Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction / Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Wolfram's Seventh 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:  As Yuri is being fitted for his wedding outfit, he flashes back onto how this all became possible. Warning:drama, romance, fantasy, language, M/M sexual situation, MPREG, Yuri/Wolfram Inserts:  -- A/N:  Here it is.  The next installment.  This was supposed to be the last part, but it became longer than I thought it would get so I had to split it up.  I want to thank you guys for your continuous support and encouragement.  This never would have happened without you.  And in case you have not noticed, I consolidated the whole series into one story.  Also, I apologize that this took forever to get out.  I was working on some other things and then I went on vacation to Salem, Mass.  Absolutely loved it there!  I would love to go back some day.  And adding to that, the fact that even though I had a storyline in mind, I could not seem to get it down on paper.  I hate when that happens.  Anyway, enjoy!   +---+---+---+   Chapter 7: Wolfram’s Seventh Bruise   (Several Months Later – Great Demon Kingdom)   Many things have been happening since Wolfram discovered he was expecting.  Several more nations decided to join the Great Demon Kingdom Alliance despite the controversy surrounding Wolfram being pregnant outside the bounds of matrimony, Caloria had officially separated from Big Cimaron to become an independent nation without much hassle or fanfare much to everybody’s surprise, Yuri signed into law that women were allowed to be named as heir in their own right whether they were married or not (a huge step forward according to Anissina because apparently females before now could only inherit if they were married and even then their inheritance was relinquished to their husbands), Greta now had a boyfriend (much to Yuri’s chagrin) and he and Wolfram were to be married in a fortnight whether either of them wanted to or not.   When Gwendal found out that the King had impregnated his baby brother, all Hell had broken loose.  Yuri was glad that Lady Celi had been there to calm the infuriated Demon.  Otherwise, who knows what would have happened.  Greta might just be an orphan.  There was still a rather large crack in the south wall that needed to be repaired.   Wolfram’s due date was rapidly approaching and he was as big as a house.  Though, you had to be suicidal to even mention such a thing in his presence.  The fire demon who had mastered control over his powers decades ago when Yuri’s grandparents were in diapers had a small tendency to go postal over the smallest slight, which was not much different than normal, but now that he was pregnant, his powers were just a little on the erratic side.  To say the least.  So there was no telling what would happen nowadays when Wolfram lost it.   Yuri shuddered at the thought.   Just the other day, Wolfram set their bed curtains on fire (again) after Yuri made the suggestion that maybe the two of them should lay off being intimate now that Wolfram was closing in on his due date.  For the sake of the baby.  Of course, in typical Wolfram style, the demon’s mind leapt from “no possibility of sex because it might harm the baby” to “no sex because he was fat and ugly and repulsive”.   Yuri heaved a sigh.   Then Wolfram very nearly burned down the nursery when he found out that the interior decorator Lady Celi had hired to decorate the nursery had decorated it “all wrong”.  Yuri had actually liked how the nursery came out, but kept his opinions to himself.  And rightly so.  Otherwise, Wolfram would have flambéed his ass (again).   As absolutely terrified as Yuri was at the idea of becoming a father (of course, he had Greta, but his daughter was not a helpless infant completely dependent on her parents but could take care of herself), he could not wait until the baby was born.  Anything was better than putting up with an already overly emotional demon’s rampaging hormones.   “Your Majesty, could you hold out your arms please?”   Yuri did as the seamstress requested.   He was currently being measured for his wedding outfit.  Again.  How many times had he stood on this stool for hours at a time while the seamstress and his apprentice, a lovely, shy young woman no older than Greta, poked, prodded and pulled at him?  It was getting a little old.  And yes.  Seamstress.  The man considered himself a seamstress and not a tailor.  Yuri had not bothered to ask why.  It was none of his business.   Dressed in his black uniform, his long raven locks tied back with the ribbon Wolfram had wanted him to wear (Yuri had been too afraid of what might happen if he were to refuse), Yuri stared at his nineteen-year-old reflection in the mirror.  Staring back at him was not the naïve, wide-eyed fifteen-year-old boy who came here when he was flushed down the toilet in the girls’ bathroom thanks to a bunch of bullies and yet it was not the Demon King either.  He had matured, and was still maturing, into a combination of the two.  It was still bizarre to look into the mirror and see how much he has changed in such a short amount of time.  He was taller, broader in the shoulders and chest.  Lean and trim with well-toned muscle in all the right places.  His eyes sharper and his mind focused (most of the time).  But he was definitely not against the changes.  No matter what he looked like, he was still going to be him.   And to think that only two short years ago, he never would have imagined his life would turn out like this.   ---   (Two Years Ago- Japan)   Yuri had been back at home for less than a week now.  Who knows how much time has passed in the Great Demon Kingdom.  He was trying to aim for as little time as possible, but he was no expert when it came to controlling his powers.  Far from it.  So who knows how long he has been gone.  One time, he had been trying for a week and ended up being gone for a whole month.   Truth be told, he was beginning to become a little antsy.  It was funny how that happens.  It was not too long ago, where he would have given anything to return home to Japan and his normal life as your average, run of the mill high school teenager.  But the more time he spent there in the Great Demon Kingdom, the nearer and dearer everyone became to him, the more serious he was about his role as Sovereign and the farther away his desire for a life of normalcy became.  Now, he would rather be in the Great Demon Kingdom than anywhere else.   Deciding to live his life as a Demon on his sixteenth birthday had been one of the easiest decisions of his life.  Easier than he thought it would have been when he first became Demon King.  One of the factors that he thought would hold him back from making that decision was his family.  His parents and Shori in particular.  But it was not as if he was never going to see them again.  Just the opposite in fact.  With his ability to come and go as he pleased, he could do just that.  He could come back to visit any time he wanted.  All he had to do was look at his decision to live his life as a Demon in the Great Demon Kingdom rather than as a Human here on Earth as him moving out on his own.  It was something that every child had to do eventually.   “Well,” he corrected himself as he passed his brother’s room and saw through a crack in the door, the college student passed out stone cold across his bed, “almost all children.”   Yuri strolled casually down the stairs.   His mother, Miko “call me Jennifer” Shibuya, had gone out to do some shopping at the Farmer’s Market that is held three times a week in a local church parking lot.  For which Yuri was extremely thankful.  The last thing he wanted was to have to deal with more of her constant nagging questions and insinuations about his personal life, which he has been subject to from the second he arrived a week ago.  As his mother, she felt it was her right to do so.  And as a father himself, he understood completely.  But still.  A cup can only be filled so much.  Go over that line and you will have a mess to clean up.   Afterwards, his mother planned to go look at wedding dresses.  Yuri felt almost physically ill at the thought.  He had no idea why she was so adamant about finding “the perfect wedding dress”.  Who did she expect was going to wear it?  Not him.  That was for damn sure and he would kill Wolfram in a heartbeat if he even thought about doing something so ridiculous (not that he accepted Wolfram as his fiancé, mind you).  They were both guys after all.  A little something his mother seems to have conveniently forgotten.  Now, if either one of them were into that kind of thing, that would be completely different.  But they were not.  So that was the end of that (again, not that he had accepted Wolfram as his fiancé or anything).   Even if he were gay (which he was not) and were to accept Wolfram as his fiancé (which he still felt was fundamentally wrong), that still did not justify either one of them being subjected to wearing a dress.  If the sight of Wolfram in a dress turned him on, then would it not make much more sense to go out with a woman like a normal teenage boy then?   His father, Shoma Shibuya, has really not said anything on the subject (about his youngest son being engaged to a guy, not about the dress part for he made his opinion very clear on that topic long ago).   Shoma was supposed to have had the day off today, but of course, he had been roped into going out golfing with a client.  Or more accurately, a potential client.  Yuri was not even sure if his father liked golfing or if he just put on a brave front so that he did not insult his clients.  Yuri could understand if that were the case.  He himself has been forced into that position on more than one occasion.  And he was sure he was guilty of doing the same to others.   At the bottom of the staircase, Yuri grabbed the newel and swung himself across the entry hall and through the doorway that led into the living room.   It was somewhat weird being back at his parents’ house.  For a variety of reasons.  One of them being how quiet it was here.  Yuri was not sure how it happened, but somewhere along the line, he had become accustomed to the everyday noises of the castle.  Even in the middle of the night there was something going on.  He thought it would be a nice change of pace to not have copious amounts of paperwork that needed his immediate attention, no Günter, no Black Knights (his personal guards that had been forced onto him not too long ago thanks to the ten Aristocrats) following him around like the Black Death every millisecond of everyday, no Wolfram nagging his head off, no Anissina chasing after him to help her with one of her inventions or talking his ear off about the necessity of raising the women’s station (not that he did not agree with her, for he did, it was just having to listen to her in her constant, endless tirades), no Gwendal and his intimidating glares.  No nothing.  And it had been nice.  For maybe the first couple of hours, but then he grew bored and maybe even a little lonely.   He shook his head violently as an image of a scowling Wolfram popped into his mind and cursed when he felt himself blushing fiercely.   But he could not return to the Great Demon Kingdom.  Not yet.  He had some business that had to be taken care of here before he went back.  Yuri plopped himself down on the couch.  Extending his arms out across the back and stretching his legs out before him, he stared up at the white ceiling.  He had to speak with the officials at school and his baseball coach.  Those were not conversations that he was looking forward to.   What was he supposed to say to them?  “Sorry Sir, but I have become King in an alternate reality.”  Seriously.  How would you react if someone said that to you?   As much as he would like to finish high school and go onto college with his friends, he, unfortunately, could not.  As said ruler, it was just not possible.  Maybe if he was the Crown Prince, but he was not.  He was the King.  He had responsibilities.  Duties.  His people depended on him.  He just could not afford to leave for weeks or even months at a time as he has been doing in the past.  Not anymore.  He made the decision to become the Demon King and with great power came great responsibility and even greater sacrifices.  Besides, it was not as if he was not going to be continuing with his studies.  Günter would see to that.   His heart leapt into his throat when the bongs of the doorbell echoed through the house.   Pushing up from the couch, he strode out of the living room and through the foyer, where he unlocked and then pulled open the front door.   “I heard you went and got yourself engaged.”   Yuri blinked.  Standing there grinning at him behind a pair of dark wraparound shades and a baseball hat, was his cousin Shuichi Shindou.   Shuichi lowered his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose and stared over the tops of them at his seventeen-year-old cousin with obsidian eyes with their signature violet sheen.  “Hey, Yuri.”   ---   (Present – Great Demon Kingdom)   Being pricked with a needle, for what seemed like the sextillionth time, jerked Yuri out of his thoughts.   “I am terribly sorry, Your Majesty,” the man apologized in a distracted manner making him sound not the least bit sorry.   He and his apprentice were currently working on pinning back the sleeves of the white cotton gambeson that Yuri was supposed to wear for the wedding underneath a black leather jerkin along with a black cape and black velvet stretch pants, boots and (God forbid) his sword.   “So, basically, for my wedding, I am supposed to dress as Tristan, only in black?  What, is Wolfram going to walk down the aisle as Isolde?” he had teased.  Only Murata had understood the joke.  Of course, once again, Wolfram being Wolfram, he had jumped to conclusions and Yuri had been forced to explain just who Tristan and Isolde were before Gwendal castrated him.   Yuri chuckled.   No sooner had the words of apology left the seamstress’ mouth when Yuri was stabbed yet again.   Swallowing a startled yelp, Yuri snapped his head around to glare angrily down at the man.  What?  Was he a pincushion?  It was no wonder the elder Demon was retiring at the end of the year.  Though with him as a sensei, Yuri was not so sure how far his apprentice would go or how long her career would last.   Yuri’s eye twitched.  He was this close to…to- aah!  Who knows what?  But he was fast getting to that point.   “Aah!  Your Majesty,” crooned a sickly sweet female voice behind him.  “How handsome you are!”   A feeling of dread washed over him, but Yuri pushed it aside and plastered a smile on his face.  He glanced in the mirror and watched as Lady Celi swept into the room with all the flourish and gallantry and screaming sex appeal that she was known for.  “Lady Celi,” he replied politely with a nod of his head.   Lady Celi pouted dramatically.  “It’s ‘Mother’, Your Majesty.”   “It’s Mama, Yu-chan.”   Yuri shuddered.   “Or, ‘Mom’.  Oh!  How about ‘Ma’?  Or…”   Yuri suppressed a groan.  And this was the family he was willingly marrying into?  Seriously.  What was wrong with him?   ---   (Two Years Ago – Japan)   “Where’s Eiri?” Yuri inquired as he made his way to the kitchen.   “Book signing,” Shuichi said as he placed his hat and sunglasses on the coffee table before plopping down onto the armchair in the living room.  He pulled his legs up and hugged his knees to his chest, dangling his toes over the edge of the seat cushion.  He drummed his fingers on his jean-clad knees.  “He has a new book coming out.”   “What’s this one about?” Yuri asked.  He crossed the kitchen towards the refrigerator.   “Haunted places around the Tokyo area.”   That greatly surprised Yuri.  “Cool,” he commented as he peered into the fridge.   “His editor did not seem to think so.”   “Why not?” Yuri asked.  “All we have is Pepsi,” he called out.   “That’s fine.”   Yuri pulled out two cans of pop, shut the refrigerator and made his way back to the living room.   “Well,” Shuichi began, “Yuki is known for his ‘romance’ novels after all.  I don’t even know why they are considered ‘romance’ novels in the first place.  Oh, thanks,” he said as he took the proffered blue can from his younger cousin.  He opened it and took a long swig.   Yuri seated himself on the couch and opened his own can.  He took a sip before placing the can on the coffee table.   “I mean, it’s not like they’re anything like those Harlequin romances, or something.”   That was true (not that he had ever read any of the books his cousin’s lover wrote or anything).   “If anything, his books are more like something JD Robb or Laurell K Hamilton would write, or something, you know?”   Technically, JD Robb’s novels were futuristic romances (again, not that he had ever read any of her books), but Yuri understood what Shuichi was getting at.   “I mean, you pick up any book and nines times out of ten there is an underlining plot centering around the budding romance of the two main characters as they work together to solve some crime or something, but those books are not considered romances, right?  They’re considered thrillers or mysteries or suspense or something, ya know?  Anyway…what was I saying?”  Yuri opened his mouth to answer, but Shuichi beat him to it.  “Oh!  Right.  Well, because Yuki has been sorta typecast as a romance novelist, Ms. Mizuki- Eiri’s editor- is afraid that this book might not be well received.  Ya know, because it is not a romance novel.”   Yuri nodded.  “What made him write it?”   Shuichi shrugged.  “He said he wanted to try something new.”  As the lead singer for Bad Luck, it was something Shuichi knew about all too well.  “But it has been getting some great reviews, though.  So...”   “You never know.”   “Right.”   Yuri reached for his can of pop.   “So,” Shuichi drawled.   “Hm?”   “Who’s the lucky girl?”   A stream of Pepsi came spewing out of Yuri’s mouth.  It arched over the coffee table like a bridge and landed several inches shy of the television.  “...It’s not…I mean…” he managed around coughing fits.  If Wolfram were to find out he was being referred to as a female…Yuri blanched as the endless possibilities.  And of course, Wolfram would blame Yuri.   “‘Not’?”  Shuichi cocked his head to the side.  He turned thoughtful.  Then his lips peeled back to show professionally whitened teeth.  “You mean it’s a guy?”   Blushing fiercely, Yuri shook his head vigorously.  “No!  No, I, I, well, technically, yes, Wolfram is a guy, but, but!  It’s not like that!  I mean, well, it is, like that, but, but…it was an accident!  I, I had no idea what I was doing when I proposed and, and…”   Shuichi giggled.  Violet eyes sparkled.   “He’s short-tempered, arrogant, possessive, and over-protective, gets jealous if I so much as think of someone else…!  He’s a selfish, spoiled brat!”   That sounded remarkably like Eiri, Shuichi thought.   “Don’t get me wrong.  He’s one of the best swordsmen in the nation.  He has saved my life numerous times.  He’s also beaten me countless times!”  And of course, Wolfram never let him forget either one.  “And he’s great with Greta.”   “Oh!  Your daughter, right?”   Yuri nodded.  “Yeah.  Greta absolutely loves him!”   “That’s good.”   Yuri snickered.  “He’s always acting so touch and macho, but sleeps in this stupid looking pink nightgown.”   Shuichi cocked an eyebrow.  Even he has never gone that far and he once wore his younger sister’s school uniform (even shaving his legs) thinking Eiri despised him because he was a guy, not to mention that one time he dressed up as a girl so that he could pretend to be Ayaka to get Eiri’s father to annul Eiri’s betrothal to her.   “He has a blue one he wears when we’re away on missions.”   Shuichi giggled lightly.   “And he gets seriously sea sick.”  That reminded him.  “Oh!  This one time, we were sailing to Van de Via Island and Wolfram snuck onboard.  He was so sick that he ended up staying in bed the entire time.  So he ended up not being able to go to the Ball.  Mr. Baldy…I, uh, mean, Mr. Heathcrife asked if I could dance with his daughter, Beatrice, ya know because she is not much older than Greta and had never danced with anyone before, so she was sitting all by herself and not having a very good time, so I agreed, if nothing more than to get away from all hordes of wo…uhm,” his face beat red as he remembered the crush of women, including Jozak in drag, Yuri hurriedly skipped that part, “and once I returned to the cabin, Wolfram was so angry!  He threw a pillow at me!  Can you believe it?  He accused me of being unfaithful just because I danced with a ten year old girl!”  Parched, Yuri took a long swig of his pop.   Shuichi tipped his head to the side and studied his cousin.  “…You seem happy,” he commented.   Yuri froze.  His face went red for a completely different reason he would rather not dwell on.  He lowered his can and stared at the liquid as it sloshed around inside the can.   “You really love him… don’t you?”   If it was at all possible, Yuri’s blush deepened, though he shook his head in denial.  “No!  I am not in love with Wolfram.  It is not like that.  Wolfram is a guy!  It is just…wrong!  I would much rather marry a girl if I have to get married.  Besides, Wolfram is a good friend.  One of my best friends.  And he is a great father to Greta.  I could not imagine my life without him, but I don’t love him.”   Shuichi smiled sadly.  “Who are you trying to convince, Yuri?  Me?  Or you?”   Yuri’s mind went blank.   ---TBC---   Thank you to XZanayu, Selim, Goddess of All Knowing-ness, heartlessgurl, XOiHeartMiloOX, LostForWords07, Natalie, warmsugar, lilgurlanima (twice), hwoosh~, anon azure, hottee39, eirina, dmennea, Lisse08 (twice), Mrs. Suou (twice), LittleDevilKitten, bittersweet dreams, VickyValross, inu adic, Kagomegirl, negai, alice22, Vaporwatergirl, anyjen, Rale, tenshi-gosuperu, TheJohhnyMcKilt Productions, dela1 for your reviews.  Thank you to those who put me on their favorite/alert list.  And thank you to all the rest 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