Oh my God, don't kill me please. This chapter isn't great...actually I'm pretty sure it's grade-A shit compared to the others, I just didn't want you guys to wait so long...
Anyway, here it is...
FORGIVE ME?
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At first, I shook because it dropped 10 degrees as we both stared at the approaching ship. Wolfram's face had absolutely no form of red in it. His usual fiery personality was extinguished by the blue flag, flailing in the air passing it. The air was blowing in the direct opposite direction in which we were going, ironically. It had been, this whole time. It was almost symbolic…like a big sign with big red letters saying, 'Hey! Don't come this way!' I suppose we should have listened to it…because at that time…I was so scared. I hadn't noticed the flag until they took us captive, however. It was the look on my fiancé's face. That ice cold look he gave the ship, nearly disappearing into the gray sky. I had half a mind to grab his hand because he looked so lonely. It was like the last time we arrived in Shin Makouku. He had that depressing look on his face again. It gave me goose bumps for sure, but it also made me want to hold him again. He looked lost. He looked up sharply at me as I grabbed his hand (which was ice cold), and nearly pulled away. I held it tighter, making him just give up. He stared into my eyes for a second, almost in a trance, like he had been this whole time. Then he got a stern look on his face. He was a stone. His face turned into a man's, controlling and bitter. He looked like his status: a soldier. I took me by surprise because he appeared to be as manly as his brother Gwendal. I choked on my own spit as I took that face in. He let out roughly, "Hide now, Yuri, before they notice more than one person on the boat."

I didn't register it completely before letting out what I thought. As always.
I struck his body with my words, letting go of his hand. Blush spread across my face, making it slightly warmer for me. I looked him straight in the eye, "Wolfram, I can't agree to let you be the bait for this! Do you think I could leave without a guilty conscience, knowing that you'd probably be overworked and murdered by these people, WHOEVER they are? Wolfram, I'm going to have to decline. We can both hide or we can face this head on, no matter the consequence. Alright!" His reply came quickly, grabbing me by the collar of the frilly nightmare, and letting spit shower my face as he spoke. He started it with an insult, as usual.
"Moron! Don't you understand who you are? What you are? You are the Maoh. Do you understand what these people will do to you if you're caught? They will…do horrible. Things. Now you WILL hide, or I will make you…understand?"

"Not sure I am, Wolf."

Then I felt a sharp hit to the temple, and I fell to the ground, losing consciousness…later I woke up in the cellar, behind some boxes. I wasn't sure how long I had been out. It had felt like hours. I had begun to think it was hours, and I began to freak out…thinking I was all alone. I thought of how horrible that would be…to be stranded. How selfish of him…I thought, resting my cheek against the hard wooden wall of the boat, brushing it slowly with my face. I liked the texture. The wood was slightly damp from the humidity that came from the rain, so it was cold. It felt good as my face became hot. Then, surprising myself, I felt a fragile tear run down my face. What if I never saw him again? But my moment of sorrow was cut sort. I heard muffled voices from above. He hadn't left me just yet. I didn't hear much…I just hear Wolfram's voice, very strong at the time. I heard them (whoever was up there with him) walk around. The steps got louder as they walked near my whereabouts. I shivered slightly, becoming frightened of my fate. I wanted to go with him, Wolfram. But, I was sure that he'd kick my ass if I so much as tried to get myself caught. I sat there wondering if I should start screaming or not. That's when the door opened.

"Rob, get your ass down here and let's take a look," said an impatient man's voice. The voice was crusty and showed years of ware.

"Coming, Sir," that voice was slightly less deep, and more kind hearted. It seemed as if he were a trainee or something. I pictured him with a small frame and very big, round eyes, shaking while holding a big gun.

I heard them approach then come to an abrupt stop at the dead end of the cellar, where the barricade of boxes stayed. I became very quiet…not even letting myself take a breath. Locking my joints so tight, they began to ache. I don't know why I did it, too, considering the fact that I wanted to go so badly. I guess it was the fact that it would make Wolf mad. I just, was stumped, afterward. After 30 or so seconds of silence, the older, angrier voice said something.

"It looks like the pretty boy wasn't lying…there's no one here."

The younger one fidgeted and moaned out a little something. I imagined his face growing red when he saw it.

"S-sir," he stops for a moment, probably to point it out, "Look at that!"

The man looks, I guess and I can almost hear him jump. "By the gods! What is that?"

"Not sure Sir, not sure. It looks like something is under there…like an alien, maybe?"

"Maybe, Rob…start clearing out those boxes, we'll see, won't we?"

It was that blue light coming from me! That's what caused such fortune to happen! I smile spread swiftly across my face. I didn't have to do a thing to get figured out! Wolf couldn't be mad at me! The dim light from the outside started to peek through the cracks as they removed the layer of boxes. When they found me, they instantly flinched. There was a big one, he was built like Gwendal, and had very long, luxurious brown hair, like all Dai Shirimon folk. He wore that yellow, white, and grey suit with several buttons and things on him, showing he was a higher up then the boy next to him. Speaking of, the younger one, reminding me of a trainee, had hair to the shoulders, brown (obviously), and straight as a board. He had a small frame, and shaky little legs. He flinched when he saw me.
I was obviously a high powered demon…what with my black hair and black eyes. Then there's the fact that I was letting off a bright light…whatever that meant. They stared at me for a few moments before looking to each other. They began to discuss things.

"He's obviously a highly powered Mazoku… Do you think it could be him, sir?"

"There's only one way to find out…" The man looked at me, striking me with a cold gaze. I shook under it, and shifted slightly. He then snapped his fingers and pointed at my arm. He looked at the younger man. The one called Rob dashed for my arm, and gripped it tightly…with a weird since of care… The he got a rougher tone to his control of my body…like he was remembering I was a strong Mazoku all of a sudden. I was then rudely dragged to the deck, where the bigger man stopped his subordinate. Rob looked up in confusion at first, and then recollected that I was a prisoner. His leader held out some handcuffs to obviously clip to me. He did that, I complied. We were off again. I was calm up until I saw the blonde at the edge of the boat, where the plank was. Our plank was connected to the other boat's plank, and he was standing there looking at the ground. It made me a little uncomfortable seeing look so…pathetic, really…

Then he looked up.

We made eye contact.

His pathetic face tinted with a little bit of anger. He wanted to call out, 'wimp!', but he didn't. He didn't want to bring attention to himself. He didn't want to bring attention to our relationship. He just broke eye contact by looking away, and then pulled one of his sassy faces. Then I was right next to him. The guards stepped back and took a good look at us.

"Well there's no doubt they're demons." The older one said, looking at Rob.

"Yes sir. But what do you think they're doing out on the ocean during this time…with the war still going strong?"

The general smiled. His crow's feet became very vibrant, and so did the rest of his wrinkles. "That's a good question…you don't think they're messengers for the opposing team, do you?"

Wolfram tensed. He was obviously getting different vibes from these guys than me. I didn't understand what was so bad… And it was bad, too. I mean, why else would Wolf look so pale?

"Oh, I hope for their sake they aren't…"

For their sake…? What did that mean?

They walked us across the plank, then handed us some familiar peach clothes. They were the exact same ones from before…the ones that the Dai Shirimon prisoners wore in Caloria all that time ago…

They made us change in front of them, just in case of smuggling. They undid our chains momentarily so we could get the long sleeves on, then when we were all done, they hooked us back to chains, but this time, they hooked us up together. I had the right chain, he had the left. We were connected to eachother. As they led us to the brings, I had a chance to feel the uncomfortable fabric on my skin. It was almost unbearable. It felt like one of those old sweaters that my grandmother knitted. It felt like there were little cactus pines in the fabric, stitched in. Needless to say, I'd rather be naked. I looked over at Wolfram at some point, too. He had a scared took on his face still. With that, I grabbed his hand for comfort. He, however, did not grab it back. He just let me hold on. We then reached a door, nearly the last one on the right. It was a plain brown wood…as a matter of fact, the whole brig was wood, but this one was the plainest. Anyway, they got out some keys and unlocked the plain door. The pushed the both of us in and we tumbled. I looked up a little then, to gather my surroundings. There wasn't much…brown…splintery…

But there was a woman there…in front of us, coughing. She was holding something very curious in her arms. She rubbed it, then slowly looked up at the both of us. Then the ever so silent Wolfram looked up at her, and spoke shakily.

"Ma'am, pardon me…but is that a baby you're holding?"

She gulped and replied with a yes, and then when back to caring for her baby. That's when Wolfram grabbed my hand back. Needless to say, he was sweating like a pig.