Gravitation Fan Fiction / Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Wolfram's Eighth Bruise ❯ Wolfram's Eighth Bruise ( Chapter 1 )

Wolfram’s Bruise Written by:chochowilliams Crossover with: Gravitation 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:An errand leads to much more. Chapter summary:  Finally having had enough, Yuri snaps. Warning:drama, romance, fantasy, language, M/M sexual situation, MPREG, Yuri/Wolfram Inserts:  references from Kyo Kara Maoh!  Celtic Magic by DJ Conway A/N:  Thank you to The Inamorata, LostForWords07, XOiHeartMiloOX, Yuka Hasumi, TenshiGosuperu, dawn, Lisse08, lilgurlanima, kokoro192, pandawolf, eclst, XZanayu, dela1, Anyjen for your reviews.  Thank you to those who favored me and put me on alert.  Thank you guys for sticking by me and waiting so patiently.  I am sorry if any of you guys thought I had abandoned the story.  I would never do that.  Many things happened and well, I finally did get it out.  I hope you enjoy part 2!   +---+---+---+   Chapter 8: Wolfram’s Eighth Bruise   (Present - Great Demon Kingdom)   Yuri was not sure what the deciding factor was.   The seamstress and his apprentice seemed to have something against him.  For with every pin they stuck in the material that was to be his wedding outfit, Yuri had an accompanying hole in his body.  He was beginning to feel like Swiss cheese.  Yuri wondered if he would look like a sprinkler if he were to down some water.  It did not help that they were pulling on him and jerking him around as if he were a rag doll.   He was the Demon King for the love of the Great One!  Why was he being subjected to all this torture?  It just was not fair.   And then there was Lady Celi.  His soon to be mother-in-law was on another one of her spiels about the wedding.   At last count, there were to be at least a thousand guests.  The number of invitees was staggering, but Günter and the others claimed that as the King, all of Yuri’s subjects had been eagerly awaiting this day since Yuri proposed to Wolfram that first night.  They all wanted to be here to witness this momentous occasion.  So, all ten Aristocrats and their families from the Great Demon Kingdom were coming.  Along with other high ranking officials and Nobility from within the kingdom and those nations that had aligned themselves with the Great Demon Kingdom, whether they were part of the Great Demon Kingdom Alliance or not.  Even Adalbert had RSVP’ed.   Lady Celi kept going on and on about the lavish wedding ceremony.  About all the exotic flowers that were being brought in from all over the world.  Apparently, it was acceptable, even encouraged, for there to be such an abundance of flowers that it was just this side of going overboard.  Not to mention all the various fertility symbols, such as conch shells, brightly colored eggs, figurines of God and the Goddess and so forth, which were supposed to bless the wedded couple and bring them good fortune in producing children.  Or something like that.  There was also going to be hundreds of candles.   It seems that during the ceremony itself, Wolfram and he were supposed to stand in the center of a circle of candles and crystals.  Yuri was not sure what this symbolized.  He was sure that Günter explained it to him at one point, but the man just droned on and on so it was hard to keep focused.   Situated in the center of the courtyard, where the ceremony was to be held, facing the east would be the altar.  Apparently, tradition had it that the peoples of the Demon tribe honored the east “as a place of renewing power because of the daily rising Sun” (1).  Soft instrumental music would be playing throughout the ceremony to create a relaxing, calm atmosphere.   Placed upon the altar was supposed to be a glass candleholder with a white candle to represent air situated to the east.  To the south, a brass candleholder with a red candle to represent fire.  To the west, a bowl of seashells in brine to represent water and to the north, a bowl of gemstones to represent earth.  There was also to be a chalice of some sort with a little fresh water in it, a dish of salt or earth, pentacle disk, sword and/or dagger, wand, incense burner (preferably with attached chains for carrying) with lighted charcoal, incense, and candles.   The morning of the ceremony, the Priestess performing the wedding had to do some sort of dedication ritual before any of the guests or even the members of the wedding party arrived.  Then after everyone arrived, but before the ceremony itself can be preformed, there was to be some sort of purification ritual.   The ceremony itself was not very long.  Once you get right down to it, it was all very simple.  Wolfram and he had just to remember a couple of phrases.  “Yes”, “no”, “I may” and “We will”.  But because it was them, somehow Yuri knew that it was not going to be as simple as all that.  It never was.   Other than the multi-step ceremony, there were a dozen other things that had to be considered.  But neither Wolfram nor he were allowed to worry their little heads about any of it, even though it was their wedding.   Wolfram’s and his wedding attire were to be kept traditional and made from only the best material, which also happened to cost more than most nations national budgets.  The food was being catered by a world-renowned chef.  The music was courtesy of some national award-winning band that has played for nobility all over the world.  Other then those things needed for the ceremony, Yuri was not sure what sort of decorations were going to greet him once he stepped into the courtyard.  The reception was to take place in the Great Hall.  Once again, he was in the dark as to what he should expect, but he distinctly heard something about fire breathers and those acrobats who hang from the ceiling and twirl around on material.   Thanks to Lady Celi, with a little help from Yuri’s mother, the whole event was turning into nothing short of a circus.   He loved Wolfram.  Had from the moment he saw him striding down the front steps of the castle that first day in his cloud of arrogance and self-importance.  He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Wolfram.  He wanted to have a family with him, fall asleep with him at night and wake up next to him in the morning.  He wanted them to grow old together.  Lose their hair, teeth, eyesight and hearing.  Get fat and all wrinkly like a raisin.  And yes, he wanted to marry him, even it might be sooner than either one of them would have liked.   But this was not what he had in mind when he pictured marrying Wolfram.  Even if he was the King.  If it were up to him, it would be a private, quiet affair.  But unfortunately, it was not.  The whole thing was out of Wolfram and his hands.   Maybe they should just elope.  That was sounding like a really good idea right about now.   This whole wedding fiasco reminded Yuri uncomfortably of how the others used to keep things from him (and still do to some extent) concerning the movements of the enemies or whatever just happened to be going on at the time and then scolded him for being a “weak King” or being “out of the loop”, or something.  How was he supposed to know what was going on in his own kingdom, how was he supposed to rule his people effectively if his closest advisors kept things from him?  How was he supposed to trust people like that?  Was he supposed to just trust them with no questions asked?  Trust that they had the best of intentions in mind?  Trust that they knew what they were doing?  That what they did was for the good of the kingdom?  Okay.  Sure, but what about him?  If he had to put blind faith in them, then what about him?  Should they not put some of that same confidence in him?  They were the ones who placed him on the throne and made him their Demon King after all.  How were his people supposed to take him seriously when his advisors did not give him the same courtesy?  They claim they were “protecting him”.  They did not want to “worry him needlessly”.  He should not have to worry about something so “trivial”.  Yuri could understand their concerns and their desire to shield him from the big bad world, but all they were managing to do was make him look like a fool.  It made him feel more like a token figurehead than anything else and he did not much care for the feeling.   He was sick of it all.  It was all too much.  If he did not get away, he was going to snap.   He was tired of being manhandled, tired of hearing about a wedding that he had absolutely no say in but was being forced into going through all because his fiancé was pregnant, tired of putting up with Gwendal’s attitude, tired of dealing with Günter, tired of Wolfram and his mood swings.  He was just plain tired of being tired.   “Aah!  Enough,” he yelled.   He could sense his Black Knights, who were situated both outside the doors and around the room, all snapping to attention.   “Majesty?”   “Your Majesty?”   “Are you alright?”   “Is something the matter?”   Dozens of concerned voices spoke in unison at Yuri’s outburst.  Why did he have the distinct impression that they all were only just remembering that he was present?  That irked him even further.   “I have had it.  I have had it.  I have had it!”   “Your Majesty?” Lady Celi inquired.  “Is everything alright?  Are you not feeling well?”   “Everyone out,” Yuri commanded.   “Sire?”   “Now!”   The seamstress literally jumped.  He along with his apprentice, who was now in tears, as well as every other person present, except for his personal guards, of course, fled the room as if their asses were on fire and who was say that they were not?   Once he was alone, Yuri stepped off the stool he had been standing on for who knows long and sank gratefully into a plush, wingback chair.  Stretching out his legs before him, he leaned his head back against the top of the chair and closed his eyes with a sigh.   Sometime he wondered just what the hell he had been thinking.   ---   (Two Years Ago – Japan)   “…Wha…?”   Shuichi hugged his arms loosely around his knees.  Cocking his head to the side, he studied his cousin silently.  “Yuri,” he whispered.  “There is nothing wrong with being gay.”   Yuri blushed.  “I am not-!”   More than anyone else in the family, Shuichi was the one person who could fully understand Yuri’s plight.  Once upon a time, he had been just like him.  Maybe not as stubborn or pigheaded, but just as unsure.  “Then why are you engaged to a guy?”   “It was an accident,” Yuri whined.  Why could these people not understand that?   Shuichi just blinked.  “…You ‘accidentally’ got yourself engaged to another guy?”   “Yes!”   “…”   Yuri began to sweat.  He pulled at the collar of his shirt.  “He was saying things and I lost my temper and I ended up slapping him…”   Shuichi remembered overhearing his mother and Aunt Jennifer talking about that the other day.  If being slapped were to mean you were proposing to here on Earth, then he and Eiri would have been engaged hundreds of times over.  It was too bad.  He would give anything to be Eiri’s wife.  “But if it was just an accident, then why haven’t you broken it off?” he inquired softly.   Yuri opened his mouth, but nothing would come out.  His mind was blank.  “…I…I…guess I just…I don’t want to hurt his feelings.”   Shuichi smiled softly.  “…Yuri…”   “Look, Wolfram is a great guy and I do love him.  How can anyone not?  He is a very handsome guy after all, but I am not in love with him.”   Shuichi cocked an eyebrow.  Didn’t Yuri hear what he was saying?  It was not normal for one guy to think of another guy as handsome.  Let alone admit it aloud unless he was in the fashion industry or swung that way.  He sighed heavily and shook his head.  Trying to talk to Yuri was like trying to ask a brick wall for directions.   “It’s just…it’s not…right.”   It sounded like he was saying it more to himself than anything.   “Oh, Yuri,” Shuichi sighed.  “Does it matter that Wolfram is a guy?”  It was obvious to just about everyone that Yuri had feelings for his fiancé, whether he wanted to admit it or not.   Yuri’s head snapped around.  “Of course it does!”  It was the only thing he was absolutely certain about.  Or at least, he thought he was.   “…Why?”   “It, it just…does!”  He felt like a rat in a maze.  He was trying to find the end, but it was useless.  No matter which way he turned, he always came upon a dead end.  Why could he not find his way out?   Shuichi dropped his legs and slid to the edge of the seat.  He caught his cousin’s gaze and held it.  “Why?” he demanded.  There was no way he was going to let Yuri get away with a “just because”.  No way.  No how.  That was not a reason.  Much like the “because I said so” excuse, your parents give you when you ask them why you cannot go and <insert request here>.   “It’s just-”   “Just what?”   Yuri was at a loss.  He shook his head.   “It’s just not right.” Shuichi said quietly.  “It’s gross.  Disgusting.  Unnatural.  Immoral.  Having feelings for another man makes you a freak of nature.  A pervert.  A deviant.  An abomination.”   Yuri raised his head to look at his cousin.   “I have heard it all.”   “Shuichi.”  Truthfully, Yuri had forgotten that Shuichi was gay.  Well, he knew he was, but had not really thought about it.  It was just another fact.  The sky is blue.  The clouds are white.  The grass is green.   “I have had right-wing nutcases shouting Scripture at me for years.  There are always protesters outside NG and at our concerts who claim I’m ‘evil’.  That my ‘chosen lifestyle’ is a bad influence on the kids.  I am possessed by the Devil and should be exorcised.  I have had fanfics written about me online supporting the authors fucked up belief that me being gay validates every bad thing that has happened to me or should happen to me.  I read one where I contracted AIDS and ended up throwing myself from some building, thinking that if I had not ‘chosen’ to fall in love with Eiri, then I never would have gotten sick in the first place.  Blah.  Blah.  Blah.  And you know what?  I don’t care anymore what people think.  I am in love with Yuki.  Have been since I was eighteen and nothing will ever change that.  My name is Shuichi Shindou and I am a gay Japanese man.”   “…But that’s…”   “Different?”   Yuri cringed at having his own words thrown at him.  Even to him, his excuses were beginning to sound weak.   “Yuri, what does it matter what sex Wolfram is?  As long as you’re happy. Does anything else matter?”  It was basically the same thing that Hiro told him back when he had been having doubts about his budding relationship with Eiri.   Yuri wanted to say, “Yes”, but was not sure why anymore.   Shuichi growled lightly.  This was beginning to become tedious.  “If you have no feelings for Wolfram, then why haven’t you broken off your engagement?” he snapped.  “Why do you still allow Greta to refer to him as her other father?  Why do you look so happy every time you’re speaking about him?  Why do you allow him to push you around and call you names and sneak away on mission with you?  Why do you share your bed with him?  Why did you return to Earth when it was assumed that you would never be able to travel back and forth anymore?  And why did you not look back when he called out to you?  When Wolfram’s heart was taken in order to unlock one of the Forbidden Boxes, why did you react the way you did?  When Wolfram broke off your engagement and decided to leave Covenant Castle for Von Bielefelt Castle, why did you go after him?  Why are you so restless at night when Wolfram’s not asleep besides you?  Why Yuri?  Why?”   Yuri continued to shake his head with each question hurled at him, his face going whiter and whiter.  He felt dizzy and lightheaded.   Of course, Yuri’s mother had a pretty big mouth.  It seemed to run in the family.  So of course, a great deal of the family was aware of Yuri’s exploits.   Shuichi narrowed his eyes.  “This has nothing to do with society or how you were raised,” he continued.  For Jennifer was very open-minded and the least prejudicial person in the world.  Not even the Pope can say that.  Shuichi could not even say that about himself.  “No.  This is about…‘him’.  Isn’t it?”   Like a deer caught in the headlights of an approaching car, Yuri went completely still.   ---   (Present – Great Demon Kingdom)   Yuri’s eyes flew open with a gasp.   Sighing deeply, he draped an arm across his brows and stared up at the vaulted ceiling.  “Him”.  Closing his eyes, he tried to calm his racing heart.  He had not thought about “him” in years.  Yuri could not even remember what he looked like anymore.  “He” was the one secret he kept from Wolfram.  Nobody but a very select few within the family knew about that incident.  Maybe one day he would gather the courage to tell Wolfram, but right now, it was still a very sore subject and the less time he spent dwelling on it the better.   Yuri scrubbed his hands over his haggard face.  Yawning, he ground his knuckles into his tired, aching eyes.   There was a sudden hammering on the drawing room doors.  “Your Majesty?  Your Majesty?”   Peering at the door between his fingers, Yuri suppressed a groan.  Günter.  Of course.  Surprise.  Surprise.   Dropping his head back against the chair, he let his head flop to the side and gazed blankly out the window that overlooked the flower garden below.  With a finger, he gave a quick jerk of his wrist and on the other side of the room, the heavy wooden doors locked with a loud, resounding clunk of tumblers.  And just in time.  For not more than a second after Yuri locked the study doors, the door handles rattled.   “Your Majesty?  There seems to be a problem with the doors,” Günter called through the doors.   Yuri snickered.   “Your Majesty?”   His guards positioned around the room did not appear too disturbed by the sudden turn of events, for which Yuri was extremely thankful.   “Adele,” Yuri called to the closest guard.   “Sire?” the man replied, snapping to attention.   “Where is Wolfram?”   “His Highness, Lord Von Bielefelt, should be resting in His Majesty’s bedchambers as per Gisela’s orders.”   Yuri nodded.   Before anyone even had the time to blink, a funnel of water appeared from out of nowhere and engulfed Yuri.  The Black Knights reached for their weapons and surged forward, but by the time they had the chair surrounded, the water funnel was gone.  As was His Majesty, Yuri Shibuya.   ---TBC---   (1)  Conway, D.J. Celtic Magic.  St. Paul, Minnesota: Llewellyn Publications, 1998   A/N:  So, what did you think?  It is not over yet!  BTW.  The kind of wedding ceremony that Wolfram and Yuri are going to have is what is called “hand-fasting”.  I will talk more about that in the next chapter.  Remember to review!  Tell me what you think!