Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Rage, Love, and an Honest Proposal ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Rage, Love, and an Honest Proposal

Author: lovelovegirl

Disclaimer: This isn't mine what so ever….if it was….the series would have more than 78 episodes

Warnings: violence. you have to wait till the next one for the good stuff

Rating: Mature

 

A/n: Soooo sorry everyone for taking so long to update. Your words kinda helped me thro a few tough times and I finished writing this. Now I just had to type it up. Well I hope you enjoy this little tid-bit because here the Maou is laying the smackdown, and you get to see more of Günter and Gwendal.

 

Chapter 3

To souls that never know

 

A smile stretched across the demon kings face, he was strangely amused. As for the other occupants of covenant castle, they were not so estranged by the spectacle. Lightening struck and thunder rolled causing the stained glass widows to quiver. Rain was pelting the roof with a grand fever, not quite sure of it's self as the Maou was at this moment.

 

He stared the soldier down that could only be known as Seth. Oh yes, the Maou was grinning broadly, but inside he was screaming with rage. All who were willing to brave the raging storm watched on unable to prevent and unsure what was going to transpire. Then the blond soldier Seth tried for the first blow.

 

Eyes narrowing and with little effort, he flung the soldier hard to his left. Oddly, the soldier happened to throw a blast of flame for the unsuspecting king. The Maou was fast, but Seth was crafty, not to mention well trained. Wolfram taught him well, is what Yuuri, the true Yuuri thought deep within his mind. “Wolfram is a good soldier….a brat…but a good soldier” His thoughts were soon interrupted by his alter ego.

 

“Why do you so ruefully defy your king, and attempt to tarnish what is `MINE'!” Was that last word the Maou or him…he couldn't tell. The Maou unsheathed morgif and swung at the spot where Seth was still sprawled. A sound of clashing swords, Seth deflected the attack during the last minuet.

 

“The control you have over something so beautiful makes me sick!” He dodged another attack from the crying sword by rolling to his left. Seth slashed the king across his calf.

 

The Maou winced, his leg now poured red fluid, but he acted as though he did not notice. So when the sword came at him a second time he clubbed the soldier one good time on the shoulder with the dull blade. “You will refer to him with proper respect, to you he is Lord Wolfram!” The Maou looked ghastly and devilish with another strike of lighting, those onyx eyes shining and causing him to appear cat-like.

 

Seth felt his shoulder pop from its socket and grabbed for his sword as it fell regretfully to the ground. To the blond mans horror he failed to grab it in time before the Morgif's blade was at his throat. By this time Gunter and Gwendal were huffing on the scene, but as Gunter tried to fly to his king's side he crashed into an invisible barrier. Apparently, the two gathered, in his rage the king had wanted no interruption.

 

“Why does it bother YOU about what I call Wolfram, you have left his heart broken from neglect and let him suffer from it. You wanted nothing to do with him until it seems that he has caught another's eye! Many want him, why do you have to be the only one HE actually wants!?” Seth began conjuring up a ball of flame unbeknownst to his king. “You are a disgrace to the demon kingdom.” With that the flame sped from his hand to the face of the young demon king.

 

“Argh!” The flame struck him and as he pulled back he found himself thankful for the veil of water in the vicinity of his face, for if not his face would have been far from a little singed. Soon, however, the king noticed that he was yet to be finished with the worrier as the man brought about his strongest magic, having left his sword completely forgotten. This did not bother the demon king in the slightest for his only concerns were the rage within him and beating Seth. The storm, reflecting Yuuri's emotions, did not let up and some within the castle were beginning to fear serious damage to the landscape would be done.

 

As for wolfram, he had long fallen into a drug induced sleep. Having wanted to forget and escape what had happened during the day he borrowed a vial of Annissina's best sleeping potion. In his worries and slumber the prince hadn't even heard the storm when it first struck. In fact the young boy had heard nothing at all until a large bolt of lightening struck nearby and caused his windows to clatter so loud they nearly shattered.

 

Wolfram, feeling very confused at first, noticed the strange hurricane like storm that was entirely too hard to miss for it fell on one of the coldest and driest times of year. He quickly rubbed the grogginess from his eyes and sauntered to the window that gladly swung open at his will, almost smacking the still drowsy blond in the face. Below the room from which he rested Wolfram could make out two fighting forms. “Who in the name of Shino would be fight in the middle of a storm like this?” he asked aloud.

 

Wolfram decided his issues could wait, he drew the conclusion that he really needed to stop those two idiots before they hurt themselves or worse, someone else. The blond prince pictured a very clueless Yuuri parading happily in-between the two burly men fighting. He groaned, maybe Yuuri wouldn't be that bad, but he was sure his fiancé would get in the way. With a firm resolve wolfram pulled his pants, shirt, and stung his arms through his over coat not even bothering to button it up.

 

As he drew closer to the battle ground he could hear magic clashing and impacting with flesh clearer and clearer. Normally he would have thought it a simple spar, but no one he knew in their right mind would spar in such weather “God what idiots” he said aloud taking a deep breath of the moist cold air. He was angry, and anyone could tell clearly had anyone been there. Sadly his anger wasn't directed at them but more at his half baked fiancé. Wolfram had thought about him again… “stay focused long enough to get back to bed' Almost growling he continued onward, then out of no where a maid nearly plowed him down. When the prince had asked her if she were ok she just stared at him in shock. He knew she was heading in the same direction as he was, but why the sudden surprise.

 

“who is fighting in the courtyard?” he asked a question he knew for a fact that she knew.

 

The maid shook with that question. Wolfram could tell from the look on her face that she was deciding whether or not she should tell him. He demanded again that she tell him.

 

“Listen I don't have time. Who is in the courtyard?!” the young woman stared at him with puppy dog eyes.

 

They did not work on the prince so she chose her only option. “H-H-His Majesty and...and…and master s-s-sSeth. She saw as her lord's eyes grew wide filling with so many emotions she, empath, could not even read.

 

“What the HELL!!!!” he screamed out before he could do anything to stop it. The young maid flinched and took off before she became subject to either one of the warring fiancés. “Yuuri, you idiot!” He took off down the hallway no longer worried about the storm or how tired he was. “Why did you accept his challenge wimp, I hope you are ok” he thought to himself as he took rounded a corner. What Wolfram had no way of knowing was that it had played over exactly the opposite.

 

Meanwhile, Yuuri was far too busy tending to his own business, correction, the Maou. The battle waged on with both of the young men neck and neck, equally wounded. Seth knew, however that the king was holding back. To Seth that made him just what wolfram loved to call him, a wimp. Swords continuously clashed up until the moment once again when Seth's and the Maou's swords collided and were lost to unknown locations.

 

“We don't need a weak HUMAN king!” screamed Seth starting his flame in his palm. Sadly Yuuri as the Maou was too quick and had sent him flying to the ground. The Maou frowned.

 

“You presume to think you have the right to call me a wimp, where as there is one alone who can be so brave! You dare to attempt to debouche what is mine, and in that attempt treason to your own kingdom!” There was a deep flame within his eyes that rivaled that of Wolfram's. He was thoroughly pissed, and he would destroy this Seth. Raged to no equal the dark king strapped Seth's thin limps to the ground with the very same dragon he had used against his fiancé all those days ago. He would not let this man try anything else, fear shown brightly in his eyes for the first time. Seth could see the storm as it echoed within the Maou's onyx eyes. Thunder rolled, and the dark young man raised his hand t skite the other.

 

Seth did not want to die, no it wasn't what he wanted at all, but the thirst for death was bright in his opponents narrowed eyes. As each moment stretched on he could se the orb of element forming in the kings grasp. He had thought everyone said the king was a pacifist. Such was falling untrue at that moment, Seth managed a smirk. Yes, he would start a revolution with his death. Such sweet thoughts they were to him, and he could taste the joys of victory along with the bitterness of death. He would win over wolfram even if it was after he passed from here.

 

As for Yuuri in his Maou form, he was stunningly clouded in his actions. He hated seeing what he had, he hated being weak, and he hated that Yuuri could not find the kindness inside his heart to treat wolfram with the same kindness he had everyone else. Lost in his puzzlement he hadn't even realized what he was doing. The ball was now formed, waiting to be flung.

 

“STOP” came a voice Yuri knew far too well, Wolfram stood huffing outside the barrier stunned and confused at what he saw. Yuuri stopped in his acts to look in the direction of the drenched prince. Those bright emerald green eyes were filled with a sense of darkness that all could sense.

 

Gwendal and Gunter stood idly by watching, unable to much of anything. Gunter however was extremely frantic, and Gwendal for once understood his behavior, all could. The prince, however; adopted an angry stare. “What the hell are you doing? What happened to your oath to never hurt anyone?” wolfram having forgotten that his heart screamed `but you are hurt by him, so the word was already broken'

 

“Some matters exceed that of logical thought; he has caused this event to occur and excepted my challenge without fear.” He turned away from the being that caused his heart to turn; the real Yuuri did not understand it. His full attention was now back to the boy bound to the ground. Once again his hand rose to strike. Everyone froze; confused as to if their king would go through with it. The resolve in his eyes proved that he was not joking. Would he go against all he believed in just for the sake of someone his other half claimed to hold no feelings? The answer? Yes, he definitely would.

 

As his hand came down it was once again interrupted, this time a fireball to his hand, this could not have been from his enemy. Angry, the Maou glanced around finding a hole in his barrier to which his fiancé was now standing behind looking very stern. Once again the Maou's eyes widened in surprise. Wolfram had been the very last person he expected to strike him. Within seconds his eyes narrowed once more and leaving his enemy forgotten, he walked toward his blond fiancé.

 

The young blond dared not move, he had after all just attacked the Maou. Moving to ward him the dark boy was staring him down; his gaze was so fierce it seemed he would crumble from the pressure. Within seconds the Maou stood before him in his entire splendor.

 

“OH gods!” cried Gunter. He was so terribly worried about his uselessness in that moment. He was not just worrying for his king, as Gwendal could see, but also for the young blond who had committed his own form of treason. All Gwendal could do at the moment was hold the lavender haired man back with much protest. Gwendal knew that this was something only Yuuri and Wolfram could solve... after all, even if he didn't want admit it, the two would have to do some growing up (like Günter right? Damn nosebleeds)

 

Looking back he saw a flicker of indifference in the Maou's eyes. Suddenly Wolfram's wrist was seized and he was drug from the castle courtyard. The opponent from before was left behind in the rain, forgotten.

 

A/n: Hi everyone. Sorry this took so long. I will have the next chapter up in no time, I had to cut this one in half sorry about that. Well have fun, and review please.