Give Wolfram Back To Me
A Kyou Kara Maoh Fanfiction.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot. Otherwise, this wouldn't be a fanfiction.
All rights belong to Tomo Takabayashi, Temari Matsumoto, and Studio Deen
Author's note: Just remember what I said in the 36th chapter update… if you don't remember, please read the author's not there again. Or you might wait for nothing.
(DO NOT SKIP) I MAY HAVE STARTED THIS CHAPTER WITH YUURI'S POV. BUT DON'T THINK THIS WILL BE ANOTHER CLIFF HANGER OF YUURI'S ANSWER. YUURI'S ANSWER IS REVEALED IN THIS CHAPTER. ENJOY ^_^
Chapter 42
Yuuri's POV
"Y-Yuuri!" Wolfram exclaimed and quickly broke free from my hold, regaining his composture.
"Are you okay, Wolfram? Is something bothering you?" I asked worriedly. "You were zoning out. It's so not like you. You can always tell me, you know."
"Ah… no. Umh… I'm fine. Really. I just spaced out a bit." Wolfram said, trying to cover it off.
"Oh, okay. If you say so… Anyway, where are you going? I heard that you're going to tour the girls around here… done already?" I asked. How odd for Wolfram to be too absorbed on his own thoughts…
"Umh… not yet. I'm not feeling that well right now. I got tired a bit and I'm going to retire to my room for a while. I can always continue the tour later if they still want to." Wolfram replied. He thought that he got away now… he just didn't know that what he said made me even more worried.
"Y-You're not feeling well?! Should I use my healing maryoku?!" I quickly grabbed Wolfram's hand and started pouring healing maryoku on Wolfram. Did he really feel that bad to admit to someone else that he's not feeling well?
"Uh, there's no need for that, Yuuri. I just need to rest." Wolfram said retracting his hand. Still being stubborn, I see.
"Okay, I'll accompany you to your room." I said while circling one of my arm around Wolfam's waist.
"Whoa!" Wolfram tried to broke free again but I didn't let it this time. "Yuuri! What do you think you're doing?! Let go! What will others think if they see us?!" he's still prying out of his fiancé's hold… With the blush and all of course.
"I'm not gonna let go, Wolfram. You're not feeling well. You said that yourself… Actually, what got me worried is that you never admitted being sick or feeling unwell before! And what's the big deal? I'm just going to accompany you to your room? I guess that it will just be normal for others to see a person supporting his fiancée who is not feeling well." I said as he started to walk and drag along Wolfram towards the latter's room.
Along the way…
"What's gotten in you?" Wolfram whispered. I am quite surprised to hear that question. But I know it's directed at me, so I answered.
"Worry." Wolfram was surprise receiving a reply. Why was he even surprised? He shouldn't ask the question in the first place. He didn't utter another word after that and just let me take him to his chambers.
We finally reached his room. I told him to sit on the bed then I went to his wardrobe.
What the heck is this place! Now I'm not sure if this is a wardrobe or a clothes shop. I sighed and went on to doing what I'm supposed to do. I got out of the wardrobe when I finally found what I'm looking for and hand it to my fiancée.
"What's that for?" he asked. Was he planning on sleeping in that outfit?
"Just take it and wear it. You'll be more comfortable with this when you rest." I said insisting for him to take the clothing.
He reached out and inspected it. It was a nightgown. He suddenly smiled, and I suddenly had butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
"I figured you would be more comfortable to lie down and sleep wearing this than that." I said with confidence. But then, I suddenly lost all confidence when I thought that Wolf will be changing clothes next so I said, stuttering…"Umh… I- uh… I"ll turn around if you're uncomfortable… its okay." I went to the farthest opposite corner of the room pretending to be amused by the things there and didn't look at him.
"I'm done." he said a few minutes later. I started to walk back to him. He was about to fold the used clothes.
"Ah! Let me do that for you! You lie down and rest. Take a nap…" I said and started to fold his clothes. He laughed a bit. It was melodic.
"A king must not serve those who are inferior to him like he was their helper or slave. Let me do it." he said, trying to take the clothes from me. But I won't have him do the work while he's not feeling well. He should be resting for goodness sake!
"No. Like I said, I'll do it. And besides… it's not like you're inferior to me. You're also a maou. You're the 28th maou!" I said.
"You're saying it as if I outrank you." he commented. Well, it's true, isn't it?
"Don't you? Like how I, the 27th maou, outrank the 26th maou. It's logical to this that you as the 28th one outrank me." I said.
"I'm not crowned yet, wimp." I suddenly felt happiness. I've been wanting to hear that nickname.
"Yes, you were. You were already in reign." I still retorted back, hoping to win this argument.
"But I stepped down. That nullifies your argument. Now, give me that." he said and when he motion to take the clothes from me, I moved it away from him.
"Okay, fine. You won that argument. But you're also my fiancée. You always say that you look after me because I am your betrothed, then let me do the same to you. I also have the right to look after you. And it weirds me out that you brought up the topic about being king and inferior… You never cared about position before." I said and continued to fold his clothes. I finished folding and put it on the laundry basket.
"Why are you suddenly like this?" he asked.
"Huh? What are you talking about?" I asked back as I make my way towards him again. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for his response.
"It's just that… before, you would cringe and squeak with the slightest mention of our engagement and would insist that it was an accident… But now, you say that we're fiancés like you never opposed the idea before. Back then, you would try to get away from me as much as you can… Now, you would hug me; circle your arms around my waist… Back then, you've never treated in a special way… but now, you're pulling chair for me, asking me if something's wrong, having fight with someone just because of me, volunteering to accompany me to bed… W-why? It's confusing me, Yuuri." I can't believe he's asking me this. For how long was this bothering him already?
". . . " I was actually shocked by what he just said and is only still digesting it but I guess he ran out of patience… Not the patience from what he just asked… I know it. It's the patience for actually hoping and waiting for me.
"Answer me, Yuuri! Why!? What changed, Yuuri!? Is this out of pity!? Tell me! It's confusing me, Yuuri! And it's making me hope even though I don't want to! And it scares me that I might just get hurt yet again… Please Yuuri. Don't do this to me." He just exploded right there and then… but it's not just that. He's actually crying. And man do I feel bad! I feel so damn guilty for making the strong Wolfram von Bielefeld into this crying fragile angel infront of me.
I … I don't want him to be like this. I want him to just be like he used to be… always throwing fireballs at me and calling me a wimp… putting me in a head lock and calling me a cheater. I don't want to see him cry… I want to see him smile.
On instinct, I wrapped my arms around him… and I not going to argue with myself if this is right. He needed this. I can't just ignore how he needed comfort. And I won't. I would even gladly be his punching bag if he wants to let all his frustrations out on me. I would gladly receive all of his hits.
I held him tight, like telling him he's not alone. I let him bury his face on my shoulder. I want for him to depend on me more. I won't judge him if he shows me his weak moments. It would never change that I think he's one of the strongest people I've ever met.
A couple minutes have passed and I answered his question.
"Wolfram I-" I already started. But why did my voice seem to stop working? I can't turn back now! I need to give him an answer. When he heard that I started to speak, he looked pulled away from the hug and looked at me.
I cleared my throat and tried once more.
"Wolfram… I- I'm not sure yet of how I feel… but… I think I'm in love with you."
Shinou's POV (Shin Makoku- Shinou's Temple)
"Oh… how interesting. I see. That's his move." I said out loud while looking at the oracle bowl.
"So what? We still aren't sure of the outcome." My sage retorted. He's beside me, watching over the others as well who are in Hexzalia. Ulrike is with us as well.
I chuckled and faced him.
"Well you see, that move is just what I needed." I told him.
"Then, Shinou Heika… do you mean that…" Ulrike started.
"Yes, Ulrike. I can finally see a preferred outcome." I smiled devilishly. "Murata… It's time for us to meddle to secure that outcome. I want you to do something for me."
"And pray tell me, what do you want me to do?" he narrowed his eyes on me suspiciously.
"First I want you to head over there… when you arrive there, I will communicate with you once again to tell you what you have to do." I said.
"Why not tell me now?!" he demanded.
"If I tell you now, I can assure you that you can never hide from anyone no matter how much you try that you are planning something. It will be better if you will arrive there without showing anything that can raise their suspicion." I said.
"You don't trust my acting?! Seriously!?" he exclaimed. "After my acting with the Soushou!?"
I gave him a look that says all that he needs as an answer. He shook his head in disbelief while looking at me wide eyed. I then smiled at him like I didn't offend him or something.
"Anyway, Shinou Heika, I want to ask… Why is it that you needed Yuuri Heika's response to Wolfram-kaka's question? Is it so important that it didn't let you foresee the future?" Ulrike asked me.
"Why yes, Ulrike. It is the most important element here." I answered.
"Oh, I see now! It's not actually that you can't foresee the future before. I get it!" Murata exclaimed out of nowhere.
"Geika?" Ulrike is now curious as well on what got Murata spiked.
"You see Ulrike… Shinou Heika and I cannot really foresee the actual future." He started. I smiled… I see he got the first piece of my puzzle.
"H-how… Then how were you able to foresee and predict the future 4000 years from your time?! How are you to know who should be the next Maoh of our country? You weren't just picking randomly in hopes that the maoh you chose will do your country good, weren't you?" Ulrike asked a bit panicky.
"No, no, Ulrike… what he mean is… we can not foresee the ACTUAL FUTURE… but we will be able to foresee a future if we will meddle with it. Meaning, if we would change the future." I said in Murata's place.
"Exactly, once we start to meddle with it or even while we're just planning to meddle with it, we will be able to foresee the future that has been produced by our meddling. From there, we could bend the future into our will for as long as we want then we can just let the future be if we're finally contented on how it came to." He finished.
"You are not able to see the real future but if you cause the future to change, you will be able to see its outcome." Looks like Ulrike finally understand.
"Yes. But the only things that we can't meddle are matters that concern the feelings of people. We can choose the next maou… we can choose if it's time for another maou… we can choose if there will be a flood… we can choose if there will be a drought. But we cannot choose who a person will fall in love with. We cannot choose who a person will get jealous with… We cannot choose who a person will lust for. Anything that involves emotion is beyond our reach." I explained further.
"Now back to what I'm saying…. It's not that you can't foresee that future… It's just that there's an element in that prediction that's missing! The final piece of the preferred future you're talking about is Shibuya's feelings for Lord von Bielefeld!" He really did found out the first piece to my puzzle. As expected of my sage.
"Yes. And now that I've secured the bog hole in my prediction… I can now make my move to meddle and bend the future into our will. We will help our young maou get his fiancée back from the kidnappers." I said and my sage made his way out of the room we are in… probably to prepare for his departure.
(To Be Continued) I hope you like it. Happy Halloween everybody!