Wolfram von Bielefield
I have lost my most precious person in my life. For years he dedicated his life to me, sacrificing and losing himself in the process. I remember the first time we met; he's more beautiful than anything I have ever seen in my short 15 years of life. At that moment he took my breath away. Beautiful golden hair, brilliant emerald eyes, silky smooth porcelain skin. What a waste I thought to myself, if only he was a girl, I would have falling instantly for him. I was taught that it was only right to love a girl, so no matter how beautiful he is; I could never fall for him. He did make it easy for me to fool myself. The angel face beauty had an ugly disposition or so I thought. At our first meal together, he dared to insult my beloved mother. In the heat of the moment, I slapped him effectively asking the boy to marry me. The blond beauty was so irate with me; he challenged me to a dual. In the end I won and the proposal was binding. It was ridiculous to me to be engaged to a boy, but I never once asked anyone if I could break the engagement. Did he know?
The boy tagged along wherever I went to my dismay. It wasn't that I hated the boy; it was more like I was getting too fond of him. The more time I spent with him, the more I felt something stir inside of me. I didn't like it one bit, I fought tooth and nail to push him away. I still remember the first time my heart almost jumped out of my chest. That time we were locked up in the closet, I wonder if he could hear my heart beating. It wasn't out of fear, but rather being so close to him. His scent invaded my nostrils. The boy smelled like honey almost good enough to taste. I almost reached out to touch him. Next thing I knew, I did something stupid, and I made a "mew mew" pretending to be a cat so the pirates outside wouldn't find us. Even as unhappy as he was with me, the blond protected me until I order him to stand down. I was afraid of him getting hurt. Did he know?
The poor boy even traveled by sea with me to find the Morgif, not caring at all about his seasickness. I have never seen someone so sick. I was so worry about him. All color left his face; he wasn't the vibrant boy that I knew. I never wanted again to see life leave his face. Ever since the then, I argued with him stay put when I knew we had to travel by sea. I know he thought that I didn't want him to follow, I did, I just didn't like seeing him so ill. Did he know?
I remembered the first time he hugged him. We welcome our bearbees children into this world. Thank goodness the bearbees hatching drowned out the steady thumping of my heart. For the first time, I didn't push him away. It felt right for some reason. I wished we could share more moments like that. Did he know?
Where should I even begin with his choice of sleepwear? He's delicate body covered in nothing more than a sheer cloth. Why did he choose pink only he will know, but I still believe he looks best in blue. I let him know that I didn't no appreciate him sharing my bed more than once. It wasn't the fact that he was a boy, but the fact I would sometimes wake up with the most painful arousal known to man dreaming about taking off his sleepwear moments ago. Did he know?
That time where I saw his heart ripped out of his chest; I felt something inside of me break. All I could do was scream his name. Unable to do anything as his lifeless body dropped down to the ground. I wanted to be with him even if it meant my own death. If I wasn't unable to save him, I would have found another way to be with him. Did he know?
When I left for what I thought would be the last time, all I thought about was him. I missed being tortured by the beauty. I missed his loud voice taunting me. I missed his emerald eyes. I missed the way his hair fell into his eyes. I missed the nights we shared. I missed everything about him. Did he know?
When I came back to him and saw his face, all I wanted was to touch and feel, to tell him that I love him. Will he accept? It took me a long time in order to express my feelings to him because I was afraid of him rejecting me. I knew in my heart he would never do that, but you never know. Yet he waited patiently for me, which only made me love him more. He completes me. Did he know?
With my own stupidity, I lost him. He gave me everything he had. He never held back his own feeling. Whatever he felt he told or showed me. The love he gave me was pure and untainted. There was never any motive behind it. He gave me his love long before I realize how much he means to me. He gave me all that he was. Somewhere along the line I lost it. I regret not giving him all of me. Did he know?
Would you please help me find him again? My friend, my love, my soul, my heart, my everything.
Gunter quickly went to find Wolfram.
"Wolfram, wait."
"Gunter, what do you want?"
"Here read this."
"Gunter, didn't I tell you before I won't accept any invitation requesting my company."
"Wolfram just read it."
Wolfram quickly scanned the letter that Yuuri had obviously written himself. The lilac advisor studied the blonde's facial expression and detected nothing. Gunter was worried. The blond finished reading the letter and then handed it back to Gunter and walked away. The black hair king watched the proceedings with disappointment. He was hoping to at least see the some reaction from the blond, but got nothing.
"Gunter, please respond the request like the rest."
Wolfram von Bielefield
I have never hated being called "Heika" as much as I hate it now. Its unnatural coming from him; I was never a title to him. By him calling me by my name, we are on equal footing. Never did he put me on a pedestal like the rest. Never did I want him to see me as anything but myself. It hurts hearing him address my by my title. He seems so far away from me.
In my dream, no, more like my nightmare, I see him walking away from me. I run to catch up with him only to see him fade away. I drop down to my knees sobbing. I wake up finding that tears streaking down my face. My nightmare is the reality that I am living in. Many nights I lie awake hoping he will enter my room again, it never happens. Is he lonely without me, I wonder? Does he wake up in the middle of the night finding nothing but emptiness, sorrow, and regret?
Never have I wanted more than to have him chase after me, threatening my life. It's the game we play with each other. The game that shows me he cares. Now there is nothing. It hurts knowing that he may not care.
I deserve nothing from him. I know that but I love him too much to let him go. He may hate me for forcing him to love me again, but I have made up my mind to be selfish for once. I will have him love me again. Will you help me?
"Wolfram, can't you see how much he is hurting?"
"Gunter, please respond to it like any other request."
"Wolfram."
Wolfram von Bielefield
Ironic isn't it, he chased after me when I first arrived, now I am chasing after him. No matter how long it takes, I will get him back. This is what he must have felt like when I made him feel unwanted. I understand now why he acted the way he did. There is nothing worst than loving a person and not have them acknowledge your existence. If I knew what I know now, I would have paid much more attention to him. I guess this is payback for all the times a pushed him away.
It's now my turn to feel rejected, to feel unwanted. Is he taking any of this to heart? I don't even care if he only feels pity for me, at lease it is something from him. Lately he sees me and walks away. There is no yelling, no screaming, he doesn't even acknowledge me. It hurts when I am nothing to him.
He must have felt so alone when I left for earth. I can only imagine the pain and loneliness he had to endure while I was away. Even though he hasn't spoken to me, at least I can see his face and feel his presence. That could not be said in his situation, while I was on earth, only memories of me were left behind for him to hold onto. I wonder if he cried those nights that I wasn't around because I cry now without him.
Can you help me chase away all the loneliness?
"That's enough Gunter, I will speak with Heika."
Grabbing the letters that Yuuri has written, the blond prince went in search of his king. Yuuri was walking down a hallway when the blond prince yelled out to him.
"Heika, wait, I need to speak with you."
Yuuri turned around with hope gleaming in his eyes. The blond prince shoved the crumbled letters into Yuuri's chest. Yuuri only pushed the letters back into Wolfram's hand.
"Heika, this is not doing any one any good. I will not be swayed in my decision. Stop this nonsense. Nothing is going to persuade me otherwise. You're wasting your time. All this that you are doing is hopeless. These letters means nothing to me."
"Why are you getting so worked up for if all of this means nothing to you? Why are you shaking, my prince. Don't lie to me and most importantly don't lie to yourself anymore. You still want and love me; admit it. Let's rebuild our relationship together."
Wolfram's eyes flashed with anger.
"How dare you presume what I feel.'
Wolfram took the letters into both hands and shredded them to pieces. Releasing them from his grasp, the breeze floated the paper all around them.
"Do you believe me now?"
The black hair boy only smirked at the blond prince. Talking a predatory step towards the prince, effectively pinning the prince to the wall. Yuuri landed a bruising kiss to the blonde's lip. Wolfram tried to push his king away from himself, but Yuuri grabbed both of his wrists with his own hands and pinned them above the blonde's head. Yuuri shifted both of Wolfram wrists into a death grip in one of his hands immobilizing the prince completely. Yuuri was far stronger than the blond. Yuuri continue to land bruising kisses on the blonde's lips.
Those lips feel too good. I almost forget what they taste like.
Yuuri did not let up while the blond tried to struggle. The black hair boy can feel Wolfram's resolve weakening. Yuuri almost smirked when he felt Wolfram's lips responding to his own. Deepening his kiss, Yuuri slide his moist tongue into Wolfram's mouth. Using his tongue to caress Wolframs; sliding deeper into the moist cavern. Tasting and feeling everything in his mouth that he so missed. Yuuri was remembering why he loved to kiss the boy. He is delicious.
Yuuri wasted no time moving his free hand under Wolfram's jacket pulling up Wolfram's undershirt to feel the soft porcelain skin on his fingertips. Wolfram's muscles contracted involuntary. Yuuri moved his hand further up Wolfram's chest caressing the sensitive nipples.
In shook from what he was doing, Wolfram suddenly bit down on Yuuri's lips drawing blood. The black hair boy stopped his ministration on the blonde's lips. Licking the blood from his lips, Yuuri leaned into Wolfram once again sending shivers down the blonde's spine.
"My prince, you may say you don't want me, but your body tells me otherwise."
Just to make his point clear, Yuuri moved his free hand from Wolfram's chest down to the evident bulged in Wolfram's pants stroking the prince earning a soft lustful moan from the blond.
The death glare Wolfram gave to Yuuri would have scared Gwendal himself, but Yuuri was unfazed by it all.
"Release me Heika."
Yuuri did not want to push the blond any further and did as requested. Wolfram quickly marched off. Yuuri smirked to himself knowing that he can still get a reaction out of blond.
So, my fiery prince is still in there. Once I get you back, I will never let you go again.
"Shibuya welcome back."
The king turned around to see his friend wearing an all-knowing smirk.
"Murata, I haven't gone anywhere."
"Really, didn't you lose yourself the last couple of weeks? What brought you back to your senses?"
"Adelinda actually, she made me realize that I couldn't go on like I was. I was trying to make everyone happy, in the end only hurting them. She forced me to be true to myself."
"So it's the bratty prince after all."
"It has always been Wolfram."
"Good luck my friend, you are going to need it with that stubborn prince of yours."
Damn you! I can't believe I reacted to his touch so easily. How can you betray me like this? Didn't it feel good to have him touch you again? No. Why are you lying to yourself Bielefield, you know you missed him. You been craving his touch ever since he almost kissed in this very bath you are in. No, that is not true. This is your entirely your fault. Really, and I was the one letting Yuuri's skillful tongue explore my mouth however he liked. I was the one that let out that lustful moan. Who is the one stroking himself up and down thinking about the same black hair boy now? Shut up. Stop this nonsense and forgive him. Nooo.
Wolfram stumped over the bath walls once he was done. Damn it.
Wolfram was unable to fall asleep that night. Deciding to go for a walk, Wolfram got dressed and headed out into the brisk night air. The blond prince wandered aimlessly around the castle grounds. The blond prince finally decided to take a seat on the stone bench overlooking the courtyard.
"Can't sleep huh?"
The blond tried to get up, but the hand on his shoulder keep him seated.
"Heika."
"It's been a while hasn't it, Wolfram, since we looked at the stars together."
"Heika, I have an early day tomorrow, I need my rest."
Again Yuuri's hand kept Wolfram seated.
"Wolfram can't we just enjoy the serenity for a little bit."
Letting out a sigh, the blond had no choice but to nod. Yuuri couldn't help but smile. The blond ice barrier is slowly melting. Before they knew it the sun has slowly risen above the horizon.
Damn, why couldn't this last forever they both thought.
"Heika, I believe it's time for us to go our separate ways."
"Only this time."