Voiceless

Title: You or Me

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings:

Summary: Wolfram told Yuri that his attacker is in the same room as them. But the only ones in the room are himself and Yuri. So who did it? If Yuri figures it out, will Wolfram tell him it’s the truth, or will he settle with a lie?

Chapter Number: #22

Author Note: Sorry for the wait, I had to go grocery shopping. But no phone calls or chats today.

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Yuri stared at him confused. It made no sense to him, but Wolfram’s eyes didn’t seem to be indicating that it was a joke or a lie. They were cold, almost steely, but they still glistened with other emotions. Emotions like a twitch of nervousness or fear, and a glint of uncertainty. For whatever reason, it appeared to Yuri that Wolfram was more ill at ease than he was.

“What does…that mean?” He asked quietly. His black eyes scanning over the room. Somewhere, in the blackness of the room, there was someone hiding out, waiting to pounce. Maybe he was beneath the bed, behind the thick curtains, dwelling in the shadows close to the doors or behind the furniture. There was someone in there with them. Someone dangerous and vengeful. Someone that Yuri didn’t feel comfortable with sharing oxygen with. “He’s hiding in here, right? You came to warn me?” He whispered this, but Wolfram’s face did not show any signs of agreement. Not a spark of acknowledgement, not a hint or a jerk in any direction of the room stating where the hiding man was. Nothing. The green stayed locked with black and did not waver.

“He is in here,” Wolfram said. “But he isn’t hiding.” Yuri’s face scrunched in confusion. So he must have left like he’d thought before. The man heard himself addressed and then slipped out into the hall and disappeared into the night. But Wolfram had said that he was here. But he’d said is not was…did that mean that the attacker was still there? But it was just the two of them in the room.

“The only people here are you and me,” he said uncertainly. Finally, the eyes flickered. They showed the agreement that Yuri had been hoping for. They showed that acknowledgement, and then they showed a secret. They were hiding something. Holding something back. A detail that Wolfram remembered, perhaps. Or maybe it was the name of the person. Maybe it was a secret that the attacker wasn’t there anymore. Maybe the attacker had heard himself addressed and slipped out the door without a sound.

Wolfram nodded and Yuri looked him over carefully. What did that mean? There were only two of them and Greta was safe because the dangerous person was in their room. And the only two in the room were himself and Wolfram.

“That’s right,” Wolfram said, leaning back over Yuri slowly. His lips pressed against the Demon King and Yuri was too confused to stop him, even as the blonde’s forceful tongue worked its way into his mouth. The intruding tongue was attempting to be a distraction, and Yuri knew it. He didn’t enjoy the fact that he was being kissed so passionately by someone as an excuse to change the topic, so he didn’t kiss back. He simply let Wolfram do as he pleased for a moment longer while he finished his thoughts.

“What are you trying to say, Wolfram?” Yuri asked, turning his head away and sitting up violently. Wolfram pulled back, but moved further onto the bed regardless. He thought it might have worked, that someone like Yuri would loose their train of thought after being persuaded with passions, but it failed. He was hoping that it wouldn’t, but it would have been a lie if he said he expected anything else from the Demon King. After all, the issue was something that he felt strongly about, and when Yuri felt strongly about something nothing changed his mind. He assumed that he had at least gotten a kiss without being scolded immediately for it.

Yuri watched him carefully, nervous and discontented. If a kiss was a feeble attempt to distract him, option A, then he was terrified of what option B would be if he didn’t find the answer soon enough. It was apparent that his friend was attempting to hide something, but why bring up something you didn’t want to share?

He wants to be forced to say it, Yuri considered. He wants me to make him tell me who hurt him. He’s telling me that he won’t say on his own. But why? That was the real question. Wolfram wasn’t usually like this…so why?

“Wolfram!” The blonde kept inching closer until Yuri pointed it out, then, after several moments of silence, Wolfram crawled over Yuri’s body and laid beside him on the bed. “Answer me! What are you trying to say?” I looked a lot like Wolfram wasn’t listening, or that he was trying not to.

“I told you that Greta is safe because the person who hurt me is here and not out there.” Wolfram looked over Yuri’s face and sighed. Perhaps it wasn’t the best thing to come here and try to explain things to the confused Demon King. Maybe it was best that he just forgot about it ever happening. So what if Yuri didn’t offer to marry him again because he could never find the attacker? What did it matter?

Once he found out who the attacker was, Wolfram was certain that no marriage proposal would follow. How could there be a proposal? One of the two was the attacker, and Yuri would never allow the attacker to marry. The thought made Wolfram’s skin crawl and his stomach lurch. Yuri noticed that too.

“Wolfram? Tell me…what you’re thinking.” He wanted to ask Wolfram who the attacker was, which of them, the only two present, had caused the injuries. He wanted to ask, but couldn’t force it from his throat. He didn’t remember ever hurting Wolfram, and he couldn’t see Wolfram reacting so strongly after hurting himself.

“I’m thinking that…you’re really pathetic,” Wolfram said. Yuri glowered at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He inquired harshly, allowing himself to be distracted for a mere second.

“It means you’re a pathetic wimp that can’t put two puzzle pieces together,” Wolfram said with a snort, rolling over so his back was facing Yuri.

“Two pieces together? Wolfram, it’s just confusing me!” He touched Wolfram’s shoulder, only to have him shake it off. “I know I couldn’t have hurt you because, if you recall, I pretended to attack you and you nearly killed me! You’re ten times stronger than me!”

“Which means what?” Wolfram said, closing his eyes tightly. It would come soon. Either the truth or a lie. He didn’t know which he would agree to. If it was a lie, he’d accept it, if it was the truth…he didn’t know. Did he want Yuri to know? Would it make any difference at all who had attacked him? Raped him that night? Did that night even exist? Maybe it had all been a dream that he had accidentally reenacted while he slept. Yuri didn’t know the truth, but Wolfram did, and he knew that it would be impossible for him to keep it that way for much longer. “I know I didn’t hurt you that night, Wolfram!” Yuri exclaimed. Wolfram’s eyes shot open wide and his spine twitched. Why was he being shouted at? “I know I didn’t! So that only leaves you!”

“That’s right,” he felt his lips say. “That only leaves me.”

~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: Was it all a lie? Did he make it up? Or is Yuri completely off? Could Wolfram have injured himself as a subconscious plea for the Demon King’s attention? But how could he have injured himself in such a way if he did? Were the wounds fake as well?

Until Next Time

Alice Von Wonderland