Hi everyone... it has been awhile... sorry! But on the plus side I have written a lot more! So once they are proof read I will get the next couple up soon:D Please stay with me until then *begs* haha :P
Thanks again for all all the followers and everything! It is awesome and always makes my day when I know someone else has enjoyed my story so far:)

Reply to reviews:
Problemhunter: of course! I just have this picture of a person hunting for problems... so it amuses me haha Thanks! Well 21 was when I really got into fanfiction so why not:P And 'bat' was because I am a nerd and love batman/DC, & well aren't we all a little crazy? It just works haha But you are right, it would have been better! haha Thanks! That is awesome to hear! Hopefully I can keep it interesting then! And you are right, you just can't rush it:P I have to keep reminding myself, like with this chapter, I thought maybe it might be a little boring and prolonging everything, but I like it and feel it adds to the over all story so hopefully you guys agree:)

Zafira: Thank you again! Feeling the love! (I had to google it again, but I love it!) :)

guest: haha he was with Yuuri, but now he is at the castle and Yuuri is on his way to his meeting, I explain it a bit better in the next chapter:) Thanks for your review! They could be right:P But yeah, I haven't given you guys much to go on, but I will do that more when they are on Earth:D

SweetHeaven: I am glad you liked it! I was a bit worried that some people might not seeing as Lucas is an OC; at the start I wasn't going to write much about the made up characters, however for the overall story line & to explore Wolf's personality & why he is the way he is, it is important to also explore these characters a little. I am the same, I am not sure how I would act:/ But, idk, this is a possible way I guess? I am glad you like it though, thanks:) Ooh I explain that in the next chapter, sorry for making you all wait one more chapter:P haha
That is still appreciated by me, even more so because it means that it is good enough to be understood by others which english isn't their first language; so thank you:)

BlueStarLightCB: sorry about that! It is hard to get the balance of information needed for the over all story line to move forward & get the more exciting emotional stuff between Yuuri & Wolf - After the next one it is pretty much a lot of Wolf & Yuuri:D haha...I probably get too excited about this haha Thank you! And thanks for the review!

Chapter 11: The Calming Conrad

The sky painted baby blue promises happier days, while the dark orange sun sends a warm embrace to the ships sailing across the ocean towards human lands.

A fleet of three travels the unpredictable, yet strangely calm waters from the Great Demon Kingdom. Although the ships were war ships, they meant no ill will towards Big Cimaron and the humans occupying these lands they travelled to. They were there to solidify peace, however one could not officially send one's Maou and closest advisers without a strong convoy. Still uncomfortable with the need for status and façade, the young King wanted a smaller convoy, while the chief adviser wanted a larger one. And so they compromised, it was decided that three would be enough to ensure safety; in case something unfortunate was to occur; while not being too imposing, or 'show-offish' as Yuuri had stated earlier.

The young King spent the last hour of the journey dragged back into unfriendly thoughts. He had tried losing himself in the cool breeze of the wind and the singing of ocean crashing upon the sides of his ship, but of late, those tactics were becoming more and more difficult to employ.

He closed his dark black eyes once more, leaning upon the wooden ledge towards the stern of the ship, he willed his body to let go. The heart ache. This burning inside draining all his energy, he willed it to blow away. Wished for it to be embedded and forgotten along with the cool breeze surrounding his body. He imagined it starting with his tired feet, the cool breeze circling his ankles guiding all negative and saddening burdens to follow up, and up, and up, around his strong legs, past his hidden manhood, dragging out the many hurts and worries hiding within his stomach, past his chest, lifting the burdens from his shoulders, and taking away the unwanted and useless thoughts inside his mind. Then, leaving behind an empty vessel of harmony, one with enough energy to do his people proud, and fulfil his role as King.

But sometimes imagination can only go so far. All that he was, he felt, was a beating heart of hurt, bleeding with worry and uncertainty.

It had been more than twenty-four hours since he had laid eyes on his blonde friend, and longer since he had spoken to him. However, the string of his words still lingered fresh within his mind and heart. It pained him, drained him. Sleep would not allow him passage because of it.

And in an hour's time, when he steps upon human territory, he did not have the luxury to be spacing out; he knew that. Gunter did his best to keep the young master on check; however Yuuri had been prepared for this meeting for many months now. Although a refresher of advice was always good preparation, Gunter's discussions, or rather, lectures on 'appropriate behaviour' were already lost on Yuuri's ears. Sensing this, the adviser suggested that perhaps some fresh air and time to himself would do the young King good. Yuuri complied and soon found himself staring towards the ocean unable to untangle himself from dreaded worry, hurt and longings for the third Demon Prince.

A few metres away, always hovering not too far out of reach, stood the half-blooded demon. He wore his brown military uniform as expected, however while no eyes lay upon him, his long-favoured smile was forgotten. He stood as the strong, diligent solider that he was, always ready, always watching his King as was his duty. Yet his eyes lay past the black hair dancing with the wind to the far horizon floating further away. Conrad clenched his fists behind his back with a sense of hopelessness as he wondered about his younger brother. A sense of distance now once again physically represented between them.

His mind wandered to a time when the blonde creature was small enough to fit peacefully in his arms. His eyes would lie there admiring the little features making up the tiny person his mother had given life to. He would listen to the soft breaths of the little creature for hours as it brought him great bliss.

Drifting down memory lane, his mind wandered to a time when a stormy night or frightening sound would lead the toddler to his room in need of comfort and protection.

He hears the cries of laughter and remembers the smile as lovely as the sunset before him.

The determination for perfection as the young boy begged for another sword lesson was a memory always leaving him with warmth and affection.

The laughter soon turns to sobs as Gwendal leaves for a trip, but would return to happy ones of relief as the memory shows Gwendal returning; picking up the young blonde before embracing the rest of them.

Pain bleeds from uncontrollable truth, his blood causing tragic distance between them. And so, the master of hurt, worry, and distrust would lead his little brother to unreachable lengths.

Conrad's heart tightens at the memory of betrayal shinning in the young emerald eyes; he hated the sounds of anger in his ears.

Begged the memory of stolen innocence to be but a bad dream.

Wished the cold memories of a broken, angry, adolescent Prince, whose sole purpose of existence was to indulge in sin until he forgot his pain, were untrue. Wished that the tune to the song of their never-ending arguments didn't ring loud in his ears.

Hated playing over-protective brother who drove away people who promised false love to the young adolescence. Despised how that demon knew how to toy with his brother like that; wished he had noticed sooner, could he have stopped it before heartbreak ruined him more?

Nor could Conrad forget the pain of loss once more when he thought that it was over. When he thought he could almost reach that little boy's hand once again with the entrance of the young, kind, Maou. He had held such promise.

The wind blew a cold rush that tore away dreams of an innocent boy who mightn't ever be touched by war and perhaps, cursed blood.

His memory glazed over the many more painful than happy memories of his perception of the young demon. They led to and stopped with the image of him riding to a place he could not travel.

Barely a moment passes that Conrad wonders if he could have done more. Been more. Be more, for the lost man with half his blood.

The brown-haired half-blood focuses his eyes back on the dancing hair. He let out a sigh, he thought; it was about time to try and switch the young King towards more positive, productive thoughts. He briefly, bitterly, thought that now Yuuri would experience some of their pain. That perhaps now he could learn to understand how it feels to have their past.

Although, he truly never wanted that for the young man.

As he steps across the ship closing the distance between them, he remembers a time when he truly thought Yuuri could be the answer for even this. That Yuuri could be the piece of the puzzle to break through to the untouchable demon and bring back a man full of smiles and hope.

But, it seemed now, at least to Conrad, that perhaps not even their King, one filled with inspiration and indescribable hope could pull his stubborn little brother to a better place with them. Wolfram's stubbornness and distrust would not allow it. Conrad was grateful that Wolfram had grown into a respectable, open-minded man. However, he still couldn't help but wish for more. Perhaps he was greedy, but he didn't want his brother to just be okay, he wanted the world for him. He wanted a life worthy of smiling upon.

As he reached Yuuri's side he placed a supportive hand onto the man's shoulder. He glances to the black eyes and wonders how the young demon will handle a situation where he cannot control the outcome. He could not force his ideals on everyone; he could not will people to change their hearts so easily. Conrad knew this notion would trouble the demon, he knew he didn't take any loss of hope well. And Wolfram was not someone so easily understood; he wasn't sure if Yuuri would be able to handle accepting that.

"He will be fine. Mother is there to make sure he doesn't burn down the house in anger." Conrad said with a warm smile.

Yuuri's snapped out of his daze and with wide eyes turning towards him replied, "He wouldn't?!"

Conrad let out a small laugh, "that was a joke. Although, he has been known for taking out his anger on inanimate objects. He certainly does know how to make a mess that is for sure."

"Oh, right, haha" Yuuri said, with a polite smile.

Briefly turning back towards the sunset he took a breath in, willing his body to find a sense of calm.

"Come on; let's have some tea before we arrive." The solider said before turning away from the warm glow of the orange sunset.

Yuuri looked back at the man next to him and then processed to follow Conrad away from the wooden ledge and towards the heart of the ship. It was comforting having Conrad around, Yuuri always felt that everything would be okay if he just stayed near. He was Yuuri's god father after all, and even though he didn't get to know the man until arriving here many years ago, he always felt a connection of home through him. Perhaps that, Yuuri wondered, was the reason he always had a calming effect on him. And so, once again he would place his trust in his god father and trust that Wolfram would be okay.

Okay, so it was probably a bit of a filler... and I was debating whether or not I should put it in; as I just wrote it when I was at a cafe ages ago to get my brain working haha And exploring ways to express emotions in different ways, but I ended up liking it and I feel that it works pretty well, even more so once you read my next chapter;) Although probably very cheesy... haha

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