kkm fic : stitches and burns chapter seven (wip)
Title: Stitches and Burns
Author:radcliffe_bass
Beta:clover71
Rating: PG-13
Status: WIP
Genre: General/Humor/Romance/Slight Angst
Warning: Characters may be a little OOC.
Personalized Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou. Please do not sue me. (“,) As usual, if there are still some grammar misses, sentence run-ons or spelling mistakes, please forgive me. I am no English genius so please bear with me for a while. As always much love to clover71 for bearing with me and wholeheartedly beta reading this chapter. Comments and ConCrits are very much welcome and appreciated. Happy reading!
Chapter Summary: Yuuri and Wolfram finally had the chance to talk.
Note: This is shounen ai, if you don’t like the genre, feel free to skip this post.
Previous Chapters
Chapter One* Chapter Two*Chapter Three*Chapter Four* Chapter Five* Chapter Six
Chapter 7
The 27th Maou of Shin Makoku trudged along the hallways of Blood Pledge Castle. It was way past midnight but sleep eluded him, still bothered by the incident with Rolf and Wolfram earlier. He had tried to push the thoughts from his head by doing extra paper works to Gwendal's delight. However it seems like his body is hell-bent on defying him. He wasn't even half-way done when his hand started to get cramped so he took the next best strategy he could think of: counting T-zou's to sleep. Then again there were only so much of the poor sheep's imaginary bleeping sounds his troubled mind could take before he started to develop a bad case of migraine. Therefore, left with no choice as he was already settled comfortably in his large and cold bed, he opted to make the long trek towards the kitchen for his no-fail, foolproof, sleep inviting plan...a hot cup of cocoa.
"Heika," a soldier on patrol greeted him as he turned the corner that lead to the kitchen. "Hey," he greeted back, "can't sleep, need something to drink," he added when he saw the inquiring look on the soldier's face. The soldier nodded in understanding, he then bowed and left the Maou to resume his patrol. Yuuri continued on his trek to the kitchen, his thoughts lingered on the incident as his bruised ego resented the haughty way Wolfram handled the situation. On the other hand, the rational side of him argued that he understood where the ex-prince's reaction came from. He had seen how the blond interacted with kids and how the fire-wielder fussed over their adopted daughter when she was a child, it was only fair that he will become a bit more protective when it involves his only son.
He sighed as he stopped in front of the kitchen doors. Much as he wants to deny it, he is still a novice on the subject of Wolfram von Bielefeld. He shook his head to erase the thoughts in his mind as he slowly opened the door. The smell of hot chocolate greeted his senses as soon as entered the dimly lit kitchen. His eyes scanned the room and saw a faint light coming from one of the small stoves at the corner of the room. His eyes made out the silhouette of a person standing in front of a pot of what his nose cheerfully confirmed as hot cocoa.
He smiled as he slowly made his way towards the wonderful person who just made his goal for the night a reality. His smile broadened as he recognized who the 'wonderful person' is. ’Time to improve my Wolfram 101 knowledge,' he thought smugly as the blond Mazoku slowly turned around. His breathing hitched a little at the sight before him…a confused Wolfram dressed in silk green pyjamas bathed in the soft glow of the fire from the stove behind him. The sight was so magical that he thought he would die from the rapid beating of his heart.
"Heika," Wolfram spoke, unintentionally breaking the magical moment. "What are you doing here?"
Yuuri sighed sadly. Trust Wolfram to ruin the beginnings of a romantic moment. He smiled and replied, "Can't sleep, and please call me Yuuri."
"Okay Yuuri," the blond answered tentatively, unsure if he was doing the right thing by addressing the Maou by his first name. Again.
“See, it wasn’t that hard to say right?” Yuuri smiled to which Wolfram just shrugged. The double black sighed, “Please don’t add to the list of people I have to remind. Conrad is enough. So what are you doing?”
Wolfram was surprised at the subtle way that Yuuri scolded him and ended the conversation. He smiled and answered the Maou’s question, “I’m making hot chocolate.” The blond almost dropped the wooden spoon he held when Yuuri whooped and did a goofy dance. Wolfram turned around and started to stir the mixture inside the pot in order to hide the smile on his face caused by Yuuri's antics.
On the other hand, the young king's face sported a cute pout when he realized that Wolfram conveniently ignored him. He drew in a deep breath as he walked toward the nearest table and sat on it. He started to sulk like a child deprived of attention that he failed to notice Wolfram make his way towards him until a steaming cup of hot cocoa floated in his line of vision. Surprised, Yuuri looked up and saw Wolfram nod at him as if ordering him to take the proffered cup.
Muttering his thanks, the Maou took the cup as the blond joined him on the table. They drank in silence and barely noticed that the distance between them was more or less a foot long.
Silence reigned as the two young men were lost in their thoughts. It was quite unnerving for them to see each other at this sleep-deprived state as each of them were the reason why the other cannot sleep.
Yuuri was thinking of ways to start a conversation but cannot seem to find a good topic so he opted to verbalize the first thing that came to mind, "The sky looks beautiful tonight don't you think?"
If Wolfram was surprised by the abrupt question, his face did not show any indication. Instead he stopped drinking, looked at Yuuri's direction and muttered, "Only you can utter a wimpy sentence to start a lame conversation."
Yuuri was about to retort but decided to shut up instead. Silence reigned once more until Wolfram decided that he sounded a little harsh and tried to take some sting off the remark. "Yes, I have never seen a more beautiful night sky than the one we have tonight," the blond said as he gave Yuuri a small smile.
The double black king smiled and mustered the courage to talk back. They had an easy conversation about the past five years. Wolfram related what he had been up to during his stay at Bielefeld. He shared his experience during the infamous battle and how he was able to make alliances and such. Yuuri listened patiently as the blond chatted happily. He smiled as he saw the pride reflected on the blond's fiery green eyes. After sometime, the blond stopped and said, "No fair, you need to tell me what happened to you as well."
Yuuri chuckled when he saw the blond pout. He nodded then spoke of how he had fared for the past five years. How they have reached a détente with Big Shimaron and formed an alliance with Small Shimaron. He then continued to relay on the progress of each country under the alliance, his new adventures, events that happened in the castle during Wolfram's absence and things that they usually enjoyed during their hey-days. Wolfram in turn listened attentively and gave his opinion and comments when they were needed. Both enjoyed the conversation and fell silent after sometime.
"Thank you," Wolfram uttered as he broke the silence and smiled at the black eyed king.
"Huh?" Yuuri answered intelligently. The blond shook his head as he smirked at the reaction. "For not sending me letters...for not visiting me...letting me do as I wish...letting me prove my worth," Wolfram smiled and glanced at Yuuri. "Thank you for understanding what I needed."
Yuuri took a deep breath and glanced at the moon from the kitchen's windows. A few minutes of silence passed before the young king spoke, "It was really hard for me." Yuuri lay down on the table and closed his eyes, he could feel Wolfram's gaze and savoured the moment for as long as he could before he opened his eyes and met Wolfram's gaze.
The ex-prince gasped when he saw the flicker of pain reflected on the young king's eyes. He felt guilty knowing that he might have been the cause of such misery on the double black's heart. He closed his eyes as he wanted so much to comfort the young monarch but an inner battle was raging inside his soul as he knew that he does not have any right to do so anymore. 'Oh crap, to hell with ethics!' Wolfram thought as he opened his emerald eyes once again and met Yuuri's black ones. He hesitantly moved his hand to give Yuuri a comforting pat. He was surprised when the young king grabbed his hand and kissed it.
"It was really hard not to interfere knowing that you were the one involved," Yuuri continued as he tentatively placed the hand he’d been holding against the left side of his chest. "But I knew you wanted to move on and I popping up uninvited and sending you letters won't help. So I had to bear with it even if it hurt me a lot."
"I'm sorry," Wolfram said with a tinge of self-reproach, his voice low and delicate.
"Don't be," Yuuri replied. "It did all of us a lot of good. It made me work hard as well, to become a man worthy of your love and respect."
Wolfram gasped at the words the king uttered and coupled with Yuuri's smile was mesmerized for a moment. Yuuri chuckled at the reaction and took the opportunity to slowly manoeuvre his and Wolfram's position so that the blond ended up sitting on his lap.
Yuuri sighed contentedly at the warm bundle in his arms. The movement caused the ex-prince to become aware of his current position and started to move away from the monarch's embrace. "Don't," Yuuri begged softly as he tightened his hold on the blond.
"But.." Wolfram protested.
"Please Wolf," Yuuri begged once more as he buried his head on Wolfram's shoulder. "Just a few minutes and I won't bother you again. Just give me this moment."
Wolfram sighed in defeat, he could never say no to Yuuri. He suddenly remembered Rolf's remark and chuckled. Yuuri looked up and asked, "What's funny?"
"Noth-", Wolfram started to say but stopped when he saw the tender look on Yuuri's eyes. 'Big mistake looking in his eyes,' he scolded himself.
Yuuri slowly snaked his left arm around Wolfram's waist as his right hand found its way on the back of the blond's neck. Without breaking eye contact, he hesitantly pulled Wolfram's body and face towards his. Wolfram unconsciously licked his lips and closed his eyes as he anticipated the kiss. They could almost feel each other's sweet breath when the doors to the kitchen slammed open.
"Heika--," Gwendal stopped when he saw his youngest brother and Yuuri sprawled on the floor. One look at their awkward position and the colours on their faces and he knew that he interrupted something important. He abruptly turned around to hide his blush and mustered all his strength to let his voice remain calm.
"I cannot find you in your room Heika that's why I decided to look for you," Gwendal explained. "But continue what you were doing, don't mind me, I'll let myself out."
Gwendal noticed that Yuuri was watching him as made his way to the door and discreetly glanced back at them. He smiled a little when he saw the loving look that Yuuri bestowed upon his youngest brother as he helped Wolfram stand up. He was pulling the door close when he suddenly remembered the reason why he was searching for the king.
Gwendal smirked as the door closed behind him and counted from one to ten. He then threw the door open which surprised the room's occupants and in the most nonchalant, calm and normal devil-may-care voice he could muster said, "Oh by the way Heika, I forgot to tell you, the castle is under attack."
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Yuuri sighed as he admired the way Wolfram dodged an enemy’s attack from his hiding place. The double black king knew that he shouldn’t be hiding in such a place but his stubborn self couldn’t help it. He remembered how Wolfram left the kitchen in a hurry after Gwendal’s announcement. He was about to go after the blond when Conrad appeared and promptly accompanied him to the “panic room”. While on their way to the panic room, Conrad related that most of the nobles and guests still in the castle were already ushered to secret rooms which lessened his worry.
He remembered the way he sighed in relief when he saw Murata, Shouri, his parents, Greta, Rolf, Lady Celi, Anissina, Hube and his family inside the room. The Shibuya family were relieved that their youngest son is safe and Jennifer hugged Yuuri in relief. The young monarch just smiled as his eyes scanned the room for a certain blond. He was about to discretely ask Conrad of Wolfram’s whereabouts when Rolf answered his unspoken question with a “Papa’s outside making sure we are safe here.” The young king smiled and walked towards the child to comfort him when emerald eyes so much like Wolfram’s looked pleadingly at him and said, “So please don’t do anything rash Heika.”
Yuuri smiled as he remembered thinking ‘Busted’ after Rolf spoke those words. He almost felt guilty giving Greta a sharp look when he heard her chuckle after he assured the young Mazoku that he wouldn’t do anything rash. The look of disbelief Conrad gave him while he instructed Hube to look after everyone was enough to stab at his conscience. Yuuri had even promised Conrad that he would try to settle down, with an emphasis on the word ‘try’ so that the captain would leave them be. Conrad finally left the room to join the battle after Lady Celi and Anissina’s assured the captain that all will be well.
He gasped as he covered his mouth to stifle a scream when he saw a big soldier charge at Wolfram’s direction. He sighed in relief when he saw a fireball coming from one of Wolfram’s personal guards stopped the enemy. He almost felt annoyed when Wolfram smiled at the young soldier but never had enough time to contemplate on it when he heard footsteps coming from behind. Yuuri hurriedly moved from his position and using the shadows as his cover, he scrambled to hide behind one of the pillars facing the battle ground which by the way happened to be the ground in front of the castle doors.
How the enemies penetrated the country’s defences to get this close to the castle was a mystery and as dense as the double black was he knew how grave the situation was. That’s why he was taking extra care in not being caught. He knew he was being irresponsible by sneaking out of the room. He bet that Hube and the others would be wracked with worry once they find out that he’d been missing. ‘Once they wake up that is,’ he thought smugly as he glanced at his digital watch, ‘and that will be an hour from now.’
He smiled at the memory of how he made all the occupants of the room fall asleep using Anissina’s ’Go-to-sleep-kun’, Shin Makoku’s milder equivalent of a tear gas and surprisingly one of the scientist’s successful inventions. ‘It was a good thing I always bring a vial with me. I am so sorry everyone but I cannot just settle down,’ he apologized silently, carefully moving further to observe the on-going battle unaware of a pair of bright blue eyes following his every move.
Yozak saw Yuuri carefully move from his hiding place to get nearer to the battleground and couldn’t help but sigh. He pursed his lips with displeasure at the sight of an enemy soldier attempting to climb through an open window. He immediately moved towards the intruder and knocked him out cold. He kept a ‘safe distance’ from the Maou after he knocked down two or three more intruders. Chuckling silently, he noticed the young monarch sigh in relief as he went out of his hiding place to take a peek at his surroundings. The young monarch thought that he was doing a good job keeping himself away from trouble.
Little did he know that the reason why nobody attacked him at all was Yozak’s doing. The spy had been watching the Maou’s back ever since the double black sneaked out of the room. ‘Captain and Lord Wolfram were right,’ Yozak thought. ‘That kid is too kind for his own good.’ The spy smiled as he blocked a sword attack from his enemy and pushed his opponent to the ground. He quickly gave his opponent a punch that rendered the enemy unconscious. ‘As long as that kid remains in the shadows he’s safe. I guess he’s mature enough to know how grave the situation is,’ he thought while dodging out of harm’s way. He punched the enemy and turned around just in time to see Yuuri shout and bolted out of his hiding place charging right into the middle of chaos. “Damn! Spoke too soon!” Yozak cursed out loud as he ran after their wayward king.
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Sethridge groaned out loud when he saw Yuuri holding Morgif as the double black blocked the sword of the enemy that tried to attack the soldier form behind. Mixed emotions of relief, anxiety and fear for the monarch’s safety rushed through his being and the image of an angry fire Mazoku entered his mind. He quickly disposed of his and the Maou’s opponents then grabbed the Maou’s hand with the intention of bringing him to safety as quickly as he could.
“What are you doing Lord von Crenshaw?” Yuuri asked angrily as the soldier dragged him from the battlefield through the shadows, avoiding enemy soldiers and shielding him with his sword.
“What do you think you are doing Heika?” Sethridge hissed back as he dodged out of harm’s way, never once did he let go of the Maou’s hand. Sethridge glanced around and saw a pillar where they can hide and dragged the double black towards it. Once safely hidden from everyone’s view he shouted, “Wolfram will kill me if something happens to you!”
“What?” Yuuri asked. “I just saved your life! That’s the thanks I get?”
Sethridge groaned as he answered, “I am a soldier Heika. It is an honor to die defending the Maou.”
“Well this Maou is not happy with anyone dying for his sake!” Yuuri said, his voice rising a notch.
“You’re impossible!” Sethridge exclaimed as he glanced around and unconsciously loosened his grip on the double black. Yuuri took the opportunity to escape from Sethridge’s grasp and ran towards the battlefield.
“HEIKA!!!!” Sethridge shouted as loud as he could to get the retainers’ and the Maou’s soldiers’ attention while he himself ran after the stubborn king. Conrad, Gunter, Gwendal and Wolfram all heard Sethridge and watched in horror as their beloved Maou ran towards the battlefield unprotected with Sethridge running after him and Yozak following a few paces behind.
Conrad immediately sprang into action and disposed of his opponents as he ran towards Yuuri’s direction. Wolfram sighed in relief when he saw Gwendal block an opponent’s sword that tried to attack Yuuri from the right. He himself blocked his opponent’s sword and dodged an attack from the right. He stole a glance towards Yuuri’s direction and saw the retainers surround Yuuri, protecting him from harm.
Wolfram immediately unarmed his opponent and slowly made his way towards the group huddled around the Maou. He slashed, thrust and dodged his way through the enemies blocking his way. Little did he know that a certain pair of onyx eyes watched his every move with mixed worry and awe. As soon as he reached their huddle, Gwendal ordered him to bring the Maou to safety. Wolfram nodded in understanding and ordered, “Sethridge clear the path, Yozak watch our backs. Yuuri stay beside me and don’t do anything stupid!”
If Yuuri showed defiance with Sethridge earlier, his face reflected a mixture of fear and worry after he heard Wolfram’s commanding voice. Left with no choice, he meekly followed the ex-prince as his group ran towards the safety of the castle.
Wolfram silently called on his fire maryoku and created a wall of fire around him and Yuuri effectively creating a shield for him and the Maou while Sethridge and Yozak tried their best to cover the two’s escape.
The group was on their way to the panic room when Wolfram suddenly stopped and drew his sword while his other hand created a fireball. Yozak and Sethridge immediately surrounded the Maou as they sensed the danger lurking behind the shadows. Yuuri gulped as a few minutes of silence passed and the feeling of danger grew at each passing minute.
A flash of metal caught the double black’s eye. He tried to warn the others but never had the chance to do so as he found himself on his butt after Wolfram quickly pushed him out of harm’s way. Everything became a blur. Yuuri vaguely saw Sethridge, Yozak and Wolfram take down an enemy one after the other, and he could hear Wolfram yelling for him to run somewhere safe.
Yuuri was torn between following Wolfram’s orders and staying behind to help and the moment of indecisiveness caused him trouble. Unbeknownst to the three, there was a soldier hidden within the shadows, creeping like a predator preparing to pounce on its prey as he slowly moved towards the king. Yozak saw the movement out of the corner of his eye and shouted, “Heika!”
Wolfram eyes widened in horror as the soldier attacked Yuuri from behind. Adrenaline rushed through the blond’s body as he summoned his maryoku and threw a fireball at the charging soldier as fast as he could.
Yuuri turned around in time to see a sword aimed at him. The attempted ambush had petrified him, any reaction he had in mind had been forgotten. He stood still, expecting the pain he knew would ensue once the weapon pierces through his skin when a burst of fire came out of nowhere and set the soldier ablaze. Then everything happened too quickly. Fireballs were hurled everywhere and the enemies were driven away.
He saw Yozak run after the soldiers and he heard Sethridge calling out Wolfram’s name. The young Maou was brought out of his catatonic state and ran towards the area where Wolfram stood. The blond was still blindly throwing fireballs which Sethridge impeded with his own water spheres. Yuuri was astounded at the scene in front of him.
“What’s happening?” Yuuri asked as he made his way towards Sethridge’s direction.
“I don’t know Heika, he just suddenly lost it! We need to stop him, he’s bleeding! He got a nasty slash at the back when he threw that fireball to save you!” Sethridge said frantically.
Words failed to slip through Yuuri’s lips, suddenly feeling that he was somehow at fault. He had a pretty good idea what Wolfram did to get the nasty wound. He shook his head as if to dispel the thoughts from his head and turned to Sethridge. “Lord von Crenshaw! Are you willing to be flambéed by Wolfram later in order to save his life now?”
Sethridge looked at him quizzically, “I can’t understand what you’re saying Heika.”
“I just need an answer, do you want to save Wolfram’s life or not?!” Yuuri asked once more.
“Of course I do!”
Yuuri smiled and walked towards Sethridge. “Follow my lead,” the double black said as he called on his maryoku and threw a stream of water towards the blond himself instead of the fireballs. Sethridge understood the logic behind when he saw Wolfram stagger a little as the water hit him hard. He saw the blond balance himself and threw a fireball which was smaller and weaker than the previous one.
“You know he’s gonna flambé us after this,” Sethridge stated as he gathered his maryoku at the palm of his hands. Yuuri nodded and smiled, “I’ll brave any fire as long as he’s alive.” Sethridge smiled back and nodded. “Wolfram, we’re sorry!” The two water wielders shouted as they released their maryoku towards the blond.
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Murata smirked as he saw Yuuri glanced at the door impatiently while Gwendal was reading the report regarding the castle attack the night before. The Great Sage had to stifle the urge to laugh out loud as Gwendal asked their king if he had any questions and his friend just gave his chief administrator a blank and embarrassed look.
“You weren’t listening,” Gwendal stated the obvious which earned a nervous chuckle from the double black.
“Uhmm, ano,” Yuuri started but words failed to form in his bright mind. The chief administrator sighed in defeat. He rubbed his forehead as he fought the onslaught of a headache. “Go, we will continue this meeting tomorrow,” Gwendal said to which the young monarch gladly and promptly followed. Murata chuckled as he saw his friend bolt out of the room in a matter of seconds.
“I know I should be happy about this,” Gwendal commented as they all watched the door slam shut. The other occupants of the room looked at him expectantly, urging him to go on. “But I have a bad feeling I’ll earn wrinkles faster in the time Wolfram stays here than the last five years added up.”
“Oh but you look better with wrinkles,” Gunter teased him as they heard a knock from the door. “Come in,” Gwendal said and waited as the door opened and an orange haired spy walked inside the office. “Did I come at a bad time?” Yozak asked as he looked at everyone in the room.
“No, you’re just in time,” Gwendal said.
“Good, just as we suspected, most of the soldiers who attacked us were humans,” Yozak reported. “But I can never figure out how they got past the soldiers on patrol at the borders.”
“You think someone’s helping them?” Murata asked.
Yozak shrugged, “I don’t know Geika, but I think now’s a good time to have an impromptu visit on the borders.”
Gwendal nodded, “I will personally see to it, anything else?”
“Oh yeah, while I was gathering information, some of the soldiers handed me some interesting items,” Yozak said as he placed a small dagger and a flag ripped in two on Gwendal’s desk. The other occupants of the room moved closer to examine the items. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they recognized the insignia on both items.
“Conrad,” Gwendal started but was cut off by his brother. “I’m on it Gwendal,” Conrad assured him.
“Please do not tell Heika about this yet, he may have matured but I don’t think he’s ready for this one,” Gwendal instructed and everyone nodded in agreement.
“Okay, I guess I’m off,” Yozak said. “I’ll send you an update once I get a rational explanation for this.” Gwendal nodded and went back to work as the other occupants of the room left except for Gunter.
“Gwendal,” Gunter whispered softly. “Everything will be alright,” he assured his husband as the chief administrator rewarded the lavender haired advisor a rare smile.
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Yuuri ran as fast as his legs could carry him to the infirmary but slowed down when he saw Sethridge pacing in front of the infirmary door. “Lord von Crenshaw,” Yuuri approached the Mazoku, who bowed in his presence.
“What are you doing out here?” The king asked soon as he was standing in front of Sethridge. The von Crenshaw heir smiled shyly then smirked, “I’d rather stay here than risk being burned.”
Yuuri gulped loudly as Sethridge’s words brought back a scene to mind which would surely incur the wrath of a handsome fire Mazoku. “Maybe he’ll forget about it?” Yuuri asked hopefully.
Sethridge shook his head, “Most probably not.” He then pulled Yuuri and placed him in front of the door and bowed, “After you Heika.”
Yuuri stepped aside, “No, you’re his childhood friend. You should go first.”
“You outrank me Heika. You should go first,” Sethridge replied.
“No I insist,” Yuurir said through clenched teeth.
“No,” Sethridge opened his mouth to continue when they both heard someone cough behind them. They both turned around to find the person they were supposed to visit standing in front of them.
“If you two don’t have any plans of going inside the infirmary. Kindly step out of the way,” Wolfram said in a tone that left no room for argument.
“Wolfram! What are you doing here?” Sethridge asked.
“What are you two doing outside bickering? Are you sick or something?” the blond asked instead of answering. When no one answered he asked again, “Or are you trying to make moves on the doctor? Isn’t that a little too early considering what happened last night?”
“No!” Yuuri and Sethridge answered together.
Wolfram raised an eyebrow in amusement, “No to what?”
“Both,” the two replied in unison.
“Whatever,” Wolfram remarked. He looked at Yuuri and asked, “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting right now?”
“We finished early,” the double black replied. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine, Gisela healed the wound and Rolf used his healing maryoku to help me sleep comfortably last night,” he replied.
“That’s good, so Rolf knows how to heal?” Yuuri asked. “Yes,” Wolfram replied proudly, “the wound wasn’t life threatening, there wasn’t a need to fuss over it.”
“Well we can’t help but be worried at that time right Lord von Crenshaw?” Yuuri defended to which Sethridge nodded in agreement.
“That time,” Wolfram said softly as if in deep thought. Sethridge and Yuuri looked on curiously then started to feel the beginnings of fear envelope their hearts when they saw Wolfram smirk evilly and said, “Which reminds me.”
The blond opened the door to the infirmary and pushed Yuuri and Sethridge inside. He immediately went in and closed the door. He conveniently leaned on the door and crossed his arms. The evil smirk never leaving his handsome face as both Yuuri and Sethridge shivered in fear.
“Gisela!” Wolfram called out to the healer. “You have two more patients to tend to today.”
The healer turned around and saw Yuuri and Sethridge visibly flinch while looking at Wolfram who was casually leaning on the door. She smiled in amusement as she saw the evil smirk on the ex-prince’s face before she answered, “Really? What for?”
The smirk on Wolfram’s face widened as he created two fireballs and saw Yuuri and Sethridge’s eyes widened in fear as he answered, “First degree burns.”
Author:radcliffe_bass
Beta:clover71
Rating: PG-13
Status: WIP
Genre: General/Humor/Romance/Slight Angst
Warning: Characters may be a little OOC.
Personalized Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou. Please do not sue me. (“,) As usual, if there are still some grammar misses, sentence run-ons or spelling mistakes, please forgive me. I am no English genius so please bear with me for a while. As always much love to clover71 for bearing with me and wholeheartedly beta reading this chapter. Comments and ConCrits are very much welcome and appreciated. Happy reading!
Chapter Summary: Yuuri and Wolfram finally had the chance to talk.
Note: This is shounen ai, if you don’t like the genre, feel free to skip this post.
Previous Chapters
Chapter One* Chapter Two*Chapter Three*Chapter Four* Chapter Five* Chapter Six
Chapter 7
The 27th Maou of Shin Makoku trudged along the hallways of Blood Pledge Castle. It was way past midnight but sleep eluded him, still bothered by the incident with Rolf and Wolfram earlier. He had tried to push the thoughts from his head by doing extra paper works to Gwendal's delight. However it seems like his body is hell-bent on defying him. He wasn't even half-way done when his hand started to get cramped so he took the next best strategy he could think of: counting T-zou's to sleep. Then again there were only so much of the poor sheep's imaginary bleeping sounds his troubled mind could take before he started to develop a bad case of migraine. Therefore, left with no choice as he was already settled comfortably in his large and cold bed, he opted to make the long trek towards the kitchen for his no-fail, foolproof, sleep inviting plan...a hot cup of cocoa.
"Heika," a soldier on patrol greeted him as he turned the corner that lead to the kitchen. "Hey," he greeted back, "can't sleep, need something to drink," he added when he saw the inquiring look on the soldier's face. The soldier nodded in understanding, he then bowed and left the Maou to resume his patrol. Yuuri continued on his trek to the kitchen, his thoughts lingered on the incident as his bruised ego resented the haughty way Wolfram handled the situation. On the other hand, the rational side of him argued that he understood where the ex-prince's reaction came from. He had seen how the blond interacted with kids and how the fire-wielder fussed over their adopted daughter when she was a child, it was only fair that he will become a bit more protective when it involves his only son.
He sighed as he stopped in front of the kitchen doors. Much as he wants to deny it, he is still a novice on the subject of Wolfram von Bielefeld. He shook his head to erase the thoughts in his mind as he slowly opened the door. The smell of hot chocolate greeted his senses as soon as entered the dimly lit kitchen. His eyes scanned the room and saw a faint light coming from one of the small stoves at the corner of the room. His eyes made out the silhouette of a person standing in front of a pot of what his nose cheerfully confirmed as hot cocoa.
He smiled as he slowly made his way towards the wonderful person who just made his goal for the night a reality. His smile broadened as he recognized who the 'wonderful person' is. ’Time to improve my Wolfram 101 knowledge,' he thought smugly as the blond Mazoku slowly turned around. His breathing hitched a little at the sight before him…a confused Wolfram dressed in silk green pyjamas bathed in the soft glow of the fire from the stove behind him. The sight was so magical that he thought he would die from the rapid beating of his heart.
"Heika," Wolfram spoke, unintentionally breaking the magical moment. "What are you doing here?"
Yuuri sighed sadly. Trust Wolfram to ruin the beginnings of a romantic moment. He smiled and replied, "Can't sleep, and please call me Yuuri."
"Okay Yuuri," the blond answered tentatively, unsure if he was doing the right thing by addressing the Maou by his first name. Again.
“See, it wasn’t that hard to say right?” Yuuri smiled to which Wolfram just shrugged. The double black sighed, “Please don’t add to the list of people I have to remind. Conrad is enough. So what are you doing?”
Wolfram was surprised at the subtle way that Yuuri scolded him and ended the conversation. He smiled and answered the Maou’s question, “I’m making hot chocolate.” The blond almost dropped the wooden spoon he held when Yuuri whooped and did a goofy dance. Wolfram turned around and started to stir the mixture inside the pot in order to hide the smile on his face caused by Yuuri's antics.
On the other hand, the young king's face sported a cute pout when he realized that Wolfram conveniently ignored him. He drew in a deep breath as he walked toward the nearest table and sat on it. He started to sulk like a child deprived of attention that he failed to notice Wolfram make his way towards him until a steaming cup of hot cocoa floated in his line of vision. Surprised, Yuuri looked up and saw Wolfram nod at him as if ordering him to take the proffered cup.
Muttering his thanks, the Maou took the cup as the blond joined him on the table. They drank in silence and barely noticed that the distance between them was more or less a foot long.
Silence reigned as the two young men were lost in their thoughts. It was quite unnerving for them to see each other at this sleep-deprived state as each of them were the reason why the other cannot sleep.
Yuuri was thinking of ways to start a conversation but cannot seem to find a good topic so he opted to verbalize the first thing that came to mind, "The sky looks beautiful tonight don't you think?"
If Wolfram was surprised by the abrupt question, his face did not show any indication. Instead he stopped drinking, looked at Yuuri's direction and muttered, "Only you can utter a wimpy sentence to start a lame conversation."
Yuuri was about to retort but decided to shut up instead. Silence reigned once more until Wolfram decided that he sounded a little harsh and tried to take some sting off the remark. "Yes, I have never seen a more beautiful night sky than the one we have tonight," the blond said as he gave Yuuri a small smile.
The double black king smiled and mustered the courage to talk back. They had an easy conversation about the past five years. Wolfram related what he had been up to during his stay at Bielefeld. He shared his experience during the infamous battle and how he was able to make alliances and such. Yuuri listened patiently as the blond chatted happily. He smiled as he saw the pride reflected on the blond's fiery green eyes. After sometime, the blond stopped and said, "No fair, you need to tell me what happened to you as well."
Yuuri chuckled when he saw the blond pout. He nodded then spoke of how he had fared for the past five years. How they have reached a détente with Big Shimaron and formed an alliance with Small Shimaron. He then continued to relay on the progress of each country under the alliance, his new adventures, events that happened in the castle during Wolfram's absence and things that they usually enjoyed during their hey-days. Wolfram in turn listened attentively and gave his opinion and comments when they were needed. Both enjoyed the conversation and fell silent after sometime.
"Thank you," Wolfram uttered as he broke the silence and smiled at the black eyed king.
"Huh?" Yuuri answered intelligently. The blond shook his head as he smirked at the reaction. "For not sending me letters...for not visiting me...letting me do as I wish...letting me prove my worth," Wolfram smiled and glanced at Yuuri. "Thank you for understanding what I needed."
Yuuri took a deep breath and glanced at the moon from the kitchen's windows. A few minutes of silence passed before the young king spoke, "It was really hard for me." Yuuri lay down on the table and closed his eyes, he could feel Wolfram's gaze and savoured the moment for as long as he could before he opened his eyes and met Wolfram's gaze.
The ex-prince gasped when he saw the flicker of pain reflected on the young king's eyes. He felt guilty knowing that he might have been the cause of such misery on the double black's heart. He closed his eyes as he wanted so much to comfort the young monarch but an inner battle was raging inside his soul as he knew that he does not have any right to do so anymore. 'Oh crap, to hell with ethics!' Wolfram thought as he opened his emerald eyes once again and met Yuuri's black ones. He hesitantly moved his hand to give Yuuri a comforting pat. He was surprised when the young king grabbed his hand and kissed it.
"It was really hard not to interfere knowing that you were the one involved," Yuuri continued as he tentatively placed the hand he’d been holding against the left side of his chest. "But I knew you wanted to move on and I popping up uninvited and sending you letters won't help. So I had to bear with it even if it hurt me a lot."
"I'm sorry," Wolfram said with a tinge of self-reproach, his voice low and delicate.
"Don't be," Yuuri replied. "It did all of us a lot of good. It made me work hard as well, to become a man worthy of your love and respect."
Wolfram gasped at the words the king uttered and coupled with Yuuri's smile was mesmerized for a moment. Yuuri chuckled at the reaction and took the opportunity to slowly manoeuvre his and Wolfram's position so that the blond ended up sitting on his lap.
Yuuri sighed contentedly at the warm bundle in his arms. The movement caused the ex-prince to become aware of his current position and started to move away from the monarch's embrace. "Don't," Yuuri begged softly as he tightened his hold on the blond.
"But.." Wolfram protested.
"Please Wolf," Yuuri begged once more as he buried his head on Wolfram's shoulder. "Just a few minutes and I won't bother you again. Just give me this moment."
Wolfram sighed in defeat, he could never say no to Yuuri. He suddenly remembered Rolf's remark and chuckled. Yuuri looked up and asked, "What's funny?"
"Noth-", Wolfram started to say but stopped when he saw the tender look on Yuuri's eyes. 'Big mistake looking in his eyes,' he scolded himself.
Yuuri slowly snaked his left arm around Wolfram's waist as his right hand found its way on the back of the blond's neck. Without breaking eye contact, he hesitantly pulled Wolfram's body and face towards his. Wolfram unconsciously licked his lips and closed his eyes as he anticipated the kiss. They could almost feel each other's sweet breath when the doors to the kitchen slammed open.
"Heika--," Gwendal stopped when he saw his youngest brother and Yuuri sprawled on the floor. One look at their awkward position and the colours on their faces and he knew that he interrupted something important. He abruptly turned around to hide his blush and mustered all his strength to let his voice remain calm.
"I cannot find you in your room Heika that's why I decided to look for you," Gwendal explained. "But continue what you were doing, don't mind me, I'll let myself out."
Gwendal noticed that Yuuri was watching him as made his way to the door and discreetly glanced back at them. He smiled a little when he saw the loving look that Yuuri bestowed upon his youngest brother as he helped Wolfram stand up. He was pulling the door close when he suddenly remembered the reason why he was searching for the king.
Gwendal smirked as the door closed behind him and counted from one to ten. He then threw the door open which surprised the room's occupants and in the most nonchalant, calm and normal devil-may-care voice he could muster said, "Oh by the way Heika, I forgot to tell you, the castle is under attack."
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Yuuri sighed as he admired the way Wolfram dodged an enemy’s attack from his hiding place. The double black king knew that he shouldn’t be hiding in such a place but his stubborn self couldn’t help it. He remembered how Wolfram left the kitchen in a hurry after Gwendal’s announcement. He was about to go after the blond when Conrad appeared and promptly accompanied him to the “panic room”. While on their way to the panic room, Conrad related that most of the nobles and guests still in the castle were already ushered to secret rooms which lessened his worry.
He remembered the way he sighed in relief when he saw Murata, Shouri, his parents, Greta, Rolf, Lady Celi, Anissina, Hube and his family inside the room. The Shibuya family were relieved that their youngest son is safe and Jennifer hugged Yuuri in relief. The young monarch just smiled as his eyes scanned the room for a certain blond. He was about to discretely ask Conrad of Wolfram’s whereabouts when Rolf answered his unspoken question with a “Papa’s outside making sure we are safe here.” The young king smiled and walked towards the child to comfort him when emerald eyes so much like Wolfram’s looked pleadingly at him and said, “So please don’t do anything rash Heika.”
Yuuri smiled as he remembered thinking ‘Busted’ after Rolf spoke those words. He almost felt guilty giving Greta a sharp look when he heard her chuckle after he assured the young Mazoku that he wouldn’t do anything rash. The look of disbelief Conrad gave him while he instructed Hube to look after everyone was enough to stab at his conscience. Yuuri had even promised Conrad that he would try to settle down, with an emphasis on the word ‘try’ so that the captain would leave them be. Conrad finally left the room to join the battle after Lady Celi and Anissina’s assured the captain that all will be well.
He gasped as he covered his mouth to stifle a scream when he saw a big soldier charge at Wolfram’s direction. He sighed in relief when he saw a fireball coming from one of Wolfram’s personal guards stopped the enemy. He almost felt annoyed when Wolfram smiled at the young soldier but never had enough time to contemplate on it when he heard footsteps coming from behind. Yuuri hurriedly moved from his position and using the shadows as his cover, he scrambled to hide behind one of the pillars facing the battle ground which by the way happened to be the ground in front of the castle doors.
How the enemies penetrated the country’s defences to get this close to the castle was a mystery and as dense as the double black was he knew how grave the situation was. That’s why he was taking extra care in not being caught. He knew he was being irresponsible by sneaking out of the room. He bet that Hube and the others would be wracked with worry once they find out that he’d been missing. ‘Once they wake up that is,’ he thought smugly as he glanced at his digital watch, ‘and that will be an hour from now.’
He smiled at the memory of how he made all the occupants of the room fall asleep using Anissina’s ’Go-to-sleep-kun’, Shin Makoku’s milder equivalent of a tear gas and surprisingly one of the scientist’s successful inventions. ‘It was a good thing I always bring a vial with me. I am so sorry everyone but I cannot just settle down,’ he apologized silently, carefully moving further to observe the on-going battle unaware of a pair of bright blue eyes following his every move.
Yozak saw Yuuri carefully move from his hiding place to get nearer to the battleground and couldn’t help but sigh. He pursed his lips with displeasure at the sight of an enemy soldier attempting to climb through an open window. He immediately moved towards the intruder and knocked him out cold. He kept a ‘safe distance’ from the Maou after he knocked down two or three more intruders. Chuckling silently, he noticed the young monarch sigh in relief as he went out of his hiding place to take a peek at his surroundings. The young monarch thought that he was doing a good job keeping himself away from trouble.
Little did he know that the reason why nobody attacked him at all was Yozak’s doing. The spy had been watching the Maou’s back ever since the double black sneaked out of the room. ‘Captain and Lord Wolfram were right,’ Yozak thought. ‘That kid is too kind for his own good.’ The spy smiled as he blocked a sword attack from his enemy and pushed his opponent to the ground. He quickly gave his opponent a punch that rendered the enemy unconscious. ‘As long as that kid remains in the shadows he’s safe. I guess he’s mature enough to know how grave the situation is,’ he thought while dodging out of harm’s way. He punched the enemy and turned around just in time to see Yuuri shout and bolted out of his hiding place charging right into the middle of chaos. “Damn! Spoke too soon!” Yozak cursed out loud as he ran after their wayward king.
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Sethridge groaned out loud when he saw Yuuri holding Morgif as the double black blocked the sword of the enemy that tried to attack the soldier form behind. Mixed emotions of relief, anxiety and fear for the monarch’s safety rushed through his being and the image of an angry fire Mazoku entered his mind. He quickly disposed of his and the Maou’s opponents then grabbed the Maou’s hand with the intention of bringing him to safety as quickly as he could.
“What are you doing Lord von Crenshaw?” Yuuri asked angrily as the soldier dragged him from the battlefield through the shadows, avoiding enemy soldiers and shielding him with his sword.
“What do you think you are doing Heika?” Sethridge hissed back as he dodged out of harm’s way, never once did he let go of the Maou’s hand. Sethridge glanced around and saw a pillar where they can hide and dragged the double black towards it. Once safely hidden from everyone’s view he shouted, “Wolfram will kill me if something happens to you!”
“What?” Yuuri asked. “I just saved your life! That’s the thanks I get?”
Sethridge groaned as he answered, “I am a soldier Heika. It is an honor to die defending the Maou.”
“Well this Maou is not happy with anyone dying for his sake!” Yuuri said, his voice rising a notch.
“You’re impossible!” Sethridge exclaimed as he glanced around and unconsciously loosened his grip on the double black. Yuuri took the opportunity to escape from Sethridge’s grasp and ran towards the battlefield.
“HEIKA!!!!” Sethridge shouted as loud as he could to get the retainers’ and the Maou’s soldiers’ attention while he himself ran after the stubborn king. Conrad, Gunter, Gwendal and Wolfram all heard Sethridge and watched in horror as their beloved Maou ran towards the battlefield unprotected with Sethridge running after him and Yozak following a few paces behind.
Conrad immediately sprang into action and disposed of his opponents as he ran towards Yuuri’s direction. Wolfram sighed in relief when he saw Gwendal block an opponent’s sword that tried to attack Yuuri from the right. He himself blocked his opponent’s sword and dodged an attack from the right. He stole a glance towards Yuuri’s direction and saw the retainers surround Yuuri, protecting him from harm.
Wolfram immediately unarmed his opponent and slowly made his way towards the group huddled around the Maou. He slashed, thrust and dodged his way through the enemies blocking his way. Little did he know that a certain pair of onyx eyes watched his every move with mixed worry and awe. As soon as he reached their huddle, Gwendal ordered him to bring the Maou to safety. Wolfram nodded in understanding and ordered, “Sethridge clear the path, Yozak watch our backs. Yuuri stay beside me and don’t do anything stupid!”
If Yuuri showed defiance with Sethridge earlier, his face reflected a mixture of fear and worry after he heard Wolfram’s commanding voice. Left with no choice, he meekly followed the ex-prince as his group ran towards the safety of the castle.
Wolfram silently called on his fire maryoku and created a wall of fire around him and Yuuri effectively creating a shield for him and the Maou while Sethridge and Yozak tried their best to cover the two’s escape.
The group was on their way to the panic room when Wolfram suddenly stopped and drew his sword while his other hand created a fireball. Yozak and Sethridge immediately surrounded the Maou as they sensed the danger lurking behind the shadows. Yuuri gulped as a few minutes of silence passed and the feeling of danger grew at each passing minute.
A flash of metal caught the double black’s eye. He tried to warn the others but never had the chance to do so as he found himself on his butt after Wolfram quickly pushed him out of harm’s way. Everything became a blur. Yuuri vaguely saw Sethridge, Yozak and Wolfram take down an enemy one after the other, and he could hear Wolfram yelling for him to run somewhere safe.
Yuuri was torn between following Wolfram’s orders and staying behind to help and the moment of indecisiveness caused him trouble. Unbeknownst to the three, there was a soldier hidden within the shadows, creeping like a predator preparing to pounce on its prey as he slowly moved towards the king. Yozak saw the movement out of the corner of his eye and shouted, “Heika!”
Wolfram eyes widened in horror as the soldier attacked Yuuri from behind. Adrenaline rushed through the blond’s body as he summoned his maryoku and threw a fireball at the charging soldier as fast as he could.
Yuuri turned around in time to see a sword aimed at him. The attempted ambush had petrified him, any reaction he had in mind had been forgotten. He stood still, expecting the pain he knew would ensue once the weapon pierces through his skin when a burst of fire came out of nowhere and set the soldier ablaze. Then everything happened too quickly. Fireballs were hurled everywhere and the enemies were driven away.
He saw Yozak run after the soldiers and he heard Sethridge calling out Wolfram’s name. The young Maou was brought out of his catatonic state and ran towards the area where Wolfram stood. The blond was still blindly throwing fireballs which Sethridge impeded with his own water spheres. Yuuri was astounded at the scene in front of him.
“What’s happening?” Yuuri asked as he made his way towards Sethridge’s direction.
“I don’t know Heika, he just suddenly lost it! We need to stop him, he’s bleeding! He got a nasty slash at the back when he threw that fireball to save you!” Sethridge said frantically.
Words failed to slip through Yuuri’s lips, suddenly feeling that he was somehow at fault. He had a pretty good idea what Wolfram did to get the nasty wound. He shook his head as if to dispel the thoughts from his head and turned to Sethridge. “Lord von Crenshaw! Are you willing to be flambéed by Wolfram later in order to save his life now?”
Sethridge looked at him quizzically, “I can’t understand what you’re saying Heika.”
“I just need an answer, do you want to save Wolfram’s life or not?!” Yuuri asked once more.
“Of course I do!”
Yuuri smiled and walked towards Sethridge. “Follow my lead,” the double black said as he called on his maryoku and threw a stream of water towards the blond himself instead of the fireballs. Sethridge understood the logic behind when he saw Wolfram stagger a little as the water hit him hard. He saw the blond balance himself and threw a fireball which was smaller and weaker than the previous one.
“You know he’s gonna flambé us after this,” Sethridge stated as he gathered his maryoku at the palm of his hands. Yuuri nodded and smiled, “I’ll brave any fire as long as he’s alive.” Sethridge smiled back and nodded. “Wolfram, we’re sorry!” The two water wielders shouted as they released their maryoku towards the blond.
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Murata smirked as he saw Yuuri glanced at the door impatiently while Gwendal was reading the report regarding the castle attack the night before. The Great Sage had to stifle the urge to laugh out loud as Gwendal asked their king if he had any questions and his friend just gave his chief administrator a blank and embarrassed look.
“You weren’t listening,” Gwendal stated the obvious which earned a nervous chuckle from the double black.
“Uhmm, ano,” Yuuri started but words failed to form in his bright mind. The chief administrator sighed in defeat. He rubbed his forehead as he fought the onslaught of a headache. “Go, we will continue this meeting tomorrow,” Gwendal said to which the young monarch gladly and promptly followed. Murata chuckled as he saw his friend bolt out of the room in a matter of seconds.
“I know I should be happy about this,” Gwendal commented as they all watched the door slam shut. The other occupants of the room looked at him expectantly, urging him to go on. “But I have a bad feeling I’ll earn wrinkles faster in the time Wolfram stays here than the last five years added up.”
“Oh but you look better with wrinkles,” Gunter teased him as they heard a knock from the door. “Come in,” Gwendal said and waited as the door opened and an orange haired spy walked inside the office. “Did I come at a bad time?” Yozak asked as he looked at everyone in the room.
“No, you’re just in time,” Gwendal said.
“Good, just as we suspected, most of the soldiers who attacked us were humans,” Yozak reported. “But I can never figure out how they got past the soldiers on patrol at the borders.”
“You think someone’s helping them?” Murata asked.
Yozak shrugged, “I don’t know Geika, but I think now’s a good time to have an impromptu visit on the borders.”
Gwendal nodded, “I will personally see to it, anything else?”
“Oh yeah, while I was gathering information, some of the soldiers handed me some interesting items,” Yozak said as he placed a small dagger and a flag ripped in two on Gwendal’s desk. The other occupants of the room moved closer to examine the items. Their eyes widened in disbelief as they recognized the insignia on both items.
“Conrad,” Gwendal started but was cut off by his brother. “I’m on it Gwendal,” Conrad assured him.
“Please do not tell Heika about this yet, he may have matured but I don’t think he’s ready for this one,” Gwendal instructed and everyone nodded in agreement.
“Okay, I guess I’m off,” Yozak said. “I’ll send you an update once I get a rational explanation for this.” Gwendal nodded and went back to work as the other occupants of the room left except for Gunter.
“Gwendal,” Gunter whispered softly. “Everything will be alright,” he assured his husband as the chief administrator rewarded the lavender haired advisor a rare smile.
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Yuuri ran as fast as his legs could carry him to the infirmary but slowed down when he saw Sethridge pacing in front of the infirmary door. “Lord von Crenshaw,” Yuuri approached the Mazoku, who bowed in his presence.
“What are you doing out here?” The king asked soon as he was standing in front of Sethridge. The von Crenshaw heir smiled shyly then smirked, “I’d rather stay here than risk being burned.”
Yuuri gulped loudly as Sethridge’s words brought back a scene to mind which would surely incur the wrath of a handsome fire Mazoku. “Maybe he’ll forget about it?” Yuuri asked hopefully.
Sethridge shook his head, “Most probably not.” He then pulled Yuuri and placed him in front of the door and bowed, “After you Heika.”
Yuuri stepped aside, “No, you’re his childhood friend. You should go first.”
“You outrank me Heika. You should go first,” Sethridge replied.
“No I insist,” Yuurir said through clenched teeth.
“No,” Sethridge opened his mouth to continue when they both heard someone cough behind them. They both turned around to find the person they were supposed to visit standing in front of them.
“If you two don’t have any plans of going inside the infirmary. Kindly step out of the way,” Wolfram said in a tone that left no room for argument.
“Wolfram! What are you doing here?” Sethridge asked.
“What are you two doing outside bickering? Are you sick or something?” the blond asked instead of answering. When no one answered he asked again, “Or are you trying to make moves on the doctor? Isn’t that a little too early considering what happened last night?”
“No!” Yuuri and Sethridge answered together.
Wolfram raised an eyebrow in amusement, “No to what?”
“Both,” the two replied in unison.
“Whatever,” Wolfram remarked. He looked at Yuuri and asked, “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting right now?”
“We finished early,” the double black replied. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine, Gisela healed the wound and Rolf used his healing maryoku to help me sleep comfortably last night,” he replied.
“That’s good, so Rolf knows how to heal?” Yuuri asked. “Yes,” Wolfram replied proudly, “the wound wasn’t life threatening, there wasn’t a need to fuss over it.”
“Well we can’t help but be worried at that time right Lord von Crenshaw?” Yuuri defended to which Sethridge nodded in agreement.
“That time,” Wolfram said softly as if in deep thought. Sethridge and Yuuri looked on curiously then started to feel the beginnings of fear envelope their hearts when they saw Wolfram smirk evilly and said, “Which reminds me.”
The blond opened the door to the infirmary and pushed Yuuri and Sethridge inside. He immediately went in and closed the door. He conveniently leaned on the door and crossed his arms. The evil smirk never leaving his handsome face as both Yuuri and Sethridge shivered in fear.
“Gisela!” Wolfram called out to the healer. “You have two more patients to tend to today.”
The healer turned around and saw Yuuri and Sethridge visibly flinch while looking at Wolfram who was casually leaning on the door. She smiled in amusement as she saw the evil smirk on the ex-prince’s face before she answered, “Really? What for?”
The smirk on Wolfram’s face widened as he created two fireballs and saw Yuuri and Sethridge’s eyes widened in fear as he answered, “First degree burns.”