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Determination	By : kre8tive Category: +G to L > Kyou Kara Maou Views: 4388 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh. I only own the 5$ in my pocket that broke college students are allowed to have.

Thank's everybody that has been reading this fic! I greatly appreciate your support. I continue because I know at least somebody is reading it, so for those waiting here is...

Chapter 3

There was then an audible sign in the room. "Your Majesty," Gwendal said "this is for you." He held up a letter with only the words 'To His Majesty the Demon King Only' written on it. It held nothing else except a seal on the back. Once Yuuri reached the desk, despite another jealous look from his accidental fiancé, Yuuri glanced over the envelope. The seal Yuuri didn't recognize, although he was still learning about all the little aspects of his world even after all this time.

To Gwendal's exhausted relief, Yuuri finally opened the letter and read what was so important that it was addressed to him only…

Wolfram looked on impatiently. He leaned against the closed door of the room, eyes boring into Yuuri and his mail. To him, Yuuri seemed to take his sweet time reading over the words of the letter that was so mysteriously delivered to him without easy recognition of its origin.

Yuuri receiving a letter is nothing new as he gets all kinds of letters. Some letters criticize him for his work, others praise him, some ask for land, others ask to take it, some ask to extend payments on land and houses, others want a deductible for the work they put in. Of course, there are the crazy letters like permission to write tales of his and Wolfram’s personal relationship, others want to become a concubine to the Maou to gain access to the royal privileges, some want to go to war with a neighboring town or country, some even want to pass laws concerning the beheading of thieves or just certain mazoku they don’t like.

Those kinds of letters never really held much merit as they were usually dismissed upon arrival to the ‘now or later’ pile, by which it was usually much later if at all. But then there were letters that contained royal seals on it that can’t be easily ignored, although some of them just happen to find their way to the ‘now or later’ pile via Yuuri. Those letters have to be read because they concerned politics and upholding traditions and such from other demon or human lands. Yuuri usually lets Gwendal handle that type of stuff, politics and foreign policies concerning stuck-up diplomats not really being an area of interest of his.

The thing about this letter was that it held no writing on it besides the obvious address to the Maou, and the seal was one that no one seemed to recognize.

Wolfram impatiently tapped his fingers on his crossed arms as he was anxious to know who dared address something directly to HIS Yuuri. ‘What if it’s another letter dealing with marriage proposals? What should I do? I’ve already started to let the wimp go, no matter how hard it is on me. But dammit I can’t just give him up completely! Not just yet. All those spoiled, greedy ass rulers just want to take advantage of Yuuri, and if the wimp gets caught in one of their traps, he’s going to be miserable. I can’t let that happen. But I need to know what is in it that letter, and Yuuri is taking entirely too long reading it!’ Wolfram huffed irritably in his spot.‘Ugh! If he takes any longer I’ll fry him and that damn letter!’ Wolfram thought irrationally. Right when Wolfram was ready to open his mouth to carry out the verbal threat against his beloved fiancé, Yuuri suddenly dropped the parchment that he was reading as if it burned at the touch.

Wolfram, now in alert mode, as well as everybody else in the room, instantly started towards his wimp ready to say something about his clumsiness when he was frozen by Yuuri’s muttered words…

“It can’t be. When did they get in? Why would they do this?”

Startled, he thought maybe he was hearing things. “Yuuri?” he called, his concern heavy in his voice. The letter was now on the floor as Wolfram took a good look at Yuuri, only three steps away from him.

Yuuri’s normally tan skin was starting to pale, his eyes were wider than they usually were, and they showed of fear and confusion. His hands were trembling some, and he looked to be sorta unsteady. He seemed to, as his earth phrase fit, ‘have seen a ghost.’

“Yuuri,” Conrad started approach his godson. “Are you ok? Tell us what’s wrong. What happened?” Conrad never called Yuuri by his name until he was truly worried about him or trying to comfort him or when Yuuri corrected him as he often did. Stopping just a few paces away from Yuuri, Conrad began to gain a sense of dread as he felt something was about to happen that he wouldn’t like.

Still in his position leaning against the bookcase on the wall, Murata watched the scene unfold before him. Choosing not to say anything just yet, he also was slightly alarmed for his friend. Conrad and Wolfram had tried to get him to say something, so all he can do is wait for the moment.

Yuuri took a moment to gather his thoughts to summarize what he read to his friends. He started to feel dizzy, his eyes felt heavy, his head hurt, and his legs felt as if they would give in at any given moment.

“The paper,” Yuuri started, his lips struggling to move and his voice going softer with every word, “Threats...castle.…protect.….” and with that, Yuuri started to fall towards the ground.

“Yuuri!” Being the closest and with his sharp reflexes, Wolfram dove and caught Yuuri before his head hit the ground. Wolfram wasn’t sure if he heard it right, but he thought he heard Yuuri mutter something about protecting Greta.

“Yes Yuuri, Greta’s alright...” Wolfram soothed, trying hard to remain calm for his wimp, although he had a tight hold on him. He laid Yuuri onto his lap, stroking his hair and holding him close to his chest. Right then he heard two more words escape Yuuri lips in soft, quiet breaths…

“Protect….Wolfram…”

Then the Maou went completely limp in Wolfram’s arms.

“YURRI!”

“Get Gisela!!” Gwendal stood yelled through his door. The door was cracked by a bit and his voiced carried loud enough to be heard. Then he heard some of the guards dash from the door, presumably to follow orders. ‘That’s odd, I was sure Wolfram was leaning against the door before this happened...’ Gwendal thought briefly before turning his attention back to the situation at hand.

Loud wails of sorrow escaped from a devastated Gunter as he rose from his spot and scurried over to the figure of the unmoving Yuuri lying in Wolfram’s lap.

Conrad, Murata, and Gwendal also rushed over to Yuuri, worried about their precious Maou.

“He’s still breathing, somewhat barely, but still doesn’t look so good.” Murata observed in a cold, business-like tone.

Seeing the state that Yuuri was in and being helpless along with everybody else about doing something as none of them can heal, Wolfram was on the verge of panicking. He was just barely able to contain himself, or the tears that threatened dangerously to fall.

After a few more agonizing minutes, which felt like ages to Wolfram, they all heard a loud commanding voice coming from just outside the hall.

“Where is he?!” A second later and bursting through the door was Gisela, adopted daughter of Gunter von Christ and the head healer of the castle. Standard military nurse uniform, long green hair pulled back into a ponytail, and eyes hardened by the distress call, she was ready for work at a moment’s notice.

Her eyes quickly found their way to the crowd gathered by the center of the floor. She saw Wolfram sitting with Yuuri in his lap, biting his bottom lip and rocking back and forth, frantically wiping at his eyes every few seconds to keep his tears at bay. Yuuri laid completely still, a bit lifeless with not the slightest movement aside from the short small up and down chest movements from his breathing. Kneeling on either side of them were Conrad, eyes scanning Yuuri hard for any unusual movement as a trained soldier would on the field, and her father, who bit his nails and wept freely. Hovering above them were Gwendal, with his hard, steely expression and more wrinkles than ever appearing on his forehead, and the Great Sage whose expression was unreadable as his eyes were covered by the reflective glint from the light on his glasses.

“Everyone move back. Now!” Gisela ordered. Everyone complied, except for Wolfram who still clung to Yuuri. “Wolfram you too. Move it!” Unwillingly, Wolfram quickly and gently laid Yuuri on the floor, who still showed no active response.

Gisela took no time at all in reaching Yuuri and applying magical healing with her right hand, and scanning his body with her left. Gisela was quite fond of the young Maou, and had no intent on losing him now, regardless of if she knew what happened or not.

As Gisela worked to revive the body of Yuuri Shibuya, Wolfram couldn’t help but ponder over the words he’d heard Yuuri last speak. ‘It can’t be. When did they get in? Why would they do this?’ ‘Protect..Greta..Protect…Wolfram’ and what caused that petrified look in Yuuri’s eyes?

‘What was Yuuri thinking to make him warn to protect Greta and.. me?’Wolfram wondered. He knew how much Yuuri cared for Greta, so asking to protect Greta in his last warning moments before he blacked out was nothing shocking. What did have Wolfram alittle perplexed was the fact that Yuuri asked for his protection. Yuuri wouldn’t place that much importance on him… would he?

Gisela had been working on Yuuri for 10 minutes now, and even she started to look exhausted and rather surprised.

He was getting even more anxious. ‘Yuuri, you better come back to me. I haven’t completely figured out what’s going on with us, especially since that scene in the garden.’ At the thought of their moment earlier before it was ruined, Wolfram allowed a brief reminisce form of a smile to cross his lips.‘Hurry up Yuuri. I don’t know what I’d do without you wimp!’

Wolfram had witnessed Yuuri pass out many times before from his Maou transformations, but it was never as disturbing as this, never as, wrong, as this. Yuuri may have passed out before, but there was something more peaceful about it then, like when he was just resting and would wake up smiling later.

But this was different; it was as if Yuuri just… died in his arms. It’s like when his soldiers were wounded in combat right before they passed on suddenly. It scared Wolfram to no end, not just because something happened to Yuuri, but something happened while in his care. After all he swore to protect Yuuri from anything and everything, he’d let something harm the most precious thing to him ever.

Deep in thought, Murata continued to watch Gisela’s attempt to revive Yuuri, who hasn’t seemed to really respond much to her treatment in the last 10 minutes. A few feet away, he noticed the letter by Gwendal’s feet, as the letter had slipped all of their minds altogether. ‘It had been probably been kicked away during the entire ruckus.’ The Sage thought.‘Whatever happened to Shibuya, it all started when he read that letter.’ He walked over to retrieve the paper. As Murata bent down to retrieve the paper, Gwendal noticed the disregarded letter and his curiosity about it stirred, if nothing else to serve as a quick distraction from filling his mind from thoughts of the worst for the young Maou.

Right before Murata’s and Gwendal’s eyes, when Murata hand got close to the letter, the words on it started to disappear at a rapid pace. Both of their eyes were wide as before they could comprehend what happened or blink twice, all lines of the paper were gone except for one piece at the bottom.

Gwendal reached down and snatched the paper up by the top before Murata could touch it. And before he could read it, he heard Gisela’s voice reach his ears.

“It’s no use!” The green-haired doctor threw back her head in a cry of frustration. “He’s not responding to my magic! I’m trying to heal him, but I can only heal physical discomfort, which there doesn’t seem to be any. I’ve scanned and rescanned him over and over, but I can’t find anything wrong with him. I know he’s not just sleeping, his breathing pattern is too short and irregular. This is something that I’ve yet to see, and it’s frustrating the crap outta me!”

Wolfram’s eyes just got bigger at this news. So did Conrad’s and Gunter’s. Wolfram marched over and leveled himself eye-to-eye with Gisela. “Look you, you are this castles head healer. This is your King! He’s hurt. Do something. Now!” Gisela said in an even tone with Wolfram’s, staring Wolfram back in the eyes, “I can’t. I’m trying to think, but nothing like this has happened before. There’s nothing else I can do at the moment.” Conrad just stared as Gunter let out a gasp. Wolfram back away and sat, (kinda fell back on his butt) on the floor and look at Yuuri’s still form. Even Gisela can’t do something? What has befallen the Demon King? ‘Yuuri, what’s wrong with you?’

Gwendal and Murata had become temporarily distracted by the announcement of Gisela’s. Once again for a brief bit the paper was forgotten until Murata brought attention back to it. “Gwendal, I know that that’s no ordinary paper. Tell me what’s on it.” Gwendal brought his thoughts back to the paper in his hand, slightly shaking from the stress he was feeling at the moment. He scanned the paper until he got to the last line. When he finished, he slammed the paper down on his desk with a loud thud, momentarily earning him the attention of everyone in his room except for, of course, Yuuri.

Murata took this as a sign that whatever was on that paper wasn’t good as he picked up the paper off the desk and read it aloud:

“To whom it may concern,

If you are reading this piece then it means the purpose of this letter has been carried out and the Maou has been poisoned. I’ve included my plans for the fate of Blood Pledge Castle in my letter, written in Wincott poison. This isn’t like previous combinations of poison before, as you may known or have allegedly experienced in the past with Gunter von Christ, no. This was especially designed for the Maou, Yuuri Shibuya. He should of started feeling the effects as soon as he touched this paper. My plans should have disappeared from view, although not before the Maou finished reading it so he’d know what’ll be going on while he is incapable to interfere. The death of the Maou is at hand, and everything will become twisted as I see fit. I want the Maou dead, or to step down and die, and if I were in your position, I’d highly consider it for the sake of your loved ones, and his precious daughter Greta, and that pretty, whoring concubine of his, Wolfram von Bielefeld... hehehe. I look forward to seeing you soon.”

“Your friend, Z. Wincott”

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