The Hurt
By: Aesthetic Breezy Doll
Note: I obviously don't own Kyou Kara Maou, so don't sue.
What hurts more, being with someone, loving them yet knowing you can't have them or loving someone so much, not knowing that you do or you don't how to love them and make them happy? Yuuram
Wolfram loses his memory—but only of Yuuri. Understanding that he has partial amnesia, he still continues his engagement for what he thought was the sake of their image. Throughout the days of not really knowing what happened between them and why Yuuri was always so nervous whenever he asked about their relationship, he tries to get to know Yuuri and as a result, falls for him again. He then asks help from other people to understand their "accidental" engagement and realizes Yuuri's mixed feelings…and more. Would he still keep their engagement if he learns about his and Yuuri's situation before he lost his memory?
This is (by the order of ideas) my 9th fic. Ten, yeah, I know. But it's really my fifth posted story but sixth posted fic since I've by far, created five stories and one songfic. Get it? Haha, it's confusing. Anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 1: Falling
He remembered falling, but before falling, he slipped and lost hold of the rocks then everything went black. He couldn't remember if anyone was with him…he couldn't remember where he was. The next thing he knew, he couldn't open his eyes. Voices echoed around him and he could feel a familiar yet mysterious hand holding his own, calling forth one's healing abilities. It couldn't be Gisela, her touch was different, and this person's hands were calloused, probably a man's.
"Wolfram." He could hear him saying. His voice was unfamiliar yet comforting…like he had heard it before but he couldn't identify whose. He didn't try to move or open his eyes since he had tried before but couldn't, so more likely it would have the same effect if he tried.
He drifted back to sleep, the echoes of voices around him comforting him.
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Yuuri tried his best to call forth all of his healing abilities. It had been two days since Wolfram's fall, and he hadn't woken up yet, no signs of movement or brain activity. Gisela said that there was a possibility that he'd never wake up. He refused to believe it, he couldn't accept that.
He had been draining himself, giving his all to Wolfram, just to have his eyes open once more. They've been asking him to eat or take a rest but he refused to, he wanted to be there when the blond would wake up but the possibilities were a few.
Still, he refused to leave his side, for the last time he did, he fell and hit his head badly. He had been blaming himself for being so entranced by the view that he didn't realize Wolfram slipped…and fell. So captivated by what he could see that he couldn't realize what was happening beside him.
He had been too late when he reached Wolfram. The prince had already hit the ground, unconscious. He rushed him back to the castle and immediately called for Gisela. She said she didn't know if he would awaken and that she could only ease his pain, if he was feeling any, and heal the cuts and bruises he had.
He never showed what he was feeling inside, he kept a hopeful face, but inside he was breaking. He'd feel the guilt for life, knowing that he couldn't save his best friend. He refused to take a rest until the prince moved.
"Wolfram." He had been calling for him, time and again, looking for any signs of life. Every time he didn't, he clasped his hands around the blonde's a little tighter. Doing his best to heal whatever pain he might feel.
Wishing, hoping and believing that he'd open his emerald eyes and be able to move. To live long as a demon would. To find happiness in his eyes. To see his infamous pout again. To feel his glare. To hear his jealous rants. To hear him call him a wimp. To see him smile. To watch him spar.
He realized then that he'd rather be bickering with him right now than healing him…
He sighed, thinking of what he'd give just for the blond to live.
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Days passed and the young prince never moved. With all the worries, Yuuri never felt hungry or tired. He just knew he had to be by his side. Yuuri's body was weakening, but he didn't mind. Anything to wake his dear friend, he could worry about himself later. Wolfram was his highest priority.
Nobody could do what he was doing, Conrad couldn't stay by Wolfram's side because of his patrols, Gwendal had some papers to attend to, Günter often tried to be beside his king but Gwendal needed help, Anissina was too busy creating something that would supposedly "help" Wolfram, Cecille was still in her free love journey, she wasn't notified, yet, and Greta had to sleep and eat, unlike Yuuri who refused to do so.
Sometimes they would visit, to see if the blond prince was becoming better, but each time Gisela checked, she'd always say the same thing. And every time she said it, it meant lesser chances of Wolfram ever waking up. But Yuuri kept his hopes up. He never really knew when, but he was certain that Wolfram would wake up.
The sixth day came and there were still no improvements in Wolfram's condition. Everyone seemed to accept the fact that the bratty prince was never going to wake up. It hurt Yuuri, feeling that no one really care for his fia—I mean friend. He refused to listen to their pleas, whether about signing paperwork, eating or sleeping. He didn't want to give up or just sit around and wait; he knew he had to help.
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Everything was dark, he wasn't certain about where he was, but he was certain that it was dark. And someone was holding his hand. Sometimes he could feel that certain someone's other hand brushing his locks away from his face. Sometimes he felt those gentle touches on his face, or forehead. As much as he tried, he couldn't identify who it was. He had begun to try to open his eyes once again, curious about who this person was. He didn't really know how long he had been unconscious, but he knew that it had been quite a while, more than a few days.
He didn't know why, but he felt sad when he sensed that the hand disappeared, and he couldn't feel his gentle touches anymore. Still, he didn't give up and tried his best to open his eyes, to see the person who have seemed to…in a very unusual kind of way, captured his heart and made him feel loved.
Then he felt it again, those warm, gentle hands holding his own.
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Yuuri heard a knock on the door, but he never left his place by Wolfram's side. Murata came, with something that looked suspiciously like a hospital bed, with the wheels under.
"Shibuya, look—I know I can't persuade you to eat or do your duties, but at least sleep. Don't worry, he'll wake up soon. It's okay for you to stay here, but just take a break, you need it."
Yuuri nodded as he pushed the bed beside Wolfram's and lied down, then for the first time in six long days, let sleep over take him. But not before he clasped his hand around the other's.
"Wolfram." He whispered before he fell into a much needed-slumber.
end of chapter 1
So there, another new one. How'd I do? I'm sorry if it's quite short…
Oh yeah, since school's back and my parents have decided on implementing rules, one of those being that I'm not allowed to use the computer and internet during weekdays except for Friday, Saturday and Sunday, my updates might become slower. Don't worry, I won't forget about my stories, I promise. ;D Hopefully there'd be days when homework's, quizzes and my parents wouldn't be around. Haha.
Anyway, hope you liked my new story if you did (or even didn't) please tell me! I'd like to know your thoughts about my works! WV