Awakening
Yuri woke up with a jolt. "That dream..it was so realistic", he pondered as he closed his eyes. He could almost see every scene, every sight of his dreamscape. The cries of war, the sight of bodies on the bloody battlefield and the stench of blood were still fresh in his mind. He couldn't help but shiver as his mind was flooded with images of a war-torn land. "I must had that dream for a reason, but what?" During his reign as the Demon King, he had learned to trust his gut instincts. Right now, they are practically screaming "There's something wrong!" at him. A sudden tug of his shirt from the right brought Yuri out of his musings. He looked rightwards when he was greeted with the sight of Wolfram tugging his shirt. He just sighed and shook his head. A ray of sunlight shone through the gaps of his enormous curtains, shining onto his face.
"I suppose that's a sign for me to get out of bed, huh?"
With much difficulty, Yuri wrestled his shirt away from Wolfram's Death Grip. He then tip-toed out of his chambers as quietly as he could, after all Wolfram wasn't a great fighter for nothing. He would have woken up at the slightest of noise. He walked to the castle gardens, greeting maids and servants along his way. It was a common sight in Blood Castle of the Demon King being greeted warmly and respectfully by the servants as he returned the greetings with a smile and wave of his hand. He soon reached the courtyard where he stretched his body, cringing at the sound of his bones cracking. Yuri took a deep breath then sighed. It seemed to be just like any another day in The Great Demon Kingdom but after yesterday's events, who is to say that things would remain the same?
Yuri stood in the courtyard, yawning as he did his morning stretches. "I suppose a morning run would wake me up" he mumbled to himself as he rubbed his eyes with the back of his right hand groggily.
'Eh, Ruhi-chan?" as Yuri saw his childhood friend from the corner of his eyes. She was standing at the entrance of the courtyard, her eyes transfixed on every stone, every shrub.
"Ruhi-chan! Morning" he exclaimed, waving his arm as he walked towards her.
"Yu-chan" she greeted in reply, smiling warmly at him.
"How was your first night here? I mean, 've been here before but not as you. I mean…" Yuri said sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his neck.
Haruhi grinned as she patted his shoulder. "I understand what you mean. It's been confusing, having two sets of memories in me. There are times when I don't even know who I am! Am I Fujioka Haruhi, a normal teenager in Japan? Or am I Yulia Juliet von Einzburg, wife of the Great One?" as she sighed.
Yuri looked at his longtime friend. She looked just exhausted, the dark circles beneath her eyes stood out against her pale skin.
"C'mon" Yuri held his hand out to her, "We're going to have some fun instead, like old times"
"Like old times" she repeated. A smile crept onto Haruhi's face as she gently placed her hand in his. A light giggle escaped her lips as Yuri ran out of the courtyard, pulling her along.
A pair of eyes watched the scene unfolded in the courtyard. His hands grasped the heavy curtains tightly as Wolfram watched his fiancé holding another woman's hand as they ran out of the courtyard. Even from Yuri's bedroom, he could see a bright smile gracing Yuri's features.
"It hurts, doesn't it?" Wolfram spun around to see the Great One leaning against the wall opposite him with his arms crossed across his chest.
"Isn't she your wife? Shouldn't you be there with her?" sneered Wolfram.
The Great One tsked in response, "Mannners, manners. Obviously your manners isn't your selling point."
He looked out of the window at their retreating figure. "That girl was my wife. Now, she is just another girl. For now, at least."
Wolfram merely glared at him. "Leave, this is my bedroom."
The Great One raised his eyebrow in reply then chuckled, "Instead of being rude to your elders, I suggest you spend more time with your fiancé. After all, she is his childhood friend. She probably know him better than you do"
"I could say the same to you. After all, she was your wife. She still remembers. And so do you." Wolfram retorted.
The Great One just smiled, "It may be so but she is no longer her" as he disappeared before Wolfram's eyes.
O.o.O.o.O.o.
It was not an unfamiliar sight to see Lord Wolfram running around Blood Oath Castle, looking for the Demon King. It is however, when the said Lord Wolfram is running around, asking for the whereabouts of the Demon King and his female guest.
Rumors swept the entire castle like a gust of wind. Servants were gossiping among themselves about their Demon King, Lord Wolfram and the mysterious female guest.
"What!" barked Wolfram at the servants who were staring and whispering at him as he stormed around the castle looking for Yuri.
"Lord Wolfram…" one of the maids said timidly.
"Spit it out!" 'Damn it! Where are they?' as Wolfram thought of countless scenarios in his head, involving his fiancé and that girl.
"…love triangle?"
"Wait. What did you say again?"
The maid swallowed nervously as she repeated. "Is it true that His Highness, Lord Wolfram and His Highness's guest are having a love triangle?"
"No!" Wolfram sputtered. "How did you get that absolutely ridiculous notion from?"
"Well, His Highness and his guest came to the kitchen earlier and he said, ha said…"
Wolfram clenched then unclenched his fist. "What did he say?" he gritted out through his teeth.
The maid wiped her clammy palms onto her apron as she blurted, "His Highness requested all of us to leave the kitchens. He said he had something to do there with his guest."
It was then when Wolfram really felt it. Anger, rage and jealousy. These were quite normal whenever he sees his fiancé close to anyone. But this time, he felt threatened.
And Wolfram saw red.
Author Note: I have no excuses. I'm sorry for the long wait.
