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Chapter VI

So here is another update The next chapter might not be up until next weekend, school decided to pick up for this up coming week --



Anywho, thank you everyone for your reviews Hope you enjoy this chapter

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--Gwendal POV--



Why the hell in the name of Moah did I end up here, sitting in a cell surrounded by Houryoku! I did not ask for this, and I have no idea what I did to end up here. Those idiotic humans’ and their so called ‘court of justice’, justice my ass! Their primitive nature keeps showing up, and at an alarming rate. Or maybe it is the King’s personality that brings it out?



Yuuri and I went in front of their so called ‘court’, that was surrounded by Houseki. Personal, it was not pleasant at all. However, it was a little bit more manageable when the king grabbed my hand and held it all the way to the pillars. Yes, a bunch of old human men were up on tall pillars. Why were they on tall pillars, maybe compensation? Then they started to babble on about how humans’ and Mazoku are forbidden to be together. I let out a laugh just remembering that. This old human had no idea who the person beside me really was the King of all Mazoku! He is more demon than any of us.



‘I hope the king is alright though …’ the voice that is usually filled with … suggestive tone now sounded worried. Yet, I do not blame it, I am worried about my king as well.



When Yuuri decided not to ‘cut the bond’, they sent him away. I felt sorry for him at that moment. For as long as I have known the king, he always preached about stopping violence and there he was present with a knife to ‘cut’ our ‘bonds’ with. I told him to do it. His response was a strong ‘no’, a squeeze of my hand and a look I could not fully read. I wasn’t too sure what provoked me to ask such a thing, for I knew he wouldn’t. But if it meant that he would get out of here unharmed, then what was a little cut? I already got beaten up with sticks. I do not call them spears because they where not used like them. When using a spear you use the pointed end, not the dull end. Stupid humans.



If it was not for the pain running through my body from the physical wounds and the damn Houseki, I would have smiled at him for his concern for my wellbeing, heck I would have hugged him. Being the eldest, and a demon, it was unusually for someone to care, at least for me. But he did, though too much. Because of me, yes me, my dear innocent king was hurt. I thought we should try leaving, and I thought I could make it further but the damn crystals would not allow and I clasped. I could feel the humans coming closer; however I was not prepared for the king to through himself on top of me.



And that is why I am sitting in a cell, almost brooding. The king was hurt because of me. He sacrificed his well being for my protection. It is almost unbelievable. I have a generally idea where the king is, and hopefully it is not as bad as my imagination plays out. I just hang my head and hope for the best … hope was a strange word. I look at the dolphin he gave me and smiled. Maybe I could hope … for him at least.



--Time skip … not too sure how long--



Great, now I have to listen to a bunch of cocky guards. At least I learned that my dear cousin was here; god I want to strangle him. However, their conversation ended earlier than planned when I saw both fall and a familiar face pop up.



“They got you good, Gwendal” at least it is Conrad and not Wolfram. Nevertheless, I could not argue with his comment, I was the one in the jail cell.



“Brother, are you all right” great he is here too. Conrad I could deal with telling that I have lost the king, but not Wolfram. The damn kid will have a hissy fit.



‘Haha, think what he would do if he found out how you and his fiancée spent the night staying warm. Or the thoughts that have been running through your head …’ well at least the voice was back to normal; with his sexual remarks.



“Don’t push yourself” what a stubborn boy Wolfram has turned into. Even though he has always been this way, sometimes he over does it. He is strong, no doubt, but not strong enough to handle this much Houseki; though I do have to give him some credit.



A little bit more chit-chat, which I hate, and some yelling from my youngest about the fact that I have lost our dear king, which I am already feeling guilty about, and we head out to find him. I just hope that his dumb luck keeps him safe, or at least until I can reach him.



And what happens when we finally find him? He has gone into \'Moah\' mode. I almost sigh at the situation. Well at least we know he is safe, well at least not physically hurt to the point of being in fear of his life. Though to say I am impressed that he could control or even excises maou here is an understatement. We are in a damn field full of Houseki!



“I will kill you” is all that sticks in my head. Yuuri, the king who preaches peace and non violent actions is planning to kill them. I shake my head, this isn’t my Yuuri, this is the Moah.



‘My Yuuri? Wow, aren’t you possessive, and you haven’t even done anything…sexual …’ sometimes I wish that little voice in my head knew when such comments were ill-timed.



A giant hand … I do not blame my brother for being confused. Who summons a giant hand made out of mud? If it wasn’t for the fact that this was a dire situation I would have smacked my own head out of the oddity of it. Yet I was impressed again when a body followed the hand.



“How do we stop it?” was the generally thought between all three of us. However, since it is my fault for getting him into a situation like this, it is my responsibility to stop it. I take one deep breath and head towards it.



I hear them in the background calling my name, but I ignore them. This being is not my king, it is not Yuuri. And if it is not stopped, when Yuuri comes back and finds out what he has done; killed innocent people, the Yuuri I have come to lo … care for will be broken.



“Stop!” I know he will not listen, but it is a good start. What else do you say to the Moah?



He turns to look at me with his black eyes, but they are not the eyes of Yuuri. They are not warm and gentle, but cold and distant. In the last few days I have stared into his eyes long enough to know what they should hold. And I want them back. I want that warmth that … glitter back into his eyes. Most of all I want his stubborn determination back.



“You must stop!” I hope reason will reach him. “Just what in God’s name are you doing? Think about it!” I walk closer to him, even though each step is a struggle.



I finally make it to him. We are face to face now, so close...



“What’s wrong?” Why did you leave?



“How many lives will it take to satisfy you?” how many will it take before you break him?



“Stop this rampage right now.” Stop hurting him!



“Please, Yuuri!” come back … “Dismiss that monstrous puppet!”



I stare into those cold eyes, a look that does not fit his face. They should never be cold like that. I feel myself weaken even more, with the last bit of strength I have left, I take one more step forward and embrace him … okay I hug him. I do not receive anything back, no warmth and no embrace, just his cold voice.



“I admire the sacrifice in your attempt to do what’s right. Very well. In accordance with your compassion, I will withdraw for now” such a cold voice. Well, at least I snapped him out of it. However, when the Moah leaves Yuuri he becomes dead weight and we both fall to the ground; not very gracefully either. Yet I could care less, that cold voice is now gone. Those lips are not meant to have such a sound pass them.



‘What about moaning? Or maybe panting? Heck, he might even be a screamer! Think of the fun in that … though that might do some damage to your hearing … but I have no doubt it would be worth it’ god, didn’t that voice know what just happened? I am about to pass out, the king as already passed out and he is talking about that out of everything! I hit my head against the ground to let out some frustration before blackness claims me.



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Another chapter done! happy dance changed a few things to this chapter, hope you enjoyed it. There will be another chapter or two (maybe three, but that is pushing it) left before this story is finished. Hope you are enjoying it so far
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