Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden ❯ 7 ( Chapter 7 )

When Yuuri woke up, he felt that the world had shifted under his feet. Wolfram moved back into his room and kept watch over him every night. He was always accompanied by someone or scrutinized from a far by a servant who he knew reported straight to Gwendal. It became exceeding obvious that the demons did not trust him out of their sight. It did not help that they found his leatherback stash and were demanding to know what was wrong.

 

As much as Yuuri hoped to hide his secret, it was quite impossible with so many pairs of eyes watching his every move. Privacy was a mere memory much less his rather obvious discomfort.

 

In the end, he simply gave up and admitted that he was in pain.

 

“When did this start happening? Why didn't you tell us?” Wolfram started on a rant. He shook Yuuri by his thin shoulders, hoping that if he should hard enough, reason would finally be shaken out of the vault that Yuuri had locked it into.

 

“It started when you asked me to get Wolfram out of your room,” Conrad cut in quietly, his voice like a hot knife through butter. The statement sliced through Yuuri's silence as he acknowledged it with a faint lowering of his head.

 

“You stupid, stupid wimp,” Wolfram berated. “Why did you have to keep it to yourself?”

 

Yuuri bit into the side of his cheek until the coppery taste of his own blood permeated his mouth. He now saw the foolery of keeping the secret to himself but there was no way he was telling them much, if anything at all.

 

“You can stop hiding what you know,” Gwendal stepped in. He had just come from forcing Gunter into a forced coma to keep him from bringing the castle down.

 

“I only know a little,” Yuuri lied as he studied his fingers.

 

“What do you know?” Conrad demanded. He no longer stood at the door to bore holes into Yuuri with his gaze.

 

“I know that my demon blood and human blood are fighting over for dominance of this body. Eventually, I may become fully demon.”

 

“That's a great piece of news. Now we can have a full blooded demon king,” Wolfram said. “Why did you keep it from us?”

 

“There's a catch to it, isn't there?” Gwendal hit the jackpot on his first guess.

 

“Yes.” Yuuri affirmed as he got up from his place on the couch to look outside the window, to the kingdom he swore to rule. “There is no telling how long it will take. I may become a demon tomorrow, decades or even centuries from now.”

 

“That's not an issue. We will stay by you until this is over,” Wolfram pointed out.

 

“That is not what you are worried about,” Conrad stated as he observed Yuuri's expression.

 

“No. I haven't the faintest idea why either,” Yuuri mumbled quietly to himself.

 

His mind was in a whirl. I can just imagine what Wolfram would do if he knew about the cure. He could almost see Wolfram slashing himself in his mind's eye to provide him with what could alleviate his pain. He shuddered at the mere thought of the blonde's very apparent devotion.

 

“Yuuri. You owe it to us to tell us what you know,” Wolfram requested as he tugged on Yuuri's sleeve. He unleashed his puppy dog eyes that he used to wiggle things out of others when he was much younger.

 

“I have told you all that I know. As for the source,” Yuuri smiled wanly, “You wouldn't believe it even if I told you.”

 

“We'll leave the source out of this but you are still hiding something from us.” Conrad argued, his eyes glittering with a warning not to talk back.

 

“You will not pursue this matter anymore than you already have. This is an order,” Yuuri finished before the protest even formed on their mouths. “You will ask no more of this. You will not research on this. This is my situation to settle.”

 

“How can you ask me to sit back and watch you suffer?” Wolfram asked, his eyes disbelieving.

 

“I can and I will because I am your king. Wolfram von Beinfield, you will do as you are told. It is a not a matter of what you want but what I order you to.” Yuuri stared straight into Wolfram's emerald eyes as he knew that Wolfram was the one person who would not obey unless it was directly arrowed at him.

 

“But.”

 

“There are no buts, no what ifs or anything your vivid imagination can whip up. If you regard me as your king you will do as I say.”

 

Wolfram pressed his lips so tightly together that his mouth seemed to blend into his face.

 

The rest of the room fell into a tense silence. It was as if there was a taut string that was just lying in wait to snap and slap all of them in the face.

 

“Prepare my horse,” Yuuri said finally. “I'm going to the shrine.”

 

With that, Yuuri imposed his will not to dwell on the problem permanently.