Summary:
Wolfram can only watch as the fireflies fill the New Makoku sky and as Yuuri loves another. Read and review. Shounen Ai. Yuuram…?
Author's Notes:
Majority wanted a sequel or rather, a continuation of "Faceless," and so here it is. Though it could be sort of a stand alone story.
Pairings:
Yuuri x OC, Mild OC x Wolfram, Yuuri x Wolfram, Conrad-Wolfram-Gwendal moments
Warning/s:
- Excerpts from "Faceless"
- If you don't get it, please kindly read "Faceless."
- Possible out of character tendencies.
- Ratings… might just go up.
- -.-.-Page Break-.-.-
Disclaimer:
You'd think they'd be together by now.
Luminescent Fireflies
"Do not dare to act innocent, Yuuri Shibuya. I know about your little escapades with that trait—… that woman." The blond snarled just when the king gasped. "You could have done it freely, you know. If you just told—I would never stop you from renouncing our engagement."
"Wolf—"
"—Frankly, I am getting tired of this charade. I am tired of chasing after you and I am pretty sure that you are sick of me accusing you. We both deserve better than this, Yuuri. Both of us. However I will not pretend that this is not a heavy blow for me, but I think this is for the best."
Yuuri's eyes widened, Wolfram could easily tell the same way he guessed that the double black whipped his head to meet nothing but his ex-fiancé's back still turned. "Are you sure?"
"Yes. She is a nice woman, and Greta gets along with her." The mazoku shut his eyes, engulfing his vision in darkness. "She loves you and you love her back, your eyes show it." He shrugged. "Do not worry about me, Yuuri. I… will find someone one day." But I will never find anyone like you.
"I… I don't know what to say." The monarch audibly whispered as his eyes still stared at Wolframs back. "T—thank you."
"I deserve no gratitude. I am not doing this for you. Your Majesty." I lied, at least notice that.
-.-.-
His emerald green eyes, dull (dead), idly watched from the balcony. His arms, folded as they rested on the ledge—his golden locks, blowing back along with the wind. He was tired, he was paler than usual—he was hurt. And yet, Wolfram could not find it in himself to tear away from the scene below.
"May I have it? Please?!"
Greta's laughter and lively shouts filled the palace open air—she was happy, and it was obvious when she chased after their guest-turned-resident, who seemed to have been holding onto something the little girl wanted.
"Just give it to her," A familiar boyish voice hollered, entering the scene. It was the king—smiling brighter than he ever did as he witnessed his new fiancé playing with his adoptive daughter. "You know she'll do just about anything to get what she wants."
"Well, is it my fault you've raised a spoiled little girl?" The woman of red hair teased with an equally bright smile.
"I'm not spoiled!" The youngest of the group pouted towards the lady, who had merely shot back a taunting, albeit kind gaze.
"Do you expect me to believe you, Princess?" The aforementioned lady grinned while Yuuri allowed a blissful chuckle emit from his nineteen year old lips.
Wolfram sighed from where he had been standing, they—the three below, were the perfect portrait of a joyous family. A family that he, admittedly, will never belong to. And he will never force himself to belong to. For it will only add more to the emotional torment he had been going through since the day he had let go of the monarch.
"Are you alright?"
The blond prince blinked, looking back towards the newly entered company. "Lord Weller." He nodded a solemn greeting.
Conrad nodded back, a smile lacking as he observed his brother's lithe features—"You don't look good." The older man commented, eyeing the blond's fatigued figure from head to toe once more. "Are you alright?"
"…yes." The younger simply shrugged.
"You're pale."
"I'm always pale." Wolfram snapped back, though it had no sharpness in the tone, while he decided to rest his head on his arms. "Therefore I am fine."
"Are you sure you're alright?" The brunet asked again with a more concerned edge to his husky voice.
"As I have said before, I am."
"That was not what I meant…" Conrad frowned—frowned. "Wolfram."
The blond sighed for the second time, not looking up—or anywhere in particular. He was weary, and he was dizzy. And truthfully, he could not handle any more of the interrogations thrown at him by his brothers, by his mother or by the whole of New Makoku.
"Yes, I am alright with the idea of Yuuri marrying Lady Katarina." Wolfram muffled onto his sleeve. I have to be.
"Don't lie to me—"
"—Lord Weller, the engagement broke on my own accord." The younger shot up from his position, throwing the glare that, for the longest time, had not been thrown at anyone. "I must be fine with it."
Right then and there, Conrad sighed as he forcefully wore a smile onto his handsome face. "If that is what you say, then I believe you." He doubtfully replied, taking his place beside his baby brother—watching the country's king frolic carelessly along with his new-found 'family.'
"Hmph…" Wolfram grunted whilst he buried his face onto the soft fabrics of his sleeves; for safety, security…
…and momentary peace, until—
"Conrad! Wolfram!" Yuuri's enthusiastic call of the two brothers' names broke the spur-of-the-moment silence that the blond enjoyed for a short span of time.
"Your Majesty." Conrad, being the first to be called, gave a curt nod and happy smile to his king and niece as he cast a glance towards the tired golden boy beside him, who—in his turn, merely looked down to the king and Greta with a small smile, (ignoring the human female who stood not far behind the two)—
"Wimp." Said blond smirked.
"I'm sorry," Yuuri had shouted back. "What did you say?! I can't hear you!"
Jade orbs rolled in mock annoyance, turning his back to the king like the arrogant prince he was. And not too soon, the fire wielder had disappeared into the castle—followed by an amused brown haired soldier…
…thus, leaving a very confused double black royalty down below.
-.-.-
"Nothing seems to have changed," Conrad spoke all too suddenly, walking side-by-side his younger brother—in any case that the blond might stumble. "Between the both of you."
"You're wrong." Wolfram answered silently, hiding the imbalance in his weakened steps. "Everything changed." He said grimly as he forcibly went on ahead, leaving his older brother behind—just as they did to the king earlier.
To Be Continued