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There's Anger In Love	By : kre8tive Category: +G to L > Kyou Kara Maou Views: 4047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh. I only own my Tar Heels hat.

Hi everybody! I’m apologize for the long wait between the chapter updates. I’m still working on that balancing my schedule thing, and apparently I didn’t do it right. But I’m trying to get better. I’m definitely going to finish this story for everyone who has told me they are taken by it. Shout outs to the reviewers, my motivation! Haha ok, now for the long awaited chapter, here is…

Chapter 3 – Realizations

But there wasn’t a single annoyance planted in Lady Alyssa DueBridge. She was gorgeous, with her round, inviting sapphire eyes. She was elegant in the way she dressed and the tone she talked with. She was polite with manners, as demonstrated by the way she talked. She was friendly, as she latched onto Yuuri. She was a princess, and a human one the Yuuri felt a sort of connection to. She was graceful by the way she moved. It would be hard for any man to say that she wasn’t perfect and would make the perfect bride!

So when Alyssa declared her adoration of Yuuri, and gazed into his eyes black eyes under the lit night sky, holding him close with their faces just inches apart, Yuuri was stunned as only one thought ran through his head and heart.

Already in an intimate embrace, Lady Alyssa moved her lips towards Yuuri’s. There was only one thing Yuuri could do…

In reality, time only passed in a couple of seconds. But to Yuuri, time passed by slowly, as if every second took a century to go by. Lady Alyssa DueBridge was pressed close to Yuuri, her chest against his, wrapping her arms around him in a loving embrace while leaning in, ready to deliver to Yuuri what would be his first real kiss.

In the back of Yuuri’s mind, there was a faint sense of awareness. It told him that something wasn’t right, that something was off. Something was telling him to run away, to do right and leave because what was going on was wrong. But his feet were stuck, his heart was pounding, his eyes were glazed over, and his body jilted with anticipation. Nothing seemed to be working right except for his mind. It was working and Yuuri knew what was going on, even if it felt as if everything was in slow motion.

He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement. He was about to get his very first kiss! Although everything seemed to move excruciatingly slow, Yuuri couldn’t believe his luck. Ever since he had been in Shin Makoku, he had been admired by many people, including potential girlfriends, but never has he been approached so directly by one of them, mainly because of a certain jealous blond that has a tendency to start fires. Here he was finally alone, in private with someone, someone he found that he liked. She was pretty; she was a princess so there wouldn’t be any political problems, at least from Gwendal’s view. And being a princess also helped her want Yuuri for Yuuri, seeing as any status or material benefit she would gain she either already has or will have anyway once she took over as ruler for her land. She was smart, and had genuine characteristics. She had a genuine smile, genuine personality, genuine looks, not using all the over obsessive make-up and perfume Yuuri was used to from greedy and willing girls from other lands. She spoke properly, had manners, and was a strong person, able to survive and move on from a tragic ordeal she endured. Lady Alyssa was everything Yuuri had wanted, almost like the nice Japanese wife he always dreamed of back on Earth.

What was happening now was truly something special. As her breath rested on Yuuri’s still lips, hers inching closer to his, arms draped around him, Yuuri could only think about how much he had wanted and waited for something like this. He always wanted his first kiss to be with someone he actually liked. He always wanted to have that special moment, the kind that everyone experiences right before the first kiss. He always wanted his first kiss to be with someone he actually felt some kind of connection to, and not just some random stranger. He always wanted his first kiss to be meaningful to him, in the sense that he’d always remember the experience as a memorable one, and something he’d never regret. And most importantly, he always expected and wanted his first kiss to be with a girl.

So naturally, Yuuri did the only thing that felt right when his first kiss was to be delivered to him by the lips Lady Alyssa…

He pulled his head back, and placed two soft fingers on her lips.

Nothing happened for a few seconds. Then Lady Alyssa blinked her eyes a few times to remove the lustful gaze in her eyes and tried to comprehend what just happened. When realization hit her, she uncoiled her arms and repelled herself from Yuuri as if he had body odor that could kill every demon in Shin Makoku and beyond. She turned away from him, her face clearly evident with embarrassment and defeat and confusion and hurt. A fiercely red blush crawled deep into her face and water collecting in the corners of her eyes.

Yuuri couldn’t believe himself. Here he was, in private, alone with a very attractive girl in looks and personality, and under one of the most romantic settings he could think of for his first kiss with a girl. The moonlight was blanketing them, the stars hung overhead in a beautiful spectacle of light, the atmosphere in the air was certainly one of want, and the girl he was with was obviously into him.

Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Kissing Lady Alyssa would have been like kissing the girl of his dreams, yet, she wasn’t the certain someone that he imagined himself with every time he thought his future in reality. In his mind, this was like a fairy tale that Yuuri remembered reading as a child back on Earth, where the King and the princess would fall in love and live happily ever after.

But Yuuri knows life isn’t like that, and only in a fantasy does everything one wants come true. Did he still have somewhere inside him that desire to still have that normal family life he’d always imagined? Sure, he can’t be faulted for that. But his life has changed, and many people and certain perspectives on how things are supposed to be have influenced that change.

Yuuri stood there on the balcony with Lady Alyssa, her back to him. He wasn’t exactly sure what to say, but he watched her while trying to think of something. She was trying to calm herself down from the incredible humiliation she felt at the moment from being rejected and acting on indecent impulses. She quickly turned around to face him, all signs of remorse and hurt showing.

“Dear Shinou, please forgive me for my actions Hieka.” Her sudden formality and unexpectedness surprised Yuuri, who winced some when she called him by his formal title. Her tone was unsure and shaky, not containing the confidence she spoke with earlier at all.

“I have crossed the line. Please excuse my insolence, for I have forgotten my place.” Sapphire eyes were wide were with fear and regret. “I am a fool to think I could ever be with anyone as kindhearted and powerful as you. I forget that I am not worthy enough to approached His Majesty, and that His Majesty has many other wonderful candidates to choose from besides me, a spoiled rich girl from the human lands. I forget that-”

“Stop” Yuuri cut in, interrupting her before she had a chance to bow in show of respect and plead for mercy. “Listen, Alyssa, please don’t do that, I mean, I-” Lady Alyssa looked at him with anticipation, uncertainty and defeat in the mix. “By this was totally mistaken on my account Your Majesty! I know you have not-” Yuuri held up his hand to stop her again.

“Stop. It’s not you. Stop calling me formally and relax, ok?” Yuuri gazed at her with wide, soft, pebble shaped black eyes. The non-threatening message they conveyed seemed to have a calming effect on the princess. Her wide eyes shrunk back into her head, and she took a few deep breathes to relax herself and gain some self-control. “Ok Yuuri.” She let out one last deep breathe.

“Good,” Yuuri breathe a sigh of relief. “Now listen, it’s not you, I promise. Honestly, you’re the kind of girl that I’ve always wanted, the kind that I’ve seen in my dreams since I was little. You’re attractive, smart, confident, and strong, emotionally and physically. You were able to talk to me about what happened to you and your sister, and you almost pulled my arm off dragging me out here.” The girl smiled slightly at that.

“If circumstances were different, I’d be the happiest I’ve ever been. As embarrassing as it is to admit, that would have been my first real kiss, and I would have been honored to share it with a beautiful Lady like you.” Her slight smile turned into a soft one at the compliment. “But the thing is, I’m already attracted to someone. As weird as it is, I think I really want to stay with that someone. They may be impulsive, rash, irritating, jealous, and just weird, but for some reason I can’t understand, I can’t let go.” Her smile turned into more of one with curiosity. She listened as Yuuri rambled on about this person who has stolen The Maou’s precious heart.

“I’ve always wanted my first kiss to be with someone I actually liked. I like you, but there’s something about him that pulls at me and makes me want to keep him close. I’ve always wanted to have that special moment, the kind that everyone says they experience right before the first kiss. I guess this was kinda like that moment, but something was off, and I don’t think I would have noticed that something if this moment was actually the one everybody says it is. And I’ve always wanted my first kiss to be with someone I actually felt some kind of connection to, and not just some random stranger. Your story about what happened to you and your sister, the way you told it made me feel your pain. I’m still angry about that happening, but I was able feel a lot of empathy for you. But the thing is, the connection I share with him is always there, whether or not I want it to be. I haven’t been the best receptor, but I know Wolfram always knows when something is on my mind, and he’s always there for me. Oh, and first kiss is supposed to be meaningful to me, in the sense that I’d always remember the experience as a memorable one, and something I’d never regret. Our experience I’m sure would be a great one for my memory, but it wouldn’t be one that I would feel completely comfortable with, as Wolfram keeps popping up into my mind. But the last thing throws me off some because I had always expected and wanted my first kiss to be with a girl, but Wolfram gets so dramatic at times with his mood swings that sometimes it gets hard to tell. But I’d choose him every time, everyday, anywhere, and I think it’s only now that I’m actually seeing how much he means to me. I’m sorry if none of this makes any sense, I kinda went on a rant for a minute.”

Yuuri breathe a loud sigh of relief and disbelief. He actually admitted that he wanted to stay with Wolfram, even though in his mind he didn’t actually say it was him and by ‘stay’ he wasn’t sure exactly where ‘stay’ was in their relationship. He wanted to change it for the better, but had no idea how.

“Well,” she said “I wish you and Sir Bielefeld the best. He is truly lucky to have someone who cares about him as much as you do.” Yuuri stared at Lady Alyssa, dumbfounded as to how she knew who he was talking about. She read the look in his face and smiled, knowing that he was talking so much he might not even remember everything he said. “It was obvious by the way you were talking, and you had specifically said his name a few times anyway Yuuri, hehe.” She giggled as she wrapped her arms back around him, this time in the form of a friendly hug. “You should go to him. Good luck Yuuri. I shall still be here if you need me.” Yuuri, caught off guard by the hug but returning it anyway, replied “Thanks. I really want us to work out, somehow.”

The hug only lasted for maybe 5 seconds before both blond and sapphire and double black heard a loud sniffle from the door of the balcony. Lady Alyssa and Yuuri looked up to see Lady Celi at the door. “I’m sorry Heika, I didn’t mean to intrude, but I overheard what you said and I couldn’t be happier that you’ve finally accepted my Wolfie!” Lady Celi blew loudly into her handkerchief that she held in one hand, a glass of what can be easily assumed to be wine in the other. She swayed a bit as she stood there, apparently tipsy but not to the point of being drunk yet. “I’m the proudest mother in Shin Makoku at the moment. This is wonderful, I could even-”

“Mother, what are you doing over here?” Lady Celi was cut off a certain familiar voice, as Wolfram walked over to her. “Have you seen…” He then looked out towards the balcony where Yuuri and Lady Alyssa were. “Yuuri” Wolfram’s eyes bulged at the sight in front of him. Yuuri saw the look and realized that he and Lady Alyssa were still embraced in their hug. Quickly they flew apart, but it was too late.

“Wimp!! What’s going on?! How could you do this to me?!”

“Wolf, wait, I can explain. See I was trying to-ah” Wolfram cut him off. Tears welled up in the dark pools of his deep emerald eyes. “No Yuuri, I don’t want to hear it. Why? Why is everything happening to me tonight? I’m tired of it all! Tired of trying, tired of crying, tired of all the hurt and lying I do to myself...” His voice grew softer, the tears shimmering in his eyes, but not falling. “Just so tired…”

“Wolfram wait! I… Wolfram!” Wolfram turned around, shaking his head and muttering to himself, and left, leaving Yuuri to call after him. His back was the last thing Yuuri saw before he was gone.

Guilt settled its way into Yuuri’s chest, twisting and manifesting itself into a world of hurt. “Don’t worry Heika, I’ll get him!” Lady Celi assured. “Wolfie!” She cried, dashing away into the crowd after Wolfram.

Yuuri was like an old stone statue on the balcony. His body couldn’t move, he couldn’t think, and he couldn’t comprehend how he just messed up again, and why this time it pained him so much to see that look in Wolfram’s eyes. “Heika, you must go after him!” Lady Alyssa urged. She stood there, watching the exchange. Guilty was an understatement to describe how she felt at the moment. She reached over and grabbed Yuuri’s arm, trying to pull him towards the door. It suddenly got a lot cooler outside, and clouds were thick in the sky.

Yuuri didn’t budge, seeming to be in his own world. When she tried to talk to him, it seems that he either pretended she wasn’t there or her words disappeared before they could reach him. Lady Alyssa didn’t know what to do or say. Yuuri seemed to be in his distant world of pain, caused by the pain from Sir von Bielefeld and his misinterpretation of what happened, caused by the awkward embrace she and Yuuri shared, caused by her selfish desire to express herself to the handsome and kind boy. By her hand, the whole evening had been ruined for the two, and possibly their relationship also. She was selfish tonight, and the damage that selfishness caused made her feel less of the proper woman and princess she imagined she was suppose to be.

“Yuuri,” she said softly, “Yuuri listen to me.” Yuuri was still in his trace. She sighed, right before smacking him on the back of his head. Yuuri’s head jerked forward from the impact, and he was broken from his staring-into-space spell. He rubbed his head before looking at her. “Ouch, why’d you do that?” he asked.

“Because I need you to listen to me.” Her tone changed from sadness to determination. “I’m sorry, Yuuri, I’m soo sorry. I have messed up your relationship between you and Wolfram. It was unfair of me to drag you out here without thinking about how it would be perceived. I was selfish, and the blame belongs to me, and rightly so after witnessing the look in Wolfram’s eyes and the reaction you had. My apologies will not fix anything, but I offer them anyway. If I am to be punished later, then so be it, but now is not the time. Yuuri, you are in love with Sir Wolfram von Bielefeld, and he is hurting. Please Yuuri, you have to go to him. Forget the party, forget the formalities, and forget the rest of the rubbish that is going on everywhere else. You must console him Yuuri. You and Wolfram belong together, I see that now…” Her eyes averted his and drifted towards the railing.

Yuuri was somewhat taken aback by her words, but knew she held truth to her words. Yes, he did get dragged outside by Lady Alyssa, but he also knows he allowed himself to be dragged and stayed outside with her instead of going back in. Any although some many may place the blame on her, Yuuri knew he was not exactly innocent in this either. He would have actually kissed her if he only waited a few seconds more. But he didn’t. He didn’t let himself be swayed enough by his old bias beliefs, even if they hung around. Wolfram had the right to be mad at him, especially catching them hugging after he had considered kissing. It was then Yuuri realized that he shouldn’t have frozen up when Wolfram turned his back on him, but accepted it as it was and went after him instead of Lady Celi, to set things straight.

Lady Alyssa blamed herself harshly for the actions of them both, when really he should take some of it also. To Yuuri, that was unfair.

“Alyssa, listen to me.” She didn’t make eye contact with him, but her hung head barely turned towards him which showed she was listening. “You are too harsh on yourself. Yes there is blame to be taken but not all of it is all on you. I chose to stay out here with you. I chose to hug you back. I chose to not push you away at first when I finally got that you liked me. The blame is to be placed on me also.” Lady Alyssa raised her beautiful sapphire eyes to his soft black ones. Her eyes shined wit wetness and regret and disbelief. “I do not blame you, and of course I’m not going to punish you either. You are one of the most stunning people I know, inside and out. You should not scold yourself over a mistake. Nobody is perfect and we all make mistakes.” Yuuri smiled at her. Her mouth opened some, but then she closed it back into a slight smile, somewhat of relief and gratefulness.

“But you are right about one thing Alyssa, Wolfram is hurting, and I do need to go to him. You helped me to become aware of how much of an influence he has on me, and that’s something he doesn’t know or that I knew until now. So for that, I thank you.”

“Yuuri Heika, you are the nicest, the most pardoning, and most the exceptional man I know. I cannot thank you enough for your praise, even after all I have done. Sir von Bielefeld is truly the luckiest person alive to be able to have a handsome, caring man like you. Please, you have already spent enough time with me for the night. Go to him, reassure him of how much he means to you.” Yuuri started to say something, but she held up her hand and imitated a shooing motion.

Yuuri smiled at her, nodding his head before dashing away to find Wolfram, leaving Lady Alyssa alone with the now cloudless night sky.

Wolfram sat on his bed in his room, the room that was his bedroom before he started sleeping in The Maou’s chambers. He rushed in, not knowing where he was going and only letting his feet carry him. He locked the door as he entered, so now his mother was on the other side begging for him to let her in. He didn’t want her, nor did he want to hear anything she had to say. Everything that happened tonight was too much, and he couldn’t believe what had happened.

<Flashback>

In the ballroom, he was trying to diffuse from his argument with Yuuri earlier, but it wasn’t working as he was still fuming inside. He saw Yuuri enter the room, late as expected, then watched the coward stick close to the wall as he made his way towards his brother, instead of coming to find him. “Wimp,” Wolfram huffed. He knew Yuuri wasn’t concerned enough to actually talk to him, but was always happy to go to Weller and do whatever they do with that bond they share. He wouldn’t admit it right then, but he knew he was jealous of their bond. He tried to get Yuuri to open himself up to him like he would with Conrad, but Yuuri would pretend to ignore him and refused.

Wolfram tried over and over, but never had he succeeded. Watching Yuuri and Weller talk, he saw Yuuri looking around, and saw Conrad point in his direction, or at least it seemed to be in his direction. ‘Yuuri must have asked for advice again, always from Weller.’ Wolfram thought to himself. When he started to see Yuuri’s head turned towards him, Wolfram put his head down and averted eye contact. ‘I don’t even want to talk to him right now, or for him to even think I’m thinking about him, even if it’s true. Dammit Yuuri, why is it so hard being in love with you?’

Wolfram didn’t look towards the direction of his brother or Yuuri anymore, but instead towards the voice that was addressing him.

“Hello Wolfram, nice to see you again.” The voice belonged to a boy Wolfram knew from his lands as Jace von Bielefeld. “You again” Wolfram replied, trying not to let the contempt he felt slip out but failing.

“I see you’re upset about something.”

“I’m fine” Wolfram said.

“Honestly Wolfram, if you were fine, would you be standing here by yourself with your arms folded and hands clenched?”

“Leave me alone Jace.”

“Aw come on Wolfram, don’t be like that. Remember how we were back about 30 or 40 years ago? We used to tell each other everything.”

At this, Wolfram visibly flinched.

“Go. Away. Ugly. Brat.”

“Aw you’re hardly one to talk about being a brat.”

Wolfram glared at the boy in front of him. He did not feel like being pestered by his once childhood friend, especially when he was already annoyed. Jace just gave him a smug look in return.

He was by no means an ugly boy, for he was definitely a match with Wolfram in physique. They were about the same height, had similar blond hair, were slim, strong, and fair-skinned, had white shiny teeth, and deep gazing eyes. But Jace varied from Wolfram in his looks and attitude some. Both boys hair were the same in color and shade, but Jace’s hair was longer, pulled into a ponytail that stretched down to bottom of his neck. His shoulders were slightly broader than Wolfram’s, and instead of the pools of deep emerald eyes that Wolfram had, his eyes were a lively violet that always carried a spark in them. Instead of the blue dress uniform Wolfram sported, Jace was decorated in an almost all white dress uniform with violet outlining, bringing out his eyes even more. His sword hung at his side, and a gold necklace hung from his neck. He was truly a beautiful boy, as he and Wolfram would accumulate the most looks wherever they went.

“What are you even doing here anyway, you only show your face when it’s convenient for you, and I don’t see any reason as to why this gathering would be of any benefit to you.” Jace shook his head. “It’s a party Wolfram, I don’t see why I’m not allowed to come and enjoy myself if there is a free invitation.”

Wolfram snorted and turn his head away, choosing to face the far wall to his right instead. Jace laughed. “Aw come on, don’t act that. Besides, you act like its not obvious how you’re seething about something our poor Maou must have done now.” At the mention of Yuuri, Wolfram whipped his head at Jace and glared more. “Shut up Jace, you don’t know anything.” Jace shrugged his shoulders, flashing that slightly flirtatious and laid-back smile of his. “True I don’t know anything, or at least I didn’t until you looked at me as if you wanted to bite my head off when I mentioned Heika.”

Wolfram snorted again, muttering to himself. “Heika my ass.” Jace snickered at his comment.

“Tell me just what did he do? You know me well enough to know that I’m not going anywhere until I find out, and that’ll I’ll follow you until you tell me.” Unfortunately for Wolfram, he did know how determined Jace can get, and that he would make good on his words. So he reluctantly told him about what happened with Yuuri and the girls in town. When he finished, Jace had his eyes closed and was shaking his head. “Ah Wolfram, you really should learn to be more patient and alil more lenient, instead of getting so jealous and worked up every time you misconceive a situation in that beautiful head of yours.”

Wolfram looked at Jace with disgust. “How could take that wimp’s side? I am his FIANCE, and he leaves me to go to an alley with two random girls? Regardless of what happened, he doesn’t say anything and leaves?” Jace looked at Wolfram, shaking his head some more. “Poor Wolfie, you’re so insecure in your love that you don’t even realize it.” Wolfram gave him a bewildered look, and then got ready to snap at him, before Jace put his hands up in defense.

“Wait hear me out. Look Wolfram, did Heika really do anything that bad? The thing is, he saw someone in distress, and he went to go help him. I believe that he would have helped anyone that he saw in need of support, as gender and race seems to be irrelevant to him. Then afterwards, he came back with you right? He didn’t stay with anyone else, and he didn’t go back to see the girls again. The only one that saw anything wrong is you. I and everyone else see the act of helping someone in trouble. You, however, see Yuuri cheating on you with a girl in the alley instead. You may not be realizing it, but you’re letting me hear everything that you are apparently concerned will happen. That’s probably why you’re so jealous all the time, you’re scared of losing him. Tell me, and I close?”

Wolfram was left with a half-dumbfounded look on his face. He knew that Jace was a friend he had from a long time ago and that he may have some insight as to how Wolfram really felt, but Wolfram never actually imagined that Jace would be able to analyze him and know exactly what he was thinking or feeling. Regaining his composure and trying to disregard the annoyance he felt, Wolfram held a neutral stare towards Jace’s direction, in which the other boy smiled.

“Wolfram, if you want my advice, in which you’re getting it anyway, go easy on him. He’s from another world where his ideas and beliefs are different and he needed time to adjust. But as it seems, he is also interested in you, judging by the way he’s walking over here.” At Jace’s comment, Wolfram’s head turned around, and sure enough, Yuuri was had just left Conrad and entered the crowd, coming towards him. As Yuuri was distracted by the task of moving between people, Wolfram whipped his head back around, face somewhat flushed.

Jace watched the blush creep into Wolfram’s face, amusement clear in his heart-melting smile. “Wolfram, you really do love him huh? You only blush that easily when you are either caught off guard, or something personal is affecting you. In this case your feelings of The Maou.” Wolfram turned his head, crossed his arms, and snorted again, mainly to hide his embarrassment to have a piece of him easily read by his friend.

“Hm, what’s going on here? It seems The Maou has some business to attend to first. Dear me, she must be quite strong to be that delicate and pull him like that.” Jace observed Yuuri being dragged away by an princess he did not recognize. At this news, Worlfam’s neck cursed him when he once again whipped his head around to the sight of Yuuri following after a girl, and allowing her to grab him! Wait, that girl… she looks familiar. That’s it! Wolfram knew her! She’s, as Wolfram remembers her, the Whoring-King-Snatcher from the alley!

Flames rose in Wolfram’s eyes as he prepared himself to barbeque a certain king and princess. But before he could take a step, a hand on his shoulder whirled him around to face a pair of violet eyes. “Don’t be so rash Wolfram. You’ll never get him like that. If you interfere every time you see a lady around The Maou, you’ll be doing nothing but the opposite of what you really want; you’ll be pushing him away.”

Wolfram shrugged the hand off him and looked back to where Yuuri and the Whoring-King-Snatcher were, only to find that they had disappeared. Huffing, he turned back around to Jace, who was wearing a concerned look. “Wolfram, listen. I’m actually worried about you. You seem to lose all control when it comes to Heika, and that’s not the Wolfram I know. What is it that drives you to forget yourself?” Wolfram hung his head some; choosing to look at the tiles on the floor instead of Jace’s questioning eyes. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Jace sighed. “At least not here.”

Seeing that Wolfram might have a hole in his head for him to stuff some sense into, Jace did what he saw the princess do to Yuuri. He grabbed Wolfram’s hand and drug him out of the ballroom and onto the nearest unoccupied balcony. Closing the glass doors behind him, they were finally alone.

Now in private on one of the multiple identical balconies of the castle, Jace slowly walked over to where Wolfram had situated himself. Wolfram was leaning on the railing, back to the moon and scenery, suspicious eyes watching Jace as he came closer. “What are you up to?”

Stopping and leaning on the railing beside Wolfram, Jace took a deep breath and folded his arms. “You said you didn’t want to talk in there, so I brought you out here. Now talk.”

“I only said that so you would get the hint that I didn’t want to talk, which must have flown a mile over your head.” Wolfram watched Jace sigh again, and then stare him dead in the eyes.

“Wolfram, how long have we known each other? How long have we been friends? How long are you going to pretend that I don’t know you and don’t recognize how you’re feeling inside, even though you’re showing something else on the outside? Wolfram von Bielefeld, you are one of the simplest people I know, but it’s only because people don’t take the time to know you that you seem so damn complicated. I took the time, and I’ll be damned if you’re going to just throw it back in my face.”

Violet eyes shining, blond hair lightly bouncing with the breeze, moonlight sparkling brilliantly off his violent trimming and exotic jewelry, Jace von Bielefeld looked the perfect image of the determined pretty boy who was concerned for his friend. Nonchalant attitude and flirty smiles now non-existent; Jace was showing a side of himself that hardly anyone who didn’t know him got to witness.

Wolfram was one of those few that knew him, and also one of the few people that forgot how resilient he can be when he has an objective. Now seeing that he wasn’t dealing with the carefree side of his childhood friend, Wolfram tried to mirror Jace’s aura, not allowing him self to back down and show any emotion. He stood alil straighter and folded his arms, sending a gaze on level of that with Jace.

From this posture, Jace easily read how defensive Wolfram was being. “Apparently, you didn’t hear me. Wolfram, I’m not asking as a request, tell me what is on your mind.”

Wolfram didn’t budge. “Apparently, you didn’t hear me. I said that I don’t need to tell you anything.”

“I think you do. You’re getting all defensive.”

“Only because you’re getting confrontational.”

“Only because you’re not responding to me.”

“Only because I don’t trust you.”

“And why the hell not?!” Jace was starting to get impatient with Wolfram and this round-a-bout way they were talking. And what is this about not trusting him?

“You know damn well why!” Wolfram was also starting to fire his temper. This conversation was not what he needed, and the fact he was being confronted, and the fact that it was by Jace, and by the fact that he was starting to lose the control for the resentment he had harbored then hidden towards Jace did NOT help his mood in the slightest.

“No I don’t know! That’s why we need to talk! Or are you so blinded by your infatuation with Yuuri that you can’t even talk to the person right in front of you!” Wolfram scoffed at the comment before giving Jace a glare so heated that the most battle weary and fearless men would start to reconsider.

“First off, you do not know Yuuri, so you DO NOT address your king so informally. Secondly, the business between me and my Fiancé does not concern you. Third, I do see you now. I saw you when you first showed up a party awhile back, and a few parties between then and now. But why do you keep mentioning how we used, keyword used, to be and like we’re still the best of friends. You’re kind of off on your timing, your only 20 years too late! You can’t just pick up where we left off. I thought I could tolerate your ignorant ass and I’ve done good to last this long. You know what? I don’t need this from you! I’m leaving.” And with that Wolfram started towards the door.

Jace hesitated a moment before what Wolfram said actually dawned on him. His face fell from one of contempt to one of heavy regret. “Wolfram” he said. Wolfram stopped, but did not turn around. “Wait Wolfram, please listen to me.” Wolfram still did not turn around. “Nothing you can say can make up for the time that was lost.” he replied. The volume of his tone had lowered like Jace’s, but the resent that it held was unmistakable. “Wolfram,” Jace pleaded, “Please hear me out. Wolfram please, look at me!”

Fist clenched and posture hostile, Wolfram relaxed himself enough to turn around and face the boy. His emerald eyes were hardened, his heart was sheltered, his fist and teeth were still clenched, and he was ready to go off again at a moment’s notice, until he saw the helpless look and form the other boy had.

Shoulders slumped, violet eyes moisturized, and a defeated stare, Jace looked to replicate the feelings of a beaten prisoner. His posture no longer held confidence and intimidation, fear and meekness had taken over. He looked to be afraid of something, to be thinking about something that could destroy him.

Wolfram’s temper dissolved immediately and he sent over to Jace’s side. The violet eyed beauty had taken on a form that Wolfram had never seen before. “Jace, talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong.” Jace shook his head. Wolfram sighed and tried again. No matter how angry he was with him, he still could not totally abandon Jace, the fact that they were such good friends held him to that.

“Jace look at me. Look at me Jace” Wolfram said, talking to him the same way that he would with Greta when she was younger and would get upset, or like he would with a small child. This time Jace did look up. “Wolfram,” he said, “do you really wanna know the main reason I was gone for so long?” His tone was unsure, but held a spark of determination and hope. Wolfram said nothing and nodded. Jace bore his soft violet eyes into Wolfram’s.

Then, with the moonlight shining down onto the two blond heartbreakers, and with the wind caressing both of their bodies, Jace whispered “You.”

Then he wrapped his hand behind Wolfram’s head and quickly pressed his lips to Wolframs…

I still apologize for the long wait for the chapter update. But yea, the story has taken on a life of it’s own and it seems that it will run alil longer than intended. But I’ve decided that the longer I make you wait, the more I am obligated to put into the story. I thank you for your support and taking time to read this update. So tell me, how did you like it? If you have any, suggestions are welcome! Read and Review! Until next time! Kriter727@yahoo.com

P.S Shout out to my little brother. This weekend was the birthday weekend! Love you man!
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