Retrieving Memories

A Kyou Kara Maou Fanfiction

(Sequel to 'Give Wolfram Back To Me')

Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot and my OCs, of course. Otherwise, this wouldn't be a fanfiction. Any resemblance to real life names, situations, etc. is pure coincidence.

All rights belong to Tomo Takabayashi, Temari Matsumoto, and Studio Deen

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Chapter 16

Yuuri's POV

I'm here in my room, laying down on the bed facing the ceiling… staring into nothing…

I locked the door. And even with their incessant knocks and calls, I don't bother to move an inch or even look towards the door. Now, there aren't any more knocks… they finally understood that I want to be alone and wallow in my own misery.

I lay here, wanting to contemplate on my choice of words and actions before; wanting to think of what to say when I meet Wolf again … but I couldn't even form the right thoughts.

I feel sad… but surprisingly not enough to cry…or maybe I'm still just shocked by the news. Because… the only thing that's going through my mind right now is… why?

Why didn't he say anything about his pregnancy?

Not to me… even when I said that I might not want to marry… even when I obviously am the father though I couldn't remember anything that transpired for the odds to lead to this situation.

Why did he just let me pour everything I've been bottling up on him whilst he was suffering on his own as well in his delicate state? He just took everything… and endured…

Why did he leave… alone… in the middle of the night… to who knows where… in a weakened state?

Why did his brothers not know about his pregnancy?… nor Gunter… nor me…

But that person, Catherine, knows…

Why did I even corner him and insist that we talk even when I know he's not ready for such conversation yet just because I want to solve things then and there?

Why did I think he was okay?… when I should have known he would be the most affected by me losing my memories.

Why did I say those words to him?…and even if I needed Wolf to know how I feel about the situation, looking back… my choice of words were inconsiderate. It's true that I was suffering, but everyone else was too. And the worst part was, I think they understood where I was coming from and why I reacted like that and said those words – none of them truly blamed me. Not even Wolfram.

I guess, I was also just thinking of myself at the time… I was emotionally unstable.

And I guess, Wolfram was as well when he ran away in the middle of the night… that's why I can't blame him for doing what he did.

Why… why am I not as sad as I should be with this situation… In fact, there's been a warm feeling in my chest since a while ago that I seem to just have noticed when I'm finally in solitude.

Is it because he's pregnant and I'm gonna be a father? Well, of course, we already have Greta and she's a wonderful child. But now, I'll have biological children of my own.

But why do I even feel this way? I'm so confused…

Why don't I find it weird that he got pregnant even though he's a man? I'm even kind of relieved that he's got that kind of function… But why am I relieved about that?

Why is it that even though I know what could have transpired between us for him to be pregnant, I don't feel the slightest bit disgusted or appalled? It even kinda makes me blush… But I thought I don't like him that way… I like girls, didn't I?

But why…?

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I finally looked sideways, towards the windows and saw that it was day break. Ha… It's already the next day.

Wolfram's POV

Again, I rode an empty carriage and paid for 5 people's worth and told the coachman to specifically drop us off in front of my father's estate. Not long after, "We're here, my lords."

I looked out the window and there it was, my place to escape from this whole ordeal. I wonder how my father will handle the news though. The guards at the gate seem confused and surprised by our arrival this early in the morning when my father isn't expecting anyone at all.

I stepped out of the carriage, Al followed and marveled at the sight before him. It was by no means smaller than the main mansion of the Bielefelds in the middle of our territory.

"Oi, get someone to carry our luggage and have another inform my father of my arrival." I said as soon as both my feet were on the ground.

"W-We greet the youngest lord! We shall obey your command." the guards then scurried to do as they're told. And they were back shortly, with servants trailing behind them.

"Welcome back, youngest lord." the servants greeted.

"So, where are you off to now? You said that you're here for some business meeting. If you are planning to stay in an inn, I would be more than willing to let you stay in our estate for the duration of your business talks.," I told Al while the servants are taking my luggage, signaling for them to stop for a moment in case they also need to carry Al's luggage.

"I don't know if this is a mere coincidence but… may I ask if your family is the main trader of north redwood here in your area? And is the lord's assistant named Schulz Neumann?" he looked bewildered, and I was kinda taken aback too.

"Why, yes… then I guess you won't be needing to find lodging somewhere else. Please carry this man's luggage as well and prepare a room for him. Inform Sir Schulz of him as well, he is here as my guest and as someone who would like to do business with our family. Be respectful, his name is Alatus Schreiber." I said to the servants.

"We greet Lord Schreiber." the servants and guards greeted him.

"Please follow us, Lord Schreiber. We'll show us to your room and inform Sir Schulz of your arrival." said Norma, the head maid.

We followed them inside and –

"Rammyyyyy!" two excited voices greeted me and it was from none other than my only sister, Willia; and from my brother Wilhelm. Yep, they're twins but look different from each other. Willia looks like our father while Wilhelm took after their mother. I guess you could say that bearing twins run in my father's side of the family.

They're older than me and Conrad, but they're younger than Gwendal. Their mother was my father's first wife, but she died while giving birth. But I heard from the maids' gossiping that even if she had survived the childbirth, she would have divorced my father as their marriage was only arranged and they couldn't really care much for each other. And that while pregnant with my siblings, she seems to have fallen for another woman whom she met in a salon.

As Willia was about to tackle me to the ground in a tight hug like she always do, yes… she's a bit of a tomboy, I panicked.

"Wait! Sister! Not this time, please," I tried to stop her but it seems she's determined to do her thing. My only option was to dodge in time. As I was about to, Al shielded me from the front and yelled.

"Don't! He's pregnant!" Al's voice echoed as everyone went silent with the news.

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"He's what!?" A poorly concealed shock and … was it anger that accompanied the voice coming from the person up the staircase. It was my father.

"It's been a while… Chichiue."

(TO BE CONTINUED)