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 Seven:
"After all that you've done to me, you're coming back now, and I don't understand why. Did you think that you didn't hurt me enough? I don't ever want to see your face again. I don't trust you, so don't come and cry to me. I won't buy your lies I'm not insane the one who cheats once can't be trusted again…"
Yuuri could remember Wolfram's words, and it hurt him because they weren't true. He didn't mean the words he spoke to Gisela; he was confessing his love for Wolfram. But everything was over now. Wolfram wouldn't forgive him, or even try to listen to him.
'The one who cheats can't be trusted again.'
He was at the backyard, walking to the fountain and sank his hands into the cold water, washing his tears away. 'Wolfram! Why is it so hard for us to be together? Maybe that was my punishment, because I ignored your love and hurt you with my stupid words, saying that our engagement was an accident. Yeah, this should be my punishment.
You wanted my love back then, but I didn't want yours, and now…I want it,' Yuuri thought to himself as he sank his hands again in the water. "W-what is that? Ah-AAAAAAA!"
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Inside the castle…
"Heikaaaaaaaaaaa! Heikaaaa! Heikaaaa, where are you?"
"Be quiet, Gunter! You can be so noisy sometim- no! Always!" Gwendal complained angrily.
Gunter stared at him innocently. "B-but Heika … Heika! I don't know where he is and it is lunchtime. I went to ask Conrad and he said that I should leave the Heika alone sometimes, but how can I, Gunter, the loyal Gunter leave Yuuri Heika? That's impossible and he needs me, too! Heika is so dear, like gold! I should protect his pureness! Everyone should protect his pureness and the…"
"I GET IT! ENOUGH NOW!" Gwendal held his head with both hands. He felt like his head would explode.
Gunter gave him a strange look. "Are you ok?"
"And would you care? It's always 'Heika' who steals your attention away." Gwendal regretted what he said when Gunter stared at him in suspicious way. "You … you like Heika, Gwendal?" Gunter misunderstood.
Gwendal sighed, annoyed, and pulled Gunter into a passionate kiss. Gunter stiffened when the kiss ended. "I like you, not the Heika, stupid." Gunter gasped.
"If you were searching for Heika, he's now in his world. He was sucked into the fountain in the garden," Gisela told her father with a smirk on her lips.
"D-did you … see?" Gunter asked her, blushing lightly, and Gwendal looked away.
"Oh! Yeah, it was so sweet. I am always the one to witness the kisses that is exchanges in this place. How cute!"
Gunter's blush darkened and Gisela laughed as she walked toward Wolfram's room.
Wolfram was standing near the window, sobbing. What he saw today was too much for him; his heart was bleeding inside. 'Why did I fool myself? Even if he said yesterday that he didn't mind that we're still engaged, that doesn't mean he loves me. But because he's so damn kind … and he knew how much I was suffering every time Voltaire touched me … Yeah. Voltaire was forcing me to do things, like Yuuri said, and I felt disgust because of that. He's like an animal who wants to get what he needs with out thinking about how the other feels … if the other were hurting or not …Voltaire doesn't see anything besides my beauty. That's what he is all about … Yuuri … Yuuri likes girls… and I don't hate them … but I loved him … I loved Yuuri… not because he's a boy or he's the Maou… No! …Because he's Yuuri.'
The tears continued to fall. He heard a few knocks on the door. He tried to ignore it, but the damn knocking wouldn't stop. "I'm not feeling well! Go away!" he shouted at whoever that person was.
"Kakaa, I must talk with you! You misunderstood."
"I don't need to talk with you!" he said, his voice more angry when he realized that it was Gisela. 'The one who stole my Yuuri's heart…'
"Listen, Kakaa! Yuuri just returned to his world and he may not come back."
When Wolfram heard this, he was afraid. He ran to the door, quickly unlocking it and opening it to reveal the girl, who smiled at the terrified prince.
"How-how do you know that? I mean, how do you know that Yuuri won't come back?"
Wolfram asked with a shaking voice.
"Calm down, Kakaa! I'll explain it to you," she said as she entered Wolfram's new room. "He was afraid to tell you about his real feelings toward you. He was especially afraid because that was the first time he had ever confessed his feelings to someone."
Wolfram stayed silent and let the girl continue, but he knew he shouldn't believe anything she said.
"That's why I offered my help. I pretended to be you so that it would be easier on Heika when he told you that he…"
"LAIR!" He closed his eyes and shook with anger. "He loves you. You can't fool me."
"Then why I'm telling you this? I'd sure be happy if he did, but he doesn't." She became angry now. "Answer me, Kakaa. Why would I tell you this if he loves me? Why did he run after you if he didn't care about you? Why did he cry when you left him, And most importantly, why did he kiss you yesterday?"
Wolfram gasped. He didn't know that she knew about that kiss.
She softened her voice while she continued, "You were closing your eyes while you two kissed. You didn't see how peaceful and comfortable he looked, and how deeply in love he was. Kakaa, it's ok if you don't believe me, but you can feel it in your heart. Your heart will tell you if Heika was lying or not."
When she finished, Wolfram collapsed on his knees, sobbing painfully and loudly.
"Since you rejected him, he may take pains to make sure he won't come here again. That's why I told you he may not come back." When she finished her sentence, she left the room, closing the door behind her so Wolfram could recover himself.
A few hours later…
Voltaire noticed Wolfram's absence in the dining room. After lunch, he went to Wolfram's room and found him laying on his bed looking at nothing. He went to the bed and sat on the edge of it to watch Wolfram, who didn't even look at him. Voltaire put his hand on Wolfram's thigh, rubbing it lightly. "Aren't you hungry? You didn't eat your lunch," Voltaire asked, but Wolfram didn't respond. He was still staring at the ceiling. Voltaire moved over Wolfram and stared at him, but Wolfram's eyes seemed blank. That didn't stop Voltaire from leaning down and nipping at Wolfram's neck, then sliding his hand under Wolfram's shirt to fondle his stomach.
Wolfram woke from his deep thoughts. "STOP!" He pushed Voltaire off of him and sat up on the bed, gasping and sending disgusted looks toward Voltaire.
"Did you just notice me? If that's the only way to make you notice me, then I'm fine with it!" He grabbed Wolfram's arms and pulled him into a smothering kiss, but Wolfram pushed him away again and slapped him hard on his right cheek. Voltaire's eyes widen in shock.
"Don't ever touch me, do you hear me?" he whispered threateningly, making Voltaire wince. Wolfram ran out of his room.
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Midnight, in the King's baths…
Wolfram was sitting on the edge of the tub, his legs dangling in the warm water. He stopped crying half an hour ago.
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"Yuuri?"
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"I love you."
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"Yuuri, I love you."
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"I love you … you wimp!"
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"I love you."
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"Come back!"
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"Come back to me!"
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"I love you …"
… …
To be continued …
