Invitation from Small Shimaron chapter 2!
A/N: So, the update came faster than even I expected. I guess that’s bound to happen when I have way too much free time. Anyway, I really hope you’ll like this one. I know I do! I’ve mentioned it before, I’m Swedish, so grammar mistakes may occur.
Disclaimer: I STILL don’t own Kyou Kara Maou!
Enjoy the chapter.
”What is the wimp up to? He’s been gone for ten minutes!”
Wolfram paced around in one of the guestrooms inside Sara’s castle, feeling slightly frustrated. They had been there for two days now, and he had hardly seen his fiancée during those days at all.
“Seriously, letting out his fiancée like that, that stupid cheater.”
“I’m sure there is nothing to worry about, Wolfram”, said a calm voice somewhere behind him. Wolfram stopped pacing, and glared at his brother, who was sitting by the tea table inside the room. Murata sat opposite of him, sipping his tea.
“Shibuya and Sara are close friends,” the black haired boy said, putting down the cup back at the table. “I’m sure they have lots to talk about.”
That didn’t help the matter for Wolfram, only angered him even more. He clenched his fists together and gritted his teeth, feeling his blood boiling within him.
“He is my fiancé!” he growled. He looked at the door, as if Yuuri would appear any minute now. With a heavy sight, Wolfram grabbed his sword, and headed towards the door.
“That’s it! I’m going to find him!”
“Wolfram!”
Conrad rose from his chair hastily and hurried over to his brother.
“Wolfram, stop this nonsense, he’ll be back soon!”
The blonde sent his older brother another fierce look.
“Don’t tell me what to do!”
Conrad closed his eyes and sighed. He knew that there wasn’t much he could do. His little brother was too stubborn.
“At least leave the sword”, he advised him. “We didn’t come here to cause any trouble.”
He held out his hands, waiting for Wolfram to hand over his sword. Unwillingly, Wolfram handed him the sword, and muttered:
“Like I’d need a sword anyway…” and then he left. Conrad stood still for a moment, watching the young prince when he walked out from the room.
“I think Shibuya will have a hard time while we here”, he heard Murata say behind him.
“Maybe this was a bad idea after all”, said Conrad quietly.
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Wolfram wasn’t in a good mood. He would find his stupid wimp of fiancée. He wound find him, and give him what he deserved for cheating on him, with another king for that matter!
But he knew deep down that Yuuri wouldn’t do that. In reality, he was just worried that something might’ve happened. After all, Sara wasn’t so innocent.
“Where is he?” He muttered angrily. He was walking through the corridors, peaking into ever door he passed, causing the guards to give him suspicious glances. He didn’t care. He just wanted to find Yuuri.
At last, after have walked around the castle, he saw a familiar face in the entrance hall. A tall swordsman, with dark hair, tied together in a ponytail. He bowed to Wolfram as he got near him.
“Your Excellency.”
“Berias”, Said Wolfram. “Have you seen Yuuri?”
“Heika and the Maou are out on a walk in the rose garden,” Berias explained.
Wolfram thanked him, and hurried out to the garden. It took a while for him, but he eventually found them.
They were standing together under a big tree, and Wolfram was just about to call Yuuri’s name, but changed his mind when he saw something he clearly didn’t want, or had expected to see. Sara was stroking Yuuri’s face. Wolfram froze on the spot. He could feel his heart clench, leaving an uncomfortable feeling.
What are they doing?
With his eyes wide open, he hid behind a tree nearby, and watched the two kings.
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“You have a really beautiful garden, Sara. You’ve done well with this place.”
Yuuri sat knelt down, admiring a bunch of blue roses.
Cheri-sama would like these, he thought.
“I’m glad to hear that, Yuuri.” Sara was standing beside him, watching the Maou, smiling slightly. “When I was little, I used to sit and watch flowers all day”, he said softly. “They kept my mind off things.”
Yuuri stood up again, looking at Sara.
“Your mother?” He asked him.
For a split second, Yuuri thought he had angered him, for mentioning his mother. He backed away automatically, waiting for an outburst, but it didn’t come. Instead, there was a warm smile attached on his face.
“You are so kind, Yuuri.”
The Maou laughed nervously, and could feel his cheeks turn red for some reason.
“But for the answer of your question, yes, I was mostly thinking about my mother. Sometimes my father.”
They began walking again, and Yuuri took the chance to glance over at his friend.
He really is beautiful, he thought. It wasn’t the first time he was thinking that. As a matter of fact, the thought struck him each time he saw him. He could easily mistake him for a girl.
“Is something wrong, Yuuri?”
Oh, he caught me staring at him again. How embarrassing!
“Er… no, not at all.” Another nervous laugh.
Damn it, stop embarrass yourself! He confronted in his mind.
His thought was interrupted, when Sara suddenly caught his arm.
“Come on, Yuuri, I want to show you something!”
He tightened his grip on his wrist, and began to run. Yuuri, who was unprepared for this, almost stumbled, but managed to correct himself to Sara’s speed.
“S-Sara, where are we going?” He asked, trying to keep up.
“You’ll see!”
They didn’t run for so long. They stopped nearby a large tree.
“So,” started Yuuri. “What is this place?”
Sara looked at Yuuri, beaming happily, and Yuuri noticed that he hadn’t let go of his hand.
“This is my special place.”
“Special place?”
The other king nodded.
“Hai. I used to play around here when I was little. I never let someone come near this place, not even Berias. This is my place. My own.”
“Then why did you bring me here?” Yuuri asked, feeling nervous all of a sudden.
“Because…” Sara lifted his free hand, and brushed away some hair from Yuuri’s face. He froze. He definitely hadn’t expected this. His fingers swept onto his cheek with a gentle touch. The Maou blushed fiercely. He didn’t know what to say or what to do. He just stood there, staring.
“…you are special to me, Yuuri.”
That was totally unexpected. He hadn’t prepared for this. He was shocked. Sara chuckled, obviously amused by his reaction.
“Too bad that you’re already engaged,” he went on. “But I’m not giving up.” His fingers brushed his heated skin softly witch circling movements. His face inched closer, and Yuuri began to tremble.
This isn’t happening! What’s with the touches? Why do I like this feeling?
“No, I definitely won’t give up”, Sara said in a mere whisper. “I’m going to make you mine.”
He couldn’t think clearly. He didn’t have the time to think what to do next, when he felt Sara’s warm lips touch his in a gentle, and yet firm kiss.
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“Yuuri….”
Wolfram stared wide eyed at the scene in front of him. He whispered Yuuri’s name over and over again. His eyes glistened with tears that kept coming. He was shaking with anger, disappointment and even fear.
He couldn’t stand this anymore. He had seen enough. He wiped off the tears violently with the sleeve of his jacket, and ran back to the castle, trembling with fury and sadness.
His fiancée had betrayed him!
A/N: I’m such a hypocrite! I know that for me, cliffhangers are the WORST! And yet, here I am writing one! I’m evil, aren’t I? Anyways, I hope you like this chapter. I’ll update as soon as I can. Reviews are love ^^