Wrong

Chapter: XIV

By: Tenshi no Nanimo

DISCLAIMER: The bishies of Kyou Kara Maou are not mine (even Lorenzo and Domenico of Anne Rice's "Cry to Heaven")… so I'm just borrowing them for my own imagination and plot.

WARNINGS: Some characters are out of character. Furthermore, it doesn't really follow the original plot and has lots of drama. Also, Domenico and Lorenzo belong to the novel Cry to Heaven by Anne Rice. However, the idea that Domenico and Wolfram has met is solely mine.

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"So, you mean, it really is possible to meet Wolfram again?" Yuuri asked with an optimistic expression.

"Heika, it is indeed possible. However, it would be wise if we go about things in a careful way, especially when we are going to deal with Lord Domenico. I do not think that he merely 'forgot' to discourage us from attending when he went to such great lengths just to let us know that we cannot contact Wolfram, even in letter form." Gunter paused and looked at Yuuri, trying to decipher his reaction. What he saw from the soukoku was a troubled one.

"What I'm trying to say, Heika, is that there has to be some trap for us that Lord Domenico has set- up. Or, if not, then there has to be some kind of advantage for them to be this bold." Gunter stated. He took a peak at his beloved Heika once in a while and the way that Yuuri's hopeful smile melted into a frown disheartened the Royal Adviser a great deal.

"Do you think that Wolfram would allow that?" Yuuri asked with a little voice, hurt evident in his voice. Looking around the room, he saw that everyone's face was troubled.

"You couldn't possibly be implying that Wolfram would just ignore me! Conrad, talk! Wolfram's your brother; you have to protect him when he's not here to speak for himself!" Conrad only looked at Yuuri with a dejected expression. "Not you too, Conrad…"

Seeing the tension in the room, Gwendal spoke up, "Heika, listen to us. We are not saying that Wolfram's the one refusing to see us or that he might be planning something that we do not know. What we are trying to make you see is that we have a formidable opponent that is hiding behind Wolfram's back. We can never question Wolfram's loyalty to us, especially to you, his beloved king." Yuuri gaped, noticing that Gwendal definitely omitted the word 'fiance.'

'Oh yeah, we're not engaged anymore…' Yuuri thought with a faraway expression in his face. Noticing this, Gwendal coughed to gain Yuuri's attention once again. Gwendal continued speaking.

"As I have said before, we can never question Wolfram's loyalty. However, if there is someone telling him things that would make him doubt or be angry with us, then he might possible succumb to that person's influence especially when he's too emotional, which we all know he is." Gwendal stated, physically looking at his king's eyes, but mentally absent himself.

Gwendal's thoughts were about something else; it was more concerned with his youngest brother's welfare. All of them have heard rumors about Domenico; how tricky and manipulative he was to his 'customers.' With this kind of person controlling his brother, he couldn't even predict a possible outcome for their upcoming meeting with the two courtesans. But, that wasn't what troubled him the most. He was certain that a lot of people would be involved, but he was sure that Wolfram would be the one who would receive the most damage in dealing with both his king, Yuuri and his mentor, Domenico.

Gwendal did not know Domenico's ulterior motives, but he was sure that the sly courtesan would put his youngest brother to good use. After all, Wolfram is such an important pawn in the world of politics. He is currently the heir to the throne of the demon king unless Yuuri would have a child, which is far from happening. He is also, the future head of the influential clan of von Bielefeld. With all of these qualifications, who wouldn't use Wolfram for their own good especially in terms of moving up the social ladder?

Then, there's also Yuuri to consider. Yuuri might not have ulterior motives, but he might throw venomous words at Wolfram once again. That would not really be far from happening since the two have the tendency to always fight. Quickly, Gwendal's hands flew to his temples. He felt a major headache coming.

"Gwendal is absolutely correct, Heika. I think that it would be wise to prepare ourselves. To start off things, it would be best to alarm them of our presence by sending them a letter. If ever they do reply, then, they could not possibly humiliate you publicly while claiming that you were imposing on them." Gunter dictated.

"Well, if that's the only way to meet Wolfram, then I would leave things to your care Gunter."

"Of course, Heika." Gunter bowed as he accepted Yuuri's orders. After excusing himself, Gunter quickly exited Yuuri's room so that he could start writing the letter.

As soon as the door closed after Gunter left, Yuuri turned to face Gwendal and Conrad. "I guess, karma's quick to catch up with me. Who knew that the tables would turn around and that I would be the one running after Wolfram?" He chuckled bitterly while glancing at Wolfram's brother who had worried expressions. In response, Yuuri threw them a shaky smile and proceeded towards the windowsill to lean on it. He looked at the garden and saw the gleaming buds of the 'Beautiful Wolfram' that reminded him so much of Wolfram's golden hair. Suddenly, he felt a pang on his chest, deep longing for his blond hair made him weak on the knees.

"But, you know, the thing that bothers me the most is how difficult it is to say simple words such as 'sorry' when Wolfram definitely deserves it… Who knows how much pain he is suffering right now? Am I really so undeserving of his forgiveness?" Yuuri trailed off and quickly left the room.

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"What are we going to do again?" Wolfram asked. He was sipping tea in one of his room's most comfortable chairs when Domenico quietly slipped into his abode. The long- haired boy quickly approached Wolfram and gave him a sly smile.

"Do not worry your pretty little head about such insignificant things, Wolfram! Everything is being taken care of. What you have to worry about is how to get to the tailor shop fast enough because I have scheduled you for a fitting today." Domenico stated and swiftly took a peek at the contents of his golden pocket watch. "If what I'm seeing is correct, then the tailor has been missing your presence for approximately two hours."

Wolfram's eyes widened. He scampered towards his massive close and quickly took clothes off their hangers, not exactly minding the articles of clothing that he took out. While changing his clothes, he kept on shouting at Domenico, which the latter found amusing.

"I don't know what kind of perverse thoughts that run in your head whenever you see me so flustered! All I know is that you enjoy seeing me in this kind of state!" Wolfram huffed while hastily pulling on his boots.

"Why, it's kind of obvious already Wolfram. I don't even know why you ask such things. Who wouldn't enjoy seeing you in this kind of state when you are blushing and panting as if you were--"

"Stop it with the sexual innuendos already!" Domenico never got to finish his statement because of Wolfram's outburst. In response, Domenico's grin only widened, showing off his pearly white teeth at the irate blond, which only incensed the latter even further.

":All right, all right. I will stop." Domenico mock surrendered by waving his hands in front of him in a placating manner. "I will stop teasing you already because you are late enough as it is." Wolfram was already out of the door even before Domenico has finished his sentence. The purple- eyed boy was about to leave Wolfram's private chambers when someone knocked on the door. Curious, Domenico opened the door slowly and left the previously occupied room when he saw the intruder.

"What is it now Lorenzo? I bet that you weren't expecting me to be the one who would open this door… Am I correct in my assumption?" Domenico crossed his arms and scanned the other boy's form with suspicious eyes. "So, what kind of weapon have you brought today? A sword? A knife? Or, could it be poison?"

Lorenzo laughed. "Oh, don't accuse me of such things Domenico. You are the one who is notorious for his great knowledge of poisons." In retaliation, Domenico glared warningly.

"Oh, stop it with your murderous looks. I am not here with the intention of killing your new golden- haired boy toy. I am here because I know that you will be occupied with him, or more like, flirting shamelessly with him. Now, since this letter was addressed to you yet it came from that mazoku's homeland, then I hoped to see some form of great entertainment if my timing was correct." Lorenzo shrugged as if to emphasize his point.

"Alas, he already fled before I could mock him." Seeing the relief shining in Domenico's eyes, Lorenzo added, "But, if I were you Domenico, I would not stay calm for too long especially when there are people like me intent on destroying your plans." Lorenzo laughed menacingly as he left the castrato in a befuddled state.

Once Lorenzo was out of his sight, Domenico hastened towards his own private rooms. He thought that he had already made arrangements for the letters that came from Shin Makoku? Domenico shook his head roughly. It was not the time to think of such trivial matters! The important task was to dispose of the letter that was currently in his hands.

His room came into view and he sighed in relief as soon as he closed the doors. He quickly looked at the official seal of the demon king and ripped off the envelope to note the contents of the letter. He scanned through the whole thing and dropped the paper as soon as he was finished with it.

"This could not be happening!" Domenico muttered while his hands started gripping some of his dark locks. His eyes darted sideways, to and fro while his mouth was open as if in a silent scream. He tried to remember the contents of the letter again and his heart started beating loudly. The demon king would be attending Wolfram's ball!

His planes were ruined! All because of a single mistake, all because he forgot to notify the demon king that he is not allowed to attend in a much earlier time period! He slumped into his chair and thought of alternatives. He could not tell the monarch soukoku now that he could not attend since he did claim 'anyone who is anybody' could attend; to make matters worse, the demon king even sent a letter that confirmed his presence in the ball, which by now must be a widespread fact. He had no other choice but to acknowledge the demon king's presence.

However, if Yuuri and Wolfram met again and if Yuuri was successful in convincing Wolfram to return to Shin Makoku, then he might loose Wolfram… Right?

No, he absolutely cannot let that happen.

But… How?

Suddenly, Lorenzo's words from their conversation earlier floated in the air. "You are the one who is notorious for his great knowledge of poisons."

Domenico smirked. He might not loose Wolfram after all. If he had been successful at doing it earlier, then, chances are that he would be able to do it again. He sat down on his writing desk and started on writing his response letter to Yuuri.

Domenico ended the letter with a flourish, his spider- like signature resting at the bottom of the page. Quickly, he stamped his seal on the envelope. He looked at the spot before him, imagining the wimpy and awkward demon king standing at the empty space. He flashed a predatory grin at the imaginary Yuuri and said, "You threw Wolfram away, thinking that he is trash, but in reality, he is one of the rarest gems in the whole world. I picked him up and polished him to perfection. Now, you want him back, but I would not willingly give him up. After all, I am playing for keeps." Domenico's cruel laughter was carried away by the wind.

Kingdoms away, Yuuri shivered due to the cold caresses of the wind. What was this ominous feeling that he had?

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

As always, I am sorry for the late update. I had bad internet connection for the past few months so I guess, I had more time to procrastinate. I'm really sorry. Besides, I was kind of discouraged from continuing this story. I did say that I accept constructive criticisms, but there was this one reviewer who really crossed the line and insulted me personally (you can read her rude insights in the reviews section.) Not to worry though, instead of being discouraged from writing, I found more motivation from her verbal abuses since it would irk her if I did continue writing.

Anyway, I'm sorry if this chapter was quite insane; it was intentional. I guess, I'm just showing you more of Domenico's personality, which really borders on being insane. And, if you are quite confused with the events, please wait for the next chapter. I promise that I will explain things more clearly especially Domenico's wicked plan. What would happen to our dear royal couple? Once again, I'd be happy if you'd review this chapter and give concrits. Flames will be ignored especially from that rude person.