Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Rage, Love, and an Honest Proposal ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

A/N: The usual ratings and such apply. Sorry guys i wasn't able to put a gwen and gunter in this one. However i do owe a big thankyou to Orial. Wow you really beta fast! Thanks everyone for reviewing this story in the past it means alot. If you don't mind after you read this chapter please take the time to review. Seeing the few people that even after it has been idle for a while still post even find my email to contact me about this and see if i would continue it gets me really pumped. So give me your support and comments i would love it. Plus let me know what you think...Still keep the gwen and gunter in there? Any new pairing you want me to add? let me know! Ja~

The nights were lonely for the King and quite painful, but he managed
to find a way around the pain for him. Yes, he knew that given a bit
more time he would find his prince, he would find Wolfram and everything
would be ok. Or so he prayed night and day for the return of the blond.
Everything was slowly falling out of balance to him it seemed. Yuuri’s
stomach growled for the third time within 5 minutes, sounding as though
it were a lion clawing at his insides for that one taste of fresh meat
and solid substance.

He gave one more toss and a second turn on the dingy inn pallet. It was
old and dusty, almost having the softness of granite and polished
marble, yet the worth of a used muddy washcloth. The King was finally
running low on money having searched for the Prince for well over 2 weeks
now, not knowing that Conrad and Gwendal were hot on his trail. Yuuri
found himself holding away in a backwater town without trace of his fiancé
for quite some time. He suspected finding a blonde amongst a village
full of redheads wouldn’t be hard, but the town begged to differ…not a
soul had heard of that beauty, dawning curly locks of radiant gold.

The King raised his hand to the dim candle lit chandelier. Around his
finger rested a ring that beset an aqua marine stone trimmed with silver
and emeralds. The ring very much so matched the slightly smaller band
that now dangled from his finger tips reflecting off the weak light.
Those elegant pieces of jewelry were the only pieces he had left to his
wealth now, and he held strong to them. That ring dangling from his royal
finger tips was the very band he was planning to use when he found his
beloved again. No more would Yuuri allow Wolfram to believe he was a
mistake; no more would he let the maids bid on the fact he would end up
with Gwendal, Günter, or Conrad, and no more would he be that wimp
everyone spoke of.

He had a new resolve and that was to become the King he had to be, he
wanted to stop worrying about everything and bothering with the illusion
of having a woman and being ‘normal’ by his world’s standards. Yuuri
loved Wolfram, no matter what their problems had been in the past, he
loved Wolfram with all his heart and he knew that there was no way the
blonde could be dead. Wolfram was far too stubborn to die and Yuuri
couldn’t be that King without his Queen.

For the first time in weeks he let his mouth form a small smile just
thinking about it. Wolfram scolding him and chiding him as he always had.
He knew he would get angry at the criticism but with those few words
they always made Yuuri want to try harder. He sat up in the angled bed,
casted his gaze to the fresh tub of warm water and decided to finally
have that bath. He certainly didn’t want to stink when he met up with his
fiancé again, because he still had to lay on him a massive passionate
kiss. As long as it didn’t hurt him he was going to embrace him and love
him in their reunion.

The King was solemn and glum, so much different than his usual
character in his current state. His appearance was that of a withered old man,
hunching in his arthritic condition and his face screwed into a look of
pain, for he could not stand to hear the birds sing. That was just it,
the worry had given him more wrinkles than Gwendal had gotten in all
his years, and his sorrow nearly left him broken. Normally the boy would
be thinking in high spirits, bouncing about with a joyous smile on his
face and exclaiming it would all be ok and no time would pass before
Wolfram returned to him.

As more and more time passed and Yuuri now felt the pain of Wolfram’s
disappearance and the solidarity of not having the boy at his side.
Wolfram had over night become his shelter and strength…the one thing that
kept him going all along. Still the bath looked rather needful and his
skin was layered in the mud and dust and wrinkling of his weariness and
travels. It wouldn’t be a waste to clean himself and get prepared for
his journey to start again the next day.

~*~

“RAIN!” called a sandy haired youg boy with a brilliant smile on his
face. With the call of his now given name the boy once known as Wolfram
turned those radiant golden locks toward the direction of the voice. The
leaves of the forrest brushed around him, tapping elegantly together
and making the illusion of the sea and waves of green above his clouded
head. The prince was still left in the dark as to who and what he was.
He had been named Rain and so to him that was now who he was.

One thing that left the normally gentle but quick tempered blond
enamored had to be how everyone treated him like porceline. Everyone danced
around so many questions such as, ‘If we are in a kingdom who is King?’
and most importantly ‘If that is a military uniform then to which army
did I belong?’ ‘Rain’ could easily tell they were hiding things from
him but he simply took it as they were all feeling some sort of hidden
pain. The blonde couldn’t bare to bring those that had guarded him so
much pain. Most of all the angel didn’t want to see the brilliant smile of
the onyx eyed girl Nessa to fall in the slightest.

Over the course of two weeks that smile he now gave to the young one
was well chiseled into his features. The mysterious boy of beauty had
learned to smile and show his kindness to all…or at least when he dealt
with children. His most cherished company however had become Nessa
herself, they shared a bed, lunch and the many crafts they were to make in
the course of the day. He didn’t really understand what it was about the
blonde haired girl that drew him so but he did know that she was like a
drop of purified honey. Sweet, tender, and perfectly innocent just the
thought of her made his brain gear up to try and remember something he
seemed to have so long ago forgotten.

“What is it Derrick?” Rain asked sitting up from the stream side of his
finding. “Are you alright? Is something wrong?” A sudden burst of
energy filled his body and Wolfram shot up from the ground seemingly ready
for something, awaiting his order to attack. Attack? Was that his past
self talking? Was he a murderer? He let the thought pass and
straightened himself out before he could see fear seep into the young one’s eyes.
“Sorry Derrick…tell me what it is.” He gave a soft smile rustling the
boys hair.

“It is Nessa…she has got her self locked in the basement again….and she
has been playing with Mimi’s chemicals again.” He let a pink lip jut
out to get Rain’s attention one good time. It always seemed to work with
him, he would make his eyes as big as possible and before he knew it
Rain was falling to his pout.

The once prince placed a hand to his hip and sighed. “Alright
alright…how many times do I have to tell you children not to play down there
anyhow? Science is a dangerous and deadly thing.” He could already feel
the sting of Mimi’s voice as she yelled at the small girl and then at
Wolfram for not chiding Nessa good enough. The blonde hoisted up the blue
eyed boy to his hip and started walking. “You are lucky I am good
enough to carry you Derrick…you shouldn’t even be walking after that
alligator bite to your ankle.” With less than no struggle at all the proud man
made sure to brace the little one with his arms and carry him into the
red, orange, and purple tinted village as the sun fell behind the
clouds.

Wolfram hadn’t quite expected the village to be so empty on this day of
all days. With the small life in his arms he shrugged and walked on.
The town was beautiful, filled with the light of the setting sun and the
make-up straight from a storybook. The architecture was that of a
thriving Dutch or German village of old, with roads, or more or less a road,
made of flattened soil and lands flourishing with green.

Every time Wolfram, or Rain as he is called now, was faced with this
sight he fell madly in love all over again. Rain knew he could spend the
rest of the whole of his life here with Nessa and the others and maybe
even one day get married if every guy and girl he got close to would
stop treating him as though getting involved with him was a problem.

Rain found that he was one for romance and seeing everyone in town
having that small little bit of heaven made him jealous to no end. He
straightened his posture and stepped to the third house on the right next to
the hardware store, Nessa’s small cottage home in the small village he
now called home. The door he reached to turn the brass knob to, was
freshly carved cherry, made especially for them not long after Rain’s
arrival and his help in the frequent storms that plagued the village. The
finely polished brass turned as easily as a knife through butter and the
pushing open of the door was almost as easy.

“SURPRISE!” shouted an onslaught of people as he made his grand
entrance into the home. The intire village seemed to be present for what he
did not know. What Rain did gather was just how swiftly Nessa lept into
his arms after he had placed the other child to the ground.

“Happy Birthday Rain!” she exclaimed giving his cheek a small kiss and
adorning his head with a crown of flowers, the flame flower. “We
didn’t know how old you were but sis was able to gather when your birthday
was so we all pitched in!” she boasted, bouncing in his arms. This was
the sort of excitement from the little girl that the blonde had grown
accustom to, so it was no big shock. The banner that read his name and
the feast atop the table however was. The angel had never before in his
life seen something so very beautiful and breath seizing than that. The
very people who were becoming his family gave him that final push and
he let loose the most brilliant smile.

“Thank you all so much, this must have been quite the task.” He smiled
to all of them, giving a small hug to all and a tight one to Nessa’s
‘Mimi’. The caramel eyes lit up in that embrace and her chocolate hair
brushed against his with joy as she hugged back.

“You are welcome…….Rain,” she breathed giving him that look she always
had but talked as she hadn’t always done to him. Mimi was all about
giving looks and silent threats, she never talked much to Rain, avoided
him actually. By this time in his stay she had actually stopped caring
that Nessa hung around the green eyed stranger a lot, and to our blonde
hero….that meant she was now seeing him as family.

“Ah such a beautiful sight, don’t you think,” an old woman asked to her
husband. The man nodded actually breaking a smile at the quickly
started festivities. The woman showed a beauty not many in her aged years
could. She showed an elegance and refinement not found in many now-a-days
and she also showed knowledge. The senior had streaks of turquoise
color still remaining in her grayed hair and still the same tint in her
eyes beyond the wisdom of her years. Beside her rested a man with his grey
hair tiedback in a ponytail, and those beautiful blue eyes hidden
behind a veil of understanding.

“Yes, Rain sure has grown from that day when he gained his name. He
truly is what he wanted to become now.” The man watched almost in envy of
the beauties age and energy, not to mention the possibility of a pure
heart. His hand reached over to clutch his wife’s as they both received
a wave from their entertainer. “Do you remember the day they all gave
him that name he bears now, my love?” He smiled over at the woman who
would soon nod and begin her back track of the tale of their angel that
moved as the rain did.

~*~

“Come on you have to know something! He has blonde hair, a blue uniform
and the brightest green eyes ever seen on a human or demon!” The young
man with black hair and black eyes, cold and empty now interrogated yet
another man in the diner, now over 100 miles or more from the castle
and quite a bit farther from any news of his lover it seemed. Yuuri had
been interrogating endlessly for what seemed like years in this cold
empty town. Nothing was left of the town but mines and empty landscape.
The king had been nearly positive that Wolfram would be found here.

Yet again the boy was at a dead end, and even Morgif was near weeping
wet tears as it was. Still Yuuri stood his ground and trudged on, he had
to find something, if nothing else maybe an oracle or another near by
town….one that actually had an inn with vacancies. He walked for about
half an hour through the barren western like town with tumble weed and
played with Morgif most of the way.

The sword was quite the guy to go to for cheering up when you learned
to understand the grunts, groans, and moans of the freaky pasty white
sword. Yuuri just hoped that understanding didn’t get in the way in the
future when grunts groans and moans meant something totally different
than Morgif tongue. That thought gave the double black quite the giggle
for the moment. As it were, that giggle gave him his next step….an
oracle. He looked around giving a small note that this place was the only
building near the exit to the village and also the only one with a near
twig made roof and crumbling walls.

That aside, Yuuri shrugged and told himself that if he couldn’t bare
something just a bit foreboding he would never find wolfram. A quick
stretch, and a nice yawn later he gave it a knock. The King hadn’t even
gotten near the door with his knuckle however before it swung open to
reveal a woman of beautiful features and the most brilliant eyes ever…eyes
of brilliant sapphire. Without command Yuuri felt he should enter and
done so, not embracing at first the feel of the room against his flesh
or of the foreboding feeling of something crossing his faraway grave.

“Come have a seat, I know why you are here.” The woman bowed low,
revealing acrystal ball which made a brow raise on Yuuri’s forehead. This
woman looked like the classic case of rip-off in his world not some
mysterious oricale.

‘Classic response,’ he thought and smiled. “Yes I am glad…save a lot of
explaining.” He gave a small smile, or more or less a shaky one, hiding
his sword from view of the ‘oracle’.

She only nodded to him, no smile or nothing, just simply a nod from one
to another. “That which you seek young man, or should I say demon, lies
no longer in your present or your past, but your future. It rests
beyond the shambles of a future that must be changed for the good of both
you and someone you love dearly.”

“Huh? I don’t quite understand, could you be a bit more clear, I may be
seemingly smart but I am a bit slow at riddles…” he gave a nervous
laugh. ‘Nail her in a lie and I can leave…I just can’t bare to confront her
on it, though…it seems she needs the money.’

“I apologize but that is as clear as I can make it, I make not the
rules or the visions I just deliver them to those worthy. Your treasure
will be found in your future, look there and you shall surely find it.”
She gave a bow in respect, her gypsy bangles dangling before her face,
revealing the shimmer of fangs. He didn’t know how he knew but right
away. Yuuri knew her name to be Lady Caterina. “Leave no money…”

Yuuri quickly stood from his seat, yet made no sound to startle her.
“No no, you have given some sort of service even if I am no believer….”
He took coins from his pocket to clunk into her jar by the door. He did
feel sorry for her having such a poor dwelling even here in this far
off human place. “Do you mind pointing me to a nearby village….I need a
place to sleep tonight.” The King picked up his bags and watched as the
lady pointed him to a direction from which he already came.

“Ma’am I came from that way…” He raised his brow and she just shook her
head.

“Go that way King….trust in me and in your heart…” She smirked cloaking
her beloved ball and joining sights with the King. Yuuri sighed and
dejectedly nodded.

“Right…” he answered, pushing opening the door.

“By the way king….you may want to dress for that of a storm beyond your
exiting of this town…Mclian Village holds much rain tonight…..” She
hinted and gave little advice to which Yuuri just thanked pushing it aside
while making his exit. Yuuri had made his decision, he would return the
way he came and give it one last double check on the way for villages
and restock for his seemingly rougher journey ahead. He was determinded
to find his fiancé. He wanted to really show him that he loved him and
that he wasn’t just there for the ride persay. He wanted Wolfram to be
his fiancé and he knew he realized it fast…suddenly even but he
realized it only because he had always known it. When he had beheld a sleeping
wolf that he was so afraid was going to die he had determined then that
he had love for him, but he was scared, so scared to admit to loving a
man.

Climbing atop his horse he made his beginning ride to to Mclain village
as it was called. He had never heard of the viallage but maybe, just
maybe it would be a great place to stop in for the night. As his steed
was saddled and his things placed comfortably on the back of the
stallion, he took a deep breath and sped his horse up. The sky was clear as
day…not a drop of rain for miles. “What a quack…It isn’t going to rain.”
He sighed irratantly as he rode, the wind beating through his black
hair.