Disclaimer: Wolf-chan is mineeee! MINEEEE! …What? (sniffle) Okay…he is not mine. KKM is not mine…at all. (hole herself on the corner of the room)
A/N: I finally decide to write a series one. Thanks for everyone who has reviewed and who at least gave a read on my previous one-shot fic! I love you all for your encourage! This one I will write angst as I used to write. Sorry guys….;; Writing comedy or fluff isn't as easy as I thought. XO The title of this fic is inspired from the song of Loveless anime 'Tsuki no Curse' and from chapter 40.
This fic based on anime a couple years after chapter 40. Warning! This is yaoi. For everyone who is offended by yaoi, stand back! For the one who has no problem with it, welcome:D WolframXYuuri. A slight (veeeerrryyyy little) hint for ConradXYuuri.
The Curse of Moon
By Ruby-dream
Dreams are today's answers to tomorrow's questions. (Edgar Cayce)
To create the world he has wished…
A void night furnished by dazzling stars as the only sources of light, bestowing their glows on chilly Mazoku's castle which stood still valiantly in the midst of the dark green lush mountains. The queen of hours of darkness didn't seem interested to emerge that timidly hid herself behind the misty deceiving shape cloud.
There was no single light lit inside the palace besides the weak glow of lanterns which brightened feebly every post guards at every edge. No voice was heard besides the husky trembling whisper of night and soft snores from dim grand bedrooms; the castle seemed vacant with no hint of life souls resided in.
In order to create world which Yuuri has wished…
A blond prince of Mazoku abruptly thrashed from deep inviting slumber with blazing eyes, which their brilliance was silhouetted by swallowing darkness, and sharp gasp. He swiftly swept a cold sweat, which trickling down to his chin, with his cherry nightgown sleeve. Forcing his harsh pants to even by several deep breaths and sealed lids, he clutched a fistful of his dress to his burning chest, listening to uncontrollable rushing hard pulses of his.
He took a brief moment before managed to his ease to steady himself to creak open his lids to his side. A young raven haired boy seemed not disturbed by his sudden gesture, to Wolfram's ease, yet he seemed to have a peaceful sleep with a small innocence smile crossed his feature that the blond would love to watch for longer or entire night if he could.
A vivid vision and voice of his dream rushed once again through his head, to his fear.
He crossed his trembling hand through his thick silky golden strands, shuddered mutely with lowered face buried to his knees, unconsciously not making any little motions for not waking his other companion in the king size bed.
It was only dream…yet it was too vivid. Squeezing his knees to his chest, he spent the rest of night in his solitude, ignoring the numbness of the icy night air.
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He stifled a yawn with his hand, stretched his slender arms up above his head when there was no one in sight of him in the bright hallway. For a soldier who lack of sleep, bright day could be a murder that he shadowed his winced eyes from the reflecting summer midday sunbeams in a low scowl.
If only he could take a little break for short nap…
A cheerful cry snapped him out of his drowsy state that he strode for nearest window to notice the owner of familiar voice very soon. Maou was enjoying himself with a ball game that he started to introduce two years ago to every noble, maid and guards he knew or he met. It soon became a popular game since it was The Majesty's favorite.
Wolfram thought that the game was indeed pretty interesting, but he would better die than admit it loudly in front of his fiancé or his human brother. It was ridiculous, at first he only determined himself to keep his fiancé's in his sight only that he couldn't let Yuuri to have a happy time alone with Conrad only. It wasn't in his intention to get a little attached to that game; maybe because that game made him able to see Yuuri's bright laugh for the blonde's delight from close distance.
He leaned on the window frame; watching Yuuri who looked joyfully with his half brother always engraved a pang of venomous jealousy inside him, piling bit by bit at every fleeting day.
It was always painful to see them together, but he would hate himself more to witness his king's suffering when Yuuri lost Conrad. It meant if he loved the present Yuuri, he should never do anything to separate them by using his accident status as Maou's fiancé, as he wasn't ready to let go his fondness over raven hair boy.
It was painful to know that there was something connected between Yuuri and his brother that he could never understand about that bond, but it was for the best of them.
Maybe falling in love with Maou was not as easy as it seemed to be…
He never planned to fall in love with Maou after all since his birth…
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"Confiscated amulets?"
Wolfram tilted his head as a young soldier, one of his underling, nodded curtly before bowed courteously to make his leave. Wolfram didn't waste for another second to go to the treasure room, observing and cursing and flipping a bundle of paper in his grasp.
The dust got into his lungs and eyes, burning them painfully when he pushed open the wooden door. Maybe they had to make one official day to clean this room at least once a month. Well…to mention that people rarely stepped on this room, but still…
Coughing softly, he growled irritably. His oldest brother, Gwendal was not in good mood to verify the long torturous list of confiscated goods. There were higher mounts of papers of previous month on his responsibility. Maybe both of his brothers were too soft on their king since none of them even tried to force Yuuri and lock him for a whole day, signing and stamping, instead more wrinkles added on Gwendal's forehead.
"Really…maybe it will be better if I ask someone else to write information about these…" He moaned tiredly, his head hurt, his eyes were demanding him to a quick rest, his muscles sore.
"Just make it quick…" He scanned for the first page, reading thorough at every line grudgingly. "Imported illegally out from ShinMakoku…the suspicion merchant got caught and found died in his prison, committing suicide…"
"Hell…why can't they make everything easier?" He muttered silently in sarcasm as he flipped the papers unappreciatively.
A glint of light was caught on the edge of his eyes, reflecting a single light in the depth of darkness. Morgif moaned noisily, wordlessly. Catching none of those mumbles, Wolfram rolled his eyes and glared accusingly.
"Be quiet, will you?"
"Fuh…buh…muh"
He picked the stone vigilantly between his fingers, raising it high above his head to get a better sight with better light in the warehouse.
'A…moonstone?'
"Wha…It's pretty…Huh?"
With a flash of last light blinded him, and all he remembered afterward was slight burning on his upper arm and encountering darkness.
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'Wolfram…For his ideal world, would you…?'
"No…I!"
'Wolf…'
"Please wait! I..!"
"WOLFRAM!"
A pair of emerald orbs flung open in sudden awake and call.
"Yuuri…" He huffed before surrendered his head back on his soft pillow. "Don't surprise me like that…"
"Finally you wake up, that's great." The young king beamed and flopped back to sit on the edge of their bed.
"What…has happened?"
Straightened himself by leaning on the bed frame, he held his spinning head with his icy pale hand.
Cold…?
"I don't know…all of sudden, one of maid said that you collapsed on the warehouse when she was going to clean the warehouse yesterday."
"Yesterday?" He abruptly flung himself out of the bed, rushed for window with a deep frown. The reign on darkness had come with full moon emerged high on the castle proudly.
"…She found you on the evening." Yuuri glanced on him agitatedly. "…Are you alright?"
"I've slept for one whole day?"
The blue cotton pajamas lad simply nodded before strode to his fiancé, accompanying the blonde to his side on the window.
"Are you really feeling fine?" A deep concern crossed his adolescent face, Wolfram flushed adoringly as Yuuri rested his palm on the other boy's forehead, stroking gently away the silky strands of bright golden.
"Of…Of course I'm fine! I'm not a wimp like you!" He slapped away Maou's hand along with its warmth, to young prince's regret.
Yuuri muttered 'being ungrateful' before he stuck himself on the bed, pulling the blanket over his head.
The eyes, blazing with the light of depth rich color of leaves, stared on the hidden figure under the blanket forlornly from where he stood still. Instead returning back to join his black haired fiancé to his bed, Wolfram leaned himself on the window sill and stared unfocused through misty cold glass on faraway dark mountains, ignoring the biting cold on his glowing skin under the mourn light of moon.
"ShinMakoku…It's really pretty…Yuuri." He whispered softly with weak smile, "And you will bring peace on this land…won't you?"
A black raven flew across the dark sky and perched sullenly on one of the dying tree branch, watching intently from far.
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"It's one item short." The dark green uniform prince muttered in suppressed anger.
"Bu…But…Yesterday all is complete during the shipment, Your Excellency." A soldier gulped hard in fright.
"That's odd. When I check on them two days ago in the warehouse, everything was complete and flawless." Wolfram gazed up and straightened from wall, puzzlement clouded his emerald orbs. "Is there any possibility it was stolen?"
"There is no clue yet."
"I'll start an investigation soon if you wish, Aniue." He bowed a bit deep before he strode out of the room.
Gwendal nodded and stared coldly on the pile of papers.
"Another job…" He sighed, rubbing his forehead.
Stepping out of his office, he walked forward to his room, carefully avoiding a certain crimson head scientist.
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"Oh? So you're investigating the stolen item?" Yuuri glanced aside from drawer, buttoning his blue pajamas.
"Uh-uh." The soft slumber dipped as Wolfram threw himself to lie flat on his back, still complete in his cobalt soldier uniform. "We know nothing yet about it."
"I wish I can at least play investigation as well. I'm tired studying history all day…"
"Wimp…"
"Don't call me…!"
The young king turned swiftly and halted in long silence, only to find Wolfram sleeping peacefully in even breath.
"Change your uniform at least, can you?"
Chuckling softly, Yuuri took his rare chance to take a better look on the blond prince. The moon shone brightly, made its way to light his dim room for better sight. Wolfram spent most of his day with tense expression that only during night was the only chance for everyone to witness the innocence side of the young Mazoku.
'What was I thinking just now…?'
Blushing faintly, he believed that he had lost in tracking his first time to spend a little of his night hour only to steal an ephemeral glimpse on his fiancé. He threw his head on the soft pillow and wrapped the blanket over the blond and him.
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Cold…
He cupped both of his hand together, seeking desperately for warmth. It didn't help much, no matter what he did, even by rubbing his hands together.
'Where is this place, anyway?'
Everything was darkness; nothingness engulfed him entirely to his fear until he could finally discover the only small light.
Light…?
Striding toward it, his feet brought him.
Covering his hurting eyes by the light, he scowled under his breath and blinked twice due to recovery to get a better sight….
…of which he never wished to see.
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"WHA…?"
A strained scream nearly escaped out of his lips. A flash of his dream rushed across his head like a horror movie. He still could sense the smell of deep rich blood lingered on the air, the sparkling light of a sword, the tense smell of burning crisp in bright red flame…
'Come on, Wolfram. Get hold of yourself…It's not as if your first time seeing death…'
He tugged on his own uniform sleeves. He had seen so many deaths on the war and battle…so many lost souls in front of his eyes, why he feared?
He did remember he caught a glimpse of golden on the edge of his eyes on his dream.
The ivory fade moon hung a bit west on the horizon, sky had fallen to a depth sapphire color. He sighed heavily before deciding to get out of his worst slumber and flung his feet out of the bed soundlessly, not intending to break the soft snore beside him.
As his feet finger touched the marble floor, fear crept through his spine all over again.
"What's…the meaning of this…?"
His feet were dirty in mud and dust.
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"Another raid on us?" Yuuri stifled a yawn, still in half sleeping state. "I thought no one would consider attacking us after these two years in peace with three boxes in our possession?"
"It is a good opinion, Your Majesty, but…" Gunter crossed his arms, glancing on the dark silver haired noble. "They only attacked a person and burned down his property."
"How about the victim?" Yuuri interrupted hastily in concern. "Is he okay?"
"The villager found him on time." Conrad assured him. "No need to worry, he is under Gisela's treatment."
Yuuri sighed in relief before he focused back to the middle of meeting.
"We have tried to gather the information from him, but it seems he remembers nothing to provide us with any clue." Yuuri cringed as he listened to Gwendal. Was it just him that the noble sounded with icy rage inside?
"Is there any possible for this incident to have connection with the stolen confiscated item?" Conrad stated, leaning forward from mahogany bookshelf.
Gwendal nodded and glared on the secluded musing brother in the room.
"Wolfram."
Silence…
"Wolfram!" Gwendal snapped an octave lower in growl. Yuuri swore that the floor shook a bit but he voiced nothing for his very dear life.
Gunter began to shift uneasily at his place, when Yuuri kept his gaze straying from Gwendal to his fiancé and Gwendal and the blond again with uh-oh-you-better-watch-out look then to Conrad. The chocolate head soldier nodded and took a prompt initiative to stride to his younger brother to alert him of the current risky situation.
Gwendal had passed his patience limit before Conrad had chance to approach his baby brother though…
"WOLFRAM!" He slammed his fist on the table. Hard.
A flock of birds outside of window flied abruptly through the sky away from their perch in fright. Yuuri settled his own weight on the shaking table, looking at the blond in sympathy.
'Wew…His angry shout was enough to kill a march of soldier.'
Gunter covered his deafening ears in dizziness when Conrad had already stood between the pure blood Mazoku princes, assuring his little brother away from further harm.
Wolfram almost leapt from his spot out of the counsel room. A slight fear masked on his gleaming eyes before straightened himself rather stiffly, gazing to the floor, finding it more interesting to look than anything on the room.
"I…I'm sorry. I was away for a moment."
Gwendal was preparing himself to snarl again, but Conrad threw him a look and shook his head. Yuuri tried to laugh sheepishly to break the tense or…hot atmosphere around him. "Let's continue, shall we?"
A heavy sigh was audible loud which was continued with deep baritone. "Due to the investigation of stolen item, is there any clue?"
Wolfram huffed in relief; a flitting grateful look was on his brother and fiancé, out of his own realization before he replied hastily.
"No. There is no even single clue or witness."
"There are so many strange events occurring all of sudden." Conrad helped willingly.
Gunter and Gwendal argued respectively at each other, too deep in concentration to notice other thing, trying to figure out further of the criminality. Yuuri was silent to consume most of opinions to his brain along with Conrad who threw some opinion here and there. Running his hand on his black hair, Yuuri caught a glimpse on the golden haired lad leaning on the wall, watching outside of window.
'He is staring away again, what's wrong with him, anyway?'
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Yuuri muttered rather bemused under his breath along the long darkened hallway, ignoring the coldness of night air before he bumped on the turn.
"Your Majesty…" Half surprised voice rang softly.
"Conrad…I told you to call me Yuuri, you named me." He rubbed his nose slightly with a soft smile. "Anyway, did you see Wolfram?"
"Is there anything you need for him, Yuuri?"
"Not really." He gazed up, pondering halfway. "Don't you think he acts pretty strange today?"
Conrad smiled a bit apologetically. "Yes. I told his instructor to send him out of practice for a day. He didn't seem concentrating." Shrugged a little, he whispered softly like a breeze. "I believe he is sleeping right now."
"You notice it, too." Yuuri yawned slightly and stretched his tiring body…well, his day always seemed contracted to the signing paper to his death.
Conrad let out a chuckle, noticing how high the shade of moon had perched once again on the cloudy rumbling sky. Indeed, it would be going to be a distressing night.
With an assuring smile, Conrad took a few steps forward from Yuuri to Yuuri's room direction. "Well, shall we?" Yuuri nodded and trailed beside him.
After a small bid, the mahogany door creaked open slowly, trying to make no sound out. He didn't step forward that he instead peered on the dark room, wondering whether the blond was still awake to tell him for what had happened to him.
"Yuuri?"
Yuuri tried his best not to jump in his surprise, smiled sheepishly as he closed the door behind him. He gazed up, which he regretted much very soon and blushed furiously.
The other companion sat on the sill of window amidst the consuming shadow. His fair skin glowed softly under the blissful light of lunar night, the golden strands fell lightly on his cheek with half tousled hair, his frilly nightgown rustled gently against the window frame as he gestured a bit to lock his jade orbs on the raven ones.
"Ahahah…You're not asleep yet?"
Yuuri could hear a demanding-night-routine-angry scream like 'Wimp…I've been waiting for hours, you fool!' ringing in his head.
"I see. Go to sleep then." He returned with a soft weak smile and gazed out to the thundering sky with tears of cloud which falling a drip by drip.
Yuuri was stunned for a moment.
"Are you okay?" Advancing to the drawer to take out a pair of his favorite pajamas, he didn't leave his gaze on the other lad.
"Aren't you going to sleep?" Wolfram half-snapped gently.
Silence…
Sighing in defeat, he buttoned to the last of his cotton pajamas and paced to the side of Wolfram. "What's going on with you?"
"Sleep, Yuuri. I'll go after a few minutes." Without sparing even an ephemeral glance, he persuaded more like a request.
Shrugging ignorantly, the black hair boy threw himself on the soft bed, staring ungratefully on the vacant space and shivering lightly under his blanket.
'Sheez…since when night is so cold?'
Muttering half-heartedly he hoped for the blond to join him soon. Unknown to him, even after his lashes grew heavy, his fiancé didn't even gesture a bit from his previous spot before an hour later.
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The same smell…the same view…the same flame…
A pair of olive eyes bulged wide in shock in trembling hands. A word stumbled on between his quavering dried lips.
"It's not even a dream…"
His ivory hands drenched of the wet fresh blood which dripping slowly from an unknown sword to his hands on its hilt.
"Why…?"
He knew it was the beginning of his entire nightmare…or worst, reality.
Ok, guys! Let's take a rest. :D I'm tired. It's still in the beginning of everything, more things and new chapter will come. :P Sorry, Wolf, didn't intend to torture you though. But…come on…this is angst fic, of course someone has to suffer. A bit boring, huh? Calm down, the story is getting there now. :P Please let me know what do you think about this fic. Any comment I will be very happy to accept them. I apologize since I can't reply all reviews on my previous fic because it's forbidden from now on from fanfiction-net.Thanks for the understanding! XD