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Remember this, the story is pure YuuRam-Yuuri/Wolfram. Yoai/Slash/Shounen ai.
Other couples include - YozRad-Yozak/Conrad and GweTer-Gwendal/Gunter
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Gruesome, Blood-Spill, Alpha/Omega/Beta, Suggested Sexual themes, AU, Maybe-MPreg
Please thank my wonderful beta: StephyYuki for all her hard work.
Chapter 1
Our Loveable Alpha King
Shibuya Yuuri was in his office, thoroughly bored and tired. His hand burned, as he had been signing papers since early morning and, now, he was hoping to take a lunch break, but one look at his administrator had sent him packing. Besides, he was more than certain he'd feel guilty for asking in the first place.
With a soft sigh, Yuuri looked back down at the ever-growing pile of papers. He remembered when he had first come to Shin Makoku, he swore the paper work wasn't this bad; bored, he tapped his thumb and index finger together. Everything had been so much easier back then, he went on adventures and fought evil to keep his Kingdom safe, everything he could possibly dream of, he did.
It was everything for a 16 year old, at the time, Japanese kid. He never thought of mating, love, and all those things Lady Celi is always pushing for. Yuuri smiled as he remembered how he reacted when he found out not only was he a King but also one of the rarest and most powerful Demon Breeds, an Alpha. It had been so un-real, ever since he was a child he had been on the sidelines, always thinking he wasn't made for something special, but here he was, an Alpha and a King. Who would have known?
Five years had passed since the arrival the Maou. The years had flickered by quickly, and Yuuri felt like he had missed them. It was his 18th—in Human years—birthday when he felt the urge, the urge to find something hidden out in his Kingdom. At first, he had shrugged it off for hormones, believing he was just being a normal teenager; of course, that wasn't the case.
Balls and galas had been given at the castle by the former Maou herself, Lady Cäcilie von Spitzweg. He had met and danced with at least a dozen beautiful young Betas, women in their tight dresses that outlined their bodies perfectly. Even a few men he had entertained. Unfortunately, he hadn't felt comfortable around any of them; he had always felt uninterested, disconnected to every single Beta he had met. Yuuri had come to find himself reeling; something was missing in his life, something he needed to find urgently. He knew it wasn't in the Noble courts as he had met and spent a great deal of time with every single one of them.
His Healer, Gisela, had finally told him that what he was feeling was his Alpha desire. Now that his body had caught up to his Demonic side, he was beginning to feel the need to find the one on the other side of his red-string. Apparently, it was normal for Alphas and Betas. With a tried sigh, he rested his cheek into the palm of his hand and lent against his desk, looking out his wide window at his Kingdom. It had been years; he had been searching and found nothing. His lips twisted together oddly.
"Where could they be?" He wondered to himself, his eyes staring in frustration.
The dark grey haired man coughed and rubbed his temples in frustration. "Mother, we've been over this. You cannot force a Beta onto his Majesty." Gwendal groaned, his tone stern.
"Oh~ But Gwendie~" A beautiful young woman tilted her head, pouting her cherry red lips. Long curls of blonde framed her straight face, her emerald eyes glowing. She wore a black dress that looked as if it had been painted onto her slim body.
"He's coming of age! It's time for him to mate. Can't you feel it? Love's in the air!" She squealed happily, throwing her arms out a bit too dramatically.
It was well known that Lady Celi simply adored love itself; she was always happy and bouncing when it came to love. She was so carefree. She had more than once intervened with the red-string of souls to place two Betas together simply for the joy of it. Despite this all, the beauty was known through the country as the most joyful person, especially when it came to a young Alpha or Beta that instincts were finally awakening. The ones who were closest to her would be able to see the small traces of sadness appearing within her somewhat hallow green eyes.
"Mother; that is something his Majesty must seek for himself. There is no use forcing his string to merge with another when they aren't meant to be." Gwendal quickly replied, his eyes narrowing down on his own mother, choosing to ignore her 'smell it in the air' comment. He still had nightmares from when she tried to get him and Anissina to mate; that was a roller coaster he preferred not to ride again. "He's only twenty years old."
Lady Celi pouts again. "Twenty Earth years, and if I recall, Demons on Earth age just like humans."
With a deep sigh, Gwendal rubbed his temples again. Why couldn't his Mother just accept as a normal person would? "Yes mother, that is correct, but since he has arrived here, he no longer ages."
Yuuri resisted the urge to roll his eyes. This 'argument' was something that he heard at least twice a week now. It never changed. Lady Celi was determined to get him to Mate; it was as if newly Mated love was a drug to her. Besides it's not as if he wasn't trying, he's trying to find his Mate. He could feel the other out in his Kingdom. Something he had spoken to Conrad about, his trusty personal bodyguard. Said brunette had been surprised to find that his King's Mate was so close to him and yet hasn't even tried to find him, it worried the human, as it was unsure for destined mates to do that.
Without lifting his eyes from the view of his Kingdom, Yuuri mouthed along with Gwendal. He knew this all by heart. It was true that he had been born in another world where Demons would age at the same rate of a Human, but back in Shin Makoku, Demons aged very slow compared to Humans. Another sigh escapes his tan lips, briefly closing his swirling dark orbs; he could understand both sides of the argument that was still going on. Lady Celi was right, he did need to find his mate, but not by her request.
It certainly wasn't with another Noble like how she was forcing it to be, and most of all, it most certainly wasn't anyone she'd be able to introduce him to. Gwendal was also right, there's no point in him binding his 'red-string' with another when he could feel it was wrong, when his heart just wasn't in it. He wasn't someone to do that to another person, he had seen other Kings in the Demon World do that. They had harems, and Yuuri had wondered how the other Kings couldn't see that their destined Mate was miserable? It confused him deeply.
Yuuri really couldn't wait to meet his chosen mate; his instincts were driving him insane. He couldn't sleep without a sweet dream invading his mind. His hands twitched on his desk; he had seen how other Kings and Queens treated their mates. Yuuri had often wondered to himself why they were allowed their Mates and yet it was as if he was refused even to meet his lover face to face.
The young Alpha King finally returned his attention to the two bickering people within his office in time to see Lady Celi swiftly through her hand out, catching her eldest. Midnight eyes drew wide in shock, in all the years he had spent with them, he had never seen the woman so much as playfully slap her children, much less back hand them. His lips parted as if to voice his confusion, but found himself lost for words. What was he supposed to say? His eyes flickered between the two, it was obvious at that moment the two really were mother and son, and they both had the hard and focus expressions; just staring at each other with little emotion present upon their faces.
Lady Celi almost glared at her eldest son, her cherry lips pressed together tightly. Her hands clenched at her sides and she looked like she truly did want to bring harm to her child. As soon as it was present upon her being, it dropped. Her form broke and her wide green eyes began to tear up with fat, hot liquid. Her bottom lip trembled and her shoulders hunched up, she wheezed softly before lowering her face and covering it with her hands. Without so much of a word, she left the room with a lost and broken sob echoing after her.
Yuuri gapped, unsure of what was happening. He stared at his office door, until he decided to take in his adviser's form. Gwendal stood with a stiff back; his eyebrows were drawn together as another wrinkle could be seen forming across his skin. His eyes shut briefly and he breathed in a deep burning breath; he snapped his swirling dark gaze onto the young Alpha, causing said Alpha to back away from the man.
"I advise a break now Heika." He spoke, his voice deep and firm, leaving no room for Yuuri to argue, not that he wanted to though. With a dumb nod, Yuuri watched as the eldest son of Lady Celi stalked out the room.
"W-What…what just happened?" Yuuri mumbled out-loud, still blinking uncontrollably.
He scratched the back of his head thoughtfully, wondering what it could have been to set off the beautiful Ex-Maou like that. Lady Celi was one of the most clam and kindest person he had ever had the pleasure to know; it was so unlike her to snap like that. Whatever Gwendal said must have shocked the poor woman. Running his palm across his forehead, Yuuri leant over his wide desk and groaned to himself. This was not what he needed, not at a time like this. Not with them being on the edge of a War with Small Shimaron. Lady Celi was right about something though, he was becoming restless for his mate; his coming of age had set his hormones raging and since, embarrassingly, known around the whole Kingdom and onward, something Yuuri himself had no clue how it spread so fast, the King of Small Shimaron had tried to force himself onto Yuuri.
Saralegi, a young Beta of 18 years old, had become the King after his father had passed away. He was nice enough, seeming friendly and always there to lend the young Alpha a helping ear. The two Kingdoms had a good peace-treaty, and Yuuri likes to believe they still did despite their little convention between the two Kings. Yuuri had worked hard to keep the peace, but he could even tell Saralegi was tensed around him, he just hoped it wouldn't affect the peace-treaty the two had made. It happened just last year, during his 'coming of age mating' ball, when the young blonde King had confronted the double black in private.
The ball had been a spectacular gala, with golden and black streamers and glittering floating balls made of pure power. The ball was hosted by the one and only Lady Celi within Blood Plague castle's finest hall. Wide glass stained windows, a silver dance floor, and dragon like pillars with little flower-like golden figurines carved into the walls. A massive, impressive candlelight chandelier hung in the middle of the hall. The ball had been on a beautiful evening with a full blue moon, it was considered lucky for the young Alpha. The clear night sky had sparkled brightly across Shin Makoku; lands just glowed from the twinkling stars, which struck hope in anybody who had decided to look. It had been a glorious night for the special celebration that was held in everyone's heart and just as Yuuri had expected, that night, Blood Plunge Castle had been filled with many noblemen and noblewomen.
The young host of the ball had stood with a proud smile, looking as gorgeous as ever. Her beautiful long curls hung over thin shoulders, part pulled up into a perfect bun. Her wide emerald green eyes sparkled as they watched the dancing noblemen and women. The woman had been pleasantly surprised when Yuuri, nervous to have so many eyes on him, offered her the opening dance as she was the Ex-Moau and as well as a woman who took pride in looking after him, along with many others. Their dance had Yuuri confused, and at that moment, embarrassed, as Lady Celi had been such a flirt as well as cheerfully advising him on all the young women and men they spotted around the room. Yuuri wouldn't ever let her know, but she had made him feel little woozy during their dance; why she'd felt the need to let him know who was good in bed was beyond him. A few of the people she pointed out was people she 'assumed' was good. The young Alpha had been relieved when the dance ended; he had bowed lowly before addressing his next partner with which to dance.
Once again, he was met with many faces eagerly hopping they'd be chosen. With Lady Celi's words still in his mind, he flushed and quickly moved onto offering his second dance to his beautiful adopted daughter who eagerly leaped at him, her dancing while standing on his feet.
His beautiful daughter, Greta looked stunning and it was obvious who had prepared the 8 year old; she wore a knee-length white dress, the top part was gold with a matching golden ribbon tied tightly around her stomach. Her soft amber curls were pulled back into a bun by a white ribbon. The young Princess was excited to say the least; she had quizzed him on all sort of things related to mating. He could see it on her face, she just wanted to know what kind of person would her new mother or father be like. Yuuri couldn't blame her for that and tried his best to answer all her questions. He was pleased with himself as he watched her walk off satisfied with her conclusion of her new parent.
After that, he had many dances between women and men alike. One woman had 'accidently' made him trip into her massive bosom. Another had not so kindly 'accidently' brushed against his jewels with their knee, while one other had leant a little too close for his liking and almost captured their King in a lip-lock. That night had been very eventful, Yuuri had spent most of it advoiding slaps to his left cheek.
Finally, nearing mid-night, Yuuri had ducked away from the party, only for few second when the young Beta King had discovered him hiding out. Saralegi had startled the young Alpha, coming up behind him and grasping his shoulder tightly. As an Alpha, Yuuri could tell as soon as he caught sight of the Beta that Saralegi was nearing his heat and for the first time, the double black had noticed the suggestive and mutative glint within those yellowish orbs. Yuuri couldn't resist the shudder that fell upon his spine as the smell hit his nose. He realized—and stepped away from the other King—that his Alpha senses were reacting to the Beta's heat.
"I'm glad you were able make it, Saralegi." Yuuri had smiled happily to see his friend. He felt a little guilty, as he didn't have enough time to speak with the blonde beforehand, as he was too busy 'mingling' with the others.
Saralegi had returned the smile with his own. Just as always, it was wide and looked almost like it had been stretched across his pointed face; his yellow-cat like eyes shined brightly in the moonlight streaming through the glass window. "I would have liked to have a dance, but you had slithered away before I had the chance." He pouted, throwing his hands out with a soft sigh.
"Sorry. I wanted to get away…truth be told, my feet are aching." Yuuri admitted embarrassedly, rubbing the back of his neck and shifting his body weight from one foot to the other. He always felt nervous and awkward when talking to the other King, he never understood why at the time, now he had a theory but wasn't completely sure if it was true or not.
"I'm going to sit on the bench outside. Care to join me?"
Smiling even winder—if that was possible—much like a cat that had caught his mouse; Saralegi bowed his head. "Of course, Heika."
Carefully tugging the hatch of the glass-double doors open, Yuuri smiled warmly at the gentle breeze that flowed into his face. He glanced back at the blonde and frowned. "You know, since we're good friends, why don't you just call me Yuuri?" He questioned, confused, moving out onto the castle grounds and sitting on the stone-bench. It confused him to why Saralegi never called him by his given name, despite him asking the Beta King repeatedly to call him Yuuri.
"Right. Yuuri. Of course." Saralegi chuckled, perching himself onto the spot next to the double black and crossing his legs.
Times like these, Yuuri always wondered if it was possible that maybe, just maybe, Saralegi was a woman underneath all that 'manliness' as the other always gave off a female vibe. Especially with his body positioned like this. Noticing the look the Alpha King was giving him, Saralegi gave the double black a suggestive wink, which sent the young Alpha blushing.
Just then, another breeze blew past them, his long golden hair blew in the wind, making him much more girly than ever. Saralegi gently shifted on the spot, moving closer to the Alpha. "You know, Yuuri. I've never met anyone quite like you before." He spoke; Yuuri, at the time, not being able to detect his voice dripping with seduction and desire.
Only now, thinking back on it, Yuuri noticed the way he rolled his shoulders and spoke with such lust that Yuuri found himself wondering just how he was able to become a King when he missed that.
"I have grown more and more fascinated with you every day since we've met." Saralegi admitted, whispering sweetly. He reached up his left hand to tuck a lock of dark hair behind Yuuri's ear before running his fingers along Yuuri's tan skinned cheek.
The Demon King's eyes grow wide; he blushed even redder. He couldn't bring himself to look away from the Beta. "R-Really?" He questioned, his voice hitching in genuine surprise. His stomach twisted oddly and painfully, suddenly his Alpha side withdrew, and Yuuri just sat there with dis-comfort reeling from within. He shook it away and returned his attention to the blonde, determining he was just nervous as this was the first time he had given into the suggestive touches.
"Yes." Saralegi bluntly spoke, almost purring his words out and moving closer to the Alpha. "I think I would like to have a chance at courting you myself."
Yuuri sat up straight, his eyes growing even wider. He looked everywhere but the human Beta, chewing his bottom lip, only finding himself turning his eyes back onto the Beta and forcing a weak smile in return. "Um, well you see…" He stuttered, trying to find his voice and failing.
What's he supposed to say to that? Biting his bottom lip again, he looked at Saralegi closely and had to admit, the other was very good looking, it wouldn't hurt to have a mate such as him. Not only that, but he was kind and friendly to everyone, as far as Yuuri had seen anyway, Saralegi hadn't hurt anyone on purpose. Yes, it wouldn't hurt at all to have Saralegi as his 'Queen'. Finally relaxed, he ignored the strange feeling in the pit of his stomach; his Alpha within wasn't reacting which was weird as the Alpha was always reacting to everything Yuuri did. Be it good or bad, the Alpha was always there to 'give' his opinion.
Leaning to the side, moving closer to the blonde haired Beta, Yuuri's eyes flickered down to the pair of lips Saralegi possessed. Noticing Yuuri's attention drawn to his mouth, Saralegi smirked widely and ran his fingers across Yuuri's cheek to his chin and lightly tugged it forward, meeting the dark haired King half-way. He tried, he really did. Yuuri noted that the others lips were soft and warm, but they didn't feel right, they didn't fit against his right. Yuuri tilted his head, going to kiss the other at a different direction, but just like before, Yuuri found himself feeling disappointed.
Saralegi felt anything but right for him. With a soft sigh underneath his breath, Yuuri reached up and grasped Saralegi's hand, pulling it away from his hair and leaning back. His eyes half-lidded, licking his bottom lip, gaining the same taste he had when he had kissed the Beta King, he fought back the wince that was begging to bubble through his mouth. Reaching up, he carefully rubbed his mouth across the sleeve.
Yuuri opened and shut his mouth, looking at Saralegi. The other King looked annoyed, frustrated even. Obviously not happy with being cut short when it was getting good. "Sorry." Yuuri sighed again, pushing himself from the bench and crossing his arms behind his back. He chewed his bottom lip again and glanced back at the blonde King nervously. He wasn't sure how to explain it to the other, that it just didn't feel right, that the kiss was wrong? How was he supposed to tell Saralegi that without hurting his feelings?
"I'm sorry Saralegi. You just aren't my chosen mate." He spoke without thinking, the words just came out and he gasped softly. So that was it, he realized. Mentally huffing at his other self within himself, why didn't his Alpha say so earlier?
After that, Yuuri was worried that Saralegi was going to break they're peace-treaty over him rejecting the blonde. Yuuri had decided never to be alone with the other again, as he could feel the anger and disappointment rolling off the Beta King. Yuuri assumed it was because he had rejected him, right? And that Saralegi didn't really want to run his sword through him, right?
"Wolfram…" A new voice broke through his thoughts. Yuuri blinked slowly and titled his head to the side, catching his one and only personal bodyguard standing next to him with his arms crossed behind his back and head tilted to the side.
"Conrad?" Yuuri asked confused. Who was Wolfram? He had never heard that name before. What does Wolfram have to do with Lady Celi backhanding her oldest son? Yuuri frowned, tilting his head to the side, wracking his brain for any person he had met with the name Wolfram. The more he thought of it, the more he found himself liking the name; unfortunately, nobody came to mind with the name. Thus, it made the double black wonder what kind of person would someone with the name Wolfram be.
Conrad breathed deeply, looking at his King. "Wolfram is mine and Gwendal's younger brother. He went missing when he was barely 8 years old." He explained, thinking back to the baby.
He was barely born when he went missing, he couldn't even crawl yet. Yuuri's eyes widen, he looked up at the brunette and for the first since he had come to Shin Makoku, Conrad looked broken and sad. He must have really loved his baby brother, Yuuri realized.
"What happened?" Yuuri asked softly. Tilting his head to the side, his stomach twisted, he suddenly became overwhelmed with sadness. He was disappointed that he never did get to meet this Wolfram.
Conrad smiled weakly and patted the young Alpha on the shoulder. Instantly Yuuri felt guilty about asking, he opened his mouth to voice his guilt but found Conrad looking pleasantly at peace. "I'm glad you asked. Nobody likes to speak of young Wolfram anymore. He brings up to much pain for mother and Gwendal." The tall brunette explained softly, smiling warmly at the fading memory of his baby brother.
"Wolfram had always been a cute baby; I sometimes wonder what he'd look like how. If he'd be as good looking as he was back then. He hardly ever cried, and when he figured out that everyone came running when he did cry, well we hardly had any sleep at the time. He thought it was funny." The man chuckled, smiling wider.
Yuuri couldn't help but smile to; he could imagine a giddy baby that was too smart for his own good. Surprisingly he liked that, a baby that found it funny when everyone came running in concern and looked down at him with wide, gapping mouths. He chuckled under his breath at the thought. He found himself thinking that maybe, him and Wolfram would have been good friends.
"Nobody understood how…" Conrad trailed off with a wince.
Yuuri noticed the way his voice hitched; this was painful for the older male. Conrad breathed deeply and looked off to the side, looking through the glass window of Yuuri's office before smiling more and returning his attention to the young King.
"It was during the 'good day' ball. Mother had taken Wolfram to his nursery; he was getting cranky from being paraded around the many strangers. Mother liked to show him off, as out of all of us, Wolfram looked exactly like Mother, from her hair to her eyes." He spoke; Yuuri looked off to the side, trying to imagine a male Celi. His nose wiggled as all he came with was a very feminine male, which wasn't a bad thing, just difficult to picture.
"Mother had put Wolfram down for his afternoon nap and after taking a quick check of his nursery, she returned to the party. You have to understand, both Gwendal and I checked on Wolfram through the day, we found nothing out of the ordinary. It didn't make sense. But later into the evening, Mother had went to check on Wolfram herself."
Noting the distant glint within those chocolate orbs, Yuuri reached out a comforting touch to Conrad's arm. When the man looked down at his King, Yuuri smiled encouragingly. Conrad smiled back stonily.
"I see." Yuuri spoke gently, carefully standing up from his desk and turning to his personal bodyguard and godfather. He pat his godfather on the shoulder, rubbing his fingers against the martial.
"What made it even worse, everyone suspected Mother had caused the sudden disappearance." Conrad frowned deeply, shaking his head slightly and looked off to the side. His brown orbs growing even sadder, the pained look within his eyes grew darker and lonelier. Yuuri assumed this was the reason why the two brothers weren't as close as they used to be, Conrad and Gwendal, they always seemed to be against each other in their own quiet, private fight. It surprised Yuuri that the two respected each other but dismissed each other at the same time.
"Why would they think she'd hurt her own child?" Yuuri pouted, his dark eyes turning to look at his office door. The image of the beautiful, prideful woman crying as she ran from his office filled his mind. A mother would never hurt their child, that's what his Mama had always told him. Never get between a Mama bear and her cub, or you will feel her wrath.
Conrad sighed, his eyes closing and his lips pressed into a tight line. "Wolfram was born as an Omega, Heika."
Yuuri's eyes widen and his stomach twisted again. Anger and great sadness filled his being, fingers curled tightly into a fist, so tight that his knuckles were turning white. "Ah." He bit out, his dark eyes narrowing. He had been shocked when he found out about Omegas and how they're treated no better than a mere slave. He hated when people weren't treated as equals; those poor Omegas were treated like gum on the surface of a shoe.
Hearing the truth about his other family, Yuuri ground his teeth together; feeling even more determined to change the laws of Omegas once and for all. "I promise Conrad. I Promise I'll change it so that the Omegas will be respected once again." He spoke out; his voice mixed with his other self, his Alpha side; his demon side. Breathing deeply, Yuuri bit his bottom lip hard.
Conrad just smiled in return. He wouldn't admit it, but he felt a bit doubtful as changing the law was easier said than done, but he had to remember, Yuuri was the best King they've ever had; he had been able to bring peace to their lands and he was sure Yuuri would be able to do this. Sadly, the doubt was still there; all he could do was nod.
Noticing the small traces of doubt within those eyes, Yuuri sighed to himself. He was no longer the clueless boy he used to be five years ago, now he could read people like books, he could see the unseen. He could feel when something wasn't right and sense where the trouble was coming from. It hurt a little that his Godfather didn't have much faith in him, but the young Alpha couldn't blame the young, half-human man. He did lose his Omega baby brother. "Just trust me, Conrad. Murata and I are doing everything we can."
Murata, Yuuri's oldest friend and the Great Sage, was eager to help Yuuri change the laws of Omegas. Yuuri knew it was because he was around when the first Omegas had been born, when that poor Omega had lost itself to its heat. Murata wouldn't say it, but Yuuri could see in his eyes—that he likes to hide behind his glasses—that the other double black was so sad when talking about Omegas.
At first, Yuuri thought maybe he was the Omega, or had been an Omega sometime in his life, but then he discovered that Murata had always been a Beta, no other breed in all his lives. Then the young Alpha King had seen that Murata was thinking of someone, he was looking at someone who was the Omega. They must have been close friends, Yuuri realized, Murata, the first Great Sage, and that poor Omega. Yuuri could only wonder who the Omega was, the only other spirit he knows from that time is Shinou, but the first King had been an Alpha such as himself.
Feeling the room grow even more depressed, Yuuri breathed deeply. Shaking his head to clear himself of thoughts, he knew his dear friend Murata wouldn't tell the complete truth about the Omega; Yuuri was sure he would tell him in due time.
"Hey Conrad." He called up to the brunette, successfully gaining his attention once more. "Let's go into town."
"Town, Heika?" Conrad questioned, tilting his head to the side thoughtfully. "In disguises or…?"
Yuuri smiled brightly and shook his head again. "In disguises, Conrad. I want to enjoy the events of my people without them panicking to impress me." He chuckled, remembering the last time he had adventured into his Kingdom with no disguises. There had been an accidental fire in the bakery, as well as a couple of vegetable carts somehow getting loose and running chaos through the village streets. Yuuri liked seeing his people as King, but he preferred seeing them when they weren't so nervous.
Understanding, Conrad nodded his head. He, too, was eager to spend a little time from the castle grounds. "Of course, Heika." He bowed lowly and side stepped to allow his King to leave the room to prepare. He chuckled to himself and trailed after the young double black.
Conrad stood outside Heika's bedroom with his arms behind his back; he chuckled to himself when he heard thuds erupting from the room followed by a few colourful words Yuuri growled to himself. The tall brunette shook his head and rubbed his forehead.
Their King sure was clumsy. Finally, after a few more clumsy thumps and curses from the door, it opened and Yuuri stood in the doorway, panting and out of breath. He wiped the sweat from his skin and groaned to himself, rubbing his neck carefully. He now wore a simply bright yellowish tunic that had metal buckles down the front, with the opposite royal coloured pants and sleeves. Lastly, he had chocolate brown fake hair and matching amber eyes.
"Okay!" Yuuri groaned loudly, leaning over slightly with his left hand grasping tightly onto the doorframe with his other hand resting across his stomach. "I'm ready…"
"I'm sure you are." Conrad snorted in amusement, shaking his head as he watched the out of breath King. He chuckled again and quickly covered his mouth when Yuuri glared at him from the corner of his eye.
"I'm not sure if that was an insult or not." Said Alpha King breathed out, standing up straight and stretching out his arms. His bones made loud pops and clicks that trembled up and down his bones.
"Ahh~ Okay! Let's go!" He grinned brightly and looked at his Godfather gleefully.
Conrad nodded, his smile lop-sided, his brown eyes flickering to the side and peering out of the row of glass windows. His smile grew even wider as he caught the strong figure waiting outside with his own soldiers—they were doing some recon training—his eyes scanned over the man.
Yuuri carefully tugged on his white sleeve, mindfully walking along the hall. He blinked a little and frowned deeply; he tilted his head to the side and looked back at his Godfather when he realized the brunette wasn't following. "Conrad?" He called out confused; his dark eyebrows raised to his fake amber locks and he turned his head around to look through the glass window. His confusion grew even further.
"I don't get it…" Yuuri thought to himself, his eyes scanning the grounds underneath them, all that was there was Conrad's team. Was that what gained Conrad's attention? That couldn't possibly be right, that shouldn't have been what made Conrad smile like that.
"The only other person there is…oh…" Yuuri's eyes widened in realization; so that was it. A smirk appeared across his face and he chuckled out, he turned to Conrad and awkwardly stepped next to him, sniffing the air around the brunette before laughing which gained the tall brunette's attention.
Snapping out of his somewhat embarrassing thoughts, Conrad looked at the young Alpha King with a flushed face. "Heika?"
"Call me Yuuri, Conrad. You did name me after all." Yuuri smirked wider, speaking in a teasing tone. He bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from laughing right out at his Godfather's red face.
His amber-black eyes flickered back to the glass and peered back down at the courtyard. "Yozak sure looks desirable, huh?" He questioned teasingly, crossing his arms behind his back and rolling on the balls of his feet. "Especially with his muscles all sweaty like that."
Conrad's face flushed a slightly redder colour, looking at the orange haired male down below. Yuuri was right; he did look very attractive without his shirt on. Shaking his head, his eyes grew half-lidded as he realized his Alpha King was teasing him. Snorting at his thoughts, he marched along the hallway, not before grabbing a hold of the double 'brown' haired Alpha.
"Hey!" Yuuri yelped, barely able to keep himself up right.
Eventually the two came to the courtyard, stalking through the open door. Yozak lifted his head when the two passed; Conrad refused to look at the other man and kept his head down as he walked while Yuuri gave him a bright 'sweet' smile as he passed.
"Why do I have a feeling the kid knows something I don't?" Yozak wondered to himself, crossing his arms tightly and watching the two leave the castle grounds to their wonderful town.
It was so much easier looking around the town of Shin Makoku when he was disguised; Yuuri grinned widely, looking around all the different stalls. Many different products were on display for anyone to buy. One was selling strange looking meat; Yuuri had spent an extra twenty minutes at that stall, making sure none of the products were dragon or unicorn meat, before moving onto the next stall. This stall had many strange books, a few he had never seen before, but that didn't stop him from buying a few fairytales he thought Greta would like. He even bought one for himself—one he hid underneath all those fairy-tales; a book that he would never read aloud. After several stalls, Yuuri found himself looking through a large tent-like stall filled with newly made clothes.
"Where would you like to look next Hei…Hei?" Conrad spoke slowly, leaning over the young male.
Yuuri looked back at him in confusion. "Hei?" He repeated with a frown before gasping and nodding with a tiny smile.
"Oh right. Yes. Um, in there." Yuuri pointed over to a store across from Shin Makoku's market.
Conrad looked over to where his Alpha King was pointing and chuckled. "The bakery?" He questioned, tilting his head back to look at the double 'brunette' and followed him towards the store that had a massive glass window filled with many different sugary-treats sitting in the glass view.
Yuuri grinned, after talking with the nice old baker; the young Alpha was giddy as he bought a sponge cake. He smiled brightly, holding the lid of the white box, gazing down at the cake within the whiteness. It was beautiful and reminded him of his Mama's own cakes that she had made. Resisting the urge to cuddle the cake box, Yuuri shook his head and moved to push the glass door opening. He waved goodbye listening to the soft bell chime as he stepped through. As soon as the door closed, he grunted when a small body collided with his own, Yuuri was fortunate to keep himself up right. Blinking slowly, he looked down, noticing his cake box had disappeared.
"What?" He blinked, startled, and looked around for it; turning his head around, he looked at the person who had walked into him.
Sitting on the ground, was a fragile looking boy. Well, Yuuri wasn't completely sure if it was a guy or not. He laid on the ground with his hands clenching his knees. He wore a long brown cloak that pooled around his bare feet. Yuuri raised an eyebrow as he noticed the bruises on the others feet. His eyes shifted as he noticed more on his weak hands.
"Um…are you okay?" He mumbled softly, carefully crouching down, and carefully lifting his cake box from the others face, he winced when he found a sponge cake-filled face.
"Y-You…W-Wimp…" The other's voice was soft and low; Yuuri barely heard it.
It sounded raw and broken like the other hadn't used his voice is awhile, but even Yuuri could hear the frustration boiling within the boy's tone. Reaching up, the boy wiped the thick cream and jam from his face, panting softly as he looked over at the Alpha King who had thrown him to the ground and covered him in this sticky cake. He ground his teeth together, looking at the wimpy boy and grumbled softly, glaring pointedly at the brunette.
Yuuri frowned and was surprised; no one had ever dared to call him a wimp before now. Even if he, for some reason, deserved it. "I'm not a wimp! Don't call me that!" He found himself snapping back. He suddenly felt himself annoyed with this cake-covered person, despite the fact, his stomach fluttered and his chest tightened almost immediately after looking at the other. He felt guilty for dropping his cake upon the smaller boy, but when Yuuri leant closer to look at him, the boy instantly tugged on the hood of his cloak, using it to shield himself from the young Alpha further. It wasn't as if Yuuri could blame him, of course, after all he did kind of 'attack' him first. However, he couldn't help but feel disappointed that he couldn't see the interesting boy's face.
Meanwhile the other was mentally slapping himself. Why couldn't he keep his mouth shut? Normally he could, normally he didn't use his useless voice; one death-glare sent anybody packing, but what made it worse this time, was that his 'Mistress' was standing just behind him and he's more than certain she had seen everything. Even him calling this strange boy a wimp.
Wolfram was so sure that the whip was waiting for him when he returned home; his back already began to burn at the thought of it. Maybe, if he's lucky, Master's Mistress was with him, that way he wouldn't get such a big and painful beating. For some reason, Master's own Mistress was much nicer to him then his Master's Mate was. He suspected his Master's Mate likes to out her anger and pain on him as his Master preferred his Mistress to her and that Wolfram was just a silent bag waiting for a beating. Not that the Omega himself really cared.
"I'm terribly sorry about him." The thin and surgery sweet voice spoke.
Wolfram instantly winced and backed away to sit obediently behind his Mistress. His Mistress moved to stand in front of the double brunette and bowed in respect.
"My…son, wasn't looking where he was going. Apologize." She hissed, glaring back at Wolfram. Said slave bowed again in respect as he apologized, he could see it in the woman's eyes, there was most definitely a punishment waiting for him back at the Inn.
Yuuri's chocolate brown eyes widened. He did not miss the way she spat out 'he' and 'son'. It confused him as to why she held such dislike for her own child. Shaking the thought off as she probably was just embarrassed, he grinned.
"It's quite alright. After all, I'm the one who walked into him. Just look at his face." He chuckled, his own face flushing from his own embarrassment. "I'll pay for the clothes."
The woman blinked. She was quite tall for her age with long curls of green, her deep blue eyes darkened as they peered back at the young Omega standing behind her. She raked her gaze across his body and snorted to herself, noticing that yes, indeed the cloak and the 'rags' he wore were covered in cake. "No-No, that's fine. You don't need to do that." She spoke softly, looking back at the other male.
She bit the inside of her mouth; maybe she could convince her Mate to have the boy wash them by hand with a bucket of ice-cold water, naked. She thought for a moment, considering that the thought may be a little harsh on the boy, but decided against it. The boy had 'accidently' broken another bowl of hers this morning. Her Mate had been too busy with his little slut to punish the boy and allowed it slide this once.
Yuuri's lips pressed tightly together. He felt something was off about this woman; his eyes flickered between her and the smaller figure standing behind her with his head ducked. Tilting his head in thought, he nodded his head, allowing her to excuse herself from the embarrassing moment. His dark eyes swirled watching as the two left through a small alleyway. His stomach twisted so painfully that his face had grown pale; he reached up and carefully rubbed the back of his hand against his skin.
There was something about that boy, he thought to himself, noticing that the woman didn't allow him to answer any of his questions or allowed them to be near each other. It wasn't just that either, but he noticed his Alpha side had quickly become quiet when the hooded-boy had appeared and only became 'loud' again when the woman had pushed the poor boy aside. Yuuri pouted when he realized he no longer could see the two; he sighed to himself and ran his hand clear through his brown curls, wondering why his chest was pounding and his face felt warm. Shaking his head, he turned around, fully preparing to look for Conrad.
"Oh that's right. We have Gunter's parade tomorrow…"
So, that's my second, well technically first chapter. Told you I'll make it longer. Again thank you for editing this StephyYuki.
Just so everyone doesn't get confused. When Wolfram referrers to Mistress, he meant his Master's mate. Okay? The other woman he mentioned is the woman who sleeps with his Master. A.K.A His Master's Mistress as he is mated to the green haired woman. Does everyone get that?
Next thing. How would everyone like Yuuri and Wolfram to probably meet? I'm unsure if it will happen next chapter or the chapter after that. Next chapter will be on more about Wolfram's daily live. Yuuri will make a small entries in the chapter like Wolfram did in his. But only for a little bit. So in Chapter...3? They will meet face-to-face. So, what would everyone like to happen? Suggestions and requests are welcome. Not just for YuuRam but for the other two couples as well.
Can anybody figure out Murata's role. I mean he will be in it a lot, I'm just wondering if anybody could figure who is the Omega that scorned Omega's blood? It has everything to do with Murata and a certain King. BUT remember, not everything is as it seems. There is something untold about this information, something that Murata will reveal in due-time. But has anybody get any ideas as to what is going on with him?
Well...I was going to have Wolfram be a mute, but then I thought, I want Wolfram to snap at Yuuri So, he won't be a mute. He was jsut taught not to talk. So Yuuri and everyone else will have to work double hard to teach him.
Please Review, favourite and follow. I'd be very grateful.