I apologise profusely for not posting this earlier u_u
I don't even have a true excuse...I must warn you though!

This chapter contains drama and probably several errors but I cba to wait for Beta'ing, so here it is chapter three, containing lashings of angst, drama, cliffhanger and Yuuri's ex appearing OH MY!

here we go!

Thanku to all my reviewers, you make my day when you respond to my fic 3

Wolfram violently shook as he tried to hold back his emotions; his arms wrapped around the others neck and tears fell on to it.

Edward, Rue and Greta came in not knowing the problem and soon shuffled out realising that it was probably better if they weren't there.

"Why?" Wolfram choked in a hushed tone, his hands falling from around the others neck and to his shoulders, clutching the fabric tightly. "Why does it have to be them?"

Yuuri tightened his hold on the quivering blonde; he didn't want to say anything in case he just made things worse.

"I have to go." Wolframs words became less affected, he sat up and dried off his tears, then got out of the bed and went to go get changed.

Yuuri, not quite understanding what the blonde meant, quickly followed suit and went downstairs to talk to Murata.

"What does he mean by I have to go?" Yuuri asked from the stairs.

Murata, who was at the door turned to him with a look of bemusement before something clicked, "Does he mean go out to the war? There is a train going out today with the majority of them from the convent."

Yuuri's eyes bulged and both he and Murata charged up the stairs to the blonde's room and found him not to be there, he was in fact in the children's nursery with said children who were trying to keep him occupied by helping sew torn toys and threading up various items.

Both of the black haired men visibly sighed and returned downstairs to the lounge, both flumping in relief.

One relieved for purely selfish business reasons and the other for purely personal reasons.

"Thank god for that, I was worried we were going to lose our future largest investor." Murata sighed.

"Will you drop that?" Yuuri glared, noticing that the bespectacled man smirked at his reaction.

"A little protective aren't we?"

"No!" Yuuri retorted, a little too fast.

"Yeah Yeah, I hate to break it to you but if you think you're straight, you're wrong." Murata smiled and looked to the side.

Yuuri flushed and shouted an 'I am straight' back at him, getting more flustered at his partners smirking reaction to his response.

"Well let's see then, figuratively have you slept in the same bed as him?"

"Yes."

"Have you cuddled him for more than a minute?"

"Yes, but I had reasons."

"Yeah, the reason being that you fancy him."

"No the reason being that he just found out his brothers have died."

Murata moved on ignoring that little fact, "Have you kissed him?"

Yuuri shot bright red and looked away.

"Oh my, so you have kissed him, my case is closed." He smirked watching the other man fiddle with a piece of loose thread of the chair.

He was about to further embarrass his partner, when one of said partner's daughters, the eldest one, entered the room.

"I something wrong Rue?" Yuuri asked quickly, mainly to prevent Murata continuing an unsavoury conversation that would only fluster him more.

"Wolfram went to get us drinks ten minutes ago, he hasn't come back and he's not in the kitchen."

Ten minutes following that and the whole house was frantically searching for a lost blonde, even Greta went to look in her pile of plush toys in case he'd somehow collapsed there.

But Yuuri's distressing suspicions were confirmed as the clock struck twelve and Wolfram, along with his suitcase was nowhere to be found.

"Ken," He whispered staring at the clock and comparing it to his own time piece. "What time does that train for the war zone leave?"

"Twelve Twenty."

"Shit."

A highly stressed and very concerned black haired man burst through his front door and charged down the high street to the train station causing a lot of people to stop their work or shopping and stare at him like he had gone mad.

Some women manoeuvring their children so they could not witness it, in case they got ideas.

Murata, the cook, three young children and three maids stepped out onto the high street and watched the racing figure get smaller and finally disappear as he ran down the road.

"What the hell is he doing?" The cook questioned, pulling the same face that the two eldest children held.

"Chasing the love of his life," Murata tittered into his palm.

"I bet a tenner Master Shibuya gets him back!"

"I bet twenty he doesn't!"

"I bet twenty they come back engaged!" The final maid shrieked in delight and her other two counterparts looked at her with silent pity before they returned to the house.

Yuuri bombed down the road dodging people left and right, that was until he went flying into a familiar face.

Gisela got up from the floor and half glared, half smiled at the young father who had knocked her over, after all it wasn't every day you got ploughed down by speeding banker.

"Why in such a rush Mr Shibuya?" She asked brushing herself off.

"Gisela, You're a doctor, is it normal to act irrational following bereavement?" Yuuri wheezed clutching at his stitch.

"That depends entirely on how close to the living person the dead person was."

"How about two bereavements both being brothers, being the only close family he had?"

Gisela just looked at him with a horrified expression. "Where is he?"

"I think he is at the station wanting to get on the train to the war zone."

Gisela looked even more horrified, "If you stop him, bring him to the nearest pub and I'll see what state he's in, he might need anti-depressants if he's reacted like that."

Yuuri nodded and continued on his mad dash to the station, he arrived at quarter past twelve and found that many white clothed young men were all stood in lines ready to board the train that had already arrived.

Despite being in a white outfit similar to the rest, Wolfram stood out due to his vibrant blonde hair and Yuuri made a beeline directly for him and a familiar looking grey haired woman.

He cleverly got behind him and slipped an arm around the blonde's waist, then greeted the grey haired woman before attempting to pull Wolfram and his luggage away from the train in a sneaky fashion.

"What the hell are you doing," Wolfram shrieked, causing a commotion and writhing in an attempt to free himself.

"You can't go off into a war zone!" Yuuri shouted, tugging him by the arm now and losing his composure.

"Why not? It's my choice! Now let go!" Wolfram wacked him in the chest with his elbow and got free, turning to face him with distressed eyes.

Yuuri held a hand where he'd been hit and partially hated himself for what he was about to do.

"You are not in a stable state of mind to go, you've just lost your brothers to this war and you're probably pregnant," Yuuri stated grabbing the arm of the shocked blonde and tugging him, with almost no resistance away from the platform and towards the station exit.

Yuuri turned back to see the gray haired woman nod in recognition before he pulled the blonde away towards the local pub, he was being strangely silent.

When they got there, they seated themselves in one of the quieter corners, Yuuri decide to get a bottle of wine for them to share but found wolfram would not touch it, because pregnant people are not supposed to drink.

"…..Yu…Yuuri." Wolfram spoke in a hushed tone, causing the black haired man to focus on him, his hands touching his lower stomach.

"I'm not really pregnant am I?" Wolfram stated his eyes round like saucers.

"No Wolfram you're not." Yuuri stated, shaking his head to further support his response.

"That's good," Wolfram half smiled and looked up, "Otherwise we would have to marry." He finished, pouring a glass of the red liquid for himself.

Yuuri frowned and gave him a bemused look as the blonde pulled the glass to his lips.

He stopped, "Well I wouldn't want any of my children born out of wedlock." Wolfram stated then blushed causing his black haired counterpart to smile.

Slowly over the last few years, it had become a rare and wonderful occurrence to find someone with traditional family values, someone who wouldn't prefer to have one night stands and not care for the children as a result, as it was now no longer 'fashionable'

Yuuri's heart warmed towards the blonde slightly, at the notion, at least Wolfram was someone who had standards

"Why didn't you let me go?" Wolfram stated solemnly looking at him with unrelenting eyes that were still puffy and slightly pink from tears.

"Because like the majority of the nurses there, you would have died." Yuuri chided softly taking a sip from his glass.

"…is that the only reason?" Wolfram asked quietly, looking down to hide his facial expression.

"That and I would be losing the best person to care for my children." He smiled gently at the blonde in a subconscious attempt to make known to him how much it was appreciated.

"Those are the only reasons." Wolfram visibly drooped and Yuuri looked at him in contemplation.

"Were you looking for a different reason?" He questioned.

"It's not important."

"Well it blatantly is." Yuuri stated firmly.

"Well it isn't." Wolfram snapped.

"Must you always behave like a brat?"

"Why are you a dense wimp?"

Yuuri looked at him with a confused frown, now he was a dense wimp? How was he dense?

A knock hit the Shibuya residence and several pairs of feet clattered to the entrance to see the outcome.

A small messenger appeared on the doorstep and several adult faces frowned whilst children's were filled with silent bemusement.

"Ahhh umm… Mr Shibuya sent me to inform you that he and a Mr Von Beilefeld will be away for a few days on and excursion to the south of France and he requests that those inside the property take care of his children." Said boy bowed before trotting away.

Leaving three maids looking dismayed as their bets would be extended, three children sulking as they hadn't been taken away on holiday, a cook that exhaled in slight annoyance and an eye rolling Murata who stated he 'best be off' and attempted to exit the premises.

A rough and strong hand grabbed his coat and yanked him back.

"And where do you think you're going," The cook snarled, her eyes glinting with an evilness even Murata couldn't muster. "Mr Shibuya clearly stated 'those inside the property' should look after the children."

Murata gulped.

Wolfram's complexion turned even paler as the English Channel became more turbulent due to stronger wind.

Yuuri scuffed his feet in awkwardness, Wolfram had stated he wasn't good on boats, but Yuuri didn't realise he meant this much.

"How many more hours of torture?" Said emerald eyed boy rasped, wincing as the ferry jolted heavily yet again.

"Less than one," Yuuri stated softly, hesitantly wrapping his arms arm the others waist and smiling as the blonde relaxed at the comfort, as relaxing was always the best form of medicine.

A shrill and familiar laugh cut through the air and their relaxation like a knife and Yuuri immediately bristled clenching his fists and tightening his hold on the other.

"What's wrong?" Wolfram stated quietly, turning in the others hold so they were facing each other, their noses almost touching.

"It's her." Yuuri grimaced staring directly to the ocean from the banister where they were stood. "My Ex-wife."

Wolfram glanced over his shoulder and noticed a brown haired woman amidst a flock of gaudy, overdressed women who he could only describe as bitches from the way they held themselves thinking they were perfection in human form.

She was the only demon, only demons had a certain scent that only other demons could smell.

She turned towards them without realisation but as soon as she got hit by the black haired fathers scent her eyes flared and she attempted to scare Wolfram with a piercing glare.

Seriously, what was the woman on? You can't cheat and have a divorce on your husband and then get pissy when another has their arms around him.

Wolfram slyly wrapped his arms around torso of the source of the mini-stare off and squeezed lightly, affirming his position.

'Yeah that's right bitch! He's mine.' Wolfram mentally snickered although he knew it wasn't true, as he enlarged his eyes momentarily as an insulting gesture to the brunette who was giving him evils, as was her posse who had rallied around her.

"Wolfram?" Yuuri muttered trying to find out why he had suddenly clung to him.

A horn ripped through the moment stopping Wolfram's stake out and Yuuri getting an answer.

The port they were docked at was incredibly inviting and Wolfram smirked to himself as he pulled his older companion onto it, managing to get away from the man's ex.

Or so he thought.

Because as fate would have it, or rather because the woman had decided to stalk them they found themselves checking into the same hotel.

Things went from bad to worse at dinner when the blasted woman decided to come over and engage in conversation.

"My my, you look good Yuuri," She smiled, and it appeared natural but Wolfram new it was fake, and he watched helplessly as the black haired man he had slowly began to feel close to, became enraptured in the damned succubus' façade.

But the knife was fully pushed in when later that evening as they approached their shared room, Yuuri stated that 'his Pricilla' had invited him over for a glass of wine and passed the blonde the room key, before shifting off to his 'beloved ex'.

Wolfram silently walked into the room, which seemed cold despite the hot stuffiness, slipped quietly out of the new clothes he had worn and changed with sorrowful grace into nightgown before sliding under unfamiliar and starch straight sheets.

The morning when he woke up he noticed with sad dismay that the other hadn't joined him as the other side of bed sheets was still perfect, meaning he was sleeping and probably doing other things that made him sick to think about, with her.

Without a word he walked down to the breakfast room and saw them sitting laughing and chatting like nothing had ever gone wrong between them.

Wolfram greeted them cheerfully despite feeling as if his insides might tear in two and sat at his seat listening to her rattle on about stupid adventures she had undergone over the past few months with Yuuri hanging off her every word.

"Oh Wolfram, Pricilla and I have some excellent news!" Yuuri beamed, breaking their pointless chatter and actually truly including the blonde for the first time, "We're getting back together."

Wolfram attempted to smile, he really tried, but it refused to come through and as gracefully as he could at the time where he felt that his heart had stopped, he rose from his seat and swiftly exited the premises.

Yuuri looked with silent shock at the blonde's reaction but was pulled from thinking about it as hand- cream softened palms tugged at his own, pulling his attention to a make-up plastered face.

"It's a good thing Honey, I've done you a favour getting rid of that whore, after all, he was only after your money." She smiled self assuredly, believing herself to have hit the nail on the head.

Despite her incorrectness Yuuri was about to agree with her just to stay in favour but something struck.

"Ummmm Priscilla?" Yuuri asked sweetly.

"Yes Honey?" She replied in a sickly sweet fashion.

"Why do want to get back with me?" He smiled and watched as despite her staying facial expression, she twitched slightly his question.

"Because I love you." She whispered in the most sincere tone she could.

It sounded fake.

"I don't think you do." Yuuri smiled and watched as her façade dropped. "I think it's because the money you gained from our divorce has run dry and the man you left me for found someone else."

She pulled her hands from his, her face draining of colour.

"Because last night, when you we're fast asleep I did a little investigation into your finances and the clothes you had in your closet. You are practically broke."

Yuuri got up from his chair and dusted himself off.

"Also, the wine you served me was so cheap it was practically vinegar." He smiled looking down at her in distain.

"And Wolfram Von Bielefeld is not a whore. He is the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, and you, a bankrupt old maid, with no prospects, an aging face and a past filled with such infidelity no self conscious man would want you, have no right to refer to him in such a manner." Yuuri sneered, pointing an accusing finger at the woman and causing the other residents to watch and whisper unkind comments about loose women.

"Furthermore, for a while I wanted my children to get to know their mother. But now I see that it would be an awful mistake to let them have any influence from the likes of you. So if you so much as dare come anywhere near them or me again, I will reveal to everyone you and I know, all the people who you cheated on me with."

With that Yuuri swiftly exited the building the same way as the blonde had and set on the immediate task of finding him and explaining that he wasn't going to get back with his ex, and possibly, if he could manage it.

….that he loved him.

And I ended it there...I WILL update this within the next week. No wavering I WILL

also, sorry but I had to let the cook own Murata, because the shifty git always gets through everything without work and I wanted him to suffer ._. So sorry, also Sorry if you were hoping for Conrad or Gwendal in this fic ~ I needed angst and for some reason I've never liked Conrad as a character, albeit I love Gwen, I had to kill them off.

And finally I apologise to anyone who's name is Priscilla, my best friend has the name and it sprung to mind.

also...I just realised I left gisela hanging, but once again CBA to fix ._.