Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden ❯ 3 ( Chapter 3 )

“I do believe my hearing is failing. Did you say I needed to drink demon blood?” questioned Yuuri disbelievingly.

 

“Yes. I did say that and I am NOT kidding.”

 

“I can't do that. I'm suppose to be the demon king, Maou. I can't just waltz into court and drink the blood of my subjects. It's…it's just plain wrong.”

 

“I knew that you would not accept this but I had to try. If you had jumped on this cure you would not be the Yuuri I know,” Anson shrugged. “I'll feel better if you knew about the cure. That's the only reason I'm telling you.”

 

“thanks for telling me Anson, I appreciate your concern.”

 

“Take care Yuuri. I know you care a lot about others, but there are many times I wish you cared more about yourself.”

 

“Don't worry about me Anson. Enjoy your afterlife. Don't let me stop you from having fun.”

 

“If the pain gets too bad, drink leatherback tea. It's a strong painkiller native to the demon kingdom. It tastes horrid but it works.”

 

“Thank you Anson. Goodbye my friend. I missed you.”

 

“I know, Yuuri. I've missed you too.” Anson replied, her voice fading slowly as Yuuri transited back to reality.

 

“Anson,” Yuuri mumbled in his sleep. His mind was still drifting in the hazy dreamscape when a well aimed punch slammed into his chest.

 

“You fickle wimp. You ARE my FIANCEE and yet you mumble someone else's name in your dreams. It just proves you really are a flirt,” Wolfram yelled as he flew into another one of his jealous rages. He was so angry that even until he marched out of the room, he failed to notice Yuuri writhing in pain.

 

Yuuri was biting the blanket to keep from screaming. White flashes blinded his vision as his body adjusted to the pain. He was thankful that the door was mercifully shut. He did not for a moment believe that he could act in this state. Wolfram did not actually hurt him but in his weakened state, it had all the impact of a battering ram.

 

“I need to get Wolfram out of my room. If this continues, I can't keep pretending much longer.”

 

With these unhappy thoughts, Yuuri crawled out of bed to start the day.

 

He decided to try his luck with Conrad first. He was always ready to help and gave sound advice. Finding him relaxing in a study, Yuuri summoned up his courage and approached him apprehensively.

 

“Erm… Conrad?”

 

“Yes? Your highness.” Conrad placed his book down to give Yuuri his full attention.

 

“Could you do me a favor?”

 

“Could you help me ask Wolfram to move out of my room?”

 

“Why the sudden request Yuuri? You have always put up with him before.”

 

“I know. It's just that he's been getting on my nerves lately and I don't want to say something I might regret.”

 

“That's a wise choice but why don't you tell Wolfram yourself?”

 

“He'll immediately assume I'm trying to flirt with some one else and go on a rant. There's no talking to him when he's on a rant.”

 

“Maybe he'll listen if you tell him,” Conrad urged gently noting that the blonde in question was eavesdropping diligently.

 

“I don't know. He's probably still mad that I called Anson's name out when I was asleep. He didn't give me a chance to explain.”

 

“Whose Anson?” Conrad asked before Wolfram could open his mouth.

 

“She's a friend of mine, back on earth. She lived next door and we went to school together.” The sad expression on Yuuri's face had Conrad probing further.

 

“What happened to her?”

 

“She died in a car crash. We were playing base ball by the road. Somehow the ball went on the road and as I tried to pick it up, a car came rushing towards me. Anson pushed me out of the way and died in my place. I almost stopped playing baseball then but Anson's last words made me change my mind. Do you know what she said?”

 

“What did she say?” Conrad asked.

 

“She said to me, `You are my best friend. I love playing baseball with you. Do you think I will get to play with you again if I am reborn?' Those were her exact words. I kept on playing since then, hoping that one day she will be reincarnated and we can play together again. It sounds stupid but I dream of her sometimes. I really miss her.”

“You liked her a lot.” Conrad observed.

 

“Maybe. I think that's it is all guilt now. She would have grown to be a great person. I'm the reason she's not alive. We were suppose to live forever as friends.”

 

“I'm sorry,” Conrad whispered, not knowing any thing better to say.

 

“It's alright. She's dead and no amount of regretting will bring her back to life.”

 

“I can help you talk to Wolfram.”

 

“That'll be great,” Yuuri said. He added as an afterthought, “Don't tell him about Anson. He might feel guilty even though it's not his fault.”

 

“As you wish. What are you going to do now?”

 

“I'll think I'll go make Anson a flower boat, it's her death anniversary today. I'm sure she'll like that. See you Conrad.”

 

After Conrad was sure the king was out of hearing, he said, “You can come out now Wolfram. I know you are there.”

 

Wolfram came out looking sheepish and asked, “When did you find out?”

 

“Since you tailed Yuuri here.”

 

The blonde flushed pink to his roots.

 

“You know Wolfram that you have a fiery temper. Did you ever consider that Yuuri has been exceptionally accommodating towards you? He gives into your taunts, your jealous fits and even allows you to sleep in his bed.”

 

“I know.”

 

“But you aren't reciprocating his good intentions. Wolfram, isn't it time you gave him some space?”

 

Wolfram stared down at the tiles beneath his feet.