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Chapter 1

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The beginning of the End

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Shin Makoku at Shinou's Temple

Loud crack of thunder.

A spear sharp angry lighting.

An angry howling of the wind.

A tremor on the grounds.

A high waves of the sea.

Shin Makoku is facing oblivion.

Right now hurried footsteps are making its way toward the inner chamber of Shinou's Temple. Female Guards are all active and on guard, keeping watch for any intruders, assassins and spies.

Outside the door of the Chamber of Shinou and the Four Forbidden Boxes – Lady Cheri clasps her hands in prayers, tears pouring out like waterfall on her beautiful eyes. With her are Gunter and Yozak whose back is slightly leaning on the wall, his sides full of blood. A healer is beside him carefully healing his wounds.

Gunter was pacing back and forth behind her, his face grim and not the usual cheery and fluffy Gunter. But a noble cold and Yuki Gunter with eyes cold and merciless. Gritting his teeth with the dreaded situation.

'Gisela!' Gunter exclaimed and hurried towards his daughter whose face is as pale as the moon. 'Let me help you with those!' Gunter then grabs the clean towels and bandages from his daughter and the two went inside the door.

'Gisela!' Lady Cheri shouted, 'Please… please… do something… anything… for… for my baby.'

Gisela nods and hurriedly closes the door.

Inside the closed door.

Gunter grimaced at the pool of blood on the floor. Never had he seen so much blood inside the Temple.

'Kaka!' Gisela runs towards the man lying on the floor and immediately removes the now blood-soaked bandages she attached before.

The blood is everywhere. Not stopping, not decreasing... its keeps on flowing. The once ever shining and purified water of Shinou's Temple is now mixed with someone's blood.

She grits her teeth and while doing her best to heal ~ she is quietly praying to Shinou Heika.

She raises her head to see the men inside the Chamber.

They were all quiet and she was busy with healing, but a sob so full of anguish made her raise her head.

Her face was full of sorrow when her eyes settled on a young man, crouching low… head on his knees… crying… crying so much and full of regret.

'Heika…'

She turns her eyes and sees the two formidable brothers with their arms across their chest, eyes closed and their faces grim and waiting.

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Waiting for a miracle.

Gwendal von Voltaire, the 1st son of the 26th Maou, whose face held the scariest frown and coldest of eyes looks at her with trepidation… she can only smile a little.

Gwendal then closes his eyes and bang his head on the wall.

Conrart Weller, the 2nd son of the 26th Maou, whose face held the most serene and beautiful smile looks at her then… brows furrow with question and determination… again she can only gave a little smile of comfort.

Conrart nods and close his eyes, like his brother.

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Her eyes roam once more and a shiny gleam of light from the glasses of the Daikenja held hers.

The face was asking her…

But once more – she can only gave a little smile.

She doesn't know what to do.

She doesn't know what to say…

And worst, she doesn't want to be the bearer of ill news.

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Then once again those sobs…

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Crack of lighting.

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Thunder.

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The howling of the winds from the outside.

The people on the villages are praying for Shinou's divine protection.

The people at Caloria are praying for the seas to stop its gigantic angry waves.

The volcano at Bandadine Island keeps on trembling and letting out black smoke from its peak.

People from every part of the globe are now praying ~ the time is day and night, no matter where and when. All are praying for Shinou's divine power.

'Gisela…' she glances at her father and she can only shook her head and whispers, 'Keep on praying Chichiue.'

Conrart felt the tremor of the ground… he opens his eyes and looks at his grandson.

Slowly he moves towards the Maou who for the last 24 hours didn't move from the spot. He carefully then touches the Maou's shoulder.

'Yuuri…' he then uses his godson's name to call him.

Shibuya Yuuri, the 27th Maou of Shin Makoku only shook his head, not wanting to raise it up and look.

Conrart look helplessly at the Daikenja, if there's someone who can pull Yuuri it would be only two people in this world, but right now it's the Daikenja's job.

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'Shibuya… you need to calm down. Stop crying and look up!' Murata uttered in his coldest of voice.

Yuuri only shook his head once more and utters, 'Its my fault! It's my fault! I believe in her! If only! If only!'

'Stop that Shibuya! There's nothing you can do about it! If you cant control your emotions right now – do you think Von Bielefeld-Kyo would forgive you for destroying Shin Makoku?'

With those words – Yuuri stops crying.

He slowly raises his face and the men gasped, except for Murata the Daikenja who all knew what was happening to his friend.

Yuuri's eyes are in slits…

'Maou Heika…' Gunter whispered.

'Its my fault Murata… its my fault…'

The men glances at each other. This is the Maou and at the same time not the Maou but Yuuri.

'Stop blaming yourself!'

'But... my fault…' Yuuri shook his head and tears descend once more on those slit eyes.

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The door bangs open and their heads look up at the Priestess.

The females guards bows and close the door once more.

'Ulrike!'

Yuuri stood up and move towards Ulrike, the 800+ Priestess of Shinou Heika.

'Please please… tell me… tell me… will… will he…' Yuuri can't finish the sentence.

Ulrike breathes out and with a sad voice, 'Maou Heika. Von Voltaire-Kyo. Weller-Kyo. Von Christ-Kyo. And Geika… please take this moment to say your last words to Von Bielefeld-Kyo… you will only have a matter of minutes before his spirit transcends to the Spirit World.'

'No!'

'Oh! Gods no!'

'Dammit! This cant be!'

Gwendal and Conrart with the speed of light went to their baby brother whose battered body lies in the cold floor of the Temple. Gisela cries silently and gave way… she knows… she knows the spirit within was fading… fading and fading…

'Please Wolf… please baby… please live…'

'Wolfram… please, you can do this… please don't make your Koonichan cry anymore…'

The two brothers said in unison.

Gwendal's tears were forever flowing... he held Wolfram's bloody body in his arms and tightly embrace it, 'Please baby Wolf, you can still be with us. With me… I will not allow anyone to hurt you no more. Please listen to my voice… please… you can hear me right? Please Wolf…'

Conrart raises Wolfram's hand to his cheeks. The hands were cold… the hands were lifeless… 'Please brother… I need to see you smile. I need to see you make noise and demand from me. Please, please live and I will forever be here for you… be a brat and be selfish I don't care… just please live!'

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Gunter can only bite his lips.

There have been so many memories of him and Wolfram – often bickering with each other, fighting… him teaching the Wagamama Puu sword fight and balance his Maryoku.

Murata can only stare as the two brothers held the bloody body of their baby brother.

'Shinou…' he angrily stares at Yuuri who was standing with his eyes wide as saucers.

He turns around and went to the secret passageway… no one notices him.

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The door bangs open and Lady Cheri hurriedly went over her sons. 'NO! Oh please Gods no! Wolfie!'

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Yuuri can only stand and stare at the family whose faces are of death and sadness.

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'Wolfram?'

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'Yada… uso… this is all lies right?'

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Gwendal, Conrart and Lady Cheri then look at him.

Gwendal was furious.

Conrart was sad.

Lady Cheri was guilty... After all, wasn't it her fault? She was the one who introduce that traitorous bitch to the young Maou Heika and her Wolfram.

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They can all feel it. The burning pain...

The anguish...

The terrible hurt... inside their hearts.

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'This is… just a dream right?'

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With slow movements… he moves towards the lifeless body… he kneels and gathers the cold body into his arms.

'Nee Wolf… Oi. W-wake up.' Yuuri keep on repeating those words - without shouting... just asking the lifeless body to move and wake up.

'Wolfram... we are going on a picnic so you need to wake up. I forgot to sign the papers about the building of a new school, and oh! my foot slipped on the pavement and I almost hugged Doria... so you better shout 'Cheater!' and then run towards me...'

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'Nee Wolfram... wake up... please...'.

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'Wolfram! Wolfram wake up! Please open your eyes… please… Oi Wolf!' Yuuri's voice was beyond him… it was deep and full of misery.

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They can only stare and cry.

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Why?

Why it has to be Wolfram?

Didn't he suffer enough?

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'Wolf wake up. Remember we promise Greta to go with her to the market? We will be buying her – her – h-her new school items. R-remember you insist that we shop f-for her… Nee Wolf… wake up. I-Its going to be like a family d-date… so wake up…' Yuuri's words stutters with his cries.

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'Wolf… please…'

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'Wolfram!'

Yuuri's shout was unanswered.

Yozak and the others went inside.

Soldiers, the Loyal Bielefeld Army was there – the female guards were not able to stop the men from entering… to know the sudden halt of the onslaught of nature outside.

They hurriedly went to hear good news…

But not this.

Blood... everywhere.

The Great Von Voltaire crying openly.

Yozak's heart was fierce when he saw his Captain crying… even with the death of Julia he had never seen Conrart like this…

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Greta runs towards her, 'PAPA! Papa Wolf!'

Gwendal sweep Greta up before she can go towards Wolfram whose bloodied body was so battered up, 'Shhh… cry here princess… please don't look at him…'

'No! Papa! Papa! Wake up!'

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'WAKE UP! WOLFRAM!'

The Temple then shook and they all witness the transformation of the Maou – whose hair grows far longer than before… longer and longer… until even the bloodied floor was covered by it…

'Wake up! Wolfram von Bielefeld! I wont allow you to leave me! You who stole my heart! You cannot leave me! You are not allowed to leave my side!'

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But Wolfram von Bielefeld never opened his eyes.

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'Shinou! You have to do something! Anything!'

'I can do nothing anymore My Sage… his spirit can't hold it anymore.'

'But Shibuya he loves Wolfram! He loves him! There must be something! Anything! Not this! Not again this!'

'But it is too late… the spirit won't hear him anymore…'

'Shinou! For the love of all the Gods! Do something! Why! Why does it has to be a Bielefeld once again! Isn't it enough before? Why does it has to be him?'

'Those questions will be answered in due time…'

'Shinou!'

'But please… allow me to give you this…'

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'T-T-This is…'

'Yes. That... I will be giving you the responsibility.'

'W-Why? What's going on!'

'My Sage. It is fate. It is destiny. You need to nurture that. And if you think the time is right. Then gave it back to whom it belongs to.'

'W-Why?'

'It needs to be return to him. If he will not forget.'

'He will not! I will do this! I don't care about the consequences but I will do this. I will not let another Bielefeld be thrown away!'

'Thank you My Sage.'

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'Wolfram... remember when we first met? You are so royally pissed off that I get to be the Maou. Anone, that time - was blank. Who is this gorgeous bishonen frowning at me...'

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Conrart, Gwendal, Yozak, Lady Cheri, Gunter and all the others can only look at their Maou.

Wolfram's bloody body in Yuuri's arms. Yuuri carefully play with Wolfram's blonde hair.

'You have the most beautiful sun-kissed hair... and I was really smitten by you. I was surprise with your attitude - one thing is for certain that time - you were a spoiled brat...'

Yuuri then touches Wolfram's cold cheeks. He felt his heart clench with pain - the hot cheeks are now cold... lifeless...

'Ever wonder why I didn't punch you when you insulted my mother? Cause you see... you are so beautiful... I dont want to punch such beautiful face... so instead of punching you - I slap you... and things happen...'

The occupants are surprised - they never knew the reason before.

Yuuri lifted Wolfram's lifeless hand and put it on his cheeks.

'This powerful hand... remember that time when there was an earthquake and I might fall... You told me... You will fall with me... not caring about anything - just sharing that I will not suffer or be hurt alone... How many times did you hand save me?'

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Crack of thunder once again split the silence of Heaven as the rain pours on the land.

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'Wolfram... please come back to me... please... I love you so much Wolfram... please... please...'

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Royal Albert Hall.

South Kensington City of Westminster, London, England

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The Royal Albert Hall is a concert hall situated on the northern edge of the South Kensington area, in the City of Westminster, London, England, best known for holding the annual summer Proms concerts since 1941.

Since it's opening by Queen Victoria in 1871, the world's leading artists from several performance genres have appeared on its stage and it has become one of the UK's most treasured and distinctive buildings. Each year it hosts more than 350 events including classical concerts, rock and pop, ballet and opera, sports, award ceremonies, school and community events, charity performances and banquets.

The hall was originally supposed to have been called The Central Hall of Arts and Sciences, but the name was changed by Queen Victoria to Royal Albert Hall of Arts and Sciences when laying the foundation stone as a dedication to her deceased husband and consort Prince Albert.

The hall, a Grade I listed building, is an ellipse in plan, with major and minor axes of 83 m (272 ft) and 72 m (236 ft). The great glass and wrought-iron dome roofing the hall is 41 m (135 ft) high. It was originally designed with a capacity for 8,000 people and has accommodated as many as 9,000.

Around the outside of the hall is a great mosaic frieze, depicting 'The Triumph of Arts and Sciences', in reference to the Hall's dedication. Proceeding anti-clockwise from the north side the sixteen subjects of the frieze are: (1) Various Countries of the World bringing in their Offerings to the Exhibition of 1851; (2) Music; (3) Sculpture; (4) Painting; (5) Princes, Art Patrons and Artists; (6) Workers in Stone; (7) Workers in Wood and Brick; (8) Architecture; (9) The Infancy of the Arts and Sciences; (10) Agriculture; (11) Horticulture and Land Surveying; (12) Astronomy and Navigation; (13) A Group of Philosophers, Sages and Students; (14) Engineering; (15) The Mechanical Powers; and (16) Pottery and Glassmaking.

Above the frieze is an inscription in 12 in (300 mm) terracotta letters that combine historical fact and Biblical quotations: 'This hall was erected for the advancement of the arts and sciences and works of industry of all nations in fulfilment of the intention of Albert Prince Consort. The site was purchased with the proceeds of the Great Exhibition of the year MDCCCLI. The first stone of the Hall was laid by Her Majesty Queen Victoria on the twentieth day of May MDCCCLXVII and it was opened by Her Majesty the Twenty Ninth of March in the year MDCCCLXXI. Thine O Lord is the greatness and the power and the glory and the victory and the majesty. For all that is in the heaven and in the earth is Thine. The wise and their works are in the hand of God. Glory be to God on high and on earth peace.'

Shibuya Shori knows the History of the Royal Albert Hall, he was fascinated by it and he once saw the performance of the Phantom of the Opera with his Mother and Father as his Anniversary gift for them.

But for the life of him, he doesn't know why he is here – sitting at the VIP exclusive chair with his brother's best friend.

The so called Soukoku no Daikenja.

He wanted to asked why are they here and what the hell will he be doing here?

Bob wasn't here, if his not mistaking Bob is currently occupied with the Prince of Wales with topics of merging several Hotel Chains and Resorts.

He is the apprentice but he was being – what – a chaperone of the Daikenja?

'Nee, sorry for the wait. I need to talk to someone for a while. Here's the programme,' Murata Ken emerged from the back and handed him the exquisite looking black and blue with silver lining Programme.

He raises his eyebrow.

It was a beautiful piece of art.

Even though that it is only a mere Programme brochure, it looks like it was carefully art directed.

SCARLET ~ 15.

The title of the event. Written in the invitation. Simple style yet there's some gothic feeling.

He then opens the programme but then the light dims out, he wasn't able to see anything but the cheer of the thousand of people are astounding.

'Oi! Otouto no tomodachi! What the hell are we doing here?'

'Ehhh? Didn't Sharon told you? We are here to watch the concert of one of the best singers.'

'I don't care about that – what the hell are we doing watching this?'

'Hmmmm… Bob sponsored this and well… I wanted you to watch and I wanted to hear your opinion.'

'Opinion of what dammit?'

'Tah tah. Patience Tomodachi no Otouto. Patience is a virtue. Just watch and you'll see.'

Shori can only grits his teeth. No matter when and where – Murata Ken can always try the patience of a saint.

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The Hall was dark…

Then a single sweet glow of light forms – the people applauses and shouted.

'Scarlet!'

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Then a sweet melodic piano keys were heard…

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A voice so sweet, so mesmerizing... it put all the people in trance.

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'Achingly, I waited alone in a corner of the room

I remembered the color of your skin

(like) snow, falling from a violet sky, that

suddenly disappears when embraced... Despair

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The light then emerges… quietly until the hands of the singer can be seen.

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The day we first met is so close yet so far

The person I was searching is innocently laughing

I, dazzled (by you), without being able to see the answer,

lose yesterday, today, and tomorrow

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Slowly… like a touch of a feather… the singer's face was shown.

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Shori sucks his breathe.

'M-Murata!'

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That insanity, that violence

That scar that I kiss

Or that seemingly broken memory

Or that pain to the point of sleeplessness

Are they things that someone can take away from me?

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'Yes… I know.'

Murata gazed at the singer…

Whose sakura petal lips sings with sadness and love in his voice…

Whose sun kissed blonde hair sway with the movement of his hands as it lovingly plays the keyboard of the Grand Piano.

Eyes were closed… but he knows the colors.

A familiar… Emerald Green Eyes…

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Stay by my side, don't go! Gaze only at me

My heart burns with the love I have for you

By embracing one another, we won't be separated.

Nobody can break us apart.

Even if I defy any god,

even if I lose my life

just as long as I have only you.

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If I could pull out this heart of mine,

I would want to show you this love right now

If the night of animalistic love-making could continue,

the fleeting dreams would disappear.

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That pain, that oppression

That eternal prayer

Or that numbed sigh

Or that momentary tranquility

Are they things that someone can take away from me?

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'W-what is going on Murata?'

'A secret.'

'When are you going to say it? When are you going to say it to me? Or to Yuuri! Specially to Yuu-chan!'

Murata let out a tired sigh.

'The right time.'

'Damn you! Fifteen years! You've kept it for fifteen freaking years!'

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If you would be here for me, I won't make you cry again

I love you! This is my pledge to you

Connected, entangled cold fingertips

Even if I defy any god,

even with this sin,

just as long as I have only you…'

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The people on the hall erupted on applause.

Scarlet.

Just the name Scarlet.

The mysterious singer that hits the English Music Industry. People around the world have heard his music, and all has been touched by it.

His solemn angelic voice shook the world. It was both 'haunting and lonely' and it's as if he is telling the story of his lost love…

The music industry then was forever in chase of the elusive singer who was only known as SCARLET.

No background information was supplied, only that the Angel Scarlet is only 15 years old. And his nationality is still questionable.

Many have said that he was German, a British, A half Japanese half American, a Spanish… but no one can ever say, for he has incredible accent. If he speaks German, then his accent is German. If its British - he has the same accent as the Queen itself.

He can speak numerous languages that it gave the reporters a hard time to distinguished his heritage.

Another press, a more underground and emo-type of news speculated that he is a Vampire or that Gothic Type Prince in England.

For he has the face of an Angel.

His beautiful Blonde hair was compared to the sun's brilliant shine.

His eyes - said to be as green as Emerald has that sensuous and isolated look…

The paparazzi and the press have wanted to interview him, but all request were denied.

He only gives his music to the world. But not his personal life.

His music is amazing.

It was composed solely by him.

No one knows how can a mere 15 years old boy can have manage to create an astounding deep and heart wrecking pieces… but the words in them are so beautiful… that even the adults and senior citizen cant help but cry whenever those words were sing by him.

The music 'Double Black' made it to the No. 1 chart. and it stayed on the top of the chart for five weeks. The song also topped the charts in Ireland, New Zealand, Australia, Brazil, Italy, France, Switzerland and has become Scarlet's second number one in the United States.

With that achievement Scarlet became the first male solo singer in the history of the Billboard Hot 100 to have two number ones from the same album.

His music 'Double Black' became the first single of the decade to sell a million units in the United Kingdom and it was certified Platinum by the British Phonographic Industry (BPI), as well as being certified triple platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) in the United States.

The song has received universal critical acclaim from a wide variety of publications upon release, and has been viewed as a highlight of Scarlet's 15 ~ Album.

In a track-by-track review for 15, Joanne Dorken of MTV UK noted the track's placement at the end of the album saying, 'It maybe a cliché, but Scarlet has saved the best until last with this heartfelt and enchanting piano ballad. ... It's sad but beautiful and displays Scarlet at his best – marking the perfect end to what has been in our eyes, a faultless album.'

Will Dean of The Guardian claimed the song was the album's 'highlight', characterizing it as 'gorgeous'.

Tom Breihan of Pitchfork Media selected 'Double Black' as a song of the day, claiming it served as a reaffirmation of popular music: 'Sometimes, pop music can still break your heart.'

Writing for BBC Online, Ian Wade noted that the 'Double Black', just voice and piano, is an actual thing of beauty, placing the listener in one of those moments where you feel you're in the presence of a future standard.

'Double Black' has become an international number one hit. It has achieved commercial success by topping the charts in Australia, Ireland, New Zealand, the United Kingdom and the United States, as well as reaching the top ten in many other countries.

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'Thank you all so much for being here with me today.'

Applause of the people from the hall are non-stop.

Scarlet let a smile that take their breathes away. Even the men cant help but be mesmerized by that smile.

'Forgive me for being always quiet. I heard that people are asking around and creating so many things about me. All I ever wanted was to share you my music and the words inside of my heart… I know it is funny how come someone like me were able to write this songs… hmmm… let's just say, maybe my past life have something to do with it…'

People cheered and they were all shouting:

'We love you!'

'Its okay! We believe in you!'

'Scarlet!'

'Thank you maybe a small word to give you what I feel, but I truly appreciate each one of you here – listening to me sing and mumbles…' Scarlet let out a sexy chuckles that made the men and women squirm in delight.

Scarlet has the face of an angel but the voice of one sexy demon.

'My next song would be about… something that's always in my dream… of someone calling me… telling me to wake up… I tell you – its quite pissing me off. I don't like being awaken early in the morning,' the people at the hall chuckles and cheers.

'So I was surprised that this song was made into number one. Also I cant explain why the title of the song… I just think that this is what the best title for the song. I'm sorry. I may not be making any sense, so let me just sing it to you…'

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The light once again die down… darkness engulfs them and then the hall was illuminated by stars and the galaxies…

The people cheered and they raised their hands.

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'...THE END OF OUR FORTUNE

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I heard your whisper.

no-one else can hear it.

The pieces of moonlight fluttering down...

are waking the infinite sleep.

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OH, TELL ME WHY tell me...

one more time, the destiny of...

an impossible dream.

...THE END OR THE BEGINNING

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could heal with the smile

can't shed tears anymore

only the hurtful words

without hands to protect you

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PLEASE TELL ME WHY this world...

is almost broken

I met your love

(TELL ME WHY) The bonds of time...

are still spinning.

Even good-bye...

is over now.

...THE END OF OUR FORTUNE

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I'm holding tight.

...THE END OF OUR FORTUNE

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I heard your whisper.

no-one else can hear it.

the whisper is calling me.

the memory of heartbeats awakens...'

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The Bentley London

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The Bentley London is a luxury AA 5-star hotel in London, England. It is located at 27-33 Harrington Gardens in south Kensington, lying between Cromwell Road to the north and Brompton Road to the south in close proximity to some of London's major museums including the Natural History Museum, Victoria and Albert Museum and other sites of note such as the Royal Albert Hall, Sloane Square and the Royal Court Theatre, and the boutiques of Knightsbridge such as Harrods and Harvey Nichols.

The Bentley London Waldorf Astoria Collection is built from six hundred tonnes of marble imported from Turkey, Italy and northern Africa as well as intricate mosaic designs throughout the property. It was constructed behind the facade of three adjacent Georgian townhouses. The hotel has furnishings to accompany the marble structuring and crystal chandeliers.

The average room is 30 to 35 square metres in size and feature silk covered walls. The bathrooms are classically decorated in marble and have jacuzzi baths.

It was one of the most classic and finest hotel in London.

But Shibuya Shori wouldn't care about it.

Pacing back and forth now inside the suite, looking angrily at Murata Ken who was sitting at the bar and sipping an old aged wine as if it was the most natural thing to do.

'Stop pacing Shori. Bob will be here anytime.'

'Don't dare tell me that! I am out of my wits here! I do not know what to think! How come t-that Scarlet was no where inside his dress room?'

'Because when he had the finale encore – and went out – he did went out. There was a Jaguar waiting for him to pick him up.'

'But I need to talk to him!'

'You need first to talk to Bob.

'Why the hell I should talk to him! I need to talk to – to that guy!'

The door clicks and then Sharon walks in with that stiff guard look on her face.

She was surprised to see Shibuya Shori but it didn't show in her face.

'What is he doing here Your Eminence?'

Murata shrugs his shoulder as answer.

Sharon sighs and grits an angry retort.

It is hard dealing with the Daikenja.

'Bob!'

'Shori. I heard from His Eminence you're here. Please let us sit down. Sharon lock the door.'

'What is the meaning of this Bob?'

'Please sit down before you lose your bearing. Patience is a-'

'I know! I know! It's a virtue that apparently I don't have so spit it out.'

'Calm down.' Bob speaks with authority this time.

Shori let out a tired sigh and went to the centre table and sits.

Sharon serves them wine.

Shori looks at Bob.

Bob is an Earth born demon who is the Maou of Earth. He is a businessman who owns several prosperous companies and is even called 'the Maou in the business world'.

He met Yuuri and him when they were children and saved them from some bullies. From then on he wishes to protect Yuuri and gain the same power, thus him becoming Bob's apprentice.

Bob was said to be the descendant of Christel Wincott (and that all Earth demons are related to him). Christel Wincott brought 'The Mirror at the Bottom of the Sea' from Shin Makoku to Earth. Bob was the keeper of the box, before he entrusted it to Yuuri, who took it back with him to Shin Makoku.

He had known Bob for several years but still the Maou of Earth had hidden him so many things.

'What are we waiting for? Tell me what's going on here Bob. I need to know who Scarlet is and what is your connection? Why am I here? If you have no connection to Scarlet, Murata wouldn't let me be here.'

Sharon and Murata smirks. It looks like Shori was able to grasp the idea easily.

'First, let the Daikenja speaks.'

But before Murata Ken was able to open his mouth the door bangs open.

All eyes were turned into the intruder.

Sharon rolled her eyes.

There can never be a close door to a very spoilt Prince.

'What is the meaning of this? Why am I in the Peridot Restaurant with that annoying Dr. Jose who keeps in bugging me about Akihabara stuff?'

Shori's jaw dropped.

Not just the face – but also that haughty prideful arrogant persona!

Everything speaks of…

'Wolfram?'

Scarlet raised his perfect eyebrow and looks at the stranger who is gawking at him. He rolled his eyes, why cant this people just stare at him normally, he looks so ordinary for crying out loud. If this guy calls him Angel like the others he would surely kick his arse!

'How did you know that name?'

'E-Eh?'

'Hump! Is it you papa?'

'P-Papa?' Shori looks at Bob.

Bob grins and stands beside Scarlet.

'Wolfram, I would like you to meet a friend of mine. You haven't met him for you always stay here in London. He is the man I've been telling you about – my successor in this business.'

'This weak looking guy?'

Shori's eyes twitch and an angry vein pops out.

Definitely the Demon Prince!

'His name is Shibuya Shori. Shori, this is my son. Wolfram. He is fifteen years of age and currently staying here in one of my residents in London. He is the young boy behind the name Scarlet.'

Shori stands and nods at Wolfram.

The same name.

The same face.

But…

He doesn't remember me.

'Papa! What the heck is going on? Why am I being babysit by Dr. Jose? Sheesh! Of all people! He keeps on talking about his anime stuff! Its killing me already!'

'What's wrong with it? You like anime and you have various collection of manga and toys right? I thought Dr. Jose would be a delight for you as a company?'

'Well yes! But not about those Lolicon! Argh! He is such a pervert like Uncle Ken!' Wolfram then glares at Murata who almost spilled his drink much to Sharon's delight.

'Nee Wolfram… you know that hurts me.'

'Hump! Like I care! You two are such pervs! Always lolicon here and there!'

Bob chuckles, which astonished Shori. Shori looks at the Demon Businessman and yes, its rare and he thinks this is the very first time he saw Bob gave a smile and a chuckle full of adoration.

'Anyway, why don't you go down first, we wont be here for long. We will join you in there for about 30minutes.'

'Promise Papa?'

'I promise son.'

'Okay! Aunt Sharon! Better make that 30minutes – if they aren't down there by then – I will tear this whole place down!'

And with that like a whirlpool of wind – the Demon Prince vanished and bangs the door close.

Murata chuckles, 'One of the reason that we don't reveal his personality to the press. You did a great job Sharon for withholding interviews.'

'Well, if I don't my dear Wolfram would spit fire on them. He doesn't like his privacy to be out in the open.'

Sharon smirks and pours another glass of wine to the men.

Shori was in awed and Murata arranges his glasses and let out a cough.

'Shibuya Shori, what I am about to tell you is a secret. A top secret for fifteen years. I have no intention of revealing it – but I think the time has come. The hidden memories are resurfacing faster than we have expected.'

'Get to the point dammit!'

'Then listen… what I am about to reveal to you, would be in your own discretion if you would say this to Shibuya – your little brother. I will let you decide if it's the right time to reveal everything to him.'

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Shin Makoku ~ Blood Pledge Castle

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'O-Oi! Shori! What are you doing here? What's with that stuff?' Yuuri asked his brother who just barged in the Throne Room where everyone was currently present.

They were here to discuss his marriage proposals for the nth time. Yuuri doesn't like it – much to the displeasure of many. They have been asking him for the pass thirty years to choose a wife already.

He needs to settle down and pass on the reign or to have an heir. Because Shinou Heika can't anymore appoint a Maou – it would be Yuuri's job or his descendants to do it.

But he had been refusing all proposals that come his way.

He doesn't like to entertain marriage.

For him, his still young and very much still in love.

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With someone who he knew will never come back to him.

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'Just shut up Yuu-chan and just stay there! Murata help me with this!'

Yuuri was surprised to see Murata. For the pass thirty years his friend has been going back and forth to Earth and Shin Makoku and it's a rare occurrence for him to be here at Blood Pledge.

'Shori Heika, what are those?'

Even Gunter and the others are surprised at the sudden appearance of the Maou of Earth.

Shori didn't answer and just arrange whatever those equipments he brought.

Yuuri roam his eyes.

The Ten Nobles and some of the Aristocrats are here, with their proposals for him to choose his bride. He grimaced and looks at Conrart whose eyes are ever indulging and ever forgiving.

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Bride.

He looks at Gwendal who keeps his eyes away from him.

Gwendal never had forgiven him for the past.

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Lady Cheri gave him a half smile.

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Even Lady Cheri who loves him like a son, who felt guilt for the foolishness of the past can only smile at him little.

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They all blame him…

It was his fault after all…

He believes in a girl who he thought was someone who can fulfil his dreams, only to have been betrayed and in the process his true love was lost to him…

Wolfram von Bielefeld had sacrificed his life to save him from the poisonous Houseki filled dagger.

Wolfram was killed – stabbed several times when they all thought that Wolfram was him – Shibuya Yuuri.

The terrible pain still lingers.

He and Wolfram have a very faint connection - maybe because there was a time when the Maou inside of him gave Wolfram a spirit of his... A little bit of grace or spirit was with Wolfram...

And when the first stab of dagger pierce through Wolfram - he cried at the pain.

He felt it. Everyone around him was surprised when he collapsed and shouted at the pain...

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No one knows that out there - Wolfram was suffering alone... Being stabbed multiple times - enduring the pain... and dying...

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The past was still a blur to him.

He doesn't want to remember.

He doesn't want to think.

He doesn't want to feel.

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If he did… the Earth will tremble once again.

The wind will howl angrily.

The thunder will let out an angry shout.

The lighting will spears its angry volts at the land…

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'Shori, what the heck is that?'

Yuuri's thoughts was stopped when he sees a gigantic projector, Shori connects his laptop into the projector cables and inputs and outputs.

'Listen here Yuu-chan! This is the only way I can show you the truth. What this Daikenja have hidden from you! For fifteen years!'

Yuuri's heart made a sharp thump.

Fifteen years.

Fifteen years on Earth... Thirty years on Shin Makoku...

That is the most scariest words.

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'I don't understand-'

'Then just shut up and look! Dakaskos, pull the curtains – cover the room into darkness now!'

Even the Ten Nobles and the Royal Household were all shocked at the vehemence of Shori's voice. Dakaskos and the other soldiers let down the curtains and the whole Throne Room was covered in darkness.

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And then they all watched as the projector let out a sound.

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A piano piece.

A piano piece that tickles their hearts... that touches their memories...

Its as if that piece of sound grabs their innermost feelings... of the forgotten past...

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and then a voice.

Yuuri grips his seat.

A voice so achingly familiar.

He dream of hearing it for so many years…

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'Do you hear my sad monologue?

These words that blame you

The name that becomes pain when I call it

You, you, you

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If you are smiling at thoughts of me sometimes

I won't have any more lingering attachments

So don't forget me, me, me

Please remember me, me, me

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'What the . . . ?'

Whispers and shock faces are everywhere.

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Farewell only comes once but why does longing come a lot?

I have never forgotten you for a single moment, I love you

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Is it so? Are you really completely fine?

You, you, you

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You left me without even a common promise

But that person still remains in me

Don't forget me, me, me

Please remember me, me, me

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Gasped and heart thumping with anticipation.

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Farewell only comes once but why does longing come a lot?

I have never forgotten you for a single moment

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The people then look at Yuuri.

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I'm not asking to do a love that has already passed

I just wish you would remember my love

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Don't forget me, me, me

Love me, me, me

Farewell only comes once but why does longing come a lot?

I have never forgotten you for a single moment, I love you, I love you

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Yuuri slowly descends the stairs…

Slowly raises his hand to the projector... and with a hand of a lover touches the face of the man singing in the projection.

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'Wolfram' he whispered.

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Farewell only comes once but why does longing come a lot?

I have never forgotten you for a single moment, I love you, I love you

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'What is going on?' Yuuri's voice is the only thing can be heard amidst the sobbing of the female in the Throne Room.

'That is the secret of the Daikenja! Let him explain it to you all!'

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