Gravitation Fan Fiction / Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction / Only The Ring Finger Knows Fan Fiction ❯ Wolfram's Fifth Bruise ❯ Wolfram's Fifth Bruise ( Chapter 1 )

Wolfram’s Fifth Bruise One-shot Sequel to:  “Wolfram’s Forth Bruise” Crossover with: Only the Ring Finger Knows/ Gravitation Written by:Chocho (chochowilliams) Disclaimer:I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh!or the characters from it.  I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Summary:   It is a week later and while Yuri goes back to Tokyo to approve the preliminary sketches for his gift for Wolfram, he meets someone unexpected. Warning:M/M, sexual situation, romance, OOC-ness, language, OC, Yuri/Wolfram, Kazuki/Wataru, Shuichi/Eiri Inserts:  -- Reviews: Thank you to kokoro192, eclst, Mister-Wombat, ShadowDancer18, xXxMidNightShaDowxXx, Sheinah, Goddess of All Knowing-ness, XOiHeartMiloOX, Sayoko Bizen, hottee39, Mrs. Suou, Vaporwatergirl, Sir Gawain of Camelot, anon azure, rowen raven, lisse08, SP777, XZanayu.  And a very special thank you to bittersweet dreams.  A/N:  I renamed “Wolfram’s Third Bruise: Two”to “Wolfram’s Forth Bruise”.  Hence, this one is “Wolfram’s Fifth Bruise”.  I thought it would be easier to keep them straight that way.  I know it is for me.     +---+---+---+     (Last Time)   With a squeal, Greta flung herself first at Yuri and then Wolfram.  She gave them a kiss and a quick hug each before racing out of the sunroom to show off her necklace.   Yuri watched her go with a gentle smile.   A dark shadow fell over him.   His smile faltered.   An angry aura appeared at his back.   He went still.   The only thought that went through his head was, “Oh shit.”   +---+---+   “YURI!”   Wolfram’s voice boomed throughout the castle.   In the farthest room from the sunroom, finishing the paperwork His Majesty had neglected to complete, Gwendal’s eye twitched and his grip on the quill tightened.   Startled, a flock of dwarf tori, which were squat, red and black speckled birds, took flight from the tree that they were occupying outside the castle walls.   +---+---+---+   (A Couple Hours Later - Covenant Castle - The Great Demon Kingdom)   Standing outside the closed double doors of the study, Yuri yanked on the bottom hem of his black uniform to straighten any wrinkles or unsightly creases that may have appeared.   The two guardsmen in their stiff black uniforms that had glued themselves to his side as soon as he returned from Japan stationed themselves on either side of the study doors.  The soldiers reminded Yuri of the English Guards that guarded Buckingham Palace with how stiff, formal and unbothered they always appeared to be by everything around them.  The sight of their grim faces always reminded Yuri of Gwendal.   He shuddered.   “Are you going in or not?” snapped a voice in his ear.   Swallowing a startled yelp, Yuri spun around and saw Wolfram standing behind him.  “Wolfram,” Yuri breathed placing a hand over his racing heart.  Gulping, he felt a trickle of sweat trail down the side of his face as he gazed at his fiancé who had his arms crossed over his chest.  There was the flicker of emerald flames burning hotly in Wolfram’s eyes.  “You scared me,” Yuri laughed nervously.   Wolfram took a step towards his fiancé.  “That’ll be the least of your problems if you don’t get in there and talk to Gwendal.”   Yuri gulped nervously and glanced over his shoulder.   “Well?” Wolfram demanded.   If it was at all possible, Wolfram scared Yuri a lot more than Gwendal did.  When had that happened?   To make up for what he did earlier, Wolfram demanded that Yuri speak with Gwendal about allocating some of the mountains of paperwork Yuri had every single day to other, more capable handlers so that Yuri was free to see to other more pressing matters like spend some time with his fiancé and their daughter.  It was something Yuri has been meaning to do for a while now anyway, but has been putting off for one reason or another.  So, the request was no big thing, but his second request was another thing.   No, not request, Yuri corrected himself.  Wolfram’s demand.   Wolfram had insisted, in no uncertain terms, that Yuri was to speak to Gwendal and get his blessing.   Him?  Speak to Gwendal?  About him, having sexual relations with the Commander in Chief’s baby brother?  What did Wolfram think he was?  Suicidal?  “What?!”  Yuri had exclaimed scandalized.  “How am I supposed to do that?”   Wolfram had merely shrugged.  “You will think of something.”   “But why me?” Yuri whined.  “He’s your brother,” he had pointed out.  “Why don’t you talk to him?  He wants to castrate me.”   “Because you are the king.”   What kind of reason was that?   Sighing heavily and knowing he had little choice, Yuri grabbed the golden handles and pushed open the study doors.   “Just remember,” Wolfram hissed as the heavy double doors swung open, “tonight, your ass is mine!”   Was it possible to be turned on and terrified at the same time?   +---+---+   (Wataru and Yuichi’s Apartment - Tokyo, Japan)   “You know,” Yuichi Kazuki said unexpectedly as he slid his apartment key into the lock.  His face turned thoughtful.   “Kazuki?” Wataru piped up from behind his boyfriend.   “I didn’t like that guy.  Not one bit.”  Yuichi turned the key.  The tumblers shifted with loud thuds.  Pulling the key out, he turned the doorknob and pushed open the door.  Standing aside, Yuichi waved Wataru in.   Wataru’s obvious infatuation with that guy brought back memories Yuichi would much rather forget.   “Who didn’t you like?” Wataru inquired as he stepped inside the apartment.  He looked at his TU student boyfriend over his shoulder.  Wataru froze when he was met with a grim expression.  He swallowed painfully and broke out into a nervous sweat.   “Your boyfriend of course.”   “B-Boyfriend!”  An image of the guy with the raven locks and endless obsidian eyes flashed through his mind.  Wataru felt his face grow warm.  Okay, so he thought the guy was gorgeous.  He will admit that much.  But that did not mean anything.  He thought many people were attractive.  Both men and women.  That did not mean that he was attracted to them.  Or liked them in that way.  There had just been something about the guy.  He could not put his finger on what that something was, though.  “C’mon Kazuki,” Wataru whined as they changed into house slippers.  “That’s not fair.”   Yuichi pressed his face in close to Wataru’s and grinned.  “Then why is your face all red?”   Wataru’s face flamed brighter.  “Th-that’s…!”   “Hm?  That’s what?” Yuichi asked, cocking an eyebrow.   “Uhm…That’s…Well…You see…”   Chuckling at the now flustered Wataru’s discomfort, Yuichi ruffled Wataru’s dark locks.   “Kazuki,” Wataru pouted after Yuichi as the older male waltzed into the kitchen to the fridge.  Now he was confused.  Not like that was anything new when it came to their relationship.  “Are you mad?”   Yuichi snorted.  “If I got mad each time you paid attention to someone other then me, I would never get anything accomplished.”   “W-what’s that supposed to mean?!”   “Didn’t you say the same thing to me once?”   Wataru’s face grew warm as he remembered to what Yuichi was referring.  It had been after he received the results from his mock exam when he was in his final year of high school.  He had gone to the café where Yuichi worked as a waiter, hoping to cheer himself up, but unfortunately, it had the opposite effect as once again all of Yuichi’s female customers had been practically drooling over Wataru’s boyfriend.   “We-well…”   “Besides,” ; Yuichi added, “you used to ignore other guys other then me.  Right?”   “We-well, that’s true.”   Yuichi nodded.  “So, this just means that you are becoming more comfortable.”   Wataru turned red when the implied meaning made its way through the thick veil of confusion fogging his mind.   “Anyway.”   “Huh?”   Yuichi glanced over his shoulder from his stooped position in front of the refrigerator and smiled.    Wataru’s heart gave a tiny flutter.   “Didn’t I tell you before?  It doesn’t matter what the truth is, as long as your feelings are directed only at me.”   Then a slow smile spread across his face.  “Kazuki.”   Clearing his throat, Yuichi hurriedly turned his face away to hide the pink tinge that now highlighted his cheeks.  “So?  What should we do for dinner?”   With his head cocked to the side, Wataru watched the long, lean line of Yuichi’s back with the smile that even someone like Yuichi had fallen for.  His dark eyes sparkled.  He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Yuichi’s middle.    Yuichi gave a start.   Pressing his cheek into Yuichi’s back, Wataru whispered, “I told you before.  It doesn’t matter who is in front of me because, Kazuki, you are the only one in my eyes (1).”  Lifting his head, he met Yuichi’s gentle gaze.  “I love you, Kazuki.”   Straightening, Yuichi turned to face his boyfriend and lifted his hand to cup Wataru’s cheek.   Wataru leaned into the touch.   “Yeah, me too, Wataru,” he whispered just as their lips touched.   +---+---+   (That Night - Covenant Castle - The Great Demon Kingdom)   Yuri thrashed wildly upon the bed.  His raven black hair was glued to his head by sweat.  Endless obsidian eyes were clouded over by lust.  With his right hand, he gripped the bed sheets above his head tightly.  The pressure turned his knuckles white.  His other hand was lost among the thick curly mop of blond hair that was bopping up and down between his legs.   Throwing his head back, Yuri arched off the bed.  His mouth opened in a soundless gasp as a jolt of pleasure raced through him.   He had had a long talk with Gwendal earlier and they had called a truce.  Though it was an uneasy and temporary armistice, it was a start.  Gwendal had agreed to look into siphoning some of the paperwork off.  Though he warned, a great deal of it had to go through him as the demon king for approval.  Yuri had a feeling that Gwendal was willing to comply with this request more for his own benefit than for Yuri’s seeing, as Gwendal was the one who took over the king’s duty in the absence of the king.   “And you will get Big Brother’s blessing.”    Even now, Wolfram’s demand rang through Yuri’s head.   Yuri had never understood that phrase, between a rock and a hard place, but he did now because that was exactly where he had been when he had tried to discuss his relationship with Wolfram with Gwendal.   What was worse?  Being flambéed alive?  Or buried alive?  It was toss up that would definitely land heads up in favor of Wolfram.  Mostly because Gwendal would only be his brother-law.  Wolfram would be his husband.  It was not that Yuri was down playing Gwendal’s influence or role in his life.  No, it was more that Wolfram had the biggest role in Yuri’s life other than that of their daughter and Yuri’s duty to his people.   “Uhm, Gwendal, there is another matter that I would like to speak with you about.”   Yuri shuddered even now, as he remembered the look Gwendal had given him.   He had assured Gwendal that he was madly in love with Wolfram and had every intention of marrying him.  He wanted to make a life with Wolfram.  Have a family.  Grow old and grey together.  Get bald and fat and wrinkly.  Wolfram was such an ingrained part of his life, that Yuri could not imagine his life without Wolfram.  But seeing, as Yuri was not even nineteen yet, that time was not anytime soon.   There had been such a long, tense silence that followed his speech that Yuri started to think he had overstepped his bounds.   Bowing politely, Yuri had turned to leave the study and rejoin Wolfram and the punishment that awaited him.   “If,” but Gwendal’s voice had stopped him, “you hurt Wolfram…”   The unspoken threat was left hanging there.   Licking the last of Yuri’s essence off his lips, Wolfram sat back on his hunches and gazed up the hard, lean body of his fiancé with a self-satisfied smirk.   Panting heavily, Yuri licked lips gone dry and sagged exhausted onto the bed.  He draped an arm over his eyes.   Yuri peeled open an eye with difficulty as he felt the bed jostle.  He watched as Wolfram rounded the bed to the nightstand.   Wolfram opened the top drawer and felt inside for what he knew was there.  His hand closed around a glass vial.  With a sly smile, he pulled it out.  A thick, clear, guppy liquid filled the vial.  Closing the drawer with his hip, Wolfram turned back towards the bed and his affianced.   The night has only just begun.  Yuri was going to pay for making a fool out of him.   Yuri felt himself rising back to life as he watched the predatory gleam in Wolfram’s eyes.   “Don’t worry, Gwendal,” he had assured his Commander in Chief, “I would never do anything to hurt Wolfram.  You have my word on that.”   But if he did somehow hurt Wolfram, Yuri would be the first to offer the elder demon his head.  For a life without Wolfram was not a life at all.   +---+---+   (A Week Later – Parfait – Tokyo, Japan)   “Oh!  Yuki!  It’s beautiful!  I love it,” Shuichi exclaimed as he admired the gold band on his left ring finger.   “Looks like it’s a perfect fit,” Touko Kazuki noticed proudly.   Of course, it was, Eiri thought smugly.  He knew the body of his baka better than anyone else did, even Shuichi himself.    With his violet eyes sparkling happily behind a sting of tears, Shindou Shuichi, lead singer of one of Japan’s greatest pop/rock bands and lover of Japan’s hottest bachelor and romance author, threw himself at his now fiancé.  “Oh, Yuki!  I love you!”  At that moment, Shuichi was the happiest boy in the whole world.   Eiri wrapped his arms possessively around Shuichi’s narrow waist.   “Congratulations, Mr. Shindou.  Mr. Yuki.”   “Oh, thank you, Ms. Touko,” Shuichi said pulling partially out of Eiri’s arms.  He inclined his head in gratitude at the woman who Eiri had commissioned to create this one of a kind beauty.   The ring was nothing fancy.  There were no diamonds.  No black mother-of-pearls, hermatites, obsidians, sapphires, jades, emeralds, topaz or any other precious gems.  It was just a plain 24k gold band with silver hatch marks down the middle.   It could be a cheap, plastic, adjustable ring from one of those twenty-five cent machines and Shuichi would not care.  As long as it was a gift from his Yuki, nothing else mattered.   Shuichi turned back towards Yuki.  Vivid violet met hazel golden like the sun.    Eiri reached out and brushed a stray strand of pink streaked jet-black hair behind his lithe lover’s ear.   A rosy tint colored Shuichi’s face.   Eiri chuckled.  Cute, he thought.   Lacing their fingers together, Shuichi whispered, “I love you, Uesugi Eiri.”   “I know,” Eiri whispered back just as their lips met.   +---+---+   Tsutsui Akira never knew that skipping school would be so boring.  Yawning, he scratched the back of his head and then resettled himself back against the wall.   Final examinations had taken place back in December at the end of the fall semester right before winter break and now, classes were strictly on an optional basis until the mandatory graduation ceremony rehearsal (2).   Most of his friends were applying to public colleges, so their hell had just begun.  Mizuho’s older sister had had a nervous breakdown last year while cramming for her entrance exams.  He wished them all luck.  Since he was being forced into going to the same private college his father and his father and his father before him went to, all that was behind him.  Thank God.   But now he was bored.   Akira’s dark chocolate eyes caught sight of a lithe guy crossing the street towards him at a jog.  A feeling of déjà vu washed over him.  He studied the guy with a frown.  Something about the guy seemed familiar.   With hair trailing down between his shoulder blades as black as raven’s feathers and eyes just as equally black, the guy was dressed in a pair of jeans faded over the knees, whether by design or wear Akira was not sure, and a yellow polo shirt pulled over a white long sleeved shirt.  The black messenger bag that was strapped across his chest bounced against his leg as he ran.   The answer hit him hard and fast.   No!  It couldn’t be.  Could it?   Akira scrambled to his feet, “Shibuya,” he called after the guy.  “Hey!  Shibuya!”   Hearing his name, Yuri glanced over his shoulder and saw a guy racing towards him.  He frowned.  Did he know him?   “It is you,” Akira exclaimed.  “Isn’t it?”  Now that he got a good look at the guy’s face, Akira was not so sure anymore.  It certainly looked like his old teammate, but he looked…different.  His eyes were sharper and more focused.  His expression grim and serious.  Shibuya had always been a little on the lean side.  Keeping his body toned and in shape, even in the off-season.   Yuri took in the guy before him.  He was maybe a couple centimeters shorter with short-cropped brown hair and dark brown eyes.  Dressed in a black uniform with the mandarin collar similar to the one he used to wear.  The black jacket was unbuttoned revealing a plain white T-shirt underneath.   “Aah!  Tsutsui!”   Now he remembered.  They used to be on the same baseball team.  Akira was one of the pitchers.   “Hey, Man!  How’re you doing?”   “…Fine…,” the demon king replied with less enthusiasm than his friend had.   Yuri was on his way to Parfait.  He had come specifically at mid-day because he knew everybody that could possibly know him would be either at school or at work.  Or they were supposed to be.  The last thing he wanted was to have to try to explain why he seemed to have fallen off the face of the earth, which in a way was exactly what had happened to him.   “So, what have you been up to?  You just suddenly dropped out of school and quit the team…”   Yuri was not sure how he was supposed to answer that.  The truth would surely get him locked up in a padded cell in the nearest loony bin.   Before he could even search his mind for a suitable answer that would not invite additional questions, he heard a familiar voice.   A quick glance over his shoulder and Yuri was thanking the Great One.   “I’m sorry, Tsutsui, but I gotta go!”  Without waiting for a reply, Yuri took off down the street.  Leaving his old teammate to gap after him.   +---+---+   “Oh!  And flowers!  And…!”   Eiri heaved a heavy sigh as Shuichi prattled on about plans for their wedding.  He massaged his temples with his free hand.  He was beginning to regret asking the baka to marry him.  What had he been thinking?   A flash of memory from that night came back to him.  With his pink haired idiot glistening in sweat and covered in come and moaning erotically underneath him.   Oh, yes.  He had not been thinking.   “Hey!  We can get your father to marry us!”   Eiri’s eye twitched.   “That would be so cool!  Don’t you think, Yuki?”   As cool as snow in July.   Eiri’s father had not exactly given his blessing for Eiri to court to Shuichi.  In fact, Eiri’s father refused to acknowledge the very blatant reality that his eldest son was gay.  Evidently, Eiri was nothing more than one disappointment after another.  Not only was he in a homosexual relationship with a rock star, but he was an author of romance novels, had given up his life as a Buddhist monk (not that he had wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps in the first place) and dumped the girl his father had wanted to betroth him to for a hyperactive idiot that had a tendency to cosplay in female clothing and who had actually flashed Eiri’s father at one time.  Oh, well.   “Shuichi!”   Cut off in mid-thought, Shuichi blinked blankly at the guy jogging towards him who had a smile on his face and was waving his hand above his head.    A grin slowly spread across Shuichi’s face.  “Yuri!”  Unhooking his arm from Eiri’s, Shuichi raced full throttle down the street towards his cousin with a squeal.   Sighing tiredly, Eiri followed at a more sedate pace.   Shuichi launched himself at his younger cousin.   Used to being glommed, Yuri merely smiled as he patted Shuichi’s back lightly.   Grabbing the back of Shuichi’s shirt, Eiri pulled the singer off the poor boy he was choking to death.   Yuri gave his cousin’s lover an appreciative smile.  “Eiri,” he greeted.   “So, Yuri, what brings you down here?”   “Oh, just running some errands.”   Squirming out of Eiri’s grasp, Shuichi shoved his hand into Yuri’s face.  “Look!  Look,” he squealed hopping up and down.   Yuri spied the ring on his cousin’s finger.  His eyes went wide.  “Is that-?”   “Yes,” Shuichi nodded with a giggle.  “Eiri asked me to marry him!”   “Congratulations!”   With his large eyes sparkling, Shuichi clasped his hands together.  “You have to come to the wedding!  Promise!”   “Of course.”   “And you have to bring Wolfram, too, okay?”   “Oh, he’d come even if he wasn’t invited,” Yuri confessed with a deadpanned expression.  If he did not, he would have to hear about what a cheater he was for a week.  Yuri felt the beginnings of a headache just thinking about it.   Eiri chuckled lightly.  That sounded like someone else he knew.  He shot a glance at Shuichi.   “And!  And!  Greta could be the flower girl!  She would be so cute in a little kimono!”   “She’d love that.”  Especially seeing as by the time her fathers married, she would be too old to be the flower girl.   “And?” Shuichi pressed.  His eyes were gleaming eagerly.   Yuri blinked.  “And…what?”   “What about Wolfram?  Did you propose to him yet?  I heard from Maiko that Mom said that your mom overheard you speaking with Ken about buying him a ring and proposing properly.”   Yuri’s face was aflame with a mixture of horror and embarrassment.  Oh, Great One!  The whole family knew?   Feeling bad for the boy, Eiri walked up this fiancé and with a fisted hand, bopped him on the head.  “Alright Brat.”   “Ow!  Yuki,” Shuichi whined covering his head with his hands.  Tears filled his eyes.  His lower lip trembled.  “What did you do that for?”   “We gotta get going,” he reminded him.   “Aw!”   “Don’t give me that,” Eiri scolded.  “We’re supposed to be meeting Seguchi and my sister for lunch.  Remember?”   “Oh.”  Shuichi face turned downcast.  He wished they were not.  Neither of them particularly cared about Shuichi being with Eiri.  “Right.”   Eiri rolled his eyes.  He understood perfectly why Shuichi was not particularly eager to go to lunch even if it meant going on a date with him.  “Come on, Brat.”   “Do we have to?” Shuichi whined.   “Yes.”  Eiri grabbed Shuichi’s hand and lacing their fingers together, dragged Shuichi down the street to the car.   Yuri watched in amusement as Shuichi continued to protest the whole way.   “Oh!  It’s you.”   The surprised exclamation turned Yuri around.  “Aah!  Karin, wasn’t it?”   “Hello,” Karin Fujii greeted with a polite bow.   It looked as if the girl was just coming into work.   “Uhm, the sketch for the rings is completed,” she informed him.   “Really?”   Karin nodded.  “Would you like to come in and take a look?”   “Yes, I would.  Thank you.”   Side by side, they walked down the street towards the jewelry shop.   ---TBC---     (1)           References from Only the Ring Finger Knowsnovels (2)           Reference from Little Butterfly vol. 3   A/N:  I cannot wait until Only the Ring Finger Knowsvolume 4 comes out in English.  It was released back in June 07 in Japan.  It is called And the Ring Confesses.  I hope it comes out soon!   Anyway, what did you think?  There is one more part called “Wolfram’s Sixth Bruise” and then the prequel “Wolfram’s First Bruise”.  This and “Sixth” were going to be combined into one, but I decided to split it instead.