FIC: 1 Up - Chapter 4: The New Wolfram von Bielefeld?
Title: 1 Up - Chapter 4: The New Wolfram von Bielefeld?
Author: batty_gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: T
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram and Saralegui
Word Count: 1617
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: Wolfram confounds people with his new behavior following the ending of his engagement. First part takes place during the letter writings of the previous chapter.
All Chapters (Fic is Completed): 1 Up: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
1 Up - Chapter 4: The New Wolfram von Bielefeld?
For the next few weeks after he ended his engagement, the people of Blood Pledge Castle walked on eggshells, scared that the newly single Wolfram von Bielefeld would go on the warpath.
When their fears were not realized, they became even more frightened due to what was really happening instead.
Wolfram was Sunshine. He was Happiness. He was everything Good, Heartwarming, and Loving.
In other words, he was everything that wasn't Wolfram.
When they observed him laughing with some of his troops, they were surprised. When he hugged Conrart out of the blue, they were shocked. When he playfully flirted with Yozak, of all people, they were alarmed.
However, when he volunteered to take Gwendal's place in one of Anissina's experiments so that his big brother could get some rest, they held a secret meeting and decided to go to the shrine to ask if Shinou had anything to do with it.
Shinou, who had been amused by Wolfram's antics ever since he observed the exchange between him and Saralegui against the wall, truthfully assured them that he had nothing to do with it. When they asked if he knew what was going on, he told them simply to not worry about it.
He simply couldn't bring himself to spoil the fun he was having watching his descendant go at it with the king of Small Shimaron.
He was too proud of Wolfram's actions thus far, and couldn't wait to see what came next.
Three months after the choking incident, Saralegui found himself at another ball - this time at Blood Pledge Castle.
Much as Wolfram had done months prior, he was watching the Maou being circled by beautiful women, waiting to pounce.
Only, unlike Wolfram, he was more amused than anything.
He had given up on the idea that he could truly seduce the Maou after the last exchange between him and Wolfram. When he had used that particular play, he knew that he would indeed be branded an even bigger troublemaker - and rightfully so. The play had been executed brilliantly, and he didn't regret one bit of it. Besides, he figured that he had no chance anyhow since the Maou seemed so hung up on gender.
Saralegui glanced around the room in search of the Bielefeld brat. He wanted to see him, just to see what Wolfram's reaction would be at his presence. He was well-aware that the “remedy” that he had sent him was a pathetic attempt to keep him from attending this Ball - possibly so that he wouldn't attempt to actually follow through on Wolfram's suggestions that he try to romance the Maou.
He fumed upon remembering how Wolfram had implied that he was just like a girl.
So he didn't have a lot of muscle. And, maybe his face was softer - his frame more delicate - than a lot of men. But he was still a man. Undeniably so. He was even more affronted because it was a man that was also beautiful that had managed to insult him like that! As if he was that much manlier.
Saralegui then remembered how solid Wolfram had felt up against him - how strong he was even though he didn't look it. He remembered how he could feel how defined the body up against him had truly been, and wondered just what Wolfram would look like underneath those clothing.
He visibly shook his head, as if it would clear his mind of those particular thoughts. He glanced around, and noted that the Bielefeld brat was still missing. He had been looking forward to coming across Wolfram, just to see if his face would contort in fury at his presence.
Saralegui also wanted to gloat - and perhaps cause another scene.
An hour into the ball, and Wolfram had yet to show up. Saralegui thought that perhaps he was too embarrassed to show up, or too angry. He may have even been banned from showing up. Saralegui amused himself with the possible reasons why the Bielefeld brat hadn't shown yet.
A few gasps and sudden loud chatter sounded out behind him, and he turned to see what the commotion was all about.
Saralegui's heart stopped in his chest when he saw who the newcomer was.
It was Wolfram von Bielefeld.
It was a smiling Wolfram von Bielefeld.
It was a gorgeous Wolfram von Bielefeld.
Everything that Saralegui had planned to do once coming across the Bielefeld brat was temporarily forgotten. He had never seen Wolfram look so positively dazzling. The memories of his kisses and touches fled back into his mind, and he felt lightheaded.
He was still staring when Wolfram spotted him. Saralegui swallowed hard, and remembered what he wanted to do. He smirked at Wolfram, fully expecting him to frown or get upset.
Not only did the Bielefeld brat not respond in the way he imagined, he smiled at him and came toward him.
“King Saralegui! It is my pleasure to come across you today! I am satisfied that your ailment has come to an end, and that you were able to attend after all. As I explained in my letters, I am truly ashamed of my actions the last time we met in person. I sincerely hope you can forgive my disrespectful display,” Wolfram said, and humbly bowed.
Saralegui was stunned, but quickly recovered. “As I said in my response letters, apologies accepted, Lord von Bielefeld. I know I can sometimes push people a little too hard,” he said.
“Again, I'm sorry. If there is something I can do to make it all up to you, do not hesitate to ask it of me,” Wolfram said, his voice sincere.
Saralegui wondered what sort of tactic that Wolfram was planning to use, and decided to attempt to push his buttons a little more.
“Well, you could dance with me,” he said, seductively. He was waiting to see some sort of discomfort on his face, but it never came.
“My pleasure,” Wolfram said, and took his hand.
More than a few people gasped when Wolfram led King Saralegui to the dance floor. After the fireworks between them four months ago, everyone had worried that when the two came across each other, things would explode all over again. No one expected them to be civil with each other, and especially not to dance with each other.
Gwendal and Conrart, whom were already on edge due to their brother's recent behavior, were instantly alarmed. They kept the two men in sight, ready to pull them apart before someone got hurt.
Yuuri's attention was diverted from his fangirls to the two men that were dancing together. Like others, he had been worried about what would happen the next time Wolfram came across Saralegui. Nothing, however, seemed to be happening.
He was worried about Wolfram. Ever since he woke up after the last ball and found himself un-engaged, he had been concerned about his actions. Since that night, Wolfram had treated him like most of his subjects treated him, calling him “Your Majesty” instead of by his name and avoiding him unless it was absolutely necessary - and it bothered him.
He missed Wolfram. He missed the way he used to act - even his childish temper tantrums.
He even missed him in his bed.
He kept an apprehensive eye on the two dancing men, ignoring the mindless chatter surrounding him as well as another feeling that he refused to acknowledge.
Wolfram and Saralegui danced through several numbers while managing to not kill each other.
Saralegui was still suspicious, however - and said everything he could think of to wind Wolfram up.
“Hmm, the Maou seems to be enjoying his company of ladies tonight,” he said.
“It's just like him,” Wolfram responded, his voice unchanging.
“I wonder if he'll dance with me after I finish dancing with you?”
“It can't hurt to try,” he said, gently.
“I'll do that after we're done.”
“Good luck.”
No matter what Saralegui said, Wolfram just smiled at him brightly, and showed no other emotion.
Suddenly, Wolfram halted in his tracks. “Oh, there he is! I thought he wouldn't come,” he said, his voice sounding quite happy.
“Who's that?” Saralegui asked, and turned to look behind him.
“Oh, he's just a friend of mine,” Wolfram said, and motioned towards a tall, blue-eyed man with long brown hair.
“I... see,” Saralegui said, continuing to look at the stunning man. “He seems familiar, but I can't place him.”
Wolfram moved in front of Saralegui, and brought his former dance partner's hand to his lips.
“Thank you for the dance, Your Majesty. I surely appreciate it,” he said, and gently kissed his hand.
Saralegui, who was beyond creeped out and paranoid at that point, just nodded.
Wolfram smiled at him once more, before turning and walking off.
Saralegui watched Wolfram retreat, and wondered if that was it for the night. Surely, he had something else planned?
Or maybe Saralegui wished he had something else planned.
He watched as Wolfram walked up to the tall newcomer, and said something. The man laughed, and Wolfram practically beamed up at him.
Saralegui was bothered by how happy he seemed, and wondered if this was the new “love interest” that Wolfram had mentioned in his letter.
As he watched the two chat for a bit longer, a pleasantly evil idea came to his mind. He still hadn't forgiven the Bielefeld brat for the Polka-Dot incident, and he thought that it would be nice to gain a little revenge.
He made his way over to the two men.
Author's note: This is the revised edition. Next chapter: Someone concedes defeat?
Author: batty_gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: T
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram and Saralegui
Word Count: 1617
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: Wolfram confounds people with his new behavior following the ending of his engagement. First part takes place during the letter writings of the previous chapter.
All Chapters (Fic is Completed): 1 Up: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9
1 Up - Chapter 4: The New Wolfram von Bielefeld?
For the next few weeks after he ended his engagement, the people of Blood Pledge Castle walked on eggshells, scared that the newly single Wolfram von Bielefeld would go on the warpath.
When their fears were not realized, they became even more frightened due to what was really happening instead.
Wolfram was Sunshine. He was Happiness. He was everything Good, Heartwarming, and Loving.
In other words, he was everything that wasn't Wolfram.
When they observed him laughing with some of his troops, they were surprised. When he hugged Conrart out of the blue, they were shocked. When he playfully flirted with Yozak, of all people, they were alarmed.
However, when he volunteered to take Gwendal's place in one of Anissina's experiments so that his big brother could get some rest, they held a secret meeting and decided to go to the shrine to ask if Shinou had anything to do with it.
Shinou, who had been amused by Wolfram's antics ever since he observed the exchange between him and Saralegui against the wall, truthfully assured them that he had nothing to do with it. When they asked if he knew what was going on, he told them simply to not worry about it.
He simply couldn't bring himself to spoil the fun he was having watching his descendant go at it with the king of Small Shimaron.
He was too proud of Wolfram's actions thus far, and couldn't wait to see what came next.
Three months after the choking incident, Saralegui found himself at another ball - this time at Blood Pledge Castle.
Much as Wolfram had done months prior, he was watching the Maou being circled by beautiful women, waiting to pounce.
Only, unlike Wolfram, he was more amused than anything.
He had given up on the idea that he could truly seduce the Maou after the last exchange between him and Wolfram. When he had used that particular play, he knew that he would indeed be branded an even bigger troublemaker - and rightfully so. The play had been executed brilliantly, and he didn't regret one bit of it. Besides, he figured that he had no chance anyhow since the Maou seemed so hung up on gender.
Saralegui glanced around the room in search of the Bielefeld brat. He wanted to see him, just to see what Wolfram's reaction would be at his presence. He was well-aware that the “remedy” that he had sent him was a pathetic attempt to keep him from attending this Ball - possibly so that he wouldn't attempt to actually follow through on Wolfram's suggestions that he try to romance the Maou.
He fumed upon remembering how Wolfram had implied that he was just like a girl.
So he didn't have a lot of muscle. And, maybe his face was softer - his frame more delicate - than a lot of men. But he was still a man. Undeniably so. He was even more affronted because it was a man that was also beautiful that had managed to insult him like that! As if he was that much manlier.
Saralegui then remembered how solid Wolfram had felt up against him - how strong he was even though he didn't look it. He remembered how he could feel how defined the body up against him had truly been, and wondered just what Wolfram would look like underneath those clothing.
He visibly shook his head, as if it would clear his mind of those particular thoughts. He glanced around, and noted that the Bielefeld brat was still missing. He had been looking forward to coming across Wolfram, just to see if his face would contort in fury at his presence.
Saralegui also wanted to gloat - and perhaps cause another scene.
An hour into the ball, and Wolfram had yet to show up. Saralegui thought that perhaps he was too embarrassed to show up, or too angry. He may have even been banned from showing up. Saralegui amused himself with the possible reasons why the Bielefeld brat hadn't shown yet.
A few gasps and sudden loud chatter sounded out behind him, and he turned to see what the commotion was all about.
Saralegui's heart stopped in his chest when he saw who the newcomer was.
It was Wolfram von Bielefeld.
It was a smiling Wolfram von Bielefeld.
It was a gorgeous Wolfram von Bielefeld.
Everything that Saralegui had planned to do once coming across the Bielefeld brat was temporarily forgotten. He had never seen Wolfram look so positively dazzling. The memories of his kisses and touches fled back into his mind, and he felt lightheaded.
He was still staring when Wolfram spotted him. Saralegui swallowed hard, and remembered what he wanted to do. He smirked at Wolfram, fully expecting him to frown or get upset.
Not only did the Bielefeld brat not respond in the way he imagined, he smiled at him and came toward him.
“King Saralegui! It is my pleasure to come across you today! I am satisfied that your ailment has come to an end, and that you were able to attend after all. As I explained in my letters, I am truly ashamed of my actions the last time we met in person. I sincerely hope you can forgive my disrespectful display,” Wolfram said, and humbly bowed.
Saralegui was stunned, but quickly recovered. “As I said in my response letters, apologies accepted, Lord von Bielefeld. I know I can sometimes push people a little too hard,” he said.
“Again, I'm sorry. If there is something I can do to make it all up to you, do not hesitate to ask it of me,” Wolfram said, his voice sincere.
Saralegui wondered what sort of tactic that Wolfram was planning to use, and decided to attempt to push his buttons a little more.
“Well, you could dance with me,” he said, seductively. He was waiting to see some sort of discomfort on his face, but it never came.
“My pleasure,” Wolfram said, and took his hand.
More than a few people gasped when Wolfram led King Saralegui to the dance floor. After the fireworks between them four months ago, everyone had worried that when the two came across each other, things would explode all over again. No one expected them to be civil with each other, and especially not to dance with each other.
Gwendal and Conrart, whom were already on edge due to their brother's recent behavior, were instantly alarmed. They kept the two men in sight, ready to pull them apart before someone got hurt.
Yuuri's attention was diverted from his fangirls to the two men that were dancing together. Like others, he had been worried about what would happen the next time Wolfram came across Saralegui. Nothing, however, seemed to be happening.
He was worried about Wolfram. Ever since he woke up after the last ball and found himself un-engaged, he had been concerned about his actions. Since that night, Wolfram had treated him like most of his subjects treated him, calling him “Your Majesty” instead of by his name and avoiding him unless it was absolutely necessary - and it bothered him.
He missed Wolfram. He missed the way he used to act - even his childish temper tantrums.
He even missed him in his bed.
He kept an apprehensive eye on the two dancing men, ignoring the mindless chatter surrounding him as well as another feeling that he refused to acknowledge.
Wolfram and Saralegui danced through several numbers while managing to not kill each other.
Saralegui was still suspicious, however - and said everything he could think of to wind Wolfram up.
“Hmm, the Maou seems to be enjoying his company of ladies tonight,” he said.
“It's just like him,” Wolfram responded, his voice unchanging.
“I wonder if he'll dance with me after I finish dancing with you?”
“It can't hurt to try,” he said, gently.
“I'll do that after we're done.”
“Good luck.”
No matter what Saralegui said, Wolfram just smiled at him brightly, and showed no other emotion.
Suddenly, Wolfram halted in his tracks. “Oh, there he is! I thought he wouldn't come,” he said, his voice sounding quite happy.
“Who's that?” Saralegui asked, and turned to look behind him.
“Oh, he's just a friend of mine,” Wolfram said, and motioned towards a tall, blue-eyed man with long brown hair.
“I... see,” Saralegui said, continuing to look at the stunning man. “He seems familiar, but I can't place him.”
Wolfram moved in front of Saralegui, and brought his former dance partner's hand to his lips.
“Thank you for the dance, Your Majesty. I surely appreciate it,” he said, and gently kissed his hand.
Saralegui, who was beyond creeped out and paranoid at that point, just nodded.
Wolfram smiled at him once more, before turning and walking off.
Saralegui watched Wolfram retreat, and wondered if that was it for the night. Surely, he had something else planned?
Or maybe Saralegui wished he had something else planned.
He watched as Wolfram walked up to the tall newcomer, and said something. The man laughed, and Wolfram practically beamed up at him.
Saralegui was bothered by how happy he seemed, and wondered if this was the new “love interest” that Wolfram had mentioned in his letter.
As he watched the two chat for a bit longer, a pleasantly evil idea came to his mind. He still hadn't forgiven the Bielefeld brat for the Polka-Dot incident, and he thought that it would be nice to gain a little revenge.
He made his way over to the two men.
Author's note: This is the revised edition. Next chapter: Someone concedes defeat?