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Forget Me

Lightly hitting his heals against the sides of the horse; he leaned forward, urging the beast to gain speed. Pulling the left rein gently, he directed the animal aimlessly, not knowing, nor really caring where he was going. He knew only that he had to get away. As far away as possible. His broken heart could not take it anymore. The rejection; the unfaithfulness, it was just too much. Enough was enough. Everyone reached his limit, and finally, he'd been pushed to his. No one, not even he, could continue to love someone who did not love them back.

This was for the best, for both of them. This was the only way. He was doing them both a favor by leaving. They could go on with there lives. The emerald eyed boy was not going to force his presence on his love any longer. Not when it was now so clear that he was unwanted. You can't make some one love you. Instead his dark haired beauty would be able to move on. Find someone he really wanted. Not some one like his 'accidental' fiancé. Not him. He would never want him. He had to leave. If he stayed his own heart couldn't heal. He would not be able to bear the sight of him loving someone else, when he had not loved him.

As he rode, the Mazoku knew, he'd by no means deserved to be anything more to the Maou. That was why he now fled off into the night, the coward he was. Nothing was left for him. Nothing but the pain of his only love moving on. The pain of witnessing the other, love, marry, rule side by side with whom ever 'she' turned out to be. All with out him. He would forget all about his blond fiancé, a mistake in his past. He would be glad to be ride of him.

With that thought he pulled on the reins, causing the horse to stop. The black beauty, was not his own. The run away had left that, as well. There was always the risk they would recognize his. With any luck, she would go unnoticed. Turning sideways, he looked one last time at the kingdom he'd grown up in. The kingdom that he'd been trained to protect. The kingdom he had met, and had fallen deeply and hopelessly in love with the Maou. Now he was going to leave it all behind. Never to return to his people, his family, or … Yuuri.

"You deserve to be with someone you really care about… and I… I deserve this pain…" He whispered softly. "Goodbye my love." Turning away, Wolfram beckoned the horse into a fast gallop, having cast his eyes for the last time on his home. Now they would be able to forget everything.

"I can't believe you!" Cried the dark haired boy, as the pair walked into his room.

"Me!?" Shrieked the other, emerald eyes blazing.

"You were the one who out there dancing, and flirting with all those ladies! Right. In. Front. Of. ME!"

"I was not flirting! I was only dancing! Would you have me reject their offers!?" Yuuri demanded, voice rising.

"Yes!"

"You're hopeless, Wolfram! I'm sick of this! I'm tired of your jealousy; everything!" "Well if you'd stop acting like the cheat you are, we wouldn't have this problem!" Continued Wolfram. "I am your fiancé! Me! Not any of those girls!"

Something in Yuuri seemed to snapped, "Well I wish you weren't! I wish I had not ever slapped you! I wish we'd never been engaged! In fact, I wish I had never met you! Just get out of my room, my business, and my life!"

The blond stared, speechless. Hurt filled his jade orbs, as he took in all that had been said. For a moment, neither of them said, nor did anything. Yuuri, looking angry and weary; Wolfram on the edge of tears.

Glaring darkly, Wolfram muttered rather calmly. "If that's the way you want it, fine. I wont be bothering you again, Heika." Turning on his heel, he stormed into the empty corridors, rushing to his own room. Tears streamed down his face, unwillingly, unnoticed. Every intention of keeping his word, he began to collect his belongings.

Alone in his room, Yuuri slept peacefully on his bed, half pleased to have his bed all to himself. He'd known his words had hurt his fiancé, but, he had to get through to him. He had to make him realize that he could not try and control his life. Why couldn't he just call of their engagement? This wasn't the first time he had asked himself this question. No matter what the blond did, he just couldn't seem to make him put an end to it. Maybe he was just being too nice. Maybe it was more then that. As always he dispelled this thought. They were friends, just barely, nothing more. After all they were both boys! It was ridiculous really!

Come tomorrow he would apologize and all would be forgotten. Just like always. This wasn't the first heated argument they'd had. Grant it, he had never admitted to the blond that he regretted, well everything. Did he really though? He wasn't so sure. He had just been so mad. Instead of going after Wolfram, he wanted to give him time to cool off, before trying to apologize to his fiancé. Come tomorrow he would deal with it.

Of all the things tomorrow would bring, the chance to apologize was not one.

A/N: So what do you think so far? I know its short, and probably a bit cliché, but it will get better!

Sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. (Like Mazoku. That's how it's spelt, right?)

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