Voiceless

Title: Plan Revealed (?)

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: slight language

Summary: Wolfram’s and Greta’s plan is revealed…or is it?

Chapter Number: #21

Author Note: Many distractions while writing this chapter, including boys I once knew and aunts that never quit talking. Forgive me if there are errors. A shock within.

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Wolfram arrived at the shop where Yuri and Greta were picking out clothes, and Yuri saw that he was empty handed. Greta refused to purchase anything without Wolfram’s approval of the garment, and with his present they were able to leave.

“I like the pink dress the best,” Wolfram said, holding a blue and a pink dress on either of Greta’s sides. He moved the blue dress over her chest and then the pink one one last time before nodding and replacing the blue one. “Definitely the pink one.”

“But, Wolfram! That one looks like your nightgown!” Wolfram ignored Yuri’s comment and smiled at the worker who packed the dress and accepted the pay.

“Yuri, if we leave now we’ll be home in time for dinner,” Wolfram said as they stepped onto the street. “I don’t want them coming into town looking for us.” Yuri sighed and nodded. He had wanted to take Wolfram to dinner in the town as well, but it was obvious that Greta was becoming restless.

They mounted their horses, Greta still riding with Wolfram, and left from home. The two didn’t whisper to each other as much, and what conversations that they had, Yuri was included in. He liked it that way, but it did nothing to his suspicions. He felt that whatever they had been planning had already been done while in the city. That left him with time to wonder what it could have been.

There was the incident at the restaurant, but Yuri didn’t think that that was planned. There was the moment while Wolfram was alone changing into his new pants, but that was too short of a span for him to cause any trouble, so he assumed that it had to have been when Wolfram was alone while he and Greta had been shopping for a dress.

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He waited to catch hints of what Wolfram had done during their ride home and then over dinner. He thought that, maybe, it would’ve been easier for Wolfram to finish his plans if Yuri didn’t follow him around (rather than having Wolfram follow him around like always), but he was waiting for Wolfram to slip up and leave a clue.

He did not, so, after dinner, he asked Greta what they had been planning together while whispering. Wolfram, to Yuri’s displeasure, had slipped away with Gwendal, and Greta was sitting with him in his office.

“What do you mean, Yuri?” She asked, looking at him inquisitively.

“Come on, I know you and Wolfram were up to something. You can tell me.” He smiled brightly at her, but she did not budge.

“We were just talking about which restaurants would be better and things we could make you try.” Her cheeks flushed, and Yuri didn’t know if it was from shame or guilt. “We thought it’d be funny if we got you something made from nasty things and have you like them and not know.” She flushed harder and Yuri felt his stomach drop. What had they forced him to eat?

“What did you make me eat then?” He stammered. Greta shook her head firmly.

“Nothing! Wolfram and I decided not to! We didn’t want you to get mad if someone else told you.” She blinked, her eyes saddened. “Wolfram said he couldn’t risk having you mad at him. Why does he think you’re angry at him, Yuri? I thought you weren’t fighting anymore!”

“We’re not!” He stammered nervously. “I wouldn’t get mad at him for that, either. It would’ve been funny.” Greta didn’t seem to believe him and her eyes lowered to the floor. “Do you think I’m mad at Wolfram, Greta?” He asked her. She shook her head.

“I don’t know. You have to be if Wolfram is worried about it. Are you mad at me?”

“No!” Yuri exclaimed. “I’m not mad at anyone! Really! Do I look mad?” He asked, looking at his reflection in the shining desk. “If I do I’ll just change my face!” Yuri grinned widely and Greta looked at him confused. The conversation wavered and then changed before Wolfram arrived, telling Yuri that Greta should go to sleep.

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“But why is she sleeping in your room?” Yuri asked as Wolfram hovered over his desk. “I thought you said it wasn’t safe for her to be in your room.”

“She wanted to sleep there, was I supposed to throw her out?” Wolfram scowled and read over his shoulder.

“I guess not, but—”

“Can’t you do the rest of this tomorrow?” Wolfram asked bluntly. Yuri looked over the stack of papers. It was relatively small, but he felt that he should finish it before morning when it would quadruple in size.

“I don’t—”

“Come on. What’ll it matter?”

“Why does it matter to you? It’s my work!” Having Wolfram breathing down his neck was both annoying and intimidating. He would’ve done anything to get him to disappear as he had earlier.

“It’s late! Go to bed or you won’t wake up in the morning,” Wolfram said, grabbing the pen from Yuri’s hand.

“Hey!”

“Bed!”

“No!”

“Yuri! It’s almost midnight!”

“If you’re tired then go to bed yourself!”

“I don’t want to!” After several more minutes the conversation ended with Yuri’s submission and he went into his room and changed into his pajamas, preparing to sleep in his unoccupied bed. Greta was sleeping in Wolfram’s room with him, Yuri didn’t know if he found the emptiness a relief or not.

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He woke with Wolfram’s body looming over his. He’d had worse wake-ups, but that was at the top of the list. He didn’t have a comforting looking, or a sad look, or even a lonely look. Instead, he looked pissed off, and Yuri didn’t know why.

“What’s wrong with you?” He shouted, Wolfram sat down on the side of the bed and his face seemed to soften.

“You wouldn’t wake up and I was getting angry.” The only light was the moonlight from the open curtains. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to outline Wolfram’s form and the colour of his pink nightdress.

“What did you want me awake for? Did something happen?” Wolfram shook his head.

“No. I just wanted to see you, that’s all. Is there a problem with me wanting to see you?”

“But you left Greta,” Yuri said, looking over the empty bed.

“It’s alright, she’s safe.” Wolfram pressed his lips against Yuri’s, and the Demon King froze.

“How can you be sure?” He asked, pushing Wolfram away gently. Wolfram did not resist.

“Because the one who hurt me is right here.”

~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: A longer chapter, but not in the terms of number of words. I thought it did its job, and I was very distracted. Sorry for the cliffhanger.

Until Next Time

Alice Von Wonderland