Teach me sadness and pain (WolframxYuurixMuraKen)
Title: Teach me sadness and pain
Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama
Music: None
Summary: What's this, Wolfram is cheating on Yuuri? What happened? Why is everyone hiding it? But what's the point of hiding anyway, now that Yuuri had saw it in his own two eyes? He felt betrayed and angry and there is only one person who is there...the Tsuki... his very own bestfriend who promised to help him no matter what. But what will our merciful maou do? If he had grown to love Wolfram? And what's more...the Sage is hiding something that can confuse the king more...
This photo inspired me to write the previous chapters. But it isn't mine! I found it in this community and i sort of edit it. It's allowed right? I just like it... It isn't mine! Just an inspiration!
Chapter Three: Torrent Grief
(Wolfram Bielefeld Centric)
He knew it was wrong. Yes, it was wrong from the very beginning. But what drove him to be in this one-sided affair? Perhaps it was the torrent grief that was buried in his heart since they were engaged.
Corporal Lancelot Marguerite is an honorable man. Despite his lineage, he rises to the top.
He came from an average pheasant family. His father is a farmer and his mother is a typical housewife. But because of his perseverance and in order to protect the country he loved, he joined the army twenty years ago, in the war. Because of his built, he learned the art of swordsmanship for a short period. He had been assigned as Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld’s personal bodyguard. It was when he fell in love his Lord. And when the war was finished, Wolfram himself had mastered the sword and maryoku.
He joined the army as a regular soldier and with his hard work; he got the place as Corporal. He said that it would be inferior if Lord Wolfram, the prince, shall have a lover below his standards. But then, Shibuya Yuuri, the 27th Maou proposes to the blond. Of course, there are no other people that will be more worthy to him as the Maou. And so, Lancelot distanced himself from him.
Wolfram thought at first that he will only stay at Yuuri’s side for pride. But as time goes by, the more he follows the king, the more he admired the young monarch. He is gentle and kind to almost anyone, he follows his heart. And before Wolfram knew it, he fell in love with Shibuya Yuuri; the person he THOUGHT would never love him. In the place where he came from, this love is forbidden. Damn rules, damn principles and damn Yuuri… Why can’t he accept Wolfram’s love? Why can’t he just love him?
He was lonely and angry when Corporal Marguerite approached him that day…
Flashbacks…
Yuuri returned to his world, again, leaving him again. Where can he go? His family didn’t even know his pain. Gwendal is too busy with state affairs and politics, Gunter is too busy of God-knows-what, Conrad…damn he rather die than to approach him! Conrart Weller or Conrad as Yuuri calls him is too perfect that he feel inferior just by standing beside him. Greta is spending time with either Anissina or the maids. He understands it, his daughter is on the point where she needed a mother and of course neither Yuuri nor him can understand.
He is on his chambers. He was very lonely. He loved Yuuri more than any woman can! Why can’t he love him? Why that wimp must makes him suffer like this, to the point that his he can feel something clutching on his heart.
Why must he flirt with every people they met? Ulrike… Flurin… Leila… sometimes he even suspects even Giesela, just because they are woman. Why? Doesn’t he look pretty? Sometimes, he even becomes so conscious that he look at himself on a mirror.
Nothing changed on his appearance. He has soft, slightly wavy hair the color of gold. His complexion is fair. His skin is smooth. His body is nearly perfect. His face is angelic. His eyes are the color of emeralds.
Why can’t Yuuri be captivated by this beauty? Even if he is a boy, doesn’t he look beautiful? Maybe, he can’t attract him because he is a boy. He is a boy, this fact is sad and always makes his heart ache. If he had been a girl… would that wimp love him? Lately, Yuuri had becoming weird and very distant with him. He will turn away from his eyes, when their skin (even their fingertips) he would quickly pull it out, like disgusted or something?
“DAMN WIMP!!!” he managed to yell. Tears rolled on his cheeks.
He was always alone… always… When he was just a child, even if he wanted to play with children of his age, he can’t do it for he is an aristocrat and noble. He can’t just play with poor kids, his father forbid it. He had plenty of toys but it is not what he need. The only person he can play with is his brother, Conrad.
But… he decided that he will not want to depend on him when he found out that Conrad is a half-human. He will die faster than him; it will be less painful if he is not close to him.
But then, Conrad grew up so perfect that he was envious. They became so part form each other.
He doesn’t know when he realizes it. But realize he did, he was alone. With nothing but a mother who only knew that he looks like her, a brother more concerned to the country than his brother and a perfect brother. In that time of his life… Shibuya Yuuri came.
What did he did to achieve such fate? Was he destined to be alone forever? To love someone that will never love him back? Was it fate’s revenge for the suitors he rudely turned down?
Here he is now… sitting on his bed crying.
“Your Excellency?” the door opened revealing a man with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. His built is muscular like Yozak. He is quite handsome.
“Wh- who gave you the permission to enter my chambers?” he snarled at him, ashamed that he had been found crying.
“I beg your forgiveness but I heard a shout and I thought you are in danger…” he said.
“I can protect myself…” Wolfram shouted.
The man bowed and said “I am sorry to say this but you look immensely unhappy. Is is His Majesty?”
“What do you care about my personal feelings…”
“I am Lancelot Marguerite, sir” he bowed again.
“Well, you’re the prodigy corporal right? But still I am of higher position for you so better watch you language” Wolfram snapped.
“I know… but I can’t bear to see your face crying…” he said.
Wolfram looked up and he saw his eyes. His hazel eyes showing compassion and something he can’t explain.
“I-I thank you for your concern…” Wolfram stuttered.
“Pardon me, but you are so beautiful and it would be a waste if you would wait for His Majesty. His Majesty clearly into woman” he said.
“That is not on your concern, Corporal” he said.
“But it is, for I love you so much, Lord von Bielefeld”
“Wha…What”
The young corporal kneeled at him and from this position, he stroked Wolfram’s cheek.
“I love you so much that it pained me to see you cry”
He was surprised. He never met a man as blunt as the Corporal. His eyes… they show love and care and something more…
“I am engaged to the Maou” Wolfram said.
“But he didn’t want you… It was only an accident in the first place” Corporal’s eyes gleamed.
Wolfram turned his eyes away from that seductive hazel orbs. It was the truth and indeed, the truth always hurts.
“My lord, let me love you… let me make you happy. I am sure that it would erase all your pain” he said leaning to his ear.
Wolfram looked at his eyes, staring back and Corporal Lancelot kissed him passionately. It was wrong, yes, so wrong.
But it felt so good. And he closed his eyes and let the Corporal eased him into the bed. If his eyes are closed he can only see Yuuri…
And tears fall from his eyes.
Maybe he saw himself to Corporal. Yearning the love, he can’t have. It was clearly one-sided. Like his affection for Yuuri. Perhaps, he liked those forbidden touch because Yuuri can never touch him like that or let Wolfram pleasure him.
But it was still wrong and it felt so good.
And unknown to Wolfram, the whole castle knew… How?
Once, when Corporal drank too much alcohol, he bragged about their affair and the soldiers told it to the maids and soon the maids were gossiping about. In that time, his brothers learned about. To save his pride, they ordered that they should not tell the King or the Sage and that they shouldn’t castle should not talk about it.
Even if Wolfram is an insufferable brat, people like him. And they do not wish to see the king’s smile falter. So even Lasagna, Doria and Sanguria kept their mouth shout. But everyone’s movement around the kind and Wolfram’s became quite awkward. It was a secret that even Greta kept.
She doesn’t want the relationship of her father to be broken. She treasures them both… and that’s why she kept it.
But unbeknownst to them, the king already knew about their secret and making plans with the Sage. And it was their greatest mistake, to betray the king’s trust.
Corporal Marguerite and Wolfram’s affair continued. Wolfram for the love that Yuuri can’t give him and Corporal Marguerite for the body he lust for.
Wolfram loved Yuuri. But he betrayed Yuuri for he was insecure and impatient. Yuuri learned to love Wolfram. But Wolfram broke his young, innocent heart into tiny pieces. And know, he is plotting something that even his royal subject doesn’t know.
The Great Sage, Murata Ken, is in love with Yuuri. He kept it secret and he was patiently for the love that may never be given to him.
Fate is so cruel.
Meanwhile…
“Pathetic, Shibuya… your sword speaks nothing to me except fear!” Murata yelled.
They are on a secluded forest far away from the capital. Murata already ordered Ulrike not to speak that they were back to Shin Makoku. They are training. Mud, sweat, blood covered Yuuri. He borrowed a sword from Shinou Temple and here they are practicing. It was already nine days. They built a tiny camp near a lake.
“There is nothing but fear reflected in your sword. When you dodge, you're afraid of getting killed. When you attack, you're afraid of killing someone. Even when you try to protect someone, you're afraid of letting them die. Yes, your sword speaks to me only of absurd fear. What's necessary in a fight isn't fear. Nothing can be born of that. When you dodge, "I won't let them cut me." If you protect someone, "I won't let them die." If you attack, "I will kill them." Well, can't you see the resolve to kill you in my sword?” Murata yelled fiercely.
A bluish-white light surrounded Yuuri; he stood up and attacked Murata… There is nothing to be afraid of. He told himself. His hair didn’t lengthen and his pupil didn’t become dilated. His speed increased.
“I… I want to be stronger!” Yuuri yelled, the light dance around his body like flames
Murata smiled as he ran to meet Yuuri’s sword… a pure white is surrounding his body.
Yuuri had grown… and he was proud of it. It will be a matter of time when he no longer have to be protected, a matter of time when he don’t need to change into his Maou mode to control his maryoku and a matter of time before he became a king that Murata knew he is.
His heart even if shattered is still compassionate and kind. Murata was glad of it.
His sword escaped his hands. And from this position, Yuuri collapsed on his shoulders. Rain began to pour. Murata was surprised, his heart pounding loudly. He felt Yuuri’s left arm curled into his neck.
“Thank you…sensei…” he said.
Murata didn’t say anything. The rain water washes away the mud and sweat. He felt Yuuri’s body is shaking not of fear or coldness. His chest is rising up and down. He is crying… again. The bluish white light is disappearing and the pure white light surrounded the young king’s body.
“Murata…can you teach me pain and sadness…?”
And again Murata didn’t say anything as the king loses its consciousness. The Sage kneeled on the muddy soil and Yuuri’s head on his shoulder.
“It is something that you have now learned… Shibuya” the sage said, glasses gleaming.
“But still, I wish that I can protect you from that… It is something that I can’t do. I’m sorry. Though for now, sleep. Tomorrow and the rest of the days will be tough…”
Yes! I finally finish the chapter. The first part is more like Wolfram centric isn’t it? But the later part isn’t. Yeah about the thing that Murata said, that wasn’t mine. I like it. It was a quote from Bleach, when Urahara Kisouke is training Kurosaki Ichigo. I think it would be appropriate. So did I make a great job? Please review! The Poll is still up! I’m sorry is some of the characters are OOC! And I only focus on Murata, Yuuri and Wolfram but I promise for the next chapters will be better!
To vote for the absolute pairing... go to my journal! The ending is up to you? ;-)
Genre: Angst, Romance, Drama
Music: None
Summary: What's this, Wolfram is cheating on Yuuri? What happened? Why is everyone hiding it? But what's the point of hiding anyway, now that Yuuri had saw it in his own two eyes? He felt betrayed and angry and there is only one person who is there...the Tsuki... his very own bestfriend who promised to help him no matter what. But what will our merciful maou do? If he had grown to love Wolfram? And what's more...the Sage is hiding something that can confuse the king more...
This photo inspired me to write the previous chapters. But it isn't mine! I found it in this community and i sort of edit it. It's allowed right? I just like it... It isn't mine! Just an inspiration!
Chapter Three: Torrent Grief
(Wolfram Bielefeld Centric)
He knew it was wrong. Yes, it was wrong from the very beginning. But what drove him to be in this one-sided affair? Perhaps it was the torrent grief that was buried in his heart since they were engaged.
Corporal Lancelot Marguerite is an honorable man. Despite his lineage, he rises to the top.
He came from an average pheasant family. His father is a farmer and his mother is a typical housewife. But because of his perseverance and in order to protect the country he loved, he joined the army twenty years ago, in the war. Because of his built, he learned the art of swordsmanship for a short period. He had been assigned as Lord Wolfram von Bielefeld’s personal bodyguard. It was when he fell in love his Lord. And when the war was finished, Wolfram himself had mastered the sword and maryoku.
He joined the army as a regular soldier and with his hard work; he got the place as Corporal. He said that it would be inferior if Lord Wolfram, the prince, shall have a lover below his standards. But then, Shibuya Yuuri, the 27th Maou proposes to the blond. Of course, there are no other people that will be more worthy to him as the Maou. And so, Lancelot distanced himself from him.
Wolfram thought at first that he will only stay at Yuuri’s side for pride. But as time goes by, the more he follows the king, the more he admired the young monarch. He is gentle and kind to almost anyone, he follows his heart. And before Wolfram knew it, he fell in love with Shibuya Yuuri; the person he THOUGHT would never love him. In the place where he came from, this love is forbidden. Damn rules, damn principles and damn Yuuri… Why can’t he accept Wolfram’s love? Why can’t he just love him?
He was lonely and angry when Corporal Marguerite approached him that day…
Flashbacks…
Yuuri returned to his world, again, leaving him again. Where can he go? His family didn’t even know his pain. Gwendal is too busy with state affairs and politics, Gunter is too busy of God-knows-what, Conrad…damn he rather die than to approach him! Conrart Weller or Conrad as Yuuri calls him is too perfect that he feel inferior just by standing beside him. Greta is spending time with either Anissina or the maids. He understands it, his daughter is on the point where she needed a mother and of course neither Yuuri nor him can understand.
He is on his chambers. He was very lonely. He loved Yuuri more than any woman can! Why can’t he love him? Why that wimp must makes him suffer like this, to the point that his he can feel something clutching on his heart.
Why must he flirt with every people they met? Ulrike… Flurin… Leila… sometimes he even suspects even Giesela, just because they are woman. Why? Doesn’t he look pretty? Sometimes, he even becomes so conscious that he look at himself on a mirror.
Nothing changed on his appearance. He has soft, slightly wavy hair the color of gold. His complexion is fair. His skin is smooth. His body is nearly perfect. His face is angelic. His eyes are the color of emeralds.
Why can’t Yuuri be captivated by this beauty? Even if he is a boy, doesn’t he look beautiful? Maybe, he can’t attract him because he is a boy. He is a boy, this fact is sad and always makes his heart ache. If he had been a girl… would that wimp love him? Lately, Yuuri had becoming weird and very distant with him. He will turn away from his eyes, when their skin (even their fingertips) he would quickly pull it out, like disgusted or something?
“DAMN WIMP!!!” he managed to yell. Tears rolled on his cheeks.
He was always alone… always… When he was just a child, even if he wanted to play with children of his age, he can’t do it for he is an aristocrat and noble. He can’t just play with poor kids, his father forbid it. He had plenty of toys but it is not what he need. The only person he can play with is his brother, Conrad.
But… he decided that he will not want to depend on him when he found out that Conrad is a half-human. He will die faster than him; it will be less painful if he is not close to him.
But then, Conrad grew up so perfect that he was envious. They became so part form each other.
He doesn’t know when he realizes it. But realize he did, he was alone. With nothing but a mother who only knew that he looks like her, a brother more concerned to the country than his brother and a perfect brother. In that time of his life… Shibuya Yuuri came.
What did he did to achieve such fate? Was he destined to be alone forever? To love someone that will never love him back? Was it fate’s revenge for the suitors he rudely turned down?
Here he is now… sitting on his bed crying.
“Your Excellency?” the door opened revealing a man with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. His built is muscular like Yozak. He is quite handsome.
“Wh- who gave you the permission to enter my chambers?” he snarled at him, ashamed that he had been found crying.
“I beg your forgiveness but I heard a shout and I thought you are in danger…” he said.
“I can protect myself…” Wolfram shouted.
The man bowed and said “I am sorry to say this but you look immensely unhappy. Is is His Majesty?”
“What do you care about my personal feelings…”
“I am Lancelot Marguerite, sir” he bowed again.
“Well, you’re the prodigy corporal right? But still I am of higher position for you so better watch you language” Wolfram snapped.
“I know… but I can’t bear to see your face crying…” he said.
Wolfram looked up and he saw his eyes. His hazel eyes showing compassion and something he can’t explain.
“I-I thank you for your concern…” Wolfram stuttered.
“Pardon me, but you are so beautiful and it would be a waste if you would wait for His Majesty. His Majesty clearly into woman” he said.
“That is not on your concern, Corporal” he said.
“But it is, for I love you so much, Lord von Bielefeld”
“Wha…What”
The young corporal kneeled at him and from this position, he stroked Wolfram’s cheek.
“I love you so much that it pained me to see you cry”
He was surprised. He never met a man as blunt as the Corporal. His eyes… they show love and care and something more…
“I am engaged to the Maou” Wolfram said.
“But he didn’t want you… It was only an accident in the first place” Corporal’s eyes gleamed.
Wolfram turned his eyes away from that seductive hazel orbs. It was the truth and indeed, the truth always hurts.
“My lord, let me love you… let me make you happy. I am sure that it would erase all your pain” he said leaning to his ear.
Wolfram looked at his eyes, staring back and Corporal Lancelot kissed him passionately. It was wrong, yes, so wrong.
But it felt so good. And he closed his eyes and let the Corporal eased him into the bed. If his eyes are closed he can only see Yuuri…
And tears fall from his eyes.
Maybe he saw himself to Corporal. Yearning the love, he can’t have. It was clearly one-sided. Like his affection for Yuuri. Perhaps, he liked those forbidden touch because Yuuri can never touch him like that or let Wolfram pleasure him.
But it was still wrong and it felt so good.
And unknown to Wolfram, the whole castle knew… How?
Once, when Corporal drank too much alcohol, he bragged about their affair and the soldiers told it to the maids and soon the maids were gossiping about. In that time, his brothers learned about. To save his pride, they ordered that they should not tell the King or the Sage and that they shouldn’t castle should not talk about it.
Even if Wolfram is an insufferable brat, people like him. And they do not wish to see the king’s smile falter. So even Lasagna, Doria and Sanguria kept their mouth shout. But everyone’s movement around the kind and Wolfram’s became quite awkward. It was a secret that even Greta kept.
She doesn’t want the relationship of her father to be broken. She treasures them both… and that’s why she kept it.
But unbeknownst to them, the king already knew about their secret and making plans with the Sage. And it was their greatest mistake, to betray the king’s trust.
Corporal Marguerite and Wolfram’s affair continued. Wolfram for the love that Yuuri can’t give him and Corporal Marguerite for the body he lust for.
Wolfram loved Yuuri. But he betrayed Yuuri for he was insecure and impatient. Yuuri learned to love Wolfram. But Wolfram broke his young, innocent heart into tiny pieces. And know, he is plotting something that even his royal subject doesn’t know.
The Great Sage, Murata Ken, is in love with Yuuri. He kept it secret and he was patiently for the love that may never be given to him.
Fate is so cruel.
Meanwhile…
“Pathetic, Shibuya… your sword speaks nothing to me except fear!” Murata yelled.
They are on a secluded forest far away from the capital. Murata already ordered Ulrike not to speak that they were back to Shin Makoku. They are training. Mud, sweat, blood covered Yuuri. He borrowed a sword from Shinou Temple and here they are practicing. It was already nine days. They built a tiny camp near a lake.
“There is nothing but fear reflected in your sword. When you dodge, you're afraid of getting killed. When you attack, you're afraid of killing someone. Even when you try to protect someone, you're afraid of letting them die. Yes, your sword speaks to me only of absurd fear. What's necessary in a fight isn't fear. Nothing can be born of that. When you dodge, "I won't let them cut me." If you protect someone, "I won't let them die." If you attack, "I will kill them." Well, can't you see the resolve to kill you in my sword?” Murata yelled fiercely.
A bluish-white light surrounded Yuuri; he stood up and attacked Murata… There is nothing to be afraid of. He told himself. His hair didn’t lengthen and his pupil didn’t become dilated. His speed increased.
“I… I want to be stronger!” Yuuri yelled, the light dance around his body like flames
Murata smiled as he ran to meet Yuuri’s sword… a pure white is surrounding his body.
Yuuri had grown… and he was proud of it. It will be a matter of time when he no longer have to be protected, a matter of time when he don’t need to change into his Maou mode to control his maryoku and a matter of time before he became a king that Murata knew he is.
His heart even if shattered is still compassionate and kind. Murata was glad of it.
His sword escaped his hands. And from this position, Yuuri collapsed on his shoulders. Rain began to pour. Murata was surprised, his heart pounding loudly. He felt Yuuri’s left arm curled into his neck.
“Thank you…sensei…” he said.
Murata didn’t say anything. The rain water washes away the mud and sweat. He felt Yuuri’s body is shaking not of fear or coldness. His chest is rising up and down. He is crying… again. The bluish white light is disappearing and the pure white light surrounded the young king’s body.
“Murata…can you teach me pain and sadness…?”
And again Murata didn’t say anything as the king loses its consciousness. The Sage kneeled on the muddy soil and Yuuri’s head on his shoulder.
“It is something that you have now learned… Shibuya” the sage said, glasses gleaming.
“But still, I wish that I can protect you from that… It is something that I can’t do. I’m sorry. Though for now, sleep. Tomorrow and the rest of the days will be tough…”
Yes! I finally finish the chapter. The first part is more like Wolfram centric isn’t it? But the later part isn’t. Yeah about the thing that Murata said, that wasn’t mine. I like it. It was a quote from Bleach, when Urahara Kisouke is training Kurosaki Ichigo. I think it would be appropriate. So did I make a great job? Please review! The Poll is still up! I’m sorry is some of the characters are OOC! And I only focus on Murata, Yuuri and Wolfram but I promise for the next chapters will be better!
To vote for the absolute pairing... go to my journal! The ending is up to you? ;-)