Yuuri just couldn't put his finger on why it disturbed him so much that Conrad was working for Dai Cimaron.

Sure- the main reasons were there.. 'Conrad should be on my side!' and, 'Conrad isn't the enemy!' and 'Why isn't he home, playing baseball with me?'

But there was something else- something really got to Yuuri and made his blood boil when he thought of Conrad calling Belar 'Your Majesty.'

Perhaps- it was when he first saw them together- at least, that's the first time he could remember feeling like this. The memory was hazy- he remembered that whatever it was- it left him reeling.

Belar had been sitting on his temporary throne at the award ceremony for the winners of the Fighter's Tournament- and Conrad.. was standing beside him, dressed in white and gold.

Those colors looked good on him- but to Yuuri- they were hideous, he desperately missed Conrad's traditional tan uniform and seeing him dressed in Dai Cimaron's colors.. it hurt.

Deep in his heart he knew there was just no way that Conrad- the man who named him and looked after him all this time.. could possibly betray him- but he couldn't help but be hurt by the man's recent actions and words.

But then- during the ceremony- he had almost lost his composure.. Murata told him later that he had to reel Yuuri in, because Yuuri was on the brink of 'Going Maoh' as he called it..

But why?

He tried to remember, and it came back to him in bits and pieces- he remembered that Belar had stood to leave the ceremony- and had turned whisper something in Conrad's ear- Conrad had nodded and then instead of Belar walking ahead of Conrad, like he usually did with Yuuri.. Belar had walked behind Conrad- and his hand.. his hand..

Yuuri noticed his own hand was shaking- making his fork clatter against his dinner plate, when he caught Wolfram's eyes across the table.

Oh- Oohh.. that bastard!

Yuuri felt a wave of anger and nausea hit him- he wasn't hungry anymore as he set his fork down and ran a hand through his hair.

"Yuuri- what's the matter..?" Wolfram asked, his hand reaching out to touch Yuuri's shaking one.

"It's nothing.. I just- I promise I'm okay." Yuuri finished, he couldn't admit it to Wolfram.. the blond prince probably wouldn't understand.. or he would understand and that would be even worse.

Now he remembered exactly what made him want to 'seek justice' upon Belar- what made him so upset..

Belar had comfortably rested his large palm on Conrad's lower back- Yuuri remembered watching it snake its way around Conrad's waist as they walked, and the stance that disgusting man took- how close he walked with Conrad- it could only mean one thing and it made Yuuri want to scream.

Belar liked Conrad- he really liked Conrad and Yuuri couldn't stand the idea. It filled him with disgust, hatred and most of all- jealousy.

Jealousy- which meant.. he probably also liked Conrad- this wasn't too shocking to Yuuri but just.. enraging.

That horrible person was probably- touching Conrad- who knew how often and where?

"Yuuri.." Wolfram's eyes were studying him, so Yuuri closed his. "Please tell me what's wrong- you're shaking."

Crap- he couldn't just brush this off.. Wolfram was just too damn persistent.

"It's okay- it's just- I think Belar is.. mistreating Conrad..?" Yuuri was bad at lying so he tried to stick as close to the truth as possible.

Wolfram looked thoughtful, "How so- did you see any bruises? Weller didn't have any black eyes- I think he can take care of himself."

"Y-yeah.. no.. I just.. have a feeling." he sighed, and Wolfram frowned.

Did Yuuri think he was stupid?

Just the thought of Belar possibly mistreating Conrad and he starts shaking?

Wolfram sighed to himself.

All Yuuri did was talk about Conrad- awake, asleep, always.

Not to mention the Fighter's Ceremony- only a week ago Yuuri almost transformed into the Maoh when he saw Conrad and Belar simply leave together.. it hurt.

Wolfram shamefully hoped that Yuuri would act the same way if he was the one walking off with another man.

"It's nothing- I'm.. sure he's fine." Yuuri said and then stood, "I'm going to go lay down, okay? I don't feel too well.. nothing major just- a headache."

"Alright.." Wolfram said numbly, building a lie in his head to tell Gunter later as to why Yuuri wasn't eating meals with them or outside, playing with Greta.

It was a beautiful day, after all.

Wolfram watched Yuuri go, he knew the truth of course, his fiancé was heartbroken- and possibly something he didn't think Yuuri could be- jealous.

True jealousy- petty jealousy- a jealousy mixed with hatred.

Wolfram would know- he often felt the same about Yuuri, but Yuuri wasn't feeling jealous about him..

Yuuri was feeling jealous over Conrad.

Wolfram set his fork down- appetite gone. He too, felt like he needed to lay down.