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Did I say Valentine? I meant Silvester! *grin*
Silvester, Year One: Resolution
Gwendal was nervous. Yes, Gwendal von Voltaire was nervous. Nervous and maybe even a little afraid. Afraid. Gwendal von Voltaire. Gwendal himself couldn’t believe it and yet it was still reality. What was even more – he was nervous because of a woman...but maybe it wasn’t as surprising if we consider that aforementioned woman was Anissina von Kharbelnikoff, who always tortured him with her experimants and inventions. And today would be most critical. It was the last day of the year, ‚the Rebirth Day‘ and it was always celebrated with grandious fireworks at midnight. And it was always Anissina who made the fireworks. And it was always Gwendal who ‚assited‘ her. But not this year, he swore to himself. This year he would stand his ground like a man and say no. He had to show her his dominance. He had to convince her that he was a man of power in order to...
In order to what? For her to finally allow to court him? To marry her? Gwendal sighed. No. Anissina would never marry someone, much less him, Gwendal knew. She swore that to herself and Gwendal had no right to persuade her...And he didn’t want her only as a lover, as something unbound. He wanted her to be his and only his. But that was as likely to happen that Conrad proposes to Yozak. While Gwendal knew how his brother loved Yozak, he also knew about the strong sense for duty, which didn’t allow Conrad such a luxury as marriage.
Since the Gifting Day Conrad was with Yozak wherever it was that Yozak lived. And sincerely speaking, Gwendal missed him. In spite of being 60 years younger, Conrad could always give such a good advice...Like that one a week ago: Move on...
Yeah. Move on. Gwendal wanted to, he really did, but...
It was just his imagination. Anissina? Waiting? For him? It even sounded riduculous.
Then why, why was there this small hope in his heart? Then why did he decide to move on? Then why did he want to try so desperately?
Gwendal sighed as he finally gave up and removed the several locks from his door. Vagualy he thought that this year will be indeed else than those prior.
Anissina was running through the castle, fuming as she made her way towards Gwendal’s room, her new invention ‚Pick-every-lock-in-a-second-kun‘ in her hand. She has been working on this invention the whole year as it became clear that this time Gwendal would hide in his room instead of baricading himself in his office. After all, he would never allow her to use ‚Remove-the-barricade-and-go-on-kun‘ again this year.
Soon, she caught a glimpse of long black hair and her eyes lit up. A-ha! She hurried towards the spot where she saw those black locks appear and as she turned the corner, he indeed was there: The target of her interest: Lord Gwendal von Voltaire.
The man whipped around and Anissina expected him to start running. That was when she learned how full of surprises he was, because he smiled. Gwendal smiled. Gwendal gave her a smile.
To surprise her even more, he started walking towards her.
„I was looking for you. I thought that maybe I could help you out with the preparations.“
She blinked. „Huh?“
„I asked if I could help.“
Suddenly an almost serene smile spread across Anissina’s face and she closed her eyes, nodding. „Yes, that’d be nice.“
Yuuri was standing on the snow-covered balcony, watching the last preparations for the ‚Rebirth Day Festival ‘. His eyes caught a sight of Gwendal carrying a large box, Anissina next to him. Even from the distance Yuuri could hear that they were having an easy, cheerfull conversation. It made him smile.
The Sun had already set and it was beginning to get dark very quickly. The Fireworks would start soon.
„You cheating wimp! What are you staring at?! Some beautifull girl?!“
Yuuri turned halfway around and smiled at his yet fiancé, standing a feet behind him. „I have no reason to.“ He turned around and looked at the pair again, Wolfram following his gaze.
As he set eyes on them, the blonde’s frown turned into a smile too. „Brother, huh?“ He leaned against the rail. „I wonder what made him finally change his mind. He has been chasing after Günter for 50 years, after all.“
Yuuri chcukled. „Maybe a kitty pecked him...“
Wolfram gave him a startled look. „Kitty? What kitty?“
„A big one with a brown mane and golden eyes.“
Yuuri laughed again. „Nevermind.“
And without any further explanation, he yanked Wolfram forward and kissed him, effectively stoping every argument the blonde could come up with.
As they parted, their lips were swollen and faces flushed and all that Wolfram could say was a weak: „Wimp...Instead of explaining...doing...things to me.“
Yuuri could only smile. „Yeah.“
That was when a firework errupted just above their heads.
He couldn’t but wonder how Conrad was doing.
„It has started!“ Yozak exclaimed as he abandoned his spot at the stove an ran out of his small cottage, ignoring the chuckling wordsman in the comfy couch, the new scabbard next to him. Yozak found that fireworks were delightfull and a wonderfull sight to look at. The outbursts of a billion shades of colors, lightening up the dark sky, painting it like no other painter could, drowning it in a light so bright and colorfull.
„You’ll catch a cold.“
Suddenly a blanket was drapped over him and the pot of hot chocolate he has been cooking a minute ago pressed into his hands, a smiling Conrad looking at him with eyes full of love. Love for him and only him. It still made Yozak’s stomach flutter and knees grow weak as he realized that.
„Thanks.“ He said and took a sip of the hot liquid. He frowned as he realized it was a little burned.
„I still haven’t thanked you for that yield, have I?“
„You’re poor at starting a conversation. Even moreso if it’s to change a subject.“
„And what subject might that be?“ Conrad asked amused.
„That I burned the chocolate.“
„It doesn’t taste bad.“ Conrad smiled fondly. „It actually brings back memories from when you first cooked it for me. Remember?“
Yozak smiled nostalgically. „Yeah...It was a winter like this...The snow stood us to the chin. We were soaked as we arrived at home. My foster mother taught me how to cook chocolate just a week ago and so I stood to the stove and tried to do it for you.“ For a second he was silent, caught in the memory. „You’re right. It was worse than this.“ He took another gulp.
Conrad chuckled soundlessly. „I still liked it. You made it.“
They smiled at each other and basked in the silence for a while, watching the fireworks errupt above the place where Blood Pledge Castle laid.
Suddenly Yozak sounded. „Young Master is coming over tomorrow, isn‘t he?“
„Yeah. Along with Wolfram and Greta. Gwendal will probably stay at the castle.“
„That will make Lady Anissina happy.“
They both smiled slyly.
„It was a good thing you pushed him a little forward.“
„That’s why you love me so.“
„That’s me alright. And right now, Us and Our Spoiledness would wish for-“
Yozak sighed before Conrad could finish that sentence, but smiling in spite of himself. „Then get inside, Your Excellency. I’m not doing it out in the cold only to catch a flu, because of you.“
„You wouldn’t do that little pleasure for me?“
„Shut up and get inside captain.“
„Roger that lieutenant.“
Second piece ready! ^^
Hope you all liked it!