Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou… If I did, Yuri and Wolfram would actually see some action (snickers)…
Title: Cursed Heart
Author: xrhayne (posted under 83rd Twilight)
Genre: flangsty with a bits of etceteras on the sides
Main Pairing: YuuRam
Warnings: Slash/ MxM/ Shounen Ai/ Yaoi… mpreg? You've been warned…
Rating: T
Summary: The Bielefeld Family has a cursed legacy… guess who inherited it? When the engagement is broken, Wolfram leaves with a broken heart and two extra baggage nobody knew about. So what happens when he is found ten years later preparing for death?
Find out….
Cursed Heart by xrhayne
Prologue: Cursing Hearts
Eight lit black candles were placed inside a circle of ancient runes. In the midst, stood a thick red candle with its brightly burning flames illuminating the four objects that surrounded it: a lock of blonde hair, a vial of blood, a family crest and a withered flower.
Outside the circle, a beautiful maiden crowned with midnight tresses and eyes of the deepest ends of the forests stood with an intricately carved dagger in her hands. Silken robes lay at her feet revealing her naked form.
Her swollen abdomen exposing the truth of her condition. Pointing the blade towards the flames, she spoke loud and clear:
"By my death, I will be avenged. By blood, my will be bound. Suffer as I have suffered. You and your accursed family. Doomed to walk in the circle of pain. The power I have given thee, I cannot retrieve, but this I declare: may your truest flame be sealed in the depths of the frozen abyss of your heart. By my hatred you are damned. By my death, your fate is sealed. By my love, you may be saved. Heed now my voice, Keepers of the Earth, Air, Water and Fire. Avenge your daughter's honor!"
As lightning surged towards the centre of the circle, the blade was plunged into the priestess' womb splitting the distended flesh. A wailing cry pierced the air as a body fell onto the marbled floor.
"It is done…"
The temple maidens rushed to prepare for a hasty funeral. Several of them rushed here and there to find their temple head priestess to have someone facilitate the final rites.
The sole heir of the Bielefeld estate was found dead late last night with his pregnant wife and their unborn child. The cause of their deaths have not been disclosed, although it has been said that the servants heard their lady scream moments before they were found lifeless inside their bedroom. The young lord's heart had been ripped out. It was never found.
The maidens opened the heavy doors and gasped in surprise at the sight that greeted them.
There in the middle of the temple, before the altar, was a baby wrapped in silken cloth. He had the most beautiful green eyes and delicate golden curls. He grasped two interesting objects within his tiny fingers. A small chain on which hung a clear gem with red flames flickering inside and a noble family crest.
The Bielefeld crest.
Their head priestess cannot be located that day. She was never found.
End Prologue
Part I: Chapter One: Brokenhearted Beauty
The halls at the west wing of the castle are empty at midnight. Save for a lone figure striding the spacious corridors with quick yet silent footfalls. The light of the full moon illumines the darkness through intricate stained glass windows. The figure fleets by like a graceful phantom gliding towards the narrow stairs leading up to one of the towers. Little drops of clear liquid trailed the path hastily trodden by lightly covered feet. The long, narrow, winding staircase was void of light, but the body had memorized every concrete step that a stumble or a fall is highly unlikely before the destination is reached. Little beams of moonlight filter through the cracks of a wooden door at the top. Pale, slender fingers reached for the metallic lock and released it with a soft click opening the entrance to a small terrace. Walking towards the left side of the railing, the slim form perched onto it, bare back leaning on the cold, stone wall, one knee bent and planted firmly on the rail while the other dangled freely in the air. Clasped tightly in one hand was a rare clear gem with red flames within, glittering in the night like shining rubies within a large diamond.
A pale, beautiful face lifted towards the heavens. Bright, viridian eyes wide with deep pain gaze at the stars, seeking for answers that fate refused to give. Tears flowed silently without restraint on perfectly chiseled cheeks. Tears of anger, tears of pain. The star filled canopy of the sky is a mocking background to the ethereal vision of beauty in anguish.
Because there in the tower overlooking a vast, verdant forest was one Sir Wolfram Bielefeld alone and miserable in what should have been the most wonderful night of his colourful mazoku life.
His one hundredth birthday. His coming of age. The time in his life where he can finally step into the threshold of mazoku adulthood as he comes to the realization of his full demon potentials. It is the age when he can now bind with his chosen mate and have beautiful children together. Or at least that was how it was supposed to go.
But for all his beauty, devotion and passionate charm, he could not hold on to the man who had claimed his heart and soul.
For twenty years Wolfram waited for the love of his life: the Maou, Yuuri Shibuya. The wimpy king who gave him the slap that changed his life forever. And they had been through a lot with the passing of time. More than a decade of friendship made him hope that the black-haired young man would learn to love him and accept him as a mate. After Yuuri had returned to Shin Makoku, they bonded some more and eventually became the best of friends, his wimp's family had welcomed him into their life, with Mama Jennifer already having picked a wedding outfit for him (a white rhinestone beaded strapless ball gown with a long laced train and a veil), his own mother had already given him one of her treasured gem-encrusted tiara, and both moms exchange wedding ideas regularly. Their respective brothers must have a formal wedding attire hanged discreetly somewhere in their closets. Günter had even grudgingly admitted defeat and sobbingly surrendered his fateful love for the Maou-heika to a worthy rival. Greta started calling him Daddy Wolfram. Annissina had already invented her perfect wedding gift (shudder!). Eru already declared herself as their flower girl. The point is everyone had already assumed, accepted and even anticipated that they would eventually end up together. Everyone turned out wrong. Everyone never considered Yuuri's feelings about the whole situation. Everyone ended up disappointed.
Over a month ago, Wolfram von Bielefeld finally consented to formally break his engagement to the 27th Maou once and for all, so that the latter could officially pursue the fascinating Lady Arania Lavelle, a fair-haired beauty from the western part of the kingdom, the pride of a minor noble clan: the Lavelles. The cheating wimp met her at one the festival balls six months ago and immediately fell under her spell.
At first, Wolfram tried to ignore the situation. He told himself that his Yuuri was just infatuated with another pretty bimbo. After some time he reverted to his brat-prince mode. His jealous outbursts had Yuuri muttering retorts like 'she's not a bimbo', 'you don't know her', 'she's a fine young woman', 'the engagement's a fluke' or 'why don't you just cancel the damned thing if you're too worked up about it.'
Developing a semblance of self control over the years allowed Wolfram to prevent their fights from escalating further. But somehow Yuuri started to drift away from the blonde prince.
As the days, weeks and months passed by, the Maou began to spend more and more of his free time with the lady and coming back from each of the visits with a smile getting brighter every single time. When the young woman began to visit the palace, Wolfram stubbornly kept to Yuri's side at all times even when he was being dismissed, taking every opportunity to rub it in her face that he was the king's fiancé and not her. The fair lady though, was nothing but gracious and polite, her manners impeccable, her fine figure tastefully attired and her words always carefully chosen as to not offend anyone. Yuuri praised her as a mature, sophisticated woman. Wolfram thought she was a first class bitch.
But her charms soon won everyone's sympathy. Soon enough the betting tides were turned to her favour. Soon enough, Wolfram became the third wheel. Everyone began talking about what a good queen she'd make. There were hushed whispers of how the mazoku prince should just bow out graciously to the competition since it was fairly obvious to everyone who their beloved king adored.
Everytime Yuuri approached about breaking their "mock" engagement as he termed it, Wolfram would hear not of it, avoiding the issue at all costs. So Yuuri tried a new tactic: he began exalting Lady Arania's virtues whenever the blonde was around, even at the dinner table. Wolfram could often be seen walking out from the dining hall and sometimes he would not come down to eat at all.
Finally, his brothers confronted him about giving up the engagement for his own pride's sake, as well as for the whole kingdom. As Gwendal and Conrad's concerned eyes looked at him with pity, he was slapped hard by the pathetic laughingstock that he had made of himself. Finally, he snapped. He locked himself inside his room for a good two weeks before calmly going out to look for the wimp-king who had the gall to dump him.
Finding Yuuri in his office, Wolfram asked for a private audience with the king. Something in his eyes made the Maou entertain his request. Looking straight into those onyx orbs, he asked for a last memory.
'A night in your bed. You owe me that much for breaking my heart.'
That was his condition for agreeing with the termination of his betrothal to the Maou.
Yuuri had no choice but to comply. That night was the most bittersweet time of Wolfram's life. Something that will make the next decade bearable.
That night, Yuuri apologized for hurting him, for the impression that he was leading the blonde on, for falling in love with someone else. He need not say the words, every touch he gave spoke of apologies, of guilt and… of pity.
Wolfram took whatever he was given that night. He clung to every kiss and every caress like a desperate man holding on to a lifeline. And with many tears he tried to let go of his beloved. The pain in his heart eased and tripled at the same time.
As the days progressed he painfully realized that he will never get over Yuuri. Ever. Even as he sees the new royal couple together everyday, he couldn't fully accept the reality that Yuuri can never be his anymore.
A week before his birthday, the blonde mazoku received two gifts, a bound leather journal that belonged to his late father, and beautiful rare gem that was a family heirloom. As he read the journal entries, he learned new things about his father and his family heritage- dark secrets that were kept through the ages. He openly wept as he read the final page.
Four days ago another surprise waited for him when he woke up just before dawn. A different maryouku seemed to warmly radiate from his abdomen. Bright green eyes became wide with the comprehension of what that meant. Tears fell yet again just before the sun rose.
His birthday was a low key affair. He requested it to be that way. He need not any more fodder for waggling tongues if he celebrated it extravagantly as his mother had initially planned. He only had a simple dinner with his family, friends and Yuuri at Blood Pledge Castle at the king's behest. Thanking his host and maou's would be fiancé for their hospitality, he quietly retired into the night.
Sitting now in his secret sanctuary for what he believed would be the last time he lets, what he prayed would be his last, tears fall. Tears for his broken heart and the future he could have had here with the people he loved. With the person he believed to be the other half of his soul...
But he knew that he had to be strong. He touched his stomach lightly with a soft smile. At least he will have a lasting memory.
He knew that it was time to say goodbye.
If only for a period time.
He will come home after ten years.
Back to Shin Makoku…
If only to finally die…
End Chapter 1
A/N: So should I continue? Do tell.
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Note: As listed in my profile, I am currently organizing, retouching, reposting, and updating all my fanfics from my ex pen names: Kage-kurokawa and 83rd twilight under xrhayne. As well as posting my new fics here.
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