The Red Queen Affair: Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou or its characters.
The Red Queen Affair
Disclaimer: I don't own KKM or their characters.
Pairings: Yuuram
Ratings: NC-16 for stuff I don't wanna discuss :P
Chapter 4
His name in lieu she doth forget
Whilst his face is all she keeps intact
Though her memories fill her with regret
Alone again she fulfills their pact…
Smoke.
Copious amounts of billowing black smoke was all the eye could see for miles on end.
And Wolfram von Belefield could not see a way out on all sides. How’d he wander into this part of the castle was a mystery as was the reason for the strange appearance of this spirit-repressing smog.
He tried to walk cautiously through the thick blanket of choking smoke, hoping that he might stumble upon an exit. And stumble he did, though not upon an exit, but a body. Bodies, he corrected himself, as he discovered more lurking in the smog. He should be afraid…but he felt unusually calm. He should be terrified … but he was intrigued. He should be screaming … but he was silently reaching towards them. He hissed and pulled back the offending appendage before he made contact and stumbled back away from the carnage at his feet.
He raised his hands to his mouth to muffle his screams as he turned tail to run. Run headlong into something… or someone. He looked up into the face of the sole living occupant of the room, besides himself, and saw a mirror- image of himself except he didn’t have blue eyes…and certainly not dressed in a crimson gown.
His mirror image smirked as he reached out to put his pallid fingers around Wolfram’s slender neck.
“Mine…!” the blue-eyed clone whispered before he dug his skeletal fingers into Wolfram’s throat.
Wolfram yelled in terror and with a start threw himself back into consciousness. ‘It was only a dream?’ he wondered and yet he felt it far too real. But that was not the only concern, dressed only in his loose-fitting nightshirt he stood practically naked in the middle of the recently excavated throne room. Thankfully there was a small light illuminating the room least he be left completely in the dark, but that did little to enlighten him of his current circumstance.
He felt a chill pass through his body but felt no breeze.
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Shibuya Yuuri, Professor of Archaeology at the distinguished University of Shin Makoku, was most at home in an environment that was filled with large cabinets of dusty old books, a cushy leather interior, dressed in comfortable and yet professional looking business suits, and a mild, pleasant temperature of anywhere between 15 to 20 degrees Celsius, kindly provided by his trusty air-conditioner.
Hence it is safe to assume that said professor, currently surrounded by mountains of dirt, mud and soil (they all refer to the same thing in varying states of textural differences, he knew for he felt them all), waist deep in a roughly dug out trench marked uncharacteristically as “Annex B” dressed in a scratchy brown overalls that did nothing to alleviate one’s suffering under the sweltering hot sun, is not feeling rather comfortable at all. His present condition was made even more unbearable by a certain blond dilettante that refused to get his fingers dirty for the sake of the science. God forbid Little Lord Bratfield chip a nail while he lifts a speck of dust!
The little imbecile even had the gall to bring out a deck chair and umbrella to rest His Excellency’s precious behind whilst he basks in the shade and sip gingerly on his pinna collada, whilst he and the rest of the excavation team were breaking their backs hauling stones and gravel for a good part of the day!!!
“That’s it!!!” Yuuri shouted and threw down his shovel. “I’ve had it with you Belefield!!! If you are not going to be helping us with the dig, you can pack up and go home!”
Wolfram didn’t seem to be responding to his outbursts. “WOLFRAM!” Yuuri shouted out in utter vexation. Only then did the person in question sit from his deckchair and pushed up the shades that covered his eyes.
“Huh? Who called for me?” Wolfram asked before removing an earplug from his left lobe.
“Grrrrrrr…” Yuuri growled before he tried to bolt towards the blond and strangle the living daylights out of him. Before he could get to him however a loud voice thundered across dilapidated hallways.
“WOLFRAM!” Lord Voltaire boomed from the far end of the courtyard, and sent the aforementioned young lord scurrying to heed his brother’s summon.
‘Now why can’t I get a response like that?’ Yuuri mused as he watched the usually petulant little blond brat cowering in front of his intimidating relative.
He watched in amusement as the young lord tried his best to reason with his brother before stomping his foot down in a dramatic display of childishness. Lord von Voltaire merely sniffed at the behavior and promptly dismissed his brother with a few choice words. Yuuri shrugged his shoulders, ‘It isn’t my place to care,’ he thought to himself and went back to work.
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Dusk approached quickly when one works so hard, or so Yuuri thought as he lifted his arms above his ears for a good, long stretch. It had been a tiring but thankfully rewarding day that ended with the promise of a warm and satisfying rest.
He strolled leisurely to his room at the Annex, hastily set up and recently furnished for the living, ready to hit the showers and then go straight to dreaming about Nami Amuro in spandex…doing a chicken dance…yes Yuuri was one sick puppy!
A flurry of blond and green zipped by his peripheral field of vision, hurrying towards the main entrance of the sprawling complex they were excavating.
‘Wolfram…’ his mind supplied and he sighed in exasperation at his own curiosity. ‘Why do I even bother?!!!’ he mentally admonished himself.
He stealthily made it to the driveway and watched little Lord Brat get into his bright pink Maserati and with a loud roar, sped off into the overwhelming darkness ahead.
Feeling a little bitter at the small display of status, he grumbled as he climbed into Murata’s beat up pick up and attempted to follow the trail of the flaming pink nightmare.
(Yes he was feeling particularly bitter tonight…)
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Two miles down the narrow winding road and he had nearly killed himself five times. Twice he nearly drove off the road into a ravine, once he nearly hit a tree, another time he nearly hit a cow and finally he nearly drove into a lake. Of course driving without one’s headlights on was a bad idea, how did all those secret agents in movies tail their targets in complete darkness without missing a single turn? It was going to be shelved right up there with the secrets of the universe.
Finally after five harrowing hours of driving in cow country he finally found a rest stop at the side of the road. Tired and a lot less curious about the fate of a certain blond runaway, he pulled the pick-up sharply into the parking lot and decided to hop into the bar for a quick drink before heading back. ‘I’ll just tell Gwendal his precious little baby brother eloped with a gypsy girl and went to Caloria to start a new life,’ he nodded in agreement with his new plan until he walked right into the very same pink Maserati he was trying to chase earlier. ‘Wolfram……..’ he growled, hurrying into the bar.
He had half a mind to kill the brat, string him up shoot him dead then hang him again for good measure. He had chased the stupid boy for five hours, worried out of his mind for Wolfram’s safety (not that he will ever admit it) and here the person in question was, sitting in a bar in the outskirts of town getting pissed ass drunk.
“WOLFRAM!!” Yuuri yelled over the loud music and boisterous atmosphere, “What are you doing here? You’re so going to get yourself killed by Gwendal!” He looked in disdain at the countless number of empty glasses in front of the highly inebriated boy.
“Ooooooooo YYYYUuuuuriiiII!!! HicccHicc!” Wolfram spun round off his bar stool and launched himself at Yuuri, tackling him in a bear hug.
“WhhhhaaaaaHicc Youuuuuuuuuu HerreeeHiccHic!! NYaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” Wolfram mewled in drunken delight and nuzzled a cheek against Yuuri’s.
Shibuya swayed dramatically from the extra weight and attempted to hold both of them up against the counter. A sharp tap on his shoulder made him turn around to find himself confronted by two burly men in sailor’s wear.
“Hey if you are feeling uncomfortable we can take care of the little blond for you,” Brute A leered.
“No, that won’t be necessary,” Yuuri smiled uncomfortably as he shifted Wolfram’s weight in his arms. “Really he ain’t heavy, he’s my colleague!”
The two brutes guffawed at the lame answer as Yuuri blushed at the embarrassment. “That was not a question little boy! That was a statement!” Brute B hollered as he moved to grab Wolfram from Yuuri’s hold.
“Hey pretty baby, wanna play with me and the boys?” Brute B uttered centimeters from Wolfram’s delicate face, sending the stench of crude pungent alcohol-laden breath to Wolfram’s nose. Even as inebriated as he was, Wolfram started to fight weakly against his captor. “Yuuuuuuuuuurriiii……” he mumbled softly calling for aid as the man tightened his grip on his shoulders.
“STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Yuuri roared and slammed his hand down upon the counter, causing a sizeable indentation in the wood beneath his fist. “You use brute force and violence to get what you desire, regardless of other’s pain! I DO NOT USUALLY RESORT TO VIOLENCE BUT YOU HAVE COMPELLED MY HAND BY YOUR ACTIONS TOWARDS THIS MAIDEN!!!!!!! PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR JUDGEMENT!!!”
There was an intense crackling of power within the air surrounding Yuuri and it terrified all who laid eyes upon him. The two brutes sobered up quite quickly after that and wisely returned Wolfram to Yuuri’s side, apologized, and promptly ran out of the bar screaming like little girls.
Yuuri quickly returned to his senses after that display and tried to haul Wolfram out of the bar before anyone could call his bluff. “Wolfram you need to go home now!” Yuuri hissed under the strain.
“NOOooooooooooo!” Wolfram screamed in reply and struggled to keep himself right by the counter. “I don’t want to go back there!” It would seem that Wolfram is beginning to sober up… just not enough to keep his emotions under control.
“Why don’t you bring the young gentleman upstairs? It would seem he had already reserved a room,” the heavily tattooed bartender suggested much to the surprise of Shibuya Yuuri. “What is the issue young man? You seem to be staring quite unabashedly at something.”
Yuuri shook himself out of it and muttered a sheepish ‘nothing’ before hauling-dead weight dumb blond (no offence to blonds) up the stairs to his pre-assigned room.
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“Okay cut the drunken gig, Belefield! I know you aren’t that drunk.” Yuuri tersely reprimanded his colleague as he dropped the 82 year old brat on the sole queen-sized bed in the room. “You know you’re brother is going to have your hide and mine if you don’t go back to the site tonight, so why don’t you be mature for once in your life and just go back?!”
The blond shifted slightly and threw his arm over his face, shielding his eyes from the glare. “no…” he whispered, “just go ‘way, …imp…”
“NO!” Shibuya yelled in frustration, “If I’m going back you are going too!” Yuuri grabbed hold of Wolfram’s arm and attempted to haul him towards the door, his captive however seemed rather adamant about staying right where he was.
“STOP!! Just go back on your own!! Leave me HERE!”
“Why should I?”
“Just because!!”
“Because of what? What is a good enough reason to stay here? If you haven’t already noticed, you seem to be attracting all the troublesome sorts like bearbees to a honeypot!”
“…BECAUSE I CAN’T SLEEP IN MY ROOM!!”
“What?” Yuuri was absolutely puzzled. “Are you scared of your new room?” he smirked.
“SHUT UP!!!!!!” Wolfram screamed, he was embarrassed enough at the revelation and now he had his rival openly mocking him. “JUST GO BACK!! I’ll be fine here, anywhere is better than there!” He turned his back towards Yuuri and covered his flushed face with his hands.
“Oi…Are you crying?” Yuuri was a little scared he had made Wolfram upset though he had no clue why he should be, Wolfram was a pain in the butt most of the time and his persistence made it hard to breathe around him. The figure before him however wasn’t Wolfram the Brat, the Noble, the Royal Pain in the Rear end, he just looked like a child that he actually was, that they both were. He moved to Wolfram’s side and attempted to shake him slightly to get a response.
“No, I’m not!” Wolfram screamed and slapped the offending appendage away, “Don’t you dare insult me like that!” ‘Royal Pain in the Rear End is back,’ Yuuri’s mind supplied.
“Look you won’t believe me if I told you, so why don’t you just go and we’ll pretend we didn’t even meet tonight.”
“Okay. I will once you tell me anyway!”
“Shibuya!! You are so stubborn!” Wolfram ground out, “Fine! I think there is something evil in those ruins and I don’t feel safe at night.”
“How?”
“Grr……..look I’ve been having weird dreams and ….I’ve been waking up in strange places…places that are locked most of the time…and I don’t have the keys to.”
The atmosphere in the room became downright tense and creepy, Yuuri thought as he sat on the bed and pulled on Wolfram’s hand to ask him to do the same. Wolfram complied.
“What were these dreams about?” Yuuri whispered.
“Someone…someone who looks like me,” Wolfram replied, “…but has blue eyes…”
Yuuri gasped.
“What is it wimp?! Just spit it out!”
“Er…nothing, nothing,” Yuuri evaded the question swiftly, “How about we just go to sleep here?”
“What?! Weren’t you heading back?”
“Er…no, if I return, who will watch your back in my absence. I’ll just guard you from here,” Yuuri muttered and buried himself beneath the covers.
“Why thank you my wimpy hero,” Wolfram sneered. “At least change for bed before you start cowering underneath the duvet! Hmmph!”
At this, Wolfram went to luggage to retrieve his nightgown and proceeded to change right in the middle of the room. Yuuri just tried to will himself away from peeking at his colleague. ‘No he is not attractive! Okay he is… but he’s got a sucky personality. But still… looking wouldn’t hurt…would it?’ Yuuri the pervert finally won out and he slowly turned his head to sneak a little peek. Alas, he took so long in open debate with himself that Wolfram had already dressed. ‘In a baby pink nightgown? Ooo that is nice…’
“Do you need to borrow a nightshirt, wimp?” Wolfram asked unamused at the way Yuuri was staring at him. He knew what that creep was thinking and he was so glad Shibuya was too much of a wimp to do anything about it.
“Er…no I usually just sleep in my shirt and my boxers, do you mind?”
“Whatever wimp, I know you won’t do much anyway!” Wolfram huffed and climbed in beside his dark haired bedmate and turned the lights off.
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“Nnghh…,” Yuuri moaned as he tried to clear the sleep from his mind. Something or someone was moving about and he bet that was Wolfram shifting restlessly in his sleep.
He slowly tried to pry open his sleep weary eyes. He could hazily make out blue, glowing softly in the dark room.
Glowing blue eyes were staring at his face! Yuuri shrinked back and yelled in fright as solid fingers wound their way round his neck and squeezed mercilessly.
As his eyes grew more accustomed to the dark he could finally make out a face. “Wol…*hack*…ram!” he wheezed out pathetically.
“Mineeee……………..,” the apparition sneered.
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End of Chapter.