Title: The Forgotten: Memories and Love

Chapter 15: Intention

Written by: Lisse08

A/N sorry for the grammar mistakes and thanks for the readers for pointing them out.

Xx Yuuri xX

Yuuri's POV

Taking the present in my hand, I was walking towards Wolfram's room. There it was I saw the room. This would be the third time I was here in the past four days. I was a bit glad when I thought that I would be able to see him soon. Joy was all over me while I continued to approach my destination, but I was rooted to my spot when I heard a voice coming from inside.

"Get off me, Tesca." Time stopped. I recognized this voice. I strained my ears trying to listen more, eavesdropped wasn't such a good thing to do, but I was too curious. Nothing was heard. I craned my head over the small gap in between the doors. Did he leave the door open for purpose? If only I knew what I would see, I would never have bothered to look. After all, curiosity really did kill the cat, in this case, me.

I gasped silently. I was petrified at the scene in front of me. The sudden chillness that had nothing to do with the weather engulfed me as I felt goose bumps all over my body. My mind ceased all their thinking. My heart's arches increased hundred and millionth folds at the sight. My prince's first kiss was about to be stolen, and I was not the thief.

'THUD!' I was awoken from the momentary stun. I blinked and discovered that my grip onto the present had released. Before my mind could respond, my emotion had taken over; I had no wish to be discovered here by both of them. I felt my legs carried me as I turned and ran off from the scene. I swept one last glance into the room and to my horror, I was sure that Wolfram had seen me. I rounded around a corner and supported myself on the wall, panting hard, trying to catch my breath.

When I could finally calm down, I felt miserable. All around me, I heard my whole world collapsing.

Normal POV

"Here's a drink." Yuuri offered the drink which he had taken a sip to the girl.

"Thanks." Hand outstretched, she was ready to take it when another hand snatched it away.

"Wolfram."

"Even if it is an indirect kiss, I…" Wolfram said as he held the cup in his hand.

The scene broken into pieces in his mind, he knew all too well what was happening as he felt another mixed chillness, he knew, another memory had vanished. Yet, he could guess, being Wolfram, he must have said something like 'I won't allow it.' Yuuri did not care much about the memories now, he figured, no matter how much memory he could remember, as long as Wolfram was not besides him, there would be no point. Tears of desperation were burning in his eyes. He tried to hold all of them back. Taking a deep breath, he failed himself.

Xxxx Wolf xxxX

Wolfram bent down and swoop up the gift into his hands. He closed the door behind him. He had a feeling that what he saw was not a mistake. Setting down the gift aside on the nearest table, his heart continued to pound when he looked up into Tesca's eyes.

"Why are you so worried?"

"I wasn't." Wolfram glanced sideway, he was afraid that his eyes would give away everything.

"Why didn't you lock the door?" Tesca only looked at him, his smile widened as seconds passed by. It suddenly hit him. "Are you doing it on purpose?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." Wolfram clenched his fist, anger exploding.

"You…? Why did you do that?" The blond shouted.

"Because I was testing you." Wolfram gaped at him.

"What's your meaning?" Tesca's smile softened.

"Your heart wasn't on me, Wolfram. You love Yuuri Shibuya, don't you?"

It was as if something had hit on his head, hard. Wolfram found himself loss of speech.

"Who would want a lover whose heart was on other man?" Tesca sighed heavily and dropped onto the bed. Silence settled over the scene while the other continued to have his eyes locked on the floor.

"I wasn't…"

"You need not to lie to me." Tesca's face hardened, it made Wolfram recoiled inwardly. He bit down his lower lips and looked away again.

"If you love him, you should have told him."

"I don't love him!"

"You don't need to push yourself into this marriage!"

"I did not!" Wolfram's voice rose. His shoulders were now trembling under frustration.

"Stop lying to yourself. You're not over with him yet. I can choose to take you and who knows, I might throw you aside one day when I got bored with you. I'm giving you the chance to go back to your love."

"Then I won't mind. Anywhere is better than going back to Yuuri's."

"If you really don't love him, you won't feel so confused and sad now." Tesca lowered his voice.

"Stop it!"

"Wolfram!"

"Tesca, I said stop it!! No matter how many chances you're going to give me, I will never ever, in my rightful mind, go back to him!!" Hot tears were burning his eyes.

Tesca dropped his head down onto the ground, as if deep in his thoughts. Wolfram took the chance and dried the tears quickly from his face. Wolfram stared blurrily through the unceasing tears at his fiancé who pulled out from the bed and walked towards him. The blond took a step back, and felt his back hit the cold solid wall.

"What are you doing?" Wolfram hiccupped.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Tesca smirked at him and leaned closer to Wolfram's face.

"You're…"

"I'm going to continue what we are doing just now, of course. Since you said that you don't want to go back to him…" Wolfram stiffened when Tesca's fingers drew in. Watching intently at his fiancé's eyes, Wolfram was frozen again at the contact that came onto his cheek.

"Then, I have your full permission to take you, don't I?" Tesca smiled as he gently wiped off the unshed tears on his face.

Wolfram recoiled, backing into the wall. His fiancé leaned in unhurriedly. His heart was pumping when Tesca picked up the acts where they failed just few minutes ago. His whole nerves were telling him to reject, reject and reject! But his brain was telling him the other. He knew what Tesca was playing at. He was challenging him. If he pushes his fiancé away at this moment, right after that talk, it will be equal to push away the engagement and to admit that he still love Yuuri.

Seeing his fiancé trembling lips, Tesca smiled. He gently touched the smooth golden's strands of hair that curled around his cheek, his finger slowly extending up to his temple. He switched target, his head reached up his fiancé's ear gently and whispered softly into it.

"Wolfram von Bielefeld, do you want to remember about the past?"

Wolfram's heart was frozen. He looked at Tesca, alarmed. He didn't have time to think, as he suddenly saw the brown eyes of his met him straight in his eyes. A pain shot through his head from where the fingers of Tesca's were touching, the pain was familiar. Where had he experienced this before? He didn't need to figure them out. Various disconnected pictures floated in his head. They were unknown to him. But as more and more came, a wave of nausea swept over him. 'These are…'

Wolfram pushed him away roughly.

"What had you done…?" He blacked out.

Tesca grabbed onto the prince as he fell lightly into his arm. He danced his fingers along the curves of the pale skin, enjoying how smooth they were under his touch. Ruffling through the gold hair, he edged forward and kissed the blonde lightly on his forehead. For a moment, he watched the blank look without doing anything. He shook his head and smiled plaintively, the smirking was long gone.

"Had it not been King Yuuri's request... I would never have handed you over to anyone…"

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

Patches of bright blue sky were beginning to appear over the castle turrets. Yuuri stared blankly upon the sky.

"What were you thinking about?" Yuuri jumped a little when he heard the voice, he did not expect anyone to be around here at that time. He turned and saw Conrad striding across the garden.

"Just thinking about how beautiful sunset is…" Conrad smiled at his answer.

"Sunset is indeed the most beautiful moment of the day, aside from dawn." Conrad took out the baseball and the glove. "Baseball?"

"Sure." Yuuri answered. Conrad threw the glove over to Yuuri, who caught it in his hands.

"But those are the one that doesn't last long. They are only there for about few minutes… Short yet beautiful."

His godfather did not answer him. Instead, he threw the ball to Yuuri. From a distance of about fifty meters from Yuuri's outstretched hand, the ball travelled in an arc towards him.

"Aren't memories the same…? Short yet beautiful. The moments when we can share our laugh and cries, those are the moments that passed the fastest. They finished before you knew it. They were gone before you appreciated them." He caught the ball.

"Heika, is something wrong?" Yuuri, who was aiming the ball lowered down his position. Conrad stood still, waiting for his answer.

"It's Yuuri," Yuuri sighed.

"Yes, Yuuri." In order to keep himself occupy, Yuuri blindly threw back the ball and asked his question.

"Conrad, what do you think about Tesca?"

The ball fell gracefully into Conrad's hand.

"He's a great man. He can be a good husband for Wolfram." Yuuri visibly cringed at the praises.

"Oh…" Yuuri failed to hide his disappointment. Conrad sensed it.

"Yuuri, you don't seem really happy about this."

"Well, if Wolfram like him, I shouldn't have any complains. I mean, it's his marriage… Not mine."

"But still, you have problem about it."

"I…"

"Yuuri," It was not until now did Yuuri noticed Conrad had stopped throwing the ball. "Do you not want Wolfram to marry Tesca?" Yuuri turned away, unable to face his question. Yes. He did not want it. But how could he express this to anyone?

"Are you… possibly in love with Wolfram?"

Stupefied, Yuuri turned his black eyes upon him.

"Are you… regretting about what you had done?"

Yuuri blinked again.

"Conrad?"

"Yuuri, I was close to you and I know your every move. Your behavior had changed quite drastically these few days. If my assumption is not wrong, then I think it should be fine to tell you this…" Yuuri took in a sharp intake of breathe as he waited for Conrad to continue. "Yuuri, I knew, about the engagement that should have happened years ago -- the one between you and Wolfram." Conrad smiled, leaving Yuuri hanging his mouth opened in disbelief.

"You knew? You knew about the engagement between Wolfram and I? But then how's that possible? I mean, since when? No… I… HOW??"

Conrad laughed at his bewilderment, a gentle laugh that relinquished all Yuuri's restlessness.

"Wolfram told me about it. I did not know about how it happened. Few months ago, when we came for your return from Earth, I found Wolfram unconscious. He woke up few minutes later, and was in emotional breakdown. He later told me about his story. Just that day when Tesca arrived, he seemed to completely lose every single memories of the past. And as for you, it was also the same day when you started acting out of yourself. Wolfram had mentioned that he was waiting for another 'Yuuri'. So, I think he might be referring to 'you'. Yuuri, trust me, when I saw him those days, he was always in pain. Though he doesn't show it, I don't think that Wolfram would have given you up yet."

The crushing weight had left his chest; his mind had cleared a little. Was it a relief because Conrad knew about it as well? Or was it a relief to hear from Conrad that he still had hope? He wasn't sure.

"He hadn't?"

"I don't believe that he will." Conrad said. He was aware that he had broken the promise that he made with his little brother. 'It doesn't count since Yuuri knew about this too. Besides, this Yuuri is different from the Yuuri that we're talking about back then.' If this would help his brother get back his true love before he regret, breaking this promise won't hurt… or so he hoped.

"But, what can I do? For crying out loud, he's engaged!" Yuuri nearly shouted. Conrad snapped out from his thoughts. Alarmed, he saw Yuuri's eyes turning blank again.

"Kora!! No beautiful girl or good-looking man,"

"I'm just asking for information." Yuuri ran over to another man, ignoring the blonde.

"Yuuri, Wa.."

….

"I'll wash your back."

"I don't need it."

"No. I…"

Yuuri froze. The familiar pang of numbness hit him more heavily than it used to. He clutched his head in agony and reeled backwards. Conrad had supported him from behind. He smiled weakly at him, clinging onto his consciousness and determined not to pass out.

"These were the same signs as I had seen in Wolfram's. You're forgetting the memories too, heika?" Yuuri nodded at his question. Conrad tightened his grips onto the king's arm and supported him up to the ground. Yuuri found his footing, trying desperately not to think about those memories that he had lost. 'Three… three were lost in just one day.' Yuuri stiffened at the thought.

"I know I'm the one who inflicted this pain upon myself. But, why didn't you alter my memories as well so that I couldn't remember anything too?"

He indeed said something like this when he arrived here, didn't he? So, the memories weren't erased instantly but by days? Then, at this rate, does that mean, they would all be gone in just few months or even weeks?

He shook his head hard, until he felt like his head were spinning. Tears sprang to life.

I'll forget about the engagement with Wolfram as well…

If that happened, I'm going to totally lose him.

…What can I do?

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

A/N

Chapter 16… The Taste of Jealousy

An elaboration and more detailed picturing about what Conrad had said in this chapter.