Warning - this is not happy or sweet or funny. It's sad and a bit depressing.

If you Kyou Kara Maou, it shouldn't take you long to figure out who's talking. More after the fic.

disclaimer - I don't own Kyou Kara Maou. Believe me, it wouldn't be recognizable as Kyou Kara Maou if I did.

It hurts. Every time it happens. Every time I step foreword and he steps back. Away … from me. Time hasn't lessened the pain, only the harshness of his reaction. I just take another step foreword and try not to notice the two he takes back.

I try … I try so hard to make him see. I yell. I scream. I shout. They seem to work better for me then the smiles and soft voice my brother uses. I don't think my brother tries to pull him away from me … but it is my brother that he always runs to meet. Not me. Never me.

It hurts. Every single time. And it hurts even more when my brothers look at me and understand my pain. That's just another couple arrows to add to the growing collection. I place them on the pile with care. I don't have much from either of them, so I guess I keep whatever I can get.

When the pain becomes too much to look him in the eye, I turn to play with our daughter. I read her stories, or sing and laugh. She's so happy to have a family that I can't bring myself to tell her that her favorite father doesn't see me as her second parent. Doesn't see me as her second, other father. I can't tell her that we're not really the family she thinks we are.

They told me once that he asked why I do what I do. Why do I yell at him? Why do I follow him everywhere? Why do I endure physical pain to be at his side? Why do I risk my life to protect him? He really is an idiot if he doesn't understand. The wise one agreed with me on that point. But then again, he said with a laugh, he always has been a little naïve.

I look around during one of mother's balls. I see my friends courting their sweethearts; exchanging smiles and short kisses or swinging them out on to the dance floor. He is surrounded by a gaggle of young hopefuls. Maybe tonight he'll choose one of them over me. Maybe. I won't give him the chance. I never do.

But it hurts. Every time I drag him away by the ear. Every time I knowingly accuse him falsely. Every damn time it hurts.

I've taken a great lot of pain because of him. I've started to wonder if maybe I shouldn't just stop this foolishness and break it up. Maybe I should let him be courted and won by some person or another. Maybe I should just become one of the faithful knights by his side. Maybe …

Maybe I should kill myself. It would amount to the same thing. The little daily, hourly, arrows of pain I can take. I don't think I could endure the destruction giving up would bring.

I guess in the end I am what they call me behind my back. Little Lord Brat. The selfish boy who always has to get what he wants. I guess I am.

Still … It hurts.

The End.

Err ... IT WAS HER FAULT :points at Mr. Elephant:

I love Wolfram to death, really. (Even if he can be a little idiotic at time) But his role is sad. He puts up with Yurri being a complete idiot half the time and spends the other half trying to show how much he loves his king and fiance (Yurri). Yurri ignores him, denies the engagment, doesn't spend much time with Wolfram and is constantly yelling at him for wanting to protect him by staying near him and keeping an eye out. Thankful there are times when Yurri isn't being a complete idiot/jerk.

I'm done ranting now, you can come back.

Yeah.

Review and give Wolfram a hug (or a Yurri husband!)