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Adult +
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Doubt
Title: Doubt
Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri
Rating: M
Story Contains: Yaoi, Rape, Violence, Language, and most importantly Unrequited Love
Chapter Warnings: Doubt
Summary: After breakfast, Wolfram is confronted by Gwendal, but does it end well?
Chapter Number: #12
Author Note: Another attempt at a sad chapter.
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“Wolfram,” Gwendal called. Breakfast had ended, Greta had gone outside to play, Yuri had gone to work, and Wolfram had intended to go back to bed. He may have slept through the night, but it was far from being a restful sleep.
“What is it, Gwendal?” Wolfram asked, unsure of his brother’s tone. It didn’t sound light, but it wasn’t harsh either.
“What happened this morning?” Wolfram sighed, he should’ve expected someone to come asking. Shouting from the King’s room and he just happened to be there. Yuri would never turn anyone in who had tried to attack him, Gwendal, Wolfram was sure, knew that and expected it.
“I fell asleep,” Wolfram said, turning his back on him. Gwendal was his brother, he should know him better than to suspect him of malice. He would never hurt Yuri on purpose.
“And?” Gwendal pressed. Wolfram sighed.
“And I had a nightmare.” It sounded so childish. Oh dear, I had a nightmare and Yuri was there to wake me up and save me! He wanted to gag, but he knew he couldn’t lie.
“A nightmare,” Gwendal repeated. Wolfram’s shoulders slumped. It sounded even worse when Gwendal said it.
“Or maybe…a memory,” he added. It sounded better that way, but he didn’t like to say it. The memory had changed, it was nightmare, but it was…a nightmare of a nightmare. A memory of a nightmare that altered itself when Yuri tried waking him.
Old wounds ached as well as the wounds Wolfram refused to heal. They weren’t supposed to be real. They weren’t supposed to continue hurting.
“Why are you doing this to yourself, Wolfram?” Gwendal asked, allowing the sympathy he felt to outline his words. It was hard to be cold to someone who was aching, it was even harder when the one suffering was your own flesh and blood.
“Doing what, exactly?” Wolfram said harshly, chasing out the phantoms with anger.
“Clinging to Yuri when he has no feelings for you?” Wolfram opened his mouth to protest, pain shooting through his eyes that Gwendal could hardly stand to look at, but his older brother didn’t give him the chance to speak. “At least not the feelings you seem to think he does.”
“He proposed to me!” Wolfram cried defiantly. He couldn’t be rejected twice. His pride wouldn’t allow it. His heart couldn’t handle it. Yuri proposed, and when Wolfram asked him if he’d taken it back a second time he’d said no. Yuri wanted him. Gwendal was wrong. This time, Gwendal was wrong.
“He was trying to wake you up from your nightmare, Wolfram! Don’t you think the Demon King would choose a better setting to propose in if that was on his mind?” Wolfram cringed.
“A setting?” He hissed.
“Why would he intentionally slap your left cheek if you weren’t even fully awake to notice?” Wolfram flinched. It didn’t make sense. You didn’t propose to people who were sleeping, and definitely not those you knew were rousing from a nightmare. Even if, in that nightmare, the sleeper was crying out the rouser’s name.
“But he accepted it,” Wolfram grunted. “I asked him and he said that he meant it!” He shook his head firmly. Yuri wouldn’t lie to him. If he didn’t want him, he would’ve told him that it was an accident.
“What was he supposed to say, Wolfram? With you forcing yourself onto him, him knowing that you’re distressed, knowing that you’re injured…what was he supposed to tell you?” The truth, Wolfram wanted to say. He was supposed to tell him the truth, even if it hurt him worse than anything. “Yuri does care about you, Wolfram, but not the way you care for him.”
“Stop it,” Wolfram breathed.
“The Demon King is compassionate to others, everyone says that, don’t they?” Wolfram knew what came next. He knew, and he stiffened. “He couldn’t acknowledge his mistake because he couldn’t hurt you again.” Even if Yuri had told him no, once again said that he didn’t want Wolfram’s affection, it wouldn’t have hurt as bad as this. It wouldn’t have hurt as bad as having someone else point out his own ignorance in the bargain. He had been made a fool of once again, and that hurt.
That hurt worse than anything.
~Alice Von Wonderland
Closing Note: Perhaps Yuri and Wolfram need to sit down together and talk on their own without interference from Gwendal on Wolfram’s part and Greta on Yuri’s? What do you think?
Until Next Time
R&R
Alice Von Wonderland
Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri
Rating: M
Story Contains: Yaoi, Rape, Violence, Language, and most importantly Unrequited Love
Chapter Warnings: Doubt
Summary: After breakfast, Wolfram is confronted by Gwendal, but does it end well?
Chapter Number: #12
Author Note: Another attempt at a sad chapter.
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“Wolfram,” Gwendal called. Breakfast had ended, Greta had gone outside to play, Yuri had gone to work, and Wolfram had intended to go back to bed. He may have slept through the night, but it was far from being a restful sleep.
“What is it, Gwendal?” Wolfram asked, unsure of his brother’s tone. It didn’t sound light, but it wasn’t harsh either.
“What happened this morning?” Wolfram sighed, he should’ve expected someone to come asking. Shouting from the King’s room and he just happened to be there. Yuri would never turn anyone in who had tried to attack him, Gwendal, Wolfram was sure, knew that and expected it.
“I fell asleep,” Wolfram said, turning his back on him. Gwendal was his brother, he should know him better than to suspect him of malice. He would never hurt Yuri on purpose.
“And?” Gwendal pressed. Wolfram sighed.
“And I had a nightmare.” It sounded so childish. Oh dear, I had a nightmare and Yuri was there to wake me up and save me! He wanted to gag, but he knew he couldn’t lie.
“A nightmare,” Gwendal repeated. Wolfram’s shoulders slumped. It sounded even worse when Gwendal said it.
“Or maybe…a memory,” he added. It sounded better that way, but he didn’t like to say it. The memory had changed, it was nightmare, but it was…a nightmare of a nightmare. A memory of a nightmare that altered itself when Yuri tried waking him.
Old wounds ached as well as the wounds Wolfram refused to heal. They weren’t supposed to be real. They weren’t supposed to continue hurting.
“Why are you doing this to yourself, Wolfram?” Gwendal asked, allowing the sympathy he felt to outline his words. It was hard to be cold to someone who was aching, it was even harder when the one suffering was your own flesh and blood.
“Doing what, exactly?” Wolfram said harshly, chasing out the phantoms with anger.
“Clinging to Yuri when he has no feelings for you?” Wolfram opened his mouth to protest, pain shooting through his eyes that Gwendal could hardly stand to look at, but his older brother didn’t give him the chance to speak. “At least not the feelings you seem to think he does.”
“He proposed to me!” Wolfram cried defiantly. He couldn’t be rejected twice. His pride wouldn’t allow it. His heart couldn’t handle it. Yuri proposed, and when Wolfram asked him if he’d taken it back a second time he’d said no. Yuri wanted him. Gwendal was wrong. This time, Gwendal was wrong.
“He was trying to wake you up from your nightmare, Wolfram! Don’t you think the Demon King would choose a better setting to propose in if that was on his mind?” Wolfram cringed.
“A setting?” He hissed.
“Why would he intentionally slap your left cheek if you weren’t even fully awake to notice?” Wolfram flinched. It didn’t make sense. You didn’t propose to people who were sleeping, and definitely not those you knew were rousing from a nightmare. Even if, in that nightmare, the sleeper was crying out the rouser’s name.
“But he accepted it,” Wolfram grunted. “I asked him and he said that he meant it!” He shook his head firmly. Yuri wouldn’t lie to him. If he didn’t want him, he would’ve told him that it was an accident.
“What was he supposed to say, Wolfram? With you forcing yourself onto him, him knowing that you’re distressed, knowing that you’re injured…what was he supposed to tell you?” The truth, Wolfram wanted to say. He was supposed to tell him the truth, even if it hurt him worse than anything. “Yuri does care about you, Wolfram, but not the way you care for him.”
“Stop it,” Wolfram breathed.
“The Demon King is compassionate to others, everyone says that, don’t they?” Wolfram knew what came next. He knew, and he stiffened. “He couldn’t acknowledge his mistake because he couldn’t hurt you again.” Even if Yuri had told him no, once again said that he didn’t want Wolfram’s affection, it wouldn’t have hurt as bad as this. It wouldn’t have hurt as bad as having someone else point out his own ignorance in the bargain. He had been made a fool of once again, and that hurt.
That hurt worse than anything.
~Alice Von Wonderland
Closing Note: Perhaps Yuri and Wolfram need to sit down together and talk on their own without interference from Gwendal on Wolfram’s part and Greta on Yuri’s? What do you think?
Until Next Time
R&R
Alice Von Wonderland