Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN KYOU KARA MAOU!

It is not my property.

A/N: The next chapter will really be the last one.

WARNING: A bit OOC YUURAM finally... In this chapter Yuuri's POV

My hand was shaking when I unbolted the door. I could hear nothing and the dark was a barrier to the surroundings. I was afraid of tripping over something. But knowing Wolfram's personality, his bedroom was never a mess. It would be clean and net as usual.

However, I did crush something when my feet took tentative steps forward inside the room.

It was like flowers. I could feel it with my fingers when I bent down to touch. I wonder, with a frown upon my face, why these flowers were lying on the carpet. Then I straightened, trying to see the bed through the darkness. The wind blowing caught my attention and I eventually looked at the window. It was open.

As I closed it, something struck me. My fingers lowered to the red stains on a part of the window. The glass had been broken at this part. As if there had been a shock. I lifted my fingers to my nose and I wasn't wrong.

Blood.

My heart nearly stopped, making my chest very painful. Thousands of ideas inside my head turned and created a mess. I imagined the worst had just happened to Wolfram. I turned around, trying to find something to light me and help me. I decided to go out to search for his brothers or whoever could give me a hand.

A muffled sob reached my ears.

My instinct told me to look for at my left. I drew the curtains open to have some moonlight. When I checked at my left with fearful eyes, I could see a frail silhouette shaking and all cuddled up into a corner of the bedroom, between a wall and a wardrobe. It was pale pink. I didn't need more indication to guess who it was.

" Wolfram..." the name escaped my mouth.

Carefully, I knelt down in front of him and touched his shoulders. I think I had scared him. He was shocked to the contact. Despite the lack of light, his big green eyes were brighting and watched me with entire and complete astonishment. Obviously, he hadn't heard me come in his bedroom.

I frowned again, not preventing myself from reaching out and stroked his warm cheeks. They were all wet with his tears. He pulled back as if afraid of my touch. Who could blame him after what I have done to him earlier? I shook my head then moved closer to him.

" Don't, Wolfram. I'm not there to hurt you."

At the moment, I had wished to be in the moonlight with him to see Wolfram better. He didn't know what to do to my words. His lips were parted slightly, his eyes looking at me from top to bottom. If none of us did something, we could stay like this forever. I grabbed his hands and pulled him into my arms, a small whimper escaping his throat. His body was incredibly warm but shaking like a leaf. I dived my nose into his neck that smelled of musk and slowly started to move back and forth, like I would do for one of my children.

" Don't worry, Wolfram...I'm there...shh..." I hoped my voice sounded soothing and gentle enough.

With my arms around his slender body, I could stroke his back. Never had Wolfram looked so fragile and desperate. I continued my soft treatment until I could hear him crying again. He must have too much sorrow to hold back. He just couldn't. He had to let go of all his tension and stress. Soon, his tears damped my shirt and my shoulder but I couldn't say that I cared.

" Yuuri..." he murmured with a sob. I tightened my hug around him as I almost felt my own tears stinging at the corners of my eyes. His voice was broken, husky like a voice coming out from a dried throat. I kissed his cheek then moved my hand higher until I could reach his curls. I passed my hand through his golden mane, savoring its softness.

My frown reappeared on my face. My fingers were touching something liquid, hot and a bit sticky at the left side of his head. My nostrils twitched.

Blood.

" Wolfram, what is it?"

He didn't dare to tell me what I soon knew what it was. Or maybe, he didn't feel the need to tell me, as his dolour was overwhelming both of us like a contagious fever. My body started to shudder, Wolfram was keeping weeping. He winced when I touched again his wound on his head.

So...I understood.

Wolfram had, before I arrived, knocked his head against the window until it broke his skin and wounded it. And since he'd done that, he'd even been trying to heal himself. Guilty ate up at me. Wolfram, in his normal state would never have done something this dangerous, this stupid. My Wolfram was just much stronger than that. Had my coldness made him so wretched and sad? Was I killing him inside, unconsciously encouraging him to do what he would never have done in the past? Was I becoming a monster?

Only despair and pain could push Wolfram to hurt and beat himself. I could imagine him crying all the tears of his body, his hands resting on the window glass and he hammering his head against it until he knew blood was sliding down his face. Then he would cuddle himself up into a corner with no one to comfort him like a puppy. My chest tightened painfully. I could only understand that Wolfram was diving into depression. He suddenly struggled against my arms, but his reaction didn't anger me. I guessed he hold me a grudge. But what could I do? Everything that had happened couldn't be erased.

" Shh, Wolfram, darling, everything will be fine from now on. I promise you won't be alone anymore..."

" D-do...you f-forgive me?" he dared to ask that now? Did he ?

I squeezed him tighter as if there was no tomorrow and said, the most kindly possible, in his ear:

" Of course, I do, I do. Don't worry about that."

I kept moving back and forth, my maryoku working as I was healing him. His small hands clutched my shirt and he welcomed my help with greed.

That night, we slept in the same bed for the first time since my marriage with someone else. I was holding him close to my heart, his head resting between my shoulder and my neck. His body was all snuggled against mine. I listened to his difficult breath. It was an odd sensation to feel him and his nightgown on my skin. I kissed his eyelids then more shyly his lips.

He re-opened his eyes to that. He looked at me with uncertainty and fear and also hope. The last feeling was the one I wanted to see more than everything else. I wanted him to be sure I wouldn't back away from any of our kisses anymore, that I would always respond to them in kind. I hoped he could see that in my eyes in spite of the dark.

Wolfram slowly raised his chin so that his round mouth was on mine a few seconds later. I accepted the kiss willingly. It was chaste because somehow we were both a bit frightened. Me, for kissing someone else than my former husband, he...because perhaps he was still afraid of being disappointed.

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When we woke up, we were both a little...dizzy...We were waking up beside each other and this fact, it hadn't happened for a very long time. It is like being pulled out of a strange dream, as if it was not so real...And however, everything had been true. We'd lived a true nightmare. Wolfram and I didn't look at each other's eyes right away. I didn't know for him, but on my face, heavy tears were sliding down my cheeks as I observed the bed canopy. I felt a sob that shook him and I comprehended I wasn't the only one crying. My right hand searched for his left and I tightened my grip on it.

" It took us so long before having all this back." he stated with a shaky, broken voice. I could only nod, the motion of my head slow and almost hesitant. We were just realizing we were suffering so much. And how old are we? He's barely eighty-four years old, which made him still a young man among the mazoku males...I had reached my seventeenth year recently...All this tension that had been dropped on our shoulders felt like a bag filled with stone and mud. It let us a bitter taste inside our mouths. We were young and despite that, due to our roles and duties, we will face many more issues, many deaths, perhaps. And this...This was what crushed me...For the first time,in my life, my job as a king had really the bother of a burden. Regarding Wolfram's feelings about that, I don't want to...

" Yuuri...Wouldn't it be easier if actually we were not King and Prince?..."

Ah, that's it...I wasn't wrong, Wolfram felt the same as I did. Silence took its place inside the bedroom. I could barely feel his thumb caressing my hand with circular motions. I dared to steal a peek at the surroundings and then, I saw the flowers on the floor, broken vases, the desk and the chair knocked over...then my eyes raised to the window. They remembered the blood stains.

" Wolfram!" I had nearly shouted and Wolfram let out a whimper, his eyes bulged out, fear written on his face, and his body tensing under the intensity of my voice. I guessed I'd just snapped him out of his thoughts. I faced him, turning on my side swiftly and reached out to check his wound on his head...I whined when I caught sight of some blond hair missing at the left side of his head, but, contrary to the night before, there was no blood anymore. Just a naughty scar...even my maryoku had failed to erase this profanity...

I closed my eyes as I felt my tears overflooding them.

" Yuuri..." I took him into my arms as I sat up, squeezing him against my heart. The embrace was strong, because I wanted it to be, I could feel it. I think surprise stung me a bit, when he didn't complain. My tears were damping his shoulder.

" Yuuri...What's going on?"he hugged me back, his slender arms locking around my waist, his tiny hands stroking my back in soothing movements. I was kissing his neck and I even hadn't realized it.

"...Did I hurt you yesterday? And the other day?Did I..."

" No, no!" his head was shaking vigorously, his golden curls ruffling my cheek and my jaw. " I should have understood you needed time, I shouldn't have tried to perturb such a moment. I'm sorry, forgive me...And yesterday, it wasn't your fault either, if I were stronger and less stupid, I wouldn't have done that. I often despised people who were doing that to themselves, and now, look at me, I didn't hesitate a second to treat myself so badly...If only I..."

His own tears took the best of him. " I thought you really hated me! When you didn't insist for me to stay beside you a few hours ago, it broke my heart..."I pulled away just a little, diving my black gaze inside his green ones. Is green not the colour of hope? He looked childish but at the same time, his face was carrying the features of someone who'd witnessed too much. My thumbs caressed his tears away.

" I swear I won't treat you like this anymore. I don't want to loose you. And you're not weak. You're strong, Wolfram. You've endured a plenty of things, and you're still standing there. Now...I want to know if you can let me be back into your life, if I'm still holding this chance to..."

He shook his head, again. With a smile,with his beautiful tears, he said: "Yuuri, you have always had this chance and this place. So don't ask for them. I was afraid you wouldn't forgive me, I understand the full extent of my betrayal, and more than everything else, I feared you wouldn't give a second chance to both of us. I have only yearned for you all my life...What I did, I regret to have done it. I know what you mean to me, that's why I've held onto you. Even wh-when you were married. I don't want to let go of you, no more. And no other man, or woman, can replace you. It's me who beg you to let me this place..."

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We decided on a mutual agreement, that Wolfram would go on a trip for a while. I wanted to mourn without being a danger for him, or for anyone else. He first was quite reluctant to leave me alone in such a sad moment. Moreover, after being kept away from me by my marriage, he was now 'forced' to take his own distance. More hurt was added to the first.

" I want you to think about your decision, Wolfram" I murmured while we'd escaped our older advisors. " When you are back, I'm sure your mind will be fresh enough again and that you will be able to know if you really want to stay with me. As for me, I'm ready to fully make up with you, but I need to do things in time. Then I'll take care of you, completely and without reserve. I don't want to rush things when things are not done properly and then, in the future, you may be hurt and bothered again because of this, because of our impatience."

He nodded, his gaze caressing and soft.

" You will wait for me, won't you?"

" I will, I promise."

" Then I will listen to your advice and think about us...But" he looked straight into my eyes. The forest of his emerald green eyes seemed more vivid, as if a wind was blowing over the leaves of his irises. " You can be sure I won't waver about my decision. I do want to be with you, and I'm intending to show you that."

We were peering into each other's eyes before I pulled him forward for a strong embrace and a feverish kiss. We kissed as if this might be our last one.

Things could go back to where they had stayed between he and me.

Trust me...

TBC

Eirina