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There's Anger In Love	By : kre8tive Category: +G to L > Kyou Kara Maou Views: 4047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 7 – The Morning After

The next morning came with a pleasant air that surrounded the castle’s most important bedroom, the Maou’s chambers. The sun rose and shined as if it smiled down on the land below, welcoming it to bask in its morning warmth. Birds, Kohi, and creatures alike flew through the air, people carried on duties and soldiers marched for early morning training on the land, and the atmosphere was as soothing and calming as the sea, if one didn’t despise the water as a result of seasickness like a certain blond Mazoku.

Blond Mazoku in question, he contently lied awake in his bed, his head on Yuuri’s chest.

Wolfram had woken earlier than usual, nearly glowing on the inside. Yuuri was on his back still sleep in the bed, snoring away softly with one arm wrapped around Wolfram. Wolfram had been awake for what he guessed was maybe close to an hour now, just lying in bed. He looked at Yuuri, the double black innocently still in dreamland.

Wolfram could hardly believe everything that had happened. It felt so surreal to him, yet laying with his head on Yuuri’s chest, listening to the soft beating of his heart, and squeezing Yuuri’s hand lightly just to get a squeeze back, reminded Wolfram that he was in reality instead of a fantasy.

What happened last night was something Wolfram had only ever dreamed of. Yuuri had proven to him that he honestly wanted to be with him. At first, saying that he was skeptic was an understatement, and he was nearly ready to give Yuuri another piece of his mind since the boy didn’t want to seem to leave him alone. But of course, that little piece of Wolfram that makes him cave to Yuuri even when he really doesn’t want to made him cool down just enough to hear the boy out.

Wolfram was glad he decided not to turn him away again.

Yuuri was wonderful. He had just the right amount of mix for Wolfram. His innocence, his sensitivity, his playfulness, his charm, and his kindness was all combined effectively with his attractiveness, his strength & power, his sense of righteousness, his strong will & determination, and his love for everyone, in which he showed was a different kind of love towards Wolfram.

The way Yuuri worked on him last night had Wolfram dreaming about it, leaving his body feeling refreshed and rejuvenated and wanting more, while he felt his mind and spirit were at an all time high. After longing for the boy of his dreams for an emotionally and painfully long time, the feeling of finally receiving what he desired was more than incredible, it was indescribable.

Watching the animals flying around outside through the balcony, Wolfram figured it was time for him to get up, even though he wished he could lie in bed with Yuuri all day. In fact, Wolfram decided he and Yuuri needed to have a talk about that one day.

Running on a joyful emotional high, Wolfram slowly unwrapped himself from Yuuri’s arm and sat up.

Stretching his arms high above his head, he decided he couldn’t get enough of how he was feeling today. Looking down beside him, Yuuri was still sleeping away as if not having a care in the world, and it made Wolfram smile instantly. He was about to wake the sleeping Maou, but decided that Yuuri was sleeping too peacefully and felt as though it would be a crime to wake him. Wolfram leaned down and placed a light, soft kiss on Yuuri’s lips before slipping quietly out of bed.

Finding his thong and pink nightgown on the floor, he put them on before going to the closet to find a new uniform for the day.

Grabbing his usual attire, he quietly walked to the door and creaked it open. Before going through, he glanced behind him at sleeping Yuuri, who had already turned on his side, an arm out where Wolfram was as if he was searching for him. Smiling a bit wider, Wolfram left out the room and closed the door behind him before moving to the royal baths.

In another part of the castle, another blond had been sitting up in his guest bed for quite sometime.

Jace replayed the events of last night in his head over and over again. He couldn’t believe what happened and how he acted.

On the balcony outside of the ball, he had made a complete fool of himself. Wolfram had ditched him to find that damned Maou, Yuuri Shibuya, even though Jace couldn’t blame him. Wolfram and he haven’t even had a conversation that contained more than the words ‘Hi’ and ‘Hello’ and an occasional nod before last night.

It took everything he had to make himself approach Wolfram and actually talk to him without losing his composure.

Ever since he’d gotten back, Jace had nothing else on his mind except Wolfram von Bielefeld. He had been traveling a lot and because of that never got a chance to really return to Blood Pledge. By the time things settled some, the years had flown by and he had heard a new Maou was appointed. Although he didn’t even know Yuuri at the time, Jace knew that absolutely no one was immune to Wolfram’s external and internal beauty. It was then that he decided to come back to regain what was his, before it was taken from him for good.

When he arrived, he happened to be right on time for one of the parties the castle was throwing, mainly for diplomatic reasons. Have nobility in his blood, he was easily able to get in. It was at this party when he had first laid eyes on Wolfram, after 20 years. Although not all that much taller than what he remembered, Jace saw everything that he knew Wolfram was just by a first glance. His poise, his confidence, his beauty, it was, just, perfect Wolfram. Jace couldn’t believe how stone-like his legs seemed to turn and how dry his mouth seemed to get. Then, from nowhere, Jace also laid eyes on the new Demon King.

He was not impressed.

Seeing Yuuri for he first time, Jace thought that maybe some kid had accidently gotten into the party dressed as the Maou, and no one had really paid him much attention. But when he approached Wolfram, Jace overheard Wolfram fussing at him about not inviting him to the first dance and to fix his sash to look like a decent Maou.

If it were from anyone else’s lips, Jace still not have believed that Yuuri was the Maou. Just by his first impression, Jace could tell that he was naïve, incompetent, weak, needy, and was basically like a child playing a man’s role. And yet, everyone seemed to accept it with ease, even Wolfram. Right then he decided to stay at Blood Pledge in order to keep an eye on this new Maou and his interactions with Wolfram. His Wolfram, who, Jace was sure, was tricked into an unfortunate engagement with that waste of a Demon King.

…Sigh…

Jace threw the covers off of him and got out of the bed. He gracefully made his way over to the bedroom window.

No matter what the circumstance, Jace von Bielefeld always held style in nearly everything he did. The way he dressed always complimented his skin tone and looks. The way he moved was always with that of an elegant dancer. The way he spoke, no matter with what tone, always had a bit of charm added to it. The way Jace von Bielefeld was would remind Yuuri of the boys on earth who were amazingly beautiful and flamboyant and a pretty-boy, in which Jace only was at first glance.

Jace could pass of the flamboyant type if he wanted, but it never suited his taste. He admitted to being blessed with looks and charm and grace, but he also thought of it as a curse as it has gotten him many things over the years, except the one thing he’s always wanted.

The most honored, revered, and precious thing in all the world & beyond in his eyes, Wolfram von Bielefeld.

“It’s been so long…” Jace mumbled to himself. He thought of the past 20 years in which he had been absent from Wolfram’s side. The memories of then haunted him even to this day.

“Wolfram… I would have never left your side if it wasn’t for that.”

A soft knock on the door reeled Jace from his thoughts. “Yes? Come in.”

The door opened and one of the maids appeared. Jace could not remember her name, but would use her red hair and green eyes in order to identify her later. He shook off his depressing thoughts and smiled and greeted her.

“Hello, and how are you doing this fine morning?”

She blushed a bit and gave a quick curtsy. “I am excellent. Many thanks, Sir von Bielefeld.”

“No problem. How can I be of service to you, my lady?”

“Well I, u-um…” She looked directly into Jace’s violet eyes and was transfixed by their beauty. As if reading the most beautiful work of poetry, his eyes spoke and captured her in a tale of entrancement that only she could perceive. Words that were ready to leave her lips were M.I.A as she could not do anything else but gaze upon the gorgeous creature in front of her and his breathtaking eyes.

“Are you alright?” Jace asked her.

Realizing that she had been caught gawking, she straightened all the way up and looked away. Her faint, pink, blush deepening into a dark, deep red one. “Y-Yes. Thank you. I-I came to see if there was anything I could do to help improve your stay.”

“Well that is very considerate of you, but alas, I am content as of now. A woman of your beauty shall not have to dirty your soft hands with the likes of me. ”

“Um, o-okay. It’s really no trouble at all. And, um, I-I’ll be back to check on you, just in case you, uh, need something.” And with that, she gave a quick curtsy and hurried out of the room, closing the door behind her. Once on the other side, she fanned herself, trying to get over the embarrassment of being caught staring like a love-struck teenager. Shaking her head, she left down the hall to check on the next guest, although Jace was more than on her mind.

Jace stared at the door the young lady just went through. He sighed.

“If only I could get Wolfram to act like that. But nooo, I had to fall in love with the only one who doesn’t swoon over me when he sees me. Quite ironic actually.” Jace shook his head as he gathered some new clothes and a towel. “As pretty as she was, I couldn’t return any feeling for her, fleeting or not, if I tried. In any case, she wouldn’t be the first one whose high hope’s I’ve deflated. Only one has my heart.”

And with that, Jace left his room and proceeded towards the guest baths.

As usual, Gunter von Christ knocked on Yuuri’s door then entered in order to wake Yuuri. Gunter was used to unusual thing happening around the castle, but one thing he would have never prepared for was the sight that greeted him that morning when he entered.

Yuuri had awakened shortly after Wolfram gathered his clothes and went off to the baths. Feeling lonely but ready to start the day, Yuuri decided to get a head start and start his day a bit earlier. With the intention of going to the baths to clean off and probably find Wolfram, Yuuri got out of giant bed and started looking for his clothes. He was partially embarrassed to still be naked from the events from the night before, but in another way he was feeling liberated and nonchalant for some strange reason.

He found his shirt, which was covered in after-mess, and just found his underwear, as he would trade a thong for boxers more than often. He’d just put his boxers on when someone knocked. Knowing it was probably either Gunter or Conrad coming to wake him, he was about to call out for them to wait a minute when the door opened and Gunter appeared. “Heika, I-”

There Yuuri was, in just in his boxers, holding a obviously stained shirt, in front of an open door whose occupant of the doorway started covering their nose, feeling a rush of blood coming to it.

Feeling as though he couldn’t moved because of being transfixed by the boy in front of him, Gunter’s nosebleed stated to rapidly increase in flow as his eyes took in the sight of Yuuri’s naked and exotic frame, a pouch in his boxers where there was an clear outline, and a shirt that had, wait…

Gunter stared at the shirt for a few more seconds before realization finally dawned on him as to what it was. Immediately erotic images of Yuuri moaning seductively while touching and pleasuring himself flooded Gunter’s mind.

“Gunter! You can’t just come in like that! I’m not finished yet! Close the door! When I’m finished I’ll come on! You gotta wait after knocking before you come in someone else’s room!” Yuuri wailed.

In Gunter’s mind, all he heard was ‘…come…not…finished…I’ll...come…on…you…’

The words playing in his head was all the man could take. He fled the room, a hurried and muffled “My sincerest apologies!” coming from behind his hand. Gunter ran off down the hall, hoping to escape to someplace where his stirring lower region and indecent thoughts would settle down.

Yuuri rushed to close the door behind Gunter, but somehow ended up tripping and flying through the doorway onto the ground.

“Oww…”Yuuri rubbed his forehead, then looked up to see the faces his room’s guards and of the three gossiping maids staring down at him. Remembering he was in nothing but his boxers and still holding the shirt, Yuuri quickly jumped up and closed the door behind him, his face crimson.

Now that they’ve seen him, Yuuri was sure that news of this would spread throughout the castle and the land within a few hours. The word of a fleeing Gunter and a chasing Yuuri would definitely be something the people would like to hear about.

Rubbing his forehead, Yuuri looked at the shirt in his head, which didn’t make things any better. He could only hope that Wolfram would try to find out the story from him instead of believing whatever spreads around.

Then again, Yuuri knew that some hopes die.

Jace walked down the hallway towards the Maou’s bedroom. He knew that the rumors of Wolfram sharing a bed with the Maou were true and he’d hoped to be able to talk with Wolfram, in order to make him see reason as to why that double black idiot wasn’t suitable for him and tell him what’s been going on all these years.

As he walked along, he noticed a group of girls in front of him. Judging by how they dressed and their snobbish demeanor, they looked to be noble daughters who may have attended the ball last night. They didn’t concern Jace. He was about to pay them no mind and keep walking when a few particular words caught his attention.

“I know! It’s crazy! They say that Yuuri Heika’s affair with Sir Gunter von Christ has been going on forever! That’s why Heika isn’t able to reciprocate Sir von Bielefeld’s feelings!”

Hm? If Jace had heard right, then it sounded like they said the double-black idiot was having an affair with that over-the-top von Christ man.

Wondering whether or not some useful information would come of this, he passed the girls, in which they stopped talking when he walked by then continued when Jace went around the corner. Jace then stayed against the wall out of sight, listening to what they had to say.

“Wow! Did you see him?”

“Yeah! Who was he? He was absolutely gorgeous!”

“That, ladies, was Sir Jace von Bielefeld, another noble to the von Bielefeld lands.”

“Really? He looks almost exactly like Heika’s fiancé, except for the longer hair, and he has the prettiest eyes ever! Oh what a sight it would be to see both the von Bielefeld’s together.”

“True, and what a sight it would be to have both von Bielefeld’s on me. I get a rise just thinking about it. Are they related?”

“No, whore. They have the same last name only because their families were noble and were in the same land.”

“So? I don’t care whether they’re related or not, they both can have me. I’ll show them tricks they’ve never seen before.”

This conversation was boring the hell out of Jace. He was already used to people lusting after him and didn’t care about them one bit. Listening to the three noble girls, all he could think about was naming them the Three Noble Sluts.

Jace was about to turn and leave the girl’s conversation alone, when it suddenly got interesting again.

“No, they don’t want you to show them any old, worn out tricks, trick. Besides, it’d be awesome if they got together, and then Yuuri Heika and Sir von Christ could be a couple. It’d be too cute!!”

“Excuse me, you pompous, fake haired, pathetic excuse of a wanna be concubine, my tricks are always fresh.”

“The cobwebs between your legs are expired news now. We’re talking about couples here. Hey, how did they get caught again?”

“Well, what’s going around is Yuuri Heika was in his bedroom, and Gunter von Christ entered. Then there were loud, uh, sensual noises coming from Sir von Christ. Then after a few minutes of loving, they said Sir von Christ could not stand pretending about their affair any longer while Heika paraded about his fake romance with Sir von Bielefeld, and threatened to reveal their situation to the public. Then, Yuuri Heika got mad and hit Sir von Christ square in the face, making him bleed. Sir von Christ ran out of the room with Yuuri Heika chasing after him in only his boxers and a, ahem, love covered shirt. But the maids saw him and he ran back into his room and shut the door.”

“That’s a load of horse shit.”

“You keep using that kind of language and everyone will start mistaking you for a dumpster, foul beast. And if you don’t believe me, then ask one of the maids. I heard there was a red haired one, a green haired one with glasses, and a blonde haired one, and they are usually together. Or ask the guards.”

“Tramp, as if the guards would give up precious information on the Maou so easily.”

“Hmph! Against a lady of my piercingly, divine beauty, no man or woman can oppose me.”

“Um, define beauty?”

“Let me grab a sword and put that piercing beauty theory to the test.”

“You tramps are just jealous.”

“Of what?”

“Maybe she means she’s a conceited witch whose only spell is to grow uglier by the second.”

“Disgusting fat hogs!”

“At least when the men are around, we get more meat for our shop than you.”

On and on the girls went, and it became painfully apparent that anymore information Jace needed was not to be included anymore.

However, this little rumor he heard from the slut’s babbling gave him enough information to go on. Rumors may have layers upon layers of lies and exaggeration, but they do have a truthful base.

Jace walked away from the corner, the girls rant about who could do what in bed fading in the distance behind him.

“A redhead maid hm?” Jace thought to himself. If she truly was there, then maybe he has a way of finding out the truth after all, seeing as she apparently was very much taken with him earlier.

“So lets see, I have the Maou half-naked in his bedroom with Gunter von Christ involved, who everyone knows of his infatuation with the Maou. Hmm, I don’t think that weak excuse for a Maou could hit anyone, so the fact that Gunter’s nose bled means something happened, or it could have been a farce.” Jace contemplated what he overheard as he continued towards the Maou’s chambers. He tried to decide what could be true and what was false. As of the moment, it was pretty impossible without a few more facts, but still, he had enough to go on.

“At any rate, what I know will do.” Jace smiled to himself. “I guess it’s true what they say.”

“Interesting things do happen at this castle. And they should get even more interesting soon.”

Yuuri leaned on the railing of the balcony attached to his bedroom, not really wanting to go anywhere at the moment.

After Gunter had left and a bit after his heart calmed down from running outside into the hallway half-naked, Yuuri got his things and practically jogged to the royal baths, hoping to either find Wolfram, or get washed away back to Earth through the water.

Neither happened.

Somehow he had missed Wolfram, to now which he didn’t even know where the blond went. His pink nightgown had been folded and placed to the side, which meant Wolfram probably took all his clothes and stuff with him so he could leave straight out of the baths into whatever he was going to do for the day. And in noticing how he didn’t vanish in a pool of swirling water, Yuuri pouted and took his bath in silence.

Afterwards he walked, or ran rather, back to his room, where he’d pretty much stayed for at least 10 minutes just looking over the gardens from his balcony, trying to think of a way to get through to explain to Wolfram once he heard the rumors.

“Aghh!!” Yuuri let out a frustrated shout pulled at his hair. “This is definitely not right!”

Yuuri knew how much rumors have affected Wolfram in the past, and how sensitive he was to them. Yuuri felt that even after everything that happened last night, an incident like this could still do some damage. Their relationship hasn’t been the best one, that’s no secret. It was fragile and was just getting started in the right direction. He really wanted to make things work. Wolfram had given him another chance when it seemed like he was going to lose him for good, and Yuuri decided he’d be damned before he loses out again. Too many people would give anything and everything they had just to have a chance for a day with Wolfram, in which he has the opportunity to spend a lifetime.

That is, if it isn’t too late.

Determined to talk to Wolfram in order to prove that he wouldn’t back down from anything, Yuuri turned and made his way to the door.

Yuuri swung the door open to be greeted with a fist that was about 3 inches from connecting with his face.

Jace stood somewhat surprised looking at Yuuri, who was equally surprised looking back at him.

Jace was about to knock to see if Wolfram was in the room, but found a confused looking Maou instead. If Jace would have known Yuuri would swing the door opened so rashly, he would have made sure to knock really hard and not stop when the door opened. He was sure he could play it off as an accident.

Yuuri, on the other hand, was whole-heartedly surprised to see who at first glance he thought was Wolfram. But a blink of his eyes put him back in perspective in order to see the long ponytail and violet eyes that distinguished this boy from Wolfram.

Actually, Yuuri thought he remembered seeing him from somewhere…

The boys didn’t say anything for a few moments as they were both thinking to themselves.

“Um, hello.” Jace started.

“H-Hello.”

The moment was becoming awkward as Jace cleared his throat and decided to move on before anything unusual happened.

He attempted to put on a half-smile and look charming for the Maou, but just seeing Yuuri, especially this close, made Jace feel strained. “Might Sir Bielefeld be located here?” He managed to get out.

“Wolfram? No, I was about to go find him actually. Is something wrong?”

“No, not at all. It’s just we were having a discussion last night and didn’t get a chance to finish.”

Last night? Aha! That’s where Yuuri knew him from! He was the boy that was talking with Wolfram before he got dragged away by Lady Alyssa.

“Well, is there something you would like for me to tell him for you?”

“Nothing that needs to be said to Wolfram from the likes of you.” Jace mumbled under of his breath.

“Huh?”

“I said nothing important that needs to be said to Wolfram. Thank you.” Jace recovered.

Right then Yuuri felt the same pang in his chest akin to jealously that he felt at the party last night. He wasn’t sure why, but for some reason he felt as though he needed to be weary of this boy. Something about him was rubbing off on Yuuri the wrong way, and the way he said Wolfram’s name seemed a bit too familiar for his taste.

“Hey, um, what did you say your name was again?”

Jace’s smile turned from a fake pleasant one into a real cocky one. “My name is Jace. Jace von Bielefeld.”

Yuuri thought then that maybe he way imagining things. He had the same last name as Wolfram, so he must just be a relative. “Oh okay. So you’re like, his cousin or something?”

Just being in front of the boy who had taken who he’d fought and is still fighting for made Jace’s skin crawl. By the second, his manners and niceties seem to fade away as he could not completely contain how he really felt towards Yuuri.

“No, we are not related such as that. Wolfram and I share the same last name because both of our families were nobles, just located within the same land, even though Wolfram’s family held dominion over mine.” His voice sounded strained.

Yuuri was a lot of things, naïve being everyone’s favorite; but he wasn’t naïve enough to miss the hint of disgust in Jace’s tone as he explained. Family or no, it made the pang of jealously turn into one of subtle resentment. Yuuri narrowed his eyes.

Not missing the gesture, Jace decided to edge on. “Wolfram and I have been friends for a very long time, long before you were crowned, Heika.” he said mockingly. There were few people that Yuuri didn’t like in the world, including his, but Jace von Bielefeld was easily making it onto his hit-list.

“You see, Heika, Wolfram and I have been well acquainted over the years, and for the past few of them, I’ve been away on…er…business. I simply want to reignite what we had before, as I had started to last night.”

Yuuri crossed his arms. “Well I’m sure my fiancé and I have all the acquainting we need.”

Jace returned the gesture by crossing his arms also and staring Yuuri directly in his eyes. “I’m sure you and your fiancé,” Jace used the word mockingly again. It was really starting to irritate Yuuri.“are content pretending to be happy for the public while you parade around boldly with Sir Gunter von Christ.”

“Wait, what?! How d-”

“It’s already all over the castle. I’m pretty sure everyone, fiancés included, have heard all about your cheating and manipulative exploits by now.”

Yuuri’s right eye twitched. His breathing turned heavy as a crimson blush hugged his cheeks. His round pitch black eyes were glazed over in a glare of embarrassment and contempt.

Most would not dare challenge the Maou, as powerful as he is, especially about his personal life while within his own castle. Jace von Bielefeld did not fall into that category. To him, Wolfram was more than everything and he’d been through too much and come too far to turn back now just because some spoiled Maou who hasn’t grown a set wants to pretend to have what his whole being longed for.

Jace’s cocky smile turned into a wider cocky smirk as he stared down Yuuri, his calm violet eyes gleaming of mischievousness and defiance. Not deterred in the least, he continued.

“Well, Yuuri, I will say this; play your games as much as your heart desires,” then Jace’s smirk disappeared, “but leave Wolfram out of it. As I’ve said, I’ve come to reignite what Wolfram and I had, and I will not lose to someone like you, who apparently doesn’t give a shit about him and uses his own brothers to bodyguard and wipe his own ass for him.”

At first, Yuuri was too shocked to be able to think, but once he did, he felt a totally different side of him surface that he never felt before.

“Who the HELL do you think you are?” Yuuri was so angry that even in his normal tone, a bit of the Maou’s deep voice carried over into his. “Don’t you dare tell me how I feel about Wolfram! You have no idea how I feel! I’ve been through a lot!”

Something cracked inside of Jace. “How you feel? How you feel?” Yuuri’s tone was angry with a bit of the commanding Maou’s voice inside of it, but Jace’s tone held a deep, dark seething edge to it. Each word had a chill to it that matched the murderous look in his eyes. Pretty façade fully disappeared, Jace started showing that side of him that justified he and Wolfram being so acquainted.

“You have no idea what I’ve done, and what I’ve been through. You ask who the hell I think I am?” Jace leaned his face so close to Yuuri’s that Yuuri could feel his breath on his face and see every angry spec within his violet gems.

“To you, Yuuri Shibuya, I, am, hell. Wolfram von Bielefeld means more to me than you could ever possibly imagine within that incompetent thick skull you call a head. I have gone through many obstacles in order to be with him again, and I refuse to back down from anyone or anything. Everyone else may view you as an innocent child Demon King who doesn’t know anything about what he’s doing, but to me, you are a thorn in my ass that must be removed.”

“Well I hope you can take the pain because I’m not going anywhere. Wolfram is my life, and I’m not giving him up just because someone leaves his side for a long time then decided he wants him back.”

“Well maybe I have been gone, but ask yourself this; is it any easier to hurt another through absence than to hurt another through oblivious pain while present? Do yourself a favor and think about your own actions before commenting on someone else’s. It might help you realize how stupid you really are.”

The electricity between the two boys could shock a person from a mile away. A simple knock on the door and greeting turned into a verbal brawl with hearts on the line. Tension ran high as Yuuri contemplated punching the shit out of this pretty boy. He’d slapped Wolfram when they first met, but that was different, in the sense that Yuuri wanted to pummel Jace into a deep dark hole.

Not being able to stand it anymore, Jace turned on his heel and left down the hall, complete distain marring his smooth face. He needed to leave before he did something that he would regret, as physically harming the Maou would most definitely bring him great satisfaction at the moment, it could still land him in quite some trouble as he was outranked.

Fueled by more adrenaline than he’d ever had before from jogging or playing his most intense game of baseball, Yuuri was beyond flustered by the actions of the young man who boldly told him off while challenging his love for Wolfram, the one thing he had just finally understood how precious it was to him. It was unbelievable! And yet it happened right in the doorway of his own bedroom, the second time that morning something unexpected has happened in that particular location.

Seething with anger, Yuuri grinded his teeth together as he turn and started down the opposite direction Jace had went. He took three steps before turning to face the guards who had witnessed everything on either side of his door. They had hoped to remain unnoticed throughout the whole event.

“You two!” He pointed at them. They straightened up immediately, as an angry Yuuri was a scary Yuuri. “Yes sir Heika!” they chorused.

“I have already had enough trouble for one day. You two are not to speak of this to anyone or at any time. Got that? Even a whisper and I will hand you over to Gwendal for grudge work and as lab rats for Anissina’s experiments for the rest of your lives. Understand?!”

Frightened by the way Yuuri spoke and the prospect of him follow through on his promises, which he usually does, to make their lives torture, they answered truthfully and immediately without hesitation. “Yes sir Heika sir!!” the chorused again.

“Good.” Yuuri then turned and stormed off, going to find a place for him to cool off, maybe the gardens.

He was in no mood for breakfast that morning.

“I can’t believe him! Who does that idiot think he is?”

Jace stomped down the hall, mumbling to himself about everything he could think of to call Yuuri.

“Stupid, ugly, pitiful, pea brained, obnoxious…ughh!” Jace let out a grunt as the only thing on his mind was how Yuuri dared to claim that he’s been through a lot. Something about those words made Jace lose his cool completely. Not watching where he was going, he rounded a corner and bumped into a face for once he was happy to see.

“Ow, er I’m sor-eh? Wolfram?”

“Ouch. Where you’re going next time.” Wolfram said, rubbing his nose.

“Sorry about that.” The last few minutes of the day completely disappeared from Jace’s mind as the corners of his mouth twisted upwards and all of his attention was focused on Wolfram. “Say, Wolfram, are you busy at the moment?”

Wolfram gave Jace a hard, curious look, as if knowing Jace was up to something. “Not right at this moment, I’ve just finished breakfast. Why?” Internally, Jace cheered.

“Well, I was wondering if we could have our talk now.”

“No.” came Wolfram’s automatic sharp reply.

Jace’s entire face fell. “But, but why?”

“I still have nothing to say to you.” Wolfram stared at Jace, his hard emerald eyes telling of his refusal to budge. He did not want to be bothered with anything that would upset his morning. So far, from the end of last night up until now, everything had been going pretty smoothly. He was not in the mood for Jace.

Like a child who had their favorite toy taken away and was sent to time out, Jace looked at Wolfram in disbelief, feeling as though he had been wronged. “But, you said we would talk. I want to explain myself…”

“Not now Jace. Not now.” Wolfram brushed past him and was about to continue on his way when he felt a hand tug on his sleeve. He turned around to find hard, determined violet eyes glaring at him. For moment, Wolfram recalled his dream in which he was molested by Jace, and it made Wolfram hastily pull his arm free.

“Wolfram,” Jace said in a tone that meant he was serious, “I understand that you’re mad at me. I get it. I’ve accepted it and am trying to move past it, but dammit why do you have to make it so hard?” Jace felt himself getting irritated.

“Because you make it so damn easy.” Wolfram retorted, his temper easily matching Jace’s, eyes gleaming with similar irritation.

“Why won’t you give me even a few damn seconds just to say something?!”

“Because I’ve been waiting for about 20 damn years just for you come back and say anything!”

The words cut sharply into Jace’s heart. His rising temper quickly dissolving into that of guilt. Only Wolfram was able to make Jace feel the things he did. Of course he found out that Yuuri had the gift to annoy and piss him the hell off, but that was about it. No one else could make Jace feel something to the same magnitude like Wolfram.

He hated that the green eyed blond resented him, and he hated that Wolfram had every right to.

The heartfelt words flying from his lips like arrows from a bow, Wolfram couldn’t help but think of his loneliness before his pain. Even though not as much as Yuuri had, Jace von Bielefeld was the only one who had ever hurt Wolfram so much. Jace was someone important to him, someone who grew up the same way he did and understood the same things that he did. He was more than a friend, more towards a brother, but more special. Not a romantic interest, as Wolfram was not really interested in such things until Yuuri arrived, but Jace was more than that, he was that special person who understood him.

When Yuuri arrived, he filled that void that Jace left behind. Yuuri always treated him as a human being, not some special, pretty, blond fire-wielding mazoku noble like many others, and not as someone who needed to be taken care of and catered to like his mother and brothers. Yuuri saw him for him, and even though it made him hurt every time Yuuri had denied Wolfram’s relationship advances, Wolfram loved that side of Yuuri because it never changed. Yuuri changed him for the better, and it made Wolfram see the world for the better.

Jace was like a Yuuri before Yuuri. Growing up, Jace was a part of him, and was like Wolfram’s mirror; anytime one felt any way about something, the other would reflect the same things. When Jace shattered that mirror, Wolfram was not able to fully face himself again until Yuuri made him look again, but this time while supporting him and being with him to make him stronger, even if the wimp didn’t know he was doing it.

Jace and Wolfram von Bielefeld stared at each other, a moment of connection passing between the two as if they understood the other, their expressions reflecting the acknowledgement of the other’s hurt.

Finally, Wolfram looked away towards the floor, his mind still active with reminiscing thoughts, but it was settling. “I think it’s pretty obvious that we have some issues to settle.” he said.

Jace nodded. “Agreed.”

Wolfram looked back at Jace and looked directly into his reflecting violet eyes, his tone hard. “If I give you the chance to explain, will you tell me everything?”

Staring equally hard, Jace gave a sad, sarcastic half-smile. “Yes Wolfram, although some things are still shady even now. But I want you to understand why I’m back and why I’m desperate to be with you again.”

“Understand this, just because I’m finally listening does not mean that everything will be repaired and things will return to like they were.”

“It would be a mysterious abnormality if things did turn out like that. We’re too screwed up to have it that easily. Besides, now I have a unusual double black nuisance to deal with.”

Wolfram ignored the comment and started walking away from Jace down the hall. “The corner of the gardens usually provides a secluded spot in which a conversation is more than fit to take place. If you still want a chance, follow me.”

Not missing a beat, Jace followed behind Wolfram with that same sad half-smile on his face. He took a deep breath as he mentally prepared himself for what he had to say…

Alright, Jace von Bielefeld is getting back into the picture, and apparently in Yuuri’s face also haha.

Once again thanks for reading! Thank you, Kaya17, xKuro, & SP777 for reviewing my story. I apologize for any mistakes in this or any previous chapters. I always try to go back and find them, and spell check is only good for so much.

Well next time is the history of Jace von Bielefeld, who he is, why he was such a big part of Wolfram, and what could have possibly had him away for 20 years…

As always, suggestions welcomed and until next time!

~Kriter~
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