Title: The Forgotten – Memories and Love

Chapter 10: Angel vs. Fiancé

Written by: Lisse08

Xx Wolfram xX

Three years ago

That night, everything was supposed to be peaceful. The crickets were humming outside, while he was snoring soundly in his bed. It ended abruptly when Conrad knocked on Wolfram door, harsh. Wolfram did not least appreciate the fact that Conrad had disturbed his sleep. He wanted to leash out his anger at his brother for waking him up in the middle of the night. However, all of them ceased when he heard about attacks in the village, where several houses were broken in but no valuable items that were robbed.

It puzzled them all. Conrad had insisted Wolfram to stay with Yuuri that night. For Wolfram, however, he did not wish to go near anywhere that would trigger his memories on the engagement. In fact, "their" chamber was the last place that he would want to go to. In the end, Wolfram had to give in because Maou's safety was the top priority, not his personal feelings.

Yuuri was totally against a boy sleeping with him in his bedroom. It was not as if Wolfram had not expected it.

"I'm fine by myself," from Yuuri just proved how right he was.

"Heika, we should assume that they want to distract our army, causing the protection in the castle to weaken. It's an assumption, but just to be safe, I must have someone by your side." Conrad continued to persuade.

"Are you that afraid of me?" Wolfram remembered he had stared at Yuuri, hard.

"No, okay. Fine. Do as you wish." Yuuri gave up.

Yuuri had given Wolfram a stare when he changed into his frilly pink nightgown. 'Again, this reaction is expected.' Wolfram thought.

"What's with that nightgown?" Yuuri said while pointing towards him.

"What's wrong with it?" Wolfram snapped.

"It looks kind of weird when you wear it. Do you always wear that?" Yuuri tried not to sound offensive.

"Yes. Do you have any problem with that?" Yuuri gave a Yuuri-ish laugh which Wolfram ignored.

"Get some sleep, wimp. I'm tired." Wolfram said.







"Don't call me a wimp," Wolfram slapped himself mentally, he had just said the scared words without knowing it. But this Yuuri had instinctively retorted back the words to him. Wolfram laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" Confused, Yuuri asked.

"It's nothing. It just reminded me of… someone." Wolfram finished the sentence but felt his heart arched immediately.

Yuuri noticed the sudden change of atmosphere in the room. He stole a glance at Wolfram out of the corner of his eyes.

"Who's this someone?"

Wolfram turned away wearing an expression that he did not want to answer that question. Yuuri continued to pursue and edged nearer to his face eagerly.

"Is it… Wolfram's girlfriend?" Yuuri questioned. Kind of annoyed, Wolfram answered the question to satisfy him.

"Not girlfriend. He's my fiancé…" It turned out to be a wrong choice… his tone changed again at the word 'fiancé'.

"He? Fiancé?" Yuuri gaped at him. 'You still can't accept a relationship between two boys?'

"I used to call him wimp lots of time and his responses were always the same as yours." Wolfram continued.

"And, where is he now?" Yuuri said gingerly. Wolfram looked up into the black onyx eyes. Wolfram studied him for awhile. His firm stare made Yuuri instinctively backed away a little. Yuuri felt his breathe caught in his throat and his heart thumping beyond his limit. Wolfram did not drop his gaze, he continued to lean closer to him, with a serious look on his face.

"What if I said "he" is you?"

"Eh??" Yuuri was so surprised that he didn't notice he had reached the edge of the bed. His hand missed the bedcover, touched the empty air and tumbled down from the bed. Well, nearly. Wolfram had reacted faster. His feet brought him over to Yuuri on the bed, with his hands out and grabbed firmly onto both of Yuuri's wrists.

"Are you alright?" Wolfram asked after they steadied themselves. His heart was still thundering fiercely because of the unexpected.

"No problem," Yuuri said sheepishly. He looked down, and Wolfram followed him. It was not until then did Wolfram realize that he was still holding onto his king. He let go of them instantly, embarrassed.

"Sorry about that. I was joking, obviously. I didn't know you will that it that seriously." Wolfram said. He couldn't help but felt a little disappointed at his reaction. It kind of hurt him. 'Is it so shocking for him?'







"Ahaha… Yeah. I thought so." Yuuri laughed too. But somehow deep inside his heart, he felt slightly disappointed when Wolfram pushed them off as a joke… Why though? Did he really expect he himself was Wolfram's fiancé?

"So, who's it actually?" Yuuri asked again while trying to ignore the feeling that he was falling down into the pit. He cursed silently at himself again.

"He had broken off our engagement a year ago, and he doesn't remember anything about it." Wolfram heard himself saying. For a few interminable moments, no one spoke.

"Why doesn't he remember?" Yuuri asked after awhile.

"It's not your concern." Wolfram said. Stunned, Yuuri closed his mouth, not wanting to probe any further in case it triggered more bad memories.

"That's so sad." Yuuri said after awhile, looking apologetic. Wolfram shifted his gaze away from Yuuri, blinking back tears. 'I don't need your pity.'

"I'm sorry, Wolfram. I shouldn't have mentioned it." Yuuri mumbled.

"Why the "sorry"? Did I look like I'm going to cry?" Wolfram retorted and shot him another look.

"I thought…" Yuuri's voice was tailing away feebly.

"I'm not so weak,"

"Sorry."

"No need. I'm already over with it. Now, off to bed!" Wolfram said as he plopped himself down into the bed. He made sure that he faced the wall of the chamber.

No, he wasn't crying. He had sworn not to weep over the wimp again ever since that night.

He just couldn't bear to look at Yuuri at the moment. He cursed angrily inside. Why does he have to spend the night again with him?

Few moments later, he felt a sudden shift in the bed signaling that the occupant beside him had claimed his.

"Heika." Wolfram called.

"It's Yuuri," was the reply. Wolfram disregarded it.

"Sorry about my rudeness." Surprised, he heard a laugh again. The laugh was sincere.

"What is so funny this time?" Wolfram turned his body over so that he was now facing the king.

"I used to think that something was seriously bothering you when I met you for the first time. You always seemed to be alone and used all those polite words when talking with me. I knew, that's 

wasn't you. I had finally figured out why and I'm really glad for you that you had gotten over it, Wolfram. Now, you're more like yourself." Yuuri said.

"What nonsense are you talking about? I'm always myself." Wolfram smiled with his eyes closed. Yuuri stared in awe at the curled lips on his face. His eyes accepted the temptation to continue observing them.

This is a genuine smile that suited Wolfram the most. A comforting thought surfaced in his mind.

'I want to protect this smile…'

Xxxx Wolf xxxX

The teenager was taking his bath, relaxing himself. Wolfram gently plunged himself inside the hot bath together with him. He saw the boy looked back at him and laughed nervously.

"Hahaha. Wolfram, it's you."

"Let me… wash your back." Wolfram, whose eyes were closed a moment ago, had now opened one of his eyes and looked at his fiancé.

"Ahahaha." 'Damn. It's that laugh again.'

"It's okay. I can wash it myself." His symbolic laugh continued to echo.

"No, I'll wash your back for you," Wolfram stood up from his bath and walked towards Yuuri. At the same time, Yuuri had risen to the same height.

"Yuuri! Why are you running?"

"I said I can wash it myself!"

"I want to wash it for you!"

"I don't need it!!"

Wolfram recoiled.

Yuuri's eyes had hardened.

"Yes, I don't love you! I'll never slap you again."

A lump formed in his throat and it was burning him.

Wolfram woke up with a jolt and felt something warm on his face. It was wet. He opened his eyes and touched his face. It was his tears. They were dropping down. Remembering the dream, more tears forming as he connected it with the words Yuuri once said.

'Damn it, Damn it!! Wolfram, this is just a dream! Are you crying just because of a dream!?'



"Wolfram?" Startled, he looked up and met the black eyes. 'Shit again!! I forgot that I'm sleeping in Yuuri's bed tonight.' He hastily wiped off the tears.

"You're crying." Yuuri noted as he shifted a little. Yuuri's body was blocking the moonlight that bathed through the window frame, but if he did move to the left, he will see those crystalline tears on Wolfram's face. He wouldn't want Yuuri to see him sobbing because of a stupid dream. No way!





"Stay where you are!" Wolfram shouted and pulled Yuuri stumbling back down to his previous position. He then realized that he had just pulled an act that was as good as confession.

"My apology," Wolfram muttered as he hastily turned his back from Yuuri.

"Wolf…"

"I'm not crying. Get back to sleep, wimp. I'm fine." He closed his eyes again.

"This is the second time I heard that word." Wolfram's eyelids flipped open sharply at that, he had subconsciously let that word escaped again. "You still miss him, didn't you?"

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Wolfram said, hoping to change the subject.

"I can't sleep." He heard Yuuri's voice from behind. The lump was still there. He cursed it. It wasn't so easy for it to disappear.

He hugged onto his own arm under the sheet for comfort. It doesn't matter, body heat will warm him up and eventually, he will forget the dream, forget the past, and get back to sleep again. With a sigh, he closed his eyes; he had an inkling of feeling that it is going to be a long night.

He stiffened as a strong foreign arm encircled his body.

"Yuuri?" He whispered.

"And this is the only time when I heard you call me by my name." Yuuri laughed. Wolfram tentatively put his hand onto the arm, wanting to remove it but stopped by Yuuri. Instead, Yuuri had pulled Wolfram closer towards him. He didn't know which one of them moved. He just knew that they were suddenly so close that he could even feel the beating of his king's heart. Wolfram was torn between pushing him away and snuggling into his chest.

Yuuri really did not understand what gave him the nerve. He never knew that he would be this bald… But he just couldn't leave the prince alone when he was suffering. Ignoring the sensation that was burning on his skin, he pulled Wolfram closer to him. The scent of his hair, the touch of his body, the curve of his line, the thumping of his heart, he could sense them clearly. Or, is it the thumping of his own heart? He chuckled nervously inside.

"What are you playing at?" Even if Wolfram did not approve Yuuri's act, he did not pulled away from him. He started to feel his pulse pumping through his vein and heat creeping up his neck.

"Wolfram, I know that you're hurt."



"I'm perfectly fine." Wolfram snapped.

"No, you're not." Yuuri breathed. Wolfram tensed.

"I'm…"

"I can tell that you're not over him yet." Yuuri cut across and Wolfram's body stiffened even more.





"I didn't know the feelings of heart-broken, since I never fall in love. But, it must be really agonizing. You shut yourself away from us, from your brothers, your mother, and me. All these months, watching you, I had been trying to break down this wall of yours. It was hard. You never did break down this wall, if there's any change, you build them up even higher. Won't it be fine for you just to open up a little for us?"

"Stop crapping! It won't do you any good to pity me! Just get your hand off me!" Wolfram let his mind take over and his brain shut down every word that entered his ears. He twisted his body away a little, his hands ready to slap Yuuri's away. Another jerk onto his chest showed that he was unable to shove it off. The grab seemed tighter. Hesitations sank in.

"I do not pity you. Wolfram, I cared for you…" Hesitations reached his mind. The weak stimulus to push him off was slowing drowning.

"I don't need any care either… Just leave me alone…"

Yuuri heard them and felt the prince trembled slightly in his embrace. He advertently tightened his arms around Wolfram. Wolfram did not protest anymore. Their bodies pressing closely together, both emitting heat and keeping each other warm.

"At least this time, Wolf… I won't leave you in that state."

Unbeknownst to Yuuri, Wolfram eyes were filled with tears. He silently let them drop down, damping the pillow.

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

Yuuri watched in silent as he held onto the blonde. The usual stubborn little lord brat was gone. Lying beside him, was none any difference than any other usual person who had been and was trapped in their own world, enduring the loneliness and hurt alone. He wouldn't know how it felt to be like to be alone, because he always has someone beside him who will give him support. His parents, Shori, Murata, now there is Conrad, Gwendal and even Wolfram had been supporting him. He was never alone, but as for Wolfram…

This was the side that he had never seen from the prince.

I never knew about your past. I never knew that you held such a sad memory. It must be hard on you…



He buried his head into the back of the prince and felt the shoulder gave a little jerk at the touch. Realizing the discomfort that he had done, he lifted up his own jaw and let it rest on top of Wolfram's shoulder. Yuuri soothed him down.

"Go to sleep, Wolfram…" He breathed the words into the ear. It was tingling. Wolfram couldn't resist recoiling a little.

"I'll never let go of you." To straightened his point, Yuuri scooped the prince's body even closer into his chest.

"But, Yuuri…"

"Shh… Sleep. I won't take back this arm whatever you said." He said, leaving no place for Wolfram to argue. He slipped down his other arm from beneath the fabric and felt Wolfram's body shifted up a little to let him through.





"Yuuri…"

"Hush… I'm asleep…" Gripping both of his hand together, with Wolfram locked in between his arms, he joked and closed his eyes.

Why am I having this feeling that I wanted to protect him?

He's … so vulnerable… yet so… cute…

His eyes open in shock.

What am I thinking here? Snap out of it, Yuuri Shibuya! He's a guy! You're straight, man. But…

He stared in amazement at the blonde that was secured in his arms. The moonlight played along the curves of his partner's body. He tried to concentrate on the soft smell of the blonde's hair that invaded his nostrils, letting his mind relaxed while trying his best to ignore the burning and tingling touch of the blonde. It took him some efforts as he felt his heart beat slowly returned to normal. He watched at the peacefully rising and falling of the blonde's shoulder. The thought, however, never left him even when Yuuri allowed his sleepiness to take over his mind.

You looked like an angel, Wolfram…

Xxxx Wolf xxxX

Few minutes passed in silent. Wolfram waited and listened to the steady breath of the king. It seemed that he had fallen asleep. Keeping his words, Yuuri never did withdraw his arms. Wolfram chose the latter choice. He snuggled himself into his ex-fiancé's broad chest and felt warmth spread in his own.

"Just once… Just this one night, let me be your fiancé again."

Xxxx Wolf xxxX



A/N

I'm feeling quite disturbed with my pen drive that was infected with "suddenly, life has new meaning" virus… I was aware that I can't stuck it into my laptop. So, I'm really frustrated with the school's computer right now since I didn't back up my pen drive data! GRrr… Anyone has any idea or ways to clean it without infecting my laptop? Pm me, k? Thanks!

Right, thanks for listening. Back to the story, I'm surprised, it seems like most of you aren't surprised with what Yuuri had done to Wolfram. XD

For the next one, I'll develop Tesca's personality, but I'll not describe his appearance… Just note that his eyes are similar to Conrad's brown but a bit darker than his. If anyone is interested to 'create' his looks, please pm/review me too.

Chapter 11… Memories…

Yuuri worst fear was confirmed when he found out that something similar to what Wolfram had written was happening to him.