Voiceless

Title: Excuses and Merchandise

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings:

Summary: They’ve returned from their date, and maybe with a few more things than Yuri had bargained for. But why does he have to carry it all?! Oh well, at least Wolfram is happy…right?

Chapter Number: #17

Author Note: Sorry, the updates which were once fast will begin to slow now. University has begun again, work is back on. This all means less time to write. Fear not, I don’t plan on going on hiatus, but I don’t plan on producing more than one or two chapters a day.

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“I thought you were just going out for lunch, Yuri,” Conrad said as he held the door open for the Demon King who looked more like a pack mule than anything else. Wolfram shuffled in after him, carrying a mere book in his hands that he was reading contentedly while walking.

“We stopped at the market,” Yuri said, making his way down the hall, a bit more than just simple agitation making its way into his voice.

He carried the immensely large sac to Wolfram’s room where he allowed it to tumble onto the bed, spilling its mixed contents on top of the muddled sheets.

“Think you got enough things, Wolfram?” Yuri asked, sitting down amongst the scattered contents and picking up a book.

“You kept asking me if I wanted something so I got the things I wanted,” Wolfram said, closing the book he was reading and tossing it onto the bed. “I was waiting for you to cut me off, but I guess you’re even too great a wimp to do that too.” Yuri glowered at him, but was too fatigued to keep the expression on his face. Perhaps walking wasn’t the best idea he had had. They’d even come home too late for dinner.

The maids said that they were going to bring the leftovers to Wolfram’s room, so the two just waited there until the meal came. The two began sorting the contents without really paying attention to the fact that they were doing it. There was a pile for books, a pile for clothes, a pile for knick-knacks, and a pile for whatever junk Wolfram had decided he wanted on an impulse. Each item moved made Yuri wonder how stiff he would be in the morning after carrying it for the hour walk home.

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When their dinners came, a mere soup in a large bowl, they sat on the floor, neither willing to walk another step to locate a table. The two glowered at each other over the tops of their bowls, Yuri because of Wolfram’s refusal to carry any of the things he bought except for the book that he read on the way back, and Wolfram simply because Yuri was glaring at him.

It was a bit refreshing, Wolfram decided, eating two of the day’s meals alone with Yuri, without even Greta to disturb them. He’d intended to drag out the trip (unsure as to why), but not nearly as long as he had. His feet hurt as well as his back, which was odd because he considered himself to be in good shape, but assumed that he must’ve overestimated himself.

Yuri finished long before Wolfram, and surprised the blonde demon by staying with him until he, too, was finished with his meal. If he had been expecting Yuri to stay around longer, he would’ve eaten slower. Perhaps Yuri would find him to be difficult, but could he be blamed? It wasn’t often that he got to spend time alone with Yuri. Entirely alone. Was it so wrong for him to drag it out? To make it last longer? To buy more things than he needed just to spend more time at the shops? To make Yuri carry it just to slow him down? To be overly specific about restaurants to make them journey farther away so that the returning walk would be longer?

Could he really be blamed for it? Perhaps. But would Yuri blame him? That was the real question, and he didn’t feel that Yuri would ever hold it against him. If anything, the demon king might call it…cute.

“How are you feeling, Wolfram?” Yuri asked as he walked, grudgingly, with Wolfram back towards the kitchen with the soul purpose of dropping off the soiled bowls.

“Fine, why? Do I look sick to you?” Wolfram scowled at him and Yuri groaned.

“No.”

“Then why bother asking such a stupid question?”

“I’m just worried about you! Don’t get so defensive!”

“I’m not being defensive, you wimp!” Wolfram pushed his bowl into Yuri’s hands and crossed his arms. Yuri looked at it annoyed.

“Stop calling me that! After all the work I did for you today—”

“What, you regret it now? Thanks a lot!” Wolfram barked.

“No! I never said anything like that!” Yuri whined.

“Well I’m picking where we go tomorrow and we’re not walking! What a stupid idea that was.” Gwendal watched in silence as the two walked past him, arguing harshly, but in the controlled way that seemed to be the norm for them.

“So what do you have in mind for our date?”

“Dinner,” Wolfram spat. “And that’s all you need to know!” Yuri sighed, but didn’t argue.

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He hadn’t moved all of the stuff of his bed, that was enough of a reason to be here, right?

Wolfram stood at the foot of Yuri’s bed, Yuri who was sound asleep along with Greta. There was room in the bed for him, surly no one would notice. He would wake up early and get out of the bed before Yuri would be able to tell. He’d get up early and be out of the bed before the sun rose and Gunter came to wake him up.

He would wake up before Yuri.

He could sleep there. He could sleep beside Yuri. He wanted to, they were “dating”, not engaged, but it seemed to be the same thing. Yuri shouldn’t care anymore than he used to. It always bothered him to wake up next to the uninvited Wolfram, so it wouldn’t matter much, right?

Slowly, Wolfram slid onto the bed, placing his sheathed sword beside the bed and laid still until he was sure that Yuri was not waking. He then slid beneath the sheets and felt the warmth that he had known he had been missing since being disowned.

He felt safer there, even if the king was just a wimp who could barely fight with a sword. He felt safe, but he also felt uneasy and nervous. He pulled Greta closer to him and watched Yuri’s chest rise and fall until he was consumed by the darkness of the night.

It was alright to be there because he would wake up before Yuri and would leave before anyone would notice. But, of course, that didn’t happen.

~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: I apologize for the shortness, but the next chapter, the next date, will be done in more detail. I just didn’t want to drag out their experience of the day when what mattered, to me at least, was explaining Wolfram’s wonkey behavior.

Until Next Time

Alice Von Wonderland