Yuuri and Wolfram Fan-Fiction
Chapter three: Not a Failure
Disclaimer: I do not own these amazing characters; only my writing, my anime character self "Emiri", the weird accent maid and this story line~
It has been four days. Four days since he had found his new muse. His new will to live without Yuuri. The servant girl; Emiri. He had started training her to become strong, and fight back; like he had long ago. The past four days they had met in the west foyer for practice, but she was an hour late. He taped his foot anxiously, he was a very impatient person; she should know by now-
Before he could finish his ranting thought; his eye caught something. Someone. Yuuri. He was just outside the foyer. Wolfram ran to the nearest wall and slid behind it, watching Yuuri from behind it's shielding. He was with their adopted daughter. He was smiling, tossing her around in the air; the sight was truly blissful. The image of perfection in an average family life. Wolfram's heart sank as he remembered he had been ripped from that image. But then he wondered, Was I ever really in it all all…
It was night time; and Wolfram still hadn't seen Emiri at all. He wondered about her. But in the back of his mind all he could think about was Yuuri, and how happy he was without him. How much better off he seemed somehow. Suddenly he felt himself crashing onto the floor. He looked to see he had run into a maid; who was also now on the floor. He quickly stood and to the maid's surprise he helped her up. She blushed and thanked him. "Hey…" He started to say, with a slightly distant look, "Do you know a servant girl named Emiri-" He started to ask but before he could finish the maid answered excitedly, in a strange accent;
"I sure do know her, I do! Sweetest little thing I ever did meet, she is!" She almost yelled through the empty narrow halls.
Wolfram raised an eye brow, "Right, well do you know where she is-"
"Oh," The maid replied, sympathy in her golden eyes, "Sure do. She's with them darn nasty guard pigs, she is. Getting beat into far into last week I should think, I should."
"I think you mean into next week-" He started to correct, but then ignored it and added, "Wait, guards! Maid, do you know where there are-"
"I sure do, I do!" The maid answered again before Wolfram could finish. "Down the next hall, first door on the left is where they are, Biggest darkest room in the castle it is!"
"Thank you!" Wolfram said to her, cutting her off this time; and quickly hugging her before darting down to the next hall; leaving her pushing him her glasses, her cheeks red, and whipping her nose bleed with a smile on her lips. "He is sexy, he is!"
Wolfram flung open the door to the large, dark room. His eyes widened as he saw Emiri's tear stained face under the towering guards shadows in the corner. One held her down on the floor, and the other had his hands on her shirt, as he was starting to life it over her head. She had a gag in her mouth, and her bruised legs were forcefully wrapped around one of the guards.
When the guards saw Wolfram they practically jumped off the girl. Wolfram walked slowly over to the girl, not looking at the guards as he passed them. He took out the gag, and she gasped for air. There was a long silence, and anticipation hung in the air. The Wolfram stood, and walked over to the Guards. Finally he looked into their eyes, and it was like he was already beating them by just looking into their eyes. As Wolfram drew closer, glowing from the flames that began to illuminate around him, the guards screamed.
Wolfram walked back over to Emiri, leaving the guards behind him; burned to death on the ground. She didn't look at wolfram, though his face was clam now; sympathetic. But she could;t take her wide eyes from the dead guards, as she shook violently in the corner. "Are you… afraid of me now…" Wolfram started to ask.
But before he could finished Emiri flung herself on him, wrapping her arms around him and clutching his short tightly as she sobbed. "I tried! I tried to fight back but I couldn't, I failed! I'm a failure!" She cried.
"No." He whispered, wrapping his own arms around her, and pulling her close. "You'e not a failure, you just have to try harder next time…" He started to say, images of Yuuri flashing past in his mind. Tears began to well up in his own eyes as he remembered the times he'd tried to hard, but still failed. And as he repeated, "You're not a failure…" he wasn't sure if he was trying to convince her or himself.
Hey guys. So yeah, this is chapter three. Sorry my chapters are so short, but I plan on having a lot of chapters so it's okay~ XDD
extra:
accent maid: "I'D MARRY WOLFY I WOULD!"
Wolf: "I have a FIENCE!"
Author (me): "I am pretty sure I broke you guys up in the first chapter…"
accent maid: "That means Wolf is single he is!"
Author (me): "NO! I'm emiri and i am currently his "muse" remember! His "new reason for living without yuuri"!"
accent maid: "That don't mean nothing it don't! Wolfy will be mine he will! He's to sexy for you he is!"
Wolf: "I AM STANDING RIGHT HERE!"
accent maid: "He is sexier than a pink dolphin on a windy say he is!"
Wolf and author (me): "WHAT!"
