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A few hours later, Yuuri found himself slowly waking up. Scratch that, very slowly. First, his mind started becoming aware of things around him, but he couldn't even open his eyes, could only hear things around him. Except there was nothing to hear, just birds and normal forest sounds. Then, a minute later, he could open his eyes, but it took another minute for them to focus, and while he concentrated on that, he stopped listening to what was around him, so he didn't hear Wolfram shouting at him until after he was smacked upside the head. Hard.

He sat up quickly, scowling in Wolfram's direction. "Ow! What the hell was that for?!"

"See?! You are awake! You really were just ignoring me, weren't you? Or were you still thinking about whoever it was you were dreaming about? You cheater!" Wolfram shouted.

Yup, everything was back to normal.

"What are you talking about? Why do you just automatically assume that I'm dreaming about someone and 'cheating on you'?"

"Because I heard you-" he stopped and averted his eyes.

"You heard me what?" Yuuri demanded. "The only thing I remember about my dream was almost getting eaten by rampant squirrels and trying to wake up Conrad's stupid pillow, which acted suspiciously like Morgif."

"Pillows sleep...?" Wolfram asked skeptically, eyebrow raised.

"Yes, and Conrad was very insistent about using this specific pillow, so we couldn't just get him another one and wait for that one to wake up," he grumbled.

"Yuuri?" he asked quietly, sounding so small.

Yuuri crawled over to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong Wolfram? Something's been bothering you for a while, hasn't it?"

Wolfram shrugged his hand off his shoulder. "You like my brother, don't you?" It was really more of a statement than a question.

Yuuri gave him a puzzled look. "Gwendal? Well, since getting used to him I've realized that he's not so scary, and-"

"Yuuri," he said sharply. "Not Gwendal. That damn Weller-kyo, you idiot!" he yelled.

"Sorry, it's just, you never call Conrad your brother, so I was confused."

"Just answer the question!"

"Wolf, why are you getting so mad? What happened?" Ok, so everything wasn't back to normal. This was real anger, not the usual show of anger that Wolf usually used. Wolfram was truly upset about this.

He stood up sharply, looking viciously down at the black haired boy. "Hell Yuuri, just forget it! You don't give a damn about me or our engagement; it wouldn't make a difference to you, so just forget I said anything, ok?" He whirled around so that he was facing away from Yuuri and managed to calm himself down to coldly say, "I'm going to go take a bath. Try not to get yourself into any trouble before I get back. If you do, I'm not going to help you." He didn't even spare a glance at Yuuri as he walked away, an aura of iciness around him.

Yuuri found himself more worried about Wolfram than he ever had been and he didn't know why. He'd said stuff like this before. Of course, he'd never before accused him of liking his brother or gotten so genuinely upset about it, but it was still the same thing, wasn't it? No, this was different, no matter how much Yuuri tried to tell himself otherwise, that Wolfram was just momentarily overreacting as he always seemed to do. He'd even threatened to just stand by and watch Yuuri struggle if he got into trouble. That was definitely something that Wolfram had never even hinted at before; he was usually all about protecting him. But that was because he was his fiancé and it was 'required' and Wolf seemed to be having second thoughts about this engagement.

Could it be possible that he might lose Wolfram? This thought terrified him more than it really should have. Did he really care about Wolfram like that to the point that he wanted to be engaged to the fiery blonde? No way, not possible, he pushed that thought to the back of his mind as well as he could.

Sighing, he laid back and let his mind drift. Eventually, it drifted to the thought to Wolfram bathing. He could picture it in his mind almost perfectly, and as he did so, he got a sense of déjà vu, as if he'd seen such a sensual display of Wolfram soaping his body before. That didn't make sense, he'd never watched his fiancé bathe before. But the more he thought about it, the more he saw flashes, just infuriatingly small snippets of his dream, such as Wolfram looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, green eyes smoldering darkly, or their mouths connected in a deep kiss, tongues meeting outside their mouths erotically before engaging themselves fully. He couldn't believe that he'd dreamt about that! And that he'd enjoyed it! He buried his head in his hands, cheeks flaming just thinking about thinking about that. God, there was something so seriously wrong with him it wasn't even funny. His overactive imagination was trying to tell him that he was attracted to another guy, for crying out loud! And once again, pigs would fly before that ever came true!

...But it had been hot, watching those pieces of his dream from the outside. Argh! No! It most certainly had not been hot or arousing! (Try telling that to a certain 'rising' problem) It was disgusting, and that was that! But he felt that there was something really important about that dream that he should remember. What could that be though? It just seemed like a pornographic dream to him, what could possibly be important there?

A few minutes later, while Yuuri was still pondering all this, Wolfram returned, impeccable uniform in place, toweling his hair off. He stilled his actions as he watched Yuuri think hard about something. Sitting beside him, he asked curiously, "What are you thinking so hard about?"

Yuuri nearly screamed, jumping about a foot. "Jeez Wolf! Don't scare me like that!"

"I thought you knew I was sitting here," he shrugged. "So?"

"Eh, you don't wanna know, just trying to figure out something really complicated," he said, laughing awkwardly, somehow managing not to blush too much.

Wolfram shook his head with a small smile. "Ok." There was a rather comfortable silence before he finally got himself to say, "Ne, Yuuri?"

"Hmm?" he murmured.

"I was thinking...and maybe we should call off the engagement. I mean, it was just an accident in the first place, right?"

Yuuri was silent. He should be mentally cheering, thinking, Yes! Finally! This is what I've been saying all along! He gets it now! But instead he found his mind screaming at him to not let it happen. It had been what he'd been saying, but it hadn't been what he meant. He liked the comfort of having Wolfram around all the time. But only as a friend, he hastily reminded himself.

"What? No immediate agreement? There's no need to be nice about it Yuuri," the blonde said, rather sarcastically.

"No," Yuuri murmured thoughtfully. "No, I'm not 'being nice,' as you put it. I just...I mean," he stumbled, what was he trying to say? That he wanted to be engaged to Wolfram, another guy, meaning that they would eventually get...gulp...married? "I don't know what I'm trying to say."

"You don't know what you're trying to say," Wolfram repeated flatly.

"No, I don't. But...but I don't know that I want this to end."

"Want WHAT to end, Yuuri? You are the most unfiancé-like person I have ever come across. There's nothing to end!"

"Wolfram, I don't know!" he burst out in frustration. "Just give me some time, okay?"

That seemed to be the last straw for the Mazoku prince. "Time? TIME?! I've been waiting for you for half a year, Yuuri. Half a year! Half a year isn't enough time?! Bullshit."

Yuuri was rather taken aback by this. He'd never thought about it like that. He'd only thought of it in the terms of when he had come to accept and maybe even like it. He never even considered the fact that Wolfram had been waiting so long, just for him, and Yuuri had never even given him a chance all this time.

"Why?" Yuuri murmured.

"Why what?" Wolfram snapped.

"Why did you wait so long?"

"What?" Wolfram replied, bewildered. "You're my fiancé, what would you rather have me do?" he asked, brow furrowing.

Yuuri found his confused expression unbearably cute, but of course, he said nothing about it. "Why didn't you just give up on me?"

"I was hoping that someday you might come to accept me, maybe even treat me differently than you do everyone else. I was hoping you might realize that I'm not just another person, I'm your fiancé." He laughed bitterly. "But I'm just a wishing fool."

"I'm sorry Wolfram, I...I hadn't realized..."

"Yeah, I know. You're so dense, Yuuri," he said, making Yuuri laugh sheepishly.

"I think I might...be coming around. Give me just a little more time, Wolf, please? I promise to give you a definite answer soon," he pleaded.

The blonde rolled his eyes. "Fine then, but you better give me an answer pretty damn soon."

Yuuri smiled. "Yeah, I will. So, truce?" he asked, sticking out a hand.

"Sure, truce," Wolfram replied, grasping his hand with a grin.