Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ lying from you ❯ Part I ( Chapter 1 )

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Nonsensual Dialogue (Has no part or significance to the story. If you want to, by all means scroll down! I can't help myself, I just like to work the audience! Tommy: *pops his head in* You mean you just like to talk.)

 

Me: Hullo! Allow me to welcome myself to the Kyo kara Maoh! subdivision of the anime section here at mm.org!

Tommy: *Whispers* Can you do that?

Me: *Whispers back* I just did. *Grins at her audience* Anyways, this is my first Short for Kyo kara Maoh!. I just read the July 2005 Newtype magazine and they had an article discussing the new episodes. I realized they must be episodes not yet in America because I haven't seen them.

Tommy: Don't worry, she's just an idiot, at the top of the page it says “Japan Now.”

Me: *Glares before looking back at readers* Anyways, one of the pictures has a caption of “Wolfram wonders whether the man standing before him is his real fiancé.” And the idea for this Short came to mind. Of course, seeing as I've never seen the episodes after ten, I'm assuming three things: 1) that this shit between Yuri and Wolfram would even happen (Everyone cross your fingers!), 2) that the imposter looks and sounds exactly like Yuri, and 3) that what (presumably) happens in the episode never happens. So, if you've seen the episodes please bear with me.

Tommy: Yeah, so if you're really pissed at this whole Short, go ahead and tell us, but don't write to us bitchin' about the above mentioned problems, okay? Spare us.

Me: ^.^;; Um… Anyways, er…what he means is…ah, I hope everyone who reads this finds it enjoyable and if you do (or even if you don't, but especially if you did) please leave me a review or drop me a line at hakuhaku23@yahoo.com. I look forward to hearing from you all, and I know my muse does, too!

Tommy: Hn…

 

9. July. 2005

 

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Disclaimer: My *kingdom* to own the brilliant piece of work, Kyo kara Maoh! My very kingdom!

Tommy: You don't own a kingdom.

Me: Then I guess I don't own Kyo kara Maoh either. Damn.

 

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lying from you

Part I

 

“`cause I

can say the very worst part of you

is me…”

--Bennington/Bourdon/Delson/Hahn/Shinoda/Phoenix

 

Yuri sat in the darkness of the elaborately carved large wardrobe. Bound and gagged as he was, he was unable to move almost at all though he tried with all his strength. What he was able to have, however, was a superb view of Wolfram as he sat tensely upon their bed through the small window panes set in the doors. So preoccupied with his thoughts, Wolfram seemed to miss all of the muffled sounds Yuri made and never once looked towards the wardrobe.

 

Wolfram fiddled with the corner of his silk nightshirt as he sat, waiting, hoping, for Yuri's return. He knew that Yuri didn't appreciate his sleeping in the same bed as him, but they were engaged after all, weren't they? It was Wolfram's duty as the Demon King's fiancé to provide anything and everything for the King that he may (or may not) ask for. Yuri didn't understand this, but Wolfram did and had been keenly aware of it since the night they had become betrothed. It wasn't as if he had a choice. It had been decided before his shock and anger could wear off long enough for him to contest it. There was nothing left for him but to bear with it. He would do his best and bring absolutely no shame to either the Demon King, nor himself. He only hoped Yuri would do the same.

 

Wolfram never imagined, not in his wildest dreams, that he'd one day become engaged to the Demon King. (Hell, he never thought he'd be engaged to another man period, but so much for that.) Such a thing was ridiculous. And that was how Wolfram preferred it. Adultery was no stranger to the Royal Household, and one of Wolfram's greatest desires was to never become another sad lover to her treacherous ways. Now, however, things were vastly different. He was engaged to the Devil himself: a king, who were known as the most widespread and shameless adulterers. Would Yuri follow the same path? Would he simply call off the engagement and choose a female bride, seeing as he seemed to prefer them? Or would his sense of duty cause him to carry through with the marriage, only to seek out his preferred ladies anyways? No matter which road Yuri chose, both spelled dishonor for Wolfram.

 

Wolfram's only hope was for Yuri to fall in love with him. But…how in the hell did one go about making another fall in love with them? For all of Wolfram's extensive training, real life love tactics had not been taught.

 

He fumbled some more at his shirt, looking over his night clothes. Since Yuri could do absolutely nothing about their sharing the same bed, he insisted, absolutely, that Wolfram wear bedclothes. So, he did. But then Yuri had the nerve to demand that he trade his sexy little pink number for something more…sensible. Gunter himself fashioned the button-up shirt and pants for him. They looked exactly like Yuri's but for the color. Why Gunter had chosen red was beyond both Yuri and Wolfram, but Wolfram soon came to like the color, even going so far as to start incorporating it into his daily wardrobe.

 

Even Yuri had said the color suited him… Where was Yuri?

 

As if in answer, the door to their bedroom clicked open and he watched as Yuri came sliding in. His face looked weary but his same good-natured grin was plastered on it.

 

“Yuri! Where have you been?” Wolfram asked, unable to keep all of the worry from his voice.

 

Yuri heard it and his grin widened. “Gunter,” he said by way of explanation. “Need I say more?”

 

Wolfram made an aggrieved face and shook his head. He opened his mouth to ask another question, however he said nothing as all of his questions quite flew from his mind due to Yuri's next actions. Yuri had walked towards Wolfram, sliding his hands over the tops of his thighs while moving in between his knees. His hands sent shivers throughout Wolfram's entire body as his hands slid like a fluid over the silk.

 

“Yuri?” Wolfram said nervously. “Wha-what are you doing?”

 

Yuri shrugged lightly. His hands rested at the junction of Wolfram's thighs and torso, his thumbs tantalizingly close… “I've been thinking lately, Wolf, that's all. About our engagement…about you…”

 

Belatedly, Wolfram pushed Yuri away from him. “You're not Yuri, are you?”

 

Yuri paused and looked up at his face. “What?”

 

“You're not Yuri! You're that imposter from the nation of Svelera!”

 

“You know, a lot of people have told me that today,” Yuri said, a strange quiet to his voice. “C'mon, Wolfram, don't play games. This isn't about that, is it? It's just that you don't really love me.”

 

“Huh?

 

Yuri closed the gap between them again. He stared hard into Wolfram's eyes, practically pressed flush against him. Wolfram found that he could hardly breathe.

 

“Do you love me?” Yuri continued as if Wolfram had never even uttered a sound. “Really? I know what you've been thinking. What you've been trying to do. You've been trying so hard to make me love you only to save your honor, but do *you* love *me*?”

 

Wolfram felt his whole face flush hot as he heard his innermost plans laid before him. They had seemed dubious at best in his own mind, but spoken aloud they seemed positively shameful. He felt his eyes fill with tears and he looked away.

 

“It doesn't matter,” he said in a low voice.

 

“It does to me!” Yuri said, reaching out to draw Wolfram's eyes level with his again. Leaning down, slowly, deliberately, he placed a soft kiss to Wolfram's lips. Wolfram's eyes widened, the tears in them spilling over his round cheeks. “Don't do this because it's your duty,” Yuri whispered, his breath brushing against Wolfram's parted lips, “do it because you want to.”

 

Yuri stuck out his tongue to press lightly against Wolfram's bottom lip before drawing it into his mouth. Wolfram closed his eyes and a small moan escaped him.

 

//Hey, hey, HEY!\\ Yuri thought as he watched from inside the wardrobe. //That's MY fiance you're kissing, asshole!\\ He paused. //Did I just think that?\\ His strength renewed, though by anger or surprise he wasn't sure, he resumed his struggle to get free. He paused again however, when another moan caught his ear.

 

Wolfram lay back against the thick blankets of their bed. With Yuri above him sucking at the tender skin of his neck while his hand adroitly worked the buttons of his shirt, he felt, indeed, that his mind had awaken to intense rapture. His moans grew suddenly in volume as Yuri had made his way towards and then attached himself to one of Wolfram's nipples.

 

Yuri watched in horror. Didn't Wolfram realize that wasn't him? Of all people! Wolfram! He continued to struggle in vain against his bonds. //--rrgh! WOLFRAM!\\

 

Wolfram opened his eyes. Something tugged at the back of his mind. He felt Yuri settle his weight between his thighs and rock against him. Yuri's hard erection rubbed through their clothing barriers against his own. In the wave of pleasure that followed, he wrote the feeling off as last-minute nerves.

 

Yuri pulled at his ties. He had never before felt so angry, so desperate, and all because of something that he didn't altogether understand. Suddenly the matter extended far past the fact that it was immoral to allow Wolfram to be violated by this imposter. His mind raced. By the imposter? Did that mean he'd be okay with it if it wasn't an imposter, but actually him? Did he want to?

 

He thought back then, to the first time he had laid eyes upon Wolfram. Bishounen, was all that he could think. He remembered, with fondness now, he'd admit, the innumerable times Wolfram had called him “wimp;” the way Wolfram had blushed when he told him to strip for their sumo wrestling duel; how Wolfram always stood by his side; the small frown he wore when he thought Yuri was flirting with someone else. They way he draped himself across their bed and Yuri with abandon…okay, maybe not that. The way his body moved, sensually smooth, in perfect motion. How mysteriously mischievous his eyes glinted every time he graced Yuri with those small smiles of his that sent every nerve of Yuri's on fire, tingling his whole body. Those smiles that sent Yuri off thinking, “I can't believe he looked at me.” Usually followed by, “What the hell are you thinking?!?!”

 

As much as he tried to convince himself otherwise, he found that he would not allow Wolfram to be desecrated by anyone other than…himself. Not anyone, and especially not some treacherous villain. How dare that man put his hands onto Wolfram? How dare that bastard befoul his beautiful fiancé? His muscles began to tremble with an unseen force, and he found the edges of his sight blurring, the image of Wolfram's lovely face the last thing he could see.

 

Wolfram slid his arms from his nightshirt when Yuri lifted him slightly. He slung them around Yuri's neck as Yuri came back to reclaim his lips. His eyes slid closed when he felt Yuri's tongue reach out and stroke his. His body seemed to burst into flame as Yuri slid his hands over his bare skin and down over his slender hips. His hand brushed over the hip and down his taut belly, sliding closer and closer…

 

Wolfram moaned and leaned his head back over the covers. As he did, he opened his eyes, and caught sight of…

 

Yuri! And not only Yuri, but Yuri Demon King style. With a startled gasp, Wolfram simultaneously jerked away from and bucked up against the Yuri on top of him. “Y-YURI?!?!” he suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” He turned to look at the Yuri on top of him. “YOU *ARE* THE IMPOSTER FROM SVELERA AFTER ALL!”

 

The fake looked down at Wolfram and grinned. Quickly, he leaned down and stole another kiss. Wolfram struggled desperately against him, at once revolted and terrified at what he had done. Nearly done.

 

Full Demon King Yuri reached out and grabbed his imposter by the top of his head. With seemingly no effort at all, he lifted him off of the shocked Wolfram and tossed him down onto the floor. The charlatan slid hard across the floor until he hit the opposite wall.

 

Wolfram quickly sat up and scrambled across the bed, away from both the imposter and the real Yuri. He watched as the imposter hauled himself up off the floor to face off with Yuri, who looked ready to deal some hardcore punishment.

 

“So, you escaped, huh?” the fake told the real Yuri. “How interesting. I didn't expect you to be able to do that. Course, I didn't expect you to be able to transform into the Demon King, either. It's just a shame that you did it so quickly.” He paused and looked over at Wolfram who watched in silence. “Guess we'll have to finish some other time, hey, gorgeous? I must be one of the few lucky ones you'll shake it for, eh?”

 

Wolfram's eyes widened and his face flushed hot.

 

“I'll kill you,” Yuri said in a deadly low voice. He began to walk towards the fake Yuri, whose smile never left.

 

“Catch me first,” the fake taunted, and with that, he flung the window behind him open and leapt out.

 

Yuri ran towards the window and leaned out to look. Whoever the imposter was, he had disappeared into the night. Behind them, the doors to their bedroom flew open. The two of them turned to see Conrad, Gwendal and Gunter rush into the room, followed by a few of the castle guards.

 

“Your majesty!” Gunter said in a beyond concerned voice. “What's happened? Why was Wolfram yelling?”

 

“The imposter was here,” Yuri said. “Not only is he tainting my reputation, but now he has greatly offended both Wolfram and I directly. Search for him, and when you find him take him into our custody and notify me at once. Is this understood?”

 

“Yes, your majesty,” they said, and Gwendal and the guards took off at once. Gunter and Conrad lingered for a moment and watched as Yuri suddenly became faint. He fell to his knees but for once did not completely pass out, though his appearance returned to normal.

 

“Your majesty!” Gunter cried as he ran forward.

 

“Yuri!” Conrad called, and he, too, rushed towards his vulnerable young sovereign.

 

Yuri's head was pounding, and he couldn't seem to get his vision back into order. He felt Gunter's hands on his shoulders but pushed him away as his swimming eyesight locked onto Wolfram's golden silhouette. He forced his dead-weight limbs to move towards it.

 

Wolfram watched as Yuri fell, but could not bring himself to move towards him or speak at all, his concern for his betrothed piled underneath his acute fear of his situation. He continued to watch in something akin to horror as a dazed Yuri made his way over to him.

 

“Are you alright?” Yuri asked then, reaching out a hand to grab at the figure.

 

Wolfram gave a light gasp as Yuri's hand closed over his arm.

 

It was at this point that both Gunter and Conrad took notice of Wolfram sitting upon the bed.

 

“Wolfram?” Conrad began. “Did the imposter do something to you? Are you hurt?”

 

“What happened to your shirt?” Gunter asked suddenly.

 

To Wolfram's unconditional horror, he felt his cheeks flame. He was more upset now than when he had first found out that it was Yuri who was to be their new Demon King, even more so than when Yuri had proposed to him. He was certain he had reached an all-time new level. Furthermore, he felt Yuri's hand on his arm tense.

 

“Conrad,” Yuri said then, “I don't think the fake will be found tonight, and even if he is, I don't want anyone to disturb either Wolfram or I until tomorrow morning. Tell the others, too. Now leave us alone.”

 

Wolfram's breath caught in his lungs.

 

“But, your majesty!” Gunter said. “If Wolfram is hurt or--”

 

“I said leave us,” Yuri said, his voice harsher than he meant it to be. He immediately forced himself to calm down when he felt Wolfram flinch beneath his hand.

 

Gunter looked as if he were about to speak again, but Conrad laid a hand on his arm and the two of them left the room. For a few moments, it was silent in the bedroom of the monarch. Wolfram gently slid his arm from Yuri's hand. Locating his forgotten nightshirt, he slid it on and began trying to button his shirt up with trembling hands.

 

“Wolfram?” Yuri began and Wolfram's hand slipped on the button. “Wolfram, are you okay?”

 

Wolfram's breathing quickened as he firmly avoided Yuri's eyes. Surely Yuri must be angry? Where had he come from? How much had he seen? How much had he heard?

 

“I'm sorry I wasn't able to get to you sooner,” Yuri said then. “I was tied up in the wardrobe. Over there.”

 

He indicated the wardrobe on the other side of the room. In direct view of the bed. Sound carried well in their spacious rooms. Oh gods… Wolfram focused in on the button to his shirt, his breath becoming even faster until he felt that he would certainly die if he sat there any longer.

 

He didn't want to die tonight.

 

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Tommy: To be continued…

Me: You bet your ass!

 

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