Voiceless

Title: The Spies

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings:

Summary: So who was that hovering outside of their door while they slept? Wolfram thinks he knows, but he has a feeling that there was more than one. But why? What for?

Chapter Number: #25

Author Note: The update took so long because I have three papers to write for university, four library workshop tutorials to complete online that take 2-3 hours each, and I’m tired. But it’s the weekend so now I can go back to having fun.

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Yuri noted that Wolfram’s eyes were scanning the faces around the table. They’d stop at someone’s face and then move onto the next after analyzing their features. On this third trip around the table, Gwendal’s eyes scrunched into a glare and Wolfram’s shrunk also.

“What’s the matter with you?” Gwendal asked grumpily, shifting in his seat and digging at his breakfast.

“What do you think?” Wolfram snapped.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Gwendal didn’t look up from his plate, but Wolfram saw that it wasn’t an attempt to hide emotions that swam in his eyes. It was unsettling.

“I’m being spied on and followed,” Wolfram said, scanning the face at the table once again. Yuri flinched.

“Spied on?” He echoed. If Wolfram was being watched and followed around, could that mean that there was another potential attacker? Or had Wolfram lied about him being the one who caused all of the pain.

“Yes, they were outside of your room last night, and I heard them walking behind me when I was on my way here.”

“They? So there’s more than one,” Gwendal noted, looking up.

“There are two of them,” Wolfram barked. “I heard their footsteps when they left last night.”

“Are you sure you’re not just being overly suspicious?” Gwendal asked, his voice lacking any concern for the situation.

“There were people standing outside of the Demon King’s room last night and you think I’m overreacting?” Wolfram growled at him, but Gwendal remained unfazed. “What’s wrong with you, brother?” Wolfram barked, ruffled by his brother’s lack of concern.

“There’s nothing wrong with me,” he said harshly. “You’re just paranoid. The footsteps you heard probably belonged to guards making rounds.”

“They were in the room!” Wolfram cried.

“Now you change your story, first you said they were outside, now they’re inside,” Gwendal stated harshly.

“Because if I said they were in the room you’d all wonder why I didn’t confront them!”

“We all know why you wouldn’t confront them!” Wolfram flinched and Yuri ordered the argument to stop. Both parties fell into silence obediently, but Wolfram was still fuming. Lady Celi looked over the table, caught Yuri’s gaze and then smiled, and then winked. Yuri flushed and looked back down.

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“They think I’m a coward,” Wolfram confided when he and Yuri were left alone in the king’s office.

“I don’t think you’re a coward, Wolfram,” Yuri said softly, signing papers he was scarcely reading.

“I know that you don’t,” Wolfram sighed. “But if they think I’m too weak to keep my position, they might—”

“I wouldn’t let that happen,” Yuri said. He didn’t look up from his papers, he was determined to finish the tower stack by dinner, but he could feel Wolfram’s stare on his back. “This is my fault anyway, so why would I let that happen to you?” He laughed quietly and Wolfram flinched. “Do I seem that heartless?” He looked up long enough to offer Wolfram a smile, but he didn’t get one in return and went back to reading over his papers. “Who do you think it was that was in our room?”

“I don’t know,” Wolfram confessed, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Maybe Gwendal, maybe Conrart.” He shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Gwendal did seem defensive this morning,” Yuri chirped.

“But that could be because he thinks I’m an even bigger wimp than you,” Wolfram stated with a snort.

“Do you think if I ordered him to, he’d tell me if he did it?”

“That’s not like you, Yuri,” Wolfram said softly. Yuri nodded in agreement. “But yes, he wouldn’t have much of a choice.”

“What if I just asked him? Would he lie?”

“If he thought it was what’s best for you, maybe. Don’t bother him.” Wolfram crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall, letting his eyes slide closed. “It would look even worse for me if it shows that I have the Demon King leaping on all of my suspicions.” He laughed slightly. “Gunter would throw a fit if he saw me taking your mind off of your work.”

“Yeah, I think he’s one step away from getting a ball and chain and locking me up in here,” Yuri said with a sigh, and got back to work. Wolfram left him on his own after an hour and went to find Greta to give her attention before she ran to Gwendal to tell him that she was being ignored.

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“There’s no one out there, Yuri,” Wolfram said from the bed as he watched Yuri peeking through the crack in the door. “Come to bed before you freak yourself out to where you can’t sleep.” With a sigh Yuri resigned from his post at the door and walked back over to the bed.

“Why are you still in here then?” He asked irritably, laying down next to the blonde that was dangerously close to laying on his side of the bed.

“So if they do come back I can protect you!” Wolfram rolled his eyes and shifted beneath the covers. “Why do you think?” He snorted and rolled onto his back, staring up at the dark ceiling above the bed.

“Because you like bothering me,” Yuri groaned, his face pressed deeply into the pillow. “And where’s Greta?”

“I put her in her own room,” Wolfram said. “Your guess is as good as mine when it comes to if she stayed there.” They were quiet for a while, but they both knew that the other was still awake.

“Who do you think the spies are?” Yuri asked quietly.

“I don’t know,” Wolfram groaned. “But the more I think about it, the less I feel that they had malicious intent.”

“How come?” Yuri sat up, but Wolfram grabbed him and pulled him back down.

“Because…Just because!” Wolfram rolled onto his side, his back facing Yuri and sighed heavily.

“Wolfram? Do you know who the spies are?” Yuri attempted timidly. Wolfram snarled and shot up.

“I already said I don’t know!” Just then the two heard the bedroom door creak open and they both froze. Wolfram’s breath hitched and he turned his eyes towards the blackened doorway. There were two voices whispering, but neither were recognizable. Wolfram blinked slowly and then shifted himself quietly away from Yuri and placed one foot on the floor and then listened.

The voices continued whispering and Wolfram stood up slowly, the bed creaked, betraying his previous stealth, and the whispers stopped.

“Do you think they’re awake?” One voice whispered too softly to the other.

“I don’t know,” whispered the other, definitely female. “It’s too dark to—run!” Wolfram jerked to his feet and grabbed for his sword which lay against the wall beside the bed. It was unsheathed and ready, and it felt important in his hands. He ran towards the shadowy figures that darted out of the doorway and into the poorly lit corridor. Wolfram chased after them, barefoot and dressed in his nightclothes, looking like a mad old woman armed with a sword to the guard who watched him run past.

Wolfram heard the sounds of fabric flapping heavily and the thud of boots as well as the shrill clicks of high heeled shoes. He was shamed by the fact that a lady in heels was outrunning him, but blamed it on fatigue and pressed himself harder.

He almost caught sight of the spies, but they rounded a corner and disappeared. All that he remembered was a silhouetted leg and a flash of white, then he was alone in the corridor. Alone and puzzled.

He returned to Yuri, only to find him standing at the door staring down the hall, still dressed in his pajamas.

“Get back in bed,” Wolfram growled, pointing towards the piece of furniture with the tip of his sword. Yuri swallowed hard and did as the enraged blonde ordered.

Wolfram didn’t know what was worse, having his engagement called off in front of his family, or being outrun by a woman in heels.

~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: There, it’s not the longest in word length, but I think it has enough going on to keep it interesting. I think you can all guess who one of the spies is, but who is the other? I was never a master at keeping secrets, so betraying one of the spies identity is expected, but I only gave one hint about the other, and I don’t know if it is enough to give it away. We’ll see, won’t we?

Until Next Time

Alice Von Wonderland