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Determination	By : kre8tive Category: +G to L > Kyou Kara Maou Views: 4388 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own kyo kara maoh. I only own the responsibility that is my own.

A/N* Je t'aime de tout mon Coeur translates to I love you with all my heart.

A/N**Je t’aime means I love you

A/N*** Danketsu means Union, combination

A/N**** kenmei means wise

Chapter 7 – A Plan

As I look around, all I see is what you’ve accomplished Yuuri. These years have by far been the best of my life. Wolfram leaned on the railing on the balcony of his and Yuuri’s bedroom. He had been contemplating over his feeling for Yuuri a lot lately now that he had finally allowed himself to fully accept how much he cares about Yuuri. Why, of all the people in Shin Makoku, did I have to fall for a wimp like you?

Wolfram smiled to himself as he watched the sun settle over the horizon. The sunlight shined beautifully off his soft, blond hair. Wolfram turned and walked into the bedroom, stopping to look at the sleeping form of Yuuri Shibuya. For awhile now Yuuri had been sleep under the influence of posion, but apparently recovering well.

Wolfram walked over to Yuuri and sat beside him on the bed. He leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the forehead before leisurely running his fingers through Yuuri’s jet black hair. “Hurry up and wake up wimp, we need to talk soon.” Wolfram said, still smiling to himself. Just then, Greta came bursting through his door and pounced on him, her face smiling with delight.

“Oof” was all Wolfram got out before thin arms wrapped him. “Wolfram, it’s almost dinner time, remember?” Wolfram hugged Greta in return before nodding. “Yes Greta, I remember. I was just on my way actually. ” Greta let go of Wolfram and stood up, folding her arms. “Well hurry up. Everyone else is already there and waiting, so I decided to come find you. Murata said to look in here, and he was right!” At the mention of the Sage’s name, Wolfram slightly winced, still not a big fan of the Sage. “Well at any rate, let’s get going shall we?” He stood up and took Greta’s hand in his. “Good. ” She smiled at him.

Wolfram turned and took a look over his shoulders at the sleeping Yuuri, silently communicating with his eyes that he’ll be back. He and Greta then walked out of the room and went hand-in-hand to the dining area where everyone was waiting.

“I’m glad you’re eating with us again Wolfram. We were starting to get alil more than worried, seeing as you seemed to have cooped yourself up with a sleeping Shibuya every night during dinner time.” said Murata, before taking another bite of his food. Wolfram gave a quick nod. “I have a duty to my king, although it is not proper to excuse such babysitting-ish behavior. Of course I’d eat with the rest of the family.”

Murata glanced up at Wolfram before looking around the rest of the table. Present for dinner tonight were Conrad, Gwendal, Lady Celi, Greta, Anissina, Gunter, Wolfram, and himself. Murata looked around, noticing that no one else commented on Wolfram’s statement but just about everyone was listening except for Greta and Anissina, who were engaged in a mesmerizing conversation about Anissina’s next book. He decided to take the opportunity to poke alil fun at his favorite little source of blond entertainment.

“Of course Wolfram,” he started “we all know that behavior like that is not excusable, and that you would never engage in something so improper.” Wolfram continued eating, nodding his head. “But then again, up until just the other night, were you not attached to Shibuya’s side every moment?” Wolfram stopped chewing his food for a few seconds to glare at the Sage, before replying “That was different. I was there for Yuuri in time of need when information on the situation was none.” Then he slowly began to finish his food, eyeing the Sage out of the corner of his eye. Conrad, Lady Celi, Gwendal, and Gunter all continued to finish their meals, acting as if they were paying the conversation that was taking place no mind, when really the hearing of all four peaked out of interest as to where the Sage was going with this conversation.

“I see…” was all Murata said. His glasses took on the mischievous glint that they always do whenever the Sage was up to something. Curiosity ate at Wolfram when nothing else was said. Impatient as he was, Wolfram couldn’t keep his composure enough to keep the irritation out of his tone. “Was there some sort of point you were trying to make?”

Murata took a last bite before placing his silverware onto his plate and looking around. Anissina and Greta were still conversing, hardly sparing a brisk look in their direction. The other occupants of the room looked to be eating at first glance, but Murata could tell that the pace at which the others were eating was slowed generously, and the expressions on their faces called of nosiness. Thinking that now was the time to strike, Murata smiled.

“Well… it’s just that no one else has been with Shibuya more than you lately, and you’ve made it obvious to everyone how you care for him. So, if you were present when no one else was, and seeing as Shibuya is incapable of taking care of himself at the moment, were you also there in service of all of his needs?”

Obviously confused, Wolfram slightly tilted his head pondering why the Murata would ask him a question like that. The Great Sage knew that he was there to take care of Yuuri while Yuuri did whatever it was he was doing in his sleeping form. Seeing the puzzled look on Wolfram’s face, Murata asked again. “Allow me to repeat myself, von Bielefeld. Seeing that Shibuya is incapable of taking care of himself at the moment, and you were always there when no one else was, were you also there in service of all of his <ahem> needs? Let’s say… a midnight blond special service?”

Choking and coughing and throat clearing came from all around the table when Murata finished. Wolfram dropped his fork on the table and stared wide-eyed at the Sage. Gunter shook his head violently, trying to erase the sudden images that had eased into his mind. Gwendal grew another wrinkle on his forehead as he buried his head into his hands, appalled at the childish behavior that the wisest man in the world possessed. Lady Celi and Conrad were shocked, nevertheless amused by Murata’s antics. Greta and Anissina had stopped talking and realized that they had missed something when Gunter starting muttering to himself about the things that lazy loafer of a fiancé could have done to his beloved, defenseless maou.

But still, the dumbfounded, wide-eyed look was the priceless expression Murata was looking for from Wolfram. After Murata asked his question, Wolfram froze right in mid-action. For what was maybe 5 minutes, possibly a few more, Wolfram had remained frozen, contemplating whether or not the Sage really just said what he thought he said. To further incite things, Murata added the comment, “It’s just a question.”

In an instant, Wolfram stood straight up and slammed his hands on the table, his eyes alight with embarrassment, fire, and fury. Even the most fearless of men would have started sweating under the intensity radiating off of Wolfram, yet the Sage remained calm, cool, and collected.

“HOW dare you?! What the hell gives you the right to think you can ask something like that, at the dinner table of all places? And I would never take advantage of Yuuri like that!” Wolfram was livid at the moment, all of his focus going towards answering the question in his head of whether or not to burn a Sage for tomorrow’s dinner.

Murata still seemed unfazed. “Calm down von Bielefeld, it was a question out of pure interest. Of course you are not obliged to answer me, nor aim your fire at me hopefully. I was simply inquiring if Shibuya has gotten the chance to really play with fire.”

“NO! I mean, yea, no! There has been NONE of that, do you understand me? How could you even utter a question like that is beyond me!” Wolfram’s entire face turned a shade of red from being put in the center of attention.

Tired of all the yelling and somewhat stirred by the Sage’s reason for inquiring, Gwendal took command of the room. “Enough! Wolfram, sit down.” “Bur brother, he-“

“NOW.” Wolfram, still furious, folded his arms in the bratty prince manner that he was known for, but sat anyway. “Now, I’m sure our Sage would not just mention something such as this without good reason,” Gwendal paused and looked at Murata, “at least, I hope he would not mention something trivial such as this without good reason.”

“Of course not Gwendal,” Murata, in a mockingly innocent tone said. “I do not possess the necessary qualities that would shape me into such a person.” Then, to make matters worse, Murata flashed a crooked smile at Gwendal, then slowly turned to deliver that same smile to Wolfram. Unable to stand Murata’s presence any longer, Wolfram stood from his seat and announced that he was finished eating as he left from the table and the room.

All was quiet for a few minutes after the last glimpse of Wolfram’s back had disappeared before Greta’s movement was noticed. She got up and walked over to the door, then turned and faced everyone. “ I’ll… just…go check on him.” Then she slipped into the hallway and followed after Wolfram.

“My, that was certainly interesting. I don’t believe I’ve seen you act so maliciously dear Sage.” commented Lady Celi. Anissina nodded her head. “I agree. Neither have I. To go at Wolfram like that in front of everybody, it was pretty cruel, although somewhat amusing.” Conrad looked at how calm his mother was being. Normally, anytime Wolfram was upset, she’d been sprinting after him to calm and baby him in her arms. In a way, he would have to, but seeing her made him wonder if he was missing something. “Mother,” he asked “you’re pretty calm seeing as Wolfram is upset.”

Lady Celi brushed a few strands of loose blond hair from in front of her face. “Yes, you’re right Conrad, and I’m still planning on retrieving my baby. However, I’m not dumb enough to overlook the deliberate way the Great Sage attacked my Wolfram, and I would like to believe that there was a motive behind it, besides personal amusement, that I don’t quite understand.” Conrad raised his eyebrow and looked at his mother for a few more seconds before turning to face Murata.

The Sage held that unique smile of his that shouted ‘I know something you don’t know’. Behind his stressed expression, wrinkled forehead, and piercing sapphire eyes, Gwendal was also silently in awe of his mother’s restraint.

“If you would be so kind to explain, dear Sage, it would nice.” Lady Celi said. Anissina nodded her head, eyes shining with questions, an inventor’s mind imaging different possibilities for the situation at hand. Cool sapphire and soft brown eyes also turned in the direction of the Sage. Murata kept smiling after everybody’s eyes rested on him. “Well… I suppose it would be rude to not fill everyone in.” he stated. “As you all are aware, von Bielefeld has been glooming over Shibuya ever since the incident in the office about a week ago.” Nods were all around. “As I have already explained to you all, Shibuya shares a certain connection with me, as well as Sir Bielefeld.” Nods once again.

“Well, I have a theory concerning the situation about Sir Bielefeld’s current mood and the current state in which Shibuya is in. If I’m right, then all will be well, at least for alil while. Something is coming soon and I believe what I just did should be enough to help us prepare for it.” Murata placed his elbows on the table and rested his chin on folded hands. The glint from his glasses was gone and the insight in his eyes became easy to see. His smile never left him as he spoke.

“You see, it goes like this…”

Like a shadow in the dark, a certain intruder moved swiftly and silently throughout the hallways. Returning to his former position, it was noted that there were no patrolling guards in the area. Smirking, they made their way to the isolated spot in the corner.

They had received instruction to await new orders, but was never given any specific procedure as to when, by what, or how they planned to communicate, but it was okay. A system set up before the infiltration of Blood Pledge castle called for communication guidelines to be reviewed and recalled numerous times. There was a certain way things were done, and that was to make things easier and flawless.

The intruder stayed in position, drawing up into a sitting on the floor. When the time comes, they will receive their next assignment.

“That damned Sage. Who does he think he is?” Wolfram muttered to himself as he stomped through the halls.

After leaving dinner and leaving the Sage’s sight, he allowed whatever was left of his composure to dissolve. NEVER had he been so humiliated in such a direct and embarrassing manner. Even though he and the Sage never got along all the time, it had never crossed Wolfram’s mind that Murata would assault him like he did, and as a result, Wolfram was fuming.

“I knew I shouldn’t have trusted him. It took everything I had not to fry him right then and there!” Wolfram muttered some more, gaining some confused looks from the random guards he passed by. Only when their king had unknowingly did something to upset Wolfram did the guards ever see Wolfram so mad. His ears were red, his fist were clenched, and his eyes looked as if they could conjure death upon anyone who dared made eye contact.

Wolfram never noticed any of the looks he got, instead he fumed to himself as he passed everyone by to wherever his feet carried him. He rounded the corner into another hallway, this one void of other people. Still infuriated, he couldn’t help but think about what the Sage said.

‘Seeing that Shibuya is incapable of taking care of himself at the moment, and you were always there when no one else was, were you also there in service of all of his <ahem> needs?’

‘Let’s say… a midnight blond special service?’

‘It’s just a question’

‘I was simply inquiring if Shibuya has gotten the chance to really play with fire.’

“AAHH!!!” Wolfram let out a cry of frustration, and in the heat of the moment, created a fireball twice the size of his fist and hurled it into the door all the way down the hallway, which wasn’t more than a few yards in front of him. Panting slightly, Wolfram intently watched the door burn for a few more seconds before snapping his fingers and dismissing the fire.

“If only that door was that perverted Sage, I’d feel much better.” Wolfram said, walking over to the scorched door to inspect. After seeing that the door would be alright, Wolfram opened it to see what room he just torched the entrance to. He stepped inside, and immediately recognized the room as a royal guest room. It was a fair size room, furnished with a king size bed, 5 drawer dresser, master bath, walk-in closet, and a nightstand. The basic furnishings for all the bedrooms really. The only thing that made it royal was that it had a master bath attached to it.

Wanting to just gather his thoughts for a bit, Wolfram moved to sit on the bed. He was still upset with Murata, no doubt about that, but he also felt something else, besides embarrassment. He felt a bit betrayed. It was obvious to everyone that The Sage was not one his top favorite people, but Wolfram had thought they had enough mutual respect for each other for the Sage to not ridicule his personal feelings and such. Murata was more like a rival friend to Wolfram; never exactly best buddies, but still close to some degree. To have unexpectedly attack him through his pride and honor like that in front of anyone made Wolfram lose any respect for the Sage he had.

It also made Wolfram feel more alone than before.

As Murata was the only one who was close to understanding the connection between him and Yuuri, it made Wolfram feel bit more isolated now that he didn’t want to have anything at all to do with Murata and anyone to semi-share his feelings with. Sure his mother and brothers and friends and loyal soldiers were there for him, but each relationship was different, and the one he had with Murata was gone, for no reason apparently.

“Come to think of it, why would he assault me like that? Have I done something to offend him?” Wolfram asked himself. “No, I’ve been looking after Yuuri the whole time. I haven’t done anything more than threaten him a time here or there. He had no right to do what he did.” Wolfram shook his head. As he thought more one it, he couldn’t imagine a reason why the Sage would do such a thing. All this thinking made Wolfram’s head hurt as he laid down on the best and ran his fingers through his hair.

As Wolfram thought back on what he could of done to possibly made the Sage attack him verbally, Wolfram unintentionally thought back on the days since Yuuri collapsed. He was surprised at himself for not giving into temptation during the first couple of days to lie beside Yuuri and not move until Yuuri woke up. After Yuuri went down in that office, Wolfram’s logical thought process disappeared as his emotions took over. When Gisela arrived, he thought everything would be okay, and Yuuri would be back to complaining about being called a wimp in no time. But when Gisela announced that she couldn’t do anything, time slowed down for Wolfram as every minute that went by that he thought he was really going to lose Yuuri seem to be excruciating and slow. Then the whole piece of Yuuri’s soul thing came into play, although at the time he didn’t even know what was really happening, just that he felt a wreck but was comforted when Yuuri’s soul entered him.

Afterwards, Wolfram had pretty much been waiting on pins and needles for Yuuri to wake up. He started neglecting his duties and refused to move from Yuuri’s side. It was only when Gwendal and his mother came barging into the room to talk to him that he finally lengthen his distance from Yuuri some. But not completely. The only reason Wolfram thought he let himself leave Yuuri’s side as easily as he did with a talk was because of the feeling he would get at times which Murata said was the connection between him and Yuuri and Yuuri provided it in him whenever he felt a certain way. It would show up whenever Wolfram was off balance because of whatever, and it would soothe him back into a more composed state.

Speaking of which, as angry as he was earlier and as depressed-like as he feels now, Wolfram wondered if he should have received the nice warm feeling throughout his chest by now? If there was ever a moment for Wolfram to be considered off-balance, tonight would definitely be it.

“What’s going on wimp? I could really use you right now.” Wolfram waited for a feeling to spread within him, but felt a bit more betrayed when he didn’t receive one. At first, nothing happened, then Wolfram busted out laughing at himself. “Wow, I have really gone soft since you’ve been here wimp. I remember I used to be the one saving you all the time since you can’t seem to do anything right, and now here I am needing you when you’ve went and gotten yourself into a whole new situation. Who would of thought eh?”

Wolfram turned over on the bed, pulling the pillow over to him to rest his head on. He yawned, thinking about Yuuri. “I’m pathetic, catering to a man who, after being in his own country for three years, still has to suffer through Gunter’s ridiculous lectures.”

“Are you serious?”

“How much are you willing to doubt me?” Murata ken smiled behind his glasses, head resting smugly in his hands. “Is that all that was really needed for that to happen?” asked Gwendal, his hands rubbing against his forehead which has somehow accumulated more wrinkles.

“Actually, given by his reaction, I’m willing to bet that it’ll happen tonight really.” Said Murata. Lady Celi clapped her hands together. “That’s wonderful! Who knew that my lil wolfie had that kind of influence? This is wonderful news!” Conrad smiled to himself, hoping that the information that he just received is accurate. Beside him, there was a Gunter bawling his eyes out. “Oh why?! Why must it be this way for great fortune to happen?! Ahh!” The lilac haired man cried some more. Greta entered through the doorway then.

“I couldn’t find him. He must of got a good head start. Some of the guards told me which way he went but still no luck.”

“That’s alright dear. Wait until you hear the good news!” Lady Celi exclaimed “Good news? What good news?” Greta inquired, her brown eyes showing of clear confusion. Lady Celi jumped up from the table and went over to her granddaughter, grabbing her by the hand. “Come, it’s almost time to call it a night, but I’ll walk you to your room and tell you on the way.”

“Okay, I think. Goodnight everyone!” Greta waved at everyone still at the table. Rounds of ‘goodnight’ and ‘sleep well’ were heard from everyone except Gunter, who still was in his own world.

“Well, I best be heading off too. I have a new invention that I’ve been working on to help make the work of the women around here easier. This invention will help make the dishes become washed in mass amounts and leave then sparkly and shiny and clean. I call it: make-the-dishes-washed-and-sparkly-and-shiny-kun!” Anissina stood up, with a proud and faraway look into her eyes. Then she gave a sharp look towards Gwendal and Gunter. “But of course, I will need a power source to make this work. I’m sure there are some pretty strong demons around here somewhere with strong magic that are willing to help out in the name of science!”

With only a passing thought of what could happen if he allowed himself to remain passive for a few more seconds while Anissina looked for a sacrificial guinea pig, Gwendal quickly stood up and took big lengthy steps towards the doorway as silently as he could, trying to keep his composure and not give away the fact that he was breaking into a sweat at the possibility of facing such horror.

Once he reached the door, Gwendal said “As much as I would like to help indulge in the forward movement, there are duties that I have that require my urgent attention at this very moment.” In the blink of an eye, Gwendal was at the door with one foot already out when a certain blue-eyed redhead grabbed him by the shoulder. At the familiar touch that reminded him of pain and agony, Gwendal noticeably flinched.

“Ah Gwendal thanks for volunteering! I never would of dreamed that you would be so kind to help out an old childhood friend such as me! You are truly a man of men!” Gwendal desperately tried to think of something to say, his eyes searching around the room frantic-like for any excuse to get him out of this predicament. He found none with Conrad and Murata, seeing as they lack the necessary magic that Anissina needs, but one man still at the table did have it.

Gwendal cleared his throat. “Ahem, well, yes that may be true, but I am currently in the middle of an important case for the maou and cannot be torn away any longer than I have been. Although, I see one other person who is still capable of free time and able to help you in the name of science. Gunter will have no problem helping to serve in advancement of, uh, your inventions.”

“Oh I see…” Anissina looked between Gwendal and the still mentally absent Gunter. “Very well, you are free to go for now. I will come to collect your services at a later date.” With that she let go of Gwendal and grabbed Gunter, who seemed to finally come to his senses. “Wait, what? What’s going on?”

“Come on Gunter, you and I are going to have some fun!”

“Wait, hold on, now wait a minute! You can’t do this! Argh! Gwendal” Gwendal turned around and faced the wall as Anissina dragged Gunter along to her lab.

“Ahh! Help me! This surely must be a form of kidnapping! Help!” Anissina looked over her shoulder at the frantic Gunter. “Aw don’t be like that. Gunter you are here to help make a advancement in history! Besides, I’m sure this new idea of mine real really, blow up.”

Gunter cries were the last thing everyone heard from him as he was drugged down the hall to face his doom.

Conrad let out a chuckle at the antics that were played out before him as his brother let out a relieved sigh. Murata had an amused expression on his face. “Gwendal von Voltarie, you are a very cruel man to sacrifice another in such a manner.”

Gwendal took a step through the door before hesitating. “It was for the good of my country,” he said, then continued his way towards his office. Now all that was left in the dining room was Conrad and Murata.

Murata got up and stretched. “I suppose I should go find something to do until the time tonight. I think it won’t be very long anyway.” Conrad stood up also. “Do you really think that it’ll happen, like you said?” Murata pushed his glasses back up on his nose. “Of course, Sir Weller. As complex as we may seem to be, we are actually simple-minded creatures. And upon instinct, we make simple-minded decisions.”

Conrad nodded his head before watching the Sage leave the room. He thanked the maids cleaning up and followed suit.

In the Maou’s chambers, to the outside world Yuuri was sleeping peacefully, when in reality he was having an argument with himself.

A few moments ago, Yuuri felt a surge pass through him through his connection with Wolfram that he named ‘Je t'aime de tout mon Coeur’ or ‘Je t’aime’ for short. By naming his connections he thought he felt a closer bond with them. He named his connection with The Maou ‘danketsu’& his connection with Murata ‘kenmei’.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t feel that! I know you came feel Je’taime the same way I do!” Yuuri shouted at his other half.

“Of course I came feel it. But right now this is more urgent.”The Maou folded his arms and stood firm in his decision. Yuuri floated around and threw up his hands in aggravation. “Come on! You’re telling me that waiting around here and floating through some clouds with you is more important than getting to Wolfram? What kind of sense does that make?”

The Maou sighed. “Once again Yuuri, the poison was strong. Although it did not kill us, it did make our body very weary. If you leave to take command now, then you will be very fatigued when you awaken, as oppose to if you waited here, then our body would be able to heal better along with the benefits of-“

“I don’t care. You said we’re not going to die right? Then what’s the harm in letting me go early? So what if I’m alil tired, I can go back to sleep once I know Wolfram’s okay. I can’t even feel him anymore since the surge.” Yuuri groaned.

“That’s because of some kind of interference. Things would be much easier if you would just remain content and allow yourself to heal more. Then again, that’s not like you is it?”The maou sighed. “Do you even know why you persist on arising so much anyway Yuuri?” To this, Yuuri turned and faced the maou. He was about to say something, then realized he had nothing to say. He rubbed the back of his head and smiled weakly. “Well, uh, no, not really, hehe…” The maou shook his head.

“But I just feel like I need to get to him. I don’t know what it is or why, but for some reason, something is calling me to him. When I felt that surge, I felt as though I needed to move to be right there, as if by instinct. Besides, I think I’ve been here long enough anyway.” Yuuri looked at the Maou with a plea in his eyes. “Please, tell me how to get out of here. You can feel with danketsu how much I want to go. Please?” Yuuri clapped his hands in front of him.

The Maou looked at Yuuri with a stern expression for a few moments before sighing again. “True, we have remained idle longer than I had anticipated. Very well, you can take control once again.”

Yuuri nearly did a backflip in the air, almost kicking one of his thought clouds. “Yes! I promise to rest up as soon as I know everything is okay!” He was dancing around in celebration.

The Maou nodded. “Still, I must say it is unusual to name the connections that you have. I won’t even bother asking or looking to find out why. At any rate, Yuuri. Yuuri!”

Yuuri was still dancing around until the Maou finally caught his attention. “Uh, hehe, yea?”

“Yuuri, know this. Once you wake up, you will feel very disoriented and your body will feel heavy since you are insistent on leaving early. It’s also possible that you might not even remember why you wanted to leave in the first place, or remember anything for awhile for that matter. But Yuuri...”

“Yeah?”

“When you do remember everything, make sure not to forget what we talked and everything we shared here. And remember the special conversations we had and what I’ve shone you during your time here.” Then the Maou narrowed his cat-like eyes.“You do remember everything we’ve discussed, correct?”

“Yeah, yeah I got it. No going back on decisions, learn to use the connections wisely, learn to control my powers more, yeah yeah, and then that other stuff….” Yuuri’s voice trailed off.

“I know it is not the best of subjects but be prepared. I sense a disturbance in the future, and preparations must be ready and everyone must be ready in case that time comes, including you.”Yuuri nodded his head solemnly. “I know, it’s just I hate to think of something bad happening to everyone.”

The Maou floated over and placed his hand on Yuuri’s shoulder. “When the time comes, use what I’ve shone you here, but only use them in emergencies.”

“Yeah, yeah I got it. Emergencies only. Jeez, you sound like my mother whenever I’m leaving out somewhere.”

The Maou chuckled. “Well, she is a very fine and caring woman. But I must ask, are you sure that you’re really ready to leave now?” Yuuri nodded his head.

“Very well then. Close your eyes.”

Yuuri did as he was told and closed his eyes. He could feel when the Maou placed his hand on his head. At first there was nothing, but then Yuuri felt a small tingle throughout his body. “This might be somewhat discomforting at first since you’re not used to it.” he heard the Maou say. As soon as The Maou’s last word left his mouth, Yuuri felt as though he had the wind knocked out of him. His chest was tight, his arms and legs felt as though they were sore from a 10 mile jog, he couldn’t breathe, and he couldn’t move. He tried to open his eyes, but they were glued heavily shut.

This feeling lasted for a few moments before it disappeared as suddenly as it appeared. Yuuri still couldn’t open his eyes as he felt himself falling forward. Yuuri expected that he would stop soon enough, but he just kept falling, feeling something like wind hitting against his face. He felt as though he were skydiving with his eyes closed. The last thing he heard were the Maou’s words.

“Don’t Forget.”

Thanks so much for reading! Okay, it’s official, I suck royally at updating lol. March was a hard month family-wise and last month was nothing but test for me. But the good news is I passed all my finals and finished my classes finally so now I have more free time to work on my stories yay! JI wrote this within a couple of days, give or take, just to get back into the swing of things. The next chapter is coming soon <hopefully>, in which Yuuri finally wakes up, and it’s time for the intruder to be properly introduced in the call of action. As for the connection names, I took an interest to French, and I wanted to add it to the story somehow lol.

Until Next Time! ~Kriter727@yahoo.com~
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