Voiceless

Title: Trust

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

Chapter Warnings:

Summary: Wolfram’s jealousy spurs him into action, but how does Yuri react? With anger or with understanding? Which was more understandable?

Chapter Number: #35

Author Note: I wanted to do a reflective piece in which the action happened before and you witness the aftermath. (Also known as the “I’m saving myself time and calling it a style” technique.) It fits well and saves a lot of improvising and guesswork.

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Yuri’s back smashed against the soft mattress almost hard enough to make the impact hurt. He would’ve said something to Wolfram to make him cease his oddly predatory actions, but the blonde’s mouth sealed his lips both passionately and desperately. At first he thought the noises that Wolfram was making were noises of passion as he easily pinned the weaker form beneath him, but under closer analysis Yuri discovered that they were whimpers and groans more pained than pleased. After managing to undo one button on Yuri’s coat, however, Wolfram’s vigor, or interest, died and he pulled his mouth away to morph it into a grimace, his eyes clenched tightly shut and his equally constricted fist pounded the mattress beside Yuri’s head more out of frustration than rage.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Wolfram half screamed and half wept. He wasn’t crying, at least not physically, but his voice was indicating that the sensation was creeping closer and closer beyond Wolfram’s ability to suppress it. He slammed his fist against the mattress once more and leaned back, allowing his fiancé to sit up. “What were you trying to prove by flirting with that girl?” The inquiry was both pained and ferocious.

“Wolfram, you’re overreacting!” Yuri attempted, touching the blonde’s shoulder only to have him pull away. “I was just talking with her! You can’t keep assuming things like this!” It was a party, a simple flamboyant party where lords, ladies, demons, and humans all came together to do whatever socializing that they needed. It was Wolfram’s own mother who had drug the young woman over to make the Demon King’s acquaintance. She was a polite girl, but nothing more than that. Her appearance and mannerisms hardly comparable with the traits that Wolfram had that he, Yuri, enjoyed. She was pretty, it was true, but Wolfram was, in his own odd way, prettier. Their conversations, though mainly pointless most of the time, were more enriching and memorable than the one he’d had with the girl who’d caused Wolfram’s pang of jealousy.

“Does this ring mean nothing?” Wolfram shouted, flashing the ring in front of the Demon King’s face frantically. “Did you give it to me just to shut me up? Is that it?” He left no room for Yuri to answer. Once his statement, no inquiry at all, was completed, he let out a groan that bordered a shriek and began again. “Look what you’ve done to me!” He said, a pathetic smile reaching his lips and his eyes that locked with Yuri’s heavily and showed no signs of faltering. “You’ve ruined me,” he said, pained. “I would never have done this before,” he added, pulling away slowly to sit on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. “Would never have stooped so low as to beg anything of you, to pine after you like an obedient hound.” He said more, but it was all spoken in soft mumbles, inaudible to Yuri who desperately wanted, and did not want, to hear all in the same moment. “I never would have let this…this thing, this romance to take up so much of my mind. You’ve done this to me,” he finished—or at least Yuri assumed he had finished. There were several minutes of silence proceeding the accusation, and Wolfram made no moves to run away or to return to his oddly predatory actions of before.

“This isn’t about the girl is it, Wolfram?” Yuri said, scooting closer to Wolfram who neither flinched nor made any motions of closing the distance more. Wolfram didn’t answer, and that was enough of an answer for Yuri. “It’s about before—”

“It’s about everything!” Wolfram exclaimed, his eyes meeting Yuri’s once again with a gaze concocted of pain and anger. “It’s about before, it’s about after, it’s about our engagement—everything.” Yuri saw in Wolfram’s face insecurity and he saw a lack of confidence. Those were two things he refused to take lightly or to overlook. A kiss would not fix them and neither would a hug or consoling words. In reality, Yuri didn’t know what to do, so he guessed. He took a shot in the dark, knowing that if he said the wrong thing he would look more insensitive than he was unaware. And he was extremely unaware.

“I know that everything things start to look good again it goes wrong and things seem to get worse than they were before, but, Wolfram, that’s what life is all about, isn’t it?” He didn’t dare pause. Wolfram’s eyes showed attention, but little other than that and his previous emotions. He would ramble until he was right. Wolfram’s eyes would tell him if he was right whether the demon wanted them to or not. “Sure, not everyone has to deal with the kind of situation that you and I and…he have, but other than that it’s no different. Things won’t just be easy all of a sudden. We have to battle these things, right? So that we can get stronger together. It’s part of life that things go wrong every time they get right, you just can’t let it beat you down so much.” The eyes wavered, but the new emotion was still hazy. “I still want to marry you if you’re still interested, but I can’t stand seeing you tear yourself to pieces every time things go wrong.” He considered adding that it wasn’t Wolfram’s fault that all of the things that happened had unfolded the way that they had, but the eyes that had been pained began to look confused and intrigued.

Then they shifted back to insecurity.

“Yuri—” Wolfram started, but Yuri interjected.

“No. From this point in time, everything bad that happened before is done, alright? Forget the pain and remember the lessons, okay? I know that I can’t control what he does and what you do, but I trust you to make the right decisions to keep yourself safe. If you get hurt because of him because you didn’t want to hurt me by doing whatever it is that he wants, it’ll hurt worse. It’d be like I’m the one hurting you and I can’t even stand the thought of it—”

“No more,” Wolfram said, pressing his lips against Yuri’s softly. There was not a hint of hesitation in his actions, but Yuri found it more pleasing than unsettling. But, he would have had to have been in a coma, if not a vegetative state, to miss the shudder that coursed through Wolfram’s spine when he began to kiss back. The kiss wasn’t long, and the one who started it ended it. “If he comes back I’ll do what’s right,” Wolfram said. “Even if it’s not what you’d agree with.”

“Wolfram,” Yuri said with a warning tone. Wolfram’s lips seemed to curl into a smile, a smirk that reached his eyes and mixed with the dwindling remains of his self-consciousness and ache.

“Trust me,” he said. “Promise that you will.” Yuri nodded and kissed the unmistakably contented, almost cynically delighted, demon on the cheek.

“I promise,” he replied, not completely sure of what he had agreed to, but trusting that it was right.

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“You should have a winter wedding,” Lady Celi said as she walked with the Demon King on the grounds. “It would be so much more romantic and a light snow would really set the mood.”

“I’m not sure about that,” Yuri said with a sigh. “It would just be cold.”

“Oh, but with a layer or two on snow on the ground to shimmer in the clear sunset that only accompanies the colder months it would be quiet the memorable occasion.” Her eyes met with Yuri’s, and although her lips were smiling gently her eyes were unrelenting. For her son there would be nothing besides a winter wedding with snow.

Yuri’s only concern was that the snowy season was not even three months away. He would also have to bring this new idea up to Wolfram who had become more and more snobbish as the days dragged on. Every other sentence ended with “I thought you were supposed to trust me, remember?” It was a royal mess, but Wolfram seemed relieved. His eyes weren’t clouded and he’d come back to life. News of a quickly approaching wedding could possibly make him nervous, but it was more likely that he would become more excited. How he would show that excitement was for the gods to decide.

Wolfram was strange in his ways, but Yuri knew that he would have to trust him. There was no marriage without trust, and with the past behind them and lessons learned, there was room for the trust to grow. He wondered what the maou would have to say about it.

~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: I tried to make it a bit longer than the last chapter page length wise. Now it’s time for the final plots to take hold, as long as I don’t deviate from my course. There is a wedding coming up, and a honeymoon, but you know there’s more to it than that. However, the emotional drama of the previous chapters has reached its peak. It’s all downhill from here.

Until Next Time

Alice Von Wonderland