Voiceless

Title: Sky of Green

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings:

Summary: Yuri is confused, but can any confession of the truth make that uncertainty go away?

Chapter Number: #23

Author Note: I didn’t mean to make the last chapter so confusing, but thanks to your reviews addressing it, I clean it up with a few blunt sentences in here. Sometimes I loose myself in what I know and forget to share that with others.

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He could call Yuri out on the falseness of his answer. He could’ve said “no, try again”. He could have…he should have…but to replace that awkward confusion in those eyes with anything else would hurt too much.

“That doesn’t make sense!” Yuri shouted. Wolfram twitched again. “Would you look at me?” He asked harshly. Wolfram rolled from his side onto his back and let his eyes lock with Yuri’s. “Listen, I don’t know what you’re trying to say. There are two of us here, and you said one of us was the attacker, right?” Wolfram could only force out a nod. “And that means if it wasn’t one of us, it was the other, correct?”

“Yes,” Wolfram groaned. He wished that Yuri would either accept the lie that Wolfram had admitted to, or give up and stop digging.

“And if I didn’t do it, and there’s no way that you could’ve done it to yourself—”

“We already decided that I did,” Wolfram said harshly, rolling back onto his side. Yuri growled and grabbed his shoulder, using the force to pull him back onto his back.

“But you’re lying! So that means you think I did it!” Wolfram simply stared at him, doing his best to hide the whirlpool of emotions that he felt from surfacing in his eyes. “But I could never hurt you like that, Wolfram.” He paused for a moment and it made Wolfram uneasy. “Could it have been someone who just looked like me?” He attempted, unsure of his own judgments. “It was dark, right? Maybe someone used some magic to make himself look like me?” Now pain surfaced in those eyes and Wolfram looked away.

“It wasn’t you,” he replied firmly. Closing his eyes tightly, wondering, if he could manage to fall asleep, would Yuri wake him to get the answer.

“Then tell me who you think it was!” Wolfram shook his head and Yuri growled. And as he growled, it got steadily deeper. Wolfram didn’t like that at all. “Why are you defending that person?” The voice was still Yuri’s, but Wolfram didn’t know how long it would stay that way. He had the choice of answering bluntly, or trying to lead the conversation around in circles until Yuri finally gave up and decided on something for himself. If Yuri stayed that long. The other one was coming…waiting to bring justice to this attacker…himself?...or would he come to bring justice to a liar? Someone not bold enough to tell the truth? He shivered.

“It was you!” He cried involuntarily. It was his terror speaking, his repressed horrors and nightmares making their way to his vocal cords. “It was you!” He repeated, though unaware of it.

“But how could it have been me? I was here asleep with Greta that night!” Wolfram refused to look him in the eyes. He didn’t want to see any of the emotions in those eyes. Not the rage at his own confusion, not his rage at Wolfram for speaking in circles, and not the doubt. He didn’t want his judgment to be doubted by the only one he trusted with the information.

“People don’t remember what they do,” he stared. “When they sleepwalk,” he finished, pained.

“Are you trying to say that I sleepwalked into your room, overpowered you somehow, and raped you?” Wolfram flinched. Such anger coated those words. Such anger and hostility. “I can’t even overpower you if I’m fully awake! Unless—” He stopped thinking and Wolfram wondered if he had discovered the truth. “Unless I really did sleepwalk there and you didn’t fight at all! That would be the only thing that makes sense…And that doesn’t even make sense!”

“I fought!” Wolfram shouted, rage mixing with despair toxically. “I fought and you broke my bones!”

“I’m not strong enough to do that!” Yuri screamed. “I don’t know why you’re blaming me for all of this, but stop it! Is this your idea of revenge for me calling off our engagement? Is that what this is about? You asked someone to hurt you so you could try to pin it on me and then guilt me into marrying you!”

“No!” Wolfram cried, horrified, bolting upright. “I could never do that to you!”

“And I could never do that to you, and you know that!” Wolfram shook his head.

“It wasn’t you,” he said, lowering his head. “It was the other you.” Yuri’s rage seemed to slip away.

“The other me? That’s…That isn’t possible! I’d…”

“Remember something like that? No you wouldn’t,” Wolfram said quietly.

“But why would—”

“I don’t know! I didn’t want to tell you, but I can’t have you running around in circles trying to figure out who hurt me and never offering to marry me again because you haven’t accomplished your one condition.” He confessed it all, even though parts of his told him not to, and other parts told him to make up an elaborate story of how he could have injured himself and made it look like someone else had. It was too late for that, he knew, so he didn’t dare. He just waited, in agony, for Yuri’s response.

“Is that true?” He asked nervously. Wolfram only nodded. “Why would you want to…marry me if I hurt you like that?” He surrendered to that truth without a fight, which scared Wolfram more than anything. Shouldn’t he deny it? Claim that that person only wants justice for wrongdoers and that a torture like that could never be seen as a fit punishment for anything? But no, Yuri didn’t always ask the important questions. He believed what Wolfram said because Wolfram had said it with such pain in his voice that it had to be truth or he was convinced wholly that it was.

To doubt Wolfram’s words now would be to stick a sword through his chest, just missing his heart, and twisting. He couldn’t hurt Wolfram like that. He wouldn’t allow himself to hurt Wolfram like that.

“Wolfram? Why would you want to marry me if I could be that dangerous?” Wolfram shrugged.

“Because I love Yuri, and that other person isn’t him.”

“But why would he come out at a time like that? It doesn’t make sense,” Yuri said, running his fingers through his hair slowly. Wolfram nudged closer, but was relieved that Yuri didn’t notice.

“There must’ve been something he was unjust about me being bitter because you left me and being so selfish as to only consider my own humiliation, rather than the shame I’d placed on you so many times.” There was still a shade of uncertainty in Wolfram’s eyes, but Yuri didn’t question it. There was no way that either of them could ever decipher why the maou did what he did. Maybe it was to do as Wolfram had suggested, or maybe it was because he knew that if Wolfram was damaged, Yuri would help him. Maybe he wanted them to have each other so he hurt Wolfram in a way that he knew neither of them could ignore. Maybe, out of selfish and thoughtless feelings, he hurt Wolfram because he wanted to hurt Yuri for chasing off someone that he cared about.

There were a lot of different possibilities, and Yuri didn’t bother with analyzing them all. If the maou hurt Wolfram, he had to have had his reasons, and if he didn’t…Yuri didn’t want to think about it.

He moved closer to Wolfram and put his arms around the exhausted-looking body and pulled it close. It fell against his chest without any resistance and they stayed that way for a while. Yuri thinking and Wolfram recovering. Maybe Yuri was only pretending to believe him and thought him to be insane. Maybe he did believe him, but had always known. Maybe Yuri had known that it had happened and was now upset that Wolfram brought it into light. Maybe Yuri didn’t want to marry him at all.

The only thing that Wolfram was certain of at that moment, besides his love for the warmth radiating from his love’s chest, was that if Yuri decided never to propose again, he would not complain or even think about it again.

He was afraid that if he messed up and thought stupid, selfish things, the maou would return and Yuri would agree with him this time.

Perhaps the thought in itself was foolish, but that didn’t chase it away. Nothing made sense at that moment, for either Wolfram or Yuri, and one could tell them that the sky was green and the grass was blue and they would have believed it. Nothing else made sense, so why not have a green sky for a while?

~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: So the truth is revealed, and neither one knows what the other is thinking. What do you think?

Don’t worry, this isn’t the final chapter. (Even though it sounds a lot like my other FF endings.) There will be more.

Until Next Time

Alice Von Wonderland