Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kyou Kara Maou
Kyou Kara Maou crossed over with Kuroshitsuji ((Black Butler))
Story description; Yuuri is not only the Demon King of Shin Makoku, but also a demon who, isn't required to serve Ciel, but helps out when he becomes bored with his family and wants to avoid Kingly work. Sebastian is the one who offered the chance to do so awhile before he became king and Yuuri still comes around.
This story is mostly Kyou Kara Maou, I love Kuroshitsuji too, therefore, this story is born.
Re-read the other chapters, they've been re-written so, yeah. ^-^
Thunder boomed, seeming to shake the large house, the flash of lightening blared and blinded anyone who was looking to the window. Wolfram lay in bed, buried under the dark blankets, forming a cocoon.
His mind wondered back to when Yuuri had first arrived to Blood Pledge Castle, how the two of them had gotten engaged, and all their fights of what now seemed like trivial things. His body slowly began to relax as sleep over came him.
Wolfram felt a warm hand on his bare shoulder and shifted to get closer to the warmth. Yuuri's dark eyes fixed themselves to the beautiful blonde now only half-asleep beside him.
He hadn't been able to sleep, concerned for how the blonde felt and had wanted to just talk to the boy, assure him he wasn't any different. Yuuri leaned down to brush his lips across Wolfram's forehead and he felt the blonde wiggle closer to him unknowingly.
"Wolfram," Yuuri cooed softly in the blonde's ear, the almost sleeping boy shifted and then became stiff at the sound of Yuuri's voice.
The blonde's eyes never opened, if anything, Wolfram shut his eyes more tightly. Yuuri felt a pain in his chest and stretched out beside Wolfram and wrapped his left arm over his waist and his right arm under his head and hugged him closely.
"Open your eyes." Yuuri whispered lovingly, sweetly, calmingly once more in the blondes ear.
The blonde's body began to tremble in clear evidence that the blonde was attempting his best efforts to resist his young king.
"Wolfram, please. Open your eyes." the kings hand, of it own accord, moved to brush across the blondes cheek and brushed a few strands of golden hair from his forehead.
Wolfram unwillingly opened his eyes halfway, Yuuri only wanted to offer the blonde comfort, seeing at how scared the blonde was acting. Wolfram drew in a sharp breath at the sight of the dark haired boy beside him. His black uniform was unbuttoned at the top, his eyes glazed over with an emotion Wolfram was almost scared to identify.
"Ah…" Wolfram turned his head. "Yuuri…"
Yuuri pulled his hand away gently, watching Wolfram carefully. His voice was a soft note blended with fear and confusion. Yuuri looked down at th blonde, his arms tightened, he could feel the other body shaking slightly, Wolfram's hair was splayed everywhere, his deep green eyes were half closed and slightly glazed.
Yuuri could easily read Wolfram was afraid, and Yuuri knew it was because of the fight that happened a few hours back.
Feeling that at this point in time, nothing could reassure the prince, Yuuri kissed his forehead gently, "Sleep well." Yuuri whispered, making sure the blonde had complied in falling asleep, and walked out, shutting the door quietly.
Sitting in the cold night air on the front stone steps, Yuuri looked out to the yard. "Maybe I shouldn't have brought them here," He whispered to the air.
"Why do you say that?"
Yuuri looked to his side, Sebastian stood in the door-way behind and slightly to the left of Yuuri with his arms crossed over his chest, a smile touching his lips.
"Sometimes, not knowing is better than knowing." Yuuri answered, not looking at the older demon who now sat beside him.
The butler nodded. "True, knowing to much is a burden, often makes people become indifferent because those people don't know any other way to deal with their emotions that the knowledge inflects."
Yuuri narrowed his eyes and turned his head in a very Wolfram like fashion, crossing his arms over his chest. "Sometimes, Sebastian, you advice makes me want to strangle you."
Eyes widened, Yuuri looked over to the red-eyed demon. "I've never heard you laugh…" He murmured in awe.
Sebastian stood and dusted himself off. "I should be going." He said as he walked down the front steps, looking at his golden pocket watch.
"Wait…Where are you going?" Yuuri asked, standing up and running to catch up to the other.
"No where."
"Why aren't you telling me?" Yuuri asked, moving to stand in front of the other.
"I said and you even said before, knowing isn't always best." Sebastian walked away, leaving a fuming Yuuri behind.
Where is he going?
The sun filtered in though the large window, Ciel sat at his desk in the study looking over some documents that was sent to him for business.
He had made no comment when the blonde fiancé of Yuuri moved to sit on the window ledge behind his desk. Ciel noticed that the three older men were browsing the shelves of books along the walls, he again, said nothing.
He truly didn't mind, his thoughts were wondering where Sebastian was, he had left to do something late last night. Ciel couldn't remember what the butler went to do, the demon hadn't told him anything about it.
"Careful, some of the books may fall apart on contact they're so old." the twelve-year-old child said as he continued to read through the papers on his desk. Conrad answered 'of course.' and Gwendal nodded. Gunter said nothing, he was looking over one book carefully.
Wolfram continued to sit by the window, his knees drawn up to his chest half-way, his arms laying across his lap. His head turned toward the outside, his head resting on the wooden frame. It was about ten in the morning and he hadn't seen Yuuri anywhere.
Where had he gone? A painful twist in his chest made him gasp, he didn't shift his gaze or lift his head to see if anyone had heard, he didn't care at the moment. He didn't know if the pain was of jealously or fear, but what ever it was, he hated feeling it.
He knew he had never shown his killer side to anyone, let alone Wolfram, so he understood how the blonde Bishonen felt. It was similar to the feeling Yuuri had experienced when he first went into his killing-mode.
Yuuri had been so afraid he had stopped moving, his body frozen. His mind had gone numb, which had allowed his other self to fully take over.
At first he refused to cope with it, tricking himself into believing it was a dream, though of course, he was now more OK with it than he had been years ago…
The young teen walked down the halls of the Phantomhive manner quietly. He had decided when he had woken up not to go near Wolfram for awhile. If he pushed to hard, he didn't know what would happen, but had a feeling it wouldn't be good.
Yuuri had sensed the blonde, along with all the others, were afraid or at least uncertain and so he kept his distance.
He wasn't sure if the others were just as unsure around him as Wolfram or not, but he wasn't going to risk all of them fearing him. "Shibuya?"
Yuuri turned half around, his black eyes now rested on his friend Ken Murata. "Murata. What's up?"
The dark black almost blue haired boy was standing a few feet away from Yuuri, his eyes hidden behind the glare of light of his glasses.
"I haven't seen you all day…what gives?"
Yuuri smiled. "Not afraid of me?"
"I've known you for years…"
"Right." Yuuri nodded. "Wolfram needs some distance from me since the fight in the ally and I'm not sure how everyone else feels." Yuuri answered, smiled sadly at his friend and walked away.
Murata was left standing in the dim lit hallway watching the other walk away. "Life is getting complicated." He said to himself quietly and then turning to walk back to the study.
Everyone sat around the dinner table, all but Yuuri. "Where's Shibuya?" Murata asked, looking around the room. No one answered, no one knew the answer.
"Sorry, Sebastian and I have been tracking down some killer." Everyone turned to the door of the dinning room to see Yuuri standing in the doorway.
"Another killer?" Ciel asked, wasn't he owner of a toy factory? He was starting to think he was a detective or something.
Yuuri sighed and Sebastian rolled his eyes at Yuuri's lie. Truth be told, Yuuri had been avoiding everyone by just wondering around the estate and had no idea what the butler had been up to.
"We told you this before we left." Yuuri lied again as he turned to leave, half waving before he disappeared out the door into the hallway.
"You said nothing." Ciel mumbled lazily, watching Yuuri leave.
Ciel lay in his large fluffy looking bed, his eyes closed. He listened to the sound of Sebastian walking through the room, closing the curtains, and walking back to exit the room.
The blue-eyed boy officially hated himself. He shouldn't feel the way he did. He shouldn't find himself wanting Sebastian.
He gave a small sigh, annoyed with himself. After a moment, he heard the door close softly and he opened his eyes, waited a moment and then sat up.
He couldn't sleep, he couldn't risk another one of those dreams. He shook his head, his dark hair flying this way and that with each shake of his head.
He knew the dreams he had were idiotic and wrong, he was engaged and he wasn't dreaming about Lizzy, no, he had to be dreaming about a certain demon butler and why?
Why did he dream about Sebastian? And dream about…Ciel threw himself back, landing on his bed like Christ on the cross. His dark hair splayed wildly on the white fluff of a pillow.
The young boy knew he'd have to ask Yuuri on this, since Yuuri most likely went though the same thing, or maybe Wolfram? Ciel closed his big blue eyes and took a breath, realizing his heart was racing.
Gunter, Conrad and Gwendal sat alone at the table a few hours after dinner. Murata had gone off to bed and they hadn't seen their King since before dinner.
"I don't think he's any different than before. He acts like he does in Shin Makoku." Gunter said softly, not that anyone would hear anyway.
"But he is different." Wolfram's voice was almost non-existent, everyone turned their heads to see the young blonde in his pink nightgown.
Conrad had thought his young brother dressed in the frilly gown to please Yuuri, now, he wasn't sure that was the reason.
"Can't sleep?" Conrad asked and Wolfram didn't bothering answering. He was up wasn't he?
"I don't think its of to much concern," Gunter continued as Wolfram made his way to sit at the far end of the table, far from the three adults.
Yuuri watched the four from the stairwell for a few hours before they finally decided to retire for the night.
Wolfram was walking up the steps slowly, as if his body didn't want to move. Half way up the steps he noticed Yuuri sitting at the top on the square shaped pillar at the top of the railing.
The young blonde stood frozen on the steps like a deer caught in headlights. Emerald eyes large, surprised with a hint of fear.
Yuuri made no movement, not wanting to scare the blonde, then realizing being still may add to the fear of his fiancé. A dark house, everyone far from hearing distance, yeah. Adding to the spooky setting.
He wanted to talk to him, needed to. He didn't want to be afraid of Yuuri, he hated it. He loved Yuuri and if he continued to be afraid…he would have to call off the engagement, and he didn't want that.
Yuuri tilted his head to one side, he figured it was the only movement he could do without scaring Wolfram.
He wondered what his prince was thinking, he debated on whether or not to read the thoughts of the blonde and quickly decided against it.
"Wolf…Can we talk?" Yuuri himself was afraid the blonde would say no or worse, run from him.
He would of course, want to chase after the other boy, and at the moment, believed he would and that would scare the blonde further.
Wolfram blinked, his focus now back to what was happening. "Yuuri…I…" He should say it. He needed to. But instead, he only nodded.
The young Mazoku took a few steps up the stairs and once at the top, stood a few steps away from the boy sitting on the spiller.
Yuuri slipped down from his perch and smiled in the most reassuring smile. He held out a hand toward his fiancé and at first, Wolfram looked as if he wouldn't take the hand offered. After a few moments, which felt like hours, of silence, Wolfram placed his hand gently in Yuuri's.
The young double black king turned slowly, gently tugging on the hand in his, telling the blonde to follow him.
Wolfram didn't move for a moment, then took a breath and narrowed his green eyes. He wasn't afraid. He wouldn't let so called fear ruin his life and relationship, he had nothing to fear…right?
A/N::: Towards the end of the chapter I felt like crying and asked 'will it ever end!?!' because I copy and pasted the original to re-write it and so, it looked like it just wouldn't end, it's one am here and so, I'm tired but wanted to finish this before cause tomorrow I wanted to work on chapter five…
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