Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden ❯ 6 ( Chapter 6 )

Yuuri dreamt again of Anson. She was playing the song the Evil Trembles on a violin. The song was said to have been written by the very angel who fell from the heavens to become the devil. Even though Yuuri knew neither head nor tail of classical music, he had to admit it was a magnificent piece.

 

“How are you holding up, Yuuri?” Anson asked concerned.

 

“I think that I am doing a pretty good job. Only those really close to me seem to notice something amiss.”

 

“How long do you think you can hold this up?”

 

“Not much longer. How long is it going to last?” Yuuri replied.

 

“Not very much longer. You will not be able to resist the pull of the bloody moon. It's going to rise in the alternate world soon,” Anson answered, her eyes looking very sad.

 

“What is the bloody moon? Why can't I resist it?” Yuuri was getting more perplexed by the minute.

 

“The bloody moon is a natural phenomenon in the alternate world. It occurs once every three hundred years and only affects those who have great magical powers like yourself. In fact, you are the only living person who will feel its effects in your world.”

 

“Great. So everyone else will think that I have gone bonkers.” Yuuri groaned.

 

“That's the least of your worries. The bloody moon will call on your more animalistic instincts, for example anger, hate, and passion. You will lose control of yourself and fulfill your deepest darkest desire, irregardless of whom or what stands in your way.”

 

“That sounds bad.”

 

“Yuuri. It is more than bad, it's catastrophic. If you are not fully demon by then, you will have no manner of control. You could kill those you hold so dear.”

 

“You are implying that I should drink demon blood again. I told you, I refuse!” Yuuri screamed at the top of his lungs in his dreams.

 

“Sometimes, sacrifices have to be made. Things do not always become better if we butt our wills against fate.” Anson pleaded, “Please Yuuri, for your sake, the sake of those who love you, take the cure.”

 

“I will never do such a thing!” Yuuri declared.

 

“You have no other choice.”

 

“I wouldn't, I wouldn't!” Yuuri screamed as he jerked up in his bed, abruptly pulling himself from his dreams.

 

******************** reality

 

“Yuuri, Yuuri. Wake up. No one's forcing you to do anything,” Wolfram shook the sitting Maou whose eyes were still hazy from sleep. The screams of refusal from Yuuri in his dreams had shaken him to the core.

 

“Huh?” Yuuri stared at the blonde's face for a few seconds before he register who he was. His mind was clouded by both the dreams and pain, causing him to say a stupid sentence.

“Wolfram, it's you.”

 

“Yes, it's me,” Wolfram answered softly as he laid a warm hand on Yuuri's forehead. “Are you feeling alright?”

 

“Probably. Am I supposed to be sick?” Yuuri asked, his brain not fully functioning.

 

“No. You are not supposed to be sick,” Wolfram replied as he shifted Yuuri to lean comfortably on the pillows behind him.

 

Looking around dazed, Yuuri noticed that he was surrounded by a lot of people. “What are you all doing here?” Yuuri asked dumbly.

 

“We came to look at you, heika. You fainted in your bathroom,” Conrad explained gently.

 

“How are you feeling, heika?” Gunter gushed.

 

Yuuri stared at them dumbly for a long moment. His brain was stuffed with more cobwebs than his attic. Fainted? How was he feeling? Yuuri hadn't the foggiest idea how to reply.

 

“I think he is feeling a little overwhelmed. After all he has only just woken up,” Gisela jumped in to break the awkward silence.

 

Gwendal decided to try a different approach. “Do you remember anything before you blacked out?”

 

“I was eating dinner with Greta. Then I came back to my room, the rest is a total blank,” Yuuri replied sheepishly, knowing how stupid it sounded.

 

Gwendal wasn't pleased with the answer but he could tell that Yuuri was in no frame of mind to answer any questions.

 

“Are you sure that you are feeling alright?” Conrad inquired.

 

“I think so.” Yuuri replied again without thinking, his brain receiving mixed messages from both his body and thoughts.

 

“You can stop lying, Yuuri. We know that you are in pain.” Wolfram stated bluntly. He was not fooled for a second. Yuuri's face was so scrubbed white by pain, Wolfram could almost see the blood vessels beneath.

 

“I'm not. At least I don't think I am,” Yuuri rebuked, his mind trying to form a coherent train of thought. “My brain feels like… like inside the washing machine. I can't think straight.”

 

Before Wolfram could say anything, Conrad cut in asking, “Would you like something to eat?” It worried him that Yuuri's cheeks were starting to sink in.

 

“No thanks. I don't think I'm hungry,” Yuuri replied rubbing his temple to relieve the onslaught of his turbulent thoughts.

 

“How about some soup? Cook has specially prepared some chicken soup for you when he heard you were sick,” Gisela said smilingly.

 

“Well…” Yuuri hesitated.

 

“I simply insist that you must drink some soup, Heika. It will not do if you don't have some nourishment,” Gunter gushed.

 

“I suppose,” Yuuri gave in without a fight. He barely had the energy to stay awake.

 

“I'll have it brought up immediately.”

 

Rubbing his eyes, Yuuri as starting to feel the after effects of his fitful sleep. He was happy that Anson thought to visit him in his dreams however the current topic was depressing him. He was not in a mood to talk about something that he would rather have buried in the sea.

 

“You should stay in bed today,” Wolfram urged gently.

 

“Sure,” Yuuri agreed immediately. He did not feel like going anywhere anyway.

 

He barely managed to finish a small bowl of soup that Wolfram spoon-fed him before sleeping again.