Voiceless

Title: Just A Minute!

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: Ridiculousness

Summary: Can dreams become reality? Oh yes they most certainly can!

Chapter Number: #31

Author Note: Intended to be funny. You and I both know I’m bad at humor…Probably more stupid than funny, but aren’t you glad it’s not drama? It’s short and sweet and a nice interception.

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They were sitting at the lunch table after a peculiarly quiet breakfast. Not even Gwendal had anything to say, and Yuri was sure his rigid attitude wasn’t helping. He was still horrified after his nightmare, or dream, or whatever that nightly adventure could’ve been called. Every time Wolfram opened his mouth to speak at breakfast, anyone present could see how much Yuri tensed. After several attempts to make sound, but ending with silence after observing Yuri’s odd behavior, Wolfram attempted to say no more.

Lunch seemed to be carrying on in the same manner, only this time no one attempted to speak at all. Everyone just sat and ate, keeping their eyes on their plates. Even Greta was silent, and that made Yuri nervous. What was even more worrying than that? The fact that Wolfram seemed mildly distressed.

Yuri contemplated reaching a tentative hand to touch Wolfram’s beneath the table, but the fear that it would end exactly as his dream had caused him to restrain himself. Wolfram didn’t seem to notice the two weak attempts anyway. He was staring at his plate and eating slower than usual, but still at a normal rate. The normal rate for someone who didn’t like what he was being fed.

“Yuri,” Wolfram said as the meal neared its peak. He turned his green eyes towards Yuri’s, and his heart skipped a beat.

“Yes, Wolfram?” Yuri recited, getting an uncomfortable sense of déjà vu. He knew what came next, even before Wolfram could get half of the words out.

“You—”

“I love you,” Yuri interjected. Wolfram’s eyes widened a bit before dropping back down to his plate, his mouth closing and his attention returned to his food. A pale blush appeared on his cheeks.

After several moments of uncomfortable and constricted silence, Wolfram set down the spork he had been using and Yuri felt his face jerk into an awkward grimace. Wolfram darted his eyes towards Yuri’s face, a puzzled shimmer inside them, and began to speak.

“When—”

“Hold on just a minute, okay?” Yuri said, bolting out of his seat with enough force to cause it to fall over backwards. “Lady Celi, can you come with me for a minute? I need to talk to you.” The ex-queen’s face lit up and she rose gracefully from her chair as if she were in a play, waiting for her cue and finally taking the stage.

“Of course, your majesty. What do you wish to talk about?” She asked as she followed him out of the room. Yuri stopped at the door and looked back at Wolfram who was staring at him utterly bemused, or maybe it was horror in his face.

“Wait there, Wolfram. I’ll be right back. Just—wait, okay?” He didn’t give Wolfram time to answer before slipping out of the room with Lady Celi at his side. They slid down the corridor towards a sitting room where the former queen lounged over an under-stuffed and overly soft couch. Yuri took to pacing in front of the large window.

“So, tell me, your majesty, what’s this all about?” She asked in her usual, flirtatious tone. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you—about your engagement?” Something in her voice and the way she batted her eyelashes made Yuri feel that she was hoping that was the case.

“No! That’s not it at all!” He resumed pacing at a quicker speed, and Lady Celi watched him with the green eyes that mirrored her son’s. “I need you to tell me…what your people do at weddings.”

“Weddings? You’re already planning the ceremony? How wonderful!” She became overly elated, sitting bolt upright and beaming at him. “Did you know that I am a master at weddings? I did all the designing for my friends’ weddings and they all told me that I was the best.” Yuri had a feeling that they were saying it just to be nice.

“Well, what do you do at weddings? When it’s both guys?” The former queen giggled to herself in a way that made Yuri more uncomfortable than he had been at the lunch table.

“It’s exactly the same except for most of the time neither of the two wear a dress. And since you’re the king, that means that the entire kingdom is invited as well! How wonderful!” She began raving and ranting about all of the possibilities and about traditions that made his flesh crawl with second thoughts, but all he could focus on was a single thought: So much for a small and private ceremony.

It took Yuri nearly two hours before Gunter arrived and pried him away from Celi’s loving and Mother-in-Lawing arms. By that time Yuri was pleased to be going over complaints and propositions. However, as the hour neared the hour before dinner, he wasn’t sure if he would be able to wait any longer. He hadn’t even finished his entire meal because of Wolfram—wait.

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Wolfram was sitting in virtually the same position that Yuri had left him in. There was still an hour before dinner was to be served, and the king had yet to return. He wondered what the wimp’s problem was. He’d started acting strange in the early hours of the morning, and then he’d run out of the room dragging the ex-queen with him when all Wolfram wanted to do was ask when he thought he’d have the time to go out for dinner again.

~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: Hopefully it gave you a small chuckle. If not, forgive me. I tried. I thought it was funny.

Until Next Time

Alice Von Wonderland