KKM:
Shorts::Holiday
White Day Wash Out
By: Lotus Curtiss
(Michelle)
It was an expected outcome...a blasting heat of accusation hurled his way no sooner than a fraction of a second that his office door had been opened. It was the usual random complaints that really did not concern him till he looked up into stewing inquisitive eyes of a raging emerald sea. Come again? What was he just asked?
"What are you going to get me for this White Day holiday thing?" It came again, a little more intense than the first time it was asked.
"Where did you learn about this?"
"Well, Mama told me about it the last time we were on Earth." What was his own Mother up too? Telling Wolfram about Earth specific holidays, it was his own deduction that she was trying to build a stronger bond between them so that they would eventually have to marry. It felt like he was going to lose what little he ate for lunch just an hour ago.
"I had not even thought about Earth's holidays being celebrated here other than the Mothers and Fathers Day ones that had been declared not too long ago. Does the Demon Kingdom even have a day that celebrates love?"
"Ah, that is..." He fell silent. "There is..." He blushed in embarrassment.
"Go on."
"It's the Spirit Music Festival." He deepened in color so bad that he thought that Wolframs face was going to turn purple. "It only comes around once every seven years...the reason behind it is to encourage the young generation t-too," This was a first, a stutter. "M-marry and e-elope."
Now he thought that the world was crashing down. This act was encouraged? He raised a brow. For a kingdom so steeped in tradition, surely this would be frowned upon however, it looks as if they turn the cheek the other way in this regard. "So that's why you asked about "White Day," you want it to collide with the Spirit Music Festival?" Earning an earnest nod.
He remembered how Wolfram forced poorly made chocolate too sweetened bitter down his throat a couple month back as a sign of love for Valentine Day. He wanted something in return and that was to make it official between them.
"Wolfram," For the sake of his own dignity, he had more than managed to keep Wolframs attempts from getting into his pants, into a mastered skill. And this noble would more or less try to force something on him to accomplish that goal even using guilt for this day alone. "The festival over all, what are the details per sae before this, ahem, elopement or marriage thing occurs? And before you get too excited in answering, I am only asking this because this is a Holiday that I have not heard about, so give all sides of the die, not just one flat sheet of paper. I need to fully understand the logistics." Smart move. Shogi pieces. Shogi.
He nodded and notated down everything and went over it time and time again, though the Noble Brat had decided to sleep in a separate room till then and declared that if he had not done anything by the time of the Spirit Music Festival that he would be back in his bed the day following. Persistent Brat. Done anything? That was an invitation for all allowances. Even...there was no set in stone command. He only wanted something for White Day only and that was all he was going to give him. Small gift. Small. Not his pants though.
Day of Spirit Music Festival...
He had Ewe make a small, three inch cake then he took a flower of white petals with a black face and placed it on top.
"Nothing personal, Wolfram." He whispered then placed a card scrolled in the Demon Kingdoms alphabet. "This is only for White Day as you requested with a little bit of the tradition of the Spirit Music Festival added in."
Going to the room Wolfram had so temporarily taken up, he left it in the center of the table, a simple plain brown box then dashed from room. Making sure that no one spot him going or leaving for the sake of the matter. He rounded a corner and nearly crashed into his guardian, only to be caught and pulled in before he had a chance to fall to his behind.
"Your Majesty." He quickly shushed him and towed him along by the wrist back to his chambers.
"Help me out to the city tonight. I already know about the festival and I want to see my people have joy." There was a smile that said it all.
Good grief, the wig was hot on his head had not the long locks been pulled up into a ponytail to allow his neck to cool. He could feel rivulets of sweat drip from his hairline and down his back. Opting for a tunic style shirt, pants and boots to blend in with the people.
"How are you doing?" Came a question that he gave a wry smile at, the discomfort of heat frying his brain right now...unbearable "We'll get something to drink now."
He watched the city folk dance to sweet melodies of romance and a small stage was erected for a theatrical act, some how seemed to be of "Romeo and Juliet," this worlds version of course. He smiled. He loved this world. He loved this kingdom. He loved its people. It was all beautiful. After drinking a glass of fruit flavored water and a few snacks of dumplings and molasses bread slices to rehydrate and fill their stomachs. They looked on from above on top of the check point gate in the middle of the city.
"This is what I love." He whispered though it was nearly drowned out by the music and merriment of the city below.
"Your Majesty." He smiled at the Guardian with due diligence. "Yuuri."
"It seems that my passion for the people burns as much as yours does." Stretching long and hard, reaching for the sky above his head on his toes before a sigh of relief escaped.
"It does. Yuuri, however my passion is far greater and far reaching inside my heart."
"Guess I can't let myself become out done then." He laughed. "Though you have a head start on me."
"Yuuri." It was a tone, a sound, sultry, velvet, fierce, gentle melody that caused his brain to halt in time and search for chocolate brown eyes; nearly taking his own breath away. "For the longest time, since you were only a baby, I have loved you more than you know. Loved you more than I have dared let myself with out risking hurting you. And on this Festival, the concept of love is open, all types of loves, people are allowed to express who they love to anyone regardless of social status or rank or blood. People are allowed to free the chains and shackles from their hearts, let it run unfettered, for the past two festivals the ache grew since you were no where near and now..." There was a pause as he produced a single flower of stunning blue petals. "I can remove those restraints even if its just for a few minutes to sincerely say "I love you" with out having to mask it behind a saying. I love you Yuuri. Please grant me a few selfish moments to give more of my heart to you."
"Conrad." He could feel his eyes soften, he understood what the knight was saying, conveying. Yearning. It made his own heart ache to the point where it was going to burst on him, he had felt this sensation not too long ago, seven and a half-ish years ago multiple times. So this was love? True love? Pure love? Love love? Tears stung his eyes. "Damn it, you took the good part." He chuckled and produced a flower of yellow petals and a large black face. "You can have more moments with me. You can give me your heart, all of it. Cause I want to give you all of mine too. I love you Conrad." Then he held out the flower whose name was Yuuri's Innocence.
The free hands wrapped around the other to claim the flower, however, they could not let go. Heat surged in both of their hands Ah, love, this passionate love. Then the guardian moved and pulled him in, mouth claiming his so perfectly. From the corner of his eye, he could see the flower whose name was Conrart Standing Tall in his hand. Love made people do stupid things, it also made people do things though not worth notating or mentioning and made people do things that ended in bad results. But love if wielded right, can make a person stronger than they really are. This love was pure love, love love, true love.
"Conrad, you already gave me your heart, long ago over and over again." He smiled as sharp cool air filled their lungs. "Tonight, was my turn." Chuckling as he pressed foreheads together intimately. "I love you."
A smile spread across the face he knew so well, so gentle and always smiling so full of love for him. "I love you."
With a sheepish grin on both of their faces, they ran from the check point gate, hands held tight and laughing. Not one moment to lose. Not one second. They had collided over sheets of a little bed and breakfast tucked somewhere in the city.
Meanwhile...At Blood Pledge Castle...in Wolframs chambers...
The nobleman was silently leaning against a corner down the hall, spying on his own room, to see if the visitor he wanted would show himself. Perhaps they were waiting on him already or waiting that he would be in the room first. There was no way he could creep into his room before hand. Fed up with waiting, he marched down the hall and threw the door open and looked about. No one. Well, perhaps they were shy and wanted him in his room first to make it a clandestine encounter to have the whole castle gossiping before the next morning. Wolfram paced his room after changing into the pink night shift of his usual sleep attire. How scandalous.
Flopping onto the bed. It felt like his stomach was turning -or was it just nerves- he rolled from one side to the next, trying one seductive pose after the other, grumbling and groaning that it did not feel right. Heated fumes filled his head till he shouted in frustration about the visitor being late. That's when he spied a light brown and small parcel box on the table. What was this? What could it be? A pre-gift before the gift? Something to make it fun? A tease? He leapt from the bed and approached it with caution. And then slowly opened it too see a small cake with a tiny desert spork provided. Something sweet to give energy. Pfft, like he would need that.
He dug in, not noticing the flower that he had sporked off the cake that landed on the table next to a small letter the was poking out from underneath the sweet. He sighed, mind going wild with who knows what as he finished it off and polished the fork clean. Hand resting the spork down on the table to give himself a few moments chill out, no need to get too excited yet. His thumbed shifted and touched paper that he promptly pulled out. And read through.
"Wolfram, as it stands, you only made a request for White Day. This is in return for Valentine Day. - Sincerely, Yuuri" He read it again to be sure he was not misreading. "P.S. I was hoping to tell you something else. So as a little nod to the Spirit Music Festival, there was a flower given."
He looked up at the flower to see its large white petals and small black face staring at him. "...So, I can only be his friend..." The flower continued to watch him. "Was I perhaps too intimidating too...no...on Spirit Music Festival, the rules of love have a say...I am not the one he truly loves..." It stared. "He has another that fills his heart." Like an eye. "I can only surmise with out probable reason."
For the first time, he felt mature, wise. Even he has to understand the rules of love and on the Spirit Music Festival, though they are not there, they are. He looked out to the bright lights of the festival in the city glowing beyond the walls. He had already lost that fight to some one else before he even meet Yuuri.
"Good night Yuuri. Good night Conrart." Boy, was he going to slam the Maou with questions when he returns. As friend that is.
#A.N. I had originally not planed to write the ending as so but the words and phrases I wanted worked out in the end. It was to be more theatrical but Wolfram does have a mature side from what I have seen so far and has clarity from time to time. -Despite his brash, snobish, noblistic attitude that gets on my nerves-
