Voiceless

Title: Date Night

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings:

Summary: Yuri wakes up before Wolfram, but does he let Wolfram figure that out? And what all unfurls during Wolfram’s dinner date? Is he any bit more romantic that Yuri? Well, at least they didn’t walk!

Chapter Number: #18

Author Note: I killed two bugs while writing this chapter. A gnat and mini spider. Both were in front of my screen. Yet I still attempted to make the chapter sweet and less irritating.

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When Yuri awoke early the next morning, he was bit more surprised than angry when he spotted Wolfram curled beside him; for more reasons than one. He was sleeping silently, not something common, and he was sleeping far from the edge when, usually, he was nearly falling, or already, off of it. Also, he slept curled rather than his usual, flailing position. He could tell by Wolfram’s clothes, his usual outfit, that he hadn’t intended to stay in his bed for the night, but knew by his position beneath the sheets that he had intended to rest there for at least a short while.

“He doesn’t want me to know he was here,” Yuri said to the pale morning light, and decided that he would pretend to be asleep so when Wolfram did awake, which seemed to be something that was nearing based on the sudden rapidness in his breathing, he would assume that he hadn’t been caught. It was what Wolfram wanted, and Yuri understood that.

He’d never been fond of having Wolfram in his bed, but this time, at least, it didn’t matter to him. He was sure that Wolfram had his own reasons besides simply being possessive. To Yuri, it didn’t seem right to force him to leave or to allow him to know that he’d caught him sleeping in the bed.

Yuri lay still with his back towards Wolfram and his eyes open. He didn’t feel like returning to sleep and he didn’t feel tired. His feelings were amplified when he heard Wolfram gasp and felt the sheets jerk. Yuri pretended to stir, closing his eyes and rolling onto his back; something he assumed a conscious person would not risk.

Wolfram watched him carefully and then turned his eyes down at Greta who made no movements besides slow and shallow breaths. She looked peaceful, and Yuri looked like a man clinging to unconsciousness. He waited until that look faded into contentment and then slid out from beneath the sheets and stepped onto the floor.

Or at least his foot had been aiming for the floor. It stamped on his sword instead and, on his wavering morning legs, lost his balance. He tried to keep his voice silent as his body pitched backwards, but couldn’t silence the loud sound his body made when it his the floor and the sword skidded across the floor.

He knew that there was no way Yuri would sleep through his noise, but it was probable that Greta would. Yuri was aware of that to.

He bolted upright and glanced over the wrong side of the bed and then towards Wolfram’s side where the blonde stared at him nervously.

“Wolfram!”

“I was just coming to wake you up, that’s all. Don’t start shouting.” He got to his feet slowly and picked his sword up off of the floor.

“What did you do, trip?” Yuri smirked slightly, but humor didn’t show in Wolfram eyes.

“As a matter of fact, yes, I did. Is there a problem with that?” He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at the Demon King.

“No, but it was a rather rude awakening,” Yuri said harshly. “Here I thought a battle was going on or something.” It was an odd exaggeration, but Wolfram didn’t seem to focus on that.

“Well if you weren’t so big of a wimp that you need someone else to wake you up we wouldn’t have this problem!”

“Don’t call me that!” Yuri’s plea for silence had been forgotten, and, at long last, Greta woke up.

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They left for Wolfram’s choice of dinner date, on horseback, two hours before dinner would commence, neither of them listening to Gunter’s complaint that there was serious work that needed to be done and that surly they could go out on another day.

It didn’t take as long to get into town, and Wolfram appeared to have the restaurant he wanted to go to in mind. No time was wasted on bickering over signs or anything of that sort, but Yuri could’ve commented on the location.

It was in one of the most crowded sections of town and the wait for a seat was almost longer than the ride to the establishment, however he didn’t comment and Wolfram didn’t seem to mind. The atmosphere, once seated, was quiet and hushed, but the atmospheres of the line and the streets outside were hustled and noisy. At least, Yuri decided as he sat down in the plushy seat, the seats were comfortable and he no longer had to stand.

“Is this place alright for you?” Wolfram asked after they had placed their orders. Yuri assumed that he asked it out of formality. What would happen if it wasn’t alright? Nothing. They couldn’t just get up and leave after ordering, and they both knew that Yuri didn’t want to stand any longer than he had to.

“Yeah, it’s really nice.” He offered Wolfram a smile, but didn’t get one in return. “It’s better than the place we chose yesterday for lunch.” Wolfram snorted.

“Well that’s not hard,” he said stiffly. Yuri sighed, but didn’t answer. Their conversation was stiff and formal until the food arrived and then some time afterwards as well. Yuri, not truly knowing what he had gotten, was pleased that it tasted good, even though Wolfram’s meal looked more appetizing.

“Wolfram, let me try something of yours,” Yuri said after their conversation routed into silence. Wolfram looked at him surprised.

“Something of mine?” He echoed, looking down at his plate.

“Here, try this.” Wolfram looked back up to see Yuri holding out a bite sized piece of food on the end of his spork. “Try it,” he pressed, moving it closer. Wolfram pulled back and looked at the others in the restaurant. No one looked back. “Come on, don’t be a wimp.” That seemed to work.

“I’m not a wimp!” Wolfram barked, and then ate the food off of the end of the spork. Afterwards, he timidly extended his own offering which Yuri took without even looking around to see if anyone saw. Wolfram did, however, and was glowering when their eyes met again.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked.

“Couldn’t you at least wait until no one is looking? It’s embarrassing!” Yuri shrugged his shoulders and continued eating off of his own plate. Wolfram, however, did not.

“Wolfram,” Yuri said, a bit annoyed, after he finished his own meal, bothered that Wolfram hadn’t continued after being “embarrassed”. “Please eat.”

“I’m not hungry,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest firmly.

“You know, you kind of ruin the mood,” he mumbled.

“Why? Because I don’t feel like eating anymore? Forgive me for being full!” He shouted, but as a whisper. Either way, eyes still turned in their direction.

“You like being difficult, don’t you?” Yuri said, refusing to argue. Wolfram picked up his spork and began eating once again. He began to notice the slow pace at which Wolfram did begin eating and made a connection. He was stalling, but Yuri wasn’t sure why.

Even if he ate his food one small bite at a time, he eventually finished and they had to leave. Wolfram paid the bill and they went back outside and began their ride back home. Apparently Wolfram didn’t have any other places in mind.

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Or perhaps he did. After they returned to the castle it was pretty late. Wolfram had taken his time at the restaurant, and Yuri didn’t give up the thought that perhaps he had intentionally picked the one with the longest line either. Once they returned to the castle, Wolfram aided him in avoiding work by taking him to a less traveled wing of the castle and into the tower there.

“I thought we could…look at the sky,” he said once they reached the room at the top. They sat on the floor against the wall opposite the large window and looked out at the constellations that Yuri didn’t recognize. He wasn’t aware, at the time, that they were Wolfram’s excuse to use his shoulder as something to lean on while he slept.

~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: I thought I would have this one end on a sweet note, and I made it a bit longer than the last two. I hope you enjoyed Wolfram’s idea of a romantic date.

Until Next Time

Alice Von Wonderland