Yuri's Secret

Yuri’s Secret
Sequel to: “Wolfram’s Bruise”
Written by: Chochowilliams
Crossover: Gravitation
Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Summary: There is a part of Yuri’s past that Wolfram knows nothing about.
Chapter Summary: Yuri gets some advice from Eiri.
Warning: drama, fantasy, language, m/m, Yuri/Wolfram
Insert: Shuichi and Eiri from "Gravitation"
A/N: Thank you to Lisseo8, Xzanayu, primaaryet, Shakuya Rei, Geminirose, Evadne Aillil, Rika Toshiro, ELENIOFME, Badger-Chan, lilgurlanima for your reviews. If I forgot anyone, I apologize. I always love hearing from you guys. You push me into finishing my stories.

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Chapter 4: Yuri’s Forth Secret

Thirteen Years Ago - Boston, Massachusetts, USA

It did not seem the rain was going to let up anytime soon. It was coming down in torrential sheets now. From his hiding place under the slide, the sound of the rain was almost deafening. His teeth were chattering. His back was beginning to cramp from shivering. The pretty white dress his mother dressed him in this morning was soaked through and clung to him. Yuri hugged his arms tighter around himself as a chill breeze blew across the deserted playground. It shifted the direction of the rain. The harsh drops were suddenly slamming like thousands of little needles into his face. He cried out and averted his face away.

Maybe he should go home. Coming out today had not been a wise decision. He was nearly frozen to the bone. His stomach was so empty it was trying to devour itself. Not to mention that Kojiro was nowhere in sight. Where was he? He said he would be here. Maybe he should wait a little while longer just in case he decided to show up? He did not want to leave and then have Kojiro show up and he not be here. Kojiro might not want to play with him again if he thought he did not keep his promises. No. He would wait. Kojiro would be here. He would.

Yuri sneezed violently.

He just wished he had brought his yellow rain slicker.

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Present Time - Covenant Castle

Wolfram’s enraged cry could be heard throughout the entire castle. The flock of dwarf Tori birds that had just recently returned to their roost in the tree outside the castle walls squawked their annoyance and took flight into what had started out as a calm, peacefully morning here in the Great Demon Kingdom.

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In his office, a vein pulsated dangerously in Gwendal‘s forehead. His grip tightened around the black quill. Once again, he was stuck doing the backlog of paperwork that had piled up when the great and powerful Demon King had fainted. He snorted in derision. There should be no need to put those words together in the same sentence. Demon King. Faint. How…how…embarrassing! It was ridiculous; ludicrous; preposterous; absurd! What if their enemies found out? They would be the laughing stock of the…the...of the entire planet! Nobody would take them serious again!

Gwendal heaved a heavy tired sigh. This was his lot in life apparently; to clean up after the misadventures of his King. Was he being forsaken by the Great One? Was that it? Was it punishment for something he did in a past life?

“Definitely,” he muttered as he scrawled his name at the bottom of yet another document.

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Not a single one of his men so much as blinked when the sound of their Prince’s infuriated scream echoed out of the castle. Conrart chuckled as he parried one of his men‘s moves easily. There was never a dull moment. He wondered what His Majesty did this time?

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In the sunroom, Greta raised her head from her schoolwork. “Huh? Was that Wolfram?”

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Having been put down for their afternoon naps, Rey and Seraphina lay sound asleep in their twin cribs in the nursery. Neither so much as twitched at the sound of their mother’s irate cry.

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“Now, Lord Bielefelt,” Ken tried to pacify the Prince as Wolfram stared down at the empty bed in the hospital wing of Covenant Castle.

“Where did that wimp go this time?” Wolfram bellowed.

“Shibuya just had a few things he needed to-”

“I don’t give a flying boney’s ass what he had to do,” Wolfram interrupted the Sage. “Where. Is. My. Husband.”

Ken sighed heavily. “Earth.”

“What?!”

“Like I said-”

“Shut up,” Wolfram snapped angrily at his husband’s best friend. “Damn that wimp! Just wait till I get my hands on him!”

Ken chuckled nervously as Wolfram stomped away mumbling angrily to himself and levying what could almost be considered treasonous threats against the Demon King. He did not envy Yuri in the least.

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Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Japan

Yuri sneezed violently.

He wondered if they had discovered he was missing yet. After that stunt he pulled several months back where he‘d used his powers to teleport himself from that torture session to his bedchamber, he had received quite a tongue-lashing from both of his brothers-in-law.

If they only knew, he thought with an amused chuckle.

At least he had been able to intervene in the punishment that had been handed down to his poor Black Knights for losing their charge. Thank the Great One for that. After all, it had been his fault that his personal Knights had lost him. Nothing they could have down would have stopped him from abandoning his hellish fitting session. So instead of being discharged or executed (which has been known to happen in extremely rare cases), they had just been suspended for a short period of time. Now he was never left alone. Ever. He had only himself to blame for that.

His expression turned sober.

Wolfram was going to murder him when he learns that he left without telling him, but he needed some space. He needed some peace and quiet in order to think. Coming to Earth was the only place where he could have that solitude because it was the one place that his Black Knights never accompanied him. Yet. Though he had the feeling that that might change in the near future.

A childish squeal captured his attention.

Across from where he was lounging on a bench was a rocky ledge water fountain made of some sort of red stone. Water splashed down the numerous tiers to land in a lighted pool at the base. He smiled wistfully as he watched several small children splashing around illegally in the water.

Leaning his head against the back of the bench, he stared blankly into the pristine blue sky and exhaled noisily.

Truthfully, he was not sure how he wound up here. This public park in Chiyoda was not that far from where his parents resided in Minato, but just the fact that he could not remember how he had come to be here should have sent up warning flags, but his mind was a jumble of thoughts and emotions that there just wasn’t any more room.

He had promised himself that he would tell Wolfram everything about that dark period in his life, but he just…Wolfram was not going to judge him or abandon him or blame him. He hoped. It was something he had to believe. If Wolfram ever left him, he was not sure what he would do.

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A date. A date. He had a date. If this was a dream, he did not want it to ever end. Heaving a content sigh, Shuichi gazed up at his new husband dreamily. Husband. He giggled gaily. That had a nice ring to it.

From the corner of his golden hazel eyes, Eiri glanced down at his lithe baka. The corner of his lips twitched.

With his arm tucked through that of Eiri’s, Shuichi hummed happily as he and Eiri strolled through the park together.

He took in the park that was crowded with people as it usually was during midday on the weekend. This was the same park where he met Eiri on that fateful night years ago, the same park in which they had exchanged vows not too long ago. Sometime in the near future (if he had his way), this would be the same park where they brought their children.

Through the crowd of black haired, dark eyed Japanese, a familiar figure caught his attention. He grinned. Pulling his arm free of Eiri’s he darted off, vanishing into the crowd and leaving Eiri to blink after him.

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“Yuri!”

At the sound of his name, Yuri was jerked out of his thoughts. Sitting up, he searched about curiously as to who the person with the set of lungs was. Yuri was such a common enough name nowadays that there was no guarantee that he was the one being addressed. It was like that back when he was in middle school. Someone would shout, “Yuri” in the hallway and about a third of his classmates would answer. Granted that they were all girls, but it was the principle that mattered here. He was not aware of anybody who lived here in the ward of Chiyoda who might know him anyway. Besides, the only people who knew he was here were back in the Great Demon Kingdom. He would say that only Ken and Wolfram knew, but knowing his husband’s big mouth, it was a guarantee that the whole castle knew by now.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spied a blur of pink mixed among the sea of black. Before he could do anything more than blink, something came barreling into him from out of nowhere. It slammed into him, knocking the wind out of him. He was sent tumbling off the bench and onto the ground. It was a good thing that the grass was so soft.

“Baka,” barked a harsh, deep voice over him.

What the heck just hit him? A semi?

Just as suddenly and unexpectedly as it appeared, the heavy weight vanished and he was able to breathe again. Rolling onto his side, Yuri coughed. He winced when a jolt of pain slashed through his chest. He wondered if he broke a rib.

“You okay?” the voice asked him.

“Yeah,” Yuri sighed. He raised his head to find a large pair of amethyst eyes mere centimeters from his own. With a surprised yelp, he tumbled backwards to land sprawled out flat on his back.

There was a giggle above him followed by a heavy sigh.

“Idiot,” mumbled a voice. “Must you?”

“Must I what?”

There was a sigh again. “Never mind.”

Wincing, Yuri pushed himself up into a sitting position. “Ow,” he muttered. Cautiously this time, he pried open an eye. Two figures came into focus. One was on the shorter side with dyed pink cotton candy colored hair. The other one was close to six feet tall with dirty blond hair. He recognized them immediately. Obsidian eyes flew open in surprise. “Shuichi. Eiri. What‘re you…?”

Shuichi giggled. “Hey, Yuri. What’s up?”

“Uhm, nothing, but…what‘re you doing here?”

“Here.” Eiri reached out and helped the boy to his feet. “You okay?”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks.”

“We live here,” Shuichi answered.

“Really? I never knew that.”

“Well, here in Chiyoda, not here as in here in the park,” Shuichi explained.

Eiri rolled his eyes. He reached out and gave Shuichi a good slap upside the head.

Shuichi yelped out. Tears sprang to his eyes. “What the hell?”

“Sorry bout the brat,” Eiri apologized to his cousin-in-law. “He’s a little hyper.”

“Oh, no. It’s okay.” He was actually used to his cousin’s antics by now.

“Hey! Yuri! Yuri! Guess what?”

“What?” Yuri turned towards his cousin.

Shuichi stepped forward. His violet eyes sparkled. He held out his left hand.

Yuri noticed a second thinner plain gold band alongside the 24 karat engagement band on his cousin‘s finger.

“We finally got married,” Shuichi gushed.

“Wow! Congratulations!”

Shuichi opened his mouth to tell Yuri all about the beautiful ceremony that they had gotten permission to hold here at his and Eiri’s park, but before he could utter a single word, Eiri spoke up.

“So, Yuri. What brings you here?”

Yuri’s face fell. He shoved his hands in the pockets of the jeans he had changed into when he first arrived back on Earth and shrugged listlessly. He studied the grass carpet under his sneakers.

Shuichi’s face in an instant became serious. Giving his husband a meaningful look, he linked his arm with Yuri’s and steered the younger man aside.

Yuri blinked. “Shuichi? What-?”

“I stopped by the other day, but Aunt Jennifer said that you weren’t there.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry.”

“Hm. That’s okay. Say, did Wolfram come with you?” Shuichi asked, changing the subject so quickly it left Yuri with whiplash. “And what about the babies?”

Yuri shook his head.

“Too bad,” Shuichi pouted. “Next time. Got it?” He poked a finger in Yuri’s chest for emphasis.

Yuri chuckled. “Sure thing.”

As the two of them strolled arm in arm through the thick throng of people, silence stretched between them.

Wolfram would like it here, Yuri decided. There was lots of shade from all the tall leafy trees. Many of the trees, if not all of them, had been donated by various committees and organizations. There were so many that they had created a sort of pseudo-forest. There was numerous flowerbeds with a wide variety of flowers from all over the world. A path wound around the manmade pond located in the center of the park. Once a week there was a free concert here. Married couples used the beautiful scenery as a backdrop for their wedding photos. Every once in a while, a wedding ceremony would even be held here.

“Did you talk to him yet?”

The sound of his cousin’s voice startled him out of his thoughts. “What?”

“Wolfram. Did you, ya know, talk to him?”

“Oh.” Yuri understood what Shuichi was trying to ask. “Well, yeah…sorta.”

Shuichi hummed. “You can’t put it off forever.”

“I know.”

“I wonder,” he heard Shuichi mutter.

“Shu-?”

Shuichi released Yuri’s arm. “Wait here,” he commanded and then he was off.

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Eiri was lounging in comfortable silence on the bench his idiot husband’s cousin had been sumo slammed out of by said idiot husband. He took a drag of his cigarette. The tip glowed eerily. Tipping his head back, he exhaled a steady stream of grey smoke into the air. He watched in fascination as the light breeze took hold of it. Closing his eyes, he stretched his arms out along the back of the bench.

“Yuki!”

His eyes snapped open.

“Yuki!”

He knew it had been too good to be true.

“Yuki!”

He swore that Shuichi had something against silence. Maybe it was a phobia.

“YU. KI!”

Now that he partially deaf…

“You better not be ignoring me Eiri.”

It’d serve you right, he thought to himself.

“Eiri Uesugi.”

Eiri sighed. “What?” He turned his head to the side.

Shuichi was kneeling besides him on the bench, a deep scowl on his face, but as soon as Eiri graced him with his attention, a grin wiped it aside.

Bi-polar much? Seriously. When Shuichi remained silent, Eiri waved his hand. “Yes? Was there something you wanted or do you just like the sound of my name?”

Shuichi snatched the mobile hand and stood up.

“What are you doing?” Eiri asked his lithe baka calmly when Shuichi began tugging on his hand uselessly.

Sometimes Shuichi did not like the fact that he was such a weakling. “I need you to talk to Yuri.”

Eiri cocked his eyebrow. “And I need to do something like that…why?”

Shuichi stopped the futile attempt at trying to budge Eiri off the bench. The larger hand clasped within his, he hung his head and tried to gather his thoughts. “You’re the only person who may know what he’s going through.”

“What? Being married to an idiot?” Eiri teased.

Usually that would elicit some sort of reaction, but not this time.

“Please. Eiri,” Shuichi pleaded in a deadly calm and serious voice that he ever rarely showed. He lifted his head and locked gazes with that of his husband‘s.

Eiri sighed. There was that look again. Damn him to hell and back. “Fine, but not here.”

Shuichi grinned. “Thanks, Yuki.”

He was so whipped.

---TBC---