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TBMRW (Chapter 6)
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THE MAOU'S ROYAL BATH
SHIN MAKOKU ~ 1715 (MILITARY TIME)
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Water swirling followed by a familiar pull, then the slight jostling follows and finally air. He was relieved to find that Greta's hand was still in his when they surfaced on their other world – Shin Makoku.
"Yuuri-Heika, Hime-sama, welcome home."
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THE MAOU'S ROYAL CHAMBER
SHIN MAKOKU ~ 1750 (MILITARY TIME)
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It hasn't even been an hour since he returned to Shin Makoku and already there are tiny nagging voices in the back of his mind. He shakes his head to dissipate them and breathes in deeply. Staring at his weary reflection in the mirror, he leaned closer to inspect the dark circles that have formed under his eyes.
He knew it would eventually come to this. Now that it finally had he couldn't help but want to delay it further. He was a coward but more than that he was an even bigger liar. The thought of him being both makes him want to smash the mirror standing in front of him that reflected himself.
"Yuuri…"
The young King turned, behind him his daughter stood. Her brown eyes looked upon him with curiosity and concern. Something churned in the pit of his stomach, he could no longer discern if it was chagrin, agitation or something else entirely. He lets his eyes flutter shut for a moment and swallows, hoping that it will push down the bitter taste of rising bile on his tongue.
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THE MAOU'S ROYAL CHAMBER
SHIN MAKOKU ~ 1805 (MILITARY TIME)
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What are you thinking of, Yuuri?
The double black sitting across her looked like a different man. Gone is the usual sparkle in his eyes along with the perpetual smile that always seemed to settle on his lips. She knows he hasn't been sleeping. She's heard the adults talking in the wee hours of the night.
She placed her teacup down on the saucer, her eyes not leaving her father's form. A part of her knew why he wanted to talk and she knew very well just what it would be about.
"Greta…" Her double black father apprehensively starts, tangible tension rolling off his form.
She focuses all her attention on him and releases her grasp of the cookie she just grabbed from the platter. Knots formed in her stomach, each one growing tighter and tighter until she was no longer certain about who was more nervous between them, her or her father.
"I'm sorry." He said softly, unwilling to meet her gaze.
With those two words her lips unintentionally curved into a small smile. She lets it stay on her face and waits; under the table her hands gripped the fabric of her skirts tightly to stop them from trembling.
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Yuuri sneaked glances at his daughter, unsure of what to say next to the young girl sitting in front of him. Right now, she reminded him of a rigid porcelain doll left on a shelf. He clears his throat and waits, looking for a change in her expression but there was none.
He falls back on his seat and in his mind he goes over the multitude of things that he wanted to say, things that he wanted to explain, but the more he did, the more overwhelmed and scared he felt.
Where do I start? He wonders.
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"You cheated and got caught."
He snapped out of his reverie and gaped at his daughter. He lowered his head a moment later, fists shaking under the table.
"I saw you kiss that wench." The young girl tells him nonchalantly. "She's the one, right?"
His cheeks burned in shame and her words left him speechless. He watched her take a cookie from the platter and break it in half. She looked so unruffled, so at ease – so much like Wolfram.
Popping a bit of the cookie in her mouth, she faced him and asked, "Since when?"
He froze, unable to answer as a prickling sensation started to form in the back of his throat. His words were lost and muddled in his head.
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A part of her wanted to scream and lash out as she watched him stay quiet in his seat. It was frustrating and difficult but she felt that she needed to somehow confirm where things stand. Doing her best to steady her shaking voice, she asked again, "Since when, Yuuri?"
There's a flicker of hesitation in his eyes and it's enough to ensnare her heart in a cage of dejection, as if she was a lone soldier still fighting a battle that has already been lost.
"Over a year ago." Yuuri eventually answers, albeit softly. His eyes focused on the tea leaves sitting on the bottom of his cup.
His three words fell upon her like bricks. She looked away from him and off into a distance, finishing the cookie she held in her hand.
"I see." She breathes, their family is really breaking and there isn't anything she can do to stop it. Nodding, she did her utmost best to fight back her tears.
Gingerly, she lifted her teacup and with all the calm she can muster gently placed it on her lip and took another sip. She didn't want to show him the tempest that was currently brewing inside her. Deep down she wanted to break down and cry, she wanted to smash the teacup in her hand into a million pieces but she wouldn't do any of that – her pride as Wolfram's daughter won't let her.
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Yuuri continued to steal glances at the young girl sitting across him. This was turning out to be too far from what he had imagined and anticipated. She was taking it much calmer and easier than he thought she would.
"You're not…going to ask me why?" He finally dared, looking up from his cup and gazing at his daughter's face.
Greta paused in her seat and the simple action unnerved him. Her big brown eyes looked directly at him and then she chuckled, as if it was the silliest thing she's ever heard.
"Isn't it because Papa Wolfram's a man and she's a woman?"
He detected a hint of mockery in her tone and it irritated him, he ran a desperate hand through his hair.
"It's not!" He found himself bursting out angrily.
Greta simply looked up at him and smirked in the same manner that Wolfram used to and it stunned him.
"It is, Yuuri." She responded firmly, challenging him. Glaring coldly, she continued. "It wouldn't be someone who resembled Papa Wolfram so closely if it wasn't."
"Belinda is not a replacement for Wolfram!" He argued, knuckles turning white as he intensely gripped the teacup's ear.
"And she never will be!" Greta countered lividly, hands slamming down on the table to make her point.
"You can't get Papa Wolfram out of your mind even if you tried!"
"Greta!" Yuuri screamed, finally rising from his seat, the tea in his cup sloshing. But that didn't faze her, if anything it made her more defiant. She raised her voice above his.
"You ruined our family! You and that fucking whore ruined our family!"
He snapped and before the rational part of his brain could rein his sudden flare; his hand moved and hit the young girl across the face. The back of his hand stung a bitter sting much like his heart.
"Belinda is not…" He tried to reason, his hand shaking. His narrowed eyes widened as a stray tear rolled down his daughter's burning cheek and disappeared under her chin, it left him speechless.
"Greta, I'm…" The double black started, realizing what he had done.
"Sorry?" Greta completed, cradling her cheek. "Is that all you're ever going to say?"
Yuuri didn't answer, couldn't answer.
"I hate sorry." She blurted out, staring at him fiercely. "Specially, the ones that are coming from you lately." Her eyes conveyed the hurt, betrayal and anger she felt. "Does saying it make you feel better? Cause it's only making me feel worse."
Yuuri paled, stung by her words.
"Papa Wolfram left." She closed her eyes, hands tightly gripping the edge of the table they shared. "And it's not because he wanted to part with us, Yuuri. It's because deep down he figured that it was what was best for you. Until the end, he was still only thinking of you."
Tears flowed freely from her anger filled eyes and she swiped at them irately, but no matter how much she did they continued to cascade down her cheeks.
"I'd like to be excused. I have some other things I need to pack." She stood on shaky legs and turned on her heel.
Yuuri quickly left his seat and followed after her.
"Greta." He called, finally reaching her. He rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Don't touch me!" She screamed, startling him.
"I can't help who I love." Yuuri tells her, remorsefully. "I can't see myself with anyone else but her."
"Is that so?" Greta turned to face him a final time. "Well, I don't see why she's so much better."
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Greta hurriedly fled the room. She ran swiftly through the halls, down the stairs, past the courtyard, until exhaustion and aggravation overcame her.
Collapsing on the cold hard ground, Greta covered her mouth with her shaking hands as tears dripped down her face.
She should have known, she had seen the signs early on - Yuuri's frequent absence from Blood Pledge and Wolfram's decreasing to nonexistent interest in Yuuri's affairs.
"No…" she whispers brokenly. "No, no, no…"
If only she wasn't so young, if only she had more power and was much stronger and if only she was a much better daughter – then maybe all of this would not have happened, maybe she could have held her parents together.
Sobs wracked her thin fragile frame. She couldn't breathe, couldn't speak – just cry.
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THE MAOU'S ROYAL CHAMBER
SHIN MAKOKU ~ 1840 (MILITARY TIME)
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His vision blurred and before he even realized it, something wet slid down his cheek. Hot tears stung his eyes as he clenched and unclenched his fists. Scanning his now empty and quiet bedroom, he couldn't help but feel pathetic and even more lonesome.
He took a step forward but quickly decided against it. Greta needs time.
He wiped his tears with the back of his hand then he sat back down on his seat. The tea in his cup has long gone cold.
Vigorous memories of the blond who once shared the same space with him fleeted in his mind.
*You didn't have to cheat on me.
His voice sounding so close yet so distant at the same time.
*How dare you sleep with me in our room, in our bed with our daughter between us – and think of someone else?!
Wolfram's face flashed in his mind, embittered and teary yet somehow beautiful in a fragile way. The whole of it burned into his memory in vivid detail.
*I really seriously love you… I love you so much it hurts – but now, I'm done chasing after you.
Outside the tall arched windows of his bedroom the sun started to set, enveloping the capital of Shin Makoku in a fiery orange blaze.
*I can't keep being your second choice, Yuuri – not when you're my first.
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THE MAOU'S ROYAL CHAMBER. SHIN MAKOKU.
Yuuri's POV, later that night ~ 0200 (MILITARY TIME)
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Its twilight and he's lying alone in bed, wide awake. He recalls the sound of swooshing rain that epiphanic night, the howling wind, the sad look in Wolfram's eyes, his pale icy skin under his fingers and his rousing lips.
One thing led to another.
It's painful, with the guilt eating him up from inside out, and no matter how hard he tries to push it aside, it never completely goes away.
Even now, he can still picture the blond lying beside him on the very same bed wearing his usual pink negligee – he finds that the thought of it makes him want to cry and he's not even really sure why.
Still, when he remembers those green eyes, he couldn't help but crumble - It wasn't wrong, right?
He stares up at the canopy of his bed, lost in his thoughts.
Turning to his side, he tried to clear his mind but he couldn't.
It hurts. He finds himself admitting. Damn, it hurts.
He remembers where his hands had wandered on his body, his lips firmly moving against his.
I'm sorry, Wolf. I'm so sorry…
Once again, he tells himself that it isn't his fault – and he fails, just like each and every time.
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BIELEFELD ESTATE. DINING ROOM
0815 (MILITARY TIME)
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"So, it seems that our young King has finally returned." Waltorana casually mentioned, grabbing a croissant from the bread basket. "Do you still intend to stay, Von Christ-kyo?"
"Of course." Gunter responded easily. "His Majesty has specifically ordered me to stay until I see fit."
"And Von Voltaire-kyo?"
"He'll be staying for the time being. Despite how rough or stoic Gwendal seems, he cares deeply for the young brat" Lavender eyes stared straight at him. "Shouldn't you know that better than anyone else?"
Waltorana nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. The expression didn't hold long, his attention immediately shifted to the dark haired lad sitting beside him.
"How about you, Geika?" He inquired, leaning towards the young man.
Light reflected off the youth's spectacles but before he could give a proper response, the double doors to the dining room suddenly swung open revealing Wolfram, behind him was a tall silver haired young man.
Murata felt something within him stir; he eyed the pair warily as they strode towards him. Wolfram took the open seat next to his while the silver haired man remained standing, his cold steel gray eyes meeting his.
"Geika, let me introduce you." Waltorana starts, rising from his seat, a proud look on his face.
"This is Luciel; he's been taking care of Wolfram for a while now. Please don't let his youthful looks fool you! He's a highly skilled court physician. And Luciel, this is –"
"The Great Sage of Shin Makoku, Murata Ken." The silver haired man, Luciel, interrupted.
He stepped forward and the double black watched him carefully as he offered a deep bow in greeting. His thin lips quirked upwards into a wry grin, "I'm pleased to finally meet you, Geika"
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BIELEFELD ESTATE, WALTORANA'S STUDY
WALTORANA'S POV. A FEW DAYS LATER.
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Days passed and Waltorana found himself feeling solicitous. He wasn't the only one, Gwendal and Gunter had also voiced out their concern. It was too quiet, almost as if it were a premonition of things to come - the dreaded calm before the storm.
Ever since the trio arrived, nothing out of sorts has happened. His nephew's nighttime habits have suddenly ceased, including the nightmares and the hallucinations. Even his temper has gotten better. As of late, he's been seeing Wolfram out and about. Usually with the Sage, just like now.
From his study, he could see the courtyard below. He easily spotted the pair casually walking side by side, the Sage in his distinct black garb and Wolfram in an understated white shirt and tan slacks, a rare smile on his lips. Waltorana could sense it, the sudden shift within his nephew – and whatever that shift was he didn't dislike it one bit.
"They're together. Again." He heard Gwendal say from behind him. He turned, surprised to find the dark haired nobleman standing there. A strange expression was on his face that Waltorana couldn't exactly read. It was a mix of irritation, a hint of concern and something else that he hasn't quite put a finger onto, yet. With a shake of his head, he directed his attention back to the pair outside his window. He continued to watch them until they disappeared from his sight.
"Waltorana…" He heard Gwendal say.
Without glancing back, Waltorana sternly warned him. "Don't call my name so casually."
"I'm heading back to the capital in a few days."
"I know." The blond noble replied flatly. "It's Weller, right? Von Christ-kyo informed me that he might have some vital information for us. Was there something else?"
"No, there isn't. I just…wanted you to hear it from me." Gwendal tells him slowly.
"Why?" Waltorana almost chuckled, and with his most innocent voice he turned to face him. "You have no reason to. If you'll excuse me…"
"Waltorana!" Gwendal called again, his voice losing its calm. Grabbing Waltorana by the arm, he pulled back the smaller man to his chest.
Just as the fair haired noble was about to protest, the door to his study swung open.
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"Your Excellency –" Luciel started, he stared at the scene before him then fell silent for a moment. "It seems that I've come at a bad time." He concludes, bows and turns to leave when he heard his Lord cry out.
"Luciel, stay!" The young man stopped in his tracks. "Von Voltaire-kyo was just about to leave."
Waltorana glared over his shoulder where Gwendal stood. "Let go." He warned lowly.
The dark haired noble said nothing but a bitter expression remained on his face as he let go of Waltorana's arm. He left the room soon after without turning back.
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As soon as the door shut, Waltorana ran a hand over his sore arm.
That bastard! He thought darkly. How dare he?!
"Your Excellency." That snapped him out of his thoughts. He took a deep breath before facing the silver haired physician that he had summoned.
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THE ROYAL DINING ROOM. SHIN MAKOKU.
YUURI'S POV ~ 1230 (MILITARY TIME)
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Lunch was a terribly awkward and silent affair with just the two of them sharing the huge dining table. And it has stayed the same for the past few days. Greta remained passive the whole time, the sound of her utensils softly clinking was the only thing that let Yuuri know of her presence in the room.
"Shall we talk about it?" He finally asks after careful consideration, stealing a glance at the young girl sitting too far down the huge table to his liking.
Greta simply shrugged and continued on with her meal.
Feeling deflated, Yuuri went back to studying (mostly poking) the rest of his meal and regrouping the peas on his plate.
"You truly became the cheater Papa Wolfram called you out to be." He hears Greta say later on, followed by the sound of her spork clattering on the side of her plate as she let it go.
"I can't believe you actually went to find someone else, when you had Papa beside you all this time."
"Greta, drop it."
"I wasn't good enough." There was a strange look in the young girl's eyes, "They said children are supposed to bring their parents together, I couldn't even do that much."
Yuuri shot up from his seat, knocking it over – his eyes wide with shock and hurt.
"Greta, that's not…"
She turned to face Yuuri, "Is it because…" her voice cracked, a lone tear falling on her cheek "…I'm adopted?"
Yuuri bolted from his spot. It never crossed his mind that she'd feel that way. Reaching her side, he quickly wrapped her in his arms.
"I hate this!" She wailed, her tears seeping into his clothes. "How could you do this to us, to our family?"
She continued to cry while grasping his shirt. Yuuri can only lower his head in shame as her muffled sobs filled the dining room.
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BIELEFELD ESTATE. THE LIBRARY.
MURATA'S POV ~ 1600 (MILITARY TIME)
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Murata closed the book he was reading and sighed, beside him he felt Wolfram shift. Following after him the blond also closed the book he was reading and placed it beside his on the table.
"What's going on? You've been restless all morning." Wolfram asked, leaning towards him and pressing a hand on his forehead.
His first instinct was to draw back. Growing self-conscious, Murata grabbed the blond's hand and kept quiet - the blond was still too much for him.
"Geika?" Wolfram asked, subdued, not retracting his hand.
"I'm going to step out and get some air." He finally says a moment later. He lets go of Wolfram's hand, a slight tint of pink on his cheeks.
"You don't seem to have a fever. What's eating you?" The blond inquires again, a hint of concern in his voice.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready?" He says, schooling his facial expression into what he hopes is his usual one.
The blond looked up at him and an uncomfortable pause settled between them.
"You should talk to Yuuri when you see him." He scolded, avoiding Wolfram's gaze.
"We're through." The blond says matter-of-factly, leaning back on his seat and crossing his arms. "There's nothing to talk about."
The double black snapped, "Stop being so stubborn!" The loudness of his own voice surprised him.
Their eyes meet again and for a split second he saw it, the usually well concealed hurt evident in those green eyes.
They lapsed in another bout of silence; Murata swallowed and studied the patterns on the rug under his feet. "You should at least hear out what Yuuri has to say – "
"Is that an order?" Wolfram asked, cutting him off. His voice steady and devoid of emotion.
"Von Bielefeld-kyo…" He turned and found himself wavering, his arms itching to wrap around Wolfram's fragile form. In reality, he didn't want him to go and meet Yuuri.
"I'll do it, if you order me to."
A strange shiver ran down his back, the sudden gravity of Wolfram's words weighed down on him.
"That's…" He says sharply and stops, his heart pounding in his chest, his hand just inches away from the blond.
He didn't get a chance to finish. Wolfram walked past him and out of the room.
Even if I wanted to convey my feelings for you, there's no way that I could say them out loud.
Don't go. Stay with me.
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BIELEFELD ESTATE. WOLFRAM'S CHAMBER.
WOLFRAM'S POV ~ 1700 (MILITARY TIME)
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Wolfram stumbled inside his room, his feet feeling heavy as lead. Locking the door behind him, he collapsed against it as unadulterated panic started to set in.
Why can't I get over you? When I was never even really with you.
He could feel himself slipping away bit by bit, the cold gradually seeping in through every inch of his skin, down to his very bones. He was growing number and number, an inexplicable tightness formed in his chest making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Shit!" He curses, "Shit! Shit! Shit!"
He claws at his shirt in desperation, the buttons popping off to the floor before hastily ripping it off. Green eyes frantically darted around the room for something, anything.
It was too easy, perched innocently on top of the table beside him was a paring knife, and next to it was a basket of red ripe round fruits.
His pulse quickened, he found it - his salvation.
Who left it there, he had no clue and at the moment he simply didn't care.
He madly reaches for it, the basket beside it drops to the floor followed by multiple thuds as the fruits rolled in every direction. Licking his lips, he played his own concerto, a bitter sweet melody, note by note – the cold metal gliding effortlessly against his skin.
Warm, so warm. He felt alive all over again.
But his excitement was quick to fade, replaced with a sense of nostalgia as he watched a vibrant crimson puddle form on the floor. It reminded him of the flowers Yuuri's mother carefully tended back on earth.
Closing his eyes, he found himself standing outside the Shibuya's modest two-story house - standing next to Jennifer's cherished bold red roses. Above him the sun shone, its hot rays prickling his fair skin.
Only, it wasn't the sun.
Intense biting pain sprung up on his arm, he bit his lip and opened his eyes. The paring knife is no longer his friend, he decides. It clatters to the floor gleaming at him.
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BIELEFELD ESTATE. WOLFRAM'S CHAMBER.
WOLFRAM'S POV ~ 2100 (MILITARY TIME)
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There was a knock on his door and his eyes dart to it nervously. He finishes putting on a fresh shirt, making sure to tug his sleeves down before he walks over to answer it.
"Yes?" He prompts brusquely, opening his door a bit.
It was Luciel.
"Your Excellency, you've missed dinner. I came to see if all is well."
A strained silence hung between them, he noticed the physician furrow his brow.
"You're bleeding."
An alarmed expression graced his face before he hurriedly slammed the door shut, but Luciel was quicker. The silver haired physician kept the door from closing and forcefully made his way inside the room.
"Get Out!" He finally snaps. "Please, just leave me alone!"
"Come here." Luciel tells him, standing on the foot of his bed, remaining unfazed.
He tenses immediately; no way in hell is he going to comply to do that.
"Come. Here." Luciel repeats voice dangerously low, moving towards him.
Feeling trapped, he could only back away one step at a time until he had nowhere else to go, his back finally hitting the door.
His hand fell on the door knob; he could turn it. Just turn the knob and run but instead, he finds himself nodding to what the physician suggested. He tenses again as Luciel pins him to the door; raising his arms, he tried to put some space between them. But the taller man had the upper hand once more, grabbing Wolfram's arm he pulled up the sleeve.
His breathing ceases for a moment and he breaks out in a cold sweat. He tried to push Luciel away but the more he did, the tighter the physician's grip became.
Silver eyes danced around the painful freshly marred flesh of his arm, followed by cold long fingers tracing each slash ever so carefully. "Don't worry." Luciel breathes, as a thin trail of blood rolls down to his elbow. "I won't tell anyone."
"Luciel…" His voice sounded weak even to his own ears.
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BIELEFELD ESTATE. WOLFRAM'S CHAMBER.
WOLFRAM'S POV ~ 2300 (MILITARY TIME)
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Green eyes watched in fascination as Luciel worked on his arm. Bands of warm maryoku joined together to heal his broken flesh. The deep gashes closed up and all that's left now are faint barely recognizable lines that will most likely fade in a matter of hours, maybe a day or two at most.
"It's good that I was able to treat it quickly." Luciel whispers, his long fingers gently stroking the thin lines that remained on the blond's skin. Lifting his arm, the physician placed a soft kiss on his bloody wrist. "This…will be our very own little secret."
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CHAPTER 7 (A Couple Snippets)
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Upon reaching the main deck, Yuuri hurriedly went towards the railing. Spotting the blond about to board his carriage, all logical thought slipped from his mind.
"Wolfram!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, his knuckles turning white as he tightly held on.
The blond stopped in his tracks and Yuuri felt his heart beat speed up.
Wolfram, please…
Holding his breath, his eyes remained glued on his ex-fiancé's back.
Please Wolf, I want to see you so bad.
The blond slowly turned to face him and just like that those green eyes he missed lifted slowly to meet his. Yuuri couldn't breathe. It felt as if his entire world was thrown upside-down.
The silence that descended between them at that moment gave way to the loud sound of his heart beating wildly in his chest.
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Its red slit eyes turned to him - opening its mouth, it released a piercing cry that almost made his ears bleed. His horse stumbled back and in its fear lost its footing and dropped him. He scrambled to move away before the horse trampled him in its haste to flee.
It didn't take long for the incensed serpent to go after him. Baring its sharp fangs, it lunged at him. He quickly rolled over and raised his arm in defense, just as its gaping jaw snapped shut.
The serpent missed, but not completely.
Its sharp teeth managed to break through the surface of his skin and dug deep into his muscles. His blood flowed freely, staining his shirt and the soft earth beneath him red.
Somewhere in the distance he heard Gunter scream.
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EXTRA NOTES:
As always, a massive THANK YOU goes out to my wonderful prattle partner and beta CHASE3136
Disclaimer: KKM is NOT mine.
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**And to the 100th person who reviewed this fic: Account-less
Thank you! I always worry that I'm not getting my points across more than wondering if I've got the characters down right XD I figured that this is my fic so I can always tweak the characters as suited to the situation that I've created in my mind. I hoped that the readers would follow it with renewed interest each time along with their varying emotions.
I want to be able to show a wide variety of Wolfram's emotions in this fic, something that I thought was a bit downplayed in the original series. So there would definitely be a lot of blissful moments for him later on as the story progresses. As for Murata, he's always had a mysterious air on him so I figured that I'd try to unravel those a bit - kind of like opening a present on Christmas morning. Then there's Yuuri - out of all the characters he's actually the most real. In a sense that he is the most human, the type who will definitely stumble and fall yet constantly pick himself up and continue on. It's not all flowery and sparkly in the real world after-all. Simply put, he has all the weaknesses every human holds.
The smutty scenes are troublesome! I find myself wondering exactly how big of a pervert I must be to be able to write them out XD There's also the constant wondering about how to write it out in a way that fits the characters situation and frame of mind. For Belinda and Yuuri (smut on a previous chapter), I hoped for it to be a bit dirty and raunchy. For the one on the NEXT chapter (I spoiled it just now! NO. It's not Yuuri and Belinda), I wanted it to be stimulating, passionate yet mysterious at the same time - I'm not sure if I was able to deliver that well though. Lol!
Anyway, that will be it from me! I know that you've been waiting for an update and that it's been awhile so please read and enjoy this new chapter! Do let me know what you think and again...just really, thank you so much for you kind words! I'm very much delighted that you're my 100th reviewer and that you've been rereading the fic.
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