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'The Light and the Dark'
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"Then love knew it was called love.
And when I lifted my eyes to your name,
suddenly your heart showed me my way"
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The sun is setting in the land of Shin Makoku. Earth can never compare to the beauty of Shin Makoku. It is proud. It is majestic. Everything emits power and elements and there is a touch of divinity.
The riot of the colours is astounding.
And in the high mountains there lies the beautiful old and supreme Blood Pledge Castle.
Blood Pledge Castle is located atop the Hills of Shinou or better known as the Mountain Shinou Touched, a 234-metre (768 ft) bluff rising above the towns of Shin Makoku - Mazoku Village and Humans Villages in the foothills of the Maou Alps.
Blood Pledge Castle is a castle within a castle. There is a three layers of castle within the castle.
The First Castle, only written records exist of the original medieval castle of the House of Shinou, the Original King. Construction on the second, stronger castle began in the time of the 3rd Maou. The current castle, or the last final castle was built by the 17th Maou of Shin Makoku.
Conrart walked inside the castle - he was with Yuuri until a while ago, the Maou Heika have to study for his exams on earth. He was walking when a slender figure caught his eyes - his younger brother Wolfram - sitting at the pavement - the setting of the sun can never hide the lonely eyes of his younger brother.
Lonely and lovely. Wolfram sitting there at the pavement against the sun creates the most beautiful scene in his history.
Beautiful Sadness...
That's a fitting title to the scene before him.
Wolfram in every way, aspect, every form, may he be wearing a commoners clothes, a simple white shirt, earth clothes or just put Wolfram in rags - he will still be the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He had been to different parts of Shin Makoku and on Earth, New York, Japan, Switzerland, he had watched different variety shows, series and everything Earth can offer - but no one - no one can surpass the beauty of Wolfram.
Must be because Wolfram is not a doll-like beauty like Saralegui or feminine beauty like Elizabeth.
Wolfram is a manly, strong, soldier beauty...
Wolfram is bred for the war. He was raised in a world where the war involves humans, Mazoku and half-breeds like him. He was torn with so many life decisions... Wolfram didnt have an easy life like what the others thought.
Many have underestimated his brother and those who ridicule his beauty met with a sword on their necks...
The beauty of Wolfram is that he has the experience of war, he made decisions that can end or not end a life... he has blood on his hands... but Wolfram retain his innocence... He has the purest of heart.
Wolfram is very much like Shinou Heika.
Both are beautiful - both only love to protect their home and their legacy...
That is the reason why no matter what or when - Wolfram's beauty stands in the end of time... He is beautiful. He is divine. And Wolfram - the Wolfram right now - with those emerald green eyes full of sadness and enduring heartache is much more beautiful and ethereal.
'Wolfram... what are you doing here?' he asked softly, though he already know the cause.
Wolfram looked up and saw the concern on his elder brother's face. His elder brother that he was so proud of - the best swordsman - though he'll never admit that. Conrart is the only man he can talk too... He is the koonichan that change his diapers, sees his needs and hold his hand when fear lurks inside of him.
I know he will understand me...
'Weller-Kyo... Conrart... I should be happy right?... I mean, now I know... that where he lives isn't like where we lived. We have so much differences, and I don't want him to be torn between the two worlds...'
Conrart, seats beside his little brother, concern and awed by what Wolfram is saying. 'You are thinking of this–?'
'I should right? He is the Maou... But at the same time, a human. I found out the other day that he smiles too with the other world's girls. My heart aches...' clutching his fist together.
It hurts Yuuri! You stupid wimp!
'Wolfram, you went with him in the other world and saw this?'
'Aye. He said he was going to the library - but his the Maou no matter where he went I should be at his side... I followed him and saw that - after so many years, experiences, hardship he grew attractive and many women looked at him.'
'He indeed change, it's like seeing the Maou himself, he even wear his hair long nowadays...'
'Aye... just like the Maou Heika, no its more like the Maou himself was standing before me. And then I saw him, with this pretty girl. She's lovely... I was about to bang his head, when he touched her cheeks, as if holding a fragile piece... Yuuri... Yuuri never hold me like that... I mean... he never show any deep affection towards me. I am always with him, but whenever I step a little nearer - he flinched... as if I'm some kind of a dirt specimen made by Anissina.'
'Wolfram, Yuuri is already at the age where they want some emotional attachment with the opposite sex–'
'I KNOW! I should respect his decision! But –' Wolfram bites his lower lip. He turn his head away from Conrart. Never wanting to show his eyes.
The anger, pain, humiliation and loneliness...
'Wolfram?' Conrart's brows furrow. Wolfram is always a straight forward person. But today... or whenever its Yuuri Heika - Wolfram turn into someone different.
Torn and always uncertain.
He can't tell Conrart, he can never tell Conrart what he and Yuuri shared for so many nights... He can never let anybody took pity on him!
Tears are welling up his eyes. His inside is burning - his heart can't take that strong pumping.
IT HURTS! You kissed that girl and went inside that place! WHY YUURI?! WHY?!
Conrart can't take the sadness in his younger brother's eyes grasp Wolfram tightly.
'Shhh... Wolfram...' Conrart was surprise by this.
He knows that Yuuri and Wolfram have a mutual understanding, but never to this extent. They sure know how to hide their relationship. But what did Wolfram saw to made him teary eyed like this? Or how far the relationship of the two had been?
Wolfram cant hide it any longer... he just cant let it stop... Tears poured and so does the memory of that past.
He was never a crying Wolfram... never... the only time that he ever cried was when they hand him Conrart's arms... and when Yuuri said good-bye to him... to them...
But those pain is different from what he is feeling... those are tears of lost and tears of sadness and uncontrollable suffering...
This... this tears... the tears that wants to descend from his eyes - are tears of hatred and pain and torture...
A different tears...
Tears of witnessing a betrayal...
Tears of witnessing his heart being broken into tiny pieces...
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Don't say you love me... when you are going to leave me...
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Yes... Yuuri did promise him...
The promises of those so many nights...
Those secret whispers...
Those silken caress...
They we're still feeling that young love, warm bodies entwined... it was him, who made the first move... and Yuuri responds, though clumsily, both learn how young passion ignites.
A first touch.
A first kiss.
A first warm embrace.
'Yuuri...' I whispered underneath him, I look at him with desire and love, the Yuuri looking at me with those intense black eyes are filled with passion...
'Ahhh... Yuu– I can't- anymore... uhhhh AHHH!' He thrust in me... I was shaking... so intense... Yuuri is very different.
A man - not a young boy - with passion that ignites his.
'Wolf... I need you...'
'Yuuri?' I whimpered... He was so strong... so big and so... different... He pushes my hand atop the bed... grasp my two hands - stopping my movements...
He look into my eyes... those black obsidian eyes... so powerfully intense...
'Don't ever let go of my hand... Please...' He plead with me, as he caress my body, his warm hands at my hips, slowly sliding down, descending more at my inner thighs...
'Yuuri... please...' I bit my lips once more... I cant help it... It was so severe... those thrust are powerful... so potent...
'Shhh... more... I want more of you Wolf...' and with that he thrust in more deeply and kissed me.
Yuuri's kisses were different. From where it started it was clumsy and unsure - but now - it was consuming... scandalous... earth shattering. His tongue making circles inside my mouth - demanding more... asking for more... the tongue then slides at my neck... nipping me... biting... I feel feverish... my whole body is in heat.
A different kind of heat. Not the heat of my fire - but inside of me... The coldness of the night was turn into burning heat inside the four-posted bed.
Yuuri's hands then caress my body... He twist and turn my nipples... and his lips then bites it... then suck a mouthful...
'Y-Yuuri!' I wanted to scream. But I cannot! We may be in the Royal Bedroom but there are guards position everywhere and just one wrong 'scream' will alert them all.
I put my hands on my mouth. Muffling my voice... I bite my lips...
Yuuri then put his fingers inside my mouth and pull my tongue and he sucked it. He sucked my tongue with his mouth...
'Mmmmgggttthhh!'
I am going insane with the intensity of Yuuri's demands.
'Wo–lf... ahhhh, I promise you... always... ahhhh... huhhh like this... always... my wolf...'
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Was that promise of every night was just a spur of the moment?
Is Yuuri just thinking of him as a substitute?
Sure he was willing and he wants more at the beginning... but can he blame him?!
The years of being Yuuri's lover made him realized so many things in life. Every moment is precious and every life is unique. He learn to give, forgive and wait...
The wait killed him so many times.
Yuuri never bother to tell him anything... he just waited and waited - but can anyone blame him?
Just a smile from those sweet lips of Yuuri will melt him...
'Wolfram...'
A whisper and he will simply forget everything.
So many times he forgave Yuuri... But is this what can love gave you?
Hurt?
He gave everything more than everything.
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But then... inside of him... something burns...
Something was shouting...
He keeps on resisting but... it was powerful.
The dark anger of Wolfram.
His anger.
The anger inside of him is like a beast, a wild lion ready to burst.
He have to make a decision. He can't let the darkness of hate and anger lurk inside of him. He have to do this.
If not... he may hate Yuuri forever and he doesn't want that to ever happen.
He doesn't want the hate and darkness consume him.
He doesn't want Yuuri to suffer.
This is all his fault.
Not the Maou.
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'Conrart... Yuuri will be here tomorrow?'
'Aye.'
'Then I think it's about time - me and the Maou Heika have a serious talk,' Wolfram declared after standing up and facing his Koonichan.
'Wolfram?'
'I have enough Conrad. I've been waiting and waiting... Shinou knows how long... I'll not break my oath as a noble, I'll stay by the Maou's side. But not as his fianceé - but as his loyal subordinate.'
'Wait! Wolfram... you don't mean? Are you sure about this? Breaking the engagement?'
'I've been thinking about this since that time. We can't lie anymore to each other right? And I lived for so long without him - I think a hundred more years without him won't kill me. I am a Bielefeld. A noble. I won't disgrace myself anymore.'
'Wolf...' Conrart looked at his young brother's back. He was both surprise and feel the pride of a brother within him with Wolfram's determination.
Conrart looks up now at the sky turned dark.
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'Wolfram… please let us talk…'
Wolfram looks behind him and smile so poignantly that Yuuri's heart aches… Inside his chest - he felt it tightening.
'What else is there to talk about Yuuri?' the question was asked by Wolfram in a lonely... melancholy voice... his tone... as if - there's life but at the same time dying...
Yuuri was silent but keeps on following Wolfram. They were walking so quietly but everyone who saw the Royal Couple knows the aura surrounding the couple…
Everyone was so sad… everyone was in despair…
And all pity the Demon Prince.
Much as they pity the Prince - they cannot blame their King - their Maou. For they too understand his situation.
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The walk was in silence… but a heavy of feelings lingers in the air… its as if the whole world was covered in despair… the sky is not a cheery one - cloudy and cold…
The birds are not happily singing…
The flowers, petals and leaves are downcast…
Everything was isolated… forlorn… the surroundings… the feelings… everything.
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'Wolfram…'
Wolfram closes his eyes stop.
He lets out his breathe and smiles a little - their in his garden… Wolfram's Sanctuary. They were walking and he wasnt aware that they've walked that far already.
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'What is it Yuuri?'
Yuuri's brows furrow. Wolfram may still be using his tone… May be talking to him - but his chest hurts… Hurts so much… For Wolfram's tone is different.
There is no warmth.
There is no happiness…
There is no life…
There is no Wolfram…
Just a Demon Prince talking…
'Wolf…'
'I'll speak Yuuri. Let me speak. Let me tell it to you. So you can stop fidgeting like a freaking chicken and for us to end this.'
'Wolf-'
'I love you.'
Wolfram said at last. He turns around and looks at Yuuri. And the biggest mistake was to look into those obsidian eyes.
For they have no surprise in those eyes.
No shock.
No recognition.
But only… sadness.
Wolfram smiles sarcastically.
'Yuuri. I do love you. I have been loving you for more than one decade now. You are in your age - a rightful ruler. You have gained confidence, maturity, determination and power… Ten years have passed and you surpass any Maou ever written in those textbooks and history. You are someone everyone can be proud of. A rightful - true - SUN KING of Shin Makoku… the real Demon King for us Mazokus…'
Wolfram closes his eyes and with steady voice and clench fist continued, 'You are well loved Yuuri. And I love you. And I thought all those nights you have loved me too… Why… Why… Why did you have to give me hope? Why did you make love to me? I didnt seduce you Yuuri. I didnt make a move on you. As you have matured so am I - sure I still stayed on your bedroom - because I am your fiancé - but protocol also demands that I guard the Maou in his sleep. I am your fiancé and at the same time your subordinate. I have thrown ages ago that pink flowerly dress. I sleep with my polo and pants on. I havent even given you any hint that I like to make love with you… But you did it.'
Wolfram clenches his fist and bite his inner lips.
Yuuri just stood there in silence.
'You held me. You embrace me. You kissed me… You made love to me… and not just once Yuuri… not once, not twice but for freaking five years you've been making love with me - touching me… fondling me - anywhere…' Wolfram didnt shout.
Wolfram saying those words are like a sad sad poem. Wolfram isnt shouting. Wolfram has no blaming tone… rather - he is telling a story. A sad - oh sad story…
He was standing there firm and with no tears in his eyes.
There was fire in them but no tears.
Yuuri lowered his head but listens…
'I was always waiting… waiting for your return… always there in the fountain… waiting… hoping… You always gave me hope Yuuri. There's always a promise… I have compromise so many things just for you. I have broken so many promises just for you… I have hurt so many people just for you… I have lied to many people just for you… I have given you everything… I have given you not just my heart Yuuri. I have given you everything. Body. Heart. Spirit. Soul. My very own existence…'
'Wolf…'
'Yuuri… why?'
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'Wolf… you are a powerful Mazoku. You have a new job in the Bielefeld Castle… That's a wonderful job Wolfram… You are amazing… Focus your feelings there. Focus your energy… We already have Greta… You are an amazing father to her-'
'What are you saying Yuuri? Why dont you answer me?'
'Wolfram…'
'Why? Why did you have to give me hope?'
'Wolfram… I-'
'I was not hoping anymore. I have killed the feelings long time ago - but protocol of a male fiancé is to guard his Maou at all times. I have killed off that feelings long time ago - but you touched me. You made love so many many times that I have lost count… You keep on promising me so many things… But why? Why did you have to hurt me? Will you ever humiliate me once again?'
'Wolfram… that's not it…'
'Yes Yuuri. I've been you're - what do you people call it? 'Fuck-Buddy' I heard that from Geika. You have someone on Earth Yuuri. What am I to you? A fuck buddy in Shin Makoku while you have a girlfriend on Earth? A wife? A fiancé? Someone? Someone with a woman's body? And while in Shin Makoku you fucked me - a male lover?'
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'Yuuri… am I a punching bag to you? A swerve bag? A maize bag? A heavy bag? Am I a fuck doll to you? Am I even something to you?'
'Wolfram… please… you are - you're my best friend!'
Wolfram looks at Yuuri…
And for the very first time…
'I want to kill you.'
'Wolfram?!' Yuuri was stunned… he was rendered speechless…
Wolfram suddenly raises his right hand and instead of the usual violent angry red and orange fire… a more quiet… solidarity… cold… hue of violet and blue fire came out of Wolfram's hand.
'Wolfram? You… thats?'
Wolfram smile and a ball of fire suddenly dance around him - surrounds him… and the fire then turn into something… something Yuuri have never seen before…
'Beautiful isn't he? He came to me… He talked to me… He told me his name…'
Yuuri watched as the creature suddenly spread its wings… surrounding Wolfram… It is unlike anything Yuuri have seen… It has a huge black winged… a serpent… A serpent with angry scales like a dragon and its eyes… even his Ryuu dragon has never this kind of eyes… so cold… so icy… so empty… he felt numb…
'Wolfram…'
'Touda… his name is Touda… The King Serpent of Cold Fire.'
'But Wolfram… what - where's your lion fire? Where is Lexus?'
Wolfram looks at him once more… and Yuuri felt it… not anger nor rage… but… emptiness in those verdure green eyes…
'He is dead Yuuri… he died together with my raging fire… and Touda here… he is my new fire…'
'But… T-thats-'
'Impossible? No… For Touda has more frightening Maryoku Yuuri…'
Wolfram then caress Touda's serpent face and suddenly the garden was lit in fire.
'Wolfram!'
And in a very instant - everything was turn into black… there was no fire - or raging fire that appears - but everything was turn into ashes without the red fire… Everything was ashen and black…
'Touda can destroy everything… anything… in an instant.'
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'Yuuri… I still love you. But I hate you. I hate you to the point that I want to kill you. I really want to kill you, destroy you… and forget you. But I still have a heart…'
'Wolfram…'
'I will go now. Dont follow me. Dont call me Wolfram - Maou Heika. I am a Bielefeld. Call me by my surname like any soldier of Shin Makoku. I am your subordinate. Don't ever bother looking at me - dont even look at me. I dont want to see you. I dont even want to be with you. I will give you the sole custody of Greta - dont speak Maou Heika… dont interrupt me. Greta is now yours. She will be under your care and protection. I dont want anything to do with you Yuuri Heika.'
'Wolfram! Stop that! Shout at me! Dont call me Heika! Not Maou Heika! Wolfram! Why are you speaking like this?! Greta! She's your daughter too! Wolfram stop this!'
Yuuri went to Wolfram and shake the Demon Prince, but Wolfram slaps the hand away.
Yuuri was stunned…
The way Wolfram slap his hand away… it was… like he was… an abomination… a disease…
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'Wolfram…?'
'Don't touch me Heika. For your touch abhors me… I feel disgusted…'
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'Goodbye Maou Heika. I wish to all the heavens and to all the spirits of Shin Makoku that I'll never see you again.'
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