Dairey: hey everyone. Here is the new chapter.
Syns: Sorry for the great delay but we had some problems in real life.
Dairey: Yes, you see right after I posted my zexal special chirstmas I recived horrible news. My favourite grandfahter pased away on christmas day itself. It was very unexpectedly because he wasn't ill or anything. So I went to a couple rough days. And after the funeral I was very busy with grandmothers because she sits in a wheelchair so I didn't have much time to write and I wasn't always in the mood. But things are a little bit better now
and so I continued again.
Syns: Also we were very happy with the many reviews we got from chapter 1
Dairey: 17 in total to be excact. That is just amazing!
Syns: So enjoy
Yuma groaned from pain as he slowly opened his eyes. He hissed from the stinging pain in his side. "W-what happened?" Yuma asked.
Carefully he sat up. He gasped from amaze when he notices he was lying in a big white room from with the wall frames molding were decorated with curly vines and small butterflies. He couldn't believe that he laid the biggest most comfortable bed he had ever seen. Yet again this was the first real bed in all his life.
"Where in world am I? How did I end up here?" Yuma asked in confuse. His mind was completely blank, nothing came to him of what happened or how he got here. He was even surprised when he saw the bandage around his bare chest.
"Man where did I got myself into now." Yuma muttered.
He then noticed a voice coming from behind a big fancy decorated door. "Maybe the person behind that door can tell me where I am."
Yuma threw off the sheets and stepped on his bare foots to the door. But just before he reached the door he yelped when pain shot through his side. The pain was so overwhelming that Yuma felt on his knees breathing deeply.
"Now for lesson two: anyone that mess with me….pay the highest price."
Yuma froze when his memory returned to him. He remembered again how he ran into Drake, who wanted to pay him a lesson for making his younger brother look like a fool. Yuma tried to escape but Drake and his comrades trapped him in alley near the market where they beat him repeatedly until Drake stabbed him in his side.
"What on earth do you think you are doing!" A woman voice yelled.
Yuma looked up with sweat running down his face. He saw a mature woman with shoulder-length dark purple hair and lighter purple highlights, with several bangs coming down past her brown eyes. She wore a long with robe that loosely draped around her shoulder and was held with a beautiful large brooch shaped like a butterfly.
"You're not supposed to get out of bed with that stab wound." The woman said irritated. Carefully she helped Yuma back on his feet and leaded him back to his bed. She sighed when she saw that the bandages have turned red.
"Just as though: the wound has reopened." She walked back at the door but before she disappeared she turned back at Yuma pointing at him. "And You. Don't move a muscle. Understand." She said sternly before leaving.
Yuma swallowed not daring to move a muscle. He definitely didn't want to get at the strange woman's bad side. But who was she? He had no idea.
After a while she returned with clean bandages and two bowls. One was filled with water while the other was filled with a strange substance. Carefully she removed the bandages around his chest afterwards she cleaned with the bowl of water. She then took the bowl with the strange substance. "I warn you this can sting a little bit." She said as she took a small amount in her hand. Softly she rubbed the small amount on the reopened wound.
Yuma hissed loud. /Auch! Sting a little bit? Is she kidding! This stings like hell!./
The woman chuckled. "Okay maybe it stings harder then I assumed. But it really helps against infections and it heals the wound more swiftly." She explained while wrapping the new bandages around his chest.
"There, all done. Now don't you move young man or you will reopen the wound and then I have to use my stinging medicine again." The woman said.
"Thanks miss. But may I ask who you are?" Yuma asked who couldn't contain his curiosity anymore.
"I am Dextra the royal healer." Dextra answered.
Yuma gasped. "Y-you mean THE Dextra, the most powerful healer in the world?" Yuma exclaimed from amaze.
Dextra raised an eyebrow. "You know any other powerful healer under the name Dextra?"
Yuma scratched his head while he grinned widely, his cheeks turning red as felt embaressed for asking such a thoughtless remark. "Oh right. But where am I?" Yuma asked.
"Right now you're inside my healer room inside the palace of King Zunthral." The healer answered.
Yuma's mouth dropped when Dextra told him that he was at the palace. Yuma always had seen the majestic white palace from his improvised house but he had never though that he would actually put one foot inside the palace of where actually the king lived.
One question remained unanswered for Yuma: how did he ended up here? He was about to ask it but a knock on the door interrupted before he could ask. Without a word Dextra walked up to door and opened it. She bowed slightly as two Astral beings slowly floated in.
Yuma saw that one was a male with dark azure hair that curls up, his skin which had the same color as his hair and was embellished with green marks. The other was clearly a female with long curly hair and skin white as snow also embellished with green marks. The golden jewels they wore around there neck and wrist were embellished with the most shinning stones Yuma had ever seen.
"Welcome King Zunthral and Queen Yasseya." Dextra said.
Yuma was astonished when Dextra addressed them as King and Queen. He wanted to jump out of his bed and fall on his knees before them but he remembered that Dextra ordered him not to move. He swallowed. What should he do? Kneel? Or stay put? He didn't wanted to feel that stinging substance again. But what if he got punished for not kneeling for the King?
Queen Yasseya somehow noticed Yuma's struggle. She looked at him with golden eyes filled with concern. "Are you alright dear boy? You seem to tremble." She said with a soft voice
"I..I want to kneel to show me respect your majesty but healer Dextra told me not to move again." Yuma said quietly.
"Oh? And why is that Dextra?" Yasseya asked.
"A moment ago his wound reopened after he stepped out of bed Your Hingness. I told him not to move otherwise I have to clean and nurse his wound again." Dextra explained. Then a smile appeared on her face. "And appearenly he doesn't like my stinging medicine."
Yasseya chuckled soflty behind her hand while Zuntrhal put a reassured hand on Yuma's shoulder. "Don't worry boy. You are excused for not bowing."
Yuma felt his heart sigh in relief. Then again he had heard how King Zuntrhal always had ruled with kindness and respect.
"Now that you know our names can you maybe tell yours?" Yasseya asked
"Yuma. Yuma Tsukumo." Yuma answered.
"Very well then Yuma. Can you maybe explain who did this to you and why?" Zuntrhal asked
Yuma nodded. "I was attacked by Drake and some of his companions Sir."
"Drake? Where have I heard that name before." Zunthral said as his white eyes narrowed.
"Don't you remember Your Majesty. I once had a man in my care who almost beaten to dead by gang who's leader was named Drake." Dextar said.
Zuntrhal snapped his finger. "That's right I remember. Drake. Yes, he has a long and bad reputation. But what did you do to get him on your bad side Yuma?"
Zuntrhal started to get worry that this boy 'Yuma' maybe was another criminal that got in Drake's way.
Yuma swallowed as he saw Zuntrhal white eyes peering at him. "I-I insulted his younger brother your Majesty."
"How?"
"Well he wanted to steal some little girls medallion to sell it for some gold. But that medallion was the only thing she had from her passed away mother. When she started to cry I came in and took the pendant from Lexar, after I –euhm- punched him. It was just a little punch in the stomach your Majesty I swear! I only did because he didn't want to give it back." Yuma explained
"Just one punch? Nothing more?" Zuntrhal asked suspicious.
Yuma head nodded frankly. "I swear it. Just one punch and it wasn't even a hard one."
Zuntrhal looked at Yuma's face searching for any sign that could show him that Yuma was lying. But he didn't find any of it. In fact he only saw respect and kindness in Yuma's eyes. This boy was from good nature with a good heart.
"I believe you Yuma." Zunthral said with a smile.
Yasseya nodded. "So am I. You don't look like a criminal kind."
Yuma felt relief that they believed him.
"So this Drake and two companions beated you and stabbed you just because you made his younger brother look like a fool? How old are you?" Zuntrhal asked suddenly.
"I am 13 years old."
Yuma, Yasseya and Dextral jumped when Zuntrhal slammed his fist on the cabinet next to the bed. "They tried to kill an innocent child! That is unacceptable!" Zunthral shouted angry. "Wait when I get my hands on them they.."
"Honey please calm down. You are frighten Yuma." Yasseya shushed her husband.
Zuntrhal looked at Yuma, who indeed was shivering in fear. Yuma had to admit that seeing King Zuntrhal angry was even scarier than seeing Drake.
Zuntrhal coughed. "My apologize Yuma. When I hear great injustice I quickly lose my patience."
Yuma who understood the king's outburst smiled back. "It's okay your majesty."
"I see that the boy is finally awake."
Yuma blinked in surprise when he saw a new Astral being standing at the door. He had the same hair style as King Zuntrhal but his skin with green marks and hair were lighter from color. It was like Zuntrhal's dark azure skin was mingled Queen Yasseya's white skin creating a light blue color. He too wore jewelry around his neck and wrists but his were smaller and lesser decorated.
Yuma wonder who this new stranger was until he saw the eyes of this new Astral being.
He recognized those eyes immediately. It was the same pair of mismatched eyes of white and gold he had seen before he lost his consciousness. This is the person that have tried to stop his bleeding and lifted him from his pool of blood.
"It's you!" Yuma exclaimed.
"You know him Yuma?" Yasseya asked.
Yuma froze; he had forgotten that the King, Queen and Dextra were also in the room. He grinned, feeling stupid for shouting in front of them.
"Yes, I-I mean, no. Well not personally. But he is the one that found and saved me." Yuma explained.
"We must say we were very surprise when our son returned with you wounded in his arms. Then again if Astral didn't bring you here you would defiantly have died." Yasseya said.
Yuma felt his blood drain from his face when Queen Yasseya addressed the young Astral as her son
"Y-your son? You mean that h-he is the prince?" Yuma stammered.
"Yes indeed. This is Astral, our oldest son." Yasseya said.
Yasseya's answer made Yuma speechless. From all the persons in the world he was found by the son of King Zuntrhal and Queen Yasseya, and not just any prince but the crown prince.
Yuma stared at Astral who stared back with his piercing mismatched eyes.
/That gaze. His eyes/Yuma though./They are so…emotionless. Even his face shows nothing at all. It's like his whole face is a mask./
"Now that the child is awake maybe he can tell us where he lives so we can warn his guardians."
Yuma cheeks burned. "I-I am no child! I am already 13! I am old enough to have no gua-guard, whatever it means." Yuma protested.
Yasseya quickly came between before Astral could respond on Yuma's protest. "Oh A-Astral didn't mean it like that Yuma. But what Astral meant of where your parents are so we could warn them. They must be very worried about you. You're already here for 2 days." Yasseya explained.
Yuma face dropped as he looked sadly to his hands, mumbling something.
"What did you say Yuma?" Zunthral asked.
Yuma sighed deeply as he looked up again with saw watery eyes. "I don't have any parents."
Dairey: Aaaaand here it ends.
Syns: Why?
Dairey: otherwise it's getting to long
Syns: Fine. Please review the chapter and see you next time.
Dairey: this time you don't have to wait so long. I promise.
Next time: Yuma tells a little bit of his past. But what will happen with afterwards?
