Title: The Forgotten – Memories and Love

Chapter 22: Last song: The forgotten love

Disclaimer: I don't own kkm

Written by: Lisse08

Our songs,

Composed from our

Pain, anger, happiness and sadness,

We started this song together,

But when the song end…

Will we still be able to sing it together?

Until then,

Do we still hold the same love for each other?

…

Xxxx Wolf xxxX

"Yuuri!" Wolfram's body took over before he knew it, just like how he rushed here without thinking when he was informed Yuuri fell off the balcony. He trotted over to Yuuri and caught him before his king's head hit the solid ground.

Why are you so worry?

He is my king!

No, silly, you're worrying about him. Admit it, you still love him.

He is my king!!

Wolfram struggled as he tried to keep Yuuri's steady in his lap. Those voices were failing to convince him.

"Yuuri, what happened to you?" He hushed, shaking Yuuri's shoulder as gently as he could. When he did so, a rustling through the air alerted him. He turned and saw something flashed. It slipped past the king's fingers. Squirming under the dim light, he caught it and seized it up.

'What is he doing with this?' Wolfram wondered and slowly, subconsciously turned the paper to the back where scribbles were visible.

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

Wolfram von Bielefeld… He was my fiancé, can you believe it, Yuuri, myself? It was an accidental slap, a proposal you made to Wolfram the first time when you saw him. A punch was what I intended to give. Not wanting to mar his pretty face, I slapped his cheek instead of punched when he insulted my Mother.

"Did you know that the memory that you clung to the most, the memory that you valued the most, will take the longest time to vanish?"

'He had been really confident enough that he would not forget how Yuuri proposed to him, which is the reason why he never bothered to jot down this detailed proposal in his diary.'

'I was wrong…

The wimp...'

Being a selfish loafer, he was quite an annoying fiancé for me, always trailing behind me and controlling me from talking with other girls. Everyone has a limit of their tolerance to others. When I reached my limit, I did a mistake by hurting him, deep and irreversible.

"I believed that Yuuri had his feelings all sorted out now. If you could give him a chance, he…"

"The result is just the same." Tesca watched as Wolfram's knuckles turned white at this point, but did nothing to anger him more. "Furthermore, I had given up my hope on him."

He is your fiancé, a fiancé who you had fallen in love with, but failed to grape him back in the end.

"That's not just it. I'm clear what I want now. I want you, Wolfram. I can't live without you with me. I don't wish you to marry Tesca… Please return to my side. I… I lo--…"

Wimp will never change… I'll always be the wimp who was too late to realize his love.

"WIMP! YOU JUST CAN'T LOVE ME, CAN YOU?"

"Don't call me a wimp!"

I have a vague feeling, even if I'm given third chance, fourth chance,

"What did you wish for?"

"Wish? I just wished that I had never insulted your mum."

I might still need to hurt him badly before

"Get out. Leave me alone…"

"Wolfram…"

"Get out of this room now. Get out or I'll kill you!"

If I didn't stress so much on this…

I realized that I truly loved him.

"You didn't do anything behind my back, right?"

"As if I have time to do that…"

I might still be the wimp. I know that I might still be slow.

"Wimp, why aren't you riding with me?"

If you woke up and no longer remember anything. At the very least, I want to let you know that…

"Just once… Just this one night, let me be your fiancé again."

At this very moment,

"I'm bringing you to see Gwendal."

"Brother? What for?!"

"You're not a burden. I'm confident enough to say that you're strong. I want you to go with me, and I'm sure he won't complain about His Majesty's request."

"Yuuri…"

"Yes, that's my name." Yuuri smiled.

I, Yuuri Shibuya, was just glad that I had given him a slap instead of a punch

"Wolfram, come and have fun." Yuuri pleaded. 'Darn those puppy eyes, I can never resist him.' Wolfram thought.

I was even happier that it was him who I slapped

"Why did you bring me here?" Wolfram asked, pulling his hand away from Yuuri.

"To have some words with you," Yuuri said.

"And it would be?" Wolfram frowned.

Because

"And where do you think you're going to sleep?"

"In your bed?" Yuuri asked with a suggesting tone.

I want my fiancé to be no one but Wolfram

The past memories came back to him, one followed by another. A thick lump sticking in his throat, his eyes that were already lodged full with tears was unable to hold them, they rolled down one by one.

I was too absorbed in my own sorrow that I had forgotten about those beautiful moments, the love that I had for him back then.

Even if it's true that he did hurt me, at least he had given me memories that I could have treasure above everything.

But I never give them any attention. A totally opposite of Yuuri's, I tried to chase them off my mind.

That's why they were gone before I could value them. In the end, all I clung onto was how much I hate him.

XxxxX Yuuram XxxxX

"Now, forgive me. I have to leave. My prince needs me." Tesca excused himself and left Murata, who was too stunned to move a muscle.

'Time reversing… I knew such thing existed… but to think that it was actually done by Shibuya himself…' Murata thought.

Looking up at the back of the other prince, Murata softened his gaze. Prince Tesca's last look remained in his mind. He had seen it too often on Yuuri's nowadays that he recognized it straight away the moment he saw it. It was a look of loss.

"Wolfram meant the same to you too, isn't it?"

Xxxx Wolfram xxxX

He crumpled the paper into a ball, tears were falling thick and fast onto the ground.

"Regretting?" His tears stopped halfway as he heard the deep voice followed by footsteps. He turned to see the intruder. It was none other than Tesca. Glimpsing a look at the king who was lying unconscious, his gaze returned back on Wolfram.

"You still did love him, Wolf. You can't deny that."

"That wasn't the case… I was…" Wolfram whispered. "The last shard… did I come to hate him more than love him over those years? Why would I stick onto that stupid memory… instead of others sweet moments that we had…? What he had done was irreversible, correct, and I can't do anything to change it. Even if I tried to force him to be together with me, we both wouldn't be happy. So, why did I stress so much on the hatred? Compared with Yuuri who did his best not to forget, I felt shame for myself."

The words on the paper seemed to enlarge themselves in his inner eyes, he broke down into silent sobs.

How many times does he have to cry for this wimp? Tesca swooped down beside him and patted him on his back. Wiping the tears, he cleared his throat and spoke again in a hoarse voice.

"Tesca, could you do me a favor?"

"Certainly."

"It isn't fair for just me to remember them." Touching the double black's smooth hair, he smiled. "Restore Yuuri's memories for him."

"That's an easy job." He watched in silence as Tesca moved his fingertips across the black hair and stopped at his temple. Inadvertently, Wolfram looked down at the paper on his hand. His mind wandered off.

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

"Wolfram…"

Wolfram stood in front of him, but his back was facing Yuuri. He reached out his hand, and started to run after the blonde.

"Wait, Wolfram. Listen to me."

Yuuri was screaming for him to turn back but Wolfram did not hear him. If Yuuri was indeed running, then he reckoned that he must be was running backwards, for the distance between them seemed to stretch further.

"WOLFRAM! DON'T LEAVE ME!"

"My heart for you had died. Don't ever hope that I will be your fiancé again…"

"Don't do this to me, NO!"

Yuuri flung open his eyelids in shock. Sweat was all over his forehead as he gasped for air. 'That was a horrible… it's not nightmare. It's real!' He blinked as the words rang in his ear again. It was real. Wolfram did say those words. He fainted because he… huh?? Yuuri sat bold upright.

'I still have accounts of them. They didn't vanish. Why?'

"Finally awake, huh?" Yuuri heart stopped at the voice. 'No way…' He turned so abruptly that his head might have snapped in half. He refused to believe the one who was standing beside the window, dressed in blue smart uniform, wearing an expression that he had missed so much was true.

"Wolfram?"

"Who do I look like to you? Conrad? Gwendal?" Wolfram snapped. His heart was suspended in the middle of the air. Wolfram… the Wolf he missed so much… the stubborn Wolfram, the possessive Wolfram… For a moment, he thought that he was back, as if these whole ridiculous things never happened before. 'We were still…'

"You fainted, for three days." 'We were still…' Yuuri turned to see the one who had answered him. His heart was thrown back down into the dark pit. Tesca was standing across the chamber, a smile clearly visible on his face. 'We were still… unengaged.' Sadness welled up in his insides. Tears had reached his eyes again but Yuuri bit his lips to hold them back. Something seemed to hit him on his head.

"Three days? The wedding?" Yuuri turned back to look at the blonde. At this point, Wolfram closed his eyes and looked away.

"It was postponed," Tesca's sound travelled into his ear. "We don't want a wedding without blessings from Maou Heika."

"Oh…" Silence fell in between them. Yuuri looked down at his blanket. Even though the fact that they were still not married seemed to lighten Yuuri's heart a bit, another fact that they were still engaged lingered in his thought, making his stomach twisted even more.

Xxxx Wolf xxxX

"Oh…" Silence fell in between them. Wolfram opened his eyes and found that he had coincidentally chosen to look towards Tesca's direction. Tesca gave him a knowingly smile and a gentle nod. Inwardly, Wolfram heaved out a deep sigh. He nodded back at him before the latter turned his back and bustled out the chamber.

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

He heard the footsteps wandered out the chamber followed by a faint click. He returned his gaze and surveyed the room, Tesca was gone. He couldn't figure out the reason why he walked out without a word. Half turning his head, he intended to ask the only living soul the room, the one he had loved. Knowing that Yuuri had lost him forever, his heart arched hundred folds as he returned the gaze towards him.

"Wolf, What…"

"Third chance," Wolfram closed his eyes again and interjected.

"Third…?" Yuuri said, bewildered.

I had a vague feeling,

"I'll give you a third chance."

"Give me…" the words seemed to swim hazily to the forefront of his mind, few seconds ticked by before Yuuri truly registered the words. "Third chance?" His voice raised in excitement. Wolfram held his breathe and waited for some responses, but there was none. He reluctantly let his eyelids opened and saw Yuuri looking stupidly back at him. His ear flushed red.

"If you don't want it, then fine!" Wolfram snapped.

"No, I mean yes! Third chance, you're giving me? Of course I want. I… Wolf…" Yuuri blasted off his words without knowing what he was saying. 'This is too good to be real.'

Even if I'm given third chance, fourth chance,

"For your knowledge, I have not forgiven you." Wolfram protested, his gaze still refusing even to see Yuuri.

"Then you're saying…?"

I might still need to hurt him badly before

"Third chance, Yuuri, there will not be fourth, if you messed it up again, I swear I will never return to your side. So, you'd better be glad ab—mmh?"

Wolfram did not finish his sentence. Of course, Yuuri was far from patience waiting for him. He longed for this moment, the moment of when he could kiss the prince again… not in his dream, but for real.

Wolfram eyes flickered open as suddenly as the lips crashed against his. All his words were caught in his throat, realizing that he was now staring, actually staring into the king's black eyes.

The second after Yuuri had kissed Wolfram; his hands had looped around the blonde's slim waist and pulled him closer to his side, making him tumbled into the comfy bed with Yuuri. He heard the blonde grunted as he harshly glued the lips again onto him. He was all too pleased when Wolfram reacted by kissing back. The kisses were gentle, both wanting to taste the long-gone feelings.

Wolfram started to press his body down against the king. Suddenly, tears started blinking back in his eyes. He was utterly glad that now, Wolfram was here in his arms. And Wolfram still belonged to him. Bearing this in his mind, his arms circled around Wolfram's waist tightly, afraid of letting go. The kisses were deepened, sucking away their breaths. Gasps heard echoed through the room with the kissing sounds. Yuuri twisted around, taking the blond with him. In a second, he rolled over, until Wolfram was now underneath him. He planted few more kisses on the blonde's lips. He stopped as he pulled apart from the kiss and looked back at the red-faced Wolfram.

I realized that I truly loved him.

"Is this a dream…?"

"Does this look like a dream to you?" Wolfram hissed and hit Yuuri's chest, hard. Yuuri winced and rubbed the place where Wolfram had punched. He smiled.

"No, it doesn't… Wolfram… I'm really sorry… about what I did for all these years."

"Humph. Who asked me to fall in love with a wimp," Wolfram's head tossed aside.

"I'm not a wimp." Yuuri retorted back in spite of himself. Wolfram frowned. Yuuri took the chance and caress the angelic cheek, which instantly caused the frown to disappear.

"I love you."

"You better mean that this time, wimp." Wolfram muttered.

I might still be the wimp.

Feeling that his grin wouldn't be any wider than this, Yuuri reached Wolfram's chin and tilted his head gently, forcing him to fall deep into the depths of his dark black eyes. Yuuri gave him a smile that melted his heart before proceeding to kiss him again. He sucked gently at Wolfram's lower lips. He shivered when Wolfram's hands slide under his clothes from behind. His hands were rubbing feverishly against his back. Yuuri was suddenly aware that he was kissing a boy. A BOY. But that thought didn't stop his own hands from unbuttoning the blue uniform at all. He loved the contact Wolfram was giving. His clothes were rolled halfway up, his bare muscles were revealed. Wolfram smirked. Furiously, Yuuri fumbled with the remaining buttons.

"You're going to torn my only uniform of the day!" Wolfram snapped.

"It won't come loose." He said, tugging at it again to prove his point.

Sighing, Wolfram's hands took over, finishing the job and helping Yuuri to discard it.

"Sorry…" Yuuri said apologetically. Blushing, Wolfram reached out the double black's chin and pulled him down again. They were kissing again before they knew it.

As if trying to make up for the previous mistakes, Yuuri had taken the initiative to unbutton the white fabric underneath. Wolfram did not seem to notice it, his hands still circling around Yuuri's neck, pulling him close. The first few buttons came off. His hand reached inside the clothes even before they are fully revealed. Wolfram gasped at the heat that did not belong to him spreading through his chest. He groaned, knowing that Yuuri had taken him again. Yuuri trailed down Wolfram's skin, slowly memorizing every part of his body and reached his nipples.

"Hii…" Wolfram gasped and jerked a little when Yuuri gave an experimental twist at his hardened nipples.

Yuuri bent down and replaced his touch with his kiss.

"Nnn…" Wolfram moan was heard as Yuuri started suckling at it. His stomach gave a pleasant jolt when his lover's erection brushed unconsciously against his hip. He reached out for the manhood that was still protected under the clothes.

"Haa… Ah…" Yuuri's fingers that were stroking him caused him to soon lose his mind. His breathe were rapid against the king's skin.

"Un…" His whole body twisted in the bed. He shut his eyes, drawing in breathes. Yuuri's hand had grabbed them in whole. Even if it was not totally exposed, he could feel it burning with a great amount of heat underneath the trousers.

"Yuu… Ah… Haa… Mmm…" Hands still touching, Yuuri moved back to claim the lips again so that Wolfram was now moaning into his kisses. Wolfram's hand trailed their way back on Yuuri and pulled him down close to his body. Yuuri removed his hands and pressed them on both side of the bedcover beside Wolfram's to support his weight. Despite the heavy weight that crushed onto his tiny torso, Wolfram felt even more secured. His allow his lips to open a little, as Yuuri's touch begin to cross into his zone, playing around with Wolfram's tongue. The king seized the moment, and moved in thunder-speed down to reach the belt and started to unfasten it. Unsatisfied to be the only one under the control, Wolfram had worked his hands at equal speed to unbutton the double's black's clothes. Their breathing increases rapidly, both lustfully stripping each other, their kissing deepened fiercely with it.

Chuckling into the kisses, Yuuri silently thought that he would still be the one who'll top until end. Smiling, Yuuri removed his kisses from the delicious mouth and started to plant butterfly kisses down the silky body where the skin had exposed.

"Hmmm…" Wolfram turned his head aside, enjoying the pleasant lips playing on his flesh, feeling the urge to touch the burning heat on his groin increasing and his movement to take off Yuuri's shirt slowing down. His body started to wriggle and twist underneath. His hips arched up a little, meeting with the king's, desperate for more. As if understanding the need, Yuuri's hand had slide into the trouser once he had unfastened the belt and this time, for real, he grabbed it in his palm.

"Un…" Wolfram gasped again at this point, his hands ceased their movements, as his nails dig into Yuuri's back suddenly. Yuuri chuckled again when he heard the prince came in deep breathes, soft moan when he started twisting the length in his hand.

"Y..Yuu… ri… Aahh… Haa…" Wolfram panted. His mind was going senseless at the pleasure his fiancé… He stopped and some senses seemed to come back to him. He was not Yuuri's fiancé.

He frowned again in the kisses when he heard rumble of sounds that he could not distinguished because of all the moans they made. It was nearing. The realization dawn him like a thundering force. With a jerk, he pushed Yuuri's hand off and broke free from the kiss. Yuuri seemed to have noticed too, for he made no complains about it. Instead, he turned too. They fumbled frantically, separating themselves from each other. But the door had opened before they could make the next move.

"Heika, are you feeling…?"

"Oh my…"

Startled, both of them jumped and the distance between them was even further in mere second. Wolfram didn't need to look up to see who they were. The breeze blew in onto his body and he realized that he was halfway naked, his blue uniform was laying on the ground, his white shirt was half opened and so were his trousers. Flushing deeply, his fingertips had managed to seize the edge of the blanket just as fast as the thunder, may be even faster than that. Before Yuuri could utter a word, he had flung it over his head to cover whole of him beneath.

Yuuri stared stupidly again at Wolfram as he hide under the blanket. His face turned a scarlet red as he was aware that he needed to face the intruders alone. He would have gladly given anything to hide under it together with Wolfram but then…

The intruders specifically… Gwendal wearing an enraged expression, Tesca with his famous smirk, horrified-looking Gunter, a serenely smiling Conrad, Murata, who had his mouth shaped into an 'O', looking bemused and an exciting Cheri were too much for him to explain.

"…alright?" Gunter finished his sentence.

"I did tell them not to bang in." Tesca sighed helplessly. Yuuri gaped at them as he looked around, his mind searching for the best explanation but nothing came to his mind. But he thought he should at least say something; he could feel his head burnt into a hole as the heat gathered up on his face. The crowd were still in a state of shock.

There was a sudden violent shift beside Yuuri as Yuuri tried to open his mouth. The blanket was tossed off and Yuuri blinked as his vision turned black.

"You jerk!" He heard Wolfram shouted. The blanket was filled with the sweet scene where it reminded him of the kisses he had just planted on the blonde's body. He wanted to stay in there forever…

"You did it on purpose, didn't you?" But then, he sighed inwardly, he can't let his lover dealt with this alone. He pulled the blanket from his head. He tried hard not to rub his eyes as he saw that the buttons on Wolfram's white uniform had mysteriously returned back to their normal position, though they were a crudely done, the second button was still flinging sideway from the clothes. He bit back the laugh at Wolfram who seemed to flush all the way to his ear.

"I can't stop all these people from coming in, it's one against six." Tesca protested. The blonde looked away immediately.

"What's the meaning of this? Wolfram, are you not aware that you're still engaged to Tesca?" Gwendal sternly asked. Yuuri and Wolfram gulped at the same time.

"I retracted the proposal." Tesca answered before them. Wolfram stared down at the floor as Yuuri looked back from Wolfram to Tesca. 'It was planned…'

"You retracted it?" Gwendal eyed him.

"Yes. Oh, it has nothing to do with the king. It's just us. We're not suit for each other. Don't worry. None of us is sad."

Murata flinched inwardly but said nothing about it. Gwendal looked back at Wolfram and the king who was smiling unsurely at him.

"What's the meaning of just now?" Gwendal continued.

"Wolfie, all the men were after you. It's no wonder that you're my son." Cheri exclaimed while he heard Murata gave out a soft laugh behind her.

"Lucky that Greta wasn't here." Murata added in between his laughs.

Yuuri was only relieved that Conrad did nothing to make the situations any worsen. He glimpsed sideway at Wolfram, where he could see the redness behind his neck. He had to try really hard to resist the urge to bite them and tore his gaze away.

I know that I might still be slow.

"I'll explain it…" Yuuri said. Slowly, his hands reached over Wolfram's shoulder and turned him to face the bewildered crowd.

'Well, they will be even more stunned for this.' Yuuri smirked.

'What?' Wolfram automatically turned towards Yuuri as he had instructed by the king's hands. He stared back into the eyes, feeling himself being pulled into the black hole of the two deep onxy again, he saw his own shocked expressions in them as it happened.

Yuuri raised his palm high up beside him, and swung it across the air towards his target.

It was loud and clear.

The slap across Wolfram's cheek sent alarming messages to all the brains inside the room.

The meaning behind the slap…

Wolfram's eyes had widened in shock and disbelief. His face was burning, not knowing whether if it was burning because of the embarrassment in the situation they had just been caught in or because of the slap he had just received on his left cheek.

There was a strained silence in the chamber as Yuuri lowered his palm. It was long before someone broken it.

"Heika… did you know what you had just done?" Gunter whispered in his unusually high pitched voice.

"I know, I had just proposed to Wolfram von Bielefeld."

But I know…

Wolfram gaped in astonishment at Yuuri. Tears were streaming down his cheek again before he could control them, yet this time, there were tears of joy. For the first time after eight years, he was crying for the first time, out of joy.

"Yuuri…" He whispered.

"Let's get out of here." Tesca said as he shoved the crowd out the door, it was easier now, comparing to pushing the crowd who were anxious about heika's health and curious about all the noises coming from his chamber when he was supposed to be resting, compared to pushing the crowd who were dumbstruck by the scene. Yuuri did not miss the wink from him before he closed the door behind.

"He's not a bad guy…" Yuuri commented vaguely. He was unaware that the prince had taken his move. Wolfram threw his arms around the king's neck. Surprised a little a first at the sudden launch, Yuuri let out a soft chuckle as he pulled Wolfram into his chest. Wolfram leaned his head willingly onto it. Yuuri smiled and wiped off the tears on his smooth cheek.

"You're not happy?" Yuuri said.

"Do I not look happy?" Wolfram laughed between the tears, snuggling into the warmth. "I just can't believe this… Yuuri… I really love you."

Even if I were to forget about you,

Even if I were to forget about those memories,

"I know." Yuuri soothed him to silent with his lips.

Gently kissing them again as he felt Wolfram's lips trembled slightly beneath him. He was satisfied. 'This time,' he swore, as he pressed Wolfram down back into the bed to resume what they were doing as if they were never interrupted, 'I will not let myself hurt you again… No one, not even me, I won't allow anyone to hurt you.'

I'll still fall for you.

"I love you too, Wolf…"

"Ahh… Ah…"

…

A/N

It's not an end yet. Remember there are lots of unexplained things that needed to be done. E.g., why is the history changed? What happened? How is Tesca related to this? And lots more… Three more "Final Pieces" left.

Next, Chapter 23: Final pieces: What I had done…