Title: Innocent Sorrow
Title: Innocent Sorrow
Author: -strange-and-weird
Fandom: Kyo Kara Maoh
Rating: PG-13 for violence, minor cursing and swearing, shounen-ai
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Tragedy
Disclaimer: Kyo Kara Maoh! And its characters don't belong to me. They belong to Tomo Takabayashi-sensei.
Warning: The time line of the story isn't taken care of, so there is no definite time that this story is occurring, somewhat AU but still set in Shin Makoku. Canon characters are OOC. Greta is not in this story or maybe she will be but she'll have a different role.
Yuuri (the optimistic) is addressed as king and Yuuri (the Maou) is addressed as Maou.
Some parts here that are in italics are flashbacks/thoughts.
Request: Please review (criticisms/flames appreciated as well) to help me motivate me further.
POLL:
SHOULD THIS STORY BE?
HAPPY ENDING
SAD ENDING
LEAVE A NOTE/SOMETHING…
POLL ENDS BEFORE THE SECOND TO THE LAST CHAPTER (w/c is still not in progress)
SHOULD SOMEONE DIE?
IF SO, THE CHOICES ARE AFTER THIS CHAPTER…
(SORRY FOR THE LONG A/N… RUNS AWAY… AND GIVES CHAPTER 1)
CHAPTER: 1
SAYONARA (GOODBYE)
Shin Makoku was in prosperity. The 27th Maou, Yuuri Shibuya ensured no bloodshed & the unification of both human and Mazuko in a peaceful manner. He tried to give everyone the happiness, yet, there was one being that never experienced 'happiness' from the king. That was what Wolfram von Bielefeld thought. A week before the king's birthday, he' bumped' into him. Somehow he wished he didn't.
"Wolfram!" Yuuri said. "I-I-I'm so-rry,"
"Don't worry wimp, I bumped into you anyway,"
"Uh-- about the engagement--"
"Huh?!" Wolfram knew what Yuuri was gonna say. The king was about to break their 'accidental' engagement. Many years have passed, and their engagement was (still) in vain. The king never looked at Wolfram the way he looks at the noblewomen or ladies during some balls or festivities held in the castle.
"Break it," Wolfram said with bitterness ( and anguish) against the king. "Say that you're breaking the engagement during your speech in your upcoming birthday," Wolfram paused. He didn't want this but it's for the greater good, according to his logical thinking. "And sign a document that certifies our engagement is broken,"
"That's not what I wanted to say. What I want to say is --"
"We both know the engagement is in vain," Wolfram's voice was full of bitterness yet there was an almost caring tone behind it. "To make things easier for both you and me,"
"Uh-- well then" Yuuri began to walk opposite Wolfram's direction, "Sayonara, Wolfram."
'Its for the best, right?' Wolfram thought bitterly and started walking. Both men never looked back at each other.
That was a week ago, now Wolfram von Bielefeld was standing outside -the garden- . The air was warm due to the summer season. (A/N: Since Yuuri's birth date falls on summer) He watched from there how the guests from peasants to aristocrats listen intently to the king. Then the speech about (for) the engagement began.
When all the castle occupants were told about this a week ago, everyone was shocked. No one expected it since the 'couple' have been engaged for some time & the news spread like wildfire. The neighboring countries and some nobles sent their condolences. The day after that, marriage proposals came like a flock of birds (A/N: I don't think this idiomatic expression exists).
"Lord Wolfram," a stranger approached the blond prince.
Instinct told Wolfram to 'fire' at him, so he did and when the fireball passed and missed the face of the man a few millimeters only, it revealed a man about Conrart Weller's age.
The gardens that night were somewhat dark, only the moon illuminating light but was currently covered by clouds. Wolfram unsheathed his sword. Even though Wolfram von Bielefeld hates gatherings, he knew who were and who weren't guests. His sword was now directly pointing at the man's chest.
"I can't see why Master even wants you,"
The man was fast. One second he was at the blonde's mercy, now he punched the blond prince in the stomach. Wolfram coughed blood and fainted in the arms of the stranger. "Master thinks a creature as magnificent like you should never belong to the king,"
-x-x-x-
In a castle far away form Shin Makoku, another stranger was observing a job well done by one of 'her' puppets. "Good job (my) Rhandzel," The stranger said with a contented smile, gazing at a crystal sphere.
-end of chapter 1-
CHOICES:
-WOLFRAM
-YUURI
-OC