Help Me Find My Wings

By,

Rune Wolfe

Disclaimer: I own none of Kyou Kara Maou. Please keep in mind that Yuuri is now 21 and he has been married to Wolfram for three years. I'm sorry but I have to cut this chapter into two because I don't have time to finish!

Chapter 2: The Ones Who Bound My Wings

Wolfram woke early the next morning to an empty bed. Sitting up uneasily he was greeted by a small note on the bedside table: "Went out for a walk, be back later." So that's what had been off, it was the way Yuuri was acting and Wolfram had a feeling this wasn't just about the baby anymore.

He should've expected this. Yuuri had been oddly upset about coming back to Tokyo, but Wolfram had thought he was just nervous about breaking the news to Conrad and Gwendal.

An uneasy feeling took over him. Was Yuuri having second thoughts? Did he no longer love Wolfram? Or was there someone else? No, Wolfram thought reassuringly, Yuuri's to kind to be unfaithful.

Just then the phone rang, the blonde queen hesitated before answering it, "Hello? Oh, Conrad….no, he's not here right now…..I'm fine….," Wolfram cursed under his breath, his voice was beginning to waver from his pain and his brother could sense it, "no, it's all right, I'm really fine…alright, see you then. Bye."

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Yuuri slumped onto the bench beside the old baseball field. He had a lot of thinking to do. I shouldn't have come back here, he thought. Why were all these memories coming back to haunt him now?

It had been 7 years ago, when he was 14, not long before he first arrived in Shin Makoku. The true reason he had quit baseball.

The day had been like every other, heading back home after practice tired and sweaty. It was getting dark and Yuuri was later than usual so he decided to take a shortcut.

Everything had happened so fast, the men had come out of nowhere. All he could remember was their jeering and someone gripping his wrists tightly as they broke him cruelly. The next morning he had woken up naked in an alleyway. But that's all he had needed. He knew what they had done; the bruises on his body had said everything.

He had gone home, pretended like nothing had ever happened. When his mother asked him where he had been all night he merely said that he had gone to a friend's house, he never allowed the conversation to go any farther than that.

He had tried his best to force it to the back of his mind, to forget; and he had thought that he had finally conquered it. But it seemed now that he hadn't done that well of a job.

His body was tainted. That's why he was always so shy about it, it was hard enough making love to Wolfram without fearing rejection. Whenever someone looked at him on the street, it felt as if they knew, as if everybody knew and the just weren't saying anything.

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When Yuuri and Wolfram finally reached the restaurant for dinner, everyone else had already congregated at a table in the corner. "Sorry we're late," Wolfram murmured, guiding his husband to their seats, "we lost track of the time."

"Did you two get around to finishing your Christmas shopping?" Conrad asked, mentally searching for signs of unrest between them. He still wanted to know why Wolfram's voice had sounded so shaky over the phone.

But Wolfram smiled, nodding, "yes, we managed."

Yuuri laughed, recalling how amazed Wolfram had been when he learned what a credit card was. There were moments when his husband could be so innocently adorable and Yuuri was reminded of how there was no way he'd ever survive without him. "There were some difficulties though," he teased, nudging the blonde gently.

Then he turned to everyone else, "Well, two more days till Christmas." He raised his glass, and his friends all did the same, drowning out the sound of Yuuri's halfhearted "cheers."

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Wolfram straightened his back as he wiped sweat off of his forehead. He had been washing dishes for almost an hour. It was amazing how many dishes a large group could use with just dessert. It was then that he noticed a picture on the windowsill. From a baby Yuuri smiled happily, playing with what seemed to be a stuffed dinosaur while wearing paper wings on his back.

A grin grew on Wolfram's face; it was such a sweet image. He was so captivated by it he didn't notice when Miko entered the room. "I always knew Yuu-chan had wings," she sighed, glancing at the old photo over Wolfram's shoulder, "you just had to look carefully to see them."

One word seemed to stick out in that sentence: 'had.' The blonde man turned to look at her questioningly. "He still has them," he murmured, the confusion obvious in his voice.

"Yes, but he doesn't fly anymore. He hasn't since he was 14, it was almost as if…his wings had disappeared."

Wolfram, stared at the little boy in the picture. There was something different, but just like Miko had said: you had to look closely to see it.

"Wolfram…, I've been meaning to ask you…. Or at least I was hoping, that maybe you could help Yuuri find his wings."