Panic.
Yuuri's first response to the activation of the Key Finder was to panic.
No one had listened when he thought it was a bad idea!
I mean he was the King weren't they supposed to listen to him?
Anyways, as the contraption went off the double black realized two things:
One, two important people in the room screamed in pain;
Two, and all the boxes, crates, coffins, etc. in the courtyard burst open.
At their cries he had whipped around to find both Gwendal and Conrad clutching their 'key' body parts in obvious pain.
Instinctively Yuuri ran over to his godfather checking to see if he was alright; but, after seeing the loss of control to his left arm the boy's blood ran cold.
The machine had taken what were the keys to the forbidden boxes from their hosts as well.
Before he could truly help, a heart stopping scream came from his daughter.
Afraid that she was hurt, Yuuri turned towards Greta only to stop; horrified.
She was completely fine, but the reason for her scream was not.
Wolfram… was crumpled on the ground, most likely dead.
The familiarness of this situation sunk in coldly as the Maou watched his 13 year old daughter scream and cry over her 'dead' father's body.
Cecilie, too, soon joined hovering over her son's body, tears streaming, chanting 'not again, not again' over and over.
Yuuri couldn't think or even breathe.
The man that had been his fiancé for the past, what was it, five years was dead… again.
A tight pain bloomed in his chest and for some odd reason he felt like he was going to cry.
Of course he had cared for the blonde but more in a best friend kind of way then a lover.
How was he going to carry on without the prince constantly pushing him harder, trying to make him the best king ever?
Was it possible?
Or was there still a chance to save him?
All Yuuri knew was that Wolfram needed him and as a friend/fiancé he was going to do anything possible to bring him back.
Switching personalities, his power surged and he commanded attention from all.
Taking a breath the Maou spoke,
"Thou must fix this blunder. This travesty cannot be over looked. These fragile bonds shall not be severed. The Alchemist responsible must make amends by renouncing claims to these containers possessions. Have it be done or face my judgment!"
In a rush he returned to normal slightly acknowledging the franticness of Anissina as she attempted to undo her creation.
Feeling his body lean forward Yuuri headed toward the unmoving blonde.
Without a word he removed the former Maou and Greta from the body; lifting it up in his arms, bridal style.
Giving Conrad a small nod the double black left carrying his fiancé to the chamber he had been held in before.
The walk was long and difficult.
For the feeling of a nonliving body against his own was sickening in its own right, not to mention the emotional ties he had toward it.
Since the beginning Wolfram had always seemed to be there, maybe even more than Conrad.
He was always enforcing his personality, ideas, and nicknames on Yuuri; unconsciously changing him while experiencing changes of his own.
Yuuri had known that Wolfram had cried when he had left for earth for the 'final' time, but he had stupidly ignored it.
And when he had returned an unmistakable pull towards the prince almost caused him to tackle the prince.
Even through the blonde's mood swings the demon king had know that he had been merely looking out for him.
Was there love involved in all this commotion?
Yes, there was but the reason was unknown.
Did he love the pushy, obnoxious, tantrum throwing prince?
Very much so.
Had Wolfram never gotten hurt would he have ever realized this?
Probably not since he was such a wimp as Wolfram would say.
Did his Fiancé love him back?
No idea what-so-ever.
Feeling slightly crushed at the emotions he had never been able to express to the blonde, Yuuri entered one of Anissina's laboratories.
As all the others it was cluttered but organized with a girlish feel to it.
Crossing the room grimly the Maou approached a casket looking device.
Nudging the casket open with his foot and turning it on, he set the once breathing blonde on the ground.
Nervously, Yuuri stripped the man of all his clothing.
Tears threatened to spill as his strength started to fail as he laid his angel in the, now gas filled, machine.
He looked like he was sleeping nothing more.
Like he was just going to wake up calling him a wimp and telling him that he shouldn't have worried.
But the bitter truth exposed the flaws in his fantasy.
Wolfram was never going to wake up if he didn't return the keys once more.
Placing a chaste kiss on those frozen lips, Yuuri turned to deal with the chaos.
Nothing is set in stone… Not if I have anything to say about it.
Wait for me Wolfram…