Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Lovers at Far ❯ Chapter 2
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By: softly sleeping 
Is Wolfram okay? Will he live? What happened to Wolfram anyway?
Anime/Manga: Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.02.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 860 | Visits: 805 | Status: Work In Progress
Is Wolfram okay? Will he live? What happened to Wolfram anyway?
Anime/Manga: Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Action / Romance | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.02.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 860 | Visits: 805 | Status: Work In Progress
A/n: Well, here is the second chapter. I hope you enjoy. Sorry about the cliff hangers, I love doing that.
Yuuri, thank you for commenting you are my first commenter and your name so totally rocks my socks off -gets all fanboyish- ^-^
Satsuke, I hope the story is as good as you say! ^-^
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A bell is not a bell until someone rings it, a song is not a song until someone sings it. Love wasn't put in the heart to stay, for love isn't love 'til you give it away
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Yuuri was beginning to wonder where Wolfram was. No one had told him. He had to admit. It was getting lonely without him. Yuuri had been using Wolfram's disapeearance as an excuse for missing Gunter's lessons. He lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. It'd been a few days and now Yuuri was beginning to want to ravish the blonde with kisses. He'd been picturing the blonde in various naughty poses. He was currently imagining Wolfram pinned below him. His dirty houghts were interrupted with a scream from Greta. Yuuri ran from his room to Greta. He stumbled back when he saw Wolfram, out cold in Conrad's arms. Gissela ran up to him and announced he was still breathing. . .
Yuuri was grief stricken. There his wife-to-be was all beaten and tattered up. He watched the man's pale form. His chest rising and falling. Everyone ran in a wild frenzy to help the mazoku prince, but Yuuri was frozen. He trembled, wanting to throw himself down and scream. His head was spinning, his world was spinning at that. Yuuri gulped and finally gained his composure back. Greta tugged at his shirt. "Papa Yuuri, will Papa Wolfram be okay?" Yuuri tried to answer the question, but could only gape in hope toward the area the blonde had once been. Yuuri turned to Greta giving her hopeful words before running off toward the nursery.
"Is he going to be okay?" Yuuri murmured quietly to Conrad. Conrad sighed, ruffled Yuuri's hair with a sad smile then turned to depart. Yuuri slowly crept into Wolfram's room. "Wolf?" Yuuri was hushed and he saw Gissela move from the left of the room toward his own direction. "Is. . Is Wolfram okay?" Gissela only smiled weakly. She bowed and took her departure. Yuuri made his way to Wolfram's side. The man's breathing was light and serene. Yuuri sat silently beside the other. He strung his hair through Wolfram's hair and Wolfram tossed over so he was facing Yuuri, though the blonde was still out. Yuuri hugged Wolfram tightly, silent tears fell from his dark eyes. "Wolfram, don't leave me." He felt a small hand clutch at his shirt. Yuuri glanced down and stifled laughter. Wolfram was gripping onto him as if he were a doll. It made him ecstatic just to see Wolfram's small movement.
Gunter rushed in, "Your majesty!" Yuuri was hugged with a murderous hug. They both tumbled to the floor, Gunter going about like a crazy fanatic.
"Gunter, please I need a moment with my. . Er, Wolfram. I meant Wolfram." Yuuri protested and Gunter wiped a tear away, accepting the mute plea for once instead of dragging him off to study. Gunter had considered it though. Yuuri sighed once alone again. He gently pushed a lock of Wolfram's hair from his face. He leaned down and claimed Wolfram's lips with his own. Yuuri pulled away. 'What the heck is my problem!? Oh what the heck, I'm gay and we all know it. No! Ugh, I've caused Wolfram so much pain. All because I've decided not to let him get to me. Stubborn little. . Wait, he is getting to me though. I just want to hold him. .' Yuuri's train of thoughts were thrown of by a knocking on the nursery door. "Go away." Yuuri's words were venom. He knew it was Gwendal trying to kick him out of his lover-to-be's room.
The knocking fortunately had stopped. Yuuri buried his face in Wolram's hair and inhaled the nice scent. He bit back tears. All he could do was to hope the prince was going to be alright. Wolfram stirred in his unconciousness. He heard the prince groan and he hugged Wolfram.
Wolfram sat up and shoved Yuuri away, hugging himself. "D-don't touch me! Stay away! Kapu!! Roko!!"
Yuuri frowned. "Wolf! It's me, Yuuri! No one is hurting you!" Yuuri hugged Wolram again and Wolfram panicked.
"Get off you rapist!" Wolfram cried and his small fists hit Yuuri's chest. He was trembling.
"What? Wolf! I would never do that to you. . Wait, were you raped by those men that you went to fight?" This caused Wolfram to cry more. Yuuri had never seen Wolfram cry. He wanted to kiss away those tears, but he knew he would only make things worst. "Wolf, I'm so sorry." Yuuri gently embraced Wolfram again and craddled him as he cried. "Let it all out Wolfram. ."
Yuuri, thank you for commenting you are my first commenter and your name so totally rocks my socks off -gets all fanboyish- ^-^
Satsuke, I hope the story is as good as you say! ^-^
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A bell is not a bell until someone rings it, a song is not a song until someone sings it. Love wasn't put in the heart to stay, for love isn't love 'til you give it away
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Yuuri was beginning to wonder where Wolfram was. No one had told him. He had to admit. It was getting lonely without him. Yuuri had been using Wolfram's disapeearance as an excuse for missing Gunter's lessons. He lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. It'd been a few days and now Yuuri was beginning to want to ravish the blonde with kisses. He'd been picturing the blonde in various naughty poses. He was currently imagining Wolfram pinned below him. His dirty houghts were interrupted with a scream from Greta. Yuuri ran from his room to Greta. He stumbled back when he saw Wolfram, out cold in Conrad's arms. Gissela ran up to him and announced he was still breathing. . .
Yuuri was grief stricken. There his wife-to-be was all beaten and tattered up. He watched the man's pale form. His chest rising and falling. Everyone ran in a wild frenzy to help the mazoku prince, but Yuuri was frozen. He trembled, wanting to throw himself down and scream. His head was spinning, his world was spinning at that. Yuuri gulped and finally gained his composure back. Greta tugged at his shirt. "Papa Yuuri, will Papa Wolfram be okay?" Yuuri tried to answer the question, but could only gape in hope toward the area the blonde had once been. Yuuri turned to Greta giving her hopeful words before running off toward the nursery.
"Is he going to be okay?" Yuuri murmured quietly to Conrad. Conrad sighed, ruffled Yuuri's hair with a sad smile then turned to depart. Yuuri slowly crept into Wolfram's room. "Wolf?" Yuuri was hushed and he saw Gissela move from the left of the room toward his own direction. "Is. . Is Wolfram okay?" Gissela only smiled weakly. She bowed and took her departure. Yuuri made his way to Wolfram's side. The man's breathing was light and serene. Yuuri sat silently beside the other. He strung his hair through Wolfram's hair and Wolfram tossed over so he was facing Yuuri, though the blonde was still out. Yuuri hugged Wolfram tightly, silent tears fell from his dark eyes. "Wolfram, don't leave me." He felt a small hand clutch at his shirt. Yuuri glanced down and stifled laughter. Wolfram was gripping onto him as if he were a doll. It made him ecstatic just to see Wolfram's small movement.
Gunter rushed in, "Your majesty!" Yuuri was hugged with a murderous hug. They both tumbled to the floor, Gunter going about like a crazy fanatic.
"Gunter, please I need a moment with my. . Er, Wolfram. I meant Wolfram." Yuuri protested and Gunter wiped a tear away, accepting the mute plea for once instead of dragging him off to study. Gunter had considered it though. Yuuri sighed once alone again. He gently pushed a lock of Wolfram's hair from his face. He leaned down and claimed Wolfram's lips with his own. Yuuri pulled away. 'What the heck is my problem!? Oh what the heck, I'm gay and we all know it. No! Ugh, I've caused Wolfram so much pain. All because I've decided not to let him get to me. Stubborn little. . Wait, he is getting to me though. I just want to hold him. .' Yuuri's train of thoughts were thrown of by a knocking on the nursery door. "Go away." Yuuri's words were venom. He knew it was Gwendal trying to kick him out of his lover-to-be's room.
The knocking fortunately had stopped. Yuuri buried his face in Wolram's hair and inhaled the nice scent. He bit back tears. All he could do was to hope the prince was going to be alright. Wolfram stirred in his unconciousness. He heard the prince groan and he hugged Wolfram.
Wolfram sat up and shoved Yuuri away, hugging himself. "D-don't touch me! Stay away! Kapu!! Roko!!"
Yuuri frowned. "Wolf! It's me, Yuuri! No one is hurting you!" Yuuri hugged Wolram again and Wolfram panicked.
"Get off you rapist!" Wolfram cried and his small fists hit Yuuri's chest. He was trembling.
"What? Wolf! I would never do that to you. . Wait, were you raped by those men that you went to fight?" This caused Wolfram to cry more. Yuuri had never seen Wolfram cry. He wanted to kiss away those tears, but he knew he would only make things worst. "Wolf, I'm so sorry." Yuuri gently embraced Wolfram again and craddled him as he cried. "Let it all out Wolfram. ."