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Kyou Kara Maou / Yuuri + Wolfram / Theme 8. The Space Between Us
Title: Personal Space
Author: iilii
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Yuuri + Wolfram
Rating: G to PG
Word Count: 1,423
Theme: 8. The Space Between Us
Warnings: Implied boy-boy attraction
Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou or any of its characters. If I did, the series would be a hell of a lot less of a cock-tease than it is.
It drove Yuuri crazy how much Wolfram chased after him. Sure, he knew the blond missed him when Yuuri was on Earth, and it was probably difficult not knowing when he would come back, but surely that was no more difficult than it was for Yuuri, since he never knew when he was going to be flushed back to Shin Makoku. Yuuri liked the blond, really he did, despite all of the awkwardness that came from being the not-quite-willing fiance of another boy. Still, sometimes it seemed like Wolfram wouldn't give him any time to himself. Wouldn't anyone run?
Yuuri tried making his feelings clear before bed. Well, as clear as he could without stating it directly. "This is my side," he said, virtually drawing a line down the middle of the mattress. "And that side's yours. All right?"
Wolfram grumbled but didn't argue. When they went to sleep, each of them was firmly on his own side of the bed, which was the way Yuuri liked it. Too bad that when he woke up in the middle of the night, Wolfram was sprawled across him and his side of the bed.
"Wolfram, geez! How about giving me some personal space?" Yuuri said, trying to wriggle out from under the boy's dead weight.
Wolfram would just give him that infuriatingly aloof sniff. "What do you need personal space for? We are engaged."
"You say that, but that doesn't mean that we have to be glued together all day and night," the dark-haired boy said.
"We're hardly glued together all day," Wolfram said. Yuuri noticed that the other boy didn't argue the "all night" bit. "What would you do if I wasn't around?"
"What do you mean, 'wasn't around'?" Yuuri said. "You shouldn't say things like that. No one, including me, wants anything bad to happen to you." Wolfram's expression was strange, though, and Yuuri couldn't quite read it. The blond wrapped himself firmly up in the blanket and rolled over, turning his back on Yuuri.
When Yuuri woke up in the morning, he wasn't entirely sure where he was. Unlike nearly every other morning he woke up in Shin Makoku, he was in bed alone.
"Wolfram?" He peeked over the edge of the bed, checking to see if the boy had fallen off the edge. It didn't look like Wolfram was in the room at all anymore.
And that wasn't all. Yuuri didn't see Wolfram at breakfast or even during the day. Gunter snatched him from the breakfast table and hauled him off to the classroom for his lessons. It wasn't unusual for Yuuri to spend most of the day gazing out the window, but this time he kept hoping to catch sight of a familiar blue uniform.
Conrad rescued him in the afternoon in the name of a little sword practice, but they ended up playing baseball instead. Of course Yuuri always enjoyed baseball as well as hanging out with Conrad, but today he had other things on his mind. It felt strange not to have Wolfram following him around, making disapproving comments, and just generally keeping an eye on him. Of course nothing he encountered in Blood Pledge Castle was dangerous, but he found he was a little resentful, as if something could happen and then Wolfram wouldn't be there.
"Where do you think Wolfram is today?" Yuuri asked Conrad as the two tossed the baseball back and forth. His annoyance put a little more of a spin on the ball than usual.
Conrad seemed to have no trouble catching the ball, even with the heat of Yuuri's anger behind it. "I'm not sure," he answered. "I believe he had something to do outside of Blood Pledge Castle today."
"Really?" Yuuri asked. "What could he be doing?" It was strange, thinking about Wolfram going somewhere without him. The idea made a little twinge form in Yuuri's stomach.
He did see Wolfram at dinner, but the boy seemed quieter than usual. Yuuri tried to engage the blond boy in conversation a couple of times, but Gunter seemed particularly intent on questioning him on irrelevant trivia, such as the difference between neckties and ascots. Yuuri tried to tell him he was hardly an expert on the particulars of Earth fashion, but that only seemed to encourage him. Then after dinner, Greta asked him to play with her, and he could hardly say no to her.
"Wolfram should come play with us too," she said. "Can we ask him to?"
"I was just thinking the same thing earlier," Yuuri said, giving his daughter a kind smile. "Should we go find him?"
"Yes!" Greta said, clapping delightedly. But despite the enthusiasm they both felt for the search, they had no luck locating Wolfram. They went through every public room in the castle and a fair number of private ones, and still there was no sign of the blond boy. At last they had to give up, since it was nearing Greta's bedtime and they had done nothing all evening but search.
"I'll probably see him when he comes back to the bedroom to sleep," he assured Greta, who was looking worried, as he tucked her in. "He was at dinner, so he has to be around the castle somewhere. Don't worry, I'll tell him he has to spend some time with us tomorrow."
"Good," Greta said, her sleepy eyes drooping shut. "You're the Maou, so he has to do what you say."
"Yes, that's right," Yuuri said, though he wasn't entirely sure he could get Wolfram to do what he said simply on account of that.
As he walked back to his room, Yuuri thought about what he should do if Wolfram didn't come back. Maybe he should just go to bed. It wasn't any of his business if Wolfram decided to stay up all night doing who-knows-what, was it? But he also knew that if he tried just going to bed, he probably would stay awake worrying, in which case there wouldn't be much difference between that and going out to look for him. He could probably even recruit Conrad and some of the others to help look. That would show Wolfram not to go wandering off without telling anyone where he was going, wouldn't it?
All of those thoughts evaporated when he stepped into his room, however. There was the blond boy, wrapped up in a bathrobe, his hair still wet from a bath. "Wolfram! Where have you been all day?"
The other boy glanced up from the book he was reading. "Out. Why?"
"Greta was missing you," he said. "She wanted me to make you promise that you'd play with us tomorrow."
Wolfram shrugged, this time not even looking up from his book. "Sure, if she wants me to. Greta is my daughter too."
Yuuri glared at the other boy for a long moment then sighed. This wasn't going at all the way he had hoped. "All right, I was looking for you. too," he admitted. "I missed you. It was weird waking up with you gone this morning." He walked over to sit down beside the other boy on the sofa. Wolfram looked like he wanted to edge away, but he didn't.
"You said you wanted some personal space," Wolfram said, slowly lowering the book to his lap. "So I gave you some. Did you enjoy it?" There was some emotion in the boy's voice that Yuuri couldn't quite identify.
Yuuri was quiet for a moment. "Not as much as I thought I would, I guess. I kept wondering where you were and what you were doing."
"Why?" Wolfram's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Did you think I couldn't take care of myself?"
"Not at all," Yuuri answered. "I guess I've just gotten used to having you around."
"So you've been taking me for granted, huh? Why am I not surprised." Wolfram rolled his eyes.
"I didn't mean to. And I'll try not to do it in the future." Yuuri reached out and placed a hand on Wolfram's arm, squeezing it lightly. It was a possessive gesture, one he couldn't help making. "Please don't ever leave me again."
There was an initial flicker of distrust in Wolfram's eyes, and Yuuri felt bad for having said the things he did earlier. Finally Wolfram said, "Fine. As long as you don't wake me up in the middle of the night with your complaints."
Yuuri smiled, his hand sliding down Wolfram's arm to grasp the boy's hand, tugging firmly. "Fine. Now let's go to bed."
Author: iilii
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Yuuri + Wolfram
Rating: G to PG
Word Count: 1,423
Theme: 8. The Space Between Us
Warnings: Implied boy-boy attraction
Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou or any of its characters. If I did, the series would be a hell of a lot less of a cock-tease than it is.
It drove Yuuri crazy how much Wolfram chased after him. Sure, he knew the blond missed him when Yuuri was on Earth, and it was probably difficult not knowing when he would come back, but surely that was no more difficult than it was for Yuuri, since he never knew when he was going to be flushed back to Shin Makoku. Yuuri liked the blond, really he did, despite all of the awkwardness that came from being the not-quite-willing fiance of another boy. Still, sometimes it seemed like Wolfram wouldn't give him any time to himself. Wouldn't anyone run?
Yuuri tried making his feelings clear before bed. Well, as clear as he could without stating it directly. "This is my side," he said, virtually drawing a line down the middle of the mattress. "And that side's yours. All right?"
Wolfram grumbled but didn't argue. When they went to sleep, each of them was firmly on his own side of the bed, which was the way Yuuri liked it. Too bad that when he woke up in the middle of the night, Wolfram was sprawled across him and his side of the bed.
"Wolfram, geez! How about giving me some personal space?" Yuuri said, trying to wriggle out from under the boy's dead weight.
Wolfram would just give him that infuriatingly aloof sniff. "What do you need personal space for? We are engaged."
"You say that, but that doesn't mean that we have to be glued together all day and night," the dark-haired boy said.
"We're hardly glued together all day," Wolfram said. Yuuri noticed that the other boy didn't argue the "all night" bit. "What would you do if I wasn't around?"
"What do you mean, 'wasn't around'?" Yuuri said. "You shouldn't say things like that. No one, including me, wants anything bad to happen to you." Wolfram's expression was strange, though, and Yuuri couldn't quite read it. The blond wrapped himself firmly up in the blanket and rolled over, turning his back on Yuuri.
When Yuuri woke up in the morning, he wasn't entirely sure where he was. Unlike nearly every other morning he woke up in Shin Makoku, he was in bed alone.
"Wolfram?" He peeked over the edge of the bed, checking to see if the boy had fallen off the edge. It didn't look like Wolfram was in the room at all anymore.
And that wasn't all. Yuuri didn't see Wolfram at breakfast or even during the day. Gunter snatched him from the breakfast table and hauled him off to the classroom for his lessons. It wasn't unusual for Yuuri to spend most of the day gazing out the window, but this time he kept hoping to catch sight of a familiar blue uniform.
Conrad rescued him in the afternoon in the name of a little sword practice, but they ended up playing baseball instead. Of course Yuuri always enjoyed baseball as well as hanging out with Conrad, but today he had other things on his mind. It felt strange not to have Wolfram following him around, making disapproving comments, and just generally keeping an eye on him. Of course nothing he encountered in Blood Pledge Castle was dangerous, but he found he was a little resentful, as if something could happen and then Wolfram wouldn't be there.
"Where do you think Wolfram is today?" Yuuri asked Conrad as the two tossed the baseball back and forth. His annoyance put a little more of a spin on the ball than usual.
Conrad seemed to have no trouble catching the ball, even with the heat of Yuuri's anger behind it. "I'm not sure," he answered. "I believe he had something to do outside of Blood Pledge Castle today."
"Really?" Yuuri asked. "What could he be doing?" It was strange, thinking about Wolfram going somewhere without him. The idea made a little twinge form in Yuuri's stomach.
He did see Wolfram at dinner, but the boy seemed quieter than usual. Yuuri tried to engage the blond boy in conversation a couple of times, but Gunter seemed particularly intent on questioning him on irrelevant trivia, such as the difference between neckties and ascots. Yuuri tried to tell him he was hardly an expert on the particulars of Earth fashion, but that only seemed to encourage him. Then after dinner, Greta asked him to play with her, and he could hardly say no to her.
"Wolfram should come play with us too," she said. "Can we ask him to?"
"I was just thinking the same thing earlier," Yuuri said, giving his daughter a kind smile. "Should we go find him?"
"Yes!" Greta said, clapping delightedly. But despite the enthusiasm they both felt for the search, they had no luck locating Wolfram. They went through every public room in the castle and a fair number of private ones, and still there was no sign of the blond boy. At last they had to give up, since it was nearing Greta's bedtime and they had done nothing all evening but search.
"I'll probably see him when he comes back to the bedroom to sleep," he assured Greta, who was looking worried, as he tucked her in. "He was at dinner, so he has to be around the castle somewhere. Don't worry, I'll tell him he has to spend some time with us tomorrow."
"Good," Greta said, her sleepy eyes drooping shut. "You're the Maou, so he has to do what you say."
"Yes, that's right," Yuuri said, though he wasn't entirely sure he could get Wolfram to do what he said simply on account of that.
As he walked back to his room, Yuuri thought about what he should do if Wolfram didn't come back. Maybe he should just go to bed. It wasn't any of his business if Wolfram decided to stay up all night doing who-knows-what, was it? But he also knew that if he tried just going to bed, he probably would stay awake worrying, in which case there wouldn't be much difference between that and going out to look for him. He could probably even recruit Conrad and some of the others to help look. That would show Wolfram not to go wandering off without telling anyone where he was going, wouldn't it?
All of those thoughts evaporated when he stepped into his room, however. There was the blond boy, wrapped up in a bathrobe, his hair still wet from a bath. "Wolfram! Where have you been all day?"
The other boy glanced up from the book he was reading. "Out. Why?"
"Greta was missing you," he said. "She wanted me to make you promise that you'd play with us tomorrow."
Wolfram shrugged, this time not even looking up from his book. "Sure, if she wants me to. Greta is my daughter too."
Yuuri glared at the other boy for a long moment then sighed. This wasn't going at all the way he had hoped. "All right, I was looking for you. too," he admitted. "I missed you. It was weird waking up with you gone this morning." He walked over to sit down beside the other boy on the sofa. Wolfram looked like he wanted to edge away, but he didn't.
"You said you wanted some personal space," Wolfram said, slowly lowering the book to his lap. "So I gave you some. Did you enjoy it?" There was some emotion in the boy's voice that Yuuri couldn't quite identify.
Yuuri was quiet for a moment. "Not as much as I thought I would, I guess. I kept wondering where you were and what you were doing."
"Why?" Wolfram's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Did you think I couldn't take care of myself?"
"Not at all," Yuuri answered. "I guess I've just gotten used to having you around."
"So you've been taking me for granted, huh? Why am I not surprised." Wolfram rolled his eyes.
"I didn't mean to. And I'll try not to do it in the future." Yuuri reached out and placed a hand on Wolfram's arm, squeezing it lightly. It was a possessive gesture, one he couldn't help making. "Please don't ever leave me again."
There was an initial flicker of distrust in Wolfram's eyes, and Yuuri felt bad for having said the things he did earlier. Finally Wolfram said, "Fine. As long as you don't wake me up in the middle of the night with your complaints."
Yuuri smiled, his hand sliding down Wolfram's arm to grasp the boy's hand, tugging firmly. "Fine. Now let's go to bed."