The second chapter is up. Not much is being revealed here. Bear with me for a while. Sorry for OCCness. Osakini douzo….enjoy!! Not Beta-ed. Sumimasen..
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"Wolfram! Wait!"
"…….."
"Oi, Wolfram, come on, please!"
The said blonde turned to face the one who called him. His emerald eyes were glistening with unshed tears. Tears he had managed to accumulate throughout the years. Tears for his own stupidity, tears for his goofy and wimpy fiancé, tears for their daughter, tears for the family he had always dreamt of but could never call his own.
"What, you pathetic excuse for a wimp?" He spat the words out like venom. Honestly, he was just tired of keeping up a I-don't-care-whether-you-love-me-or-not-but-I-love-you-anyway façade.
Yuuri was taken aback by the sheer resentment of the reply. True, Wolfram had been calling him a 'wimp' for as long as he could remember but never in that context and never in that tone. It was as if Wolfram had snapped.
"Wolf, I…I….," Yuuri couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence. Heck, he hadn't even figured out the sentence yet. His mind chose that particular moment to switch off.
Wolfram sighed. 'That is so Yuuri. So pathetic, so wimpy, so pathetically wimpy…'. He sighed again. He needed to keep his temper and his emotion in check. "Or it will be the death of you, my beautiful prince," someone had told him that. 'But, who?' Besides, it was all over. His life as he knew it. He breathed deeply.
"What do you want from me, Yuuri Heika? If there is anything I can help you with, please do not hesitate to tell me so," Wolfram bowed his head slightly before Yuuri. The soukoku was stunned. He actually recoiled at such display of respect from his accidental fiancé.
"What are you doing, Wolfram? Why are you bowing to me? You've never done anything remotely respectful to me ever since I've known you." 'Ooops…wrong things to say'.
"Well….Heika. There is always a first time for everything. Besides, considering the fact that my hearing is not yet impaired, I believe that I am nothing more than a subject and a loyal soldier to you. If I remember the lesson on etiquette correctly, that requires me to behave in certain level of respect towards you. Oh…..and please forgive my earlier outburst. I promise you that from today onward, such vulgar display of emotion will not happen again."
Yuuri was dumbstruck. It took quite a while for him to piece together everything Wolfram had just said. 'Oh shit, he heard me…..no wonder there was a blacken flower by the door.' The realization hit him like cold water.
How was he going to get out of the hole he himself had dug with his own hands? How was he going to explain it to the blonde without him hurtling some nasty insults or worst….some fireballs at him. Wolfram's temper could never differentiate between a commoner and a monarch. Everyone was the same to his temper. 'Eh….matte…matte….matte yo! Rewind that scene a little bit. Didn't Wolfram just apologize for his behavior? And didn't he just said that that would be his last….what words did he use? vulgar display of emotion? OK…I am officially confused. Did Wolfram just give up on me? But…..he never gives up on anything no matter how hopeless the situation is? So what gives?'
"Wolfram, please. I want you to give me….." Yuuri's pleading was cut short when he saw the blond shaking from fury. Wolfram's clear emerald eyes now turned a shade darker, like the sea in the middle of the storm. Yuuri fancied seeing twenty-foot waves crashed against one another in Wolfram's eyes.
"I have nothing more to give you, Heika. I've given you my love but all you did was flung it back at my face. I've given you my heart but you threw it back to me, broken. I've given you my trust but it only took a sentence from you to destroy it. At least, let me keep my pride," Wolfram was now visibly straining to keep his composure. But what was the use losing his dignity in front of someone who obviously didn't appreciate anything he ever did.
"But don't worry. I gave you my words before that I will protect you and stay loyal to you, that when you fall, I'll fall with you. As I hard as I found it to be, not to mix my emotions and my responsibility, I assure you that your safety and your well being will always be the top priority. If you'll excuse me, Heika, I have an afternoon training session with my troops," Wolfram bowed before the confused monarch, taking three steps backwards before turning his body around and walked towards the certain darkness of his life.
"…..". 'What gives?'
****
Wolfram clutched his chest where his heart was or used to be before that stupid wimpy king broke it and then trampled on it until all that was left was fine dust. 'Stop being over-dramatic, Wolf,' he admonished himself,'……well on second thought, over-dramatic IS my middle name'. He laughed at his own stupid joke and wondered whether Conrart's lameness in telling joke had finally rubbed on him. 'Maybe it runs in the family….haha.' Honestly, was he going crazy?
He would love to lay all the blame on his fiancé or ex-fiancé, whichever suited. Seeing how he refused to accept Wolfram's love or to accept him as his rightful fiancé albeit an accidental one, Yuuri should be blamed for all the heartache and for all his sadness and for all his pain. But, sadly, Wolfram knew, he brought all these upon himself. He should've known better, of course, that Earth and Shin Makoku were two very different worlds. 'Emphasize on the very ', he thought wryly. That it wasn't easy for someone as young and naïve as Yuuri to change easily according to their customs. He should've realized that even if Yuuri was willing to change for his country, there were still some things that he would find difficult to accept. One of those things was the relationship between two people form the same sex. 'So, I guess in the end, the only person I can lay all the blame on is me. That figures,' Wolfram sighed for the umpteenth time that day.
He sat up on his bed, his own bed on which he used to sleep before the arrival of the Maou five years ago. After tossing and turning on the bed, largely blaming the scratchy sheet, he gave up on sleeping. There was no way in Shin Makoku that he could sleep giving the predicament he was in. The one he brought upon himself.
'There is no other way to solve this. From the point where I stand, there are only a few options available. Oh wait, scratch the lots of them because they involve dying or leaving him, which I cannot do since I gave him my word that I'll protect him. Tsk, me and my big mouth. Wait! That means there is only one option viable. Arghh, shit. Since when did I become this selfless person? The person I used to be would definitely not hesitate to do all those things. Ah, well! I do value my life as it is. So it is settled then.'
Wolfram stared at the total blackness engulfing everything outside his bedroom windows. Somehow he knew starting from tomorrow his life would be very difficult to go through. But let tomorrow be tomorrow. Tonight, he should enjoy it as it was; get some well deserved rest and make sure he had enough energy to go through hell which would be tomorrow. He lay on his bed again; feeling quite pleased with his accomplishment and started to close his eyes.
"……."
After 657,456 sheep, 'Damn, I can't sleep.'
****
A few door down from the Throne Room, a black figure sat on a couch near the French windows of his bedchamber. The figure had his hands cradling his head. His body swayed deliberately, as if such movement could help him solve whatever matters residing in that mind of his.
Yuuri was confused (when was he not?). He knew that he somehow had managed to push Wolfram over the edge, over the point of no return. A feat he had managed to avoid for the past 5 years. Truth be told, he liked the golden-haired boy, he was his best friend for crying out loud. For half a decade, Wolfram was always willing to sacrifice himself in order to save him. Yuuri was truly grateful for that, really, he was. But to see him in a new light, as a lover, was something he had not been able to bring himself to do. Yes, he knew that such relationship was common in Shin Makoku. But nothing could change the fact that he was born and raised on Earth and on Earth, such relationship was frowned upon and not even tolerated in some countries.
Now, his one-sided mild relationship (since Wolfram obviously wanted more than that) came to an end. All because of that stupid tantrum he threw at Gwendal and Günther. All because he had to find a Royal Consort. All because of that stupid custom of a maximum 5-years-ruling without a consort. Who came out with that stupid idea anyway? Queen Elizabeth I didn't marry until the end of her reign (unless you considered marrying a country counts). He was just 20 for Shinou' sake. Too young to be tied down to one person. Especially if the said person was a boy, 'or a man or a grandfather, given he's already 88 years old. Who cares anyway?' he mumbled.
But deep down inside, he did care. He couldn't imagine life without Wolfram. Wolfram and his constant "Cheater" or "Wimp" shouting. Wolfram and his "Hmmpph". Wolfram and his cute pout. Wolfram and his…..
'Yuuri, snap out of it,' he told himself. It was not like him to keep on thinking about Wolfram like that. Why would he think like that about Wolfram? Wolfram was just a friend, a good friend. Or…was he more than that? His head spun wildly.
"Arrgghhhh!!! Why is this happening to me?" his scream echoed through the huge room.
Greta, who was on the border of reality and dreamland, startled.
"Is everything alright, Yuuri?" she asked rather sleepily and annoyed because the scream made her miss the train to wonderland.
"Oh, nothing really, Greta. Sorry about that. Go back to sleep."
'Damn!!!!'
****
Elsewhere…
Smoke was billowing up the burned village. Chaos reigned. Panic spread wildly like a pandemic. Screams could be heard as the trapped tried to get out. Survivors were busy finding water or anything that could be used at all, trying to put out the fire and saved their family, lovers, friends and neighbours. Desperation tainted their faces.
But, fire by magic could only be put out by water that was summoned by magic. Alas, the villagers were either half Mazoku or humans, none could wield Maryoku. So, no matter how much they struggled, how much they tried, their effort just went down the drain. Eventually, the survivors just gave up and could only watch in horror as the fire continued raging, burning everything in its path, with the screams of the doomed as the background music.
They were taken by surprise. No one knew how and where the fire started. One minute everybody was in bed, busily dreaming, and the next minute everybody was running for their lives. Those who were lucky enough managed to crawl out of the village and sought shelter near the river. For the survivors, being near the river was somehow a bless and a curse. Bless because if the fire still continued onward after smoldering their village, they could just jump into the river. The current at this time of year was not that strong. Curse, for although they were near the one source that could be used to put out normal fire, they were unable to do so. All they could do now was pray. Tried not to throw up from the smell of human flesh burning and tried to tune out the horrible screams.
Amidst the screams of pain, an inhuman sound could be heard cackling, its foul voice reverberating throughout the hell-like village. The mysterious being started to hum something akin to a lullaby, only it was more like a death threat to someone unlucky enough.
When your heart is broken and in pain,
That's the moment I am free again,
To search, to find, to kill the one,
To control the soul it's so much fun.
Like it or not, I'm here to stay,
To torment you it's just a play,
Before I'm finished, you'll beg to die,
Or hope that it's all just a lie.
The hair on the back of the survivors' necks stood up.
Mata tsuzuku..
Vocabulary:
Matte (root word matsu) = wait/hold on
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