[Fic] [Round 24] [SPECIAL] Even If the Mind Forgets, The Body Still Remembers, PG-13
Author/Artist: raynehargreaves
Characters/Pairings: YuuRam, minor characters Greta, Murata, Conrad.
Words: 2022 words
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Just a little bit of smexy stuff.
Theme/Prompt: "I've Forgotten More Than You'll Ever Know"
A/N: Er...here's the special? ^w^; Sorry it's come so late! Now that I write this, it doesn't really seem like a 'special' anymore...But I guess the fact that I used a different prompt for the last one could kind of make it count as a special...?
Okay, tell me that this is a corny storyline xD; But it was the first thing that came to mind when I read this prompt, so I couldn't resist. And oh wow, this ended up being the longest thing I've submitted so far... @w@; I hope you enjoy!
AND I'LL SEND IN A ROUND 25 SUBMISSION SOON, I SWEARS.
Yuuri woke up to find a circle of concerned faces surrounding him. He propped himself up on his elbows and winced, lightly touching where a shot of pain had erupted on the crown of his head. A hand pulled his back, and he glanced up into worried emerald eyes. "Yuuri...?"
The soukoku parted his lips and spoke in a raspy voice. "...Who are you?"
Wolfram visibly deflated. He thought he'd been prepared for this. When Gisela had told him that Yuuri's head injury might induce amnesia, he thought he'd been prepared to listen to those words. But it still hurt all the same. "I'm...Wolfram von Bielefeld. ...You do still remember that you are a king, don't you?"
Yuuri hesitated, pressing his fingers to his temple. "I...I'm a king? That's ridiculous. I'm a high schooler...baseball player..." He collapsed back onto his pillows again, his expression pained. A reassuring hand was set onto Wolfram's shoulder, and the blond looked back to see Conrad smiling gently down at him.
"Gisela said the amnesia is only temporary. He'll remember everything soon enough."
"But his memory has reverted all the way back to when he first came here!" The princeling looked down helplessly at the sleeping king, his hands clenching tightly into fists. "Everything...he's forgotten everything..."
"Geika will be trying to help him remember at least where he is and who he is here, so while he has amnesia he won't feel out of place. But everything after that might have to wait until he's better." Conrad glanced down at his younger brother sympathetically. "It'll be alright, Wolfram. Yuuri will return to us."
Wolfram stood and reluctantly stepped away from the bed, allowing Gisela to attend to Yuuri again. "I hope that's soon..."
--
The next morning found Wolfram visiting his daughter in her bedroom. She had also been injured in the accident- a simple countryside hike gone wrong when the two had slipped over some rocks wet from recent rain. Yuuri had grabbed Greta and protected her as they'd tumbled down a gravelly cliff, at the cost of a serious head injury. She managed to get away with only scratches and scrapes.
"I'm sorry Wolfram, it was all my fault!"
He gathered up his little princess in his arms, soothing her. "It's not your fault, Greta. It wasn't anybody's fault."
"Yes it was! I-If I hadn't been so careless near the cliff edge, Yuuri wouldn't have slipped with me. And then he got hurt worse because he was protecting me-!" Greta sobbed, clinging to her father. "It's all my fault!"
He cradled her head between his hands, shaking his head. "No, it isn't. Yuuri did what he did because he loves you and didn't want you to get hurt. I would've done the same thing if it had been me. To us seeing you hurt is much, much worse than either of us being hurt. And he'll be fine with a few days' rest. I'm just thankful that both of you didn't die falling down that cliff. So there's nobody to blame for it, and nobody to apologize to, alright?"
She sniffled, nodding into his uniform. "...Gisela told me that Yuuri has amnesia. Did he forget about us?" she asked quietly.
His grip around her tightened slightly. "Only for a little while. He'll get his memory back soon. So when you see him, don't say anything about how you got here or that you're his adopted daughter, okay? We're going to help him remember little by little, and these things might overwhelm him if we tell him right away."
"Okay." She lifted her head off of his shoulder, a puzzled expression going over her features.
"What is it?" He twisted his head to follow her gaze, blinking at the bedroom door he'd left open. "Did you see something?"
"I thought I saw Yuuri at the doorway...but maybe it was my imagination..."
--
Wolfram didn't see Yuuri for two days after that. He was so busy helping Gwendal prepare the castle to accomadate Yuuri's amnesia that he didn't have the time to check up on his fiancé personally. Every servant in the castle had to be informed of his memory loss; meetings and councils that had been set for that week had to be rescheduled, and the Shin Makoku spring festival that Yuuri had planned himself was called to a tentative halt. He occasionally saw him in passing with Conrad or Murata, but then he was swept away by another tidalwave of work that needed to be done, and had to put off visiting him for another hour or two.
The princeling was in the study, sitting at the head of the large conference table. In addition to everything else, Gwendal, Gunter, and Wolfram had split all of Yuuri's paperwork that they could complete on their own, and spent long hours completing the documents so Yuuri wouldn't have so much to do when he recovered from his memory loss. At that moment, Wolfram was working on his last stack of papers when he heard the door open.
"I'm almost done Ani-ue," he said automatically. There was no reply, and he raised his head to find Yuuri standing there awkwardly, holding a tray of tea and cookies.
"There was a little girl who told me that a Wolfram working in the study needed something to eat." The soukoku hesitated. "You're Wolfram, right?"
The blond nodded minisculy. Yuuri walked slowly over and set the tray down next to him, stepping back to let Wolfram take a cookie.
"Thank you Yuuri." He smiled softly up at him before taking up his quill again.
"Um-!"
Emerald eyes swiveled back around to meet sable ones, and the latter flushed, glancing away in embarrassment. "You were the one that was at my side when I first woke up, right?"
"Yes..."
"Murata and Conrad explained it to me, how I'm a king in this world. I'm still confused about everything, but I definitely get that this isn't a dream anymore. Everyone's treating me so nicely even though I've lost my memory, but I'm frustrated."
"How so?"
"I get a weird feeling whenever I see you. I don't know what it is."
"A weird feeling?" Wolfram chuckled dryly. "Weird in what way?"
"Weird like...It's not that I think you're weird. It's just...when I see you..." Yuuri reached out, his hand gently stroking Wolfram's cheek. Wolfram's eyes widened as his fingers trailed to his lips. "I feel like I...like I'm supposed to..."
"Shibuya!"
The two jerked away from each other, blushing furiously. Murata popped into the study, tilting his head. "Shibuya? von Bielefeld-kyou? Ehehe...I interrupted something, didn't I?"
Wolfram stood abruptly. "I have to see to Greta. Geika, please take care of Yuuri." He hurried away from the study, leaving the two soukokus behind. Murata turned curiously to Yuuri.
"Were you talking with von Bielefeld-kyou?"
Yuuri glanced impassively down at his hand, clenching it. "Just a bit."
--
"Wolfram, look. 'Even if the mind forgets, the body still remembers.'" Greta leaned against her foster father, pointing to the manga book she had in her hands. It'd been a gift from Yuuri for her ninth birthday. "That's what Yuuko says."
"Yuuko is a very wise woman." Wolfram glanced down at the intricately dressed character, his own smile mirroring the dimension witch's. "I wonder..."
"Wonder what?"
"Nothing Greta."
--
Night fell quietly on Blood Pledge Castle; after a long day of paperwork, Wolfram was ready to turn into bed. He yawned as he headed to the guest room that was his temporary room. Imagine his surprise when he saw his fiancé standing outside the room.
"Yuuri? Shouldn't you be in bed?"
The boy king shook his head furiously, a determined look on his face. Wolfram's heart ached at seeing that familiar expression again. "No. Not until I get some answers."
"...Alright then. Come on in, I suppose." The princeling opened up the door to his bedroom and walked in, Yuuri following after. "Go ahead and ask away."
"Okay, first of all-"
"Wait a moment. Turn around, I need to change."
"Oh, sorry." Yuuri turned one hundred and eighty degrees, facing the window. "So anyways, my first question. That little girl that keeps following me...she's supposed to be my daughter? She can't be my real daughter."
"So you were listening that morning a few days ago..." Wolfram said quietly. "No, she's not your real daughter. She's your adopted daughter."
He let out a huge breath. "Okay..."
"You aren't going to pass out on me, are you, hennachoko?"
He whirled around, exasperation leaking into his voice. "Don't call me hennachoko!" Wolfram glanced over his shoulder, smiling softly as he did up the ties to his nightgown. Yuuri flushed. "S-Sorry, that just came out...anyways! My next question is, what did I ever do to deserve being named Maou and everything? I think we all know that I'm just a normal high school boy...why me?"
"Well, to be honest, you really didn't have any redeeming qualities as a Maou in the beginning. But it was what you did afterwards that really matters."
"I...don't remember any of what I did..."
"Well of course. You have amnesia." Wolfram fully turned to Yuuri, putting his hands on his hips. "It's natural that you don't remember. Otherwise you wouldn't be in here asking me questions. And don't ask me questions about what you did that made you deserve the title, because that'll take all night long to explain."
The other gaped at the pink nightgown with wide eyes before shaking his head furiously. "Okay. Uh, okay, why are you the only one of my retainers that calls me by my real name? Everyone else insists on calling me 'Heika', but you don't. Why is that?"
The blond hesitated. "You and I...are more than just a king and a retainer."
He expected Yuuri to say something like 'oh, so we're best friends here?' or something distinctly Yuuri-esque like that. He'd been so adverse to the idea of being engaged to a person of the same sex when he first came, why wouldn't he revert back to that thinking in his amnesia? But the reply he got shocked him.
Yuuri swallowed, advancing a few steps. In a husky voice he asked, "Is that the reason why I...why I want to kiss you right now? Because we're more than a king and a retainer?" Wolfram froze, the heat in his stomach twisting into a tight coil at that look that his fiancé was giving him.
"I know we're both guys, and I know this sounds kind of crazy, but I feel like there was something between us before. Before I lost my memory. Are you keeping something from me...Wolfram?" Yuuri finally reached the blond and gripped his wrists gently but firmly, sable eyes burning. "Why are you so afraid of telling me the whole truth?"
"We all thought it was a good idea not to tell you...so you wouldn't get overwhelmed..." Wolfram breathed shallowly as Yuuri leaned in closer. "It's only temporary besides..."
"I saw your face. When I woke up and I asked you who you were, you were upset. You were upset that I forgot who you were to me, right? I really did forget. But I don't think my body forgot. I still felt something towards you. A strong feeling of longing."
"Even if the mind forgets, the body still remembers," Wolfram whispered.
"Yes. I don't remember anything that went on between us before, but my body does. My body remembers how it feels to touch you..." Yuuri stroked the princeling's cheek again as he had in the library, then ran his fingers slowly through golden waves of hair, "...how it feels to hold you..." he pulled Wolfram's body closer to his own until they were flush up against each other, "...and how it feels to kiss you." He finally leaned forward, capturing his fiancé's lips with his own in a sweet kiss. Wolfram sighed into it, arching with sensitivity as Yuuri's hands wandered over his body, trying to familiarize themselves with his body again.
"So...do you remember everything now?" he murmured. Yuuri laughed lowly.
"Actually, no. I still can't remember anything else. I think I've forgotten more than we'll ever know. But I haven't forgotten you."
"You're incredibly corny, Yuuri."
"But you like it...right?" The soukoku grinned when he hit the particularly favorite spot right above the hipbone of his wagamama puu, causing him to moan in delight. "See, I haven't forgotten your favorite spots..."
"Don't just stand there, hennachoko...help me remember where they are. I've forgotten."
Characters/Pairings: YuuRam, minor characters Greta, Murata, Conrad.
Words: 2022 words
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Just a little bit of smexy stuff.
Theme/Prompt: "I've Forgotten More Than You'll Ever Know"
A/N: Er...here's the special? ^w^; Sorry it's come so late! Now that I write this, it doesn't really seem like a 'special' anymore...But I guess the fact that I used a different prompt for the last one could kind of make it count as a special...?
Okay, tell me that this is a corny storyline xD; But it was the first thing that came to mind when I read this prompt, so I couldn't resist. And oh wow, this ended up being the longest thing I've submitted so far... @w@; I hope you enjoy!
AND I'LL SEND IN A ROUND 25 SUBMISSION SOON, I SWEARS.
Yuuri woke up to find a circle of concerned faces surrounding him. He propped himself up on his elbows and winced, lightly touching where a shot of pain had erupted on the crown of his head. A hand pulled his back, and he glanced up into worried emerald eyes. "Yuuri...?"
The soukoku parted his lips and spoke in a raspy voice. "...Who are you?"
Wolfram visibly deflated. He thought he'd been prepared for this. When Gisela had told him that Yuuri's head injury might induce amnesia, he thought he'd been prepared to listen to those words. But it still hurt all the same. "I'm...Wolfram von Bielefeld. ...You do still remember that you are a king, don't you?"
Yuuri hesitated, pressing his fingers to his temple. "I...I'm a king? That's ridiculous. I'm a high schooler...baseball player..." He collapsed back onto his pillows again, his expression pained. A reassuring hand was set onto Wolfram's shoulder, and the blond looked back to see Conrad smiling gently down at him.
"Gisela said the amnesia is only temporary. He'll remember everything soon enough."
"But his memory has reverted all the way back to when he first came here!" The princeling looked down helplessly at the sleeping king, his hands clenching tightly into fists. "Everything...he's forgotten everything..."
"Geika will be trying to help him remember at least where he is and who he is here, so while he has amnesia he won't feel out of place. But everything after that might have to wait until he's better." Conrad glanced down at his younger brother sympathetically. "It'll be alright, Wolfram. Yuuri will return to us."
Wolfram stood and reluctantly stepped away from the bed, allowing Gisela to attend to Yuuri again. "I hope that's soon..."
--
The next morning found Wolfram visiting his daughter in her bedroom. She had also been injured in the accident- a simple countryside hike gone wrong when the two had slipped over some rocks wet from recent rain. Yuuri had grabbed Greta and protected her as they'd tumbled down a gravelly cliff, at the cost of a serious head injury. She managed to get away with only scratches and scrapes.
"I'm sorry Wolfram, it was all my fault!"
He gathered up his little princess in his arms, soothing her. "It's not your fault, Greta. It wasn't anybody's fault."
"Yes it was! I-If I hadn't been so careless near the cliff edge, Yuuri wouldn't have slipped with me. And then he got hurt worse because he was protecting me-!" Greta sobbed, clinging to her father. "It's all my fault!"
He cradled her head between his hands, shaking his head. "No, it isn't. Yuuri did what he did because he loves you and didn't want you to get hurt. I would've done the same thing if it had been me. To us seeing you hurt is much, much worse than either of us being hurt. And he'll be fine with a few days' rest. I'm just thankful that both of you didn't die falling down that cliff. So there's nobody to blame for it, and nobody to apologize to, alright?"
She sniffled, nodding into his uniform. "...Gisela told me that Yuuri has amnesia. Did he forget about us?" she asked quietly.
His grip around her tightened slightly. "Only for a little while. He'll get his memory back soon. So when you see him, don't say anything about how you got here or that you're his adopted daughter, okay? We're going to help him remember little by little, and these things might overwhelm him if we tell him right away."
"Okay." She lifted her head off of his shoulder, a puzzled expression going over her features.
"What is it?" He twisted his head to follow her gaze, blinking at the bedroom door he'd left open. "Did you see something?"
"I thought I saw Yuuri at the doorway...but maybe it was my imagination..."
--
Wolfram didn't see Yuuri for two days after that. He was so busy helping Gwendal prepare the castle to accomadate Yuuri's amnesia that he didn't have the time to check up on his fiancé personally. Every servant in the castle had to be informed of his memory loss; meetings and councils that had been set for that week had to be rescheduled, and the Shin Makoku spring festival that Yuuri had planned himself was called to a tentative halt. He occasionally saw him in passing with Conrad or Murata, but then he was swept away by another tidalwave of work that needed to be done, and had to put off visiting him for another hour or two.
The princeling was in the study, sitting at the head of the large conference table. In addition to everything else, Gwendal, Gunter, and Wolfram had split all of Yuuri's paperwork that they could complete on their own, and spent long hours completing the documents so Yuuri wouldn't have so much to do when he recovered from his memory loss. At that moment, Wolfram was working on his last stack of papers when he heard the door open.
"I'm almost done Ani-ue," he said automatically. There was no reply, and he raised his head to find Yuuri standing there awkwardly, holding a tray of tea and cookies.
"There was a little girl who told me that a Wolfram working in the study needed something to eat." The soukoku hesitated. "You're Wolfram, right?"
The blond nodded minisculy. Yuuri walked slowly over and set the tray down next to him, stepping back to let Wolfram take a cookie.
"Thank you Yuuri." He smiled softly up at him before taking up his quill again.
"Um-!"
Emerald eyes swiveled back around to meet sable ones, and the latter flushed, glancing away in embarrassment. "You were the one that was at my side when I first woke up, right?"
"Yes..."
"Murata and Conrad explained it to me, how I'm a king in this world. I'm still confused about everything, but I definitely get that this isn't a dream anymore. Everyone's treating me so nicely even though I've lost my memory, but I'm frustrated."
"How so?"
"I get a weird feeling whenever I see you. I don't know what it is."
"A weird feeling?" Wolfram chuckled dryly. "Weird in what way?"
"Weird like...It's not that I think you're weird. It's just...when I see you..." Yuuri reached out, his hand gently stroking Wolfram's cheek. Wolfram's eyes widened as his fingers trailed to his lips. "I feel like I...like I'm supposed to..."
"Shibuya!"
The two jerked away from each other, blushing furiously. Murata popped into the study, tilting his head. "Shibuya? von Bielefeld-kyou? Ehehe...I interrupted something, didn't I?"
Wolfram stood abruptly. "I have to see to Greta. Geika, please take care of Yuuri." He hurried away from the study, leaving the two soukokus behind. Murata turned curiously to Yuuri.
"Were you talking with von Bielefeld-kyou?"
Yuuri glanced impassively down at his hand, clenching it. "Just a bit."
--
"Wolfram, look. 'Even if the mind forgets, the body still remembers.'" Greta leaned against her foster father, pointing to the manga book she had in her hands. It'd been a gift from Yuuri for her ninth birthday. "That's what Yuuko says."
"Yuuko is a very wise woman." Wolfram glanced down at the intricately dressed character, his own smile mirroring the dimension witch's. "I wonder..."
"Wonder what?"
"Nothing Greta."
--
Night fell quietly on Blood Pledge Castle; after a long day of paperwork, Wolfram was ready to turn into bed. He yawned as he headed to the guest room that was his temporary room. Imagine his surprise when he saw his fiancé standing outside the room.
"Yuuri? Shouldn't you be in bed?"
The boy king shook his head furiously, a determined look on his face. Wolfram's heart ached at seeing that familiar expression again. "No. Not until I get some answers."
"...Alright then. Come on in, I suppose." The princeling opened up the door to his bedroom and walked in, Yuuri following after. "Go ahead and ask away."
"Okay, first of all-"
"Wait a moment. Turn around, I need to change."
"Oh, sorry." Yuuri turned one hundred and eighty degrees, facing the window. "So anyways, my first question. That little girl that keeps following me...she's supposed to be my daughter? She can't be my real daughter."
"So you were listening that morning a few days ago..." Wolfram said quietly. "No, she's not your real daughter. She's your adopted daughter."
He let out a huge breath. "Okay..."
"You aren't going to pass out on me, are you, hennachoko?"
He whirled around, exasperation leaking into his voice. "Don't call me hennachoko!" Wolfram glanced over his shoulder, smiling softly as he did up the ties to his nightgown. Yuuri flushed. "S-Sorry, that just came out...anyways! My next question is, what did I ever do to deserve being named Maou and everything? I think we all know that I'm just a normal high school boy...why me?"
"Well, to be honest, you really didn't have any redeeming qualities as a Maou in the beginning. But it was what you did afterwards that really matters."
"I...don't remember any of what I did..."
"Well of course. You have amnesia." Wolfram fully turned to Yuuri, putting his hands on his hips. "It's natural that you don't remember. Otherwise you wouldn't be in here asking me questions. And don't ask me questions about what you did that made you deserve the title, because that'll take all night long to explain."
The other gaped at the pink nightgown with wide eyes before shaking his head furiously. "Okay. Uh, okay, why are you the only one of my retainers that calls me by my real name? Everyone else insists on calling me 'Heika', but you don't. Why is that?"
The blond hesitated. "You and I...are more than just a king and a retainer."
He expected Yuuri to say something like 'oh, so we're best friends here?' or something distinctly Yuuri-esque like that. He'd been so adverse to the idea of being engaged to a person of the same sex when he first came, why wouldn't he revert back to that thinking in his amnesia? But the reply he got shocked him.
Yuuri swallowed, advancing a few steps. In a husky voice he asked, "Is that the reason why I...why I want to kiss you right now? Because we're more than a king and a retainer?" Wolfram froze, the heat in his stomach twisting into a tight coil at that look that his fiancé was giving him.
"I know we're both guys, and I know this sounds kind of crazy, but I feel like there was something between us before. Before I lost my memory. Are you keeping something from me...Wolfram?" Yuuri finally reached the blond and gripped his wrists gently but firmly, sable eyes burning. "Why are you so afraid of telling me the whole truth?"
"We all thought it was a good idea not to tell you...so you wouldn't get overwhelmed..." Wolfram breathed shallowly as Yuuri leaned in closer. "It's only temporary besides..."
"I saw your face. When I woke up and I asked you who you were, you were upset. You were upset that I forgot who you were to me, right? I really did forget. But I don't think my body forgot. I still felt something towards you. A strong feeling of longing."
"Even if the mind forgets, the body still remembers," Wolfram whispered.
"Yes. I don't remember anything that went on between us before, but my body does. My body remembers how it feels to touch you..." Yuuri stroked the princeling's cheek again as he had in the library, then ran his fingers slowly through golden waves of hair, "...how it feels to hold you..." he pulled Wolfram's body closer to his own until they were flush up against each other, "...and how it feels to kiss you." He finally leaned forward, capturing his fiancé's lips with his own in a sweet kiss. Wolfram sighed into it, arching with sensitivity as Yuuri's hands wandered over his body, trying to familiarize themselves with his body again.
"So...do you remember everything now?" he murmured. Yuuri laughed lowly.
"Actually, no. I still can't remember anything else. I think I've forgotten more than we'll ever know. But I haven't forgotten you."
"You're incredibly corny, Yuuri."
"But you like it...right?" The soukoku grinned when he hit the particularly favorite spot right above the hipbone of his wagamama puu, causing him to moan in delight. "See, I haven't forgotten your favorite spots..."
"Don't just stand there, hennachoko...help me remember where they are. I've forgotten."