-MoonxStar-: Hello guys! I know I said I'd update on Monday, but I never said which Monday! *Bum-bum-pssst* *crickets chirping* hm, yeah that wasn't really funny. *corner of woe* I made it up for you by writing a long chapter?

On another note, thank you everyone for reviewing/following/favoriting! And a special thanks to everyone who have stuck with me through my crap! And a special, special thanks to Wolfram99 for reviewing and making me want to continue this!


Chapter 2: Don't these people have anything better to do?!


After Greta had left the room, Wolfram sank back onto his bed with a groan. Thoughts were flying in his head almost faster than he could finish thinking them.

Why would a little girl be here? Was he really in a good place? But why would they take him in? Was the "Father" a rich pervert? But surely he had to have a lover to have a child. Was it a trick? Did they want something? Or were they just lulling him into a sense of security? Should he leave while he could? Or stay and see what happens?

Closing his eyes in frustration, he decided to just sleep, maybe this was just a bizarre dream and he was really slumped in an alley in who knows where. (AN: Whos name do they curse in? Shinous or Gods or Maohs?)

The door slammed open making his eyes fly open. Before he could process what had happened, he was dragged out of bed by his arm (the one not injured, thank god) and forced into a sitting position on an examination table.

"Now let's see what's going on here shall we?"

Wolfram was met with red, lots and lots of red. The woman's hair was red, she was wearing a red dress. The bright color made her skin seem paler then it actually was. Her sharp features made her seem aristocratic and cold. The only thing that stood out from all the red was her eyes, which were a brilliant shade of blue and were almost pulsing with the fire of her spirit.

Belatedly realizing that the woman's eyes had been studying him as well, he slightly straightened up, feeling strangely self-conscious. Was she the help? But her clothes suggested that she was a noble, which made him question her presence. Did she want something from him?

After what felt like eternity, the woman smiled, a little eerily to be honest "Well, Wolfram was it?" seeing his hesitant nod, her smile widened.

"My name is Anissina von Karbelnikoff, I'm not really a doctor or a nurse, but you're a special case aren't you?"

Seeing her putting on her gloves, Wolfram thought to himself that he should just keep quiet for the sake of his sanity.

Seeing that the woman (devil if you asked him) was actually waiting for an answer, Wolfram gave a hesitant nod.

Seemingly satisfied with his answer (or non-answer in this case) she went back to fiddling with seemingly random tools set on a metal tray.

"So Wolfram, where are you from?" she asked as she took a tool that looked like a tube with a needle stuck on top.

Looking at the strange device, Wolfram absentmindedly answered "Around". Seeing the look aimed at him, he decided to explain "I don't really belong anywhere, I travel all around, I'm not even sure where I was born, just that it was in Shin Makoku"

Anissina looked at him with narrowed eyes, Wolfram could tell that she was itching to ask more, which is why he was surprised when she asked how he ended up in the capital. Throughout their conversation, Wolfram could tell that he was being interrogated, no matter how badly it was hidden.

Truthfully he didn't mind her digging into his past it didn't really matter in the end right? He would be long gone by the same time tomorrow.

So when she asked about how he got here, he answered as truthfully as he could. He said that he had been traveling around till a family had offered him a ride to the capital city. Thinking that it was time for a change of scenery, he decided to go along with them.

What he didn't say was that he had saved them from bandits which had led to them offering him the ride.

Seeing Anissina get up (not that she did anything in the first place, was she really someone who should have checked him over?) Wolfram was sure that the interrogation was over.

Which is why he was surprised when she asked him about his family.

"What?"

"I said who do you live with? Your family, you know, parents, brothers, sisters, the annoying uncle that everyone seems to have stashed somewhere," Anissina narrowed her eyes "You know you sort of look like the previous queen Cecilia"

"Thank you?"

"Oh don't look at me like that! It was a compliment, you should feel flattered" fiddling with the straps of a suitcase as she tried to discreetly look at Wolfram "So, got anyone?"

Suddenly, Wolfram could remember random flashes. A boy, older than him with brown hair and eyes, teaching him how to fight with a sword. A man with dark grey hair and navy eyes handing him a stuffed toy. Him looking up into eyes like his own, and in front of him were lots of men.

"Come on Wolfy-chan, help your mother choose your new papa!"

Then there were memories that he could actually remember. A girl, a flash of orange hair, sapphire eyes, a burning building.

"Go Wolfram! Go!"

"I don't really….remember" he replied finally, cradling his head.

Seeing the disbelieving look, Wolfram decided to elaborate.

"I don't know remember who my real parents are, I remember being in a dark room, and a woman named Angelina got me out. I guess you could say she was my sister as she was too young to be a mother. By the time that I was 30 (AU: About 6 in human years) she had been killed by humans. Since then I had joined a couple of kids, but we separated and I've been traveling since then"

Seeing the blank, slightly glazed look, Anissina felt pity stir in the pit of her stomach. Feeling uncomfortable with the sappy feelings coursing through her, Anissina abruptly got up and decided to report her findings to Gwendal.

"You just lay down here and don't aggravate your wounds."

With those final words, Anissina left Wolfram with his thoughts.

"She didn't even do any checking" he mumbled to himself.

Looking after her retreating form, Wolfram got up from the examination table and tried to follow her advice. Right before the door opened for the third time.

'What do people have against letting me rest' he thought irritably.

Schooling his features into a more relaxed one (he didn't need to be on bad terms with the people who were taking care of him after all) he faced his new guest.

Seeing the slim form of a teenager come in, he warily eyed the new-comer. Did they send someone close to his age to interrogate him this time? The teen was average height, he had oval glasses making his eyes look smaller. His hair was deferentially stiles with some oils. All in all, he looked pretty average, except for the fact that he was a double black.

Slightly taken back by the person, Wolfram tried to pretend that this didn't affect him. Still he couldn't help but notice the black outfit the stranger wore, ensuring that everyone that saw him knew he was an important person.

"So, Wolfram," he could practically see the sarcasm dripping off his name, "why did you come here? What are you meddling with this time?" the newcomer finally stopped walking and leaned against a wall opposite of him. The way his body was angled made him stand partly in the shadows, but his glasses somehow caught the glare of the light, giving him an eerie feeling.

Trying to act as if any of this wasn't affecting him (because it wasn't!) Wolfram looked blankly at the other teen "What?"

"Oh come on, stop playing innocent just admit you're meddling. You really have to let go of this place"

When Wolfram just continued to stare at him with a dead pan look, Murata finally pushed himself off the wall and walked over to him.

His eyed furrowed as if he was looking at a puzzle. The stranger leaned in, making Wolfram lean back uncomfortable with the closeness.

"But…you look so much like him, I thought-" then as if some sort of switch had been flicked, his whole demeanor changed and he stood back. The light reflecting off his glasses disappeared with just the right tilt of his head, his whole posture seemed to go slack, giving him a more laid back look. And if that wasn't enough, his lips tugged into a smile that pretty much radiated innocence and naivety.

The whole things unsettled Wolfram.

"Sorry about that, it seems that I've mistaken you for someone else"

Coming up to Wolfram, the teen offered his hand.

"My names Murata, Murata Ken"

Warily taking his hand, Wolfram quickly released it, trying to get away from the b-Murata as quickly as he could.

'Something's just not right with this guy" he thought suspiciously.

Murata, seeing the wariness in the guest, chuckled slightly. He then sheepishly scratched the back of his neck and said "I'm really sorry about that just now, I guess I can get a little paranoid."

Grinning widely he continued, "Nice to meet you Wolfram" he leaned back against a wall opposite of Wolfram, "A lot of things are going to come your way"

Wolfram stared at the other teen weirdly, "What's that supposed to mean?"

But Murata seemed as if he wasn't even listening, instead he was tilting his head to the side, as if listening to something. "Well, it looks like you're going to have more company" he said as he pushed himself off the wall.

Then as if waiting for a cue (Wolfram wouldn't be surprised if that was the case, these people were crazy!) the door opened admitting another boy who was a double black.

The new boy was tan and looked lean, making him and Muratas pale skinned body look partially opposite. He had big black eyes where Murata's glasses made his eyes look small. His hair also had this messy 'just-rolled-out-of-bed' lok. He was also wearing similar clothes as Murata, making Wolfram think if they were some special soldiers or something.

"Eh? Murata, what are you doing here?" the boy tilted his head to the side (it wasn't cute damn it!) and slightly narrowed his eyes.

Chuckling, Murata answered as he walked toward the exit "Nothing Shibuya, just checking on our guest" looking back at Wolfram he continued "Remember what I said" with that the door closed.

"O..k..? That was weird"

'Shibuya' sat on seat the seat that just happened to be next to his bed. He was looking at wolfram with a completely dumb grin on his face (it wasn't anywhere near adorable and didn't make Wolfram want to pet him).

"Hey! I'm so glad that you're awake, I was slightly worried that you wouldn't wake up and I'm so glad, cause I got really, really worried when I saw those guys picking on you." Shibuyas eyes widened as he slightly panicked "N-Not that I don't think you could handle yourself, but it was three against one, and I'm sure that you could have beat them in a fair fight. I'm not questioning your masculinity or anything, just that it was unfair and as the one responsible I have to make sure everyone is taken care of and-"

Wolfram was feeling tired and slightly amused at the boys rambling, he couldn't help but see the boy make a fool of himself. But when it looked like he was going to pass out, he decided to interfere.

"It's ok," seeing that he had gotten the other attention, Wolfram decided that to ask some of his own questions. "Shibuya was it?"

"Actually, my name is Shibuya Yuuri, please call me Yuuri, or Shibuya if you want, um-"

Wolfram cut him off before he could start again, "Alright Yuuri, Can you tell me where am I? And how long I had been here?"

Shibu-Yuuri Gah! So many names to remember.

'But…I don't really need to remember them right? After all, I'll be gone soon.'

Not noticing Wolframs mussing, Yuuri sort of….gawked at the other.

"Y-You mean the others didn't tell you anything?"

Seeing the "no duh" look, Yuuri mentally cursed his castle staff.

"Well, you're in Shin Makou…"

"I know that!"

"I mean, you're in the castle infirmary right now! And you've been here for 3 days" Yuuri said happily, making Wolframs eyes widen.

"T-Three days?!"

"Yeah, it's not that lo-"

"Heika?"

Both the people looked to the door, which neither noticed had opened. A man walked in, he was clearly in a soldiers attire, making Wolfram feel a little uncomfortable.

"Ah! Conrad!"

Conrad finally looked up and froze "W-Wolfram?!"


-MoonxStar-: Yeah, I'm evil (actually my cousins nicknameefor me is evil) Next chapter will be next Monday and no funny business this time. I'll try to update this every Monday from now on.

On another note, what do you guys think, should Wolfram remember Conrad? Or be like "WTF who are you?" or what? Leave your ideas in the review! Happy Monday everyone!