Yuri's Secret

Yuri’s Secret
Sequel to: “Wolfram’s Bruise”
Written by: Chochowilliams
Crossover: Gravitation
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:
Warning: angst, drama, fantasy, language, m/m, Yuri/Wolfram
Insert: Shuichi and Eiri from "Grvaitation"
A/N: Thank you to rhia, lilgurlanima, Geminirose, Charlie-becks, Xzanayu, alice22, KitsuneKiri for your reviews. If I forgot anyone, I apologize. I always love hearing from you guys. You push me into finishing my stories. I apologize that this takes so long to get out, but truthfully, I am running out of steam for this story. So if it seems a bit rushed and not up to my usual standards, I’m sorry.

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Chapter 5: Yuri’s Fifth Secret

Present Time - Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Japan

Standing at the closed sliding glass doors that led out onto the balcony that stretched around the entire condominium, the metal, glass and neon lights that was Tokyo stretched out before him for as for as the eye could see. The breathtakingly beautiful sight continued to remain unseen by the obsidian eyes watching her. They were instead captivated by a very different city that was superimposed over the true city of lights. It was a sight only those eyes darker than night could see. Neither could he could hear his cousin babbling away happily from the kitchen of the condominium he shared with his longtime partner, the romance novelist Eiri Yuki, where the newlyweds were preparing some tea and cakes.

Yuri reached out and touched the glass tentatively.

“You’re gross!”

“Pervert!”

“Freak!”

He jerked his hand back as if he’d been scorched.

It was…What was it? What was the right word to describe the events that occurred that miserably rainy day thirteen years ago in Boston? He’d snuck out of the hotel where they’d been staying against his parents, as well as Shori’s, wishes in order to see Kojiro. He’d liked Kojiro. The older boy had been his first friend, his best friend he remembered calling him at the time, as well as his first crush, his first love. Even as the dark storm clouds turned day into night, as bolts of lightning ripped the sky apart, as thunder shook the very air, as rain continued to pound into his skin like thousands of needles, as the warmth slowly trickled out of him, he had remained there hidden under the slid waiting for Kojiro, hoping that by some slim chance he too would sneak out, just as eager to see him.

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Thirteen years Ago - Boston, Massachusetts, USA

“Yu-chan! Yu-chan!”

Soaked and chilled to the bone, Yuri froze. He prayed it was not Mama or Daddy or, even worse, Big Brother Shori. They would surely force him to return to the hotel before he had a chance to see Kojiro. Shori said last night as they were getting ready for bed that they were leaving Boston and returning home tomorrow. When he asked Mama if that was true, she said it was. Now that Daddy was finished with the work that had brought them all halfway around the world there was no reason to remain here. Besides, summer vacation was almost over with and classes would be starting fairly soon. So this would be his last chance to see Kojiro before they left. Their fathers may work for the same company but while his father worked at the company headquarters in Minato, Kojiro’s father worked at the Akita branch. There would be little chance of ever seeing Kojiro after today. Cautiously, he lifted his head at the sound of his name, peered through the curtain of raven black bangs dripping with water, and glanced around the park.

He was delighted that who he spotted tearing through the deserted park towards him was neither his parents nor Shori, but Kojiro. His mood did a one-eighty, going instantly from despondent to ecstatic. Grinning like a madman, he called loudly over the sound of the pounding rain, “Ko-kun,” as his face grew warm and his stomach started getting that funny feeling it usually did when he saw Kojiro. Jumping up and down, he waved wildly.

He did come! He did!

So intent he was on being able to see Kojiro one last time, he failed to notice the figure lurking up behind him until the dark shadow engulfed him.

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Present - Chiyoda-ku, Tokyo, Japan

He had been on the verge of giving up all hope of seeing Kojiro one last time before they were to return home to Japan when Kojiro had appeared from out of nowhere shouting his name, waving and smiling that gorgeous smile of his that had always caused him to blush and send those butterflies in his stomach a flutter. He had been so happy! It seemed as if Kojiro too had defied his parents’ orders and snuck out of the house to see him. What he had not counted on was that unlike him, Kojiro had brought his older brother Ren along with him.

“Well, well,” Ren purred. “So this is your little ‘girlfriend‘, eh, ‘Ko-kun‘?”

Kojiro strode forward and clasped Yuri‘s cold, wet hand. “Yes,” he confirmed proudly with a stubborn lift of his chin.

“She’s very cute little brother,” Ren winked.

Kojiro blushed madly. “Shut up!”

Ren chuckled. “But…” His dark gaze scanned the five-year-old whose yellow dress clung to the tiny frame. “I didn’t know you swung that way.”

Kojiro blinked blankly. “What?”

Ren beamed a wide smile at his little brother. “You should’ve just told me you were gay.”

Yuri tightened his grip around the green handle-less teacup with its white silhouette of bamboo. The masala chai had long since grown cold.

His face red, Kojiro shouted, “I am not gay!”

“Oh?” Ren lifted an eyebrow. He threw a glance at Yuri.

Yuri was not sure what was going on or what this “gay” was supposed to be, but he was getting a bad feeling. Maybe sneaking out of the hotel was not such a good idea after all. He tried prying his hand out of Kojiro’s, but the older boy’s grasp was too tight.

“Then why are you holding his hand?”

Confused, Kojiro blinked. “What?” What was his older brother playing at? “I’m not. I’m holding her hand.”

“Not you’re not.”

“Yes I am!”

Ren sighed. This runaround was getting old quickly. “Look, quit denying it. I’m not going to be mad. I’m not going to tell Mom or Dad and I’m not going to stop you from seeing little Yu-chan here. If you’re gay, you’re gay. There’s no shame in it.”

Something snapped in Kojiro. “I am not gay! If I was then why would I be holding Yu-chan‘s hand?” he demanded angrily.

“Exactly.”

All the anger drained out of Kojiro at once. “Huh?”

Eiri’s own teacup was one he had received from Shuichi this past Christmas. It was a black lacquered handle-less cup with a brown rim. The characters for “good fortune” and “long life” were visible on either side of the cup. Rotating his wrist, he watched in hypnotic fascination as the liquid swirled around within the cup, creating a vortex.

Now he knew why his baka husband wanted him to speak with his baka cousin, even though Shuichi himself had had a similar experience.

When he halted the movement of his wrist, the vortex vanished as the last of the now cold tea slowly came to a standstill. The dregs settled at the bottom.

They really were the same, Yuri and him. Their experiences were not quite the same, but he could understand what the younger man was going through much more than Shuichi could.

“…I wish I could tell you that…”

Yuri lifted his head and stared at his cousin’s partner.

Eiri lifted his gaze from the small gritty particles at the bottom of his teacup to the young man sitting opposite him on the sofa. “…You can pretend all you want that it never happened, but in the end you’ll only be hurting not only yourself, but the others around you.”

Yuri dropped his gaze and watched his fingers squirm around the smooth surface of the cup. He’d been spending so long running from his past and looking behind him to see if it was following him that he’s almost run right passed his future. He’d come so close to losing…everything.

“It’s not something that you’ll ever forget.”

Yuri nodded slowly. That he knew, all too well.

“You can try all you want, but just when you think you’ve locked it up tight in a sealed drum encased in cement and buried it at the bottom of the ocean, it’ll resurface to slap you upside the head. If that happens, it’ll be like reliving the horrid event all over again so it’s best to confront your past before something like that happens. But just tackling your demons head on will not make them go away. This is something that’ll be with you for the rest of your life whether you like it or not. Some days will be better than others. Most days you’ll be fine and then out of the blue…You’ll not want to get out of bed, but as long as you have people who love and support you around you, you’ll never be alone.”

“Never be alone,” Yuri repeated. An image of Wolfram popped into his mind. A smile slowly curled his lips. Warmth spread through him. Yeah. That was right. He had his husband and their three beautiful children. If he had them, then he would be able to move passed this hurdle. “Yeah,” he whispered. Raising his head, he stared confidently at the golden-eyed man opposite him. “Thank you, Eiri.”

Eiri inclined his head. “Anytime.”

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The Next Day - Covenant Castle - Great Demon Kingdom

Yuri sat on the low stone wall surrounding the garden in the courtyard of Covenant Castle twirling a Mighty Yuri flower in his fingers. The new flower developed by Lady Celi reminded him of the Black Nasturtium flowers his grandmother used to grow. There were supple differences between the two however. The leaves and flower buds of the Mighty Yuri were not edible like those of the Nasturtium. In fact, if ingested, the Mighty Yuri was poisonous. Though not edible, the Mighty Yuri did have the same soft, sweet scent and attracted the Tori birds that hung around outside the castle walls. Where the petals of the Nasturtium were a deep red and the stamens were yellow, the Mighty Yuri had black petals as well as black stamen. The black was a deep raven’s black color. There was no hint of a blue or purple hue. It was pure, unadulterated black and it was beautiful. He wondered if that made him narcissistic.

A squeal of laughter punched through the bright morning.

Yuri lifted his head from the flower to gaze out across the courtyard to where his husband and children were gathered on a large blanket that had been spread out in the shade. He smiled at the sight.

“Did you tell him?” spoke a sudden soft voice from behind him.

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The Night Before

He watched Wolfram from the shadows. The Prince Consort cuddled their son in his arms gently so as not to constrict, but securely enough to be protected from the vile creatures of the night. The moonlight shone in through the window that had been left open to allow a gentle breeze to caress away the oppressive humidity from the day.

Long gone was the blue Lieutenant’s uniform. It having been replaced when they were married by a similar uniform in the color that represented the noblest of royalty and his new station. The curly golden locks had forgone their monthly trim for several months now and his hair now hung past his shoulder blades. He for one liked Wolfram’s hair as it was. It gave him something to hold onto. He wondered if that was why Wolfram loved his hair as long as it was.

Wolfram walked to the crib and carefully placed a slumbering Rei within. Folding an arm along the railing, he traced his son’s cheeks lightly. “It’s about time you got back, you damned wimp.”

Chuckling, Yuri parted ways with the shadows and stepped out into the light. “How long’ve you known I was there?”

“Since you arrived,” Wolfram snorted.

Yuri shook his head. He should have known. Crossing the room, he came to stand behind his husband. Wrapping an arm possessively around Wolfram’s waist, he watched his son as the two month old slept peacefully.

“So?” Wolfram demanded to know.

Sighing, Yuri stepped back.

Curious, Wolfram turned to regard him.

Yuri took hold of Wolfram’s hand. Lacing their fingers together, he gently pulled his out of the nursery and to their adjoining chamber.

“Yuri? What-?”

“We have to talk.”

Knowing to what his King and husband was referring, Wolfram merely nodded.

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Present

“Yes,” Yuri answered.

The Great Sage stepped forward. In his gold trimmed black uniform and glasses that had an annoying habit of not staying in place, Ken Murata did not seem to have aged a day since he returned to the Great Demon Kingdom. Jennifer Shibuya was as determined as ever to discovery the reason why.

“What I could remember anyway,” Yuri added.

Ken frowned. “Strange.”

“What is?”

“When you and your demon half merged when you became of age, you should have gained all of his memories.”

“I did,” Yuri said distantly.

Until the age of sixteen, all Demons had essentially two sides. They were not unlike how he himself had been when he first came to the Great Demon Kingdom. There was the outer-self and the inner-self. The outer-self was the everyday façade. It was the you minus the magical abilities each full blooded and some half-blooded demon was born with. Basically, this was the “human” half. Then there was the inner-self, which was where their powers resided. This was their demon side. When a Demon child becomes of age, they had to choose how they were going to live their lives. For a half-breed that child had to choose whether they wanted to live as a Human or a Demon. For a Demon, this was also when their two sides started merging. When that happened, all the memories that both sides held merged as well.

“Hm.” Ken pondered that conundrum. If even after Yuri merged with his demon half he still could not remember the events of that day, then what did that mean? Did that mean that it hadn’t been his demon half that stepped in after all? This was something he would have to research further. Ken cast his friend a contemplative look out of the corner of his eye. Then again, there was always the possibility that Yuri was not being entirely truthful. Was if he did in fact remember what occurred during the time he supposedly “blacked out”? But why would he continue to lie even after promising to divulge everything? Just what was he hiding?

“Wimp!”

His heart jumping out of his chest, Yuri’s head snapped around.

“What are you two doing over there?” Wolfram demanded.

Sighing, Yuri rose to his feet. “Just talking, Wolf.”

Wolfram narrowed his emerald green eyes.

Besides him, Ken chuckled.

Yuri slid him a glare. “Shut up.”

That caused Ken to chuckle harder.

As the two of them started across the courtyard towards where Wolfram and the children were lounging, Yuri suddenly remembered something that he’d wanted to ask the Sage about. “Say, Murata.”

“Yes?”

“The other day, I noticed that Rei and Sera…Well, Sera felt as if she had a slight fever and Rei felt a little cold to the touch. Is that…? You don’t think there’s-?”

“Oh, so you noticed huh?” Ken pushed his glasses further up his nose.

“Huh?”

“Don’t worry Shibuya. There’s nothing to worry about. It’s normal.”

“What?” Yuri turned towards his friend. “What do you mean normal?”

“Look, Shibuya,” Ken turned towards him. “They’re just developing their powers.” He shrugged. “That’s all.”

“Their…powers?”

“Yup and from what I’ve been able to gather, Prince Rei will have control over water much like your primary element and Princess Sera will control fire like Lord Bielefelt.”

Yuri gulped. Seraphina will have power over fire? Dear Great One help them all. That was all they needed. A female Wolfram.

“Wimp!”

Yuri jumped. “Coming!”

Grinning, Ken watched his best friend race across the courtyard. His face fell as he watched the happy family.

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A/N: Hey guys. I know. I know. I didn’t fully explain what happened to Yuri that rainy day in Boston. That was done on purpose. I gave you guys all the clues you need to formulate your own conclusions about what might (or might not) have happened. Don’t bother asking, because I’m not going to tell you whether you’re right or wrong. LOL! Anyway, that’s it! Thank you guys. All of you. For sticking by me. I love you all!