Voiceless

Title: Revenge

Pairing: Wolfram X Yuri

Rating: M

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

Chapter Warnings:

Summary: Wolfram made another promise to Greta, and again he didn’t keep it. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice…you know how it is.

Chapter Number: #9

Author Note: Actually a very lighthearted chapter. I thought I would lay off the drama a bit and allow you all to come up for air.

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He didn’t cry, that was the only positive thing about Wolfram’s evening. He didn’t cry and no one tried to stop him as he ran for his room, ignoring the shooting pain that he knew wasn’t supposed to exist. It had all been a bad dream, so why did that pain still burn inside of him? Why wasn’t that pain attacking the festering wound in his heart that both Yuri and Greta seemed so fond of rubbing salt in? He couldn’t sleep in Yuri’s bed! Yuri couldn’t sleep in his bed! Yuri knew he’d been in his room at night, he’d known that he’d craved his presence…and then he let it slip that he still loved him, he’d forgotten that if he moved his lips, sounds would follow.

The feelings hurt, they put more salt in the wound than Yuri could, but alone they couldn’t extract any more water. The petals of his love were dried and dead. The only thing still alive was a wilting, thorned stem that no one would ever reach for without a blossom to attract their eyes.

He unsheathed his sword and tossed it next to his pillow on his bed before darkening the lights and lying down beside it. It was time to stop thinking now. It was time to sleep.

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When he woke up the first colour he saw was ginger…and then black. Then as his eyes focused, Wolfram realized what he was looking at and screamed. It started loud, warbled, cracked, and then when into silence and he tasted the coppery flavor of blood in his mouth and whimpered without making a sound.

Yuri was in his bed with Greta there as well. How cruel, using the child as a buffer to keep him from getting angry. He’d never been more humiliated, more enraged that he was when Yuri lifted his head and grinned at him. He would rather have had the entire Demon Kingdom be the witness to his disownment than have the Demon King smirking at him like that.

“Oh, good morning, Wolfram.” Greta stirred, but didn’t open her eyes. “You shouldn’t yell like that, you’ll wake her up. It’s still early.” Wolfram’s mouth moved rapidly and no sounds came out. “Did you hurt your voice again, Wolfram?” Wolfram snarled, but it was like a film on mute. “What? Don’t like payback, or something?”

“Payback?” Wolfram mouthed angrily.

“Yeah. You see, I thought that since I woke up almost every morning to find you in my bed, it would be a good idea to bother you in your bed.” Yuri was acting like nothing had ever happened the previous night. Some parts of Wolfram liked that, but other parts felt like crying again. He’d accidentally confessed that the reason he was hurt was because he still felt love, not because his ego was bruised, and Yuri responded by ignoring the comment completely. It just made him more angry.

“I hate you!” Wolfram’s lips formed. Yuri’s expression didn’t change.

“And besides, Greta was upset that you didn’t come to tuck her in.” Wolfram sighed.

“I forgot,” he mouthed. Once again he’d put sleep before Greta, but could anyone really hold it against him? Yuri was making it hard for him to keep those promises.

“So I came to get you, and when I saw you were asleep again I told her you said we could both sleep in your room tonight.” Yuri blinked softly. “I told her that you must’ve fallen asleep while she was changing into her pajamas. It didn’t bother her.”

“Thank you,” Wolfram whispered with great pain. He had made a mistake, and Yuri had corrected it without calling him out in front of Greta.

“And, Wolfram?” Wolfram nodded, but didn’t look Yuri in the eyes. He felt that he knew what was coming. “I’m sorry about before. I didn’t mean it.” Wolfram allowed for a puzzled expression to occupy his face. Before? A lot of things happened as vaguely as before. Did he mean ever proposing in the first place? For not taking it back once he realized what it meant? Or was he apologizing for their conversation last night at dinner? Or was he off all together? Maybe it was something else. Yuri didn’t elaborate.

At least not with words.

While Wolfram’s eyes dropped to the bedspread, Yuri leaned carefully over Greta’s sleeping body and grabbed Wolfram’s chin with his hand. Wolfram flinched, but didn’t have time to pull away before the firm lips of the Demon King pressed against his own.

~Alice Von Wonderland

Closing Note: I thought I’d end it on a positive and hopeful note.

Until Next Time

R&R

Alice Von Wonderland