Saving Dying Angels
A/N—I own nothing. Hahaha You can't sue me… Well you can but it won't do much good. So there!
Pairing—Yuri/Wolfram (duh!)
Summary—He finally got Wolfram to leave him alone. It is a time for celebration and happiness, so what if nobody has seen Wolfram leave his room in over a week. Yuri didn't care…Right?
Warning—This story is rated M and you should be warned that there will be self-mutilation involved as well as other adult (mature) themes. If this bothers you then you are free to leave. Remember you have been warned.
Last Time--"He had taken all of Yuri's rejection over the course of the last four years as if Yuri was just a young scared boy. Okay so Yuri was a young scared boy but now he was more confidant and he showed that he did care somewhat for Wolfram.
At least Wolfram thought that he did…"
"Tell me what I should think.
Tell me what to do.
Bind my will so that only you can get to me.
Hurt me.
Deceive me.
Lie to me.
Betray me.
Pull my heart out with your "love".
Kill me with you desire.
Punish me for living with you.
For loving you.
Do whatever you want,
Just don't leave me."
"Wow. Who know that Wolfram could write like that?" Yuri was currently reading the small leather diary that he found in a drawer in Wolfram's room. It had been almost two days and there was still now sign of the blonde haired prince. The whole castle was on guard, told to keep their eyes open for the prince.
Yuri was still trying to figure out why his friend had ran in the first place, but he couldn't. He did have a feeling that there was something that he was missing but he couldn't place what it might be. To make matters worse Conrad hadn't been talking to him. Well okay he talked to him but only when he as addressed first. It was strange and rather annoying.
Another day has passed…………………………………………………………………………..
To say that Yuri was pissed would be an understatement. He was beyond any normal meanings for anger. "It has been three days and NO ONE can find him!" The double black boy was pacing in front of his desk in his main study. A small group of soldiers stood before him waiting for him to just blow. "Three days and none of you idiots can find one boy who, I must add, sticks out of any crowd."
Stopping his movements, the young king stared at the people before him. A look of disgust on his face. "What good are you then?!" No one dared to answer him. "Get out." Yuri looked at Gunter, Conrad and Gwendel, piercing them with a cold died stare. "All of you."
"You Majesty…"
"Get. Out."
Three very tired looking men left their king to himself, not knowing what he was going to do.
In Yuri's bedroom………………………………………………………………………………..
The young king sat on the edge of his overly large bed trying his hardest not to cry. He reached over and grabbed the small book from its drawer.
Breath
Take a deep breath
Let it out slowly.
Close your eyes
And jump.
Feel the cold water
As it rushes over your body.
The rush it gives
Is indescribable.
Take a deep breath
Let it out slowly.
Close your eyes
And pull.
Feel the cold blade
Slice open your skin.
The rush it brings
Is unbelievable.
Take a deep breath
Let it out slowly.
Close your eyes
And scream.
Let out your hate
Direct your fury at me.
The rush it brings
Is unbearable.
I take a deep breath
But I can't let it out.
I close my eyes
And struggle.
Feeling the pain of the water
As it stings my cuts.
The rush it brings you
Is my death.
You want me to love you…
Don't hold your breath.
"I wonder what drove him to write like this?"
"Why don't you ask him?"