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Chapter 2
The Fallen Star
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In Between the Sun, the Moon and the Star
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Heaven is in your eyes
Heaven is in your sound
To me, it's in all of the world that you see
Heaven is in your kiss
even though tears fall down
The only one under this sky
To make me smile
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I'm dreaming all day
I deeply closed my eyes
And called out your name
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Smiles keep spilling out
How can this be?
It's a day that everyone dreams of
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Out of everything that breathes
I wanna only remember you
Only feel you, only care for you
I wanna place you close to me
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Shin Makoku, foot of the Mountain
Near Shinou's Temple
The summer is ending.
He can hear the chirping of the cicadas.
'Meimuna opalifera'
That is what Murata Ken, the Soukoku no Daikenja a.k.a the Double Black of Perverseness a.k.a Double Black of Corruption and another a.k.a the Ero-Soukoku no Daikenja told them. That when a cicada sings, it said to indicate the end of summer, and it is called so because of its particular call.
He carefully watches as one cicada drop to a tree branch near a river and made the sounds.
He walks near it and his face broke into a smile, it is soothing to the ear and something akin to a nostalgic sepia feeling… of those faraway memories…
Maybe because of that memories he smiles mischievously and like in the past when he was a kid and running away from Gunter's lesson, he take off his boots and his knee length socks, it's a good thing he's wearing his usual knee tartan shorts and not his Royal Blue Uniform or the maids would be pissed at him.
He sits at the grass and put his white feet on the water – playing with it.
He likes to play his feet at the water but he doesn't like traveling via water – there's a big difference.
As a child born with fire within him – he has a very strong Fire Element and thus, all those opposing fire he has a strong allergy or sickness. But there's only one thing that opposes fire… and that is water.
He smirks knowing that element and let's just say that not just the element but a certain wielder of that element too.
He let out a long fresh gleeful sigh and stretched on the grass.
He grins when something bump in his pocket, he put his hand inside and get one of those Earth thing that makes music.
It was a gift.
From Murata Ken.
When the Ero-Daikenja found out that he had stopped celebrating his birthday – after all when a Mazoku reaches fifty years he or she should stop celebrating their birthdays like kids – the Daikenja ambushes him on this same spot and handed him a black velvet box with a white ribbon.
'What is it?' he has asked curiously and he saw a small smile on those ever playful lips of the perverted Sage.
'Just open it.'
He shrugs his shoulders and opens the box and was confused even more.
'The hell am I going to use this silver thing?'
The Great Sage then chuckles at him and told him that it was an iPod.
'A pod what?'
'An iPod. It plays music you know. I hear you humming and sometimes you linger on the grand piano, but I have never seen you play before.'
He glares at the Daikenja but the redness on his face cannot be hidden.
The time he stopped celebrating his birthday was the same time he had stopped playing the piano. Because as a soldier it would feel ridiculous and inappropriate for him to hold something sweet and melody and full of dreams when his other hand holds a sword that kills people and their dreams.
'You use it like this.'
Geika then teaches him how to operate or 'used' the iPod. He was surprised when beautiful music came out from the piece of earplug. Much like Anissina's earplug, but this one has tails.
'Don't worry about the music. Anissina helped me with the earplugs, so you'll be able to understand any music in there.'
He was amazed at how powerful and wonderful the thing was.
They never had this kind of music in Shin Makoku. The have Grand Concerto and amazing sonnets and Soprano's but never with this kind of music.
A blend of piano, a guitar, a violin and so many more. And he was surprised that poems can be sing. Yes, they have sonnets or composition of poems to be sing but not anything like this kind of music. There are… love melodies, there are… gentleness and sweetness.
It was amazing and he was thankful that they have the sun as the power source of the iPod's battery. He truly doesn't understand what those means, but Geika told him to just let the sun be the solar panel when he's 'charging' the iPod.
He was relieved… he doesn't like any 'Anissina-Kind' of charging.
The thing was always with him and he leaves without it – especially on these days that he wanted to be alone and just enjoy life.
Yes, enjoy life.
Music came to his ears and he hums…
'Yuuri…'
How are you?
Are you doing good there?
Have you improving your grades?
Have you been bothering Conrart and whining like a wimp?
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Yuuri… how are you?
Do you miss… Greta?
Have you missed Gwendal?
How about Gunter?
Gisela?
Anissina?
Hahaue?
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Or… M-Murata, the Geika?
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He had been sending letters to Yuuri for quite some time now. And he had received a few. More like a telegram letters:
'I'm fine Wolf. Hope you're doing great. See you.'
'Been doing great Wolf. Take care of Greta. See you.'
'Don't get over board. Heard from Conrad via Gwendal's letter you've went to a neighboring village to fight off bandits. Don't get cocky. Take care Wolf. Miss Greta so much. See you.'
And the words would be so on and so on… with the letters ending with 'See you.'
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He bitterly smiles, after they have parted it is no wonder Yuuri wouldn't give a single iota about him. Yuuri had been gone for four years and half now, that is equal to two years and half on Earth and though it is peaceful and lonely, his heart has been improving…
Healing.
Maybe it is true that… time heals all wounds.
Another one of Geika's 'words of wisdom'.
He chuckles, when the Geika is being serious and stuff, he can sprout some sense and wonderful words. But those are 'rare' words especially when talking to him.
'Yuuri… I hope you are doing good and not being a wimp,' he smiles even though his heart felt a tiny twinge of pain.
Most of the times he had forgotten Yuuri.
Oh, he does still think of Yuuri, but he had put his heart and spirit into taking what is rightful for a Bielefeld Heir.
He inhales the sweet fragrance of the wind.
A Bielefeld Heir.
They have courage.
Bravery.
Boldness.
Nerve.
Spirit.
Valiant.
Maximum endurance of pain….
And Pride.
One must never forget that all Bielefeld blood has a strong pride in their system.
A strong heart.
He slowly stands and looks at the water, mirroring himself and grins at his reflection.
He likes what he sees so far.
Though still can be considered pale, he had tan a little. Though it still infuriates him that he gains only a little five centimeters. He had gain a little muscles and he doesn't look like a carbon copy of his Hahaue – thank Shinou for that. He doesn't like to forever look like a baby.
Thanks to his daily training with his army, he seldom got the time of the day to think of anything. They train early in the morning till sundown.
Morning exercise are for warm ups. Swords and speed. Gunter and Gwendal told him to learn the art of maneuvering his body as a weapon. His army are specialize Maryoku Users and have powerful Majutsu. Each one of them was trained to basic offense to defense, but Gunter insisted for them to learn the most uses of a sword in fighting. He didn't argued, Conrart was with Yuuri as his personal bodyguard and guardian on Earth, so it was Yozak and the Second-In-Command of the Weller Army, Deaniel de Barbarac who taught him the basic to the hardest mode of a sword fight.
And boy, the Weller Second in Command was no baby sitter.
He did train them all, work them all out. He can ninety percent say that he had never been dirtied, perspired, sweat, out of breath until that Sword Training. And he says that Conrart is the best swordsman in Shin Makoku, well his Second can make him run of his money.
Deaniel or Dean to the others are strong willed and a hard man. He truly values the way of the sword and will not give a damn even if you're a God's son. He doesn't care if your royalty or not – if the orders are said: Train him. He will truly drive you to the end until you grasped the meaning of Sword Fight.
Gwendal approved of the training, especially after the near-fatal blow he had in the neighboring village. They've used Houseki Stones to weaken them and it's a good thing that he and some of his men are getting used to Houseki Stone Powers that they were able to survive the ambush.
He now can pair with Gunter and duel with him. Though he still ends up as the loser – but he can duel the Yuki Gunter for about thirty minutes.
A good record for him.
The training pays off.
Well, he knows why Gwendal and Gunter approved of the daily training. Because Geika told them it is about time he depended more on his sword rather than his Maryoku.
The more he hardness his physical ability, the more his level will go up.
He grimaced, he doesn't understand that level thing up – and when Geika told them its like a RPG game, they all were more bothered. But then he explains it more thoroughly, that in order for his Maryoku to gain more Majutsu he needs to give his physical abilities more experiences.
He agrees with the Geika, after all he really wanted to best Conrart and Gunter in sword fighting though he knows in his mind and heart that it would take hundred of years before that happens.
After the sword training, he will take his men out the skirts of Shin Makoku to a wide grass fields to train their Maryoku.
Out there, he wouldn't worry about endangering any civilian, and for more precaution Gwendal let his Second-In-Command, Samuel Cherepanov train with them – or more likely look out for them. Samuel or Sam to others is a very powerful Earth Wielder. He can create a wide barrier and can control his Maryoku with calm and strict precision.
And Gwendal and the Geika, even Yozak laughs that Samuel is fit for the job. All Earth Wielders have patience beyond imaginable and what more to a Fire Wielder who temper strikes off the moment you earn their wrath.
He can now utilize a variety of summons on his Maryoku and so are the others, if before they can only throw fireball and fire arrows, each of them are able to create more Fire Beast.
His subordinates are excited when they have formed a pact with Fire Beast, though they are more proud and excited that he had created two more.
Though his favorite is the Beast Lion Flame Lexus, he had gone and created two more Beast Flames. A Burning Vermillion Bird he fondly names Setsu and a Raging Bloody Dragon he names Draco.
It was fun creating his Flame Beast and though it took much of his strength, he welcomes it. It drives some lingering memories out of his system. He enjoys the training more and more and has formed a camaraderie towards the two Armies as well.
He stretched once more and giggles like a child when he felt a fallen leaf fall to his nose.
This is one of their weeks off.
Gwendal almost drags him out of the training field when he and his men insisted that they want to train more and doesn't want to apply for a week vacation or a leave for them to rest.
Dean and Sam submitted a report that 'the selfish hot tempered and stubborn fire wielders all need to get some rest!' and those two douches even added:'For the sake of the Kingdom give them a bloody week off!'
The Geika told him that one of the characteristics of a Flame Wielder is not just being stubborn, and pig headed but also 'a pain in the ass.'
'Hump!' he let it out.
He wants to fry Murata Ken one of these days.
Because more and more, Gwendal and Gunter follows Murata Ken's decision and advices.
Must be because the Royal Household are awed when he told them that he doesn't need to study like Yuuri. When they were in high school, he places 2nd in the Entrance Exam to a prestigious School, Tokyo University in Japan, and even though he's in high school he's developing software and trading stocks. So when he did pass the College Exam, he has more time in his hands.
More like all the time in the world.
And when Yuuri announces that he would be attending University and adding more years to his college, Murata told them that he quits college. After all, he can always go back and still place a high score. He told them he would like to stay in Shin Makoku instead.
They – Gwendal, Gunter, Anissina and Lady Cheri was delighted about it. Even though the Maou is not here, having the Soukoku no Daikenja is a blessing for them.
Well for him it wasn't a blessing!
That Perverted Sage has more time in the world to pester him.
There would be a lot of awful times when the Sage will just come out of nowhere and pinch his nose much to his astonishment and when he gain his wits – he will see a running Sage laughing.
Well he would retaliate and run after the Jerk Sage and it infuriates him that the Sage would slid inside Gwendal's office! But of course he cant do anything about it!
Gwendal is still Gwendal.
And there were times when just out of nowhere while they are having either a breakfast or lunch that the Sage will pat his head when he was being stubborn about something.
Or that awful time when he was eyeing Greta's cookies and chocolate chips, the Sage just shove a chocolate on his mouth and that perverted man has the audacity to even say: 'Those are imported kisses! You cant eat Greta's – you might as well eat those.'
He grits his teeth!
The Sage is treating him like a kid and harassing him!
If Yuuri treats him like a dejected scorn jealous wife, Murata Ken treats him like a child.
Its been going on and on and he gets used to it. Maybe because he was never treated like that – that he sometimes anticipate what the Sage would do.
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Tears hide in my heart
Memories are getting erased
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Our unfinished fate
Is stopped here
Even if we live in longing tears
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It's like the scattering wind
So I try to find it
But it's like an undiscoverable path
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The music stops his thoughts…
It was one of his favorite and not so favorite song… he doesn't know it, but the lyrics cuts something deep in his heart.
Something akin to bitter sweet pain… of that time long ago…
Of rejection…
Of loneliness…
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I can't hold on
To the distancing fate
So my heart is letting you go
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When the sun sets
You will disappear
So I'm going to place you in my eyes
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When darkness comes
I have to forget you
I need you let you go like this
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He smiles bitterly… touches his heart.
Closes his eyes…
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It's like the scattering wind
So I try to find it
But it's like an undiscoverable path
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I can't hold on
To the distancing fate
So my heart is letting you go
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With your footsteps that leave me
The tears that I held in, spill out
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'The tears of yesterday are slowly fading away Yuuri… as long as you are happy. I have given you my heart, you rejected it. I wont cling to you anymore. Your memory and everything about you… Just like a passing of the season…'
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It's like the falling flower petals
I mourn for you
Because we need to end it like this
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When we meet again some day
Let's never say goodbye
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My love.
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'We need to end it. I need to end it.'
Yes it is bittersweet and lonely…
But he would get by.
He is strong.
He is a Bielefeld.
A soldier…
The 3rd son…
He was born to endure pain ~ both physically and emotionally.
And he wishes nothing but the best for Yuuri…
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Yes… he can fully say now that the song was made for him.
It's as if the lyricist knows him and in their own little way is bearing his soul…
He smiles deeply at the water.
I cry… but you do not cry.
I hurt… but you do not.
I think of you… but you never think of me.
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Those are one of the wake-up call that gave him more strength. Maybe all the Keeper of the Keys of the Boxes truly are meant to be alone. They were destined to be alone and endure everything in this life. They were after all a well battle plan of Shinou Heika.
His Aniue, Gwendal von Voltaire, the Heir of the Voltaire Royal Household. A full-blooded Mazoku, the Eye that keeps the kingdom together.
Conrart Weller, his koonichan. The Lion of Lütenberg, a Weller through and through. The best swordsman in the whole Shin Makoku kingdom, the Arms that protects them.
Wolfram von Bielefeld. The Wagamama Puu. The 3rd son. A Lion Heart, so they say. The heart connects the pieces.
And then there was Susannah Julia von Wincott. The Maou. Her soul was chosen as the next Maou – but the war made it impossible for her to gain the title… her soul then was transferred to a Half Mazoku and Half Human. A Japanese boy named Shibuya Yuuri – whose obsession to Baseball can be annoying. And within that soul – the Blood of the Last Box, The Mirror at the Bottom of the Sea. And thus Yuuri inherits that blood through the soul.
For them, even for the people of Shin Makoku, the Maou is indispensable. The three of them – especially him can always be replaced. It is not their soul to be reincarnated but the uses of their body parts as the Key.
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Well, now that everything was settled, he is no longer a Key and is no longer needed.
He sometimes wonders why Shinou did it… but he got some answers in his own way of thinking. He was chosen as the fiancé – because it was not fate or anything. It was pre-destined that he needs to be near Yuuri at all times. In order to secure the 'Plan' of Shinou and the Daikenja.
If – he can so much surmise – he would have nothing to do with the Maou if he weren't the fiancé.
He would have been away or in scouting or much out of the Maou's way. After all, he doesn't like Halflings and the Maou was one… if he weren't there. It would be so impossible for anyone even Shinou to control him. After all, he wouldn't be involved and his sudden presence would alert Gwendal and Conrart. So he knows that he was necessary before to be beside Yuuri.
But now that everything is in working order… he is no longer needed.
The tie that binds them is no longer intact.
He looks up and laugh – he just remembered.
He was a free man now!
A little more of six months and it will be the five years total here in Shin Makoku. And it would mean the renouncement of their farce of an engagement.
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The Perpetual Moon
"You are mine from the beginning of time. Your thread has always been with mine."
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And not faraway from the Demon Prince is a man smiling at what he is seeing.
More like enjoying the laughter, the hundred faces the Demon Prince is making.
One moment full of mirth, the next a confuse face, a smile… a laughter… and something that fierce his heart… a sadness on the beautiful face of Wolfram von Bielefeld.
'Wolfram…'
He doesn't yet want his presence known, its one of the perks being a Daikenja – being able to shadow his presence. It gave him more time to assess people and the surroundings. It was always taken for granted that he was powerful in his own way. It was always the Maou that held that splendor and that glory.
Well, he is fine with that.
He doesn't like to be on the centre of attention.
He likes to see everything from the shadows.
Must be because in his own original past life as the Daikenja – he likes little things. He never likes to be the centre of attention – now that was Shinou. He likes to be seen, heard, to be known to all – a true leader – a King onto himself and to his people.
A meddler if he might add.
He smiles ironically.
In the past, he had loved once.
And only once.
His love for her was eternal.
He had kept that love away for the sake of a Kingdom and a friend that he treats like a brother. A best friend who trusted him with his life and his own Kingdom.
He had lived for all those lifetimes to watch over 'him'
The Original King.
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Perpetual time and pitiful dreams
are held within me…
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He was the Sage. The Great Wise Man of Double Black…
Inside of him, the promise to watch over him for all time…
To hold the plan.
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Snuggled next to the sun,
my shape was transformed
and turned into the moon..
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And in the process, sacrificing his true love.
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It was erased,
but I didn't seem to forget,
as he said a prayer.
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Under this moon partly covered by clouds, the wind is too strong for the flowers.
Eternally forced to repeat themselves, the calm and the catastrophes.
This sealed life too, is revived again.
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You, the chosen one with wisdom in your beautiful heart,
wake up my sense of self.
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To give the 'rightful heir' the chance to change history… to give a vessel to the darkness…
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Fight your destiny, control it,
learn how to survive ordeals.
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My soul is prone to sinking,
into this frozen Sea of Tranquility.
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This he had done… opposing everything, changing everything… giving his everything… to ever change the course of history.
To give life to the plan of his King.
He had erased every desire, every passion.
For the sake of the Kingdom.
For the sake of the world.
He sealed his own soul.
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To the frozen quiet ocean,
Sinking the hidden soul
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And there in that quiet lonely ocean, his love forever suffers…
He had hidden not just his soul but his heart to the one person destined to it.
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The ephemeral dream that shatters when over, the setback
That denotes the dimensional vessel, the infinite the limited
Drawing the spiral the strength starts to build stronger~
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Not even aware of the fear of burning out
I shall believe in you, who passionately lives on
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If I could change the future with these sleeping fangs.
In the mornings, the dew may be ephemeral and the lunar eclipse may disappear
but I will make sure that you're always there.
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Aahhh yes, the Perpetual Moon.
Never changing.
Never ending.
And in the process abandoning his chance of happiness.
He had hurt the one he had loved for as long as he can remember.
Rufus Bielefeld.
He had loved the spirited creature. Full of life, full of mischief.
But he had to turn down the creature for the sake of the Kingdom.
He had to hurt the Emerald Green Blonde Demon to fulfill the never-ending cycle of reincarnation… and to not let his fate be tied by anyone.
He had let Shinou cut the bonds he had with Rufus, he, the Daikenja had severely cut it… and by doing so, he had cut all future life he had to have a chance.
That is why in his never ending life cycle he was never fated to be with the one he love… the heart of a Bielefeld.
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Thousand years pass.
Shin Makoku and on Earth…
A rare chance came.
A rare chance… one in a four thousand years… a Bielefeld with the same spirit, same eyes, same hair… but not the same love for him.
Wolfram von Bielefeld hadn't even given him any time of the day.
His eyes were forever following Shibuya that it cuts deep in his heart.
But because he likes Shibuya, he respected the Maou and just like Shinou he had found a pure heart, gentle and kind… he had given up once more his chance of ever having that heart…
He watched in the shadows how Shibuya had rejected, hurt, and ignored his Demon Prince.
He had promised he wont meddle. That he wont add to the Demon Prince's heartache, but Shibuya had let him go.
He had let go of the beautiful spirit.
He had severe their ties…
And it is this one time…
This is what he had prayed for.
Oh, he doesn't believe in any God. He believes in himself, but the heart of a man is desperate and would pray to all the Gods just for that one love… and he had prayed and prayed and now… a little bit… he is closer.
Closer to that ever-eluding star.
His Demon Prince.
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If Shibuya wouldn't hold the hand, then he is here… to hold and embrace the Demon Prince… it is after all 'his' from four thousand and years ago.
He had hurt it once…
Past is past.
He knows that.
But his heart right now that loves the Demon Prince is very much in love… not with the past.
But with this Wolfram.
He had longed for those eyes to stare at him.
He always has been watching those emerald eyes looking at Shibuya and he hungered for that. He craves for those eyes… wishing and wishing that they looked at him.
He had wished for that kind of devotion to be center to him…
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And now… he had those prayers answered.
As he watched constantly in the shadows, those loneliness and pain are little by little changing to healing…
'Shinou. I will take back what I lost.'
'Rufus or Wolfram?'
'Wolfram.'
'Rufus is Rufus. Her beautiful heart I will remember. But the love I feel for Wolfram isn't like the past. It is more intense and passionate. He shows so much spirit and heart.'
'Do you wish for that love?'
He smiles, eyes in the shadows as always, 'It was mine four thousand years ago.'
'But you haven't tied it. You broke it. You cut it severely that the chance of reincarnation of future life together cannot be done.'
'I regret nothing in the past. It saves a whole world. But I am the Great Sage aren't I?'
'Yes you are. What will you do?'
'I will defy fate once more.'
Shinou looks at him with pride, admiration and respect.
'Then you have my blessing. Go and never let go of the other half of your soul. For with him you are whole.'
'Thank you Shinou. I will not be reincarnated anymore. If and if Wolfram will accept me – this will be my last and long life. Together with him. I will ask for no more.'
'You are welcome my Sage, for always you are a brother, a best friend and a guide. You are the moon that guides us in the darkness of the night. And Daikenja… you truly are my brother. I'm sorry for not telling you the whole truth.'
'I know of it. Thousand years ago. When I died, the memories from my previous life resurface.'
'You hit your head.'
'A simpleton me. I got an amnesia.'
'I took advantage of it.'
'No. It is perfect. My plan was to kill you – to destroy you as our Father's wish. But when I hit my head, you were become my light. Your words rang truth in saving the world.'
'Daikenja… There's another thing. I should have told you this long time ago…'
'Hmmm… another revelation? Why Shinou. Are you washing your hands clean?'
'No and yes. I believe you deserve the last will of Rufus.'
'What is it?'
'Rufus knew that you will reject her. And Rufus also knew – that she was not your fated one. That you are bound on an endless time but she also knew – that you belong to a Bielefeld. But not on that time.'
'I almost forgot how strong her power was.'
'Her will: "Don't cut the red string of fate. Do not let go of the hand. Do not turn your back. Do not defy the heart. Let the last lifetime – be the most cherished and everlasting." '
'Ahhh~ I am a foolish Moon who is now craving for my fallen star.'
'Then go and conquer it. Slowly and like the fallen star, endure any hardship. You will be then granted by the shiniest and brilliant of all beings.'
Murata can only smile at that.
Now here he is. Standing and watching his fallen star.
Watching and carefully in his own special way, holding it and catching it.
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I will become the night
And wrap around you
Just for today
Stay by my side
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I will be the moonlight
And shine brightly on you
Wherever you go, wherever you are
I'll go
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I love you
I just want you
I'm looking from far away
Although I've turned away
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I'm confessing to you
With all my strength
My love…
Can you hear my heart?
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'Hello Von Bielefeld-Kyo… hmmm nice view if I might add,' Murata Ken said while watching that sexy long – slender and bare legs and that sexy bottom.
Wolfram was looking at the water and giving the Greta Sage a perfect view of his behind and long legs.
'Geh! Geika!' Wolfram scrambled out of his daydream and stands before the perverted Sage. 'The hell are you doing here?'
'Enjoying the view.'
'Hump! What? Did your Harem made you to do labor again and you are playing hooky?' Wolfram smirks. He knows that whenever Murata Ken a.k.a Pervert Sage is on the Castle or just plain outside Shinou Temple, he is running away from so many 'labors' of the Female population on the Shinou Temple.
'Nay nay. The Harem today is on their spiritual pursuit of happiness,' Murata grins but truth be told, he narrowly miss a priestess who has a working tool kit on her hands. He just knew that they were looking for him for another 'manly labors'
'So, what are you doing here? Pestering me again? Hump! Just to let you know Geika, I have perfected my Maryoku and even you run or fly as fast as a kohi – I can still fry you!'
Murata chuckles while hiding his eyes, eyes full of joy, 'Naa. I heard from Von Voltaire-Kyo and Von Christ-Kyo your amazing progress and I do not want to be the guinea pig in that particular area of your training.'
'Hmmm so what are you doing here?' Wolfram asked and he crosses his arms to his chest. He doesn't want to show it, but he like talking to Murata Ken – the Ero-Geika. Must be because this man was like him. Oh not in the same way as the mysterious part. But he felt that the Geika hides more of his feelings that he ever let show.
Shrouded in mystery.
An enigma of a man.
Just like the Mystique Moon, Murata Ken never reveals himself to anyone.
'Hmmm… I was wondering if you would like to go with me?'
'Eh? Where? I mean, I can protect you or sort. We can even ask Yozak to accompany us.'
'No. I mean, this is… well… hmmm how do I say this. Can we play hooky?'
'Ehhh?'
'Please Von Bielefeld-Kyo. I know this may sound strange but this is the last week it will be shown and I have waited my whole life to watch it.'
'Huh? I don't get you.'
'You will if you will come with me.'
'Where?'
'New York.'
'New York? New York… there's no New York in ShinMa… Wait, that's Earth's place!'
'Yes. That's why I need your help. As I said before I can give power boost to any strong Maryoku users and you have been a strong Mazoku. I don't want to ask anyone at the Castle because they will question me.'
'What makes you think I wont?' Wolfram raises his perfect eyebrow and smirks. The pleading Sage is cute! He smirks with glee.
'Hmmm, because you will like where I am going.'
'What are the reasons for that assumptions?'
'I can give you three… Lindt & Spugli. Ghirardelli and Ferrero Rocher,' Murata smirks and hides the delight on those beautiful emerald green eyes.
Hook. Line. And Sinker.
'Y-you are kidding me.'
'When I want something Von Bielefeld-Kyo, I go to drastic measures.'
'But-but those are expensive!'
'I do have a lot of money.'
Murata Ken doesn't have to say anymore. He can see Wolfram struggling and he was so damn cute!
Wolfram was biting his inner lips, like a sweet child offered a chocolate. Well, he did offer chocolate. He knows that it is only a matter of time before Wolfram gave that famous 'Hump!' and turn his chin in that arrogant aristocratic way and say yes.
After all he just offered the sweet-tooth Wolfram three of the best and most famous chocolates in the world.
Lindt & Spugli Chocolates rank among the most popular chocolate brands of the world. It is a Swiss chocolate brand and is known for its rich taste. Ghirardelli Chocolates is very much famous for its production. Ghirardelli is one of the few chocolate companies in the United States to control every aspect of its chocolate manufacturing process, rejecting up to 40% of the cocoa seeds shipped in order to select what the company calls the 'highest quality' seeds. Making it the second most famous chocolate in the world. And lastly, the thing that blow everything up. Ferrero Rocher. Name a single chocolate lover who has not heard of Ferrero Rocher? None! Because it is made of roasted hazelnuts, walnuts and hazelnut cream milk chocolate, Ferrero Rocher are one of its kind. He had introduced the chocolates to Wolfram months ago and he knows that the Demon Prince keep them well and told the maids that no one can ever touched them expect for him and Greta.
And he had in one or hmmm… if he is not mistaken five occasions all but shove single chocolates on the Demon Prince's delicious mouth and he had not receive any fireball in the process but a blush and a glare.
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'Okay! Damn! But don't dare tell Aniue!'
Murata Ken gave one of his rare smiles. Wolfram's face redden.
When Murata Ken smiles – not the teasing, devious, tactician smile – but a normal smile – he can be… well… pretty handsome.
'Don't worry Von Bielefeld-Kyo. I wont tell your Onii-sama about it. I really just want us to make it in time.'
'Why New York?'
'You will see. When we get there.' Murata was glad that Wolfram didn't mention Japan or the name Yuuri.
'How can we travel?'
'Oh, Bob is expecting us on his office. So the two of you will be able to connect. You just need to stand there and hmmm,' Murata looks at his watch. 'Okay in about three minutes the lake will light up, raise your hand and I will do the rest.'
'Geika?'
'Yes?'
'You're dead if you ever drop atop of me again.'
Murata hide his smile and nods towards the lake. He knows what the Demon Prince is saying.
In more than many occasion that he and Wolfram and Yuuri travels by water – he cant help but position himself towards Wolfram and he did end up on more than one occasion atop the Demon Prince.
'Then I will die in heavens arms.'
'What did you say?' Wolfram snaps his head.
'Naa. There, its glowing.'
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'How was it?' Murata asked Wolfram as they exited the building.
Wolfram shrugs his shoulders when they went outside the Paramount Theatre, he look once again at his map, reading the English form of writing system: 43rd Street and Broadway in the Times Square district of New York City.
So they truly went to New York to watch this, Wolfram reads the hand out brochure: THE AVENGERS.
They had just finished watching The Avengers and he all but rolled his eyes. So that is what a movie theatre looks like and what a movie is.
He always wonders when the Geika and Yuuri were talking about the latest movies in Japan. It was amazing in its own right but he all but raised his eyebrows at the movie.
'Oh c'mon. I know you like it.'
He shrugs once again.
It was… good.
Actually, he doesn't want to say it – but hmmm if he would be imitating Yuuri then he would say: 'Cool!'
'Nee Von Bielefeld-Kyo?' Murata nudge his shoulders and he taps Wolfram's cheek much to the annoyance of the Demon Prince.
'Hump! It was good in its own way,' he would die before telling the Ero-Geika that he enjoys the movie.
'It was cool isn't?! Gods! I was waiting for that movie the entire time. It was my favorite you know, as a child, I was fond of Marvel Superheroes. I have a collection of it you know, aside from my Gundam Collection.'
'You have a collection of those heroes?' Wolfram's eyes went like saucers and bright.
Murata hides his smile but he can all feel the wild thump of his heart, 'Yup. All of them. I even have a DC Collection but I limit it to a rare favorites only. I am not that fond of the DC characters.'
'I don't get it but if you have those as a toys then that would be awesome. Is it expensive?'
'Hmmm, for collector items, yes it is. I did have to wait years before getting some vintage and now metallic style collectors items.'
'Oh, just like the thing at the entrance of the Theatre.'
Murata nods.
'I can show them to you next time.'
'Really?'
'Yes. And then I can show you some of my Gundam and Evangelion collections too. You would love those Von Bielefeld-Kyo.'
Wolfram smiles brightly not being aware that many onlookers have been looking at him since he steps out of the Theatre.
Murata smirks, even though here in New York – Blonde and Green Eyes are abundant – there can only be one Bielefeld that will make them rendered speechless.
A Bielefeld smile will melt you.
A pure beautiful smile of an angel.
Wolfram is beautiful not because of his features but because of his aura.
The way he carries himself.
The way he is proud and that gorgeous tilt of that chin.
And the way those lips smirks, pouts, sulks and he had been closing his eyes when Wolfram keeps on unconsciously stick his tongue and wetting his lips.
He sees people turning around, making double take, stopping on their tracks just to look at Wolfram.
'By the way Geika, why did you want me to come? I mean, you can go by yourself or ask others to accompany you.'
'Hmm, well… this is like a present to myself.'
'Huh? Present?'
'Hehe. My birthday just passed so this is like a belated gift to me. And I don't like someone knowing it,' he smiles. No one asks about it though. He did celebrate his birthday silently sweeping clean the Shinou Temple.
'What?! You just mention it now!'
'Don't worry Von Bielefeld-Kyo. I am already old and I like celebrating it quietly.'
'But you have given me a present! And I wasn't aware…'
Murata knows that Wolfram was struggling in saying 'I'm sorry' but he doesn't want the Demon Prince to feel obligated.
'Ehhhh!' Wolfram was surprised when suddenly the Great Sage holds his hand, they've stopped at the busy street of New York.
Many are looking at them.
A beautiful Blond in knee-length boots and tartan print shorts, white polo sleeves and a tall handsome man black all over.
Holding hands.
'Then is it okay if I ask as a gift… to call you Wolfram?'
Murata squeezes the Demon Prince's hand.
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'Yuu-chan, how have you been?'
Yuuri raises his eyes and smiles at his Mother – Miko 'Jennifer' Shibuya. She looks so beautiful for a woman on her late forties. The third Honeymoon of his parents did them good.
Miko is blushing like a newlywed bride and his dad carries that goofy 'jackpot' grins on his face. He rolled his eyes – if he didn't know any better – he might have a younger sister or brother – but he knows that his mother cant anymore give birth.
He shook his head, its nice to have a younger sibling – so that Shori's brother complex might be transfer to them.
'Okaeri Kaa-san,' Yuuri said and hugs his mother and nods at his father.
Yuuri is not the touchy clingy type but Miko would kill him for sure if he doesn't greet her with a hug or a kiss. Must be because Miko was raised in Boston USA and is used at the American way of greeting, which was kiss and hug.
'Welcome home Miko-san, Shouma-san,' Conrart Weller smiles at the couples who newly arrived from their Honeymoon trip at New York.
'Ah! Tadaima Knight-kun!' Yuuri, Shouma and Shori grins awkwardly at the nickname Miko adapted for Conrart.
'Welcome home Shori-san,' Conrart greeted the eldest son.
'Thanks and tadaima. Please help me with the baggage. I think Kaa-san bought the whole store in New York,' Shori grimaced and handed Conrart so many baggage with imported labels.
Yuuri grimaced when he saw the labels: D&G, Marks & Spencer, Debenhams, Louis Vuitton, Emporio Armani, Hugo Boss, Calvin Klein, Yves Saint Laurent, Christian Dior, Coco Chanel, Salvatore Ferragamo, Miuccia Prada, Donna Karan and so many more designers labels that he sure knows would make his father double look at his bank account.
It looks like Shori was saying the truth. Miko did buy half the store in New York. He looks at his dad who only smiles at him and shrugs his shoulder.
Oh well, his dad loves his mom so he will indulge her with everything. Money is just money.
'Good thing I've prepared dinner. You must be all exhausted. Please sit down while I prepare the plates and the meal,' Conrart said and went to the kitchen.
'I'll help,' Shori said and went with Conrart.
Miko smiles and unpacks most of the baggage, 'I have something for you Yuu-chan, I think when you get back to ShinMa its better for you to wear these instead of the usual Gakuran uniform. You cant be Kingly if you forever wear a Gakuran,' Miko handed him Armani and D&G clothes from which the looks of it are expensive. All are black and if he is not mistaken all are the latest fashion trends in New York.
'Thanks Kaa-san,' he had to admit Miko has style and fashion sense. He needs to introduce his mother to Gunter for the changes of his uniform – and Gunter can never say no to the mother of the Maou.
'Dame! Dame! Told you to call me Mama!'
'Right Mama!'
'Oh! I have something for you to Knight-kun! You would love the clothes. When I first saw them I picture you wearing them!'
'Why thank you Miko-san. You didn't have to trouble yourself,' Conrart said with that brilliant smile of his that melts half the population of women in the neighborhood – the other half are smitten to Yuuri.
'No trouble Knight-kun.'
'Oi, get in here. The table is prepared and it looks like Conrart prepare the men's favorite,' Shori said and drools at the food at the table.
All are drooling when Conrart serves them the dish.
Chicken curry soaked in thick spicy sauce.
'Wow! This looks good Knight-kun, what did you use for the curry flavor?' Miko beams when she smells the flavor.
Conrart gave his usual knightly smile, 'Curry sauce five different flavor packets, an eggplant, and some yogurt and peppers.'
'Wow! This is good Conrad. The meat is soft,' Shouma said while eating the meat.
'Please help yourself more with the pickled vegetables. I add radish, basil, eggplant, sword bean, lotus root, melon and turnips and for our dessert: Lassi ~ a punjabi yogurt-based drink,' Conrart said while passing a bowl to Yuuri.
'Wow! You've not just a swordsman but also a cook! That's awesome,' Shori said while eating his second serving.
Conrart nods, 'Well, I was the baby sitter of Wolfram and my baby brother likes particular food. He wouldn't eat if he doesn't like the flavor, he can be very stubborn about it. So in order for him to eat properly I ask our household maids to cook flavors Wolfram loves. I study a little bit of cooking.'
'Oh! Speaking of Wolf-chan! We saw him!'
Yuuri almost spewed the food from his mouth.
Conrart was surprised as well but happy, 'Really, where? I mean, we have no idea he will be visiting us.'
'Oh, no. He isn't here at Japan, last week were all in New York right? I saw him with Ken-chan.'
'EHHH!'
All eyes turns to Yuuri.
'Well, yes. We bump into them at the Gordon Ramsay's restaurant at Manhattan,' Shori said and quietly observe his brother.
'And I gave them our gifts for Gwen-chan and Wolf-chan was so cute on the clothes I bought him! He was so embarrassed when I bought him clothes. You should have seen him Yuu-chan!'
'Oh, is Gwendal with them or Gunter?' Yuuri asked.
Why were they in New York? Did Bob needed help?
'Oh just the two of them. And they look so sweet! They are a perfect couple! Yuu-chan you should have seen Wolf-chan! He looks so beautiful! He is sporting his hair a little bit longer now and then Ken-chan change so much! I wasn't able to recognize him instantly,' Miko said with stars on her eyes remembering the beautiful Wolfram and the mysterious handsome Murata Ken.
'Eh? What do you mean he changed?'
'Mama means that the brat is no longer a brat. Murata is like you now Yuu-chan, maybe he was being train too by Gunter and the rest there. And besides the time difference is big here on Earth and Shin Makoku remember. Otouto no tomodachi ages wonderfully there.'
'Oh. I see… but what are the doing in New York?'
Miko-san smiles and claps her hand together and has that dreamy look on her face, 'DATE-O!'
'Eh!'
Conrart and Yuuri almost choked on their food.
Shori and Shouma can only shook their heads.
'D-Date?! Murata and Wolf? Impossible!'
Shori raises his eyebrow and nudge his eyeglasses, 'Why impossible?'
'Because Murata likes girls! He may be a straight A student but he had plenty of girlfriends before,' he knew, because he envies Murata who has on and off girlfriends. He wasn't able to do that because he felt guilty and he doesn't want to justify Wolfram's word: Cheater.
So he didn't get himself girlfriends… but he did have some flings. No string attached, just good ol' sex. That's all. So he wasn't cheating or anything.
'Hmmm… I don't think so Yuu-chan. Ken-chan looks a man in love if you ask me. The way he looks at Wolf-chan! Kyaaa! If you have seen Wolf-chan you will fall in love! He looks so beautiful!'
Yuuri rolled his eyes.
'Ahh! Don't roll your eyes! Its because your stubborn attitude Yuu-chan! You cant admit that Wolf-chan is pretty and you have a crush on him! And you do get wet dreams thinking about him you know!
This time the men all choke and spills their food!
'W-What?! Kaa-san! How can you say that?! Of course I don't get any wet dreams about Wolfram!'
How can his mother say those! Conrart is here! The second elder brother with a subtle brother complex!
'Hmp! You're stubborn! I clean your underwear and it was always clean first by you, so I was surprised, you never clean first Yuu-chan! So I investigate, sneak of your room and found you murmuring 'Wolf' on your bed! Hmp!'
Yuuri banged his head on the table.
Is this even legal?
Them talking about his 'wet dreams' while eating dinner?!
'Yuu-chan! You are so stubborn and you even broke your engagement!'
Yuuri sharply raises his head, 'I broke what?!'
'Your engagement Yuu-chan, I heard from Wolf-chan that both of you are no longer engage.'
'Eh? EHHHH?! What? How? Conrad?' Yuuri look questioningly at Conrart.
Conrart in return gave him a sad understanding smile, 'You forfeit the engagement Heika. When you decided to come here and spend five years that is equivalent to ten years in Shin Makoku. You didn't mention anything regarding the engagement when you made your plans and Wolfram didn't even say anything, so we all assume you have talked about it with him.'
'Wait, forfeit? Meaning…'
'You are no longer engaged to him Yuu-chan,' Shori said. Though it delights him that Yuuri is no longer engage to the brat – a side of him felt pity and sad. He knows for the longest time how Wolfram looks at Yuuri and how devoted the Demon Prince was to his younger brother.
And how many times the Demon Prince saved his brother.
And he felt a little bit off seeing Wolfram and Murata.
He get a feeling that Murata has some plan – though he doesn't know if it's a devious or a personal – but seeing them together and not his younger brother gave him a bad feeling.
For him it leaves a bad taste on his mouth.
He doesn't like seeing the brat and the kid.
Because both gives a certain aura.
Like a couple fated to be together. Even though they are just walking side by side, not holding hands, both have that chemistry that one cannot say 'nothing there' but there is definitely 'something there'.
He was the first to see the two dining at one of the most expensive and high class fine dining restaurant at New York, he was surprised that Bob didn't mention Murata and Wolfram being together. Bob lent his Maryoku in order for the two to travel.
Both are eating as if the two are the only people in the world, but he can see all the people on that area are busy looking at both of them. They were even American Soldiers – he thinks from the Navy Seal who are specially dining that night.
Even them who are 100% man – men amongst men – they cant help but look lovestruck at Wolfram's visage.
When Wolfram smiles or chuckles at whatever Murata was saying, the people would gawk, admired or just plain stare at the Demon Prince.
But what most attracts the people around them is that defiant and aristocratic aura of Wolfram. And that mysterious aura of the Double Black Murata.
They are like a Yin and Yang.
An angelic face with Sun Kissed hair and Emerald Green Eyes and a mysterious Black Hair Black Eyed handsome man.
Murata Ken was a surprise to him. The last time he saw the kid was when Yuuri decided to stay here on Japan to study. The kid gained more height and towers over Wolfram – Yuuri and him have the same height nowadays. And he did gained more muscle. He was not the lanky kid anymore.
What adds more to Murata Ken's appeal was his mysterious aura and personality and that reading glasses of his – you wouldn't just know what the kid was thinking.
He looks at his younger brother who stops talking and keeps on eating. It must be a shock to him to know that he and Wolfram are no longer engage.
Even he was shocked when Wolfram told them about it.
'You see, we were insisting that they visit Japan. But Wolf-chan said that they have no business in Japan, Ken-chan said that his parents are in Hong Kong for a business trip and that they don't want to drop by without any invitation… That's why I asked Wolf-chan why?! I mean, as your fiancé he wouldn't need any invitation and then he told us that you are no longer engage. That's why he said he is nothing more than a soldier of Shin Makoku and under your rule. Ahhh! I cant believe that I lost a beautiful son-in-law! I always wanted Wolf-chan to be your bride Yuu-chan!' Miko said and with a vengeance stabs the meat and she without any glamour chomps it inside her mouth.
Shouma can only shook his head. He knew how much Miko wanted Wolfram to be their son-in-law, but this is Yuuri's choice, his life. If he wanted someone to love and settle to someone else, female or male it is his decision. He is the Maou after all and after his graduation he would settle in Shin Makoku to rule the Kingdom.
'How is Wolfram Miko-san? I wish he did visit so I can at least see him,' Conrart said when the atmosphere grows cold. He looks at his godson whose head is down and continued to eat silently.
'Oh! We have taken a picture! Wait wait! I'll get my digi-cam – oh wait! I save it on my iPad,' Miko stood up and went to her bag.
'Here!'
Miko-san was proud showing their pictures.
Yuuri glance up and his heart was struck with lighting.
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Sun Kissed Golden Hair…
Emerald Verdure Eyes…
Arrogant chin, perfect eyebrows… Sakura petal lips…
Wolfram is indeed more beautiful than before…
Conrart smiles warmly seeing the face of his baby brother.
'Here, this is where we take a photo at the Gordon Ramsay! Even the famous chef Gordon Ramsay was captured by Wolf-chan's beauty. He served the food at our table personally and asked for Wolf-chan's opinion on the food. At first they all thought Wolfram was a Prince or from a Royalty in either United Kingdom or Europe. Well he is indeed Royalty and a Prince but of Shin Makoku,' Miko giggles remembering the awe expression of the people when the famous chef personally serve the food on their table. The handsome US Army soldiers were not looking at some pretty girls or even at Paris Hilton who were dining that time – but at Wolfram who has the most intriguing personality.
The way Wolfram didn't glance or spare a glance at them, the way Wolfram wasn't impressed.
She heard the murmurs on some of the patrons:
'Just who is he?'
'A Prince?'
'A Royalty?'
'An Earl? From where? England? Europe? Scotland?'
'Is he from Luxembourg? They have many handsome men there.'
'So beautiful yet so manly.'
Conrart raises his eyebrow, the name of the chef was familiar. As he stays here in Japan when Yuuri was at home and doing his homework at his room, he would sometimes watch reality shows and his personal favorite was the TV Series Hell's Kitchen. There he learns to cook with style and tactics.
'What did my baby brother said?'
With that question, the table erupted in laughter.
Yuuri and Conrart looks questioningly at the others.
'Well, I can say that Wolfram rendered the chef speechless. If I may quote and unquote that Demon brat, 'Hmmm. Its passable for a human. But nothing beats my little big brother's cooking, you would pale in comparison. If he weren't a swordsman he would be the greatest chef in the world, though he would be still the lousiest in telling jokes.' And thus the table erupted in laughter and Chef Ramsay would want to meet you Conrad. He was curious at Wolfram's phrase regarding your style,' Shori smirks.
And once again the table erupted in laughter.
'Here's more of their pictures Knight-kun,' Miko handed her iPad to Conrart.
Conrart with gentle fingers scroll the pictures.
Miko, Shori and Shouma all smiles when the all smiling Knight gave a warm and sweet smile – a real smile if they might add.
Conrart beams when he saw his baby brother who he thinks have gained a little height and a little muscle. He was surprised to see a little tan on Wolfram's face.
And what gave his heart warmth and peace is the gentle glow on his baby brother's face.
He believes he needed to thank some Great Sage for the smile on Wolfram's face.
'Don't worry Weller-Kyo. I would take care of him. I wasn't able to do it in the past. But I will today and for the many years that would come.'
He smiles remembering the parting words of the Daikenja to him when he didn't saw his baby brother sending them off on Earth.
He was not a swordsman with keen eyesight to not to see the body gesture of the Daikenja towards his baby brother. He doesn't know why – for as long as he can remember – why Wolfram would always be pissed whenever the Daikenja greets him.
He can always see Wolfram pissed, giving his most nasty glare, his hump!, his arrogant face whenever the Daikneja was in the vicitnity. All of them give respect to the Daikenja, but Wolfram doesn't give a damn about him – as if he looks at Murata with anger. And what puzzles him before was – the Daikenja was so tolerant to Wolfram's attitude. There were teasing tone whenever he greets his baby brother.
He would sometimes see – or feel that the Daikenja was staring at his baby brother when all of them are busy or that the Geika knows they weren't observing him.
He was a soldier. A survivor and he knew – even when his eyes are closed when someone is watching someone or something.
And he had seen that look at the Daikenja's eyes… one of those rare moments that the Daikenja didn't hide his eyes on those deceiving glasses.
'Oh.'
Yuuri glances towards Conrart, the later then show Yuuri the iPad.
Yuuri shrugs his shoulder and continued eating – not minding the crazy pounding in his chest…
The twinge of anger in them…
The pain…
A sharp fierce pain…
'Oh! That image was sweet isn't? Ken-chan said he wanted a souvenir, that lover boy. If I know better – he just wanted to hold Wolf-chan! Kyaa!'
The picture was simple and normal… or if you want to think it doesn't have any innuendos. But one can sure pinpoint that it was a beautiful 'full of chemistry' picture.
Wolfram was in his usual arrogant bratty face, chin pointed up, eyebrows raised, arms crossed his chest… but the way those eyes glow is different. And then there was the Daikenja behind the Demon Prince. Both hands are gently holding the Demon Prince's shoulder.
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It looks innocent but then it doesn't.
One can see that there is a spark between the two…
A silent 'mutual' chemistry.
'Where are they now? Are they still in New York?' Conrart asked and thanked Miko for the iPad after giving it back. Some pictures are of the family and Wolfram and the Daikenja.
'Hmmm… I think both are in ShinMa, though both spend the night there at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. Bob was suddenly call away to business and without Bob, they cant go back,' Shori supplied.
Conrart's brow furrow, 'Both stayed at a hotel?'
'Hmmm… yes.'
'Ah! Knight-kun, are you by any chance being the possessive elder brother? Kyaa! That's so sweet of you. But you don't have to worry, I mean Ken-chan will be gentle to Wolf-chan-'
'Kaa-san I don't think that's what worries Conrad here,' Shori said and sweat drops.
Its amazing how their Mother can easily say those words.
'No Miko-san, I am not worried about Wolfram, I mean, he always have a dagger with him – I bet he has three of five of them on his boots or in his clothes – its just that…' Conrart cant say that: 'That's my baby brother with the infamous Perverted Daikneja!'
He receives one or two letters from Wolfram talking about Shin Makoku, about the order now. About how his second in command left them always in dust with his swords skill and how the Geika 'always have the time to pester' him. In more than ten occasions on those letters that Wolfram refers to the Daikenja as 'Ero-Geika'. One of the reasons he was surprised to know that Wolfram was with the Daikenja.
What kind of power or persuasion did the Geika did to make Wolfram come with him?
'Oh don't worry Knight-kun. I think this is the time for Wolf-chan to find his one true love.'
Miko, the ever optimist mother said and supported the couple.
Shori just shrugs his shoulders and grins but not before looking at his younger brother.
Yuuri was awkwardly quiet.
He again shook his head, 'You have it and you blew it,' he murmurs and eats his dessert.
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Yuuri taps the pen on his notebook.
He should be studying Statistics right now, after all, the Professor on that subject is a hell lot scarier than Gwendal and Gunter combined. And he had to pass the test to get him a chance for a second level Stats.
But nothing was coming to his mind.
Not one thing.
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Nothing about statistics.
But a certain Demon with Golden Blonde hair and Emerald Green eyes.
It was still a shock to him.
He is no longer engaged.
Did Wolfram knew that he would soon find out? Or that the brat just didn't inform him so that when he gets back – he would think that they are still engaged and Wolf would have the right to barge in his life?
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Wolfram isn't that kind of person. He doesn't use any underhand thing towards him – if anything – Wolfram is honest and loyal to him.
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But it shocks him more, like rendered him speechless seeing Wolfram with Murata.
Why are the two together?
What are they doing in New York?
He checks his mobile, and scrolls any messages. But none. Murata have his mobile and email address but there wasn't any message for him.
His mother said 'Date'…
Is it really a date?
Suddenly he stands violently from his seat and walks to the window and looks at the million stars.
'Wolf…'
They are no longer engage.
That made him a free man.
Free to date.
Free to have any girl.
This is good news right?
He felt a sudden twinge inside of him.
A shout of an angry spirit – his other personality.
Or rather a dark split personality of his…
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The Maou.
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He knows for some time now that his dark other personality is head over heals towards Wolfram.
One of the reasons he is afraid and wanted to flee far away from Wolfram is the Maou's obsession.
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The Maou thinks of Wolfram as his and his property.
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It scares the hell out of him.
Just because his other self has the hots for Wolfram doesn't mean he too needs to be.
It infuriates him.
It's a good thing that Wolfram is a heavy sleeper – that he wouldn't notice that the Maou would caress him, and that blasted Maou would let him be conscious of it.
How would you feel – seeing your own self in kind like of a dream like trance and yourself is busy fondling those sexy slender hips… caressing those pink nipples… running his tongue on those muscled and sinful body… the Maou would then even go as far as putting his tongue on Wolfram's belly button.
He can hear the groans and sexy sinful delicious moan of Wolfram… and it's a wonder that the Demon wouldn't be awake. And then the Maou would tell him that he had put Wolfram in a deep sleep – for this is the only time he can have his way with his Demon Prince.
And he – he the helpless him would and could do nothing but stare while the Maou did those things…
The Maou would undress Wolfram and kneaded those pink nipples… he would even suck it hard. He would run his tongue all over the Demon Prince's neck and bite those sexy earlobes and they would be rewarded by the most sexiest moan they've ever heard.
The Maou would then run his hands on those delectable hips. So slender yet muscled – a gift from the Gods.
Every women and men's envy.
Wolfram has the body that would women die for and men would crave for.
The Maou would run his tongue on those hips and yes… he would in a slow sensual manner would untie those royal blue strings from that slender hips…
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Yuuri banged his head to the window.
He can still remember when the Maou sucks Wolfram… remembered when the Maou put his shaft and the Demon Prince's shaft together and pump it.
The Maou was the one who would clean Wolfram up.
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What if – what if the Maou suddenly manifest violently and do Wolf – and he would be left in the morning with the consequence – for sure – the Royal Household, the Bielefeld Household would want him to take responsibility.
And he would know that it would make Wolfram happy – but what about him?
Isn't he allowed to choose?
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He touches his lips.
The Maou may have been the one who made those sexual advances to Wolfram – but it was his body… his hands… his lips… and he sees everything.
He knew how much the Maou have been craving for the union of his Demon Prince so when the chance for him to slip out he did. The longer he grows the more power and control he has to the Maou – its like the merging of two spirits or souls.
Right now, the Maou is angry and furious.
But he had the control now.
Whatever he is feeling ain't his own feelings but the Maou.
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The anger and the pain, the devastation seeing Wolfram with another is not his feelings but the Maou.
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The Moon beside the Star at Night
A passionate night with two souls merging...
Exchanging gifts
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Somewhere in a far away world…
Two shadows hidden in a dim lit room.
The wind is whispering like a silent whisper to their lovers…
The night is young… so dark and so wonderful…
The stars are shining… millions of bright lights like fireflies dancing at the black night…
The moon is ever so bright… giving sensual shadows to a pair of lovers on the land…
Two breathes are heaving heavily…
Sweat… deliciously slides on their body.
'G-Geika! What the hell are you doing?!'
'Shhh… stop thinking about anything. Right now, look into my eyes. Look into my soul… Don't be afraid.'
'G-Geika…'
'Allow me to do this Wolfram.'
'N-no… I'm scared! This is not right…'
'I'll be very gentle Wolfram. Put your trust in me… I wouldn't do anything to hurt you.'
Silence.
'G-Geika… wait! Let's stop this! I – I… I have no experience with this…'
'Hmmm… so this is your first time?'
'Hentai! Of course this is my first time!'
'Ouch! That hurts Wolfram. You didn't have to whack my head.'
'B-But this is wrong! Let's stop this... I don't want this...'
'Nee Wolfram… trust me… you will get used to it… I'll be very gentle…'
'G-Geika…'
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'W-Wait! It hurts! It's big! No, you would tear me apart!'
'Shhh… don't worry. Allow yourself to adjust. It would hurt at first, but I promise you Wolfram… I promise you it would feel so damn good… just trust in me…'
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'G-Geika… itai! It hurts Geika! It's big! Ahhhh! Mmmnnggghhh!'
'Don't do that! Don't bite your lips.'
'It hurts G-Geika… Ya-yamatte…'
'Shhh… I will go slowly… I will not allow you to be hurt. Relax your muscles… breathe with me my Wolf…'
'G-Geika… mmmggghhhh ah! Itai! Y-yamatte…'
'There… be a good boy… it would feel good… promise.'
'G-Geika! Mmmnnnggghhhh!'
'Shhh… yes…hmmm… that's it… Oh God! Its feels good! Its so tight Wolf…'
'I – I t-told y-you… Ah! Mmnngghhhh I-it's my first t-time! Ahhh!'
'So tight – wait don't move! Wolf! Stop squirming around or I would lose it. Hmmmm…'
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'G-Geika?'
'Don't be afraid just relax and let go… don't worry…'
'G-Geika… Ahhh!'
'Wolfram!'
'Geika!'
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