Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Rage, Love, and an Honest Proposal ❯ chapter 7 ( Chapter 7 )

Chapter 7

Yuuri froze with the thought of what may be happening, had happened to Wolfram on his mind. It was horrible to him to picture anything other than joy on his fiancé's face…and now there was this. He froze, heart stopping for a simple moment as if to take a breath and absorb its happenings. The good news was Wolfram hadn't been kidnapped, tortured, or raped….The bad news was that his fiancé was nowhere to be found and could possibly be dead.

“You are sure this is what Conrad had reported, no other information to be needed, nor any outside knowledge of the captain?” Gwendal asked stiffly, standing from his desk in a blur. Yuuri had interrupted his conference, and actions would be taken later to scold the king, but now his brother, and possibly the future queen to the throne, was missing.

Alas, the messenger shook his head solemnly and handed him the scribbled on dirty and worn paper. Tear drops still stained the parchment and left Gwendal stunned. Conrad's writing and Conrad's tears. Hope was not on their side this Saturday…and of all days it had to be Wolfram's birthday. He crushed the paper in his hands and it seemed to break as easily as one of their enemies' bones. Those fine set wrinkles in his brow became even deeper yet and Yuuri shook with even more fear and worry seeing that come across his lover's brother's face, and he also had a strange urge to cry.

“We will set up a funeral procession for Wolfram Kyo three days from now, after the ceremony tonight and a small parade as a reward to the fallen men.” Gwendal nearly growled out as he slammed his paper onto his desk. He was furious, and he wanted to rip the men asunder whom had killed his baby brother, the one's who had most likely relished in his blood on their hands…the blood of demons and royalty. Gwendal was at least happy to think that he died with his dignity intact.

Yuuri, however, was slow to this. He didn't understand, and by far than anything else he was furious. Red rose in his cheeks to dangerously crimson to become a blush, and he felt his teeth grind together. “What is this about a funeral!?Wolfram isn't dead…you haven't found a body so he isn't dead!” He demanded, stepping forward and using his own power as Maou to dismiss the messenger. “That letter was only that he hadn't been found, that he was nowhere, in either the dead bodies or the captives….Gwendal!”

The green-clad prince of wrinkles, frowned. “Your majesty…this is a matter of state at the moment and all honors to the soldiers must be upheld. You are not allowed to act in this matter as it would be disrupting the order of family and or the kingdom…you must act without emotion on this matter.” Gwendal was harsh in his words, actually getting a yell out of Yuuri about his beloved.

“HE is your BROTHER! Gwendal…how can you so easily resign him to death? And to tell me to just so carelessly act like it didn't happen and smile to make everyone all better is FOOLISH!.” He almost turned to his other self then and there, voice deepening, pupil dilating and fists clenched threateningly. Still, as soon as Yuuri felt the change, he stopped it. This was his battle and his fiancé so he couldn't leave it to his demon self.

“Yuuri, it is none of your business who or what I do with my brother…in a soldiers line of business a missing man normally means he is dead, captured, or nearly dead…it never spells good for a soldier nor their family, so do like us all and face up to that single fact.” He commanded, and politely, or as politely as his current disposition and sadness would allow, asked the king to leave his study.

Yuuri did as he was asked, not before adding. “You deal with this the soldier way…and I will deal with this the Shibuya Yuuri way!” And thus the half Maou, half Yuuri boy walked out of the study, more or less stormed, slamming the doors behind him to retreat to the room. Honestly at this time Yuuri didn't know what to do or to say, he was worried, lonely, and broken…He didn't want to cry, he didn't… He wanted to be strong for everyone that he knew wouldn't be able to be strong. Still the thought of a boy he had just kissed goodnight the night before, he had just held him in his arms only a few hours ago, not ever being in that bed again or in that god forsaken night gown made him queasy.

Thoughts of intercourse were gone, thoughts of Wolfram in any sort of sexual situation was gone…all he could see was that face he saw his first time here at covenant castle, and the first time he locked lips with Wolfram….even his hair illuminated by the light of the bear bees and that smile he held then. “No…he isn't dead….” He had to be right…Wolfram couldn't be dead, he was the fiancé of the king, he was brave and bratty and spoiled, strong and beautiful…Things like that just didn't happen to that kind of people! He straightened himself up, and wiped away the tears he had shed.

Wolfram had become his whole world in a matter of days, he was his whole heart, and he wouldn't give up on him being alive, he wouldn't lose hope until he was told that his lover's heart, leg, torso or something had been found! Or if he found it himself! He took a deepening breath, scanning the room for anything he used to help him along in this time of great sorrow. He found a sword, first aid kit, some medicines for pain, and of course the usual naughty bits of things that Murata loved stashing in his room so Wolfram could find them and nearly tear him to shreds. It made him chuckle a bit behind his sadness, then he shoved them aside like old newspaper peelings.

After about thirty minutes of triumphant collecting on the king's part, he threw what was travel sized into his bag, making what make be the most foolish, most heartfelt, and most deciding decisions of all his life as king…He himself was going to look for his bride.

He wasn't going to hide behind Gwendal or Conrad or Yosak…nor his love this time…He WAS going to get him back, and even if he was dead, he would never stop searching until the body was found so he and Wolfram's mother could bury HIM, and not an empty coffin as much as he wanted it to be a happy Wolfram he got back.

The king managed to leave his room after his thoughts and items were gathered into a neat little stack all his needed to be sorted things. It was sad, but he really didn't have time to fully sort what was happening, so he would have to save it for a later date. Hopefully, when he returned he would have a family to do so with. He checked his pocket, feeling the marriage certificate still resting, folded for Wolfram's eyes. His decision, his life, his love and his future…being a King didn't change any of that, he was going to look for Wolfram himself!

Yuuri quickly made his way down the hall, out in the open, not sneaking, but easily under the cover of him supposedly going out for a picnic under a tree. When a guard stopped to ask questions, he simply said it was because it was his way of dealing with the death of Wolfram….his way of remembering their time together. Once at the castle gates, holding one of his fiancé's swords in hand, he reached for the bars of the large exit. He was ready; there was no better time than now.

“Argghhhh oooooh ahhhh Nnnnn!” Yuuri's eyes grew wide…he had to have been caught…he knew it there was no escaping it. Jerking around ready to order whoever it was…with serious problems and wrong timing…that he was leaving no matter what. Strangely enough, when he did so he could only look down…a hopping Morgif giving him on of the best Wolfram glares ever. Yuuri just stood there for a moment as the sword hopped past him, clinking on the stoned walkway as he skipped towards to the outside world.

Yuuri didn't know what to say, he had a few questions though, for starters. Where had Morgif thought he was going? How did he even escape from the dungeon? Yuuri was spaced out until Morgif turned around. “Urgghhh!” He snapped, as if telling Yuuri to hurry up, that they didn't really have all day to play around. Yuuri blinked at him, dumbfounded as usual. Was he being scolded by his…..sword?!

“And where exactly do you think you are going, huh?” Yuuri asked him, picking him off the ground but nearly getting bitten in the process. Morgif made another moaning and groaning procession, right in Yuuri's grasp, wriggling about, passing threats as it seems. “What makes you think I will take you with me? You might just cause trouble, and I will never get anything done!” He argued with the spoilt sword, nearly ready to smack the blade across the gate as payback for the insulting name he was called. Still there was something there, something behind Morgif other than his usual self.

“Uh uh….ooooooooo….AHHH!” Morgif spoke, looking ready to jump Yuuri if he had legs and arms.

“What do you mean he-!” Yuuri stopped and eyed Morgif in sympathy and gratitude, while the sword only looked like a spoiled child would when turning their face away angrily. “Thank you, Morgif; he is important to me too.” After that, Yuuri decided it best to simply allow the sword to come, placing his lover's sword down by the gate, and slipping through the gates so he could to begin his journey. He, however, couldn't stop thinking about what the sword had said….

“Having Wolfram gone makes you sad…I am here to make sure you are never sad or hurt….but Wolfram isn't just important to you, he is to me too!”

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Meanwhile……

“Come on, Lucius give it back…It is my dolly! Give it back!” The little girl cried, her doll in the grasp of her dear cousin Lucius for the third time today. Blond haired and vibrant little Nessa was in fury with the boy every since he had joined the band of boys in town. The doll was taken from her now, and all Lucius did was laugh in joy for his great accomplishment, running to the nearby stream.

The young human girl cried and pulled a fit as she chased her cousin, the adults too worried for their own business to worry with a little girl's play toy. All around the tiny village they worked on what seemed to be rebuilding the town center, unfocused on the outside world. Demons and humans alike walked amongst the crowds, unaffected by anyone, simply getting a wave and a hearty pat on the back. The little Nessa was one of the most favored children in the village, half human and half demon….she was their little mascot, for her mother and father helped build this town a long, long time ago. Nevertheless, this was one place that normally was different than any other.

The blonde haired girl squealed and balled, begging the little human boy to give her back her toy, almost tumbling over a wiry root while she made her way into the slight gathering of trees. Her frail hands smacked away the limbs while she fought to get to the river. She knew that was where the delinquent boy was going. He always did when running with her favored things. Even if her legs weren't quite developed to their full strength, she wasn't going to let him win; not now not ever….her deep coal eyes were competitive as she reached the end of the trees and to the clearing for the river.

Little delicate lips dropped open, eyeing something she had never fully seen before…or maybe she just didn't want to admit it. Lucius had dropped her toy, and now they were both staring at the thing, man, boy before them.

“A-a DEMON!” Lucius shouted, and Nessa could only speak to the man with few words.

“Mommy?”