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Yuri’s Secret
Written by:
chochowilliams
Disclaimer: I do not
own Kyo Kara Maoh! or the characters from
it. I do not make any money from the
writing of this story.
Summary:
There is one part of Yuri’s past that Wolfram knows nothing about.
Chapter summary: Yuri collapses
Warning: drama, romance, fantasy, language, M/M, Yuri/Wolfram
Inserts: ---
A/N: Thank you to XZanayu, Tepee712, Lisse08, XEOHE, Nikkie23534,
TenshiGosuperu, paskibraGirl, xYstUs, pandawolf, primaaryet, lilgulranime, Vaporwatergirl, Chevonne, Evadne
Aillil, SwordFeather, Sammy for your
reviews. Hope you enjoy it the next
installment.
+---+---+---+
(Last Time)
Yuri chuckled at the sight. Lady Celi was the same as always. Smothering Wolfram to her plump bosom.
It sure was good to be home.
His grin slipped.
Dropping his gaze to the floor, his hands clenched into tight
fists. Then he relaxed his grip. Lifting his head, he gazed at his
family. Conrart. Gwendal.
Anissina. Lady Celi. Günter.
Ken. Wolfram. And now Seraphina and Rey.
Shuichi narrowed his
eyes. “This has nothing to do with
society or how you were raised,” he continued.
For Jennifer was very open-minded and the least prejudicial person in
the world. Not even the Pope can say
that. Shuichi could not even say that
about himself. “No. This is about…’him’. Isn’t it?”
His cousin’s words echoed in his head. Yuri knew he had to tell Wolfram about
Kojiro. Wolfram deserved to know the
truth. But…
“Yuri.”
A soft voice spoke up from behind him.
“Greta!” Yuri
turned and caught sight of his daughter as she stepped into the room.
He loved his life here. As Demon King. As a father.
As a husband. All he wanted was
to concentrate on the future, but what was a future or even a present without a
past? Our pasts made us who we are. It laid the groundwork for what was to
come. It dictates our actions. All he wanted was to forget his. But would erasing what had been affect what
is or what will be? The last thing Yuri
wanted was to go back to that time, but did he really want to risk the future
of his husband and his children over such an unknown? That was the question.
+---+---+
Chapter 1:
Yuri’s First Secret
Kojiro.
Why was he the only memory from
back then that he could remember with such clarity? There were vague recollections that flit
around in his head, but nothing that was a clear as if he were reliving the
moment each time it rushed forth. He
could remember art class. Nap time on
his blanket that his grandma made for him.
Not knowing what his teacher’s name was and when he called her
“teacher”, she merely pointed at the clock, indicating that was her name. Then there was standing in a line before her
and deciding whether the hand she held out was the right pr the left one. He could remember getting it wrong the first
time because while it was her right, it was on his left. Then of course, there was him.
Him.
He has haunted his every
waking moment since then. No matter how
much time or distance came in-between
then and now. No matter how much
he may want to forget, something refused to allow him to do so. So instead, it replayed over and over again
in his head. It had handicapped his
every movement since. And it been
hindered his ability to see what was right in front of him. He had been blinded by the memory of what
happened back then and therefore had not seen the love he held for Wolfram
until it was almost too late. In fact,
if it hadn’t been for Shuichi, he would have remained blind, ignorant and
completely naïve.
Like Shuichi said, he could
not let what happened all those years ago continue to run his life. Just because he finally confessed his love to
Wolfram, just because they were a normal tow parent family, did not mean that
his past was entirely that. No, all he
managed to do was shut the memory back into the chest and lock it away in a
forgotten corner of the attic. But like
the never-ending sequels of a horror movie, the chest never really remained
hidden, forgotten or locked away. That
was why it was time. After keeping
Kojiro a secret from his beloved all of these years, it was time Wolfram
learned the truth, the truth behind the one secret that has been kept from him.
Yuri did not like lying to
Wolfram. He did not like keeping things
from him. So, even though bringing up
such a painful moment from his past was going to be nothing short of torturous,
it had to be done.
+---+---+
Leaning over the railing,
Yuri gently stroked his daughter’s cheek.
She felt warm and her face was flushed.
He hoped Seraphina was not coming down with something. Concerned, he checked on Rey- sleeping just
as peacefully as his older twin sister- in the second crib. He frowned as he felt his son’s
forehead. Nothing. Rey felt normal. Strange.
If anything, Rey was slightly cooler to the touch. Both he and Seraphina have been like this for
the last several weeks, ever since what was essentially the demon’s equivalent
to a baptism. Was it connected
somehow? He’d have to ask Murata.
Yuri knew exactly what he was
doing. Stalling. Delaying the inevitable. A wimp.
Guess Wolfram was right.
Straightening, he let his
lids drift shut and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself
down. And he gripped the railing in an effort to quiet his trembling
hands. Nothing was working. His
heart. Yuri clutched a hand to his
chest. It was pounding so hard. So loud.
It was making it difficult to breath.
“Shit,” he panted.
His knees were knocking. His legs felt like rubber. They were so weak, they couldn’t hold his
weight. Wrapping an arm around his
churning stomach, Yuri slowly sank to the floor. He could feel the coolness of the stones
through the thin fabric of his black uniform pants. When his son’s crib started see-sawing before
him, Yuri clamped his eyes closed.
This was nuts. Crazy.
Absolutely insane. Why did just a
fleeting ghost of a memory of “him” drop him to his knees and turn him into a
sniveling gutless weakling? It wasn’t
such a big deal, was it?
There was a gasp. “Yuri!”
“Wolf…” Yuri managed to
whisper as his vision narrowed and grew dark.
The last thing he could remember was hearing the sound of running feet
drawing near. Then…nothing.
+---+---+
“What’s wrong with him?”
Wolfram demanded over the panic driven beat of his pulse. He paced back and forth in front of the bed,
bouncing his son on his hip as the boy continued to howl. Wolfram growled. “And where’s Rey bottle?!” Dammit!
If Rey would be more quiet and calm like his sister, life would be so
much easier.
“Right here, Your Highness!”
Wolfram glared at Sangria as
the maid scurried into the chamber. She
held a bottle in one hand and her other hand held up her blue dress. “It’s about time,” he bit as he snatched the
bottle roughly.
“I’m, I’m terribly sorry, Your highness,” Sangria stuttered.
“Now, Wolfram-“
“Don’t you start with me Lord
Weller,” Wolfram snapped at his brother.
His emerald green eyes flashed his annoyance.
“If you cannot quiet down, I
will have to remove you from the room.”
“What?!” Wolfram turned towards Gisela in
disbelief. “Yuri is my husband. I have the right-“
“And as my patient, I have
the right to exam His Majesty and I also have the right to remove those who
cause any sort of disturbance that may interfere with the care of my patients.”
Wolfram gulped.
“Wolfie, dear, let me do
that.”
“Hello, Mother,” Conrart
greeted as Lady Celi glided into the room.
“When did you arrive?”
“Just now.” She gently scooped her grandson out of her
little Wolfie’s arms. Then she took the
bottle. The moment the nipple was laid
against little Rey’s lips, the two –month-old took hold of it and started
suckling. It was almost as if this was
his first meal in a week. Lady Celi
giggled lightly as Rey turned himself into her chest. “I rushed right over as soon as I heard His
Majesty had collapsed.”
With his eyes as big as
saucers and as dark as night, Rey stared up at his grandmother.
“What?” she cooed.
Rey giggled around the
nipple.
His arms now free, Wolfram
scurried to his husband’s side.
“How is His majesty, Gisela?”
Lady Celi inquired.
Gisela shook her head. “I cannot seem to find anything wrong with
His Majesty.”
“What?”
“Impossible.”
“But how can that be?”
Gisela shook her head. “I wish I knew.” There was nothing physically wrong with the
King. At least nothing that she could
find. So the answer had to lie somewhere
else. Perhaps, mentally?
---
Thirteen Years Ago
“Sho-chan! Oh,
Sho-chan!”
“What is it Yu-chan?”
“Slide!”
Shori followed his little brother’s finger, jabbing
eagerly through the air. There across
the street was a playground. Not only
did it have the jungle gym that was just becoming popular, but it also had the
traditional playground equipment such as swings and of course slides.
“Can we go, Sho-chan?”
Shori glanced down into his little brother’s big, dark
eyes framed by those cute little pigtails and felt himself
cave in. “Okay.”
“Yeah! Yeah!”
“But only for a little bit,” Shori added. “We have to get home.”
“Okay! C’mon,
Sho-chan!”
Shori couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he allowed
himself to be dragged across the street.
---
Present – Japan
Shori heaved a heavy
sigh. Fingering his hair, he laced his fingers
behind his head. Tipping his head back,
he stared up lankly at the ceiling.
“Yuri.” A muffled giggle drew his
attention. Shori dropped his hands and
spun around. “Who’s there?” he demanded.
A pink head appeared around
the door. “Hey!”
“Oh, it’s you.” Shori replied
with a bored tone.
Shuichi pouted dramatically
as he stepped into his cousin’s room.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
Shori sighed again. “Nothing.”
He spun back towards his computer and booted the system. “So, what’re you doing here?”
“I came to see, Yuri.”
“He’s not here.”
“Yeah. That’s what your mom said.” Shuichi threw himself onto Shori’s bed and
giggled when he bounced. The bed was so
high and Shuichi being on the short side meant that his feet hung a good half a
foot from the floor.
“So?” Shori drawled as he
opened internet explorer. “You know Yuri
isn’t here. What are you still doing
here?”
Shrugging, Shuichi leaned
back on his hands and started swinging his legs. “Waiting for Eiri.”
“Oh?” Shori commented with
little interest.
“Yup. He dropped me off on his way to pick up his
medicine.”
“Hm.”
“I heard Yuri and Wolfram
eloped.”
“…” Shori sighed.
His mother sure had a big mouth.
“…Apparently.”
“It’s too bad. I really thought it would have been cool to have
a double wedding.” Shuichi pouted.
“You wouldn’t have been able
to either way,” Shori said in the same dull, dead tone.
Shuichi folded his arms
behind his head and laid back. “I
know. It still would’ve been cool.”
“Whatever,” Shori mumbled.
“Hey! Did you see the babies, yet?”
“…Yeah.”
“And?” Shuichi prodded
enthusiastically, sitting up.
“…And what?”
Shuichi sighed in
disgust. He flopped onto his back. Draping his hands over his eyes, he stared up
at the ceiling. “It’s not your fault ya
know,” he whispered into the silence.
“What are you talking about
now?”
Propping up onto his elbows,
Shuichi glanced across the darkened bedroom at Shori. The only light came from the front of the
screen that highlighted the upper front half of the college student’s
body. Shuichi cocked his head to the
side. “What happened back then,” he
continued as if his cousin hadn’t spoken.
The rapid clacking of the
keys halted as Shori froze.
“Oh, Shu-chan! Yuki-san is here!”
Shuichi’s face
brightened. He jumped to his feet. “Okay!
I’ll be right there Aunt Jennifer!” he called down.
“Shuichi…”
“Hm?” His thoughts full of his fiancé, Shuichi
turned towards Shori.
“…How…?”
“Baka!”
Shuichi straightened and his
grin widened.
“Let’s go!”
“’Kay!” Shuichi called
back. “See ya, Shori.”
Shori jumped to his
feet. “Shu…” But his cousin was already gone. He ran his fingers through his hair. For someone who only graduated from high
school because he cheated, his pink-haired cousin sometimes saw a little more
than the average person.
“It’s not your fault ya know. What happened back then.”
Shuichi may be right. Logically, he knew that. But…Yuri was his little brother and it was
his job to look out for him, to protect him.
That day, he failed.
---TBC---
A/N:
Was it worth the wait? What did
you think?
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