Darkest Hopes
By red-rose-priestess
Disclaimer: I don't own Kyo Kara Maoh. This is only a FAN FITCION and I am merely using the characters. End of story. Now let us get on with the fic.
Chapter One --
Wolfram's POV
It wasn't fair anymore. None of it was.
Wolfram sat in a small private room he had found. In his hands, was his stress reliever. A small dagger with a sapphire inlayed handle.
This small weapon helped relieve so much of Wolfram's pain, and yet nobody knew of it. No one could ever know of the beautiful boy's anguish.
As he makes the first cut of the night, he takes a sharp intake of breath. He relishes the feeling of pain.
Today had been so difficult.
Wolfram's beloved love, had yet again not realized how much the demon prince cares for the king. Their engagement was nothing but a mistake, yet he refused to take it back. They were just somehow in the middle, and it was really beginning to wear on the blond.
He makes another cut on his wrist. Not deep enough to be fatal, he didn't want to die. Yet. All he really wanted was for Yuuri to return his feelings, though he knew this would never happen.
Sighing in defeat, the blond pulls the sleeves of his shirt down over the self inflicted wounds, then tucks the dagger back into its' pouch.
What he really needed now, was good night's sleep.
Slipping silently out the door, Wolfram walks to Yuuri's private room. The demon king didn't like sharing his room with the prince. Wolfram knew this. Yet it meant the world to the blond. All the night long, Yuuri could belong only to Wolfram. No one could disrupt their peace. Only when Yuuri awakens in the mornings would things return to their horrible normalcy, or Wolfram's nightmare
Without knocking, the blond prince enters the room quietly and removes his boots. He pads barefoot to the wardrobe and extracts a clean linen shirt to wear to sleep. Stripping completely naked, Wolfram pulls on the articles of clothing. Once wearing it, the prince recognizes it to be one of Yuuri's. The Maoh's scent covered the fabric.
Yuuri's form lay motionless on the bed, leading Wolfram to believe the king to be sleeping. Not wanting to disturb his love, the prince gently crawls under the sheets and moves to lightly spoon Yuuri.
Wolfram takes into account Yuuri's breathing. The blond prince concludes his king to still be awake. Not willing to move or speak, for fear of ruining the mood, Wolfram lies still.
He had banished the old Wolfram. The one who would constantly complain of Yuuri's disinterest and claim him to be cheating. Now, the prince reasonably left the Maoh alone, only occasionally calling him a 'wimp'. The affectionate term Wolfram had called his king on a regular basis, now held a bittersweet meaning. The Maoh's reaction to the name had always been funny, and the blond still did.
Yuuri shifts in bed slighty pulling away from Wolfram's hold. The action breaks the prince's heart all over again. He says nothing and continues to lay in the same spot. Silent tears stream down his face and Wolfram fights back the sobs threatening to break free.
Why did he continue to torture himself like this?
Before he cold break down, Wolfram slips from under the blankets and walks to the door. He turns slightly as he opens it, and finds Yuuri sitting in bed watching him.
"Wolf?" He asks curiously.
Wolfram turns his tear streaked face away from his love. Without saying a word, he slips out into the hallway. The door closes with a thump, and Wolfram quickly walks to the only place he knew he could.
Conrad's room.
Freezing in his lack of clothes and feeling extremely immodest, Wolfram pads barefoot to his brother's room. Yuuri hadn't followed him. That bastard really didn't want anything to do with Wolfram. He was probably happy to be rid of him.
Knocking on Conrad's door, the blond becomes nervous. He had never come to his brother for help in the past. This was definitely a first.
Conrad opens the door looking harassed and sleepy. "What the—Wolfram? What are you doing waking me up this hour?" Conrad takes in the demon prince's appearance and seems to realize the severity of the situation. "I need to talk to you Weller. I'm at my wits end."
Conrad looks shocked and steps aside so Wolfram can enter the room. "What is it?" He asks sitting on the bed motioning for Wolfram to do the same.
The demon prince awkwardly sits and tries to keep the linen shirt from riding up his thighs. Conrad probably didn't need to see Wolf in all his naked glory.
"I can't stand to be so close to Yuuri anymore. It's driving me insane. I figured I could ask for you help on distancing myself from him." Conrad gives the blond a look of bewilderment. "You don't want to be around him? I thought you loved—" Wolfram cuts across his older brother. "Indeed Weller. I do love him, but I will be damned if I stay where I am unwanted. I've had enough."
Conrad nods. "Okay Wolf. I understand." The older brother says. "I'll make all the proper arrangements tomorrow so that you will only have to spend the minimal amount of time with Heika. I will also arrange for you to stay with me. That is, if you wish."
Wolfram nods. "Until we find an available room, I would like to stay here." He felt odd talking so personally with his brother.
"Come on. Let's get some sleep."
Wolfram crawls under the blankets next to Conrad. His attempts to keep his shirt down, seemed to be failing. He gives up and snuggles down into the pillows. Tomorrow would prove very interesting.
Hullo. Haha, so this is my first KKM fic, and I really hope I have things straight. I've only seen the first half of the anime and I've read about a hundred fan fictions. I do hope this is up to par. Review and let me know please.