FIC: 1 UP - Chapter 6: Maid to Talk
Title: 1 Up - Chapter 6: Maid to Talk
Author: batty_gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: T
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram and Saralegui
Word Count: 1688
Fic Type: Chaptered
Fic Summary: Wolfram and Saralegui play games with each other, with unexpected results and fallout. Shinou tactics, chemical provocation, passive-aggressiveness, manipulation and other dirty tricks are used to bring each other down. Wolfram and Saralegui.
Chapter Summary: The maids make wagers on who Wolfram will end up with, and Gwendal gets some news that bothers him. A lot.
All Chapters (Fic is Completed): 1 Up: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
1 Up - Chapter 6: Maid to Talk
A group of maids were lounging around outside while on break, drinking tea and chatting happily about all of the rumors surrounding the castle.
“Did you hear? Lord von Voltaire ran off yet another of Lord von Bielefeld's suitors!” Doria said, her voice excited.
“That's the third this week!” Sangria cackled.
“I'm still shocked about that last one, however. You would think that Lord von Voltaire would be alright with his own cousin pursuing Lord von Bielefeld, at the very least,” Lasagna said.
“Agreed. I thought he'd have the highest chance out of all of them that have come these past few months.”
“I suppose that Lord von Voltaire is holding out for the one that seems to have truly captivated Lord von Bielefeld's heart,” the newest maid, Hedda, said.
“Ah, I still can't believe it! I really thought Lord von Bielefeld hated him!” Sangria remarked, and the others nodded their agreement.
“I know I about died when I heard that he had been sending him gifts and letters!”
“Yes, that's so very unlike Lord von Bielefeld to do so. I mean, he never acted that way with the Maou!”
“I think the Maou was simply a crush for Lord von Bielefeld, and that his feelings for King Saralegui are the real thing,” Hedda said, slyly.
“Well, after that incident where they were caught up against the wall, at least we know that King Saralegui actually desires Lord von Bielefeld.”
“But I don't understand. What about the choking incident? That made it seem like Lord von Bielefeld hated him.”
Hedda thought about it for a moment. “I think King Saralegui was jealous of Lord von Bielefeld's feelings for the Maou, and somehow caused him to end his engagement so that he could be with him.”
“That's an excellent theory!”
“It's sad, though. Lord von Bielefeld is so very handsome.”
“Yes, and his temper is nowhere near as bad as it used to be. But lately, he's been so off that I kind of miss the old him.”
“Well, I think His Majesty's remarks at the ball after the choking incident is making him act that way.”
“I say he still loves His Majesty.”
“I doubt he does, I think he's moved on to King Saralegui.”
“What about that guy he danced with at the last ball? Let's not forget him!”
Hedda looked at the other maids. “So, who do you think Lord von Bielefeld will end up with?”
“My money is on His Majesty Yuuri.” Lasagna said. “I highly doubt Lord von Bielefeld has fallen out of love that quickly. Plus, the Maou is always staring out of his window when Lord von Bielefeld is in the courtyard practicing with Lord Weller or one of his troops.”
“I'll put mine on King Saralegui,” Sangria replied. “His Majesty Yuuri has shown that he has little interest in Lord von Bielefeld, while, on the other hand, King Saralegui is exchanging letters with him. He also looked quite entranced with him at the ball when I saw them dance. The chemistry between them was so explosive, I almost dropped the drinks I was serving!”
“I'm holding out for that mysterious man Lord von Bielefeld was dancing with at the last ball. I caught a glimpse of him when I brought in more snacks, and he was simply stunning! They were so nice-looking together, and the way Lord von Bielefeld managed to get lost in his gorgeous eyes!”
The three other maids looked at Hedda. “Well, what is your bet?”
“I'll bet on Yozak Gurrier.”
“Yozak Gurrier?!” the three others exclaimed.
“Yes. He and Lord von Bielefeld have been mighty close lately. I even saw Lord von Bielefeld pull him into his room the other night. ”
“What?!!” the others asked, shocked.
“One wonders if they're having some sort of relationship that we don't know about,” Hedda implied, studying her nails.
“Oh my... this is a new development.,” Sangria said.
“Indeed.”
“Let's do a double bet!”
“Fine, I'll put fifty on the Maou and twenty-five on King Saralegui,” Lasagna said.
“I'll match, with the fifty on King Saralegui and the twenty-five on the Maou.”
“My fifty on that mystery man, and twenty-five on Gurrier.”
They looked at Hedda again. “And yours?”
“Fifty on Gurrier, twenty-five on the Great Sage.”
“The Sage?!!”
“Lord von Bielefeld was holding quite an animated conversation with him the other day, and his arm was draped over the Sage's shoulders the entire time, pulling him closer and closer.”
The maids were silent once more.
“Triple bet, anyone?” Doria said.
As three of the maids worked out the details of the triple bet, the fourth mused over how she had managed to plant all of these seeds of deception into their nosy heads over the past month. She also knew that Günter could hear everything that was said at this particular spot from his office - and was aware that he was currently listening thanks to a sign her partner-in-crime sent. She wondered how long it would take before he ran off to tell Gwendal everything he had heard.
She also hadn't failed to notice Conrart lurking around the corner and taking in the conversation. She wondered if he had recognized her, yet.
Yozak's skills at makeup and disguises could fool some of the best eyes, but Conrart could also see through most of them, easily.
“Hedda, what's your triple bet?”
She looked at them. “Seventy-five on Gurrier, fifty on the Sage, and twenty-five on Lord Weller.”
“Lord Weller?!!” they exclaimed.
“Saw them hug, and then hold hands while walking back to the castle after practice yesterday,” Hedda said, wondering just what Conrart's face looked like at that moment.
“How about a quad bet?” Sangria said.
She sipped her tea as they argued the terms of the quad bet, and couldn't wait to add Günter's name to the mix for the sheer Hell of it. It had been tricky playing a dual role for the past month, but more than worth it.
Wolfram twirled a blue strand of hair around his fingers as he made his new bet. He simply loved playing this game.
“So... you are telling me that the maids are saying that my brother has been sending letters and gifts to King Saralegui?” Gwendal asked, unable to believe what an hysterical Günter had just told him.
“Not only that, but there's gossip that Wolfram has something going on with Yozak, the Sage, Lord Weller and me of all people!” Günter complained, totally bothered by the implication that he and Wolfram were having a secret affair. And all because Wolfram accidentally stumbled into him and he had held his arm to steady him. He cursed those damned maids for taking every slight touch as a sign of romance!
“I don't think Wolfram has anything going on with the people that you listed, though I do worry about that perverted Sage and the way he ogles him sometimes. I'm more bothered by these claims that my brother has been sending letters and gifts to King Saralegui.”
“They didn't elaborate on it, but something tells me that this is old news to them. I wonder how long it has been going on?” Günter questioned.
“I wonder if it's going on, period,” Gwendal mumbled. “I can't take this anymore, between all these damned suitors suddenly showing up, and the way Wolfram has been acting, I'm going mad. If he has been sending such things to that King, I don't know what I'll do!”
“Calm down, Gwendal. I'm pretty sure there's a good reason for this.”
“What good reason could there be for my brother to send gifts and letters to King Saralegui?”
The room was silent for quite some time as the two men stared at each other.
“Just as I thought. None. Now get me Gurrier!” Gwendal demanded, and Günter quickly obliged.
Three days later, a stunned Gwendal von Voltaire sat in his office, reeling over the information that Yozak had just given him.
“I can't believe it. So the gossip about Wolfram sending letters and gifts to King Saralegui is true?”
“Indeed it is. This letter he sent that I intercepted is the proof,” Yozak said, cheerfully. He neglected to mention that the “proof” Gwendal held was a fabricated letter. Wolfram had wrote it and handed it to him, with no intentions to send it.
“I wonder if His Majesty knows about any of this.”
“Oh, something tells me that he does,” Yozak said, cryptically. He had made sure that the Maou had “stumbled upon” a few of Hedda's information plantings with the maids. He and Wolfram had a good laugh when he described the look of sheer horror on Yuuri's face when he heard Hedda proclaim that she thought that Greta might grow up and marry Wolfram.
He watched as Gwendal re-read it for the fifth time, still not managing to decipher Wolfram's reasons for writing it.
“Why? Why is he sending letters and gifts to King Saralegui? I thought he couldn't stand him?”
“Well, I heard they did dance together at the last ball, so one can hardly say he doesn't like him. I've even heard that he's been sending things to that King since right after that choking fiasco.”
“I'll be...” Gwendal trailed off. “I don't even know what to do with this information. I don't even know how to take it, either.”
“Quite frankly, if I may inject my opinion-”
“No. I don't want to hear any opinion you have on this. Ever.”
“Fine, but I want to be present when you confront him.”
“I'll need you to be. There's no telling what I might do to him when I find out the answer.”
Author's notes: This is the revised edition of this chapter. Next chapter: Wolfram plays word games with Gwendal and the others.
Author: batty_gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: T
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram and Saralegui
Word Count: 1688
Fic Type: Chaptered
Fic Summary: Wolfram and Saralegui play games with each other, with unexpected results and fallout. Shinou tactics, chemical provocation, passive-aggressiveness, manipulation and other dirty tricks are used to bring each other down. Wolfram and Saralegui.
Chapter Summary: The maids make wagers on who Wolfram will end up with, and Gwendal gets some news that bothers him. A lot.
All Chapters (Fic is Completed): 1 Up: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
1 Up - Chapter 6: Maid to Talk
A group of maids were lounging around outside while on break, drinking tea and chatting happily about all of the rumors surrounding the castle.
“Did you hear? Lord von Voltaire ran off yet another of Lord von Bielefeld's suitors!” Doria said, her voice excited.
“That's the third this week!” Sangria cackled.
“I'm still shocked about that last one, however. You would think that Lord von Voltaire would be alright with his own cousin pursuing Lord von Bielefeld, at the very least,” Lasagna said.
“Agreed. I thought he'd have the highest chance out of all of them that have come these past few months.”
“I suppose that Lord von Voltaire is holding out for the one that seems to have truly captivated Lord von Bielefeld's heart,” the newest maid, Hedda, said.
“Ah, I still can't believe it! I really thought Lord von Bielefeld hated him!” Sangria remarked, and the others nodded their agreement.
“I know I about died when I heard that he had been sending him gifts and letters!”
“Yes, that's so very unlike Lord von Bielefeld to do so. I mean, he never acted that way with the Maou!”
“I think the Maou was simply a crush for Lord von Bielefeld, and that his feelings for King Saralegui are the real thing,” Hedda said, slyly.
“Well, after that incident where they were caught up against the wall, at least we know that King Saralegui actually desires Lord von Bielefeld.”
“But I don't understand. What about the choking incident? That made it seem like Lord von Bielefeld hated him.”
Hedda thought about it for a moment. “I think King Saralegui was jealous of Lord von Bielefeld's feelings for the Maou, and somehow caused him to end his engagement so that he could be with him.”
“That's an excellent theory!”
“It's sad, though. Lord von Bielefeld is so very handsome.”
“Yes, and his temper is nowhere near as bad as it used to be. But lately, he's been so off that I kind of miss the old him.”
“Well, I think His Majesty's remarks at the ball after the choking incident is making him act that way.”
“I say he still loves His Majesty.”
“I doubt he does, I think he's moved on to King Saralegui.”
“What about that guy he danced with at the last ball? Let's not forget him!”
Hedda looked at the other maids. “So, who do you think Lord von Bielefeld will end up with?”
“My money is on His Majesty Yuuri.” Lasagna said. “I highly doubt Lord von Bielefeld has fallen out of love that quickly. Plus, the Maou is always staring out of his window when Lord von Bielefeld is in the courtyard practicing with Lord Weller or one of his troops.”
“I'll put mine on King Saralegui,” Sangria replied. “His Majesty Yuuri has shown that he has little interest in Lord von Bielefeld, while, on the other hand, King Saralegui is exchanging letters with him. He also looked quite entranced with him at the ball when I saw them dance. The chemistry between them was so explosive, I almost dropped the drinks I was serving!”
“I'm holding out for that mysterious man Lord von Bielefeld was dancing with at the last ball. I caught a glimpse of him when I brought in more snacks, and he was simply stunning! They were so nice-looking together, and the way Lord von Bielefeld managed to get lost in his gorgeous eyes!”
The three other maids looked at Hedda. “Well, what is your bet?”
“I'll bet on Yozak Gurrier.”
“Yozak Gurrier?!” the three others exclaimed.
“Yes. He and Lord von Bielefeld have been mighty close lately. I even saw Lord von Bielefeld pull him into his room the other night. ”
“What?!!” the others asked, shocked.
“One wonders if they're having some sort of relationship that we don't know about,” Hedda implied, studying her nails.
“Oh my... this is a new development.,” Sangria said.
“Indeed.”
“Let's do a double bet!”
“Fine, I'll put fifty on the Maou and twenty-five on King Saralegui,” Lasagna said.
“I'll match, with the fifty on King Saralegui and the twenty-five on the Maou.”
“My fifty on that mystery man, and twenty-five on Gurrier.”
They looked at Hedda again. “And yours?”
“Fifty on Gurrier, twenty-five on the Great Sage.”
“The Sage?!!”
“Lord von Bielefeld was holding quite an animated conversation with him the other day, and his arm was draped over the Sage's shoulders the entire time, pulling him closer and closer.”
The maids were silent once more.
“Triple bet, anyone?” Doria said.
As three of the maids worked out the details of the triple bet, the fourth mused over how she had managed to plant all of these seeds of deception into their nosy heads over the past month. She also knew that Günter could hear everything that was said at this particular spot from his office - and was aware that he was currently listening thanks to a sign her partner-in-crime sent. She wondered how long it would take before he ran off to tell Gwendal everything he had heard.
She also hadn't failed to notice Conrart lurking around the corner and taking in the conversation. She wondered if he had recognized her, yet.
Yozak's skills at makeup and disguises could fool some of the best eyes, but Conrart could also see through most of them, easily.
“Hedda, what's your triple bet?”
She looked at them. “Seventy-five on Gurrier, fifty on the Sage, and twenty-five on Lord Weller.”
“Lord Weller?!!” they exclaimed.
“Saw them hug, and then hold hands while walking back to the castle after practice yesterday,” Hedda said, wondering just what Conrart's face looked like at that moment.
“How about a quad bet?” Sangria said.
She sipped her tea as they argued the terms of the quad bet, and couldn't wait to add Günter's name to the mix for the sheer Hell of it. It had been tricky playing a dual role for the past month, but more than worth it.
Wolfram twirled a blue strand of hair around his fingers as he made his new bet. He simply loved playing this game.
“So... you are telling me that the maids are saying that my brother has been sending letters and gifts to King Saralegui?” Gwendal asked, unable to believe what an hysterical Günter had just told him.
“Not only that, but there's gossip that Wolfram has something going on with Yozak, the Sage, Lord Weller and me of all people!” Günter complained, totally bothered by the implication that he and Wolfram were having a secret affair. And all because Wolfram accidentally stumbled into him and he had held his arm to steady him. He cursed those damned maids for taking every slight touch as a sign of romance!
“I don't think Wolfram has anything going on with the people that you listed, though I do worry about that perverted Sage and the way he ogles him sometimes. I'm more bothered by these claims that my brother has been sending letters and gifts to King Saralegui.”
“They didn't elaborate on it, but something tells me that this is old news to them. I wonder how long it has been going on?” Günter questioned.
“I wonder if it's going on, period,” Gwendal mumbled. “I can't take this anymore, between all these damned suitors suddenly showing up, and the way Wolfram has been acting, I'm going mad. If he has been sending such things to that King, I don't know what I'll do!”
“Calm down, Gwendal. I'm pretty sure there's a good reason for this.”
“What good reason could there be for my brother to send gifts and letters to King Saralegui?”
The room was silent for quite some time as the two men stared at each other.
“Just as I thought. None. Now get me Gurrier!” Gwendal demanded, and Günter quickly obliged.
Three days later, a stunned Gwendal von Voltaire sat in his office, reeling over the information that Yozak had just given him.
“I can't believe it. So the gossip about Wolfram sending letters and gifts to King Saralegui is true?”
“Indeed it is. This letter he sent that I intercepted is the proof,” Yozak said, cheerfully. He neglected to mention that the “proof” Gwendal held was a fabricated letter. Wolfram had wrote it and handed it to him, with no intentions to send it.
“I wonder if His Majesty knows about any of this.”
“Oh, something tells me that he does,” Yozak said, cryptically. He had made sure that the Maou had “stumbled upon” a few of Hedda's information plantings with the maids. He and Wolfram had a good laugh when he described the look of sheer horror on Yuuri's face when he heard Hedda proclaim that she thought that Greta might grow up and marry Wolfram.
He watched as Gwendal re-read it for the fifth time, still not managing to decipher Wolfram's reasons for writing it.
“Why? Why is he sending letters and gifts to King Saralegui? I thought he couldn't stand him?”
“Well, I heard they did dance together at the last ball, so one can hardly say he doesn't like him. I've even heard that he's been sending things to that King since right after that choking fiasco.”
“I'll be...” Gwendal trailed off. “I don't even know what to do with this information. I don't even know how to take it, either.”
“Quite frankly, if I may inject my opinion-”
“No. I don't want to hear any opinion you have on this. Ever.”
“Fine, but I want to be present when you confront him.”
“I'll need you to be. There's no telling what I might do to him when I find out the answer.”
Author's notes: This is the revised edition of this chapter. Next chapter: Wolfram plays word games with Gwendal and the others.