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Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh. I only own the crazy perspective that is my view of reality.

An: Hi! Thank you all the reviewers that reviewed and emailed me about the story. You are truly wonderful. Sorry it took sooo long to update. I had a lot going on last week, so I barely got to work on any stories. Nevertheless, I have brought you the latest chapter! Woohoo!

An: Ok, to lessen confusion, this chapter is sort of a flashback chapter. This is everything from Yuuri’s point of view, and what was happening with him, and what he’s learning. So now, here it is…

Chapter 6 - Connections

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…

Yuuri was floating. He floated through the endless white space that surrounded him. Nothing was above him, below him, or around him with the exception of the casual grey cloud that passed him by. He wasn’t exactly sure for how long, but he had been floating in this endless plane for a long time now. But Yuuri knew however long it had been, it wouldn’t be long before he could leave. Yuuri wandered aimlessly, not really having a destination. It was all the same everywhere he went, more of the white plane that blanketed the area and clouds that floated just as he did.

As Yuuri floated on he thought about what will happen when he finally was able to return. Time was something of a variable, having no way to tell or way to pass it. In the middle of his thoughtful, leisurely adventure, The Maou appeared before him, in full power and smiling knowingly.

‘Yuuri,’he said ‘Are you ready? It is almost time.’ Yuuri said nothing and simply nodded, expecting the appearance of The Maou. ‘Do not worry Yuuri,’ he said ‘we shall not stay delayed much longer. Soon, we will arise.’

Yuuri didn’t say anything as The Maou disappeared back into the dense fog that enclosed him. Now just him once again, Yuuri prepared himself for what was to happen. He thought back to how far he had come. Earlier, when he first arrived in this place, he was confused and disoriented. He didn’t know anything he did now, and was truly inexperienced in understanding…

(Yuuri’s arrival)

It was right after he had passed out that Yuuri found himself in a place that he wasn’t accustomed to. Gwendal, Gunter, Conrad, Murata, Wolfram and he were in Gwendal’s office, and he had just received a letter that nobody could identify the origin of, where it came from, and why it was addressed to Yuuri only. Yuuri read the letter, feeling something dark and twisted within it. When he finished, he at first, thought of it as a bad joke, but there was something that made him highly doubt that. He started feeling lightheaded and dizzy, and his body didn’t correspond with him properly. He tried to tell his friends what happened, but he felt his strength become drained, and was only able to get out a few words.

Then all his strength left him. His eyes closed, his legs buckled, and he collapsed. He felt himself fall, but was rescued from the impact by someone. Someone with oddly familiar arms caught him before he could hit the ground. Yuuri barely had any strength left, his chest tightened, his throat tightened, and it was hard for him to breathe. But yet he was still concerned, concerned about what he read, and concerned for his family. He tried to voice it, but his sound only came out a soft whisper, and was not even sure what he said.

The next thing he knew, Yuuri woke up here. He could breathe, he could talk, and he could attempt to walk, but ended up doing what looked like a mid-air version of running in place. Blinking his eyes, he tried to clear his vision so he could attempt to see anything. After wiping his eyes, he quickly realized his vision wasn’t the problem as he was enclosed by the thickest fog ever. He held his hand out in front of him, and although it was there and working Yuuri could barely see it.

Yuuri didn’t know where he was at, or how he got there. He thought maybe he was dead, which would explain why he went from struggled breaths and collapsing to regular breathing and floating. There wasn’t anyone one around, and no one answered when Yuuri called for them. He looked up, behind him, below him, and around him, but he could not see anything but fog and cloud. Alarmed, confused, and scared some, he leaned forward. He found that he could move alittle that way. So he leaned forwarded and floated on.

Not knowing anything but deciding moving was doing better than nothing, he floated on for what seemed like hours before he felt something. It was a twinge in his chest, right where his heart was. It wasn’t harmful, but it wasn’t pleasant. If anything, it felt like guilt. Yuuri wasn’t sure why, but for some reason he felt guilty, as though he caused something that was bad for someone else. He stopped his movements and touched his chest. It felt cool, from what he could tell.

‘Hello Yuuri.’At the sound of someone else’s voice in this place void seemingly void of people, Yuuri turned around instantly. Just barely, he was able to make out a shadow a few feet in front of him. ‘I knew I’d find you eventually.’ Yuuri knew the voice, although he couldn’t quite place it. ‘You should know me, seeing as I also know you.’ Then Yuuri recognized it, right as the shadowy figure of The Maou appeared a foot in front of him. The Maou waved his hand, and the dense fog that was clouding Yuuri’s vision before shifted away to the side, and the space between he and The Maou became clearer, making it much easier for them to see each other.

Yuuri had never actually seen his counterpart before in person, although he often heard of him or spoke with him every now and then. Seeing The Maou right in front of him didn’t help remove his theory of him being dead.

Looking at him, Yuuri found that there were definitely differences between them. They both wore the same dark uniforms that Yuuri had worn as school clothes. Both had the same complexion and were about the same height. And both had the same shade of black hair and eyes that made them infamous in the demon world. From Yuuri’s point of view, these were the only similarities.

The first thing Yuuri noticed about The Maou was his eyes. While Yuuri had wide, oblivious, rounded eyes, The Maou had sharp, cat-like eyes. They were observant, and appeared soft and calculative and harsh at the same time. Next was the length of their hair. Yuuri always wore his hair short because his mother kept it short and at that length as a child so she could style it how she liked, but The Maou’s hair was long, maybe an inch beneath his shoulders. It hung in place like a symbol, similar to how the length of a lion’s mane shows his status as king. The shoulders of The Maou were a bit broader and showed some definition of muscle, where Yuuri just barely saw anything on his stick arms. The face was sharper and cut, while Yuuri still had what his other called a baby face, round and smooth and soft looking. The main thing that Yuuri noticed was the air of confidence and authority and power that seemed to surround The Maou in his posture. All these observations made Yuuri feel pretty inadequate.

The Maou smiled. ‘Not sure why you feel that way. Remember, we are one. You are as much as me as I am you.’ Yuuri grimaced. “Yeah, I forget that, and the fact you know everything I feel and think. It’s like you’re cheating.” The Maou cocked his head, still smiling. ‘Cheating huh?’

“Yeah,” Yuuri said, “you can read my mind, know exactly how I feel, know what I’m going to say before I say it, know what I’m doing all the time, or know what I’m going to do, before I even know what it is. Plus you have all this power that you show off every time there’s trouble. Then there’s the fact that you know all this about me, and I’m barely know anything about you until you actually say it!”

The Maou laughed. ‘Well, although amusing, that’s not exactly true. It is correct that I can read your thoughts and heart, but I cannot predict everything. Remember once again, you are as much me as I am you. I only know these things because you have already decided it, and being one person, I only find out the same time you do when you do or think of something. You are as much of me as I am you, so you can also feel everything I feel, if you tried hard enough.’ Yuuri admitted he never thought of actually trying to feel The Maou instead of waiting for him to say something. Yuuri felt as though The Maou was giving one of Murata’s ‘all knowing ‘duh-Yuuri’ speeches. ‘As for the power is concerned, all the power I’ve ever shown is only half.’

Yuuri’s eyes bore surprise at that statement. Every time he woke up from one of his fainting spells from where The Maou had taken over, he remembered the damage he saw was truly a sight. ‘Once again Yuuri, you are as much of me as I am you. The other half of my power is in you, as the other half of your power is in me. The only reason it hasn’t appeared before is because it remains dormant until you are ready for it. You are not physically or mentally ready to take half of it, never mind all of it. It shall be once you have truly mastered it that we will join completely. The shall be not be a ‘just Yuuri’, nor shall there be a ‘The Maou’, we will have disappeared to create something greater. There is a reason behind all of this Yuuri, and when the time is right, that reason will become clearer. We will morph together to hear and respond to that reason, because you are as much of me-’

“As I am you. Yeah yeah I got that.” Yuuri cut in. “It’s just that it’s still kinda hard to hear ‘you are as much of me as I am you’ when I’m standing, or well,” Yuuri looked down to see that he wasn’t standing on anything “or floating here and see you right here in front of me here in, in… where are we anyway?” Yuuri looked around some more, scratching his head. The Maou stared at Yuuri with slight amusement. ‘Well we’re, as you say, floating, in my domain. No you are not nor were you dead as you have previously thought, you are in the subconscious. This is where I rest while you are in control in the outside world. ‘

Yuuri looked around, still not seeing anything but fog and cloud and The Maou. “It seems depressing, having nothing but clouds. Doesn’t it get boring in here?” The Maou looked around. ‘From time to time I seem to lack amusement, but I am content. I usually entertain myself by following you throughout your days.’

Yuuri turned back towards The Maou. “Um, exactly how long have you been with me? And how are you able to tell anything through this thick fog?”

‘I promise I shall answer your questions at a later time Yuuri. Right now there is trouble and we must correct it.’ Yuuri looked at his half, still not fully convinced yet. “Wait, just answer me first.” He said

The Maou sighed. ‘You are as much of me as I am you. Yuuri, why do you not understand the depth of this statement? I’m not a separate entity from you, I AM you. We are ONE. So I have been with you since you were born. And it’s fairly easy to look into your days, I just connect with you, my other half, and I feel for you. Then I am able to see what you see and read your thoughts. We are connected now, do you not feel it?’

Yuuri shook his head no at first, but then realized he wasn’t really trying to feel anything really. So he closed his eyes and relaxed, trying to feel whatever was there. Then he felt it, a soft tugging in his chest. ‘It is the same as you have always felt whenever I talk to you, but it is likely to be fainter now because your mind is actually in your subconscious.’ Yuuri started to as him about what he meant by that, but then felt something else. This wasn’t the soft tug of The Maou, it was the same feeling from before, except now it actually pulled, as if trying to pull him in a direction towards something.

Sensing Yuuri’s thoughts, The Maou smiled. ‘Ah, so you are finally able to feel it? The other connection inside you?’ Yuuri nodded. “What is it?”

The Maou swiped his hand in a horizontal motion through the air, and a cloud, a different shade of gray from the rest of the fog, came to him. The Maou stroked the outside of the cloud as if petting it. ‘Going back to your earlier question, about the fog,’ he said‘remember that we’re in the subconscious, so know that this is no ordinary cloud. This cloud is the way I am able to connect with the heart, and read all the inner desires you have, whether they are obvious to you or not. But there are more clouds than there are suppose to be. They have created a dense fog that affects the both of us. The power within you and me is slowly draining. Our body is suffering at the moment, and I suspect it is the influence of the poison. It has clouded the mind, and killing us softly. In order to have a chance to return to normal, we must clear the area of the intruding fog that drains our power. ’

Yuuri was officially confused, about the desire and the clouds and the fog and the poison. Why did the poison take the form of fog, and how is it affecting him? How are clouds telling anyone what he feels, and isn’t a desire something he wanted? Why would he be oblivious to something he wanted?

Before he could voice any of his questions, The Maou used their connection to tell what he was thinking. ‘Yuuri, we’re running out of time. This fog is unusual, and the long we allow it to stay, the less of a chance we have to survive. We still have some time, judging by how much of you I can still see.’ Yuuri looked at himself, noticing his hands were even more faded than before, and his feet started to fade also. ‘As for the clouds, Yuuri, these clouds, are pieces of you, of us. They hold information about our past, our present, and what we think about our future. All you have to do is relax and look into your heart. When you look into the heart you look into the subconscious. Try it.’

Yuuri wasn’t sure if he could do it or of what to do, so he copied the actions of The Maou. He held his hand out in front of him, and swiped it through the air. Nothing happened.

The Maou laughed. ‘No Yuuri, not like that. You have to look inside yourself first. Relax, don’t think, just feel.’ Yuuri shot an annoyed glance at The Maou, then tried it again. He closed his eyes and relaxed, taking deep breaths. Then he cleared his mind of all the questions and troubles and wonders that filled his head. Yuuri did nothing, allowing himself to feel whatever sensation or emotion he was suppose to be experiencing.

At first nothing happened, and Yuuri began growing skeptical if it was actually going to work, but then he felt a warm spot right in the middle of his chest. ‘Yes, that’s it Yuuri, focus on that’ The Maou said. At first it was small and faint, but as Yuuri concentrated on it, it grew larger and warmer, until eventually Yuuri felt it completely fill the width of his chest. Yuuri opened his eyes, and as if by instinct, held his hand out, summoning a cloud over to him as The Maou had done.

Then, through their connection, Yuuri heard The Maou congratulate him, although nothing was said aloud.

‘See Yuuri, if you actually pay attention to your feelings, then you can accomplish a lot.’The Maou nodded. Yuuri shrugged off the last comment, and placed his hand on the cloud, feeling the invisible skin that The Maou must have petted earlier. ‘Now Yuuri, connect with it. Realize the visions of what is truly desired.’

Concentrating on the connection between his hand and the cloud, Yuuri began to have visions, started seeing things. He couldn’t hear what The Maou was saying, but felt him saying that this was normal.

The first vision was of the baseball field in Shin Makoku. Yuuri was playing, at bat, and there was a huge crowd of demons and humans and half-demon/humans in the stands. There was a sign saying it was the 10^th anniversary of the most popular sport in every land. Yuuri felt The Maou communicating with him. ‘You want baseball to be the best thing in all the land, and to have everyone celebrate it and love it as much as you do.’ The Yuuri at bat got a strike, then a foul. The pitcher then threw 3 straight balls at him. So now it was bottom of the 9^th, his team trailing by one, a runner on 2^nd base, 2 outs, and he was at bat with a full count. Everything depended on this next pitch. “Come on…” Yuuri cheered for himself. The pitcher threw the ball, a lighting quick fastball. The Yuuri at bat swung. CRACK! The ball soared out towards centerfield, then towards the audience, then over their heads! Homerun! “Yes!” Yuuri shouted in his mind. He felt The Maou laughing at him, telling him it was only a vision of what he wanted.

As the Yuuri that was playing was strolling around the bases, waving at his people, the vision faded away. “Hey…” Yuuri whined. ‘Wait, Yuuri. Patience is a virtue.’ The Maou told him. Yuuri did a perfect impression of Wolfram’s ‘humph’.

Next, a vision appeared of him and the King of Dai Shimmeron appeared. They were in a room, sitting across from each other. On the long table separating them, laid a piece of paper with the word TREATY written at he top. The two were talking about something, but Yuuri couldn’t hear any of it. He just watched it, like watching a T.V on mute, and assumed it was a peace meeting between him and his biggest rival. ‘You are correct in your thinking Yuuri.’ The Maou said. ‘This is something of great value and importance, as a treaty with Dai Shimmeron is almost as big of a treaty between humans, demons, and half-bloods.’ Yuuri sighed with wanting, wishing that the vision would already come true. ‘Patience Yuuri, patience.’ This vision didn’t stay as long as Yuuri would have liked, as it faded away and a new one appeared.

This one had Yuuri sitting on his throne in the ballroom. Apparently, another party had started, and he was overseeing it again. But Yuuri was different. He resembled The Maou’s characteristics some, but not exactly. He was dressed in an all black tuxedo, with silver outlining the edges. His hair was longer, down to the nape of his neck. His shoulders were broader, and seemed to have put on a bit more muscle. The other thing was his eyes. Yuuri’s eyes were currently round and trusting, while The Maou’s eyes were cat-like slits. This new Yuuri had a combination, his eyes were round, but had some sharpness to them. They weren’t as big as the ones he had now, but weren’t small little dots either. ‘I expect that when we merge, we will resemble a physique such as this’ The Maou told him. ‘In this vision Yuuri, we are merged together, older, wiser, and have nearly, if not all, control of our power. Judging by appearance, it seems that this may not be too far from now, maybe a few years even.’ Yuuri awed at the future him, imaging what it would be like.

On either side of future Yuuri were Conrad and Yozak, both dressed in black and white tuxes like the ones on earth. Both were smiling and sneaking glances at Yuuri, who seemed to have an impatient look on his face. They never said anything, but each used the silent communication they developed over their long period of knowing each other to acknowledge the other’s thoughts. Long tables draped in a white cloth lined the edges of the walls, a banquet place on both. A long red carpet connected the throne Yuuri was sitting on to the entrance many feet in front of him.

People were gathered everywhere, and appeared dressed in their finest clothing. “What’s going on?” Yuuri asked. ‘This, Yuuri, is a wedding party. You are married, and everyone has gathered at the party to help you celebrate.’ Yuuri blinked his eyes in surprise. “Married? To who?” He felt The Maou’s disappointment. ‘That, at least, you should know the answer to.’ Yuuri was left to thinking about who he could possibly be marrying, in just a few years from now. Then Yuuri spotted Greta, Lady Celi, Gwendal, Lady Flynn, Aldabert, Velma, Raven, Stoffel, Hube, and a huge assortment of his friends and family spread throughout the crowd, all dressed to impress. Many people he met over his travels were there, people who wouldn’t have expected to see at his wedding ceremony were there, and of course, many people who didn’t know where there. All of these people were there, except for one person.

Wolfram

Yuuri looked for Wolfram, but couldn’t find him. At first, he thought that maybe he wasn’t looking hard enough, or maybe he was too short and got sucked up in the crowd. But hiss final conclusion was that he’d probably ended the engagement, and showing himself at Yuuri’s wedding ceremony was too much for the prideful blond. Right then, everybody in the vision seemed to stop talking and turned towards the entrance. By the way future Yuuri jumped up and the star struck look that appeared on his face, Yuuri decided that his future bride must be entering. The doors opened slowly with much dramatic effect, but no one stepped out. The crowd gathered at the door, and someone finally stepped out. Then the vision started fading away. “No, wait! I gotta see! Who is it! Come back dammit!” Yuuri was trying to see who his future spouse was, but the people at the door crowded them, and the vision faded away. Yuuri sighed.

It was at this point The Maou got an idea, and tried to not think about it so hard so Yuuri wouldn’t find out through their connection.

When the vision completely left, Yuuri was brought back to the fog that surrounded him and The Maou. ‘Well, what do you think?’ The Maou asked. Yuuri thought about it, and thought about something. “All of this, I already knew. I know I want to share baseball with everyone. I know I want to create peace between everyone of every race. I know I want to control my powers one day, and look more like a king. And I know I want to be able to get married someday, although it would have been nice to see who it was.” That last part, Yuuri muttered under his breath.

The Maou shook his head. ‘Why does the answer of who elude you? You already know who it is. All the visions shown here is stuff you already know. So why do you not know about the one whom you are connected with?’

“You mean the other connection in me?” The Maou nodded. ‘You may know the visions show, but not the meaning they tell, especially in the last one. Marriage is a sacred union, and a good marriage is one that keeps one connected to the other. It is all connections Yuuri. That connection pulling strongly, you should already know who that is. You spend every day with them, you care deeply for them, you know they will always be by your side and never betray you, and you always think about them. You have the power to hurt or heal them in a way that no one else can or ever will. You always want to be around them. Yuuri, you love and are in love with them. All you have to do is admit it.’

Even as dense as Yuuri used to be, and still was, he couldn’t miss the giant hints thrown at him. He knew exactly who The Maou was talking about.

‘You were even looking specifically for them in the last vision.’

Wolfram

“Wait, No!” Yuuri started denying, but The Maou cut him off. ‘Why Yuuri, why do you attempt to try to deny your feelings to the only one who knows you better than Wolfram, because I am you?! I can even feel that the denial in you is barely half-hearted. Accept it Yuuri!’ Yuuri was shaking his head, even though he knew The Maou was right. But for some reason, he just could not comprehend himself fully wanting Wolfram as more than a friend. “But Wolfram is a guy! And we’re ju-”

‘YUURI!’ The Maou interrupted, now using full Maou voice. ‘DO NOT DENY THE TRUTH! YOU ARE NOT IN A PLACE OF CLOSED-MINDEDNESS! OPEN YOUR EYES TO THE TRUTH AND SEE THE LIGHT IT HOLDS. DON’T TELL ME YOU CAN’T HANDLE THE TRUTH! LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AT THE CONNECTION BETWEEN YOURSELF AND WOLFRAM VON BIELEFELD! FEEL AS HE FEELS, HURT AS HE HURTS, LOVE AS HE LOVES! DENIAL HOLDS YOU HOSTAGE, AND THE TRUTH WILL SET YOU FREE! LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AT THE CONNECTION, DO IT! NOW!’

Yuuri had no room to argue as he felt the amazing energy surging through The Maou and intensity of his words. He focused on finding the pull in his heart again, the one that was Wolfram. He found it fairly easily, as he discovered that the pull had become stronger, presumably while he was into his visions. With The Maou, the connection he felt was somewhat instantaneous, and he could feel whatever The Maou felt right then. It’s different with Wolfram.

Yuuri closed his eyes, and concentrated on his connection. As he went on, he found his thoughts drifting from feeling Wolfram through the connection to different memories about the blond.

Different memories popped up in Yuuri’s mind as he tried to focus. He remembered being taken aback by the beauty of Wolfram when he first met him, thinking that no one like him really existed before. He remembered slapping the blond after he insulted his mother, proposing the engagement. He remembered his first duel with him. He remembered when Wolfram first snuck into his room and bed naked. He remembered how Wolfram would make Yuuri be still so he could paint him, even though the paint stunk. He remember the first time they actually made a good team together in rescuing the bear bee’s when they hatched, even though they fought at first. He remembered how insistent Wolfram was (and is) to remained by Yuuri’s side. He remembered the blond calling him a cheater and using his pet name of ‘wimp’ every chance he got.

Yuuri remembered how Wolfram was always there for him no matter where he went, even if he was going overseas and the boat ride made Wolfram sick. He remembered how Wolfram was always willing to put himself in danger for Yuuri’s safety. He remembered how Wolfram always supported Yuuri’s ideas, even if he didn’t like them at times. He remembered how hurt he was and determined he was to retrieve Wolfram’s heart when it became a key. He remembered the pain of leaving Wolfram behind after rescuing him for earth when there was a chance he wouldn’t return.

Yuuri remembered the way he thought about Wolfram every single day when he was away. He remembered wishing he could see the blond and his family again. He remembered the pain in Wolfram’s face when he returned from earth, but didn’t give Wolfram the proper acknowledgement he deserved. He remembered seeing the hurt and pain he caused the blond every time he denied or avoided the issue of their engagement. He remembered how he ended up leaving again for the 2^nd time without being able to return, only to do so again.

All these different memories of Wolfram made Yuuri remember just the kind of person Wolfram was. Wolfram was a beautiful, spoiled prince with too much attitude, overly jealous, and highly prideful. He was picky about what he does or how he does things, overly dramatic, and had moments where no one could quite understand him. But he was also powerful, strong, smart, skilled, loyal, caring, gorgeous, loving person Yuuri ever met. He cared for Yuuri, no matter how anyone else felt. He would talk with Yuuri whenever he needed it. He would help Yuuri or advise Yuuri whenever he needed it.

He was also hurt way more often by Yuuri than he deserved.

Yuuri regretted every moment he made Wolfram suffer. All the times he denied Wolfram’s affection, he wanted to embrace in it. All the times he would complain about Wolfram’s jealous fits, he would actually enjoy the assurance of how much the blond like him. All the times he said he didn’t like guys, he didn’t mean it. Yuuri had never met a guy that he ever had any sort of attraction to, and never considered it, until Wolfram. The fact is, Wolfram is a guy, and Yuuri cares and choose him over any girl he knew, every single time for as long as he lived. Wolfram had never betrayed him, and doesn’t want him for money or status or anything else material-wise. All he wanted was Yuuri.

Yuuri felt himself wanted the blond to be with him more and more as the realization settled in. He liked Wolfram, wanted Wolfram, and needed Wolfram. And not being able to say what he was dying to tell was hurting Yuuri.

Then he thought he heard something. It was someone’s voice, but he wasn’t sure whose. At first he thought it The Maou’s, but knew that wasn’t right. Then he heard it again, this time much clearer.

Please don’t do this to me. I can’t take it.

It was Wolfram! Yuuri was positive of it. He must of connected with him somehow. The connection he was focusing on between him and Wolfram was pulling and pulsing strongly. But something was wrong, something was off. Then it hit Yuuri with massive force, making him double over like a hard punch to his stomach. The pain and anguish Wolfram felt, it was overwhelming. Yuuri felt his pain, realizing the twinge in his heart earlier that made him feel guilty, that made was pulling him in some direction, was in fact, Wolfram. He knew it was Wolfram he heard, but didn’t understand the meaning of his words. The voice of The Maou, although not in full Maou mode, made its way into Yuuri’s awareness.

‘Yuuri, the reason you are with me in the subconscious in the first place is because of the poison. You passed out from it, I know you remember.’Yuuri nodded, still amazed by what he was feeling from Wolfram at the moment. ‘Right now, the poison is still inside the body, and it is strong. I have tried to take over and repel it, but I have failed. In order to survive, you must help me regain control. You must use your power along with mine to fight back. If we can force the fog away from the mind, we can revive back to full power. But we need to proceed now!’

Yuuri shook his head, “I, I don’t know how! I-I’m not, I’m not sure what I can do. Wolfram,” Still gasping from the sudden impact of emotion he’d experienced, Yuuri could still only think of the blond.

‘Focus Yuuri, we have to fight back! We don’t have much time, as we have already taken up too much with earlier explanations!’The Maou was becoming aggravated again.

Yuuri’s mind went back to Wolfram. The pain he felt was enormous. The grief of losing a loved one, the anger from helplessness, the desperation from the situation, the realization of failure, it all came from Wolfram. ‘Yuuri!’ The Maou called. Yuuri’s attention drifted back towards The Maou’s voice ‘Listen! If we don’t act in a quick manner, then we risk never being ever to see or speak to Wolfram again! We will lose him if we don’t survive! Imagine how he would feel if we were to die?! This is a last chance, for Wolfram, or you shall never have another chance with Wolfram again!! ’

That caught Yuuri’s attention. Never seeing Wolfram again? Never speaking to him again? Never having the chance to be able to comfort Wolfram like he wants to? Never being able to show Wolfram the affection he so obviously deserves? Never telling Wolfram how much he cares? Never being able to tell him the words that contradict everything he’s said before? Never telling Wolfram what he just realized… the pain that Yuuri felt could not allow him to deny what he really wanted for so long. To go on without ever having another chance to tell Wolfram that he, that he….he, loves him?

“no.”

Never saying to Wolfram how much he’s really in love with him?

“No.”

Never being able to be with Wolfram again, seeing his smile, make him happy, and shower him with the love and attention he deserves and needs? Right then Yuuri heard Wolfram’s soft voice:

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.

Right then Yuuri snapped. In a display of brilliant blue raw power, he blew away all the immediate fog around him and surged with energy. A light blue tornado of light and power appearing and encasing Yuuri.

Relieved that making Yuuri realize his love of Wolfram and how dire the situation was made him activate, The Maou didn’t let this opportunity slip by. He gathered all his strength and unleashed it along with Yuuri’s out of control power, in a similar tornado of power, forcing back the poisonous fog that surrounded him too. He used their connection to link to Yuuri’s power and link it with his, the two energies intertwining to create a amazing display of power with hurricane force.

xxx

Outside the subconscious, in the office that held Yuuri’s beloved, Yuuri’s body began to convulse. A faint blue light was emerging from the body. Inside the body, the two Yuuri’s fought to regain control and survive against a poison that was steady killing them. All the power they had was being released just from the subconscious, and it was having a noticeable effect.

Inside that same office, The Great Sage watched with acute interest. When Yuuri first started moving in his seizure like manner, Murata thought Yuuri was about to die. Then he realized a second later, upon closer inspection, that the light seemed to be pulsing, trying to gain energy. He thought this strange because from witnessing a transformation before, Yuuri always did it transitionally without any interruptions, going from Yuuri to Maou with ease. But witnessing this, it seems as though Yuuri was struggling to transform.

Whatever the cause, Murata was sure it was a reaction to the poison within Yuuri. The power being emitted was faint, and was growing fainter. Gisela could not do anything, and nobody else probably noticed any of the same things he did, add to the fact that every second he wasted was another second they lost Yuuri, as things like they were would surely cost him his life.

Seeing no other choice but to act and hope for the best, Murata approached Yuuri and summoned his own power, then delivered to Yuuri in hopes it would boost Yuuri’s effort to counteract the oddly powerful poison.

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Back inside the subconscious, Yuuri was going full force, unleashing all his power without any direction as to where to direct it. Something just told him to keep going. The Maou was that something. He told Yuuri to keep it up, while unleashing his full force to assist and direct Yuuri’s towards the effort of repelling the poison from the body.

‘It’s not enough!’ The Maou said, frustrated. Even with the combined efforts of him and Yuuri together, they could not repel the all the poison. They had wasted too much time, and the effects had drained a lot of their power. Both Yuuri and The Maou have faded some more, and the power they did have left just was not enough!

Just when it was starting to seem futile, both The Maou and Yuuri felt a sort of power boost in their power. Their efforts doubled, and it felt as though the source of the much needed reinforcement was familiar. The feel of it was one they have felt before, just couldn’t recognize it at the moment. Regardless, the two pushed on with every inch of strength they had. They pushed harder and harder, forcing with every ounce of willpower they had.

The tornado of light shined brighter and brighter until Yuuri could not keep his eyes open. He could only feel what was happening through The Maou. Yuuri felt his other half growing stronger, and himself rapidly growing more tired. He tried as hard as he could to push way the fog, to push away to live, to push away to survive, to push away to get back to Wolfram.

But ultimately, Yuuri fainted.

When Yuuri arose from his slumber, he felt dazed and his whole body felt drained. He felt an ache in his head, and reflexively put his hand to it. “Huh?” Yuuri gasped, seeing that his hand fully visible in front of him. His legs, feet, hands, arms, and everything else were restored to their original state. ‘You may feel tired for now, but it shall pass soon.’ Yuuri looked towards the sound of the voice, and found The Maou by his side, radiating with powerful energy.

‘You did good Yuuri, you never gave up. The evil mind has dispersed from the mind, and now we can begin to heal.’Yuuri looked around, to see that what was once a dense, foggy floating space was actually just a white plane, with some clouds still floating about. “What about those?” He asked point to one.

‘Those are the ones that are supposed to be here.’The Maou replied. Yuuri went to floating in an upright position and noticed the light around The Maou. “What’s that?” He asked ‘This,’ The Maou started ‘is my regular power level. Now it is visible, although you were not able to see it before because of the fog draining power. You also have one, but it will show up in time as you regain strength.’

Yuuri shook his head, being able to comprehend that much. He was about to ask another question, when he felt something odd, it was another feeling, like another connection in him. As he felt more, the connections between him and The Maou and between Wolfram and he were different. ‘I believe you noticed the changes in the connections’ The Maou asked. Yuuri nodded again.

‘Allow me to explain. While we were trying to force the fog away, our energies became intertwined and the force behind it was truly great, but because we had been affected by the draining effect for too long, it wasn’t enough. We would have been finished if it weren’t for the powerful boost provided by The Great Sage.’Yuuri nodded again, knowing that he knew the feel from that boost from somewhere.

‘With the help of The Sage, we were able to drive the poison out from the mind, leaving only the body to be cleared out. You did great Yuuri, but you overdid it. By then, however, I was able to finish up with The Sage’s help, although I had to borrow more power from him. I suspect that it might have drained him for a bit, but I did not over do it with him.’

‘When The Sage entered, he ended up tapping into you somehow, so the other connection you must feel has come from him, although I do not think it is a full connection. With us, I have taken over for now, which is part of the reason why you should recover quicker, which is good.’The Maou gave him a slight smile, before it disappeared again. ‘Yuuri, I need you to make a decision, an offer you might like.’ Yuuri looked intently at The Maou, prepared to hear whatever is to be said.

‘It concerns Wolfram. I can feel that you finally have given up on denying it, that the last obstacle has been overcome for you to realize how much he means to you. I can feel how all of your being wants to be with him, so much so that even though you blacked out, you remained active even after I took over. As we speak, there is a portion of your power, of you, that escaped from the body during the removal of the mist. It has not returned, nor has it moved from hovering above us.’

‘Know that our power is an extension of us, a part of us. To give it away is to give up a part of us, of our soul. So the piece hovering above us is a piece of our soul. But it can be done, and it would form a connection like no other. Yuuri, I’m asking if you would want to enhance your connection with Wolfram to a new degree. It would be unique in its own way, and would allow you to connect to him on a new level. But if it is to be done, then it is permanent. It cannot be undone until death.’

‘You are limited on time, and need to make a decision. The fact that you have a connection with Wolfram von Bielefeld is special in the first place, proving that you two were destined to meet. You two can accomplish much with this. But the question is, are you willing to be with him for the rest of your life, if you even do it? Yuuri, this is completely your choice. I shall have no influence on your decision.’

The Maou finished his segment, making Yuuri wonder about all of this in the first place. Why would The Maou even offer this to him?

Sensing Yuuri’s thoughts, The Maou said ‘This offer comes from your recognition of your true feelings for Wolfram. Another chance like this shall not be present, and you are short on time.’

Yuuri thought about it. Being connected with Wolfram was one thing, but being connected forever? Being on a new level with Wolfram that will basically commit him to Wolfram? Only not too long ago, as far as Yuuri remembers, did he deny having any sort of appreciation for the blond demon besides their friendship. But now he has felt how much he means to Yuuri, felt the pain in Wolfram’s heart. Yuuri has already declared his love for Wolfram aloud, but he has to show it. He wants to prove that he really means it. But giving him his soul though?

This scared Yuuri, mostly because he never had feelings or accepted feelings he had like this before, now instead of merely admitting it, he was giving his soul to him? It was a HUGE step, one he wasn’t sure he was ready to take.

But then Yuuri thought back to how he felt, or rather, how Wolfram felt, after he finally listened to the connection between them. Wolfram was hurting more than he could take, and Yuuri knew that he was the only one who could cause that kind of pain. He wanted Wolfram to be happy, and he would do anything to make sure of that. Sure Wolfram has his faults, but so does he. But Wolfram would be by Yuuri’s side at any given moment, and knew he would do the same thing. Yuuri made up his mind right then and there. He loves and is in love with Wolfram von Bielefeld. He knew it, and couldn’t deny it any longer. He wanted to be able to protect, care and keep the blond demon happy. Although he wasn’t sure if he was exactly rational at the moment, Yuuri knew he’d see to it that Wolfram had the best.

So when The Maou asked Yuuri if he was willing to make a lifelong connection with Wolfram von Bielefeld, Yuuri could only say one thing:

“Yes”

<Whew> long chapter. Aw, Yuuri has finally seen the truth. He loves Wolfram! He admitted it! Lol. I will continue to push on with the story, tell me what you think! Read and review, suggestions welcomed! Kriter727@yahoo.com
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