Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Working out the Paradox ❯ Part 13 ( Chapter 13 )

Thank you for your review, Serena1985! Yes, Yuuri is getting there…

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou! I'm not making any money.

Warnings: Yaoi (male x male), Yuuri x Wolfram.

Summary: Ehhh… I think the title should speak for itself. The main goal of this fic is to make a completely straight guy fall in love with a boy… Will I reach that goal? - I think I will.

 

A/N 1: I hate Greta; she is nonexistent in this story, and Yuuri has never adopted her.

A/N 2: beta-read by punkin02. Check out her gallery on y!Gallery: http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/punkin02/

 

Working out the Paradox

 

by chayron (lttomb@yahoo.com)

 

Part 13

 

“Wolfram? Wolfram?” Yuuri shook Wolfram by his shoulders frantically. “Wolfram, c'mon! Don't scare me like that! Wolfram!” With numb and trembling hands, he continued to shake the blond. “Wolfram, no! God, no!”

 

Panicking, Yuuri tried to remember everything he had been taught about saving a drowning person, but it just turned into a scrambled mess in his panicking brain. Something about breathing in one and pushing on the chest five times…?

 

Yuuri doubted that he had ever been that relieved in his life when Wolfram gagged and started vomiting water. He turned the coughing and spluttering Wolfram to his side and he himself leaned back on his hunches.

 

Yuuri watched the blond vomit water. He had not a clue why Wolfram was with him, in this world; presumed, but didn't know exactly. In addition to that, he didn't know where they were. Besides, they were half-naked, only with those ridiculous “strings”. He had no idea how he was going to bring them home, whatever home it was - in Shin Makoku or here, on Earth.

 

“Okay now?” Yuuri asked after Wolfram's coughing subsided, and the boy's face started returning to the normal color. He reached his hand out to stroke the blond's back soothingly, but retracted it when, as soon as his hand touched Wolfram's skin, the prince's back tensed. Wolfram was starting to shiver in cold.

 

Wolfram nodded. Getting his bearings back, he looked around. He tried to pull on his power to get warm but there was no answer and he failed. Confused, he raised his head higher. They were on a sandy beach; he could see several people walking towards them. They were…dressed funny. There was…a boat farther in the lake. But the boat was…and something was off with the air around him… They were on Earth. On Earth.

 

Wolfram's breath seized, and a sudden flash of panic passed through his whole system. Wolfram turned to give Yuuri a stunned look with a dozen questions frozen in it.

 

Yuuri shrugged. “Have no idea,” he said to those wildly staring emerald eyes.

 

XXXXX

 

Wolfram watched Yuuri speak with people that had gathered around them. He didn't understand a word of what was said. It all was just a meaningless string of words spilling from their mouths. So, while Yuuri simply ignored him and seemed to have struck a long and mutually interesting conversation with a young woman, he just sat on the sand, shivered in cold and tried to prevent himself from panicking. He hated this world. It was filled with confusing and scary things, and he didn't understand the order in it. And the noise - all consuming, not ceasing for a second noise - was the worst.

 

“They want to call the police,” Yuuri turned to Wolfram. “But I'm trying to settle on a clinic. Will you be able to run if we have to?”

 

“The police? A clinic?” Wolfram mouthed around the unknown words.

 

“Doesn't matter, I'll explain later,” Yuuri said while partly turning back to the woman. “It's all good and well - I know where we are. We just need to get clothes and call my parents to get us, but this one is tough to talk out of it.”

 

Yuuri finally managed to persuade the woman that they were completely fine. She let him use her mobile phone, and Yuuri called his parents. She stayed with Yuuri and Wolfram for the entire hour until Yuuri's mother came for them.

 

“Pfew,” Yuuri exhaled after climbing onto the backseat and closing the door of the car after himself and Wolfram. “She's a social worker. On vacation. She had been babbling something about how irresponsible you are letting us bathe without observance,” he chuckled, leaning forward to the driver seat. “Hey mom,” he grinned at his mother. “Thanks for coming for us. I know it's sudden but it's one of those stupid “sucking-water” things.”

 

Yuuri's grin widened even more when his mother gave him a dazzling smile.

 

“Ah, don't worry about it,” she shook her head. “I like driving.” She turned to her son's fiancé to grin and greet him warmly to which Wolfram only smiled uncomfortably. He couldn't understand a thing she was saying.

 

“Did you bring the clothes?” Yuuri asked.

 

She clasped her hands. “Oh, sure I did!” She leaned over to the free passenger's seat next to her. “Here,” she gave the bundle to Yuuri.

 

“How long have I been gone?” Yuuri asked while ransacking the bundle. Those were all his summer clothes. He found the warmest ones and passed them over to Wolfram.

 

“For three days. It's Friday. Here, I brought some blankets as you had asked,” his mother held the blankets out to Wolfram as it seemed that Wolfram was the one cold. After Wolfram had silently taken the blankets, she turned back to Yuuri who was pulling a shirt on. “So how did your camping go?”

 

“Huh?” Yuuri's head rose at her. “Ah, you mean… Well, it was fine, had some interesting happenings. By the way, do you know something for lice?”

 

“Lice?” his mother repeated. She thought for a moment. “Not really. But we can drop by at a chemist's. I'm sure they'll suggest something.”

 

Despite that sometimes his mother not having any common sense disturbed Yuuri or got on his nerves, sometimes it also made him glad when she didn't ask any questions and was always ready to help her dearest son anytime. Fondly, Yuuri smiled at the back of his mother's head when she turned away. She started the car, and they began to move.

 

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Yuuri's mother turned back to Yuuri while she was making a turn in a quite busy crossing. She completely ignored the beeping on her right. “-Your father is going to be on vacation for a week. I'm afraid you two will have to spend the whole time alone. Well, I'll call Shori. Your father and I are going on a small trip to Kyoto.”

 

Yuuri turned to Wolfram whose head, caught up in Yuuri's yellow T-shirt he had been dressing, shot up at the familiar sounding name. “Really?” Yuuri asked his mother. “What will you do there?” He couldn't think of a time his mother and father went somewhere together. Then he realized that exactly that was the problem. “Ah, okay,” he waved his hands. “Don't worry about us. -We'll do some sightseeing and stuff.”

 

“And where has Shori gone to?” Yuuri asked. He knew that if Shori were at home, he'd never have allowed their mother to drive.

 

“Oh, honey, don't you know?” she turned around, but as Yuuri was insistently pointing back at the road, she came back to watching the traffic. “Shori moved away a couple of days ago.”

 

“He what?” Yuuri startled. “Where to?”

 

“He bought a flat. It's about one hour by car to get there. Want me to drive us there?” she offered.

 

Yuuri shook his head quickly in refusal. “Where did he get the money?” he asked interested. As far as he knew there was no way his parents or Shori himself could afford that.

 

“It's that man, the one Shori is going to take over for after he grows up,” she chirped.

 

Yuuri didn't comment on anything, just leaned into the seat. He'd have rather preferred that Shori would have asked for money from him. He could have helped his brother out. Submersed in thoughts, Yuuri stared at the window, behind which the quickly flowing bollards were seen.

 

Wolfram had ridden in a car earlier. And this time was the worst of all times. He hadn't recovered from all the shock yet, and the cold was still seizing him and shaking his body. He couldn't stand that vibrating that was being emanated by the car and was going through his entire body. The humming was making him anxious and restless, too.

 

Yuuri had been talking with his mother and completely ignoring him then simply turned away from him. He knew Yuuri was angry with him for those hickeys, and he had a right to be. He would have spent some time worrying about as to what Yuuri would say or do later, but he couldn't concentrate on anything else except on not being sick. So he just sat silently at the window and tried to hold it down while those waving motions of the car were rocking his body.

 

“Mom, stop the car!” Yuuri called rather urgently. He quickly leaned over Wolfram to open the door at Wolfram's side. “Jesus, Wolfram,” Yuuri pushed him out of the car, “why didn't you say anything?!” As quickly as possible, he led the blond a bit farther from the road and stood aside while Wolfram was heaving with seizures.

 

“You okay?” Yuuri asked after a few minutes when Wolfram's fit seemed to lessen.

 

Wolfram nodded weakly. “I'm sorry. I…”

 

“Hell, Wolfram, don't apologize for that,” Yuuri patted Wolfram on his back. He frowned when Wolfram shied away from his hand.

 

“I'm okay,” the blond brushed with his hand over his sweaty forehead. “We can ride furth-”

 

Yuuri shook his head. “We'll wait a little. Besides, look,” he motioned with his head to the left where his mother was picking some flowers she had found by the roadside. “I don't think we'll move that soon…”

 

Blankly, Wolfram stared at Yuuri's mother picking flowers. He could point-blank tell that he didn't understand women. True, he didn't interact with many of them, but the ones he had been around: his own mother, Katarina, Annissina, Elisabeth, the maids… They were… Although he had no idea what, there was something off with them.

 

Yuuri's gaze slid over Wolfram who sat down on the grass, his eyes fixed on his mother, but not really seeing her. Yuuri's bright yellow T-shirt, which he rarely wore because it was still too big for him, was also too large for Wolfram and was loosely hanging on Wolfram's frame. The yellow color was making a weird combination with Wolfram's dark blond hair. The gray sweatpants with two black strips at each side didn't suit to the T-shirt either. Wolfram was also wearing Yuuri's white sneakers.

 

He badly wanted to talk to Wolfram, but had no real idea what to say. Oh, there were many things he wanted to say and ask, but there were some he wasn't that sure about and didn't want to rush yet. And, to tell the truth, he was a little scared. Wolfram was acting…strange and all that…thing with hickeys, which was undoubtedly Kyota's doing…

 

Yuuri's eyes swept back to his mother who let out an excited shout after finding some varicolored flower. She was already holding a huge bouquet in her left hand. After picking that last flower she waved at the two boys and rushed back to the car.

 

“Here,” she pushed the bouquet into Yuuri's hands. “Oh, it would so suit to your wedding dress I presented you on your birthday!” she clapped her hands joyfully.

 

Yuuri almost dropped the flowers, and his head shot up to Wolfram, but then he remembered that, thank gods, Wolfram didn't understand a word his mother was saying. That would have been some embarrassment! All red, Yuuri glared at his giggling mother and climbed into the car. Wolfram followed him. The car started, and they moved again. They stopped, shortly, at a chemist's, Yuuri jumping out of the car, running to it and jogging back with a full bag of various ointments, shampoos and drugs, then they moved further.

 

Concerned, Yuuri watched Wolfram the entire time they had been driving. He didn't remember that Wolfram would have reacted that bad to a car drive earlier. The prince's face had changed colors several times, and Yuuri was relieved when they finally pulled over at their garage. Wolfram was first to get out of the car and, for some time, he simply stood leaning on the wall, his both feet on the firm ground, until he regained most of his senses.

 

One or two meters away, Yuuri, with flowers in his hands, was waiting for Wolfram to get his bearings back. Yuuri's mother meanwhile drove the car into the garage and locked it. Again, she started ransacking through her handbag looking for the keys for the house. After finding them, she waved them victoriously in the air, passed Yuuri and Wolfram, rounded the corner, opened the gate to the house and went to the door.

 

Yuuri and Wolfram followed her a minute later. Yuuri only sighed when, after his mother trying to open the door for several seconds, it appeared that she had forgotten to lock it at all. He pushed the door open, let his mother pass then led Wolfram inside.

 

Yuuri went into the kitchen to look for a vase to arrange the flowers in. Yuuri's mother climbed upstairs to change, and Wolfram found himself alone in the hall. He made several steps through the door and towards the living-room, which was connected to the kitchen, being separated only by a thin wooden disjunction with an embrasure which let him see Yuuri rustling through the lower cupboards.

 

Nothing had changed from when he visited the house the last time: the same small glass table surrounded by the same mauve couch and mauve armchairs; closer to the kitchen there was a small wooden table with several wooden chairs at each side; the same light violet lampshade in a shape of a flower hanging above the table; the same green curtains at each side of transparent sliding door behind which there was seen the garden with the same children's pool. Yuuri's mother probably believed that keeping it filled with water would help Yuuri to get back directly to the house. Apparently, it hadn't worked.

 

With a water-filled vase in his left hand and the flowers in his right, Yuuri turned around, and it suddenly struck him that the blond looked somehow lost while standing in the middle of the living-room. Yuuri put the vase on the table near the kitchen and quickly arranged the flowers.

 

“Do you want to have a snack or…” Yuuri turned to Wolfram, thinking about what else he could suggest.

 

Wolfram shook his head, refusing. “I…I think I just want to go to sleep…”

 

Surprised and a bit alarmed, Yuuri turned his head to look through the sliding door where it was still light. “It's not even seven o'clock…” Yuuri drawled.

 

Wolfram followed Yuuri's gaze outside. He shrugged. Yuuri turned to look back at Wolfram. The blond really looked tired.

 

“Okay. I'll run a bath for you,” Yuuri nodded.

 

“Thanks, I can run it myself. I know how,” Wolfram said before leaving the room.

 

Yuuri scratched his head and followed Wolfram. Wolfram always got like that if someone maintained that he wasn't able or didn't know how to do something.

 

Wolfram pushed the glass door open and entered the bathroom. He walked over to the tub and started fumbling with the tap. Soon he got the water flowing to his liking. He walked over to the bathroom closet on his left to look over the toiletries deposited there.

 

“Oh, wait,” Yuuri remembered suddenly. “I'll be back in a second!” he shouted already running down the hall where he had put the bag from the chemist's. On his way he met his father who had just come back from the supermarket and was carrying several bags. Yuuri quickly greeted, shortened his latest experiences to: “I'm back, and Wolfram for unknown reason is together with me, I have lice and I'll tell you more after I give this to Wolfram ”; and ran back into the bathroom.

 

Wolfram blinked at a bag that Yuuri presented him soon. “What's that?”

 

“Well, I have lice, and you have been hanging around me for long enough, so I think you should use some of this,” Yuuri said, starting to arrange all the bottles and packets on the small counter next to the hutch. He could feel Wolfram glaring at the back of his head. “Yeah… Sorry for that…”

 

Wolfram took one of the bottles into his hand. He unscrewed the cap and smelled the contents. “Oh, god,” he gagged. “And I have to rub this into my hair?!”

 

Yuuri took the bottle from Wolfram and smelled it too. “Wow,” he coughed, waving his hand under his nose. “Must be damn effective. If nothing else, then the stench might kill them…”

 

Wolfram took in the rest of the remedies and chose another bottle. “Well this one doesn't smell half bad as the previous one,” he said after smelling it.

 

“I think maybe you should use them all…” Yuuri scratched his head again.

 

Wolfram gave Yuuri a searching look. “Do you want me to go bald?” he snickered then. He chose the less stinking bottle and held it at Yuuri's face. “How do I use it?”

 

Yuuri leaned to the counter to take the packet the bottle had been taken from. He pulled a small note out of it. “Wet your hair, rub this into your hair, hold for ten minutes then wash it off. You'll have to do the same after three days and then one more time later just for prophylactic purposes,” he said after reading it.

 

“Fine.” Resigned to his fate, Wolfram went to the bathtub. He put the bottle on the edge. He wanted to undress his yellow T-shirt but then turned back to Yuuri who was still standing by the counter filled with the bottles. “Will His Majesty finally get the hell out here?”

 

Yuuri blushed. “Sure. But I thought you might want me to help you with that shampoo…”

 

Wolfram gave him a confused look. “Is there something more I should know about using it?”

 

Yuuri flustered. “Well, no…” he turned to the door quickly. He motioned at the cabinet. “Here, the clean towels are here, and…”

 

“Thanks, I remember from earlier,” Wolfram cut him off. He started pulling the T-shirt over his head, and Yuuri shut the door behind himself.

 

Wolfram stuck his head under the streaming water from the tap, waited for the water to run off a little off his hair then poured some of the stinky liquid onto his palm and started rubbing it into his hair. As it soon became frothy, it was easy to use it. After that Wolfram turned the tap off and sat down on the edge of the filled bathtub. Ten minutes… He wasn't very sure how Yuuri measured time here, but it was way too long than he could handle now. So he went to the bathroom cabinet to look at the varicolored bottles and soap bars. He wasn't even interested in them. Everything was just flowing against his eyes and he felt like he'd be in a bad dream, watching himself from the outside. He didn't feel well. He was unsure and lost and didn't know how to act, he was still nauseated and the skin on his head was becoming itchy.

 

Finally, holding several bottles in his hands, Wolfram left the cabinet and returned to the tub. After staring at it for several seconds he put the bottles on the edge of it then went to the basin. It was quite difficult to get his head under the flowing tap, but he managed and washed the medicine off then came back to the tub.

 

He used the same shampoo he had been using the previous time he had been visiting here. He liked the smell very much - it was refreshing and reminded some kind of fruit but wasn't sweet.

 

Taking his time to try gathering his thoughts and getting rid of the stench that was still lingering on his hair, Wolfram leaned his shampooed head back on the edge of the bathtub.

 

Why…? Why did Yuuri bring him to his world? Yuuri knew he hated it. Maybe that was it - Yuuri wanted to punish him? Yuuri was right - he had done an unforgiving thing. What if the political repercussions of the king's fiancé being unfaithful had already reached…? Oh god…

 

Wolfram groaned in distress and sank deeper into the water. What the hell had bitten into him to…? Had he really been that much of an idiot to run to Kyota, then, against the whole Kyota's family and their servants, declare that he was free and then almost sleep with the man? Couldn't he have waited for Yuuri to come back and terminate the engagement officially?! If the talks started…Yuuri would never forgive him… Yuuri was already angry and… Oh gods, what Yuuri was going to do to Kyota…? If that floated to the surface, Yuuri would have to take some measures to prove he was a king capable of dealing with such things.

 

Wolfram just shook his head then submersed deeply into the water so that only several blonde locks were seen through the frothy surface. Holding his breath, blindly, he groped for the sponge he had earlier put on near the bathtub then, after locating it, found some bar of soap and stood up to soap himself down. He was tired, his head was spinning and he still stank. He didn't want to but couldn't stop thinking. He felt horrible. But he felt bad not for the things he thought he should feel bad about. Yuuri didn't care if he was with Kyota or not, if anything, secretly, he was probably glad that he found someone and wouldn't be running after him anymore. Though, of course, Yuuri was angry that he went to Kyota before the engagement was officially terminated. That hadn't been a wise move politically, that had been a huge mistake.

 

Wolfram pulled the plug out and turned the shower on. He leaned his head on the wall and closed his eyes while the water was beating down his back. If it was only politics, then why did he feel like a complete shit? Why did he care if Yuuri saw those hickeys or not? Why the hell did he feel like he'd betrayed Yuuri? Why did it hurt so much? Gods, it was all so stupid… He had fought the battles where people died before his eyes, where things were thousands times worse than this and here he was feeling faint because of some hickeys on his neck. Big deal…

 

Cursing himself under his breath, Wolfram finished washing off the soap and shampoo. He took the white towel he had readied from earlier, brushed with it over his skin several times, rather turned his hair into a tousled mess than dried it, then he just wrapped the towel around his waist and left the bathroom.

 

In the living-room, from a bowl of salad that he was holding in his hands Yuuri turned around at the soft steps behind him. “Oh. Wolfram… Want some?” he quickly held out the bowl for Wolfram to get his thoughts back from where they had wandered into.

 

Wolfram shook his head in denial, and Yuuri's eyes followed several droplets that left the soaked blond hair and ran down to Wolfram's neck, then shoulders, chest and down his waist, getting absorbed into the towel. Swiftly, Yuuri's eyes rose back to the blond but Wolfram was staring somewhere over his shoulder. Yuuri followed Wolfram's gaze. The television. He knew Wolfram hated it.

 

Wolfram's emerald eyes blinked back to Yuuri when the screen flickered and went black. Yuuri tossed the remote back onto the table. “You seriously don't want anything? At least some tea or juice or anything?”

 

“Where can I sleep?”

 

“Oh, right.” Yuuri put his bowl back onto the table. He motioned for Wolfram to follow him. They climbed upstairs, and Yuuri pushed the door to his room open. He went to ransack through his wardrobe then pulled an old wide T-shirt he sometimes used as nightwear. After digging deeper he also found a pair of loose shorts. “Here,” he held out the clothes for Wolfram. “You can use them for nightclothes.”

 

Wolfram took the clothes. Yuuri wanted to leave the room but then noticed that Wolfram was following him. “Do you need anything else?”

 

Confused, Wolfram blinked at him. “I…”

 

“Oh, the blinds. Sorry.” Yuuri quickly walked over to the window to close the blinds. “Well, I think it should all be fine. Do you want me to leave the vent open?”

 

“Oh… here…You're giving me your bed?” Wolfram asked, confused even more. “Where will you sleep?”

 

Yuuri was taken aback by the question. It hadn't even occurred to him that Wolfram would think… “I thought…we'd share…” he muttered and at the same time saw the blond frown at the bed.

 

“Today, I'm not into jokes, Yuuri,” Wolfram's angry eyes rose to meet his. “Anything would do. There's a couch in the living-room, I can use it, and Shori… Damn.” He squatted down to pick up the T-shirt that had fallen from his hands.

 

Yuuri simply stared at the blond's back. He hadn't ever believed that a day like this might come. And when he had thought of that, he had always believed he'd be unbelievably happy… though now… He was going to kill Kyota Docharo when he went back to Shin Makoku.

 

“You will sleep here,” Yuuri said in a tone that didn't leave any room for protesting. “I'll go into Shori's room.”

 

Wolfram only shrugged. He walked over to the bed and sat down then started pulling the T-shirt over his head.

 

Yuuri shifted from one foot to another. “Aren't you going to wait at least until your hair dries up?” He almost stepped back when Wolfram's emerald eyes shot to him.

 

“You know, if you are so worried about your shirt, I can just sleep naked,” Wolfram spat, peeling the shirt off and throwing it Yuuri in the face.

 

Yuuri caught the fabric before it hit his face. “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Yuuri snapped, throwing the T-shirt back to Wolfram. “You can burn it, for all I care! Can't you behave?!”

 

“I?! Behave?!” Wolfram spluttered, seriously considering turning the T-shirt into a crisp. Then he remembered that he wasn't able to use his power on Earth. That infuriated him even more. “It was you who brought me into this stinking world!” he yelled, jumping from the bed. “I hate it! Can't stand it! Are you that immature to do that?! Big deal you see - some hickeys!” Wolfram's fists clenched at his sides. “Scold me, lock me, beat me, punish me, whatever! But why the fuck do you almost drown me and then bring me into this fucking hell and then…act all worried and prissy!” His voice was now so loud, Yuuri was sure that his parents could hear Wolfram. “Fuck you!” Wolfram screamed. “If you are going to do something - do it, and stop playing around!” the prince finished, all red and panting in fury.

 

Yuuri simply stared at him. “You know, Wolfram, if you accuse me of trying to kill you once again, you'll really see what it is like to make me angry,” he finally said, approaching the blond and looking him squarely into the eyes. “Dress, go to sleep, and we'll talk tomorrow, after you had your breakfast and a cup of nice hot tea.

 

“And I didn't bring you to this world on my will - I still have no control over traveling between the worlds. For some reason, you just happened to be sucked in together with me. And if you don't stop acting all paranoid, I'll just give you some sedatives. Got it?”

 

Wolfram gritted his teeth and plopped back onto the bed. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

 

Yuuri frowned. “No, this piece of advice was given me being your friend and not your king.”

 

“Whatever,” Wolfram muttered, pulling the T-shirt back on.

 

Yuuri just shook his head and left the room.

 

TBC