Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Working out the Paradox ❯ Part 15 ( Chapter 15 )

Hello Serena1985,

Sure they'll get it right eventually, but first they need to normally sit down and talk. Silly chits.

 

Hello newdkidt,

Always, when I see someone referring to my fics as “cute”, my hair stand up. And “soooo cute” just killed me, heh Ah well. I'm just glad that you liked it.

 

 

 

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 15

 

His loose dark blue hair flying in the wind, Kyota turned his head to one of his men who rode up to him. The man had just emerged from the forest.

 

“Sir!”

 

“Speak up,” Kyota nodded when the soldier saluted him.

 

“I've heard talk about some men searching for a dark-haired boy. Another rumor says that recently some dark-haired boy saved several men from the river. According to the rumors, the boy seemed to be able to manipulate several elements. Some say that the boy was His Majesty Himself,” the soldier spilled quickly.

 

“Anything about Wolfram von Bielefeld?” Kyota asked.

 

“No, sir. Nothing at all. No one has seen any fair-haired men around at all…”

 

“I want to meet those men who are looking for that dark-haired boy,” Kyota pushed the flying hair off his face and tugged the lock behind his right ear, revealing his contemplative blue gaze. “Bring them to me. If they resist - take more men and hunt them down.”

 

“Yes, sir!” the soldier saluted and rode off to fulfill the order.

 

A day later, in a tavern he was currently residing in, Kyota found himself staring at Yozak and another man he knew perfectly.

 

“Dismissed,” Kyota motioned with his head at the soldiers who had brought the two.

 

“Sir!” Kadira saluted his superior. It had been three years already that he and Armano served in Delam's army.

 

“So it indeed was the king…” Kyota drawled, nodding. He greeted Yozak and Kadira, offering the empty chairs at his table. “I heard you were looking for His Majesty,” Kyota didn't waste time, starting off with the most important. “Can you tell me what happened?”

 

Instead of Kadira, Yozak nodded. “His Majesty fell off a slope several miles away from here. Later the river washed off its bank and all the water rushed into it. We don't know what happened, although there's a fat chance that someone having His Majesty's powers would drown…” Surprised, Yozak watched a funny look engulf Kyota's face. “What?”

 

“I'm looking for Wolfram von Bielefeld,” Kyota leaned back into his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Exactly the same has happened to him… I've sent a messenger to Blood Pledge Castle, but, of course, being busy here, you couldn't have heard about that…”

 

Yozak shook his head. “No, I didn't hear anything. I'm sorry, I know he is a man in your disposition, but I've sent Armano to inform Gwendal and others about His Majesty missing… The reinforcements should be here soon.”

 

Kyota waved that off dismissively; Armano and Kadira hadn't been on duty anyway, besides, he was on friendly terms with Yozak - even if they hadn't interacted much, the man had been constantly around while Kyota had been growing up at Blood Pledge Castle. Kyota scratched his chin then shrugged. “I don't really think we need those reinforcements,” he said finally. “Kadira?” he turned to the silent man whose clear blue gaze met almost the same cerulean eyes.

 

“It is probably exactly as sir is presuming,” Kadira nodded. He had been around the younger man long enough to know that he had a mind to rival his own, and the two of them found it interesting to converse. “Together, we combed out the whole forest and its surroundings, and nobody had heard anything. And there are no bodies. It seems unbelievable, but the two might have met up somehow, and, thanks to Yozak, I've heard plenty of rumors about His Majesty being unable or able - depends on how one sees it - to control the transportation through the water… We might presume that they didn't even need to meet - if the swirl were big enough, His Majesty would have taken half of the river with himself…”

 

Kyota nodded. He stood up. “Don't know about you, guys, but I'm going to Blood Pledge Castle. Great Sage or not, but he's gonna bring me to that damn Earth even if I need to drown him first,” he said before walking out of the door, the other two men following him shortly.

 

XXXXX

 

After taking his temperature, it appeared that Wolfram was completely fine. He just had a cough. After the blond said that his throat didn't even hurt, Yuuri was completely assured, and they left the house.

 

The day was bright and sunny, and the area Yuuri lived in was calm and peaceful, but soon they turned onto a busier street.

 

Yuuri was becoming concerned when, even after fifteen minutes of walking on the sidewalk, Wolfram was still wide-eyed, didn't stop looking around and jumping at every loud noise. Yuuri knew that if Wolfram wasn't so prideful, he'd probably ask to come back. It didn't seem to have been that good an idea to take Wolfram out after all…

 

It didn't help at all that people were staring at Wolfram, almost everyone, female or male. Some even turned around after passing them to look at Wolfram's back. Wolfram had looked at himself several times, but noticing that he was dressed like most of the teens on the street, brushed it off. Yuuri wasn't really afraid that Wolfram might snap at some of the more niggling stares - Wolfram did have a tendency to lash out, but those were only lecherous stares with a personal and inviting taste to them that would just set Wolfram off, otherwise he was used to the stares, and, as far as Yuuri had noticed, Wolfram just ignored them - he didn't find them personal.

 

As he had told Wolfram once - he was aware of Wolfram's looks. One had to be blind not to see those big, unbelievably green eyes, blond hair, rosy lips and lithe body. Though, he didn't really…notice all that during their daily routine - he got used to Wolfram's looks. Sometimes, when there was a radical change, like this day, when Wolfram put a completely different thing on, he did notice and did appreciate it, though it was a bit of a different appreciation today.

 

“We'll take a train from here,” Yuuri said and only then thought that it probably wasn't the best idea either. He didn't know if Wolfram would be able to handle that. Wolfram had been on a train earlier and it had been fine, but it seemed the blond had become even more sensitive since then.

 

Usually, Wolfram adapted to all kinds of situations, and it puzzled Yuuri, this Wolfram's fluster. The opposite, Yuuri had expected that, as this was already the second time, Wolfram would have gotten used to Earth. But maybe that was it - the factor of surprise? -The previous time Wolfram knew and was prepared to the thought about going to Earth. This time it had just happened. Well, of course, the border of communication, added to the entire atmosphere too, but Wolfram had never been the one to communicate with strangers eagerly...

 

Yuuri let out a soft sigh. He just wanted for Wolfram to enjoy himself. He wanted to spend some quality time, to eat something, to buy Wolfram something. Deep down he was getting that embarrassed feeling that it all seemed like he was trying to court Wolfram, but it wasn't exactly like that - he was testing waters. As he wasn't all that sure about his feelings, he didn't want to be too obvious, to rush and jump and regret it later. He simply wanted to please Wolfram without getting them both confused, but it didn't seem possible. Yuuri knew he wasn't playing fair - neither did he push Wolfram away, nor did he accept him until he was sure. But Yuuri himself was afraid - Kyota was way more determined, and was quickly gaining an advantage while Yuuri was just mincing matters and not moving anywhere.

 

With a stream of people they crossed the street and turned to the station.

 

When he touched Wolfram or Wolfram touched him, and his thoughts went further while he was trying to prepare himself and imagine what it would feel like if it was an intimate touch, a kiss or simply Wolfram's hand riding up his ass or crotch, it still felt weird. After seeing the hickeys, he had pictured Wolfram and Kyota together several times, and it had interesting results - made him somewhat aroused and at the same time upset. Over what? -He wasn't exactly sure. He either was jealous of Wolfram as a lover, or it was the feel of Kyota meddling with their friendship - he knew he would have much less attention from Wolfram if the two ended up together - Kyota would probably take Wolfram to Delam.

 

There was some attraction, true, but he was a teenager and he wasn't that sure if those simply weren't his hormones confusing the hell out of him. That might have been just a part of his moods; sometimes he felt like fucking anything that walked on two legs. Or maybe he really wanted Wolfram. But feelings was one thing, and the thought about actually kissing Wolfram or having sex with him made his eyes cross with weirdness of it all. And despite his dreams and fantasies, when he was confronted with that in real life, he didn't feel confident at all.

 

But then…in his room, while healing Wolfram's bruises, he hadn't felt that weirdness at all. It had felt pleasant to touch the blond, to feel that warm skin against his palm and those golden locks between his fingers, to think that the danger had passed and they were alive. Maybe…maybe he was just freaking out too much. Just thinking too much.

 

Wolfram's emerald eyes concentrated on Yuuri's back while that was buying tickets. Yuuri had left him sitting in the waiting-room while hundreds of people were flowing around him. Alone in the mass - now he knew what it meant exactly.

 

Wolfram was relieved when Yuuri came back to sit down next to him. Through the hum in the hall, he listened to Yuuri's explanations as to where they would go and what they would do.

 

After ten minutes the train came and they took it. The first ten minutes Yuuri didn't let his eyes leave Wolfram, but it didn't seem that the blond was troubled. Though, several more minutes later, Wolfram, telling Yuuri that it would make him feel better, stood up and went to stand at the rail, directly under an air conditioner. As it seemed that Wolfram was really fine, Yuuri relaxed and turned his head to watch the quickly flowing scenery through the window.

 

After ten minutes, again, Yuuri cast an examining glance at Wolfram standing further, still holding onto the rail, and got disturbed by how wide the prince's eyes were. Was Wolfram sick? But no, that wasn't it - Wolfram wasn't pale, rather the opposite - now, slowly, there was a bright color spreading over his nose and cheeks… Confused, Yuuri looked Wolfram over. There was a hand on Wolfram's behind. Yuuri blinked, his own eyes coming out of proportions.

 

A hand on Wolfram's ass!

 

Slowly, Yuuri's head rose back from the hand to the elderly man whom the hand belonged to, but before Yuuri could react in any way, there was a row of swift movements. Yuuri's breath held in his throat, and he froze.

 

A punch in the stomach, a knee in the face when the assaulter had doubled over, and, panting in rage, Wolfram stood over the man who had slumped to the floor, groaning, his hands clutching his bleeding nose.

 

“How dare you?!” Wolfram screamed, his fists balled tightly at his sides. “How dare you touch me with your filthy hands, you filthy Human?!” his darkened emerald eyes flashed in fury. “On your knees, you maggot!” Wolfram kicked the man in the stomach again. “To chop your hands off is not good enough!” He grabbed at his side where usually his sword hung. He growled in annoyance when his palm closed on an empty air. “I'll sentence you to death! To dirty the king's fiancsssss…” Wolfram stumbled a bit. “To dirty a prince! How dare you?! Who do you think you are?! -A useless grub! A monkey! Disgusting muck! Hideous toad!”

 

While Yuuri was thinking if the King of Shin Makoku's fiancé beating up a citizen of Earth could result in an inter-dimensional conflict, the people in the car were freaking out, and Wolfram was spouting more epithets.

 

“C'mon, Wolfram,” Yuuri finally walked over to the indignantly spluttering prince. “He's half-conscious already. Besides, he can't understand you, anyway. Wolfram, leave him,” Yuuri dragged an enraged Wolfram away. “You are scaring people. Wolfram, calm down! It's an order!” Forcefully, Yuuri seated the blond onto the nearest free seat.

 

“It's nothing,” Yuuri turned around to wave cheerfully at the people. “He just thought the man wanted to steal his wallet…” He turned away, ignoring the murmurs that started.

 

Wolfram's gaze slid past Yuuri and to the man staggering to his feet. He gritted his teeth. “Are you going to let him get away with that?” he snarled. “How dare he?!”

 

“I think he has already gotten what he deserved,” Yuuri said, restraining Wolfram when he wanted to get up. “Here, see? - It's his stop,” he motioned with his head at the man who was in a hurry to get off at the first stop. “Let him be.”

 

The rest of the way to their stop Wolfram spent fuming silently, Yuuri being glad that the man had enough sense to leave on the first stop, and that Wolfram's rage had distracted the blond from the rocking train. There was always something good in the midst of bad… He had to somehow explain the rules of this world to Wolfram… -No chopping and no killing and as little beating as possible. But now was not the best time - Wolfram might just simply snap at him while the cause of his anger was not available. Despite he was the king, Wolfram's temper was also king-sized.

 

When Yuuri thought about it now, he had never seen anyone that would ever touch the brothers or himself without permission. Though, it seemed that there was some exception for Gunter… Despite himself being an example of manners and the torch of learning, the man didn't care about this part of etiquette it seemed.

 

There was a nasty voice peeping in Yuuri's head - it was malevolently sniggering and wondering about how Kyota had even been able to at least touch Wolfram without getting both his arms broken. Angrily, Yuuri squashed the voice down.

 

They arrived to their destination shortly and, together with the rest of the crowd maneuvered out of the station. Yuuri started leading Wolfram through the maze of streets. Wolfram seemed to have gotten better - anger and some physical exercise made him livelier, and Yuuri was glad when the spark of interest appeared in the blond's eyes, and Wolfram started looking around. Ten minutes later, Yuuri was elated when Wolfram started asking questions about various things they saw on their way.

 

Grimun Shopping Centre wasn't far from the train station, and after half an hour they were there. Yuuri had a thought about using public transport but then decided that it would be healthier if Wolfram simply walked. The two of them were used to crossing long distances on foot or on horseback, so that was not a problem.

 

Yuuri smiled at Wolfram's back as the blond reclined his head to look at the huge and decorated building. Wolfram wasn't able to understand the meaning of the bright letters above them, but the size and flashiness had attracted his eyes, just as the designing was supposed to do. Yuuri followed Wolfram when that entered the store.

 

It was Sunday and there were plenty of people streaming in the store. Once inside, Wolfram stopped in the hall and looked around, his gaze flowing over a dozen of shop showcases. A bit lost, he turned to Yuuri who grinned and motioned for Wolfram to follow him. Yuuri wasn't the one to love shopping, and after the first endless tours through the shops his mother took him to, he had always been avoiding to go together with her, but doing it with Wolfram had some inquisitive thrill, besides he had noticed earlier that the blond wasn't too overenthusiastic about shopping either, so he was sure that they wouldn't spend too much time in there.

 

They started from the right side, visiting shops that would catch their interest. After fifteen minutes Wolfram stopped at one window to look at the fluffy and cute toys. When Wolfram lingered at the showcase longer and then turned into the store, Yuuri's brow rose. He followed Wolfram who was looking around then settled on a shelf with small fuzzy toys. Kittens, doggies, piggies, birdies…plushy, crocheted and knitted…gray, white, black, varicolored. Yuuri watched Wolfram gaze at a small pink piggy with small blue eyes, delicate legs and a tiny snout that was the incarnation of cuteness itself.

 

“I didn't know you liked those kinds of things…” Yuuri drawled while standing behind Wolfram's back.

 

“It's for Gwendal, moron,” Wolfram muttered. “I want to buy some souvenirs. I think he'd like it. Will you lend me some money? Do I take the toy and then pay or how does it work?” he asked after Yuuri nodded.

 

“Yeah, just take it and bring it over there, to the cashier,” Yuuri pointed at a woman at the desk, giving Wolfram several notes to pay. Though, after a minute he had to join Wolfram who didn't understand what the cashier wanted.

 

“She asked if you wanted a bag,” Yuuri translated. “Yes, we want one,” Yuuri nodded at the cashier even before Wolfram could say anything.

 

With a bag in his hands and Yuuri at his side, Wolfram left the store. He wondered what he should buy for Gunter. Then decided that he would buy nothing - he still couldn't forgive Gunter for that outfit he had presented Yuuri with on his birthday. Conrad…

 

“Do you want some ice-cream?” Yuuri asked when they approached a small shop. He reached into his pocket for some money to get himself vanilla one. He asked for two of them as Wolfram nodded. Holding their ice-cream they sat down on a nearby bench.

 

Yuuri watched Wolfram enjoy his ice-cream, his eyes closed, his tongue darting out lick the melting mass, teeth scrapping the cold surface. Yuuri had noticed earlier that Wolfram loved sweets. Yuuri grinned and shrugged when, after Yuuri stared at him for a long time, a questioning gaze appeared on Wolfram's face.

 

“How is it that you hate milk but love ice-cream…?” Yuuri wondered. He leaned to his ice-cream to catch a white droplet that was trying to escape and make its way to Yuuri's jeans.

 

Wolfram frowned at his ice-cream. Yuuri thought that he should have never asked that - maybe Wolfram didn't know what ice-cream was made of. He was relieved when after several seconds Wolfram's features relaxed, and Wolfram continued to enjoy his ice-cream.

 

“There's a not a very pleasant story to that,” Wolfram said after some more time. “I had a nanny. I'm not sure how old I was then…five? …Six? I did use to drink milk at the time and quite liked it. But there was one time I refused to drink it for my breakfast.” Wolfram frowned at his ice-cream again. “Well, okay, I realize I was a spoiled and hardly bearable brat, but I hadn't expected her to grab me by my hair and just force me to drink it…”

 

Yuuri's brows furrowed, his face contorting in disgust, but then he flushed red in shame - he had done the same thing after all. “And what happened later?” he asked softly, his gaze fixed on Wolfram.

 

“Kyota has never had a decency to knock…” Wolfram smirked at his ice-cream. “He walked in on us - me spluttering and her yelling at me. A second later she was screaming for someone to put the fire in her hair out while Kyota was chasing her all over the castle,” he chuckled. “I remember running after them, wishing I too were able to summon the fire element… I remember that it pissed me off somewhat, not being able, that is…” he chuckled again, licking at his ice-cream. “Later, my mother fired her, but I still hate milk,” he finished.

 

Yuuri was silent for some time. “Wolfram, do you still love me?”

 

Startled, Wolfram's gaze met Yuuri's. He didn't exactly understand why Yuuri had asked that so suddenly. Or maybe he knew - all he had recently been talking about was Kyota. But Yuuri himself asked him to tell.

 

Yuuri felt the silence stretch, the humming sea of people around him disappearing somewhere in the distance, behind his acknowledgement. He suddenly felt like everything would depend on Wolfram's answer. And then he realized that it did, and it made his throat dry and his palms sweaty despite the coolness of ice-cream in one of them. And Wolfram was still silent, staring somewhere at his feet, his ice-cream forgotten.

 

“And what does it matter?” Wolfram shrugged finally. But it was rather a statement than a question.

 

Yuuri stared at Wolfram who, not raising his eyes to Yuuri, continued eating his ice-cream. “What do you mean by “what does it matter”?” he grunted out.

 

“Yuuri, I'm going to marry Kyota. You don't need to worry about it anymore,” Wolfram said calmly, finishing his ice-cream. He still hadn't looked at Yuuri even once.

 

For some reason he had expected that. All signs had been showing that it was going there. “Say WHAT?!” he couldn't help shouting. “And just when was THAT decided?!” Yuuri couldn't help the surge of anger and disappointment that washed over his entire body. They just couldn't have decided that without his knowledge!

 

“Just twenty minutes before I rolled off that damn slope,” Wolfram said, looking around for something to wipe his hands on.

 

Yuuri suppressed a discontented snarl. He hadn't asked that. “You know, that was cheap, Wolfram. Cheap and stupid what you did! Plotting behind my back! Running off to Kyota as soon as I leave! Did you even think before doing that?!”

 

Wolfram stayed mute. Of course he hadn't and of course he was at fault here, so he just kept silent. Even if it burned him, he decided to let Yuuri's ridiculous accusation about plotting pass. But Wolfram's silence got on Yuuri's nerves even more.

 

“What the hell were you doing, running off like that?! Do you know what commotion it would be if someone got wind of this?! Or maybe you do want that?! -Demonstrating yourself like this! Is this your goal?!” he snarled motioning at Wolfram's neck where of course nothing was seen already.

 

The thin aggravated string in Wolfram's chest snapped with a loud whiff. For the first time during Yuuri's rant, Wolfram's flashing with emerald eyes rose to meet the blazing dark ones. “Fuck off.”

 

Yuuri inhaled deeply in a shocked fury at the calm response. “And you say this to me after you…” he hissed, shaking in anger. “Watch your mouth!”

 

Wolfram's eyes dilated. “Watch your fucking mouth yourself!” he yelled. “Watch what fucking nonsense you are spewing! If I wanted to compromise you or myself, I'd have fucked Kyota on the dinner table during your birthday party in front of all the guests, you damn fool! But no! -I had been running after you like an idiot for almost two years while you have constantly been making a fool out of me! And then you go off heck knows where, and I, almost insane with pain, go to the only friend who can understand and help me, and all I get from you are accusations! Okay, I made a mistake, and I'm sorry for that! But this is ridiculous, these accusations of yours!” He was already standing, Yuuri having also stood up as not to be at the lower position on the bench.

 

“Understand and help you?!” Yuuri spluttered in outrage. “That's how you understand friendship?! -There were HICKEYS all over you! Don't talk to me about friendship!” Yuuri snarled at Wolfram's face.

 

Several more minutes later, there was a circle of people gathered around them. They didn't understand the language the two were arguing in, but the atmosphere was charged enough to seem that the two would resort to force.

 

“Nothing happened between us, okay?!” Wolfram shouted back. “And besides how is it your fucking business with whom I sleep?! Last time I checked, you didn't give a fuck!” The obvious resentfulness was heard in his loud voice.

 

“Nothing happened?!” Yuuri growled in fury. “Who do you think I am?! -An idiot?!” His aggravated scream was carried through the store: “Hickeys don't appear from nowhere!”

 

“You are a fucking wimp, this is what you are!” Wolfram yelled at the top of his lungs.

 

“I'm not a wimp, you stupid asshole!” Yuuri waved his hands around frantically.

 

“Go fuck yourself!”

 

“Will you stop cursing already?!”

 

“Make me!”

 

Yuuri's majutsu crackled around him as some of the last droplets fell into the already overflowing glass of his patience. “I'll sooo make you!” he threatened.

 

“Just fucking touch me, and I'll beat the shit out of you!” Wolfram yelled, grabbing at his side where his sword usually hung. Finding only air, an enraged growl tore out of his throat. He would have given anything to be able to wield his fire element on this piece of crap of a planet! “Damn wimp! So now you feel bold when I am not able to use my fire element! Is that why you have brought me to this stupid Earth?!”

 

“How many times do I have to tell you that I didn't bring you here on my will?!” Yuuri roared, his powerful majutsu gathering all around him. He got a little confused when Wolfram quieted. But Wolfram wasn't looking at him, instead he was looking at something behind his back, his gaze wild.

 

“Yuuri, there's water leaking all over the ceiling, and there's ice-cream floating behind your back,” Wolfram informed him. “And now a bottle of lemonade is flying our way… Power down immediately.”

 

Baffled, Yuuri whipped his head around. Jars of vanilla, strawberry, mint and chocolate ice-cream tumbled to the floor right behind him while people were gaping. A loud thud of the lemonade bottle hitting the floor followed later. After a second they all - Yuuri, Wolfram and by-passers - turned to look in the direction of the water raining all upon the floor from the ceiling. How did it get up there anyway?!

 

“I think we need to get moving…” Yuuri muttered stepping away from the mess he had caused. He looked at the blond to find Wolfram watching him with a weird gaze. “What?”

 

“You have serious problems with controlling your power. You do realize that, don't you?” Wolfram asked, grabbing his bag with his present for Gwendal from the bench. He sided to Yuuri, the two of them walking away quickly, further into the store. “Might it be part of the problem of the ability to control all four elements? Are you losing it?”

 

They rounded a corner and went into the first shop they saw, just to wait for the bedlam they had left behind to end. While the shop assistant was trying to talk an elderly lady to buy a necklace that looked too big and too cumbersome on her, they pretended to be immensely interested in the jewelry behind the glass showcases.

 

Yuuri shrugged. “Don't think so - it was only my water element after all. More likely it was simply being pissed off than anything… I don't really think or am able to control my emotions then,” he muttered. “The same happened when we got sucked into that lake. -I got angry, lost the plot, and the next thing I knew there was a swirl and we were here.”

 

From the corner of his eye, Yuuri followed the security personnel and staff running the way he and Wolfram just came from. Yuuri stood in front of Wolfram while Wolfram ducked his distinctive blond head to the stall with the showcase in front of him. Yuuri felt bad for making so much fuss and damage but was also sure that he didn't want anyone knowing that it was him who made the ice-cream fly… He would never see the end of this, then.

 

Wolfram got quickly tired of looking at the bracelet in front of him. He rubbed his forehead, annoyed and sighed, “So it seems first you need to learn to open the gates between the worlds, so then you'd probably be able to cancel it off or at least control it if something similar happens next time…”

 

“Probably,” Yuuri agreed nodding. “I'll have Murata teach me. It wasn't really possible when I wasn't able to use my power without losing myself and letting the original king control my actions, but now it should work.”

 

“But it was at least safer…”

 

“Aren't we done being cynical today?” Yuuri glared at him, the rage renewed - it was Wolfram's fault anyway that because of his anger his water element was slipping out of control! “I bet Kyota would have enjoyed sex on the table in front of my guests!”

 

Wolfram stared at Yuuri in disbelief. He couldn't believe Yuuri brought this up. It had been stupid of him to say that but Yuuri returning to that was just unbelievable.

 

Yuuri continued to glare at Wolfram while the blond was just looking back at him silently.

 

“I'm not going to argue with you anymore,” Wolfram said finally.

 

“And why is that?” Yuuri snarled. The thought that Wolfram ignoring him was even worse than arguing with him crossed Yuuri's mind.

 

“There's no point in that, after all,” Wolfram shrugged. “I don't understand why we are arguing anyway - I've already apologized! If you don't accept my apology, then there's nothing I can do anyway.”

 

Yuuri bit his lip before he could say anything. Wolfram was right of course. But it was not the apology he wanted from Wolfram. He was just unbelievably frustrated because of Wolfram's announcement.

 

“Fine, your apology is accepted, and we won't return to that,” Yuuri muttered, forcing himself to calm down. “Let's leave the store,” he said after a minute. Wolfram nodded, and they left the jeweler's.

 

In the hall, there was still some of the staff walking to and fro with brooms and buckets in their hands. They passed several stores until Yuuri saw something he liked.

 

“Hey, let's check this one,” Yuuri tugged Wolfram into the perfume store. “I want to buy something for you too. Your birthday is after a month and I figured I should use the opportunity. I think you'd like some perfume. You always use some…”

 

Wolfram's brow cocked at him. Instead of a smile, Yuuri was presented with a frown.

 

“You don't like my perfume?” Wolfram's voice was low and dangerous.

 

Yuuri frowned back at him. “Why do you always think the worst?”

 

“Recently I don't even know what to think!”

 

“Don't start again…” Yuuri growled. “I'm trying to be nice!”

 

Wolfram rubbed his hurting forehead. This was giving him a horrible headache. “I'm sorry. Thanks. Let's just buy something and leave here.”

 

Yuuri nodded, and they started browsing through the various perfumes until Wolfram chose one bottle he particularly liked, and then they turned to one of the shopping centre exits.

 

TBC