Author: Kammyh

Genre: Romance/Drama

Rating: K

Warnings: set after season three and Win me over. Shamefully not beta-read and English is not my native language. Feel free to point out bad grammar & Constructive criticism is appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou nor the design of the Royal Couple's wedding dresses since I'm assuming they are the very same from the KKM game.

Summary: Things don't seem to go like they should, not even on his wedding day. WolfYuuWolf

The Seventh Colour of the Rainbow

Wolfram grasped the edge of the drawer with his hands as Gwendal gave a last pull on his corset strings and finally tied up the torture instrument.

"How am I supposed to breathe in this damn thing!? I wonder how Yozak put up with these daily!"

"Wolfram" Gwendal stated coldly. "You swore during all the dressing up, if you really couldn't breathe we would have already noticed."

The blond haired Mazoku humphed at his brother and strode in front of the mirror to check the white dress folds on his tight.

"This slit looks awful on me… Why couldn't Mother choose something more sober?"

Gwendal sighed and took the huge rose with veil that was supposed to complete his little brother's nuptial outfit and tried clumsily to set it in place while Wolfram put on the remaining jewellery.

"You should just be happy that she didn't clothe you like her."

Silence fell upon the two brothers as they made their best to erase frightening images from their minds. All of sudden they heard a loud scream echoing through the hallway, quickly followed by a familiar 'Your Majesty!' and the sound of two people running.

Gwendal cautiously opened the door of his room to examine the situation outside and saw his king already in his black dress running away, followed at a short distance by his little brother.

Before Wolfram could see his fiancé though, he closed the door, stating sternly that His Majesty rules forbade him to see the spouse before the wedding.

After that Conrad was left on his own.

The young half blood was cursing all deities in Shin Makoku, since he hadn't decided yet which one made his king run faster than usual.

"I quit! I can't do it like this!"

"Your Majesty, it's not such a big deal!"

Yuuri ignored Conrad's pleas and tried to speed up even more. His godfather scanned desperately the pathway, hoping to find someone who could help him stop the fleeing king. His saviour appeared in the very back of the corridor: the perfect position to stop his godson.

"Yozak! Get him!"

The infamous spy watched amused the scene coming towards him and prepared himself to the task.

"Yozak, I order you not to do it!" Yuuri cried as his last resort, but he only ended up crushing his face against Yozak's chest while strong arms with enormous biceps held him in place.

"Good morning, Young Master! Getting the cold feet?"

Yuuri pouted at Yozak for a fraction and then swiftly escaped the grip to venture himself inside a nearby room. Conrad eventually reached his childhood friend and suspended the game of tags for a moment to catch his breath.

"Well, he's not going to escape from there unless he jumps out of the window, so… What happened this time? I thought he got over the wedding in cross dressing."

"It's not the dress… Günter forgot to tell him he had to make the speech in which he would metaphorically give Wolfram something."

Yozak chuckled at his boyfriend's answer and sympathetically placed a hand over his shoulder.

"My, my… Did you explain him that you simply say 'I give you my heart'?"

Conrad watched dubiously his companion and allowed himself a sigh.

"Almost one hundred times while he was rushing across the castle... Everyone is already at Shinou's temple or busy elsewhere, I'm so lucky finding you here."

Yozak grinned at him in answer and then they both entered cautiously the room Yuuri had ducked into, only to find him on the ground, towered by a huge number of painted canvases. They reached for him immediately, but aside some minor aches, their king seemed still alive.

"Why wasn't it my room instead of Wolfram's? If there were baseball bats they would have knocked me out for the day…"

The two older Mazoku glared disapprovingly at him, but then dutifully helped him out the mess.

"You are lucky, Young Master, the dress is still untouched."

"I don't need it. I can't do this."

Conrad wasn't pleased hearing that, and he was sure that Wolfram would have been even less.

"You will break Wolf's heart if you don't do it."

Yuuri could clearly perceive the disappointment hidden in his godfather's words, and he was sure that deep down there was also a little bit of irritation at his childish behaviour.

"He will end up sad anyway! I didn't prepare anything and I didn't pay any attention when Günter explained the 'most used metaphors and their meanings'! Each time I improvise something he understands it backwards, I can't let it happen during the wedding. I will hurt him in front of everyone. And I can't say that heart thing: it's too mushy for him and too cliché for me."

Conrad and Yozak stared at him, but even after considering the little part of Yuuri's speech that actually made some sense, still none of them thought that calling off the wedding was the best solution.

"We can help you with it… We can write you a remainder!"

Yuuri sighed and hid his head behind his knees, rejecting Yozak's suggestion. The three Mazoku stared in silence some more time, thinking about a decent way to solve the problem, until eventually the Maou decided that he had enough of it and stood up to take a look around. After all, what better that Wolfram's room could help?

"Your Majesty, be careful. Wolf painted all the night long, I'm sure there is still fresh paint somewhere."

Conrad's piece of information left him even more dubious about the success of his speech without preparation, since he had to admit he was no where near to understand someone that painted to relax himself.

As his godfather had guessed, Yuuri found a thin piece of wood with some fresh colour on it. It looked like Wolfram had used it to mix different dyes to create new shades, but in a forgotten corner it seemed his experiments had gone wrong and there was only a single pitch black blob of paint.

He poked the drying lump, and noticed with disappointment how it had made his fingers of the same colour of the dress he was wearing.

Conrad was about to reprimand him about the risks of damaging the wedding dress, when suddenly his godson turned at him, an idea popping in his mind.

"Conrad, where does Wolfram keep his paints?"

The question left both the older Mazoku quite speechless.

"I'll give them back after the ceremony, I swear."

After the ceremony implied that a ceremony was going to happen, so Conrad without any more hesitations took out Wolfram's case of paints to allow his king to get what he wanted.

After raiding it, Yuuri realized that they had to be quick in everything else, since the ceremony was just about to begin. Yozak quickly rushed back to Conrad's room to gather the remaining of the nuptial attire and jumped out the window just in time to meet his friend and his king near the carriage that was going to bring them to Shino's temple.

As soon as they reached the main door, they were welcomed by Miko's loud scolding: since the son of Amano Jennifer couldn't leave a beautiful spouse on the altar, Yuuri was lucky to be there or she wouldn't have put it past herself making him pay badly for ruining everything.

His mother's words added even more guilt to his already growing stack, but what gave Yuuri the final realization of the mess he had almost done was seeing Wolfram already waiting for him by the altar in front of Murata. As he saw him so beautiful and composed, he had to ask himself how he could have even considered leaving him without a word for a stupid reason like a speech.

Conrad noticed his brother too and conceded himself a moment to admit to himself that his really was the end of it. With both Mazoku dazing off, Yozak took it upon himself to check the conditions of their clothes and push them though the lateral door, forcing them to take their place on the altar.

"The black veil looks good on you, Yuuri."

Yuuri could see the relief in Wolfram's green orbs now that he was by his side, and immediately felt at ease, uncaring of the thousands eyes that kept staring at them.

"You as well… Even though you are dressed as a woman."

"So are you."

They chuckled at the awkward situation, but soon Morgif, currently held by Murata, began singing one the Shin Makoku symphonies.

With that the wedding finally began and then proceeded steadily through each step Günter had explained them, until Greta showed up with their wedding rings: the last phase before the dreaded speech.

"Uhm… Wolf, I wasn't ready to do this, but I'm willing to try anyway. Please, promise me you won't misunderstand my words?"

Wolfram simply nodded at him, curious about what Yuuri's mind had produced, and then he stared amused at his spouse asking Conrad to give him his tubes of colour.

"Do you want to give me my own paints?" He joked and earned a smirk from Yuuri before he focused back on his task.

"I want to give you indigo, the colour of the introspection, because you made me see though myself many times even before our first date, when you scolded me and yet you understood me, trying to help me grow the will to be what I am."

"I want to give you red, the colour of passion, because that's what you are even when it's passion born out of anger."

"I want to give you blue, the colour of the sky, because we'll keep having only one, no matter where we are, no matter we do, no matter if we're fighting or kissing."

"I want to give you green, the colour of the forests. There are not many left on Japan, but here we have plenty. They became a part of the childish innocence we'll hardly get back, but that will never forget all the same."

"I want to give you yellow, the colour of royalty. Not because your mother was a Queen or because you were born aristocrat, but because noble it's your attitude towards things. You show me that in everything you do, even when you give up your artistic insight to meet my silly wishes."

"I want to give you violet, the colour of twilight, because when I'm far from you, no matter what happens, at the end of the day you are there to save me and bring me home."

"Then I want to give you orange, the last colour for a rainbow. I think that's the most appropriate, because it's also the most inappropriate one for a Mazoku wedding." Yuuri closed the space between them even more to take a hold of Wolfram's hands, still full of coloured tubes of pigments.

"Orange is the colour of the autumn leaves. They are symbol of the passing of time along with the cherry blossoms. Conrad said that Mazoku perceive time in a different way, but I did grow up with a human way to live my days and I want our life to follow this."

"I want to laugh and love and suffer and get angry at you each moment of my life, like we are going to have just twenty more years to live together and not two hundred. That's why I want to give you the fleeting time as seventh colour of the rainbow… not just the rainbow we build up until now, but also the one we are going to paint together starting from today."

Wolfram stared at him speechless and then quietly brought up Yuuri's veil, as his husband did the same with his own, both of them coming together to kiss each other. There was nothing left to say, there was only the beginning of a new set of colour to discover together.

THE SEVENTH COLOUR OF THE RAINBOW – THE END

A/N: Thanks to follow through 'till the end despite bad grammar and warped syntax, hope you enjoyed the story. If you're in a good mood, let me know what you think of the series!

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