Voiceless

Title: Brokenness

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

Story Contains: Yaoi, Rape, Violence, Language, and most importantly Unrequited Love

Chapter Warnings: Unrequited Love

Summary: Commotion settles in the castle when three meddlesome chambermaids come across something that was attempting to be hidden away. When it is brought to the attention of Yuri, he connects the pieces…even if Wolfram would prefer he hadn’t.

Chapter Number: #4

Author Note: When I upload chapters it will most likely be followed by another one shortly because I write quickly and I am interested in my own plot. Thank you kindly, and we’re back to the plot.

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There was a high pitch scream that reached Yuri’s office where he had been going through paperwork in solitude for the first time in a long time. Alerted, he bolted to his feet and hastily moved towards the door. He peeked his head out and saw the vibrantly coloured skirts of the maids flit around a corner in the hallway.

“Hey! Wait!” He chased after them, knowing that either the voice belonged to one of them, or that they knew where the sound had come from. “Wait!”

“Oh! Your Majesty!” The one in red said, ceasing in motion and turning to face her boss. Against her chest she held a darkly stained bundle that Yuri recognized to be contaminated with either blood or sauce. He knew which one was more likely.

“What’s all the noise about? Has something happened?” The maids looked around at each other, knowing that they really should keep their findings and their knowledge a secret, but secrets shouldn’t be kept from the king.

“Well,” the maid started, looking down at the bundle in her arms. The other two moved in behind her, waiting to add on their own information if she left anything out. “I found these sheets this morning, and they have blood in them so—” The maid in green forced her way to the front, feeling that the story was taking too long.

“And early yesterday morning, Lord Gwendal came to me asking for fresh sheets for Lord Wolfram’s room!” The third maid forced her way in front of her two friends and finished the statement.

“When I went to place the sheets there weren’t any on the bed to begin with and there weren’t any in the laundry! So when we found those we knew that they had to have belonged to Lord Wolfram!” Yuri’s eyes widened. Blood on Wolfram’s sheets which he disposed of in secret…and Gwendal was in on it.

“Wolfram?”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” The three maids said in unison.

“Where is he?” He asked, hoping that the maids would be more helpful to him than the others had been. Even Conrad seemed upset with him for calling off his engagement to Wolfram so “harshly” as it was put. He made the connection that the reason Wolfram was staying so secluded didn’t have to do with him, it was whatever caused him to loose so much blood. Whatever caused him to strain his voice from screaming.

“I assume that he’s in his room, Your Majesty. He’s begun taking his meals there.” Yuri sighed. That was at least some good news.

“At least he’s eating now. I’m going to go check on him. Please don’t tell anyone where I’m going if they come looking for me, alright?” The maids all nodded eagerly. “I want to take a little break from all of those papers for a while.”

“Of course, Your Majesty.” The maids watched Yuri begin to walk briskly down the hall in the direction of Wolfram’s quarters and then looked to each other. “Do you think that…”

“That King Yuri will confront Wolfram and care for him in his hour of need?”

“Which means…King Yuri might fall back in love with Lord Wolfram!” They continued their movements towards the final resting place of the soiled bed linens giddily.

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Yuri knocked on Wolfram’s door softly, feeling oddly out of place and acutely tuned in for any sounds that might indicate that someone else was coming. He didn’t want caught by Gwendal or anyone else who might interfere. He preferred to take care of this important matter on his own.

“Wolfram? It’s me, Yuri.” He shook his head. Why bother introducing himself? Wolfram would know who he was. “Can I come in? I want to talk to you.”

Wolfram stared at the door from his seat in front of the window that looked out to a view he never saw. Why bother asking? You know you’ll just barge in anyway, he thought bitterly. He stopped his thoughts before they could call His Highness a wimp.

“Wolfram? Are you there?” He knocked again, and sighed.

Wolfram was surprised. It appeared that Yuri wasn’t going to enter without his permission. He is too wimpy to be the Demon King…

“Please, Wolfram. I just want to talk to you. You don’t have to open the door, just give me a sign so I know you’re in there.” He paused and listened. “I know you can’t talk so please, just make a noise. Punch the door, set it on fire, do something! Wolfram!” The less reaction he got the more paranoid he became. He was certain that Wolfram was in the room, but he wasn’t sure of what condition he was in, whether he was asleep, awake, or dead. “Wolfram, you’re scaring me plea—”

The door yanked open violently, but Wolfram’s face looked as empty as it had before, no emotions showed on his face or in his eyes. His posture, however, was as rigid as always. Wolfram snorted and moved to the side, allowing Yuri entrance.

“Thanks, Wolfram,” the Demon King said as he moved past the door cautiously. It slammed shut hard behind him.

Wolfram moved back over to his seat at the window and tried to hide the fact that he was aware that Yuri was looking over his bed closely. Examining it.

There was no way Yuri knew about that. It was a secret between him and Gwendal, and Gwendal would sooner die than betray that trust. At least he hoped so.

“Listen,” Yuri said, sitting on the edge of the bed closest to Wolfram’s seat at the window. “I know you’re mad at me, and you have all the right to be, but I’m worried about you. Gwendal told me you lost your voice from shouting—” Yuri didn’t see it, but Wolfram’s eyes widened in pain. “—and I know that with your powers you could heal yourself. So… can you tell me why you won’t talk to me?” Wolfram stiffened and crossed his legs firmly. It was obvious why he didn’t want to talk to Yuri! How dare he waste his time asking!

Several minutes passed by without Yuri pressing and without Wolfram making any indications that he was going to say a word or make a gesture. The fact was unsettling to Yuri, but for Wolfram it was comforting. He knew that, eventually, Yuri would leave. Eventually. If he just stayed quiet long enough…nothing hard in that.

“Who hurt you, Wolfram? I mean, besides me.” Wolfram stiffened more that Yuri had expected. It was as if every bone and muscle in his body had turned to straight, stiff steel. And then he jerked, his body turning to face Yuri instead of the window, his face that was mad…possessed.

“It’s none of your business!” Wolfram’s lips displayed. The heated silence melted Wolfram’s look of hate to one that rivaled sadness and once more he turned his back to Yuri.

“Please, Wolfram. I just want to help you.” He stood from his seat on the bed and touched Wolfram’s shoulder, only to have the blonde jerk away from his touch.

“Why?” Wolfram’s lips moved; Yuri saw them reflected in the glass along with a look of enraged brokenness. “Why?” Yuri didn’t know why question to answer first.

Why would he bother to help him, or why did he crush his love?

~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: I thought I’d keep only one location in this chapter, unlike last time where I placed in several small plots at one time to give length and to save chapter spacing. Please enjoy. Another chapter will be coming very soon.

Until Next Time

R&R

Alice Von Wonderland