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Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh, nor do I gain any profit. I only own the hair to my head, the sheets to my bed, the lint to my pockets, and the bill to my sockets.

Hi again everyone! It’s kriter back with a new update to the one and only, ‘Determination’. I have to say, things are definitely busy for me lately. But somehow survive lol. I’ve passed my last few test and I’ve written this whole chapter just for you!

So without further delay, here’s…

Chapter 5

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. 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…

Murata closed the door behind him and started to make his way over towards the bed. He was about to find him a spot to sit down, but upon seeing Wolfram’s glare and knowing that the blond wouldn’t mind a serving of burnt Sage, Murata decided to sit in the chair beside the bed instead.

He sat down and gazed at Yuuri, who hadn’t varied from his condition in last couple of days. ‘Shibuya, you really got into something this time huh?’ the Sage mused. Even though he was suppose to be the calm, cool, collect, and charismatic Great Sage, he was still subject to his flaws too. Feeling a twinge of anger towards whoever did this to Yuuri was one of them. Murata wouldn’t mind giving this person a good piece of his mind, whenever they find out who it was. With Yuuri being the king, and the demon king at that, Murata knew Yuuri was prone to dangers at any given time from those who either hated the demon king, hated his ideas, hate demons, hate half-humans, just hate him, want power, want a large bounty, or simply just want to kill him or manipulate him. Seeing that one of those people had gotten to his earth friend, it made Murata sick to the stomach. ‘I’m sorry Shibuya. I should have known something was up. But even though you’re getting better, I don’t think it’s all over with yet.’ Murata’s eyes narrowed.‘Whoever this was didn’t get to complete their goal, so I’m sure that if they were willing to try once, they’re willing to try again.’

Wolfram sat and said nothing, patiently waiting to hear whatever news the Sage was suppose to be bringing to him, although it was quite a challenge for the impatient blond. He wanted Murata to say or do something, but all he was doing was staring at Yuuri. Wolfram let out a quiet huff. ‘I wish he just say something, my patience is leaving fast.’ Wolfram then began to fidget in his spot, sort of nervous and irritated. ‘He’s being all dramatic. It must not be good, whatever he’s going to say. I just know it. Damned Sage. Say something already.’

Finally, to Wolfram’s relief, Murata broke the uncomfortable silence in the air. “Have you finally realized how much Shibuya means to you, von Bielefeld?”

What? That wasn’t what Wolfram was waiting for. “What, what does that have anything to do with-”

“Have you realized it yet, von Bielefeld?” Murata cut him off. Wolfram was taken aback by Murata’s seemingly redundant question. “I noticed it earlier a few days ago, with you and Shibuya in the garden.” Wolfram’s face went red. For some reason his eyes drifted towards his lap. ‘How dare he? Come into MY room, and bring up unnecessary topics? What does this have anything to do with Yuuri’s condition?’ “What happens between me and Yuuri-”

“Those feelings in your chest whenever Shibuya changes forms, you still get it right?” Murata interrupted once again, shocking the other room occupant. Wolfram stuttered a bit in his reply. “H-How did you know? I never told anyone about it!”

Murata, whose eyes had been trained on Yuuri the entire time, shifted their focus to Wolfram. “Listen von Bielefeld,” he started “That light that went inside of you, that was no accident. That light was a part of Shibuya, literally. The piece that went inside of you was a piece of Shibuya’s soul. He is in you, as you are in him.” Wolfram said nothing, although his expression showed that he was flabbergasted.

“Back in the office, when Shibuya started acting strangely, he was fighting, fighting to beat back the poison. At first I couldn’t do anything, but when I noticed the faint light around him, as I’m sure you noticed too,” Murata paused for Wolfram’s nod, “I immediately recognized it as the Maou trying to use his strength to fight. But for some reason, he couldn’t transform. I suspect that somehow the poisoned interfered with that, although I’m still not quite sure myself if that is 100 percent correct. All I did was try to boost the Maou’s power, in hopes that he would prevail.”

“But it was a gamble, as Shibuya’s regular form isn’t able to handle all of the power that he has, which is why he transforms all the time and why he faints, or rather used to faint. He has gotten better about it lately. But still, it’s not enough, and if I ended up giving Shibuya too much power without him being in Maou mode, I could of killed him, hence why it was such a big risk. But everything seemed to worked out alright, seeing as he’s still alive and going back and forth between Maou and regular Shibuya. I believe that the reason he is going back and forth is so the Maou can continue to heal and contain the poison when he’s out, then rest when Shibuya appears. For how long this will continue, I have no idea.”

Wolfram was speechless. Yuuri’s poisoning, transformations, Murata gambling with Yuuri’s life, it was all too much for Wolfram to comprehend at once. And what was that part about Yuuri’s soul being a part of him? Wolfram felt his head hurting as he rubbed the back of his head, in the same but much more graceful style of Yuuri’s scratching the back of his head when he didn’t understand something or when he got in trouble. Murata chuckled. “I see you’re starting to pick up Shibuya’s head tactics also.” Wolfram instantly returned his hand to his crossed legs at Murata’s teasing. “Don’t worry about it all too much, von Bielefeld. You’ll understand later. Oh, and I also have a bit of information that might brighten your night.”

Wolfram blinked and slightly cocked his head to the side as he wondered what his already swollen brain was about to absorb next. “I know about the feeling you have about Shibuya in your chest because I have it too. Whenever he changes, I can feel it too. So in a sense, I also feel the bond that you share with Shibuya.”

Wolfram eyes drifted away from the Sage. ‘I don’t see how that is suppose to make my night. Who wants to share a bond with a sneaky, overly-confident, bug eyed, know-it-all like you? I feel insulted if anything’ the blond thought. “I’m not sure why I’m able to feel the bond,” Murata continued, “I think it’s a side effect of sharing my power with Shibuya. But what I do know is why you have it.”

Wolfram’s curiosity piqued as he somewhat reluctantly met eyes with the Sage. “Your bond is different, von Bielefeld, and is definitely intentional. When my power was fused with the Maou’s, let just say he showed me a few things.” Wolfram’s full attention was now focused on Murata. “Although I’m not sure how much Shibuya was aware of things, the Maou showed me a few things that Shibuya’s heart desires. It might be a bit taboo of me to be saying this for him, but let’s just say you shouldn’t give up on Shibuya anytime soon. It is true that he and the Maou were battling the poison for their survival, yes, but there was another factor involved that initially provoked them to fight back. That factor was you, von Bielefeld. While he was draining me dry for energy, I could feel a desperate plea from Shibuya to fight back to return to you, von Bielefeld. It is with this that I believe the light I was told went inside of you was Shibuya’s way of temporarily fulfilling that plea. But I’m willing to bet that, unlike me, there is a different association to the feeling in your chest beside Shibuya changing form, correct?”

Murata was delayed his answer as Wolfram had to recollect himself. He couldn’t believe any of this, and was in a minor state of shock. Was the Sage really suggesting that Yuuri started resisting the poison because he was desperate to return to Wolfram? ‘Impossible’ Wolfram thought, but was it really? The Sage was explaining everything in a rational manner, although it was painfully long and confusing. Wait, didn’t the Sage just ask him something? “Wait, what?” Wolfram stammered.

“I asked if there was any other association to the warmth you feel besides the indication of Shibuya’s transformation.” the Sage repeated.

“Oh well…” Wolfram’s voice trailed off, for he didn’t really want to tell Murata about how the warmth is sometimes also felt whenever his thoughts drift to Yuuri, but they’ve gone this far already, and if all this information was all true, then how else would he get answers? “well, there are times when it’s like I can feel Yuuri, like when he hugs me from time to time, it’s a warmth that surrounds me and kinda comforts me. It’s a soft warmth that either stays in my chest where my heart is or surrounds my entirety like a plush blanket.”

Murata listened carefully to Wolfram’s description, noting the way the blond’s tone changed from overwhelmed to calm and wishful. He took all of this in and smiled. “That, von Bielefeld, is how Shibuya found his way to return to you. It shows in his actions how much he cares. I don’t know any specifics, but I can conclude that somehow, something happened in you that incited the crazy reaction we saw in him. And whether Shibuya was aware or if it happened subconsciously, know that the light that entered you was Shibuya’s soul, and a near permanent way of giving himself to you. If you ever needed proof that Shibuya even cared about you in the slightest, I’d say that this was a pretty big hint. So basically, as long as Shibuya is alive, you will be able to feel that feeling wherever he is, no matter what, for as long as he is in your heart, and more than likely vice versa. I can only tell when he changes into his alternate self, and that’s it for me. But the two of you have a special connection now, where he is in you as much as you are able to feel him. As time goes on, I believe you’ll find different ways in which this little ability will be beneficial to you. Hmm… maybe you can feel the confusion and headache Shibuya feels when you deliver one of your legendary jealous fits and temper tantrums. And as much as you deliver on your reputation, it should be a lot.” Murata snickered.

That last little smart comment never even reach Wolfram’s ears as he was lost in the thoughts of his own mind. His eyes slowly moved towards the sleeping person in question, in disbelief of what he was hearing. ‘Yurri,’ was the only name crossing the prince’s mind. ‘I still don’t get it, Yuuri. After all the denial and hurtful things over the years, after all the rejections and fighting, after all the excuses and talks of only being just friends, you actually care enough about me to rip a piece of your soul away to give to me, when you were the one dying? After all this time, is it still possible for me to have a slight hope for you to acknowledge me? Is this really true?’ Tears started to work their way to the blonds’ eyes as he thought over and over again about the times when he had been hurt , only to think that it’s being revealed that the very same person actually contains a deep capacity of care and concern that focuses solely on him?

His head was hurting from all the provided information, his eyes were hurting from holding back all the tears of joy, confusion, relief, anger, love, and hope caused by his fiancé, and his heart was hurting from not being able to speak with the person he so direly loved. He was about to let the first complicated tear run free before remembering that he and Yuuri weren’t the only ones in the room. Quickly wiping his eyes, he turned his head and faced Murata, who smile one of his signature cocky smiles towards him. “Don’t get too worked up Wolfram, it’s only one of my hypothesis. Although, I’m usually right, and the number of times where I’ve been wrong are greatly overshadowed.” Murata’s smile got bigger from reading the annoyed look and feel that radiated off of Wolfram.

Then Murata dropped his smile altogether. His face turned cold, and the tone he spoke with drastically changed from superior smart-ass to a darkened caution. “Listen carefully, von Bielefeld,” Murata said, “This connection you have with Shibuya is vital. I don’t know why, but I gain a sense of foreboding as each day passes by. Something is going to happen, and I’m pretty sure that none of us will like whatever it is when it happens. Regardless of whether or not Shibuya is up and fully operational by then, that fact remains that he will need you, more than you’ll ever know. As the demon king, Shibuya has many people to help him. He has Conrad, the protector, Gunter, the teacher, Gwendal, the advisor, Anissina, the inventor, Gisela, the healer, and me, the provider. He even has Greta to love and look after. But none of us, not even Greta, can fill the role that you play, and will one day completely fulfill. Do you know what your role is?” Wolfram thought about it for a minute, but already overloaded in thoughts and emotions, he couldn’t think really.

“The role you play, Wolfram von Bielefeld, is The One. You do everything that each of us do combined and more. You protect him from the little things as well as the big things. You help him learn about things he may have never noticed. You give him a choice and help when he is stuck. You create ideas and decisions to help support his ideas. You help pick him back up whenever he is down. You provide insight on how he acts. You are even helping to support and raise a human daughter with him when only a few years ago you couldn’t stand humans yourself.”

“And then you do things that only you can always do. You’re always loyal to his decisions, and believe in his values with him, even if he doesn’t believe at the moment. You feel his joy and his pain. You listen to his words and his heart. You comfort him emotionally and, well eventually, physically.” At this point Wolfram’s eyes grew wide.

“You are the most crucial person in Shibuya’s life, whether he realizes it at the moment or not. But if he doesn’t, I have a feeling he will real soon. And it is when whatever that is coming is here, that he will need you to completely fulfill your role. Do you understand von Bielefeld?” Wolfram nodded in affirmation. “Good.” Murata said.

Satisfied now that his speech was done, Murata let out a sigh of relief before fixing his concentration back on Yuuri. “Also, don’t be afraid to lean on Shibuya for support in turn. I know this is a huge burden to bear, von Bielefeld, but I also know you’d have it no other way. So look to Shibuya when things start to get you down. As strong as your pride is, if you bear too much and let it drop too far for the sake of trying to being strong, you may then be too weak to pick it back up by yourself. I still got a feeling you two will have a rough ride ahead, especially Shibuya. He’s going to need all of us to be there for him. At least until he has to move on his own.” Then Murata got up from the chair and stretched.

Wolfram blinked back to some sense. “Wait, what do you mean move on his own? You just said I’ll always have to be there for him! I can’t let him move on his own if I’m supposed to always be there and support him!” Murata swiftly walked towards the door. He turned his head back towards Wolfram. “Don’t stress about it von Bielefeld. We still have time before anything should happen, although it would be nice if Shibuya would wake up his ass up already. But alas, it’s getting late, he’s still sleep, and I believe you need your beauty sleep. Want to keep those emerald eyes pretty and without circles under them for Shibuya when he wakes up.” Wolfram’s face flustered again as he didn’t get to say anything before Murata flashed another of his signature cocky-ass smiles and disappeared from sight.

Wolfram gave an annoyed huff. “Sometimes, he’s good to have around, but most times, I can’t stand that damned Sage!” He yawned, and then decided that it really was late and the best thing he could do right now was go to bed. After slipping on his infamous pink nightgown, complete with white lace, he climbed into the bed, flicked the candles off, and closed his eyes.

But those eyes opened again in less than a minute. Wolfram couldn’t help but think about the things Murata had told him, especially when it came to Yuuri’s feelings and how his actions reflected them. All of it seemed so surreal to Wolfram.

In hindsight, Wolfram could not remember and instance where Yuuri ever gave him a clear sign of liking Wolfram as more than a friend. Yuuri would always avoid the subject, or runaway, or give his old and repeated ‘We’re just friends and I don’t like guys’ excuse. But if the words that the Sage mouthed were true, then why did Wolfram still have some difficulty accepting it all? The Sage had said that while he was fused with the Maou, the Maou showed him Yuuri’s heart, his inner desires. Maybe it was only recently that Yuuri cared about him? Wolfram shook his head at that idea. ‘Unless it is some Earth thing, then I don’t think Yuuri would give a piece of his soul to me.’ Wolfram rationalized. ‘But he had been acting strange though lately.’

Before, Yuuri would hardly commit to doing anything with Wolfram. He would always willingly do work or train with Conrad or practice his baseball thing. But within the last few weeks, Yuuri had made time to eat lunch with Wolfram, actually talked with him without arguing about something, had even went on a ride went him. Yuuri even let Wolfram wash his back for him one day! Wolfram had, of course, thought this peculiar and had Gisela check on him. (Though not until after the bath was finished, in which Wolfram’s hands just happened to be moving awfully slow for some reason…) When Gisela checked him, she said he was fine, in which Yuuri just smiled and laughed. Wolfram remained suspicious, but admittedly was enjoying everything too much to really complain a lot.

Then there is the incident in the garden. Wolfram had thought about it before, but after tonight’s conversation, he looked back at it in a somewhat different light. When it happened Wolfram was so caught up in his part of the moment and Yuuri’s infinite black eyes to recognize the look he was receiving. It was the same look that he used to give Yuuri whenever he stared at the double black for any given length of time. It contained want, need, lust, desire, value, and… love? Wolfram blinked his eyes at the thought and shook his head slightly. Maybe he didn’t remember it right?

‘Think Wolfram think, there’s got to be something…’ Wolfram coached himself. ‘That stupid Sage said that something must of happened to make Yuuri want to fight back. What was it?’ Wolfram ran through his memories, trying to discover what it was that made Yuuri react. ‘The Sage said it had something to do with me.’ Wolfram thought alil harder. Then it came to him. He remember how he felt when he finally admitted to himself that he loved Yuuri, and he had just started pleading with all his mind, body, heart, and soul to whoever to bring Yuuri back to him. He had just barely spoken his declaration of his depth for Yuuri in when Yuuri started acting weird.

Yuuri must have heard him! ‘There’s no other way. That has to be it!’ Wolfram thought. But then he thought further, how long had Yuuri felt like this? Why did Yuuri never seem to show signs? Was he just oblivious to them? Did he not read into things enough? If he’s supposed to be ‘the one’ then why does he feel like he’s failing his role terribly? Why did Yuuri let him suffer this long without uttering a word? Then turn around and give something he always wanted to be able to have and share with Yuuri to him, a part of his soul, of him?

Wolfram ran circles around in his head. He couldn’t figure out anything, and was frustrating him. Murata’s information did make him happy some, but it also started a whole new chain of thoughts that hurt his head and heart to think about. Being a natural to the fire element, he was prone to experience whatever he was feeling with a passion. Contained and ruled by his emotions. So when something hurt, it really hurt.

Wolfram grabbed as his locks, pulling them some at the frustration of not knowing anything, and at not being able to speak with the person he needs most. ‘Yuuri this is too much, please wake up soon. I need you. I don’t know how much more of this I can take…’

As if hearing the thoughts in his head, Wolfram then felt that familiar warmth in his chest. At first he thought Yuuri was about to change, but that was a negative, as he remained still, chest flowing up and down. The warmth spread throughout his body and comforted him, lessening the pressure he felt in his head. Then Wolfram thought about what the Sage had said about the purpose of this warmth. Yuuri must of felt the turmoil within him and responded.

‘Is this real Yuuri?He thought ‘Do really care that much to tear a piece of you away, just to give it to me? Yuuri, you were dying, and yet, you made sure to find a way to be with me. Could it actually be possible, that you really do love me?’ As if in response to Wolfram’s question, the warmth grew strong, stronger than it had been at any point in time before. Wolfram couldn’t help but smile, at least a half, reassured one. The Sage’s words resurfacing in his mind.

‘So look to Shibuya when things start to get you down. As strong as your pride is, if you bear too much and let it drop too far for the sake of trying to being strong, you may then be too weak to pick it back up by yourself.’

Wolfram reached over the bed and took Yuuri’s hand in his, gently caressing the tanned, loving, slightly calloused fingers that was his fiancé’s. He whispered softly “I hate to admit it, but the Sage is right. I can’t handle everything by myself. I need you. Please wake up soon. I’ll be waiting.” With the warmth surrounding his body at a comforting level and pleasant thoughts of Yuuri on his mind, Wolfram finally drifted off to sleep beside Yuuri, hand-in-hand.

Late into the night, soldiers were patrolling about the castle. They scouted the courtyard, the hallways, the empty bedrooms, the guest rooms, the kitchens, the offices, the ballroom, the library, the gardens, the art room, the treasure room, the Anissina’s lab, the dungeons, all of upstairs and the attic, all of the basements, and even all of the bathrooms. There are guards placed in spots throughout the town leading up to the castle, guards onto of the castle walls, guards on towers overlooking the castle, guards by the entrance, and even guards outside of every person in the castle’s bedrooms. There was hardly any way for any unwanted persons to get into, around, and out the castle. And even if they did, someone would notice and stop them.

That’s what one would like to think.

Somewhere, around the top floors of the castle, lurked an person, a person who didn’t quite fit in with the peaceful air surrounding Blood Pledge Castle. They were swiftly making their way around the castle, not even causing the slightest disturbance. They went up to the top part of the castle, where it was the most convenient for them, and neatly, yet hastily scribbled a quick letter.

‘To my Lord,

The Demon King is successfully out of the way for what is now the 3^rd night. Things have not gone exactly as planned as that bratty Sage interfered with everything. But although it was a hitch, things have only varied slightly. I know you have everything worked out my lordship, and I am looking forward to hearing my next instructions from you. No one has caught on to me yet, and I am still to remain a mystery until your command. I have everyone in place, and we are ready to move to phase 2 at anytime. We await your word. All hail your praise!

J.W

The intruder folded the letter and attached it to a specially trained pigeon. Then they let the bird go and watched it fly into the late night, a self-satisfied smirk on their face. Once the pigeon was gone and out of sight, they turn around and made their way back into the castle…

Wow… a lot of info huh? So how’d you like this chapter? Read and review! (Thank You! Love your support and criticisms my reviewers!) I’m also trying a new writing technique in my other story, ‘There’s Anger In Love’ to help develop this story. Check it out! Feedback appreciated. Chapter 6 to come soon, and always, suggestions welcomed!

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