Unavailing Hope
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Tomo Takabayashi and various publishers and studios. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warning: Angst
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram
Note: This is my entry for fanfic100’s table, prompt 3: ends
Also, I found on Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wedding_ring) that in German wedding ring is worn on the right hand. Since many of the names in Kyou Kara Maou are German’s names, I followed German’s tradition on this story regarding which hand wearing the ring.
Wolfram stood beside the pond. His left hand was playing with the golden band around his right hand’s ring finger. It was a nice, simple ring. There was no decoration on the outside. Once, he had heard a story how that was supposed to signify a never ending circle, no obstacle. Funny, since for him it felt more like a representation of never ending trouble.
He took it out and held it up. There was no words, no inscription on the inside.
He had taken it out gingerly that night four years ago. His curiosity was unrestrained. He wanted to know what words Yuuri had chosen: the classic “yours, Shibuya Yuuri” or one of the more romantic poems Greta had suggested. But what looked back at him was just smooth surface.
He barked a joyless laughter. He should have known at that time that hope was merely an excuse for a fool to keep on doing useless things. Yet, he kept on hoping. Perhaps, it was because he had been one of said fools.
He had honestly thought that the wedding would be the solution. He knew Yuuri hadn’t loved him, but it was all right. The marriage would bind Yuuri to him. He knew Yuuri, he would honor the vow, and he would be Wolfram’s. Then, then it was just a matter of time. Once he became Yuuri’s only option, Yuuri would put the effort he had utilized to run away from Wolfram to build a relationship with him.
He couldn’t be more wrong about it.
It had made the distance between them to grow wider and wider. He should realize it sooner, but he was so stupid at that time, too intoxicated with happiness to finally get the wedding he had long coveted and too wrapped in daydreams.
No, it had taken an affair to make him see that in Yuuri’s eyes, he had transformed from a friend into a burden.
Wolfram spared one last look into the ring. He sighed, and pulled back his hand. Then, with all his might, he threw it into the pond.
Maybe someday, a lucky gardener would find the gold, he mused absently.
“Goodbye, Yuuri,” he whispered, before turned around and climbed into his horse. Dawn would come soon enough and he wanted to be as far away from the castle as possible before its denizens realized that Prince Consort had disappeared.
Fin
Warning: Angst
Pairing: Yuuri/Wolfram
Note: This is my entry for fanfic100’s table, prompt 3: ends
Also, I found on Wikipedia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wedding_ring) that in German wedding ring is worn on the right hand. Since many of the names in Kyou Kara Maou are German’s names, I followed German’s tradition on this story regarding which hand wearing the ring.
Wolfram stood beside the pond. His left hand was playing with the golden band around his right hand’s ring finger. It was a nice, simple ring. There was no decoration on the outside. Once, he had heard a story how that was supposed to signify a never ending circle, no obstacle. Funny, since for him it felt more like a representation of never ending trouble.
He took it out and held it up. There was no words, no inscription on the inside.
He had taken it out gingerly that night four years ago. His curiosity was unrestrained. He wanted to know what words Yuuri had chosen: the classic “yours, Shibuya Yuuri” or one of the more romantic poems Greta had suggested. But what looked back at him was just smooth surface.
He barked a joyless laughter. He should have known at that time that hope was merely an excuse for a fool to keep on doing useless things. Yet, he kept on hoping. Perhaps, it was because he had been one of said fools.
He had honestly thought that the wedding would be the solution. He knew Yuuri hadn’t loved him, but it was all right. The marriage would bind Yuuri to him. He knew Yuuri, he would honor the vow, and he would be Wolfram’s. Then, then it was just a matter of time. Once he became Yuuri’s only option, Yuuri would put the effort he had utilized to run away from Wolfram to build a relationship with him.
He couldn’t be more wrong about it.
It had made the distance between them to grow wider and wider. He should realize it sooner, but he was so stupid at that time, too intoxicated with happiness to finally get the wedding he had long coveted and too wrapped in daydreams.
No, it had taken an affair to make him see that in Yuuri’s eyes, he had transformed from a friend into a burden.
Wolfram spared one last look into the ring. He sighed, and pulled back his hand. Then, with all his might, he threw it into the pond.
Maybe someday, a lucky gardener would find the gold, he mused absently.
“Goodbye, Yuuri,” he whispered, before turned around and climbed into his horse. Dawn would come soon enough and he wanted to be as far away from the castle as possible before its denizens realized that Prince Consort had disappeared.
Fin