I DON'T OWN KYOU KARA MAOU
Warning: a bit OOC. This is not an AU as the story is still in the universe of Shin Makoku.
Betrayal, adventure. In this chapter, Wolfram's and Yuuri's feelings and the beginning of the plot.
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Gisela came to heal Yuuri's wound as soon as he was in his bedroom. It was nothing too serious and she just needed to roll it with a fabric. She seemed worried by the puffy red eyes of the king and by the depressed expression of his face, but he remained silent, like completely hit by what had happened to him. Haggard and lost.
Greta entered the royal room, she had heard a bit of the argument and she was extremely worried. When she came closer to Yuuri, she noticed his bandages uncovered by his pajamas.
" W-what is it?"
He glanced at his leg and instantly tried to reassure her:
" Nothing, sweetheart, it's nothing. I'm fine! Hey, how was your day?"
She was still strangely, dubiously looking at him before answering:
" Good and...you?"
Yuuri eyed at Conrad who smiled and stood up from the chair next to the bed.
" I'm going to inspect the court, Your Majesty. Rest well and eat what I brought to you, please."
" Fine, thank you, Conrad."
He smiled again and left. But he wasn't good at all.
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Conrad found his little brother at the same place. He hadn't moved, he was still sitting on the floor.
" Wolfram..."
The blond slightly moved but didn't look at him.
How could I look straight at someone's eyes? After all I've done? Yuuri...saw me...I hurt him, he's hurt...Oh God, all is my fault...
" Hey...it's cold outside..."
Conrad removed his jacket to drape his brother in it. But apparently, Wolfram preferred being naked-chested. He took off the jacket.
" I don't deserve attention. Yuuri does."
" Yes, I know...But you're going to sicken here..."
" I cheated on him..."
WHAT?
Conrad stared at him, holding his jacket. He thought something hit his brain.
" Um...Wolfram?"
" Yes, you well heard. I cheated on...Y-Yuuri..."
Green eyes began to be over flooded by tears. His face was showing all the pain his heart was full of.
" Wolfram...You...Why?"
" I don't know! I just..."
The blond was unable to answer, too ashamed and disgusted by himself. It was as if he had committed a crime.
I killed Yuuri...myself...I dirt myself...
" I was the one to call him a cheater and then I cheated on my love! I betrayed my love!"
He suddenly stood up, running away, not letting his brother the time to know more. He joined his former bedroom.
He sat on his bed and wrapped his arms around his legs, moving back and forth.
" What have I done?! Oh God, what have I done!? I don't want to loose him!! I love him to death! I don't want to be separated from him..."
Wolfram planted his nails in his flesh, wanting to feel the dolor and sobbed when the blood was running on his skin.
Even though Yuuri had dangerously angered him and had made him cry, he didn't deserve that at all. The picture of Yuuri being horrified couldn't leave his mind.
" Damn! What am I going to do? Oh Yuuri, Yuuri, forgive me!..."
He was awfully crying, his heart too swollen. Pain, remorses, disgust of himself...he felt so stupid and dirty. The liquid of another man in him...
Wolfram didn't dare get out until the morning. He had cried a lot, his eyes were dry and bulged. He didn't want to eat. When he woke up, he quickly remembered while he felt so unhappy and sad.
" You cheated on your fiancé! You whore! In the garden! Do you recall your legs wide spread for your Ludwig, huh? Do you remember when Yuuri arrived and saw you being fucked? Good job, Wolf. Yuuri will never love you anymore, he will hate you more than he was disgusted by you!"
Wolfram was already sobbing, his hands on his ears.
" NO! NO! SHUT UP! SHUP UP!"
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When he saw Conrad, Wolfram immediately ran towards him, in the gardens.
" Wolf!...I was looking for you!"
" How is Yuuri?"
" He's still resting..."
" I want to see him! I need to see him!"
Even if the blond was begging, Conrad couldn't accept. He felt ashamed and guilty not being able to help more his brother, but Yuuri had firmly forbidden the entrance of his bedroom...Specially to him. And with the circumstances, people could agree with him.
" I'm sorry, Wolfram...But I can't let you enter. You're...not allowed to see him."
Wolfram's expression was heartbreaking. New tears came to replace the old, and he fell on his knees on the grass, his body shaken by sobs. Conrad knelt, feeling too much sorry. His hands came to rest on his shoulders.
" Wolf..."
" Captain..." A near voice uttered, another presence getting closer.
A powerful rage and anger grew all at once into Wolfram.
" You..."
Ludwig was visibly sad and full of sorrow and pain. He was shaking, afraid of the two brothers' presence. He continued:
" Captain...These flowers are for you..."
Wolfram stood up, enraged, not believing this fellow was so idiot thinking about offering him flowers just right now:
" HOW DAMN DO YOU DARE COME HERE FOR FLOWERS!? FUCK THEM ALL!! KEEP THEM TO YOURSELF OR BURN THEM!! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR DIRTY FACE ANYMORE! GET AWAY!"
However, Wolfram knew Ludwig wasn't really responsible. It was himself, von Bielefeld, who had insisted to have some sex with the soldier. And why? Because he was too hurt and angry.
Ludwig dropped his gaze but said:
" I will, Captain but...This is not from me...They're from His Majesty."
" What?" Wolfram's voice softened, suddenly full of an unbelievable hope. What did it mean?
" Yesterday...When ...Heika arrived, he had them in hand...And I'm sure he made it for you..."
This was not the thing to say. It only brought more guilt and remorse to Wolfram. He burst into tears and Conrad took him in his arms...He dismissed the soldier with a simple look.
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Yuuri had lost weight. He was already slim but there, he was really thin. It scared everyone and Gisela had to watch his diet to encourage him to eat. Yuuri did eat, but there was no real pleasure in it.
Everyone supported him. Yuuri could only listen to them and tried to diminish the pain he felt.
But it wasn't easy to recall you had been cheated on by the one you finally admitted to love.
Greta was of course his best support. Her smile, her joyful mood and humor were the best medicine against Yuuri's hurt soul. He was more present in her life. He sometimes slept in the same bed as her when he was sure he couldn't sleep all alone.
And Wolfram...
He wasn't allowed to sleep and enter his bedroom anymore. Yuuri only accepted to see him in his office and with Conrad's presence or even Gunter's. Yuuri felt weak and he needed someone else's presence against Wolfram's. He knew the blond was tempted to talk about other things than business and kingdom but Yuuri refused and wasn't ready. He didn't deserve that privilege. Wolfram had dared throw away his king title, well...he would act in consequence.
Wolfram was hurt, beyond words. He had changed a bit of his behavior, almost never smiling, only for Greta or Yuuri to show him how much he loved him and still desired him, he wanted so badly to make up with him. But Yuuri's back always faced the blond. He sometimes was on the edge of begging to talk to him less conventionally.
Ludwig had been dismissed even though Yuuri didn't want: the man came from a poor family, his money helped them a lot and he hadn't found work until being soldier. But for Wolf, it was torture to see his shame, his sin, the object of his disgust almost everyday. Conrad for his brother, insisted for his dismiss and reassured the king about the money, they would send it to Ludwig every month.
Yuuri had finally accepted.
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Yuuri who was reading a history book in his office, heard some knocks on his door.
" Yes?"
" Papa! It's Greta!" Yuuri smiled. " And Dad Wolf!" Yuuri's smile almost fainted.
" Y-you can enter."
The door opened. Greta, dressed in a beautiful white dress appeared, hand in hand with Wolfram. She was all smiling. Wolfram looked straight at him, eyes soft and light smile adorning his pale face.
" Hello, Greta, do you need something?"
" Ja!" She kissed her Japanese dad and said:
" I made a cake for you but it's still cooking. Anissina told me to join her in the kitchen in three minutes. Then I'll bring it to you."
" Oh! But I can go there myself, no need for you to move!" They kept talking as Wolfram was watching them, smirking. His wimp was so cute. He wanted so much to hug him and shout to his face he loved him to death.
If only I hadn't screwed up everything...
He clasped his hands together to restrain his desire to hold Yuuri. He missed him so much. Everynight, and it was so painful, he dreamed about these few kisses they had shared. And when he woke up, he realized that it was the past and it made him cry.
" Well!" Greta suddenly exclaimed. " I'm going to join Anissina, you two, wait for me here!"
She exited.
" She's quite happy." Wolfram said.
" You're right."
Yuuri returned to his desk to read his book. Wolfram took a deep breath before uttering:
" What's this book about?"
" It's a famous book on Earth. About war:the round table of the twelve chevaliers, King Arthur who is cheated on by his wife, Queen Guenièvre."
Wolfram tensed, as if millions of shivers blocked his proud attitude:
" S-Seems interesting."
Yuuri didn't respond. He was shaking and not at ease. Wolfram's presence always weakened him, it always brought too much emotions.
He bit his lip, mortified by his trembling body. Wolfram didn't know what to do to appraoch him. The man he loved was so close but also so unreachable...The beautiful blond had to cease the desire to lift his hand to touch the brunette.
" Yuuri..."
The latter almost jumped of surprise. His heart was beating very quickly, hammering against his chest. He didn't long to listen to Wolfram but he couldn't ignore him for too long.
" What?"
" I..." Wolfram was searching for the good words.
" I wanted to know...if you would agree to...to take a lunch with me tomorrow. I find the weather particularly agreeable. I'd like to take advantage of it with you..."
Wolfram was flushing, all touched by what he had just dared say. But he congratulated himself for his boldness.
" No." the king merely answered. The blond's blood froze. Yuuri...Yuuri didn't want...Yuuri refused...He didn't want to spend time with him... the soldier felt awfully humiliated. He clenched his fist shaking. And to think he had gathered all his courage to suggest him that!
At that moment, Greta was back with Anissina, all joyful. She was holding a cake smelling terribly good. The pleasant odor invaded all the office.
" Ah, you're back!" Yuuri said, smiling.
" Yes, my beautiful cake is ready! We're going to taste it right now!" She delicately put the pastry on the desk and Yuuri cut it in several parts. Greta then looked at Wolfram.
" Wolfie, don't you want to taste it with us?"
The blond held back his tears, it was as if he didn't hear Greta. He glared at Yuuri:
" You can't keep rejecting me, Yuuri!! This is all you find to do?! You monster! It also happened because of you! I'm not the only responsible one here!! How many times will I have to kneel to be forgiven?! Just TELL ME, how many times?!"
And he runaway.
Anissina and Greta looked at him, worried. Greta was so sad that she found it hard not to cry. Yuuri took her in his arms to comfort her, but he acted then as though Wolfram had never come into his office.
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The blond soldier found shelter under a tree, his horse not so far away, grazing the very green grass. A cool wind was refreshing the air, the sky was blue. That was a real peaceful place and time.
But in Wolfram's heart, it wasn't so calm. He felt both empty and filled with emotions. He didn't know what to do with Yuuri, for forgiveness. He would have been ready to run the world for him, to stab himself as long as he had a chance to be forgiven. Another tear fell from his eye. He had given to someone else what he had always wanted to give to Yuuri. He hated himself, his body, his temperament. All this made him loose Yuuri. The one he loved.
" Wolfram..."
The blond recognized Conrad's voice. But he remained silent. He didn't want to talk with him. He had to acknowledge Yuuri's deep and great trust towards Conrad and it made him jealous. He wanted this same treatment. Unfortunately, it wasn't the case. Why? WHY?
" Wolfram..."
The older man approached, watching with pain his unhappy brother. He looked tired, desperate, and so hurt. And it was obvious he had just cried. Conrad's heart clenched painfully, seeing that.
Wolfram caught a glimpse of his brother's observation and roughly, dried his eyes, harshly asking :
" What do you want?! Get away!!"
Conrad was mute for a moment before saying:
" I'm sorry Wolf, I can't. I'd like to talk to you about that..."
" Don't you hear me! Just get the fuck off and mind your own business!"
" Wol..."
" I don't want your pity!" Conrad dropped his gaze. Okay, certainly it was still too early to talk to him. He stepped back, ready to join the castle but he stopped and said:
" All I know is everything you want is to be with Yuuri again...and I want to help you."
He went away. The young mazoku felt his heart too heavy. He couldn't bear the fact he was inspiring so much pity from the others. It was awfully humiliating and degrading for him. It was all because he was crazy in love with Yuuri, because Yuuri didn't know how to take it, because the king was too idiot to accept, and because he was himself a fool for keeping loving him. But he couldn't say bye to the dark-haired boy, the worst for him would be to see Yuuri with someone else, be happy with someone else while he could be happy with him. Wofram refused to give him to another person. Yuuri was...him, no matter how much they had been hurt. He would have Yuuri once again, he was sure, and this time, he wouldn't screw up everything. He would even crawl on the floor and loose a bit of his pride if it could help him to have Yuuri back. Anyway, he was already called " the slut mazoku" in the entire kingdom since the betrayal.
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Yuuri woke up in his large bed, feeling the cool temperature. He stood up.
He was about to go to the bathroom when he saw a letter on the bedside. Taking it curiously, he observed it with every angle, finding just: For the Demon King.
He didn't recognize the writing but cautiously, he opened it. It was an old paper, a little yellowish. Reading the message, his blood froze:
Demon Shit
You'll pay for everything you made to my son. Count your last days.
Oh...Damn. Who wanted his death now? Was it a joke?
Frozen till bones, Yuuri wasn't able to move until someone knocked on his door. His mind came back to him. This was Conrad, smiling and casual as always.
" Good morning, Heika. Have you slept well?"
" I have, Conrad, thanks..."
Conrad's expression changed:
" Is something...troubling you, your Highness?"
Yuuri had to be careful. Even though he didn't want to be a coward, he had to show everything to his most trust-worthy man.
" Hold on"
He gave the letter to Conrad who read it, concerned. His hazel eyes immediately got cold and pert.
" Who could have written this?"
" I noticed it before you came here. It was next to my bed."
" Maybe one of the domestics brought it here. But it's strange you didn't see it sooner. As if it just landed on your bedside..."
At that moment, someone knocked on the door. The two men looked who it was.
Wolfram.
Wolfram with red roses on his arms. A weak smile was gracing his face while he made two steps to present himself. Apparently, he had forgotten Yuuri's last cold behavior towards him.
" Good morning, Heika. I'm bringing you some roses that I picked up for you this morning. I hope you like it." He waited.
As Conrad's eyes softened and he smiled, Yuuri's eyes narrowed slightly and his face became stricter. Of course, Wolfram noticed it and lost a bit of his joy. He wanted to look away but he kept his eyes on him. Conrad, noting all the situation wanted to help:
" Heika, these roses are beautiful. Don't you want to put them into a vase to decorate your room? Wolfram chooses the good ones. It matches with your curtains."
Yuuri looked embarrassed and Wolfram didn't know if he should thank or yell at Conrad. He was waiting, looking calm but inside, his heart was beating too fast. After an awkward silence, Yuuri accepted:
" You can put them in the vase next to my bed."
Wolfram delicately put the roses on the bedside. Before he finished, he glanced at the bed, and his eyes saddened greatly. To think he was sleeping here some months before with his beloved Yuuri. Wolfram would have given all the gold from world to be here once again. He hoped no one else would have this luck. He hoped so dearly.
" Well, Heika...I'm going to tell the others about the letter. But you should eat before joining us."
" Right." Lasagna entered with the breakfast. Her eyes softly sparkled when she saw Yuuri and Wolfram beside each one.
" Here, Your Highness. I let it on your table."
" Thank you a lot, Lasagna."
She smirked before leaving, closing the door, thinking about the gossips she would tell the others.
Yuuri was about to sit when he looked at Wolfram:
" What do y..."
" A letter? Which letter?"
Yuuri remained silent before he said:
" This morning, I found a letter on my bedside. Someone is accusing me for making bad things to their son. And they want to kill me."
Wolfram's eyes hardened, shocked:
" What? Someone is frightening you!"
" Yes, but I don't know who. I don't know what they're talking about and what I have done. But it seems very serious."
" Don't care. We're here to protect you. No one will harm you."
" Of course. I won't care too much. I trust Conrad enough to protect me."
It was a stab in Wolfram's heart. His lower lip was shaking. Why did Yuuri keep telling him Conrad was better than him? Wolfram restrained his pain, swallowing, and tried to smile a little. He replied:
" I'm sure of it. As long as you're not harmed. Everything is okay." Wolfram bowed in respect when Yuuri sat down to eat and left the room. Yuuri had noticed Wolfram's change though he refused to see his responsability in it. Wolfram had...cheated on him, right? So it meant he didn't care at all about him, right? Wolfram might have even slept with others during the engagement. Now, he doubted of the blond's loyalty. Who knows how many months would have passed without anyone knowing Wolfram had sex with a soldier? Yuuri shook his head, not yearning to think about a disgusting subject.
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In the king office, there were Yuuri, Conrad, Gwendal, Gunter, Murata and Wolfram. They were talking about the letter. For them, it was extremely serious.
" I don't remember Heika being mean with someone." Gunter said "We should know who could have been hurt by his Highness, though I find it ridiculous."
" Yes. " Conrad added.
" What's the strangest is the fact someone has succeeded to bring that letter in his Highness' room, without being noticed." Gwendal said, frowning. " Usually and normally, letters are let in his office and when he's awake, and not when he sleeps."
" I thought about that too" Conrad replied. " No one can enter like this in Heika's room. But..."
" But the domestics can." Wolfram cut. " Three of them. Lasagna, Doria and Segria. One of them has surely brought this horrible letter in Yu...in Heika's bedroom. We must ask them about that, to know if it's a stupid joke or if someone we don't know, who's searching for troubles to the king, has asked one of them or the three to bring that letter."
" That sounds perfectly coherent and logical." Conrad smilingly said. "For the moment, his majesty has to be protected."
" Why do you mean by that, Conrad?" Yuuri asked.
" You should never be alone, whenever and wherever you could be."
" Well, you mean...I should have personal bodyguards?"
" Yes...You used to have Wolfram by your sides, he protected you in a good way, I think he should take this place again." Conrad suggested while Gwendal examined the letter again.
The two young boys flushed.
" Conrad is right." Gunter replied. " I think you agree, Wolfram?"
The latter was still red and stammered:
" Um...I would totally agree...If I was sure his Majesty agrees too."
Everyone looked at Yuuri, embarrassed. He gave a glance at Conrad whose eyes clearly asked to accept. For his sake.
" Yes...I think I can trust Wolfram for that."
Wolfram brightly smiled. If Yuuri had still some trust for him, there was hope. He followed his ex-fiancé when Yuuri started to get out to join his daughter. Everybody left the office, only Murata and Gwendal stayed.
" Can I ask you why you remained so silent during the talk?" Gwendal asked.
" Well...I was thinking about something insulting for the three brothers in this room, about this letter." Murata revealed, smiling.
" And what is it?"
" Von Voltaire...I don't think it's..."
" Tell me, no need to hide what you think."
" ...Good. You know...Yuuri and Wolfram are no longer together. Von Bielefeld still suffers a lot because of this. And you know, your little brother is still a baby for your mother. Maybe the ex-queen is angry towards the king."
" How you've said, it's insulting." Gwendal dryly cut. He was about to leave when he stated:
" Mother has some quircks but she's not crazy. Do you honestly think she would do that?"
And he left.
TBC...
Eirina.
