Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ But I Don't Like Boys? ❯ Stealthy ( Chapter 8 )

But I Don't Like Boys? By Shukumei

 

Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou and all its characters belong to Tomo Takabayashi. You know the drill.

 

Warnings/Spoilers: This does take place after the end of the anime series, but as of right now, there's not too much in the way of spoilers. This is a boy/boy love story, and therefore, two guys will be involved in a relationship together. If this isn't your cup of tea, I suggest you find another story... Also, rating may or may not go up in later chapters.

 

Author yapping: Okay, so here's a little bit of fun.

 

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Chapter 8: Stealthy

 

“Oof!” Yuri found himself on the floor as he was woken up from the hard fall. Some of the blanket was wrapped around him as he hung off the bed upside down. It took a moment for Yuri to gather his thoughts as they came to him in a flurry. What was he doing in his room? What had caused him to fall? Why did his ribs hurt? What had become of Wolfram and their… date? That's right! Yuri quickly rolled off the bed the rest of the way onto the floor and sat up. He had fallen asleep in Wolfram's lap…

 

He cautiously peeked over the edge of the bed and found that Wolfram, clad in his pink sleeping gown, had to decided to join him this night. Yuri sighed. Wolfram was sprawled out on the bed as he tended to do, one leg kicked out on Yuri's side of the bed. Yuri lifted his blue pajama shirt and rubbed his aching ribs. “God, Wolfram. You need to learn how to sleep more regally since you keep kicking me off the bed,” the black-haired king said, even though he knew Wolfram wasn't to be easily awakened.

 

The moon shone brightly through the window, and Yuri couldn't help but to step outside on his balcony to admire the night. The view wasn't any different than any other time he had come out here, but the cool night air felt good on his skin, and he enjoyed the quiet moment. Yuri watched a few of the armored guards in their nightly posts. He looked around at a trio conversing, two changing shifts, some standing rigid with their weapons, and others leaning against a wall or pillar. One guard, Dacacos, a bald and rather unattractive man, was walking just below Yuri's balcony.

 

“Hey, Dacacos,” Yuri called out to him. “What time is it?” Despite having been in Shin Makoku for nearly a year, Yuri had yet to fully understand their time system. The Sun and Moon seemed to set at different places than on Earth, and there were no clocks to keep the time.

 

Dacacos looked up at the moon, which hung low in the sky. “It's about four in the morning, Your Majesty.”

 

Yuri waved. “Thanks!” The bald guard waved back and continued on his way, back and forth under Yuri's bedroom.

 

So it was early morning. A thought suddenly occurred to him, and Yuri jumped onto the bed, causing the blonde currently sleeping to be jerked by the sudden movement. “Hey, Wolfram!” Yuri shook Wolfram's arm, bouncing on the bed in an effort to rouse him.

 

Wolfram moaned and complained for Yuri to stop. But Yuri continued his assault on his fiancé, poking at his ribs and face. Wolfram slowly sat up, turning to glare at Yuri, and then promptly shoved him off of the bed. “What?!” He shouted at the boy lying on the ground a second time that night.

 

Yuri rubbed his head and glowered at Wolfram. “That wasn't very nice!”

 

“Well, that wake-up wasn't very nice either.” Wolfram pulled the blanket back over him and laid back down, turning away from Yuri.

 

Yuri crawled onto the bed and looked down at the blonde for a moment. He put his hands on Wolfram's back and pushed him off the edge of the bed.

 

Wolfram fell to the floor with a thud. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” He stood up, fully awake and ready to pummel the black-haired boy.

 

“Now you know how it feels!” Yuri rubbed his ribs. “You knocked me out of bed twice tonight. I think it's fair that I returned the favor.”

 

Wolfram crossed his arms over his chest. “You woke me up to push me off the bed?”

 

Yuri threw his arms up defensively. “No, I just wanted to apologize.”

 

“For pushing me off the bed?”

 

“No, no. For falling asleep during our… date.” Yuri moved so he was sitting at the edge of the bed. “I want to make it up to you, so go change.”

 

Wolfram hesitated a moment, but left the room when Yuri gave him a `go, go' motion with his hands and eyes.

 

-o-o-

 

Yuri found himself having to sneak to Wolfram's room after he himself had changed. Guards kept stopping him to ask what he was doing up so early and where he was going. It was easiest to stick to the shadows and duck around corners when someone walked by; therefore, it took him a little longer to reach Wolfram's room than anticipated.

 

Yuri didn't want to draw attention to himself by standing outside of Wolfram's room, so he eased the door open and slipped inside. Wolfram was sitting on his bed, fully dressed, and seemingly waiting for Yuri.

 

“What took you so long?” Wolfram stood up and walked towards Yuri.

 

“Shh,” Yuri put a finger to his mouth. “We're going to have to sneak out of here just like I had to sneak over here.”

 

“Sneak? Why? Are we leaving the castle?” Wolfram asked.

 

“Yes.” Yuri peeked out of the door. “What's the best way out of here?”

 

Wolfram walked to the other side of the room and opened his window. “My room is close to the front gate. We can get out this way without having to go through too many of the hallways.”

 

Yuri looked out the window at the ground. “Do you have a way for us to get down?”

 

Wolfram pointed to the side wall next to the window. “Some moron decided to set up a lattice with vines here. I've used it a lot to sneak out, so I know it'll support our weight.”

 

Yuri looked out at the lattice work and made a worried face. “No one's tried to climb up this and sneak into the castle?”

 

“It's happened quite a bit, actually. Luckily though, I didn't always have this room.” Wolfram climbed over the window sill that came up just above his waist. He grabbed a hold of the vines and lattice fencing to his right, smiling at Yuri in reassurance. Wolfram had climbed down in no time at all, making it seem overly easy. Yuri was about to find out it was the exact opposite.

 

Before Yuri could correctly grasp onto the make-shift ladder, he was already falling. Wolfram gasped and called out his name, running to catch his fiancé. To Wolfram's relief (and slightly to his disappointment he found), Yuri had quickly taken to his Maou form with long hair and hard eyes. Yuri floated down to Wolfram in a sort of bubble and held out his arms to the blonde. Wolfram raised his arms in return and found himself guiding Yuri slowly to the ground with his hands under the Maou's elbows. The black-haired king put his hands on Wolfram's shoulders until his feet touched the ground in a very graceful motion.

 

As soon as his weight was on the ground, Yuri changed back to normal, slumping onto Wolfram for support. “Oops,” he said, his cheeks with a hint of pink.

 

“You wimp.” Wolfram held Yuri up, wrapping an arm around Yuri's back. The two heard running feet coming their way. “Guards. They must have heard me call out your name. Quick, let's get you around the corner.”

 

Yuri put some of his weight on Wolfram's shoulder as they hurried around the building and found a storage closest to hide in. “Wolfram, I-" He stopped when Wolfram put his hand over his mouth. It wasn't too dark in the closet for Yuri to see Wolfram place a finger to his own lips, telling Yuri to keep quiet.

 

Wolfram shifted his hands so that they were resting on Yuri's hips. Yuri dared not move for the closet was full of cleaning supplies that he could run into and cause a racket. He swallowed hard, nervous that he found himself alone with his fiancé, unsure of what Wolfram's intentions might be in this little space. Then again, he was the one that had gotten them in this situation. Was sneaking around really all that necessary?

 

He heard the guards outside, asking each other what they thought had happened, pointing out that Wolfram's room was just above them. Their footsteps became louder. “There's a closet here,” one said. “Perhaps the one that made the noise is hiding in there.”

 

Yuri and Wolfram tensed, their hands tightening around whatever they were holding onto (Wolfram's on Yuri's hips and Yuri's on Wolfram's upper arms). How were they supposed to explain this?! Yuri's breath hitched in his throat as he felt Wolfram's palm gliding up his chest and his fingers gently brushed his lower jaw. What was Wolfram doing? The guards were about to come in. “Wolfram…” Yuri said quietly, almost sounding like a plea.

 

“There is someone in the closest!” A guard said outside. “On the count of three, we'll open the door.” His voice became louder. “You hear that? We're opening the door. You have `till the count of three to come out!”

 

Wolfram's other hand was running up his chest.

 

“One.”

 

Both of his hands were moving to the back of his neck, tangling in his black hair.

 

“Two.”

 

Wolfram was leaning forward, closing the space between them.

 

“Three!”

 

Yuri squeezed his eyes shut.

 

-o-o-

 

End Chapter 8

 

/maniacal laughter/ I totally didn't have the storage closet planned, but you know what, I thought the fangirls would like it (I know I would). XD! I just kept going and it got to be a little longer than I originally anticipated.
The chapter gets into a semi-second date where they get to talk a little more, you know, reveal some feelings and stuff like that. And no Greta to interrupt this time! :)

 

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