Hey readers, this is the next chapter for Whispers in the Dark. It's a bit short but I really enjoy how this turned out. There is a lot that happens so I hope you all enjoy and review.
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Gwendal sat behind his desk, his hand folded together, a cold look on his face as he wrote something down on one of the forms on his desk.
He was nervous. He rarely got nervous, but this was one of those times. That messenger from earlier. He didn't seem normal. Almost familiar! Gwendal didn't know what it was but it was driving him mad.
He sat back in his chair, he groaned and rubbed his temples. This is supposed to be the Maou's job. He's the one who should be stressing over this, but he didn't seem to notice at all, even with Wolfram's judgment, he still saw nothing wrong. How can he be so naive?
"It's safe to say that everyone has noticed something was odd about that man" Conrart voiced.
Gunter stood up from his chair. "That messenger was indeed no one friendly. I could feel the hate radiating off of him."
"We just have no idea who the hate was centered on. Was it Saralegui? Or was it really young master?" Yosak said.
"I think it was his Highness." Gunter interrupted. "I've never seen so much anger centered on one person, hidden so well before."
Gwendal sighed. He stood up from his chair and looked out the window behind him.
"Yuri is in danger. We must protect him. I want the guards doubled at all entrances. Make sure no one gets in. We will guard the areas around him until we can conclude this threat has passed." Gwendal ordered.
He was not going to let anything happen to Yuri. He was someone who needs constant monitoring because of his reckless and naive nature. That kind I'd behavior is dangerous to himself and everyone around him.
"Speaking of his Highness, didn't he head out to the gardens with Wolfram?" Conrart pointed out.
Gunter shot up from seat, a look of worry on his face. "Highness, oh his Highness, we must find him and protect him."
"Calm down Gunter, his Highness is safe for now. He's with Wolfram. Not to mention he can handle a sword himself. We just need to get the guards situated." Gwendal said, raising his voice.
"Then we must leave at once." Gunter said before quickly leaving the room.
"Gunter's love for his Highness still hasn't changed. In fact I think it's gotten stronger." Conrart observed.
"That doesn't matter. Let's just get moving. Anything can happen at any time." Gwendal said as he moved away from his desk.
Conrart quickly followed after him. He sensed in himself that whatever was going to happen, was nothing to take lightly.
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As they walked through the gardens, Wolfram kept his eye out for anything and anyone suspicious. It was his job to keep Yuri safe. Greta was no exception. She was their daughter. She must always be kept safe from harm.
Wolfram tightened his hold on his sword; he kept it close as he kept watch. Something was near, but he couldn't identify it. What was it?
"Wolfram relax," Yuri put a hand on the blonde's shoulder. "No one is out to get me. You're just overreacting!"
"Overreacting," Wolfram's eye twitched in annoyance. "Yuri this is serious. Everyone, not just me, noticed something was up with that man. Trust me on this."
Yuri just stared at Wolfram; he knew the blonde was worried about him. He always was. Greta tightened her hold on Yuri's hand.
"Wolfram, I trust you to protect me, but I can also protect myself. I don't need you babying me. I may only be a high school kid who became king, but I'm not completely useless." Yuri said, standing his ground.
Wolfram narrowed his eyes. "I know that. You may be a wimp who can handle himself in a fight, all I'm asking is you take this seriously. I can't have you dying on me yet."
"Who the hell said anything about death? It was just an angry messenger. You need to calm down." Yuri shouted.
"Papa Yuri you really should listen to daddy Wolfram." Greta complained. She looked up at Yuri, eyes shining with worry. "I want us to be happy, and this arguing is only going to make you too miserable. So just calm down! I'm sure whatever is going on Gwendal is taking care of it."
"Yuri," Wolfram removed his hand from the handle of his sword. He smiled to himself before he got down on knee and ruffled Greta's hair. "Greta is right. Useless arguing will get us nowhere. We just have to be cautious but continue on as if nothing is going on."
All I want is to protect you, Yuri. That was all Wolfram wanted! He wants to protect his fiancé with his life. He wants Yuri to be happy.
"Alright," Yuri took hold of Wolfram's wrist and pulled him back up to his feet. "We may as well go get ready for tea time. I think the maids are making something extra special for lunch today."
"Yay, Effe makes the best sweets." Greta said. She grabbed Yuri's wrist and began dragging him along with her. Wolfram was dragged along as well since Yuri has yet to release him. "Let's go."
"Calm down Greta, there will be plenty left." Yuri cried.
Greta just giggled as she ran. She wanted to distract them from all of their stress. And by what she could tell. She was doing it well.
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Yuri smiled as they walked through the gardens, his hand in Greta's. He loved seeing his daughter's smiling face. She was his world. He couldn't imagine his life without her.
Yuri looked back at Wolfram, he looked distracted, his hand on the handle of his sword as he kept his stance as they walked. Yuri wanted to tell him how stupid he looked, but kept it to himself. He knew Wolfram was protective of him and Greta. It was a bit much, but Yuri appreciates it. He's glad that he has so many people looking out for him.
Yuri looked back at Wolfram again, he was still looking around. He was tense. Yuri sighed. "Wolfram relax," he placed his hand on the blonde's shoulder, he felt Wolfram jump from surprise but relax when he realized it was just him. "No one is out to get me. You're just overreacting!"
"Overreacting," He saw Wolfram's brow twitch in annoyance. Did I say something wrong? "Yuri this is serious. Everyone, not just me, noticed something was strange about that man. Trust me on this!"
Yuri just stared at the blonde, he knew that Wolfram was worried but wasn't this a bit much? He didn't notice anything. Then again, it was the same with Sara. He put on this innocent look to fake him out. But, Yuri still trusts Sara.
But this was different. This was one of his messengers. Did his own staff not like him? Yuri couldn't believe that. Saralegui was an incredible leader. Sure, they didn't like him before that changed once he gained their trust.
Just what is going on? Yuri growled to himself. Greta tightened her hold on his hand.
"Wolfram I trust you to protect me, but I can also protect myself." I want to protect you too. "I don't need you babying me. I may only be a high school kid who became king, but I'm not useless." Yuri said, standing his ground.
He wasn't useless. He can protect others. He's done so before. So, why was Wolfram still treating him this way? Did he still not trust him?
Wolfram narrowed his eyes at Yuri. "I know that. You may be a wimp who can handle himself in a fight, all I'm asking is that you take this seriously. I can't have you dying on me yet!"
Death, was Wolfram worried about him getting killed? Are you serious?
"Who the hell said anything about death? It was just an angry messenger. You need to calm down." Yuri shouted.
Greta squeezed his hand again, harder this time. "Papa Yuri, you really should listen to to daddy Wolfram." Greta complained. She looked up at Yuri, her eyes shining with worry. Yuri felt his heart melt. "I want us to be happy, and this arguing is only going to make you two miserable. So just calm down! I'm sure whatever is going on, Gwendal is handling it."
Greta had a point. If it wasn't himself handling things, it was Gwendal. He was a great leader. Yuri was grateful to have him on his side.
"Yuri," Wolfram got down on one knee and ruffled his daughter's hair. Yuri smiled. "Greta is right. Useless arguing will get us nowhere. We just have to be cautious and continue on with our day as if nothing is going on."
Yuri took hold of Wolfram's wrist and pulled him back up to his feet. "Alright," he smiled at the blonde. "We might as well go get ready for tea time. I think the maids are making something extra special for lunch today."
His stomach was growling just thinking about it.
Greta was especially excited. She was practically jumping for joy. She grabbed Yuri's hand and quickly ran off with him, dragging him from behind. "Yay, Effe makes the best sweets." He heard Wolfram cry out from shock. He forgot he was still holding onto him. "Let's go."
"Calm down Greta, there will be plenty left." Yuri cried.
Greta just giggled at him.
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Saralegui sat back in the carriage, he watched from the side window at the scenery as it goes by. It was familiar to him. After being in the demon kingdom at one point, he remembers a lot of the landscape. He remembers how beautiful Shin Makuko was. He remembers when Yuri took him into the gardens, and the cherry blossoms flew off the trees like rain. He could remember it so clearly, like it was just yesterday. It was amazing. So beautiful! He remembers the feel of the soft petals gliding across his skin. It as enchanting!
He wonders if Yuri's touch is as soft as those petals. His fingers roaming his body, butterfly touches across his skin. His black eyes staring into his yellow ones! Bodies touching, sweat rolling down their skin.
He felt his cheeks heat up. "Why am I thinking such inappropriate things at a time like this?"
Yuri is engaged to marry, he cannot be thinking of having sexual thoughts about him with himself. That was wrong. But, he wished he could make it a reality. He's always found King Yuri attractive. He even haunted his dreams at points.
Saralegui sighed. He leaned on his hand as he waited to arrive at his destination.
"Yuri, I hope you will be as excited to see me, as I you!"
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As they sat at the table, tea already poured and piping hot, the family sat in their respective seats, looking at the scenery and the bone tribesmen fly overhead. Yuri watched as Greta looked around, her eyes moving from the flowers to the vase. She had a frown on her face.
"Greta, what's wrong?" Wolfram asked.
Greta looked over at Wolfram. She sighed. "Do you think we should pick some flowers? That vase is so empty. I want the table to be pretty."
"That sounds like a good idea." Yuri said.
Greta beamed and stood up from her seat. "Really Yuri, you mean it?"
"Yeah, I mean, flowers should be allowed to show their beauty in places other than the ground." Yuri said, stating his opinion.
"Great, let's go pick some flowers." Wolfram said.
Greta immediately ran off into the gardens. Wolfram and Yuri stood up and went after her. Greta left to gather a few Conrart stands tall upon the earth and Celi's Red Sigh. Those were some of her favorites because of their vibrant colors.
As she did that, Wolfram picked a few of Yuri's Naiveté. Why should be obvious! They reminded him so much of Yuri.
While they were doing that, Yuri wandered farther back into the gardens; he was looking for a certain flower patch he would run into a few times. They were very beautiful, so tall and vibrant with shining colors.
When he finally found it, he kneeled down in front of the patch. He looked over the flowers, a smile on his face. Beautiful Wolfram! Yuri brought his fingers to the petals, it's beautiful yellow color, just like Wolfram's hair, shined with the sun. He started to pick a few of the flowers, careful that he doesn't crush the stem.
"Why do I like these flowers so much?" Yuri asked himself.
He always wondered that. He was always a fan of the Conrart standing tall, but why the Beautiful Wolfram? There had to be a reason!
He stood up from the ground; he turned his back to the flower patch. He smiled, just examining the flowers. What is it?
"How nice to see you again; Maou!"
Yuri looked back behind, but was stoped by a rag over his face. He struggled against the man, but could not break free. He was getting light headed. He couldn't fight back. He could feel his head go limp. He was powerless. He couldn't move his body at all.
Wolfram...
He could feel his consciousness slipping. His heart was pounding in his chest. He felt the ground beneath his feet disappear. He felt defeated.
"Yuri, Yuri hang on."
Yuri opened his eyes, or tried. He saw Wolfram fighting off some of the men. Wolfram looked up at him, his eyes shook with worry. Wolfram closed his eyes, trying not to cry out before reopening them.
"YURI."
Yuri closed his eyes again; unable to keep them open any longer. He fell into unconsciousness. He could feel himself releasing the flowers. He wanted so badly to grasp them, to not drop them but he had no feeling in his fingers.
He should have listened.
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Wolfram stood up from in front of the flower patch, he looked around, he couldn't find Yuri. Panic began to overwhelm him. He clutched the flowers in his hands.
Where did he go? Wolfram started to walk around, he was worried about Yuri because of what happened earlier today. Did that man come back? Wolfram growled.
When he finally Yuri, he felt his whole body freeze. He watched as Yuri lost consciousness, his body limp in the arms of another. Wolfram felt the flowers in his hand drop out of his hands.
Yuri...
He quickly pulled out his sword; he was instantly surrounded by swordsmen. He kept hold of his sword, tight and secure in his hands.
"Yuri, Yuri hold on."
He swung his sword, one swing he was already in battle with two of the men. They pushed against him, trying to knock him off balance. But he pushed back harder. The two men stumbled back; Wolfram took the advantage and struck their sides, one with the dull edge of his blade and the handle of his sword. He watched as they fell to the ground.
He looked back over at Yuri, He watched as they took him, high into the air, a smirk on the man's face as he got farther and farther away from the blonde.
He closed his eyes, his fists clenched around his sword. He needed to get him down. He should use his fire, but, it could burn Yuri too. The last thing he wanted was to burn his fiancé.
He opened his eyes; he broke through the crowd of swordsman. He screamed.
"YURI."
They were able to escape. He watched as the flowers that were in Yuri's hand fall from the sky. They danced as they fell. They swirled and twirled against the wind. Wolfram lost feeling in his knees, they hit the dirt beneath him. He felt tears escaping his emerald eyes.
Yuri...
He grabbed one of the flowers that fell; he held it close to his heart. Yuri. He failed. He failed to save him. He should have went straight for the man holding Yuri, but got distracted by the men around him.
He punched the dirt. His knuckles felt small flashes of pain in them but he ignored it. He should go after him. That was obvious. But, he doesn't know where he is heading. He lost sight of him.
The men stayed their escape. Wolfram stood up, his hand held the Beautiful Wolfram. His eyes full of anger, rage as he looked at the men.
"Where do you think you're going?" Wolfram asked.
"Yes, where do you think you're going?" Conrart said.
Conrart chopped the back of the man's neck. He quickly lost consciousness and collapsed. The rest escaped. Wolfram clenched his fists at his sides.
"Damn it, this is all my fault."
"Wolfram, this is not your fault. It was just too much for you to handle on your own." Conrart explained.
"Wolfram, look who came to visit us!" Greta announced.
The two brothers looked over at Greta. Anger overwhelmed Wolfram as he saw him. The blonde smiled at him.
"It's a pleasure to see you again, Wolfram von Bielefeld."
"You," Wolfram tightened his hold on his sword. "You did this didn't you?"
"I don't understand." Saralegui said.
"You kidnapped Yuri. You took Yuri away for your own greedy ways didn't you." Wolfram glared at him. "I'll kill you." Wolfram ran at him. "I'll kill you."
He raised his sword high, he needed this. He never trusted Saralegui. He was right not to. It was his men that took Yuri away. He must pay for his crime.
"That's enough."
Wolfram lost all air in his lungs. He gasped for air, but he couldn't get enough back. He fell to his knees before blacking out.
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Wasn't that exciting? Yuri got kidnapped! *gasp* scary stuff man. And Saralegui *grins* What the hell was that Sara? Someone was getting dirty in the head? *smirks* Saralegui you amaze me sometimes.
Anyways, review time people. Tell what you thought. I appreciate it always.