The chill of the winter wind caught Yuuri off guard, he selflessly removed his jacket and wrapped it around the defenceless sleeping boy, ensuring that he would be safe and warm.
He gazed upon the peaceful resting figure, his chest tightened. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' he thought to himself.
He began walking away from the boy, gathering scraps of wood on his way, carrying them under his arm. He needed to get himself together. He needed to figure out where on earth he was. As he walked through the woods he could not help but admire its beauty, the thin, tall trees were adorned with healthy green leaves that clung to the frosted branches.
He moved through the brush and caught sight of another clearing, a swath of green grass swept towards the top of the low hill, a small isolated tree stood proudly atop the hill, elegant pink leaves were stolen by the wind and swept in a beautiful spiralling pattern towards him.
Despite the beauty of the forest, there was only one thing dominating Yuuri's thoughts; the adorable blonde boy.
Every time his thoughts landed upon the blonde, he felt short of breath, a burning sensation would heat his cheeks to an extraordinary temperature.
Ignoring the thoughts, he proceeded further into the clearing, stepping closer and closer to the lonely tree. When he reached the bottom of the tree, he gently ran his fingers over the white, course bark, His hand stopped its soothing motion and was transformed into a fist. He slammed his hand into the tree, frustrated, confused. He lowered his head until it rested onto the tree.
"Where am I?" He shouted, distressed.
Light peered through the tips of trees, slightly heating his face.
He turned around, gathering up his wood and started heading back towards the blonde boy. He was losing hope. He was cold. Hungry. Scared.
As he paced back through the woods, he approached the familiar glade, with the familiar figure still slumped against the tree.
He threw the pile of wood on the floor and began placing them one by one in a strange square shape onto the forest floor. He needed to build a fire to keep them both warm.
"How the hell am I supposed to light this!" He shouted, kicking the pile of wood. The sticks and twigs scattered through the clearing, littering the ground of the once pristine space.
Exasperated, he released a heavy sigh and dropped to the floor frustrated. He covered his face with his arms. He was getting nowhere.
A warm hand rested on his shoulder, he jolted back from the unexpected action. He quickly looked up, until his eyes finally landed on an angelic face, whose facial features expressed concern.
"Um," the blonde began, "A-are you okay?" slightly tightening his grip on Yuuri's shoulder.
"Yeah." He replied quietly, slightly shocked to see the boy awake.
The blonde boy winced, gripping his hand tightly onto his head. Yuuri quickly got to his feet to steady the blonde,
"What's wrong?" Yuuri asked, closely examining the boy.
"I'm fine!" The blonde shouted, pushed Yuuri back. He then leaned down resting his hands on his knees, exhausted.
"I'm cold." The blonde stated, looking around the clearing. "Where are we?" He continued.
"I don't know." Yuuri said in a whisper.
The blonde walked around the clearing bending down to pick up the sticks Yuuri had thrown across the clearing. Yuuri mirrored the blondes actions, piling the sticks under his arm. The blonde knelt on the floor, plunging a large stick into the floor, scraping the dirt and mud until a shallow hole began to develop. The blonde suddenly broke out in a fit of coughing dropping the stick into the hole,he clutched his stomach tightly. Yuuri ran over to the boy, knelt down next to him patting his back to try and ease his pain.
"Get off!" The blonde spluttered, pushing Yuuri to the ground. "S-sorry, I just," he said, remorse clear in his voice "I don't know what's wrong with me."
"No, no, no don't worry, you're in pain. Let me help!" Yuuri replied grabbing the stick, frantically continuing the hole that the blonde boy had started to dig. The blonde sat there bemused at the black haired boys actions. After Yuuri felt his hole was sufficiently deep, he looked back up at the blonde, an inquisitive look plastered onto his face.
The blonde frowned. He grabbed the bundle of sticks and began arranging them until a wigwam shape was formed.
"How do we light this?" Yuuri questioned.
The blonde reached into his coat pocket, probing inside the small pouch until he retrieved a small box of matches. He struck the match and the feeble flame burned with a pure orange glow.
"Why do you have matches?" Yuuri scorned.
The blonde leant down and held the flame to the edge of the wood. The flame quickly spread through the fire pit, producing a brilliant heat that radiated both the boys.
"I don't know." The blonde muttered. "Come here." He said holding out his arm.
Yuuri edged over to the boy, sitting shoulder to shoulder with him. The blonde wrapped the jacket around them both, he huddled close to Yuuri.
"Wha-what are you doing?" Yuuri spluttered, his heartbeat raising to an incredible speed, heat raising to his cheeks.
"We need to keep warm." The blonde declared, closing his eyes, he leant his head onto Yuuri's shoulder.
"What's your name?" Yuuri asked, trying to take his mind off his ever growing blush.
"Wolfram." The blonde boy said yawning, nestling closer.
"Where are we?" Yuuri tried, but Wolfram was already asleep.
The fire flickered, illuminating a beautiful orange hue on the blonde boys face. Yuuri wrapped his arm around the blonde, closing his eyes, listening to the peaceful sounds of the cracking fire until he eventually lost consciousness.
A/N:
Sorry for the slightly late update, it took me a little longer than I expected to write this chapter, I tried to make it a respectable length this time. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you for reading!
