Voiceless

Title: Indecision

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings:

Summary: Yuri wants to give Wolfram his present, but he can’t decide whether or not he should.

Chapter Number: #28

Author Note: Did I update twice in a week? Wow, I’m getting better at this updating thing. (Don’t expect it again. I’ve still got papers, I’m just distracted tonight.)
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He had the gift sitting in front of him on his bed and was staring at it uneasily in the moonlight that bled in from the window. He had been expecting, almost hoping, that Wolfram would discover his intent to leave the castle and follow him as a guard, but nothing happened. He had heard, however, that he had let Greta into his room and accepted the food that she brought for him. He guessed that that was an improvement, but he was still trapped in indecision.

He wanted to give Wolfram the present when he caught the spies, but they spies seemed to have disappeared. He knew he couldn’t wait much longer to give it to his love, the anticipation was as potent as the heartache, but he wanted Wolfram to leave his room first. He felt that if Wolfram was feeling able to show himself, then it would be better. But then more thoughts rained down upon him.

What if Wolfram did come out of his room and refused the gift, or didn’t like it? What if it somehow hurt him more? What if giving that exact item as a gift, in this messed up world, meant “I want you to die” or “I hate you”? What would he do then? Would he just fall over in a fit of pain, curl up and have his heart stop beating from the agony?

He’d hurt Wolfram as himself and as his other self, and he was unable to forgive either of those two. Raped him and then crushed him repeatedly.

Then more thoughts hit.

Why was Wolfram hiding away? Had the maou taken over and done it again? Was Wolfram hiding because, once again, the black Demon King had overpowered him, humiliated him, and crushed him? What would he do if that was the truth?

It felt as if his chest were constricting. Every heartbeat sent daggers of pain through it and through ever vein. He welcomed the pain, knowing that it was only a fraction of what Wolfram felt, or was feeling.

Yuri could take no more, he stood from his bed, grabbed the small gift in its wrapped box off of his bed and moved quickly towards his bedroom door. He stormed into the hall, a man on a mission, and headed for Wolfram’s room. His feet stopped moving however, when he heard familiar mumbling.

The spies, he knew, and broke into a run. There, outside Wolfram’s door, stood a figure in white and woman in black. A woman in high-heels. She had her hand on the doorknob, hardly visible in the torchlight of the corridor.

“Stop!” He shouted. Two faces turned towards him and he froze, his intense glare going mushy. Lady Celi and Gunter? They were the spies?

“Oh, Your Majesty!” Cried Lady Celi giddily, waving to him triumphantly.

“Highness!” Gunter said, sounding surprised.

“Y-Y-Y-You two!?” Yuri cried in horror. “You’re the spies?!”

“Hush now, Wolfie’s asleep,” Lady Celi said, smiling and stepping away from the door.

“Why are you spying on Wolfram?” Yuri asked, approaching them.

“He is my son, after all. He worries me when he locks himself away like this.” There was no way to mistake the compassion and the hurt in her face, even in the dim light of the hallway. “Gunter is just my companion. It’s so awkward walking around all alone.” Gunter stammered something, but Lady Celi spoke over top of him. “Why are you here, if you don’t mind my asking?” Her question was laced with seductive undertones and Yuri shook his head.

“I want to see Wolfram,” he said firmly.

“Then Gunter and I will just be going off to bed then.” She began walking towards Yuri and Gunter waved and went the other way, muttering almost nervously under his breath.

When he was sure that he was alone again, Yuri moved closer to Wolfram’s door and knocked softly. When he received no answer, he knocked a little harder, afraid to enter without permission. But was Wolfram up to talking? Apparently.

“Yes?” Wolfram responded, groggily and unaware.

“Wolfram, it’s me.” He wondered if he should give his name. “Can I come in, I have something I need to…give you.”

“Give me?” He heard Wolfram muttered, most likely to himself.

“Can I come in?” He heard no answer for a long moment and stared at the door nervously contemplating whether or not to open the door and slide the gift in and then close it and leave. The only thing that stopped him was the fear that it was an offensive gift or that leaving a box in a room late at night and then leaving meant something atrocious.

“Fine,” Wolfram said finally. Yuri drew a deep breath and opened the door. Wolfram had lit candles, but was sitting on his bed with his back to him. Yuri couldn’t blame him.

“I was wondering if you were feeling better,” Yuri said, cursing himself inside for the idiotic statement. He just didn’t know where to begin.

“I’m fine,” Wolfram said, somewhat harshly, somewhat sadly.

“I caught the spies,” he said, looking at the gift in his hand. “It was Lady Celi and Gunter.”

“I know,” Wolfram said bluntly. “They thought I was sleeping.”

“Oh,” Yuri replied, turning the small box over and over in his hand. “Um, Wolfram, I brought you something. I got you a gift yesterday and I wanted to give it to you now.” For a moment he was certain that Wolfram was going to remain with his back towards him. Silently refusing the gift and anything it meant. But then he turned around, his eyes looking almost eager in the candlelight.

“What did you bring me?” He asked, sounding like an anxious child trying to contain his excitement. Yuri moved closer to the bed and gave Wolfram the box at arm’s length. The blonde took it eagerly, but not too eagerly, and tore the ribbon off of it hastily.

The ribbon was all it had to decorate it, and once it was gone Wolfram was free to lift the lid and peer in at the contents. A ring. He stared at it for a moment, as if marveling it, simple silver, but cut to sparkle, and then let his eyes dart back to Yuri.

“Is it magic?” He asked, not removing it from the box, and keeping his eyes locked with Yuri’s.

“Um, no,” Yuri started, watching the look transform into a more or less displeased one. “But on Earth, a lot of cultures exchange rings as a…a marriage…marriage proposal, so I thought…” Those green eyes kept getting bigger and bigger, it made it hard for him to focus. “I thought that if I…gave you something it would make it seem more…official.” They stopped growing larger, but Yuri noted that no other expression besides wonder and surprise occupied that face. No happiness or excitement, nor rage or pain. Apparently rings weren’t bad in the Demon Kingdom either. Maybe Wolfram didn’t understand. Maybe that’s why he wasn’t looking happy.

Or maybe he was scared to be. Perhaps he thought that if he allowed himself to feel it, it would be taken away again.

“Since I caught the spies like I promised, will you…will you marry me, Wolfram?” He felt better asking than slapping him across the face, but he ended up having to in order to get the blonde to respond to him. And then all he got was a box thrown in his face and the ring put on the wrong finger.

“And it’s not even magic! What a wimp!” Wolfram fluffed his pillow and ordered Yuri to blow out the candles, and when Yuri attempted to walk out of the room, something grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled him back onto the bed.

He stayed there.

~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: Was it a surprise? I hope it was. I thought this would be a nice lighthearted thing, and I wrote it pretty fast, so I hope that if there are many typos you’ll forgive me.

Until Next Time

Alice Von Wonderland