Standard disclaimers apply
hey all this is the last chapter for Hidden. i hope i cleared all the confusion caused before.
For the next 2 days, Wolfram stayed in his chambers recuperating. The wound by far was shallow and did not cause much physical damage. Even the amount of blood loss was considered small as compared to some wounds he had received before. However, it did not mean it was overall effect was minimal. Wolfram spent a night and a day in delirium, his body racked by shivering spells as his magic sought to rapidly replenish himself. thankfully between Gisela and Gwendal, he pulled through not worst for wear.
After that the brothers found all the reasons possible to keep him in bed, away the comatose demon king.
"I know what you two are up to," Wolfram stated out the obvious facts. They were crowded around in his room, have a mild discussion. "You could at least tell me what's happening to him now. I promise that I will not visit him."
The brothers shared a glance and sighed. They knew that Wolfram would not cooperate otherwise.
"He's sort of sleeping…"Conrad answered after a long pause, walking away from the bed.
"Elaborate," Wolfram demanded as his eyebrows snapped together.
"He looks like he's awake but his eyes are blank. They just look through you like you aren't there. We have chained to the bed so that he can't hurt others and himself." Gwendal explained as his forehead creased. "Gisela can't seem to find out what's wrong with him."
"Maybe I should visit him," Wolfram suggested tentatively.
"NO! Absolutely not. I know you care deeply about him and the monster that did this to you isn't the real Yuuri but we have no idea of his condition," Gwendal cut the argument short.
"But…"
"We took a huge risk when we allowed you to meet him alone. Look where it got you. We simply can't take another such risk again," Conrad supplied.
"Then what are we going to do about him in the meantime?"
"We'll leave him as he is. There's nothing we can do now," Gwendal blew out all the air in his lungs as he said those words. Thank goodness Wolfram was not going to pursue the matter.
Just then the door burst open revealing a petrified soldier.
"My lords," he exclaimed in fear. "He's coming."
All three brothers were momentarily stumped as to who he was until a familiar black head walked through the door.
Yuuri looked haggard with his cheeks sunken in; wispy black strands of hair clung to his face stubbornly.
"Yuuri," Wolfram called out, in shock or in joy, it was difficult to tell.
"Wolfram," Yuuri responded in a deep baritone voice. Through the ordeal, Yuuri had matured a lot. His voice deepened, his eyes slanted and his hair grew out to tease the edge of his chin. He now resembled a cross between the demon and human self.
"Are you alright?"
"I couldn't be better. You on the other hand, may not be," Yuuri answered with a tinge of sadness.
"What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine. Just over protective here is grounding me in bed."
"I could hear you calling me," Yuuri said quietly.
"I never called out to you until you came in," Wolfram clarified.
"Not by your speech, but by your heart. Your heart is calling to me. It wanted me to wake up and look for you."
The silence fell like a ton of bricks.
"You mean you heard his thoughts," Conrad recovered at last.
For a moment, Yuuri seemed to want to weep but he sucked it up and replied, "I took part of his magic using mine. When his blood mixed with mine, so did his part of his soul. I can hear his innermost thoughts even if I don't want to."
"That's why you didn't want anyone else. If you had blood from many people instead of one, you would hear many people's thoughts," Gwendal breathed.
"You wanted to read my thoughts?" Wolfram screeched in fury.
"I can't help it," Yuuri whimpered slightly.
Wolfram had long bolted out of his bed and grabbed Yuuri by the shirt front. Though they were the same height, Wolfram towered over Yuuri who refused to look into his eyes.
"Undo it!"
"I…I can't," Yuuri whispered silently.
"What do you mean you can't?!?" Wolfram yelled into Yuuri's ears.
"Have you taken a look at the…the injury I caused you yet?"
"Now that you mention it, no. why?"
"Just look at it first."
Wolfram hastily ripped off the bandages and looked closely at his shoulder in the mirror. There was no wound to speak of. In place of it, was a spectacular tattoo which resembled thorns.
"What happened to the bite?" Gwendal interrogated Yuuri.
"It is a mark of possession. I can't take blood from someone whose body isn't mine. You were right; I was affected by the bloody moon.
Everything that happened can be explained by what the girl said. War is peace, Freedom is Slavery and all you know are lies."
"Don't just stop there," Conrad urged as Yuuri slowed down.
"When I fight a war within myself, not hurt others, you all experience peace. If I did everything out of my own free will, such freedom will spell your slavery. You think that I can't hurt a fly, well…such a façade is a lie, the summation of all my lies."
"You are kind at heart, Yuuri, we all know that," Wolfram grabbed Yuuri's shoulders.
"With that mark," Yuuri continued as if nothing happened. "You will never be able to live without me. When I die, you will die along with me because your soul has fallen under my control. You can never keep anything from me, I will always know what you think and feel. If I wanted to, I could kill you where you stood."
"That's not so bad," Wolfram coaxed Yuuri as tears started to roll down his cheeks. "You have no intention of hurting me."
"Can't you see? I took away your freedom, your privacy. I can even kill you now if I wanted to."
"But you will not. If you are crying because of this, it means that you really care about me. You can't bear to hurt me." Wolfram forced Yuuri to meet his eyes. "This is the reason you decided not to tell us. You were worried that we would force it on you. You knew that our souls will fall completely under your control. You were worried about hurting us."
"Not that it makes a difference now. Anson never told me all this but I knew. She just shoved it into my face, what I already knew but blocked out of my mind." Yuuri mumbled.
"It's too late to cry over spilt milk," Gwendal pointed out. "You can already done your best by telling us the truth, no matter how late it came."
"I didn't listen, Anson warned me of horrible things that could happen, but I refused to listen. If I had taken the cure earlier, this might have been avoided."
"You knew nothing about what could have been. What is staring at you is what is. Stop blaming for yourself and face up to what you have done," Conrad reprimanded. "This is the only way to make amends."
"Wolfram," Yuuri cried when he mustered the courage. "I'm so sorry I did this to you."
"That's alright. I'm just really glad you're alright." Wolfram smiled gently.
Pulling Yuuri into a tight embrace, Wolfram said, "Welcome back, Yuuri."
please R&R
this will be the last chance.
anyway, do i have support for a more lemony version of the last 2 chapters? pls tell me :)
