FIC: 1 Up - Chapter 2: Saralegui's Revenge
Title: 1 Up - Chapter 2: Saralegui's Revenge
Author: batty_gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: T
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram and Saralegui
Word Count: 1354
Fic Type: Chaptered
Fic Summary: Wolfram and Saralegui play games with each other, with unexpected results and fallout. Shinou tactics, chemical provocation, passive-aggressiveness, manipulation and other dirty tricks are used to bring each other down. Wolfram and Saralegui.
Chapter Summary: Saralegui gets his revenge on Wolfram for the prior incident in a way that changes Wolfram's life forever.
All Chapters (Fic is Completed): 1 Up: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
1 Up - Chapter 2: Saralegui's Revenge
Saralegui's normally calm composure was long shot down, and he was so angry he couldn't see straight.
He simply couldn't believe how that Bielefeld brat had gotten the better of him. Him, of all people! He was the one that was supposed to be doing the getting, if anyone. The situation between the two should have been reversed - with him getting Wolfram von Bielefeld in trouble with his beloved Maou instead of being the one totally humiliated and villainized.
And how humiliated he was! Caught making out with the Maou's fiancé. By the Maou and said fiancé's scary brother. And, he still couldn't believe that he had let Wolfram temporarily seduce him enough that he would even be in such a situation.
He brought his fingertips to his lips, and remembered how the Bielefeld brat had looked at him with those seductive green eyes before claiming his lips. He remembered how soft those lips were even though the kiss itself was hard. His body tingled in the places where Wolfram hand lightly caressed him.
He reeled over how it had all been an act.
Who knew that the Bielefeld brat could be so sneaky? That, when threatened, could easily match wits with someone who was a master of deceptive tactics and backstabbing. Saralegui, even through his anger, had to hand it to Wolfram; it was a gloriously evil move. One that he would store away and modify for his own use in the future.
However, admiration for his rival's power play aside, he simply couldn't let him get away with showing him up and humiliating him in front of so many people.
Saralegui had just the plan to show Wolfram how it was done.
Wolfram von Bielefeld was completely bored. Another party, and another horde of women (and men) showing up and doing their best to gain the interest of the Maou.
His Maou.
Or so he wished.
Wolfram looked over to his fiancé, who was eating up the attention of the overdressed ladies in the ball. He knew he could go over and end it all by either pulling Yuuri away by his ear, or simply glaring at the women until they got the message to step off.
However, he simply didn't feel like it, for some reason.
Wolfram turned to walked away from the festivities, and came face to face with King Saralegui.
“Well, look who it is. Lord von Bielefeld. How nice it is to see you,” Saralegui said, sweetly.
Wolfram internally sighed. He had a feeling that his exchange with Saralegui wouldn't be a simple 'hey' and 'bye'. “Why, hello to you. Fancy meeting you here,” he replied, equally sweetly.
He watched Saralegui look over his shoulder in Yuuri's direction, and tensed up. He knew very well that his rival hadn't forgotten their previous encounter, and Wolfram fully expecting him to pull something.
“Judging by how many women surrounds your beloved Maou, and that look of annoyance you had on your face when I first saw you, I take it things haven't progressed between you and he?” Saralegui said, his voice completely absent of malice.
Wolfram felt himself getting angry, but refused to show it on the outside. “Well, love doesn't happen overnight,” he said, politely. He had a feeling that Saralegui would attempt to make him lose his cool, and he refused to play into his hands.
“You're right. Sometimes it takes weeks, months, or even years, as is in your case.”
Wolfram internally seethed, but remained silent.
“How many years have you been engaged to the Maou? Three? That's a long time of loving someone who obviously doesn't feel the same for you.”
Wolfram felt himself starting to crack, but continued to hold it in. “Well, I didn't always love him. It took me some time to even like him, even when I showed otherwise. And I'm certain he has feelings for me as well, even if he does try to deny them so hard. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm not feeling too well.”
It wasn't an excuse. Wolfram really was starting to feel physically ill - and he couldn't keep his thoughts straight. He chalked it up to the stress of having to deal with Saralegui's inflammatory remarks.
He nodded as he brushed past Saralegui, who raised an eyebrow.
“Do you want me to inform your beloved Maou that you aren't feeling well? Surely he can pull himself away from those lovely women he's so entranced with to check on his unwell fiancé.”
Wolfram paused in his steps. He did everything in his power not to visibly shake with the anger he was feeling.
He straightened his face, and turned back towards Saralegui. “That won't be necessary. I'm pretty sure I'll feel better once I get some fresh air.”
He was about to turn away, but Saralegui's next words struck the nerve that hurt him the most.
“It's a pity, Lord von Bielefeld, that you are not a woman. Your beloved Maou would be all over you if you were, the same way he's all over those ladies. Sad that he won't ever love you simply because of what is in your pants, and what is not on your chest. Your epic love comes down to something as simple, and unchanging, as that.”
The fallout that happened after that would be talked about for years to come.
Before Wolfram knew what he was doing, he had grabbed Saralegui by the neck and was choking the life out of him. Several people screamed, and strong arms came around Wolfram's waist in an attempt to pull the man off of Saralegui.
“Wolfram, what are you doing!” Yuuri exclaimed as Conrart finally managed to pry his hands from around Saralegui's neck.
“Get off of me!” Wolfram bellowed, enraged. “I'll make him pay for his words.”
“I don't know what he said to you, but this is unacceptable behavior!” Gwendal scolded.
Yuuri, who had caught Saralegui when he fell back, was livid. “Why do you always have to be so violent, Wolfram? It was completely unnecessary for you to do this, no matter what he said! I'm sick of you acting like this.”
Yuuri's words came at the worst time. Wolfram was so angry that he was beyond reasonable conversation. “Sick of me? Sick of me acting this way? Well I'm sick of how you act, too! I'm sick of you blatantly disrespecting our engagement. I'm sick of you flaunting your hussies-” he flailed his hand around in the direction of the ladies that had been surrounding the Maou earlier, whom gasped and indignantly clutched their pearls at his remark “-in front of my face when you're supposed to be engaged to me! But most of all, I'm sick of loving someone who can't see past the fact that I have a dick!”
Everyone in the room was stunned silent at his words. Wolfram took advantage of Conrart's momentary shock and pushed the man off of him. He stomped over to Yuuri and Saralegui, who was still coughing and trying to catch his breath.
Yuuri put himself between Wolfram and Saralegui, which prompted him to laugh. “Don't worry, Yuuri. I'm done with him, for now,” he said, his voice eerily amused. “And I'm done with you too.”
Before Yuuri could say anything, Wolfram ended his engagement to the 27th Maou with a punch to the face.
As Saralegui watched as the others fawned over the knocked-out Maou, he cheered himself on mentally. His plan had worked far better than he thought it would. He had intended to get the Bielefeld brat so riled up that he would attack him and anger the Maou, but getting Wolfram so mad that he ended his engagement? That was a plus.
It was so worth the bruises that were already swelling on his neck.
“Come, Beries,” he rasped out. He discreetly put the cap on the small bottle of pheromones that had enticed Wolfram into flipping out. ”Our work here is done.”
Author's notes: This is the revised edition of 1 Up. Next Chapter: Wolfram and Saralegui exchange some rather interesting letters.
Author: batty_gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: T
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram and Saralegui
Word Count: 1354
Fic Type: Chaptered
Fic Summary: Wolfram and Saralegui play games with each other, with unexpected results and fallout. Shinou tactics, chemical provocation, passive-aggressiveness, manipulation and other dirty tricks are used to bring each other down. Wolfram and Saralegui.
Chapter Summary: Saralegui gets his revenge on Wolfram for the prior incident in a way that changes Wolfram's life forever.
All Chapters (Fic is Completed): 1 Up: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
1 Up - Chapter 2: Saralegui's Revenge
Saralegui's normally calm composure was long shot down, and he was so angry he couldn't see straight.
He simply couldn't believe how that Bielefeld brat had gotten the better of him. Him, of all people! He was the one that was supposed to be doing the getting, if anyone. The situation between the two should have been reversed - with him getting Wolfram von Bielefeld in trouble with his beloved Maou instead of being the one totally humiliated and villainized.
And how humiliated he was! Caught making out with the Maou's fiancé. By the Maou and said fiancé's scary brother. And, he still couldn't believe that he had let Wolfram temporarily seduce him enough that he would even be in such a situation.
He brought his fingertips to his lips, and remembered how the Bielefeld brat had looked at him with those seductive green eyes before claiming his lips. He remembered how soft those lips were even though the kiss itself was hard. His body tingled in the places where Wolfram hand lightly caressed him.
He reeled over how it had all been an act.
Who knew that the Bielefeld brat could be so sneaky? That, when threatened, could easily match wits with someone who was a master of deceptive tactics and backstabbing. Saralegui, even through his anger, had to hand it to Wolfram; it was a gloriously evil move. One that he would store away and modify for his own use in the future.
However, admiration for his rival's power play aside, he simply couldn't let him get away with showing him up and humiliating him in front of so many people.
Saralegui had just the plan to show Wolfram how it was done.
Wolfram von Bielefeld was completely bored. Another party, and another horde of women (and men) showing up and doing their best to gain the interest of the Maou.
His Maou.
Or so he wished.
Wolfram looked over to his fiancé, who was eating up the attention of the overdressed ladies in the ball. He knew he could go over and end it all by either pulling Yuuri away by his ear, or simply glaring at the women until they got the message to step off.
However, he simply didn't feel like it, for some reason.
Wolfram turned to walked away from the festivities, and came face to face with King Saralegui.
“Well, look who it is. Lord von Bielefeld. How nice it is to see you,” Saralegui said, sweetly.
Wolfram internally sighed. He had a feeling that his exchange with Saralegui wouldn't be a simple 'hey' and 'bye'. “Why, hello to you. Fancy meeting you here,” he replied, equally sweetly.
He watched Saralegui look over his shoulder in Yuuri's direction, and tensed up. He knew very well that his rival hadn't forgotten their previous encounter, and Wolfram fully expecting him to pull something.
“Judging by how many women surrounds your beloved Maou, and that look of annoyance you had on your face when I first saw you, I take it things haven't progressed between you and he?” Saralegui said, his voice completely absent of malice.
Wolfram felt himself getting angry, but refused to show it on the outside. “Well, love doesn't happen overnight,” he said, politely. He had a feeling that Saralegui would attempt to make him lose his cool, and he refused to play into his hands.
“You're right. Sometimes it takes weeks, months, or even years, as is in your case.”
Wolfram internally seethed, but remained silent.
“How many years have you been engaged to the Maou? Three? That's a long time of loving someone who obviously doesn't feel the same for you.”
Wolfram felt himself starting to crack, but continued to hold it in. “Well, I didn't always love him. It took me some time to even like him, even when I showed otherwise. And I'm certain he has feelings for me as well, even if he does try to deny them so hard. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm not feeling too well.”
It wasn't an excuse. Wolfram really was starting to feel physically ill - and he couldn't keep his thoughts straight. He chalked it up to the stress of having to deal with Saralegui's inflammatory remarks.
He nodded as he brushed past Saralegui, who raised an eyebrow.
“Do you want me to inform your beloved Maou that you aren't feeling well? Surely he can pull himself away from those lovely women he's so entranced with to check on his unwell fiancé.”
Wolfram paused in his steps. He did everything in his power not to visibly shake with the anger he was feeling.
He straightened his face, and turned back towards Saralegui. “That won't be necessary. I'm pretty sure I'll feel better once I get some fresh air.”
He was about to turn away, but Saralegui's next words struck the nerve that hurt him the most.
“It's a pity, Lord von Bielefeld, that you are not a woman. Your beloved Maou would be all over you if you were, the same way he's all over those ladies. Sad that he won't ever love you simply because of what is in your pants, and what is not on your chest. Your epic love comes down to something as simple, and unchanging, as that.”
The fallout that happened after that would be talked about for years to come.
Before Wolfram knew what he was doing, he had grabbed Saralegui by the neck and was choking the life out of him. Several people screamed, and strong arms came around Wolfram's waist in an attempt to pull the man off of Saralegui.
“Wolfram, what are you doing!” Yuuri exclaimed as Conrart finally managed to pry his hands from around Saralegui's neck.
“Get off of me!” Wolfram bellowed, enraged. “I'll make him pay for his words.”
“I don't know what he said to you, but this is unacceptable behavior!” Gwendal scolded.
Yuuri, who had caught Saralegui when he fell back, was livid. “Why do you always have to be so violent, Wolfram? It was completely unnecessary for you to do this, no matter what he said! I'm sick of you acting like this.”
Yuuri's words came at the worst time. Wolfram was so angry that he was beyond reasonable conversation. “Sick of me? Sick of me acting this way? Well I'm sick of how you act, too! I'm sick of you blatantly disrespecting our engagement. I'm sick of you flaunting your hussies-” he flailed his hand around in the direction of the ladies that had been surrounding the Maou earlier, whom gasped and indignantly clutched their pearls at his remark “-in front of my face when you're supposed to be engaged to me! But most of all, I'm sick of loving someone who can't see past the fact that I have a dick!”
Everyone in the room was stunned silent at his words. Wolfram took advantage of Conrart's momentary shock and pushed the man off of him. He stomped over to Yuuri and Saralegui, who was still coughing and trying to catch his breath.
Yuuri put himself between Wolfram and Saralegui, which prompted him to laugh. “Don't worry, Yuuri. I'm done with him, for now,” he said, his voice eerily amused. “And I'm done with you too.”
Before Yuuri could say anything, Wolfram ended his engagement to the 27th Maou with a punch to the face.
As Saralegui watched as the others fawned over the knocked-out Maou, he cheered himself on mentally. His plan had worked far better than he thought it would. He had intended to get the Bielefeld brat so riled up that he would attack him and anger the Maou, but getting Wolfram so mad that he ended his engagement? That was a plus.
It was so worth the bruises that were already swelling on his neck.
“Come, Beries,” he rasped out. He discreetly put the cap on the small bottle of pheromones that had enticed Wolfram into flipping out. ”Our work here is done.”
Author's notes: This is the revised edition of 1 Up. Next Chapter: Wolfram and Saralegui exchange some rather interesting letters.