Sin: Yey! I got reviews! *grins like a lunatic* Because I got reviews, I'll continue on wif the story..

Nakamura Chiaki-san: Me too I'm excited to tell the story.. I'm updating the story prolly once or twice a week if time permits.. So stay tuned on what really happened to Wolf.

Daydreamer-Of-The-Unknown-san: Actually he did slapped Yuuri.. That's why Yuuri was dazed. Anyways, thanks for appreciating the story. I don't mind rants; I always do that especially when I'm excited! *winks*

And now, the first chapter starts! There is a reason for the chap title... trust me...

Chapter 1: Big Brother, Little Brother

Everyone in the Dinner halls ran to the corridor where they heard the anguish yells of Conrart. Gwendal was out of the door even before the second syllable of Wolfram's name escaped the lips off the second brother.

"Oh Shinou! Wolfram!" Lady Cheri gasps burying her face in her eldest son's chest.

"What happened?" Gwendal's body grew taut as he saw the sprawl body of his lil' wolf on the floor cradled by Conrart.

"Call Gisela!" Gunter shouted with the urgency that only the battlefield has witness during the time of the wars.

"Wolfram!" Yuuri tried to get near but he was restrained by Gunter.

"Heika… I know that you are concern," Gunter said as he held Yuuri's arm away from the brothers who are carrying the unconscious Wolfram back to his long forgotten room. Long forgotten but the maid's made sure that they are clean. "But please try to understand that Wolfram is no longer in any way related to you, sire. He abdicated the engagement and it's improper for you to meddle to this. Let his brothers take care of this. You know that Gisela can handle this right? For now, all we can do is just stand in the sidelines and just hope that it's nothing too bad."

It struck Yuuri big time. He is no longer as close as he was before to Wolfram. Starting tonight, he is an outsider, no longer his fiancé. Just a bystander, as cold as it might sound, the whole truth of that idea hit him like he was hit by a ten wheeler truck.

Meanwhile….

In Wolfram's room, the pale blond was laid by Conrart's gentle arms to his silken white sheets. Conrart stayed to his brother's right side as Gwendal positioned to Wolf's left and their mother settled beside Gwendal as they waited for Gisela to come, hoping that it's nothing terminal or any of the sorts.

CONRART'S POV

Among the three of us, Wolfram has the most unfortunate childhood. Struck by war and confusion, my brother never learned the value of a true smile. Being seen only for his lovely features, great maryoku control and royal descent and nothing else, I won't doubt why he wouldn't decide to hide underneath his bratty façade.

At age 9, Wolf learned the value of apathy. Both Mother and Lord von Bielefeld had affairs outside of their marriage vows and the sad part is that they were never discreet. Gwen and I are old enough to understand but he was just too young to even decipher what is going on. We tried our hardest to hide the ugly truth from him but he knew, he always do. He is after all a very smart kid.

At 10, Lord von Bielefeld died in the arms of his mistress a half human, half Mazoku, heart failure on throes of passion- one of the most embarrassing scandal that ever infested the life of their Mother. I knew that he was mad, sad and totally broken but he didn't want me to hold him not even Gwendal. He learned independence in the most inopportune time. He later found out of my half-human status and he won't even look me in the eyes anymore. I see the betrayal in those emerald eyes, eyes that always have trusted me with all that he was and it pained me so bad.

He lived his life restraining himself, too afraid to trust. Seventy four years of living in pain, 74 years of being in the dark. I thought it would stop the moment Yuuri proposed to him. We all did. And with all my hopes I prayed it will. He learned to smile a real smile, to laugh his heart out, cherish people he cared about. He even adopted a human child. We really though he was happy despite the non-stop bickering of him and arguments you had with Heika. I really thought he was until last week. Those tear he cried in that patch of garden. How can I be stupid ?! Not too see your misery, all those pain?

When Shinou took his heart, I wished he took mine instead. Wolfram deserved better! Why must he be the only one to suffer every single time?! Indeed Gwendal and I lost something as keys but at least we were alive but Wolf?! Why is it always so unfair?

When everything turn back to normal, I thought Yuuri will finally see how much Wolfram loved him and he will love our baby brother back and Yuuri will make him happy. Everyday I waited for him to smile that genuine smile that lights up his entire face, giving his face a glow akin to that of an ethereal being. Waited but failed.

After the escapade with the king of Shou Shimaron, he started calling me "koonichan" again. I was very happy then. So happy that I wanted to hug him. How I wish I really did. And then he spent time with me like he did when we were little.

Then he announced the abdication of the engagement. He smiled, face thanking Yuuri for everything. I almost jumped from the table in anger, to tell him that he owe Yuuri nothing. Why would he even thank someone who ignored him, took him for granted and denied him when all he ever gave is his trust, loyalty, love and affection? And now, he is suffering again. I, we, failed him again.

Gwendal's POV

Wolfram. Our source of joy and pride. A little ray of sunshine in our lives. Sweet little Wolf. When was the last time I call him Wolf? When did it started to change?

We knew his bratty façade, his attempt to cover up his misery with glares and pouts. Our little Wolf. I know that I was not a good brother to you but you still looked up to me like something akin to a father. It's arrogant of me but I know what you see with those emerald eyes of yours when you look at me- admiration mixed with pride yet so afraid to disappoint me. You should have known better that whatever you do I will never be disappointed with you.

We should have seen it. I SHOULD HAVE SEEN IT. Seen the forlorn look of your eyes whenever that coward we called a king denies your engagement. We thought that he was doing more good for you that we never saw the damage he was inflicting to your fragile heart.

Maybe you have wished that Shinou never returned your heart when he took it and used it as a key to one of the forbidden boxes. It would have been lonely but at least Yuuri cared. We should have known.

After that episode with Seikoku and the king of Shou Shimaron, you fell distant to everyone aside from Conrart and Greta. I thought that was good. It's when your nightly vigil of tears on the spot in that patch of garden right? And yet, I didn't intervened. The loneliness was eating you and yet I didn't do anything. We failed you again lil Wolf. We promised to protect you and yet we failed again.

When you wake up Wolf, I swear on the von Voltaire's name, I will never let you get hurt again. Even if I have to place a restraining order over the 27th Maou of Shin Mazoku.