A/N: Hello minna! Sorry, I took too long again but I promise I'll star to update more often from now on.

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Disclaimer: See first chapter.

Legends:

- blablabla – speech

Blablabla - thoughts

Here we go…

Hello darkness, my old friend

I've come to talk with you again

Because a vision softly creeping

Left its seed while I was sleeping

(Simon & Garfunkel – The sound of silence)

Silence. For the first time since he was flushed into this strange world, Yuuri found the room to be filled with nothing but silence, all eyes jumping from him to Wolfram and back.

Wolfram… – the double black couldn't believe what he had done. Sure, the blond was breathtaking and simply drop-dead gorgeous, but a boy. Not that making that with anyone was okay yet, things seemed a little worse when Yuuri considered this detail – Why you didn't fight back?

Cecile took a deep breath. She could feel the uneasiness among her first and second sons and, considering the Maou was probably oblivious to the severity of the situation, it was up to her to deal with this mess.

- Wolfram, you were caught having sex with the Maou. Is that right?

Yuuri's heart stopped. Of all things, the double black thought it would be his head on a silver plate, not the blonde's. So how come Wolfram was the one treated like a criminal?

- …Yes. – the fire wielder 's voice was nothing but a dull whisper. Green eyes were on the floor, gold locks keeping them hidden from the rest of the world. However, even without looking at the green orbs everybody could tell the once so prideful warrior was now nothing but a small child.

- You allowed yourself to be taken, regardless the fact you were yet to receive Shinou's blessing. – the woman went on, face blank like she was still the Maou. Deep down she was crying, heart slowly ripped to shreds, but she couldn't let it show now. It would only made things harder for his dear Wolfram.

- Yes. – was the small and still dull answer.

Yuuri cringed. He couldn't believe this guy was the hot-tempered, always fighting mazoku. Where the hell was the fire? He had seen the blond in countless battles and in every single one Wolfram fought to the end! Even face to face with death the blond would never back down, barking and biting to his last breath so why? Why wasn't Wolfram fighting back now?

Does he really fells guilty? – truth be told, nobody would believe if Yuuri said he submitted the blond, not even Yuuri himself – He wanted? Is that why?

Cecile bit his lips, trying hard to not hyperventilate. Here they stand, at the climax of this accursed show. One question, just one, and her son's destiny would be sealed, one way or another.

- Do you…– her throat constricted and tears started to gather on her green eyes. Shaking, the once Maou forced a deep breath and started again – Do you…

- Do you know the law? – Gwendal finally stepped in, overcoming his uneasiness to spare his mother the pain. It would not make much difference now but at least he could try and share the burden.

Law? – Yuuri's eyes left Wolfram to find Conrad, feeling even more afraid that he already was. In this extraordinary world so different from Japan, what could be the law for…

For what? Sex before marriage? Cheating? Virginity violation? – suddenly, all that drama seemed so ridiculous at the Maou's eyes he almost laughed – Isn't Wolfram supposed to be mine to begin with?

Yuuri considered voicing his thoughts, after censuring some parts that is, when the fire mazoku slowly lifted his head. Dread filled the room, all hearts stopping when the unwanted words left small pinky lips.

- I do. – holding his breath, Wolfram locked eyes with Yuuri. A single tear was formed, but pale fingers caught it before it had a chance to wet the tired face – And I chose exile.

- What! – the double black nearly screamed, looking around like he was surrounded by the craziest people he ever met. Which was probably true by now – No way! You can't kick Wolf out because of my mistake!

- It's the only option.

Yuuri blinked, for a moment unable to recognize the voice.

Gwendal said that? But his lips didn't move! – slowly, dark eyes left the earth mazoku, wondering over the other occupants in the room. He passed through the two blonds, excluding them for one reason or another, and finally laid his eyes on Conrad.

Still, he couldn't believe.

- Wolfram broke a very important law, Heika. – Conrad keep talking, knowing if he stopped he would most likely never finish. After all, it was his entire fault, wasn't it? – Not only he insulted Shinou by disregarding His blessing but he also insulted you with this outrageous behavior. The only options he has now are exile or death.

- No! – Yuuri's hands became fists, anger processing the usually soft dark orbs – Wolfram will stay! And he won't be harmed either! That's an order!

- It's Shinou's law. Not even you can overlook that, Heika. – Cecile tried to remain calm, for the sake of the others. Yuuri needed to calm down now or all her sons would take the blow.

- He doesn't deserve to die! – the double black screamed this time.

- And I won't.

Yuuri stopped, all that anger melting away by those soft spoken words. Wolfram was…okay with this absurd?

Dark eyes met green and time seemed to halt.

- I won't die, Yuuri. There are still a couple of thing in need to be done. – for a moment, the proud fire wielder was back, talking with elegance and determination and even a small smirk – Now, if I'm excused, I need to pack.

And that was it. Wolfram turned his back for his family and beloved, ready to go back to his room with his head high and no regrets. He was halfway with his mental list of needs when Gwendal's voice froze him on the spot.

- You can't.

The blond forced air in his suddenly empty lungs, mind racing at full speed. Did he forget some detail? And, even if he did, does it really matter? It wasn't like his fate could get worse, right?

Right.

Turning on his wheels slowly, Wolfram met his brother's eyes questioning.

- You chose your path. Now you follow it.

All the remaining color in Wolfram's face was drained.

Cecile flinched, incapable to keep his face blank any longer. Conrad closed his eyes, defeated. Gwendal kept his eyes on green ones, silently pleading for his baby brother forgive him one day and Yuuri…

Yuuri just lost it.

- How can you say that! – hands closed into fists once again, the Maou seemed ready to fight and the earth mazoku briefly considered if, given a chance, he would – This is not some random criminal we're talking about! This is Wolfram! Your little brother and my fiancée!

- Ex-fiancée. The engagement was over the moment he allowed his body to be taken. – Gwendal's stern voice cut Yuuri's shouts like a sharp knife.

- Is he your ex-brother as well? – the double black tried to keep going but he couldn't, for the life of him, find the energy to scream again. Gwendal was a brick wall for him. A big, inflexible wall that could smash friends and foes alike given the right reasons.

- Never. – it was nothing but a whisper and even the Maou wasn't sure he caught it right – But there is nothing I can do.

- Aniue, please. – once again, the powerful blond was reduced to a child. A very scared, very lonely child. – At least let me change. I can't leave like this.

- No. – Forgive me…

- It's not for me! It's…– Wolfram raised his voice for the first time, taking a defensive stance without even realizing, hand resting over his stomach. However, even if all of this just took half of a second to happen, the blond took the same time to realize what he was about to say. Green eyes widened and the fire mazoku closed his mouth.

A moment of silence passed, both Gwendal and Yuuri silently judging Wolfram's stance, thinking if the blond would be bold enough to draw his sword if he had it. Yet, the fact remains said blond was still wearing his pink nightshirt, nothing more.

- It's just…too cold… – Wolfram finished lamely, all light gone from his eyes.

- Wolf… –Yuuri whispered, bringing dull green eyes back to him. However, there was nothing left to say. The Maou was helpless, devastated and utterly miserable, still no words came out to voice his poor state.

- Can I… – the blond started slowly, unsure if his plea would be heard this time – Can I have a moment with…Heika?

Gwendal opened his mouth but Yuuri cut him with a sharp glare. There would be no complains this time! No traditions or stupid laws! The Maou would grant Wolfram his wish or the entire castle would feel his wrath.

- Out. – the double black ordered in a cold voice never heard before – All of you.

A moment later there was just the two of them.

- Thank you. – Wolfram' s voice was sincere, as was his sigh. His stance relaxed a bit too, even if he kept one hand on his stomach.

Yuuri smiled a sad smile.

- You can't leave.

- I can. And I will. – the blond dared to take a step closer, eyes locked in some spot behind Yuuri. They were still dull, though – It's for the best.

The soldier again. – the Maou thought bitterly. For once, he'd like to be the one protecting his 'prince charming', not the other way around.

- So, I guess you don't want me to look for you.

The fire mazoku shock his head slowly, a bittersweet smile on his lips.

- Your place is here, in Blood Paige. Like it or not, you have to rule, Yuuri. My brother can't keep doing it for you. – taking a deep breath, Wolfram advanced another step, stopping just a few inches before touching the Maou – You will tell him, right? Say I don't blame him.

The double black bites his lips. Hard.

- If that's what you want. – he finally manage to say after a little while.

- It is. But, Yuuri, could you do me another favor? – it could be just the cold the other was surely feeling, but the Maou could swear the pale face suddenly got a small touch of pink.

- Anything. – the double black said without hesitation, felling his mind slip into a mesmerized state as those green eyes finally came back to him, a shy spark lighting them.

- How do you say 'hope' in Japan?

- Kitai. – Yuuri answered on the spot, still trying to put things together. Innocent like he always was, in wasn't a surprise the Maou hadn't notice the secret good-bye.

Wolfram bites back a smile. The blond wouldn't have it in any other way.

The movement was swift, the perfect combination of speed, power and accuracy. Yuuri never saw what hit him. He just heard himself gasping for air, body suddenly numb and falling. And then…arms. Small, shaking, barely warm arms holding him, guiding him gently to something hard and cold.

Something touched his forehead. Something soft and foreign that got his heart arching, longing.

- Forgive me. – were the words whispered in his ear as everything blurred and faded.

Then, there was only darkness.