Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ The Bedding of Wolfram ❯ Conrad’s Gift ( Chapter 6 )

Kyou kara Maou : The Bedding of Wolfram

 

Summary: It takes a tragedy to crystallize Yuuri's feelings for Wolfram, but it may be too little too late. Can his family and Yuuri save a broken Wolfram?

 

Disclaimer: standard - Kyou kara Maou is not mine.

 

Warnings: not a very cheerful story, of course. Rated M for explicit gore and sexual details, but the aim is not particularly pornographic, just mature. I don't think there are any spoilers. Details that seem like spoilers are probably ones I made up.

 

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Update: just cleaning up.

 

Chapter 6 : Conrad's Gift

 

“NO!” Yuuri screamed, with every fiber of his being, swirling in the watery passage between worlds. “This is… UNJUST!” He began to glow. “YOU SHINOU dally with the lives of your faithful servants, treating those who serve you as toys and PLAYTHINGS! THIS IS UNJUST! I WILL SHOW YOU JUSTICE!”

 

Electric blue snaking dragons of water erupted from the Maou, pushing him back toward Shin Makoku.

 

“YOU WILL NOT DEFY ME!” a voice reverberated all around him. Echoes of cackling heebie-jeebie sounds burst around him like Dolby surround-sound on a really bad acid trip. Snakes of roiling black and red smoke attacked the Maou's water dragons. The balance dragged towards Earth. Slipped back toward Shin Makoku. Back towards Earth. “IMPASSE! YOU WILL OBEY OR YOU WILL DROWNNNNNN!”

 

“You would not DARE to drown me, or your plans would be delayed another EPOCH! Set this Maou and his deserving servants FREE!”

 

The heebie-jeebies in the surround sound turned to callous mocking children's laughter. The balance of battling dragons slipped, inch by cruel inch, toward Earth.

 

“GIVE IN, CHILD MAOU, YOUR DROWNING IS UPON YOU!!!”

 

And in a sudden SPLASH!, Yuuri found himself battling for air in the bathroom at home, Murata gasping at his side. Yuuri sobbed once and lay his head on his arms on the side of the bathtub, panting.

 

“Blech. Rough ride, eh, Shibuya?”

 

“I need to go back. I need to go back to Shin Makoku right now, Murata! How can I do it?”

 

“Well, we can go back in a few hours,” Murata said, casually grabbing a towel. “I just had to come back for the season finale of Kool Koala Mai-luu. You watch that anime, don't you?”

 

“You… you - you dragged me from Shin Makoku for an ANIME?!? Without even asking if I wanted to come?”

 

“Ah, uh,” Murata smiled feebly, “well, I've been planning this a long time. Rodriguez-san is in town, he's coming to watch it with us…”

 

“When will I get back to Shin Makoku - when their time?”

 

“Ah, I dunno, Shibuya, couple days maybe if we stay for your Mom's curry… Hey, what's the big deal? We leave them for a week here, a month there, all the time. It's just a couple days… and Shinou doesn't think you need to be there…”

 

“Shinou be damned, Murata! I've got to get back there TODAY!” Yuuri thought feverishly. “Set it up. Now. Set up the return trip!”

 

“But… I've gotta call Rodriguez-san. He rented a cell phone this time at Narita airport. Oh, man, he'll be so disappointed…” Murata rummaged in his pack for his cell.

 

“I'll take that. You set up, NOW!” said Yuuri. He wrapped a towel around himself and stepped out into the hall. Good, his mother wasn't around. He ducked into his room and called Rodriguez-san.

 

“Hey, hey, Murata! I'm in Akihabara, just about to catch the train out there.”

 

“Ah, hi, Rodriguez-san. No, it's me, Shibuya Yuuri. Wait - you're outside the hub station in Akihabara?” A light dawned in Yuuri's head. He had planned to just tell Rodriguez not to come, but - “Hey… isn't there a giant… uh, adult… superstore there? MegaBunny or something?”

 

“Oh, yeah, man, that place is amazing! Hey, wait, aren't you too young to -”

 

“Yeah, I need you to get something for me! It's for… Conrad. Yeah, he's getting married! To a guy. So I was telling him about these picture sex manuals I saw on a comedy on TV, haha, you ever seen anything like that?” Sorry, Conrad.

 

“Yeah, sure, they have hetero and homo versions. MegaBunny had a great selection. Wow, Japan is, like, way more open than the US, huh?”

 

I doubt it. “Of course! So, could you get me one of those homosexual how-to books, real quick, on your way here? Lots of diagrams, because his fiancé can only read the pictures, haha... Yeah, I'll pay you back.”

 

“Oh, no way, man, my treat! I'll pick up some other things too, and it'll be from the both of us, huh? I'd love to get Conrad a wedding present! Say, how big is this guy?”

 

Clothes? “Ah… maybe my size? Awesome, Rodriguez-san! But make it out here fast as you can, alright?”

 

“Mochiron, can't be late for Kool Koala Mai-luu! Ja ne!”

 

Yeah, this might not work out so badly. If only Wolfram never finds out I left…

 

-oOo-

 

Yuuri and Murata spluttered back into Blood Pledge Castle with a large, carefully wrapped package. Rodriguez made it with only 5 minutes to spare for the opening credits, so Yuuri hadn't looked in the package, just wrapped it in a trashbag and dragged Murata by the ear back to the bathtub, still whining about having to watch Kool Koala Mai-luu from video tape instead of waiting another half hour.

 

“Your reward for dragging me to Earth against my will. And I'm holding the video hostage. You drag me to Earth again without warning me, I erase it!”

 

“NO! OK, OK, Shibuya. Jeez… Didn't even get Mama's curry… Hey, why haven't I gotten an invitation to Conrad and Yozak's wedding?”

 

Because they've never dated so far as I know. Ignoring Murata, Yuuri grabbed his sweaty clothes and ran to his bedroom in a towel. From what he saw through the windows it was no more than mid-afternoon. It better be the same day, Murata, or you can kiss your Koala good-bye!

 

He burst into his room, package and stinky-clothes laden and towel clad, only to find the obvious that he'd forgotten to expect - Wolfram and Manfred talking at the table by the windows. Trying to salvage his dignity, Yuuri strode to the bed and put down his packages. He nearly dropped his towel, but saved it from falling.

 

“Well, see you at the duel in a few minutes…” said Manfred, and left as quickly as his limp would permit. Which wasn't terribly quickly. Yuuri thought this might buy him time to put clothes on, but it was not to be. Wolfram was recovered enough to have a duel with Conrad, after all. As Yuuri tried to pick up his sweaty clothes, Wolfram skewered them to the bed with his sword. And waited silently, shoulders heaving, for Manfred to close the door.

 

“You. Went. Back. To. Earth. And these clothes… smell… My God, Yuuri, you went back to Earth and were CHEATING ON ME!?!” In fear for his life, Yuuri quit bothering to hold up the towel and backed away, hands warding off Wolfram. Wolfram tried to rip his sword out from the skewered clothes. But the sword got stuck on the MegaBunny package from Rodriguez. In furious frustration, by the time Wolfram got the sword unstuck, the much-slashed package spilled all over the bed.

 

And Wolfram stood dumbfounded by the contents. Five boxes of condoms, six different violently colored and flavored lubes, a black leather lace-up men's merrywidow with cup, a small whip, pink feather-boa'd handcuffs and matching see-through feather boa edged negligeé, and black fishnet stockings lay amok. The one thing Yuuri'd asked for - the picture book - had fallen open right-side up to detailed diagrams of fellatio technique. Fury entirely forgotten in amazement and curiosity, Wolfram leaned over the book to study the diagrams more closely, absently opening a gaudy colored condom box at random. He plucked out a pink and silver holofoil square condom packet and flipped it to and fro between his fingers, reflecting the light. “Yuuri - what is this?”

 

“Ah, it…” Yuuri took the packet and ripped it open to take out the condom inside. As luck would have it Wolfram - well, Rodriguez really - had picked out something with texture nubs. “Aha! Um, normally they're just smooth, I've never seen one like this… They stretch, like…” He demonstrated stretch. “To go over…” He pointed to the diagram. “Ah, you can also blow them up like balloons, haha.” But, he'd never seen a balloon on Shin Makoku, so he blew it up and tied it and tapped it up and over to Wolfram. Wolfram moved exactly one finger about half an inch to tap it back. Otherwise he stood there, still dumbfounded, staring open mouthed at Yuuri.

 

But then the humor of the situation, especially with Yuuri standing there naked and clearly somewhat affected by these proceedings, got the better of Wolfram, he who had inherited the blackest most evil sense of humor imaginable from his father Manfred. He whooped with laughter, holding onto the bed-post for support.

 

Yuuri, face flaming scarlet, picked up the handcuffs and whip, “I… didn't pick all this stuff out, I only asked for the book…” He shoved those items into a fragment of trashbag and shoved them under his underwear in the wardrobe cupboard. He picked up some clean clothes - including typical Mazoku black g-string, of course - and brought them back to the bed to change into, but for the moment, just tied his towel back on and perched on the bed next to Wolfram. Still chuckling, Wolfram was leafing through the picture book and juggling the slow-moving condom balloon.

 

“Ah, umm…” said Yuuri.

 

“Don't even try,” said Wolfram. “You went back to Earth. You didn't want to, you wanted to come back immediately. But somehow instead you ended up getting a pile of sex toys, because you still thought you could make it back the same day and I wouldn't know you'd left.” Wolfram skewered him with a look. “Conrad told me the minute you left. Idiot.”

 

“Ah. I'm still an idiot, but at least I'm trying not to be such a wimp?” suggested Yuuri. “Don't give up on me, Wolfram. Please,” he whispered.

 

“Oh, heaven forfend. Then who'd read me my picture book?” Wolfram gave him the most demonic sideways glance and smile. “No, you're not getting off the hook.”

 

“I was afraid you'd think I'd `deserted' you again. I didn't, I swear I didn't, Wolfram. Shinou took me and I fought, the Maou fought, with all we had, and lost. And we set up the return trip the minute I got there, I threatened Murata's life for it. But yeah. Then I ended up waiting for someone to bring me the… picture book. I said it was a present for Conrad and Yozak's wedding.”

 

Wolfram laughed. “Well, I'll be sure to share it with them.”

 

“You wouldn't…”

 

“Of course I would. You said your friend picked these out especially for them, not me, right?” He picked up the merrywidow and negligee. “Not that they'd fit on Yozak. A pity - he'd love them, especially the pink.”

 

“Ah, Rodriguez only knows Conrad. I told him Yozak was around my size.”

 

“This one's your color,” Wolfram said, dangling the black merrywidow on a fingertip. “Put it on.”

 

-oOo-

 

They were a bit late for the duel. Wolfram brought along the condom balloon for Greta to play with. Yuuri complained that Conrad might know what it was, but Wolfram shrugged, saying, “His wedding gift, after all.” And in fact, as Greta started chasing and bopping it around in the slight breeze with Dorcas, Conrad's eyes did narrow a moment, then widen considerably in surprise. Seeing Murata and Yozak standing by Conrad, Yuuri elected to go watch the duel from the gallery. He joined Manfred, von Trondheim, and Gwendal above the dueling zone.

 

“Well, Yuuri, you had a good long talk,” said a deeply amused Manfred. “All's well, I take it.”

 

“Ah, yes, misunderstanding all cleared up, thanks,” said Yuuri, and greeted von Trondheim and Gwendal. The older men cordially resumed their conversation.

 

“Hard to believe I never caught on to Yozak and Conrad,” von Trondheim said. “Right under my nose, eh? Wonder how long that's been going on.”

 

“Oh, a good seventy years, I think,” said Manfred. “It's pretty open, though - not monogamous. You knew about it, didn't you, Gwendal?”

 

“I'd… suspected.”

 

“So, Ted,” Manfred was apparently speaking to von Trondheim, “think you can find some deskwork for my boy?”

 

“Oh, absolutely. I'd make him a place. Actually, I'd love to have him teach the regular army fire-users. They're not up to his power level, but learning to make the most of what they've got could save lives in a pinch. Or, whatever he'd like to do. But surely Bielenfeld wants him?”

 

Manfred shrugged. “Eh, my lord uncle might express an opinion, but it's not like anyone listens to him.” All three men chuckled. Yuuri smiled politely, not knowing von Bielenfeld-kaka. “For now the boy's on R&R. He's free to explore ideas for a decade or three, decide what he wants to do next.”

 

Gwendal nodded. “There's no rush.”

 

Conrad beat Wolfram easily, yet again. No surprise there. But Wolfram did fairly well, and didn't flinch from the blade. Yuuri smiled privately. Actually, Wolfram looked… pretty relaxed.

 

-oOo-

 

“So you'll definitely come for the wedding, Chichiue?” said Wolfram at the pier. Manfred was borrowing Cheri's yacht again for the trip home - horse-riding and his bum leg didn't mix.

 

“Wouldn't miss it for the world,” Manfred intoned piously, hand on heart. Cheri giggled and mock-punched him. “Actually, did you know your mother and I met at a wedding? Wonderful things, weddings, for getting people's libido up. People - not me, of course - should have weddings often.”

 

Wolfram and Manfred grinned at each other, perfectly matched demonic smiles. “Thank you for coming, Chichiue. I don't know what I'd have done without you.” And Wolfram gave him a huge hug and kiss.

 

“Ah, Yuuri,” Manfred said as he turned to him, hand extended for a shake. “Best of luck and all. Try to make the pretty vixen happy, hm? And not… be a wimp?”

 

Yuuri flushed, but said a heartfelt, “Thank you. For all you've done for Wolfram, and for me.”

 

“Oh, Manfred, don't tell me you explained wimp to him,” complained Cheri, as she accompanied him into the yacht.

 

“Well, whyever not? It's not like him being an imbecile was making Wolfram happy.” He paused to yell again from the top of the gangway. “Write more often, pretty vixen!”

 

“Yeah, right, sure!” yelled Wolfram back, waving.

 

“Because Yuuri's only fifteen,” continued Cheri. “He would have figured it out himself when he was old enough.”

 

“Fif--! Oooh. Ooops. Oh, well, they look happy enough.”

 

Cheri mock-punched him again. “You're incorrigible, Manfred.”

 

-oOo-

 

The End.

Not.

 

-oOo-

 

Author's Notes:

 

This is the end of this story. But there are lots of sequels. Originally, I wrote Epilogue as the epilogue for this story, before I wrote this story. But… I prefer it standalone.

 

Epilogue summary: there were some snags with the wedding.

 

But. Far more closely related to this story, there is a back story - Axel - set sometime between chapters 5 and 6 of this story, but instead of going off in the fluffy direction this story did, going deeper into Wolfram's past and coming to terms with his grief over losing his troop and mixed feelings about what to do about his career. And a bit more explicit treatment of Yuuri and Wolfram getting physical when Wolfram gets his head straightened out. So, more of a Wolfram's back story, couched as telling his father “about Axel” - but, in fact about the time after Conrad left to bring Suzanna Julia's soul to be reborn as Yuuri, when Adelbert turned his back on Shin Makoku, there was “great unrest” among the people, and Wolfram turned his back on healing, and about Wolfram's first love affair, with Axel.

 

Anyway, you might want to read Axel next, instead of Epilogue, since that order is more chronological.

 

There are a bunch more stories after Axel… And illustrations, summaries, and character bios… Please see the homepage link on my author's profile. There are illustrations for all the stories. As of this writing, the main illo for this story is “This One's Your Color” (Chap 6.)

 

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