Ryker: WARNING: AU, OOC CHARACTERS, MENTIONS OF RAPE, MENTIONS OF PAST ABUSE!
I know no one will read this, because it seems like all of my good work is never read. But this is an AU idea I had where Wolfram, Gwendal, and Conrad grew up on Earth and then were sucked into Shin Makoku. Sort of like a role reversal with Yuuri. It has pretty bad language in it, just saying. I gloss over most of the intense scenes also. Most of Wolf's past will be explained through dreams.
Anyway, leave a comment/review and tell me what you think. I don't really know if I should continue this and in all honesty I will delete it if I don't get much response. I just write stories and I want them to continue but I don't know where to go if people don't tell me anything about it.
"Run!" the blurred out face screeched to the trembling blonde woman.
"But the children-" she jumped off her bed and grabbed the man's arm. Her golden locks twirled down her back as her silky black dress slid off her shoulder. Sweat stuck to her milky skin.
"Please, sending them to Earth is the only option my Queen." he said, "We need to protect the Chosen King."
"I can't leave them!" She shook her head as bubbles of sobs squelched out of her throat.
"We've already wiped their memories, good thing the smallest is only a baby." The man said again. He walked over to a cradle with presumably his baby inside. There were two babies snuggled close to each other, one with shiny golden hair and the other had jet black hair. The man took the golden haired baby out of the hold which left the raven haired baby to scream and cry for his companion.
"I am their Mother, what will happen to them?" The Queen asked.
"Only time can tell. They shall find their way back home when they are needed," he said, "That's what our great Shinou has told us."
The Queen cradled her baby one last time. She placed a blue pendant around his head and said, "My precious Wolfram. Please stay safe." Then she looked at the other two passed out children, "Conrad, Gwendal, watch over your baby brother. See to it he is happy."
There was a banging on the door and they jumped. The Queen kissed each unconscious child on the head before she sent them through a portal. The door swung open and just as the man shielded them, a sword stabbed through the Queen's shoulder.
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"FUCK!" I jumped up in bed. A cold sweat trickled down my temples as I tried to catch my breath. "It was all a dream," I sighed. I rolled out of bed and open the blinds to my room, if I could even call the tiny space a room. It was more like a closet. Well, what can a foster kid like me expect? These people were too generous and fostered more than they could handle, so I picked the tiny room. At least it was my own space. Besides, I loathe giant spaces.
I shrugged it off and went to the bathroom to shower and scrape the dirt off of my skin. My wardrobe was simple, a grey and black striped hoodie and black skinny jeans with high top converse that were falling apart. The big clothes hid the scars from being beaten in past homes which were rather embarrassing. The final touch to my outfit was a blue pendant on a golden chain that my mother gifted to me. It had sparkles in it and on the back a 'B' was carved into the stone. I only assumed that was my last name, but it's hard to tell, I was abandoned as a baby.
I grabbed my backpack and began to play with my new lip piercing. I did it myself with a safety pin and some ice, I highly don't recommend that method. I joined my four foster siblings at the giant dining table.
"Good morning Wolfram," My foster Mom, Marcy, smiled. We still weren't at the whole 'touching' phase yet, though it's been two years since they took me in. Her wife, Janet, was the one to discover how much I hated being touched. It was my past mainly, lots of things went on in my old homes that many people didn't know about.
I grumbled a 'hello' as Marcy handed me a bowl of Corn Flakes without milk, just how I liked it. I continued to play with the piercing until I was tapped upside the head which made me flinch.
"Hey!" I growled.
"Stop touching it," Janet sighed, "You'll just make it worse."
"It itches," I pouted.
"Well, that's what you get for piercing your lip with a pin," the brunette said with a swing of her hips as she confidently walked over to the refrigerator.
"Can I get my lip pierced?" My little foster sister, Velma, asked. She wasn't really that much younger than me. We are both sixteen years old, I was just born before her, or so we think. I don't really know when my actual birthday is, so the authorities marked it down as the day I was found curled up in my oldest brother's arms.
"Absolutely not," Marcy said.
Janet looked out the window of our suburban house, "Wolfram, I think your brothers are here."
I jumped out of the chair like it was on fire and ran out the door. I threw myself into my second oldest brother's arms. He smelled just like shaved wood and car oil since he worked as the local gas station. My oldest brother worked in construction. Both of them never went to college since they saved every penny for me.
Marcy and Janet treat my brothers like family. My second oldest brother, Conrad, was living with them for the first few months of our placement there because he wasn't eighteen yet. Though, that was two years ago. He's now twenty going on fifty with his maturity level.
Conrad was always so kind to me which made me resent him. He was always Mr. Perfect while I lived in his shadow. He took the beatings for me (when he knew about them). He got straight A's in school. He could get any girl to fawn over him but he chose to stay and support his family. I suppose my anger towards him stems from my abandonment issues. Well, that's what my therapist says, I go see her every Tuesday and Thursday.
Why a therapist? Well, let's just say when I first got to Marcy and Janet's house, I sort of threw a bunch of tantrums and threatened to kill myself if they came near me. Most of these tantrums were brought on by anxiety and I kept screaming that they would leave me too and I was a lost cause, which I am. I hate letting people get close to me because that makes even easier to leave again and laugh as I sink to my knees in agony.
Anyway, Conrad and my oldest brother Gwendal sometimes drive me to school. Marcy and Janet walked out of the house in their slippers to greet my brothers.
"Would you boys like something to eat?" Marcy asked as she folder her arms over her fluffy blue robe to keep it closed.
"No thank you Ma'am," Conrad smiled politely. I wanted to punch his perfect teeth out, instead I pressed my face into the fabric of his blue button-up shirt just so I didn't have to see him.
In all honesty, Conrad and I are the closest out of us three brothers. Conrad was there when I broke down. He was there when I was dumb enough to try and run away. He held me as I struggled to get away from him and he whispered sweet lullabies to me when I couldn't sleep. He's the one that repeated how he would never leave me behind. That made me hate him more.
"Conrad, don't call us Ma'am," Marcy laughed, "You and Gwendal are part of the family after all!"
"Can we go with Wolfram's cool brothers?" My little foster brother, Devin, asked. He poked his head out of the door along with the oldest girl named Julia, the middle kid named Taylor, and Velma.
"No," Janet snapped, "Go finish your food!"
Marcy and Janet respected my wishes to have some time with my brothers.
"Can we please just go to school now?" I mumbled.
Conrad chuckled and pet my hair which made me jump. He and Gwendal are the only two people allowed to touch me.
"Yes," he replied with his satin voice. I climbed into the back seat of the car.
"Have a good day Wolf!" Janet smiled as Marcy waved to me.
Gwendal drove away from the house with his stone cold expression on. He has one three facial emotions, his default, his angry, and his awkward sorta smile.
Gwendal had to be strong for us I suppose. He is twenty-six and he has accomplished nothing except bail me out of Juvy and found Conrad and I good homes (plus himself an apartment close by). He is like a scary version of Superman. Gwendal isn't the guy to go to for emotional troubles.
I feel bad for him. When he was only ten years old, he was forced to grow up in order to help raise his two younger brothers. I held a great amount of respect for him. He had no memory of the first ten years of his life except that he was Conrad and my older brother.
"How have things been?" Gwendal tried to start a conversation.
"Alright," I shrugged and looked out the window. I liked to watch as my life passes by right in front of my eyes.
"Have you thought of… you know," Gwendal asked me this question every damn time I see him.
One time… JUST ONE TIME I looked up 'quickest ways to kill yourself' and I guess I forgot to erase the computer's history. That one put me in a hospital for a day after I told everyone I wasn't going through with it. I was interrogated about my scars as people thought that they were self inflicted. I'll admit, one of them was. I just wanted to know what pain felt like when I administered it instead of someone else. Dumb idea, I lied and said I fell and I had to get two stitches.
"No Gwen," I sighed, "You don't need to ask me that all the time. I'm not going to kill myself. It's a wimpy way to go."
And the tension began to rise as the spring heat brought it's awkward humidity along with it.
"How is school then? Are the kids still bothering you?" he tried to change the subject. It's not a better one.
I came out as gay about five years ago. It was right before the incident happened (I won't go into detail about that yet, it's not pleasant for me to think of) and just after I got my first boyfriend. He lasted for a week until I was relocated.
It's not that my high school discriminates against homosexual people, it's just, to be cool people sling the word 'gay' around as an insult. It's not that bad, I mean, I get my own space when I'm changing for gym and I'm practically untouchable since the Principal tried to be more PC. But that doesn't keep the kids from throwing slurs at me and trying to push my buttons. I'm not just the gay kid, I'm also the weird loner kid that likes to draw in his notebook all by himself.
"It's fine," I groaned, "Can we just talk about something else?" I scooted myself to the space in between Conrad and Gwendal. "Have you found anything about our birth mother?"
Gwendal and Conrad have been searching for our birth mom after we took some DNA tests to learn that we share the same mom but not the same dad.
Conrad shook his head, "No, it's almost as if she doesn't exist."
I pouted, "What about our fathers? Anyone with the last name 'B' yet?"
"Same with them," Gwendal said, "Now sit back in your seat."
I listened to him and crossed my arms over my chest. Gwendal stopped in front of the high school which was booming with raging hormones and angst.
"We're going to pick you up after school today, okay?" Gwendal said, "Remember, tonight you are sleeping over at the apartment."
Every Friday I stay with Gwendal and Conrad. I look forward to our slumber party since sometimes it's hard for me to see them. Text messages and phone calls aren't the same as seeing someone face-to-face.
"Alright," I smiled as I hopped out of the car.
I slung my bag over one shoulder and followed the trail of makeup and really bad fashion into the school.
School is a form of torture only Satan could think of. Every girl here is just a cardboard cut out of the next, with straight long brown or blonde hair and makeup to thick that it makes Drag Queen makeup look modest. Each girl dresses slutty and pushes the boundaries of the 'no shoulder' rule, which is pointless. If I was a straight boy, I wouldn't be looking at a girl's shoulders nor stomach. There are certain girls that actually understand that they can look nice without wearing shorts that have their ass sticking out the bottom. I'm friends with those girls.
Now, the boys all are mega-straight men (even though I've sucked their dicks more than they've touched a girl) that think football is cool. Baggy pants and some T-shirt with a shitty message on it, or even something from American Eagle. Then the designer shoes that I think are a waste of money. I mean, who needs ten pairs of $100 shoes that are worn once and only to nice events!
Anyway, there are certain guys that understand how stupid this is, and I'm friends with them as well. Except for the theater men, GOD those boys are so fucking annoying! Just because I'm gay they think I want to do musical theater! Theater kids stereotype gay people more than the jocks do. Actually, jocks are relatively nice people, especially when they are checking me out in the locker rooms and profusely apologize after.
During lunch, I sat with my friends at our table in the corner of the lunch room. It was the most peaceful time of the day.
"Did you hear about Mr. Garrison's lesson today?" Nyssa asked as she nibbled on her potato chips, "He was talking about same-sex relationships in society."
Yes Nyssa, just because I'm gay means I listen to everything that goes on.
"Nyssa, just because Wolf is gay doesn't mean he knows this," thank you Zachariah. He was Nyssa's twin brother. They were freshmen.
"Wolf, you gonna eat that?" Andrew pointed to my untouched sandwich. I only ate the apply from the lunch Janet packed me.
"Stop it!" Vinny smacked Andrew's arm, "Of course he's going to eat that!"
Vinny and Andrew are the other two out gay kids in the school. They've been together since their freshmen year, they are seniors now. They go together like Son Of The Mask and critics approval, but somehow Vinny and Andrew actually made it work (unlike Son Of The Mask, God that movie is fucking creepy).
"Actually, Andrew can eat it, I'm not very hungry," I pushed the food in Andrew's direction. He smacked his lips together before he tore open the bag and devoured the food as if he hadn't eaten in a few weeks.
"What's wrong?" Nyssa asked, "Is it the hunt for your birth mom?"
"Ugh, don't remind me," I groaned, "Gwendal and Conrad say it's like she fell off the face of the Earth. I mean, she has to exist, right?"
"Either that or you're just a figment of our imaginations and we are all locked up in a mental hospital," Zachariah said as he took a bite of his food.
"Sometimes I'm concerned for your health," Vinny sighed then turned to me, "Don't worry, you'll find her soon."
"I hope so," I curled my fists loosely, "I just want to know what she's like and if she is as stone cold as Gwendal or as bubbly as Conrad. Or why she gave me up." Was I just not enough for her?
"It must be a good reason because no one with a good sense would ever leave you alone," Nyssa smiled, "You are one of a kind. I mean, no one else would have the sense to stab their lower lip with a pin!"
"Thanks," I flashed her a sarcastic smile.
Those four might be quirky, but they are the only ones who make me feel like I'm alive.
After school, Gwendal and Conrad picked me up. Today was one of those days that we would visit this little secluded lake that nobody knows about except us brothers. It was our special place when we were younger. Now it is about an hour and a half drive there.
The lake was surrounded by soldier trees. I liked how it felt like I was protected by the gentle hug of nature whenever I went there.
I laid down on the grassy lakeside and looked up at the clouds. One finger played with the lip ring and I hissed in pain.
"Why don't you take that thing out?" Gwendal asked as he poked my bottom lip.
"It looks cool and ow!" I snapped at him as he joined me in the grass.
"Just let it close up so we can take you to a professional," Conrad smiled as he laid down on the side of me that wasn't taken up by Gwendal.
"Maybe," I shrugged, "But you guys need that money, why waste it on me?"
"Because we love you," Conrad said.
"I'm insignificant compared to your lives," I sighed, "When will you two both stop living for me and just live?"
"What does that mean?" Gwendal sat up along with Conrad.
I jumped to my feet as my blood boiled,"It means I'm not a baby anymore! I have problems, but you do too if you don't start living your lives! I can't keep hearing about how you are saving for my college or buying me new clothes or paying for my medical bills! Try going to a bar or go on vacation!"
Gwendal stood up and towered over me like Dracula. I gulped down any confidence I had before.
"Listen Wolfram, you think Conrad and I want to give up out live for a bratty boy like you?" he spat.
"Gwendal please," Conrad put a hand on Gwendal's shoulder as he backed me up to the edge of the lake.
"No, I'm sick of this Little Lord Brat always pissing about himself!" my silver haired brother yelled.
"Look-" I tried to say before I stumbled back and grabbed onto Gwendal's arm before I fell into the lake and took my brothers down with me.
When the water consumed me and I couldn't move, I thought this was how I died. What a waste of a life.
"Stupid kid," the woman hissed, "How dare you mock me by saying you are a fag."
"I just-" I squeaked.
"No," her lips curled into a tight smile as she back me up to the bed. She threw my hands over my head as her knees dug into my thighs. "Your brothers aren't here to save you this time. Maybe I can convince you that you like women."
"S-stop! Please Mom-" I thrashed my head back and forth as tears gushed down my cheeks.
"I am not your mother!" she screamed, "I am your Mistress. You listen to me, now undress as I go and fetch something to hold you down. If you aren't here when I get back, I'm going to punish you worse than what you'll get."
She got up and left the room. I slowly peeled off my clothes afraid of her threats. The cool air brushed over my nude body as she came back. She crawled back on top of me and tied my hands above my head. Then she tied my calves to my thighs so my knees were bent. Then my legs were tied wide open.
"Time for your punishment," she grinned like the Grinch as her hand traveled down my body, "Wolfram. Wolfram. Wolf-"
,.,.,.,
"Ram! Wolf!" I heard a voice.
I jolted up and screamed, "Don't touch me!"
"Wolfram, it's just us," I looked over to see Conrad and Gwendal soaking wet at the side of a river.
"Conrad?" I scrambled over into his arms until I calmed down, "Where are we?"
"I don't know," Conrad replied as he looked around.
The three of us got up and began to walk to what looked like a little medieval village. We thought it looked like an amusement park theme, but why would we be there, we were just at the lake. Please tell me a nudist colony didn't find us and take us in…
"HALT!" We stopped as if we were struck by lightning. A group of soldier like men with extra sharp swords pointed at us were surrounding us.
"Hold on man," I said, "Where are we?"
"Shut up!" the one man yelled.
"Don't talk to him like that!" Gwendal snapped.
"I said shut the hell up!" he kicked Gwendal in the gut which knocked the wind out of my brother.
"Gwendal!" I squeaked.
"It's okay Wolfram, I'm fine. Conrad," Gwendal looked over at Conrad.
Then everything stopped as a boy in a black uniform yelled for the soldiers to part.
"Why would you hurt them?" he asked.
That boy had to be as old as me! Something about him was familiar though, his aura was gentle and sweet, like a sticky bun. His eyes and hair were black like the coolest of nights and his skin was kissed by the sun. Ya know, the sun should really share…
"We shall take them back to the castle," wait, castle?
"Yes Your Majesty," The soldiers nodded. Your what?
What the hell is going on?!
Ryker: I might change the summary, if anyone has a good idea then pm me. I fucking hate writing summaries, I can't do them! AH it's so annoying...