Well then, here's the final third chapter! Don't worry, the last two chapters coming soon. In fact, I've already done the last chapter! Hope you guys like this chapter! Oh, don't forget to read the second Kyou Kara fic, Stubborn Souls!

Why is it that my heart keeps pounding so fiercely? What is this I'm feeling? When I see you beaten and down, the sudden urge to protect and destroy those that torture you so overwhelms me. (Wolfram von Bielefield)

Surreal Fate - Illusions of Love

- Trials of Love: His Avenging Angel -

His eyes lifted to meet angry green ones, noticing the frown that marred the knight's feminine face. In that moment, he swore that he saw the old Wolfram lurking in those proud eyes.

"Who are you?" he heard the knight's whisper, but only barely. Silently, he gazed upon that face that had haunted him for days. With a sudden the tip of the blade dropped and pushed his chin, forcing him to lift his head a little higher. "Just who are you?"

This time, Wolfram's voice grew a little louder but he still kept silent. Silence grew between them, their positions still the same. Then, with some Wolfram-likeness, the knight frowned even more and raised his sword arm. Moonlight glinted off the sword blade and, with sudden movement, he brought down his sword arm. Instinctively, Yuuri closed his eyes but remained motionless.

Sound of metal being cut rang through the night as he re-opened his eyes to find the chains were cut off. Lowering his arms, he watched as Wolfram threw aside the sword and knelt before him.

"Why?" he heard Wolfram's voice turned slightly harsh in a whisper. The knight lifted his head and what he saw in those green eyes startled him slightly. Pained desire reflected intensely in those eyes. "Why is it that I can't stop thinking about you?"

His eyes were widened slightly before returning normal. With a hand rubbing his other wrist, he lowered his head. Reddish locks slipped forward, hiding his expression. His eyes were trained on the ground, unable to look at the knight any longer. Closing his eyes, he let out a soft sigh before lifting his head. "The reason why you can't stop thinking about me is that-"

"-I'm just someone who used to be close to you," he finished with a smile. "You might say a friend at times. I came here looking for you but I can see that you're perfectly fine and doing all right here. That puts my heart at ease." He knew that he was babbling but that was the only way to keep his emotions intact. Without hesitation, he slowly pulled himself up and painfully walked past the kneeling knight before stopping with a sudden. Ahead of him, the golden brown-haired king was standing motionless, his eyes frowning intensely.

He found himself turning around and saw Julian standing near the cellgates, his eyes intense with anger. Somehow or rather, he felt a tinge of protectiveness towards the black-haired boy but chose to remain motionless. Then, everything happened in a split second. The young king went up to the boy and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

"He's already mine. No matter what you do, he will forever be mine. And I'll make sure it stays that way," he threatened as he shoved Yuuri into the waiting hands of a guard nearby before turning to walk away. Hearing the threat in the king's voice, Wolfram whipped his head back.

"Your Highness!" he called out just as he came to his feet. The king faltered before stopping in his tracks. "What are you going to do to him?"

"Making sure that he won't bother us again," came the answer before the king gave a curt nod to another guard. Acting on the king's instruction, a couple of the guards seized the knight by his arms. He struggled to get free but was unable to. "And you, my dear, won't be bothered by the likes of him again. I'll make sure of that."

"Whatever you're going to do, you'd better not harm him." He heard a soft yet deadly voice came from the captured boy whose eyes held a murderous glint. The sound of the king's heels tapped distinctively against the stone floor, the king roughly lifted his dark head up.

"You should not worry about him. He'll be fine once he permanently forgets about you. If I were you, I'd worry about my own safety."

He struggled to keep himself awake, struggled to keep breathing. He could feel shards of pain streaking down his body and knew that he looked like hell. But his mind and eyes were trained upon the black and golden-haired knight standing several feet away from him, the bodies of the guards slightly blocking his view. Even from that distance, he could see the slight frowning of the knight's face as he tried to break free from the grasp of the guards. The young king, standing near the knight, gave a look at the knight before turning his attention to him.

Then, a sudden appearance of a hooded figure caught his attention. It was the same figure that had taken Wolfram away from him. Then, the conversation between the knight and the king caught his attention.

"Please Your Highness. He has not done anything. Let him go and I'll forever stay by your side."

"No. That is a risk that I'm not willing to take."

"Then erase my memory for all I care! Without my memories, I'll only think of him as just someone I met in passing. Nothing more."

"Again, another risk that I'm not willing to take. What makes you think that your memories won't just suddenly return back? And by the sound of it, it seems that some of the memories are returning."

"Have you found them?" Murata asked as Gwendel and Gunter returned back to the inn, looking rather perplexed. In unison, both shook their heads and the Sage sighed. "Shibuya, you idiot. Running off on your own is not a good thing, especially when you're in a strange country."

The sound of the door broke his train of thoughts and Murata lifted his head to find Yozak breathless. "We've found them."

"Where!"

"In some castle nearby. Conrad's there right now."

Amidst the shadows that the leaves were creating, Conrad watched the scene before him played out. His hand unconsciously went to the hilt of his sword but he did not pull the sword out. Instead, he remained motionless as his eyes watched how his little brother tried to save the dark-haired Maou despite the amnesiac condition that he was in. When the right time came, he would react as a soldier but for now he would remain watchful.

"...some of the memories are returning." He heard the harsh tone that was embedded in the king's voice before it turned cajoling. "So just stay there, my sweet, while I tend to this pest first. Soon, everything will as it should be." With those words, the king gave a short nod to the guards and they resumed the 'punishment' again.

This was all strange to him; he had no recollection of the boy and yet, his heart seemed to cry out for him. Every pained cry that was uttered out nearly ripped his heart out. And the more he heard the sounds, the ache tripled even more. To the point that he could no longer take it. Streams of fire surrounded the whole lot of them, tearing the stunned guards away from the fallen boy. As soon as he was free, he evaded the others and made his way towards dark-haired boy.

"Yuuri."

The quiet was really deafening. He had never been a fan of the silence before and never would be. Stirring, he made himself sat up. Pain shot through his head and, instinctively, placed a hand on his temple as he winced. "What happened?" He glanced around and found himself back in his own room. "What am I doing back in Shin Makoku?"

He remembered that he went to get Wolfram back. He remembered being beaten by the guards and Wolfram looking at him with those eyes of his. And the last he remembered was long streams of fire protecting him.

And a shadowy figure appeared in front of him, its emerald green eyes filled with anger and passion. Its thick golden hair bristled with anger and its whole frame trembled.

Through my hazy vision, I see great streams of fire surrounding me, their warmth protecting me. Amidst the flames, I saw you standing before me. Though it still pains me to see those eyes staring at me without recognition, but my heart warms to see concern reflecting in those eyes. And as I look, you looked different. Almost like an ethereal angel. And avenging angel. (Yuuri Shibuya)