Hey all! This is so late...sorry! On the plus side I have written a lot more for this story in general? haha Anyways, I decided I would upload these 2 chapters together, as I felt, one was not enough! I think you will understand why when you read them, they aren't too long; I hope to get the next one to you sooner! Also thanks for all the new and old followers and favourites! You all make my day (days? haha) :)

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SweetHeaven: haha it is all good! Honestly I love your long reviews! It just shows how passionate you are about the show, and I enjoy reading about it:)
Yes I agree to pretty much everything! And I am glad you felt that way about the description of his room. I guess, I was pretty much going for the idea of the room being his personal space, a space that he felt, only ever was fit for him, only ever occupied by him, and to have someone he considers to be pure and almost god-like, in there, he feels a bit exposed, ashamed and misplaced? It has hints of his past and pieces of him hidden in books and belongings that he perhaps, never wants someone like Yuuri to be near. Which I find sad, but goes with the type of character I am trying to portray.
Naww thanks! I am glad it all came across! I didn't really want to get much heavier than that, because I really didn't want to upset anyone who might be reading it. But I am glad that the feelings still got across! I was in such a weird mood when I wrote most of that, but it is one of my favourites of mine so far I reckon. And I think you are right too, first person was prefect because it allowed me to be bias towards wolfram & how he might be feeling.
I am so glad you agree! Sometimes with some of these shows they are way too forgiving towards sexual assault or invasion of privacy. And I get that it makes a good, or interesting story line, but it is something that should be highlighted as not appropriate for real life! Plus, it makes me sad to see Wolf forcing himself into a bed he isn't really wanted in. So now I want Yuuri to beg for him to return to that bed! HAHAHAH - okay, perhaps I got off track haha But I agree with everything that you have said:)
My heart broke too! Why I am breaking my own heart by writing this I will never know! But hopefully I can heal both of ours hearts by the end of this story! haha
Thank you again! I look forward to hearing your thoughts about the next chapter too, although it isn't as interesting, but the next few will be:) Thanks again!

Anne Garbo: Yay! I am glad:D Naww... I will try not to? haha But I can't make any promises haha I agree, he does deserve to be happy! This wasn't that soon, but I will try to make the next update quicker! Thanks for your review! Hopefully I hear from you again:)

Sawyer Fan: Thanks! And I listened to that song and you are so right! When I write for this story sometimes I listen to youtube vidoes with Yuuri/Wolf, & one video has a song called "Time of dying" by Three days of Grace, which has the same kind of sound of that song from memory? haha Thanks for sharing! I enjoyed that! Hope to her from you again:)

Shia naru: I love it! I do that too for stories/& shows; I seriously have little self-control haha He does a little, but Yuuri doesn't stand for that long, so we will see how he plans to get Wolf to come around! hehe And yes, he will drag our little wolf back to earth, but how he does, you will have to see;)
The letters are not mentioned in this chapter but will be in the next chapter:) Don't worry, I understood most of it! Just not sure what "fiuh" meant. Thanks for your review! Hope to hear from you again:)

Deidara4ever: haha that is a tease! What did you think of the chapter? But thanks for your comment anyways! haha

Missocrates: Thank you! :)

Chapter 7: Aftermath

Later that day…

Yuuri sat behind his desk once again staring at the mountain of paperwork he had yet to touch. This time his thoughts were not of never-ending paperwork, but of a certain tear-stained demon wearing a particularly cold-hearted expression. He stuck his head into his hands realising that he had just spent the last two hours on the same document.

Sound of the door opening and footsteps entering snapped him out of a repeated loop of unwanted memories. Looking up he greeted Gunter, Conrad, Gwendal and Cacilie. They joined Murata-, whom had been keeping Yuuri company doing his own schoolwork from Earth-, sitting at the table in the middle of the room.

"How is the paper work coming Yuuri?" Conrad asked, sending a warm smile his way.

"Do you want an honest answer?" He said, making his way to join them at the table. He took a seat next to Conrad.

"Don't worry about it now. I will help you out with it later tonight; let's just get this business with last night sorted first." Gwendal spoke, he also felt the weight of last night events preventing him from doing anything productive.

"Has anyone spoken to him? I tried to before, but my baby wouldn't let me into his room." Cacilie felt a sense of hopelessness once again return with yet another unfortunate event hitting her youngest. She was informed of the night's ordeals earlier by her oldest son, she was angry that she was not informed sooner, so angry she almost burnt down the left wing of the castle, but she understood that her sons were just trying to protect her too.

Yuuri slouched into his chair, once again returning his head to the shelter of his arms resting upon the table. He was exhausted, yet he hadn't done anything but think all day. After the bath incident he hadn't been able to get Wolfram's words out of his head, he couldn't believe what he had heard, did Wolfram really feel that way?

"He just needs his space. I am sure that when he is ready he will put our minds at ease and come talk to us…" Murata said trying to cheer up the occupants in the room.

"So… what are we going to do about Lucas?" Yuuri said beneath the shelter of his arms.

"Well protocol dictates-" Gunter was cut off by the burst of the doors opening, and a man storming with a determined walk.

"Wolfram!" Gwendal spoke as he watched the young man enter the room.

He was dressed in his usual attire, blue and white uniform with his blade hanging effortlessly by his side.

"Nothing. You will do nothing. Lucas is my responsibility."

"Wolfram, you don't have to do that. I have it handled." Gwendal said with concern.

"NO. He is my third in command, I appointed him. I can't just leave this be… I can't just abandon him now."

Speaking with concern and softness, Yuuri said, "You have to be kidding me… Wolfram! What are you thinking? After everything he did-"

"We don't know his intentions." Wolfram was quick to interrupt.

"I think we do." Yuuri rebutted.

"You think. And I know it looks bad, but you don't know him. I do. And perhaps an older version of myself might have given up on him, after that blatant lack of respect, but I have grown since then. I'm not going to give up on someone who has spent his life protecting his kingdom and myself. There has to be… a reason for… what transpired."

All eyes held a steady gaze towards the blonde Prince. His words were admirable, yet naive. They didn't quite understand, but they could see the young man was doing his best to keep his cool composure. It had become a permanent mask sheltering him from a reality he didn't want to part take in. It was a mask they had grown assumed to, yet as they watched it harder with each encounter, it acted as a barrier, reminding them of a man who was determined to escape their clutches.

Yurri had straightened up with the entrance of the man; he felt his heart bleed with pain, yet his blood boiled fuelled by irritation and rage. Some part of him had felt that perhaps he could handle this, perhaps he could…well he wasn't sure. But he at least thought that they had moved past clashing heads so much, yet it seems they were back at square one. Square one being unable to agree on anything.

Breaking from his normal calm, rational composure, Yuuri found himself clenching his fists together and shouting,

"Argh, I don't want to hear it!"

Startled eyes widen towards his Highness.

"Yuuri…" Conrad spoke softly beside him.

The double black lifted his head and found his eyes boring across the room to the emerald ones.

"I don't give a shit about that scum-bag! I can't believe you're protecting him. Why can't you just shut up and let us handle it! Can't you see this is for the best?"

Wolfram's eyes narrowed upon Yuuri, he replied, "No. No I can't. And frankly I am horrified that you would say such a thing, after all I am only following your example. You're the one that taught us to understand first, then judge. To fight to be better people, to encourage others to do the same. And not to be nit-picking or anything, but you were the one the other day complaining when I did shut up and take orders. Honestly Yuuri, do you ever bother to think before you speak anymore, it's like your regressing into an even bigger wimp."

His words were cold, strong and honest. They cut straight through Yuuri's anger and awoke the rational being that had taken a small nap. A strange daze fell across the room as each occupant came to the strange realisation that for this current fight, Yuuri and Wolfram had changed positions. Instead of being wise, compassionate and rational, Yuuri was speaking from an emotional smog, and instead Wolfram was setting aside his emotions and trying his best to make choices he felt that were suitable.

In an attempt to cool down the conversation, and allow the Maou to regain his composure Gwendal spoke, "Not saying I agree with you, frankly, if it was my choice he would be rotting in the dungeon right now, or worse. However, what did you have in mind?"

Wolfram pulled his eyes off the double black, the same one who had lowered his eyes soon after his little spill, and turned them to his eldest brother.

"I will be taking him back to Bielefelt lands, hear what he has to say for himself. Consult my uncle, but ultimately having to strip him of his status and privileges. Depending on what my uncle has to say, and what he has to say for himself, he might have to spend some time locked away. We will have to leave right away of course."

"Very well. Seems reasonable." Replied Gwendal, he really did feel it was a reasonable option. It would also cause less fuss having to deal with the matter outside of the castle. He felt that perhaps his brother wanted to keep this quiet, and resolving it outside of the castle was the best way to keep rumours from spreading like wildfire. Not to mention the old law for dealing with situations like this was outdated; he really wasn't in the mood to have that conversation with the current Maou. The only problem that Gwendal had was, he would rather it be himself who his brother sought assistance from, and not Wolfram's uncle. It wasn't that he thought Wolfram's uncle wouldn't be of any help, it is just that, this was his youngest brother. His brother that he hadn't seen in a long time and who had been through so much already, Gwendal couldn't help but feel a little useless. He wanted to be needed, he wanted to play big brother once again, just as he did so many times when the young demon before him was growing up. Yet, the man before him was just that, a man. Gone are the days where he needed, nor wanted, his older brother's protection. Well, now that he thought about it, Gwendal knew Wolfram never particularly wanted his older brother's help, but because he was so much older he could play the big brother card taking control of the situation and make the tough calls. Unfortunately now, he knew he could no longer use Wolfram's age as an excuse for taking control.

As if sensing her son's apprehension, Cacilie put her hand on her eldest son's shoulder in support.

"I'm not sure that I agree, however, if this is how you would like to deal with the matter, I don't see why not." She said to her youngest with a warm, understanding curl of her lips; however she had yet to inform him that she was also planning on accompanying him to the estate.

"It does sound reasonable. Yuuri, what do you think?" Conrad spoke, reminding His Majesty that if he did have a problem with it, this was time to speak up.

The Maou turned his eyes towards Conrad and then returning them back to the blonde, finding that everyone had pretty much decided and now waited for him to give the all-clear.

"I guess. I just don't understand why you insist on doing this on your own. I mean, it isn't too late for you to just to forget this and let us deal with it?" His voice already carried defeat, yet he forced the words out in hope that perhaps he could convince the man to leave the matter to them. He had this overwhelming need to protect the blonde demon, yet he found the protection was unwanted and apparently not needed.

Wolfram wasn't blind, he could hear the plead and pain his former-fiancé was expressing, yet he felt it was no longer his responsibility to deal with, right now he had his own problems to sort out, and they involved getting back home as soon as possible to sort out this whole mess.

"I know. And I appreciate that, I really do… you have all been understanding and I am grateful, I mean it, thank you. However, this is something I have to do on my own. I get that this might be difficult for you to understand, but I have had a whole life before you, and before that Samuel, Abigail and… L-Lucas were a big part of that. If I don't sort this out it would be like shutting out my entire past. I can't really explain further…" his voice had become weaker, less certain as he spoke, each word seem to pull at memories he wasn't stable enough to think about, yet slipping out without much thought, he continued "…to be honest, I don't really understand it myself… I just have to understand why…"

His eyes had glazed over adding to shield him further from betraying anymore of himself. He didn't want sympathy, that wasn't his aim. He just needed to give up a little of himself in order to gain a little understanding.

Yuuri reluctantly empathized with the man, he still didn't understand any of it, but he could see it was something Wolfram had to do. He found himself agreeing and soon after watching once again as the blonde prince rode away from him and his castle.

Note: I don't support this attitude towards this situation as much…. But I felt it does go with the flow of the show. However in reality there is no excuse for assault, personally I could never trust that person again. But it is fan fiction-let's take this with a grain of salt. I am sure I don't need to say this, but if you ever experience anything like this talk to someone, and get help please, there is no excuse for that behaviour. Also, as I will explain later, it isn't how it seems… but I don't want to give anything big away, so please keep reading ;)

Chapter 8: The Dreaded Gwendal

His head was spinning, and his feet were screaming, but if there was one thing Samual Von Ward had was pride. So, even though he wasn't sure if the wall in front of him stood three meters away, or ten, he wasn't about to show any signs of weakness in his walk, that is, until he found his golden haired friend with the bad temper, and brown haired one, with the questionable manners.

Unfortunately each step he took seemed to bring him closer to a group of people he did not want to run into. Of course, it was important to keep his composure in front of all aristocrats, the higher-up in rank, the more important it was to keep-up appearances, or at least, that is what those annoying little voices in his head told him, that, strangely enough, sound a lot like Wolfram, his sister and his father. So when the purple-haired demon found himself taking a right turn and almost bumping into the highest-of-the-high on the ladder, the Maou himself, he was left wide-eyed and internally cursing to say the least.

After a startled moment, Samuel was quick to plant a smile and bow his head in proper greeting.

"Oh, Your Majesty, how delightful it is to run into you again so soon…" his breath hitched with another figure coming into focus behind the young king, 'crap, the cranky one is here too' he mentally cursed.

"Lord Von Voltaire, Sir Weller, how lovely it is to see you both as well. I am sorry we didn't have a chance to properly catch up at last night's event." He added, trying very hard to hide any discomfort he felt in running into them. All minus the clueless King, knew that not conversing with each other at the night's event was in fact intentional, but playing politics meant they had to pretend that was not the case.

The cranky Gwendal felt another wrinkle take up residence upon his forehead as he eyed the purple-haired demon before him. Conrad grimaced upon the man, however civilly spoke for the both of them, "Lord Von Ward, yes, it was…unfortunate."

The young King looked upon the man unexpectedly; he had been lost in thought that he had no clue where the purple-haired demon before him appeared from. His eyes travelled Samuel; he was dressed in a long-sleeved frilly green dress-shirt, tucked into navy blue suit pants. Back on Earth this attire would be considered outrageous and outdated, yet here it was considered quite fashionable. It was strange to Yuuri that this man before him was considered another one of Wolfram's closest friends. Wolfram he felt, was always finely dressed, always managing to stay between appropriately dressed-, and keeping to the latest fashion. He was grateful that he didn't have to worry about wearing much else besides his black attire, however he remembered at times when occasion called for something else, and how helpful his blonde friend had been at choosing something acceptable. He joylessly remembers finding himself in similar positions once his friend left the castle, having to rely on Gunter to help pick out clothing. For his generation Gunter was a fine stylist, however Yuuri was quick to realise just how much he preferred and appreciated Wolfram's sense of style. He sighed at the thought before shifting his attention to the current individual before him. Noticing the man's baggy-eyes and pale face, he asked,

"Lord Von Ward, it is…good to see you again. However, I don't mean to be rude, but, you don't look so good, are you okay?"

"Oh, perfectly peachy Your Majesty, couldn't be better… I.. am… was just wondering where Wolfr- I mean, Lord Von Bielefelt was this evening...?" He was perfectly aware that his friend's older brothers did not appreciate his presence in their little brother's life. He still remembers over hearing a fight they had with Wolfram, then soon after that, watching as they dragged his friend away, never seeing him again until years after. By then Wolfram was a completely different person. He had cleaned up his act, and was now a respectable individual, although now, just a tad on the boring side Samuel felt.

"Why do you want to know?" The scary-faced chief adviser to the King said, he was rewarded with squeak from the purple-haired demon, "oh...nothing much…you know, catching up with my beloved friend…"

The tension in the air was awkward, even Yuuri was able to pick up on it,

"He actually left a few hours ago, back to Bielefelt estate." Yuuri informed him.

"Shit." Mentally hitting his head against a wall at the accidental word slip-up, Samuel was quick to add, "I mean, my apologies Your Majesty. I was just hoping to catch up with him before he left again… I am guessing Sir Kurami was with him as well? There was something very important I needed to discus with him as well…"

A part of Samuel felt like closing off his eyes, as before him stood the King and people advising the King, who hated his guts, and here he was acting like a complete fool. He really couldn't help it, he had a feeling he was still experiencing the effects of whatever it was that he had taken last night.

Not caring about politics for once, Gwendal was quick to intervene, "what was it that you wanted to speak to him about?" His eyes narrowed towards the young demon. Everyone knew by his tone, that there was not an option of not replying.

"Um, you see…" his mind was failing him. Normally he wouldn't find any problems in finding an excuse, or some lie he could use to satisfy the demanding man before him, yet, today his mind was turned to mush. His body was losing its control for the second time around in the last twenty-four hours, and the intense gaze he was receiving from the royal members before him were only adding to his anxiety. "…We… it is just important that I speak with them. You see, something, um, came up? Well, happened. So, I thought, it is best that I, um, check up on the two. At least, Lucas…"

Samuel really wanted to close his eyes and start running in the opposite direction, he wanted nothing more than not to have any further conversation with the older demons, yet his pride and the fact that he was in front of the Maou stopped him acting impulsively.

Deja-vu had overcome the two older men, the bitter-sweet taste of their younger brother's childhood returning to them. Gwendal spoke, "Wolfram and his men are escorting Sir Kurami back to Bielefelt where he will be questioned, then punished for assault. So I will ask you again, what is this about?"

"Sweet-Shinou, what have you done now Lucas" Samual thought. However, he was quick to come to his friend's defence,

"Oh… listen. I know that this looks bad. However, you must believe me when I say, whatever he did, he didn't mean it…" Samuel said weakly.

"That isn't a good enough. He is a grown man, you will have to do better than that." Gwendal firmly stated.

Yuuri stared upon the demon in front of him, something felt off. There was something he was missing, and he had a strange sense that whatever it was, it could be found in front of him.

"There is something you aren't telling us. Please, if there is anything you know about last night's event, you need to tell us." Said the young King.

Taking a breath in, Samuel weighed up his options, he knew that his angry blonde friend would not appreciate him disclosing this information to his brothers and his former fiancé, but what choice did he have? This was the Maou, if he asked for anything, it was his duty to honour that, right? Mentally cursing again, the young purple-haired demon found himself complying,

"If you really want to know, then perhaps we should talk in private Your Majesty." He said, lowering his eyes to the ground. This would definitely damage his reputation in front of the King, and add to the hatred Wolfram's brothers had for him, however Samuel was no coward, so he decided he would take responsibility and sort this mess out before it got out of hand. Although, he had a feeling he was already too late to the party.

"Okay, we will go to my study."

Samuel nodded and proceeded to follow the other men towards His Majesty's study.

So again, please REVIEW! :D I always love to hear your thoughts and feelings, also any writing tips you wish to share with me:) Thanks again for reading!

Next chapter: How does this all link into the mysterious letters... mmm... please keep reading, it makes me happy haha That was a horrible summary, however, just so you know, I haven't forgotten about them! And soon enough Yuuri will somehow drag our little Wolf to Earth! *evil laugh* haha I probably need a life... it is true, I spend way too long on fan fiction haha

Also, I don't know if you noticed, but I called Wolfram a "prince" some stage in there. I have read other fan fictions that still call him one and I decided it I like that idea! So my thinking behind it is, even though his mother is no longer ruling, that they all keep their titles, more for representation of their Kingdom than for any real power in the title. I guess, for Cacilie she would be called "ex-maou" like in the anime when she was first introduced? Not that this really matters... but... for my own sake I am saying it really haha
Idk, I like the idea:P

Thanks again to felicity93 for proof-reading my work:)