Gravitation Fan Fiction / Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Wolfram's Ninth Bruise ❯ Wolfram's Ninth 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:  With Wolfram’s due date rapidly approaching, Yuri springs a surprise on his fiancé. Warning:drama, romance, fantasy, language, M/M sexual situation, MPREG, Yuri/Wolfram Inserts:  Kyo Kara Maoh!  Season one, episode one. A/N: Thank you to Badger-Chan, XZanayu, The JohhnyMcKiltProductions, Mikuyu Sado, fantasy115, Einzazmunster, Goddess of All Knowing-ness, TenshiGosuperu, lilgurlanima, anyjen, Harpgo, Gcbella19, -pixie-princess-, Nikkie23534, Yuka Hasumi, Rokutagrl, pandawolf, XOiHeartMiloOX, Lisse08, Rale for your reviews.  Thank you to those who favored me and put me on alert.  Here it is.  The next installment.  Enjoy!   +---+---+---+   Chapter 9: Wolfram’s Ninth Bruise   (Present)   The whole castle was in an uproar.  Yuri found it all quite amusing to watch as everybody scurried around like chickens with their heads chopped off, though he did not expect them to act any other way.  After all, their King had disappeared and right before the eyes of the infamous Black Knights, who were said to be the best swordsmen and magic wielders in the nation.  He did feel bad for deceiving everybody like this.  Especially his own guardsmen.  Yuri hoped they were not reprimanded too much.  It was not their fault after all.  But it did not stop the whole thing from being as amusing as hell.   Peering around the corner, Yuri gazed up and down the hallway.  He gave a start when he spied Conrart speaking with several of his men urgently with the Great One and the Great Sage looking down on them.  While there was more than one-way to get to where he wanted to go, the most direct route (other than using his magic) was down that hallway there.   Damn.   The soldiers saluted their captain.  Yuri flattened himself against the wall and melted into the shadows as the soldiers rushed passed him without so much as a glance in his direction.  Tsking at their incompetence (he would have to remember to speak with Günter about that), Yuri stepped out of the shadows and watched as the men hurried down the hall and turned the far corner, vanishing from his view.  He glanced over his shoulder and found Conrart now speaking softly to Gwendal.  Where had the Commander in Chief come from?  The brothers were speaking too low for Yuri to make out what they were saying, but he did get the gist from the way Gwendal was gesturing wildly.  He looked as if he were on the verge of having an aneurism.  Yuri laughed nervously.  It would be as funny as hell if Yuri were not positive that Gwendal wanted to murder him on sight.  And why?  Who the hell knew?  Just because Yuri had the gull to fall in love with Wolfram Von Bielefelt.   Deciding to leave the confrontation for another time, like when he was feeling suicidal, Yuri took a step backwards and pulled the shadows around him like a cloak and vanished.  He just hoped it worked this time.   +---+---+   Just wait until he got his hands on him!  First, he had the audacity to touch his little brother most inappropriately and then he had the nerve to impregnate him!  Outside the bounds of matrimony no less.  Of all the impertinent, audacious…!  To dishonor his little brother not once but twice was inexcusable!  To top it off, the double black brat had the impudence to claim that he was not going to do right by Wolfram and marry him!  There was no way his nephew was going to be born into the world a Bastard.  No.  His Majesty was going to marry Wolfram.  Even if it meant being marched down the aisle with a pistol to his head.   Gwendal cut himself off in mid-thought.  His head snapped around.   “Gwendal?” Conrart questioned.   Holding up his hand, Gwendal strode purposefully down the hall.   Curious, Conrart followed closely behind.   At the junction, Gwendal peered around the corner.  Nothing.  He frowned.  He was almost positive…  “Conrart,” he called suddenly.  “Where is Wolfram?”   “In his room resting.  Why?”   Without answering, Gwendal turned on his heels with a snap and marched down the hallway back the way they came.   Conrart sighed heavily as he went to follow him.  While he, himself, agreed that His Majesty should not be allowed to run around unescorted at all times, especially here in Covenant Castle (one can never be too sure), he was sure that Yuri had a perfectly reasonable explanation for vanishing as he had.  It was possible all the pressure and stress surrounding his pending marriage to Wolfram had finally caused His Majesty to snap.  In a matter of sixty-three short days, he was going from being a bachelor to married with children.  Maybe Yuri just needed some time to himself.  Conrart knew if he were in Yuri’s shoes, he would have not have fared any better.  But of course, Gwendal was in no mood to hear any of it.  Talk about a one-track mind.  His brother needed to find himself a girlfriend.   +---+---+   The light spilling into the chamber from the windows creating three long shafts of light on the floor dimmed and vanished behind a formless solid black mass that slowly appeared in the middle of the room by the foot of the bed.  Then just as quickly as it appeared, the mass of shadow vanished.  The bright mid-afternoon light spilled freely into the chamber.   Yuri stretched, working all the kinks out of his body.  Now that was an experience.  It was something he was just beginning to learn how to do.  So he was no expert.  Maybe one in every ten tries actually worked as it was supposed to.  The first time he tried this technique, he ended up ten miles from where he had wanted to be.  In the home of a very lovely young lady.  Of course, Wolfram had accused him of messing up on purpose just for that very reason.   Whatever.   Sometimes, Yuri had a feeling that Wolfram complained because he liked the sound of his own voice.  Of course, he did dare mention that to Wolfram.  He was not that stupid.   Yuri glanced around the chamber looking for Wolfram, expecting to find him doing something other than what he had been ordered to do.  It was something for which Wolfram was famous.  Yuri had a feeling that the blond Demon Prince did it more out of principle than anything.  His fiancé sure was something else.  But then again, that was one of the attributes that Yuri loved about him.  To his surprise, though, he noticed immediately that the curtains had been drawn around the bed.  Wow.  That was a first.  Wolfram actually doing something he was told.  One for the record books.  But seeing as Wolfram was nearing the end of his pregnancy, it was no wonder that he was exhausted enough to actually listen to Gisela’s orders.   Chuckling softly, Yuri quietly approached the bed.  Parting the curtains, Yuri glanced down at his slumbering fiancé.  He smiled at the sight.  His angel.  He suppressed a laugh.  If Wolfram knew that he was being referred to as an “angel” and by his own husband-to-be, Yuri would never have another child.  But it would be well worth the sacrifice.    Wolfram had changed into the black nightgown that Yuri had bought for him awhile back.  Maybe buying the nightgown in that particular color had been a bad choice.  It made Wolfram’s already pale, creamy complexion look nearly ghost-like.  Almost like a vampire who had gone without seeing the sun for several centuries.  But it was a good contrast against his golden locks and emerald green eyes.   The red quilt, which matched the red velvet curtains, had been kicked to the foot of the bed.  His gaze wandered to the rather large baby bump that was peeking out from under the white sheet.  The fact that Wolfram was showing meant that he was nearing the end of his gestation cycle and could go into labor any day now, which was why there was such a rush for the two of them to get married.  The old-school traditionalists wanted Wolfram and he wed before the Demon Prince was born (everybody was “absolutely certain” it was going to be a boy by the way Wolfram was “carrying”).  Unfortunately, arranging a royal wedding at the last possible second was not something that could be done so easily.  So it was like a head-to-head race.  Nobody was certain who would cross the finish line first.   A soft expression crossed Yuri’s face.  Whoever would have thought his future would include another man by his side?   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?”   Yuri’s grip on the red velvet curtains tightened.   ---   (Two Years Ago – Japan)   The color having drained completely from his face and feeling slightly nauseous as his stomach churned, Yuri stared blankly at the television set with obsidian eyes gone too wide.   “Him”.   Images too fast to make out clearly flashed through his mind.  He pushed them aside before he was able to decipher them.  But they came unbidden over and over again, no matter how hard he tried to block them.   There was not much from that time that he could remember.  For which he would forever be eternally grateful.  He could only remember being dressed up in girls’ clothing because his mother refused to let him forget it.  Why he had never said anything was beyond him.  Maybe it was because he had been a little kid and had not known any better.  Actually, at the time, he had thought it was normal.  That was until he found out differently.  His poor mother had been heart broken.  As had Shori, but only because Yuri had started to rebel against his older brother’s over-protectiveness.  His father on the other hand had never been more enthusiastic in his life.   But there was something else he could remember from back then.  It was something he believed, until now, had been buried and long forgotten, but unfortunately, it was as clear as if it had just happened.  Why was it that he could not remember what they had for dinner last night, but he could clearly recall something like this that happened over a decade ago that he would give anything to forget?  That was just not right.   “You’re gross!”   Yuri hefted himself off the couch and stumbled across the room to the sliding glass doors.  He fumbled for the handle and slid the door open.  Staggering out onto the back porch, he collapsed onto his knees.  He dropped his face in his hands as he broke out into a cold sweat.  His heart was pounding wickedly.  His breath came out in wheezing pants.   Shuichi watched his young cousin sadly.  He felt sorry for the boy.  Pushing up off the armchair, he crossed towards him silently.   The incident was not something Yuri ever talked about and for good reason.  Shuichi could see that it still affected him greatly.  But it was something that Yuri had to learn to let go.  He could not let it control his life or his actions forever.  Otherwise, he was going to end up wondering “what if” for the rest of his life.  Shuichi knew that better than anyone else did.   “Yuri,” he called softly.   Yuri shook his head.  Back and forth.  Over and over again.  He clapped his hands over his ears, trying to get that mocking voice to stop echoing in his head.   “Gross!”   Shuichi wanted to press the issue of that boy from Yuri’s past, but knew that nothing good would come from it.  At least, not now.  Not while Yuri was like this.  It would only cause more harm then good.  So, he decided to try another route.  “The first time you saw Wolfram.”   Yuri’s movements halted.   “Think back,” Shuichi instructed.  “What was your very first impression?”   Slowly, Yuri unfurled himself as he remembered that day.   He was arriving at the capital with Conrart and Günter.  Greeting the people.  Being given numerous bouquets.  But then Ao was spooked by a bee and took off at super sonic speed towards the castle.  Gwendal had been able to stop the stampeding horse and calm Ao down, but not before Ao bucked and tossed Yuri to the ground.  And that was when he saw him.  With an insult on his lips-   “Do you mean to say that he is the new Demon King?”   -and an air of arrogance about him, as if he felt it was only natural that he look down at all others besides him.  That luscious, golden mane with its gentle waves.  Those emerald eyes burning with barely concealed licks of fire.  That blue uniform that fit him perfectly.   “He is handsome.”   It was something that had just slipped out.  He had not even thought about it.  It was a fact.  Just like Shuichi being gay or knowing that day follows night or that Polaris is the current North Star.  Yuri had no problem admitting that Wolfram was a handsome guy.  But did that constitute him being in love with him?  Was he gay?    Aah!   He just did not know anymore.  The first tear slid down his cheek.   Shuichi saw the confusion, the mix of emotions racing across his cousin’s face.  “I can’t give you the answers you so desperately seek,” he whispered kindly.  “Only you can do that.  But I will tell you this.”   Yuri lifted his head and peered at his cousin.   “I hate seeing you looking so upset.  So confused all the time.  I hate seeing you running from who you really are.”   “Shuichi.”   “Whether you are gay.  Straight.  Bi.  A Drag Queen.  Transvestite.  Or something else entirely.”  Shuichi shook his head.  “They are just words made up of letters.  Nothing more.  Nothing less.  Words do not constitute a person’s worth, his personality, what or who he really is.  A person’s actions do that.  Labels are for packages and you are so much more than that!”   For some reason, that made Yuri feel a little better.  His head started to clear.  His chest did not feel as tight.   “I’ll leave you with something Yuki’s brother asked me once.  Did you fall in love with Wolfram because he is a guy?  Or did the person you happened to fall in love with just happen to be a guy?”   Yuri’s eyes widened a fraction.   ---   (Present)   Yuri perched on the edge of the bed and brushed a golden curl off Wolfram’s forehead.   “…Did you fall in love with Wolfram because he is a guy?  Or did the person you happened to fall in love with just happen to be a guy?”   He remembered not being able to sleep a wink that night.  His mind had been a jumbled mess.  His conversation with Shuichi just kept revolving over and over and over again in his head.  By the time the sun was starting to peek out above the horizon, Yuri had finally come to a decision.  So, without seeing either the school officials or his baseball coach, he slipped quietly out of bed and returned to the Great Demon Kingdom.  As it happened, it turned out to be the middle of the night here.  He snuck into his bedchamber, much as he just did, and found to his surprise that Wolfram was sleeping alone.  The two of them have gotten into the habit of having Greta with them at night whenever the other one was not going to be there.  Of course, before being confronted with his feelings by his cousin, Yuri had never wondered why that was.  Or why even though his daughter was there, he still tossed and turned at night when Wolfram was not there.  He spent the entire night watching Wolfram sleep.  Of course, when Wolfram woke up and discovered what Yuri had been doing all night long, he called him “a creepy pervert”, even though his face had been as red as a stop sign.   Yuri chuckled softly.   ---   (Two Years Ago – Great Demon Kingdom)   Tossing aside the covers, Wolfram swung his legs over the side of the bed as he continued to grumble softly, but found his way impeded when he went to stand up.  “Huh?  Yuri.  Move.  You’re in the way wimp.”   “…Wolfram…”   “What?”   “…I…I, uhm…”    “What?  Stop stuttering and speak up.  I cannot understand a word you are saying.  And why is your face all red?”   Yuri opened his mouth, but nothing came out.  He knew what he wanted to say, but could not get the words out.  For the love of the Great One.  Why was this so hard?  Dealing with the Forbidden Boxes had been a breeze compared to this.   “Whatever.  Wimp.  I’ve got things to do.”  Pushing aside Yuri none-too-gently, Wolfram stood up and brushed passed his stammering fiancé towards the armoire.   Without thinking, Yuri’s hand shot out and clamped around Wolfram’s wrist.   “Wha?  Yuri?  What are you doing?  Let go of me.”   Yuri shook his head.  He was not sure if what he felt for his fiancé was love or not, but he did know one thing.  His cousin was right.  He did indeed have feelings for Wolfram and they went well beyond that of mere friendship.  And they have ever since he first met the fiery blond.   Wolfram felt a hard tugging on his arm and before he knew what was happening, he found himself on his back in the middle of the bed with Yuri on top of him.  Wolfram’s face turned several shades of red.  He opened his mouth to demand that the wimp of a King get off him, but found himself being kissed before the thought was half finished.  His eyes went wide.  His mind went blank.  What was happening?  What was Yuri doing?  Did he have any idea what he was doing to him?   After what seemed like an eternity, Yuri pulled back.  His face was as bright red as Wolfram’s.  “I like you Wolfram,” he blurted out before he lost his nerve.  “I really, really…like you.”   A slow smile crossed Wolfram’s face, but he hardened his expression and threw a glare at him instead.  “You better, you damned wimp.  I’m not marrying myself here.”   Yuri chuckled.  He clunked their foreheads together.   ---   (Present)   There was a saying.  A saying he never really understood.  The one about feeling as if a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.  After the fog dissipated, though, he had been able to clearly see the road ahead.  Confessing his feelings for Wolfram had been the best decision of his life.  For now, he finally understood.  Completely.  A weight he had not known was there was suddenly gone.  He felt lighter.  As if there was less gravity weighing him down.  He was happier.  More carefree.  He was…in love.  As idiotic or sappy as it sounded (even to him), he had felt as giddy as a schoolgirl experiencing her first crush.   From a certain point of view, his sudden turn around did almost seem…a little unreal.  To spend all those years safely behind his blinders, having tried (and failed) to convince himself that it was somehow wrong to have those types of “unnatural feelings” for another guy, even though he had never really understood why.  That he could never possibly be as happy as he could be with a woman by side.  He had been too afraid of what people would say or what they would think about him.  How society would treat him.  But then for him to do a complete one-eighty virtually overnight…it did not seem true to real life somehow.  He knew how it looked and he understood those who would question him.  Sometimes, he even questioned it himself, but then he would gaze at Wolfram and his heart would swell with pride and a wave of emotion would overcome him and then he would throw all those doubts to the wind.  Sometimes, all it takes was a hard slap upside the head for one to come to his senses.  A butterfly flaps it’s wings in New England and a tsunami washes away a village in Indonesia.   Shuichi was right.  Whether he was gay or bisexual or something else entirely, he knew without a doubt that even if he could, he would not change anything about his life.   He did not care what other people thought anymore.  He had never been happier in his life than he was right now.   +---+---+   Gwendal turned the corner and to his relief spotted two Black Knights standing at attention outside His Majesty bedchamber, but he was not going to let his guard down just yet.  With His Majesty’s ever-increasing powers, there was no telling what the boy was capable of and the fact that Yuri could vanish from within a locked room (a room whose lock has been broken since Gwendal himself was a child), was evident of that.   The men snapped to attention as he approached.   “Is Wolfram in His Majesty’s chamber?”   Gwendal still refused to refer to Yuri’s bedchamber as anything other than that.   “Yes, Sir.  As per Lady Gisela’s orders.”   “Good.”   Shaking his head, Conrart sighed.  He was supposed to be His Majesty’s personal bodyguard, protecting him from any and all threats, but when he was entrusted with this task, he had no idea that one of those threats would be his own big brother.  As the elder sibling, he knew that one felt a sense of responsibility towards one’s younger siblings, but sometimes Gwendal went a little overboard.  Conrart really had to find a girlfriend for Gwendal.   +---+---+   Leaning over, he whispered softly in Wolfram’s ear.   Emerald eyes soon fluttered open.  “Yuri?” Wolfram slurred sleepily when the double black Demon King came into view.   Yuri smiled down at the mother of his unborn child.  “Hey,” he greeted as he caressed Wolfram’s cheek.  He noticed how soft it was.   Wolfram covered his mouth as a yawn seized him.  He had never meant to fall asleep, but he had just been so tired.  “What are you doing?”   “Watching you sleep.”   Wolfram cocked an eyebrow.  “Whoever knew you were such a pervert?”   Said the man who was blushing.  Yuri chuckled.  “C’mon,” he said.   “Why?” Wolfram asked suspiciously.   “I have a surprise for you.”   Trying to calm his suddenly racing heart, Wolfram asked, “What sort of surprise?  Where are we going?”   “Well, if I told you,” Yuri said, leaning his face closer to Wolfram’s, “it would not be much of a surprise, would it?”   Wolfram’s blush that had begun to fade blazed back to life.  He studied the man who was an integral part of his life.  Just what was his wimp up to?   They both turned their attention to the chamber doors when they suddenly heard voices.  One of those voices sounded a lot like Gwendal.   Yuri gulped.  Uh, oh, he thought uneasily.  Busted.   Wolfram glanced sharply at Yuri.  “What did you do now, Wimp?” he demanded through squinted eyes.   Scratching the back of his head, Yuri laughed nervously.  “Well, you see…”   Wolfram heaved a sigh.   +---+---+   Grabbing the “L” shaped door handles, Gwendal threw open the double doors and strode purposefully into the King’s bedchamber.   Startled, the Black Knights glanced uncertainly between the Commander in Chief and the Captain.  What should they do?   Conrart sighed, again, and held up his hand to soothe their fears.   The men nodded once and returned to their posts.   Gwendal advanced towards the bed.  Grabbing the closed heavy velvet curtains, Gwendal tossed them aside, nearly tearing them in the process and was startled to a standstill.  He felt his anger dwindle and die at the sight before him.   “I told you, did I not?” Conrart spoke up softly from behind his brother.  He stepped up besides Gwendal and gazed down at the royal couple, asleep in each other’s arms.  “His Majesty is not like the others.”    “That still remains to be seen,” Gwendal growled.   “His Majesty would do nothing that would bring harm to or would dishonor Wolfram.”   With a humph, Gwendal dropped the curtains and marched from the chamber.   “I thought you and His Majesty had come to an understanding?” Conrart called after him.   “That was before he got Wolfram pregnant.”   Conrart suppressed the urge to sigh yet again.  After straightening the curtains, he too backed out of the chamber.  He bowed deeply towards the bed that shielded His Majesty and Wolfram as he shut the doors quietly.   +---+---+   Back in the King’s chamber, the figures curled up together on the bed sputtered like a flame in the breeze before flickering out of existence all together.   ---TBC---   A/N:  Dear God, it is not finished yet?  Jeesh!  When I first started this, I had not expected it to be this long.  Anyway, how was it?   BTW.  I changed the gestation time for pregnancies.  Now it is sixty-three days and they do not start showing until a couple weeks before they are to go into labor (much like the wolf).   Question: Do you think the baby should be a boy or a girl?  And what do you think Yuri and Wolfram should name it?  Any suggestions?  I do have one rule.  It should be of German origin.   Another side note.  Starting August 3 and until August 19th, my dad’s production company will be filming another movie and I will be helping with the catering (b-fast, lunch and dinner every single day).  So I am not sure how much writing I can accomplish during that time (cooking food for fifty people every single day three times a day?  What was I thinking?!).  So the next chapter might take a little longer to get out.  Sorry.