A story that's been in the works for a while now, but I can't decide if I should continue. Review and tell me what you think! It's actually a peace-offering, because I haven't finished typing my other fic yet. Hope you enjoy it, and one more thing; is the title suitable, or what? I can't decide what to call it.
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It was the saddest kiss Yuuri had ever received. He has experienced such pain only once before, though not as strongly as now. When he was 9 and his grand mother had lain dying in a hospital bed. She had smiled at him, before kissing his cheek. It was a kiss to convey sorrow and sadness, but also immense freedom that comes at journey's end. She had died soon after. When Wolfram gave him a similar kiss, all the while smiling a small smile, Yuuri felt tears pooling in his eyes. Wolfram, you're not leaving me, right? Wolf, you swore you'll never leave me alone!
"Finally, I can do something worthy of you, Yuuri"
Wolfram's smile remained even as he charged to attack the assassins who threatened them. Still smiled as he nearly kills them with his fire, even though all the while they were cutting him with hosenki-edged swords. Smiled as the assassins ran away, smiled as he dropped to the ground, blood pouring profusely out of a gaping wound in his abdomen. Smiles as he says "I promised to keep you safe, wimp!" before passing out at the feet of a horrified Yuuri.
Mind blank with shock, Yuuri dropped to his knees besides the unconscious prince with labored breathing. Oh shinou, there's so much blood. Even his hair looks red. Yuuri's mind felt detached from his body. His brain was screaming for him to do something, anything, but he couldn't move. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't call out for help. All he could do was stare as blood pooled around the limp body of his fire-breathing friend.
Wolfram's body went into convulsions, and the frantic, sudden movements snapped Yuuri out of his mind-numbing shock. Heal, his mind screamed as he gently placed his hands over Wolfram's wound, forcing green magic through his fingers into Wolf. Why isn't it working? Why isn't he getting better? Yuuri swallowed back panic, and tried to think logically. Because if I don't, he'll pay with his life… No! Shibuya Yuuri, get a grip! So, I can't carry him back to the camp, it's too far and it might worsen his injuries. Why won't he heal? Think, think. Yuuri searched around madly, hoping for a clue to help him. That's when he saw a small dagger, presumably dropped by one of the assassins in their haste to get away from Wolfram's roaring fire lion. Its edge was gleaming a vicious shade of red. Of course! Human magic from the sword must have seeped into the wound, making it immune to my magical aid.
I need to clean the wound!Remembering Wolfram's odd obsession for always keeping water at hand, Yuuri gently searched the other boy's body for a water skin. Found it! Carefully, he tipped three-quarters of the content into the wound, his heart twisting painfully when Wolfram groaned in pain. Just a bit more, Wolf. My brave friend wouldn't die this easily. He wouldn't leave a wimp like me alone. Hold on, Wolf… Please hold on. Desperation was colouring his mind with pictures of Conrad and Gwendal staring at him disgustedly with the body of their brother in his arms. Enough! Yuuri wiped the wound dry as best he could with Wolfram's neck cloth, before sending a surge of pure healing magic rushing down his arms into Wolf's injury. It began to heal, and blood stopped oozing as the wound slowly began to close. Yuuri was close to laughing hysterically. It's working! It's working! He thought over and over again giddily.
Leaning as best he could against a tree trunk, Yuuri tried to adjust his haphazard grip on Wolfram to make it easier for him to continue healing, and so that Wolfram wouldn't get a nasty crick in the neck when he wakes. If he wakes… Now that the bleeding had stopped and the skin was beginning to heal, Yuuri was relieved because although Wolfram's breathing was shallow, it no longer sounded like he was struggling for air. I'm not moving him until I'm sure he won't get worse on the way. As the magic flowed smoothly into Wolfram, Yuuri remembered the events that have ended with his friend nearly dying.
(Flashback to earlier in the day)
"Wolfram! Try to use your brain. Someone purposely sent this to anger you, and rushing out where it is easiest for them to attack you is stupid." Gwendal was close to growling. He knew it was a trap, but he couldn't help but be impressed with the brilliance of simply sending a rude, insulting letter to his youngest brother to draw Wolfram out of the relative safety of Blood Pledge Castle. Of course, acknowledgement of such intelligent tactical planning didn't stop him from feeling a near overwhelming urge to break something at the coarse and vulgar words used to describe his brother in the letter. He read again the words that Wolfram had screamed out during his read-aloud breakfast session at the dining table. Greta wasn't there, blessedly, but Gunter looked close to fainting, Conrad's usual smile had shriveled in distaste while Yuuri had turned an interesting shade of green. His (Gwendal's) facial expression had not changed, but the gardeners reported a strange, sudden earthquake that viciously tore through the herb garden
To the pathetic fool who pretends to be the consort of the 27th Maou,
This is a letter to voice our disgust that filth such as you would dare call yourself the fiancé of the most honourable King Shibuya Yuuri.
You are nothing but a perverted male intent upon using the king, and we curse your name and that hideous image you call a 'face'. It pains us to think that such a displeasing figure of ugliness and lasciviousness has to be seen by the king daily. He deserves better than to have a dog (a mongrel at that) shadowing his every move like a vicious, jealous housewife, constantly insulting him in a voice akin to the wailing of dying bullfrogs. Your choice of clothing is so horrifying, that even the gentle nature of the king is appalled. Were it not for the fact that your nakedness would scar the king more than you have already, it would have pleased us greatly to burn all the rags you see fit for use…preferably while you are still wearing them.
Your shameful temper is akin to a wild animal with no self control, which hurts us deeply as the king has to live with such a barbaric…person, if such a term can be used to describe you, eh, Wolf? Your lunacy filled rants and raves bring about a bad taste in our mouths, as much due to the fact that it highlights your obvious lack of intelligence and obstinate stupidity, as due to the disgusting sound of your voice. When you croak, it disturbs us to think that the king has to listen to you. And that you would actually physically touch the king… our stomachs are unsettled. That your unclean, hideous, impure fingers should ever even approach the person of the king is a horrifying thought, as we fear the king will be soiled due to the contact.
We wish you to behave in a manner that would lessen the embarrassment you have caused the king. Come in the evening (if you do not know when that is, it is when the sun has started to go down and night approaches) to the forest behind the village of Faden so that we may end your life with dignity and end the trouble you have caused our beloved king. Come, to show that you are not a complete whore, selling your body for power.
If the words confuse your ill-used mind, we are sure you can find a maid or guard to read it to you
Long live the king,
Us
Hope you liked it! Tell me if you want this to continue, but I won't update for quite a while. Major exams and what-not.