Disclaimer: -insert a disclaimer-

Princess Sin: Lol, Wolfram loves Yuuri too much to do that. If I were Wolfram, I'd shove it up his ass instead.

k-shee: I have updated. And, I finished the Epilogue. GAHH!! Stop with the pressure!! I don't do well under pressure. Lol, last sentence was a lie. I do ok under pressure.

TasteLikeBlood I can and I just did xP But, I still love Wolfram even though I'm doing horrible things to him.

Yunshi Himura: Don't worry I will keep my promise. I would never make you all wait that long for an update. Well, not as long as I have a computer, Internet, and am healthy.

Migod: Lol, no. That's not a good enough punishment for him. Who's the super baka? I'm not sure if you're calling me that because I'm the one that decided to have all this happen to Wolfram. And thanks.

To all reviewers: Thanks for the reviews. Even with school starting and all, I will never keep you waiting that long. I will be playing the part as the Evil writer for a while and do horrible things to the characters because I can. Mwhahahaha. Lol. Anyways, school is going to keep me really busy for a while even though it just started. I know it sucks. Well, here is Chapter 3. Enjoy.

Chapter 3:

Gwendal's second-in-command ran down the halls of Blood Pledge Castle towards the general's office. He burst through the doors and saluted. "Sir, we have brought Lord von Bielefeld back. He is currently in the infirmary in critical condition." More wrinkles appeared on Gwendal's forehead as the news registered into his mind. Cheri clapped her hand over her mouth and tears started streaming down her face. Yuuri stood up, "What happened?" The soldier explained all the events that occurred when they arrived. Conrad frowned as he clenched his hand into a fist, his baby brother had gotten hurt and he wasn't there to protect him.

After explaining everything the soldier was dismissed. The occupants of the room sat in silence for a while, at a loss of what to do. After five minutes, Cheri got up and made her way to the door. "Where are you going Lady Cheri?" inquired Gunter who had remained quiet during the whole ordeal. Cheri turned around, "To assist Gisela. There's no way in hell I'm going to sit around while my baby boy is dying." She turned and made her way towards the infirmary. The rest soon followed.

Once they all arrived at the infirmary they were greeted with the sight of soldiers and maids running in and out of the room. Gisela was barking orders to everyone as she and a few other healers were surrounding a bed. You could hear the panic in Gisela's voice as she and the healers were desperately healing the unconscious form that lay before them.

Cheri felt her heart shatter as she saw her youngest son on the bed looking as pale as a ghost as blood gushed out of his abdomen. If one looked really closely they could see that the young blonde was actually breathing. His beautiful blonde hair was now a crimson red. –Oh my poor baby. How could this happen? Why didn't you bring your guards with you? Oh Shinou, why did you allow such a thing to happen to my baby boy? Is this some sort of punishment?

Yuuri stepped forward as he took in the sight before him. The double black king thought that this was just some bad nightmare that he'd wake up and his best friend would be all right. Wolfram's hair wouldn't be stained red from his blood; his naturally pale skin would have some color of life in them. Wolfram would be up and about accusing him of being a cheater and a wimp. He couldn't lose Wolfram. Even though they fought a lot Wolfram meant a lot to him. He was his best friend. He couldn't bear to see the blonde suffer or hurt. The double black placed a hand above Wolfram's abdomen and started to help heal Wolfram.

Gwendal just watched the whole ordeal from a distance. Guilt started to build up inside him. He was regretting everything he thought just a while back. He loved his baby brother with all his heart, he just didn't know how to show it. There were some things about the blonde that he didn't like but he was still his brother. He'd love him no matter what. Sure the blonde was impulsive and created a lot of problems for people, but that was what made Wolfram well Wolfram. Wolfram would not be Wolfram if he weren't impulsive, spoiled, selfish, loud, obnoxious (well sometimes) or jealous. People had the good and bad things about them; you just had to accept them all. He was still going to lecture the blonde mazoku about running off like that without guards. No matter how much he loved his brother, there was no way he was getting off the hook that easily.

Conrad stood there watching helplessly as his brother's life was in the hands of his king and the healers. Guilt was building up by the second. He had failed Wolfram once again. How could he not have noticed something was off with the blonde? Well, he noticed but he just brushed it off like it was nothing. He couldn't help feel that it was partly his fault; his baby brother was lying almost lifelessly on the bed. He should've went and searched for Wolfram, too. He should've played the role as the big brother and been questioning the blonde about why he was crying. He should've been the one there to stop the bandit from injuring his brother. But, he wasn't. He was too occupied with his king to think that it was that big of a deal.

Maybe he should spend less time with the double black to spend more time with Wolfram. If he did that earlier there wouldn't have been jealous accusations from the blonde about Yuuri being a cheater. There wouldn't be a crying Wolfram without anyone to comfort him. There especially wouldn't be a dying Wolfram before his eyes. All of these things could've been prevented if at least someone had paid a little more attention to the blonde prince. But, there wasn't. Nothing could be done now; they couldn't go back in time to fix their mistakes. They could only change their ways to prevent it from happening again.

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Wolfram's POV:

I opened my eyes and look around. It's dark; I could barely see 4 feet ahead of me. I get up from the cold floor I was laying on. I wonder where I am. I've never seen this place. It has an eerie feel to it. It's kind of creepy. It's too quiet around. I shout asking if anyone is around. No answer.

I have a weird feeling. You know that feeling you get sometimes when you're alone at home at night, that creepy feeling that someone might break in the house and nobody would be around to protect you? Or when you're walking in the streets at night and get that feeling you're being watched or that somebody might jump out of nowhere and rape you or something? Well, I have a feeling sort of like that.

I'm getting a little scared and panicky. I don't like being alone, especially in a place that's foreign to me. What's worst, I don't even know where I am. It's too dark to see anything clearly. I'm not sure if there is somebody around that is just remaining quiet so they can catch me off guard. I feel too vulnerable. I hate it. I don't like being weak. I want to be strong. That way I'd be able to protect the ones I love. I turn around and scan the area. It's useless. My breathing becomes really heavy.

I walk in a random direction hoping to find a wall or better, a door. It seems that I'm in a room. There is a concrete floor and there doesn't seem to be any sort of breeze. I look up I can't see anything. There are no stars or moon. I'm not sure how long I've been walking or how far I've gone. It seems like it's a never-ending room of darkness.

I turn around and shout if anybody could hear me. I'm starting to get really scared. I don't know where I am or how I got here. I don't know how to get out. I don't know if there is anybody around. I hate not knowing anything. If you don't know anything, you are basically useless. I don't want to be useless. I want to be helpful that way people would need me. I lie down on the ground and pull my legs up to my chest. Whenever I'm in the fetal position I always feel safe. But, it doesn't seem to help. Tears start streaming down my face. I'm scared and alone.

Somebody save me, please. I don't like it here. It's too dark and lonely. The more I wish somebody would save me the more I began to think nobody would. Who'd want to save me? Everybody would be better off without me. There would be no more 'Little Lord Brat' or 'Selfish Loafer'. Yuuri wouldn't have to deal with my jealous accusations or my 'tantrums'. Everyone could live in peace. Nobody would have to worry about the problems I'd bring with all my impulsive actions. They would be truly happy.

I shut my eyes really tight. I don't know why I'm thinking about this right now. I should have other things to worry about, like how to get out of this place. Do I want to get out of here? No, I have to get out of here. Everybody will be worried; I don't want to cause them more problems. Are they even worried about me? Of course they'd be worried, I think. After a while, I start to get tired. Maybe a little rest would help me. I slowly start to drift off, leaving behind my fears.

In my sleep is where I truly am able to get away with these feelings. In my dreams, I am wanted and loved. My dream is what keeps me from insanity. It's my safe haven. I experience the things I've always wanted in my dreams. Without them, I'm not sure how long I would've been able to handle being unwanted and unloved. They're what keep me alive. I want to feel the happiness I do in my dreams. I don't care how long it takes me. I just want to experience it once more before I die. But, it seems to be hopeless. No matter how hard I try, I can never obtain what I truly desire. It's like I am never meant to have it. Maybe this is just how my life is supposed to be.

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Sorry it took me a while. School started and I already have a bunch of things to do. I'm completely exhausted and I've only been in school for two days. And, I already have a bunch of homework. I had to change my schedule and I had issues with my locker. Well, I hope this was an ok chapter for you. Please review.