[FIC] Clandestine Chapter Two
Title: Clandestine
Chapter: Two
Author: lavariel
Pairing: Murata/Wolf, one-sided Yuuri/Wolf
Summary: Sometimes, pride and prejudice gets in the way of love.
A slap to the right cheek. End of a farce engagement.
Emotionless façade. Utter shock.
“Wolf, what did--”
“Yuuri, I know you’ve been in love twice during our engagement and it had never been me. First it was Laura, the one from Bandarbia who you met during your diplomatic mission. I knew you wrote love letters to her in our room every night for two months when you thought I was already asleep. But then she never replied to your letters, did she? Then you met Karen on Earth. I knew. Murata told me. You started dating during the time you left Shin Makoku, giving an excuse that you had your final exams. It was all a lie. I’m right, aren’t I?” the blond said, scrutinizing green eyes landing on wide dark pools of black. The prince turned his back against the other, leaning on the veranda, golden locks dancing with the morning breeze.
The serene scenery of the castle contrasted against the rising tension between the king and his ex-fiancée. “Everyone played me for a fool. A fool with Shinou’s face,” the cool voice trailed, moisture starting to pool around tender lids. No, he would not lose face now. Not while he still had a chance to end it all. Enough was enough.
“Wolf, I was going to tell everyone eventually but…” downcast black eyes were affixed on the floor in shame, shock and embarrassment.
A cold chuckle reverbated the atmosphere as the blond turned around, smiling bitterly, “When? When the whole of Shin Makoku freezes over?! Like hell you would!”
The king looked up, eyes watering and replied as he stayed rooted to the spot, “Wolf, you’re my best friend. I didn’t want to hurt you!”
“You know Yuuri, the problem is… I don’t want to be the best friend anymore. Four years and all I get are a friendly hug and a sympathetic smile. Do you realize how much you’ve hurt me by not making a decision and leading me on?” the prince’s voice was breaking, casting aside his resolve to not cry and be emotional. The damn wimp was just so insensitive and naïve!
The double black reached over to the other man but his former fiancée backed away, avoiding his touch. He wanted to apologize for everything. The weight of all those wasted years of friendship started to linger in his mind as he struggled to appeal, “Wolfram, I’m sorry but I just can’t… I tried but I just can’t fall in love with you… or with any other man for that matter. I’m sorry.”
At those words, the green-eyed soldier apprehended the king, balling his fists and grabbing onto the black tunic, “You have? Because you never gave any indication that you did.”
Yuuri looked away, unable to meet those fiery green eyes that he’s been sharing his bed all these years. No, he couldn’t fix things over by just saying that he tried. Because he never did. The black-haired boy thought of trying but alas, he never did. It was pathetic and right now, he just wanted to curl into a ball and blame the prejudices that Earth had raised him with. He wanted to wake up to see that this really wasn’t happening, he really wasn’t going to lose one of his best friends over… love?, a distant voice in his head echoed repeatedly. Why does it have to be so complicated?
Love wasn’t supposed to tear people apart. It’s supposed to make you happy, right? Friendship and love are on the same plain. One can’t cause the other to be broken.
The double black replied as he felt the cloth of his tunic ripping from the gripping force of those pale hands, “I just can’t be with a guy, you know that…”
“Oh yes, I know that very well. You made sure everyone knew,” the blond let go, bitterly chuckling once again as he started to walk away from the now crumpled, kneeling form of his king who wept at his feet, muttering an endless and incorrigible chant of sorry and wasted friendships.
“This is going nowhere, Yuuri. For the last time as friends, meet me at the balcony tonight, an hour after the ball,” he said quietly before stopping in his tracks.
Wolfram had made sure that he was at least a few paces away from the king yet close enough for the other to hear his words clearly. He mentally readied himself as he prepared to put another knife into the man who broke his heart over and over for four years.
“Oh and by the way, I’ve been sleeping with your best friend-the Sage.”
Friendship and love were never on the same plain-they were not made to coexist with each other. As the friendships lives, love cannot flourish and when both manage to survive, they break hearts, commit sins of the flesh and… betray the only one who never gave love in this triangle.
Cool, emotionless emerald met shocked black eyes for another time.
As soon as their eye contact broke, the prince started to walk away before ironically muttering, “See you later, Your Majesty. Have a nice day.”
And Wolfram left just like that without turning back.
Tonight, Yuuri would see him again…
…and if love and betrayal could kill…
...he would have been dead a long time ago.
A/N: Thank you for all the wonderful reviews for the previous chapter. Yes, I have decided to make this into a multi-chaptered fic. I’ve sketched out the other parts but have yet to organize them. This will probably have three more installments that I will upload in the course of the month. Thank you for reading. Review. :)