Hey y'all! ^_^ hehehe, sorry it has been awhile. I was a little uncertain how I wanted this chapter to go and the original plan got scrapped and redone. So sorry if there are a lot of mistakes, I was more worried about posting it then I was re-reading it for errors. FORGIVE ME!

Also, I decided to continue to post the story here instead of creating a whole new one. So just pretend that this is a whole new story called Discovering Slefless.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maoh or Loveless

The Solution

It has been a week… Yuuri thought sadly, glancing up from his customary spot in Gwendal's office to take in the normally calm General.

Gwendal was a mess, his usually neat hair, was falling out of his tie, looking less shiny than it normally did in the afternoon light. Large black circles were under his dull blue eyes, proving that the General had not slept since that incident.

He looked pale, compared to his usual healthy glowing tan that he sported, and his clothes looked rumpled. All in all, Gwendal von Voltaire, one of the most feared Mazoku next to the Maoh himself, was falling apart at the seams and Yuuri was running out of ideas on how to help his upset General.

*~*~*(BREAK)*~*~*

Gwendal stared at the document that lay before him, not really seeing the words that were written across the page. His mind completely consumed with the last time he had seen Ritsuka's young face, before it was swallowed up by raging wind.

His heart tightened in his chest, causing his hand to ghost up to where his name lay on his skin and clench the fabric that concealed it from all prying eyes.

He sat there, his mind getting more tangled up with Ritsuka's smile and his dazzling violet eyes. Remembering the way the boy's ears would flatten to the sides of his head when he was sad or embarrassed, the way his tail would fluff up and stand tall when the boy was furious. The way tears had been in his eyes when he had looked at Gwendal for the last time.

Gwendal pushed away from his desk, trying to silence his thoughts that were eating him alive. He left the room, not really taking notice of his King as the youth called after him.

He walked down the hall in almost a haze, letting his feet carry him forward while his mind replayed every moment he ever had with the boy. His logical side of his brain was whispering to him that his King was chasing after him and that he should see what was troubling him, but Gwendal could not bring himself to care at that moment. Still his long strides carried him down the halls of the dark castle.

Suddenly, he came to a halt, slightly startling himself and apparently Yuuri who had just collided with his back. He looked around realizing that his accursed feet had led him to the front doors, to the courtyard where his Ritsuka was taken away from him and out of his reach.

He didn't know when his legs gave out from under him, all he knew was that he was closer to the ground and staring into the face of his worried king.

"Heika…Yuuri, Please-" Gwendal pleaded, his voice mirroring the agony that was in his eyes.

He reached out, an ever so slightly trembling hand to grasp onto the younger man's clothes, crumpling the dark material in his tight fists.

"Please, send me to Ritsuka's world…you can cross the boundary between worlds… Please, Yuuri."

*~*~*(BREAK)*~*~*

Yuuri was at a lost as to what to do. Here he was trying to comfort his broken General when he just out right asked him to send him to another world.

Can I even go to other worlds? Yuuri pondered mentally, feeling a spark of hope clench his chest.

As if in answer to his question, Murata seemed to materialize into sight, taking in the crumpled General and the hopeful King before sighing.

"Let's go talk to Shinou." Murata said simply, gesturing to a lingering guard to go and fetch their horses.

*~*~*(Small time skip to the Temple of Shinou, I really didn't want to write about the travel)*~*~*

Yuuri help his General up the steps into the temple, feeling his hope rise even higher as he followed after Murata.

They made their way slowly down the twisting stone hallways, stopping only to push open the heavy wooden doors. They entered the large room that was used as the main room of worship for the no longer living King, looking around for the mysterious phantom.

"Ah, it is good to see you again, Yuuri. Daikenja." came the smooth voice of the first King, seeming to appear from the shadows themselves and taking in his guests.

Yuuri looked at the Original King, feeling the hope swell even greater within him as he began to speak. "Shinou we wanted to ask you-"

"I already know why you are here." Shinou effortlessly cut in, smiling kindly at successor before turning his eyes to his long time friend.

"You do?" Yuuri questioned, feeling a hint of confusion as he watched the knowing glint that sparked in the dead King's eyes.

Murata turned to Yuuri and calmly responded, "Shinou and I have been discussing different ways of how we could get one to travel to Ritsuka's world, ever since he was taken."

There was almost a deafening silence before Gwendal launched himself out of Yuuri's hold and at the feet of the original King.

"PLEASE!" He pleaded, his voice rising to an almost hysterical level, "You must send me! I beg of you, Shinou-Heika!"

But before Gwendal could say more, a sob racked his frame and tears gleamed in his eyes. There was silence once more as they all took in the broken General before them, before Murata stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the much larger man.

"There is no need for that, Von Voltaire-kyo." Murata murmured soothingly, rubbing the General's back in an attempt to comfort him. "Shinou and I have come up with a plan."

Gwendal seemed to settle down at this news, his haunted eyes turning to look the Daikenja in the eye. Murata continued, "With Ulrike guiding your soul, Yuuri's and Shinou's combined power should get you there."

Yuuri couldn't help the small gasp that escaped him and his sudden joy at seeing light return to his General's eyes at this news.

"Great, when do we leave?" Yuuri questioned, turning his hopeful eyes from Murata to Shinou.

"You aren't going anywhere, Yuuri." Came Shinou's calm voice, give the excited youth an almost imperceptible eye roll.

Yuuri looked horrified at the blonde royalty, his jaw gaping in disbelief and his protests rising to an angry wail. "WHAT! Of course I am going! How do you expect Gwendal to get back then?"

But before anyone could answer the dark haired King's demands, a soft voice interrupted, "I'm not coming back."

Yuuri whorled around and stared at his General in shock as the grey haired Mazoku turned his gaze to the only glasses wearing youth in the room. "Am I?"

"No," Murata responded bluntly, deciding not to beat around the bush and simply get straight to the point.

"This plan is a one way shot." He began, but changing his focus to Yuuri who was just about the protest. "Remember what Ritsuka said before he was taken?"

This silenced everyone in the room, taking them all back to that day when Ritsuka had been stolen from them by those men, "his world had only been missing him for a few hours, while he was here for over a month. That shows that the time flow between the worlds is very different and if we were to send you, Yuuri, to Ritsuka's world then you could be absent from the throne for too long of time."

Murata watched the conflicting emotions that danced across the young King's face, before posing the question that needed to be addressed by the young man. "Are you willing to put Ritsuka before all of your people?"

Yuuri looked utterly lost at his long time friend, trying to find the words to speak but only able to stop every time he opened his lips. After a few moments, Yuuri sighed before turning his sorrowful gaze to Gwendal.

"My heart says, that I shouldn't leave Ritsuka to suffer…" Yuuri began, trying to convey all the contradicting emotions he was currently feeling. "But my head says I can't abandon my people when we still have threats like the White Crows out there."

Yuuri took a few steps forward to where his General was still seated on the floor, before kneeling next to him and gently placing his hand on the older man's shoulder, a smiling tugging at his lips.

"Gwendal, I leave finding Ritsuka to you. I will make sure that the country is still standing if not ten times stronger when you return."

Gwendal, couldn't help but smile at how ironic this situation seemed to be and he felt a small sense of peace for the first time in a week as he responded to his King, "Thank you, Heika."

"There is no need to worry, Shibuya!" Murata chimed in, shattering the moment as a mischievous glint came into his eyes "I will be going with Von Voltaire-kyo."

Yuuri and Gwendal both stared with equal amounts of surprise on their faces, before Yuuri stood and pointed an accusing finger at his glasses wearing friend, "B-but you just said that this is a one way trip!"

Murata simply batted the indignant digit before standing and offering a hand to help the General to his feet.

"Yes, I did. But you want Gwendal to return, right?" Murata threw over his shoulder casually, as if this was simply a conversation about the weather. "So who better to send a long then me to find a way back."

"Don't go tooting your own horn Daikenja." Shinou commented with another eye roll, but Murata easily ignored the small jab to his pride.

"Thank you, Daikenja." came the soft voice of Gwendal as he was hoisted to his feet, feeling another small smile of gratitude cover his face for the glasses wearing youth.

"No problem." Murata replied easily, shooting a knowing smile up at the taller man. "Now let's get you back to your Sacrifice."

*~*~*(END CHAPTER)*~*~*

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