Disclaimer: No. I don't own Kyou Kara Maoh. And neither do the other 400 odd-writers.
"Useless."
The word echoed through his mind, repeating again and again, as if there were a million of them, the truthsayers, gathering in his mind to tell him what he was.
"Useless."
They found him like that, in the darkest corner of the hall, far away from the place where His Majest, Shinou, appeared. Wolfram's azure-clad arms wrapped around his knees, like a cacoon. Blond hair hung limply over hidden eyes, greener than everything.
"Wolfram?" came a soft, loving voice in front of him, filled with motherly warmth. Mother. But he couldn't hear her.
Useless, useless.
It drowned out everything. His pale, barely callused hands (useless) clenched, and his whole being trembled.
Cecilie von Spitzberg reached out for her son, her beautiful son, looking so lost and distant. But before she could hold him in her arms and tell him everything would be better, a hand laid on her shoulder and stopped her.
It was funny how that simple movement could stop a person from doing what she wanted most in the world.
His hands travelled up to clench in his luxuriant (useless) hair, his eyes shut in (useless) hysteria.
Shinou picked up a flower. "What have you ever done, for Yuuri and his kingdom?"
Wolfram stared.
"You know what that makes you, doesn't it?" Shinou pulled off the petals, one by one, and each caused a rip of agony through his being.
"Useless."
Am I stupid? Writing two big projects at the same time...
And I'm a new writer. o.O
Ah well. Next chapter up when I get 5 reviews ;D
And no. It doesn't count if all five are from you. But I appreciate the thought.