Till Death Do Us Part

Rating: T

Warning: Yaoi, language, violence, and self-destruction

Summary: Love has finally taken its toll on Wolfram. Five years after his wedding and Yuri still doesn't love him. However will Yuri start to care when his husband starts acting a bit…strange.

Disclaimer: Don't own…want to though.

A/n: Sorry, but I won't be using much Japanese, only because it is too confusing to switch between languages. I will use it for some titles, but no phases while they are talking. Hope you enjoy reading

"To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage." Lao Tzu

Chapter I: Signing Over Your Soul

"Congratulations your majesty!"

"May Shinou shine upon your marriage!"

"Best wishes your majesties!"

"You look beautiful Wolf!"

"Thank you everyone. I promise to make this marriage work," said the newly wed Wolfram with his arm around with his husband's. Husband…a word he wanted to hear for the longest time. Now his dream has finally…

"What tripe," said the prince consort of Shin Makoku. It has been five years and some odd months and days since his marriage to King Yuri. Wolfram stared at the book in his hand, written by Anissina as a wedding present. A document of their "special day." He slammed the book shut, some pages tearing slightly from the sudden harshness.

If it were so special, he would see his husband more often. Yuri still traveled between worlds, tending to both his families. Well, he traveled between worlds so that he may study in one and care for his adopted daughter in the other. When he came from Earth he would bring her enormous amounts of presents and sometimes even take her back with him. With Wolfram's consent of course. After all, permission for Greta to go in between worlds is probably one of the very few things that the married couple ever talks about. Right now she was there with him, safe and happy, all that Wolfram could ever hope to wish for. All that his wishing could ever grant. His own happiness and want to be loved would have to come third, to Greta and Shin Makoku. What his kingdom didn't know was that Yuri still didn't love Wolfram, and probably never would.

"I'm sorry Wolfram," started the young king. "I just-I…I-I can't…"

"I know Yuri," whispered the blond prince while staring at the window. It was a beautiful day outside. Wolfram silently cursed the weather for being sunnier than he felt. Yuri carefully moved closer to his fiancé and hugged him from behind. The two have grown close since they have met each other…but not nearly close enough.

"I'll marry you Wolfram. If it would make you happy, I will marry you."

Slowly the prince turned and wrapped his arms around Yuri. He looked into Yuri's eyes for just a moment to see if the man had been serious. After all, you can't accept a wimp to make such rash decisions. He placed his chin on Yuri's shoulder and let out a sigh.

"Okay. Let's get married. But not for me, for the kingdom. From now on, everything I do will be for you…and everything you do will be for the good of our kingdom."

Wolfram shuffled through the papers on his desk. Greta's birthday was rapidly approaching and his little girl deserves no less than the best. Well, his daughter anyway. After all, it wouldn't be long before Greta was old enough to accept suitors. Oh what a travesty that would be, especially if she had her fathers' luck with marriage. Wolfram wouldn't wish that fate on anyone.

After two hours of nothing but shifting through old books and writing letters to various people for attendance, Wolfram decided to take a break. He started coughing as he was exiting the room, but as it didn't seem serious he thought nothing of it.

As he walked down the hall the cough got worse. The prince stopped to grip a wall so that he remained standing. His vision was getting blurry and the cough would not let. Wolfram used whatever strength he had left to find a chair. After finding a bench outside in the courtyard, he calmly tried to stop his coughing for a few seconds so that he could ask a passing guard could get Gisela.

"Again, your grace?" Gisela asked in a very accusing tone. The blonde looked up through his bangs to glare at the physician. Now was not the time for jokes. The girl gave him her hand and helped him into a private room. She had him sit while she healed him. When Wolfram felt better, Gisela looked at him seriously.

"You know, this is the sixth time in four days I was called to help with this 'simple cough.' Now you tell me, your grace, what is wrong with those figures?"

"Do not patronize me Gisela." The prince sneered weakly, but was interrupted by a cough again.

"Wolfram!" screamed Gisela dropping all formalities. Again, she placed her hand on his chest and healed him. "You have been sick non-stop for about three months! Something is seriously wrong. I beg ofyou! Let me tell my father so that he may-!"

"No!" bellowed the prince so loud that he rattled the physician. "Your father must not know. If he knows he will undoubtedly tell my husband. Yuri must never know."

The two were silent from that moment while they left the room. Wolfram continued to walk down the hallway, holding his breathe in just in case he would do something to cause worry. The girl watched her ruler struggle to become well, but couldn't bear to say anything to entice his anger. Instead she turned around and walked the opposed direction to clear her mind.

Night was falling and Wolfram was sitting at a desk, writing, in the study when he heard his daughter calling for him. With a small smile he rose from this chair and placed his quill down. He heard her being told that he was in the library and stood to await his customary hug. Greta burst through the library doors and ran to her second father to give him a well-deserved hug.

Slowly following her was her first father with lots of bags and boxes, filled with new clothes and shoes no doubt. Once relieved of the bags Yuri smiled at his husband. He looks so much like the Maou now, thought Wolfram to himself. Greta kissed Wolfram on the other cheek, only to leave briefly to find her uncles and grandmother. Yuri stepped closer to Wolfram and hugged him briefly as well. Wolfram kissed his husband on the cheek and showed him to a chair.

"I think I might be getting old Wolfram," said Yuri in is baritone voice. Clichéd as it may be, it sent shivers up Wolframs spine every time the Maou spoke. "I could barely keep up with her as she tore through the mall. I surprised I have some money left after what she bought. 50,000 yen for shoes! What is Earth coming to? I hope there aren't shoes in here that cost that much."

"There probably are, you wimp. At least she's happy and that's all we could ever hope for." The couple became quiet and all you could hear was the crackling of the embers in the fireplace.

Yuri stared at Wolfram intensely. Wolfram shied away from the gaze and sat down at his desk.

"You look tired," Yuri stated, his voice barely above a whisper. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. Don't ask me again, I can care for myself. It is not your job to care for me."

"Wolfram…" With that the prince stood and was about to leave the room. "Wait!"

"Yes, Yuri-heika?"

"I-uh…just wanted to say…see you at dinner?" Yuri crossed his fingers behind his back. It had been ages since they had a "family" dinner.

"…Of course. Till then, your majesty." Wolfram closed his eyes from a moment to keep from crying and tightened his lips to keep from screaming.

A/n: Sorry this is so short. I just wanted to give you a taste of how I write. I am open to suggestions and criticisms. I know the story is very clichéd, but please give this a chance. This it my first try at writing a long series. I would love a beta if anyone were willing. '