Voiceless

Title: Love

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings: Contradictions to everything this story has said. (If you squint.)

Summary: Wolfram has a problem, and Gwendal is getting the way of the answers Yuri wants. What will Yuri do to figure out what’s wrong? Should he even bother?

Chapter Number: #30

Author Note: I wanted to upload on Valentine’s Day, but I couldn’t come up with a plot for this next chapter. I thought of one while in the shower thinking about rings and engagements and it all clicked.
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Yuri and Wolfram were sitting at the dinner table, Wolfram staring at his plate with a look of pain and discomfort on his face that left Yuri uncomfortable and nervous. When he asked Wolfram what was wrong he received no answer except a cold glare from Gwendal and silence. When he reached for Wolfram’s hand, the blonde pulled it away.

“Wolfram, please tell me what’s bothering you.” Yuri moved his seat closer to Wolfram’s, only to have him scoot his chair farther away.

“Leave him be,” Gwendal warned.

“No! I won’t!” Yuri snapped back, moving his chair closer to Wolfram. This time he didn’t move away. “Wolfram,” he whispered. “Please, please tell me. What’s the matter?” Wolfram shook his head. “Did you get hurt?” He asked, too quietly for anyone else to hear.

“No,” Wolfram whispered. “I’m alright, don’t worry about it.”

“But you’re not alright, and I am worried about it,” Yuri mumbled.

“I’ll tell you after dinner,” Wolfram murmured. “In the garden, okay? Meet me there?” Yuri nodded and moved his chair back to its original position and Wolfram did the same. The rest of the meal continued in silence. Not even Greta dared to speak, the one who always broke the barriers and silences.

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Gwendal had stopped Yuri before he even reached the door. He was still in the corridor and he knew that Wolfram was waiting. Gwendal knew, and he still intercepted him.

“Don’t go out there,” Gwendal warned. “If you do you’ll just make everything worse.”

“How do you know that, Gwendal?” Yuri spat. “Wolfram is waiting for me and it’ll hurt him if I don’t come!”

“Not as much as it will if you do,” Gwendal stated, remaining calm. Yuri growled and tried to move past him, but Gwendal blocked each attempt with liquid agility. “Stop it.”

“I won’t! Wolfram needs me!”

“No he doesn’t!” Gwendal snapped. The ferocity in his voice sent Yuri back a step. Why was he so angry? “He doesn’t need anyone right now! Not me, and not you, his fake fiancé.”

“I’m not pretending to be engaged to him!” Yuri screamed, unable to contain his rage. “Is that what you told him? Is that why he’s so upset? Because if you hurt him again I’ll—” He didn’t know what. What? He didn’t have time to think. He said what came to mind. “—remove you from your post!” Gwendal’s face drooped, and Yuri’s face hardened. “I refuse to allow you to remain in a position so close to Wolfram if all you do is hurt him.”

“I didn’t say anything to Wolfram to contribute to the state that he’s in now.” His face showed no signs of deception.

“Then what’s wrong with him?” Yuri asked quietly. “He says he isn’t injured but—”

“It isn’t like before,” Gwendal stated. “You don’t need to worry yourself over that.”

“Alright,” Yuri sighed, looking back at the door.

“I still advise you not to go out there,” Gwendal warned, moving aside. “But if you insist on forcing it out of him you have no one to blame for it but yourself.”

“What does that mean?” Yuri murmured, trying to meet Gwendal’s gaze. Gwendal kept looking away, and then walked off without adding further comments.

Perturbed, Yuri opened the door to the garden and stepped into the night air. There was the stinging scent of numerous flowers that mingled and intertwined in the air which did nothing for his upset stomach. Wolfram was out there, somewhere in between the rows of shrubs and plants. It took him over five minutes to find him in the pale light.

He was sitting on the ground, his sword lying unsheathed at his feet. Wolfram didn’t look up, even when Yuri sat down beside him. Not even when Yuri placed a tentative arm around his shoulders. He did, however, allow his head to fall onto Yuri’s shoulder. Emerald eyes fell closed and Yuri waited in silence, not sure if he should ask questions or sit still.

“Yuri?” Wolfram said after several long minutes. Yuri looked down at him, peering into the green eyes that looked pained.

“Yes, Wolfram?” Yuri’s heart sped up. What would he say? Was he hurt? Was he having second thoughts about their engagement? Was he, could he be, possibly, potentially, maybe in another relationship and was feeling guilty? What was it that made his eyes look so sad?

“You gave me an engagement ring,” he said. Yuri nodded. “But you’ve never said you love me.”

“I do love you, Wolfram,” Yuri replied, the words not sticking to his tongue, and not sliding off unnaturally. They felt right in his mouth. “I guess I just never thought it was something that needed to be said before.” The eyes softened, some of the pain disappeared, but not all of it. “There’s more, isn’t there?” He asked. “What’s hurting you?” All at once the eyes filled with more agony, almost more than they could contain without spilling over. Gwendal had been right. He wished he hadn’t had to see that pain.

Wolfram’s lips quivered, as if trying to form words, but unable. It reminded Yuri of when Wolfram had been unable to speak. Of when he as his other self had injured him to the point where he screamed too loud and damaged his throat in a way that Wolfram dared not to heal himself. And then, at last, he spoke.

“When’s the wedding?” He said, the pain sliding away to reveal childlike curiosity.

“The wedding?” Yuri said, pulling away quickly. Wolfram, loosing his balance, fell onto his side, yellow hair mixing unpleasantly with the shadow blackened grass. “You already want a wedding?” Yuri asked, startled.

“I thought you said you loved me,” Wolfram stated sadly, pulling himself up painfully slow.

“I do!” Yuri exclaimed nervously. The eyes that kept changing looked ready to spill over. They were glistening in the dark.

“Then why won’t you marry me?” Yuri stammered, trying to force an answer out, but no words would come, just strangled silence. “Yuri, why!?”

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He sat up screaming, light hitting his eyes directly. He fell back against the pillows and saw Wolfram’s body laying, still asleep, at his side. It was the third time he’d had that dream and it reminded him of the only thing that Wolfram had yet to complain about.

When was their wedding, and how long would it be before Wolfram asked just that?

~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: Yes, it was all just a dream.

Until Next Time

Alice Von Wonderland