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Chapter 6 – Heated Revelations

Acting like this was irrational. Conrad knew it. Drawing his sword on Lord Leon could be considered an act of war to the man's country. So, why was he doing it?

"Conrad!" Yuuri blinked in surprise, eyes wide in shock, seeing as that his knight appeared out of nowhere. A bemused smile appeared on the youth's lips. He was like a knight in shining… err… uniform.

Oh yes, it was because of him, Conrad answered his own question, dark eyes glancing at his King.

A grim smile appeared on the brunette's face as he faced the Lord. "Step away from His Majesty," his eyes darkened, "Now."

Leon smirked. So it was true, the Maou's advisor had deeper feelings than friendship towards the King. Gingerly, he stepped away from Yuuri, and in turn, avoiding a very painful death by said King's retainer.

Raising his arms in a defeated manner, he spoke: "Easy, Lord Conrad, I was just talking with His Majesty about our… date." Leon's smirk widened as he saw the soldier tense.

Conrad's eyes narrowed. It would have been so easy to thrust his blade forward and behead the man for his insolence.

Yuuri was seemingly stuck in disbelief mode.

"This couldn't be Conrad… could it?" he thought to himself, wanting to pinch himself to see if it was real.

The real Conrad wouldn't draw his sword against an ally, or make veiled death threats just because said ally was flirting with him. This Conrad was less… calm, in a way. This Conrad was volatile and dangerous, and damn if he wasn't more attractive.

Yuuri flushed a dark red, trying to stop the line of his thoughts.

He had only seen Conrad this way a few times, and that was only when he had thought Yuuri was in utmost danger.

But he wasn't in danger, well, he was in danger from Lord Leon's advances, but it wasn't a life or death thing.

So, why was he acting this way?

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"I've never seen Lord Weller move that fast…" Wolfram commented in awe as he saw the man practically run to Yuuri's side, drawing his sword.

Yosack nodded offhandedly in agreement, but his eyes were narrowed on the brunette. "I've only seen him act this way during the war…"

Trepidation picked at the blonde as he heard Yosack's reply, "Is that a bad thing?"

A bright grin appeared on the man's face, blue eyes glinting mischievously. "We'll just have to wait and see now, won't we?"

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The sword hadn't moved from its threatening position, which was pointed in the direction of Gunter's cousin and that really worried Yuuri.

Calmly walking towards the sword's handler, he put a calming hand on his shoulder. "Conrad, put down the sword." He silently pleaded to the man, not wanting to make a big deal out of this.

It was lucky no one was here to see this unfortunate predicament he found himself in.

Conrad couldn't seem to calm himself, he watched the Lord like a caged lion, ready to strike at any given moment.

"Conrad…" Yuuri's soft voice echoed in his ears.

Warmth spread throughout his tense form as he heard the Maou's voice, and slowly, he began to put down his sword, putting it on his side.

Somehow it didn't make him less threatening.

The obsidian eyed teen laughed nervously, "Well, we should really get going… I think I have lessons with Gunter today!" he said, trying to escape the awkward atmosphere.

Something swirled in Conrad's eyes as he looked at his King. "I'll escort you there, Your Majesty." He offered, smiling his usual smile.

The weird way Conrad was acting combined with his lethal smile made Yuuri's heard pump three times faster than normal.

"S-sure!" he stuttered, not bothering to correct the soldier on his use of 'Your Majesty'. His attention turned to the other brunette who was watching the scene with amusement.

"I'll be going now, Lord Leon." He said, inclining his head to excuse himself.

The stormy eyed man bowed to him, a smile placed on his lips, a smile that made Yuuri distinctly uncomfortable.

"I'll be seeing you tomorrow then, Yuuri." He said, taking special care to emphasize his first name.

Conrad's hand on his sword tightened, every muscle tensed in preparation to strike. He was a patient man in all areas of life. So why was it that hearing that man call his charge's name set him off?

As if sensing Conrad's on edge behaviour, Yuuri quickly nodded his goodbye and dragged the soldier away.

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The walk towards the castle was nerve-wracking, in Yuuri's opinion that is. The easy going atmosphere he had always shared with his companion had seemingly disappeared, leaving a tense one in its stead.

The Maou didn't know what to say, which was a surprise to him. He usually had some ice breaker for these types of situations. But he kind of concluded if he had anything to say he couldn't have said it anyway seeing as that a voice in his head told him silence in this case was a good thing. His nerves were on edge, he could feel Conrad's gaze boring into the back of his head while they walked.

"So…" Yuuri started awkwardly, as they passed in one of the darker hallways. "How's your day going so far?" he asked out of the blue, ignoring the urge to hit his head on the nearest wall for such a stupid question.

Silence answered him.

It was a relief, since the voice in his head was already shouting at him for speaking in the first place, and it was also a bad thing since it just proved the fact that Conrad may be mad at him.

So, he was struggling between two choices.

Confront the situation or leave it alone?

A resigned smile placed itself on his lips. As if that really needed to be asked.

Making Conrad not mad at him was a very important thing. It was placed on the number one spot in his very important things list.

Besides, he was a peace loving person, so someone being angry at him and him not doing anything was out of the question.

Taking a deep breath, he stopped.

And in turn, the foot steps behind him stopped as well.

"Conrad, are you—" Yuuri opened his mouth to speak but had the wind knocked out of him as strong arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace.

The blush colouring his cheeks would probably considered a new colour at this rate. "C-Conrad?" he mumbled into the brunette's uniform.

"Yuuri…"

He could've sworn his blush turned ten times deeper when Conrad called his name. His voice seemed deeper… huskier…

"My Yuuri…"

Speechless, Yuuri could do nothing as he found himself locked in a passionate and almost possessive embrace in the dark shadows of that hallway, his toes barely touching the floor.

Gently but firmly, he felt a hand cup his cheek, raising his shining obsidian eyes to look into Conrad's eyes.

Was it his imagination or was his face coming closer?

The teen's breath seemed caught in his throat as he stared into familiar and yet foreign chocolate orbs. Slowly, his eyelids fluttered closed.

His heard raced in his chest. "Is he going to kiss me?" he thought wildly to himself, caught between fleeing from this strange feeling and staying to see where it would lead.

"I don't want you to be caught alone with Lord Leon, alright?" the brunette murmured softly, lips brushing against the curve of his ear.

Yuuri's eyes didn't open, too caught up in the feeling of being in Conrad's arms.

"Alright, Yuuri?" Conrad asked again, lips brushing over the sensitive ear.

The teen could do nothing else but to nod his head, bonelessly melting into the brunette's arms.

"Good," Conrad smiled, pulling away from the Maou.

It felt like he was hit with ice cold water as he was put down. His brain felt like it had taken a vacation in those short moments, his skin felt warm and he concluded that his face was still a bright red.

The said knight stood smiling, as if what happened earlier hadn't really happened and it was Yuuri's overactive imagination.

Silence took over, and Yuuri started walking again, trying to bring down his racing pulse.

"Yuuri," a voice stopped him in his tracks.

The young teen tilted his head slightly towards his direction.

"I'm going to fight for you."

He felt like the wind was knocked out of him as he heard Conrad's sure statement. It was all so confusing, he had no idea what was happening or what he was feeling at that moment.

Ignoring the urge to bolt like a cornered animal, Yuuri held still as a warm hand cupped his cheek.

Then he was completely caught off guard as a soft kiss was placed on his lips.

It held a promise, Yuuri surmised as he met Conrad's dark chocolate gaze.

The hand left his cheek, and everything went back to normal.

"Let's go to the dining room, Your Highness." He said, his voice a touch deeper still.

A shiver rippled through Yuuri at his tone, and just nodded his head, eyes trained studiously on the path before them as they walked, confused out of his mind.

Conrad's dark gaze never wavered.

He wasn't going to hide what he felt any longer.

If Yuuri reciprocated his feelings then good, if not, then…

He'd just make him fall in love with him.

Determination took hold of him as he glanced at the teen.

He wasn't going to lose Yuuri, not to Lord Leon, not to anyone else.

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Waa! Hahaha, I hope Conrad didn't seem to be too out of character. I just wanted to channel his darker personality(?) instead of his usual gentlemanliness and over all perfect character.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed! Please review!