I just had to write a fic of something. So I wrote this in the night, and I hope you will like it :D
Summary: This is a story about two man's fight for Yuuri's love. One of the fighters will die, the other will get Yuuri. But which one of them will Yuuri truly love? Yuuram. :)
Chapter 1, Blades of hatred
Wolfram walked slowly in the dark corridors of the castle. The moonlight was his only light, even the stars didn't shine in the sky that night. Cold wind rippled his golden hair and only increased the coldness inside him. He had to admit it: he was feeling regret for fighting with Yuuri once again.
Yuuri had been very tired lately for some reason and that's why he got angry very easily, and that made Wolfram nervous. He wanted to comfort Yuuri, but didn't really know how to do it or would he admit Wolfram's help. Wolfram sighed. Yuuri was such a hopeless guy.
Someone walked towards him from the darkness. At first Wolfram didn't rise his head, but when he heard the other drawing a sword, he quickly stepped backwards and grabbed his own sword. He managed to defend just in time when the other hit his sword towards him, and then he saw the attacker's face. Wolfram gasped in shock.
"Conrad! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Conrad looked at him with very cold eyes. "You're in my way, brat!"
"What?" Wolfram cried out, but he had to defend again against Conrad's sword.
"Stop that! Why do you attack me like that? I haven't done anything!" Wolfram yelled, when Conrad continued hitting his sword towards Wolfram.
"Yes you have." Conrad just answered, suddenly stepping backwards and pointing his sword towards his little brother's chest. "You're in the way of my love."
Wolfram frowned. "Your love?"
He didn't have time to say anything more, when Conrad suddenly attacked towards him again with unbelievable speed. Wolfram yelled in pain and landed onto his knees, holding his bleeding arm. Conrad turned back at Wolfram.
"I could leave you there suffering, to give you a lesson for getting in my way." Conrad said silently, with pure hate in his voice, which made Wolfram feel like trapped animal.
"But it wouldn't change the situation, I guess." Conrad continued then.
"You…" Wolfram started panting. "You love Yuuri too, don't you?"
Wolfram yelled again, as Conrad hit his sword on his leg. "Too, you say? So I was right, you're in love with him. I knew you would get in my way at some point!"
Wolfram grabbed the blade of Conrad sword and pulled it away from his leg, grimacing in pain and trying to stand up and grab his own sword again. Conrad attacked right away when Wolfram had gotten on his feet, and he didn't have much time to defend with his wounded right arm. Conrad didn't wait for him to get ready, he just attacked again and again, and soon Wolfram decided to try demon magic.
"All the elements made of fire…" He started, but couldn't get far.
Conrad attacked again, but Wolfram stepped aside, still summoning his fire. But he didn't have time to avoid the next hit, which came from the direction he couldn't see to. Conrad had gotten behind him and now he hit his sword deep into Wolfram's back. Wolfram yelled in pain again, and couched blood right away after that. Conrad smiled cruelly and moved his sword in Wolfram's wound, making him feel even more pain.
"I will make you pay for everything you and the other mazokus have done to me." He whispered. "Feel, my brother… the coldness of my blade, the hatred poured into it from my soul…"
He pulled the sword away and kicked Wolfram at his back before he had time to turn around, making him fall down on his stomach on the floor. Then he kneeled, turned Wolfram around and looked at his emerald eyes. Wolfram could only stare back at him, his eyes repeating the word 'why', which make Conrad enjoy the situation.
"Can you feel the pain, Wolfram?" He whispered.
"Yuuri… he will never love you." Wolfram managed to say. "He will never love a traitor, someone who hurts people. Never, Conrad!"
Wolfram's words made Conrad very angry, and he hit his sword on Wolfram's chest, making blood splash around. This time Wolfram didn't yell, just grabbed the blade of Conrad's sword and got deep wounds on his hands.
"Let's see about that." Conrad said and pulled the sword away, standing up. "Sayoonara, little brother."
And he walked away, leaving Wolfram there to die in the pound of blood that slowly grew around him.
"Yuuri…" Wolfram whispered, his blood-covered face turned towards the red full moon. "Just once more… I want to see you…"
Next chappy: Words of love. That will be the last one. :)
