Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou.

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Warning: Character Death. Please do not read this, if this will greatly anguish you as it did for me. I didn't even know that I was going to write it this way. However, I hope you can read this fic to the last sentence and see why I had to do it.

Another warning: Since we don't know for sure what Wolfram's role in the recent anime is, I have taken great liberties with his role so basically please treat this fic as AU. Character's may be out of character.

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Title: Tattered Wings

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Wolfram wanted to let go, he couldn't understand why he was being supplied maryoku but he knew his time was near and no one could do anything about it. He couldn't see but felt the turmoil around his surroundings and eventually knew that he had to make peace with it before he left. With great effort and pain, he slowly opened his weary eyes, 'it was so bright . . .'

Yuri jumped up in shock and hope as he saw Wolfram open his eyes.

"Wolfram! Thank god you're awake, I had thought," Yuri's voice hitched.

"We need to get Gisela," Gwendal stated behind him. Yuri turned to Gwendal and Conrad and saw the same look of relief that he himself was feeling.

Yuri edged closer to Wolfram; he saw the blond trying to speak.

"Please let me go Yuri," Wolfram whispered, "please."

"What are you saying? Don't say that . . . look you're awake now," Yuri drew his hands closer to his face cringing as he saw deep pain reflected in green.

Wolfram shook his head; he didn't have much time left.

"Please Yuri," Wolfram whispered again.

"What are you saying?" Yuri stated again in confusion, "please you can't leave."

With soulful eyes, Wolfram looked at Yuri, "you have many people to take care of you here wimp."

"But I want you," Yuri neared Wolfram's body and wiped the sweat off of Wolfram's forehead.

"I'm too broken now," Wolfram stated, "please make this easier on me."

Yuri closed his eyes as tears fell, this couldn't be happening . . . Wolfram had just woken up to tell him that he needed to go, 'why was he saying that?' He chanted like a broken record within himself. Yuri couldn't imagine a world where there was no Wolfram – so many of them had hoped to see the smiling blond . . . Conrad, Gwendal, Cheri, Gunter, Greta, everyone . . . Yuri had held onto the hope that he could make things better for the blond finally when he woke up . . . there were so many things that Wolfram and he hadn't done – 'like bake cookies together, play baseball together, to stay up late at night as they waited for Greta to come back home from her first date together, to grow old together' . . . so many things that Yuri had taken for granted in the past.

Yuri knelt down and placed his forehead against Wolfram's, "please I think I love you Wolfram, I know I've been selfish, even now I'm being selfish but I want to make you happy – and that means that you need to live, please don't give up."

Wolfram's body began to relax as he smiled sadly as he looked beyond Yuri to his two brothers, and then his eyes fluttered shut, "I am happy wimp . . . thank you."

"NO!" Yuri yelled in anguish. "Wait! Please!"

"WOLFRAM, WOLFRAM, WOLFRAM," Yuri cried out as he huddled his listless body against his chest.

Tears streamed down Conrad and Gwendal's face as they could only watch helplessly.

It was time to say their final goodbye to their brother.

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Wolfram felt himself float in limbo – he didn't know where he was or how long he had been there.

He felt sadness gnawing at his spirit. He wasn't even sure if everything that had happened in his life was a lie or reality. But he vaguely remembered seeing Yuri embracing Greta as they cried in their grief. He had seen his usually calm brother Conrad slamming his sword over and over again at the wall as he cried outside. He had seen Gwendal crying behind his desk while taking charge of the funeral proceedings in the morning. He had seen his mother in her garden watering them with her tears.

A great mourning had taken place – they had honored Wolfram a soldier's death; protector of the kingdom and of the Maou for his role in defending them against the boxes.

But strangely as he watched this, he felt detached. He had tried to fly away from the scenes that had played hauntingly before his eyes but he couldn't, he just couldn't fly with the tattered wings he had.

So he had watched the kingdom come together in mourning.

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Then the days, months and years had passed by.

He watched again as Yuri cried into the night without anyone to comfort him. He had seen everyone break apart from each other.

'Had he meant so much to them?' Wolfram never thought so when he was alive, 'but why was the grief so deep and hurtful? Why didn't Yuri, Conrad, Gwendal and everyone comfort each other and move on?'

'How many years of this broken cycle had he witnessed from those he had cared about?' Wolfram asked himself.

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Wolfram looked on with a frown; Yuri had lost so much weight from the last time he had seen him.

"Wimp!" he cried out in frustration to Yuri who couldn't see him, "idiot, eat!"

He looked on helplessly as Yuri flicked his fork to the left and right without taking a bite. The royal dining room was veiled in silence. Everyone was just being polite to each other – Gwendal frowned while Conrad just smiled that fake smile Wolfram had hated seeing, it was the same as when Julia had passed away.

"Heika," Conrad's voice brought Wolfram out of his thoughts, "please eat some more, we have representatives coming tomorrow and you need your strength."

Yuri just nodded but, "I think I'm done, I'll see everyone in the morning." He headed back to his room.

Sighing to himself again, Yuri changed and then reached into the drawer next to the bed – he took out something that looked like a binder and went into his bedcovers while he turned on the lamp.

"What are you doing Yuri?" Wolfram asked although he knew he would get no response, "get some rest! You're so stubborn!"

After what seemed like hours, Yuri stopped writing and placed his journal on the desk opened.

Wolfram glanced over to the journal, scowling to himself that Yuri was probably writing to someone . . . maybe someone Yuri had fallen in love with. Curiosity got the better of him as he began to read:

Ah, I never told you how to play baseball. Yeah, I know it's a human sport from earth . . . no, it's not useless, seriously! It'll be really fun when we get a chance to play together – haha, did you know that I had a dream once, or it was more like a nightmare. I was running towards home plate and then this stupid umpire, the guy who catches the ball at home base, anyways . . . like I was saying, I was just about to score a homerun until the stupid guy caught the ball. I was so angry and it was funny because when I was about to stomp and yell that it was unfair, there you were smirking at me, you were the umpire – oh, you made me so mad. I was about to win the World Series too for Japan.

Wolfram looked with distain, 'what kind of inane chatter was this?'

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The next day after Yuri met with the dignitaries to talk about joining a Mazoku-Human alliance, Yuri came back to his bedroom exhausted but he still reached for his journal to write in.

Wolfram looked on with wonder again, Yuri never struck him as the type to be sentimental – but the fact that a grown man was writing in a journal made Wolfram think twice about how much he didn't know Yuri. Or rather, he had not had enough time to get to understand his fiancé.

So after Yuri fell into sleep, Wolfram went to read again. He should have stopped himself because these were Yuri's private thoughts but once again curiosity won out:

You know whenever I see a shiny head, I can't help but think it's funny – do you remember when we first saw it? Wow, I couldn't hold myself and grabbed onto your arm. I think you were about to get into hysterics too but then with a dignified smirk you told me I was being stupid. I was annoyed – you annoyed me so much you know? Everything you said and did sometimes baffled me. I didn't know how to handle you and so I went to Conrad whenever I had a problem. No, you weren't bad, it was just that I thought you were so selfish – always telling me that humans were less than trash and why should we help human territories when they did nothing to help us. But I think I'm beginning to understand you now, you didn't really mean it did you?

How do I know that now? I began to remember everything we've been through together . . . you saved those children, do you remember? When the volcano erupted and the little boy tripped, you were there; you didn't care about your own safety . . .

That made me remember another time, remember when we were up on the mountain? – you told me that even if I killed you, that you would trust me. Why though? I don't understand . . . but I guess I never really understood you. And this is the side of you that's making me realize that I never knew you, a side of you that I keep discovering everyday . . . I thought I knew you then – you were loud enough for me to hear, always yelling at me and calling me a cheater, but I just used my ears, didn't I? I just used my ears . . . there's so many things that I missed, didn't I?

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Wolfram had to stop reading, as tears filled him – 'it couldn't be, could it? That this journal was a journal to him?' Wolfram felt lost again as night gave way to morning.

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"Shibuya," Murata called out, "Shibuya."

"What?" Yuri replied in annoyance; he did not want another lecture.

"Shibuya it's been 10 years," Murata spoke calmly.

"And?" Yuri replied again.

"You can't be like this anymore," Murata stated exasperated.

"Why?" Yuri's eyes flamed. "Why do you care? Everything happened the way Shinou planned it, didn't it?"

Murata frowned, "you know it's not his fault – it was the boxes."

"That's supposed to make me feel better?" Yuri asked.

"No, but it's supposed to mean that he was human too," Murata stated, "like you, I know you have a lot of regrets regarding Wolfram but . . ."

"Stop," Yuri yelled, "you think that I don't understand? I know it was everything to do with me okay! Leave me alone."

"You know," Murata tried again, "death is not always the last place – look at you, look at Julia, look at me. Death is not always the ending. Shinou only wanted the best for the kingdom." The Great Sage then left Yuri gaping at his retreating figure.

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Yuri washed up and retreated to his bed with his journal.

Wolfram just looked on – he didn't know why he was still lingering in this world. He looked on as Yuri left his journal open again.

It read:

There are a lot of times that I want to go back in time and change things – events, things I said and did; things could have been different but now, I accept the fact that time is continuous and I can't magically change anything. There's such a big loss that we feel, it's different . . . Conrad is still always by my side and Gwendal is always frowning but now everyone seems older, even me. Without you here, there's no brat in the group anymore – laughs – no I'm not insulting you Wolfram, you have to admit you have been pretty bratty. Fine, fine, I'll take it back but I don't mean to offend you. It's just that I haven't realized how much fun we did have together – who had ever called me a brat to my face? Who would truthfully tell me how they feel about things? Who would keep calling me a cheater and then put me in a headlock?

Can you imagine your brother Gwendal doing that?

You know what I never realized though? I never realized that you kept me grounded most of the time – when things became stressful and events happened that we couldn't prevent, you were always the same. You never treated me differently, you never tried to soften things and you always put me in my place – you always told me the truth even if I didn't want to hear them at times. Wolfram, is it okay to love you? Is it okay to wait for you? Will you wait for me again? I want to meet you again when I die . . .

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One night, Wolfram found himself in his old room. He didn't have much control over where he went and where he appeared.

What surprised him though was Conrad.

"What was his brother doing in his room?" he asked himself out loud as he neared his brother's hunched figure on his old chair.

After that, every night Wolfram saw his brother enter his room at midnight and then Conrad would sit in his chair to the right. Then he would go to the window and take a look outside while holding an empty blue glass in his palm. He would look at it with a deep sadness.

After the second straight week of Conrad doing this, Wolfram felt so frustrated. "Brother, go back to your room. I'm not coming back." It felt weird for him to say that but it was the truth.

Then during one of the nights, he looked in surprise as his door opened as Gwendal came into his room too.

Gwendal silently neared to where Conrad was sitting and offered him a drink.

The room was eerily silent into the morn. Gwendal and Conrad had not spoken a word.

In the morning, Wolfram saw Gwendal wearily massaging his eyes as he sobbed into his desk . . . then he saw Conrad by Yuri's side with that fake smile he hated to see again. He felt frustration, Conrad had promised to take care of Yuri.

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Wolfram felt like tearing his hair out – he couldn't look at his family anymore, it was just so depressive.

Then one day he saw Yuri's brother Shouri enter into the Maou's room. He wondered how he came to Shin Mazoku.

"Shouri," Yuri spoke in surprise, "what are you doing here?"

"Let's go home, Yuri," he spoke.

"What do you mean?" Yuri asked.

"It's better if you leave this place – there's too much hurt," Shouri stated with worry.

Yuri stilled for a moment and tried to gather everything he had experienced so far into words.

"Have you ever realized that something, that someone was so important to you, after you lost it?" Yuri asked.

"That you didn't know how hard it would be to live everyday without that person? I constantly look over my shoulders and expect Wolfram to be there – every time I talk to someone, I imagine I see his jealous form yelling at me that I'm a cheater . . . I see his face flushing from agitation and then he runs off in a puff while I unconsciously thank the gods that Wolfram went away."

"It's just guilt Yuri," Shouri tried reasoning, "just regret."

"Yeah, I thought it was too . . .maybe it was in the beginning," Yuri went on to explain, "but if it was just that, then why do I have this gaping hole in my heart? Why is it that every time I see green eyes and blond hair, I rush up and shake them to see if they were Wolfram?"

"Why?" Yuri pleaded, "why brother? Why do I miss his tantrums and shouting? Why do I miss his smile? Why does it hurt so much?"

Shouri remained silent.

"Why is it that I wish I could have done more?" Yuri continued, "why is it that I miss him so much – he was my friend, my protector but then he was my fiancé too and I just wish I had done more to show that I appreciated him . . . maybe it was guilt at first, but over the years I began to realize that there was something more to it . . . I miss him so much that I think my heart would burst, Shouri."

Shouri looked sadly to his brother, "maybe that isn't guilt then, but it's natural, people hurt when they lose someone close to them Yuri," he embraced Yuri, "so please, let's go home to Earth."

Yuri shook his head into his brother's shoulder, "I am home – this is where I belong, this is the place where Wolfram's soul is at."

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After that day Wolfram had witnessed Yuri and Shouri's interaction; he had faded away for awhile.

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Until one day, 'or was it years again?' Wolfram wasn't sure, but Greta had stood up regally before Yuri and his brothers. She had grown into a beautiful woman, he thought to himself.

Then just as suddenly as she stood up, she slapped Yuri in front of everyone and yelled at them, "what's the point of regret now?"

"Conrad you feel inadequate because you couldn't do anything for your brother, you too Gwendal," Greta began calmly, "Cheri you feel grief because you felt that you had forsaken Wolfram somehow and you Yuri, you think you could have done more and that you had unconsciously driven all the events that had taken place before Wolfram's death! Of course, maybe there were things we could have done differently."

"But now is neither the time nor the place! Wolfram didn't want this for you guys," Greta continued, "it's okay to grieve but it's okay to feel happiness too because Wolfram died so that we could continue . . . he wouldn't be happy seeing that everyone is wasting away into nothing. Regret can come and go but if you guys really loved Wolfram, you would not let his death be in vain. Show him what he meant to you, okay? That's the only way to live now."

Everyone was shocked at Greta's outburst; it had almost been taboo to talk about Wolfram with any of them but then with her speech, she had opened an invisible door that had been closed for a long time.

"I miss him too daddy," Greta spoke as Yuri gathered his child into his arms.

Wolfram felt deeply touched; his Greta had grown beautifully.

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Wolfram's spirit slowly drifted again.

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Coming out of his stupor, Wolfram opened his eyes . . . 'how long had he been sleeping again?' Realizing that he was in the castle, he wondered how many years had passed from the last time. Wolfram's spirit wandered through the hallway.

Suddenly, he saw a blond haired child run through the hallway right past him at a frightening speed.

"Wolfram," someone called out, "Wolfram, you're going to hurt yourself!"

The same boy turned toward the male voice and stuck out his tongue and ran toward the garden in the back.

"Hey you!" the same male approached the child and lifted him into the air. "Don't do that, you can really hurt yourself by running so fast."

"But grandpa," he began to whine. Then he started to giggle as his grandpa started to tickle him in midair.

"No buts young man," as he spoke, Wolfram's spirit neared the two and watched in surprise as the black haired male turned to the left. It was Yuri. Yuri had gotten older.

"Your momma had been looking for you," Yuri chuckled, "and you know how your mother gets when you disappear from her."

"Awwww," the child pouted, "but I wanted to see the flowers grandpa. It should be ready to bloom now."

Yuri's eyes filled with tenderness, "oh Wolfram . . ."

Holding onto his grandson's hand, they neared Cheri's garden.

"See, LOOK! It bloomed now," the blond shouted, "Beautiful Wolfram."

Yuri beamed, "yes . . . Beautiful Wolfram."

"Grandpa," the boy spoke out again. "Do I really look like my other grandpa?"

"Yes dear," Yuri nodded.

"Did you love him?" the blond asked.

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Wolfram felt his breath hitch for many reasons – he felt tears in his eyes as he realized that they had named Greta's son after him.

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"Yes, I loved him very much," Yuri kneeled down to the little boy's height, "there isn't a day when I wish he weren't here with me, with us you know."

"Do you still love grandpa Wolfram?" he inquired again shyly.

Yuri felt tears to his eyes, "everyday . . . and beyond."

"Good," the boy replied and looked past Yuri's shoulder to the spirit behind them, "because I love him too even if I wasn't able to meet him because he's here in me," as the blond pointed towards his heart.

Yuri felt speechless and drew his grandson into his chest, "he's in here too for me."

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"Wolfram," Greta called out as she walked into the garden, "it's time for your lessons."

"Ah, pooey," the blond pouted again, "I don't want to study with Gunter."

"Wolfram, he is not Gunter to you," Greta admonished.

"Fine, fine, I'll go to my lesson with Gunter teacher," he replied, "but can you guys give me a moment?"

Yuri and Greta smiled towards him and shook their heads; he really did resemble his grandpa Wolfram in personality and words.

Yuri affectionately patted his head and saluted, "yes, Your highness."

Little Wolfram giggled, "adults . . . sheesh."

As they walked away towards the castle, little Wolfram kneeled down to the flower and kissed the petal. "Beautiful Wolfram," he spoke out clearly. The blond then stopped and hesitated while shifting his head left and right. Then after looking for something he didn't understand, he pierced his glaze at where Wolfram spirit's stood.

After coming to some decision, the blond began to talk again.

"Grandpa Yuri loves you," little Wolfram spoke, "so does uncle Conrad, uncle Gwendal, and grandma Cheri . . . they all miss you and this is a secret between you and me but they told me that when everyone becomes reborn again that they hope they can make you happier in that lifetime. So don't be sad anymore grandpa Wolfram."

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Wolfram's spirit felt a great relief overcome him. His death had not been in vain and seeing Greta's child had touched him with love and relief.

He neared his grandson's form and kissed the top of the blond mop of hair and whispered softly, "thank you love."

His tears overflowed – there was always hope in a different future, a different lifetime with the ones he had loved so much.

As he slowly began to fade away, his tattered wings began to blend and heal – he had felt free for the first time in his life – his death. But death was not the final resting place; his soul then returned to the blue bottle that had been entrusted to his brother's care. He was in good hands.

Wolfram knew he had made the right decision . . . everyone loved in a different way and he had chosen his to save Yuri. He hoped that he could rejoin everyone again one day like Julia's soul had found in Yuri.

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