Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN KYOU KARA MAOU!
WARNING: OOC. Some vulgar language but it is alright. A bit of violence. YUURAM or...
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" I am the last descendant of the Goerls..." Romy was pacing in front of a tied- wristed Wolfram who was now glaring at her.
" The Goerls..." the eyes of Wolfram widened when he heard her revelation.
" Yes. The Goerls..."
" I thought it was mythological..."
" I know." she stated with her usual mystical smile. " the last Goerl is said to have died five thousand years ago. We were at the time being the first race living in this world. We were strong and powerful. But Soushu appeared for the first time when it was our apogee. And it killed us, one by one. Slowly, painfully. The eldest knew we were loosing everything, our strength, our culture, our history. They decided that one should survive. And they chose me. My father placed me here where I slep for five milleniums . Yes, I live longer than any Mazoku being. After the extinction of my people, Shinou destroyed Soushu one thousand year later. Then Yuuri did it too four thousand years later. Now that they got rid of this, I intend to take back what belongs to me. I must reign on this world. And with a new force too..." Romy's eyes smillingly looked at Wolfram. The latter was shaking, the coldness around paralyzing him. She hugged him, her skin as frozen as the air. Was she not a fire queen?
" The wizard and the mazoku together...Ah after such a long time... Ludwing will be such a good spouse, sweetheart."
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The sunlight was now in its weakest strength, the night ready to show its dark colors upon the kingdom. There was an astonishing beauty in the orange and golden hues which bathed the royal carriage in a surreal light.
Saralegui was still watching Yuuri as if afraid to see him disappear. His husband had been quite weird since the afternoon, the fear of something happening to him was haunting him.
Yuuri was staring at the floor, not minding at all the shaking of the carriage rolling along onto an uneven path. Why was he feeling so...strange? He was under the impression there was a gap in his mind that he couldn't fill. But what exactly? He looked up to see Saralegui who was giving him a soft smile:
" You don't look fine. I'll call a doctor once we're in the castle. Then I'll order for you some good meal. I'm making sure you'll have everything to get better."
There was a silence before Yuuri dared utter a weak ' thank you.' Saralegui kept smiling then looked through the windows glass to admire the lake outside, the sun was partially coloring it in orange. He sighed.
" Look, it's so beautiful. It reminds me of my mother every time she took me in her arms to walk at the seaside. I've already told you about this, haven't I ?"
a flash struck Yuuri's mind as he could see, even briefly, he and Saralegui sitting around a small table taking tea and talking together. He slowly nodded:
" Yes, you're right. You already have."
" Great." Saralegui's smile was so genuine that Yuuri had a beautiful feeling of warmth invading his entire soul. His lips started to move as some unknown (or not) words came out: 'I am choosing you ...' First blushing, then amused, Sara said:
" I noticed you like repeating this part of your marriage oath to me."
" I'm sorry but it still amazes me to know that we're married. Not that I don't like it. But we're so young. However, I can't dream better husband than you."
" What a relief my old Yuuri is coming back!" he chuckled. " Seriously, you scared me. I saw you fall like this, and I was wondering if you hadn't taken some drugs or something..."
" What?! Don't exaggerate!" Yuuri couldn't help his laughter. It felt like he hadn't laughed for a very long time. God may bless Sara to make him feel so...so happy...and peaceful.
" But you did scare me!"
" Okay! So what should I do to be forgiven?"
" Mh...Let's go for a swim , do you agree?"
" Let's go!"
Saralegui ordered the coacher to stop the carriage and both of the boys got out of it. Their footsteps were ruffling the green grass, making a duet with the birds chirping. Once arrived at the brink of the lake, they stopped. From all near, the water was no longer orange but rather green as the leaves of the trees were reflecting themselves on it. " Well, here we go!" Sara said cheerfully. Yuuri looked at him for a few seconds before nodding energetically. " Yes!" Their backs faced each one, the two boys began to open their shirts, to tug on them to be freed of them, they then took their boots off, in the end, only remained their pants and sleeveless white tops. Yuuri grinned at Sara, noticing how nice the blond was in such a simple clothing. Then he looked down at the lake, before his tiptoes dared damp themselves into the water.
" It's fresh...Do you think there are some monsters in the depths?"
" rawr, of course, there are!" Amusingly, Sara pushed Yuuri who almost fell into the water. He quickly regained his balance as he stepped back and looked at Sara. The blond was laughing, hiding his mouth with his hands:
" Oh my god, Yuuri! You look as if you have lost your pants! You're all pale!"
" Laughing? Wait before I push you into."
" Well, if you say so...Let's make a competition. The first who reaches the tiny isle over there will win alright?"
" Got it! In any case, I'll win, Sara!"
" Don't keep your fingers crossed."
The two of them dived into the water. Yuuri was feeling carefree and he wondered why he'd felt so bad and sad some hours ago.
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After he had ordered a servant to call for a doctor, the round maiden bowed down as she left the two kings alone in the red-living-room of Sara's apartments. Yuuri snuggled further into the comfortable sofa, the covers were wrapping him into. It was so warm. His once cold feet were now resting in a tub filled with hot water, steam flying up in the air. Sara giggled, seeing him like this before closing the double-doors.
" You're snug as a bug in a rug, Yuuri."
" Hmm...That is feeling so good...come here, Sara." he held out his hand to the blond who approached him. He grabbed the hand and let himself being pulled inside the thick blankets, all cuddling against Yuuri. The two boys stared at the fire flames. They'd caught a cold in the end, they kind of felt like idiots now. Next time they would think twice before playing in a fresh lake.
" Will you sleep in my bedroom tonight?" Sara asked eventually, without any shaky voice. It seemed like a sort of habit.
"...Do I not usually sleep in the same bedroom?" Yuuri's interrogation got strange to Sara who wondered why such a question. But he didn't insist on that matter:
" Not always. I know you enjoy your independence, so right away I gave you an apartment when you first arrived here."
" I think I like sleeping beside you. It does feel warm."
" I too like spending the night next to you. It feels reassuring. Really. I like it." he chuckled again, his blond hair being a mirror to the fire flames. So beautiful, Yuuri thought with another smile.
He reached out to stroke the long blond bangs, Sara being completely at peace, letting him do anything he wanted with his hair. There was only a smile which was tugging at his lips, Yuuri noticed it and wondered how in the world Sara could give him so peaceful a feeling. He gulped down his saliva.
Saralegui was still staring at the fire, the reflects of the vivid flames dancing in his already golden eyes. Yuuri drew with his gaze the perfect line of Sara's profile...The delicate white forehead, the nose, neither big, nor small, perfectly shaped, a bit pointy, then the plump but yet fragile lips. Red, looking so soft and kissable. Gulped down again. Then there was the dainty chin that called to be touched.
And this was what Yuuri did. His fingers as if of their own reached it, cupped it and Sara had now his face facing Yuuri's.
" Yuuri?" surprise blossomed on his face. He watched as Yuuri was observing him, his dark eyes half-closed, his facial expression showing he was totally concentrated on his beautiful features, his body closer to his. It made Sara feel weird to be this close to him, the two were only wearing loose white shirts. Actually they had never...never...
" What are you going to do, Yuuri?"
" Before me, did you already kiss someone?"
Sara shook his head. " No."
The blond was now a bit nervous as now a few inches were parting them, Yuuri's breath warm and caressing, penetrating his own lips. Then, Yuuri moved closer, his wet lips slowly touching his.
It was not long before they really kissed. Well, without any tongue-contact. Just something chaste, yet comforting and soft.
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" Put your hands on me and I KILL YOU!"
Romy went to the bedroom where the big noise had started for hours. She frowned as she was almost welcomed with a chair thrown into her direction. Her golden eyebrows twitched even more when she saw Wolfram half-naked, looming over the six female servants with a wooden stick in hand. She looked at the bed whose canopy had been broken and guessed Wolfram had broken it to get a stick. Her green eyes settled back upon the boy and noticed without much effort his puffy eyes, his red nose, his tousled hair. Did he cry again?
" What's going on here?" she asked with a clear and nearly serene motherly voice. Wolfram's eyes slanted more and he pointed his makeshift sword towards Romy, the servants gasping to his action.
" Make a move and I make a hole in your body with it."
She remained wordless before she stepped into the now messy bedroom whose black curtains and red furniture had been torn off and knocked down. A light smile flashed on her face.
" My, my...Don't speak like this." she then addressed the domestics with scorn in her voice:
" There are six of you together, and yet, you're still unable to look after a little boy?" Wolfram groaned to the name, his hatred increasing. One of a servants told with a shaky voice-her fear quite palpable:
" Madame...W-we tried to control him as you ordered us to do so...but he took the iron stick from the mantel piece and as there was a fire, he took advantage of it to burn Marieka's skin with it."
" And he shouted at us everytime we approached him to dress him." added another maiden, she lowered her gaze. Romy cocked an eyebrow.
" I see, I see..."
They all gasped out of shock when they saw Wolfram running towards the doors to escape, but he didn't value well the witch's intelligence. Romy with a simple wave of hands jerked him back inside the bedroom. He landed full back on the floor, his throat spitting gasps in reply to the physical pain.
" Wolfie, please, pull your dress on. We don't have much time before the beginning of the marriage." Romy headed towards the -broken- wardrobe and found among the debris a stunning satin white dress that she, with a lot of care, shook, as if dust were covering it. " Hold on, sweetheart. Let me help you."
Under the fascinated eyes of the maidens, she knelt down to grab Wolfram up and try to pull some clothing on him. He was like a flawless doll, a puppet whose strings obeyed perfectly to her slight fingers. However, she didn't see that coming: Wolfram hitting her, with such a strength that she fell back.
" Don't touch me! You and your son, go to hell!" He really didn't care whether she was a woman or not, and so that he would have never raised a hand on her in other circumstances-or on any other women by the way, but his hatred was coming to a head. She stood up as he continued his speech with a hissing voice, his seething anger started to shape the features of his handsome face.
" Let's have a heart-to-heart talk for once" he said, glaring at her. " Making out with your son was a mistake, a huge mistake. I don't understand myself when I think about it. I am ashamed, terribly ashamed. Let's say I have been utterly stupid to respond to my needs before to the recalls of my heart and mind that all belong to Yuuri, my king when I slept with Ludwig Heinstagel." she froze when she heard the name. He didn't stop: " I don't love your son, and if you ever marry me to him, I swear this is a corpse you'll find instead of Ludwig in the morning. Another thing, you want power? You want mazoku people? Ah ah, listen to this: a mazoku man will always prefer to kill himself instead of accepting a witch like you in his clan. A witch with already a half human child and whose habit is to cheat on her husband. I can tell you no one wants that!"
Before he could open his mouth to spread other hurting words, Romy backhanded his face, watching with glaring eyes as Wolfram staggered back. She straightened, her composure almost lost. He glared back at her, his cheek now red and swollen. The b-tch slapped hard.
" Let me say one thing, boy. No matter how hard you'll try to win Yuuri's heart, never will he really forgive you. His love for you was beginning on a breakable thread that you willingly cut when you decided to take some revenge on him with my son. But this fragile love was sincere and you lost his trust."She watched intently the soldier starting to tremble. "Even if someday he might accept to be with you again, I let you know that he will replay in his mind again and again the day where he saw you with Ludwig. In this garden with your spread legs. Crying out loud your pleasure." His lips curled in distaste, tightly closed. How did she dare to talk about that terrible day? " Your family may be hunting high and low for you, but I can tell you Yuuri is starting to forget everything about you and won't be back for you!"
His green eyes widened in shock as his brain swallowed the information with greed. Yuuri...How could she know? How was he...? Where? Forget...everything? Romy added:
" Don't you think it's better if he forgot you? He suffered so much because of you and you humiliated him. You showed what kind of harlot you can be. Now think about all the happiness you can give him if you let him live elsewhere, with someone else. Think of how generous of you it is! If you love him as you claim to do so, let him go away. And if it's too harsh that way, tell yourself you don't deserve him, you're not as pure and innocent as he's. You lost everything from him. Let him go away."
Wolfram hiccuped because of the power of her words on him. It was breaking his heart to acknowledge how right she was. How could he expect Yuuri to love him back after all the pain he'd made him go through?
" Is...Yuuri...alive?"
" If I told you he is?"
She saw the fire of hope dancing in his eyes mingling with his feelings of utter pain. Her lips twitched to say then:
" and if I told you he isn't?"
" I will first end Ludwing's life, than mine. If Yuuri is no longer, I have no more reason to live."
"...Pull this dress on. Right now."
TBC.
Eirina.