Someday Out of the Blue

By,

Rune Wolfe

Disclaimer: I own none of Kyou Kara Maou

Note: I'm sorry this has taken me so long to post. I was in France with my mother and best friend so it was hard to get any time to write.


"Who'll walk me down to church when I'm sixty years of age
When the ragged dog they gave me has been ten years in the grave
And señorita play guitar, play it just for you
My rosary has broken and my beads have all slipped through"

– Elton John, 'Sixty Years On'

Chapter 20: Be Nirvana, Be Salvation

Once the maids had returned the king to his bed and drugged him into a light sleep, the true work began. The boy kicked and cried in his slumber, yelling for someone, however the name became muddled by the drug. They watched him sadly, shaking their heads. "Poor heika," Doria whispered as the young king began to cry again. The other girls nodded.

This dilemma had been hard on everyone, no one could think clearly now that they wonderful king had bee wounded. Nothing else seemed to matter, and in all honesty, even time seemed have stopped in order to watched over the sleeping child. Nothing started and nothing ended without the boy.

Just then Conrad entered the scene, gently pushing open the door to the king's chambers. Upon seeing the maids hovering over a clearly upset Yuuri, he grew confused. "What's going on?" His hazel eyes held them questionably.

"His majesty got out of bed; we had to give him ore medicine," they answered in unison.

The man then looked over to his sleeping godson. "Did he say anything?" However following his words was a long lingering silence. What were the girls supposed to say? Yuuri had only said what everyone else knew. They avoided looking Conrad in the eye. Noticing their uncomfortable silence the man repeated his question, there was something they were telling him, "did the king say anything?" His patience was wearing thin.

Sangria began nervously one hand perched delicately over her chest where it had begun to ache, it suddenly seemed hard to breathe, "he said that he had to find his heart….that it was gone…"

Doria elaborated, "He said his heart couldn't have left him behind. He was crying so much it broke my heart."

"Anything else?" The man asked, hoping for something that resembled hope.

They signaled that that was all.

Shaking his head sorrowfully, Conrad sighed. So it was true, everything the mythical beasts had said was true. The boy no longer had his heart, no longer knew himself.

But wait…. the man turned to the girls, "did you say that he was crying?"

They nodded, unable to see what he was getting at.

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Wolfram gently touched his fingers to his canvas. The painting was an old one, a portrait of Yuuri, that had been left unfinished since before Yuuri had gone back to earth. Perhaps he had left it incomplete for a reason, just the way his heart would be incomplete without his king. He didn't really know why he was looking at it now, it was covered in dust and the blonde had no intention of finishing it, but the eyes…. They were the one captivating part of this artwork. Wolfram's love had turned this particular painting into a masterpiece whilst most of his others lacked all talent. The eyes felt real. They felt like the real Yuuri. Of course, Wolfram had had an advantage with all the time he had spent dreaming about them.

At this point in time, the image on the canvas seemed more alive than the real thing. It was almost as if Wolfram had locked away Yuuri's heart in that painting. The way the lips curled into a soft clumsy smile made Wolfram remember how it felt to give the boy his own heart. However, if one was to truly think about… Wolfram had given Yuuri his heart long ago, back when he first said 'I love you.'

Just then, as Wolfram drifted back through his memories, something came to him…

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When Yuuri woke again, Conrad's eyes were the first thing he saw. The man looked concerned, yet comforting as the king struggled slightly to sit up. His head spun slightly and he leaned back against the elaborate headboard. "Conrad…."

"You're looking better, heika," the man responded in his normal passive way. But it had always just been a front. Conrad truly wasn't passive about anything that mattered, and certainly not when it came to Yuuri.

"Thanks…," the boy whispered, a touch of confusion in his voice. "How long have I been asleep?"

His godfather stood from his chair and moved to sit on the side of the bed, folding his hand in his lap thoughtfully. "According to the maids, about 6 or so hours since they found you in the hall. You gave them a fright."

The boy king looked away and stared down at the golden embroidering in the blankets. From the thin strands of fiery thread lions and forests were born, a whole world contained on a single piece of cloth. The boy thought back, "they found me in the hallway?" For some reason he could quite grasp what the man had said.

Conrad looked at him in veiled disbelief, "you don't remember? They said you were crying."

Yuuri laughed weakly, "that's hardly uncommon with me."

The man hesitated to continue further..., "they also told me that you were looking for something…," for once in their entire tie of knowing each other Conrad couldn't look Yuuri in the eye. Shame seemed to fill his entire being at the thought of what had happened back at the Asrai caverns, "…perhaps your heart?"

The boy tilted his head, "why would I be looking for that?"

Finally Conrad looked him in the face, "the fetches took it, remember? That was part of the bargain."

Yuuri smiled softly, "no one can 'take' another person's heart, Conrad, it can only be given." The king moved to lean against his godfather. Yes, he remembered now, he had been in the hallway, but because it had frightened him to wake alone, without someone he loved beside him.

His guardian dared to speak again, "does that mean that you still have it?"

Again the boy laughed, yet more openly this time, "oh no, I have given that to someone very special."