Voiceless

Title: Suspicions

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings:

Summary: Yuri meant to go on a date with Wolfram, but he brings Greta along. But why? As a distraction? As a cover? Or are they up to something? Yuri is a bit suspicious.

Chapter Number: #20

Author Note: A bit of a lighthearted and cheery chapter that lacks anything traumatic or dramatic. A breath of fresh air.

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“Yuri! Can you and Wolfram take me into town with you today?” Greta asked, catching the two on their way out. It had been several days since their last date, and Yuri claimed to have a better one in mind, but when Greta’s eyes met his in a pleading manner and he looked to Wolfram for support, he found Wolfram crumbling to her will.

“I don’t see why not,” Wolfram said, offering the small girl a smile. She beamed up at him, grateful.

“Really?” She asked excitedly. “I can go?” Wolfram ruffled her hair before Yuri could make any movements.

“Of course!” Greta cheered and wrapped her arms around Wolfram’s waist. Yuri took several minutes to rethink his plans.

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She rode on Wolfram’s horse, which wasn’t surprising to Yuri. Wolfram had just returned to interacting with the rest of his family on a normal level three days previous, and it was obvious that she’d missed his attention.

While they chattered with each other, often excluding Yuri and whispering secrets to one another, the Demon King was able to modify his plans better. He’d wanted to go to a more romantic restaurant that he’d been informed about by Gunter, but with Greta there he decided a casual place would work. He couldn’t bore her with a walk (or ride, rather) through the countryside, so perhaps she would enjoy a trip to the market.

Or maybe the two were forming plans that he didn’t know about. They had to be discussing something over there. Why else would both of them be giggling like that? Even Wolfram had flushed cheeks! They were both behaving like children, but that didn’t bother him as much as being out of the loop.

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Wolfram ended up choosing the restaurant, and Greta did not seem surprised and her excitement seemed a bit forced. Therefore, Yuri decided that they had to be scheming together. They sat on the opposite side of the table from Yuri and whispered to each other behind their menus or their hands, mischievous looks in both sets of eyes.

Whenever he prepared to question them he’d be either glared at, talked over, or, rarely, asked an odd question that left his disoriented and confused. He wondered what they were up to, but could think of nothing other than a surprise for him. Then, after not knowing what the plan could be and accepting that fact, he began to wonder when they had first begun planning.

They had a lot of opportunities over the past few days while Yuri was at work. Wolfram’s mornings were occupied with his troops and other things pertaining to his position, but after that he was free to plot with their young daughter.

But plot about what?

Plot to ruin his date idea? Plot to make a fool out of him? Plot to play a prank of him? Yuri had no clue and the possibilities seemed endless.

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When their meals came, Wolfram spent most of his time sharing his food with Greta while she shared hers with him. It reminded Yuri of his and Wolfram’s trip to the restaurant where he had gotten Wolfram to eat off of his spork, but these two used their own utensils.

“Yuri, try this,” Greta urged, pointing towards some of the food on her plate.

“Alright.” He began to reach his spork for it, but Wolfram distracted him.

“Yuri! Try this!” Wolfram pointed to something on his own plate.

“Just a second, Wolfram,” Yuri attempted, but it didn’t seem that anyone was listening anymore.

“I’m going to try something of yours too,” Greta chirped, reaching towards Yuri’s plate, her body hovering over her own plate of food.

“Yuri, here! Try this!” When Yuri opened his mouth to protest, he found the burning hot, bitterly flavored morsel shoved into his mouth. He had tasted worse, but he certainly had tasted better, and he had a strong feeling that Wolfram knew that too. But he was surprised that he could taste anything after having his tongue burnt so badly. He was surprised that he managed to swallow! “Did you like it?” Yuri’s eyes watered

“Try mine, Yuri!” With a shaking hand and a forced smile, Yuri stabbed a small piece of food from Greta’s plate and ate it slowly. It tasted better, at least what he tasted with his few remaining taste buds, and was definitely less hot. “Is it good?”

“What about mine, Yuri?”

“Yuri! Did you like it?” Their questions seemed to just swirl around and mix together into one unending inquiry until, somehow, Wolfram’s plate ended up spilling onto him. He let out a choked cry of what could’ve been pain or shock as the hot items fell onto his legs and inner thighs.

At first, Yuri had thought their actions had been part of a secret plan; after Wolfram burned himself, however, his suspicions lessened.

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Wolfram wasn’t burned badly, hardly at all compared to Yuri’s tongue, but he was in need of a change of clothes. At least a fresh pair of pants. They went to shops instead of the market, even though the prices weren’t as good. When Wolfram found a pair of pants that looked close enough to his original pair as possible, he purchased them without a second though and changed, placing his soiled ones into that pack on his horse’s back.

Greta claimed that, while they were at the store, she needed a new dress because one of hers had torn and Wolfram pushed her towards Yuri who ran off to a children’s clothes shop, leaving Wolfram unattended.

~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: I’m sorry that this chapter is shorter than the last one. I intended to make it longer, but I wanted to leave it on a cliff hanger note. I’ll consider this one of those chapters that just keep the plot moving.

Until Next Time

Alice Von Wonderland