Deep Emotion

Deep Emotion
Yuuri x Wolfram; lemony goodness in later chapters
Disclaimer: i dont own the yumminess that is Kyou Kara Maou, but if i did everyone would be screwing like horny dogs in almost every episode...yeah...

It had been a long time since Yuuri had accidentally embarked on his first journey to New Makoku, too long for Wolfram to attempt to remember the exact date. Typically, the blonde solider was good with dates, names, places, times and faces; but ever since the recent Maou arrived, subjects like that began to escape him. In the beginning it was because Yuuri had him under a spell, one with no counter. Wolfram’s initial attraction for the newcomer scared him; therefore he hid it with irritation and rage. That plan didn’t work because his smart mouth comments got him engaged to the King. He was insulted, he was shocked, he was...flattered. That is, until he realized that their precious new Maou knew nothing of the culture and had asked for his hand on accident. His sense of flattery soon faded into disappointment.

At first Yuuri really did annoy Wolfram, his naivety and indecisive behavior irked the blue clad boy. How anyone could possibly be so kind to everyone no matter what they had done or what they plotted to do escaped him but that was Yuuri, that was the way Yuuri was raised and Wolfram grew to love him for it.

Although Wolfram loved the way Yuuri could find a place for everyone in his heart, it also made him feel ignonimous. He didn’t feel special to his fiancé. Wolfram was sure that the way Yuuri felt about him was the same way that Yuuri felt about Conrad and Gunter. They were engaged, and being so beckons for certain treatment and affection. When Wolfram would question why Yuuri didn’t treat him differently, didn’t touch him, hug him or tell him how he felt or what he needed, he was only reminded of how their engagement was a sham.

And as soon as the love Wolfram harbored for his incidental fiancé was nurtured into fervency, the disappointment he had originally felt started to develop into a deeper feeling of depression. Like all people with depression, it enveloped him and launched new behaviors into his usual mix. Instead of getting angry and staying that way, he would let the topic of upset go, let it slide from his mind easily. He was also easily irritated, more so than people thought necessary of his common mood. It was easy for him to pretend to be well, when he knew all to well that he wasn’t. His pride would not allow him to confide unto anyone the pain he had buried deep inside himself, even though keeping it locked up inside was starting to wear away at his soul.

Wolfram would’ve liked to have believed that he kept to himself in order to be vicarious to his fiancé and brothers when he was really staying reticent in order to keep from becoming further hurt. He was scared; scared that if he told he would be seen as weak and inferior. No warrior wants that.

So Wolfram has arrived at a time in his life where he is unhealthy, lonely and sleeps more than he should. He had stopped sleeping in Yuuri’s bed a long time ago and his pride wouldn’t let him crawl back to it.

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“Wolfram?” Conrad called as he shook his younger half brother’s shoulders lightly, “Wake up Wolfram.”

Emerald eyes blinked open and languidly looked up at Conrad, whose face was contorted in concern. “What is it Weller?” he asked gruffly. Wolfram was still tired; he was always tired. He soon realized that sleep is enjoyable and he lost all desire to get up in the morning, he didn’t really see any point to it.

Conrad never got mad or annoyed; he tended to keep his cool and easy-going attitude. “It’s well past noon Wolfram, maybe you’re ill...” The older man lifted a hand to Wolfram’s forehead only to have it slapped away.

“I’m fine!” the blonde snapped, “I was just really tired last night, that’s all...”

Conrad furrowed his brow, “But you went to bed well before anyone else” he said pensively. Wolfram growled, becoming well aware and well afraid that his ever-perceptive brother would catch on to the reason of his dismay. “What has Yuuri Heika done now?”

Right on cue Conrad hit the problem directly on the head. “Nothing” was Wolfram’s simple answer. Short, curt and to the point, unlike most of Wolfram’s answers. But this little word meant more than what it meant, it implied a world of problems and Conrad was well aware of it.

Unable to resist the urge to comfort his younger blood, the older man tenderly ruffled Wolfram’s already mussed golden locks. “And that’s the problem, isn’t it? Are you depressed because he treats everyone the same and you want him to treat you special?”

“Kisama...” the younger man swore beneath his breath. As usual, Conrad was absolutely astute.

“Don’t hold it in Wolfram, it could hurt more than help—“

“I know that!” he breached, tears stinging at his eyes, “Don’t you think I know that? I’ve always known that, but I don’t want him to know, I don’t want him to pity me because I love him and he doesn’t love me...”

Conrad’s face crumbled into sadness as he leaned to hug his younger brother. Wolframs angry arms shoving him violently off his bed intercepted him. Conrad stumbled to his feet in recovery, turning to see Wolfram burrow into his sheets and quilts, seeking salvation.

“Just leave!” came Wolfram’s muffled scream. An awkward limb popped out of the covers and savagely tossed a pillow in Conrad’s direction. “I’m not coming out today, tell everyone I’m sick!”

Conrad sighed and started for the door when he was reprimanded one last time, “And if you tell Yuuri anything, ANYTHING, I’ll kill you myself!” Shutting the portal, the half human headed toward the dinning hall for lunch.

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