Author's note: this is non profit and written just for fun.
Thought and words or phrases spoken differently/emphasized are in italic.
I do not own the characters connected to Kyou Kara Maou. The story is, however, mine.
Warning:The story is going to be angsty.
Enjoy!
Prologue: friendly fire
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A black haired Japanese man was sitting across the table from a well-endowed-brunette woman in her early twenties with hazel eyes. She was wearing deep green short pants and a white tank top.
The raven was leaning forward with his broad shoulders resting, his elbows resting on his thigh. His onyx eyes has been watching the brunette since about an hour—weary of her fascination with the newspaper. Her interest solely lied in the fashion and lifestyle section—not politics, sports, or business. The coffee sitting on the table was cold and forgotten—he was sure she would make him make her another one.
Why was he putting up with her? She is hot—a successful model.
"Madeline, will you stop hogging the paper; I want to see the highlights of yesterday's game." The man glared, though she did not see it.
"Easy there, 'Mr. Red Sox', I know you want to read how your team won because of you, but it could wait."
The man was looking very smug and the brunette only rolled her eyes at that. That's right, he is a professional baseball player for Boston Red Sox, the team that has won the World Series 7 times, the most recent being in 2007—and if he could help it the next one will also be in the bag. He always dreamt of this in high school as the captain of their local team and now he is living it.
"What is so damn interesting, Maddy? You have got your head in that since you got up, that is more than an hour ago." He whined. "I did so great and this is how you treat me?" He crossed his hands over his chest.
"I did reward you for your brilliant performance last night, didn't I?" She said with a mischievous smile. "You looked satisfied by the end of it." She leaned back into the mauve sofa, putting the paper down.
He smirked. "Would not deny it. How about you give me a once over?"
"Maybe tonight." He pouted at her cold response. "I have to go to my costume fitting." She ruffled his hair as she got up on her way out. "I was reading about the new collection; it is already talk of the town."
The raven scoffed internally. He just does not get the 'fashion sense' of these high end designers. They have stuff like metal rings and oh, once he saw tyre like things hanging over the poor girls' chest. How is that practical? Who will wear that, except Lady Gaga? Instead of saying all that he just said, "that sounds great."
"Yeah, Wolfram is really excited."
That name, it caught him off guard. "Who…?" He said in dread; as some forgotten old memories came trudging into his mind.
"Never listen to me, do you?" She shakes her head. "He is the designer I work for—chosen as the hottest man of 2016—the demon prince."
"The demon prince?" he drawled, dazed at the revelation.
"Yup, he may look like an angel, but if you get on his bad side then he can show you hell. He is a professional and accepts nothing less from others. Hence, the title: demon prince." He nods at her with a blank expression. She continued, "Wolfram Von Bielefeld."
He grabbed the paper to read the article, and he saw it—same flawlessly pale skin, honey blonde hair and emerald green eyes like the bottom of the lake, petite frame—his ex-best friend— Wolfram Von Bielefeld.
"He is something, is not he?" She said, looking up at her boyfriend, 6'2", about five inches taller than her, gawking at the image. "I am off then. See you in the evening." She pecked him on his lips.
That was not so unusual; the demon prince had that effect on people, she thought, closing the door behind her.
He can't believe, it is Wolfram. It was so unnerving; he never thought he will see him again and now he finds out that his girlfriend works in Wolfram's fashion house. What if she had mentioned him? He does not want to deal with him again after what had happened four years ago.
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The blonde boy flung his arms around the raven's neck. "You are a life saver. Thanks for writing my report."
The raven had a faint blush, he laughed sheepishly. "Well, you never ask for my help. This was the fist time, how can I say no?"
The blonde hugged a little tighter and then pulled back. "I forgot about this assignment. I was so excited when the Tom Ford, one of the most influential fashion designers, returned my email. He replied in the mail that he liked my designs and saw potential in me." He said while shaking him. "He agreed to hiring me as his apprentice—my ultimate favorite designer—my idol." He said with dreamy eyes.
"I am happy for you, Wolf." He hugged him back. "How lucky can you get?" He said wiggling his black brows.
"What do you mean?" The blonde said suspiciously.
"Deborah Miller, the foreign exchange student, wanted your number. She intends to ask you out." He waited to see his grin but instead he got a frown.
"You gave her my number?" The blonde asked incredulously.
"Duh! She is the hottest chick at our school, would not you?"
"No!" He exclaimed.
"Why, you have something against red heads?" The raven asked in an annoyed tone.
"No, I just don't want to go out with her."
"Why?" He looked at him, confused. "You are single. What's the harm?"
"I am… n-not and even if I was I won't." He said averting his eyes from his Japanese friend.
"What?! You are dating someone?! Who? And why didn't you tell me?" He looked hurt.
"Sorry, I was not sure… I have not told anyone yet." He said timidly.
His blonde friend was strong, straightforward and loud. What has made him act so different? "Why are you worried about telling others? What is so bad about it?" He was worried for the blonde.
"I can't because… I-I am dating a guy."
"…" Did he hear him correctly?
"I am gay." He looked at his double black friend for understanding.
"Are you pulling my leg? Wolf, this is not funny." The raven pursed his lips. "You dated a girl once."
"Yes, I still find girls attractive but I am really serious about this person. Do you support this—support me?"
"…" The raven did not answer.
"It does not matter if you don't. I am going to tell everyone tomorrow." The blonde said, ready to leave.
He quickly grabbed his arm and turned him around. "You will tell them. Are you crazy? They will make fun of you… maybe... even hurt you…"
"I want to…"
"If it means anything, I support you." said the raven with a genuine smile.
"Thanks." His friend's emerald orbs brightened.
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"Are you two… banging each other?" Takashima, his good old friend enquired. He can hear his teammates chuckling and mocking him. All this was because he was close to wolfram—a homosexual. It was shallow, he was aware, but eventually even he started to abhor the blonde bishonen, and he hated himself for that.
Then…
"Hey! Are your practice over?" The blonde waved at him. "Can you come with me today-?"
"Will you leave me alone?! Stop clinging to me to all the time, you disgusting homo!"
Wolfram was stunned—and for the first time he saw it—he saw his tough friend cry—because of him. It was awful, no one was there for him—not even him: his best friend—he was all alone—crying silently as Yuuri turned his back to him to hide his discomfort.
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He heard a gasp. He turned around and saw—the blonde running away. Thenceforth, he never saw Wolfram again. He heard that Wolfram quit school early to start working under Tom Ford. He never found out the reason but a weak voice inside his head always said it was him.
He felt even worse because he was glad when Wolfram quit; as he did not have to face him.
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'Wolfram I hope we never meet.' He said like a silent prayer.
Author's note: Yuuri and Wolf will behave differently—au-ish. Wolfram is a human in this story, same age as Yuuri, ie 22 years. since he also grew up on earth he is insecure about his sexuality but that changes as he matures. a lot of hate. revenge. love? Maybe. It will have sexual content in coming chapters but i am not sure how explicit i will make it.
P.s- i mentioned in here names of celebrity—not in anyway meant to offend them.
Tell me if you like it, give me any suggestions if you like. creative criticism is always welcomed.
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Thanks for reading!
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Sayōnara!