Voiceless

Title: Understanding

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

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

Chapter Warnings: Unrequited Love, A Simile

Summary: Yuri tries to talk with Wolfram, but knows that he probably isn’t getting through to the damaged one. Knowing that he needs to allow Wolfram peace, he eventually leaves, but does Wolfram really want him to go? And if he doesn’t, does he know that himself?

Chapter Number: #5

Author Note: A soft attempt at a sad chapter

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“Wolfram, please tell me who hurt you so I can track them down and make them pay for it.” Wolfram shook his head violently.

“I’m not injured!” Wolfram breathed silently. Yuri was hardly able to read the words as the slipped by.

“Gwendal told me you were screaming and then this morning maids found…the maid found—” It was hard to talk to someone who wasn’t listening. And he was sure that Wolfram was no longer listening. He had his hands pressed over his ears, his eyes closed tightly, exhaling loud enough to drown out any sounds. Wolfram stayed that way even after Yuri had stopped talking, and that was what made him sure that he wasn’t being listened to. “Oh, Wolfram,” he said softly, knowing that he pushed too hard.

He placed his hand gently on Wolfram’s elbow, signaling to him that he could lower his hands from his ears. Emerald eyes shot open fast and then the hands were lowered slowly. It was done, he assumed. Yuri had attempted to force him to relive the wretched nightmare that he had had and now it was over. He didn’t want to think about that dream anymore.

“It’s okay, Wolfram,” Yuri said, smiling nearly sadly. “I’ll go.” Wolfram watched in puzzled silence as the Demon King moved towards the door. That was it? He came to tell him he knew what he had dreamed and then left? That was all he wanted? To torment him with his presence…

He growled deep in his throat. Everyone thought that the new Demon King was caring and compassionate. They’d never assume that he was able to mock his ex-fiancé so viciously.

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“I told you not to bother Wolfram,” Gwendal said, a hint of anger and a dash of frustration in his usually demanding voice. He was looming over Yuri’s desk and ignoring Gunter’s complaints that His Highness shouldn’t be bothered and he was working very hard.

“I just wanted to make sure he was aright,” Yuri whined. “I’m worried about him.”

“You don’t need to be worried about him. He’s perfectly capable of taking care of himself.” Gwendal’s eyes were scrunched into a glare and ignored Gunter’s continuous string of comments that reflected concerns for Wolfram as well as for Yuri’s work.

“But Gwendal…I feel like it’s my fault!”

“Nonsense!” Gwendal spat firmly. “It has absolutely nothing to do with you and you need to let it be.”

“That’s not true! Wolfram was hurt by someone in this castle and if I don’t catch the person he may hurt someone else!” Yuri produced a glare the attempted to rival Gwendal’s dark scowl, but it failed. Gwendal’s eyes were naturally cold; when he was angry it amplified.

“Did it ever even cross your mind that he may have done it to himself?” Yuri growled.

“Wolfram isn’t like that! Even if he’s upset! He wouldn’t hurt himself!” He began panting with rage. Why was Gwendal making so light of his brother’s assault?

“Fine, but why do you think that he even knows who attacked him? He may not even remember, he might not have been conscious, he might not have seen his face!” Gwendal slammed his fist down on Yuri’s desk and the paper stacks stirred, only stopped from toppling as Gunter pressed against them.

“Gwendal! Please restrain yourself!” Gunter babbled as he corrected each stack that wiggled and moved towards collapse.

“Leave Wolfram be,” Gwendal said firmly, pronouncing each word more violently than the next. Yuri’s eyes widened and he moved back a step. Perhaps he had misjudged Gwendal’s previous statements. It wasn’t that he wanted Wolfram to be left entirely to himself to fix his problems on his own. It seemed more like Gwendal wanted to be the one to resolve it. And with a sad sigh of resignation, Yuri felt that Gwendal really was the best man for the job.

After all, he had allowed Wolfram’s heart to open up to him, allowed it to be pressed into his hand and then, rather than having it yanked away as he had always been hoping for, he himself clenched his fist around it in what, he was sure, Wolfram saw as acceptance. That heart swelled in his hand, it started to bond with him, and at the first signs of that true feeling, he didn’t hand the heart back, he fisted it in his hand and crushed it into more pieces than could ever be put back in place and tossed those fragments onto the ground and trampled them. And he knew that each time he stepped closer to the man he was afraid to love, he stepped on a fallen shard and broke it into more pieces.

Maybe it was best if Gwendal moved closer to Wolfram. Maybe it was best if he allowed Gwendal to fix the problem that he couldn’t reach without causing more harm.

“Alright, Gwendal,” Yuri said, sitting down in his chair once more and scanned the top of the desk with his eyes. “But you have to promise me that you’ll help Wolfram to get better.” Gwendal looked at him in reserved surprise. Yuri never gave in that easily. Perhaps he was finally seeing reason.

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It was late and Greta was still awake waiting for him in his room when he returned for sleep. She looked troubled and that didn’t help his mood any. He was already tired…drained, and if Greta was upset he knew it was his job as her father figure to try to cheer her up.

“What’s wrong, Greta?” He asked, sitting next to her on the bed. Her large eyes scanned him slowly and then looked away.

“I went to go visit Wolfram today, but he didn’t seem happy to see him. Do you think he’s mad at me, Yuri?” She asked urgently. Her eyes welled with tears and Yuri knew that it wasn’t like Wolfram to take out their problems on…well…sort of their daughter.

“No, Greta. Wolfram’s not mad at you, he’s…” He paused. What could he tell her that wouldn’t worry her? He couldn’t lie to Greta, it didn’t seem right. She had a right to know what was happening, but if he told her that Wolfram was hurt she might worry too much. Or word might spread and someone else would know that Wolfram was vulnerable. “He’s just…sad.” He nodded. “Yeah, Wolfram’s upset at me.”

“He’s not mad at you, Yuri,” Greta said firmly. “He’s not!” Yuri looked at her surprised and confused. She sounded so sure, but he knew that Greta had a strong tendency to blame herself.

“Well I know he’s not mad at you, Greta. But I really upset him the other day so—”

“He’s not mad at you, Yuri! He was in here last night and he visited me, but only after I called to him! He was looking at you, Yuri! He wasn’t mad!” She whimpered softly. “I couldn’t see his face, but I know he wasn’t angry, and he left after I talked to him.” Yuri stroked her hair gently and she leaned against his side heavily.

“He didn’t want you to wake me up, that’s why he left. Don’t blame yourself, Greta. You’ll make Wolfram even sadder.” She sighed softly, but agreed.

“Alright,” she said quietly, and it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep. Yuri followed her into unconsciousness soon after, and neither of them woke when Wolfram entered their room in the middle of the night, nor did they when he left hours later when the sun began to rise.

~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I wanted to show more emotions of more people to give it a more realistic atmosphere. Issues within families involve more than one person, so I thought I would incorporate that with Gwendal and Greta. Gunter isn’t really in this story much, his hyperactivity wouldn’t come in handy just yet.

Until Next Time

Alice Von Wonderland