[Fic] [Round 1] Christmas Blood, R
Author: Mirai Kurosaki
Characters/Pairings: Wolfram, Yuri
Word Count: 925
Rating: R
Warnings: Very slight graphic details, self induced pain (death?), small spoiler for episode 65
Theme/Prompt: Holiday
A/N: Though Christmas is a time for peace, joy, and love, I decided to illustrate how a broken heart and obsession can taint even the happiest of holidays. I like irony.
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The sparkling trinkets that adorned the walls of the hallway curl the corners of my lip into a smile. I take a step back and admire my handy work with a critical eye.
Yes, it will do just fine.
Yuri had brought Christmas to The Great Demon Kingdom only last year yet I am certain I have memorized the various rituals performed. I mentally check off my list including the embellishments that were required for this festival. Though many decorations have been installed, I figure a few more will not do any harm.
My smile droops into a frown though as I recall how this holiday brought only an inconvenience. It is yet another thing that will occupy Yuri and distract him from my presence. It is yet another excuse for him to brush me and my emotions aside.
This situation is the blade that had cut the thread that had preserved my heart whole. After countless moments of rejected affection, I had adapted to stitch the torn pieces of my heart back together. The only difficulty with that is the reality of a bleeding heart. It can only bleed so much.
And my blood had run dry.
“Ah, well,” I sigh and I barely recognize the sadness coating my words.
Satisfied with my work, I glimpse down the end of the hall. There is a window and I note the snow. I am in awe by its existence. It does not snow often here and I recall Yuri once detailing the meaning behind a ‘white Christmas’.
I nearly chuckle at the piling snow for it resembles me. I am just another snowflake. Though unique, I ultimately fade and pile on with the others until I am crushed beneath the weight of them.
I have no time to admire the snow or fashion analogies, I reminded myself. I shift my heels and return to my private quarters. It is deathly quiet for it is quite late but I do not hesitate. I rummage through one of my drawers until I discover what I hunt for. With a breath of triumph, I withdraw a silken sheathe.
Grasping it in one hand, I erect myself up and trot out. With a goal in mind, I permit myself to enter Yuri’s room after confirming no one has seen me though it hardly matters at this point.
The door protests the invasion as it groans. Ignoring its resistance, I shut the door once I’m inside and I enable the lock.
No one will interfere.
Yuri shifts and rolls onto what is typically my side of the bed. My face softens and the smile plastered upon my countenance widens. Somewhere in the confines of my mind, I hear a voice declaring my insanity as I approach Yuri’s sleeping from.
I sit myself comfortably beside his form in a fluid motion. The indentation I create in the bed is enough to disturb Yuri from his slumber and I almost regret waking him. I stay still though and observe inaudibly as he releases a yawn while he rubs his eye.
He notices me instantly when his head turns. “W-Wolfram…” his beautiful voice whispers, “W…What’s going on? It’s really late. Are you okay? Wh-”
I press a finger to my lips, indirectly silencing him from his rant. “It’s Christmas, Yuri,” I claim.
Yuri blinks, probably in confusion to my statement. “Y-Yeah…I…guess so. Wolfram, what the heck is going on? You look different. You okay?”
I hum in contemplation. “You know, Yuri,” I begin, not entirely sure if I have even heard him correctly, “I decided I would be the first to give you a Christmas gift. That’s what you do on Christmas, no? Exchange gifts.”
Eyebrows furrowed ever so handsomely, my double black fiancé utters, “Uh…Yeah bu-”
“Do you love me, Yuri?”
“W-WHAT!?”
The reaction does not faze me. Nothing does anymore.
“I love you.”
His large and charming eyes study me but I sense the fear and uncertainty behind them. “Wolfram…”
I hear my throat release a chuckle as I lazily draw out the golden handled dagger from its cradle. Its gleam is enough of a threat and Yuri tenses physically. “I’m not going to harm you, my dear Yuri,” I assure with what I assume to be a soothing voice.
When he only gulps, I continue. “I’m going to prove how much I truly love you. I said it once before, don’t you recall?”
“Huh?”
“I would sacrifice my life for love.”
Yuri’s eyes dance over the dagger and the deadly grip with which I held it. “Wolfram…don-mmph!”
The dagger’s haunting and captivating essence have seduced Yuri’s attention, permitting me to successfully stroke my lips along his.
It is my first and final kiss with my King.
Before he registers the action, I draw back and plunge the dagger’s jagged tip into my body.
I croak and my eyes widen involuntarily. The shredding and collapse of my flesh embodies the fall of my mind and heart. Like the poor stitching in my heart, my body also unravels as skin breaks and nerves snap.
I hear myself dying amidst someone’s cry. I suspect the horrified scream comes from Yuri but I can barely hear anymore.
I shakily glance up and I sense blood trickling over my lips. The blackness swallowing me is meshing with Yuri’s dark hair as my vision deteriorates.
I demand my still intact nerves to force a smile upon my bloody lips, however, as I whisper to my beloved, “Merry Christmas, Yuri.”
And like a Christmas snowflake, I melt.
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