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CHAPTER 2

"Wh-what?" Yuuri asked, his voice weak and shaky. Wolfram was heavy in his arms. Nonetheless Yuuri maintained his hold around the mazoku boy's unconscious body. With anguish, he saw the butler putting down the porcelain teapot on the table and with slow steps, velvet soles, approaching the couple. Sly smile, hungry eyes.

A wave of anger washed over Yuuri. This burst of emotional violence was rather occasional but with age, it happened more easily. Just as the same with meditation technique, sometimes, feeling an explosive unfairness triggered Yuuri's powers from the deepest within him.

Fortunately today was one of those occasions.

Ciel's eyes widened, his body freezing in his armchair. Sebastian halted in his steps, a flabbergasted expression on his face.

Before their eyes, stood a long black-haired man with a dark, piercing, and haunting gaze. He was taller and stronger-built than that boy Yuuri, who beside being handsome enough, was kind of average. Stooping and sliding his arms under Wolfram's back and knees to carry him against his chest, the mazoku king uttered in a deep, sombre voice:

"You have dared to threaten us and put our lives in danger. You will pay for it."

Breaking the windows panes, two enormous water flows coming from the rain shot towards Ciel. If it wasn't for his butler hurling towards him and wrapping his arms around his body, the young earl would have been dead in the worst cases.

Sebastian resisted the two water shots, making himself a shield to protect his master. He groaned at the intensity of the flows: even cannon's bullets would pale in comparison. His mind agitated with multiple questions, something that didn't often happen. He couldn't remember having experienced such a violent attack before. Who were they? Mere humans didn't possess a similar stock of strength. Water was filling the room. As Sebastian looked over his shoulder to find them, Ciel curling up against his chest and clutching the butler's shirt, he saw a water net surrounding Yuuri and Wolfram in a sort of shield before their silhouettes became invisible. A few seconds later, the water stopped its unnatural movement and remained motionless. The living-room looked like a pool now with water up to their knees.

The two strangers were gone.

"Urgh," Ciel tried to straighten himself. "Wh-where are they?"

"I have no idea, my lord." Still looking over his shoulder, Sebastian raised to his feet, the young earl in his arms. "I have no idea of their true nature, either."

"They're not simple human beings and not shinigami either. What does that mean?...You must have already met people like them!"

"No...Unfortunately, no. In my whole life, yes, I have seen people managing to control water or fire...but they were just human beings who made contracts with devils and witches. It wasn't in their nature. It was completely different from these Yuuri and Wolfram. I felt something from them that I have never before."

"They escaped us."

Sebastian addressed a small smile at his master, finding it amusing to have another reason to mock him.

"It seems you can't get everything you want, my lord."

"Shut up! And take care of that mess!"

**-at the Shibuya's-**

"Wolf...Wolfram?"

Someone was calling him. A soft voice. Wolfram blinked his eyes open.

"Yuuri".

His own voice sounded hoarse. As he opened his eyes, he moaned because of the blur of his vision. Then as it came back to its normal, his eyes focused on Yuuri's face above his. Wolf rubbed his eyes, which had Yuuri smile. He reminded him so much of a child at the moment. Wolf's reddened cheeks didn't help. Pearls of sweat were streaming down his face.

"You're safe, now. But sick and feverish."

"...How?"

"I succeeded in bringing us here. I...I really wondered what happened. We turned back time, Wolfram. That boy and that butler; they were both devilish." Yuuri had raised from the bed, strolling towards the window with hesitation. It was raining outside, just like in that time period. He glanced at Wolf, who was frowning, then shook his head:

"I'm sorry. We'll talk about it later. You're still unwell."

"Did you tell my brothers? Or even yours?"

"I did contact your brothers. They started to investigate the matter. Oh Great One, I thought Gunter would die...but he's the best placed to find an answer!"

"We're at your place?"

"Yes, dad and mum went to do some shopping for you."

Wolfram frowned. He was weak as a baby. He gritted his teeth when such unflattering and belittling a comparison came through his mind. As a result, he tried to lift his torso, propping on his elbows. The shock hit him hard and wound his ego: never had his body weighed so much; he felt as though he had suddenly put on pounds.

"Hey, hey," Yuuri said, pushing him mildly back on the bed, "rest, you're tired!"

"I'm not! Just..." as the words came out of his mouth, Wolf felt something else wanted to come out too. Nausea. "Shit, Yuuri, a bucket..."

Wolfram covered his mouth, but vomit was winding through his bowels then his throat, faster than his reaction. Yuuri tugged the near dust bin as quickly as possible, allowing Wolfram to vomit his heart content.

"What the...?" he said, coughing so hard, that he had Yuuri massaging his back in an attempt to soothe his pains. "Damn it!"

Except when sea travelling, Wolfram was having a hard time remembering when he had thrown up so much. That evil-looking earl must have added some poison in their tea.

"Guess you haven't been affected by this," Wolfram said with some relief, turning to Yuuri. Indeed, as he scanned Yuuri, his king seemed in perfect shape, although his complexion had paled a little, out of worry.

"I guess so."

"That's because you're the Demon King. Ah, you and your powers..." the blond sighed, tugging lightly on Yuuri's hand as if to reassure himself. Damn, his own breath smelt foul! Wolf felt briefly ashamed, even more so with Yuuri's agreeable scent and fresh breath.

"To be honest, I did throw up a little," Yuuri admitted, "when I woke up. And I think it did help to pass the sickness and nausea. Now I'm feeling much better. It'll be probably the same to you."

"I hope so," Wolfram said, falling back on the bed. "I'm still wondering why we landed in that time and space. It's not that we particularly asked for a time travel. Except for your pervert mind."

"Ahh-aha, sorry about this!"

"Never mind. I should be used by now with your flirting habits."

"Wolf, you know I don't flirt, and I don't even have time for this!"

"Say that to Lady Flynn, you idiot. I saw how you looked at her when she visited us, last week."

"Wolf..."

"Shut up, Yuuri. Yes, I'd rather have some sleep."

Yuuri eyed Wolfram as the blond closed his eyes, arms raised against the pillow and framing his face. He lowered his forearm and rubbed his eyebrows with boredom. Even when he was doing something as simple and random as that, Wolfram really looked like an angel.

Hesitating a little, Yuuri paused staring at him and finally raised from the bed, cautious not to be too abrupt.

"Well, I think my parents have come back. I'll tell them you're still resting."

"Mmh," Wolfram made lightly.

***At the Phantomhive's castle***

The library looked like some giant mess, as though a building destruction had been ordered there. Books were scattered all over the floor. In fact, a spoilt kid was sitting on a big armchair covered in Bordeaux red velvet, placed in the middle of that pool of books.

"Not this...not that either," he often muttered, his eyes scanning each page of the book he had chosen. His patience stayed even, although the fact of not finding anything interesting and relevant started to get on his nerves. However, the more books he was browsing through, the worst he was thinking of his library. How didn't it have all the books he needed right now? "I can't call that a library when most books are missing." He would purchase some new ones again.

At the moment, the door opened in a soft thud; Sebastian came in, rolling forward a gold tray. A French dessert was standing on it, surrounded by a tea set, open flower-shaped cup filled with hot red tea. In another small bowl made in porcelain, there were many chocolates with almonds on top.

"My lord, that's tea time."

"Mmh-hm."

"You've been searching in books for hours. You may get some rest."

Ciel's hand tightened around the book. A vein popped out on his temple. "I didn't ask for-" He turned around, glaring at his butler as he was about to tell him to mind his own business when his gaze caught the pastry and the chocolates. "Well, why not? Put everything on the desk."

Sebastian concealed a small smile and pushed the tray towards the desk, doing as asked with care, following his butler's own aesthetics . Despite playing the adult, Ciel Phantomhive was still a child, somehow. So much for a devil's personal amusement, Sebastian laughed internally.

"Sebastian, you'll purchase more books of that type, again. I can't seem to find anything in those. I'm under the impression to waste my time."

Waste his time? Such an understatement, as the butler stole a few peeks at the objects on the floor. Aah, he would have to tidy all of this after that; as if he didn't have enough work and duties to tend to, already. But everyone, even a demon enslaved by contract, had to obey that brat.

"No satisfying answer? I think your family wasn't well into...fortune-tellers, ghosts stories..."

"Sebastian. We're English, of course, ghosts stories would be part of my family." Even if I don't really believe in them...

"Well, that's all right, my lord. I'll get more books about time-travellers, natural-elements controllers, soon. After all, this might be useful for my own knowledge, too."

Ciel moved up from his armchair and came to sit by the desk. His stomach was in knots. He was so hungry right now that he wondered how he hadn't realized it.

"In all your life as a devil, I find it surprising you never saw people like them."

"To be honest with you, my lord, I did smell something."

"Smell? What do you mean?" Ciel cast a curious look at his tall butler.

"They...They're probably from another world."

"What..." Ciel's interest in eating evaporated. Dropping his fork, he turned towards Sebastian.

"Here, on Earth, despite all the differences you've got, there is still something attached on all of you telling me right away that you're human beings from Earth. For example, when I meet any Shinigami, their looks and eyes aside, I recognize their identities only with their smell. While Yuuri mostly smells like you...I couldn't say the same thing for Wolfram von Bielefeld."

"You're...What you're saying is very interesting, yet a bit frightening. First they have powers. Second, they're from the future. And then you're saying they're coming from another world. What happened?" As he said, his voice trembled and his gaze dropped.

Sebastian stared at him, slanting his eyes. His master didn't look really innocent in all that matter, right now... Did he do something that Sebastian had overlooked or not noticed? Sebastian would take care of that business later. It would be quite a deal to know what his brat of master had done.

"I also wanted to say Lau is coming for dinner tonight, with his sister..."

"Oh please, Sebastian, we both know she isn't his sister," Ciel said with a short mocking laugh, though, his confusion didn't leave his features. Blood seemed to have abandoned the boy's face.

"Very well, Lau and miss Ran Mao are coming tonight, as expected. What should I do for dinner?"

"Anything. I trust your skills in that matter, as usual."

"You're too kind. Then, I'll prepare it soon after checking the house and the other servants."

As Sebastian strolled out to make his exit, Ciel gasped and would have fallen on the books, had he not gripped his armchair.

Did he dream or was that shadowy figure with two horns on the head hovering over the door, real? It peered at him and vanished. Alone again in the library, his body started to shake, fear raising within him as he kept staring towards the door. What was that? For a moment, Ciel was tempted to call back Sebastian.

***At the Shibuya's***

"Where's your friend?" Shouri asked.

In the kitchen, the two brothers were serving themselves with phô, a sort of Asian soup with noodles. Their big bowls were filled with generous portions.

"Wolf? He's in my bedroom. He got sick."

"Who's sick?"

A beautiful girl came in the kitchen. Kaori was Shouri's girlfriend. Invited for dinner at their house, she was a smart and curious girl who loved to know about people's business.

"His boyfriend," Shouri said, casual.

"Wha-"

"Wolf isn't my boyfriend!" Yuuri protested, whirling around to face his brother and smacking his back with his spoon. "Stop saying silly things just to show off before your girlfriend."

"Ah matter of fact," Shouri went on with the same calm tone, ignoring his little brother "they're also engaged. My brother proposed to him."

"Shouri!"

"Oh, Y-Yuuri, I didn't know...Well, I guess I can't introduce you to my cousin Sachiko."

"Don't listen to Shouri, he's an idiot, sometimes!"

Kaori laughed but her thoughts were still lingering on what her boyfriend told her.

"Instead of spitting non-sense, go bring some food to Wolfram before mum yells at you for neglecting him," Shouri said with a wink, carrying two big bowls for he and Kaori. Yuuri groaned with rage (his brother could be so cocky!), yet he thought his brother was not worth his anger, and serving Wolf something delicious would help to elevate his mood. Though, he hoped he wouldn't vomit once again.

"What's this?" his voice small, Wolfram asked as Yuuri put down with great care a tray on Wolf's lap. The smell was delicious, but he wasn't sure to be able to finish all the bowl's content. He had thrown up three times in the day and his stomach still felt weak. Moreover, his fever hadn't slighted down a bit.

"Pho. It's really good. I made sure not to add too much spice in it."

"I heard a girl's voice down there," Wolfram said, taking the chopsticks.

"Don't worry, she's my brother's girlfriend, haha."

"I also heard "He's not my boyfriend!"" This time, the blond looked into Yuuri's eyes, as though expecting some explanation. Yuuri dropped his gaze, scratching his hair.

"Well, Wolf...I mean..."

"Of course, I'm not your boyfriend. I'm your fiancé. That's such a better and more refined word to use. Please, remember it."

"...Right. You're right, I guess."

"You must have been embarrassed," Wolfram smiled.

"A bit. But I think she's well raised and will never say something bad about this kind of things."

"People must be wondering if you're crazy or not."

"Haha, well, you can see it in their eyes but I don't mind that much, now."

"I will accept you saying I'm not your boyfriend...But, Yuuri...Make sure I won't hear what you said any longer. After all, I'll make everything in my power to change your mind. You'll feel different about me." Yuuri caught the determination in Wolf's voice, but the blond looked into his bowl, deciding to eat the rest of the white noodles damped into the delicious sauce.

For Wolfram, it felt as a relief to utter what was laying deep into his heart.

"Yuuri!" Shouri shouted out from the dining-room. "Come here a minute!"

"Right," Yuuri rolled his eyes and raised from the bed.

He headed for the doors, which forced Wolf to look at him. His eyes only met Yuuri's back as he went out.

Wolf's heart skipped a beat.

For a moment, a laughing girl, thin as a stick and dressed in a filthy wet dress, was sitting at the corner behind the door. Her long dirty blond hair accentuated her ghostly appearance. Her eyes, red and yellow, were peering at Wolfram with mischief. She giggled, her lips marred with scars, as Wolfram looked for his sword.

Next second, she was gone.

Yuuri was about to ask his brother what he wanted; yet, he didn't expect to find a frowning Shouri, looking at him with worry:

"Yuuri, did you do this?"

"What?"

"This!" Shouri lifted a family pictures album. He opened it and Yuuri's eyes broadened in stupefaction: someone had torn a good bunch of family pictures and had pierced them where people's eyes were situated. This act was made by a great anger and rage.

"It was on the floor, in the living-room. Did you drop it?"

TBC