So I've been busy with Yuri! On Ice, but Happy Holidays everyone and Happy New Year! I want to give a special thank you to ben4kevin for chatting with me about KKM and giving me a new purpose with where I want to take this fic as a whole. I think it's gonna be good, and I'm excited to write for it again /smiles/ Uni is starting up again soon, so updates will be slow and short, but I hope you all can still enjoy it! Thank you for reading!

Fandom: Kyo Kara Maoh

Pairing: Conyuu, WolfYuu

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Warnings: PTSD, Obsession? Borderline Obsession?

Mental

Ch 6: Comfort

It had been a day and a half since then. Conrad and the others came and went, a medic was always in the room, switching out for shifts to monitor the maoh, while Wolfram silently sat in a little chair next to the bed, never once leaving his side. Conrad would come and bring him a tray of food and tea, which he never touched. In fact, he never even looked at the end table it was placed on. Günter would visit with Gwendal, but the two never stayed for long. It was uncomfortable with Wolfram silently brooding, never looking away from Yuuri. Conrad came whenever he had a moment to spare, for Yuuri's sake and Wolfram's.

"I know you're worried, Wolf, but please try to eat," he flashed his signature smile expecting one of his little brother's retorts, only to be met with silence. Wolfram didn't even turn his head to look at his brother. He kept his eyes fixated on Yuuri's sleeping face. It was contorted and scrunched up, like he was in pain. The healers relaxed him as much as they could but were worried about him waking up if they did anymore. Wolfram only listened to the healers speaking, never actually interacting with them himself.

"N...st...p," Yuuri mumbled, barely getting the sounds out of his clenched teeth. Wolfram shook out of his catatonic state to stand next to his bed. His hand rested on the blankets as Conrad and the healer rushed over. Yuuri's eyes shot open. It took him a moment to orientate himself, first looking at Wolfram's concerned face hovering over him before fixating his gaze on Conrad standing on the other side of the bed. He blinked slowly as he started to relax and sit up.

"Don't move so quickly, Yuuri. You're weak," Wolfram reached out to touch his shoulder without even thinking about it. Conrad quickly yelped at him to wait, but the damage was already done. Wolfram had barely touched him before feeling a sharp sting on the back of his hand. Yuuri's eyes grew wide in terror as he desperately slapped his hand away. He didn't say anything. He didn't have to say anything. His shoulders were trembling as tears started to well up in his black eyes. Wolfram pulled his hand back as anger flared up in his chest. How dare those human filth touch Yuuri. He turned to that same filth he was forced to call a brother and glared.

"How could you let this happen to him, Lord Weller? He is your king, and you failed your most basic job," his words stung deep. Conrad knew it was true. It was his fault. He should've been there sooner. He should've stopped them. "You don't deserve to stand by his side."

Conrad remained silent, his face a chiseled mask hiding his emotions. Without a word, he headed towards the large bedroom door to leave. Yuuri couldn't move. His shoulders were shaking, his eyes were stinging, his heart was crying out. Don't go. Stay. Hold my hand. Please. He tried to move his mouth, but nothing would come out. His skin was cold but his insides burned. It was nauseating. It was disgusting. He felt disgusting. He was disgusting.

Wolfram leaned over to the little nightstand and poured a glass of water. He held it in front of Yuuri and tried his best to give a comforting smile. Yuuri didn't move. The tears had finally started to spill over, silently dripping onto the bedsheets. Wolfram didn't know what to do. Yuuri froze up whenever he was touched. What should he do? What could he even do? This was his fiancé he was talking about, he had to do something! He set the glass down on the nightstand and clicked his tongue. He was angry at those human trash who did this, he was angry at Conrad for allowing this to happen, he was angry at himself for not being able to do anything.

He sat back down in the little chair next to the bed, and picked up the book he had brought with him, but never read. He opened it up and slowly started to read for Yuuri. He didn't know if he was listening, or if he even cared, but it was all Wolfram could think to do. After a couple pages, he looked up to see Yuuri. His tears were dried in streaks down his cheeks, but at least no new tears were falling. Wolfram took that as a good sign and smiled as he kept reading. The book wasn't anything special, just whatever he pulled off his shelf. It was actually kind of boring even, but Yuuri seemed to take solace in the spoken words as he slowly lied back down. Wolfram kept reading as his eyes started to slowly blink.

"I can bring you a different book if you'd like. Just tell me what you'd want, and I'll find something," Wolfram watched as Yuuri started to return to his disconnected emotional state. His eyes were blankly looking up, not seeing what was there. There was no smile on his face, in fact, there was no expression at all. He didn't look upset, or happy, or angry. He just...was existing.

How long would it take for him to return to himself again? How long until he would return to the man he fell in love with again? How long? Wolfram wanted to hug him. He wanted to share their bed. He wanted to comfort him like that filthy half human does. What does his brother have that he doesn't? Wolfram could learn baseball. He could help Yuuri with his morning workouts. He could be compassionate. So why? Why was Yuuri so infatuated with Conrad instead of him? Especially after he couldn't even prevent this from happening?

"No," Yuuri barely whispered the words as he closed his eyes. "Whatever you enjoy." Wolfram frowned as Yuuri silently fell into another restless slumber. He sat for well over an hour watching the young king tossing and turning, scrunching his face, mumbling odd consonants that he couldn't quite put together to make sense, and contemplating. He quietly stood as to not disturb Yuuri, and slipped out the bedroom chamber. He smiled to himself as he retreated to his own room, searching for a small, leathered book. Yuuri would enjoy this one, and it even has simple words, so Wolfram could help him read a little too. Maybe, if he spends more time with him like that, Yuuri wouldn't freak out at his touch anymore. He'd reach out to cling to his arm rather than Conrad's. He'd seek out his comfort rather than Conrad's. He'd be himself again.

Wolfram smiled as he headed back to Yuuri's chambers carrying a little book of fairytales.