Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Working out the Paradox ❯ Part 17 ( Chapter 17 )

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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 17

 

Yuuri couldn't comprehend how Wolfram could think that he had purposely left him at that centre. He had been running around that shopping centre and its surroundings, even the station until midnight, having raised all the damn security personnel and the police. He had tried to remember his stupid phone number and when that failed, he tried to contact his parents but nobody in the hotel they were at answered, then, almost mad with worry, he went back to Ransui and searched the train station there, then went back home and continued going crazy there. And only today, just an hour ago, he had finally managed to get a hold of his parents and get Shori's phone number. And Wolfram thought that he had left him purposely?!

 

Not stalling any further, Yuuri pushed past Shori and went into the living room. Noticing him enter, Wolfram stood up from the sofa he had been sitting on.

 

“Your Majesty,” he bowed.

 

Yuuri glared at him. “Quit with that. Sit down.” He frowned even more when Wolfram seemed in a hurry to sit down as if…

 

Yuuri approached Wolfram and stood opposite him. “Shori said you thought that I had purposely left you…” Yuuri waited for confirmation or denial but Wolfram didn't say anything, and after searching the prince's face Yuuri realized that it was exactly as Shori had said. Disappointment and anger welled up inside him and then anger won.

 

“For fuck's sake, Wolfram!” Yuuri hissed down at Wolfram. “I got stuck in the elevator! We had to wait for more than one hour to get out of it! And you immediately assume that I got rid of you! How can you even think that?! How can you think I'd do that to you?! Wolfram?!” he hissed at the silent boy again. “Wolfram, look at me!”

 

Wolfram raised his head. “I'm sorry,” he offered a tentative smile to Yuuri.

 

Yuuri was about to snap again as… The smile puzzled Yuuri. There was nothing genuine in it. He had expected Wolfram to be relieved, rejoiced or at least feel foolish for thinking that about him, but there was none of this. Wolfram didn't believe him. He didn't know why, but Wolfram thought that he was lying! That infuriated Yuuri even more.

 

Ready to shake the life out of his fiancé, Yuuri grabbed Wolfram by his shoulders. He suddenly felt numb when Wolfram started and shielded his face with his arms. Slowly, Yuuri removed his hands off Wolfram's shoulders. His heart beating madly in his throat, he sat down on the same sofa next to Wolfram who lowered his hands back to his lap. Wolfram was afraid of him. Wolfram had thought he was going to… He had never ever hit Wolfram. Except that engagement slap. He had never ever hit Wolfram…

 

“Wolfram?” Yuuri's voice, hoarse with tears, breached the silence. “What the hell has happened to…us?” He rubbed his forehead fervently when Wolfram kept silent.

 

“There is no “us”,” Wolfram said after a long pause.

 

“Ah,” Yuuri's shoulders slumped, “concerning that… I wanted to speak to you.”

 

“There's no need; I'll sign all the documents you wish calling off the engagement. Kyota and I…”

 

Yuuri gritted his teeth. “No, that's exactly why I wanted to speak with you,” he shook his head. “I don't want to call off the engagement. Actually I'm thinking about really marrying you.”

 

Instead of expected joy, there was fury on Wolfram's face. The next second Yuuri thought that his head got knocked off his shoulders. Wolfram's enraged emerald eyes flashed at Yuuri's sprawled form on the ground, and then the blond was gone.

 

Shori's head shot up at the sound of running steps then the door was slammed so hard that the glasses and windows rattled. He quickly walked over to the living-room to find Yuuri cradling his jaw, a trickle of blood running down his split lip.

 

Shori groaned, “What now? What did you do now?” He squatted next to his still dazed brother. “And where the hell did he run off to?”

 

“Get him back,” Yuuri muttered, standing up and wincing as his head started pounding; Wolfram's right hook was incredibly heavy. “He might get lost again.”

 

Shori stood up, sighing. He quickly changed his slippers into sneakers and went to look for Wolfram. After roaming around for about fifteen minutes he finally spotted Wolfram several houses away, sitting on his neighbor's front lawn. Wolfram was hugging his knees, his chin resting on them.

 

Shori walked over. “What happened this time?” he sighed. He decided to just leave out all the formalities. He sank down next to Wolfram when the blonde kept silent. “Well, I do understand that you are angry because of that happening, but he said that it had just been a misunderstanding. I don't think that you should have punched him…”

 

“I'll kill him next time!” Wolfram snapped, his eyes flashing with emerald fury. “To marry…” he snickered. “Can you believe he is mocking me?!”

 

Shori rubbed the bridge of his nose then pushed his glasses up with his index finger. “I don't think I follow you, Wolfram…”

 

“What's there not to follow?!” Wolfram snarled in his agitation. “He said he wanted to marry me! The bastard!”

 

Shori stared at Wolfram for some time then rubbed the bridge of his nose again. “He said that?” he asked to be sure. “I think he meant that, Wolfram,” Shori said after a pause after Wolfram had nodded. Well, he wasn't that surprised - he did get that impression yesterday, but to marry - wasn't Yuuri rushing too much? And if Yuuri really had said that, Yuuri really was an idiot - he should have waited until Wolfram got over the first shock. Silly chit.

 

Shori shrunk back as Wolfram's burning eyes set on him. He knew now what Yuuri had meant by “fiery” - Wolfram was ready to strike him, too.

 

Shori waved his hands about, trying to say something about the misunderstanding as Yuuri appeared from behind the corner. Shori exhaled, relieved, deciding to leave Yuuri to explain the whole thing to his own fiancé, especially having in mind that he wanted to hear if what Wolfram said was true

 

Yuuri, still rubbing his jaw, approached them. Wolfram glared at him then turned his back to Yuuri demonstratively, stood up and wanted to walk away.

 

“Wolfram, wait,” Yuuri groaned, grabbing the blond by his arm. “I was serious. I'm not trying to make a fool out of you. I'm completely serious. And I'm sorry it took me that long…” he said to Wolfram's back. “I'm really sorry. Sit down now, please, okay?” he tugged Wolfram back. “We need to talk, badly.”

 

Wolfram stayed up but after several seconds he turned around. Yuuri saw that Wolfram wasn't that sure what he was talking about. He tugged Wolfram closer to himself.

 

“I don't want to break the engagement, Wolfram. It's fine as it is. I think I'm really in love with you.” He embraced Wolfram firmly as something akin to tears passed over Wolfram's face. “I'm sorry I didn't tell you that earlier, as soon as we came to Earth… I'm really a wimp, aren't I…?” he pressed his cheek to Wolfram's. Through his own deafening heartbeat Yuuri could feel that of Wolfram's, the mad beat shaking the blond's whole frame against his. His hold on Wolfram became even firmer, his arms rumpling and creasing the shirt on the prince's back. Wolfram was so…warm. And…Jesus, what an idiot he had been…

 

Yuuri got a bit anxious as the silence lasted a little too long. He thought that Wolfram might have felt faint, but it didn't actually seem like it - the blond stood on his own legs, his arms still awkwardly bent at the elbows and pressed to Yuuri's chest just the same as Yuuri had pressed Wolfram to himself.

 

“Wolfram…? Say something...?” Yuuri pushed the prince a little away from him to see the blond's face. What he saw there, worried him greatly. “Wolfram…” Yuuri let go off Wolfram and stepped away. He tried to smile tentatively. “No, seriously, Wolfram…”

 

“I'll fucking kill you!” the blond roared. “A whole year! No, two years! This whole time you've been driving me insane! You…you…wimp!” Wolfram shrieked at Yuuri's face, reaching at his side where usually his sword hung. After discovering that there was no sword, he yelled, “You Wimp! I hate you! Who the fuck wants to marry you, anyway?!” he tried to draw his majutsu but it also failed him. “You idiot! Playing with me the whole time! Who the fuck do you think you are?! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you so much!” he screamed, balling his fists. “To marry you?! Go fuck yourself, you bastard!” Wolfram's fist rose.

 

From the place he had been sitting and watching the whole ordeal, Shori jumped to restrain Wolfram. He held Wolfram from behind but was quite surprised to discover that Wolfram was much stronger than he looked and almost threw him off, at the last second he managed to adjust his hold on the prince.

 

“Wolfram, Wolfram, calm down,” Shori increased his grip on the prince's arms as that didn't cease his struggling. “Shhh… Wolfram, it's okay, he…”

 

“It's not O-KA-YYY!” Wolfram screamed, furious, trying to get Shori to let go of him. “Yuuri, you…wimp! Let go of me, you…you…wimp's brother! Let go!” he yelled, thrashing in Shori's hold.

 

Shori looked at his little brother who was now ten meters away from Wolfram, watching his fiancé cautiously. “Couldn't you just have waited until he dealt with yesterday's shock and THEN finished him off with your damn love declarations?!” Shori hissed at his brother. “Don't you ever think, Yuuri?!”

 

Distressed, Yuuri just gazed back at the two scuffling men. He hadn't thought of that, honestly. He just thought that he'd tell Wolfram that he loved him and that everything would just go swift and smooth, Wolfram throwing himself on his neck. He hadn't expected Wolfram to freak out as he had. It was all his fault.

 

Yuuri approached the two. From behind Wolfram, Shori was giving Yuuri a quite worried look. Yuuri ignored it. Now he was just in front of the hissing Wolfram, and simply grabbed the blond in a fierce hug. With his head, he indicated Shori to let go of Wolfram.

 

“Okay, it's okay. You can beat me up later if you wish. I'm sorry, Wolfram. I'm such a shitty fiancé…” Yuuri's hold on Wolfram was not wavering even as the blonde tried to hit him with his fists on his sides and stomach. Yuuri's arms slid up Wolfram's back soothingly, and his right hand buried in Wolfram's soft hair to press Wolfram's head to his shoulder. “I'm so very sorry, Wolfram, for making you go through all this…”

 

Yuuri could feel Wolfram trembling against him, his struggling lessening, until there was none, Wolfram leaning completely into him, burying his face in his neck, his ragged breathing slowly calming down until there were only soft puffs against his skin.

 

“I'm sorry for doing this to you…” Yuuri said softly again. It occurred to him that he was doing an unbelievable amount of apologizing lately. Then it meant that there was something wrong with his behavior, it seemed. He brushed his hand over Wolfram's hair. “But it's okay now. Everything will be fine. Nothing to worry about,” he muttered into Wolfram's ear soothingly. He tugged at the blond's hair gently to raise Wolfram's head from his shoulder. He became a little nervous again as the sea of green engulfed him, but this time it was different kind of nervousness. He felt himself break into a sweat.

 

Trembling with nervousness, Yuuri closed his eyes. Tentatively, he pressed his lips to Wolfram's. Past this, he wasn't sure what to do and was unbelievably relieved when Wolfram took over the initiative, the blond's full lips moving against his, nibbling softly.

 

Okay, that wasn't bad, Yuuri decided. It didn't feel bad, and if he weren't that nervous it would probably feel good. Then Yuuri squeaked, his eyes snapping open when Wolfram's tongue pushed past his lips and met his teeth while demanding entrance. Wolfram's hands moved up to the back of his head and tugged at it none too gently. Wide-eyed, Yuuri gasped, and Wolfram was in.

 

What, what? What?! Wait, wait! Too fast, too fast, too fast! Yuuri's brain screamed, feeling Wolfram's tongue touching his, their saliva mixing. Wolfram was amused when Yuuri's palms actually pressed against his chest and started twitching, Yuuri not being sure if he wanted to escape or engage in further activity. It seemed he was advancing too fast for Yuuri's taste. He had to convince Yuuri to try responding. Even though Yuuri had claimed, and not only once, that he had no experience in these things, he had not really believed and expected his fiancé to really be THAT inexperienced.

 

A shiver of that weird kind ran down Yuuri's spine when Wolfram opened him fully, the tongue staking its claim, the kiss still awkward but fierce and finalizing. Dizzy, Yuuri thought that he could feel Wolfram smirking against his mouth. Out of habit he thought about acting angered, but then the thought simply faded. After all, this was exactly what Yuuri had wanted and seen in his dreams… Fire and water had finally meshed.

 

“C'mon, you two,” Shori shifted from one foot to another while Wolfram was ravishing his brother. “Yuuri, old Mrs. Brown is almost falling out of her window watching you two, and Mrs. Loran, on whose lawn we are currently standing, seems to be calling the police…”

 

XXXXX

 

Wolfram was woken by the sunrays that started peeking through the not drawn windows. He blinked at the bright light, then threw one hand over his eyes to shield them. It took him several moments to grasp his surroundings: a leg thrown on him and soft breathing next to him, the warmth beside him. He closed his eyes again to gather his thoughts and not to dispel the wonderment.

 

He didn't remember much from yesterday. Most of it was like in a haze. He remembered waking up late, way after midday, then Yuuri came to Shori's flat and then it was just one big blur: Yuuri angry, then he was angry, then Yuuri telling that he loved him, then both of them kissing…or maybe it hadn't happened in that order… Later Shori had driven them to Yuuri's home, Yuuri not leaving his side even for a moment. Already at home, Yuuri had given him the same T-shirt to dress in, and the two of them had gone to sleep.

 

Wanting to make sure this was indeed real, Wolfram turned around to face Yuuri. Yuuri's lip was split and swollen. Wolfram thought that now the two of them were matching each other, but deep down he couldn't find remorse for hitting Yuuri.

 

“Morning,” Yuuri muttered still half-asleep, awakened by Wolfram's shifting in the bed. “What time is it?” He rubbed his eyes.

 

Wolfram shrugged. He didn't really understand the time measurement in Yuuri's world - there was something off with it. Yuuri raised his head over Wolfram's shoulder to look at the clock on his bedside cabinet. It was half past eight.

 

Still staring at the clock, Yuuri put his chin on Wolfram's shoulder. “Are you okay, Wolfram?”

 

“I'm fine.”

 

“I'm glad; you scared me yesterday… I even thought about calling our family doctor…”

 

“…”

 

“Wolfram?”

 

“Umm?”

 

“Is everything okay between us now?”

 

“If you haven't suddenly decide to retract the words you said yesterday, it is,” Wolfram sighed.

 

“Okay.”

 

“Okay?”

 

“Okay,” Yuuri nodded against Wolfram's shoulder, the fabric of Wolfram's T-shirt rumpling and rubbing against Yuuri's chin.

 

“Yuuri, you are an idiot.”

 

“I know,” Yuuri shrugged. “But you do love me, don't you?”

 

Wolfram rolled his eyes at Yuuri's pajama covered side. He inhaled the scent wafting from Yuuri. There was some uncertainty in Yuuri's words. Yes, he supposed Yuuri wasn't that sure what to think after he had said that he was going to marry Kyota.

 

“Yes, I do.”

 

Yuuri was silent for some time. “I want it to be over between you and Kyota,” he said then, still not looking at Wolfram. “I don't mind him visiting you or the opposite, but no more of that funny stuff like hickeys or anything similar. You are my fiancé, and I won't tolerate anything suspicious.”

 

Wolfram averted his eyes away from Yuuri's side and concentrated on the wall opposite him. “I told him that… I was sure you'd call off the engagement after you returned. I've promised to marry him. It's going to be a bit complicated now.”

 

“I don't care about that, Wolfram,” Yuuri's voice was stern. “You had to wait for my decision, but you didn't, so now it's your problem how you twist your way out of it. The fact is that you are my fiancé and I'm not letting you go. I don't care if you'll have a row with Kyota because of that. And if he were that stupid as to challenge me, he'd need a hospital.”

 

Wolfram turned over onto his back to stare at the ceiling, Yuuri raising his head then sitting up and looking down at Wolfram.

 

“I wish you had been that possessive earlier, then I wouldn't be stuck in this situation now…” Wolfram muttered, brushing several blond locks off his face. “But I don't get it… What made you suddenly realize…? I mean, I had lost all hope that you'd ever…”

 

Yuuri shifted and returned to lie on his back, too. He wasn't all that sure how he was going to explain it - he didn't really understand it himself. “The problem was,” he started, “that in a sexual sense, I really did consider you a substitute for a woman and nothing more. Only much later did it finally get to me that it was quite the opposite… And that…that…” Yuuri flushed bright red as after his stammering Wolfram turned his head to look at him. “I think I… I think that I have… There's something off with me…” he finally muttered.

 

“Off?” Wolfram turned to his side to stare at Yuuri's flushed face. “What do you mean “off”?”

 

Yuuri didn't think he could turn any redder. “I started having dreams about… And actually…” Yuuri turned away from Wolfram to face the wall.

 

“What?” Wolfram asked. “I didn't hear. Say it again?” He frowned when Yuuri only muttered something under his breath again. “Stop mumbling, Yuuri.”

 

“Of you taking me, alright? I had dreams of you fucking me! Happy now?!”

 

“Uh…” Wolfram blinked at Yuuri's back for some time, not sure what to say. “You don't need to be that flustered - it's perfectly normal. It's not a problem, really. There's nothing off with you with wanting that. But it's quite a…shift, I'd say… Then what was that babbling about you not liking guys overall…?”

 

“I still don't like them,” Yuuri muttered. He was glad that Wolfram wasn't laughing at him. “Have no idea how it happened that you... for some reason… I have never comprehended it might be the other way around… That I might really think and like the idea of the other guy…well…”

 

“You really are an idiot,” Wolfram commented after a pause. “And when did you…understand that…don't know…”

 

“When I saw you on the battlefield. The strength and resolve I saw in you…”

 

Wolfram lay in the stunned silence, his eyes locked on Yuuri's back. “Seriously?”

 

“I realized you were more of a man than I am. And… I don't know…something started changing then…”

 

“Oh…”

 

“The whole time while traveling with Yozak I was only getting more and more confused about the entire thing. Then Yozak's friends came along.

 

“One time Armano was talking some nonsense about how he imagined my fiancé, and I…I just snapped telling him that you are not the kind who are fragile or talk funny or wave their hands about in those funny gestures…or cross-dress… And… Yozak's other friend, Kadira, looked at me… It was such a…weird look. I thought he knew exactly why I was so…mad. He probably didn't know a thing, but in my head it was probably then when I finally admitted to myself that I liked you more than a friend and exactly why I liked you even though you were…are...a guy…” Yuuri stopped, silent. “I…don't know… I don't understand it myself.” He shrugged then. “But feelings never obey logic, so I think it's…fine as it is, isn't it?”

 

“Well, actually I think you've managed to clear that up pretty well…” Wolfram said. “You know,” he started again after a short pause, “I didn't think I'd ever tell that to anyone but…you think too good of me…”

 

Yuuri finally turned around to face Wolfram. “I don't think so. I…” he blushed brightly after meeting Wolfram's eyes.

 

Wolfram chuckled at Yuuri, his hand reaching out and dipping into Yuuri's hair to dishevel the dark strands. “You are so cute,” he chuckled. He sighed remembering that Kyota had called him the same.

 

Yuuri frowned. “I'm not. I'm… I'm just not used to this.”

 

Wolfram retracted his hand and chuckled again, “Yeah, that's fine. I think I prefer you this way, all flustered. Sadly, I know that it won't last long,” Wolfram shook his head, his smile wide.

 

“Wolfram?” Yuuri turned to lie on his back again to avoid contact with Wolfram's eyes.

 

“Mmm?”

 

“Did you and Kyota… You know…?”

 

Wolfram was considering pretending that he didn't understand what Yuuri was talking about and make Yuuri even more embarrassed, but then decided to clear this once and for all. “I didn't lie to you. It had been close but we didn't have sex. Ever. I know it sounds unbelievable, but it's how it is. Kyota is more of a gentleman than you think,” he chuckled.

 

Yuuri frowned. His head rose to look at Wolfram. “But Kyota…”

 

Wolfram raised his hand to silence Yuuri. He shook his head. “Whatever you think there was between us, it isn't quite like that. It's true that we did…some stuff but… our relationship wasn't THAT close… true that he wants more, but I… Let's say I rather consider him my older brother than…a potential lover.”

 

Yuuri listened intently. He suppressed whatever displeasure arose within him while Wolfram was talking about Kyota. He could understand Wolfram. And he could understand Kyota. But that didn't mean he liked the relationship between them, especially, when Kyota was pressuring Wolfram to marry him. And he knew it was not the end of it yet - Kyota didn't seem the type to give up easily.

 

“Let's make something to eat,” Yuuri yawned finally. He winced as his split lip protested the wideness. “You could have knocked my teeth out. You have a very heavy right punch…” he muttered, complaining.

 

“I know,” Wolfram sniggered. “I do have enough practice, you know. Lately it's the only thing I do.”

 

Yuuri only rolled his eyes. He shifted to the rim of the bed. “You should get more concerned about your state of mind, then.” He looked around for his slippers.

 

“I think you are the one who should be concerned about yours,” Wolfram clicked his tongue at Yuuri's back, smirking. “I can still see that ice-cream flying…” Laughing, he successfully ducked the pillow that flew at him.

 

“And whose fault was that?!” Yuuri glared. “Fine, fine,” he raised his hands, giving up as soon as a dangerous spark appeared in Wolfram's eyes - Yuuri knew it would be some time before the topic would be a safe one and Wolfram would forgive him for those two years of misleading, pushing him away and silence.

 

“Well, at least now I know why you were that pissed,” Wolfram sighed, rolling off the bed and looking for his slippers, “and also why the hell the arguing matter was so weird and why you kept bringing up Kyota and sex into it…”

 

Yuuri's cheeks painted slightly pinkish. He just nodded silently. “What do you want for breakfast?” he asked, turning around to look at Wolfram from the doorway.

 

Wolfram shrugged and followed Yuuri. “Anything will do.”

 

“Take a shower, then, and meanwhile I'll rustle something up,” Yuuri nodded.

 

“I'll also need something to change into,” Wolfram motioned at his T-shirt. “I've soiled the clothes you gave me earlier.”

 

“Don't worry about that,” Yuuri shook his head, climbing downstairs, Wolfram following him. “I'll find something.”

 

Wolfram was splashing around in the bathroom while Yuuri was hustling in the kitchen. He switched the kettle on, looked into the fridge, formulated a plan, then went upstairs again to find something for Wolfram to wear, came back and started making sandwiches. Soon Wolfram was out of the bathroom, dressed and went into kitchen-living-room. He watched Yuuri's final touches on the sandwiches then held Yuuri down after he put the plate with them and a mug of tea on the table in front of him and Yuuri wanted to go to the bathroom.

 

“Eat with me? You can take a shower later…”

 

Yuuri faltered then nodded. He sat down next to Wolfram, reaching for a sandwich, then his eyes settled on the bruises on Wolfram's face. Without any further thought he reached out his hand to Wolfram's face to start spreading the healing majutsu over his blackened eye and still a bit swollen lip. He smiled as at first Wolfram leaned away from him in unexpectedness then relaxed and let him do as he wished.

 

“What happened to you? Shori mentioned something about some people attacking you, but I didn't really catch up with that…”

 

“I didn't know how to use the phone and asked this guy to call Shori, but he took off with it. So I ran after him to the place where his friends were having a party. We scrimmaged a bit.”

 

Yuuri shrugged. “Ah well, no big deal, I'll buy a new phone. I'm just glad that you're okay,” he pushed the blond locks farther to reach the slight cut near Wolfram's temple. His fingertips trailed gently over the cut. “Don't ever do that again, okay? It was just a phone after all.”

 

Wolfram snickered, swatting Yuuri's hand away. “And you're really a wimp alright. As if I'd ever let some Human lowlifes win over me!”

 

Yuuri leaned back into the mauve couch, taking a sandwich with him. So Wolfram had won the fight. He suddenly felt proud but angered at the same time. “Your pride won't give you much when you're dead.” He sighed as Wolfram's defiant eyes burned into his. “Actually I have thought about talking to the King of Earth about giving you permission to use your fire element on Earth - I think it would be much safer for you, then.”

 

Wolfram felt pleased and upset at the same time. “I don't need fire element to deal with these lowlifes,” he bristled, taking a good bite of his sandwich.

 

“Maybe. But it would make me feel much calmer about your security. Don't be such a prick, Wolfram. I know you well enough to tell that you feel vulnerable without your power. You are good at sword-fighting and, obviously, at hand-to-hand combat, but you're simply used to your element.”

 

For some time Wolfram didn't say anything then nodded. “Fine.” He took his mug to sip the tea.

 

“Are your hands okay?”

 

Wolfram let go of the mug and looked at his palms. “Yeah, your brother took care of it,” he nodded after seeing only a few almost healed bruises. “It seems he's better at it than you…” he mused, taking his mug again. “And I wonder why fire element wielders are not able to create healing majutsu…”

 

Yuuri reached for another sandwich, interested. “Really? I thought it was only you…”

 

Wolfram frowned at him. “No. For some reason the ones who wield fire are not able to create any healing majutsu. Most successful at it are water and earth wielders. The ones who use air element have troubles with it, too - some can create some very low level healing majutsu, but usually it's not even worth using…”

 

The doorbell rang loudly, the annoying sound echoing in the rooms, Wolfram jumped and spilled his tea all over the table. Yuuri only sighed. He got up from the sofa and ran into the kitchen then threw a towel to Wolfram. After that he went to open the door.

 

“Asami?” Yuuri looked at his classmate after opening the door. “Hey, watcha doing here? Wanna come in?”

 

“Who the hell has adorned you like that?” Asami stared at Yuuri's swollen and split lip. As far as he knew there were not many guys who could take Yuuri one on one. He had seen Yuuri fight only one or two times, and Yuuri was never the one to start the fight and he hadn't much experience in it, but Yuuri exercised a lot, and his right hand was heavy from swinging the bat all the time which helped him quite a lot.

 

“My fian…” Yuuri stopped himself before his tongue could slip. “Wolfram.”

 

“Wolfram? Who is Wolfram?”

 

“Ah, he's my friend; we have just gotten into a little spat, that's it.”

 

Both of Asami's brows creased in surprise but he didn't comment. “I tried to call you, but it seems that your phone is switched off. Ransui's team is having a friendly match with Kalari's team. Just several hours left until…” Asami lost his voice for several seconds as a blonde swam into his vision. Even despite a slight bruise on his eye and a bit of a swollen lip… Where the hell did Yuuri get a bishounen from? And why was the blonde wearing Yuuri's clothes? So this one was Wolfram? Seriously? “…until…until the game starts,” Asami finally finished, staring at the blonde behind Yuuri's back. “I heard the tickets are really cheap. Want to come?”

 

Yuuri turned to look at Wolfram. “Want to go to a baseball match? You know the basics of the game anyway,” he added. “This city is playing against the other.”

 

“Is he asking you out?” Suspicious, Wolfram observed the boy against him. “Sure I want to come,” his smile passed Asami like a whip.

 

Yuuri rolled his eyes. “Okay. Just get my mobile phone, will you? I have to warn Shori that we are going out.”

 

TBC