A Lonesome Waltz

Intro: -Shakira, 'Hips Don't Lie'- I'm soooooooo sorry! This chapter I just couldn't type! Gah! The next act might take a while, too… I've lost inspiration in this story. I need to get the next volume of KKM and I'm short on cash… (sweat drop) That's a really petty excuse, but I'd like this epic to live up to what's been written thus far, so until I'm happy with results, the next act won't be uploaded.

A/N: Well, this act may be a little confusing, but please bear with it. This certain, 'he,' will make his debut next act or the act after that… Wow. This is turning out to be a rather long story… (sweat drop)

ACT – 4 – REQUIEM

"A…friend?" Yuri asked, slightly confused. How could this jerk have any friends! (Not that he was one to tlak.)

Wolfram smirked coyly. "Well, of course. Wimps like you may not understand, but royalty has to keep close ties with their citizens."

"Royalty?" the double-black inquired. Since the first time after he met Wolfram, Yuri was more confused about the mysterious blond. It was like this arrogant companion was strolling into a spa with a green speedo with a cat tail like it was completely normal… Ha. Who would ever think of such nonsense? Like that would ever happen!

A golden eyebrow rose in question. "Don't you know…?"

Yuri shook his dark strands from side-to-side. His confusion was only growing by the second and strange remarks as such only left him deeper in the dark.

Wolfram glowered obscenities into the air with a rushed voice. His tone was harsh and irritated, but he glared at the other boy with a scowl. "Later."

-O-

"Anywhere around here," he said under his breath. Of all the things he could possibly be doing, why was this of importance?

He strolled down another alleyway after cutting a sharp corner. He gasped, taking a rest in front of a charming shop. A smile formed.

"This is the place."

-O-

Cecile sighed with a happy tone. It had been ages since she saw Wolfy last! By, 'ages,' she referred to about last week, maybe even the other day… Oh wait, she saw him at dinner. Ah, boys just didn't want to spend time with their mothers the older they got!

She passed an ebony comb through her golden locks as she sang to herself in joy. No one would know her eagerness to meet her identical son… No one could ever know…

"Wolfy! Wolfy! We shall meet again. This time…"

She frowned, placing the brush down. She was seated at her favorite dressing table. Clear bottles filled with perfume, lotions, and beauty creams occupied the space. The dressing table was made by the finest craftsmanship and the dress she wore was of the highest quality. Her life was perfect and she had everything she wanted. Still, she could not smile. Her mind blanked out and cerulean eyes unfocused dully. She sighed, staring at her straight, bland locks in the mirror.

"Let's make things turn out differently this time."

-O-

"Oh! He's so cute! I could just eat him all up!" an abnormally masculine female spurred out. Her biceps were humungous and her dress looked two sizes two small… Yuri figured that if the woman ran, she would tear her dress into little shreds under the muscular pressure.

Wolfram's nerve pulsated. "Josak, that is not your color. Can we continue business now?"

Josak blinked. "Sure. A room? Well, if you two are sleeping together, consider it on the house!"

Yuri twitched. Wolfram just smirked with a, 'thank you.' In return, the pair was graced with the scariest wink a drag-queen's ever given.

Wolfram grabbed Yuri's wrist with his graceful hand. The taller boy pouted a minute or two but eventually followed the leader. They spiraled up a staircase to a tower room. Taking out a key from his pocket, the flaxen jammed it into the door. He shoved Yuri into the room by force.

"Hey you-"

"It's, 'Wolfram!' But I suppose, 'love,' 'dear,' 'sweetie,' or, 'honey,' would do. Yeah, they'd be okay, too. I myself would suggest, 'darling,' but take your pick."

Yuri's right eye began to twitch again. He needed explaining. Now.

-O-

"So it's arrived?" he asked, all too unconvinced. He received a nod in reply. Against his will, he bowed, taking his package.

-O-

"My lord-ship! It is here!" squealed– er, exclaimed a certain, excited, purple-haired demon.

The indirect objet groaned. "Yes, I know. It arrived long ago. I suppose we should open this package now."

Gunter nodded. He eagerly unraveled red ribbons from the white box. Tearing the tape off, he stared at the package's contents. Silence lingered a moment or two. "…This is it?"

Gwendal smirked. "So it would seem."

-O-

"Okay, what's with all this, 'love,' stuff and, 'engagement,' talk? Speak, you!" Yuri demanded as if he was a king.

Wolfra, stared dumbfounded. His anger was flaring up, but he forced a polite smile on nonetheless. It was for his fiancée, after all. "You slapped me with the palm of your hand on my cheek – thus, we are engaged. I accepted your proposal due to your physical appearance. I guess you really can't judge a book by its cover, now? I never knew you could be such a wimp. You're useless."

"I'm not useless!" the younger protested.

"Oh yeah? What are you good at?" Wolfram sneered. His usually angry eyes were downright furious at this point.

Yuri's black pupils widened a moment. "Baseball. I'm good at baseball."

'Baseball…' Wolfram thought, 'That rings a bell…' It clicked: baseball was that game his unworthy, half-bred brother loved oh so dearly.

"What team do you play for?"

Yuri was caught in his tracks. His chapped lips gaped open and close. Cold sweat silently rolled down his nape. Right about now his legs startled to shake in fear. Wolfram was intimidating, but he thought of a perfect comeback. It wasn't as if he had any pride to loose, so he swallowed his doubt back.

"…Why do you still want me?"

Shock hit the blond. His mouth curled inwards. He bit the inside of his mouth as hot sweat trailed down the side of his face, seeping into the skin by his ear. He, for once, was just as baffled as the other.

Wolfram smirked. "Now why can't you act like that more often?"

-O-

"Here, milord?" Gunter questioned. He and Gwendal were charged with locating, 'Lord,' Wolfram (A.K.A. 'Little Lord Brat'). The princely-adult grunted. In his round-about, stern way, that was a reply for, 'yes.' More than that, though, Gwendal wondered why Gunter went all, 'guu,' and, 'squish,' and acted all giddy around him…

Gwendal slapped a palm on his face and dragged it down. That was a bad thought – no, a terrible thought. He didn't need such things defiling his head and warping his opinions. He didn't blush, but when he looked at Gunter, his world heated up.

-O-

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing?" Yuri questioned.

"You didn't like it?" Wolfram cooed, filling in the space between them. The faces were inches apart, but their lips would soon be connected once again.

The double-black's head became strangely dizzy. His face flushed up and his legs shook violently. For some reason or another, he thought of a certain nursery rhyme, "Yuri and Wolfram, kissing in a bedroom: T-H-E-N-S-E-X! First comes love, then comes marriage, than comes a baby in a baby carriage!" Yuri was hoping that wasn't the case. Because if it was, it's be more of rape than sex and that wouldn't fit the song's rhythm. Oh, but it could go: 'R-A-P-E-S-E-X!' but that wouldn't make matters any better…

Closer… Closer… 'Oh God, the nursery rhyme was fine the way it was! There was no need for rape, really!' Closer… Closer… 'Oh damn, I gotta run! Somewhere…anywhere…' Closer… Closer… 'Who gives a damn anymore? Just get it over with!'

"Wolfram!" a stern voice shouted. The blond immediately broke off, twirling around in shock.

Emerald eyes widened. He stuttered, fumbling on his words, "G-Gwendal! I – You – I mean-!"

(Yuri was passed out on the floor, somehow still conscious of the world. He was in denial and debating with himself whether he really wanted the kiss, sex, or rape. Unfortunately for him, he was loosing his own debate badly.)

"Your Lordship!" Another demon dressed in white robes entered the scene.

"-and Gunter! But, that means-?"

"Yes," Gwendal stated dictatorship-like. The hard, forest-green fabric on his over-coat billowed out as if there were winds raging about. His furrowed brow only added to the intimidating gesture. "It's time to go, brother."

"Br-Brother!" Yuri was in shock. This guy was his (Wolfram's) brother?

Both Gwendal and Wolfram ignored him. "And who is this?"

"None of your damn business!" Yuri's companion shouted.

Gwendal snorted. "it won't matter. Let's go."

The older of the two's hands forcefully caught Wolfram's wrist. He tugged to the exit but the younger was tugging to the opposite end. The tan's man's strength overpowered Wolfram because the flaxen was dragged across the floor with rips in the ground and carpet. The whole time Wolfram screamed, 'let me go!'

Yuri was in shock. They were brothers! Why were they acting like bitter enemies? Something inside Yuri broke.

-O-

"Well, it seems as if he's not here, dearest mother," Conrad sighed airily.

Cecile frowned. "Did you plan this, Conrart?"

Chestnut eyes smiled. "Of course not; but in the mean time, why don't you explain to me why you're upset?"

-O-

"You say you two are loving brothers yet here you are ripping each other's hearts out by the lungs! What kind of emotionless, cold, lousy-excuses for brothers are you? Now, know the judgment of poor-family relationships! Justice, be done!"

Gwendal and Wolfram were torn apart by a forceful wind also tearing a, 'justice,' mark out of the window-facing wall. Gunter caught the elder man whereas Wolfram was swept into Yuri's arms – bridal style. The wind then flapped about, swirling around the almost-newly-weds. Then, in a blink of an eye they were gone.

Gunter gasped. "Y-Your Lordship! I-I-"

Gwendal cringed with a painful smirk. "It's…alright. Let failure not bring you down but rebound endurance at least."

"I'm in love!" the other man finally sputted out, his purple eyes widening in zeal. "How majestic! Why, a double-clack! It's far too perfect! Absolutely wonderful! Beautiful, gorgeous…perfect!"

Dull eyes widened. He rarely ever saw Gunter smile like this. His brow twitched as a small blushed crept onto his face. At which point, his smirk began to twitch as well. For a reason or another, he felt like killing this unknown double-black who caused so much chaos.

-O-

"I guess I'm up now."

-O-

"It has to do with the ball."

"I figure."

"We're going to bump the date to next weekend."

"Understood."

-O-

The two landed quite abruptly – Yuri on his head and Wolfram on his bum. What made the fall worse, though, has the fact Yuri's face was in Wolfram's crotch.

Wolfram starred. Blinked: once; twice; thrice. He knew for sure he was Gwendal's blood relatice – his eyebrow began to twitch.

"PERVERT!" he screamed, quickly kicking the boy.

Yuri picked himself from the ground. He heard people scream in fear and run in chaos. Parts of the window-wall were spread apart. Voices of, 'Gwendal,' and, 'Gunter,' drifted about in the background. They must have landed not too far away. This was not good. They were like fugitives and strange men were hot on their trail. There was only on solution:

"Wolfram, you know how to get to that bakery by the city's west gate?"

"That dump?"

"Meet me there in fifteen minute. We can confuse them if we split up."

Wolfram nodded.

"Alright, see you in fifteen, 'Wolf!"

"…'Wolf?'"

Yuri winked with a smile, still running his direction. "You said you wanted a nick-name, right?"

Wolfram was not blushing. It was just very hot outside.

'Fifteen minutes isn't that far away.'

-O-

Turning a final right, he sighed, relieved. He would make it. On top of that, he was sure neither Gwendal nor Gunter was following him.

His eyes widened. His heart raced. His body stopped.

"L-Lord Weller…"

"Wolfram."

"A-And mother!"

"Wolfy, Baby!"

END - 4 - REQUIEM

Afterthoughts: A sucky cliffhanger you say…? If only you knew how this would lead up to next chapter. Okay, you're thinking, 'What the Hell does this have to do with the Cinderella story?' Well, I accidentally made a few loop holes so they have to be addressed. In doing so, the next chapter will make lots more sense and then this chapter will click into place at the end… Yeah. Sorry for the inconvenience.