I DO NOT OWN KYOU KARA MAOH OR ANY OF IT'S AWESOME CHARACTERS.
WARNINGS : OOC, OC, OC DEATH,
HAVE REFERENCES TO CODE GEASS.
HAPPY READING!
Wolfram walked away from his king immediately after the renouncement. Straight ahead he went to the banquet table, where a servant poured him a glass of red wine. He drank them all in one gulp them ask for another. The servant, a brunette dressed in a maroon vest kept refilling on his glass until the whole content of the wine bottle he was holding emptied.
When his next glass went unfilled, he looked at the waiter, his gaze enough to burn a hole through the poor man, who hurriedly popped a new bottle of strong cognac and filled his glass.
"You should probably slow down on the drink, Wolfram," a husky voice came up behind him.
He turned around, shocked to have a man sneaked up on him without him realizing it. His eyes widen in recognition at the face smiling broadly at him. His porpoise long hair tight in a ponytail at the back of his head. Golden eyes bored into emerald, shining in glee.
"Rakell?" he asked softly, voice low with his brows furrowed.
"I'm glad you still remember," his grey hair swished at his back as he speaks. He spread his arm, pulling the blond to his chest.
"Of course I remember you, idiot! Although... it had been so long," he spoke, voice muffled on the man's navy jacket.
Rakell hummed softly. It's true; it had been a long time. The blond had grown taller, albeit only a little. Their hug lasted for a few more several seconds before the blond pulled away, sensing that it was inappropriate for him to be hugging a guy only hours after his engagement ended.
"Where did you come from?" the blond initiated as he called for the servant, who hurriedly passed him another glass of cognac. Rakell took the drink and took a sip, his eyes wondering to the watching eyes around them.
"Can we somehow go to somewhere a little private? I have important matters to talk to you about," he asked, his head indicated at the huge crowd in the oval. Wolfram nodded slowly. He surveyed his surrounding and noted that his king was talking with a few ladies and his brothers were both busy talking with Gunter near the throne.
He pulled the man out from the ballroom swiftly, hoping that no one would see them going out together. He dragged the man to his mother's private garden, at the back of the palace. He had thought of bringing him to his room, but even to him the idea seemed scandalous.
They sat at a bench in the centre of the garden, overlooking a marble fountain. Wolfram leaned back on his back and crossed his legs, inhaling the scent of flora around them. Rakell looked to his left, marvelling in the beauty of Wolfram's face.
Wolfram turned to his right, attempting to start a conversation when he was greeted by two gleaming golden eyes looking intently at him. He backed away and turned to eye the fountain.
"You have grown exceptionally more beautiful, Amora," he said, smirking when he saw the blonde blushed.
"What are you... talking about?" he stammered. He had always been called beautiful, even pretty sometimes. But Rakell has a different aura to him that made his heart shook. Yup, that's Rakell for you. He is stunningly handsome, very smart, a sweet talker, and to top it off, he is seemingly the perfect human. A perfect counterfeit for who he really is.
"I'm talking about you, and your beauty, shaiyang," he said, his voice indifferent. 'Shaiyang' Wolfram remembered that it meant 'lover' in Rakell's mother tongue.
"Rakell, that is highly inappropriate thing to say, especially to me," he replied, not turning to see the man smirking at him.
"It would've been inappropriate, had you been someone's intended. Although, I do remember seeing the froideur look on the Demon King when he finally broke you off from your bind," he said, his voice deep with amusement.
Wolfram glared at the ground and licked his suddenly dry lips.
"I'm sorry, that was overboard," Rakell added, noticing the changing atmosphere around them. Wolfram shrugged and leaned on his knees.
"What are you doing here, Rakell?" he asked, his voice cold and void of any emotions. He heard a gleeful small laugh from the man next to him, and turned to see the man broadly smiling at him.
"What? Can't I visit my shaiyang?" Wolfram rolled his eyes and leaned back on the bench.
"Come on, Rakell. We both know you won't come here just to see me. You haven't even once come here. Not in the last 10 years," he said, looking back at the latter, his eyes demanding the truth. The gentlemen straightened his back, the ambience of their descant turning serious.
"I came here to take you back to Prima,"
Wolfram looked at him, his eyes ringing with shock.
"It's time?" Rakell nodded.
"The Augur had a dream about a week ago. She said that the Aku No had been dwelling in this world for nearly a month already," he said slowly.
"A month?" Wolfram drawled back. That is a long time. And an awfully long time when they're talking about Aku No.
"Yes. She said that it is waiting for something, or that something is blocking it. I don't know, she started blabbering and I was sent here to fetch you," he continued. Wolfram bit his lips. What is it waiting for? What is blocking the Aku No? He needed to go back to Prima. The time is counting down and they have a lot to prepare.
"Let's go," he stood from his seat, his emerald eyes gleaming.
"Are you sure? You don't want to say goodbye first?"
"If I do, my brothers will never let me go. And the king will continue to ask questions until I let him come with us. They should all be kept away from this. There is nothing they can do anyway,"
Rakell stood up and stretched his hands.
"Sterno" he said slowly under his breath.
Wolfram took a step back and gasped as a pair of wings made of a metallic compound grew on his back, tearing his navy blazers. He had never seen them before.
"Since when did they turn metallic?" he asked as Rakell spread his wings, the metal feathers glistening and shining under the moonlight as the din of the fringe clang against each other. Rakell smiled fondly.
"I elevated to Mage last year, they're new," he bragged, "but we'll talk later. Someone might see us." Wolfram stepped closer to him, close enough that their breaths mingle. Rakell wrapped his hands around Wolfram, pulling him closer.
In a second, the metallic wings turned to the colour of the shadow, then the colour of their night. Soon, their presence was no longer felt in the gardens.
"Welcome back, Arthfael" the old man smiled to him as he walked to his altar, his black cloak swishing in the dark. The silver throne he sat on gleamed in the dark room, his face shadowed by the moonlight pouring from the huge glass pane behind him.
"Thank you, Verge," Wolfram said took the man's left finger and kissed his onyx encrusted gold ring.
"It feels good to be back," he said as he took a step back, and conjured his maryoku, illuminating the room in a faint orange glow. He revelled in the surge of magik flowing in his being. Yes, it feels good to be back.
"We have something for you, Arthfael" the old man said, holding out a shiny black envelope with golden trimming to him. Wolfram raised his eyebrow. So soon? Wolfram opened the letter and read his first task, his eyes widen in recognition.
"You're going to greet your brothers and sisters, Wolfram," he exclaimed as the blond smiled up to him.
Hi everyone,its Anies Miarie again.
I AM SO SORRY I took such a long time to update, and it is such a short one! Worry not, I have the plot lined out, thanks to a guest review, and will be writing the next chapter as fast as I can. With that mentioned, I would also like to let you know that I changed my mind, this series will be longer than I first intended it, may be up to 10 chapters.
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