A/N: Okay, I tried to post it yesterday but the ff . net didn't let me ¬¬'

Bring your tissues, here comes a sad chapter.

Super-special-thanks to:

Pikeebo (Yes, Kitai was pretty much send by the gods, a real lifeline if you ask me. As for Yuuri, I can't really make my mind. I mean, neither Wolf nor Yuuri had any control over the situation but who better than the king to break rules and leave unpunished?)

anonymous (Well, we all know Yuuri is not fast to catch some things. Not just that but he was raised in Japan, a very strict culture. I'm not saying it's an excuse, just that I know where it came from)

alguien22792 (Welcome abroad! You gave me quite a shock, you know? I knew I have 19 reviews a couple days ago then I saw 23 yesterday I almost fell of my chair! ^^ About Wolfram, I know it's kinda sappy but I can't resist make him all forgiving. Just like I can't resist bully Yuuri u.u)

And I can't tell if you're laughing

Between each smile there's a tear in your eye

There's a train leaving town in an hour

It's not waiting for you and neither am I

(Paper Wings – Rise Against)

This couldn't be happening.

Drying his tears with his sleeve so hard it actually hurt, the Maou blinked a couple times, refusing to believe in what his eyes where showing him. However, deep in his mind, Yuuri knew he could bang his head against the nearest wall and yet things would remain the same.

Wolfram smiled, his own dark green eyes doing their best to make out Yuuri's face. Who would have thought, after five decades apart, things would end up this way?

- Stop wimping. – he said softly, trying to put as much humor in the words as he could – It's not like I chose this, you know.

- I know that! But it's still my fault! – taking a deep breath, since screaming wouldn't help any of them, the double black forced himself to stay calm – I drove you to this.

Wolfram blinked.

- What the hell are you talking about?

But Yuuri wasn't listening anymore, too worried trying to heal the injuries on his beloved hands. How could he be so stupid? All this time talking and he never realized Wolfram had cut his wrists!

It will be okay. I just have to heal this. – the Maou tried desperately to soothe himself – Then I'll call Gisela and she'll fetch something for the blood loss.

An easy plan. After all, he was the king, the most powerful mazoku in Shin Makoku. So, of course he could take care of a simple suicide attempt, right?

But it wasn't a suicide attempt and, if Yuuri had stopped to think about it for two seconds he would've realized that too. If he had just passed through desperation and realize that, despite the blood, those hands and wrists didn't have a single scratch…

Wolfram's breathe hitched, anger spreading through his numb body like a flame. Even his eyes cleared, revealing without a wisp of doubt Yuuri's actions and intentions. And he couldn't take it. Not now. Those dark eyes filled with pity…no, they had hurt him and hunt him for long enough.

A petite bloody hand was clenched into a fist, finding his way to the double black's face in a split second. Once again, Yuuri never saw it coming. No, all he saw was the two ceilings above his head slowly becoming one again.

What the…

- How dare you! – it wasn't much of a shout but the anger was clearly there and the Maou quickly got up from the floor to find Wolfram's eyes once again. The fire mazoku was flat on the floor too, right where the swing of his arm have left him, eyes burning with such a fury Yuuri felt his breath caught in the throat.

- You really think I'm that weak? – his breath was labored now but Wolfram couldn't care less. He didn't even notice the blood tainting his lips and slowly making his way to his chin and floor – You think I survived this long just to crawl into your fucking lap and kill myself? Hell! Didn't I just tell you Kitai has no one but me?

- Wolf…– the double black was more than just taken aback, he was speechless. If it was for those harsh words, the glare he was receiving or the blood that kept coming from the blonde's mouth, however, no one could tell.

- Yes, I'm dying, but it's not by my choice! – the fire mazoku kept going even with his voice slowly going back to a whisper. He may be too tired to shout but the once prideful soldier refused to shut up and die like a sick old dog – I'm just sick, Yuuri, so suck it u…

But Wolfram wasn't able to finish, another coughing fit racking his already worn out body. Anger quickly gave way to pain and the helpless feeling of drowning in his own blood he despised so much.

N-not now! Please! – he didn't know to who he was begging and he didn't care. He just wanted a couple more minutes! Just enough to say what really matter and see his daughter one last time!

Suddenly, everything went numb. But it wasn't the harsh numb that rip your control away, no. It was a different kind of numb, a warm and relaxing feeling that slowly took the pain away, leaving behind nothing but bliss.

- Yuu..ri? – his breath was slow now even if he still feel like drowning. Above him, the blond mazoku could see the double black's outline, his hands glowing with a warm blue light.

- It's okay, Wolf. – bringing the unmoving body to his arms again, Yuuri keep one hand on Wolfram's back, the other setting on his chest. It was a good thing he was way bigger than the blond now – I'll call Gisela. Everything will be okay.

- Idiot. – the fire wilder half choked with the word, more blood dripping from his mouth – Can't you tell…I'm far pass…healing?

- No, I can't. – Yuuri forced a smile, tears slowly gathering on his eyes again – I'm an idiot, remember? So, be a good boy and let me heal you.

- Give up…– Wolfram's voice was becoming weaker and weaker, just like the rise of his chest – Such…waste.

- No, it's not. – Yuuri was nearly panicking now even if his voice was still soft; the forced smile waving a bit. The Maou could feel the sickness deep-rooted on the blonde's body, easily annulling every attempt of healing yet he couldn't bring himself to believe it. Hell, he was the stronger mazoku in Shin Makoku! If even his healing wasn't enough then everything was doomed!

Silence fell upon both men and the double black pushed harder, increasing his efforts. Soon Wolfram's body was completely covered by a blinding blue light but even so his breathing didn't increase, quite the opposite, actually. Yuuri blinked away the tears and saw the dark green eyes slowly closing.

- Keep your eyes open! – it should be a scream, but the double black didn't find the strength for it. The desperation was there, though – Come on, Wolf, you can't give up now! You're too stubborn for it!

Wolfram smiled a peaceful smile.

- A…brat. – his world was fading along with his lungs. It has been too long. Too long with that damn sickness. Too long fighting back memories. Too long without Yuuri.

- Sure. But you're my brat. – the Maou chuckled, tears running freely now. Unable to keep focused, the healing light became a soft glow once again. Yuuri couldn't believe he was giving up yet he knew he would never forgive himself for not seeing his beloved beautiful face one last time – I'm sorry I took this long to realize it.

- I'm…tired… – Wolfram confessed, voice barely a whisper. He was happy, though, hearing the confession he always wanted to hear made his tired heart leap with joy – But I guess…I can be a…brat…once more…

Yuuri hugged the petite blond tight, not daring to take his eyes from green ones.

- I'm making…two demands…wimp – a sharp intake. They were almost there now – First…take care of… Kitai…if you can, that is… Shinou knows… she can take… care of herself.

Of course she can. She's your daughter. – Yuuri thought with a small smile. Unfortunately he was too scared to risk make the blond laugh now so he settle for politeness – Accepting me or not, she'll have me by her side forever.

Wolfram relaxed, eyes closing a bit more. Even with his arms around the small chest, the Maou could barely feel any movement.

-W-Wolf?

Nothing. Just those dull eyes, staring at him with no life left. Yet, bloody lips moved, forming a soundless word.

Kiss.

And Yuuri did. Bending, he captured the soft red lips with his own, kissing Wolfram with all the love and passion and gentleness he could manage and doing his best to keep desperation and fear out. But it was impossible, especially when Yuuri noticed those lips weren't kissing him back.

Suddenly, the once warm body was cold, lying lifelessly on his arms. The soft breath was gone. So were the weak heartbeats.

It was all gone.

- W-Wolf? – the double black knew it was useless but he couldn't help shake the petite body softly, as if the blond was just sleeping – Wolfram, please. Wake up.

The first sunlight found his way to the blond, gently wrapping him in light. Using his tears that keep falling over Wolfram's face, Yuuri tried to wash away the blood. His beloved was always so clean and tidy; it would be unforgivable to be seen in such state.

- Wolf please, just…just open your eyes. Call me a wimp again. – breath labored, the double black could feel the pressure in his chest getting worse, sadness and guilt bubbling, begging for a way out – Please! I need you, Wolf! Please!

- Come back… – closing his eyes, Yuuri begged for Shinou or any god for that matter, not even realizing when he started to release his Maou powers, summoning a vicious storm over all Shin Makoku – Come back…

A loud, angry thunder. An even louder scream.

But Yuuri couldn't, for the life of him, bring himself to stop.

Sorry, it's short again. Truth is I'm a very cruel person and I want Wolf's death to linger a bit. Terrible, hun?