Here is chapter 2. I hope you like it and please review if you do!

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Chapter 2

"He seems like a nice boy, yuuri," Abi said softly from where he was standing.

Yuuri looked up into his beautiful gold eyes with a tiny smile.

"Yes, are you sure it was ok to give him King Hiryuu's diary though," Yuuri asked, turning back to watch as Hak rode off down the road by his grandfather's side. They were headed back to Fuuga and wanted to get some travel in before it became too dark to travel.

"I'm sure it'll be fine. He has a kind heart, that one," Abi responded.

"I wish he could have spent the night though," Yuuri said dejectedly.

Guen thought of several embarrassing jokes he could make, but held his tongue, knowing the severe nightmares the little prince suffered from.

"Maybe he'll stay longer next time, prince Yuuri!" Shu-ten said, appearing suddenly.

"Shu you scared me!" Yuuri exclaimed.

"Sorry," he apologized contritely.

"I hope he comes back though," Yuuri sighed, turning and heading to his room, the three dragon warriors floating along behind him.

Later that night, when the whole castle had fallen asleep, the 3 dragon warriors watched helplessly as their prince twisted in his bedding, caught in yet another nightmare.

They tensed when a panel of the wall suddenly wiggled and was removed.

"Intruders?" Guen said, leaning forward with narrowed eyes.

"No, it's Zeno," Abi said, shock coloring his tone.

They watched as their fourth and final brother snuck into the room. His once golden hair was dull from dirt and tangled.

The yellow dragon crept over to his young master and looked down at the whimpering boy sadly before crumbling to his knees. Tears began to stream down his cheeks.

"Zeno is sorry for being so late miss," he whispered.

He flinched when a small hand brushed his cheek, wiping the tears away. He looked up, his wide and teary eyes meeting the sleep fogged prince's.

"I remember you, you saved me. I thought you were hurt. I saw the bad men stab you lots," Yuuri whispered, still petting zeno's cheek almost absentmindedly in comfort.

"Zeno heals fast, but zeno couldn't save the miss's mum, zeno is so very very sorry," zeno whispered back, sorrow choking up his voice.

Zeno felt more tears flood down his cheeks when the child wrapped her small arms around his neck tightly.

"It's ok, I don't blame you. Thank you for saving me, zeno," Yuuri whispered through his own tears.

"Poor zeno. King hiryuu would cry, seeing his yellow dragon so sad," Abi murmured sadly.

"Zeno, is my yellow dragon?" Yuuri whispered.

"What?" Zeno asked, unsure if the other had been speaking to him.

"Nothing," Yuuri finally answered, giving a huge yawn unexpectedly.

"Miss is tired, zeno is sorry. He will let you sleep, zeno just wanted to make sure you were ok," zeno said, trying to make himself relax his arms.

"Stay? The nightmares will be better if you stay. Please?" Yuuri pleaded, clinging to his sleeve.

"Zeno will stay for a bit," zeno relented, he also wanted to keep the young child in his sights for a bit. He was still terrified he'd wake up and realize that it'd all been a dream and he'd been to late to save his new master.

Yuuri sat up suddenly with a small gasp, looking around his dark bedroom.

"Was that just a dream?" he wondered quietly, but the spot beside him was arranged like a little nest, as though someone had been resting beside him, the spot still faintly warm. Nestled into the covers was a little yellow dragon stuffed animal.

"Ouryuu left about 15 minutes ago," Guen said softly from the corner of the room he was currently occupying.

"Ouryuu...the yellow dragon. Right?" Yuuri asked hesitantly, still learning his history.

"Yep. Poor Zeno, he's been alone a long time. I guess we know why King Hiryuu looked so sad when he looked at Zeno sometimes," shu-ten said, looking sad as well.

"What do you mean?" Yuuri asked.

"Zeno's an original dragon kiddo. He was...is...our brother, who protected and fought by king Hiryuu's side," shu-ten responded.

"But that was...a really, really ling time ago!" Yuuri exclaimed after trying to figure out the exact amount of years, but failing, he struggled in mathematics, it's not his fault!

"2,000 years. Give or take a year," Guen agreed.

"Poor Zeno. We all wondered where he could have ended up, because he never came to greet us in the heavens, it's the original reason we finally returned to the earth. But our spirits are confined to a three mile radius around you, little prince," Abi said, his gold eyes sparkling in sadness.

"Don't cry abi," Yuuri pleaded, even as his own eyes teared up at just how overwhelmingly lonely Zeno must be.

"Yuuri?! Are you awake?" Yuuri jumped when there was a light knock on the door. Min-su, the servant assigned to him called.

"Y-yes," Yuuri called back, trying to wipe away his tears.

Min-su frowned when he walked in and saw tear stains on the little prince's cheeks.

"Prince Yuuri, are you alright?" He asked, concerned.

"I'm ok, just had a sad dream," Yuuri whispered.

"Ah, I'm sorry to hear that. Was it about your mother again?" Min-su asked kindly.

Min-su was fourteen years old to his six, but he'd been caring for Yuuri for as long as he could remember and there was no one, alive at least, that he trusted more.

"No, not this time. It was about my Ouryuu. He was sad and all alone. Everyone he loved left him behind," Yuuri admitted a partial truth, he didn't think min-su, as understanding as he was, would be very understanding of a stranger breaking into his room late at night.

"You've been dreaming of them a lot lately, haven't you, little prince?" Min-su said, offering him a small smile as he went to open the shades.

"Yes," Yuuri said simply, getting to his feet as Min-su offered him a light robe to use after he had bathed.

Yuuri tried to fight down the urge to hide his wounds from his friend, but finally, with slumped shoulders and a dejected voice, asked the other boy to turn away while he bathed.

With a gentle, understanding smile, min-su turned away, allowing him the momentary closure he was needing.

"So, was this Ouryuu of yours the old ones, or one of the new?" Min-su asked, settling in to wait.

"Both. He was the old one, but he's also mine," Yuuri responded.

"Eh? How does that work?" Min-su asked, confused.

"Ouryuu is the one with an unbreakable body," was all Yuuri said, reciting it as though he'd read it from a textbook.

"I'm all done," Yuuri added a few moments later, interrupting min-su' s train of thought.

"That's good," he said, turning around and giving the young boy a smile automatically.

He knelt down to help tie the sash, ignoring the little flinch Yuuri couldn't stop, as well as his small body tensing. Finishing, he patted the boy on the hand and stood up again.

"Ok then. You need to get ready because the doctor is coming again to check your wounds and see how your eye is doing," min-su told the other boy as he followed him back into his room.

"Why bother? It's not going to work again, everyone says so, and I don't like the doctor, he smells funny and always touches to hard," Yuuri complained, sitting back down on his futon.

"He smells different because of his medicines he makes, and in order to help your wounds heal, he has to touch you, prince," min-su said, amused, as he lays out the prince's clothing for that day.

"I don't like it though," Yuuri grumbled.

"I'm sure you will survive," min-su said.

Hak entered Hiryuu castle behind his adoptive grandfather, wondering if it would be overly rude to run off to find the prince. He had A LOT of questions.

"General Mundoek! Hak!" King Il greeted with a strained smile.

"Is something wrong?" Hak asked bluntly, seeing the stress on the normally collected and carefree king's face.

"Ah, we just had some unsurprising, but discouraging news and Yuuri isn't handling it very well. He's run off again and no one's been able to find him. The only thing keeping my any semblance of calm right now, is that I know he hasn't left the castle, because one of the guards would have seen," the king explained.

"Do you want me to go looking for him? I might have better luck finding him?" Hak offered.

"We've searched everywhere, but any assistance is more than welcome," the king answered.

Hak set off down the hall at a trot. After searching for a bit he finally found the room with the fake back wall, and after a bit of struggle, managed to get it open.

He entered the hidden space, taking care to make sure the door behind him was closed before proceeding to enter the hallway. He started walking slowly, counting the corners as he passed them, until he finally reached the one he needed and made a left. He continued walking, heading for the spot he remembered from the last time they'd been in the passages. Yuuri had led them thru an old room that was surprisingly clean and he'd noticed a handful of books and candles around the room, blankets and pillows arranged neatly in the corner making a little nest. When he'd asked the prince about it, he'd told him it was his special secret spot.

As he neared the room he realized that the door was open slightly and he could hear the prince crying.

"I've been gone less than a month! How'd he get into trouble in that amount of time?!" Hak asked himself, beginning to move quicker as worry filled him.

He pushed the door open the rest of the way and froze as his eyes landed on the prince, sobbing hysterically as an unknown man a few years older than him held on to him tightly.