Love Never Was an Accident
By Kilta
Beta reader: Arana Suteshi
The engagement may be an accident, but love was never an accident!
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Part Two:
"Say what you want, Wolfram! But it's not your choice only…I may not let you go." Now Yuuri was really angry. Voltaire glared at him when he said that.
"Not let me go? But why? You don't even like me! Why do you even care?" Wolfram waited for the answer, but Yuuri only looked away, at a loss for words.
'Why do I feel so weak? I couldn't even answer his question. This time I want to go back so badly…because then maybe I'll forget about what's happening here.'
He woke up early, though he didn't sleep well. He wanted to take a bath, thinking that maybe that spiral would appear and take him away from the pain… Pain? 'Why am I so upset?' he wondered. 'I never loved Wolfram in THAT way, so why does it hurt me so much?'
He took his clothes off and entered the large bathroom. He slipped into the warm water and closed his eyes, waiting for the spiral to take him away.
"You're early today, you wimp," a familiar voice muttered.
He turned around and saw Wolfram through the steam. He was standing at the edge of the bath with a towel wrapped around his slender body. Yuuri's heart skipped a beat when the towel slipped and fell to the floor, though he couldn't see much because of the steam.
"You're not complaining that I called you a wimp, Yuuri," said Wolfram as he slipped into the water, keeping a great deal of space between them.
"Maybe I'm used to it," Yuuri said. 'Does he hate me? Why is he keeping his distance?'
"Are you enjoying having the whole bed to yourself?" He rubbed at his shoulder and didn't look at Yuuri.
"It's…um…y-yes!"
"Good!"
There was a moment of silence while Yuuri worked up his courage to ask, "How goes it with Voltaire?"
Wolfram looked at Yuuri and said, "Just fine. Why?"
"N-Nothing. Did you accept?"
"Not yet."
"I see."
They stared at each other for a few seconds before Yuuri felt something cover his nose and mouth. Wolfram was trying to reach him, but someone hit him on the head with a bat and he fell under the water. Yuuri struggled to get to him, fearing he may drown, but quickly passed out.
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'Wolfram…
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I'm sorry…
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I'm so sorry…
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Wolfram…
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… … … Wolfram!'
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"WOLFRAM!" he screamed, opening his eyes and finding himself locked in a small room. It was dark, but there was a small window and the moonlight brightened the room a little. He sat up on what felt like a bed and felt something warm beside him. He leaned over to get a good look and saw that it was a body…
"Wolfram?"
He held the other boy close, searching his face with his fingers as he whispered his name over and over. Wolfram's face was burning with fever. The back of his head was wet. Yuuri felt the sticky warm liquid with his hand, thinking it was sweat from the fever, but as his eyes got used to the dim light he could see it wasn't sweat. It was blood.
"Because of that hit he got. Damn!"
He carefully lay Wolfram on the bed and went to the door, hitting it hard with his hands. "SOMEBODY PLEASE! HE'S BLEEDING! PLEASE HE NEEDS HELP … ANYONE!"
It was useless. He stood there shouting and hitting the door but got no response. He decided he would have to deal with it himself. Good thing their captors gave them clothes…He tore his shirt into strips and bound Wolfram's head, and then covered him with the blanket. But the cover was thin, so he lay beside him, pulling him close, and shared his body heat. 'If he sweats, it will calm the fever down. I don't have much choice. There's no cold water,' Yuuri thought. 'I won't forgive them for leaving Wolfram bleeding and suffering like this. I won't!'
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The next morning, Yuuri woke up to Wolfram's moaning. He shifted a little and watched him, whispering his name. Wolfram's eyes cracked open and he looked up at Yuuri.
"Yuuri?" he said with a trembling voice. He tried to sit up but Yuuri pushed him back gently.
"Don't move!" the Maou said, putting his hand on Wolfram's forehead, making the other boy blush. "Youkatta! The fever is gone. Does your head still hurt?"
"A little," said Wolfram. "Where are we?"
"I don't know. I didn't see anyone or hear any voices. It seems that we're alone here."
Wolfram sat up, and Yuuri didn't stop him this time; the look on Wolfram's face was so strange and serious. He got up off the bed and went to the small window. "We 'are' alone here, Yuuri! They left us here to die!"
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At the castle, Gunter was looking everywhere for the Maou. "HEYKAAAAAA!" he whined.
"I have a bad feeling about this," said Conrad.
"Wolfram disappeared with him…" Gwendal added.
Voltaire entered Gwendal's office, looking worried. "My Wolfram…I won't forgive them if they hurt him! I won't!"
"Don't worry, Voltaire," Conrad said soothingly. "We're going to search for them. It will be okay."
"I want to come too. I just can't wait here!"
"But-," Conrad started.
"You're a swordsman, Conrad. You should understand how I feel."
Conrad smiled for the younger man before becoming serious. "Then let's move."
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Three days passed in the locked room with no food and no water. Not one of the kidnappers appeared; it was as Wolfram said, they had been left to die.
"Yuuri, will we die?" Wolfram asked weakly as he sat on the bed.
"No!" said Yuuri. "No, we won't. I trust Conrad and the others. They're sure to come and save us." He tried to be encouraging, but Wolfram sighed hopelessly.
"Yuuri, I'm thirsty. If I don't drink now I will die!"
Yuuri looked at him from the window, and then moved to sit on the bed beside him. "Then tell me what you want me to do." He looked into Wolfram's gorgeous green eyes.
"Yuuri?" Wolfram questioned, shocked by the sudden change in Yuuri's attitude.
"Really. If there is something I can do, just tell me. What can I do to make you feel better?"
"Y-Yuuri? Stop that…I-I don't know what to say other than that I'm just thirsty." Yuuri's sharp stare was confusing him. Even when he turned away he couldn't escape the power of that stare.
"I dragged you into this and I could do nothing to help you even though I am the Maou."
Wolfram was silent and Yuuri got angrier.
"If Voltaire were here he'd figure out what to do, isn't that what you're thinking of." Yuuri asked. "ISN'T IT?"
"STOP IT YUURI!" He closed his eyes when he shouted.
Yuuri was silent for a moment, and then, "Maybe there is something I can do."
Wolfram looked at him; Yuuri's voice had been calm and emotionless. And when Wolfram's eyes met Yuuri's eyes, Yuuri pressed his lips to Wolfram's. The blonde's eyes widened slowly in shock, but after he recovered his eyes closed forcefully as Yuuri continued to kiss him. Yuuri pushed Wolfram back on the bed, their lips still in contact.
He couldn't believe what he was doing right now. He never imagined himself doing this to anyone before, but…wolframs lips felt so good. His body is burning with passion and shivering with excitement, and his heart was beating madly…he liked it…but he was afraid that the other didn't. He was not reacting. Yuuri pushed Wolfram down so he was on top of him, still kissing. He felt the other boy's arms wrap around his neck and felt lips moving against his. 'He's…he's kissing me back!"
To be continued…
