Forgotten IX

Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou does not belong to me and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at all.

Pairings: Wolfram and Yuuri, others mentioned

A/N: This is chapter will be taking events from episodes 56-57, Beware my attempts at foreshadowing; I'm not very good at it. I will go for the happy ending, so hold out for it, okay?

And I apologize for the gratuitous ass monologue.

The Great Sage watched the tiny priestess of Shinou gazing into her crystal ball- she had no idea why it had gone opaque. Shinou had mysteriously gone silent as well.

"I cannot see a thing," Ulrike said, hands hovering over the ball before clasping in prayer.

Murata, on the other hand, did know and it worried him. Normally Shinou's tactics worked, but he was afraid something had gone drastically wrong.

He knew there was only one creature that could bind or block the wily Original King. That power was currently divided into four bodies and one forgotten soul.

Turning, he headed to Blood Pledge Castle. They would need him soon.

Conrad gazed up at the portraits of the Original King and the Great Sage, utterly exhausted. They had searched everywhere for Yuuri and his brother, and with Yuuri's horse Ao returning without his rider…

"Why did you allow this to happen?" he asked the portrait, not expecting any kind of answer. "Was it because I broke my promise to you?"

Pain shot through the arm that was given him. It made no sense. None of it.

"I don't think that's what's going on," someone interrupted him. Conrad turned to see the Great Sage standing next to him, his face less than happy.

"I honestly don't think this is Shinou's doing- at least, not directly." The Sage sighed. "I have little doubt his hand is involved, but sometimes his schemes fail. Or he's being his usual fickle self and changed his mind again."

The way that the Great Sage spoke of Shinou, like he was there, and mortal as anyone else, bothered Conrad more than words. The Original King had guided their country for thousands of years now…

"There is a dark power at work now," Murata said. "We need to meet and discuss our next course of action."

When Wolfram woke up, his first thought was…

Well, he didn't really think. His eyes opened and focused on what was immediately before him- which happened to be Yuuri's ass.

Thought was very slow in coming; Wolfram was a hard sleeper and when he did wake up on his own, he took his time with it. Hence why his mind refused to acknowledge the situation, and took a long time to contemplate Yuuri's ass.

It was very black. That was because it was currently covered in cloth. It was a shame, because it was beautiful… It was a very fuckable ass. He pondered what it looked like without the clothing. He'd not seen Yuuri in the nude, but his imagination was able to fill in a few details…

A bath and a failed attempt to wash his back.

It was gone in a blink, and he wondered would have happened after… Yuuri had kissed his hand at the party. They had gone to eat cake. It should have been good cake but they never got to eat the cake because…

Oh yeah. There was an explosion. (Part of his mind was still stuck on Yuuri's ass.)

They were attacked.

With a jolt, memory and reality (and a bit of annoyance that he couldn't go on admiring Yuuri's ass) caused him to sit up straight, and groan. His head was killing him.

Yuuri was still out, looking the worse for wear. His face was in a grimace, indicating either pain or bad dreams.

"Yuuri," he said, tilting his head, and pulled Yuuri carefully into his lap, resting the smaller man's head and shoulders against his chest.

He felt a little guilty to be doing this, even with Yuuri asleep. He was the King, after all.

Yet he was also Yuuri, who was very warm and his black hair was silky under his fingers. His body was not soft, but very pliant against his.

All in all, he could really enjoy this if it wasn't for the headache and the being kidnapped part.

Looking around, he tried to think past the headache, but it wasn't working. He recognized they were on a ship- an evil, evil ship-

He cut his thoughts off there. If he thought much further about being on a ship, he would probably throw up all over Yuuri and that was unforgivable. Not when Yuuri was curling up against him, his breath warm against Wolfram's neck and beginning to smile. Carefully Wolfram cupped Yuuri's face and ran a thumb over his cheekbone. He was so beautiful…

Wolfram blushed faintly as he remembered their quick, unplanned kiss on the road. He had been so shocked he'd been unable to do anything but stand there like he'd been pole axed.

Now he wanted to kiss Yuuri again- a real kiss, not the hurried, half worried peck from earlier. All he had to worry about though was Yuuri being afraid. Strangely, he wasn't, except for a few butterflies. It would be his first- well, second now- kiss.

With a sigh he tried to wrench his mind away from how good Yuuri felt, how good he smelled, how happy he was to be holding him… Try to concentrate on the situation. What would Conrad do?

Well, if he ever tried to ravish Yuuri like Wolfram was thinking of, Wolfram would have to castrate his brother, reconciliation or not.

You have got it bad, Wolf, he thought. The soldier wondered if there was something perverse about enjoying being kidnapped and alone with the object of his affections.

Thinking about Yuuri was so much nicer than thinking of the unknown future with who knows what tortures and about being on an evil, evil ship, surrounded by water…

His hand covered his mouth as he fought down his gag reflex. Go back to thinking about the gorgeous boy in your arms- as of right now, its all you can do.

Wolfram closed his eyes, nuzzling Yuuri's hair, letting his lips brush over the other boy's forehead, his nose, his cheek…

His open eyes?

The blond soldier gulped- then dipped down to kiss him for real.

Yuuri had awakened in Wolfram's lap more times than he could honestly say he was comfortable with. It happened usually after a Maou episode and until recently it had been an unwanted occurrence.

The last thing he remembered was telling the girls to run for help, before tearing out after the kidnappers on Ao. Wolfram was helpless, thrown over a saddle like a sack of potatoes and Yuuri saw red. He was not letting them get away with this-

His only warning had been a moan from Morgif and the next thing he knew…

He was aware of being very comfortable, and the sensation of lips fluttering over his face. He sighed, content, and opened his eyes-

Wolfram was looking down at him. He had known Wolfram was beautiful, but he had never felt so happy to wake up with Wolfram looking down at him. He was so relieved he wanted to cry.

He had a moment to reflect on the situation before Wolfram bridged the small gap between them, their lips pressing then sliding together.

Yuuri moaned. He had no idea if Wolfram had kissed before but if he hadn't, he was a natural. Parting his lips, Yuuri shivered at Wolfram's tongue carefully exploring his mouth. His middle warmed and he wondered if he could melt.

It wasn't a perfect kiss- their teeth clicked together and their noses bumped- before they broke apart.

"Uh… Wolfram?" Yuuri's eyes were wide as he leaned backwards. "Um…"

Wolfram's face was bright red, but… he didn't look ashamed. In fact, he looked just a bit smug, before he winced.

"Are you mad?"

"N- no- just surprised." Yuuri really couldn't object to that way to wake up. He licked his lips- and realized Wolfram was staring at him again. He wanted to both run away or… or… Weren't they too young to be doing that? He felt completely naked, even if he was still wearing that silly blue shawl.

Wait a minute.

"Do you think this is the right place to be doing this?" Yuuri nearly jumped out of Wolfram's lap to start the buggy dance. "Last thing I remember was chasing after you and now where here, on a ship-"

Wolfram's face started turning green when he mentioned the word "ship".

"I know where we are and I'm trying NOT to think about it," Wolfram murmured. He was sliding from green to blue. "And you looked like you were having a nightmare and… And- and-" Wolfram swallowed dryly. "It's not like you didn't kiss me first! It's your own fault you look so cute when you sleep!"

Yuuri wondered if he could tell where this discussion was going.

"Calm down…" He could feel the blood rushing to his face. "I was just surprised." He was oddly reassured that Wolfram was self conscious enough to argue. "I liked it."

Wolfram blushed then- and the green finally came back enough for him to bolt upwards, heading for the small port hole.

Yuuri sighed. Some things would never change…

He wobbled over to pet Wolfram's back soothingly. "You'll be okay. Just take it easy." The other was always miserable whenever he started throwing up. It made Yuuri wonder what his problem was, always getting on a boat…

Wolfram moaned weakly when the dry heaves finally subsided. Yuuri sat down next to him, putting his arm around his shoulder for an awkward hug.

He didn't even try to fight. Yuuri winced.

"I'm glad you're all right though, I was worried when they grabbed you."

Wolfram frowned, his eyes shut. "Why would anyone grab me? They probably wanted you and I was just in the way."

"They grabbed you and ran, and the reason I'm here is because I chased them," Yuuri answered. "They knocked me out when I was getting close."

"That makes no sense at all… though I guess that they were using Majyutsu to move those dolls, is even stranger…" Wolfram was thoughtful as he could be when he was trying to recover from his bought of nausea.

"Maybe they thought you were me?" Yuuri asked, throwing out random ideas.

Wolfram cracked open one of his green eyes to frown. "Everyone knows what you look like, Yuuri. The only other person who has black hair and eyes is the Great Sage."

There was the sound of a dinging bell- one that Yuuri had heard before.

"Dai Shimaron?" What would they want with them now?

Wolfram shrugged, not opening his eyes. "They started the war twenty years ago." He grunted softly. "They want to unite the world under Belal's rule."

Yuuri opened his mouth to say something then shut it, thinking Wolfram looked utterly miserable. "I'm starting to wish we'd kept making out…"

Wolfram leaned into him. "This is nice."

It was, but Yuuri would have preferred to see Wolfram bitching like normal. Or playing the piano. Or doing anything but looking so miserable.

Wolfram was falling asleep.

With a sigh, Yuuri went on to contemplate what was before him. That was Wolfram's chest. It was very blue. That was because of the dress uniform that covered it, but he remembered quite well seeing Wolfram naked that time they had taken a bath together and Wolfram had tried to wash his back.

He was very nicely muscled, even if he was still slim, and his eyes were just so gorgeous…

Murata twiddled his thumbs as they powered through the waves to Dai Shimaron. The Mazoku Hydrofoil was a marvel of engineering for this low tech world, and it was sure to get them there soon.

The Great Sage was not someone who let his worry show, even if right now he wanted nothing more than to find a certain dead king and shake him- in anger or fear, he wasn't sure. Shinou was still silent, but there was an echo.

It was a mistake to put all the boxes in one place. They were too powerful, and if a certain person was there… He was desperately afraid of what might happen. He did not want a repeat of certain events in the past… They had fought and sacrificed far too much to let it happen yet again.

"Oi, what's eating you, Geika?" someone called, and Murata looked up to the bright blue eyes of Yozak looking down at him.

"Nothing we can change," Murata said, looking down. Yozak was someone he was always happy to see- his humor, outrageous costumes and over the top personality was always refreshing. Yet right now was not a good time.

"I think Heika would say anything can be changed," Yozak was clearly not taking a hint.

"Not this." Murata tilted his head back, and wished the feeling of helplessness would just go away. How many times now?

"I think he'd mention something about a "sayonara" victory?" Yozak raised an eyebrow. "I know you want to protect him, Geika… But have a little faith, okay?"

"Yozak… He is one of the few people you can believe in. The problem is there are things bigger than all of us… And faith isn't always enough."

The red haired man plopped down beside him. "Don't be so depressing. I gave up on hoping until I met a certain silly fella from another world who showed me different, because he just didn't know he couldn't. He has a knack for the impossible."

Murata smiled a bit. "I knew a young man like that once. He became the Original King."

Yozak shut up.

Being rescued by Aldebert again was probably the last thing Yuuri had expected.

Yet here they were, sitting in Aldebert's rough village, holding mugs of some sort of tea…

Wolfram was definitely Not Happy.

"Though last time I saw you, brat, you were doing something stupid like running into a fire," Aldebert said, raising an eyebrow after a rather passionate growl of "traitor!"

"You most certainly did not look like that portrait of the damned Shinou."

Wolfram lifted a lip to snarl. Yuuri was reminded of two lions facing off- a young cub and an old veteran.

"He doesn't remember much of the past year. He saved my life, Aldebert," he said, hoping that Aldebert would get the unspoken 'He saved Julia' comment as well. "He… paid a heavy price."

"He forgot the past year?" Aldebert was skeptical. "And what would be so important in the past year-"

Wolfram was starting to look glazed again. Yuuri sweated.

"The same price if you had been asked to forget Julia."

Aldebert stopped cold. "What?"

Wolfram shook his head. "What are we talking about again?"

"Uh…" Yuuri tried to cover. "What would Aldebert do, if he could have saved Julia's life by forgetting that he loved her and everything about her?"

Wolfram blinked. "Well, if I was him I'd do it, because at least if she was alive I could fall in love again. And even if I couldn't, I'd still do it. Really, that's a stupid thing to be talking about, Yuuri."

Aldebert's eyebrow went up at that statement. "He doesn't remember anything?"

"Not of since we met."

"Nothing- not your arrival, not that stupid engagement, nothing?"

"What are you talking about? Who was engaged?"

"You were," Aldebert glared at the other blond.

"Since when?" Wolfram demanded, reaching out to grab Yuuri's hand possessively.

Yuuri flushed, then paled, then flushed again at the expression on Aldebert's face. Then the weathered man smiled.

There was a strange twinge in the young king's chest. He thought, for a moment, he could understand how Julia could care so much for someone like Aldebert.

"As for the question; if it was for Julia, I would tear out my soul… If it had meant her living for another day, I would have given myself up to whatever fate the damned Original King would have chosen for me. But could I forget her?" He looked distant. "I don't think it would be possible for someone to forget Julia, no matter how many memories were destroyed."

Wolfram had calmed down, his expression puzzled, and looked down at Yuuri's hand on his.

"I don't think so either."

Yuuri murmured, "I think Julia died so that she could give the ones she cared about another chance at life."

Silence blanketed them with the afternoon sunlight.

"I have to wonder what the true history of Shinou is," Aldebert finally said, taking a sip of his mug. Wolfram and Yuuri looked at him, confused. "Though I do know he is a manipulative bastard."

"Don't talk about Shinou like that!" Wolfram put his hand on his sword.

"How do you explain the reports coming out of the capital of Dai Shimaron? They're saying that Shinou has blessed Belal with supernatural powers. How else would you explain the dolls? That's Majyutsu. And other than the Maou, who can use their powers in human lands? What is the truth here?" He was grim.

"He wouldn't do that," Wolfram said, emphatically. "There has to be another reason."

"Shinou's been manipulating the Mazoku for thousands of years, boy. We don't know what he's got up his sleeve."

"He saved us from the sovereign. The world would have been destroyed if it wasn't for him," Wolfram snarled. "He would not help Belal he would not lead his people to ruin."

Yuuri smiled sheepishly. "Julia believed in him."

"Whatever… There is something going on. The truth about that damned king will be found eventually."

After a discussion that ran them around in circles of "Shinou this" "Julia that" and "Who was I engaged to? Who?" Aldebert dismissed the two boys, having the pretty red haired Belma escort them to a room.

Wolfram looped his arm quickly with Yuuri's, smirking at the dark boy's blush. He had a feeling that Yuuri would normally have been entranced by the beauty… So he laid his claim quickly, giving Belma a warning look.

Far from being intimidated… She winked at them, opened the bedroom door, and walked away.

Wolfram then saw why she was amused. There was only one bed.

"Um…"

He eyed Yuuri out of the corner of his eye, and saw that the other boy was permanently stained red.

"How do you want to do this?" he finally asked. Yuuri's eyes went huge.

"I- uh- well, you see, I've never done this before and-"

"Shared a bed with another guy?"

"Er… no, I've never slept with anyone before…"

"Well, I shared a bed with Conrad when I couldn't sleep…"

Yuuri choked. "You've slept with Conrad?"

"He is my big brother, and I had a lot of nightmares when I was little."

Yuuri opened his mouth, this shook his head. "Never mind."

There was a moment of quiet… and Wolfram's mind finally caught up with the "sleeping together" reference.

Now it was his turn to fidget… Then he put his hand on Yuuri's shoulder, experimentally. As they were both staring at the bed, Yuuri really didn't notice. He let his hand slide down his arm, to the small of his back.

Yuuri apparently did start noticing… His breath sped up, and he edged closer. Wolfram took this as a good sign, and let his hand drift lower, over his companion's backside.

His companion squeaked.

"Um, Wolfram…"

"Yes?" Did he have to sound so nervous? His hand had started rubbing, kneading through the material.

"Do you think this is a good idea?" the king said in a breathy whisper, before swallowing hard and stepping closer. Wolfram didn't answer; Yuuri had turned to face him and leaned forward, resting his cheek on the blue fabric of Wolfram's uniform coat. The soldier swallowed when he wrapped his arms around Wolfram's middle.

"I don't know," Wolfram finally said, though his hands kept moving over Yuuri's ass. His companion whined in the back of his throat.

Wolfram was not that much taller now, so when he leaned in to kiss the boy in his arms, he didn't have to lean forward much. Their mouths met, kissing him sweetly and…

A loud voice boomed through the halls- and they sprang apart, wide eyed.

Then they realized they were half undressed.

"I don't think we should sleep in the same bed," Yuuri finally said, turning away and fumbling with his suit jacket. Wolfram swallowed.

"Its not that I don't want-" Yuuri seemed surprised by his own words, but he took a deep breath and plunged ahead. "Its not that I don't want to. With you, I mean. I mean, you know…"

Wolfram smiled at his stumbling. "Make love?"

Yuuri nodded. "I'd like to do that," and Wolfram wondered how he was sustaining that much of a blush without passing out, "with you." His voice dropped. "Just... here is a bad place, you know?"

Wolfram absently finger combed Yuuri's hair, voice rougher than usual. "It's okay."

"You can have the bed… You would fall out of the chair with how you sleep," Yuuri said, and gently pulled away.

Vaguely disappointed, the two boys fixed their clothes, found blankets, and went to sleep.

To be continued.

A/N: I hope I didn't ramble too much- a lot of this is filler before I get to a few more plot points. Hopefully those will come up next chapter. Hope you all enjoy!