri felt himself lean back in his chair, now staring at the lit candles, the flames danced before his dark eyes.
Soon, it was as if he were drifting, Yuuri felt like he had taken a drug that kills the pain to such a high extent, that it made one tired…his eyelids felt heavy…yes…that was what it felt like.
His eyes felt clouded, but it wasn't completely overwhelming. Suddenly, heat washed over him.
Yuuri was getting a fever. He had gotten them so often since he had become pregnant, Yuuri could tell when they came.
"Your Majesty?" Gunter asked, concern clear in his voice.
The young king did not reply, far to dazed to even hear.
"Is something wrong Heika?" Conrad asked, now concerned for the kings wellbeing.
The young blonde prince stopped eating, eyes fixed on Yuuri.
Everyone turned to Wolfram, who didn't bother to say the young Maou's name.
He stood, rested his hand on Yuuri's forehead for a moment, shook his head, and pulled Yuuri out of the dinning hall wordlessly.
Cheri smiled, squealing silently in her head for how cute the two were.
Murata watched Wolfram and Yuuri…The blonde, who resembled the original Maou, and Yuuri, who looked similar to Murata himself,…Murata forced his eyes from the couple as the left.
It hurt.
They were so loving, Wolfram genuinely cared for and loved Yuuri.
It hurt.
Shinou rarely, well, never, showed him loving affection. Murata glued his eyes to his plate. He felt a warm sting in his eyes.
He was beginning to believe Shinou would never love him, the original Maou only lusted after him, never loved.
How was he supposed to tell Shinou about their child if the blue eyed blonde could never love him? They would never work, ever more so with a child looking up to them as examples.
Murata allowed his body to fall back onto his bed. His eyes closed, glasses on his desk across the room, he just wanted to sleep and forget Shinou... Forget everything.
Careful what you wish for…
The boy jolted up, eyes wide. He didn't know the voice, not that he didn't know who's it was, but he was uneasy by what it said.
"My sage," Murata's body jumped involuntarily again, turning to see Shinou standing in his doorway. "Are you alright?" His blue eyes fixed fully on him.
Murata opened his mouth to reply, but no sound emerged. He felt himself began to shake as if he were cold, he needed to tell him.
He had to. So it was now…or never…, Murata forced himself to look away from the taller man. He didn't chose never, he just chose not now.
"I'm fine." That was a pathetic lie and both men knew it.
He didn't know what else to say. He couldn't bring himself to explain himself…to tell the truth…to Shinou, he couldn't face it. Not now.
"My sage, I see through your lies." Shinou's voice held a certain tone that Murata refused to recognize, of course, his heart gave a small, sharp jerk at the tone.
Murata snapped his eyes shut to the point of pain. Hugging his knees as his heart beat faster against his will, he refused to allow what was happening make him fall to Shinou for help.
It is called pregnancy…
No. Murata opened his eyes to stare at the wall. He refused to place a name to what situation he was in. If he did…, if he did he would have to accept that it was Shinou's and then accept that Shinou would never love him.
No. Never. Never.
Shinou stepped forward towards the young sage, who noticed from the corner of his eye, he began to feel the same horrible pain he had before, he wished he had never known Shinou, never to have met him…he wished this pain had not ever happened, instead of backing away, Murata's body froze.
Yuuri groaned, waking up, he felt something warm and wet on his forehead, a cloth. A wet cloth.
Right.
He had gotten another fever.
The dark haired king angrily pulled himself from his bed. His comforter wrapped around his smaller body tightly. Bare feet hitting cold stone, he hissed. Yuuri looked around the large room with wide black eyes filled with confusion.
Oh. Right.
They had come back to Shin Makoku the other night, how could Yuuri of forgotten?
He suddenly felt sick and dizzy, he forced himself up, knowing Wolfram was not in bed with him. He had slept from dinner all the way to the next day…until noon.
Forcing himself to stand, despite how his legs shook and felt like jelly, much like how it felt after he and Wolfram would make love, he walked from his bed to the double doors of his room as he forced down a blush that brought the image of the two with it.
Only then did he notice that not only were his legs shaking, his whole body was.
His hands wouldn't remain still long enough for him to hold onto the door's handle and pull, Yuuri leaned himself on the door, feeling as if his legs would give out from under him at any moment.
Perhaps you should get back in bed.
Black eyes snapped open and narrowed. Couldn't Blood just leave him alone?
No. Go back to bed.
Yuuri tapped his forehead to the heavy door in front of him, as if trying to shut Blood up without physically touching the bastard.
He suddenly stopped as his legs collapsed beneath him. He now sat on the thin carpet before the door, his legs under him, his body continuing to tremble.
He felt a painfully strong urge to cry and never stop. He knew that feeling. He'd been away from Wolfram too long.
You have been avoiding him for a week.
His body hurt everywhere, his body was shaking uncontrollably, and he felt far to alone and depressed than he should.
Yuuri, you're pregnancy will end soon, try and bare with it a while longer…
That was as close to comforting words as Blood knew. He wanted the child to born more than any of them, he was tired.
Yuuri heard the man, but didn't reply, he was to lost in his black hole. The heavy door of his room opened, luckily, it was the door that he was not curled in front of.
A/N::: Poor Murata! I feel so bad for what's happened...*looks at you all* You'll find out soon enough. NO ONE GUESS! No spoiling! Once answer is revealed, you may say you knew it BUT until then, ZIP IT!
Forgive any errors. I don't want to re-read this.
Sorry for the long wait. Please forgive me. Tired to make this chapter as long as I could. So we've got two Yuuri and Wolfram scenes, one Murata and Shinou scene and one Gwendal scene. Hope you all enjoyed.
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