Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Forgotten ❯ Remembered ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou does not belong to me and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at all.

Pairings: Wolfram and Yuuri, others mentioned.

A/N: There may be some OOC, but this is again because I wrote this for shit and giggles. It’s been done before, or something like it, but I hope it’s at least a fun read.

Shibuya Yuri, baseball boy and Demon King, was still dancing up and down the halls of his own castle as his brain processed recent events.

No one was really answering his questions, because they had not been there to see what had actually happened, except for Greta-

Greta!

Maybe she would know!

Plan of action decided on, Yuuri became a black blur as he took off for his daughter’s room. His shoes clapped against the polished stone floor, before he skidded to a stop, panting for air.

“Greta?” he called, and opened the door slowly. He immediately stopped.

Greta was hugging a fuzzy knit animal that Gwendal had made for her (It was either a bear or a horse, he wasn’t sure) and was utterly dejected.

“Greta,” Yuuri whispered, swallowing hard. She had seen everything that had happened… She’d lost one of her parents, again.

“Yuuri,” the little girl said, sitting up and hugging her plushy. “You remember Greta, don’t you?”

The demon king felt like someone had stabbed him in the gut. “I do,” he said, and knelt in front of the bed, opening his arms for her. She slithered down, and approached him slowly, eyes checking him over. She felt his side, where he could remember being wounded.

“Yuuri was bleeding so badly, and he was coughing too. Wolfram was so scared, but he didn’t kill the soldiers that had hurt you when Greta told him it would make you sad.” She worried her lip, and leaned against Yuuri’s shoulder. The demon king swallowed.

“I don’t remember what happened, Greta… Could you tell me?”

His daughter nodded, slowly. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~  

Greta decisively put a piece down on the shogi board. “Beat that!” she crowed.

Her opponent, Morgif, who had been grinning smugly, suddenly groaned. To her side, she could hear the adults making a lot of noise through the corridors, but she wasn’t worried. Likely as not, they were trying to escape Anissina’s new invention.

“Greta!”

Whipping her head up, she smiled and waved as Wolfram and Yuuri trotted in.

“I’m sorry we have to interrupt your game, but Yuuri needs Morgif right now,” Wolfram said, kneeling next to her, and then turning to glare at Yuuri. “I’m taking you and Yuuri to the vault- its one of the most secure rooms in the palace. You should be safe there.”

Yuuri frowned. “I should be out here helping!”

Wolfram stood, hefting Greta up on his hip. Eyes wide, she watched her parents argue. “And who will take care of Greta? You suck with a sword, you’re a wimp, but you are the best person to protect her!”

“Listen, Wolfram! People need me! I refuse to run away!”

Greta shivered- this wasn’t like when her fathers had argued before, this time they were serious-

There was screaming in the palace, as someone shouted “Incoming!”

Yuuri and Wolfram dived for cover as a catapult sent a flaming barrel into the courtyard, which burst, sending burning oil and fumes into the air. Breathing was hindered by the noxious smell and Wolfram turned green. The flaming shards of the barrel sent fire racing all around them, and more barrels were coming.

“Wolfram! Get out of here, Wolfram!” Yuuri shouted, drawing Morgif. “You’ve got Greta!”

She could see Wolfram want to argue, before he tightened his arms around her and stood, running away from the blaze and racing through the palace.

Greta had thought he was just breathing loudly, before she looked up to see him crying. “Stupid wimp, stupid wimp, stupid wimp…”

“Ne, Yuuri will be all right,” she told him, even though her voice shook.

“Ah, of course he’ll be all right.” Greta saw him smile at her, even if it was sickly. “He’s Yuuri after all.” ~*~*~*~*~*~  

Yuuri stopped Greta in her tale.

“He really said that?”

“Un! He did. He really believes in Yuuri, even though he can’t say it.” Her smile was a bit conspiratorial. “He made me promise not to tell but he misses you when you’re gone! Well, he didn’t really say that but he said that the bed was very cold when you aren’t there. He also says you are a wimp and that you need to be here to take care of your responsibilities…” Her grin became wider. “But he means he misses you- he can’t say it because he’s a boy.” She nodded, knowingly. “Hube told me that boys can’t say what they’re feeling, that’s why they tease you.”

Yuuri rocked backwards, mind flitting over quite a few things. He had known that Wolfram was… territorial when it came to him, but this was…

“And then what happened?” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~  

“But Wolfram wants to help Yuuri, doesn’t he?”

Her other father nodded, arms tightening. “I want to protect him.”

Greta nodded, her small face turning fierce. “Let’s go protect him together!” Wolfram shook his head.

“We can’t, Greta. I have to keep you safe…”

“No!” She yelled, and started wiggling in his grip. “We have to save Yuuri!” She managed to get free of his grip and start running back towards the courtyard they had just left.

They arrived just in time to see hell breaking loose. Fire was everywhere and there was the sound of screaming and pain, arrows filling the air as much as the thick smoke.

“Yuuri!”

The young man was down on one knee, clutching his side and panting, eyes wide with fear and surprise, clutching his sword. Morgif was groaning loudly in anger over his sovereign’s injury-

Wolfram started clearing a path to him, going through anything in his way to get to his fiancé’s side.

“Yuuri," he whispered, before the Maou stood, ignoring the wound in his side. Greta held her breath as the Demon King called rain down, extinguishing the flames. She didn’t see much else as the air was filled with steam.

A few moments later, she ran through to see Wolfram holding a passed out Yuuri. He looked bad, his skin unnaturally pale, and his breathing was rattling in his lungs.

“Is he going to die?” she asked, eyes huge. Wolfram’s face was pinched, and he shook his head in denial.

“No! He won’t! Yuuri, I refuse! You have things you have to do, you wimp! Don’t leave the kingdom like this!” Pulling his hand back, he slapped Yuuri’s cheek. Greta saw he was crying. “Dammit, you can’t die!”

“He’s bleeding really badly,” Greta sobbed. The wound in Yuuri’s side was turning Wolfram’s blue coat black.

“I will not let you leave me like this!” Wolfram’s voice cracked, and Yuuri groaned. “There has got to be a way…” Getting to his feet, he hefted Yuuri over his shoulder. “Greta- we need to find a carriage. Come on!”

Nodding, the little girl trotted after him, sniffling. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m trying to heal him,” Wolfram grunted. Yuuri was as big as he was, and he was staggering under the weight. “I think I can keep him alive long enough.”

“For what?”

“To get him to the Palace of the Original King.” ~*~*~*~*~*~  

“I’m glad I don’t remember that,” Yuuri commented, his hands absently running over the wound’s location on his side. “I think I would freak out.”

Greta was solemn. “Wolfram was very scared. He didn’t say it but Greta could tell. He got us to the stables, where the people left helped us rig a wagon and horses. From there, we went to the palace of the Original King.” ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~  

“Ulrike! Ulrike!” Wolfram shrieked, hitting the doors of the palace with his fists. The priestesses let him in, shocked over the condition of the Maou who was hefted over the Prince’s shoulder.

“Ulrike! Can you help him? Can you save him?” Wolfram was panting, knees finally giving out from having carried Yuuri so far.

The shrine maiden’s eyes were wide with fright as Wolfram sat there, face covered in sweat and soot. “The Maou-“

“Yuuri’s dying,” Wolfram was hysterical. “The Original King can’t let this happen. He can’t! He brought Yuuri to us, he can’t take him away!”

“If it is the Great One’s will,” Ulrike murmured her lavender eyes fixed on Wolfram. “However-“

She turned away, and looked up at the symbol of the Shinou. “However… He is willing to save Yuuri, for a price.”

“A price? How can he say something like that?” Wolfram shook his head. “He has to look after his people-“

“To bring someone back from the brink of death requires a great deal of power,” Ulrike murmured, and placed her palm on Yuuri’s forehead. “It is not power he can easily spend. To cheat death is a wish that requires the highest price you may pay. You are violating every taboo to come in here and demand something of the Original King.”

“I don’t care!” Wolfram drew himself up, towering over the tiny priestess. “I’ll pay whatever price, if he or you or even fucking Weller could save him! Does he need to take my life in his place? Then he can have it!”

“No, the Great One does not require a death for Yuuri’s life,” Ulrike interrupted. “But he will take all your power as a Mazoku to save him, and then there is the price you must pay for making such a request.”

“Will it save Yuuri’s life?”

“Yes, it will.” Ulrike’s expression was sad.

“I’ll pay it.” The blond boy was adamant.

“You would give him up then?” The maiden’s voice hardened. “You would let me take away your memory of Yuuri, so it would be as if he had never existed in your life? You would let me destroy memory of the love you feel for him, so that you will just be another of his subjects?”

Wolfram’s eyes were huge as it hit home what she was asking of him. Greta took Yuuri’s hand. Wolfram would forget he had ever loved the king, he would forget he had ever even known him. The friendship, the adventures, the spats and the fun… All of it would be gone.

“Do you love him enough to let him go?”

Wolfram choked, and bowed his head. Greta could see bright streaks down his face that dripped onto Yuuri’s lips. “Yes.”

“You love him enough that you would give up being a Mazoku to save him?”

“Yes.”

“Do you,” Ulrike began, before Wolfram interrupted her, his hand on Yuuri’s face.

“Just get it over with, woman! He’s stopped breathing!”

Greta squeezed Yuuri’s hand, whimpering softly as Ulrike put one hand on Yuuri’s chest, the other on Wolfram’s.

“Very well then, the Original King will grant your wish.”

“Goodbye, Yuuri.” ~*~*~*~*~*~  

Yuuri’s eyes had shut halfway through Greta’s story.

“He screamed for a long time after that,” the little girl went on. Her simple words had made a fist clench around Yuuri’s heart. “Then he passed out. Greta thought he had died until Greta saw him and Yuuri breathing. We waited for a long time for someone to come take us back to the palace. When Wolfram woke up, he didn’t remember Greta. He just called me Princess and asked what had happened. Greta ran away after that.”

Yuuri pulled Greta closer, one hand on her hair. “I’m sorry you had to see that,” he whispered. His eyes felt hot as he held back tears.

“Yuuri didn’t know Wolfram cared that much for him did he?”

The demon king stared blankly past her shoulder. “I don’t know.”

“What will Yuuri do now?”

“I don’t know.” Wolfram couldn’t love him like he had in the past. He’d given it up.

“Do you think he’ll miss Yuuri?”

It was too much. It just wasn’t fair that someone like Wolfram would do that much for him, and leave him all confused like this. He didn’t even know if he loved Wolfram.

“I will miss him.”

Where had that come from? Miss Wolfram? The stalking, the jealousy, the…

“Greta misses him too.”

To be continued.