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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 wakes
up and decides it is time to come clean.
Warning: drama, romance, fantasy, language, M/M, Yuri/Wolfram
Inserts: ---
A/N: Thank you to Lisse08, geminirose, alice22,Evadne Aillil, XEOHE,
XZanayu, xYstUs, lilgurlanima, KawaiiNekoMimi, geetac, Hypergirl1321 for your reviews. Hope you enjoy it the next installment.
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(Last Time)
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?
+---+---+
Yuri’s Second Secret
Covenant Castle
Night had fallen by the time
Yuri’s eyes fluttered open. Confusion
clouded his mind. Frowning, his eyebrows
drawn, he struggled to sit up, but the room swayed and the bed tilted
underneath him. Yuri squeezed his eyes
shut with a groan. He gripped the bed
sheets on either side of him tightly.
His knuckles turned white. Once
the swaying stopped, Yuri risked opening his eyes. He sighed when the world stayed right side
up.
Yuri glanced around. Where was he exactly?
“You wimp.”
A sleep filled murmur drew
his attention from the inspection of the unfamiliar chamber. The panic that had been rising within him
slipped away when he saw Wolfram sleeping peacefully at his side. Yuri smiled at the sight. He reached out and lightly touched the golden
curls.
In his sleep, Wolfram moaned
out Yuri’s name.
Yuri chuckled silently.
“You awake Shibuya?”
“Murata,” Yuri greeted his
old friend who stepped out of the shadows besides the bed.
“How are you feeling?”
“What happened?”
“You don’t remember?”
Yuri shook his head. “The last thing I remember…” He sorted through his memories. “I was…with Sera and Rey and then…” He shook his head. “Nothing.”
Everything went black after that.
The next thing he could recall was waking up here. “Where are we by the way?”
“The clinic.”
“Oh! That’s right.
It used to be the guest wing.”
Now he remembered. “So, what
happened? Why am I here? Why can’t I remember anything?”
“Simple. You fainted.”
Yuri blinked. “Really?”
Ken nodded.
“Hm.” Yuri drew his brows together in concentration
as he fought through the haze surrounding his memories. Weird.
He has not blacked out like this in a very long time.
“So? What happened? You can’t remember anything?”
“…I can’t…?” Yuri’s hand clasped at the black pajama
top. Something flittered into and out of
his mind. It teased him, coming close
enough for him to reach out and grab it, but when he tried to do just that, it
evaporated into smoke that curled around his fingers and rose into the air just
out of reach. He had a feeling it was
something important.
“Well, that’s okay. Don’t force it. I’m sure you’ll remember eventually.” Ken tried to sound reassuring.
Frowning, Yuri nodded slowly
in agreement, though his mind was still trying to process how he came to be at
the clinic.
There was movement besides
him. “Mmm. Yuri?”
“Hey, Wolf.” Yuri turned towards the mother of his
children. The Royal Prince looked like a
child as he sat there rubbing his eyes with his fists.
At the sound of Yuri’s voice,
the vestiges of sleep vanished. “Yuri!” Wolfram threw himself at his husband.
Yuri cried out in surprise at
the unexpected action. Losing his
balance, Yuri toppled over, sending them both crashing backwards into the bed.
“Well, I’ll leave you two at
it,” Ken chuckled. “I’ll inform Gisela
that you are awake.”
Neither Yuri nor Wolfram took
notice of the Sage’s exit.
“Wolf…you’re…chok…ing…me,”
Yuri managed to gasp out.
“Good. That’s what you get for scaring me like that,”
Wolfram scolded.
A pang of guilt erupted
through Yuri. “I’m sorry,” he whispered,
hugging his arms around Wolfram.
+---+---+
Wrapped in each other’s arms,
the royal couple stared out the window opposite the bed up into the clear
midnight sky.
“Wow. It’s so beautiful.”
“Yeah.”
“I can never get over how
clear the sky is here,” Yuri confessed. “You
can’t see the stars like this back home.”
“I noticed that. Why is that?”
Yuri shrugged. “Don’t know.
Probably from all the lights. You’d
have to go out into the country to see the night sky like this.”
“What a waste.”
“Yeah,” Yuri agreed. “Hey.
Where’re Sera and Rey?”
“Mother is looking after them
with Greta’s help.”
“Lady Celi? I thought she was-?”
“Yeah she was, but she
returned as soon as she heard you’d collapsed.”
“Why?” Yuri blinked in confusion. “She didn’t have to do that.”
Lady Celi had been in
Missinigh at the annual Great Demon Kingdom Alliance conference. This year’s theme had been on domestic
violence. It was a very important topic,
especially for Anissina’s women’s enlightenment movement. Yuri could not believe that Lady Celi would
give up the conference for him.
Wolfram was aghast at his
king’s attitude. “What? You insensitive wimp! Of course she did! Not only are you her king, but also my
husband, her son-in-law! She was worried
about you. We were all worried. Gisela could find nothing wrong, but what if
she had? What if it’d been something
serious?” He choked on his words. “If anything were to happen to you…” Tears stung his eyes.
“…Wolf…”
“This kingdom would…” Wolfram cleared his throat violently and
blinked his eyes rapidly to dispel the gathering water. This was no time to appear weak. “There’d be turmoil, Yuri.”
“I’m sorry.” Yuri felt that pang of guilt jolt through him
again. It seemed he was always making
them worry unnecessarily about him.
“You keep saying that!”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Wolfram growled. “Oh, stop it!” He pushed up out of the comfort of Yuri’s
arms and glared down at him. “If you are
so sorry, then stop doing things that you need to apologize for!”
Yuri smiled sadly at the
porcelain skinned beauty that he had married two short months ago at the Temple
of the Water Dragons. The marque of an
eloper may have faded from their hands, but Yuri could still see it in his mind’s
eye. He reached out and lightly touched
Wolfram’s cheek. The ring on his finger
sparkled in the moonlight.
“Y-Yuri?” Wolfram stuttered,
turning red. “What-?”
“There’s something else…that
I have to apologize for,” Yuri confessed in a soft voice.
Immediately suspicion crossed
Wolfram’s features. His emerald eyes
narrows. “What did you do?” His voice was low and hard. “So help me if you-“
Yuri shook his head in denial. Wolfram didn’t have to finish that threat for
Yuri to know where he was going with it.
“Wolf, I told you that if I ever did anything to hurt you, I’d be the
first to offer Gwendal my head. I love
you.”
Wolfram turned his face away
to hide the fact that a pinkish tinge colored his cheeks. "Of course,” he said in the haute
attitude of his.
Chuckling, Yuri drew Wolfram
down beside him on the bed. He sighed as
Wolfram wrapped around him. The smile
dropped from Yuri’s face. “No, this
happened when I was still a kid during one of my father’s frequent trips to
America. Long before I met you or the
others. Long before I knew…anything of the Great Demon Kingdom.”
Wolfram frowned. Yuri’s arm dropped to the bed when Wolfram
pushed up onto his elbow in a sort of pushup motion and stared down at
Yuri. “Why are you telling me this?”
Yuri turned away from Wolfram’s
inquiring gaze to gaze back out the window.
Wolfram’s art studio was located directly across the court yard. He wondered if putting him in this specific
room had been on purpose.
Wolfram was beginning to get
worried. This was not like Yuri at all. He sat up.
“Yuri.”
“Because…”
“Because what?” Wolfram
prodded. “What’s going on? Yuri,” he called when Yuri remained
silent. Forget his concern. He was starting to get angry. “Yuri!”
Wolfram grabbed Yuri’s shoulder and forced him to look at him. The sight that met his gaze threw him for a
momentary loop. “What-? Yuri?”
For the four years that he has known Yuri, this was only the second time
witnessing him crying.
Sitting up, Yuri stared down
at the bed sheet crumpled around him. He
brushed at the annoying tickle of tears.
“Kojiro.”
Wolfram gave a start. That name!
Something about it sounded familiar.
Then it hit him.
“Who is what? What are you talking about Wolfram?” Yuri
asked turning back to face Wolfram who rode besides him atop his own gleaming
white mare.
“This Kojiro person you keep muttering
about.”
Yuri went still. His face went white. Dear Great One Shinou! Had he actually said that aloud? Oh Gods, no!
Yuri felt faint. He knew he would
have to confess to Wolfram this last secret someday, but he was far from
ready. He wondered if he would ever be.
“Well, Yuri?” Wolfram demanded. “You better answer me, Wimp.”
Think Yuri. Think!
His obsidian eyes scanned the distant horizon feebly, as if he might
somehow find the answer lying hidden among the landscape. “Aah!
Uhm. Well. You see,” he stammered pathetically. But his mind was a complete blank! Dammit!
“Is he another new man?” Wolfram
inquired through squinted emerald eyes.
“What?!”
Yuri spun his head around so fast he got a crick in his neck. “C’mon Wolfram.” Yuri was incensed that the blond Demon would
even think such a thing. They had been
together how long now? And Wolfram was
still finding ways to accuse him of being a cheating wimp. Though Yuri could not really blame him this
time. Muttering some guy’s name.
“Then who is he?”
As Yuri fought to come up with an
explanation that Wolfram would not want to behead him over, Yuri caught sight
of his infuriated fiancé release a hand from the reigns of his horse to rub his
swollen belly. “Baby,” Yuri blurted.
Wolfram blinked. “What?”
“I, uh, mean, I was, uhm, thinking it was a good name
for the baby?” Yuri winced at how
pathetic he sounded.
It was the same name!
“This was back when my mom
would…Ya know.”
Wolfram snickered at the
mental image. He’d seen the many photographs
his mother-in-law kept. Dozens of albums
filled with pictures of Yuri in frilly, lacey dresses, his raven hair in
pigtails and with such a look of innocence on his face. The king had been very cute.
Yuri threw Wolfram an evil
glare.
Try as he might, Wolfram
could not stop the grin or smother the laughter that bubbled up within him.
With an annoyed sigh, Yuri
turned to stare out the window again.
His face went slack and his eyes glazed over. They took on a blank expression.
Seeing such a look on Yuri’s
face, Wolfram’s merriment of his husband’s tortured childhood died. He reached out and smoothed back Yuri’s long silky
black locks that had fallen free from the black ribbon that imprisoned them at
the nape of his neck.
“You’re gross!”
A tear slid down Yuri’s face
as the ache that had never truly dissipated from that day reawakened. “My mom thought using me like her…” Yuri searched his mind for the appropriate
word. “…doll…” It was closest he could come to to describe that
time. “…was harmless. I was ‘cute’.
It was a way for her and me to spend time together because ‘boys are boring’
and don’t want to eat parfaits at the mall with their mothers. She never really said so much in words, but
she always regretted never having a daughter.”
Wolfram didn’t know what to
say to that. It was kind of sad in a
way. To think that one’s own mother
would rather her son be her daughter.
That knowledge had to wound one’s heart.
To realize you were this big disappointment. Whether that was the case or not, that was
the perception Yuri’s mother gave off.
“I didn’t protest at first.”
“Why?”
Yuri shrugged. “Who knows?
I was young. Didn’t know any better. Maybe I enjoyed it.” That last one sounded plausible. It would make sense combined with what
happened as a result. “Koji was the
youngest son of one of my father’s business partners. Also on the trip to America with us. I found this out later,” he added. “At the time, he was just a cute boy I met at
the park.”
Wolfram was beginning to develop
a bad feeling. “How old were you?”
“I’m not sure. Five maybe?”
“So you liked this Kojiro
guy?”
“Yes.”
Wolfram wrapped his arms
around Yuri from behind. He rested his
cheek against his husband’s waist.
“He was on the swings when
Shori brought me to the park that wasn't too far from out hotel.”
Closing his eyes, Wolfram
tightened his hold around Yuri and felt strangely comforted by his rumbling
voice vibrating through him.
“I thought it was so cool how
high he could go. Almost as if he could
touch the sky.” Yuri could picture
Kojiro in his mind now. A look of merriment
and glee on his face. Brown shorts. Brown and beige stripped t-shirt. “I was mesmerized.”
Wolfram raised his head and
kissed the space between Yuri’s shoulder blades. “He…betrayed you?” he guessed.
“You’re gross.”
“…Yes.”
“Boys don’t wear dresses. Girls do.”
“Freak!”
“You’re gross!”
Another tear slid down Yuri’s
cheek. “We got to be good friends. Every day, we’d meet at the park and
play. One day, it was raining and Shori
refused to take me to the park.”
“Of course,” Wolfram
snorted. “You’d get sick playing out in
the rain.”
Yuri smiled. “Yeah.
At the time that was the last thing on my mind though. All I cared about was going outside to play.”
“You snuck out.”
“Yup,” Yuri said proudly.
“Wimp. You never change.”
Yuri laughed. Though outstanding, unforeseen circumstances
could change that, they say who you are at six years old is who you will be
until the day you die. It was no
different with Yuri. He quickly
sobered. “Shori was watching some boring
show on TV and my parents were arguing.
So, it was easy to sneak out without being seen.”
“In the rain?”
“In the rain.”
“You’re lucky you didn’t
catch your death out there,” Wolfram reprimanded.
“Yeah…”
“So,” the Royal Prince
prodded. “What happened?” And did he really want to know?
“I waited and waited…But he
didn’t show up.” Knowing what he knew
now, Yuri wished it would have stayed that way.
---TBC---
Preview: “Yuri’s
Third Secret”
A/N:
That’s it for this installment.
How was it? Dying to know what
happened? Me, too. LOL!
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