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Main Couple: YuuRam - Yuuri/Wolfram.

Side Couples: YozRad - Yozak/Conrad. GweTer - Gwendal/Gunther.

WarningL Hurt/Comfort, Angst, ruesome, 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 3

The Restless King

He had a restless night. Shibuya Yuuri stood in front of the body length mirror tiredly, his thin tan-coloured lips pressed together into a frown. He leant forward slightly and tugged on the raven coloured locks dancing across his forehead, eyeing the black bags under his eyes. His skin looked pasty and slightly rosy cheeks. Yuuri sighed to himself; he didn't have a good night.

The young King couldn't fall asleep as his mind was racing with many thoughts of a certain young male. Surely, he would have felt the same thing as he did. The way their bodies tingled and the hairs stood up on the back of their necks, their hearts swiftly racing and their hands becoming clammy and twitching with the urge to touch the other. Surely, he felt their connection, right? So why'd he ran away?

Yuuri groaned to himself, rubbing the palms of his hands into his eyes harshly. He bites his bottom lip hard, was it him? Was there something wrong with him? Did that boy just not like him? Why? Yuuri let out a soft growl, shaking his head, instantly rejecting the thought. That was impossible, their destined mates, there is no way you can reject your Mate like that. It had to be something else.

Sighing deeply, Yuuri allowed his arms to fall limply to his sides. Watching his chest raise and fall before looking back at himself briefly and finally turn away from his ghastly image in the mirror. His dark eyes lowered to his hand; stretching out his fingers wide, he stared at his palm. He wanted to see the other again, wanted to touch him, to feel his skin underneath his hand and see if it really was as soft as it looked.

Sure, Yuuri had been surprised to find his Mate was male. At first, when he came to his Kingdom, he had been against male relationships, being raised in a world where things such as that was unusual. He had slowly came to accept it in this world, Yuuri had never noticed at the time that the thoughts didn't really make his stomach twist and his throat burn as to throw up, in fact it was the opposite. When the young Alpha had realized that, he had thought something was wrong with him, he had gone into a panic. In Japan, this wasn't normal, liking guys, it just wasn't something he had learned about, sure, they'd hear about them on the television, but you don't actually see them.

It had changed one day when Yuuri was walking home from school. It was a little rainy so he took his umbrella. He was about to turn to go up his street to his home, when he heard the shuffled cry. Being the King he was, Yuuri couldn't help but to look for the one who had let out the pain filled cry, discovering four younger boys; three beating on one.

They had backed off when they found an older student coming onto the scene; Yuuri had been a bit smug about that. At first, he was confused, why were they beating up to the other boy? None would voice the reason, all three of the boys avoided looking at Yuuri and the poor boy huddled up against the wall. Swiftly, another voice had called out from behind Yuuri and another young boy had ran past him to the boy who had been beaten up, huddling down next to him and desperately trying to help him. Yuuri's eyes soften as he realized the truth about the scene, especially when the hurt boy leant into the other boy's touch.

That day had changed Yuuri views of the same sex relationships all together. Now, the dark haired male found himself sifting them out, doing his best to help anybody who has trouble with things such as them, but the Alpha had never expected, in a million years, that he was in fact gay. Now that he knew the truth, Yuuri was surprised to find that he wasn't bothered by it at all; in fact, he wanted to embrace it.

Groaning to himself, Yuuri stretched his limes out before carefully un-buttoning his black pyjama shirt and allowed it to fall from his being, somewhat gracefully. His tan-skin greeted his eyes, his dark pools narrowed at the small bruises and scares that littered his torso, wounds he had achieved throughout his small adventures. He shrugged his shoulders, no longer wishing to dwell on his battle scares, and carefully began to change into his royal clothes. No longer wearing his high school uniform, Yuuri now wore a pair of deep black jeans and white blouse with a mid-night black jacket. All items came from his home, Earth.

Entering the large dinning Kitchen, Yuuri smiled widely as he moved to sit in his chair at the top of the table. Greta sat next to him, kicking her legs happily and smiling sweetly at him as he lowered his bottom onto the harden surface of his stiff black chair. Yuuri's dark pools scanned the ones sitting around the polish oak table; they all seemed reasonably happy, bright and bubbling with warmth. It made his heart flutter before his mood dampened as his mind reeled with the memory of his runaway Mate.

Noticing their King's mood, Conrad tilted his head and looked towards the young Alpha King. "Is something the matter, Heika?" He questioned softly, his chocolate brown orbs glowing warmly and kindly. "You look very…down."

Yuuri flushed deeply, finding everyone's eyes suddenly on him. He winced as Gunter made a loud wail about his appearances. "I'm…fine…" He mumbled absentminded, looking off to the side and rubbing his cheek sheepishly, his tan-coloured lips twitching into a strained smile. He felt as if he shouldn't speak of his Mate quite yet, it wasn't the right moment. He had to find him first. Maybe he could convince Conrad to take him back to their town, but the thought was quickly disregarded as he noticed the wrinkles appearing across Gwendal's forehead. Yuuri gulped, he could almost feel that death glair on him. Pouting, Yuuri only shook his head.

"Daddy?" Blinking, the double black Alpha lifted his head and smiled down at the young brunette gazing up at him with swirling concerned eyes.

"Daddy? Are you sure you're okay? You look tired…." She trails off, her lips twitching oddly to the side.

Smiling widely, Yuuri shook his head again and ran his fingers through her soft brown curls. "I'm fine Greta. Really, you don't need to worry." He spoke comfortingly, tilted his head and looking up at the grey haired demon, and sighed.

"I better get started on my paper work." He groaned, playfully glaring at the small girl when she giggled gleefully, wiggling her feet around when he tickled her in the side before finally pushing himself up from the table.

Greta watches as her Daddy leaves the room, her eyes glowing with warm before she pouted and looked down at the plate next to her. "He didn't eat…" She mumbled thoughtfully, turning her head to look at Conrad when he patted her on the head.

"I'm sure he's just tired, Greta." The tall man spoke softly, his soft chocolate brown eyes looking down at her as he began to follow his King.

"He probably didn't get enough sleep." Conrad commented, smiling comfortingly at the young Princess.

Greta sighed to herself, puffing out her cheeks as she watched the man follow his godchild out of the room. Groaning to herself, she rolled her eyes and returned her attention to her own plate, with an adopted father like Yuuri, anything could happen.

Running his hand smoothly through his dark hair, Yuuri stalked into his office, feeling even more depressed then before. It was odd, he normally was a bright and happy person, nothing could really get him down; he was always smiling and yet, just finding his Mate and realizing his Mate had ran away sent him through the loops. He felt so sad. Ignoring his godfather who followed him into the office, Yuuri positioned himself behind his desk and looked at the meaningless papers. He mentally read the blank words staring up at him, something about fruit supplies being delivered to the castle.

"Why would Anissina need that much fruit? 200 packs?" Yuuri wondered in confusion, shaking his head. He didn't want to know. Quickly scribbling his seal across the dotted line, Yuuri moved onto the next page.

Conrad stood trusty at his side, arms crossed behind his back. He could almost see the black-cloud hanging over the young King. Eyes dropping to look over the King's shoulder, he let out a snort of amusement. "Heika. It would seem you've just approved to become Anissina's next test subject." Conrad pointed out smoothly, gently pointing at the letter Yuuri had just approved.

Dark eyes flew open at the word, Yuuri gasped and quickly re-read the paper and groaned. He almost cursed under his breath but settled for biting the inside of his mouth instead, he turned to the paper and almost harshly, scribbled onto it, dis-approving her request. "You saved me, signed the wrong damn line." He mumbled quietly, shaking his head depressingly to himself.

"Heika. Are you alright?" Conrad questioned, reaching out and placing a firm hand onto the Alpha's curved shoulder.

Yuuri closes his eyes briefly and tilted his head sadly. He wondered to himself if he should tell the brunette about his troubles; Conrad hadn't ever disappointed him before. Taking a deep breath, Yuuri prepared himself to speak.

"He was there…" Yuuri began nervously, his hand becoming clammy.

"My Mate, he was there, I felt him…I didn't even get a clear look at his face! Dirty blonde hair and green eyes! That all I was able to see before he…Why'd he ran away?" He struggled to explain, he couldn't get the words out, it was as if they were trapped in his throat and they just wouldn't come out.

Opening and closing his mouth, Yuuri sank into his chair. "He ran away from me…why didn't he wait?"

Groaning even louder, Yuuri hunched himself over his polished oak desk and ran his hands firmly across his face. "Conrad…" He breaths deeply, his throat burns slightly and feels like it'll close in on itself.

"I can feel it. Something's wrong. When I saw him, it happened so fast. In my gut, I can feel that something's very wrong, very-very wrong. I don't know what, but there's something, something…I don't know." The double black Alpha whimpered out, shaking his head at how pathetic he was sounding. His hand felt heavy all of a suddenly and his stomach twisted oddly, Yuuri bit his bottom lip hard.

Conrad stared down at the young King thoughtfully, his lips parted briefly. "Heika. Maybe some fresh air will help clear your head?" He suggested mindfully, carefully pressing his hands against the King's shoulders again. Conrad smiles warmly when Yuuri tilted his head back to look up at his godfather.

Yuuri gapped slightly, trying to form words. He pauses briefly, inhaling sharply Yuuri nods with a determined grunt. "Err, I, Um…Yeah. Yeah…" He repeats over, running his fingers firmly through his hairs and carefully pushed himself up, his knees buckled under his weight.

"Yuuri?" Conrad speaks calmly, noticing the young King not moving just staring off at nothing.

He tilted his head to the side; his gentle brown eyes glittered in concern. Yuuri looks back at the taller man briefly and smiles weakly before, as fast as his short legs could take him, he left. The brunette watched as the small Alpha rushed off; he shook his head with his lips pressed together. Conrad didn't have the heart to tell Yuuri the truth. Sighing, Conrad looked through the glass window and peered down at his own soldiers training. The truth is that when two Mates meet, before their red-strings connect, they connect a little, not fully but a little. Whatever his Alpha King had been feeling has most definitely been from his newfound Mate. Perhaps he could get Yozak to go into the Kingdom and see if he could find anything.

Conrad shook his head again, turning his milk brown eyes from the wide window and sighed to himself. Poor Yuuri. It was just his luck that something like this would happen to him when he finally found his Mate. Running his hands smoothly through his brown hair, he felt like Yuuri was onto something. Something was wrong with this; it was unheard of for a Mate to run from their chosen one. They normally have this uncontrollable need to go to their Mate. Conrad could only hope that Yuuri's Mate wasn't in too much pain as now, Yuuri will feel whatever his Mate feels.

The bitter taste of sickness filled his throat. Yuuri made a soft gagging noise, he switched directions and ran towards one of the Maid's bathrooms. "G-Gomen!" He cried out, pushing past one of the yellow-coloured maids, and slammed the door behind him, throwing up into the open toilet.

Yuuri falls to his knees, clenching the sides of the toilet, emptying whatever was in his stomach into the toilet. Leaning forward, he hiccupped as he rested his forehead against the side of his arm. It was strange; it came in waves. Like all of suddenly he felt something else connect to him and he felt whatever that thing was feeling, his heart dropped to his stomach, did he throw up because he felt somebody else throw up? Was that even possible?

"My powers sure are growing…" Yuuri muttered softly, letting out a painful chuckle. It was possible, he realized.

Remembering Murata's advice on his Powers one day when the two were studying for an exam on Earth. Yuuri smiled weakly, it had been so random and just unexpected. They were reading textbooks on Science when Murata had looked at him from across the table and simply said 'Hey, did you know that your Powers are growing that you might even be able to feel people's emotions?' Yuuri just shrugged it off, that and being sick; it must have been connected to his Alpha self-growing dramatically. He just hoped that his Alpha wouldn't take control again, other than the justice-obsession the other seemed to have, Yuuri couldn't imagine what the Alpha would want now.

Breathing out, Yuuri shuddered from the sickly taste that still lingered on his tongue. Swallowing, Yuuri ran his fingers across his forehead and grabbed a tissue, whipping the liquid from his mouth and shakily pushed himself up; his legs shook a little and turned to look at the door briefly and quickly flushed the toilet, watching as the thick yellow went down the drain. Finally, he washed his face with the water from the sink, Yuuri sighed as the cool-water touched his skin. His element, it made him feel so much better than before; his element, his water always was able to make him feel better.

Leaning against the door, Yuuri panted for breath for a few seconds and finally pushed the door open and peered out. He didn't want any of the others finding out about this; they'd overreact and lock him in his room to rest up, to recover. He couldn't bear the thought of being forced to stay on his bed for that long. His swirling black orbs blinked when he met the concerned eyes of indigo.

"Oh..." Yuuri gasped, remembering doing the rude action of pushing the poor maid out the way. Smiling sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Gomen. I didn't mean to hurt you."

The beautiful girl in the yellow maid-outfit bowed in respect. "N-No. It's fine! I'm n-not hurt!" She blushed brightly, bowing again. She had short curls of deep bubble-gum hair with a skin-tight golden dress, the top part of her chest was revealed with a tight white apron.

"O-Oh. Please don't bow like that. It's my fault not yours." Yuuri grinned meekly, even though he had been here on Shin Makoku for years Yuuri just couldn't shake the Japanese shyness he was accustomed. Clapping his hands together in front of him and bowed with a slightly flushed expression.

The maid giggled at how cute her King was, pushing her rather large bosom tightly together, she smiled brightly. "Well. Please excuse me Heika. I have work to be getting on with." She spoke suggestively, giving the double black male a wink before turning and walking along the hallway.

Yuuri tilted his head, watching as the girl walked away with a swish in her steps. He blushed deeper and shook his head; he wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what she was suggesting; the back of his throat burned in embarrassment. He ran his hand across his face, briefly covering his eyes and allowed himself to calm down before swirling around on the balls of his feet, and just walked in a random direction.

Walking along the hallway, Yuuri lifted his head, glanced down one of the random hallways, and paused in step. Yuuri looked off to the side before turning to look back down the hallway. Gapping his mouth, he puffs out his cheeks and walks down the hallway, moving towards the lone figure standing directly into the middle of the hallway.

"Lady Cäcilie?" Yuuri called out gently, walking towards the beautiful golden haired woman. She hadn't been seen since that day when she backhanded Gwendal.

"Oh. Heika." Cäcilie jumped, startled. She had obviously been in deep thought. She smiles brightly, her beautiful forest orbs glittering beautifully, directing her eyes at the young King.

"You startled me. I was just thinking." She commented slightly sad, turning her attention onto a painting in front of them.

Yuuri's lips parted in surprise. Why hadn't he even seen his portrait before? Looking up at it, Yuuri made a sound of shock, it was beautiful, no doubt about it. The paint was placed onto the board in gorgeous stokes, creating a wonderful image. A family portrait; Lady Cäcilie sat in the middle wearing her very stylish and very revealing red leather outfit, that looked like it was painted onto her thin body. She sat with her back arched and legs crossed, her arms gently laid along her knees. She had a smile on her face, but a pair of sad forest orbs. Standing on either sides was Gwendal and Conrad; both looked very young, roughly 13-16 years old in Earth years.

"Wolfe was supposed to be in this painting." Lady Cäcilie spoke sadly, pressing her hands tightly together and holding between her massive bust. Her green eyes closed briefly.

"He disappeared months beforehand. I wanted to wait until we found my Wolfe again, but he was never found…" She sniffed, whipping the tears that was threatening to spill.

He could practically feel the sadness vibrating off the woman. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Yuuri looked at her and weakly smiled, he couldn't bear the thought of Greta suddenly disappearing. "What do you think Wolfram would have been like?"

Lady Cäcilie was quiet for a few seconds before she smiled brightly, looking at the King. "Oh Wolfe! I bet he is gorgeous. The looks he possess he got from his Mama." She giggled, rolling her shoulder as she spoke, her green eyes twinkling.

"I bet he has all the men and woman chasing him, aiming for his left cheek. My Wolfe. Oh." She sniffled, trying to imagine what her baby would look like now, all these years later.

Feeling the guilt for bringing Wolfram up, Yuuri reached over and gently rubbed the palm of his hands against her arm. "Gomen. I didn't mean to bring up such a difficult subject." He meekly spoke, looking back at the painting briefly.

Whipping her eyes dry, the golden beauty inhaled deeply and looked at the King with a flirty smile. "Oh Heika. If all you wanted to do was to touch me, you could have said so." She smirked widely, reaching out and flirtingly ran her fingers along Yuuri's cheek. Yuuri blushed brightly and laughed nervously, stepping away from the EX-Queen and awkwardly tugging the edge of his black sleeve.

"Daddy!" A sudden voice bellowed out, cutting through the air. Both Heika's turned around to find a small excited girl coming, running as fast as her small plump legs could take her, her short chocolate brown curls bouncing around her face as she ran.

"Daddy! Daddy!" She squealed loudly, skidding to a stop in front of the double black, her large round eyes flickered between her beloved Daddy and the Ex-Queen beauty, a goofy smile spreading across her face.

"Lady Cäcilie." Greta greeted happily, curtsey, carefully buckling her legs with while gently pulling on her white dress.

"Greta? Is everything alright?" Yuuri questioned warmly, crouching down to look at the brunette on her level. Greta gave the dark haired man a look and smiled when Yuuri pats her on the head.

"Sorry about breakfast, I wasn't very well." He admitted, the young Alpha carefully ruffled her curls.

Smoothing her now messy brown hair down, Greta grinned and nodded. "Daddy. You know Kikyo and Marley, at the happy children house Daddy." She snorted, tapping her foot impatiently. "They were telling about these great muffins and cakes they're given for free! They say they're the best they've ever had!" She squealed excitedly, almost bouncing on the spot.

Noting the look within her cocoa-eyes, Yuuri chuckled. "Well. We better place in an order then." He grinned widely, and ran his fingers through the brown locks.

"Perhaps the Princess wouldn't mind coming along with me. We'll go fill out the papers together." Lady Cäcilie smiled, crouching down to look at the girl who smiled even wider up at the woman with long golden curls and nodded excitedly, grabbing ahold of the woman's out-stretched hand.

Yuuri hums to himself, watching as the beauty lead his Princess down the hallway. "Hm. Muffins." He smiled brightly, running his fingers across his lips. His stomach growled as he thought of the delicious baked cakes.

"I'm hungry." He thought to himself, turning around to walk in the opposite direction towards the kitchen, wondering what kind of baked goodies they had. He was the King though, so he was more than certain they already had something surgery waiting for him.

"I wonder why I feel so hungry…it's as if I haven't eaten in days…"

Yuuri had no idea how true that was.

Chapter 3! Sorry it's so short! Hahaha

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