A Lonesome Waltz

Intro: MUSIC: AQUA – My oh My! I'm sorry I never uploaded chapter two. When the reviews all came in, I got all excited yet nervous at the same time. When that happens, usually whatever I put out next sucks, so I took a breath in between so hopefully this chapter will be all right. (inhales deeply) Also, I had no idea HOW to start this chapter or where to lead it. This fic was supposed to run alongside Rizenju but since that's not happening, I'll just take the story where I want to. So if you have any ideas, drop them by me, please.

A/N: Theme of this chapter: Stupidly Serious. Also, not a lot of POV switching. Thank you to all who reviewed and/or marked the last chapter! Let's stay together for a while, now, shall we? I should be able to update each chapter regularly from here on out.

ACT - 2- BOLERO

It was silent, quiet, peaceful. Outside birds silently passed by, chirping their beautiful melody crying out to the world, 'wake up! It's a beautiful day!' What was yesterday had become today as the former night's moon diffused into a blazing red firebomb. The trees glistened together as they swayed from side to side in the breeze's gentle pattern.

As beautiful as the day was, it was busy as ever in town. Those who swept the streets swept the streets just as the baker baked his bread and the tailor tailored clothes. The streets bustled with sounds of song, work, happiness, and sorrow. Beggars begged and evangelists converted and citizens passed by as they bought goods, sought services, and chatted along the way.

Things were different in the castle, however. Chaos ensued and all Hell ran amok. Gunter, as always, was the one most stressed about it all. 'My Prince, my prince!' he would shout, 'where have you gone!' Gwendal tried to calm down. He was stressed but refused to admit such. As he went into his room, Conrad chuckled, suspecting to see another stuffed animals on the bookcase in an hour or so. Conrad, calm, cool, and collected as ever, was at peace, reassuring all the fretting staff that everything would be alright.

True, it wasn't everyday the Great Demon Kingdom lost their youngest prince, but it was also true that this wasn't the first time Wolfram had snuck out. The blonde was a maturing adolescent. He had to experience the world for himself. However, Conrad could not entirely feel at rest – this was Wolfram's first over-night experience, after all.

-O-

A lazy black eye poked open, adjusting to the bright morning light. He was a morning person, Yuri, but today he felt quite tired. True, he hadn't done much the day prior, but it was his first time in society. It was indeed a beautiful day – a beautiful start and beautiful warmth embracing him by the torso…

"What the–?" a curious demon poked at the strange formation by him. Under the covers it did feel like a person, but the individual was encompassed in sheets and thus could not be seen. Feeling insecure and confused, Yuri poked a threatening finger at the lump.

Nothing, silence.

The young boy exhaled, relieved at the awkward silence. Regaining his courage the boy again poked the form with his index finger, a little more forceful this time. When again nothing happened, the boy again exhaled. He was probably just hallucinating. While he was asleep, it was possible for the double-black to shove extra pillows around him, right?

Pulling the sheets off to roll out of bed, Yuri was caught off guard when he realized it was the blonde from yesterday. A fright of this caliber could not be shaken off with a simple, 'oh! What a fright!' and then chuckled away with exorcising light. No, emotions from something like this could only be achieved by screaming like a little girl, kicking the blonde out of bed, and then whacking the offender with as many pillows he could harbor.

Yuri did just that, only, he continued to scream and kick like a little girl until his throat began to swell.

-O-

"Yuri! What the Hell are you doing up here? Honestly, men are good for nothing!" Anissinna yelled, busting the door and its lock open. Her glare was sharp and her perfectly shaped lips curved into a stern frown.

"Umm… I thought there was something in my bed, so I looked under the covers and it was really big! And then I realized it was nude! So I-I-I-I didn't know what to do!" Yuri stuttered, trying to seek the words that would save him.

Anissinna yawned, already bored by the young boy's yapping. After he finished, she placed her hands up in a silence motion, calming him down. "It's okay you worthless figure of the insignificant race. Masturbation is common around people like yourself who are to lame to get anybody to do them. If I were you, I'd go find someone who really cares, though. I have no intention of listening to you complain."

With that, the crazy scientist closed the door, laughing manically as she left. Yuri stood in disbelief at the woman, who didn't even care. He cried out loud in frustration, the kind of thing a middle-aged man does during a mid-life crisis, "no one loves me, damn it!"

"You're right. No one loves you," the flaxen blonde agreed, prying some clothes out that were wedged in between a book and a chair. He smirked, adding to his insult, "Your taste in décor sucks, too."

The double-black blushed, insulted a great deal. "Who cares! Just who the Hell are you to complain and why are you here? Explain yourself!"

Emerald eyes widened in distaste. "Excuse me? I do believe you are some… perverted, lying thief! I want what is rightfully mine! I guess it was wrong to judge, though. You're just a wimp."

-O- Flashback -O-

He didn't know what to do. Some freak had helped him, true, but things were just weird now. His, 'savior,' turned out to be an arrogant jerk and after showing his anger, the blonde gave him this transpired look of disgust. It wasn't as if he had asked the other to marry him or anything!

It could be worse, though, the young demon reasoned. Before the shorter boy could begin his interrogation, the other quickly fled, dropping behind a lag of steel.

Curious at the object, the boy quickly hurried over. It was beautiful; in fact, it was a fitting match for its owner. After staring in wonder at the sword, he found three letters on the hilt: 'W.v.B.'

Unsure what to do, the boy happily skipped home, content with his visit in town. Not only had he met a rude boy, he had found an interesting object.

-O- End Flashback -O-

"Well how do I know that you're not the thief, huh? Maybe you picked my lock last night and came to steal it!" Yuri yelled silently, hoping that his step-mother wouldn't come up again. She already had weird ideas about him as was.

"Why the Hell would I steal anything from a wimp?" the blonde yelled, frustrated.

"Stealing and all aside-"

"Listen to me, damn it!"

Yuri put his hands together in plead with a somewhat cute voice – to Wolfram, this is, "yeah, but could you keep it down? My evil step-mother's going to come up again if you don't."

"Huh? Oh yeah, whatever," the pale boy mumbled. He repeated, in a lower yet just as angry voice, "why the Hell would I steal anything from a wimp?"

"I'm not a wimp! How do you prove that's yours? Does it have your name on it?" Yuri snickered. Ah, classic ways of proving someone wrong were always the sweetest.

"Right here," a finger pointed, "'W.v.B.' my initials. It stands for Wolfram von Biefelt you moron."

And when proven wrong, the classic comebacks always backfired in worse ways than most.

"How do I know you didn't make it up!" Yuri protested.

"Shut up! Why would I do that, you idiot!"

"Just 'cause!"

"Idiot!"

"You haven't told me why you're here, though!"

"I just did! Well, that and…" the blonde trailed off, mumbling obscenities under his breath. "It's none of your business, okay? Next time!"

"'Next time?' What do you mean, 'next time?'!" Yuri yelled, confused by everything.

"I mean I'll explain next time. That it, if you're not moronic enough to understand by then," the arrogant boy concluded, finishing putting all his clothes on.

Yuri yelled, frustrated. On the other hand… even though they were yelling and arguing, it was… enjoyable for some bizarre reason. "Yeah, well, maybe I don't ever want to see you again!"

The blonde glared in anger, dropping his sword which he came to retrieve. "Fine then, I won't come back to see you. I'll come back to get my sword. Next time, I'll even bring evidence that this sword belongs to me."

It was rude, short, and bittersweet. Yuri couldn't help but smile.

-O-

Anissinna sighed. Boys were hopeless. No wonder women were the superior race! "My, not even masturbating can they keep quiet!"

END - 2 - BOLERO

Afterthoughts: What to say... please don't hurt me. (hides) Oh yeah, the stupidly serious part was pertaining to their argument. They get along so well, huh? (laughs) The sword will play its Cinderella role later and then it will all make sense. Until then, don't worry about it.