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Main Couple: YuuRam - Yuuri/Wolfram.
Side Couples: YozRad - Yozak/Conrad. GweTer - Gwendal/Gunther.
WarningL Hurt/Comfort, Angst, gruesome, Blood-Spill, Suggested Sexural Theme, MPreg
Yaoi-Slash-Shounen Ai
Alpha/Omega/Beta
Please thank my wonderful beta: StephyYuki for all her hard work.
Chapter 2
Sun-Kissed Awakening
The bitter cold stones of the basement floor bit harshly into his back and upset his inflamed wounds. The punishment he had taken after yesterday's accident—which was the other person's fault; after all, he was the one thrown to the floor and covered in cake—had been completely and utterly brutal, to the point that he couldn't even lift a single finger. It hurt to move, it even hurt to breathe. He had no luck for when his Mistress dragged him back to the Inn, his Master's side-lover had not appeared today, and that placed his Master in a bad mood. The other servants, Thorn and the ones he didn't know, had to work overtime to pick up his slack.
The blonde shivered. He sat awkwardly against one of the smoky Inn's old wooden pillars. Wolfram's back burned from the whips he had to undertake from his Master. His Mistress had watched gleefully, a wicked smile across her face. Fortunately, his Master had a little pity on him and dismissed his Mistress' request of washing his clothes naked. Wolfram was allowed to wear a shirt as he cleaned his old clothing.
His concept of time had long faded. Wolfram wasn't sure of how many hours he was sitting on the bitter-cold basement floor; he wasn't even sure if it was morning yet. The only light to the basement was peering out from underneath the door at the top of the staircase. There was a constant dripping of water from some unknown source, most likely from a water pipe. The Patterns changed; just as Wolfram had grown accustomed to one pattern, it was disrupted by a brand new rhythm.
Wolfram lifted his head and whimpered softly under his breath. His emerald eyes glowed as he peered up at the old-wooden steps leading up to the basement door; he stared with a hard gaze as the door-handle wobbled. The young boy swallowed a lump within his throat. He had snow-white skin that was covered in bruises and cuts, and he had curls of dirty blonde hair. He remembered one point in his life, he had golden hair, but now his hair always looked dry and scribbled up, much like a peasant. His faint breathing echoed through the dark room, his faded eyes flickered back and forth. There was nothing to see in the dark basement, just chains hanging from the wooden pillars with a few empty wooden boxes to the side. His eyes flickered back to the door as it opened and dim light shined through the doors, lighting up the basement.
"Wolfe," A soft voice whispered and Wolfram let out a breath of relief as the familiar amber haired woman stepped down the stairs. Carrying her heavy gown, a white apron tied tightly around her waist as she walked. Her eyes widened at the state of the little blonde, her lips parted in shock before making a soft gasp and settling down in front of the boy, placing the bowl of water to the side of her.
Wolfram smiled weakly, he leant forward to meet the woman halfway, relaxing in her embrace. Thorn was like a mother to him, always there to look after him whenever he needed somebody. She was the woman Master always allowed to come to him. Thorn figured as Wolfram was the youngest, he would need somebody, and Thorn stepped forward for the position. More than once, she had taken the blame for him. "Wolfram." The young servant woman cooed softly, stroking the boy on the head.
"Your punishment is up, that bitch wasn't happy about it. But the pig said you've got to get back to work."
Making a startled gasp, Wolfram pulled away and gave the woman a look. She shouldn't call their Mistress and Master a bitch and a pig. Thorn bristled, shrugging with half-lidded eyes. "I call it as I see it." She snorted, throwing her nose up in the air, carefully pulled the bowl onto her lap, and began to clean his gapping wounds. Said boy winced and pulled away, his shoulders hunched and trembling.
Eventually, Thorn smiled and pulled away. She grasped Wolfram's chin and turned his head side-to-side, raking her dark eyes over the wounds before nodding, satisfied with her handy work.
Wolfram inhaled deeply and clenched his fists as he pushed himself up. His legs ached and cramped up oddly from sitting in the same position for hours. He clenched his eyes shut as he stretched his limps out and smiled weakly. Wobbling up the steps behind the tall woman, his eyes stung as he stepped into the light. He quickly rubbed them and allowed them to adjust to the light before grabbing his own apron and getting to work. He wasn't going to allow himself to fall back on his shifts, even if he did, he was sure that he'd be thrown back into the basement.
The Inn had burst with activity, so much that Wolfram had trouble keeping up with it. New customers had arrived early into the morning, requesting the best room the small shack of an Inn had. Wolfram had even witnessed two Betas fight over a room. He had made sure to curl up tightly on the floor he was washing, and tripped one up for a purple apple he had been promised; his favourite fruit.
Despite having Thorn clean and bandage him up, Wolfram was still in pain and doing that little stunt didn't help. Wolfram would shift around to alleviate the pain in his bones, but it only made things worse in the end. Eventually the small Omega sucked it up and moved to dust the windows, stretching his back out painfully to reach the top parts of the glass.
By lunchtime, the Inn bustled with laughter and chat. The small building shook from the sins within. New and much richer customers had appeared, but Wolfram had not been allowed to see them. His Master had ordered him to the kitchens, perching the small Omega onto his station. Not that the boy minded of course; he liked looking through his glass window, watching the wonders of the world.
Thorn had bristled around the kitchen, moving in and out of the work area, before quickly attaching their hips together and excitedly spilling all the news to him; Wolfram, himself, just mutely nodded to everything she said. Apparently, some Noblemen had secretly gone to one of the brothels before ending at their Inn last night with a 'fine old' woman. His Master had requested him to return the next day, Master had blacked mailed him so he wouldn't snitch on the man to the higher ranks. Wolfram pitied the man, as his Master will just blackmail him further in the future.
Snorting to himself, the Omega turned to the carrots awaiting for him on his station. Sighing to himself, his eyes lowered to the heavy portion of them; he swore he had just got finished with a batch of 500 earlier, there has to be at least half a dozen sitting in those crates. Pressing his lips together tightly, he gripped his old knife in his one hand and picked up one of the carrots in the other, eyes slithering to gaze through the dirt-smudged glass; something was up he realized. Moving on to his sixth carrot, his glowing green eyes looked to the castle again, watching as it burst with life, he could faintly see tiny figures running around, carrying barrels and barrels of things that his weak eye-sight could not see. They looked to be preparing for something.
"The Sun-kissed parade." Thorn smiled at the Omega, coming to stand across from him and got to work with her onions.
She grabbed a beaten wooden spoon, after washing it with water, placed the end tip of the spoon into her mouth, a trick the older servants taught them; the spoon would suck up the liquid sprayed through the air when cutting onions, resulting in dry eyes rather than wet ones. Wolfram watched with interest, his lips twirling into a smile, his green eyes flickered between the woman and the castle.
"That's right. You've never seen a parade before, much less the Sun-kissed Parade, right?" She asked, but she already knew the answer.
Wolfram puffed out his cheeks and twirled his eyes around, rolling them in annoyance. "Why ask when you already know the answer?" He wondered, grunting to himself and slicing the carrot rather too harshly, catching his finger in the process.
Pouting, he plopped the wounded finger into his mouth, sucking devilishly on the wounded finger, his eyes narrowing darkly. All his life Wolfram had been locked away into slavery. He was told that his Mother had committed something sinful with a low-life Omega, and to rid herself of her filthy Omega bastard child, she sold him into the trade.
Wolfram wasn't sure when he ended up here with Thorn and Lucas, another slave that works in the gardens, but the most he could remember was from the age of 23, barely growing into his teenage years. He had had meet Lucas, a kind older boy, two years older than Wolfram himself. Both had gone with their Mistress to a farm to work for two weeks before returning to the Inn. Wolfram had gotten into a nasty fight with a group of chickens, and sadly, lost the fight. Those two weeks had been the best time of young Wolfram's life; it was the closest he had to freedom. When Mistress had been extra nice, just because their Master had sent her a brocade of rose, she allowed Wolfram and Lucas ten minutes out in the grass before they returned to their Inn.
Turning his green eyes onto the other servant, Wolfram grumbled softly, making Thorn laugh. The young female servant shook her head and rolled her eyes. "A parade is one of the most beautiful and gorgeous events in all of Shin Makoku. The Last time we had a parade was the wedding of the Lady Cäcilie von Spitzweg, the 26th Heika. There's lots of dancing and singing, the villagers throw a massive banquet with the finest food, the great King or Queen will present themselves on the highest of floats, and the skies will rain colour." Thorn explained gleefully, a bright twinkle within her pools.
A wide smile appeared across her face and she clapped her hands together. "When I was a little girl, I went to one of Lady Cecile von Spitzweg's parades. It was so beautiful, the purest of all white doves littered the skies and baskets of the finest fruit were presented to us! It was the most wonderful day of my life!"
Wolfram couldn't help but smile. Watching as Thorn reveled in her memories. He turned his attention to the open lands presented through the window; his eyes caught the sun sweetly. He wonders what this parade will be like. He tries to imagine the parade and only comes up blank; he flushed to himself. He wished to see the parade, deeply. Wolfram looks down at his carrots, not many were skinned, he realized depressed. He's beginning to slack, he snorted to himself, quickly grabbing three more and skinning them all quickly. He looks back out at the castle and wonders when the parade will begin.
"You want to go, don't you?" Wolfram blinked and glanced over at Thorn once again. His eyes grew hopeful, once again trying to imagine what a parade would look like. This time, however, he had a faint image; it almost made him laugh. Flying pigs with bird-like wings.
"Normally, parades begin when the sun is at the highest peak in the sky." Thorn smiles, poking her head out the window, gazing up at the beautiful blue sky.
"The sun is not yet at that point; a few more hours to go." She swung herself back in and looked pointedly at the young Omega. "Want to switch bread deliveries?"
Wolfram's eyes grew wide, his mouth agape in shock. He couldn't believe it; Thorn was really willing to do that for him? His mouth opened to voice it, only to grumble when nothing came out. Why is it his voice barely ever works? Of course it had to work yesterday, didn't it? Reaching up with a dirty hand, he scratched the side of his neck, giving the woman a hopeful look.
"I've seen it once. I don't mind waiting for the next time." Thorn explained softly, reaching over and gently caressing Wolfram's cheek as a Mother would to her child. She smiled warmly and nodded her head in agreement with her thoughts, Wolfram was like her child, and he had come to the Inn as a young toddler, she had no idea who and where he was before that.
The Mistress had wanted to drown the poor child, but Thorn had begged her not to. In the end, Wolfram had been put into her care, as a servant. Thorn could not get the young golden haired male to speak, not to open his mouth to say even a word. Wolfram had been through a lot before he came stumbling through the doors.
Wolfram stared at the woman before smiling weakly. His green eyes lowered to naked carrots laid out across him and he nodded in embarrassment as a thank you. He truly was grateful for the woman, he would never go anywhere without her. Thorn had always been there, for as long as he could remember.
Thorn was always smiling and hugging. His eyes closed briefly, Thorn was really giving up her time in the sun for him. While Thorn was given the bread delivery during the day, Wolfram had to deliver bread when the sun was just about to touch the lands. Their Master and Mistress didn't care who did what, just as long as the deliveries were done; if not, then they were punished.
Being thrown outside in the cold—tied up and with only a shirt on—in the stone pit was disturbing, something Wolfram, himself, had experienced twice over. The pit is tiny; the slave is thrown into a whole that is only big enough for a slave to stand in. A cage-like lid is then locked over the slave, and thus the slave is unable to leave. The slave is then forced to stand through the whole night while it rained, as it is known to rain heavily during the night.
A slave is considered lucky if it does not rain when they're thrown into the pit. Wolfram had worked extra hard to make sure he'd never end up back in that pit; it was hell. He had not been as clumsy as a few other slaves that are thrown to the pit for three days and three nights, he had seen what they're like when they come back. Wolfram was terrified of the pit. In his life, he only had the night punishment, never the six-line punishment. The only slave he knew personally was Lucas who had suffered the six-line punishment; the older boy hadn't spoken of his time within the pit.
Thorn had once said, "One who is forced within the six-line punishment, will only achieve a broken soul." Wolfram believed every word of that. Lucas had never been the same again after that punishment.
Thorn flashed Wolfram a goofy smile; she winked at him happily. "Hey there gorgeous woman." Both female and male smiled in amusement and turned to Wolfram's window. The window was pushed open and a male stood hunched up to it, his round face leaning against the frame. His dark amber eyes twinkled and he winked at them, his cherry-red lips stretched in a wide smile.
"Thorn. Wolfram." He nods to both of them, his silky, red locks pushed back from his face, showing a bruised and cut up face. He lifts his hand revealing a dirty hand. "Mind throwing little old me a bun?"
"Oh Lucas. You should be careful. What do you think Master would do if he finds out your stealing bread again?" Thorn sighed, shaking her head but none the less, carefully passing the bun through the window to the hungry 90 year old Demon. He was handsome, no denial about that, and a hard working Beta. Like Wolfram, Thorn looked after Lucas too, as the red haired boy was two to three years older than the blonde himself.
Grinning goofily, Lucas rolled his eyes. "He'll never notice as long as that woman is around." He snorted, nodding his head to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly as he bit into the bread bun.
That woman, the woman Master likes to shack up with instead of his own Mate. Wolfram wondered why she would put up with him, why hasn't Mistress kicked him to the curve yet. Master is always cheating and Mistress just sits there and lets him do it. It puzzled him as if, god forbid, his Mate ever cheated on him; Wolfram would find some way to burn him alive.
Wolfram inhaled deeply, returning his attention from the two other slaves to his work station. His eyes ran over the many carrots still awaiting for their skin to be shredded. Sighing to himself, he wiped the sweat from his brow before gripping another carrot and quickly skinned it, he winced to himself as he felt himself imagining the carrot screaming, he almost had the urge to apologize to the little vegetable.
It must hurt to have your skin ripped off. A tiny smile appeared across his face as he realized how pathetic his thoughts were. Shaking his head, he picked up the carrot and brought it close to his face before biting the tip off quite harshly. A loud creak erupted from the carrot as he began to chew on the vegetable, smiling brightly to himself.
"Why's he smiling like that?" Lucas whispered, looking at Thorn.
Who shrugged innocently, her own eyes wide. "It's kind of creepy isn't it? I wonder what's going through his head…."
As if he heard the older man, Wolfram turned his head towards the two older servants and ripped his teeth through the carrot again, smiling just as happy and brightly as before, at the two who started wide eye and shuddered. Both mumbled scary under their breathes'. Swallowing, Wolfram licked his lips before humming softly to himself, grabbing another carrot and began to resume his work.
"Wolfe…when did you get so manly?" Thorn giggled to herself, shaking her head as the blonde finished off another four carrots easily, still smiling as ever.
Finally, the sun reached its peak. Wolfram breathed a sigh of relief, moving back as he looked at the carrots that he had finished skinning. Smiling weakly, feeling incredibly tired already, it had only been two hours of skinning the vegetable and it was now 12. Lunchtime. Wolfram just wanted to go and curl up tightly, sleep away the rest of the day. Walking towards the sink, he began to wash his hands, watching as the dirt and grit was being swallowed by the plug.
"Wolfe," Turning his head, Wolfram's breath hitched in excitement, swiftly remembering the Sun-Kissed Parade that was awaiting out in the streets. Looking at Thorn, he smiled even wider at seeing the items in her arms. Not only was he going to see the parade, but he also gets to get out of the Inn for a few hours. Quickly, he walked over to the woman, removing his apron and tying the waist-length cloak around his fragile body, tying a rather large bow across his chest.
Tugging on the ends of the muddy brown material, Wolfram reached for the breadbasket. "Now, Wolfram, this basket is delivered to the Willow, you know the one, at the pub. The little buns go to the orphans."
Wolfram scans the bread, nodding his head as he listened to the woman. Watching quietly as she placed the pale red and white material over the basket, protecting the goodies from bugs that were willing to risk their lives for the food. Calming his beating heart, Wolfram lift his head to look at the woman, nodded his head once, and turned towards the small trail leading away from the Inn. He bit his bottom lip hard, preparing himself to enter the sun.
He is rarely allowed out in the sun. One reason is his skin is so pale that it could easily be burned; a fine example of this was the sunburn he still possessed from when his Master had tied him to a post in the garden for five hours. Below his knee was a raw, itchy red burn, while his other sunburns had already healed, that one has yet to heal.
Wearily, Wolfram broke out from the safety of the Inn, bathing in the sunlight. He lifted his head and gazed up at the glowing orb of fire sitting humbly in the blue sky; it sure was beautiful, he realized. Lifting his free arm and spreading his fingers out across the sun, he smiled weakly as it looks like he could hold onto the sun and not let it go. His fingers itched and curled in on themselves.
Wolfram knew he was supposed to be a fire Mazoku, but he couldn't summon fire. He had tried so many times with his Master standing behind him, holding the whip that had ripped skin from his bones, demanding the poor Omega to summon something. Nevertheless, Wolfram couldn't, or better said, he didn't know how to. Being unable to speak, and not knowing how to, Wolfram hadn't been able to voice his concerns, that he didn't have a clue how to use his supposed magic. In the end, he had just accepted that he couldn't master his magic. The sun, the heart of fire itself, was clearly against him.
Rolling his eyes at himself, Wolfram pulled his arm close to his chest and wheezed softly. Shaking his head to clear himself of all the thoughts of fire and sun, he pulled his hood up high to cover his face from the sun. He pressed his lips tightly together and looked at the way out of the Inn's gardens. One last look at the Inn, he waved weakly back at Thorn standing in the window before turning around and biting his bottom lip to prevent himself from making the painful giggle of excitement. He doesn't know how to talk, but that doesn't prevent his voice box from making strange sounds, that sometimes comes out painfully.
He tilt his head back and gazed up at the sky as he walked, kicking the stones out of his way as he went. Yes. He hadn't learnt how to talk, Thorn had tried endlessly to teach him, but Wolfram just wasn't interested in it. Wolfram remembered sitting on his bed, across from him sat Thorn, holding a tiny white board and scribbling words across it, trying to get the young boy to learn just one word.
Unfortunately, Wolfram had been more interested in the mouse scattering about on his tiny bedroom's floor. Thorn had called him a weirdo for having a strange interest in the mouse and had given up; instead, she sat with him feeding the tiny scraps Wolfram had to them. Back then, Wolfram had much rather given his food to the animals then to eat it himself; Lucas had said that it was why Wolfram was so small and fragile, because he didn't eat properly when growing up. Their Master and Mistress hadn't been cruel with food though, they got so many scraps to fill their stomachs.
That being said, the food hadn't ever been good tasting, but it was food and food was needed. Water on the other hand was scarcer as they only got clean, drinking water every three days. Wolfram remembered being in the gardens after meeting Lucas for the first time. Lucas had tried to teach the Omega how to plant strong flowers. Lucas had called Wolfram a wimp and Wolfram had found himself remembering that word.
Blushing brightly, Wolfram ducked his head. He had called that boy a wimp, hadn't he? The first time he speaks and he insults somebody, how embarrassing. Thankfully, the boy hadn't taken it as an insult, but had taken it lightly. Blinking his green eyes, Wolfram walked with long steps, his eyes lowered to his feet. His finger gently rubbed his bottom lip, there was something off about that boy, he realized. The more he thought of the double brunette, Wolfram found himself disliking the brown hair and eyes the boy possessed.
"Wig…eye-contacts…" Wolfram thought to himself, stopping in step. His eyes growing wide with realization, why was that boy trying to hide his true features? Wolfram presses his lips tightly together, his eyes narrowing and growing dark. Why did that boy hide himself? Snorting to himself, Wolfram rolled his eyes and threw his nose up.
"He really is a wimp." He thought to himself, kicking a stone harshly out of the way.
His stomach swirled and twisted, his face grew hot. He tried to feel anger towards the unknown boy—after all, he did throw a cake at him—but he found himself unable to be angry at the unknown male. Instead, he found himself thinking of something so unreal, so not right. "His smile. It was nice." The thought passes his mind without him realizing, and when he did, Wolfram's face turned a brighter red colour.
Groaning, he shook his head furiously and rubbed his face, wondering why the hell he was reacting this way to a boy he had never met before! His heart pounded and a shudder went up his spin, he gulped to himself and paused in his walking to hunch over slightly, pressing his hands tightly against his chest, willing himself to cool down; something was wrong, he could tell that much.
Something was wrong with himself and that boy, why was that boy making his body react like this. Pressing his bare knees together, he trembled as he felt his body heat up at the mere thought of the double brunette. His hair wasn't supposed to be brown, his hair was supposed to be another colour, a much dark colour. Groaning to himself, Wolfram shook his head furiously to clear his thoughts. He was trying to push them away—for some reason they were way too embarrassing for him—his heart just might burst from his chest and run away.
Wolfram was pulled from his thoughts when the sound of four wheels turning made its way to his ears. The young Omega snapped his head around and let out a breathless gasp, stumbling to the side when a light blue carriage moved past, four brown and white horses pulling said carriage. Wolfram stared after it quietly, watching with wide eyes as it moved along the trail. He was most certain that if he didn't move out of the way quick enough, he would have been run over. The person at the horse rails didn't even pass him a spare glance as they moved along.
Sticking out his tongue and pulling on the skin underneath his eye, Wolfram snorted. "How rude!" He thought to himself, glaring after the stupid carriage that almost killed him. He stomped his foot like a child would before quickly checking his basket of goods. Finding all of the items intact, he breathed in relief, thanking whoever was looking over him that not one of them was damaged.
He had narrowly missed a punishment; scrubbing the floors until his hands bleed. Allowing his lips to part, Wolfram made a soft sigh and made a sharp turn, walking up one of the familiar alleyways, towards Crimson Butterfly Pub. As he came to a street, he tilted his head when he heard the laughter and chatter erupting from the top part of the street, he peered up at it and tilted his head watching as they scattered around excitedly for the parade.
Now with the thought of the unusual boy at the back of his head, Wolfram bit his bottom lip to contain his own joy of the parade and rushed towards the Pub. He eyed it at the end of the street, the large sign hanging off the side with a beautiful designed red butterfly. Wolfram always was in awe with the picture, he spent a good few seconds admiring it before he walked up to the glass-doors and pushed them open with his hip, edging into the pub. The pub was warm compared to the ice weather outside, it was just edging into summer and the snow had finally dried up, but it was still cold. Oak tables and chairs with red leather, a long counter around a massive pillar that had shelves carved into it, and the shelves were filled with bottles of alcohol, ranging from blue to pink, all lined up neatly.
The pub was quiet, in the fair corner was a young man sitting with two women, one on either side of him. He was handsome. About the same age of Wolfram himself with dirty blonde hair framing his pointed face, a pair of round glasses sat snuggly on his nose, hiding his eyes from any wondering person. Wolfram glanced briefly at the boy. At first glance he noticed the blonde hair was false, a wig, just like the brunette he met before. He found himself growing red as the image of the brunette filled his head; he shook his head to push it away.
The man was either bald or didn't want anybody noticing him, Wolfram thought and shrugged to himself. It was none of his business. Twins, a set of twins sat happily on either side of the man with fake hair, both giggling and wiggling about as he teasingly whispered sweet nothingness into their ears'. Humming softly to herself was a woman standing behind the counter, her short strawberry pink hair hung around her neck, her burning red eyes glowing beautifully; she wasn't beautiful or ugly, she was simply cute for better words.
He stepped up to the counter, gaining her attention as he placed the basket onto the polished wood. She raked her red eyes over him, meeting his emerald eyes with her own, and the woman smiled.
"Wolfe, you're my deliverer today?" She grinned widely. Willow Tabernacle owned the Pub Crimson Butterfly. She was a kind and goofy woman that knew a little about the world inside the Inn; she knew that Wolfram and Thorn were beaten for little things, but both of them had refused her help. In the end, Willow had stood by and did her best to help them when they asked. She never refused either one of them if they needed anything, she'd do her best to help. Why? Well, that was a story for another time. Maybe one day she'd tell, until then she'd smile warmly.
Tapping her fingers against the wood, she leant forward, peering into the basket. "So, what's my order today?"
Wolfram smiled sweetly, even though Willow had offered her help, she was more Thorn's friend then his, but he'd smile happily. He turned to his basket and carefully took out the gorgeously baked bread, Willow smiled brightly, eyeing the bread as Wolfram placed them onto the awaiting plate. Eyes flickering to the woman, Wolfram smiled and reached into the basket, grabbing ahold a single jar and carefully took it out. "Strawberry? My favourite." Willow laughed, taking the jam and eyeing it deeply with hunger.
"That Thorn." She chuckled, shaking her head and reaching deep into her pocket, taking out a dark pen and the coins that were required. Wolfram quickly passed her a small book and watched as she wrote down that she had received her order, adding her own unique signage.
She closed the book and handed it back over to the small, fragile servant and bowed her head. "Why thank you, my dear brave deliverer."
Wolfram smiled before he jumped, surprised, when another figure stepped up next to him. Leaning against the counter, Wolfram tilted his head around to look at the other. It was that man, the man with fake blonde hair and glasses that hid his eyes from view. He wore a simple dark green tunic with dark legging that looked almost black, but that wasn't right. Black was the royal colour, only the King and the Great Sage wore black. Wolfram shook his head thoughtfully and carefully steps aside to allow the man speak with the waiter. "Another bottle of your wine." He grinned widely, the sun catching his circle glasses; he tilt his head around to look at Wolfram. "And whatever this Wolfe would like."
Frowning, Wolfram tugs on his hood, pulling it out further to hide his face, glancing at the man almost shyly. "Wolfe can't talk, sir." Willow spoke in favour to the young servant.
"Why the ever not?" The fake blonde questioned, his voice smooth as silk. It sent a familiar shiver down his spine. Wolfram wasn't sure if the man had looked over at him again or not, it was difficult with those glasses in the way.
Willow hums softly, turning around and grabbing a hold of the wine bottle. She placed it onto the counter and eyed the young man. "On your tab again?" She questioned and chuckled when he nodded.
"Wolfe's a mute. He doesn't know how to talk or if he can."
"A mute?" The man spoke, eyeing Wolfram closely. He tilt his head forward to catch a glimpse of Wolfram's face, only to have the Omega step away with his head low, suckling his bottom lip. The young fake blonde haired male's lips opened and shut. He sighed to himself, pressing his lips tightly together. He leant himself against the counter and just right out stared at the young Omega.
Wolfram bit his bottom lip and wondered why he felt so judged under this strange man's gaze. "Would thou like a drink to calm thee nerves?"
Wolfram gapped much like fish; he's never tasted alcohol before. Biting his bottom lip, he tilt his head, his eyes dropping low, and he shook his head. He really did have to get the last of his deliveries dropped off if he wanted to see the parade.
"Ah. I see. You want to see the parade." The man spoke in amusement, Wolfram blinked in shock, surprised at hearing the man's words. How did he know that just by looking at him? The man wasn't even seeing his face. Lifting his head, Wolfram turned to the man, revealing his face.
The man gasped quietly at seeing the face. His eyes grew wide briefly behind his glasses before smiling brightly. "It's a pleasure to have met you Wolfe." The fake blonde bowed to the fragile Omega that looked so much like somebody he once loved.
Smiling in return, Wolfram bowed his head slightly. He had decided he liked this man; Wolfram had a feeling this man is nice and trust worthy. "Do you know sign language? The fake blonde questioned softly, tilting his head to the side, smiling brightly. Wolfram could detect the cunningness behind those round glasses. Wolfram's wide green eyes blinked in surprise.
Sign language? He wondered to himself, chewing the inside of his mouth, he shook his head. "Ah. No matter." The man chuckled and stepped away, holding the bottle of wine. "I must let you go off now, if you wish to attend the parade. It will be starting soon."
Wolfram's eyes widened at those chosen words, he bows lowly again and gathered up his beard basket. He ran to the doors, he stopped briefly, itching side to side, and he looked back at the kind man and bowed once again, smiling widely at the fake blonde who chuckled at his actions. He gave the small Omega a quick wave, watching as said Omega scattered off. His glasses shimmered as the door closes, cutting the sun off, revealing his black orbs.
Gripping the wine bottle tightly, he twirled away from the counter and stood over the table with the twins sitting humble at the table. "I'm afraid I must be off."
Stumbling along the warm stone, Wolfram breathed deeply. His eyes flicker around the area, watching the many people run around, awaiting for their King to pass them. The young Omega looked down at his basket and shifted it gently, using his free hand to support himself as he walked along the roads, his hands gently brushing against the rough walls. He just wants to give the small buns and muffins off at the orphanage quickly, for the young children who eagerly awaited for the sugary treats. Wolfram smiled, he could already see the smiling children.
He loved children and had always wondered what it would be like if he ever had children, but that was a dream that would never happen. As an Omega, he could only have children with his chosen Mate, fat chance that will ever happen. Wolfram won't Mate, not now, not ever. Shaking his head, he peered down another street and walked along the side, making double sure to avoid any 'dirty' looking men and women as he went. His Master wouldn't be pleased if he loses any of the coins he's supposed to bring back.
He almost gracefully walked along the pathway towards the orphanage at the bottom of the street. It looked beautiful, it was one of the reasons Wolfram held the King so high, despite all the stories and legends; this one he believed with his whole heart. The Moau had built a home for all the children who had no parents, an orphanage. He would visit the home with his daughter, as his daughter is an orphan too. The young King had adopted her and made a law to protect all children of all ages.
He smiled warmly when he heard the familiar squeals and cheers of children's voices. "Wolfe!" Squealed a chorus of childish voices. Wolfram smiled even wider as the children met him halfway, giggling loudly and jumping around excitedly, elated to see the young Omega.
It was in his blood, Wolfram just adored children. Wolfram spent a god twenty minutes entertaining the children, playing hide and seek with the young innocents. After that, Wolfram finally gave out the treats, watching with glee as they joyfully ate into it. It was then, from one young blonde haired child, that these treats were brought to the orphanage every day from Thorn. He felt warm as he thought of his mother figure; she made them free of charge and hid them from their Master and Mistress.
With the empty basket in hand, Wolfram happily walked along the streets of Shin Makoku. Almost skipping, but he wouldn't be caught dead doing that. He smiled warmly to himself, looking around the streets, eyeing the running people. The parade is starting, he realized, and ran behind a young woman.
Sweet music filled the air, a woman completely made out of purple and red rose petals danced throughout the air. The crows pressed in from all sides as they made space for the large caravan of carriages, carts, soldiers and amazing creatures. Dancing birds and cats with wings littered of the rose-petal dancers. As if it were even possible, the crowd pressed together even more. Wolfram made soft soundless cries as he found himself being squashed in all sides, his arms crossed oddly, as he tried desperately to make himself as small as possible. He felt as if he was being suffocated under the pressure from all sides, that everyone fought for a chance of seeing the rare sight of their King.
If this is what a parade is like, Wolfram doesn't like it. He whimpered, grinding his teeth together. Now he remembers why he hates large crowds so. Breathing deeply, he tilted his head up and eyes a couple of glowing creatures made from water, fire and earth. They marched alongside the average soldiers, their swords strapped to their hips and holding long polls that hand body-length material attached to it. The colour of pink and blue, being gently swayed around in tricks as they walked along, looking as prideful as ever.
Wolfram ducked his head, his hood long since fell down. He clenched his eyes shut, feeling the pressure on all sides growing tighter, he wondered if it was possible to have his bones crushed. Opening his eyes, his face paled and eyes grew so wide that they looked like they might pop out. A creature was thrown through the air, directly ahead of Wolfram himself. It was huge, the face was wide with a long fanged snout, a pair of burning dark eyes peered down at him and the ones around him, scales littered their face with curls of hair across the top. Wolfram noticed it was attached to a long body that curled up and down with many 'human' looking legs. His heart pounded and from sheer shock, he stumbled backward, easily being popped out from the crowd and landing on his hide.
The creature was lowered and gasps erupted throughout the crowds. It was made out of paper, Wolfram realized. Watching as men and women moved them, revealing themselves, the crowd laughed and grinned widely. They wore the dragon-like creatures like masks, pulling the material back on and dancing further down the street. There was many of them, all different colours; blue, red, yellow, green, every colour under the sun. It was beautiful Wolfram realized.
Still on the ground, Wolfram's lips parted, curling into a smile. He turned his head, watching as they moved along the street, still moving like they're dancing. The Moau sure was something, he hums softly to himself. These paper creatures surely must come from that place, Ear-th. It was ravishing, artistic and divine. Turning his head, his eyes shut briefly and looked up at the large carriage moving through the streets. His heart stopped in his chest, his face grew a bright red, a feather-lite blush appearing across Wolfram's face as he lifted his head to meet a pair of deep midnight black eyes gazing down at him from the carriage.
The Moau, Shibuya Yuuri of Shin Makoku, grinned brightly. He was enthusiastic; he loved seeing his people look in awe at his power and creative creations. His dark eyes lit up brightly, watching as water, fire and earth sprung up into forms of soldiers, following the other soldiers, twirling flag-polls around as they marched.
"Heika." Conrad chuckled, walking alongside the carriage in which their young King rested.
Yuuri blinked and smiled even brighter if it was possible, looking down at the brunette.
"Yes Heika. The parade is something of beauty; it is a parade that we've never thrown before. But Heika, you have loyal subjects awaiting for your knowledge."
Yuuri's eyes grew wide, his face flushes. "Right-Right." He smiles brightly once again, turning his gaze onto his people and reaching his hand out, waving happily at them. He laughed when he heard the cheers and squeals erupt from his people just from a wave.
"Yes. You're right. My people did come all this way to see me after all." Yuuri nodded happily, waving much like a lunatic, not that he cared of course. He couldn't contain the bubble of delight in his chest from bursting.
"Ah~ my people love me!" He laughed joyfully. Conrad just shook his head at his young King; it amused him to see how happy Yuuri can be, just from a few cheers.
"Daddy! It's so beautiful!" A soft voice squealed happily. Yuuri turned his head and smiled brightly at his daughter, peering out of the other window of the carriage, watching the dancing petal woman. She even reached up to touch one of the woman's hand with her fingertips, giggling gleefully as they brushed the petal's. The woman floated back away, waving as she went. Greta returned the wave just as happy, before waving at the people calling out to her.
Yuuri nodded his head at his daughter and leant over to stroke her chocolate brown curls. "Just be careful. Don't want you falling out the window." He chuckled as Greta laughed and shook her head.
"Daddy!" She smiled brightly, looking up at her double black father.
"I'm not as clumsy as you." Greta teased, watching as her father pouted at the words. Conrad smirked as he heard the words the young Princess spoke, shaking his head.
The double black King leant back against the cushion chair of the carriage. "Thanks a lot Greta. Love you too." He sighed, smiling when the young girl laughed and shook her head, cuddling up to his side.
"But I still love you anyway, Daddy." She smiled brightly and innocently up at her father, smiling even wider as he petted her on the head.
"Daddy?" Greta called out worriedly, shifting back into her original spot.
He felt it. Yuuri's eyes snapped wide open, his mouth parted as he felt his chest tighten, as if a fire had been lit within his stomach. He sat up wide, his spine tingled and his bottom lip trembled. His body grew hot and Yuuri twirled in the seat to look out the window. He could feel it; the other side of his red string, his destined Mate was out there. His eyes grew even wider and furiously searched the sea of people. He ignored the worried calls of Conrad and Greta, gripping the frame of the window tightly. Just like yesterday, the feeling of desire washed over him, he could also smell it in the air.
His Mate, his other half was out there. Pressing his legs tightly together, Yuuri bent his head further through the open window, searching every face they past. Where was he or she? They're outside, he knew it. He could feel it.
"Yuuri!"
Said King yelped as he was grabbed from the back. His eyes grew even wider and his mouth gapped as he found himself almost probably hanging out the window. He gulped as Conrad pushed himself back through the window. He stumbled backward and grunted, looking around weakly and confused. His mouth opened to question when he met the disappointed eyes of his daughter and personal bodyguard. He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. How embarrassing, he had almost fallen straight out of the carriage to his death, what a way to go! "I'm sorry. Sorry." He mumbled, reaching out and gently ruffling Greta's hair.
"Daddy! You just told me to be careful!" She snapped, much like the young woman she is. Much like a beautiful princess she was supposed to become.
Yuuri could only laugh nervously. He rubbed the back of his neck. Well, at least his people will have a tale to tell, even if it was embarrassing as ever. Yuuri glanced at Conrad and rubs his cheek, grinning goofily. "Sorry?" He mumbled, asking more than telling. Conrad could only roll his eyes at his young Moau.
Sighing deeply, Yuuri looked at his amused people. Resting back against the chair, he smiled brightly. He weakly lifts his hand and waves at his people. He was so close, so close to finding his Mate. He could feel it, even taste it and he had to go and do something stupid like that. Tiredly, he closes his eyes and returns to the crowd of people.
Green.
He realized, his lips parting and his heart swiftly bursting with heat. He sat up straight and stared out at the crowd. At the back, looking like he had just been thrown to the floor was a boy. Yuuri suddenly felt the urge to go out there and yank him from the ground, hold him close and refuse to let anyone else come close. He couldn't tear his eyes off the young male, staring back at him with wide glittering emerald eyes. He looked so tiny, so small. Yuuri felt the pull almost imminently, sucking in every detail of the young male, he looked roughly the same age of Yuuri, himself.
Yuuri gasped, realizing the carriage was moving. His back arched and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. The boy he had in his view swiftly becoming blocked as the carriage moved on. Suddenly becoming overwhelmed with panic, Yuuri's heart pounded and hands became clammy. Without thinking, he gripped the handle of the door and threw it open, ignoring as Greta let out wail as he jumped out of the moving carriage, landing firmly on his feet. Conrad slid to a stop, his warm brown eyes growing wide as Yuuri ran past him a few steps before stopping, searching desperately the crowd for the dirty blonde haired boy.
Only his destine Mate was gone.
Wolfram panted softly, his heart pounding within his chest. His green eyes grow wide, so wide that they felt like they'd pop out of his eye-sockets. They stung harshly and his mouth kept gapping. Wolfram's hands had twirled together, wrapping their fingers tightly around eachother and pressed it against his raging heart, it hurt to even breath! It was that bad! His throat felt dry and itchy, ever breath he took made him hiccup in pain. His legs shock, his knees buckling together.
Was that? No, it couldn't be! Wolfram refused to believe it. He shook his head furiously, clenching his eyes shut. He pressed his back harsher against the rough building he was hiding behind, the spinning music of the parade still bursting throughout the air. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Wolfram bites his bottom lip hard. He won't accept, he won't ever. It was just unbelievable. His King? Out of everyone, it had to be him! No-No! Just No! The thought made his skin crawl.
Heika is his destine Mate!
That's my third Chapter. Um, what do you all think? Wolfram knows that his King is his Mate. What will he do? Do his best advoid him of cause. Unforutnely that isn't as easy as he thought. With the double black popping up all over the place. What will Wolfe do next?
What would you guys like to see next? More Fluff?
I hope you all enjoyed the Chapter :)