Another Fairytale von Paife ================================================================================ Kapitel 7: 6. Chapter --------------------- Dear Yuuri – heika, I am fully aware of my incapability as a satisfying subject for once again I propose to break my engagement with the 27th Maoh, Yuuri Shibuya heika. I am glad to see heika’s confidence in state affairs, and congratulate him on his new consort. Be a good King, Yuuri. Farewell, Wolfram von Bielefeld Yuuri’s hands were still trembling after reading the little note wrapped up in Wolfram’s favorite necktie the second, third, fourth… – he-forgot-how-many time. His fingers clasped about the yellowed paper filled with the blonde’s last slink graceful hand writing. The words were written in hasty dancing ink. Dancing ink that confined anger, sadness. Dancing ink that was written in official Mazoku language. Today Yuuri’s head weighed ten times its normal weight. He even caught himself wishing for the time where he was waiting frustratingly for Wolfram to come back. At least he was missing and would be sure to fight his way back; however in this case, he went away from the king on full purpose, decreasing the chance to come back. Before he could continue that train of though, Yuuri cut himself off. I shouldn’t think like this, I should be reasoning what actually happened… but still… After a few deafening quiet minutes passed by, the king walked towards the windowsill, the one that Wolfram used to sit on a lot. Sitting next to a huge window, the king wrapped his arms around his knees and stared down into the courtyard, which seemed cold and lonely with its grey pavement. It was the transition state between autumn and winter in Shin Makoku right now. The double black laid his chin on his arms and watched one leaf after another fall on the icy pavement. It wouldn’t have been very warm in his room anyway, but without Wolfram previous numbness continued occupying his thoughts. Unconsciously his free right hand felt the blonde’s neck tie. The material was soft, softer than he thought. He had to admit it looked rather sturdy when he first saw it around Wolfram’s neck, but now he noticed that even his necktie reminded him of the blonde’s fiery character. Touching the sensitive material, Yuuri felt something cold, smooth and hard within the cloth. His fingers encircled the unknown object and brought it to his eyes. It was a key. It was made of silver, and had a little mirror in the middle. Around the hole, where usually a keychain or something similar would be situated, Wolfram bound a little pink satin bow. The part from the mirror up to the ribbon was adorned by beautiful handwork that would –Yuuri was pretty sure – probably make any other key in the kingdom turn pale in comparison. The king didn’t know why he paid attention to such random things as keys or ties, but he knew that these were right now the only remains he had from his best friend. He smiled a little to himself: Pink ribbons and tiny silver key really fit the image of his fia- oh well, former fiancé. Cheerless Yuuri’s eyes stumbled upon the black carved box. Strangely, when he reached the mysterious box the key he had just touched, felt warm. The astonished king quickly reached for it and brought both items close. He noticed that whenever the distance between them decreased, the silver would grow warmer and warmer. What was happening? Then it dawned him: Maybe this was the key to that hole he had examined before? A little bit nervous, Yuuri carefully put the key in, and gave it a light twist until he heard a click, from inside the box. Instants after the small noise, he heard more clicks like gears lock into gears. There must be highly complicated mechanics behind one little lock. Yuuri felt a little unsecure; somehow this sounded like unlocking a high security container. His worries soon faded away as the last click replayed and the cover flipped open. A warm glow spread through his heart, as if someone had lifted a thousand kilo stone from it. He remembered this warmth. Somewhere, Yuuri had felt this comforting, consoling flow of heat. Hosted by Animexx e.V. (http://www.animexx.de)