Winter Love, part 5: White Day

[manaika]

Name: Winter Love
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou

Pairing: conzak, yuuram, gwenissina, unrequitted gwenter

Warnings: none really...maybe fluff?  

Rating: K+/PG-13...for now 

Summary: A small fic, made up and written to honor the various Winter holidays (Christmas, Silvester, New Year, Valentine, White Day) and the various pairings of Kyou kara Maou. Not quite a drabble and not really a one-shot, because I’m planning to update it regulary on mentioned holidays. They will be loosely related. But for now, enjoy the ‚Gifting Day‘.

I’m sorry for the Yuuram though...I’m not good at writing it. Forgive me?

Disclaimer: I doth not own.

A rather short piece, but I like it. Kinda. Enjoy! ^^

 

 

Year one – Peace

 

First

 

One month. One long month. His Majesty the 27th Maou Shibuya Yuuri has been gone now for one whole month on a honeymoon with his Prince consort, leaving all of the paperwork to his chieff of state. Gwendal sighed for what seemed the tousenth time that day. It wasn’t that he complained about the absence of the young (unexpierienced) king. Actually, he came faster forward with him gone. It was just that...the castle was so...silent...so unnervingly silent...

And not only His Majesty, but also his younger brother was away, on his own honeymoon, so Gwendal had really nothing to amuse himself with, not even those lame puns Conrad made.

„Gwendaaal...?“

But then again...

He looked up only to see his read-haired childhood friend entering his office with that smile on her face. Not 3 months ago it used to scare him. Now it made his day.

„Anissina. How can I help you?“

„Oh, I was just wondering...“

And as a giggling Greta poked inside, Gwendal knew he wasn’t going to like this. So why a smile tugged on the corner of his lips, he didn’t know.

 

Second

 

„You wimp!“

At the sound of his ‚wife’s‘ voice, the young king groaned. Not again...He had heard those words a bazilion times now during this one month and slowly they made him believe that this was to become the worst month of his whole life.

„What is it this time?“ he asked as he turned around to his furious lover.

„Where did you put the socks?! The socks need to go to the bottom of the luggage. Without the socks we can’t pack our belongings. Without packing our belongings we can’t leave. Without leaving we can’t return to the castle. We have to return to the castle tomorrow. We can’t return to the castle tomorrow if we don’t pack the socks. We can’t pack the socks if we don’t have them. So where are the socks?!“

„Wolfram...I hate to say this, but you sound like an old housewife.“

„You WIMP!!!“

Yuuri sighed heavily. He should have known that marrying Wolfram would be like waving goodbye to peacefull days. Especially when he was about to organize something. Even if it was the smallest thing like return home. Their honeymoon was coming to an end and they had to return to their old and/or new duties. Given that...

Yuuri turned to look at his ‚wife‘ who was muttering something about socks, wimp and divorce and sighed again. „They are at the bottom of the drawer.“

„You wimp! Couldn’t you have said that earlier?! Before I searched through the whole room?!“

„More like destroyed it...“

„What was that, you wim-“

And just like that a pair of lips silence him effectively. If that one month was good at least for one thing for Yuuri, it was the discovery, that the best way to shut Wolfram up was to kiss him. And to keep him silent...well, let that remain in the privacy and peace of their honeymoon.

 

Third

 

Yozak stretched his long, well-shaped legs and burried his fingers in the soft, golden sand. Oh how he loved Bandarbia...It was always warm and blessed with eternal sunshine, smiling people everywhere, soft vibrations of the earth underneath him when he made love with the person he promised himself to...

Island of dreams was it. Island of dreams, island of love...Oh yeah, no doubt about it: Bandarbia was his favorite island.

„Just what are you thinking about?“ he heard the soft voice as silent footsteps stoped next to him and he felt a familiar presence sit next to him.

He opened his eyes and looked up into two honey-brown orbs.

„Nothing, really.“ He look over the horizon to the setting Sun. „Just how much I love this island.“

„Only the island?“

Skyblue met sunrise golden and lost themselves in each other’s flames.

„No. I love you more.“

Their lips met in a soft touch and they stared each other into the eyes for what seemed to be an eternity.

„Connrad?“

„Hm?“

„That family-thing...“

He didn’t need to finish as a silent groan could be heard. „Not again...In the past month we worked on it more than in our whole life.“

Yozak smirked at his husband. „You sound like you didn’t enjoy it at all.“

„Now where would you come to that assumption...?“ Conrad returned the smirk and leaner forward.

„Dunno. Maybe a little kitty hinted it.“

„Did that little kitty peck you too?“

„Scratched me with it’s claws, actually.“

„Left a few marks, huh?“

„Uhum...“

„Want me to heal them?“

„Please...“

And no more talking was done that evening as the Sun set completely, leaving the two lovers hidden by the darkness of the night.

 

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Hope ya liked it!

R&R

 

Aki-chan