CHAPTER 2 Tears and Trials 2,336 words T for Teen

Wolfram was crying. His tears were silent, but they fell all the same. Yuuri had ordered him to sleep in his own room. Ordered. Yuuri never ordered anybody to do anything, yet he did this time. Wolfram at first thought he was joking, and demanded his right as his fiancé. It didn't work.

Another silent sob shook his slim figure as he was curled up on his bed. Yuuri had threatened to call off the engagement if he didn't leave the room. Yuuri had been so angry, and the blonde didn't know why. He felt so unloved, and figured that he never would be. Yuuri had been the first person ever to look at him for him. To most people he was just a bratty prince or a powerful fire-wielder who looked extremely feminine, but not to Yuuri.

This was why he had fallen in love with the wimp. He wasn't afraid to think it, because he knew it to be true. But he believed that if he said it aloud, that Yuuri would only push him further away. He curled up into himself again, tears falling down his face. What did he do? He truly wondered what he did to deserve this sudden punishment from the young king. He would do anything in an instant if it would make Yuuri forgive him, even if he didn't know what he did wrong.

His eyes burned and he wanted to wipe the tears away, but instead he leaned onto his legs and let his nightgown become soaked in tears. Why Yuuri, why?

Yuuri was tugging on his hair and pacing in his room. Why did he snap at Wolfram like that? He never lost control like that, not ever! Was it simply his hormones or was it something else entirely? He knew that he loved Wolfram, and he also knew that he could never say that. But still that was no reason to push him away!

The only reason he never told Wolfram how he felt, was because he didn't want to lose him. So how was pushing him away an improvement? He felt extremely retarded. He had seen the hurt look on the blonde's face as he left. He felt his heart rip in two that he was the one who caused it. Yuuri never wanted to see anything on his face other than that proud and happy smile that would occasionally grace his lips.

He wanted nothing more than for Wolfram to be happy, even if it meant not pushing their boundaries as friends… But dammit there was no way in hell he was going to be able to sleep tonight without apologizing.

He stopped pulling on his hair before he went bald, and he grabbed the handle of the door before walking out.

Wolfram shuddered, still crying. How much time had passed? He didn't know; all he felt was sadness. The only thing that would make him happy was Yuuri, and despite the fact that he believed it impossible he still could dream. He heard rushed footsteps coming down the hallway. He didn't really care. He had ordered the soldiers in the hall that nobody was allowed inside.

The door to Wolfram's room opened rather quickly before it closed behind the intruder. Wolfram tried to be angry, but he couldn't. Without raising his head to see who the trespasser was, he croaked out a few words.

"G-go away... I ordered… no one can come in..."

"W-Wolfram?"

Wolfram froze. Yuuri? Why was Yuuri there? Had he come to make it worse, or maybe just to tell him what he did wrong? Wolfram couldn't help it, he choked and a small sob made it out of his mouth.

"Wolfram? Are you crying?"

"N-no…"

"Dammit Wolfram, tell me the truth!"

Wolfram flinched at Yuuri's tone of voice even as he walked up to the bed that Wolfram was curled up on.

"…Sorry…"

Wolfram stopped trying to cry quietly. He just let out his sobs, pride be damned.

"Yuuri, whatever I did, whatever I said to make you hate me… I'm sorry, I'm so SO sorry. Please, please forgive me."

If Yuuri's heart had already been broken into two halves, then it just shattered completely. Wolfram thought that he hated him? That couldn't be further from the truth. Yuuri sat down on the bed next to Wolfram, who tried to edge away from him. Yuuri stopped him, grabbing his arm gently before whispering into the room.

"You think I hate you?"

"D-don't you?"

"No."

"T-then why? Why did you get rid of me?"

Wolfram looked into Yuuri's eyes with his own reddened ones. Yuuri slowly put his hand on Wolfram's cheek. Wolfram flinched at the touch, for some reason expecting to be hit or something. Yuuri tried to brush away some of the tears that were there, but since they kept coming it didn't really help all that much.

"I didn't mean to. I honestly didn't…"

"B-But…"

"Wolf."

Wolfram froze and shivered slightly from the cool air hitting the wet tear-stained parts of his gown as he uncurled his body. He didn't respond.

"Wolfram are you cold?"

Wolfram shook his head gently in denial, but Yuuri didn't believe him. He pulled Wolfram closer and gave him a warm hug. Wolfram went boneless from pure exhaustion. His tears had slowed down some, but only because he was running out.

"Don't lie to me."

"S-sorry."

They were both whispering, as if sharing a secret moment from the rest of the world. Yuuri backed up from the hug causing Wolfram to whimper from the loss. Although after the next thing Yuuri did, Wolfram's face went red. Yuuri took off his pajama shirt and tossed it to the side.

"W-what are you doing?!"

It sounded like a yell even though it was still a whisper, simply because it was slightly louder.

"It got wet."

Poor Wolfram blushed.

"S-sorry…"

"Don't."

"…What?"

"Don't be sorry for crying. You have every right to cry, and it's entirely my fault… I'm the one who should be sorry."

Wolfram looked like he was about to deny it, although it was true. Instead he sat back and thought for a moment before Yuuri spoke again.

"Wolfram, take off your dress. You're shivering."

"W-what? Why?!"

"It's wet and you're going to catch a cold."

"No I'm not!"

Despite what he said, he sneezed and that was pretty much the last straw. Yuuri leaned over and gently but firmly pulled Wolfram's dress off before making him lie down. Wolfram didn't have enough energy to fight, and he wasn't sure he wanted to. Yuuri pulled the covers over him, and then slipped into the bed as well to Wolfram's surprise.

"Y-Yuuri?"

"I need to make sure you stay warm, so you are going to have to deal with it. Sorry."

Wolfram was about to ask him what he meant, but then Yuuri snuggled closer to him and hugged him close. Wolfram was sure he wouldn't be cold now; his body was overheating from the skin-on-skin contact. Yuuri comfortably fell asleep rather quickly, his head on Wolfram's chest listening to his heartbeat… However Wolfram didn't fall asleep. He hated to admit it, but he was pretty sure he did make himself sick.

In the middle of the night Yuuri woke-up to the sound of harsh coughing. He sat up slowly as he noticed Wolfram's flushed face. He looked at him with concern and put his hand on his forehead. A moment later he yanked it back.

"Dammit all Wolfram, why didn't you wake me up?! Your forehead is burning like a second sun!"

"I-I'm a fire-user, s-so it's hot anyway…"

"No shit Wolf, but this isn't normal. I'm going to get Gisela."

Before he could leave Wolfram's hand instinctively grabbed his arm before he let go almost immediately afterwards. Yuuri turned back to look at Wolfram. He looked like a little lost puppy that had been abandoned to die or something. Yuuri's face softened.

"Wolfram don't worry, I swear on my life that I'm not leaving you."

"…Please don't…"

Yuuri nodded before running to the door. He originally had planned on running as fast as he could to find Gisela, but Wolfram wanted him by his side. His decision was pretty much made for him. He leaned out into the hallway and yelled to a guard nearby, who had almost fallen asleep by the looks of it. He ordered him to get Gisela and bring her here as fast as possible. The man saluted sloppily before running as fast as he could, probably frightened since he was caught nodding off.

Wolfram was sitting up straight while waiting for Yuuri to come back. He was scared that even though he said he wasn't leaving, that he would anyway.

Yuuri came back through the door and rushed to the bed before sitting beside him.

"Wolfram why are you sitting up?"

He scooted closer to him before rubbing his back soothingly. Wolfram muttered and apology before coughing again. He leaned onto Yuuri's shoulder as he rubbed his back and almost fell asleep. Yuuri continued to rub his back until Gisela came. He eased Wolfram back onto the bed before rising to greet the slightly irritated healer.

"Yuuri, why was I woken up? Is it an emergency?"

Yuuri nodded his head fervently, which scared her until he pointed at Wolfram. To her it only looked like a cold or something, but she knew better than to argue at the moment and instead simply went to check on him. It was like she thought.

"…Yuuri it's just a cold. When I leave I'll have someone send some tea and medicine, but it's not even severe enough for my magic to be able to heal it. He'll be fine after he gets some rest."

Yuuri sighed in relief before thanking Gisela, although he wished Wolfram could just feel better now. Yuuri hugged Wolfram close, almost protectively until the tea and medicine came… However, Wolfram refused to take it when it came.

"Wolfram you need to take your medicine!"

"I'll be fine without it!"

"I say you won't!"

"And I say I will!"

Yuuri looked about ready to shove it down his throat, and suddenly he got a better idea. He took a sip of Wolfram's tea and popped the pill into his own mouth. Before Wolfram could say anything, Yuuri practically pounced on him and gave him his medicine by mouth. After he forced Wolfram to swallow it, he handed him his drink which he gladly took while staring at Yuuri.

"There, now was that so hard?"

Wolfram just stared at Yuuri, half in anger and half in shock.

"What?"

"What was that Yuuri?"

"What? You needed you medicine!"

"Yeah, but why did you go so far to make me take it? You could have just let me not take it."

"No I couldn't have."

"Why not?"

"Because I can't see you suffer."

Wolfram lost it.

"Can't see me suffer? CAN'T SEE ME SUFFER? What the hell Yuuri? Since when?"

Yuuri was stunned. He almost couldn't speak.

"W-Wha-?"

"You should know what. You always push me away, and reject me. You give the excuse that we are both boys, and you know that it's just an excuse, to say that you can't love me. You proposed to me Yuuri, and I accepted. THOSE THINGS MAKE ME SUFFER! …Why can't you just love me?"

Both of them were shocked by his outburst. Yuuri because it was basically worse than a kick in the nuts, and Wolfram because the last thing he wanted was to lose it like that.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell like that… I-"

"Stop."

"What?"

Wolfram was about ready to cry. Was Yuuri going to push him away again for his outburst? He couldn't stand it. He shoved himself forward and into Yuuri's chest, hugging him tightly, refusing to let go.

"I'm sorry, just don't leave me! I know I sound pathetic, I just-"

"Wolfram please, please stop. Stop apologizing, stop doubting yourself, just stop and think. Please. I don't hate you, and nothing you could do would make me leave you. I would and will chase you to the ends of this world and the next. I am a selfish bastard who only thinks of himself and so I am the one who is sorry. You are not allowed to be."

"Yuuri?"

Wolfram spoke in a small breath before looking up at him, still clinging to his chest.

"Wolfram I can't hate you. I love you."

Yuuri snuggled into Wolfram's hug and leaned over to kiss his cheek. Wolfram blinked a few times before opening his mouth to say something. Too bad he couldn't since Yuuri kissed him instead. If a picture is worth a thousand words, then their kiss was worth a million pictures. When they settled down Wolfram's fever had gone down, and his tears had completely stopped. He had such a beautiful look of contentment and happiness on his face, that Yuuri swore he would never hurt his Wolf again… Yeah, his Wolf. He liked the sound of that.

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Awes angst and fluff… Sleep tight little angels! Seriously OOC, but then again I did warn you that all the stories would be strange and different… Sorry if you wanted a lemon in this one but it didn't fit.

Anon: You could have made it fit.

Me: But I didn't, so sucks.

Anon: …I'm going to go make anonymous names so I can flame you now.

Me: *Sweat-drops* you know I can reject anonymous comments right?

Anon: Not if I accept them for you!

Me: … You know how else I can prevent those comments from appearing?

Anon: How?

Me: By making it so you can't use your hands.

Anon: Oh SHIT!

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