Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten ❯ closet (out of) ( Chapter 7 )

Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou does not belong to me and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at all.

Pairings: Wolfram and Yuuri, others mentioned

A/N: This story really isn’t a metaphor for anything. If you find a metaphor that, it’s all in your head. Thank you for the feedback. I’m debating on who will be uke and seme, at least at first. Part of me wants to turn this into an mpreg. I’m just trying to figure out how that would work in my twisted little head. I’m fairly sure I’m going to go for a very… dramatic turn sometime. I’ve seen up through episode 60 now, and my Japanese is okay enough that I can watch the raws and still know a bit of what is going on. So, I’ll try to give this thing some plot!

Conrad chuckled a little at something his mother had said, waiting for his little brother to make his appearance. He sighed a bit- Yuuri had taken Wolfram out to play baseball again. It left a strange taste in his mouth. The soldier was pleased that Yuuri had taken the initiative to try and get to know his little brother…

It also brought home the reality that Julia had moved on.

Bits and pieces of Julia’s personality would filter through, yet she had grown and changed so far beyond her old life that at times he wondered if he was right to think of Yuuri and Julia so closely. At time he could not help it- their beliefs on Mazoku and humans were identical. So was their kindness to everyone…

He genuinely adored Yuuri… He had thought Yuuri returned his affections, confused as they were.

Julia’s motivations for returning as a boy were more than a bit confusing to him at times. Perhaps it was so she would not attract the attentions of the two men who had loved her so.

There were still times when Conrad’s mind drifted to what might have been… His attention was pulled back to the present when his little brother entered the room. He felt a smile crease his face. Despite his ambiguity over Wolfram’s relationship with Yuuri, he still loved his spoiled, bratty little brother.

He had matured in the past year, and now after paying Shinou’s price, he had calmed. The fire element hadn’t been the source of his passionate, hot temperament but it had enhanced it.

Conrad’s smile was bittersweet.

He could remember their fruitless journey to find the Mirror at the Bottom of the Sea- the last remaining box. They returned home in frustration, only to find the castle in flames.

They had all felt pure, unadulterated terror. The guard was mostly alive- apparently the Maou had shown himself and saved everyone, yet the last time anyone had seen Yuuri, he was bleeding heavily and Wolfram was carrying away with Greta in tow.

When the saw the direction he was headed in, there was only one place it could be- the Palace of the Original King.

Conrad had no idea what Wolfram would try to accomplish. They had hurried there, dragging Gisela with them…

Only to find both boys stretched out before the altar. Yuuri’s clothes were soaked with blood and ragged, but the skin underneath was whole and his breathing easy. They had surrounded the king, Gisela pronouncing him healthy. Then they saw Greta.

She was sitting across from Wolfram, face wet with tears.

Then they really saw Wolfram.

Conrad shuddered briefly, before pulling himself out of his reverie. Wolfram was taking a seat at the table, looking stunning as usual in his bright blue uniform.

Though his eyes were dazed, he noticed. “Are you feeling all right, Wolfram?”

The memory of his little brother waking up, and not knowing anything of what had happened, not even recognizing Yuuri… It had been a shock. Not to mention the change in his appearance.

Then the story of the bargain Wolfram had struck was related by Ulrike… and even Murata was shocked.

Conrad felt like he had swallowed broken glass every time he saw Wolfram now. He had been willing to throw away everything to create the world that Yuuri and Julia had dreamed of… Yet he had hope of returning, the memory of his sacrifice to give him strength. His baby brother had given even that up to save a person who really didn’t even like him much.

Wolfram shook his head, and ran his fingers through his hair. “I’m all right… I stopped in front of the portrait of Shinou and must have started daydreaming, because I had thought I was talking to someone but there was no one there.” He looked around, worrying his bottom lip. “Where’s Yuuri?”

Conrad winced. He had just gotten word that the King had returned to his own world. He really didn’t know how to break it to his brother.

“He’s gone back home,” the soldier replied, and Wolfram stiffened, face going pale in distress.

“He’s gone home? This is his home!”

Gwendal sighed. “It is the will of the Original King. He was born in another world, remember? It seems like he has to go back ever so often.” Conrad noted that his older brother seemed to get even more wrinkles when he said this. Well, he was the first to admit that while life went on without Yuuri there, it certainly lacked. Not just in that their leader-slash-mascot was gone, but the warmth he brought was also missing. That was changing slowly, but still…

Wolfram was devastated, and then he swayed in his chair before catching himself on the table.

“He’d asked me to play for him,” Conrad heard Wolfram croak, before sniffling. Conrad blinked.

“It’s not his choice, you know. He has no control at all of when and where he comes from.”

Wolfram’s hands clenched, before they just as quickly relaxed, and he looked up. “It is the Original King’s will, isn’t it?” he asked voice dull. Wordlessly he stood and went to the piano, carefully lifting the cover and starting to play. It was a sad, listless feeling tune this time, and Conrad winced.

“It is. You know it can’t be helped.”

Wolfram sighed. The silence stretched out again, before Greta took matters into her own hands.

“Wolfram, could you continue my lessons?” she asked, walking over to him.

“On the piano?”

“No… I want you to teach me how to use a sword!” she chirped, making everyone in the room nearly fall over.

Gwendal, in particular, did not look happy.

“You really don’t need to,” Wolfram said, hesitantly. “All of us here would protect you.”

Greta straightened her spine. “I want to protect the people I care about!” She glommed Wolfram’s arm. “And that includes you and Yuuri! I want you to grow up and be a good princess like Yuuri and save everyone!”

Conrad had to admit it was an admirable idea… However her phrasing was painful.

“But I don’t think I’d make a very good teacher,” Wolfram said, uncertainly. It seemed he’d learned at least a crumb of humility lately.

“You are! I know you are,” Greta said, nodding her head emphatically. She knew they both needed something to keep their attention diverted while Yuuri was away. Conrad knew the two had a close relationship… And anything to mend the breaks would be helpful.

Wolfram nodded, a bit uneasy with the situation.

Conrad chuckled. It looked like this little family was starting to mend itself nicely… and he nearly missed what Greta whispered into Wolfram’s ear.

“I want to protect someone like you protect Yuuri!” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~  

“Have you ever given the Original King that stern talking to you promised?” Yuuri asked, glaring at his friend from his side of the half full ditch. He had been getting ready for dinner, and was more than happy about it. Then all of a sudden Murata had shown up and the next thing he was being shoved into a basin and here he was… Soaked and muddy and back on earth.

“Nope! I never got around to it. He’s being a pain in the ass today, isn’t he?” Murata said, all together too cheerful.

“Wolfram was going to play for me!” Yuuri stood up and waved his arms. Murata grinned.

“So you finally asked him out on a date?”

“Uh… well… uh…”

“Ah, I guess not. Oh well. It might take a while for you two to figure out who’s on top anyways.”

“Say what?” Yuuri screeched. Murata stuck his finger in his ear.

“I said, you two probably haven’t figured out who would be on top-“

“I heard what you said! What did you mean?”

Murata started laughing. “I know you’re focused on baseball, but I would have thought someone would have tried teaching the birds and the bees… and that sometimes, the birds like the birds and the bees like the bees…”

Yuuri’s eyes bugged out. “But we’ve not even kissed…”

“Well, kissing does lead to other things, you know.”

“No I don’t know!” Yuuri went into another round of the buggy dance.

“You mean you’ve never thought about it?” Yuuri could tell that this conversation was going to be another of Murata’s “Let’s set Yuuri on the path of gay love” talks.

“You- why do you always have to bring this stuff up?” Yuuri wailed.

Murata chuckled, and tilted his head to the side. “Because no one else will?” He shrugged. “You’re a teenage male. Someone has to give you the talk…”

Yuuri fumed.

“I know you’ve thought about it.” Murata leaned in grinning evilly. “It must have been awful, sharing a bed with him in that cute pink nightgown…”

Yuuri groaned despite himself. “You’re a jerk, Murata.”

Murata snickered. “Come on! I don’t think he’s ever done anything beyond a kiss-“

“You think he’s kissed someone?” Yuuri grabbed Murata’s shoulders to shake him. “But that’s not fair!”

“How would I know, Shibuya?” Murata’s voice shook from the shaking and his face was nearly green. “But he’s so cute-“

“But I wanted his first kiss! I haven’t kissed anyone!”

Murata started to laugh. “Well, then I suggest next time we go to Shin Makoku you kiss him! Otherwise someone else might get it!”

Yuuri blinked and scratched his head. “You’re making fun of me.”

Murata smiled. “Only a little. But really… Do you know anything about..?”

Yuuri flushed and shifted his weight from foot to foot. “No?”

Murata sighed. “I expected that. Come on, let’s go get you educated.”

Yuuri’s eyes went huge. “Just what are you going to do to me? What is it with the men of Shin Makoku? Are we all gay?”

The former great sage snickered, and shook his head. “I believe I read that one in ten is the usual statistic. However, when you have a species as long lived as the Mazoku, people get the urge to… experiment. Don’t worry, Shibuya.” His smile was genuinely kind this time. “It’s incredibly easy for people to fall in love with you.” His smile was lopsided now. “However… I’m not.”

Yuuri blinked.

Murata laughed softly, and patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s go get some books so if you decide to ravish Wolfram you won’t embarrass yourself.”

Yuuri felt his face flame. “Why do I have to-“

“Ah, you want to be on the bottom? I thought you would like to be on top…”

“Murata!” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~  

Wolfram watched Yuuri’s daughter precariously hold her practice sword.

“I’m going to teach you as best I can,” Wolfram said, earnestly, and knelt before the little girl. Somehow she felt immensely important to him. Though Yuuri had told him they had been close, and she knew about the piano…

“However, I won’t be easy on you. We’re going to start with some conditioning…” He could almost feel his brother grinning at him from behind. He knew he had let his own conditioning slide before… Well, it was time to fix that.

“Let’s go!” He called, and took off in a run. Greta grinned, and followed.

He couldn’t help but wish that Yuuri was back with him. His hoped his flushed cheeks could be put off as exertion.

The rest of the day went about dull routine without the Demon King to make life interesting with his antics. Wolfram was happy that Greta was with him. She was adorable, and someone who understood how he felt without their king there. The young girl was also an eager student.

Wolfram tried to be gentle. He was not an experienced teacher, but he did drill his own troops.

And he wanted to make sure, if this child ever needed to fight, she would be able to win. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~  

Yuuri’s jaw dropped as he saw his mother snapping pictures of Murata… who was wearing the frilly apron she had bought for him.

I never had a chance of being straight, did I? He thought, eyebrow twitching. Between his mother and Murata, and the gay love movement that was Shin Makoku, it was hopeless. His ears turned red as he remembered the books that Murata had thrust into his face. Not to mention the yaoi doujinshi and manga that Murata had somehow put in his room.

Though he had to admit that it was easy to imagine Wolfram-

“Argh!” he yelled, swatting his head. Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts! Wolfram in a sailor uniform is bad- wait, I like that one- no! Bad thoughts!

“Ah, Yuu-chan!” His mother was ecstatic. “You didn’t tell me one of your friends was coming over!”

Yuuri stared at the form of Murata in a pink, frilly apron. His mind flashed to Wolfram in a pink frilly nightgown. He also remembered the silly things his mother would dress him in as a child…

No chance at all.

“Mother, I’m going to take a bath before supper.”

His mother was going on about cooking, and it made him feel rather unnerved how she could chatter like that and have such an effect on his mind later… His mother was truly scary…

Settling down, he started washing, and his mind drifted back to Shin Makoku. The Original King had yet to call him back… For whatever reason he had returned this time… And he was starting to get very annoyed.

The water was perfect, hot as he liked, and it relaxed him even as he blew bubbles in annoyance.

“Hey Shibuya! Your Momma says to hurry up!” Murata popped into the bath room. “It’s nearly time to eat!”

Yuuri glanced up at him. “How can you get along so well with her?” he shuddered. Murata seemed to enjoy being around his mother entirely too much.

Murata’s glasses flashed… and Yuuri was starting to get the idea that this was not a good thing.

“How cute, Shibuya! Don’t worry; I won’t take your Mommy from you!”

Yuuri pouted. “As if! What are you talking about?”

Murata cackled. “I see- you’re still bothered about the research I had you do!”

Yuuri’s eyes went huge. “It has nothing to do with that!” he shouted, blushing.

“You shouldn’t think about that kind of thing when you’re naked, Shibuya…”

“Shut up, Murata!” Yuuri wailed, trying to lurch up from his seat in the water up to give Murata the worst mouth stretching of his life when the water in the tub started to swirl.

“Is this what it looks like?” he yelled, flailing as the whirlpool started sucking him down. “I’m being called back!”

“Ah! Wait, I’m going too!” Murata yelled and jumped into the water fully clothed. Both boys shrieked as they were suctioned into another world. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~  

Wolfram had been showing Greta basic footwork and stances with her small wooden sword when the word came back that the king had returned.

Both dropped out of their positions.

“Yuuri’s back!” Greta cheered, clapping her hands together and dropping her sword. Wolfram winced, but he had no time to pick it up as she grabbed his hand to drag him off to the palace.

Everything was in an uproar as soldiers straightened to perfect parade attention, maids scrambled to make last minute clean ups, and he could smell the cooks pushing the kitchens into full swing. The air of celebration was obvious.

But he shouldn’t leave us like that, Wolfram thought, his heart hitting his stomach. I know he’s from another world, but it’s just… not fair. When he’s gone we’re so lost.

Wolfram’s stomach fluttered when he and Greta burst in on the arrival of the Maou, who was now shrugging into his coat while shrugging off Gunter.

“Yuuri!” He was abandoned by the little girl who ran to her father, who opened his arms to scoop her up. Even though the child was not related, technically, Wolfram noted that they were both so adorable it should be illegal. Especially together… His mind ducked out, presenting an image of Yuuri surrounded by babies and big sister Greta helping look after them…

He pulled back into reality when he realized that Yuuri was looking his way. To Wolfram’s surprise the King’s eyes were very wide and the tops of his ears were pink. Wolfram then remembered that he was disheveled from practicing with Conrad and Greta, his half open shirt soaked in sweat.

Yuuri’s blush was working its way down his cheeks.

Of course, considering that the king was not completely dressed had Wolfram’s mind flailing.

“Oh, Heika! We’re so happy to have you back! There are so many forms that have piled up and require your signature!” Gunter replied, half hysterical with joy. Yuuri groaned.

“Ah, okay…”

Wolfram felt like his legs were rooted to the floor, because part of him wished he could be that joyfully insane on Yuuri’s return, the other half was embarrassed that he had allowed himself to be in the King’s presence without even a bath.

However, Yuuri was still looking at him, and he could not think of a graceful way to exit without making his embarrassment obvious. That was just fine with the other part that wanted to bask in his warmth.

Yuuri smiled at him, and Wolfram’s stomach did a sideways twist as he smiled back. Part of him noted that Yuuri had most definitely not smiled like this at anyone else…

To be continued:

A/N: I could have added more, but I’m going to start moving into plot. They get one kiss later before I make life hell for them. It will be pure speculation as well. I hope you all enjoy. Thank you all for the condolences over my niece. My sister had hoped she would live, though it was likely she would die. She had a diaphragmic hernia, which meant there was a hole in her diaphragm, and her organs were all pushed upwards. Her lungs were squashed and just could not develop.