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Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo kara maoh. I only own the air I am allowed to breathe.

Hi!!! I’ve got to say that I’ve been getting some major support for the story so far, and thank you everyone who waited patiently for this next installment! I’ve had a run in with bad luck, and he stuck with me for the rest of the week. Ugh! I’ve had three test to take in a day back to back, and they were killer, I hoped I did good. I was writing this story and got halfway when the power gave out! I lost it ALL and had to redo it all! I even had a minor car accident yesterday. It was raining and my car slid into the car in front of me that through on their brakes. But I was fine, nobody hit me from behind, and my car was okay when I got out and checked. The little old lady I hit was okay and her car was too. No scratches or anything! So I’ve been battling demons all week. But I finished the chapter and I’m ready to share it with you!

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Chapter 4

Wolfram sighed as he stood alone and overlooked his soldiers training in the courtyard once again. Being too distracted today to lead the troops in training, he let his devoted personal guard handle it while he was standing to the side, lost in his own little world.

Wolfram’s personal guard and he were nearly identical in their elite, blue, military uniforms and magical type. Although not as strong as Wolfram, his guard were considerably strong, proud fire users, along with one who had the basic ability to heal.

As Wolfram stood there, looking at the activity occurring in front of him a few yards away, he was floating between his thoughts too much to actually pay any real attention to what was happening. His thought pattern was a bit hazy, but it all centered around one event and one person: Yuuri.

He was temporarily brought back to reality when one of the nearer soldiers practicing with a fellow comrade, using wooden swords, lost his footing and descended to the ground with a loud yelp. His practicing buddy swung his sword at stopped just an inch short of the fallen soldier’s neck. Wolfram huffed at the sight. ‘Honestly,’ he thought, ‘you’d think the soldiers of Shin Makoku were a joke when looking at sloppy work like that.’

“Hey you!” Wolfram called over to the soldier, stumbling back onto his feet. “Watch your feet! A slip like that will get you killed on the battlefield! Read his attacks more, then decide on where to move next! Don’t just barge into a direct swing you idiot!”

At Wolfram’s scolding, the soldier gave a firm nod, before smiling sheepishly and scratching the back of his head. His partner shook his head and laughed at him.

That little head scratching motion reminded Wolfram so much of Yuuri when the wimp would get scolded and be at a lost for words. Wolfram smiled faintly and his chest grew warm at the thought. All the wimp would do was just look at him with those big, black eyes, smile that cute little smile of his, and scratch the back of his head. It was absolutely adorable to Wolfram, although his pride would never allow him to admit it any.

Thinking about Yuuri made Wolfram lose his smile as it reminded him of what happened about 3 days ago…

Murata had just finished reading the letter which contained the worst news the young Maou’s friends and family could hear. It had stated that this was no accident, and that Yuuri lying on the ground struggling to breathe was most definitely intended.

“Wait, what?” Wolfram started, disbelief momentarily charging through him. “The letter suggest that Shibuya will die. And someone from the Wincott family is responsible for this.” Murata summarized. Adjusting his glasses, he thought quickly about the situation at hand. “Gisela, how is he doing at the moment?”

Gisela was still trying to heal Yuuri without success. “His breathing is still unnatural and starting to slow. I’m still trying to heal him with everything I got, but it’s like I’m getting repelled before I can allow my magic to fully enter him. I’m just barely able to do anything, if what I’m doing is having any effect at all. But in case it is, I don’t want to risk stopping.”

“I see…” was all the Sage replied.

It was quiet all around as intent eyes stared at the form of Yuuri lying on the ground. A loud frustrated cry came from the corner.

“AAHH! There’s got to be something we can do dammit! Gisela, you got to try harder!” Wolfram had lost all composure he had by now and was now purely acting on emotion and instinct.

“I’m trying Wolfram!” Gisela’s tone held a desperate tone. “Like I said, I’m getting blocked or something before I can really do anything. It’s like trying to hug someone through a brick wall, I can see my goal through some cracks, but I can’t actually do it. I’m giving it everything I got!”

“The hell with that!” Wolfram countered “Try harder!”

“I’m TRYING!”

“Then DO Something!’

“I CAN’T!” Tears welled up in the healers eyes. It always pained her to lose someone, no matter how tough she had to be, especially someone like Yuuri. “I can’t…” her voice softer now, head hanging some.

“But-”

“Wolfram,” Murata cut in before Wolfram could say another word. “Stop it. Gisela has already tried her hardest. Look at her, she’s just as worried as you are. We all are. But we have to face it. Your element is fire, Gwendal’s is rock. Gunter and Sir Weller’s skills come in the form of swordsmanship, and I can’t heal. Gisela is the only one who could do something, and she’s not able to. As miserable as it is, we might have to face the fact that…” Murata trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence.

“But someone could still-”

“Enough!” It was Gwendal who cut Wolfram off this time. His usually unreadable face clearly showed the grimness he was feeling at the moment. “Enough.”

Conrad, who had been quiet all this time, walk over and knelt beside his little brother and put his hand on his shoulder as Wolfram resigned himself to silent sobs.

All was quiet for a few minutes as the atmosphere grew more morbid by the moment. The reality of things was finally starting to settle into everyone’s mind as Yuuri still seemed prone to ignore Gisela’s treatment. Gwendal and Murata stood side by side watching Gisela prolonged attempt, both seemingly lost in their own worlds. Gunter had long ago quieted down from his loud wails although he was still sobbing and looked far from content. Conrad was beside Wolfram, there for one of the few times his little brother really needed him, as a big brother.

Conrad felt his stomach doing circus tricks and his body grew weary from the thought of something happening to Yuuri, and it stabbed at his heart to no end to know it was happening right here in front on him while he was unable to do anything. He could only image how much Gisela was pained from watching the Maou slip away from right under her touch.

But no matter how bad he or Gisela or anyone else in the room felt, all of it combined couldn’t compare to the pain he knew Wolfram was feeling. Whether Wolfram admitted it to himself or not, Conrad knew Wolfram still loved Yuuri beyond life itself, and this is nothing less of a traumatic experience for him. He was here for Wolfram, and offered all the support he could and whatever else as he watched the blond mazoku’s pained expression grow with every second. But it’s not enough. Conrad knew what Wolfram needed wasn’t him, it was the boy who laid a few feet away in a poisoned coma, the only one who could make his little brother truly happy every single day.

Wolfram couldn’t think straight. It had been a little over 20 minutes since Gisela entered the room, and with every minute he could feel Yuuri slipping away from him. His purpose, his joy, his headache, his heartache, his love, his heart, his life, it was all Yuuri, and it was moving away every second. Silent tears rained from Wolfram’s eyes as he tried everything in his mind to piece together a solution that would save his only true happiness from leaving him. Yuuri had been the only one to show him some individualistic care as a person instead of a bratty prince since he first got to this world, and had always continued to do so no matter how their daily discussions and interactions went. Some days he could get so mad at the double black that he wanted to boil him alive, and right in the next moment said double black could look at him and deliver one of those Yuuri smiles that just melted his heart on the inside. Other days he and Yuuri would get along all day, and Yuuri would even show him more care than he would others, which caused him to blush more often than not. Every moment with Yuuri was cherished, and every moment meant something.

It was through these thoughts that Wolfram realized how much he still loved Yuuri, and how much of an idiot he was to think he could pull off loving and protecting Yuuri from afar. The pain from not receiving Yuuri’s love in return hurt, but not having a Yuuri to love was overwhelmingly devastating and would do more damage than anything. He loved Yuuri, and Yuuri would be the only one to have him forever and completely, whether he wanted or not.

Now it’s as if he’s being ripped up from the inside out. Every moment watching Yuuri suffer was agonizing for him. And the worst part was how helpless he was in being able to act. ‘Oh Yuuri,’ Wolfram thought to himself, ‘I’m sorry. I’m so sorry Yuuri. Please come back to me. I want you. I need you. I freakin LOVE you wimp! Please don’t do this to me. I can’t take it.’ More tears fell violently from Wolfram’s already swollen, watery eyes.

Conrad was still kneeling beside Wolfram, grieving in his own mind and avoiding looking at Wolfram in fear of shedding tears himself. In soft, almost inaudible words, he heard Wolfram mutter a few words that made his heart drop and shatter a million times over.

“Please come back to me Yuuri. I love you too much to let go. I’d follow you wherever you go, even to and in death and beyond.”

Before Conrad had time to register and react to his little brother’s declaration, Yuuri’s body suddenly started jerking as if he were having a seizure. Random gasp of ‘Yuuri’ and ‘Hieka’ were all around the room as he thrashed about, but with a faint blue light surrounding him. Gisela was taken aback by the sudden movement. Yuuri was thrashing too wildly to hold down, and as strong as he had gotten within the last few years Gisela had to move out the way before risking injury.

“Yuuri!” Wolfram didn’t know whether or not to be glad that something happened. At least Yuuri was reacting, but Wolfram didn’t know if the poison was taking effect or if Yuuri was trying to battle it. From the looks of it, it was anybody’s guess.

No one said anything but could only watch the Maou thrash about, faint blue glow fading in and out around his body. Wolfram looked on as then as the Great Sage walked over to and hovered above Yuuri.

Murata didn’t do anything except stare down Yuuri’s wild movements, until he a spark lit in his eyes and he started emitting a blue color of his own, although not quite the same as the Maou’s.

“What are you doing?!” Wolfram demanded. No reply as the Sage’s blue glow grew brighter and brighter. “This isn’t a light show! What’s going on? What are you doing” he continued.

“Quiet von Bielefeld. I need to concentrate.” The Sage’s tone was flat as he put all his focus into whatever it was he was doing. Wolfram said nothing more, swallowing his proud comeback in hopes something beneficial would happen.

The Sage then held his hands over Yuuri and started to pour his blue energy onto the Maou, whose blue glow started to grow brighter.

Gwendal observed and remembered something like this happening a few years back. They were in the dessert looking for one of the four forbidden boxes. They had found one, although unfortunately too late as someone had already opened it in an insane attempt for power. Yuuri had attempted to close it but couldn’t do it alone, so the Sage offered some of his power too and together they managed to do damage control.

But this was different and Gwendal couldn’t understand it. His Majesty needed a healer, and what the sage was doing was offering power to the Maou, but why? What was the sage thinking? There was a definite risk by giving power to an already infected body out of control, and with one as strong as the Maou’s, there could be a bit of damage. But still, Gwendal trusted no one but the Great Sage to attempt whatever it was he was doing, as he was the great thinker and his 4,000 years of knowledge has come into play quite handily before.

Murata continued to pour more and more of his energy into the Maou. Both of their blue lights now intertwined and matching hues, they grew brighter by the second. The Sage’s face looked strained as he went on. Then, in a big bang of flash, everything went to a white, blinding light. Everyone had to shield their eyes for a minute as they heard a loud ‘thud’. After another minute, when everyone regained their sight back and the little light circles were gone, they were surprised by what they saw.

On the ground was Murata Ken, the Great Sage, knocked out. Lying beside him was Yuuri’s inner Maou, with the hair lengthened and faced slightly more curved and closed cat-like eyes. Emitting from him was a strong blue light, not fading in or out as it was before, but shining strong with a commanding power as the body was levitating a few inches off the ground.

Then, slowly and gently, the body lowered itself to the ground. The strong blue light slowly died away as the body lowered, and was almost completely gone as the body touched the ground. Only a miniature spark was left, and it still hovered in place where the Maou’s body once floated.

Once the Maou was on the ground, the spark floated leisurely towards the spot where Conrad and Wolfram were. It strayed past Conrad and stopped right in front of Wolfram. Everyone was quiet as they observed this small spark of familiar light that originated from the Maou. Wolfram didn’t know what to think, his mind, body, and heart already going though enough as it is. But the light seemed to call to him, warming him and embracing him. Wolfram started to say something, but before he could open his mouth, the spark floated downwards and melted into his chest.

Instantly, Wolfram felt somewhat a bit better. His chest held a comforting warmth, like the one he would get whenever Yuuri would hug him. His tears stopped, and all thoughts of Yuuri leaving him dissolved from thought. Wolfram didn’t know what the light was, exactly, but it was familiar, it was cheerful, it was caring, it was-Yuuri. Wolfram was still distressed at the moment, but it wasn’t as bad as it was a few minutes ago when he thought he was once again losing Yuuri for the third time.

Not sure what exactly happened but being the first to react, Gwendal cleared his throat in an effort to straighten himself. The sound snapped everybody from their trance as they also regulated their composure. Gwendal’s attention went back to the figures lying on the floor. “Gisela, check on Hieka and the Sage.” Gisela nodded and moved over to Murata’s and Yuuri’s body. She held her hands out and scanned over Murata’s body first. “He’s fine, just knocked out. No damage and breathing is correct. He’ll just be out for awhile” she reported. Gwendal nodded. “and Yuuri?”

Gisela shifted over to Yuuri’s body, still in the form of the Maou, and started her scan. She was incredibly relieved to find that she could read his condition much better now and it seemed to be much better. “I can feel him a lot better now. He’s responding to my magic clearly now. His vitals are stable and his breathing is also regular once again. Hmm… I think I feel whatever it is that did this to His Majesty still inside him. I’ll have to examine him later, but for now it’s not interfering with anything.” She noted.

“Fine. Perhaps it is best to move him and His Highness to the bedchamber?” Gwendal received a nod from Gisela, gaining her approval. “Conrad, if you will…” he then nodded over towards Murata and Yuuri. Conrad nodded and left Wolfram, who was still seemingly stunned, to scoop up Yuuri in his arms. No matter how big or strong Yuuri got, Conrad could always summon the strength to carry his precious godson. “I’ll come too.” Gunter stated, and stood up, wiping at his leaking eyes.

Gwendal then walked over and picked up Murata’s unconscious form. “Gunter, I need you to take the letter and do any research you can on the Wincott poison and this ‘Z. Wincott’. Finding out more information on this occurrence is vital at the moment, and you are most adept at research. I’ll be sending a letter to the Wincott lands and may be personally going there soon. Anything you can find will be helpful.” The lilac haired man fiercely nodded his head and whooshed out of the room, determination set in his eyes to help anyway he can and find out who could do something this horrible to his beloved Maou. Having experiencing it before, Gunter has a personally vendetta against the poison, as well as the one who used that dreadful Wincott poison.

“I have other patients to check on for now, seeing as these two are fine for the moment. They should just both be out for awhile, but I’ll be back to check on them.” Gwendal gave a slight nod and said nothing as Gisela walked out of the room towards the infirmary.

A second or two later, Gwendal then proceeded towards the door and headed towards Maou’s room. Seeing Gwendal moving, Conrad looked towards his little brother who still sat on the floor, staring at nothing in particular. “Wolfram,” he said softly. The blond raised his head. “Come on. I’m sure Yuuri will need you when he wakes up.” At the mention of Yuuri, Wolfram broke from his thoughts and blinked back to the present. He had still been spacey, caught up in trying to digest everything that happened. Wolfram looked at Conrad, who gave him a soft smile while still holding Yuuri close to him, then raised himself of the floor. Wolfram brushed himself off, and said nothing as he and Conrad followed after their older brother towards the Maou’s chambers.

Wolfram was aroused from his thoughts about what happened by the sounds of that same soldier from a few minutes ago making a loud noise as he once again flawlessly connected his butt with the ground, sword knocked away by his partner.

Wolfram scowled at the soldier and clicked his tongue. ‘Didn’t I just tell him to watch himself? Really…’ Wolfram shook his head and looked out towards the setting sun, something he had taken to doing a lot recently. ‘I guess I can let them go for the day, although SOMEONE still needs work.’

As he was once again getting up, the soldier happened to look to see Wolfram’s disapproving glare. He gulped and got into his stance and tried to act as if nothing had happened, forgetting the fact that he sword was a few feet away on the ground. Wolfram shook his head as the soldier had to collect his sword from its temporary resting place. Wolfram called to his guard. They stopped and looked over to where their commander was standing. Wolfram gave the signal to wrap things up, and the squad nodded their heads as they obediently followed orders.

Later that night, Wolfram sat beside Greta on the bed eating dinner as Yuuri, now in boyish Yuuri form, laid still in the bed. Wolfram and Greta sat talking between them about dresses for the young girl when suddenly a blue light emerge from Yuuri’s sleeping form as he transformed back into the Maou. Wolfram felt the familiar and calming warmth in his chest once again. “Ahh.. he’s changing again.” Wolfram said nonchalantly. “Yep! Yuuri is strong Yuuri now!” Greta commented.

This was nothing new anymore, although it was quite unusual the first night, when everything had happened with Yuuri.

That night, news had spread quickly within the castle about what happened, and everyone ate dinner in Yuuri’s and Wolfram’s room. Lady Celi, Anissina, Greta, and Yosak had also heard and were there for support as were Gunter, Conrad, Gwendal, Gisela, and of course, Wolfram. Murata and Yuuri laid side-by-side on the enormous bed and had not stirred since they passed out. Even though everyone was there, things were relatively quiet except for Gwendal forbidding Anissina from conducting any experiments on the boys, and Greta carrying on a conversation about hair dying with Lady Celi. Everyone else was eating their dinner respectively, too caught up in their own thoughts to take part in the conversations.

Wolfram was finishing his plate when he began to gain another warm feeling in his chest, similar to the one from in Gwendal’s office. He placed his fork down and held his hand over his chest. At that moment a bright blue light emerged from the Maou in the bed, still not physically moving from his spot. Both conversations stopped in mid-sentence as everyone watched to see the Maou change back into Yuuri’s boyish form. The light disappeared as suddenly as it came and Wolfram’s warm feeling faded away.

Shortly after, the Sage had awakened slowly. When he appeared to have collected himself, everybody had questions for him, but all he said was he doesn’t remember much except for trying to preserve Yuuri by offering him some of his power. Nobody was really satisfied with this answer, especially Wolfram, who still didn’t trust the Sage. Although undoubtedly grateful for his rescuing of Yuuri, to Wolfram there was something deceitful about the Sage.

After the questionnaire and the insistent check-up provided by Gisela, Murata was brought a plate of food, and remained the subject of question after question throughout the rest of dinner. When everybody had left, Wolfram and Greta got ready for bed. They hopped in beside Yuuri and Greta went straight to sleep. Wolfram on the other hand, took awhile before he finally drifted off, his mind still heavy from the day’s events. Eventually he dozed off he could fight the urge to stay awake no longer and he rested his eyes for the night, snoring softly.

That was 3 nights ago, and since then Wolfram had been stuck to Yuuri like superglue. He had been checking Yuuri for fevers and to see if he was too cold or too warm. He had been fluffing Yuuri’s pillows and tucked him in over and over again into his sheets. He stayed with Yuuri nearly all the time. If he did leave, Wolfram made sure he didn’t leave Yuuri’s side for any more than an hour at a time. He still had duties he had to fulfill. But when he returned, he talked to Yuuri, read to him, and ate dinner beside him. Murata commented earlier today that Wolfram would make a wonderful nursemaid to someone, for which he got a fireball hurled in is direction.

Wolfram also took notice to the times when he would get that certain feeling in his chest, that feeling that reminded him of being close to Yuuri. It happened whenever Yuuri underwent a change in transformation from Maou and back, or whenever Wolfram began to get depressed or have morbid feelings. It was like even though Yuuri wasn’t physically doing anything, he always knew what was going on and cheered Wolfram up whenever he was down.

Wolfram liked the feeling, and liked the attachment it made him feel with Yuuri. Using the feeling in his chest, Wolfram had guessed that Yuuri changed from Maou and back every couple of hours or so. Also he noticed that the closer he was to his fiancé, the stronger the feeling. So sitting so close to Yuuri with Greta made the whole top part of his body warm.

“I like when Yuuri changes. It’s like he’s meditating, which makes it cool.” Greta commented. Wolfram wasn’t sure how this was, but he didn’t understand a lot of things his daughter liked, so he let it go for now.

“Wolfram, I think I will sleep in my room tonight.” Greta stated. Wolfram cocked his head and looked at his little girl with slight curiosity. “I initially started sleeping in here again because I was worried for Yuuri,” she further explained, “but I can see he’s doing fine. But the one I’m really worried for is you.” “Me?” The demon prince replied.

“Yes you. Yuuri is fine, I can tell that by looking at him. But you on the other hand, you seemed to have changed some. You take care of him a lot more now than you did before. I mean, you always took care of him before, but it seemed like you were distancing yourself away. Now you seem as though you’ve become reattached to Yuuri.” The autumn-haired girl observed. “I don’t know what happened, nor do I really care, but I do know that I want things to stay that way, and I don’t want you to crack under all the stress Yuuri is putting you through. So I stayed to make sure you were okay!”

The little girl smiled as Wolfram was somewhat taken aback from the speech delivered by Greta. She stayed for him? “Greta, that was one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard, but you don’t have to worry about me, I can handle anything coming my way.”

Greta smiled. She leaned over and gave Wolfram a peck on the cheek. “Remember Wolfram, it’s my job to take care of my father’s when one is down. Besides, you worry too much. Murata was right, you would make a good nursemaid!” And just like that, she grabbed her and Wolfram’s empty plate and dashed out the room.

“Wow, she can get away with saying little things like that, just like Yuuri can.” Wolfram sighed as he gave a longing glance at his fiancé.

A soft knock came from the door. “Come on!” Wolfram yelled. He immediately regretted it as the Great Sage poked his dorky looking head into the room. “Hello Wolfram.” Wolfram gave a hmph as he muttered a ‘hi’ back at the Sage. Murata chuckled and sighed. “Still don’t trust me I see. It’s to be expected. But I just came because I wanted to check on Yuuri. And I also wanted to talk to you about the event in question as of 3 days ago. I think you might like to know what I really think about this whole situation. ”

Although the Sage wasn’t one of his most favorite people right now, any news about Yuuri was welcomed. Wolfram turned his head towards the Sage as he made his way into the room…

Whew, longest chapter yet. So how do you like it so far? Wanna know what Murata is going to say next? Haha anything you want him to say next? I’m always open to suggestions! Chapter five is coming soon. Thanks again for reading. Remember, it’s always nice to review! Lol until next time! Kriter727@yahoo.com
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