Yuri's Secret

Yuri’s Secret
Sequel to: “Wolfram’s Bruise”
Written by: Chochowilliams
Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Summary: There is a part of Yuri’s past that Wolfram knows nothing about.
Chapter Summary: 13 years ago, something happened to Yuri that still haunts him to this day
Warning: drama, fantasy, language, m/m, Yuri/Wolfram
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A/N: Thank you to chalithra, Marie Ravenclaw, ELENIOFME, Geminirose, Lisse08, primaaryet, lilgurlanima, Xzanayu, geetac, XEOHE for your reviews. If I forgot anyone, I apologize. I always love hearing from you guys. You push me into finishing my stories.

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Chapter 3: Yuri’s Third Secret

Thirteen Years Ago - Boston, Massachusetts, USA

The screen split. The credits rolled across one portion at supersonic speed while commercials played on the other side. At the bottom of the screen, Prehistoric Predators announced it was up next followed later by Chaos Theory. As if breaking free from a hypnotic trance, Shori stretched, working the kinks out of his body and trying to loosen his joints stiff from remaining in one position for so long. A yawn seized him. He rubbed his eyes with his knuckles. Maybe he would grab a quick nap before dinner.

Fixing his glasses, he cocked his head and listened. His mother’s distinctive laughter floated to his ears. It sounded as if his parents finally stopped fighting. Honestly. With as much as they argued you would think they were the children. The problem was his father was a spineless coward when it came to his mother and his mother was too strong willed for her own good. Not that he wanted his mother to become a prim and submissive wife. Just to tone it down a little.

“It looks like the rain finally stopped Yu-chan,” he noticed when he gazed out the window. “Do you still want to go to the park?” When no answer was forth coming, Shori glanced down at his brother. Had he fallen asleep? He blinked. “Yu-chan?” Yuri was gone. He peered around the bedroom. “Yu-chan?” He slid off the bed. “Yu-chan?”

Shori crossed the room and stuck his head out into the hall. His dark gaze scanned the kitchen, dining room and living room in one sweep. Empty. Maybe he was going to the bathroom. A check of their bathroom proved that a false assumption. Next, he checked their closet. Nothing. A check of the closet by the door of their suite yielded the same results. Panic wormed its way up his throat, but he squelched it quickly. He had yet to check their parents’ bedroom. Yuri really was not into science programs. They tended to put him to sleep. Besides, his little brother was such a mama’s boy. It would not surprise him if his little brother were with their mother, especially if she had splurged on some new dresses just as she always did when they came to the States.

He knocked lightly on his parents’ bedroom door. When there was a muffled reply, he turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. “Mother? Have you seen Yu-chan?” he inquired as he stepped inside the room.

Immediately, he noticed that his father, Shoma Shibuya, was sitting in a chair by the open sliding glass doors that led out onto a balcony that overlooked the hotel swimming pool in the courtyard below. At his feet was Miko “call-me-‘Jennifer’” Shibuya. Just as he guessed. She was surrounded by a sea of brightly colored dresses, all with bows, lace, sequins and frilly bits. Whom he could not see was his little brother.

“Yu-chan?” Jennifer echoed around a deep blood red dress.

Shoma lowered the newspaper that he was reading. “Wasn’t he with you?”

“He was, but now I can’t find him.”

Jennifer set the dress aside and picked up another one. This one was a brilliant white with red lace around the neck, puffy sleeves and the hem. A red satin sash around the waist was tied into a giant bow at the back. “I’m sure he’s around here somewhere. You know how your brother is.”

Shori wanted to be as optimistic as his mother was, but he could not. The problem was he did know his little brother and Yuri never left his side.

Shoma folded his newspaper and set it aside. His face was lined with worry.

“Maybe he went swimming,” Jennifer suggested brightly. “That actually sounds like a good idea. Maybe we should join him?”

Please let that be the case, Shoma pleaded silently. This was not like Yuri. He never wandered off unless he was with Sho-chan. He hoped nothing bad happened to him.

The sound of knocking caught their attention. Shoma’s head snapped up and around. Jennifer glanced up from her examination of the collection of exquisite dresses to her husband. Shori tensed.

Shoma pushed out of his chair, skirted his son and wife, and made his way as fast as he could, but trying to look as if he was not hurrying to the door of their suite. His heart was beating a wicked tempo inside of his chest. He released the complicated lock and threw open the door. He gasped at the sight before him. “Yu-chan!”

There was a clatter of sound behind him. “Yu-chan?” he heard his wife call out. Then she was besides him. She gasped. “Oh my! Yu-chan! What happened to your dress?”

Shori pushed his way between his parents and froze at the sight of his little brother. “Yu-chan?” The once butter yellow dress with lace around the cuffs, hem and neckline and layers of twill that caused the dress to have the appearance of a bell was streaked with dirt and had lost both its brilliance and puffiness. The dress looked dead and so did his brother.

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Present Time - Covenant Castle

“Well Your Majesty, you appear to be in good physical health,” Gisela commented as she stood after her examination of the Demon King.

Yuri let out the pent up breath he had been holding. “Wow. That’s a relief. Thank you, Gisela. Sorry you had to get up in the middle of the night.”

“It was no problem, Your Majesty.”

“But what happened?” Wolfram demanded of the war veteran medic from his husband’s side. “What would make him pass out like that?”

Yuri scratched the back of his head. It was a nervous gesture that Wolfram did not miss. His eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“I’m not sure,” Gisela admitted. “Like I said, nothing is physically wrong with His Majesty.”

“Well nothing did not make him pass out like he did,” Wolfram snapped.

“Maybe Shibuya needs to take some time off,” suggested a voice from behind them.

“Hey, Murata,” Yuri greeted his old friend.

“What do you mean time off?” Wolfram demanded. “As the Demon King-!”

“That’s exactly what I mean,” Ken interrupted the Prince Consort.

“What?”

“I mean,” Ken said as he stepped into the chamber.

Gisela bowed slightly and retreated out of the way.

“As the king, Shibuya has legislative, judicial and economic responsibilities. He has to preserve, protect and defend the Kingdom and execute her laws. There are economic, social and regulatory measures he has to deal with. Then there’s quelling disorder among the populace, suppressing insurrection, investigating any and all terrorist threats, appointing representatives, propose legislation, repel foreign invasion like those consistent skirmishes with Small and Big Cimarron, grant pardons and reprieves for criminals when explicable, direct administrative agencies, deal with budgetary and tax proposals, negotiate treaties, execute agreements with foreign countries and not to mention there was that disastrous earthquake that all but destroyed Guilloche last month.”

Put that way, Yuri had to wonder just what he had been thinking when he agreed to be Demon King. His head was spinning just listening to Ken, though nothing he said was news to him.

“Add to that two screaming newborns.” With his index finger, Ken shoved his glasses back up his nose. “Can you really blame him for passing out when he did? Frankly, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner.”

“That just goes to show what a wimp he is,” Wolfram declared with a haute humph, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What?” Yuri exclaimed. He turned towards the blond. “You call not being able to juggle a hundred things at once being a wimp?”

“Yes! What would you call it?”

“Human,” Yuri retorted.

Wolfram snorted.

“Wolfram, in case you forgot, unlike you, I am only eighteen year old and yet here I am running one of the largest and most influential nations on the planet practically all by myself and on top of that, I’m married and have three kids! Cut me a little slack. I’m only one person. I’m not Superman.”

Wolfram tensed. He immediately grew suspicious. He had never heard mention of this “Superman” before. His emerald jeweled eyes flashed before they narrowed. “And who, pray tell, is this…’super man’?” he demanded. “Is he-?”

Yuri’s heavy sigh drowned out the rest of Wolfram accusation, but he knew the drill by now. Rolling his eyes, he flopped backwards, bouncing lightly on the mattress before settling. Kill me now, he prayed silently.

“Hey! Wimp! Are you even listening to me?” yelled his husband’s in his face.

Not really, he thought.

Ken snickered into his fist.

Wolfram’s face hardened. “What was that?” His voice had dropped to a deadly whisper.

Yuri sighed and turned his head to look at Wolfram. “Wolf…”

“You know, Lord Bielefelt,” Ken said, interrupting whatever it was Yuri was going to say, “Yuri isn’t the first Demon King to faint.”

Yuri winced at the word Ken used. “Faint” sounded like something women did.

“In fact, the Great One passed out numerous times.” However, if you asked him, he would deny it.

Wolfram blinked. His anger drained out of him at the unexpected factoid.

Gisela nodded in agreement. “You do too much and don’t get enough rest, it can make you sick. Or worse. I’ve seen it many times, especially out on the battle field.”

Yawning, Yuri rubbed his eye aching eyes.

Gisela’s gaze slid to the king. She immediately snapped to attention when she noticed the dark circles and bags under her king’s eyes. “Alright.” She clapped her hands together. “That’s enough for tonight. I want all of you out. His Majesty needs his rest.”

“Night Shibuya.”

“Night, Murata,” Yuri called after his friend.

“You, too, Lord Wolfram,” Gisela told the fiery blond.

“What?!”

“Wolf, it’s okay.” Yuri smiled up at his husband, lover, partner and mother of his children. “I bet your mother could use a rest after watching Sera, Rey and Greta‘s probably worried.”

The protest died on Wolfram’s lips. “Fine.” Despite, or maybe in spite of, their audience, he enfolded Yuri in a heated embrace and captured his lips in a passionate kiss that left the other man breathless and blushing fiercely.

Gisela giggled lightly at the expression on His Majesty’s face.

“Coming Gisela?” Wolfram called over her shoulder as he marched out of the chamber.

“Good night Wolfram. Gisela.”

Gisela bowed deeply at the waist in the doorway of the chamber before vanishing after Wolfram.

Once he was alone, all the adrenaline rushed out of him. He stared up at the ceiling lost amidst the shadows.

“You’re gross! Boys don’t wear dresses. Girls do. Are you some sort of pervert? Freak.”

Despite the layers of blankets Wolfram had insisted on, he grew cold as the taunting laughter seemed to fill the suddenly large, empty chamber that was only lit by the light of the full moon. The chill seeped deep within his bones and made friends with his marrow. This was not the type of chill that any amount of blankets could chase away. No roaring fire would make him feel warm on this night.

“Now don’t call him that, Kojiro. I think your little friend looks adorable in that pink dress.”

As the leering voice continued to echo in his mind, Yuri flipped onto his side and curled into a fetal position, scrunching into the smallest target he could. His hands flew to his head. Obsidian eyes squeezed shut.

“Shut up. Shut up. Shut up,” he whispered.

“Tell me, Yu-chan, are you wearing a slip underneath that dress?”

A tear slipped unseen down Yuri’s cheek.

---TBC---

A/N: So, what do you think? To be honest, I wasn’t sure how far to push it. I didn’t want to push it too far, but it looks like the decision was made without me. Typical. My muse tends to want to do things her way. Such a pushy bitch. Anyway, I’ll try to get the next installment out as soon as I can.