gracie_musica | Word Count: 7,403 of 50,000

I worked from 2 to 6:30 today, did homework non-stop while I was awake (besides work) so not a lot of writing today. I didn't take my medicine (anti-depressants) at the normal time I usually take them (around 7, 8-ish), so I have a huge migraine.

Title: Family Ties
Date Written: 11/6/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1028
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram/Yuuri, Conrad, Gwendal (mentioned) Cheri [Celi] (mentioned), Jennifer (mentioned), Shori (mentioned)
Warnings: Fluffy
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: Set in episode 5, when Wolfram's seasick.

Wolfram woke up to a hand running through his hair, and someone singing softly. He was groggy, and the gentle swaying of the ship immediately made him want to vomit.

The person next to him noticed his change of state from sleep to awake and Wolfram felt a cool hand touch his cheek. "Wolf? Are you okay?"

"No," the swordsman moaned in reply, rolling over onto his back. His accidental fiancee, the Maou of New Maouzku, was sitting next to him on the bed, one hand cupping his cheek. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like, silly? I'm taking care of you," Yuuri replied, smiling down at him. The hand on his cheek slid down to rub his stomach soothingly. "How's that, a little better?"

Wolfram nodded, trying to block out the subtle shifting to and fro of the vessel.

"Y'know, maybe if you went up above deck you'd feel a little better, get some fresh air maybe?" Yuuri offered helpfully, and Wolfram made a face.

"Yeah, and see all those waves and promptly throw up all over again. No thank you."

"Maybe it's the fact that you're hiding down here where you can't see that's making you motion sick. I get that way on roller coasters sometimes, too."

Confused emerald eyes looked up at Yuuri. "Roller coaster? What's that?"

Yuuri bit his lip, thinking. It was always so hard to explain things from home to his friends in this world. "It's a really big ride."

"Like a carriage?"

"Eh... not exactly. It has these carriage-like things on them, but they're open at the top. And they're connected to a track. You get in it and buckle yourself in and the car takes you around the track at a high speed. Some of them flip upside down, even."

Yuuri winced as his fiancee turned green and rolled over to throw up in the bowl by his bedside. He rubbed Wolfram's back soothingly, fighting back the urge to vomit himself. "I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have mentioned that."

"People do that for fun?!" the prince gasped out after he had emptied the content of his stomach, rolling back to stare up at Yuuri.

"Yeah. Most people find it fun," the king replied weakly, shrugging. "Sometimes, I get motion sick on them too, but that's because I can't see what's going on around me, just feel the motions." Wolfram turned green again and he rubbed the swordsman's stomach soothingly, praying that the blonde wouldn't start hurling again. "Conrad says fresh air might make you feel better, too."

Wolfram made another face, dark green eyes sliding shut.

Yuuri looked down at the man next to him. Although his skin was an odd sort of pale green, the king found himself drawn to the baby fine blonde hair feathered on the white pillow. It caught the sun, and he couldn't help but run his fingers through the silken strands.

Wolfram's eyes slowly opened, looking up at his fiancee. Yuuri moved his hands from the golden locks, holding them up. "Sorry."

"No, it's okay," the faint, slightly sleepy voice replied. "When I was little and I was sick, Mother used to do that."

Yuuri smiled at the swordsman. "It seems we have one thing in common." He laid down next to Wolfram, spooning the young prince against his body, stroking his hair with one hand and his stomach with the other. The blonde, surprisingly, let him; Yuuri hated the fact that the usually energetic swordsman was so subdued, and he felt the compelling need to just protect and hold him while he was sick. "My mother used to sing to me."

Wolfram smiled faintly. "Conrad would sing to me. He'd cuddle up to me like this. And he'd end up getting sick too," he ended with a laugh.

"Gwendal didn't do anything for you?" Yuuri asked, slightly surprised. Shori might bug him a lot, but he was a good older brother.

"Gwendal would cook for me," Wolfram replied, snuggling deeper into Yuuri's warm embrace. "He'd throw everyone out of the kitchen, even the head cook, and prepare a meal just for me."

Yuuri chuckled. "Your brother is a very take charge kind of guy."

Wolfram laughed as well, sleep stealing over him. Yuuri noticed it, the way the body against him relaxed as he stroked his hair, and began singing softly against the shell of Wolfram's ear.

Although he didn't understand the language, the tone was reassuring, and Wolfram slid into the world of dreams feeling safe, secure and loved.
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Conrad opened the door to the room he was sharing with his half-brother and godson, pausing in slight shock at the scene before him: the two fiancees were curled up in Yuuri's bed, fast asleep. Yuuri's face was pressed against the nape of his brother's neck, and Wolfram's face was peaceful, for the first time he'd seen it since they'd found him stowed away.

He crossed the room as quietly as he could, pulling the covers over the younger nobles. He smiled as he ran a gentle hand through the sweaty hair on his brother's brow: Wolfram had always been slightly motion sick, even as a child. Only constant riding lessons with his brothers had been able to put a damper on it, but being inside a beast instead of on its back made all the difference when it came to motion. Not to mention a horse and a boat just move in different fundamental ways.

He looked down at the two with wise eyes. They looked... content. For all their fighting, Yuuri had been there when Wolf needed him. And Wolf had accepted the offered support.

Both of them had grown in such a short space of time. He was proud, in only the way an older brother can be.

He covered the window before he left the cabin, pressed a gentle kiss against each of their foreheads and silently wished them sweet dreams and a happy future.

And that Wolfram wouldn't kill Yuuri when they woke up.