A Lonesome Waltz

Intro: -Hate Me, 'Blue October'- Wow… It only took soooo long to type up! I apologize for that! I've had this since before I went on vacation! On another term, I went to see the Da Vinci Code and X-Men III! (evil, broad smile)

A/N: Greta might be a little OOC… Wolfram at the beginning, too. Near the mid-fic he gets bad into character. (sweat drop) I haven't seen KKM in such a long time… I need volumes four, six, and seven… GAH! Only two more volumes until it ends! (shock)

ACT - 3 - NOCTURNE

"It hurts!"

"Stay still!"

"What do you think you're-? Ah! It's healed! I feel better than before!"

"Eh…heh! Heh ha ha! Ha…ha…ha…"

"Are you okay? You look terrible!"

"You…You just keep smiling, okay?"

-O-

Greta sighed, placing her palm into the air. It was just a dream, go figure. At the same time, it was disappointing. Who was that? Who saved her? Just like a distant memory, she could not recall.

Throwing her scratchy pink sheet off, she groaned in anger. Why couldn't she remember? She cried, "It's so annoying!"

At that moment, she heard a, 'thump!' from upstairs. The noise only added to her frustration and anger. Yanking a dress from her dresser, she quickly dressed herself. She ran up the stairs with a curse in every stride. Upon reaching Yuri's room she twisted the knob.

Locked.

Greta's fury flared up. "YURI! Open this door right now!"

She heard a whelp from Yuri and what seemed like another's voice. A crash and a falling chair vibrated loudly. What the Hell was he doing?

-O-

"Wolfram! What are you doing here again? That's probably my step-mom!" Yuri shrieked, trying to move everything back into place, "What am I going to do?"

"You could just introduce us," the blonde pointed out with a smug tone.

"Yeah right!" the double-black yelled, blushing at the obvious remark. "Why do you keep coming back, anyways?"

"…Me? What do mean?" the arrogant boy was at a loss, "isn't that obvious, too?"

"Hell no!" Yuri remarked, now taunting the other.

The blonde grunted, flinging his nose in the air. Yuri had finished fixing everything into place and was now pressed ear-against-door to listen. The invading perpetrator swore many times in a harsh tongue. The double-black flinched – it was Greta, angry. Yuri prayed she would go away.

"You really don't know?" Wolfram yelled, angered that he was being completely ignored.

"YURI! OPEN THE DOOR NOW OR I'LL BREAK THE DOOR DOWN!"

He groaned. Now he had two possessive, angry jerks on his hand.

-O-

One. Two. Three. THAT DOES IT!

Greta, full of anger, broke the door down.

What she saw disturbed her. Yuri was – in a…strange position – with another boy. Even if the golden locks of the unknown flaxen were enough to raise the dead, it was more than she could handle.

"Uh…Yu…ri…" Greta gaped her mouth like a fish out of water, shaking lightly, "Yuri…you…you…You're gay! This is great! Cool! I always knew you were like this, Yuri! Am I going to have a step-brother-in-law soon?" she cheered with gleaming eyes.

Yuri's right eye twitched dumbfounded. Wolfram smirked. "As soon as he gets the clue that we're engaged."

"Wh-What the-?"

"Oh," Greta blushed embarrassed, "Yuri's so dense, he wouldn't know a thing about flirting! Why, he wouldn't even remember if you slapped him!"

Wolfram blushed, nodding his head. His sharp glare pierced through Greta's body with his next, blunt statement: "He slapped me."

"What? Seriously? YURI?" Greta's smiled in shock – practically forced.

"…Yuri! If you can get such a hot, young, beautiful guy, why can't I? It's so unfair! I hate you! I always did! I'm telling mommy!"

Yuri stared wide-eyed as the girl fled from the room in tears. Everything was such a misunderstanding!

-O-

Greta wiped her eyes. It was all so…unfair.

"Greta?" A hand caught her wrist.

"Leave me alone, Gisela!" Greta wailed.

Gisela frowned. "What's wrong?"

"Yuri…" Greta started, stopping mid-sentence. Her mouth gaped open and shut as early. She hated this so much. Twice already she couldn't register the words in her head. She finally took a deep breath, forcing the only words she could find out, "he said he wouldn't do my chores!"

"Oh really?" the taller girl trailed off, a tone of sadistic evil in her voice. "Then I'll-"

"No!" Greta shouted. Even she was surprised at her declaration. She didn't know why, but she assured Gisela, "I…just mean I don't think he's feeling well! We have to give the, 'maid,' a day for rest!"

Gisela paused. "Whatever. One day won't hurt."

-O-

"HE DID WHAT?"

"Yes, it seems as if Wolfram has run away," Conrad calmly stated.

"How can you be so…so calm about this?" Gwedal demanded.

"No! Your Lord-Ship, please, I will take all fault!" Gunter pleaded, "I have failed to communicate the responsibility of courtship! This problem is my entire fault!"

"It's not your fault," Conrad assured, stroking his fingers through his straight chestnut strands, "Wolfram just has a mind of his own. I'm sure he doesn't agree with us choosing his spouse."

"So," Gwendal started, devising a plan, "which course of action shall we take?"

"I will go to town and doubly search for Lord Wolfram solely!" Gunter once again pleaded.

"Gunter, honestly, do not trouble yourself with such affairs," the half-bleed assured once more. He had a knack for bringing a calamity to a halt. "We need you to direct the panning for the ball, after all."

"O-Of course…" the purple-haired demon abided, retiring to his duties.

"…We're going to continue the planning under such circumstances?" A smile formed.

"Gwendal, why would we post-pone such an important event?" Somehow, Conrad's smiled seemed distant – as if something else was on his mind. "Continue the search. After you locate Wolfram, inform him. I'll persuade mother now."

-O-

"You wimp! Come one!" Wolfram demanded, his emerald eyes angry.

Yuri covered his head with a pillow, stretched out on his bed. It didn't matter to him where the blonde was going or that the other was leaving via his window. For that matter, he didn't care that Wolfram was half-way out and if anyone saw the boy, he would be in trouble for years to come.

Wolfram's eyebrow bent, anger flaring up. "I said, 'come one!'"

"I don't wanna," the double-black pouted. "Just go away. Leave me alone."

Glowering at the bland figure, Wolfram picked up and threw him out of the window.

Yuri fell on the ground with a thud. His head felt dizzy and his eyes were heavy. Wolfram gracefully dropped down as well. However, the blonde was able to attain his dignity unlike the other,

A confused maid stared at the two. Wolfram grunted, "I am relieving you of a nuisance. I'll be taking this." He blandly finished his statement, pointing to the knocked out boy. With that, he pulled Yuri up bridal-style and trudged off.

-O-

"Dearest mother, I've come to visit you!"

"Conrad, honey! You visiting me? How delightful!"

"Mother-"

"Where shall we begin?"

"This visit is purely business."

-O-

"Hey you!" a shrieking voice called. Wolfram turned back, dropping his load – which was Yuri – onto the ground. A small, tan girl with red locks glared. She passed him a note which the blonde took. "Give that to Yuri."

Wolfram nodded, grabbing Yuri's body again. The blonde once again trudged on into the sunset with his luggage in tow. Greta, words failing her, silently shook about in shame.

"I know you think I'm not worth wasting a breath on," she called out finally when the blonde was a good distance away, "but take care of my brother, okay?"

Wolfram smirked. Maybe she wasn't completely hopeless. "Even if you didn't tell me."

-O-

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Mother, please. Desperate times call for desperate measures."

"If everything will be okay, then…"

"I assure you. Oh, and you should stop by to se Wolfram. I'm sure he'd agree with the decision."

"Then I'll be by tomorrow."

-O-

"WHAT?" Anissinna shrieked.

"Oh…dear," Gisela murmured, not bothered nearly as much as her mother.

"I thought it would be a good idea! If I sent Yuri to town, he can spread business! Your services will become more popular if a man spread word to other women, too! Women will no longer live on in ignorance, mom!" Greta explained.

Her mother was unconvinced. Deep thought was necessary. Shaking, she managed to stutter: "Greta…you…you…you did that…Now, our perfect lifestyle…our perfect lifestyle…is ruined…and yet you…you…you…"

"Um, yes…?"

"You're a genius! Truly my daughter! It gets rid of the only filth in the house-hold, I'll be popular, and you young, brilliant daughters of mine will be independent once again!"

-O-

Yuri, you're my brother. I don't hate you, okay? I'm sorry for everything,

-Gretta

-O-

"Without a hitch?"

"Mother will be by tomorrow to see Wolfram."

"…Perfect."

-O-

"Um…remind me where we're going, now?"

"Staying at a friend's house."

"So where are we staying?"

"AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE!"

"Sor-ry!"

"Whatever. Your sister covered up for you."

"I guess she didn't really hate me after all…"

"Hmph, you have me. Stop talking about other women."

"Say what?"

-O-

'I'll keep on smiling,' Greta thought to herself. It was all Yuri ever asked of her. She didn't really recall why she would want to suppress that memory. Finally, all the things she never understood made sense. All she could wish for at this point was for Yuri to smile like he had been in his own quirky way.

-O-

"The wheels have finally been set into motion."

END - 3 - NOCTURNE

Afterthoughts: WELL! I think the last line sums all my thoughts! (grins) Okaysies, we are officially back on track! (sweat drop) Hopefully I'll type up the next chapter fairly soon…