Deep Emotion

Lunch was quiet, to say the least. Cheri-sama had gone on another “voyage for love”, leaving all the men to recover from her hyperactive visit. Gunter was chattering in Yuuri’s direction, occasionally crying out “Heika!” whenever he thought the Maou was ignoring him. Both Gwendal and Conrad were quietly munching away at their food. Usually, Conrad’s face would be graced with his perpetual smile, but today he was too deep in concern to even remember to smile.

Just as the brunette was thinking on Wolfram, Yuuri piped up, “Where’s Wolfram?” Conrad nearly choked on his food.

Coughing, he replied, “Wolfram is sick today—cough—he said he wasn’t coming to lunch.”
“He’s been acting weird lately, he hasn’t yelled at me nearly half as often as he usually does.” The King commented, resting his chin in his hand. “It must be because he was sick...”

That was the last straw for Gwendal, who had been keeping his mouth shut long enough. “He’s not sick, Heika, he’s depressed.”

“Gwendal...” Conrad whispered warningly.

The eldest brother just humphed at Conrad, “I’m sick of this. He’s going to keep getting worse and worse if we don’t do something. Wolfram’s foolish pride won’t let him speak, so we will speak for him. Do you really want him to get so steeped in depression that he might start to hurt himself because of it?”

Conrad looked down in shame. It was true that Wolfram was getting worse from when his brothers had noticed the change in demeanor. He had also considered the fact that since Wolfram felt so powerfully and deeply as a living being that he might attempt suicide to end his suffering, but Conrad had believed that everything would work itself out. Apparently, he was wrong.

“I promised I wouldn’t tell Yuuri Heika...” Conrad interjected in one last stab to keep his promise to the blonde.

“This has gone past promises.” That was that, Gwendal had decided for him.

During all of this, Yuuri and Gunter had sat, staring wide-eyed and confused, across the table. When the words “Wolfram”, “depression”, and “hurt himself” were said though, Yuuri interest was peeked. “What’s wrong with him?” Yuuri almost squeaked in panic. He immediately stood up, causing his chair to tip over. “Why would Wolfram want to commit suicide!?”

“We don’t think he’s gotten to that point yet. But he is severely unhappy and if this unhappiness continues his mental health will start to dwindle and suicide might be a possibility.” Gwendal’s emotionless voice stung into Yuuri’s heart.

“But why is he depressed?” The Maou asked sadly, eyes becoming heavy with anxiety.
Conrad opened his mouth to answer, but Gwendal interrupted him with a grunt. Crossing his arms over his chest, the burly man answered his King, “I think you should know the reason, but obviously you don’t. So go ask him yourself.”

Before Gwendal even finished his statement, Yuuri was dashing down the halls towards Wolfram’s quarters. ‘What have I done? It has to be my fault in some way, the way Gwendal and Conrad were looking at me...it’s my fault!’ Arriving at his fiancé’s door, Yuuri didn’t even bother knocking as he threw the door open.

What the King saw broke his heart; Wolfram was standing near his window, pants on but unzipped, shirt tossed on his shoulders but not buttoned up; it hung open, exposing his light tinted chest, his forehead was pressed against the glass; a halo of fog forming around his mouth as his breath hit the cold pane, and his cheeks were stained with fresh tears. Upon hearing someone enter, Wolfram lifted his emerald eyes and tilted his head to the side to see Yuuri panting, gaping at him with an alarmed expression.

“It’s starting to snow,” the blonde mumbled, returning his gaze to the outside world beyond the looking glass.

Cautiously, the black haired boy began to approach. “Wolfram...what’s wron—“

“I don’t want to marry you anymore.” Wolfram interrupted, returning his gaze to his fiancé. This time his eyes were angry but also they held a shade of forlornness and despair. ‘I can’t marry someone who doesn’t love me’ “I’ll move out as soon as possible.”

“You...you don’t want to marry me. You don’t have to leave...Why don’t you want to marry me? Why are you depressed?” Yuuri had lost most of his rational thought, as his fiancé’s words struck him like an axe to firewood.

Wolfram visibly twitched, “Who told you I was depressed?! WELLER! I’ll fucking kill you!” The angry solider shoved Yuuri aside and dashed out into the hall to see Gwendal, Gunter and Conrad walking briskly towards his room. He reached for his sword, realizing it wasn’t there, he decided to just beat the living hell out of his older brother.

“I can’t believe you! Bastard, I’ll kill you for telling him!” Lunging at Conrad he wrapped his hands around his throat. Gwendal jumped behind Wolfram and snatched him by the waist, deftly pulling the younger man away. Wolfram struggled for a moment but soon gave in, going limp in his brother’s arms. Wet sorrow trickled from the blonde’s eyes, rolling down his pale cheeks and pattering on Gwendal’s arms and the cold, brick floor.

“Wolfram...” Yuuri’s voice drifted to their ears from behind the three brothers.

Gwendal dropped his younger blood. His feet landed gracefully on the floor. He refused to look at Yuuri because he knew if he did, he would run into seemingly loving arms. But those arms didn’t love; they were manipulative and cruel, as they would summon the blonde into their embrace in a false gesture of compassion. Those arms weren’t caring because there was no love from the person who owned them.

“I’m leaving!” Wolfram yelled, his golden bangs curtaining his teary eyes and his shame. “Why would I want to marry you? Do you think I could live with a marriage where only one person loves the other? Unrequited love! I’d rather kill myself then be married to you, because if I did marry you I would die in my heart anyway!”

With that said, he turned on his heels and walked away, leaving his brothers and friends in a shocked wake. Conrad stared after his brother while Gwendal just closed his eyes and shook his head. Gunter looked frantically back and forth from Yuuri to the retreating Wolfram. Yuuri’s body became numb and something stirred deep inside him, a painful twist of his gut and strange aching in his chest.

The feeling Yuuri had was beyond misery, it was a soul shattering dejection that racked his body. The Maou called to his fiancé with breathy, terrified screams. “Wolfram! Please don’t leave me! WOLFRAM!!” Falling to his knees, Yuuri grasped his chest directly over his heart as said heart broke.

Wolfram had heard him but refused to turn back. His verdict was resolute; he could no longer be with Yuuri because everyday with Yuuri would only make him crack a little more. ‘He’ll never love me, it’s good that I gave up now before it was too late...” the blonde thought as he exited the castle, shirt still open, pants clinging loosely to his hips, and cheeks red with fury and disgrace.

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