Aug/21/2007
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Ok well
originally I had a whole other author's note planed out and tons of
other stuff. And all kinds of junk but I was so busy with college
time flew by and now I had to retype it all after this. Bleh. I
hate Authors notes. They bother me. No one wants to really read them
but they feel compelled to and that's probably the only reason I'm
still writing. Either that or I'm just trying to annoy you
all…Hmm…the first one sounded better. Ha-ha forgive me. I can't
shut up. But you can thanks some fellow Aarin friends of mine for
giving me the inspiration to finish this damn chapter. I was so
"Bleh". And I started doing an ANK(Ai no Kusabi) RP and BAM it
hit me. SO here's everyone's next chapter sorry it took so long,
and sorry I'm still typing…Cough…ONWARD!
Can you believe
it…I did it again, the first part of this AN. Was originally
written MONTHS ago…Cough gomen, I was on vacation as you might
have known from my last note, and I wasn't able to get a computer,
nor was I able to even finish my college classes. Anyway, life is
good now. I'm no longer emo, and I have time today.(holy crap it's
the end of the world).
Once again though I am rambling, so I'll
shut up. Enjoy this long awaited chapter.
PS: You Might want to bring a box of tissues.
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Stunning Realization
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If there ever was a time in my life, that I ever felt so happy that I wanted to cry; it pales in comparison to today. My eyes over flow with tears of happiness, and my heart is surrounded with joy, and my body is singing. Yes truly if there ever was a day in my life where I had ever felt, this, happy, complete, loved…it pales in comparison to today.
I never thought in my life I would find this sort of happiness. That I would be disserving of such a thing, that I could truly get what I wanted in life. That Shino would smile on me so.
I've never known this kind of happiness and now that I do I refuse to ever give it up even under the penalty of death or worse. I love Yozac Grie and no one will ever separate me from him. Ever…
Conrad shifted against his friend now lover as they lay tangled upon the carpeted floor of Gwendal's office. He smiled contently and twirled a lock of fiery orange hair between his fingers trying not to blush at Yozacs amused look as he smiled like a loon, and giggled like a young girl.
Yozac smiled pleased at the soldiers expression and reaching out with a calloused hand gently took Conrad's in his own stopping the sweet fingers in his hair as he drew it away kissing the back gently bring a flush to the mans pale face he brown eyes drifting away in embarrassment.
"My love you blush most lovely." Yozac teased drawing the man's eyes to his own blue ones with his other hand on the soldiers chin, leaning in to kiss the previously kiss abused lips gently.
Conrad indeed flushed again and gasped a bit, as the spy captured his lips in a tender embrace. Conrad sighed into the man's lips enjoying the way his heart flipped and flopped in his chest even as his head spun with delight and lust. "Yozac…" He whispered most likely unaware that he had even spoken it as his lashes fluttered against the red heads own cheeks. "Yozac Grie…" He whispered again pressing back bringing his hands around the spy's shoulders holding him closely.
"Hai Conrad?" he asked smiling as he nuzzled the man before him.
Conrand shrugged sighing and as his eyes closed whispered. "Nothing…just wanted to say your name…make sure…you're really real."
"Conrad." The blue eyed man asked.
Conrad opened his tired eyes looking at his best friend. "Hmm?" he mumbled half asleep his eyes opening and closing with an effort to stay open.
"Nothing, just wanted to make sure you were real." He answered smiling as they both drifted off held closely to one another sighing in happiness.
"If this is what true happiness is, if I can really be loved by this man, if I am only dreaming, if this isn't true, if this is my happiness…then I'll never need to awaken…"
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He ran. Blood pounding in his ears, harsh breaths tearing from his lungs, as one word ran over and over in his mind. "Wolfram" Yuuri's vision went from red and back again and again; the Maou nearly breaking free every time, as a pitcher of a struggling Wolfram appearing in his mind igniting hi anger more and more, with every step.
He could still hear Wolframs Cries of "no", and "stop"; as the sword hanging by his side, bouncing off his leg every now and then, reminded him of want he wanted, and it only pushed him to go faster, to save the blond, to rid the world of what was causing him displeasure. For the first time in his life, Yuuri, had an intent to kill.
"Wolfram…be safe. Be strong. Don't leave me." Said the king out loud as he tore through the long halls of Blood Pledge castle. His feet pounding against the floor, ignoring the pain shooting up his legs, and the power surging through his finger tips as the Maou rose to the surface.
Yuuri ran by startled maids and guards alike, and flinching at the power their King was emitting as he stormed but an unseen wind wiping about him, tossing his hair and dark clothing. He eyes burned with a hatred that couldn't be suppressed as his mouth was set into a firm grin of hate, and loathing. A look, that could, and as Yuuri might have once feared, but not at the moment, truly kill.
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"Leslie stop! Please!" Wolfram shouts trying to push the boy away as he tears at the blue dress, biting at the blonde neck harshly.
Leslie pulled back looking at the blonde beneath him, tears brimming in her green eyes, flushed, angry and scared face. Shaking & crying out for help.
"Why should I?! What will you do for me! Nothing! You're the Maou's whore. You don't love me like I love you, you don't care about me! WHY SHOULD I STOP!?" He screamed, anger lacing every inch of his voice as he harshly ripped at the blonde's clothing.
Wolfram screamed at the dark haired solider tears at the front of his dress, tearing away the lace in one movement, baring his body to the man. "Please! Stop!" he cried struggling against the soldier, clawing as his arms and neck, screaming trying to get away as the man bit as his exposed chest harshly.
"STOP! STOP!" He shouted over and over again, losing the battle with his tears, screaming and kicking, trying to flee. If only anything, anyone would come to save him, protect, him. "STOP PLEASE DON'T!"
"No my dear Akane. I won't stop no matter home much you cry." Leslie answered gripping the blond's hair tightly yanking his head back exposing the pale neck, and he bit, and sucked it, turning the flawless skin purple and red.
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"WOLFRAM!" Yuuri ran forward his hands crackling with the power of the Maou. Leslie barely had time to blink before the King was upon him, not the Maou, but Just the boy king. The sword that had moments ago hung limply by his side now brandished in his tight grip, headed directly for Leslie's throat.
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" Yuuri
screamed, his steps never faltering as he charged the other dark
haired man.
Yuuri raised the sword up high, swinging it with all
his might at the solider, all Conrad's lessons coming to mind, and
his new found and bettering skill put into play.
Leslie
smirked and in the blink of an eye leapt back from the blonde lying
beneath him, a broken look upon her fragile face. Leslie unsheathed
his own long sword easily blocking the Maou's own strike with
ease.
"Heika" He Said in a soft deadly tone, displeasure
lacing his every word even as he sneered; bowing his head in mock
respect.
"To
what do I owe the pleasure of seeing his Maou Heika off his throne?"
Leslie asked turning his sword mid word. Wish mighty speed he struck
at Yuuri's Right only to have the Maou's deflect the block.
"You
best not test my patience Solider! Lest I make your death slow and
painful!" Yuuri said his voice ragged from anger.
"Oh?
Leslie started his face amused as he slid his sword along the Maou's
causing the steel to screech in a painful matter as he flung Yuuri
away, only to scowl when the Maou landed gracefully on his own two
feet.
"…And how do you, expect to kill me?" he finished
looking down at the boy king who held his stance.
"Without
breaking a sweat." Yuuri replied smirking at the stunned Soldier's
face.
"Do you believe me to be frightened of you, Leslie?"
Yuuri spat the voice with much distain.
"Guess again."
Leslie
didn't even have time to draw a breath as the Maou charged
banishing his sword above his left shoulder as he moved it to slice
at the boy's arm, only to be blocked with a swift motion of Leslies
hand.
"You can't kill me, you May be the Maou but, your also
just a kid, a scared puny little human boy that just happens to have
the Maous soul. You will die!"
Leslie heaved his sword mightily
at the double black narrowly missing his throat as Yuuri took a
gentle step backwards only too come up nearly under the Solider as he
sliced easily at his tan cloth covered thigh.
Leslie
Hissed as the burning pain racked through his leg, his knee shaking
with the force.
Yuuri smirked and spun around, and away from the
taller boy. He took in the site of blood as it pooled by Leslie's
foot. He inwardly braded himself for enjoying the others pain so
much, but that wouldn't stop him from Killing Leslie. He had Hurt
Wolfram, an act that was unforgivable and death was the penalty
for.
Leslie despite the deep wound in his leg charged the Maou again coming up suddenly beside him; Leslie spun gracefully and smirked, as the steel of his sword slid through the edge of the Kings stomach with a sickening wet slide. Yuuri's eyes scrunched with pain as the long sword slid into his side and easily continued ripping the flesh as it was removed at another angel.
"AHhngh!." Yuuri gasped in pain as Leslie spun away once more, snidely flicking the blood from his sword, as Yuuri clutched his side.
"Perhaps a little too confident now weren't we?" He said watching the younger boy gingerly hold the gaping wound at his side.
Yuuri's
eyes darkened once more, but the Maou remained silent,.
Yuuri
removed his hand and in a show of defiance stood straight and took
his stance ignoring the pain rolling off him in waves as his wound
bleed freely.
"Do not underestimate me boy. I will not hesitate
to kill you" Yuuri hissed.
"Leslie
narrowed his eyes they burned with an unmentionable amount of
loathing and hatred.
Then he smirked.
"Then, it's only
fitting that you don't assume the same of myself, I may not kill
you physically…demo…"Leslie raised his sword, glancing at the
stunned and continuously crying forum of the blonde known as Akane,
"There are other ways to kill you,…Heika, ways slower…and of so
much more painful."
Yuuri's mind seemed to shift into
1st
gear as everything seemed to slow. He watched through terror stricken
eyes as Leslie turned gracefully to his left and slowly raised his
weapon. Leslie, who clamed to love the Blonde so much, was about to
take said blondes life, if only to prove to the Maou who was better,
who was going to live, and how much more he loved the blonde.
and
so…Yuuri ran.
"DIE!" Leslie screamed as he plunged
the sword triumphantly into the chest of the crying blonde noble. The
steel slicing through flesh as blood spurted onto the soldiers face
and hair, staining the black Uniform top beneath his
blade.
"…black?"
Leslies
mind supplied the information as he smirked.
"Jumping into the
path of my blade, that was not meant for you…surely you are a
fool." Leslie said as he peered into the Maou's dark
eyes.
Yuuri lay gasping for breath. He could feel Wolframs soft stunned gasping breath against the back of his neck, the feel of the sword plunged deeply into the left side of his chest; as his killer stood about him sneering. He Had Won.
"I-I am not
the fool, you claim to love Wo-wol…Akane so much, yet you w-uold
take her very li-fe, only to watch me suffer.." Yuuri stated, blood
dribbling from the corners of his mouth.
Leslie continued to smirk
in triumph as he twisted the blade in the Maou's Chest causing
Yurri to arch in agony.
"Why yes I would, that just goes to show that a REAL man knows when sacrifices must be made." Leslie said his eyes crazy and haunted. Surely he had gone insane.
Yuuri
scowled despite the pain, even as the older boy pressed his blade
father into Yuuri's chest, opening the wound slowly fraction by
fraction; finding pleasure in the Maou's pain.
"A man?"
Yuuri scoffed. "You wouldn't know the meaning of the word. If you
did you would not have tried to kill Wolfram.." Yuuri stated his
vision starting to waver.
"I knew you would foolishly jump into my path though, so there was no need to worry about hurting poor little…'Wolfram' as you like to call her. You will Die Heika, and Akane will become my wife willingly once she forgets all about you. And I will someday rule over this land, I am a Noble though a solider I might be."
Yuuri
then did something Leslie never saw coming, he began to laugh, almost
insanely so the blade shaking from his body's convolutions' as he
laughed hard his eyes never leaving the Soldiers.
"What is it
you find so amusing Maou!?" Leslie asked as he glared daggers into
the dieing boy."
"I just find it funny, that you think
a dead man will be able to rule over my kingdom."
Leslie's
eyes widened a fraction just as a sharp horrifying pain racked his
body. The Solider slid forward his body sliding sickeningly down
Yuuri's bloodied blade.
Leslie was nearly nose to nose,
with the younger boy, Yuuri's sword's hilt pressing against the
left side of his chest.
"Yes…a dead man." Yuuri confirmed in
a pant as his vision wavered further.
Leslie even in death stared at the Maou only with hatred in his almost white blue eyes.
"Y-you.." but Leslie's voice failed as he sunk further onto the dark clad boy, his last breath wasted on an unfinished threat, his blood pouring onto the ground sliding in random patterns before disappearing into the dirt.
Yuuri
blinked as his breaths became labored once more, and tears of pain
and relief filled his vision. Blindly he reached behind him and
stroked the soft tear stained cheek of Wolfram.
"Wolfram your ok
now." Yuuri whispered smiling when the blonde leaned into his
caress.
"I'm sorry but…I can't stay awake." Yuuri said
wincing as the blade tore further at his flesh while he caressed the
blondes face.
"I-it's so cold…and I'm tired. I'm going
to sleep now Wolfram, but be good ok?" Yuuri's voice was playful
and soft despite what his body was feeling.
"Yuuri…"
Wolfram whispered as thoughts and images once forgotten cam flooding back into the blondes mind. His head feeling as if it were being torn apart from the inside out, as flashes of good and bad times, memories, and feelings assaulted his onces darkened mind.
"Yuuri?..." He whispered again.
Wolframs blood and tear stained face paled father as he finally took in the blood, so much blood, that sat pooled around him, unable to sink further into the ground.
"Yuuri!" He whispered again more urgently.
But Yuuri didn't answer, as his heart beat faintly fading with very second, his eyes drifting shut a pleased smile on his tan face, rose colored lips stained with blood hands losing their grip on the blondes face.
"YUURI!"
But once again no answer and Wolfram slowly watched as Yuuri slipped into darkness, his life force leaving him, breathing his last, gazing upon the blonde nobles face for the last time, being Maou, being Yuuri, and smiling the last smile he'd ever form…
"YUUUUURIIIIiiiiii…"
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OoOo-End of Chapter Eighteen -oOoO
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…Please don't hate me…all can never be what it first seems, perhaps you misunderstood something…or perhaps not…
…guess you'll just have to review and find out.
Gomen…
…Love…the
most painful form of Suicide…
Original
Quite by: Mary G. B. Newman