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Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maou. I only own the anticipation I have for Halloween and Halloween parties! It’s one of the best times of the year and I can’t wait lol.

Chapter 13- Yuuri Renewed

The moment had come, Yuuri was directly in front of Sai as he lunged forward, only having to thrust his sword in front of him another few inches to pierce Yuuri, killing the Demon King once and for all…

“YUURI!” Conrad yelled. He was too far away.

“AGGH!”

Yuuri eyes bulged as Sai’s sword went into him. He looked down and the last thing he saw before he vision became too blurry was his own blood trailing down Sai’s sword, dripping onto the ground…

It was hard to see.

It was harder to breathe.

And it was even harder for Yuuri to accept that he failed in his mission to protect everyone.

“SHIBUYA!!!!” Murata yelled, effectively drawing any and everyone’s attention towards the battle. Greta couldn’t see through the dark well, but after staring and adjusting her eyes, she could clearly make out who it was that had a sword in their chest. Her mind went blank, not able to comprehend anything. She heard a loud noise, somebody screaming, and it wasn’t until she felt her throat burn that she realized she was the one screaming out for her Daddy, tears leaking from her eyes rapidly.

Around her, although not audibly, Gisela, Gwendal, Anissina, Cecile, Murata, and Yozak all shared her shock and pain.

Sai pulled his sword from Yuuri in one swift, not-to-gentle motion. As soon as it was out completely, Yuuri fell.

Conrad felt his voice caught in his throat at the sight of Yuuri collapsing on the ground. Sai whipped his sword to one side, making Yuuri’s blood jump from it before Sai slid it back into its sheath in one smooth motion. He turned his back to Yuuri and started to walk away without a word.

Sai had taken no more than two steps before he turned on the dime and drew his sword back out, blocking the incoming attack from a pissed off, grief stricken Conrad.

The expression Sai saw from Conrad surprised him for a few brief moments. The usual soft, peaceful brown eyes that Conrad held were no longer there, as the hardened, merciless, unforgiving eyes of a murderer had replaced them. The look Sai received was one every enemy who faced Conrad during the war so many years ago received before they were killed by the Lion of Luttenburg.

Sai pushed of Conrad’s sword and backed away, trying to create distance. However Conrad’s primal and battlefield instincts took over as he closed in on Sai before the ninja recovered, speeding forward at a pace that nearly matched his own. Conrad gripped his sword tightly and sliced his sword upward in a maneuver meant to kill.

In the hallway, Yozak felt a terrible chill run up his spine. He didn’t know why that was, but for some reason he became really worried about Conrad…

Sai barely dodged the attack and parried the next one with a hard kick to Conrad’s side. Conrad ignored the pain and caught the ninja’s foot, maneuvering so that he fell on his opposite side, and using that momentum while still holding Sai’s foot, twisted Sai’s ankle to bring Sai down with him. Conrad effortlessly rolled to his feet and in a flash without a second thought, struck his sword out, aiming directly between Sai’s eyes. The sight of Yuuri in his condition made Conrad snap, sending his mind back to darker times where all he felt he was, was an assassin. Sai was so caught off guard by the sudden change in Conrad that he couldn’t compensate in time, Conrad’s sword coming directly towards him.

The only thing that stopped Conrad from impaling the ninja was Kane suddenly appearing and knocking Conrad’s sword away. The feel of his wrist being snapped as the sword flew from his hand brought the soldier back to the present. He was so intent and focused on exterminating his objective that he wasn’t sure what had happened.

“Whew kid, seems like I got to ya just in time. I’ve never seen ya that off before.” Kane commented.

Sai didn’t give a reply, but stood up and stared Conrad directly in the eyes, trying to see what was just there. What he saw just then, Sai decided he would have to ask him if this was what Conrad was like back then.

Coming back to his senses, Conrad calmed back down, but only slightly, just enough not to let his emotions overrun his actions and allow him to act so recklessly again. Bloody rage still filled his veins just from being within a perimeter of Sai, his bones rattling with the need for vengeance.

Sai recognized this, but now had his guard up against any surprise attacks or sudden abilities from Conrad. Heather and Yama appeared at his side then. All four ninjas had Conrad surrounded.

But before anything could be said or done, a loud powerful gush of wind appeared from nowhere. The force of it was so strong Conrad was about to be blown away, he had no idea where it came from. Seeing the ninjas fighting to get their bearings and struggle to talk over the loud whistle of the wind, he could guess they were just as surprised as he was.

“Argh, what is this?” Heather shouted.

“Ugh, it’s coming from…” Kane’s voice was drowned out by the sudden force.

Now there was an even louder whistle and stronger gust, and no one could fight it any longer. Conrad, Sai, Kane, Heather, and Yama were all blown away a few long yards.

Murata and everyone else retreated deeper in the hallway to avoid the harshest portion of the wind, however the loud whistle of the sudden gust didn’t help their ears as it as intensified by the echo of the hallway.

“What’s going on?! What is all this?!” Gwendal yelled.

“Ugh, I don’t know, but I hope it’s something good!!” Yozak yelled back.

Murata knew what it was as soon as it started, thanks to his connection. “It’s Shibuya!!” he shouted.

In the center of all this wind was Yuuri, still lying on the ground, although not for long. Like a jolt of electricity, the sudden rush of power and energy being released shocked Yuuri to the point that his body was shaking in spasms. It shook and shuddered involuntarily, and he started to glow that familiar light blue light that grew brighter and brighter until it became a blinding white sphere that completely engulfed him. Conrad couldn’t see anything because the light was so distorting.

It was so powerful that even Sai and his ninjas, Murata, Yozak, Cecile and everyone else including the soldiers and spectators in the castle and along various parts of the wall had to turn their heads.

Murata, being the only other one connected to Yuuri besides Wolfram, felt the massive power shift within Yuuri, the overwhelming power struggle that was taking place. Just the sheer magnitude of how much power was transitioning around it was astonishing, but because Murata’s primary connection was through to Yuuri’s power, the portion of it Murata was able to feel caused him to start shaking and convulse.

Gripping his chest tightly, Murata dropped to the ground, feeling the rush that Yuuri felt, but his body was not able to handle even just the small portion he felt. It was causing his own body to spasm and made it nearly impossible to breathe, making him feel as though he was suffocating under the weight of it all.

“Sage!” Yozak called, shielding his eyes from the light to not be blinded indefinitely by its great intensity.

Yuuri’s powerhouse of light altogether lasted merely only a minute or two, before it dimmed down as suddenly as it appeared. As soon as it did, Murata was able to gain control of his own body once again, coughing up blood and trying to regulate his breathing once more. Yozak made his way over to him. “Sage, you okay?” Murata raised a hand to stop Yozak while collected himself, then slowly raised himself up onto his knees, mostly overwhelmed and weary with all the intensity he abruptly experienced.

“Yes, I’m fine, and I suspect Shibuya is too, seeing as neither one of us died right then.”

Murata stood up and took a few wobbly steps towards where Yuuri was, leaning against the wall. “So, you’ve past the first phase Shibuya, you’ve contained the power. Great. Now comes the real test, for whose in control? Do you control the power, or will you be controlled.” Murata erupted into a coughing fit, then calmed back down. “I sternly hope for the first…”

Conrad picked himself up from the spot on the ground that he landed hard on. He could see now, the blinding light subsiding a few minutes ago. “Yuuri!” he absently called.

With Yuuri on his mind, Conrad spun his head around to find out what happened, only to see that his godson was in spectacular condition.

Floating a foot off the ground encased in trademark light blue power with his arms confidently crossed in front of him was Yuuri, a whole new Yuuri. Not the innocent boy that once walked the halls of the castles, nor the Maou-mode Yuuri that only appeared when he was hell-bent on punishment. This Yuuri was completely different, yet a combination of the two.

The power glistening from Yuuri was brighter and more intense than usual, but with an aura of confidence that commanded obedience. His hair was longer in the fact that it draped just past the collar of his shirt. Even his eyes were somewhat of a mystery, not cat-like slits nor innocent round orbs, but settling with an in-the-middle combination that seemed rather odd but for Yuuri seemed to fit just right.

The real mystery was what was behind his eyes. A variety of traits could be found, small traces of the gentle side of boy-Yuuri, along with traces of the vengeful, justice seeking Maou-Yuuri, along with…something else, something that seemed to take over now that wasn’t evident in Yuuri before, yet at the same time something seemed to be lacking, or rather, replaced.

His cuts and bruises had gone; even his gash and his inherited wound from Wolfram had disappeared. The stab to his chest was no more, appearing to never have existed. It seemed as if Yuuri was in peak condition.

Yuuri floated in the air silently, allowing his newfound power to settle. It was a whole new feeling, different. He felt different in every physical, emotional, and mental aspect. He felt smarter, surer of himself, more confident. The sensation was absolutely astounding. He felt as if no one could touch him, above where he was previously. As one from earth would say, he felt on top of the world. Still, for some strange reason, he felt as if there was one key piece missing, a crucial element not where it was suppose to be…

Nevertheless, this power, it invigorated him, made him feel as if he was reborn into a new era.

Sai looked onto Yuuri, noticing the differences. He was only slightly irritated, having been so close to ending the Demon King’s life, and skipping ahead to a new phase in his lord’s plan. However, this proved to put him and the group into a whole new predicament. Yuuri had tapped into the rest of his power, which, Sai wouldn’t hesitate to guess, would probably prove limitless.

“Yuuri…” Conrad stared, impressed and transfixed by the boy’s transformation. He approached Yuuri’s floating figure, a soft smile in place, and small tears in his eyes for his godson’s survival. “Yuuri, this is amazing. You’ve certainly grown now.”

Yuuri smirked. “Yes, it certainly is marvelous, isn’t it?” Even Yuuri’s voice seemed to deepen a notch. “But I’ve done more than grow, Conrad. I’ve been reborn.” Yuuri held his hand out and lazily lifted a finger. Morgif, who was laying on the ground somewhere, was encased in blue light as he floated over to Yuuri’s hand. Conrad was slightly confused, Yuuri was acting strangely.

From farther observances, Murata was starting to have a real bad feeling. “Something really isn’t settling with me.”

Yama, Heather, and Kane assembled beside Sai. Kane whistled. “Wow, kid’s gotten stronger, alil too much stronger if you ask me. This ain’t lookin too good if you ask me.”

“Commander, what do you want to do?” Heather asked. Sai said nothing. He stepped forward, drawing his sword stealthily.

“Yuuri, are you sure you’re alright?” Conrad asked. Instantly, Yuuri’s smirk was replaced by an expression of great displeasure. “Conrad, do you dare question me?”

“What?” Ok, now Conrad officially knew that something was wrong. Yuuri never spoke that way.

“Yuuri’s what’s gotten into you, you-”

“Silence! Your impertinence shall not be tolerated. How dare you question your king? You should be happy you’ve done well, for I shall turn the other cheek for now. However, another insolent word will see you punished.”

Murata clenched his chest, a sudden dark feeling felt through his connection proving his warning instincts right. Physically, Yuuri seemed fine, but on the inside, Yuuri’s power was overthrowing his will. If this keeps up, the Yuuri they know will be gone forever.

It was starting to turn into a real dangerous situation, for everyone.

“Conrad!” he shouted, “Shibuya’s power is taking over, he tapped into it too soon. If he doesn’t get a grip on things now, then we’ll lose him forever, along with an outta control Maou on the rampage!” Audible gasp came from behind Murata. “Is that true, will Yuuri be gone?” Greta asked.

“If he can’t fight back and get things under control, then I’m afraid so.”

Yuuri looked over towards where Murata was. “The Sage knows not what he is talking about. I am fine. I feel invincible, powerful, and in control. Nothing is wrong, everything is absolute.”

Conrad didn’t know what to do. “Yuuri, this isn’t you, you’re acting strangely out of character, almost inconsiderate, and you’re better than that-”

Yuuri turned fully towards Conrad, becoming very irritated. “I am growing tired of your snide comments. You and your spineless, powerless tongue dare say that I am not me? That I am better than this? What sort of ridicule is this? Look at me! Look at me Conrad!! This is me, and I’ve never felt better! Perhaps it is your jealously and vexation of not being the Demon King that keeps you from speaking with respect like you ought.”

“Run Conrad!!” Murata yelled. He could feel what was going to happen next.

“As king, it is my duty to make sure my servants know how to respectfully speak to those above them. But since you can’t seem to get that part right, then allow me to help transition you to a position where you are most useful, in the other world.”

Yuuri pulled his fingers back and before Conrad could turn or dodge, Yuuri waved them forward, sending Morgif flying at Conrad’s head. The poor soldier was so caught off guard by Yuuri he didn’t stand a chance.

Right before it could slice through however, Conrad felt himself being tackled to the ground, the weight of another body coming down on him hard from behind. “You!” Conrad heard Yuuri say, “How dare you interfere with my actions?”

Conrad thought that maybe Yozak saved him, or maybe Gisela healed Gwendal and he rushed over, or as a long shot maybe even the Sage dashed in. But as he looked up towards the group, Gwendal, Murata, and Yozak were all back in the hallway, even though Yozak looked like he was on his way over.

The body got off of him and stood. When Conrad looked back, he was surprised to find that it was no one but one of the ninjas that had been trying to kill them, whom he almost killed, the leader himself, Sai.

Conrad jumped up and backed away as Sai and Yuuri faced each other. In an instant, three others appeared at Sai’s side, opposing Yuuri and blocking him from confronting Conrad.

“You four, do you realize that interference with the Maou conducts capital punishment upon you?”

Sai looked at Yuuri with cool, calm eyes. He said nothing, nor did any of the other ninjas.

“Does your silence suggest you comprehend accurately, or that you lack the intelligence to even begin to understand anything?” Still, Sai gave no response to Yuuri, but instead turn his head slightly back to see Conrad. “You should leave now. It’s dangerous to remain here.”

Yuuri’s eyes narrowed. “How boorish of you to ignore me, look at me while I’m speaking to you.”

Conrad was confused. When he thought about it, his godson Yuuri, who he’s sworn to protect, just tried to kill him but he was saved by his enemy, the leader nonetheless, even after trying to kill him, because he thought the leader had killed Yuuri.

“Why did you-”

“Do not think that I will interfere twice to spare you of your life. Leave, or stay at your own risk.” Sai turned his attention back to Yuuri.

“It’s your choice.”

Conrad was perplexed to what to do. He heard the Sage calling for him behind him, and since he didn’t know what was going on, he figured it was best to just fall back for now.

Yuuri watched as Conrad carefully backed away towards where the group waited for him by the gate. He turned his eyes back to Sai. “You, although you say nothing, you have no fear in holding your vulgar tongue in your actions. Your eyes lack any signs of respect for authority. Why is that?”

Sai’s eyes never waivered. “Although I hate many things in the world, one thing that I hate most are those with so much power that they are blind to the fact that they’re consumed by it, allowing arrogance and ignorance to rule.”

“You accuse me of abusing my power?”

No answer.

“Do the rest of you feel the same?” he asked of Yama, Heather, and Kane. Loyal to Sai, they also said nothing. The look in their eyes said it all.

“Very well then. At this moment, you have sealed your fate, and your execution is imminent.”

Right when Yuuri was about to swing his finger and make Morgif strike once again, the ninjas anticipated it, moving within a flash of a second to back away. Sai took out his sword and stepped in front of the group, with Yama right behind him and the other two on either side.

Yama stomped the ground and created stone chains that rose up from under Yuuri and entrapped each of his limbs, then twisted his foot so that each chain coiled so tight it would actually crush the limb of any ordinary man. Yuuri did nothing but allowed himself to be captured. Sai, Kane, and Heather rushed forward while the chains were tightening and struck at the non-moving Yuuri from their respective side, a combo attack that would leave an enemy slice and diced.

Their swords connected with Yuuri, and stopped. Yuuri started laughing, slowly at first, before gaining volume. “Hehehe… you really think that’s going to work on me again? Hahahahaha…”

With one mighty expulsion of power, Yuuri blew away the ninjas and the chains as if they were nothing more than pieces of paper in the wind. “Hahahaha, did you really think you had me? What kind of fool do you take me for?!”

Yuuri laughed hysterically before suddenly calming down. “You fools really don’t know who you’re dealing with, do you? Allow me to demonstrate!” Yuuri lifted his hand and at first a twister formed, before it became a whirlpool of almost of equal size as he, and another water dragon, but this time bigger and more menacing looking with more teeth, came flying out towards the group.

“Move!” Sai ordered, jumping out of the way just at the dragon dived at him. It had quick reflexes as it quickly turned without a moments notice and went after Yama. Not able to outrun it, Yama stepped hard into the ground and used his element to propel himself along the dirt at a much faster speed. Yuuri laughed. “Do you really think you can outrun me?”

While at first the dragon was falling behind, another boost from Yuuri and it increased its speed dramatically. Yama kicked it into gear, pushing himself as fast as he could move around the courtyard to avoid the dragon.

Seeing him as distracted, Kane circled around until he was behind Yuuri, and ran as fast as he could to strike the power-obsessed king down. Yuuri sense it coming, and while still holding an arm up to control the dragon, he turned and faced the oncoming ninja, flashing his eyes a deep blood red, like in the bedroom.

Sai saw an opportunity and silently but swiftly crept underneath the dragon’s body leading back to Yuuri’s body, planning a strike from below. When he was in position, and he saw that he was still unnoticed, Sai took his sword and with a mighty thrust aimed to run it though the Maou’s jaw to the top of his head. Unfortunately for him, his strike was blocked, and Yuuri hadn’t moved. Kane had a deep, glowing blood red aura surrounding his body and sword, and he had his sword held out blocking the path.

Kane knocked Sai back from Yuuri and ran straight for him, slicing and striking towards his commander. “Sorry kid, I can’t help it, he, he did something.” Sai dodged and dodged, not initially wanting to kill his right hand man. He looked at Yuuri, and noticed that eyes were red. Add that to the fact Kane would never truly oppose him, and how Yuuri looked when Sai himself was being controlled against his will in the bedroom, and he knew exactly what happened. However, it didn’t call for the evil-like aura Kane had, but Sai figured it was just an added upgrade because of Yuuri’s transformation.

Heather, noticing the predicament everyone else was in, knew she was the last one and decided the Maou was concentrating on too many things at once to be able to stop her.

She ran headfirst towards Yuuri, gaining speed and wanting to make sure she struck hard enough to pierce and kill. She approached and swung, only to find herself blocked also by Morgif, also being controlled by Yuuri.

Yuuri smirked. “Foolish girl.” She jumped back and the sword came after her, attacking and leaving her with nothing to do but defend.

If the rush of power from before wasn’t enough, this partial display of power made Yuuri feel even more invincible. Whatever he felt was missing earlier, was forgotten and no longer mattered. He wasn’t sure how he lived life before, or who he even was before, but now, he was a whole new Yuuri, allowing his powers to flow freely.

Murata stood looking on, pushing his glasses up with much worry. “This is exactly as I feared.” He said. Conrad joined him as well as Yozak. “Commander, are you alright?” Conrad nodded. “Yes, I’m fine.”

“We all saw what happened. What’s up with kiddo?”

“I don’t know Yozak, at first he seemed like Yuuri, our Yuuri, just…stronger I guess. But when he talked, and when he looked at me with those eyes, they weren’t his. Whoever this is claims to still be Yuuri, but he’s just an imposter. Yuuri, our Yuuri, would never intentionally attack me.” Conrad’s usual soft brown eyes seemed fairly heavy and saddened, as though a weight was placed in them along with a burden that would not disappear, and none of this was missed by Yozak. It seemed Yuuri’s eyes weren’t the only ones doing a lot of transforming tonight.

Murata shook his head. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid this really is Shibuya.”

“What?” Conrad and Yozak said, nearly simultaneously. “What do you mean?”

Murata sighed. “In desperation to win during the fight, Shibuya tapped into his hidden power, breaking a barrier that was not meant to be broken until he was ready later on. I would say he bet Shibuya wouldn’t tap into his power until he was much older, but then again I can never keep up with how he thinks or how he plans things.”

Yozak was lost. “Wait I’m confused, ‘he’? Who is he?”

“Shinou.”

“Shinou?”

“Yes, Shinou. See, Shinou was the one who originally delivered Shibuya’s powers to him through Julia’s soul long ago, when Conrad made the trip to earth. But what I suspect is, Shinou didn’t want to chance Shibuya going overboard and be consumed by his powers, so he made a somewhat barrier, or gateway to make sure Shibuya grew into his powers instead. That was the purpose of what Shibuya called ‘The Maou’ inside him, to help him regulate his powers and grow into them easily. He was the gateway. However, since Shibuya broke through the gateway apparently too soon, his powers have consumed his free will, and I suspect ‘The Maou’ is gone now.”

“Huh?”

“For example, when Shinou was controlled by the Shoshu, even though it really was him, Shinou wasn’t himself in the sense of he wasn’t even aware of what he was doing. Same thing here. Shibuya’s powers have overtaken him and Shibuya’s true self is probably lost in there somewhere and searching for a way back to the surface.”

Conrad thought about the information recieved. “So in a way, it’s like jumping on and trying to tame a wild horse without proper training, with Yuuri jumping on and his powers being the horse.”

Yozak wasn’t sure if this was another one of Conrad’s lame attempt at a joke, or if was really being serious. He still wasn’t getting it.”

“Well, yes, using that analogy. Without the training, and without the determination to keep trying, one will just keep getting thrown back down and the horse shall stay wild.” Murata replied.

“I’m still lost.” Said Yozak.

“That’s fine, just know that right now Shibuya’s powers have overtaken him and our favorite Demon King isn’t in control of himself right now.”

“I see… is there anyway to bring him back?” Conrad asked.

Murata stayed quiet for a few long seconds. “None that I’m aware of that we can do. I’m afraid that without the determination to fight on his own, Shibuya will just keep getting thrown back down.”

“But Heika is pretty stubborn, he’ll win out this one. Right?” Yozak looked from Murata to Conrad, grim looks plastered to their faces. Neither said a word. They continued to watch what was going on in the courtyard. Everything was much easier to see thanks to the bright light blue light emitting from Yuuri.

A familiar voice not heard in awhile spoke from behind them. “Fine, that just means we’ll have to make him determined.”

Conrad, Murata, and Yozak turned around, shocked at who was behind them.

Right now Yuuri controlled the battle with ease, showing off his might in a display of bold cockiness. He had one arm controlling a gigantic water dragon that toyed and played with Yama, who was already struggling to push and keep up his current pace. He had his other hand controlling Morgif, making the sword moan and fight against Heather, who was out of a plan and starting to get near her limit. Then he also controlled Kane with another power, one that allowed him to control people’s bodies through their blood, in which he used to make Kane fight against his own leader.

Yuuri laughed hysterically. “Do you not see my power?! Do you not tremble in your threads when opposing my might, now that you’ve witnessed my strength? Hahahahaha! What say you now?!!!”

Yama, Heather, Kane nor Sai gave any response to the crazed Demon King. They all fought and moved within their own part of the battle.

Not hearing anything, Yuuri was not pleased.

“Don’t you understand my power?! Don’t you appreciate the volume of power I command?”

When Yuuri still didn’t hear anything, his anger only increased. Nothing seemed right, he felt as though something was off ever since he gained all of his power, and it was pissing him off to not know what the hell it was! On top of that, these ingrates have the nerve to rebel against him, and that served to only make him madder.

“FINE! If that’s how you want to play it!” The sky boomed with thunder even louder than before and lightening even sharper and brighter than before came about. First he went after Yama, pissed to the point of no mercy.

Yuuri made the dragon grab Yama despite his best efforts to get away. Instead of going into the air and doing something as before, Yuuri made the dragon bite with tremendous pressure, compressing Yama to the point that the majority of his bones snapped and were crushed like toothpicks, along with some internal organs rupturing. The dragon then tossed Yama away in the air to land somewhere else like unwanted trash, before disappearing. Yuuri moved on.

Next was Kane and Sai. Yuuri focused more on Sai’s movements and made Kane match them. Soon Sai was not even able to defend himself as well. A quick strike from Kane’s right made Sai block with his sword, but Kane dropped down quickly and drop-kicked the ninja onto the ground on his back, before quickly getting back up and coming down with his foot, along with a generous amount of amplified force courtesy of Yuuri, hard onto Sai’s stomach, making the ninja yell in pain. Kane fought hard against his possessor, but to no avail. Yuuri then made Kane hold his sword up high, and strike down. Sai moved just in time to avoid decapitation, however, the back of his mask was slashed, making it loose and more harmful than beneficial. Sai stood and back away, one hand on the area he had been hit, and the other taking of the dark mask, only to reveal a boy, a young boy who looked no more than the age of 19 or 20 with cool grey eyes and blackish hair, panting and breathing hard.

Heather, seeing out of the corner of her eye the condition Sai was in, blocked another attempted strike from Morgif, then tried to make a quick dash for Sai’s position.

Rule number one on the battlefield was to never turn your back to the enemy. Morgif reminded her of that as he flew through the air behind her, and made a clean piercing all the way through her right leg. Crying in pain, Heather dropped and rolled, unable to move.

Kane launched at Sai again, making the boy jump to the side and hold his sword up in a weak defense, only to have it knock away by Kane. Heather, determined to fight, grabbed a few ninja stars from her side and tossed them at Yuuri. Yuuri merely used his powers to let the stars bounce off him. He turned towards Heather.

“You’re are so bothersome.” Yuuri folded his arms and watched as he made Kane cross to Heather and sit on her, then drive his sword through her arm into the ground. “Aaaaaggghhhh!!!” she cried.

Morgif floated over to where Sai’s battered, unarmed body was. Heather was on the ground, fighting and fidgeting to get up and help Sai, but Kane was heavy sitting on her. Yuuri had an evil smirk wide across his face.

Sai couldn’t think of anything to do, his body was becoming nonresponsive to him. Morgif raised high in the air. Heather finally lost it, crying hysterically. “Noo! Run! Get away Sai!!” Sai couldn’t make himself move fast enough.

“Have fun in the other world.” Yuuri said.

Sai couldn’t do anything, except accept the fact this was his end, as he stared with defiant grace at the blade of the Demon King, the last thing he’d ever see. The sword swished down.

“YUURI!”

Morgif stopped just a few centimeters away from Sai’s forehead. “Who addresses me so informally, interrupting me while I’m busy?” With great annoyance, Yuuri turned around to face the source of the noise behind. When Yuuri saw who it was, he was actually stunned for a few moments.

There was Wolfram, looking very drained and as if he needed a few weeks of sleep. His skin was partially pale and his hair was ruffed and messed up, his clothes dirty, yet he had an expression so determined and bold that that particular expression would not fit on anyone else as perfectly as it did on Wolfram’s right then.

Yuuri quickly recomposed himself. “Oh, Wolfram, I see you’ve awakened.” Yuuri floated over towards the blond casually, still keeping Kane and Morgif right where they were. Wolfram glared at him. Yuuri noticed the look, and was immediately confused by it.

“Wolfram, why do you glare at me in such a way?”

Wolfram didn’t say anything. He just glared into Yuuri’s eyes. Yuuri was beginning to get irritated. “Wolfram, what is it that ails you? Clearly you are fatigued and are barely able to stand, they should not have let you rise yet. Come.” However strange it was, for some reason Yuuri felt bad now that he was only within a few feet of Wolfram. Yuuri reached to take Wolfram’s hand, but Wolfram smacked it away as if it were death’s hand itself.

Now Yuuri was mad. “Wolfram von Bielefeld! What is the meaning of this?!”

Wolfram glared even harder. “What they said is true. You really aren’t my Yuuri.” He said, in what sounded like more than an accusatory tone.

“What do you mean, I am Yuuri. Why do you people seem to be disillusioned to that fact?”

Wolfram shook his head. “No, I know Yuuri. I don’t know you. First of all, my Yuuri would recognize my voice at any given time. Secondly, he would never use such terminology, it’s too sophisticated for him. Third, he’d never talk down to anyone regardless of their status. And fourth, my Yuuri would never, ever, go this far in harming another, meaning killing someone would be an absurdity if you really, were, Yuuri.”

Yuuri’s eyes narrowed. “Look you little blond brat, however true that you are my fiancé, currently, I am your Maou first and foremost, and I’ll be damned if you twist your tongue in such a manner ever again.” He grabbed Wolfram’s hair and pulled hard, bringing pain to the already tired prince.

Wolfram grunted in pain, his fist clenched in anger at first, before he made himself calm back down. He looked at Yuuri. Whoever this was in front of him held Yuuri’s looks, Yuuri’s body, and Yuuri’s powers, but what he doesn’t have nor ever will have is Yuuri himself, at least, as far as Wolfram was concerned, not while he was still around. His emerald eyes softened and he looked into the Demon King’s eyes, hoping to see through to his Yuuri inside.

“Yuuri, this isn’t you. I know this isn’t you. Yuuri, you have to fight, you have to come back, you have to come back to me, to Greta, to everyone. We need you here, I need you. I-I,” Wolfram words choked momentarily, “I love you, and if you allow yourself to be taken over by your own damn powers, instead of fighting to come back to me, then, you deserve your fate. I don’t think I will ever be able to forgive you.”

For the briefest of seconds, Yuuri didn’t say anything nor move, as if he were frozen, and Wolfram thought in that short second he saw Yuuri’s eyes shift in just the slightest bit.

But then the short period was over and the Demon king came back to his senses. He didn’t know what happened to him right then, but for some reason he felt as though he blanked out. He still had blond hair in his hands, and threw Wolfram to the ground.

Yuuri heard Wolfram land with a thud, but he decided that he had more important matters to tend to. Sai was able to catch his breath slightly, but was still in no condition to do anything. Kane was still being controlled and Heather was still pinned down. “Do not interrupt or speak such nonsense prince, or you shall be reprimanded. I have more pressing things to do with my time.” Yuuri moved Morgif into the air again, intending to complete slaying Sai this time.

Ignoring how he felt, Wolfram picked himself and pushed Yuuri, making him lose concentration for a few moments. Wolfram had to distract him from killing someone. “Yuuri you have to fight! I know you, and I know that no matter what, under whatever circumstance, you would never kill anyone! To kill someone would haunt you for the rest of your life! Fight back Yuuri!”

Pissed off, Yuuri turned around with a fierce scowl written on his face. He grabbed Wolfram by the neck and hoisted him up into the air, and glared directly into his eyes. “You! You are the most bothersome creature ever!” Wolfram couldn’t even say anything else because he was suffocating.

“Wolfram!” Cecile screamed from the hallway.

“Damn it, I knew I needed to go with him!” Conrad was about to dash over to his little brother’s aid when Murata grabbed his sleeve and stopped him. “I have to go save him, I don’t care if it’s dangerous!”

“No.” Murata said firmly. “I agreed to let him go only for this reason.” They decided that Yuuri needed to try to fight harder to come back, and in doing that, he needed some motivation, a.k.a Wolfram.

“Shibuya needs to fight back, and, unfortunately morbid to say, it’ll take this to bring him back, if he even makes it.” Worried, Conrad stayed, but if something didn’t change within a moment’s notice, he was ready to disobey orders for Wolfram’s and his Yuuri’s sake.

Yozak placed a reassuring hand on Conrad’s shoulder. Conrad looked back into sky blue eyes that showed nothing but concern. Yozak nodded and squeezed gently on Conrad’s tension filled shoulder. Conrad nodded back and turned back to the courtyard.

Yuuri held Wolfram up with the intention of finishing off the blond. He stared directly into emerald eyes. “You, I will not tolerate your treason-like insolence. I shall be generous, since you are currently my fiancé, and provide you with the relief of ending it all right here, quickly.”

Wolfram was struggling to breathe, Yuuri’s hand felt like it was crushing his windpipe. He was beginning to feel light-headed and his vision started to blur, which was not good. Being faced with death, with the knowledge that Yuuri still needed him, the ideal actually scared him. He was a soldier, of course he was ready to die, but still he was scared to die without knowing Yuuri was okay. His breaths were getting shorter and shorter.

“Out of the mercy I possess, I’ll just crush your throat and finalize it now.” Yuuri tightened his hand, crushing and snapping the boy’s neck…or so he thought.

He tried tightening his hand again, and it didn’t listen. Instead, it slowly started relaxing itself, loosening the grip he had and the blond.

“…Wolf…” he heard himself say.

Ok, Yuuri was confused. He didn’t know why he said that, he certainly didn’t mean to, it was a useless nickname as far as he was concerned.

Ignoring it, Yuuri tried again, trying to grip harder this time, and his hand was back to normal, but for only a few brief seconds before his hand seemed to disobey again and relax itself, not stopping until Wolfram was able to wiggle free, falling to his knees coughing and gasping for breath.

Something about Wolfram triggered something inside Yuuri. He suddenly felt very conflicted, wanting to get rid of the pest, yet at the same time not allowing himself to even touch Wolfram. “Ugh! What is happening to me?”

On the ground, after gaining some air, Wolfram began snickering softly, before it grew into just outright laughter.

“What do you deem comedic, do you know about this? I demand you to tell me!”

Wolfram laughed some more. “Ahahaha, isn’t it obvious? My Yuuri is coming back, he came back to save me. You, whoever you are, will disappear.”

Yuuri was more than aggravated. “How many times do I have to tell you people that I am Yuuri! There is no other!”

Wolfram grinned. “Yes, you’re right. There is, no other.” He stood up and cupped the Demon King’s face. Yuuri tried to pull away, but he found that his body was frozen. Wolfram locked his eyes with Yuuri’s red ones, since he was still controlling Kane. Wolfram took Yuuri’s hand that was stuck in the air from attempting to choke him and placed it on his chest, right where his connection was. “Tell me, do you feel that?”

Yuuri’s eyes narrowed even more. “Yes you have a very warm spot right here on your chest. What is your point?” Wolfram looked at Yuuri’s hand on his chest. “Do you even know why it’s so warm in this particular spot?” Yuuri huffed. “What does it matter?”

Wolfram shook his head slowly before staring back into Yuuri’s eyes. “It’s sad. If you really were my Yuuri, then you would know why this spot on my chest is so important. If you really were my Yuuri, you would have a warm spot on your chest exactly where mine is.”

Wolfram placed his hand on Yuuri’s chest, and felt nothing. “You have nothing there. The only thing there is coldness and emptiness.” Yuuri didn’t show it, but he was actually caught off guard by Wolfram’s statement.

Since he got stronger, he had been feeling like something was missing, and it happened to feel like it was right where Wolfram was talking about. This round-a-bout explanation he felt like he was receiving infuriated him. Nothing was making sense, he was the Demon king! End of discussion. He was absolute in power, yet no one seems to show him any proper respect and they all defy him.

Well he’d had it, enough was enough. Since no one seemed to listen to him, he’d show them all how powerful he was. This ends now!

“You, I don’t know what you’ve done, but I have grown weary of these wordplay games. No more!” Drunk with anger, Yuuri struggled to move his body of his own free will, gathering up a great sum of power to try to break free. He felt paralyzed from the neck down. His red eyes faded back to black as Yuuri let go of his control on Morgif and Kane to concentrate regaining movement.

Right before Sai’s eyes, the sword that nearly killed him dropped to the ground and moaned. His neck was still intact, he was not dead, and it was only luck that he was spared.

Kane, absent-mindedly scratching an itch on his leg, realized he was actually in control of his body. He jumped off of Heather and slowly but swiftly removed the sword that pierced her limb. She was hurt, stabbed and bleeding out, and barely conscious. Kane looked over and saw Sai in not-much-better condition. Yama was down, and so were the other 3 ninjas of the squad. He looked towards the reason for it all, and saw Yuuri was distracted, not paying him or anyone else any attention.

Carefully, he picked up Heather and slung her over his shoulder before making his way to Sai. He knelt down. “Hey kid, you okay?”

Sai was breathing hard. “I’m fine.” The ninja was still holding onto his stomach and couldn’t stand up straight.

Kane shook his head. “No, you’re not. Listen, don’t die on me yet, we need to get out of here while we can.”

“The others-”

“The others are down, I’m not sure if they’re dead or not, but we can come back for them.”

“But we can’t-”

“They’re tough, and they are part of the Senka, the elite ninjas, your elite ninjas. They knew what they were signing up for when we started this group. They can survive until we come back, it’s rumored the Maou doesn’t like executions anyway.” Sai still did not look too sure.

Kane huffed. “Would you rather stay here and risk getting captured and possibly dying, or live by retreating until we can come back to rescue them?”

Sai didn’t say anything. He looked into Kane’s eyes, then at Heather slung over his shoulder. He looked towards Yuuri and saw that he was indeed distracted from them. In his condition, Sai was of no health to fight. It there was ever anytime to retreat, then it was now.

“Fine, let’s go.” He finally said.

Kane nodded. “Good, can you move?”

“I’m fine.” He looked at Heather one more time. “Leave her.”

“What?”

Sai ripped off his sleeve and proceeded to tie it around Heather’s wound in her arm. Then he ripped off his other sleeve and tied it around her leg that Morgif pierced through. “That should help subside and clot up the bleeding. We are not medically trained, which is what she needs, and Yama is down, so no rough fixes either. If we take her with us then all she’ll do it bleed again until she dies. Here, even if captive, she’ll at least receive medical attention.”

By now Heather was unconscious and unaware of her surroundings. “Are you sure about this? There’s always the risk that they may leave ‘em all to die.” Kane said.

Sai looked over towards Yuuri, struggling against himself. “No, if the Maou manages to get his powers under control, then they’ll be alright, if nothing else, I can believe in that. Besides, we’re not going far.” Kane stared at Sai, this boy who had a faraway look in his eyes.

“Then let’s go.” Kane decided. He laid Heather down gently and stood up. He and Sai took off they started making their way towards a deserted part of the wall farthest from Yuuri and his crew to make their escape.

Yuuri struggled even harder to gain control of himself. It was as if someone had an immovable clamp on him and refused to turn him loose. Every inch he struggled to move was refuted. He was beyond pissed.

“This is an outrage! Why can’t I move?!” The more power he added, the more he felt trapped. Wolfram grinned in devilish delight. “That’s right, fight Yuuri. Fight to come back.” Yuuri’s eyes flashed, and he stopped struggling. Wolfram’s grin disappeared, noting the sudden change. “What is it?”

“Oh, I understand now. Then, right then, I felt it. This, contradiction, it isn’t due to any mixed emotions. That is what you’re talking about.” Wolfram had a lost expression on his face.

Yuuri finally understood why he didn’t feel complete. With his power and all, something still had not felt right. He looked back into Wolfram’s eyes, and for a few moments lost himself once again. His black eyes shifted slightly once again for a brief instant. It seemed every time he gazed into those precious emeralds, those admittedly beautiful shining gems that were Wolfram’s eyes, he felt the contradiction even more.

“…I’m…coming…Wolf…” The words slipped out from between Yuuri’s lips in a quiet, humble whisper.

“Yuuri? Yuuri?!” Wolfram didn’t doubt it. His Yuuri was definitely fighting to come home, and gaining ground. “That’s it! Don’t let your powers control you, control them Yuuri!”

Yuuri closed his eyes and became still, seeming not even breathing. Wolfram heard a low rumbling in the sky. Yuuri began to emit a brighter blue glow.

“If you thought you saw the extent of my powers before, they you haven’t seen anything yet…”

Realizing something was about to happen, mainly because of the glowing, Wolfram backed away, watching intensely. Yuuri oddly floated high into the air calmly and quietly. A hand on Wolfram’s shoulder made him turn around. Murata, Conrad, and Yozak were right there also staring up at Yuuri.

“Good job Wolfram. You’ve put some sense back into the kid, now he’s just got to use it right?” Yozak asked. Murata sighed. “I hope. I have a feeling this next part is going to define who Shibuya is.”

Wolfram didn’t understand. “Why do you say that?”

Murata pointed at Yuuri, now nearly a few feet above the castle. “Watch.”

Once he was at an high enough altitude where he was alone, Yuuri stopped rising and stayed where he was. His eyes shot open, a cool, steely glaze in them.

“Something clearly opposes my feelings along with my actions. With this, even though I’ve grown stronger, I’ve also grown weaker. These contradictions overrule my intentions, and thus, my problem. Those eyes, those emerald eyes, showed me who I really was. I refuse to return to that weak state I was in before.”

A sudden voice in his head interrupted his rambling. ‘I was in control before and I wasn’t weak. I was doing just fine.’

Yuuri heard the voice and smirked. “Oh, so you choose to finally verbalize. As I recall, you nearly died while in control.”

‘Yes, but I am ready to make up for that. Give me my body back!’

“Why? Explain to me the wisdom of that action. Right now I’m, even we if you wish to look at it that way, are stronger than ever before! Nothing can get in the way!”

‘Even so, using power to control others is not acceptable. Killing is not acceptable!’

“You weak minded fool. Everyone dies eventually. You want peace, you preach of peace? Why not let me bring it about? I can do it, I can unite this entire world under one rule, then there will be no more wars, no more fighting over territory, isn’t that what you want?”

‘Yes, but not in the way you’re talking about. We shouldn’t have to force people to get along, everyone is different. Nothing is solved by violence, violence only brings more violence. Just think about how many people could get hurt when you do things by force!’

“There have to be sacrifices in order to bring about the greater good. If you just let me rule this land-”

‘No! You just want to satisfy your greed by conquering the world, but claim to do it in the name of peace. I won’t allow it. You can’t have my body!’

“Be silent! I would have not even noticed your tongue if it wasn’t for the blond brat-”

‘Shut up! I will NEVER allow you to touch Wolfram EVER again!’

Right then the contradicting feeling inside Yuuri grew into an unbelievable unbearable feeling. Yuuri fought against it, but it was proving to be a challenge. Meanwhile maintaining control of his power while in this inner battle was proving to be a challenge.

‘Give, it, back!’

“Never!”

Lighting cackled once again and thunder roared as a rainstorm hailed upon the land far and wide. Down below, the ground started to shake as Wolfram, Murata, Conrad, Yozak, and everyone else struggled to keep their bearing, Wolfram becoming nauseous due to all the movement.

Murata was bouncing along the ground, trying to keep his glasses on his face. “Shibuya, you better come out of this one alright!”

The air around Yuuri’s body was tense as an inner war was taking place. Then there was another blinding light, close to a solar flare that was blinding to everyone even as high as Yuuri was. Everyone turned their head downwards away from the light as it filled the night sky like a hundred bolts of lightening. Murata feared for a moment about going through the seizure-like episode again, just like earlier when Yuuri did this, but nothing seemed to have happened.

Finally the ground stopped moving, the thunder stopped roaring, the lightening stopped cackling, and everything seemed to return to normal. Wolfram got over his bout of queasiness and looked towards the sky.

“Yuuri! Yuuri!” he called. Conrad got up and brushed himself and looked behind him. “Yuuri…”

Wolfram turned around and finally saw Yuuri standing with his eyes closed, a self-satisfied smile in place, and a blue light still surrounding him. He hadn’t changed, at least physically, and Wolfram was wondering, even after all that, which Yuuri won.

Slowly, in almost dramatic fashion, Yuuri opened his eyes, revealing the same kind eyes that everyone were accustom too. Murata stood and saw this, and hoped with every fiber in his being that his eyes weren’t deceiving him. He could tell that Yuuri still held all of his power, but he couldn’t tell who was in control now. “Please Shibuya, tell me that’s really you…”

Cecile, Greta, Gisela, and Gwendal accompanied by Anissina approached the group, along with random soldiers, surrounding the Maou.

Greta ran up to the boy, hugging him tight. “Yuuri… are you okay?”

Yuuri’s smirk turned into a soft smile as the blue light faded and he tenderly laid a hand on Greta’s head. “Hi Greta.”

Immediately sighs of relief were heard all around as everyone now knew their Yuuri had returned. “Everyone, please make sure that anyone and everyone hurt is given medical attention right away!”

“Yes Sir!”

“Yes Heika!”

Men started scattering about, moving to others inside the castle. Gisela smiled at Yuuri, only somewhat surprised at how the first thing he wanted to do was make sure everyone else was okay. She then took off, presumably to take command of the medical team.

“What about the enemy sir?”

“Execute them immediately.” Gwendal ordered. Heads turned in his direction, most somewhat shocked to hear the statement, although they felt that it was coming.

Yuuri’s head swiveled in his direction. “No.” His smile waivered slightly. “Give them aid also, then take them to the prison cells.”

Gwendal looked as if he wanted to protest more, probably to argue that this was their best chance to make sure they were all finished off, but Anissina subtly poked him in the ribs to shut him up. Gwendal took the hint.

“As you wish Heika.”

Yuuri nodded, then bent down and hugged Greta back, allowing her to take comfort in him. She couldn’t have been any happier that everything was alright.

Soon soft chatter, then talking and some chuckles could be heard from the soldiers as tension slowly disappeared from the air. Most were just relieved that the nightmare was over, and that they had their king back.

Wolfram watched Yuuri, not knowing what to say or do. He wanted to run over and hug the double black and squeeze him senseless, but for some reason he held back. Yuuri looked up right then, and ended up meeting Wolfram’s stare head on.

Yuuri was about to say something about Wolfram just standing there, but right at that moment a wave of fatigue crashed down on Yuuri as he collapsed on the ground, unconscious. The last thing Yuuri heard were people calling his name and someone yelling wimp…

Yuuri eyes fluttered open gently. His vision was blurred but after a moment it focused enough for him to realize he was lying on a bed. He sat up slowly and looked around to see it was his room, and he was in his bed. He looked at himself to find that he was in his pajamas. Seeing through the balcony to the sky, he saw the stars out in peaceful shimmers along with an almost full moon.

“Yuuri are, (yawn), are you okay?”

Yuuri looked to his left to see Wolfram sitting up beside him sleepily, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. “What’s wrong?”

Happy to see the blond alive and well with no more than a few minor scratches, Yuuri couldn’t help but launched himself at Wolfram.

Wolfram, not expecting any of this, was utterly surprised by Yuuri’s attack and being crushed by Yuuri’s sudden hug. That definitely woke him up, at least for now. “Yuuri, what’s going on, are you okay? They said-oof”

“I’m so happy you’re okay Wolf.” Yuuri said, although his words were muffled because of him burying his head in Wolfram’s shoulder.

“Yuuri I, ow! Ok, Yuuri, I’m still sore.”

Yuuri back off immediately, giving some space between them and looking down at the bed, a blush evident on his cheeks. Wolfram straightened his pink nightgown. “Don’t worry, I can handle it.”

“I’m sorry Wolf, it’s just…”

“Just what?”

“Its just, I was worried about you. I, I mean…” Yuuri’s voice trailed off as he looked at his hand, flashbacks of it choking Wolfram coming to mind.

“Worried about me? I’m fine.” Wolfram tenderly closed the distance between him and Yuuri on the bed and placed his hand on top of the double black’s. Yuuri snatched his hand away and made more distance between him and a now hurt Wolfram. “Yuuri-”

“I don’t deserve to even be near you.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Yuuri stared at his hand, his expression and tone becoming morbid. “Because of me, you were almost killed, more than once. And I, I,” Yuuri swallowed, clenching his trembling fist, “I almost killed you Wolf. I almost-”

“No Yuuri, that wasn’t you. That was someone, something else, that wasn’t you.” Wolfram said, understanding what was going through Yuuri’s mind now.

“But it was me! I was too weak to stop him from nearly killing Conrad, I couldn’t stop him from almost killing the ninjas, and, and, and you almost died Wolfram!” Wolfram slid back over to Yuuri.

Yuuri tried to pull away, but Wolfram held his arms around him, resting his head on Yuuri’s shoulder as a way to show nothing way wrong between him and Yuuri.

“No Yuuri, you didn’t kill anyone, in fact the first thing you did was order everyone to help anyone who was hurt, even the enemy. They are all in stable condition. We brought them to the prison cells earlier today and we’ll interrogate them tomorrow, you’ve been out of it for almost a whole day. All the soldiers that were able to recover have, thanks to Gisela and her team, including Gunter. And I’m not dead Yuuri. You saved me, twice. Once after I was stabbed, and twice from when, whoever it was, was trying to strangle me. Both times you stepped in and saved me Yuuri.”

“But-”

“Yuuri, don’t worry. You haven’t done anything wrong.”

“But Wolfram, I-”

Wolfram let go of Yuuri and slid back to the middle of the bed and lied down. “Yuuri, this isn’t the time for that. We can talk about it tomorrow.” Yuuri looked ashamed and hurt, feeling like he did something wrong.

Wolfram’s eyes casted downward as he looked from Yuuri to the pillow, his own emotions getting the better of him, despite his refutes and holding them back. “Please Yuuri, not now okay? You, you stupid wimp. You have no idea how much you had me worried.” He looked at Yuuri and then the space beside him. “Please, can you just lay with me, at least just this time Yuuri?”

Realizing that Wolfram had his own feelings about what happened, Yuuri moved without a word, lying next Wolfram face to face. They laid in silence for awhile, each lost in their thoughts about the other. Before long, Wolfram felt Yuuri’s hand tenderly touch on top of his.

Wolfram accepted the hand and clasped them together. As this happened, the connection they shared embodied them with a sensation that relaxed the both of them, seemingly easing the boys to a state of unique tranquility that allowed them to feel what the other was feeling. A small smile found its way on both of their faces.

As he looked into Wolfram’s eyes, Yuuri’s smile faded as he felt he needed to say something. Wolfram felt it coming, and was ready.

“Wolfram, when we were lying in the barrier together, and it was just you and me, I want you to know every word I said then was true. I can’t lose you Wolf. Even when I lost myself, like a friend once told me, I can see into you and your eyes, and you always remind me of me and bring me back, to who I really am. I don’t think I would even been able to make it back without you.” Yuuri paused as he thought briefly on his conversation with Julia as she spoke about a pair of precious mirrors.

“I know Yuuri, I-I feel the same way.” Wolfram said.

“Wolfram,”

“Yes Yuuri?”

“Can I, can I try something?” Yuuri asked hesitantly.

Wolfram’s eyebrow arched slightly, wondering Yuuri had in mind, but he trusted Yuuri endlessly. “Yes Yuuri.”

Yuuri bit his bottom lip, before letting go of Wolfram’s hand and gently cupping Wolfram’s face. He was nervous, but just looking into Wolfram’s eyes calmed him, and before he knew it, he was kissing Wolfram.

It was gentle and cautious. When Yuuri pulled away, Wolfram looked at him with another smile. “Well, you didn’t have to ask if you could kiss me. We did that already remember?”

Yuuri blushed, remembering that he had kissed Wolfram in order to swap wounds. “Yeah, but that was to help save you. This one is different.”

“Oh really, and how is that?”

“This is was because I wanted too, and I still want too.”

Wolfram said nothing else as he closed his eyes and kissed Yuuri. This was a moment that he’d never forget. He understood perfectly what Yuuri was saying, that this was their first real, pure kiss without being under any other circumstance. To say that Wolfram was elated would be an understatement, as he was finally getting the affection that he’d been craving and deprived of for so long, without even pushing for it. If he were to die, then right now he’d had died a smile on his face that wouldn’t fade away.

Yuuri accepted the kiss, closing his eyes and enjoying it. It started off like the last one, gentle and subtle, before Yuuri’s body started moving without him even knowing it. His hands left Wolfram’s face and wrapped around the boy’s waist, bringing them waist to waist. Wolfram rolled and placed one leg between Yuuri’s as their kiss escalated from subtle and gentle to firm and direct. Yuuri parted his mouth slightly, and Wolfram slipped his tongue in.

It was weird to Yuuri at first, but he quickly found himself liking it before his own tongue was dancing with Wolfram’s. They continued kissing for a few moments, before breaking away for air. Small smiles turned to big grins as Wolfram wrapped his arms under and around Yuuri’s chest, resting his head on the double-black’s shoulder.

Yuuri grabbed the covers and readjusted them so that they were comfortable to the two boys as they laid wrapped in each other arms. They laid in complete, comfortable silence, basking in each other’s warmth, fulfilling the craving they both had to just be close to each other.

In the last few moments during occasional butterfly kisses before soft snoring took control of the room, only nine more barely audible important words were exchanged.

“I love you Yuuri.”

“I love you too Wolfram.”

They slept wrapped in each other arms, just enjoying the start of what they’ve finally had, a two-way relationship. And it’s a good thing, because they’ll need it in upcoming days…

Alright! Chapter 13 is done. Thanks to everyone who read! Considering my updating pace, I believe I got this one out relatively fast lol.

Wolfram and Yuuri have finally taken their first steps towards a relationship. Next time, the aftermath of the battle! Who did what, who sent who, who’s going to do what, and who needs to stop who. So, thank you everyone that read and reviewed! You guys are what makes the story go in whatever direction it does, and my best advice givers, and as always, suggestions welcomed! I also realize that some parts of this chapter could be confusing, so email me or post questions up in the review if you have any.

P.S I’ve gotten this same question a decent amount of times and no, my other story ‘There’s Anger In Love’ is not getting put off. I’m still working on it, but with my schedule it’s always a challenge trying to balance. That said…

‘Til next time!’

~Kriter~
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