Title: The Forgotten – Memories and Love

Chapter 11: Memories

Disclaimer: I do not own kkm

Warning: Spoilers from episode 6, 8

Written by: Lisse08

Xx Yuuri xX

Tentatively, he raised his hand and knocked it against the wooden door. Wolfram smiled back warmly at his new fiancé, who would only grimace around beside him. The permission was granted when he heard his king's voice from inside. Pushing opened the chamber's door, he was greeted with the gloomy mood lingering in the room. Trying his best to ignore it, he bowed to give his greeting to the double black, who was sitting on his chair, his eyes gazing blankly out the window.

"Heika, Prince Tesca will be staying here for a few weeks, will that be okay for you?"

"Fine,"

Beside him, Conrad had frowned. It was rare for Yuuri to behave with such impudent with guest.

"Thank you, heika." Wolfram gave his bow once again, continuing to disregard the rudeness that was directed towards him. Tesca had bowed as well. He decided that it was enough since there was no reason to stay in the room any further.

"Let's go. I need to show you your room, Tesca," Wolfram said as he started to move towards the door. Tesca stole a look at the king, who was still not acknowledging their presence. He smirked and followed Wolfram out.

The smirk, however, was not caught unnoticed by Conrad, for he looked worriedly at his king. After a split second, he crossed the chamber and approached Yuuri.

"Heika, is something wrong?" Conrad questioned, but neither answer nor response was received. He bent down lower. To his mild surprise, he saw Yuuri's eyes were emotionless.

"Tomorrow I'll go there with you. You're a wimp, after all."

"Don't call me a wimp!" he retorted instinctively but smiled.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's been awhile since you called me wimp." He plunged himself down onto the bed again.

"That's because you left the country. You leave the control of the country and the nation to other people. As a king, you're not being responsible. What's wrong with me calling you a wimp?" Wolfram said, looking at him.

"You're right. How can a newbie Maou like me do things perfectly from the beginning?" Yuuri sighed as Wolfram turned to continue his reading.



"Wolfram"

"What?"

"Thanks for coming."

"What's with that weak remark? Besides, have you ever thought about why I came on this terrible journey? Because you proposed to me, I have to keep my eyes open to make sure that nothing happens to you during your travels. And well, during…" Wolfram's mouth was moving animatedly.

"During…?" Yuuri mumbled, more to himself. He did not aware of the presence of a brunette who was shaking him slightly at his shoulder. Wolfram's words were slowly disappearing.

"That's strange… Why can't I remember it? What were you trying to tell me?"

The scenes shattered as a chilling coldness penetrated his heart, freezing him completely.

'What's wrong with me…?' He said after a long pause.

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

"Heika, are you okay? Heika. Yuuri!" Conrad was getting worried as Yuuri was not responding at all to his questions. He shook Yuuri's shoulder, hoping to gain his attention but in vain. A second look at Yuuri's eyes had his heart pumping even faster. Yuuri's usual black pupils were dilating and his eyes showed emptiness. Words could no longer reach him as Yuuri slowly collapsed into Conrad's arms.

"If there's one thing that I regret, it would be the slap!"

"If that's what you wish for, just cancel off the engagement."

"Wolfram… I'm sorry. If this is really the past, I will not slap you again."

"Sayonara, Wolfram…"

"I think I will accept him."

"What previous memories? I don't get you. Now, OUT!!"

"What happened to you arm?"

"OUT!!"

'I must be dreaming. All these things are just a dream, right? Yes, if I open my eyes, everything will be back to normal.' He felt the visions slowly recovered and found himself staring up the white tile of the ceiling. Blinking for a while, he heard a sigh. He turned and saw the healer, Gisela. She smiled warmly at him. Conrad however, seemed quite worried. He turned again, searching at every possible corner in the room for the brat, but there was no fourth person in the room. His heart felt as if it was disconnected from its given location, it dropped all the way down to his guts. Usually, Wolfram would be the most worried and nearest to him at this kind of situation, but now… Yuuri sat up and slowly remembered the reason he fainted.



"I…" Yuuri could not find anything to say; he was pushed down back into the bed again by Gisela. 'I see… things are just the same…'

"Heika, you need to rest."

"Thanks, Gisela." Yuuri mumbled. Nodded, Gisela got up to her feet and turned to Conrad.

"Please leave the rest to me." Conrad said. Gisela smiled and walked out the room. Yuuri shut his eyes tight again. He was in no mood to neither meet nor talk to anyone.

"Heika…"

"Please leave me alone, Conrad. I need my space."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, sorry to worry you, but I'm okay." Yuuri turned and grinned reassuringly at his name-giving godfather. He did not want to worry him. Hesitated a little at first, Conrad decided that it was best to follow his king advices, and left the room as well. Yuuri lay awake for a long time, trying to think what was happening and it all led him to words Wolfram had written in his diary. He was starting to experience the same thing. Memories that did not belong to here are slowing fading and disappearing for good. He blinked again.

"But, which memory was gone just now?"

He slammed his fist into the blanket. It doesn't hurt, physically, of course. Apparently, he even forgot what had he forgotten. His heart was hurting and his head was swaying. The longer he tried to think, the harder he tried to regain the recollections, the more it was hurting him. The pain seemed to splinter his skull. He snapped open his eyes and found himself sweating profusely. With a firm grab, he sent the pillow right across the ground. 'This is impossible!'

Furious,

Rage,

Anger,

They intensified and when regret mixed with them, another idea seemed to strike him. His eyes widened even more and his hair erected.

"So, it's true. That's how Wolfram doesn't remember them…"

Xxxx Wolf xxxX

"You're certainly beautiful, my prince." Wolfram turned at the voice. The door to his chamber was already opened, his fiancé strode in. Wolfram smiled.

"Same to you," Wolfram said as he examined himself again in the mirror, wanting himself to look the best. He tugged at the tie, adjusted his suit, and brushed a few strands of his blonde hair aside from his face. He watched at the reflection of Tesca as he approached him. His brows narrowed at the smirk formed on his fiancé's face. He stopped his movements, watching intently at Tesca who was now standing right behind him.

"You know, you seemed pretty piss off by something."

He had truly wished this to come to an end, and now, Tesca was bringing it up again. Wolfram closed his eyes and turned away.

"Yes, I was mad." He felt himself being twirled around. Losing his balance a little, Wolfram looked up and stared straight into the brown orbs. For a second, he felt like looking at his little big brother.

"What is it? Mind sharing it with your fiancé?"

Wolfram ceased for a split second before giving his answer.

"No. It's my problem."

"Look at this…" Tesca said as he trailed his fingers over the blonde's face who had frowned again at this. "Wrinkles are going to appear if you continue." He smirked as Wolfram forcefully yanked his hands away.

"Don't bother me."

Tesca laughed and turned his back towards Wolfram. He threw his head back over his shoulder. With a jolt, Wolfram noticed that his mischievous smile was gone.

"Wolfram, I'll always be ready to hear you out if you need someone to talk to."

He gave him a wink before lumbering out from the room, leaving the blonde rooted to the ground.

A warmth feeling surged through his body.

It was comforting.

May be, marrying Tesca doesn't prove to be too bad.

His moods lightened. He turned back into the mirror and took one last look at himself. Looking up at his features, he saw that his lips had subconsciously twisted up. He let out a soft sigh and smiled. Hurriedly, he sprinted off after his new fiancé.

He might have chosen a correct pathway.

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

The dining room was decorated with candles that make the plates below glitter and glow. There were more candles ignited on the table itself, making the room more romantic than ever. Everyone was dressed in their formal clothes, and Yuuri was no exception. Next to him was Greta who was dressed in a pretty princess dress handpicked by Cheri.

Across Greta sat Cheri whose curly blonde hair was tied up into a neat ponytail. Her dress only made her more charming than usual. Greta was now chatting busily with Cheri. Gunter, Gwendal and Conrad were in their usual seat, waiting patiently for the main characters of the night to make their appearances.

Yuuri stared into the plates in front of him, studying the distorted image of himself. He wondered how he was supposed to behave later. Just then, the door of the room was pushed opened. All noises ceased as they turned towards the door. Yuuri looked up, rather reluctantly at the same time to hear Cheri and Greta let out an inaudible gasps while Gunter gaped at the scene in front of him. All their eyes were rather on Wolfram.

He had seen Wolfram wearing dresses and his formal clothes for numerous time. He had admitted that he is always gorgeous, always the pretty boy and even more outstanding than he himself is. But, he had never realized that Wolfram was this charming until now. Standing beside his new fiancé, Yuuri knew, no one could claim the title bishonen away from him. The crown definitely belonged to him.

Cheri had gotten up from her seat and gave Wolfram a bear hug. Wolfram, abashed, returned the hug and smiled at Tesca.

"Mother…"

"Wolfie, I'm so happy for you." Cheri exclaimed with tears.

"Mother, it's embarrassing." Wolfram whispered and continued to blush. Tesca chuckled, which made Wolfram blush even more.

"It's ok. How many times can I hug my dear son like this after he is married? Aw… I'm going to miss you."

"Mother, it's not like we're going to part after the marriage," said Wolfram. Cheri laughed and let go of her son.

"Congratulations!" Greta shouted across from her seat. The happiness shared amongst others were shown clearly on their faces.

All of them took their own seats. Chattering spread from the table. Faintly, Yuuri could hear Cheri and Gunter discussing about the wedding. Greta was nibbling happily at her salad. Conrad and Gwendal were eating too; in between they would immerse themselves in the discussions when Cheri asked around for their opinions. As for the other two…

Yuuri tried not to look at Wolfram and Tesca but failed. Tesca was making jokes with Wolfram, he knew, from the occasional outburst of laugh from Wolfram. He sensed the faint love between them in the air. Even if it was just a little, it was enough to twitch his heart. Every move they made broke his heart into pieces. Wolfram and Tesca had only spent a few hours together, but they seemed to get along pretty well despite that. What's more? They seemed like a perfect couple.

This fact killed him.

Yuuri stared on his pasta before slowly twisting it onto his forks. His insides followed the motion, twisting together. He wouldn't look but the laughter still rippled through the air. All around him, his daughter, his subjects and Cheri were toasting and cheering for Wolfram. They were glad for Wolfram.

He was the only one who couldn't bring himself to congratulate Wolfram. Now that he thought of it… he hadn't personally congratulated him at all.

Yuuri's heart ached more and more as minutes pass by. In his heart, he would really wish to stand up and leave the hall. He would really give anything NOT to be here. He would really… really…

The twisting stop in his forks as another tears seemed eager to make its appearance at the corner of his eyes.

He… really… wished that he was the one sitting besides Wolfram now.

He closed his eyes, hoping that the miracle of his wish being granted would happen again. When he opened his eyes, the glistering of the candles, delicious food that invaded his view made him aware that he was still here, where the laughter has yet to cease. He turned from his plate and looked up. Watching the lips drawing up into a curl, Yuuri's own lips started to quiver. Wolfram was happy. He was happier without Yuuri.

If Wolfram really did forgotten about everything, this would be the best, right? At least now, he won't feel heartbroken. It was he himself who pushed Wolfram away in the first place, what right has he got now to ask for him to return? It was his own fault, he has only he himself to blame with.

'It was my own fault…'

Greta nudged his hands, which made him remember that he was supposed to give the official congratulations from everyone to the couple. Nodding stiffly at his daughter, he put down the heavy fork and stood up. The spoon itself wasn't heavy… It was his feelings that made it overload with emotions.

"As you all know, Wolfram von Bielefeld was officially engaged to Prince Tesca this morning. Let us congratulates them." Yuuri started his speech.

'Am I really ready to give you up, Wolf?' They all applauded while Greta cheered. Yuuri sat down as Tesca rose.

"Thank you, Yuuri heika. It was a great honor to be able to wed a Bielefeld. I had heard rumors, Wolfram von Bielefeld is known for his… manner." Wolfram shot him a look. He laughed and continued. "I wasn't at all sure that he will accept my proposal. More than half of my part was dreadful that he will reject me. So, I was quite surprised too when he said 'yes'. I will definitely cherish him, Mother." He threw his smile towards Cheri, who seemed to melt. "Let us cheer." He raised his glass of wine and smiled. After finishing the drink, he took his seat. Wolfram remained in his when everyone looked at him, expecting his speech. He coughed before saying.

"I have nothing much to say. If there's, it will …"

Yuuri could no longer concentrate, Wolfram's words had echoed through his ears as it triggered another memory. He suddenly saw another scene playing in front of him.

"I worked hard today." Yawning, Yuuri walked towards his bed. He stopped dead when he saw that his blanket is rising up and down. Something, or rather, someone had occupied his bed. Only one person came across his mind. Cautiously and quite furiously, Yuuri yanked the blanket open to see his so-called fiancé was sleeping on his bed, wearing that same pink frilly nightgown.

"Wolfram!"

"You're late, Yuuri. I'm sleepy, Hurry up and get in." Wolfram said in a toneless voice.

"Why are you in my bed again? Wolfram!!" Yuuri clenched his fists, shouting.

"I had your interests at heart, since you're a "scaredy cat"." Wolfram sat up.

"NO! I can sleep alone!"

"Don't worry about it. We're engaged." Wolfram grinned innocently which frustrated Yuuri more.

"That doesn't mean you had to act like we're already married!"

"The whole country knows that you're my fiancé."

"What?" Yuuri had tumbled onto the ground hopelessly. "What's going on? We're both boys…"

"You're a wimp, but I'm by…"

Wolfram's face slowly blurred before Yuuri's eyes, together with the conversation he had had with him. 'Not again… Not again! NOT THIS AGAIN!!' Yuuri felt his hand trembled uncontrollably as he felt his heart paralyzed. Second memory was gone.

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

A/N

Thank you, MikariStar. The virus was successfully cleared. Thanks god! XD Um... review?

Chapter 12… Unexplainable feelings

Let's go to the Wolfram's story two years back then.