Voiceless

Title: Voiceless

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

Story Contains: Yaoi, Rape, Violence, Language, and most importantly Unrequited Love

Chapter Warnings:

Summary: Wolfram and Yuri finally have a conversation…Perhaps not like civilized beings, but at least Yuri is trying to help.

Chapter Number: #14

Author Note: Not much to say about this one, I hope you enjoy and I thank you all for your kind reviews. I will continue updating as quickly as I can. Don’t forget to tell me your suspicions and beliefs about who the guilty person is, though I’ll do my best to surprise.

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Yuri didn’t waste time knocking; he just turned the knob and looked inside. At first it appeared that Wolfram was not inside. However, closer inspection showed that he was lying in bed, face pressed into his pillow either asleep or pretending to be. Most likely pretending, Yuri decided, and closed the door behind him.

“Wolfram,” he said softly. He was sure he heard Wolfram whimper, or maybe, more likely, it was a quiet growl. “Please, Wolfram, I need to talk to you.” He sat down on the bed and Wolfram turned his body away from him.

“About what?” He tried to spit, but more sadness tangled with the words than anything else.

“About what Gwendal told you,” Yuri said, watching helplessly as Wolfram’s entire body went rigid. “It wasn’t true, Wolfram.” Wolfram let out a noise that sounded like a sob and a growl mixed into one. The ancient petals of what had been his love had no more water in them. He didn’t cry, but he felt like he was.

“Stop it, Yuri,” Wolfram said, moving his hands to cover his ears, Yuri stopped him.

“No, Wolfram, I have something I want to say to you! So sit up!” He yanked Wolfram up from his lying position and Wolfram tried to turn away. “Listen to me!” He grabbed Wolfram by the shoulders and forced his body, at least, to face him. He kept his head low, his green eyes downcast.

“What do you want, Yuri?” Wolfram asked sadly. His voice was as ragged as his breathing.

“To call off this engagement.” He felt Wolfram’s body sink, and heard the choking cry that escaped his throat. It was pitiful, watching him break so easily in his hands. It hurt him to hurt Wolfram, and Wolfram was too hurt to even pull away. All he could do was lower his heard farther and breathe heavily, his eyes closed tightly. “Do you know why, Wolfram?”

Wolfram couldn’t answer, even if his voice hadn’t closed itself off. The pain in his chest rivaled the pain he had experienced beneath the man in this very bed. It was like his heart was being slain with a burning hot sword.

“Wolfram, look at me.” It was like he’d made the attempt, but failed. His head moved slightly, but then dropped even lower. “Wolfram, please.” Again he tried, he lifted his head just enough so that if he looked up with his eyes, they would meet. Green and black. “Listen, I called off the engagement this time because I know you don’t think I meant to do it. But, Wolfram, I may not know a lot about your culture, but I’m learning and I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.” He thought that his words would help, but those emerald eyes swam with the same sadness and nothing else. There wasn’t even a flash of anger or happiness.

“Stop,” Wolfram said weakly. “Please stop.” Begging hadn’t worked before. It didn’t work on the man when he was being attacked on the bed he loathed touching, but maybe it would work on Yuri. Maybe Yuri would do for him what the man hadn’t. Maybe Yuri would take his sword and ram it through his chest, make his heart stop beating. Stop aching. When he asked the man for death, no words could come, when he asked Yuri, he was struck on the cheek.

The right cheek.

It meant nothing.

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It took Yuri half an hour to focus Wolfram’s attention enough to begin an actual conversation. No one came to the door, and for that Yuri was thankful, but it was apparent to him that Wolfram, who kept looking towards the exit, was hoping that someone would. Someone who would come and free him from the beast that kept accepting his love and then smashing it. Maybe the man would come back, the man he recognized in his actual nightmare but was sure could never have hurt him that way, and ram the sword he had expected that evening through his chest and out his back.

Yuri tried to explain things to him, but noticed that, even though Wolfram’s eyes were locked onto his, Wolfram’s mind was in an entirely different place. Sometimes pain would flicker in the seas of green, sometimes a look of bliss that Yuri was sure was the aftermath of his previous request. A request for Yuri to kill him. And odd request, something he was sure Wolfram would never say, but one he seemed to be considering. Had he really hurt him that badly?

“So, I’m thinking that maybe, instead of just getting engaged again, we should just…date?” It was a nice conclusion to a long speech, but it didn’t appear to him that Wolfram was listening to it at all. “Wolfram!”

“No,” he said at last. “No. I don’t want you dating me out of pity!”

“Have you even been listening to me?” Yuri said, exhausted. Here he was, trying to open up to Wolfram, only to have Wolfram go back to being an emotional hermit crab.

“Yes! You didn’t mean to propose to me the first time and then you did the second time because you felt bad about calling it off the first time!” Then the eyes that had filled with anger turned away.

“That’s not what I’ve been saying to you!” Wolfram just groaned. Yuri tried not to become frustrated, but it was hard. He understood that Wolfram didn’t trust his word anymore, and he understood why Wolfram would refuse his offer of a dating relationship, but that understanding didn’t make it any easier to deal with. He let out a sigh and tried again. “Wolfram, I called off this engagement because Gwendal told you I didn’t mean to propose, and he was wrong. I did it on purpose because I realized I didn’t want to loose you, but I can’t keep you as a fiancé if you aren’t confident in my reasons. So I called it off.”

“And you’ll propose again and then call it off again.” Wolfram attempted to move off of the bed, but Yuri grabbed him around the shoulders and pulled him back. “Get away from me!” He shrieked, his voice cracked and he moved to panting. If there was anything he hated more than being humiliated, it was being restrained.

“That’s not true. When I propose again there won’t be any room for you to doubt me.” Wolfram shivered. Something in the Demon King’s tone put him on edge. It lacked his usual lightheartedness, it was plagued with determination. It left no room for question. Yuri had said when not if he proposed, when…And that terrified him. He wasn’t sure of the details of why, but he was scared. “The day I propose to you will be the day I catch your attacker, Wolfram. And you’re going to tell me who it was because I know you remember.” Wolfram shook his head hard. He didn’t remember. He didn’t know. He remembered no details except for the lie that was in his dream. The dream Yuri had wakened him from. Was that Yuri’s way of saying that he would never propose to him? “Wolfram,” Yuri breathed into the shaking blonde’s ear, wrapping his arms around his waist, forcing their chests to touch. “Who hurt you?”

Wolfram moved his lips, and tears could’ve fallen when he realized that no words had come.

~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: Was it the really the man from his nightmare, or was it someone else? Yuri has his suspicions, but do they match with Wolfram’s? What do you think? Who do you believe to be the guilty one?

Until Next Time

R&R

Alice Von Wonderland