LIES

Intro: So here I was thinking of what to write for, 'L…' Then I got a review with a very helpful suggestion… I was going to listen to a reviewer for the next chappie but… 'Lemon,' is a theme too adult for this strand. Instead, I wrote a one-shot for that… (hee) Anyhow, this chapter is dedicated exclusively to all who have reviewed up to August '06. (smiles)

A/N: Jumping to conclusions will end badly. (snickers)

He was running away and he didn't know why. He didn't know why he felt like his insides were falling apart or why his body refused his commands. Deep inside he was crying but he had to much pride for that. He just couldn't stand to face the truth – he had too much pride for that. He had too much pride to forgive someone who betrayed his trust.

The royal just kept running, running, running, and never stopping. He had never gotten an answer yet it didn't matter – none of it mattered. If he had waited around for a simple word it would have been the same anyways. Things didn't matter. Memories didn't matter. The bonds of relationships didn't matter. Everyone lied to him – everyone hated him – everyone had too much pride to tell the truth. Maybe it was all a lie from the very beginning.

Eventually another man caught up with the blonde. "Wolf!" he cried. Emerald eyes welled up. He couldn't cry – not here, not in front of his king, not in front of the person who betrayed him. Raven strands and charcoal eyes found their way to the male sooner than he found possible. It all felt like a blink of an eye yet played in slow motion. These feelings he couldn't begin to comprehend were taking grasp of his inner emotions no matter how hard he attempted to suppress them.

"Leave me alone!" Wolfram shouted. Ink-like glassy eyes widened as a hand caught the prince's slender wrist. The blond male immediately snapped it back with anger flaring through his tearing eyes. "Go away! What do you care? I-I-I never once asked for this! Why did you ever tell me that I-"

The male frowned. With a glance to his rejected hand in sighed quickly with a somber smile. "I see," he said. His hand massaged his numb fingers. A sad look swiftly took place of that once smiling expression. "…There's…something else I need to tell you…" he started.

Wolfram's streaming eyes looked up with hurt and anger. It felt like his eyes were raw and bleeding. Something warm and gentle was streaming down his face yet he could not place what exactly it was. He had never felt this way before – felt so angry and alone.

The double-black sighed again with hands on his hips. With a licking of lips, he smiled. "There's rain falling from your eyes, Wolf…"

Pale cheeks blushed softly. He didn't want to feel like this – so aroused and in love with the person he hated the most – the person with the gall to hurt his pride and feelings. "And whose fault do you think that is, Yuri…?"

"I don't know why you're taking it so personal," Yuri started as he shrugged slightly. The words lingered as he wiped away a tear from Wolfram's right eye. "When all I did was say you look just like you're laughing when you cry."

In that moment, Wolfram realized that maybe everyone didn't include Yuri.

Afterthoughts: (airy sigh) Was that a killer (as in, 'a bomb,' as in, 'a total wreck,') to the fic? I hope not… This chapter has been beta-ed! Give a round of applaud to The Fluffy Queen (who did a damn good job IfeelIhavelosttheamesomenesswritingedge), everyone! (hyaku)