KYO KARA Maoh: fan fiction: yuurixwolfram

Title: What Wolfram?

This is the first part. If no one likes it I won't put up the rest.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kyo Kara maoh or the characters. Though I wish I did-but then don't we all! ;).

Summary: Yuuri and Wolfram had an argument and right after that; Wolfram was fatally injured and died. Yuuri is shocked and is coming to realize his feelings. But he thinks it's too late. But did Wolfram really die? If not, then how will he get back into his body? And then what will happen?

Rated: T?-(not really there nothing bad except slight yoai.)

Genre: Yuuram, romance, angst... and something else?

Chapter: 1 ('Unseen truths' will be the second chap if I put it up.)

What Wolfram?

Yuuri went into his room, tiredly dragging his feet behind him and getting annoyed with every passing minute. Wolfram ran in after him, clearly angry with his fiancé.

"You are such a wimpy cheater Yuuri! You flirt with all the girls and the guys!"

"No I don't," Yuuri sighed, walked over to the room entrance and closed the door to his room. Though he didn't appear to be, he was getting quite frustrated with this conversation. Wolfram was still screaming at yuuri but yuuri was starting to zone him out…

"Wimp!"

What? Yuuri was mentally talking to himself to calm down. To cool down.

"Yuuri, I'm talking to you!"

5…

4…

Why couldn't wolfram just shut up! Yuuri was already having a bad day. Today, he had to do some extremely boring studies with Gunter about the all the previous Maohs before him and then sign piles of paper… and now, Wolfram was screaming at him. A guy can only take so much.

3…

2…

"Yuuri!!"

That's it .The Maoh was about to blow his top. Yup, he just couldn't hold it any longer.

1…

"Yuuri you wimp! You don't love me do you! DO YOU? Tell me YUURI!"

"NO! I don't love you OK!! Why don't you just GO AWAY?!"

There…the result of Yuuri anger laid out in words. Words that were like blazing daggers striking Wolfram's unguarded heart.

Silence. Silence as both realized the words that had passed between them.

Yuuri looked up into the emerald eyes that were Wolfram's. Wolframs face had emotions playing over it like a movie. First was shock. Had Yuuri actually said that? Then confusion. What was going on, why had it lead to this? Sadness. It was over. He couldn't force the Maoh to love him though Wolfram would probably never stop loving him. Resentment. He had to accept his fate. But why did Yuuri not love him? Hadn't Wolfram proven his love enough? What did a boy have to do to prove his undying love and devotion?

Well, Wolfram supposed he would find comfort in solitude now that he had heard that Yuuri did not love him from Yuuri himself. He had always hoped for a better ending but, if this was fate then he would just have to accept even though it was bitter.

Wolfram turned his heels in to the opposite direction to leave the room. He wasn't going to let the other boy see his tears. Yuuri might say something out of sympathy and then later break Wolfram's heart over again.

"Wolfram wait! I didn't mean what I said! I was just angry. Wolfram…"

Yuuri grabbed Wolfram's sleeve but Wolfram yanked his arm away. He looked at Yuuri once more as tears started spilling out of his eyes, trailing down his rosy cheeks and Yuuri heart gave a lurch. He felt terribly guilty for what he had just done.

Yuuri hadn't expected his fiancé to react this way. Did Wolfram love him that much to be so hurt by his careless words?

Wolfram ran out of the room and slammed the door after him as Yuuri stood there speechless, too caught up in his own emotions as they were in turmoil.

Wolfram felt like a coward and now like a fool. He shouldn't have cried. Worse, that he let Yuuri see that he had cried. Wolfram was a soldier not a heartbroken fool. But he had begun to love Yuuri so much, that rejection was very painful. So this is how your heart feels when it's ripped out from your chest.

Wolfram ran to his room and shut the door then decided to lock it. He didn't want someone walking in. The rest of the castle must have heard the conversation between him and Yuuri so this little privacy was all he would probably get.

He then, walked over to the mirror by the window and looked at himself. His face was wet. He looked so much like a girl that he gave himself a sad little smile. Maybe if he was a girl Yuuri would have loved him. But he was a man and that was a fact. So being a man, he shouldn't cry so much. He wiped his eyes with a maroon handkerchief that was on his bed-side table.

"There…at least my face isn't idiotically wet." He put the handkerchief back where he picked it from.

Wolfram then ran his finger through his golden hair. He liked his hair a lot, but he liked Yuuri's deep black hair and pitch black eyes better…no! He had to snap out of it. Yuuri was the past now, and the sooner he tried to get him out of his head, thoughts, mind, the better.

Wolfram stood up straight and fixed and smoothed his shirt. He breathed slowly then turned to look out the window and right away his thought began to wander back to Yuuri. Wolfram's eyes seemed to turn the saddest blue then.

Suddenly there was an urgent knock at the door.

Wolfram rushed to unlock and open the door then stopped. He didn't want to seem eager. Could it be…?

He opened the door slowly, so if it was Yuuri he could slam it shut fast.

"Sir Wolfram. Sir Gwendal has told me to ask you to assist him in capturing the thieves that are harassing a nearby village."

Oh it was a soldier. Did he expect anyone else...? No.

"Where is everyone else?"

The soldier fidgeted underneath Wolfram's piercing gaze. Wolfram didn't feel nice right now. He had been interrupted while he was brooding and was then given false hope.

"Umm, The Maoh, Sir Conrad and Sir Gwendal are all out in the front as well as my squad."

Well maybe a little bit of excitement and a good fight would help calm down his unbalanced emotions. Yes, but why did HE have to go as well. He was Maoh; therefore he had no reason to come. But typical, HE wanted everything to go his way.

Wolfram rushed out the door, slammed it behind him and looked behind at the slightly paralyzed soldier.

Annoyed he said, "Well then what are you waiting for?"

They rode quickly, the horses seeming to fly above the land. Wolfram was up ahead because he didn't want to stay behind and catch glimpses of the Maoh. He wasn't going o call him Yuuri, just Maoh. Or his Majesty or something. He didn't like having a broken and torn heart one bit. In fact he hated it. He loathed it. Broken hearts caused too many distractions and made you weak. He felt so miserable! It was like the sun didn't shine bright anymore and the grass was becoming dull.

He hadn't talked to Yuuri at all since the 'incident' and didn't plan to any time soon unless it was strictly business or a soldier to master kind of talk. He also hadn't exchanged any words with anyone else. If some one tried to talk to them he would just glare at then and they would all but run away. Conrad urged his horse forward so that he was in stride with Wolfram.

"Wolf, are you okay?"

"Don't call me that!" He snapped irritated. Though he would never admit he was glad that at least his brother cared for his well being.

"You do know that we ahem heard the conversation you and the Maoh-Yuuri- had this morning," Conrad looked at Wolframs stone carved face with a look of concern on his own.

Wolfram remained impassive. With a mask that was ice cold on his face. Behind tat mask was another story. His heart was breaking again by being reminded about what had happened in the morning. It took every ounce of effort and strength to keep that face on.

Wait… his cheek felt wet. Damn. He angrily wiped his cheek but Conrad had already seen that single tear that had managed to fall.

"Wolfram, Yuuri didn't mean what he said. He doesn't hate you." Conrad tried to comfort his brother.

"Yes he does! I have done everything that I can think of to show him I love him!!! He hates me!!! That's just it!!!"

Wolfram burst out. His face was flushed red and his eyes had a spark.

Conrad just said his name. No body heard any of this because both Conrad and Wolfram were quite ahead of everyone else.

Wolfram bowed his head and looked the other way, the spark from his eyes gone. "I' m going to ask Yuu- the Maoh- to take back his proposal."

He said it softly. He said it slowly and softly and it was breaking his older brothers' heart. The whole kingdom knew about the Maoh and his fiancé.

"Wolfram you really don't have to! Yuuri and you just need some time apart to think and then talk it over. Don't do this to yourself…"

Wolfram would not raise his eyes but kept them down cast. There was the sound of horse cloves along the ground nearing them.

"I will do this… if not for me then for him…" Wolfram said it softly, only loud enough for the words to reach his brothers' ears.

A soldier came and nodded before delivering his news, "Lord Weller, we are nearing the village. Lord Gwendal has told me to inform you that the thieves will be coming out here to escape so we will fight from here. He is assumes that you will protect His majesty the Maoh."

Conrad nodded. "Yes, thank you Marna."

The soldier nodded again and got back to where he previously was.

"Wolfram, I don't want to say this, but you know you must protect the Heikai with your life."

"I know my duty." Was all Wolfram thought needed to be said. He regained his posture just as he saw a group of human thieves running toward them.

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The mazoku left their horses behind and sprinted on foot towards the thieves, there sword held in position. Yuuri was at the back. He wasn't on a horse because that would make and easy target for an arrow to implant itself into.

He couldn't help but watch Wolfram. On the battle field he was something else. His movement were so fast- so graceful- that they went unseen to the untrained eye. Yuuri had seen Conrad go up and talk to Wolfram earlier. He had silently watched, to ashamed to do or say anything himself. When Conrad had come back he had looked sad. What had been said between them that had made him sad?

Yuuri shook his thoughts away and focused at what was happening in front of them.

His own soldiers were getting hurt. All that could be heard were the clashing of swords, the cutting of flesh and the moaning of the wounded. This was all getting to Yuuri. He was getting fed up with all this killing.

Two thieves rushed towards Conrad who was in front of Yuuri, protecting him. Conrad easily sidestepped then knocked the swords out of their hands. Now with his adversaries defenceless, he hit them so they would be unconscious instead of outright killing them. Yuuri hears more men fall and sees Gwendal enclosed in a group of people (thieves and some of his own men). Too much blood spilt, and it's driving Yuuri crazy and causing him to become angrier by the second. He knows the Maoh will come out if this doesn't stop soon.

All of a sudden two men come from behind Yuuri. Surprised he turns around, but already Wolfram is fighting them. Yuuri feels even more ashamed. Wolfram is the boy whom he practically said he hated and who should get lost, and here was that same boy protecting his life with his own on the line.

Yuuri made up his mind he would apologize and everything would be all better.

Yuuri could sense something was going to happen. His world seemed to go tense.

There. An arrow whizzed by and dug itself into the flesh of Wolfram's back. Wolframs whole body jerked. Pain erupted from where the arrow had hit its mark and slithered across his body. His foe saw the demon lord was injured and tried to finish him off, but Wolfram was not finished yet. He was not about to die so easily. Especially by a human. Ignoring the pain and pretending it was numb; he fought his opponent and injured him enough so he couldn't continue fighting. Wolfram tried to reach his back to yank the arrow out but by then the invisible archer had shot another. This arrow hit Wolfram on his other shoulder blade.

Pain. The pain was immense. Crimson blood pooled on his back in contrast to his blue suit. He felt as if thorns were enveloping his body. But Wolfram was strong. He may not appear so but he was strong. He had trained all his life as a soldier so his body was tough. But that didn't stop Wolfram from falling on to his knees. The world was rushing up to him, Wolfram saw.

Bastards. They really wanted to kill him. Bastards, idiots, losers, cheaters…. Wolframs mind was incoherently screaming insulting words that only he could hear.

Another man came to try his luck in killing the Maoh's fiancé. Wolfram knew he was on the last of his strength. One of the thieves that had been hiding behind his fellow men came pouncing on to Wolfram. Wolfram slashed his sword but he felt it getting heavier. Wolfram tried to fight as best as he could from his kneeling position, but alas his time had come.

Too Wolfram everything happened slowly.

Wolframs hands fell to his sides as he saw his enemy raise his sword and move it back with both hands in to a striking position. Then, the sword, the sword in his enemy's hands came toward him. Wolfram knew what was going to happen. He knew it was going to hurt (hell, it was going to hurt a lot), but he hoped it would be over fast. Maybe Yuuri would miss him? Wait. That cheater? Probably not, he was likely to be happy that his annoying fiancé would be gone.

Wolfram shut his eyes tightly and abruptly, he felt a razor-sharp jarring pain as the steel cut into his stomach like a knife through butter. With the shock of the pain Wolfram's eyes snapped open. He looked down to his body and the gleaming scarlet object protruding from it. The sword was bathed in his blood.

If his wound didn't kill him, Wolfram thought, the pain doubtless would. But no, (this world had no mercy) his attacker wasn't finished with him yet. The man still holding the sword, harshly pulled it out and twisted it to exert the most extreme pain. Wolfram actually cried out. And it was then that he knew he would die. There was little chance that he would live, maybe by some miracle he might, since after all he wasn't a lowly human.

Well then, he thought, at least he wouldn't have to deal with the wimp anymore. But then maybe he would try to stay alive just to prove to the Maoh that he wasn't going to die with out telling the Maoh off. His mind went completely numb as the pain became extreme. His whole body felt dead and frozen and all he knew was real was pain. Just a world of pain.

Wolframs eyes rolled to the top of his eyes as he fell to the ground, in the middle of chaos.

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