A/N: Hey guys! Again sorry for such a long delay in updates! One more before the chapter y'all have been waiting on. The next chapter will explain it all. Just bear with me, for a little while after this chapter as I have to work on the minutia of the problem for Magical Instincts. Thanks a bunch. Yes, this chapter is going to explain the problems Yuri is having! The next chapter will explain Magical Instincts as a whole. Please stay with me a little while longer?! I hope you all enjoy this chapter. Thanks!

Chapter Four: 100% Undeniable

As Gisela carried a now unconscious Yuri to his chambers, she felt herself becoming quite panicked and anxious. She glanced to the hand that was continuing to rub His Majesty's chest and then to the face of said hand. Conrart looked just as anxious as she. She knew what the king meant to her friend and comrade. In fact, she would be guessing that he was more anxious than her, knowing that he did not having any theories as to his godson's plight. Her thoughts flashed from anxiety and panic to empathy and guilt than back again. She didn't like keeping anything from them, especially as it concerned Yuri. She just had to wait for His Eminence to return with the already known confirmation. She knew what was wrong with her king. She didn't want to make the others panic, well panic more than they already were, until she had reason to.

With almost 100% surety that she knew what was causing her king's plight, she knew that if he survived this great battle of wills than he would become as strong as the Great One himself. For she knew that it was something that the only other person to have these symptoms was the Great One. But the scary thing was, according to legend and the chronicles, that the Great One almost didn't survive this battle. This sickness. But since he did it made him one of the most powerful demon kings, no, the most powerful demon king.

Conrad and Wolfram were hurrying along with Gisela to Yuri's chambers. Conrad continuing to rub Yuri's chest. He had panicked when he saw that his godson had passed out again. First his stomach, and the dizzy spells, then the fall, then fever, now he can't even talk! Then his chest hurts him so bad… what is going on with Yuri? Now he had to pass out again. This is truly scaring me. I know that Gisela and Murata know what's going on with him, but they can't tell me without confirmation from him! I need to know what is wrong with my godson. My king. My friend. Conrad knew it was wise not to panic, but he couldn't keep himself calm, at least inside his own head.

His arm was growing a tad heavy now, with his continued ministrations, but thought nothing of it, as it seemed to keep Yuri calm and restful. He noted on the side of his mind that Wolfram looked just as worried as he did. He was about to say some comforting words to his little brother when they reached Yuri's chambers. Yosak was already there, and he opened the door for them to pass through without any stopping to wait.

They entered the chambers, and Gisela's stride quickened as she went towards the bed. She very gently laid Yuri down after Wolfram pulled the covers back. Conrad nodded gratitude to his little brother. Wolfram nodded back. Conrad noticed that Wolfram's eyes were wet, and again was stopped by comforting his little brother when the chamber doors were opened once again. Appearing through the door was Gwendel with a large bucket of ice water and several cloths on his shoulder. He hurried over to the bedside and put the bucket and cloths down on the side table. He then stepped closer to Gisela and watched as she laid her hand on the king's forehead again.

Conrad heard a gasp and quickly looked up to see Gisela looking frighteningly panicked. "What is it, Gisela?" He asked quickly. She looked up to him and then back at Yuri before replying, "Well, Conrart, his fever is rising even higher. We need to get it down as soon as possible, we have to keep his fever in control. If we don't, then he could… he could…" Conrad couldn't believe that Gisela, the most calm of all medical soldiers was starting to panic. He knew he had to do something. He reached out and put his hand on her shoulder, slightly startled at the shaking underneath the almost calm exterior. "Gisela," he whispered to her urgently but calmly. "You need to be calm, Yuri needs you." Gisela took a big inhale, held it for a few seconds, and then exhaled. Conrad, satisfied that the trembling had stopped and Gisela seemed calm he released her shoulder to let her continue speaking. He moved around to the other side of the big bed, carefully got on, and scooted his way over to where he was sitting crossed legged next to Yuri to continue with his chest ministrations.

"Thank you, Conrad," She said calmly but a little more loudly and clearly. "I need you remove His Majesty's shirt. Gwendel, scoot the side table closer to me and hand me a cloth." Both men did as she heeded. When activity was finished. She took the cloth Gwendel handed her and she dropped it into the ice water bucket. She then took a dry cloth and wiped all the sweat from Yuri's brow and now bare chest. By the time she was done, she was awed at how the cloth was now drenched. She threw it over her shoulder with perfect precision into the laundry basket on the other side of the room. She then took the cloth out of the ice water and placed in on Yuri's brow.

As soon as it hit his brow, Yuri gasped and started to squirm, although not opening his eyes. He is becoming restless and panicky although being unconscious! He thought and soon enough Gisela came to the same conclusion. "Although he is not conscious, he is distressed. Conrad, Gwendel, I need you to hold him down so he does not become hypertensive, well… more than he is now anyways. It won't benefit him at all!" As she finished saying this Conrad took one of his arms and held down as Gwendel took the other. They noticed that his legs were still kicking themselves freely, but before either of them could make a move to grab them, Wolfram sat on them as carefully but as quickly as he could.

Wolfram noticed that Conrad, Gisela and Gwendel were all staring at him. "What?" He asked, "It's not only gonna be you all that will help my fiancé!" All three chuckled and nodded. They all knew that this was gonna be tough on the youngest brother. Conrad now knew that he might not have to worry as much as he thought at first over Wolfram.

Before any of them could thank Wolfram for his deed, Yuri's jerking and squirming, his fighting needlessly, became much stronger in strength. It took everything all three brother's had to keep him still, and from hurting himself. But just as soon as it began, Yuri ceased all movement. All eyes turned toward Yuri. What they saw frightened them and then filled them with relief. Yuri's eyes were opened but full of dread. He was trying to talk, to tell them something but his voice would not come! He struggled him arms, looking to Conrad and then to Gwendel then to Gisela. Gisela understood, she nodded to the brothers, who released the king from their hold.

As soon as he was free from the restraining hands of his friends, he sat up, and then regretted it as again his vision became dizzy and he leaned into Conrad for support. HE looked to Gwendel and motioned with his hands as best he could for something to write with. Gwendel understood instantly as he asked, "Where Your Majesty?" Yuri thought for a split second then point around him to his desk on the other side of the room by the huge floor to ceiling window. Gwendel nodded and turned. He went to the desk, and thanking Yuri in his mind for having not cleaned up before he left, found a quill and several sheets of paper as well as a writing block. (Sort of a clip board in that era) He picked up said items and brought them back and handed him to Yuri. He noticed by the time he got back that Yuri's eyes had become glazed over and almost dull of life. It scared him to see the young boy like this. He was starting to wonder what was taking His Eminence so long. Though knowing he had to ride to the tomb of the Great One, talk to said man, and then ride back, it would take a time, but not this long. He was beginning to worry. And by the looks on all the faces around the king, he saw that they were thinking the same way.

Yuri watched as Gwendel went to his personal desk, picking up the papers and quill that he left from the previous visit, walked back and handed them to him, all the while feeling dizzy and lightheaded. Immediately he took the writing supplies, put them on his lap and began to write. He didn't realize he was writing in Japanese until he handed the paper to Gisela. He waited patiently for Gisela to read the paper and explain what it meant to her.

Gisela looked at the paper that Yuri had handed her. She didn't understand what it meant, though she thought it must have been something he dreamed about. She looked at Yuri quizzically, then asked, "Yuri, is this telling me what you dreamed?" She waited for his answer. He nodded, then kind of felt a bit bad at what she had to say next. "You're Majesty, I cannot read this, this is not our language," she told him, he looked a little bit downtrodden at that, but she felt a spark of hope as she turned to Conrad, "Perhaps you might be able to read it? You have been to his highnesses world before." She looked at him hopefully.

Conrad took the paper and looked at it. He couldn't decipher anything of it. He slowly shook his head while replying, "I am sorry but I have not seen this before, I am not familiar with this type of Japanese." He looked at Yuri who seemed to have more of a dull look in his eyes. He then looked to the door, praying to the gods that Murata would hurry.

As if on cue, the door opened and in walked said teen. Murata strode over to the bed and looked carefully at Yuri. He noticed that that his best friend's eyes were glazed and bright with fever, face flushed, breathing labored a bit, and his body shivering. This is not good, it's already beginning to take effect, soon he will be in a coma so to speak, and I just hope I can manage to tell him everything before the testing trial begins! He took his gaze away from Yuri when he noticed a piece of paper in Conrad's hands. "What is that, you got there, Conrad?" He asked as he held out his hand to take the paper. The man put the paper in his hand saying, "Well, when Yuri was unconscious he seemed to be struggling, apparently dreaming, but when he woke up, he signaled us to get him something to write with, well this is what we got, we just can't read it. I was hoping that you might be able to, since I believe it is a different style of Japanese that I have just not seen before."

Murata took the paper and started to read it. What he read astonished him.

I had a dream, I was talking to myself, the Maoh me, and he told me that I was in the beginning stages of toverachtig Trieb*(1). It is something like intuition. Is this what is happening to me?

Murata was stunned. He himself had just confirmed that this was in fact what Yuri was becoming sick over. But to be able to dream this, this is definitely MI, how can he already be this far into the process already? It's just… shocking to the say the least. Murata couldn't fathom how in the world that his best friend has already entered the beginning of the last stages of the testing trials already. He had no time. He glanced at Yuri. His eyes were drooping. I have no time, I have to hurry before he begins.

"Yuri!" He called to his friend in front of him. Yuri suddenly jerked his head, as did all the others, to his face. "Your right! Toverachtig Trieb is what is going on. In our language it is called Magical Instincts." Before he could finish, he heard Gisela, Gwendel, as well as Conrad gasp at this. Apparently I and Gisela were not the only ones who knew about this, though, I believe Gwendel and Conrad didn't know the affects. Apparently not, as to see their worried expressions are not worried enough. He paused his own thoughts, remembering that he had to warn Yuri of what was coming. He glanced back down at his friend.

What Murata saw when he looked at Yuri made his heart skip a beat and clench with fear. Yuri's eyes were closed and his head was lolled back, mouth gaping. "Darn it," he said harshly, causing all in the room to look at the boy. All were startled to see what had startled Murata. Gisela moved her arms over to readjust Yuri to laying down, noticing the fever had come down some. "You're Eminence, is it confirmed?" Gisela asked Murata. Murata nodded absentmindedly. He looked upset.

Conrad noticed that his godson's friend seemed a little bit more worried and upset than he knew why. But before he could ask, he was beat to it. "Murata?" Wolfram asked. The boy in question gave him a glance, before eyes moving back to his friends. Wolfram grew a little agitated, but knew he was worried so he continued without eye contact. "What is wrong with my fiancé? I do not know about this MI, so to speak, what exactly is it?"

Murata sighed, taking his eyes off a Yuri and glanced around at each person surrounding his friend. He knew that Gisela would understand his worries as for the others he knew he was in for a long discussion and explanation. He sighed again, then set himself down on the edge of the bed, put his hand on Yuri's lower leg, took a deep breath and began to explain.

A/N: (1) German Translation for Magical Instincts