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Thought and words or phrases spoken differently/emphasized are in italic.
I do not own the characters connected to Kyou Kara Maou. The story is mine, however .
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An enraged Angel
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Wolfram was heading to the coffee shop where Felix was supposed to be waiting for him. He took a cab straight from the airport. Gwendal has booked two tickets of the next flight to Germany which is about three hours from now. So as soon as he finds the man they have to head back. 'That's the plan,' he thought with a sense of foreboding.
The man wasn't visible from where he was standing, but as he tilted his head he saw someone at the terrace of the building in front of him, eyeing the shop. He opened his contact list then dialed Felix's number who picked up after second ring, hinting how spooked he really was. Wolfram wasn't feeling any better, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Suspicious of anyone and everyone. If there was one man he noticed there can be more, unseen. And they might see him, if not already. He has to be careful.
"H-hello…?"Anguished brown eyes were searching the throngs of people. A strange mix of emotions: hope, fear, and anger were overwhelming him with their intensity.
"Felix, they are here," the blonde uttered somberly hearing a gasp in reply. The dark haired man felt like he would throw up. As if sensing his anxiety the blonde added "Relax, you will alert them. Just walk out of there. I am standing by the big-green-building at your left. Can you see me?" He waved slightly.
There was a gulp then the man stuttered a "y-yes." He started in his direction. Wolfram sighed in relief, waiting, keeping his eyes on Felix.
His heart jumped to his throat when he saw him stopping then taking a sharp turn in his opposite direction. "What the…?" He called his number again.
It went unanswered.
"Dammit," he exclaimed, "what the hell is he thinking!?"
He took a deep breath then following Felix. The phone app that was installed in both their phone was how he located the other man, shown as a small dot which was blinking farther and farther away. Wolfram's stomach lurched an uneasy feeling settling inside. He prayed that everything goes well.
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Felix's heart clenched upon hearing that Shibuiyas' had found him that they were here already but also somewhat relived to know that he can still get out of this hell. He didn't want to die.
Talking to this stranger was a soothing balm on to his frazzled soul. It was a flicker of light at end of the dark tunnel. He wanted to leap at it against the fear of it being an illusion.
Sighing, the man began towards his destination. Determined.
The people weren't paying him any mind as he passed them, frantically searching for anything fishy. He must look crazy but he couldn't relax. He remembered how calm the man on the phone was. He on the other hand wanted to scream till his throat was sore. He was sitting duck, conflicting thoughts of hope mixed with dread festering his mind. It was exhausting.
Suddenly, his feet froze as did his whole body.
The dream of ever escaping shattered when he spotted a familiar pair of cold-onyx-eye trained on him.
"Y-Yuuri s-sa-ma," he mumbled as all the color drained from his face. The Japanese standing in his way compelled Felix to take a detour.
The dark haired man sprinted trying to get as far away from Yuuri as possible, panting heavily; heart pounding in his ears. His whole body was buzzing. It was like he can't carry his own weight. He was willing his legs to move faster. Fear and frustration rising.
He was going to die, he going to die: the mantra was being repeating in his head.
He couldn't hear any footsteps approaching, but was too afraid to check. He couldn't dare to look back. His breath became short, lungs burning, stabbing pain at his sides, but he just kept running taking random turns as dread shrouded his judgment leading him to an empty lot surrounded by old- decrepit buildings. He looked back helplessly at the four distinct large-men closing up on him followed by one close-behind.
Yuuri sauntered to the front, approaching Felix's trembling form. His brown eyes shinning with tears, begging for mercy. The chase was over.
"You are an amazing runner, Felix. Great stamina," Yuuri mentioned impassively, "It's sad to let you go," He gestured one of the man with his head, turning away.
"S-sorry…!" The man sobbed helplessly.
"Yeah, my thoughts exactly," the double black retorted, barely concealing the edge to his tone. He instructed the tanned-shorter man to shoot before snatching Felix's phone from his hand as the poor man wailed to let him go, vowing to never do it again.
Yuuri tsked. "This is the only way you won't be repeating this mistake again, Felix." The dark haired man whimpered pathetically.
A loud bang and then there was silence.
"Let's get out of here." Yuuri commanded watching the dark haired man bleed on the concrete floor. He clicked his tongue at the scene while searching the device to know what was so important that the man was doing on it and what he found put a wicked smile on his face.
"Wait up, guys." Yuuri called while grinning from ear to ear. "It appears we have more guests heading our way."
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Wolfram was a little distraught when he could perceive no movement on the screen. He was getting all kinds of bad thoughts. He might as well call Shino and tell him he failed. If Shibuya men have found Felix (and killed him), then they would also know about him and come after him to end his life to make an example out of him. It will be a question of honor; they will be not taken seriously otherwise and be considered weak. He would do the same if it was him.
The blonde sighed in relief when the point started moving again. Maybe, Felix was hiding and when he figured Wolfram was close by he decided to come to him, the blonde reasoned to ease his growing paranoia.
Wolfram hurriedly followed the directions on the device halting in his steps when he saw a young Japanese boy dressed in all black. He was the only ones around. The place looked abandoned with its ill-maintained buildings and surroundings. The foreign boy however, appeared anything but dangerous much less a mafia. He seemed his age or a year or two older. Despite that, him being here: a Japanese: there were too many coincidences.
Wolfram kept a steady hold on the gun which was well hidden under his blue overcoat.
The man seemed nonchalant looking at nothing in particular. He noticed as the man neared him his screen flashed making a low beep.
Wolfram inhaled sharply, looking at the man. He has Felix's mobile. 'He's one of them!' His mind screamed.
His revolver was out before he knew it, "STOP!"
The man turned to him from a few steps away. As the gun caught his onyx eyes the foreigner gasped raising his hands, eyes wide in fear. "L-look, you want money-"
"Quiet," he ordered calmly, "don't act innocent. Where's Felix?" The man looked back at him, dumbfounded. "What did you do to him?" Emerald eyes flashing at onyx.
"I dunno, man," he explained apprehensively, "who…? Listen- please, put the gun down."
Wolfram turned off the safety lock making the other man flinch. "Don't lie to me! That's his phone!" he pointed at it with his gun. "Now, start talking," he commanded.
The man licked his lips, understanding the situation better, "t-this," he raised the phone and continued when the blonde nodded. "I f-found it near that d-dumpster," He pointed somewhere over Wolfram's shoulder, "I was going to report it to the police."
Wolfram narrowed his gaze at the double-black. This man was so noble that he was going to file a missing report rather than just ignoring the whole thing like a normal person would. He was either a fool or a cunning liar. The blonde was sure he was the later.
The taller male took a step back, extending his both hands with the cell resting on it. "You can have it, here." The black haired man offered, body trembling in fear.
"Good. Leave." The blonde said, after taking the gadget, and watched as the man scampered out of his sight.
'This couldn't be Yuuri' he thought. 'He looked like a wimp not a ruthless killer.' Wolfram shook his head, amazed at himself for even coming up with such a ridiculous thought in the first place.
The blonde proceeded to resume his search.
He found Felix. Dead. And later when he decided to check his phone in hopes of finding any lead; he almost hurled it at the nearest walls, burning in white-hot anger. There was nothing in it. All the data cleaned.
"Shit!" They erased everything before disposing it. Just when he thought it couldn't get worse he got an incoming call. An unknown number flashed on the screen. He answered it impulsively.
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Yuuri was planning to kill the other man until he saw him. And it was none other than his angel. The one he has not been able to stop thinking about since he saw him almost a month ago at their family owned bar. He had almost lost hope of ever seeing him again. This was a pleasant surprise, even if somewhat soured by the fact that the blonde was of the rival gang. Yuuri will not hurt the boy. Far from it.
Even enraged he was charming. Yuuri couldn't help it; he was drawn to the fuming blonde. He wanted to know him sober, but he enjoyed the blonde's drunken antics as well.
The shorter male appeared suspicious of him, and understandably so, but Yuuri could change that. He was a decent actor. It came in handy in this line of work, like right about now.
He got a little worried when the blonde pulled the gun's safety off. But later he came to believe his story.
He remembered what Murata had said earlier. So, he knew that the blonde was coming. He made a note to have a long chat with his friend when he returned. But now he has someone else in mind.
Yuuri excitedly dialed the number he got from Felix's cell.
"Wolfram, who's this," asked an irritated voice.
"Wolframu", Yuuri hummed, "so, that's your name."
Wolfram blinked once then twice and then frowned, 'that voice… It's the same man!'
"You were-! You had the…!" He seethed not able to form meaningful sentences. 'I should've killed him!'
"ARGHHH…!" The blonde screamed clenching the phone more tightly in his hand.
A rich, throaty chuckle was heard. "Wolf, may I call you Wolf. It suits you," the blonde growled in disapproval. "See, you are like a little cub," he teased.
"I let you go, but next time I see you I will put a bullet in your head," the blonde swore, "how dare you?! You killed Felix!"
"Now, now," he chided. "I didn't. Andy killed that snitch," the double-black gritted out the last word failing to rein his anger. Yuuri trusted his men and when was broken he can't just wipe the slate clean. Death is the only fair punishment for such impudence
Yuuri continued after taking a deep breath, "at my order, of course. But I didn't do…much,"
"WIMP," the blonde snapped. He wanted to bite that lying Japanese bastard—really, really hard. But he kept that that thought to himself not wanting to encourage the oaf's horrible pet name. 'Wolf cub?! My ass!'
"Eh?" the Japanese gaped at the insult then started laughing. Wolfram was interesting, indeed. He reminded Yuuri of Pochi, his pet Pomeranian, when he didn't get his way.
"Stop laughing, you coward! Face me like a man," Wolfram gritted. "Stop hiding, you wimp."
"Not a wimp, Wolf. Its Yuuri," he whined like a petulant child.
Wolfram's pulse quickened. 'Yuuri? As in "the Yuuri," next-in-line to the Shibuiya Empire.' The blonde had to pause to let it sink in.
Wolfram was so pissed right now. He wanted to rip-out that moron's treacherous tongue. He will get Yuuri for this.
"You are right. You are more than just a wimp," the blonde snarled, "you lying piece of ASSHOLIC-SHIT!"
Yuuri frowned as the line got disconnected so abruptly after the loud outburst. 'So much for the direct approach.'
He shook his head. His angel was not amused. The black haired man sighed, calling it a night. Maybe he will try again later.
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End chapter notes:
I had finished this chap along with the first but it needed some editing. I hope you will like it. I want to thank the Guest commentator for their review and I am glad that you enjoyed it. Getting feedback from you guys always puts a smile on my face.
About Felix calling Yuu chan Yuuri sama, I thought it suited his fierce mob boss persona like Ue sama. And I imagined his gang members calling him that. I dunno, but it make a lot of scene when I wrote it. I swear, it is not from some cliche manga on Yakuzas I read. Honest!
P.S. I will work on my other fics now as they have been neglected for such a long time.
Until next time.
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Thanks for reading!
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