Made some changes here as I've re-read it and thought that it was kind of a sudden to have Wolfram kdnapped. Hope now that it sounds a bit better. Once again, thanks for the reviews!

Surreal Fate : Illusions of Love

Trials of Love 2 : Not Part of the Plan - It Cannot Be

It felt like a bucket of frigid cold water had just been splashed onto his face. Numbness was returning back to course through his body while his eyes were as big as saucers, never leaving the boy's face. And all that he could do was look at the boy without saying anything. He watched the boy groaned as he cradled his head in his hands.

"What-what happened?" he heard him asked. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over them.

"You've knocked your head against something hard, Wolfe," he heard Conrad's voice behind. The others said nothing while Murata murmured in agreement.

"Wolfe? Is that- is that my name?" the boy asked, squinting his deep blue eyes up at the brown-haired knight; completely ignoring Yuuri.

"Yes. Your name is Wolfe Gyles, a subject of the great Maou."

All along he listened while his eyes watched Wolfram mouthed his name.

He looked out at the green scenery that was laid beautifully out ahead, feeling the peaceful silence residing inside him.

"How are you feeling, Wolfe?" he heard a deep voice called out to him from behind. Looking over his shoulder, he watched as Conrad trotted to stand beside his brown mare.

"Everything is still a blur but nothing permanent," he replied as he looked forward once again. Silently, both knights gazed upon the scenery. "Lord Weller, how is the Maou?" he asked with a sudden.

"Why do you ask?" the brown-haired knight queried, his brown eyes glanced over. The other knight shrugged.

"He seemed a little down last night after I awakened. So I thought that it was because of me that he's feeling that way," he replied, looking down slightly. A small frown was etched on his face.

"It has nothing to do with you. He's just a little upset that he hasn't found what he was looking for," the brown-haired knight replied with an enigmatic smile.

"What was he looking for?" he asked, glancing at his brother. But Conrad did not answer him, instead he led his horse around and began to make his way back to the village.

"I believe that you would have to ask His Majesty himself on that."

Listless and restless, he wandered around the village, oblivious to the villagers walking by. Spying a small rock, he kicked at it, his hands tucked in his pockets. "How did this happen?" he thought, stopping in his tracks. "Just when I've finally able to say it, he forgets about me. How is it possible that you don't remember me?"

"Your Majesty?" a familiar voice called out from behind. Hearing that voice, he whirled behind to find the now black-haired knight staring at him with a concerned look. "Are you all right, Your Majesty?"

He smiled and nodded, not trusting himself to speak. The boy let out a breath of relief before smiling back at the young Maou. Seeing that smile and that face caused his heart to beat even faster, but he willed himself to stay calm. "Wolfe, take a walk with me," he gestured, his tongue unfamiliar with the name. The boy nodded, a blush tainted his cheeks.

In company silence, both boys began to walk. Out of the corner of his eyes, he watched as the other boy smiled at every villager and child that passed them. Seeing him now, Yuuri still could not believe that this was Wolfram, his ex-fiancé "No, he is still my fiancé," he thought with a shake of his head.

"Are you sure you're all right, Your Majesty?" he heard the boy queried again.

"Call me Yuuri," he called out. But the boy shook his head.

"It is not my place to call the Maou by his first name."

He sighed. This was definitely not like the former Wolfram at all.

"I heard that Your Majesty had lost something of great importance," the knight commented. He turned to look at the black-haired boy beside him. "Maybe I can be of an assistance in finding it?"

"No," he said, shaking his head. He watched as the knight's face fell and his shoulders slumped a little. "Thank you for offering but this is something that I have to find by myself."

With that said, he smiled, his heart at peace. "Yes, this is something that only I can achieve. I'll make you regain your memories, even if it kills me."

Knowing that everyone was fast asleep, he slowly tiptoed his way towards the door. Gently, he opened the door, entered and closed the door behind him with a soft click. He knew that he should not be doing this. But he just could not stop himself. There was no chance in life that he would let this slip through his fingers again.

Thankfully, his eyes grew accustomed to the darkness quickly and he shuffled his way towards the lone figure that was snuggled under the sheets. Spying a lone chair nearby, he grabbed it and placed it near the bed before sitting. Once seated, his eyes gazed upon the figure as he breathed softly and peacefully. In the past, his hair would be the only color in the darkness, shimmering under the moonlight. But now, his hair had turned dark and melted with the darkness.

His hand strayed up, his face growing closer to the other boy's soft-looking cheek. From that distance, he took in his scent while his hand grazed the boy's cheek. "Wolfram," he whispered, his breath tickled the other boy's ear. The other boy stirred slightly and he pulled back with a sudden. He nearly let out a sigh when the other boy returned back to sleep.

Dumbstruck, he watched as those soft lips gently opened and closed with each breath the boy took. The moon had no mercy as it shifted slightly and moonlight reflected upon those lips. Long minutes passed as he stood motionless, staring at those perfectly shaped lips. Somehow, he could hear the thundering of his heart in his ears and blood began to rush inside him. Something stirred inside him and he could no longer control the powerful emotion inside. His face grew closer to the other boy's face once again, lips hovered above lips. Within the room, the sound of the clock ticking away was the only source of sound. Soon, he could hear himself breathing slightly hard as he slowly ran his tongue over his lips. And as he did that, the tip of his tongue grazed the other boy's lips. Instantaneously, his hands that were loosely flat on the sheets, were now gripping them tightly. He closed his eyes as he took a deep breath. And as though on cue, the moon dipped and so did he.

The journey home was longer than he had expected. Unexpectedly, the path that they had taken was mysteriously blocked by a few huge fallen tree trunks. Having no choice, they had to take a detour which happened to be through the dense forest that they were in right now. Beside him, he saw the black-haired knight looking around. On his other side, Conrad was alert as well.

"Are you sure this is the only way back, Conrad?" he heard Gunter asked. The brown-haired knight nodded in reply.

"It's kind of strange that the path would be blocked in just a few days," Murata commented. "Let's just hope that we won't be jumped by a band of bandits."

Just as soon as the words left the Sage's mouth, dark figures appeared out of nowhere, blocking both their exit and the front. And they were not a pleasant sight to begin with.

His first instinct was to protect the Maou. Pulling the reins, his mare stepped back. Suddenly, one of the bandits flung himself onto Wolfram, causing him to lose control of his horse and falling to the ground. Spooked, the docile brown mare soon reared up on her hind legs before galloping away.

He watched as his horse ran, pain coursing through his whole body. He heard the others defending themselves and turned to find the king safely surrounded by the other knights. But the bandits proved to be cunning and soon, one after another, the knights were defeated, leaving the king all by himself. Struggling to stand up, his gaze stayed on the king who was wildly looking around, as though searching for someone.

"Wolfram! Where are you?" he heard the king called out amidst the confusion and wondered who this Wolfram was. He looked around and found his brothers, Gunter and Yozak fiercely trying to defend themselves from the large number of bandits.

"Lord Weller! The king!" he called out to the brown-haired knight but somehow, his words went unheard. Gritting his teeth, he lunged towards the bandit who took a sudden interest in the unprotected king. With incredible speed, he stood in the bandit's way. With quick thinking, he made a fiery circle around him and the king that held the bandits back. Turning around, he helped the king down from his stallion.

"Wolf-" Yuuri started to called out when the magical fire suddenly diminished. Startled by the sudden extinguish, both Wolfram and Yuuri turned to find a hooded figure standing with a few more of the bandits. Prodded by his sense of protectiveness, he pushed the king behind him, sheltering him with his own body as he glared at the enemies. "What are you doi-"

"Take him," the figure ordered, his deep voice seemed strangely familiar.

"Your Majesty, no matter what they do, do not ever move away from behind me," Wolfram whispered lest the others would hear them. His eyes watched warily as the bandits moved closer by the minute. With a sudden, long streams of fire shot towards the bandits, but mysteriously diminished without touching them. A shadow loomed over him and he suddenly doubled over, having being punched in the stomach.

"Wolfram!" he heard the king cried out from behind him. Still in the throes of his pain, he felt himself being hoisted up.

"Yo-our Majesty," he hoarsely called out before a sudden spell of numbness knocked him out.

He watched in horror as the black-haired knight dropped to the his knees, his arms went straight to his stomach. Feeling a sudden burst of anger, his eyes turned dark, despite his contacts, while his short dyed hair turned long and dark. Black energy cackled around him as he felt himself being taken over by the mixture of feelings of anger and love, his other self and the dark aura. But he wanted to be the one to bring down justice on these bandits and somehow, his wish was granted. Combined with the Maou's dark powers and energy, he tried to get to Wolfram and protect the black-haired knight.

But he suddenly slammed hard against an invisible barrier and was knocked back. Narrowing his darkened eyes, he stared at the hooded figure as he stood back and slammed his hands on the barrier, but to no vain. Trapped, he glared at a particular bandit who hoisted the knight up onto his shoulder and turned his back on the Maou.

"Wolfram!" he shouted and it seemed that the knight heard him. He watched as Wolfram painfully lifted his head up and pain-glazed blue eyes gazed upon the Maou.

"Yo-our Majesty."

Hearing the boy's weakened voice, he blasted out his energy but was still unable to break the barrier. Helplessly, he watched as Wolfram dropped his head back again, eyes closed. And just as soon as the intruders escaped, the barrier suddenly disappeared. Turning, he watched as the intruders escaped on horses. A black mist appeared and formed a long serpent-like creature, similar to his water serpents, behind him. Without warning, the serpent lunged towards the intruders, wrapped itself around the last man's torso before pulling back.

He felt the others moved to his side but he did not turn to them as his dark eyes were trained on the flying man before slamming hard on the ground. He heard the man groaned in pain but his mind were on the kidnapped knight. Standing formidably at the man's feet, he stared down before bending. His hand gripped hard on the man's neck, choking him, and watched as the man struggled, his hands clawed at the Maou's hand.

"Tell me. Where are you taking Wolfram?" he asked, his voice was dangerously low and suspiciously calm.

He had never seen Yuuri like this before. Neither had he seen the Maou acting this way before. The presence of passionate dark aura surrounded him, its presence enticing and frightening at the same time. Rooted to the ground, all he could do was watch as the dark Maou grabbed hold of the captured man high above the ground by his neck.

"Tell me. Where are you taking Wolfram?" the Maou asked, his voice was dangerously low and suspiciously calm. He watched as the man struggled to break free, his face turning slightly blue. Yuuri narrowed his eyes, his hand tightening slightly.

"Shibuya, you're going to kill the man," he intervened but his words fell on deaf ears. He heard Gunter gave out a gasp. "Shibuya, if you kill the man now, you'll never know where they're taking Wolfram."

This time, his words got through to the young king as he released his grip and the man dropped to the ground with a thud. In an instant, the tensed air dissipated while the overwhelming aura of the Maou disappeared without a trace. Yuuri's normal colouring returned and he teetered before crumbling to the ground. Unlike his previous transformation, the young king lifted his head up, the strain visible in his eyes.

"Tell me. What are you going to do to Wolfram?"

Each time my eyes met yours, my heart breaks in two. You no longer call me by my name, instead, you are reserved and knight-like. Just like the others. But I still hold hope in my heart and so, my only wish is to keep you safe. Safe from all distractions and interferences of both men and women alike. I realized now that I have become like the former you. Worrying about whether you would stray from me. And from there, I've made a decision., to bring you back into the closed walls of the castle where no one would be able to steal you away from me but...Why am I so powerless, even though I am the Maou? Why can't I protect the hand that had been protecting me? Why is everyone trying to separate the two of us? Is this truly our destiny? (Yuuri Shibuya)