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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 8 – The Origin of Jace Von Bielefeld I: Part I

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 an 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…

Wolfram and Jace sat on a long stone bench in the corner of the gardens, content under the shade of one of the largest trees there. The sun shined down brightly as if to welcome whatever the world delivered with a bright smile. The birds and the kohi flew overhead nonchalantly as if they had never known any conflict throughout their whole lives. The day had started out interestingly enough and was beginning to be best described as a wonderfully created abstract picture; beautiful to look at and quite deceiving if one didn’t take the time to look at it for what it really was instead of what it seemed to be.

Secluded alone with Jace under perfectly normal conditions outside was something Wolfram hadn’t done in a long time, nor had he ever imagined himself ever doing again. He wasn’t sure how he felt at the moment. He knew he didn’t particularly care for Jace right now, but still, sitting with him peacefully like he was doing right now had Wolfram reminiscing about the past, before everything went sour.

Jace felt the same way. He sat with his hands in his lap, twiddling his thumbs. He took a deep breath as he looked around, reminding himself that he really was in Blood Pledge Castle, and Wolfram was really sitting beside him, even if somewhat reluctantly. He couldn’t blame him.

Jace smiled to himself on the inside. When he first arrived back in Shin Makoku about a week ago, the only thing he thought about was Wolfram. He cleaned himself up and made the announcement that as a relative of Wolfram he was royally invited to a couple of parties the Maou was hosting. He flashed a smile and batted his eyes and the guards let him right through without anymore. He went to the first party and didn’t see Wolfram then, but the next one he caught a glimpse of his blond angel. He couldn’t help but stare and feel the emotions he harbored since before he left take over, but as the last couple of years taught him, he had to relax and take control, although he couldn’t bring himself to actually speak to wolfram until last night.

And of course, that went well….

All this obsessing over Wolfram kept Jace from catching up with the rest of the castle also. He hadn’t really had time to talk or interact with Conrad or Lady Cecilie or anyone else really.

For about 20 years Jace fantasized about just sitting with Wolfram on a day like this, a day where it seems everything was peaceful in the world and there was no conflict between people, no past haunting him, no future that seemed bleak, no reason for doubt and hate and disappointment, just a normal day without any troubles worrying him.

Unfortunately, that was just a fantasy.

From a spectator’s point of view, it would seem as if Wolfram and Jace were friends simply enjoying the weather, when in fact they were ready to relieve some of the hardest moments of their lives.

Lost in their own little worlds, both boys had been silently looking around at nothing in particular.

Finally Wolfram got tired of the silence. The quiet atmosphere surrounding him and Jace was getting to him. He looked at Jace and deliberately stared long and hard with a look that said ‘Well? What are you waiting for?’

Feeling Wolfram’s eyes on him, Jace turned his head up to meet Wolfram’s impatient look and smiled. Regardless of how much time went by Wolfram would always be the same to Jace.

Jace turned, looking above the castle at the clouds in the sky that floated by, his eyes shimmering and smile still in place. Heavy thoughts filled his mind, but he had no right to burden Wolfram with all that. Still…

“It’s a nice day isn’t it?” Jace said out of nowhere.

Wolfram didn’t say anything.

“Do you remember when we were little, coming to hide in the gardens when we were in trouble?”

Wolfram didn’t answer.

Jace kept going as if Wolfram had answered. “We would stay out here all day long, laughing, joking, playing around. Then we would just lie down and watch the clouds go by, talking about whatever came to mind.”

Wolfram sat silently, not seeing whatever relevant point Jace was making.

“Do you remember when we would talk, and tell each other secrets? You were never afraid to share anything with me. You were always the strong one, trusting me and reassuring me of everything being alright when I didn’t even believe it myself. I used to cry a lot and get worried about things sometimes, and you would just hold me and let me cry and lean on you.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Wolfram cut in sharply.

Jace continued. “You never cried. We came here or to my old room,” he heard Wolfram scoff, “more times than anyone could count, but never have you cried like I did.”

Wolfram began getting a little bit annoyed. “Jace… I thought you were going to tell me about what happened.”

Jace acted as if Wolfram hadn’t even said anything.

“I remember that anytime something bothered me, you would get impatient and glare at me, just like you are right now, and demand I’d tell you whatever was wrong. You grew up caring like that, and I see how much it makes you happy to care after the Maou.” Jace could feel Wolfram’s eyes narrow on him. Jace didn’t even have to look at Wolfram to know that he crossed his arms. That’s what he always did whenever he didn’t want to hear something.

Jace glanced down towards the nearest flower bed, which was only a few feet away. His eyes softly rested on the yellow flowers. “I remember you telling me that it wasn’t fair that you told me stuff, and I got to hold back. You knew how much I loved flowers, and you knew how much I loved the yellow ones, even though I never really told you why. Whenever I didn’t want to tell you what was wrong, you would either yell at me demanding I tell you what’s wrong or you’d threaten to pick and destroy one or two or however many flowers it took to get me to admit the truth, afterwards I would lean on you and cry again until I felt better.” Jace paused. He walked over and picked a flower in full bloom before returning to sit beside Wolfram on the bench.

Jace’s reminiscent smile turned into one of defeat and sadness as he fairly lightly and delicately stroked the petals of the flower. “If something were to happen to me, even though I know things will never be the same as they once were, do you think it’s impossible that you’d be able to forgive me long enough to hold me just one last time,” Jace paused and slowly leaned in and placed the flower in Wolfram’s hair, safely tucked behind his ear, before leaning back and gazing directly in Wolfram’s eyes.

“Beautiful Wolfram.”

Wolfram sat in silence, his arms still crossed. Anyone who didn’t know Wolfram would be fooled by his lack of response. His body and expression showed no reaction to Jace’s actions and words, however his eyes betrayed him. Wolfram’s eyes always held the key to seeing what Wolfram was thinking, feeling, and who he was. Whether it was a because of a bond of friendship, hate, or whatever else, Jace still tugged at the part of Wolfram that had missed Jace so long ago.

With that same sad smile Jace stared at Wolfram, the boy that had consumed his thoughts and heart for so long.

Suddenly there was a quick loud rustle of leaves behind Wolfram. Before Wolfram turned his head around, Jace saw a blur of black scrambling behind the tree where the noise had came from.

Wolfram turned towards the sound and saw nothing but trees and plant life, but Jace held and annoyed look for a few seconds before Wolfram turned back around. He forced a smile back on his face.

“What was that?” Wolfram asked.

“Nothing. Just a jealous bird.”

Yuuri froze and tried to be as still and quiet as possible, although he was sure his pounding heart would give him away.

He didn’t mean to spy and listen this long on their private conversation. But the sight of Jace and Wolfram together made Yuuri act more out of instinct than anything else.

He had just had his little run in with the not-all-that-friendly violet eyed blond less than a little bit ago, and Yuuri had admit that little altercation was fan-tastic. Fantastic enough to the point Yuuri wanted to release some of his power and teach Jace how to properly greet someone when meeting them for the first time.

Their run had had Yuuri seething so he came out to the gardens to cool off, take his mind off things. He knew that even though he didn’t come right out and say it, Conrad was busy with other stuff to play catch with him every time he needed to clear his mind, so Yuuri decided the gardens was a good plan B.

He made it out the hallway to the gardens, but decided to sit on the steps instead and stare at the flowers. He was only there for maybe five or so minutes before he saw Wolfram come out of another hallway. Instantly Yuuri smiled and was about to go over to the blond when he saw Jace following behind. Instantly Yuuri’s smile faded and he had the pain in his gut called jealously hit hard.

Before he knew it, he was following a few steps behind them to the farthest corner of the gardens and when they stopped he hid behind a large tree that was close to them but wouldn’t disturb them if he stayed quiet.

He couldn’t see anything but after awhile he heard them talking, and heard Jace talking about he and Wolfram were before a thought about him ever occurred. From what was being said, it sounded like Wolfram used to act towards Jace the same tender caring way he acted towards him. Yuuri’s heart dropped some. He started having doubts unnecessary questions kept coming to mind.

‘Does Wolfram really want me and love me like he says, or does he want me as a replacement for Jace?’

‘Am I really what Wolfram wants, or is Jace someone that Wolfram wants and needs?’

‘If Jace had stayed instead of leaving, would Wolfram have ever been interested in him at all?’

‘Is there a chance Wolfram would forgive Jace and accept him back into his life?’

‘Is there a chance Wolfram would leave?’

These thoughts and more clouded Yuuri’s mind until he heard Jace ask Wolfram, currently his Wolfram, if he would hold Jace one last time. He peeked around the tree to see Jace actually touch Wolfram and place the flower in his fiancé’s hair. And Yuuri didn’t miss the little love message behind the ‘Beautiful Wolfram’ part.

Acting on instinct again, Yuuri was about to announce himself and go out there to tell Jace to back off until he stumbled on one of the roots from the tree that was sticking up from the ground. He hit the ground and just as fast as he hit the ground, Yuuri scurried right back up and with his back against the tree again, listening to see if he had been caught.

“What was that?” He heard Wolfram.

The moment of truth.

Was Jace going to say anything?

There was a pause that probably last a few seconds that seemed to last minutes to Yuuri.

“Nothing. Just a jealous bird.” He heard Jace.

Damn, Jace knew.

Yuuri wondered if he should go correct Jace’s comment since it wasn’t a secret he was there anymore, or stay hidden for fear of Wolfram. If he wasn’t so sure he would get obviously spotted by Wolfram, he would have already crept back to the castle and left them alone by now.

“Jace…” He heard Wolfram warn.

“I thought you were ready to hear what I’ve been up too.”

Yuuri exhaled a deep breath. Overall he didn’t want Wolfram to find out he was spying as if he didn’t trust him, even if he was subconsciously ready to make an appearance and have a word with Jace. So he decided to relax some since it seemed like he was stuck for the moment.

Wolfram scrunched his face up slightly in contempt. He knew Jace was lying, but he’d let it go for now if it meant getting to the point of their discussion.

Jace decided not to say anything about Yuuri because he didn’t want to have his attention from Wolfram drawn away by someone else. More than likely if Wolfram had seen Yuuri, they would have started arguing right away and he’d have to wait yet again for another opportunity to talk with Wolfram like this, even though he was upset his moment had been ruined by the little black haired idiot.

Wolfram sat on the bench looking expectantly at Jace.

Jace knew the look well, and decided it would be better to get started.

“Well, honestly, I don’t know where to start. So I guess I’ll have to start from that first day, from the beginning…”

Behind the tree Yuuri sat down, pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs trying to get comfortable. ‘Might as well get comfy.’ Yuuri thought. ‘Sounds like I’m going to be here for awhile.’

20 years ago…

A crowd of soldiers watched in awe and silent appreciation of the friendly duel that took place before them. Among them, dressed in an emerald t-shirt and blue jeans with boots, a 62 year-old preteen Wolfram von Bielefeld sat on the castle steps with a slight grimace as he also watched.

His once clean white t-shirt and white pants now dirtied from training, 60 year-old preteen Jace von Bielefeld sweated and panted heavily in the courtyard of Blood Pledge Castle, his sword drawn and his eyes focused. His opponent, Conrad, stood with his sword pointed at him, another hand behind his back, and a smile on his face. The morning sun shined brightly and beamed down on them with stinging heat, and while it was very apparent that Jace was having a tough time with his training in this heat, Conrad didn’t appear to be bothered in the least bit, not even one trickling bead of sweat running down his face. Patiently he waited for Jace to catch his breath and make another move. “You’re getting better every day.” He commented.

“Yeah right. You’re just saying that, you’re not even tired.” Jace replied between breaths.

“Well I’m accustomed to battle within various conditions. It’s just something you get used to. And you really are improving, I’m not just saying that. Are you ready to take a break for now?”

Jace grinned devilishly. “Not just yet, I still want to – YAH!!” He charged and rushed Conrad before he finished his sentence, trying to surprise him. Ever ready, Conrad simply parried the strike and used Jace’s momentum against him in the next strike to effortlessly side-step and allow Jace to crash to the ground. He pointed his sword at the boy’s neck.

It was all in less than a minute. The sword shining in the sunlight and only a few inches from his neck made Jace gulp.

“Never rush into battle. One rash mistake can cost you your life.” Conrad said to him, then pulled his sword back and extended his hand to help Jace up. “Why don’t we take that break now?” His gentle brown eyes glanced towards Wolfram’s direction. “I believe my baby brother has finished his lesson with Julia for today, and I’m sure he’s here for you instead of me.”

Jace nodded, knowing how Wolfram felt about Conrad. He headed over to sit beside Wolfram, hearing Conrad call to the soldiers for anyone else that wanted to practice their skill.

Wolfram didn’t say anything when Jace sat down, just stared at Conrad as he blocked another swing from some brave soldier. Jace looked towards Conrad too. “He’s not evil or anything you know.”

Wolfram didn’t say anything.

“He is your brother, you should-“

“Weller is of no relation to me. He’s as human as they come.” Wolfram crossed his arms. Jace sighed, it was no use trying to get Wolfram to even admit he and Conrad came from the same mother.

“Wolfie, you should say things like that.”

Both Wolfram and Jace jumped at the sudden sound of Lady Cecilie behind them. She was dressed in her all black Maou attire, her beautiful facial features along with the contrast between her fair skin and the royal black dress made her stunning.

“Mother, I, uh-“

“Hi Aunt Cecilie!!” Jace interrupted, beaming a tired smile at the woman he looked to as a 2^nd mother.

Wolfram gave Jace a scowl, Jace shrugging his shoulders and looking at Wolfram with a cheesy grin.

Cecilie reached down and pulled both Jace and Wolfram into a suffocating hug against her giant breast.

“Aww! You two are too cute!! My Wolfie and my Jacie absolutely have to be the most adorable boys ever!!!” Jace and Wolfram struggled and finally pulled away to gasp for air.

“Mother! We can’t breathe when you do that!” Wolfram whined. “Aw, does my Wolfie want another hug?” she teased. Cecilie reached her arms out towards Wolfram and he jumped up, blushing that the commotion drew the attention and some giggles from a few nearby soldiers.

“What are you looking at?” He shot at them. The soldiers turned their heads back towards Conrad, a hidden smile on their faces.

“You shouldn’t talk to them like that Wolfram. It’ll come back on you one day.” Jace reprimanded.

“Jace is right this time Wolfie,” Cecilie said, making a triumphant grin appear on Jace’s face. “but I wish he would of thought of that before yelling at the kitchen cooks this morning for cooking the food slightly off from what he likes.” It was Wolfram’s turn to grin at Jace.

Cecilie shook her head. “I don’t know what you two would do without the other. By the way Jace, are you ready for you trip back this afternoon?”

“Yes Aunt Cecilie.”

“Good.”

Wolfram interrupted. “Mother, why can’t I go with back with Jace this time?”

“Because dear, Jace has to go home and handle a few duties, and we all know they would never get done if the two of you were together. Don’t forget that Nora tells me everything you two are up to, including the fact that it was you two who let all two thousand horses loose last time, in which it took about a week to collect them all back.”

Wolfram’s eyes went towards the ground. Jace’s expression turned guilty. “How does mother seem to know everything?”

Cecilie placed her hand on the top of Jace’s hair. “Because that’s how mothers are. Only a mother can love and worry about her children enough to know exactly what they’re doing and more or less when they’re doing it without even a turn of the head.”

“Or just be nosy enough.” Wolfram added. Cecilie walked over and pulled Wolfram into another hug, making sure to squeeze him tight before letting him go. “You shouldn’t talk about mothers like that Wolfie. You make it sound as if we don’t care about you.”

After reclaiming his breathe again, Wolfram gave Cecilie an accusatory look. “If you did care about me, then you wouldn’t let me go be heir to the von Bielefeld lands and if you really cared about Jace you wouldn’t be using him to help set things up for the position. I don’t want to be heir! And I don’t want to lose my time with Jace to take the title! Why can’t his step-brother do it? Keji is older than us and knows more about the land and rules and policies and stuff than we do! He likes that kind of stuff and he’s smart enough, why can’t he be the successor?”

Cecilie could plainly sense the distress coming from the boys. It was obviously heard in Wolfram’s voice, but even though Jace didn’t say anything his suddenly sad facial expression and violet eyes made it clear that the same thing also troubled him. She also felt the same way. Jace was another son to her and Wolfram was her baby, and she wanted both boys to grow up and become real, genuine men, but only in due time. She felt as though pressing issues were rushing the boys too fast, and she wanted them to just be happy.

Cecilie sat down beside Jace and pulled him to her in a sincere, gentle, motherly hug. She called Wolfram over and he dejectedly sat on her other side, not saying anymore. She put her other arm around him.

Cecilie bit her lip before starting. “I know this is rough but you two know Waltorana is very sick right now, and since he has no children and if something should happen to him, then we need you, Wolfram, to take over. I know how you feel and I don’t think that it’s right either, but-“

“But you’re the Maou Aunt Cecilie. Can’t you do something?” Jace asked, even though he already knew the answer. This wasn’t the first time he and Wolfram were given this talk, but he couldn’t help but hope for a different positive answer every time. “I’m sorry, but there’s nothing I can do. Wolfram’s uncle is a very stubborn man and he fully abides by the rules of the land. And since Wolfram is the only one with true von Bielefeld blood and is next in line with his father gone, it has to be him.”

They didn’t say anything for a few moments. Both boys looked depressed over the issue. Cecilie already knew how much pressure being in a power position can have since she was the Maou, but she had Stoffel to use and lean on. If Wolfram took to the throne, then more or less everything would be on him. Sure Keji and Jace and the council and whoever else could help out every now and then, but ultimate responsibility fell on Wolfram, who was much too young. It was too much.

Cecilie shook her head and decided to avoid the subject. She squeezed both boys gently then let them go and stood up. “Let’s not think about that for now. I’m going to go make sure Conrad doesn’t overheat out here with all that swordplay. Why don’t you two go grab some snacks and go play for awhile? Just be back in time for when Keji arrives to pick up Jace.”

Wolfram and Jace nodded simultaneously, and Cecilie blew them both a kiss before walking towards the center of the courtyard where Conrad and now a line of soldiers were.

“I’m not really in the mood for anything.” Wolfram said.

Jace shook his head. “Me neither. Wanna go lay around in the gardens?”

Wolfram stood up. “Not really. Come on.”

Jace got up and followed Wolfram. He didn’t know where they were going, but he didn’t really care.

Wolfram led the way and they ended up in Jace’s room. In truth it was just another room that was meant for royal guest to stay in, but since Jace came to visit so often, Wolfram and Cecilie officially pronounced it Jace’s room and nobody else was allowed to stay in it. It was only about 2 hallways away from Wolfram’s room, so it worked out anyway.

Wolfram and Jace walked into the room, Jace plopping down on his bed watching as Wolfram crossed room to go on the joined balcony, taking a deep breath of fresh air.

“Wolfram, why is it you always like this room more than your own? Your room has a lot better stuff in it.” Jace asked.

“Well if you wanted something else in here, then you know mother wouldn’t hesitate to get it for you, nor would I.” Wolfram answered.

“Yeah, but still, why do you always like coming in here better?” Due to frequent visits, Jace’s room was a bit more decorated than regular royal guest rooms, but not by much. His floor was a violet carpet with silk white and violet bedspreads on his overly-sized bed to match his eyes, compliments of Cecilie. His room had a balcony opposite of the door with white silk curtains hanging from the doorway, and a dresser in the far left corner by the balcony made of bronze but painted to match Jace’s blond hair. There was a portrait of Jace and Wolfram hanging over the dresser, one which showed two beautiful, fiery, honey blond mazokus nearly matching in royal attire. Wolfram was in an emerald suit, similar to a tux, with gold trimmings along the edges while Jace had a similar suit but violet with gold trimmings. To the left was a walk-in closet that, once again, held the white and violet decorated color scheme. Jace had outfits already there, not bothering with packing much for when he traveled back and forth from home to Blood Pledge. Other than that, Jace’s room was basic furnished and was still just a guest room, at least to Jace.

Wolfram leaned on the balcony railing, seeming to stare off into space.

“Wolfram, did you hear me?” asked Jace.

Wolfram nodded. “Yes, I hear you. It’s because your room has two things mine doesn’t. One is the view I get from the balcony. I can stare off into the clouds or the stars, depending on day or night, and can get lost in them. “

“And the other reason?”

“Well…” Wolfram turned around and walked over to plop on the edge of the bed beside Jace. “this room has you.”

Jace blinked, missing what Wolfram meant. “Huh?”

“I mean, it’s you.” Wolfram looked around the room slowly, before resting his eyes on the picture of the two of them together.

“You’re my best friend, and you’re always here for me. Whenever you’re not here I get lonely, but I can just come in this room and it just almost feels like you’re here. It’s comforting. You know that no one else understands me like you do. Gwendal is always busy with his work, Gunter is hopeless, mother is the Maou but she smothers me all the time, and I don’t really care about Uncle Stoffel, he’s just making a lot of trouble for mother. Adalbert is okay sometimes but he’s mostly just here. In fact, Julia is the closet one to understanding me whenever she isn’t going on about Weller, and Weller…” Wolfram paused and looked down into his lap.

“He’s just a filthy human. And my father is gone, which is why I’m the heir in the first place. I don’t want to be the damn heir! I’m alright with things just like they are. I don’t want to go off and have to take care of some other land and do all this other stuff, even if my name is originally from there.”

Wolfram shrugged, feeling himself venting his frustrations. “I’m sorry. It’s just irritating that no one bothered asking me how I felt. They just automatically assume that I’ll do it without any problem. But I know that if it comes down to it, then I’ll do it. Even though she annoys me all the time, I wouldn’t want mother to think I couldn’t handle it and end up disappointing her, or Gwendal, or even Julia. Brother runs things with the military and he never complains except when people don’t do things right, and if he can do it, I know I can. Julia is blind but she can see things through more clearly than most anyone else here. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure I’m the best leader there ever was, even if I don’t want to do it in the first place.” His tone turned sad with the last sentence.

Throughout his whole rant, Wolfram realized Jace hadn’t said a thing. He turned back to Jace, just to see Jace looking at him funny. Jace was staring seemingly right into him.

Jace had listened to every word Wolfram said, and it made him proud but sad at the same time. Even though he didn’t want to do it, Wolfram was determined to make sure that as heir he would do the best job he could for the von Bielefeld lands. He was determined to make everyone proud of him. Yet Jace couldn’t help but be sadden at the thought of what Wolfram’s duties would imply, and that the time he had to spend with him would surely dissipate within a matter of days until there was no time left at all. He was also sad for the way Wolfram felt, and the way it felt like everyone treated him.

Wolfram was one of a kind. He was strong, brave, beautiful, determined, loyal, and was more than Jace could ever ask for. Wolfram’s emerald eyes always had an effect on Jace that made him grow weak and made his heart pound.

“Heeellloooo?? Jace?”

“Huh?” Jace snapped out of it.

“I asked if you were alright. You were giving me one of those funny looks again.”

“Oh yes, I’m fine. I was just thinking about some things...” Jace hadn’t heard Wolfram say anything. Apparently he zoned out somewhere along the way.

Wolfram scrunched his face and brought it close to Jace’s. “Hm…thinking about what?”

Jace wanted to lean forward, Wolfram’s lips were so close. He almost did before he caught himself. He blushed. “Nothing.”

Wolfram crossed his arms. “Don’t nothing me, you’re blushing. Tell me.”

“No. Shut up.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re being nosy and it’s not funny.”

“So? That’s what I’m supposed to do. It’s what I’m here for.” Wolfram started getting tired of the run-around answers Jace started giving him.

“No, you just want to be annoying.” Jace didn’t really want to admit what was on his mind, so he seemed annoyed and didn’t give straight answers. It was what he always did when he didn’t want to say something. He knew it, and he knew Wolfram knew it too.

“Jace, you’re avoiding something again. I just spilled out my feelings, so why won’t you say something?” Wolfram was beginning to get impatient and stuck his bottom lip out in almost a pout. He knew Jace would fall for it, he always did.

“Because it’s stupid… and kind of embarrassing.” Jace turned away. He knew the pouty face Wolfram made was intentional because he could never really make himself say ‘no’ to it. It was too cute, and it didn’t help his embarrassment or his situation that was starting to develop downstairs.

“We’ve known each other nearly our whole lives. You’re going to tell me now that something is stupid and embarrassing? Did you meet someone or something? Look at me!”

Wolfram reached out and turned Jace’s face to him so he could see the look in Jace’s eyes when he answered.

Instantly Jace’s lips were once again an inch or two away from Wolfram’s as the emerald eyed blond studied his reaction. Wolfram’s breath fluttered against his skin and Wolfram’s hair fell onto his. Those same emerald eyes that captivated Jace along with their close proximity placed a lost look of desire and attraction and need on Jace’s face, making him temporarily speechless and unable to answer Wolfram’s question.

Wolfram eyes widened and he grinned. “Aha! I can see it. You did meet someone! Who is she? Why didn’t you tell me? Is it a girl or a boy? I wanna know!”

“Shut up! Wolfram...I…uh…” Jace bit his bottom lip. He wanted so bad to tell Wolfram how he felt about him. He wanted to tell Wolfram how much he adored him and how he felt like putty in under Wolfram’s stare. He wanted to confess that he really was attracted to Wolfram who was his best friend, his only friend, his one other person that he felt he truly belonged beside and was always happy whenever he was around. But Jace was terrified, terrified of the possibility that confessing his feelings to Wolfram could ultimately destroy their friendship, leaving him shunned and without the one person that brightened his day from a mention of his name.

The thoughts running in his head along with the pressure he felt Wolfram was putting on him was starting to get to Jace.

Wolfram recognized this and immediately let up some. He forgot how sensitive Jace really was under all that confusing exterior of his. Wolfram grabbed Jace and pulled him into a hug. Jace leaned on Wolfram’s shoulder, upset with himself for chickening out yet fairly content at the same time at Wolfram’s touch. “You don’t have to yell at me you know.” He whined softly.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just want to know who this special person is that you’re hiding from me that makes you start daydreaming all the time and makes you get that goofy, happy look on your face.” Wolfram said.

Jace wanted to tell Wolfram that his ‘special’ person was definitely not hidden, but couldn’t find the courage, so he settled for the alternative.

Jace got off of Wolfram and flopped back onto the middle of the bed. He turned on his side and gave Wolfram a defiant glare. “I’m not hiding anything or anyone. I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

Wolfram shook his head before climbing to lay beside Jace on the bed. “Fine, act like that. But we both know better than that. And we both know that someone has you all, um, worked up.” He glanced down at the small but noticeable tent in Jace’s pants.

Jace’s face blushed crimson at the thought of being caught, and by Wolfram. He’d forgotten to hide it when he laid down.

Wolfram smiled a heartwarming smile. “But we both know that you’re still my best friend no matter what and I’d give anything for you, so you know you never have to keep anything away from me, Jace von Bielefeld. I trust you completely and I’m always here for you.” He grabbed Jace’s hand. “We’ll be best friends forever, and we don’t have to worry about anything as long as we have each other.”

Jace didn’t say anything but his inner defenses and heart melted at Wolfram’s words. He just nodded.

Wolfram stretched and yawned. “Good. Now shut up and take a nap. I’m tired.” He closed his eyes.

Jace decided it would be for the best to just follow Wolfram’s lead for now, feeling a bit tired himself. Wolfram made him feel important and to Jace, Wolfram was worth everything.

Deciding to enjoy to peace, Jace closed his eyes and joined in the nap, before waking a few minutes later to find Wolfram’s leg in his stomach. It was never easy sleeping with Wolfram.

Jace rolled his eyes and gave Wolfram some space on the oversized bed by moving to the complete opposite edge. He stared at Wolfram for a few moments before closing his eyes again, a genuine smile on his face.

Soon one day he’ll tell his best friend about his ‘special’ person…

Jace awoke to gentle shaking. His eyelids heavy, he had to blink a couple of times to get the used to them being back open again. Cecilie was on the bed, smiling down on him. “Hello Jace.”

Jace sat up slowly, shaking his head to try and get the sleepiness out of his system. “Hi Aunt Cecilie.” Yawn.

He around on the bed, not seeing Wolfram. “Where’s Wolfram?”

Cecilie smiled. “He’s downstairs talking with Keji. He got here awhile ago and we came to find you boys. You two are soooo cute. You two were sleeping so peacefully even though little Wolfie had fallen on the floor again. We didn’t want to disturb you two, but he had woken up. He told us not to mess with you and let you sleep for awhile longer, said you had a lot on your mind. Is everything alright Jace?”

Jace nodded sleeply. “Yes, I’m fine.”

“Ok, but your Aunt Cecilie is always here if you ever need me. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good. Now come on, your brother is waiting for you.”

Cecilie got off the bed walked towards the door. She held out her hand for Jace who was right there behind her.

Jace took her hand and the two of them made their way to the castle gates where they saw Wolfram, Keji talking with Conrad, and a carriage waiting for departure.

As Cecilie and Jace approached, Keji and Conrad stopped talking and turned to them with smiles. Conrad spoke first.

“There you are Jace. I was wondering if there was anything we needed to do to make the trip any easier for you and Keji since you’re a hard sleeper. You didn’t even hear us in the room.”

Jace thought about it and wondered at first if Wolfram had told them about his condition before they had fell asleep, but quickly realized it was one of Conrad’s lame and corny attempts at a joke. No one laughed, but they all smiled politely out of kindness, except Wolfram. A disapproving scowl was more than evident on his face.

Keji spoke up as if Conrad didn’t really try to make them laugh. “I hope you’re ready for the ride, Conrad is right that you’ve certainly slept enough.” Keji was no ordinary looking man either. He was older than Jace and Wolfram by nearly forty years, making him around a century old. Yet with his demon blood and the way he acted, the humans would mistake him for not being a day over twenty, while Jace and Wolfram could be mistaken for twelve or thirteen year olds.

Keji was as tall as Conrad, but with different features. His jet-black hair was long in a ponytail that traveled down his back, but short bangs that covered the top part of his forehead. He held deep ocean blue eyes that seemed to never waiver. His smile was soft like Conrad’s but with more confidence that perfectly matched his confident borderline cocky demeanor. He was built like a soldier with a sword always on his hip and mellow orange uniform always on and kept clean. One could describe him as a younger, happier, more approachable version of Gwendal.

Ignoring Conrad and Keji, Wolfram walked directly in front of them to get Jace’s attention.

“I’ve already gotten you’re stuff for you. I didn’t want you to have to worry about it once you woke up.”

Jace half-smiled. “Thanks Wolfram.” He was glad that Wolfram was thinking of him and the nice gesture, but to him it sounded like Wolfram was ready for him to go, even though it wasn’t like that.

Keji interrupted. “I don’t mean to interrupt you two in your private conversation,” he said sarcastically, “but we really do need to be leaving. We’re getting pushed for time back home.” He looked at Wolfram. “If we’re going to get things ready for our, heir, we need to get going.”

Nobody else noticed, but Jace noticed loud and clear. The way he was looking at Wolfram and the way he said ‘heir’ was all too familiar to him.

Keji stuck his hand out and shook Conrad’s hand and gave Cecilie a hug before walking to the carriage. “Say your goodbyes Jace.” He said behind him.

Cecilie went and squished Jace in a tight hug before letting him go. “Aw, I’m going to miss you all over again. By the sound of things it’ll probably be another while before I see you again. Make sure you take care of yourself and behave. Oh, and have fun!”

“Yes Aunt Cecilie.”

Cecilie smiled, then backed off while Conrad stepped up.

He reached out to shake Jace’s hand. Jace grabbed it firmly. “Goodbye for now. We’ll have another sparing session later ok? Keep practicing.” Jace gave a firm nod.

Conrad just smiled before he was elbowed out of the way. “Enough Weller. We don’t need all of that.”

Conrad kept his smile and backed away slowly to give them some space.

Wolfram and Jace stared at each other for a long moment, neither one saying anything, before Jace caved and threw his arms around Wolfram in a tight hug. To Jace, separating from Wolfram was as painful as a sword going through the heart. It hurt like hell and he’d do anything to get rid of it. In this case, it hurt like hell to be away from Wolfram and he’d do anything to stay with him for as long as he could.

Wolfram felt the hug coming and returned it equally, although for a different meaning. To him it was missing a great and loved friend. To Jace it was so much more.

“I’ll miss you.” Jace said.

“I’ll miss you too.” Wolfram said. They broke apart. “Do you know how long you’re going to be gone this time?”

Jace shook his head. “No, but hopefully not for too long. I don’t like being without you. It’s not the same when you’re not around to get impatient with me and me shouting back.”

“So? It’s the only way to get you to tell me anything. And next time we’ll have shout at each other again…” Wolfram leaned in close to Jace’s ear. “…just so you can tell me about your special someone.” Wolfram whispered, like a child with a secret.

Jace blushed. “Shut up.” Wolfram was too innocent in his thoughts about Jace to understand what was going on.

“Hey! Let’s Go!!” Keji yelled. He sounded irritated.

At that, Jace started walking backwards towards the carriage, never taking his eyes off of Wolfram. Wolfram smiled, and behind him came Cecilie and Conrad. Looking at the three, Jace felt as though he was the luckiest boy alive to be considered part of the family here.

“Come on Jace.” He heard Keji say.

Jace climbed in the carriage beside Keji. He turned and looked out the small, rectangular window in the back. Keji told the driver to go and as they pulled off, Jace’s eyes went from a view of a waving Cecilie, Conrad, and Wolfram, to just Wolfram. He felt it in those last few moments before he pulled away, he could have said it right then and there that he thought he was in love with Wolfram and got away, but he didn’t.

He got scared and now it was too late.

In the carriage, Keji had his eyes trained on Jace’s face as he sat back down on the seat when he couldn’t see Wolfram anymore.

“I thought I told you about getting too close with him.” Keji said.

“He’s my best friend. I can’t help it if-”

“Screw that.” Keji cut in.

“He’s not evil brother! You haven’t even given him a real chance, you don’t even know him! Maybe if you-”

“Jace…” Keji’s voice lowered.

Jace hung his head, feeling liquid stinging in the corner of his eyes. “Yes brother.”

“I’ve already told you once how I felt about him, don’t make me repeat myself. You are my little brother, remember that.” Keji warned.

“Yes brother.”

“And concerning Wolfram, we also have some urgent things to discuss.”

Jace looked up at Keji’s hard glare. “What about Wolfram?”

“Save it for when we get home.” And that was the end of that.

Jace sighed and looked out the window at the passing trees too his right, thoughts of Wolfram filling his mind. As Jace sat in that carriage pulling farther away from Shin Makoku, little did he know the troubles that awaited him back in the von Bielefeld lands that would ensure he wouldn’t see Wolfram again for the next twenty years….

Well that was fun to write. Thanks for reading. Sorry it took so long for this update to come up. School is crazy and I'm also trying to learn Spanish for one of my classes, and in speaking only English all 19 years of my life Spanish is definitely a challenge to me and sucks up alot of time. But I was brought up speaking English so I figure I have an excuse if I mess up some words every now and then lol. Kudos to everyone who's bilingual.

So in case you missed it in the story, Wolfram and Jace are the equivalent of human 13 year olds, and this was about 2 or 3 months before the war officially started. This chapter was a setting for how Jace and Wolfram interacted when they were younger and how Jace used to fit in at Blood Pledge.

Next time, more detail into Jace’s past, secrets are revealed, hearts are broken, people are killed, and Jace is right in the middle of it all.

Next Chapter: The Origin of Jace von Bielefeld I: Part II

Read and review! Suggestions welcomed. Until next time!

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