How to Trap a Maou
Summary: Gunter decides to help Wolfram gain Yuuri's attention, but their plans go out of control.
Pairings: Yuuram and slight GunterxWolfram
Warnings: This is slash! That means if the thought of two boys kissing makes you want to vomit, go read a different fanfic.
Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou doesn't belong to me, never has belonged to me, and never will... :(
Tee Hee, I've finally written a series!
No more One-shots for us! I mean me.
Just enjoy my fanfiction please.
Wolfram glared at Yuuri and growled menacingly at him, "You have two minutes to change your mind about what you just said wimp."
Yuuri glared back with just as much venom and said, "I mean it when I say that we have no relationship. Stop forcing me into this engagement!"
Conrad was standing nearby and rushed to the angry maou and pulled him away from the raging blonde, taking him to safety.
"What were you thinking heika? You know how Wolfram gets when he's angry, and you shouldn't persuade him." Conrad smiled and put his hand on Yuuri's shoulder.
"Call me Yuuri, and it's not all MY fault!" Yuuri huffed and crossed his arms, "If Wolfram wasn't just so darned jealous, all the time. I mean, he yelled at me for giving a flower to a little girl! As if I'm going to run away with her or something."
Conrad laughed and patted Yuuri's head, "Give Wolfram a break please, he's just as new to the engagement as you are."
Yuuri grumbled a little and then suddenly yelled, "But Wolfram is just so impossible to live with sometimes! I wish I had known that a slap meant engagement, I wouldn't have slapped him then!"
Yuuri and Conrad then left to train, leaving the corridor empty… well… almost empty.
Standing in the corridor behind a pillar, Wolfram heard the last of Yuuri and Conrad's conversation.
But Wolfram is impossible to live with!
I wish I didn't slap him!
I don't want the engagement!
Wolfram felt as if his heart had been shattered into millions of pieces. He felt a tear slide down his cheek and wiped it away quickly. He was a soldier, and soldiers never showed emotion, no matter how much they wanted to.
As he was running down the halls, he hit someone hard and fell down. Looking up, he saw a long purple-haired soldier looking down at him. "Wolfram?"
Wolfram picked himself up and started running again, only to be stopped by a hand holding on to the back of his blue uniform.
"Wolfram?" Gunter looked at him with concern, "Is something wrong?"
What Gunter saw, broke his heart. The blonde mazoku who was usually so temperamental and full of life, now looked as if he had broken. His eyes were full of tears, and were red as well.
"Just let me go Gunter." Wolfram said dejectedly, "I want to go to my room." Gunter saw just how much Yuuri would hurt Wolfram's feelings on an everyday basis. Full of pity, Gunter pulled Wolfram to his chest and hugged him happily.
"Don't worry Wolfram! I'll help you out so much that Yuuri will wish that he noticed you earlier!" Gunter then started to spin around, still hugging Wolfram in a deathgrip.
"Gunter.." Wolfram squeaked out, "I can't breathe."
Letting go immediately, Gunter grabbed Wolfram and pulled him away to a far away room.
Yuuri was waiting for Gunter to start his lesson when in place of Gunter, Gwendal stormed into the room instead.
"Gwendal?" Yuuri asked curiously, "Where's Gunter? Isn't he's supposed to teach me today?"
Gwendal grunted and muttered, "He's obviously got better things to do than teach a block-headed king."
"What?"
"I said that he had to do something urgently."
"Oh."
Two hours later, Yuuri was sure that he would die a history-induced death, and Gwendal thought that Yuuri was even more of a block-head than he did already.
When his lessons were finally over, Yuuri fell into the bed and sighed. However, he then realized that something was missing. A certain blonde-headed fireball was missing to be exact.
He looked up and then Wolfram just walked into the bedroom. Wolfram thought to himself, "Time to start The Plan."
Bwah ha ha! What do Gunter and Wolfram have in store for Yuuri?
If you review, then I have a feeling that you'll find out sooner...
Sorry about my horrible grammar, It's not my fault.
R.D