Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden ❯ 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Hidden 9

 

“Yuuri,” Wolfram squeezed out what little breath was left in his lungs. “Are…are you alright?”

 

Yuuri took a steadying breath before he calmed down. “I think I will be,” he replied with as much conviction as a dying man facing death. He knew he was crying, not that there was a shred in him that care about it at the moment. The world he knew was crumbling around him.

 

“We better get you back to the castle. You look terrible,” Conrad added his input. The usual friendly smile on his face back even if it did look extremely plastic.

 

Wolfram was the first to walk about to Yuuri. His sparkling emerald eyes were not those that belonged to the proud soldier but rather those of a worrisome lover. Even though he was not really sure about what he was doing, Wolfram went with his instincts to hug Yuuri. Wolfram was well aware that it usually made Yuuri uneasy but it was all he could think of doing.

 

Yuuri tensed when he first felt Wolfram embrace him but relaxed nonetheless. This was what he needed, concern from another who would not ask questions; completely unconditional acceptance and faith that what he withheld was due to difficulties. Yuuri closed his eyes and hugged Wolfram back. The world that had rocked around him suddenly started to steady for a while.

 

The others breathed a sigh of relief as the rain outside lightened, a sure sign to their hearts that Yuuri was starting to return to normal.

 

For a long moment, they just stood there, enfolded in the relative peace of the moment which had been missing ever since the dreadful incident happened.

 

“Let's get you home,” Wolfram told Yuuri. His only answer was a tightening of the arms around him.

 

 

 

Back in the castle, Wolfram personally saw that Yuuri received a hot bath and fresh change of clothes. His royal bed chamber was heated by a lively fire that warmed the flagstones which had gone cold due to the rain.

 

Yuuri sat silently on his bed as Wolfram ushered all the people out of his room. Many had come to check on Yuuri but he was simply content to stay silent and motionless. The previous chatty Maou seemed to have fallen into a serious bout of depression, something that would have been a great scandal if the matter were not so grave.

 

Firmly locking the world outside the great teak doors, Wolfram approached the statue which was his Maou.

 

The tension which proliferate the room was tense and choking though Wolfram could have sworn that he was the only who felt it.

 

Yuuri did not as much as twitch as Wolfram took off his sword to sit beside Yuuri. In fact, Yuuri showed no sign of even noticing Wolfram.

 

Undeterred by Yuuri's lack of response, Wolfram wrapped his arms once more around Yuuri. Leaning on the mountain of pillows, Wolfram shifted their position so that Yuuri would be lying with his cheek on Wolfram's chest.

 

It was only then that Yuuri closed his eyes. His body became less stiff as it molded itself on Wolfram's lean frame. His breathing grew louder as he took deep breaths of Wolfram's scent. He smells of pine and spices, Yuuri thought. So fragrant yet not overpowering.

 

“Yuuri,” Wolfram asks softly, “you need to stop hiding.” His usual sing song voice was husky, like he was choking on more than just his tears.

 

For reasons unknown to him, Yuuri felt a sudden anger.

 

“I thought I ordered you to leave this matter as it is,” Yuuri yelled, wrenching himself from the embrace.

 

“But Yuuri,” Wolfram pleaded.

 

“Get out,” Yuuri said coldly as he pushed the blonde prince off his bed, away from his side.

 

“Yuuri!”

 

“I said out!” Yuuri ordered. “I am sick of this. I try to be nice yet all of it blows in my face. Just because I let you have your way, you decide that you now have the ability to control me is it?”

 

“No, Yuuri…”

 

“You will leave me, von Beinfield. I no longer want your company.”

 

This statement startled Wolfram into a state of shock. Yuuri never called him by his title, not once.

 

“Have you done deaf?” Yuuri inquired staring at Wolfram with a cool reptilian stare. “I asked, no, ordered you to leave!”

 

“You have never called me von Beinfield,” Wolfram muttered.

 

“I will start doing so now. You need to be reminded of your position. You are one of the ten aristocrats; you don't have the luxury of gallivanting all day and annoying me with your endless jealous bouts.”

 

Wolfram stared, horrified at the monster that had appeared before him in Yuuri's skin.

 

“If you have a shred of reason in you, you will leave this room. I have no tolerance for such childish behavior anymore.”

 

Wolfram gradually crawled out of the room because he did not trust his legs to carry him that far. It was then that he curled up into a ball in Conrad's waiting arms and let his heart weep.

 

 

Conrad, Gwendal and the others had been force to wait outside of the royal bedroom since Yuuri was getting increasing unstable.

 

It was to their horror when Wolfram crawled out into Conrad's arms, completely crestfallen and soundless.

 

“Wolfram,” Conrad asked gently, “What happened?”

 

Wolfram did not answer but curled up tighter into a ball. The others looked at each other, stumped at the next appropriate step.

 

“Erm, excuse me,” a quiet voice from the hallway questioned. “Is this heika's room?”

 

All the heads turned simultaneously to look at a young serving maid who was wringing her hands nervously.

 

“It is but what is your business here?” Gwendal recovered and assumed his usual regal air.

 

“I have a message from my mistress. She sent me here to deliver it.”

 

“Well you may pass it to me and I will give it to heika for you.”

 

“I'm sorry I can't do that. It is a verbal message which I must tell heika personally.”

 

“Well if that is the case, you may try yourself but you are to leave if you are unsuccessful.” Gwendal conceded since he could hardly see the little lass succeeding.

 

“Thank you,” she whispered as she positioned herself at the door. “Heika,” she called. “I have a message for you.”

 

“You can say your piece standing out there,” came the unfeeling reply.

 

“But if I say it out here, my mistress will flay me alive.”

 

“That is not any of my concern.” Yuuri replied shortly.

 

“Heika, my mistress is adamant that I speak to you directly.”

 

“You are not even fit to clean my feet, what makes you think that I will listen to you,” Yuuri opened the chamber door, his heart set on swatting away all the annoying flies outside his bedroom door.

 

To his shock, the girl fell down on her knees to kiss his feet.

 

“I am bound by servitude to my mistress, all whom she associates is my master. As her servant, I serve all whom she wishes to speak to. Therefore I am too your servant and at your command.”

 

“If you really are my servant, you will leave this instance. The sight of you repulses me.”

 

“After I have delivered this message, I will do as you wish.”

 

“You insolent fool,” Yuuri cried as he pulled her up using her hair. “How dare you disobey me.”

 

“You never listen, heika, no good deed goes unpunished,” the girl said. “How does it feel to finally feel the true meaning of these words.”

 

“You,” Yuuri huffed as he rammed her against the door to strangle her.

 

“How does it feel to be drenched in blood? To cry it, dream of it and see nothing else but it? You crave for it, don't you? Heika? You know what I am talking about.” The girl choked out as Gwendal and Gunter wrestled Yuuri off.

 

“Sacrifices will always be made.” The girl stated and Yozak tried to pull her away from Yuuri. “Welcome, welcome to the new world order. Where war is peace, freedom is slavery and all that you know are lies.”

 

“Silence,” Yuuri screamed at her as he fought the iron-clad grip on his shoulders. “I hate you. I hate every breathing inch of you.”

 

“Then I will die as you command,” the girl said suddenly void of all the spiteful comments she had sprouted. “The message entrusted to me has been delivered. Hail, hail, hail. He who shall be king hereafter.” She bowed her head in submission as she was dragged off.

 

I am sorry for all that I have said to you, Anson thought as she exited the body she had salvaged from the graveyard near Covenant Castle. This will be my last time telling you anything. Though I regret the terms that we have parted by, remember and think about what I said. This trial you will go through is horrible beyond description but it will make you the best king that this world has ever seen. For no one will not obey a king who has been through as much as you will. The bloody moon nears, thankfully your tribulation will soon draw to a painful close. Please Yuuri, for once learn about the need to bend when the force gets too strong.

 

With that, the young maiden collapsed in Yozak's arms, instantly dead.

 

Meanwhile Yuuri was still fighting the grips of both Gwendal and Gunter who were jointly trying to keep him from going after the girl.

 

“Enough, Yuuri,” commanded Gwendal, the pressure making him address the king by his given name.

 

“It is not enough!” Yuuri exclaimed, making a last ditch effort to escape.

 

“What is wrong with you? Where is all your self-control, your sensitivity and compassion? Where is the heika that I know and serve?” pleaded Gunter.

 

“He got tired. Of all the endless acting and caring and thinking of others which made him more tired that he already was. You want to know where he is? He is here. Inside this body, mind and soul without the shackles he used to have.”

 

“Acting?” Gwendal cried. “He never acted for any day in this life. He did what he wanted to and couldn't keep a secret even if his life depended on it.”

 

“You know nothing,” Yuuri stated, his voice firm and unwavering.

 

Gwendal and Gunter were so shocked by the statement that their grips loosen. Yuuri slithered out of their grip and marched back into his room, slamming the huge door and slamming them out of his sight.

 

“Nothing?” Wolfram thought aloud as he heard the bang beside him. Thinking of the incident he saw Yuuri crestfallen, his world suddenly became clearer. He finally realized what was happening. Yuuri was finally losing his self control and revealing every little gritty that went through his mind.

 

 

Inside the room, Yuuri slumped against the door, horrified at his actions. Oh God, what have I done?