FIC: The Admirer and the Sage (Chapter 2: Who's That Man?)
Title: The Admirer and the Sage (Chapter 2: Who's That Man?)
Author: Batty_Gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: T+ - eventually M
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram x Murata
Word Count:1981
Fic Type: Ongoing
Summary: After an annoying week of dealing with a weird-acting Murata, Wolfram returns to his room to brood alone -- or so he thought.
Prior Chapters: 1
The Admirer and the Sage
Chapter 2: Who's That Man?
“Ah, I'm so tired,” Wolfram moaned as he trudged into his room from the baths. The day had been long and hard, and he was worn out. He wanted to throw himself on the bed and sleep as long as he could. He pulled the towel from his waist and tossed it aside. He picked up his night clothing, looked at them, and sighed.
Pale yellow and sensible was his opinion of them. Gone was the pink frilly thing that he had worn to bed with Yuuri for years. The first thing he did after breaking his engagement for the final time was burn the stupid thing, which had served - or rather, not served - its purpose.
He wasn't sad to see it go, however. He hadn't liked the thing; he only wore it in an attempt to get Yuuri's attention. It had gotten his attention alright, just not in the way that Wolfram intended. He sighed again as he pulled the pajama pants on. He cast the top aside because he was already hot, and didn't want the extra fabric getting in his way.
After flopping down on the bed without bothering to pull back the covers and get in, Wolfram stared up at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. The past week had been chaotic due to the Great Sage injuring himself, and Wolfram's return to his normal routine after Murata had gotten better had been most welcome.
It wasn't that Wolfram disliked the Sage, but it had been annoying to watch over him. Physically, he had healed properly, but there was something off about the way he was acting. The others had been so worried about him that they moved him into a room in the castle temporarily, and Wolfram stayed in - or, rather, was nominated to stay in - Murata's room while keeping watch over him.
The other man had severe nightmares though, sometimes screaming out in his sleep. If he didn't scream, he'd mumble things that Wolfram didn't understand, and would often cry. He felt pity for the Sage, and understood that having lived through so many lifetimes and having experienced so much pain had been hard on him.
What he didn't understand, however, was Murata's constant come-ons to him. They often came out of nowhere; one minute he would be laying there and taking it easy, the next he would be doing his best to touch Wolfram in the most inappropriate of ways. Initially, Wolfram had shared a bed with the other man, but after being startled out of his sleep one night due to the Sage's hands roaming in places where they did not belong, Wolfram had taken to sleeping on the floor instead. And, whenever Wolfram would try to confront the other man about his advances, he would feign ignorance, as if nothing had happened.
It had been maddening to Wolfram, who was sexually frustrated to begin with. He had practically skipped out of Murata's temporary room with his things when the others had finally agreed with him that the Sage was alright and could return to the shrine. He knew that if he had stayed with the other man any longer, he probably would have ended up doing something that they'd both have regretted.
Besides, as far as Wolfram had been concerned, that would have been taking advantage of the Sage. He was all too aware, as Yuuri had pointed out to him frequently when he complained about being sexually harassed by Murata, that the other man was interested in girls only. Every one chalked his behavior up to being a result of the injury, and essentially told him to bear with it. He gritted his teeth upon remembering how the others had been completely inconsiderate of his situation.
In his opinion, they always took his feelings lightly, as if they didn't matter at all. Sometimes he wondered why he even stayed at the castle anymore; it essentially amounted to putting himself through unnecessary abuse and heartache. Wolfram knew he would be more than welcome back in the Bielefeld territory, as his uncle stressed each time they crossed paths.
Not for the first time in his life, Wolfram seriously considered taking his uncle up on his offer. He was never one to run away from his problems, which was one of the reasons why he didn't leave immediately after renouncing his engagement with Yuuri. As badly as he wanted to leave, he stayed anyway. As much as it hurt him to be so close to someone he loved, who didn't return his feelings, he still stood by his side.
Perhaps the easiest thing to do would have been to leave then, but Wolfram couldn't bring himself to do that to Yuuri. The other boy may have been dense, indifferent to his romantic overtures, and didn't return his feelings, but through all that he was Wolfram's friend and insisted that he stay by his side. The blond knew that if he left at that time, their friendship would have ended completely - and he was unwilling to toss it out.
So he stuck around and toughed the roughest part out. He gave Yuuri his freedom, which the other man hesitated on using at first out of fear that Wolfram would flip. Wolfram let him see how serious he was by not showing much of a reaction at all as Yuuri tested the waters of his newfound single status, even when it cut him deeply. From simply smiling at women, to dancing with them and flirting, Wolfram watched as Yuuri experienced it all, and didn't show him any reaction other than a small smile of encouragement when the other man looked at him, unsurely.
It was painful to watch, but it paid off. The pain of not having his love returned was still partially there, but Wolfram had matured enough to where it wouldn't get in the way of his friendship with Yuuri. Where he had been unsure before, he knew now for certain that even if he were in Bielefeld territories he would always be Yuuri's friend. Now that he had resolved that issue with Yuuri, Wolfram didn't see a reason to continue to stick around - especially since his other reason for staying - Greta - had left to live with Hube and Nicola to help out with their growing family.
As he internally battled with himself for the umpteenth time on whether to stay or go, sleep started to overtake him. His eyes grew heavy and started to close, and he rolled over onto his right side. He was close to slipping off to dreamland, and was so very willing to give in to the night that he didn't bother to extinguish the candles that were lit on the stands beside his bed. He was almost gone until he felt a presence in his room.
Before he could turn over to see just what it was, he heard a heavily accented voice speak to him.
“Someone as beautiful as you should not be sleeping alone. I would love to join you, if you would have me,” a male voice said, sexily.
Wolfram, who had been so close to sleep just seconds before, was instantly alert. He rolled over quickly to see who the perpetrator of such a suggestive remark directed towards his way was.
He was shocked to see a man with long brown hair, wearing a half-mask and foreign clothing, standing in his room. He was too stunned to say anything, and watched with a wide-eyed expression as the man inched over to the bed towards him.
“Beautiful Wolfram, you shouldn't be alone. Your body deserves more than to be cold and lonely,” he said in his funny, at least to Wolfram, accent. He licked his lips. “Let me be the one to warm you up,” he said in a velvety voice.
Wolfram recovered from his initial shock, and let out a scream of rage slightly mixed with terror. As he jumped up to attack, the man laughed at him and quickly fled his room, closing the door after himself. Wolfram was furious, and without even bothering to put on shoes or change into something more appropriate, charged after the man while wearing just his pajama bottoms.
He threw open his door to pursue the intruder, but there was no one in the hallway. He contemplated on which way to go, and since he heard the footstep of guards coming towards him from around the right corner., went around the left. That hallway was also empty, and he was about to continue his search had not his brother Gwendal rounded the corner at the end of that corridor
“Wolfram, what's wrong? I heard you scream,” his brother said.
“There's an intruder in the castle! A masked man! He was in my room!” Wolfram exclaimed, still angry and miffed at someone having the audacity to pull such an act on him. He was about to go around his brother and continue his pursuit until the guards from the other hallway rounded the corner behind him.
“What's wrong?” one of the guards asked.
“There's an intruder in the castle, a masked man!” Wolfram said to the guards. “Find him now!”
For several hours, the guards of the castle, and several others, searched and searched for the intruder, but he was nowhere to be found. Wolfram, who was still angry and visibly shaken, stayed in Gwendal's office with Yuuri and under Günter's protection as the search took place. He was still barefoot and in his pajama bottoms only, but upon seeing how enraged the young Mazoku was, no one dared to point this out to him.
Finally, after a sleepless night, and with the sun threatening to spill over the horizon, the guards reported that they had completely searched the grounds and the castle and had come up with nothing. This made Wolfram even more livid, and he ranted and laid into the people around him in a way he hadn't done in a long time. He couldn't believe that someone was able to breach security enough to invade the castle and come into his room to sexually harass him!
He gave the guards a few more moments of a tongue lashing about lax security before childishly stomping off towards his bedroom. He was too proud to admit to himself that he had extended their verbal abuse until the sun came up just because he was too apprehensive about going to his room to sleep while it was still dark outside.
He reached his room, entered it, and slammed the door. He quickly looked around the perimeter of the room to see if anything was out of place, but saw nothing. He went over to his bed, ready to flop down, but was met with a sight that made his heart race.
Between his two pillows lay a bouquet of Beautiful Wolfram, with a note on top. Wolfram's eyes widened as he reached for the note, and quickly unfolded it to read.
Beautiful Wolfram, for beautiful Wolfram. The flower is indeed beautiful, but no flower in existence can compare to the beauty of the one who out-blooms them all. I hope that the next time we meet, I can sprinkle you with kisses, as flowers are sprinkled with rain.
For the second time within a few hours, another cry of rage resonated throughout the castle.
Well, that's it - Chapter 2. I initially was going to expand on the time Wolfram spent with Murata during his recovery, but it wasn't working. So, I did some time-shifting (which I'm going to do a lot of in this fic btw). The next chapter is called “The Pest” because this unknown assailant is going to get on (almost) everyone's nerves. All I can say is poor Wolfram... and Gwendal. Especially Gwendal.
Next chapter: 3
Author: Batty_Gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: T+ - eventually M
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram x Murata
Word Count:1981
Fic Type: Ongoing
Summary: After an annoying week of dealing with a weird-acting Murata, Wolfram returns to his room to brood alone -- or so he thought.
Prior Chapters: 1
The Admirer and the Sage
Chapter 2: Who's That Man?
“Ah, I'm so tired,” Wolfram moaned as he trudged into his room from the baths. The day had been long and hard, and he was worn out. He wanted to throw himself on the bed and sleep as long as he could. He pulled the towel from his waist and tossed it aside. He picked up his night clothing, looked at them, and sighed.
Pale yellow and sensible was his opinion of them. Gone was the pink frilly thing that he had worn to bed with Yuuri for years. The first thing he did after breaking his engagement for the final time was burn the stupid thing, which had served - or rather, not served - its purpose.
He wasn't sad to see it go, however. He hadn't liked the thing; he only wore it in an attempt to get Yuuri's attention. It had gotten his attention alright, just not in the way that Wolfram intended. He sighed again as he pulled the pajama pants on. He cast the top aside because he was already hot, and didn't want the extra fabric getting in his way.
After flopping down on the bed without bothering to pull back the covers and get in, Wolfram stared up at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. The past week had been chaotic due to the Great Sage injuring himself, and Wolfram's return to his normal routine after Murata had gotten better had been most welcome.
It wasn't that Wolfram disliked the Sage, but it had been annoying to watch over him. Physically, he had healed properly, but there was something off about the way he was acting. The others had been so worried about him that they moved him into a room in the castle temporarily, and Wolfram stayed in - or, rather, was nominated to stay in - Murata's room while keeping watch over him.
The other man had severe nightmares though, sometimes screaming out in his sleep. If he didn't scream, he'd mumble things that Wolfram didn't understand, and would often cry. He felt pity for the Sage, and understood that having lived through so many lifetimes and having experienced so much pain had been hard on him.
What he didn't understand, however, was Murata's constant come-ons to him. They often came out of nowhere; one minute he would be laying there and taking it easy, the next he would be doing his best to touch Wolfram in the most inappropriate of ways. Initially, Wolfram had shared a bed with the other man, but after being startled out of his sleep one night due to the Sage's hands roaming in places where they did not belong, Wolfram had taken to sleeping on the floor instead. And, whenever Wolfram would try to confront the other man about his advances, he would feign ignorance, as if nothing had happened.
It had been maddening to Wolfram, who was sexually frustrated to begin with. He had practically skipped out of Murata's temporary room with his things when the others had finally agreed with him that the Sage was alright and could return to the shrine. He knew that if he had stayed with the other man any longer, he probably would have ended up doing something that they'd both have regretted.
Besides, as far as Wolfram had been concerned, that would have been taking advantage of the Sage. He was all too aware, as Yuuri had pointed out to him frequently when he complained about being sexually harassed by Murata, that the other man was interested in girls only. Every one chalked his behavior up to being a result of the injury, and essentially told him to bear with it. He gritted his teeth upon remembering how the others had been completely inconsiderate of his situation.
In his opinion, they always took his feelings lightly, as if they didn't matter at all. Sometimes he wondered why he even stayed at the castle anymore; it essentially amounted to putting himself through unnecessary abuse and heartache. Wolfram knew he would be more than welcome back in the Bielefeld territory, as his uncle stressed each time they crossed paths.
Not for the first time in his life, Wolfram seriously considered taking his uncle up on his offer. He was never one to run away from his problems, which was one of the reasons why he didn't leave immediately after renouncing his engagement with Yuuri. As badly as he wanted to leave, he stayed anyway. As much as it hurt him to be so close to someone he loved, who didn't return his feelings, he still stood by his side.
Perhaps the easiest thing to do would have been to leave then, but Wolfram couldn't bring himself to do that to Yuuri. The other boy may have been dense, indifferent to his romantic overtures, and didn't return his feelings, but through all that he was Wolfram's friend and insisted that he stay by his side. The blond knew that if he left at that time, their friendship would have ended completely - and he was unwilling to toss it out.
So he stuck around and toughed the roughest part out. He gave Yuuri his freedom, which the other man hesitated on using at first out of fear that Wolfram would flip. Wolfram let him see how serious he was by not showing much of a reaction at all as Yuuri tested the waters of his newfound single status, even when it cut him deeply. From simply smiling at women, to dancing with them and flirting, Wolfram watched as Yuuri experienced it all, and didn't show him any reaction other than a small smile of encouragement when the other man looked at him, unsurely.
It was painful to watch, but it paid off. The pain of not having his love returned was still partially there, but Wolfram had matured enough to where it wouldn't get in the way of his friendship with Yuuri. Where he had been unsure before, he knew now for certain that even if he were in Bielefeld territories he would always be Yuuri's friend. Now that he had resolved that issue with Yuuri, Wolfram didn't see a reason to continue to stick around - especially since his other reason for staying - Greta - had left to live with Hube and Nicola to help out with their growing family.
As he internally battled with himself for the umpteenth time on whether to stay or go, sleep started to overtake him. His eyes grew heavy and started to close, and he rolled over onto his right side. He was close to slipping off to dreamland, and was so very willing to give in to the night that he didn't bother to extinguish the candles that were lit on the stands beside his bed. He was almost gone until he felt a presence in his room.
Before he could turn over to see just what it was, he heard a heavily accented voice speak to him.
“Someone as beautiful as you should not be sleeping alone. I would love to join you, if you would have me,” a male voice said, sexily.
Wolfram, who had been so close to sleep just seconds before, was instantly alert. He rolled over quickly to see who the perpetrator of such a suggestive remark directed towards his way was.
He was shocked to see a man with long brown hair, wearing a half-mask and foreign clothing, standing in his room. He was too stunned to say anything, and watched with a wide-eyed expression as the man inched over to the bed towards him.
“Beautiful Wolfram, you shouldn't be alone. Your body deserves more than to be cold and lonely,” he said in his funny, at least to Wolfram, accent. He licked his lips. “Let me be the one to warm you up,” he said in a velvety voice.
Wolfram recovered from his initial shock, and let out a scream of rage slightly mixed with terror. As he jumped up to attack, the man laughed at him and quickly fled his room, closing the door after himself. Wolfram was furious, and without even bothering to put on shoes or change into something more appropriate, charged after the man while wearing just his pajama bottoms.
He threw open his door to pursue the intruder, but there was no one in the hallway. He contemplated on which way to go, and since he heard the footstep of guards coming towards him from around the right corner., went around the left. That hallway was also empty, and he was about to continue his search had not his brother Gwendal rounded the corner at the end of that corridor
“Wolfram, what's wrong? I heard you scream,” his brother said.
“There's an intruder in the castle! A masked man! He was in my room!” Wolfram exclaimed, still angry and miffed at someone having the audacity to pull such an act on him. He was about to go around his brother and continue his pursuit until the guards from the other hallway rounded the corner behind him.
“What's wrong?” one of the guards asked.
“There's an intruder in the castle, a masked man!” Wolfram said to the guards. “Find him now!”
For several hours, the guards of the castle, and several others, searched and searched for the intruder, but he was nowhere to be found. Wolfram, who was still angry and visibly shaken, stayed in Gwendal's office with Yuuri and under Günter's protection as the search took place. He was still barefoot and in his pajama bottoms only, but upon seeing how enraged the young Mazoku was, no one dared to point this out to him.
Finally, after a sleepless night, and with the sun threatening to spill over the horizon, the guards reported that they had completely searched the grounds and the castle and had come up with nothing. This made Wolfram even more livid, and he ranted and laid into the people around him in a way he hadn't done in a long time. He couldn't believe that someone was able to breach security enough to invade the castle and come into his room to sexually harass him!
He gave the guards a few more moments of a tongue lashing about lax security before childishly stomping off towards his bedroom. He was too proud to admit to himself that he had extended their verbal abuse until the sun came up just because he was too apprehensive about going to his room to sleep while it was still dark outside.
He reached his room, entered it, and slammed the door. He quickly looked around the perimeter of the room to see if anything was out of place, but saw nothing. He went over to his bed, ready to flop down, but was met with a sight that made his heart race.
Between his two pillows lay a bouquet of Beautiful Wolfram, with a note on top. Wolfram's eyes widened as he reached for the note, and quickly unfolded it to read.
Beautiful Wolfram, for beautiful Wolfram. The flower is indeed beautiful, but no flower in existence can compare to the beauty of the one who out-blooms them all. I hope that the next time we meet, I can sprinkle you with kisses, as flowers are sprinkled with rain.
For the second time within a few hours, another cry of rage resonated throughout the castle.
Well, that's it - Chapter 2. I initially was going to expand on the time Wolfram spent with Murata during his recovery, but it wasn't working. So, I did some time-shifting (which I'm going to do a lot of in this fic btw). The next chapter is called “The Pest” because this unknown assailant is going to get on (almost) everyone's nerves. All I can say is poor Wolfram... and Gwendal. Especially Gwendal.
Next chapter: 3