Disclaimer: Not mine..never will be mine...sadly. -tear-
Alright! First KKM FF! Not my first FF but eh...it's been awhile since I last saw the series. I recently read several KKM FF that inspired me to write one of my own. You may point out my obvious errors but do remember there is a fine line between helpful and constructive criticism and being mean. I find the first one a big helpful hint and a good sign that my stories are that special that the readers want to help with pointing out my faults. Any horrible errors, or minor, pointed out, hopefully, I will get around to fixing or at least prevent it from being done in future chapters. Flames? Eh...I'm laid back, I'll ignore. Might be a lil mad but not much I can do. Anyways, this is a Yuuram story, please enjoy.
Summary: Yuuri agrees to let Wolfram go, to let Wolfram marry another noble and disappear. A month later Yuuri wants Wolfram back and is willing to send Shin Makoku to war if that's what it takes to get back Wolfram. Crazy, obsessive with no intent to let up unless Wolfram is found, everyone scrambles to find the fire wielder. But even if Wolfram is found, will things ever be the same?
Note: This takes place when Yuuri is 20...? There by making Greta...15?
Chapter 1: To Disappear
Wolfram was never considered a patient person. Even he himself acknowledged that his fuse ran a little on the short end. So not only was he completely amazed but everyone else was just as shocked that he continued the cat and mouse game with Yuri for as long as he had. It was like a small game of tug-of-war. Neither willing to give in and just when one side slightly loosened their grip the opponent took advantage only to raise the guard back up. It was long, tedious and down right frustrating.
Especially on the blonde mazoku soldier's part.
Gwendel's temper regarding the situation grew with each passing day to the point that even Conrad's soothing attempts were wearing off. The earth user just couldn't bear to see his baby brother being strung along to their king's pace. Even though Yuri was all too oblivious to it all. His questionable gestures that often rose a string of hope from the blonde only to crush it moments later. It was getting on everyone's last nerves however the young king paid no heed. Only going along merrily with his own pace.
But even Wolfram knew the charade had to end…
"Yuri, we need to go our separate ways. Yuri we need to go our separate ways." Wolfram mumbled to himself, practicing how to phrase one of the most devastating sentences he'd never thought he'd say. At least not to Yuri. The blonde paced the front door of the room he shared with the king. Mumbling each line quieter and quieter until nothing came from his opened mouth. He gripped his hair in frustration, painfully pulling out several strands while biting his lower lip. In all his years of life he never thought he'd have to say this.
"Oh, Wolf!" A pat on the mazoku's back snapped him back to reality. Quickly emerald eyes ventured to the source of his problems and the pain he thought was intense before grew ten times worse.
"Y-Yuri…" Wolfram swallowed nervously, feeling himself break out in a nervous sweat. He was unable to meet the other's gaze, casting to the side and watching the opposite wall with sudden vivid interest. The young king knew something was off with his friend, his smile dropping and his brows narrowing with concern.
"What's wrong?" He quickly asked. Looking at his friend's quaking form with even more worry than before. Wolfram really wanted to bolt away then and there. Unable to explain that it was over between them. Even though he knew Yuri would have no difficulties accepting the ending of their engagement, for Wolfram it would nearly kill him.
"I'm fine." The blonde hesitantly stated. "Yuri…we um…" A sort of crease made it's way onto the full blooded mazoku's forehead. His brows dipped, eyes frantically looking elsewhere besides the demon king, looking for anything to give him the courage he desperately needed.
"Wolf, what is it?" Yuri softly asked. An underlying tone of worry now more prominent towards his friend.
"I'm ending the engagement!" Wolfram suddenly shouted, his eyes clenched and shoulders hunched. Yuri was taken aback for a moment. Filtering what he had heard before the idea wrapped it's claws around his brain. A form of relief made it's way through the double black's body but a lingering question remained as to how he was suddenly granted this new found freedom.
"Why?"
Wolfram refused to look him in the eye. "Our engagement is nothing but a joke to you anyways and my uncle has set me up with another noble."
"O-Oh?" For some reason, the thought of Wolfram being with anyone else was unsettling. He had grown much too used to his friend's constant company-whether it was welcomed or not. And looking at Wolfram who was always to strong and proud, seeing him so vulnerable and afraid clutched at his heart. "I'm happy for you." But there was nothing much he could do for his friend.
Wolfram mustered a smile. Looking ready to cry while doing so. "Thank you." His voice was as shaky as before. The blonde bowed, showing his respect for the king before turning to the door. "I'll be gone in a week, you won't have to worry anymore." Wolfram turned away, unable to linger near the man he loved so much. The brutal fact that now Yuri was free while he was bound to another hurt him. The mere idea of the double black monarch running to the arms of another and having beautiful children while Wolfram would be nothing more than a noble prize for another cast a shadow of depression in the corners of his mind. And Yuri, who he loved so much, had just let him walk away.
He had always known it would be painful; he had already accepted the fact that the feelings he held for the young monarch would never be reciprocated and was willing to slowly vanish into the background. Wolfram understood he played his part in helping Yuuri grow, helping him by his side for the vast number of years. Watching, always watching, waiting with nothing to really wait for. He'd waited long enough. Wiping away the lingering traces of sorrow, Wolfram set to packing. After all he had just broken his engagement and set Yuuri as a free man. If another, one such as himself, were to continue taking residence in the monarch's chambers it would be more of a hassle for everyone in the long run.
Emerald eyes paused in their listless gaze, turning to the midday sky ahead. Wondrous blue with white fluffy clouds whisking away overhead. Bright and warm like a make believe fairy tale he'd read to Greta numerous times before. Greta… He had forgotten about her and how much this would probably effect her. The young princess was too young to understand what was happening but not too naive to understand that she would be losing one of her fathers. He grabbed at his bangs, fisting his hair tightly while biting the inside of his cheek. He'd be leaving his little girl behind. She'd grow up, eventually forget about Wolfram when Yuuri took another. Greta would grow into a wonderful woman who was just as kind and sensible just as her adoptive father. But in the end, again, she would probably never recall having a second blonde father. And if she did, she would probably resent him.
Wolfram couldn't continue packing, not with his mind as frazzled as it was. Instead, the soldier walked towards the window, pressing a hand on the glass delicately. He wanted to leave. No, he wanted more than that. He wanted to disappear. He wanted all to forget about his one-sided romance with the Maoh, the complete and utter infatuation he believed would one day be reciprocated, the silly and petty arguments, the fact that he was even there. Wolfram just wanted to disappear. To fade into the background where no one watched what he did, where no one judged his course of action, where he could prove to be useful. Yet it was the fate of a noble to always be in the lime light, to be in the petty gossip and false rumors. Nothing could change that. Not even the young Maoh himself. It's no use whining about it. He thought sullenly. His gaze redirected towards the half packed suitcase. Wolfram forced himself to complete the task at hand-to take all of his memories and toss it into a box that would travel to different locations within such a short span of time. The pink night gown, his hair brush, his other personal items, letters and jewelry, all that had belonged in a separate room once upon a time were now packed. He was simply changing rooms for the time being but at the end of the week he would be leaving the castle behind. One more week… His eyes narrowed, clicking the final case shut.
Wolfram honestly didn't know if he could survive.
When Yuuri returned to his bed he cleaned and changed like usual, not really understanding what was missing in the picture of his routinely evening. Grabbing his toothbrush and cleaning his teeth in the mirror, the monarch pondered over what exactly was lacking in such a quiet evening. He couldn't quite place his finger on it. Spitting out the foam and rinsing, Yuuri still kept thinking that something was off. Even climbing into bed after inspecting his now desolate closet, he couldn't find what was wrong with his room. It wasn't until he laid on the bed and bid Wolfram goodnight that Yuuri finally caught on to what exactly was missing. He shot up from bed to inspect that his ex-fiancée had taken all of his things and left.
The room was spacious, looking much more like a room of his than a shared one. There was no random book piled onto the chair or dresser, no sword or other pointing weapons placed at random hiding places. It looked empty, newer even. But Wolf isn't suppose to be leaving until the end of the week. Yuuri tilted his head while continuing his inspection. It felt odd to think that this would be what it was like when his friend left. Odd and a bit unnerving seeing as he had come to rely on Wolfram on certain cold nights for warmth or an anchor when he awoke from terrible nightmares. You're a grown adult Shibuya! He mentally slapped himself for thinking such pitiful thoughts. He didn't need Wolfram. Before he would have jumped at the mere prospect of the blonde leaving, but now he couldn't help but feel as if a dark void had suddenly encompassed his being. The same feeling when Conrad betrayed them, when Sara had been the bad guy all along. Yuuri felt genuinely hurt, as if Wolfram had betrayed him by following through with his wish and breaking off the engagement. Hurt and a bit of anger towards the blonde mazoku.
Falling backwards, letting his head land on the mountain of pillows now reserved for himself solely, Yuuri attempted to sort through the variety of feelings he felt about the situation. It, in the end, just let to a frustrating circle. A frustrating circle based on frustrating, complex emotions. He just wanted it to disappear; to disappear so he could have some peace of mind. He never wanted to feel this confused with himself ever again, to never feel as angry as he was about something he didn't quite grasp. In the end all of his thoughts just kept rebounding back to Wolfram. Wolfram was leaving him-them-in the matter of a few days. The blonde would be leaving behind the castle, Shin Makoku, his family, their daughter-Greta! Yuuri groaned. He had forgotten about his precious daughter. She would be devastated about Wolfram's absence. Again, the unreasonable feeling of betrayal coursed through his veins. Wolfram was willing to give up Greta, leave the poor child who had already been abandoned once.
"Stop it Yuuri." Yuuri groaned to himself. His eyes trained onto the canopy overhead. Wolfram was leaving. He would be gone for good and out of his hair in the matter of a few days. It was just as he pictured since the first week of his engagement to the mazoku. But yet it didn't have the same feel as did have in his dreams.
The monarch groaned, resting his arm over his eyes. He just wanted this mess to disappear and never return again.
Little did he know just a few turns away the very source of his frustration was wishing the same thing and planning to ensure he'd never have to see the king ever again.
Yuuri's wish was never to be granted for on the fated departed day, Wolfram and his men rose early and left before anyone else could give their goodbye. Wolfram left before dawn, left his home without so much as a backward glance. He left swiftly and quietly, devastating everyone in Blood Pledge Castle. Even worse, he devastated Yuuri in a way that both never thought to be considered possible.
