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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 4
The Start of the End
The morning had been a scurry of commotion, like every morning. Little Wolfram had been one of the busiest, with cleaning rooms constantly, none-stop, until his hands were bruised and bloody. Then some other poor servant had taken over, as his Mistress didn't like bloodstains on the clean sheets. New and old customers had arrived as was normal, well kind of, he had heard some noblemen had arrived, but he had not been allowed to see him. Mistress had quickly ordered him to the kitchen and told him not to leave until the sun was high in the sky if he knew what was good for him.
Thorn had been bubbly when she came down, a lot more than normal. She had quickly come to stand by him, cutting up the cabbage alongside him. She had said that the noblemen was somebody from the seven highest families and had stopped here before moving onto the castle. From what she had overheard between the other guests, he had come a long way from the grand lands of Torstar, the capital of the Kingdom of Sofia or Meika to others. The noblemen and his men were returning to the busy roads tomorrow. The strange thing? Nobody seemed to understand why they were going to the castle as nothing had been announced since the parade.
Moreover, to honest Wolfram cared little for the gossip, he didn't care that people thought that maybe the noblemen was going to try to mate with the King. Nope, not at all. Okay maybe a little, but who wouldn't? Who wouldn't care if they find out their chosen mate was none other than a stupid King? Out of all the possible Mazoku out there, he has to end up with the King doesn't he? Wolfram often wondered why Luck wasn't his friend, now he knows. Lucks a bitch. This isn't what he wants or needs, it's far from it. Right past the line; no the lines a dot now.
Cursing under his breath when the knife has to close to his fingers again, Wolfram winced, pulled his fingers from the green food, and held it up to his face. He sighs; this is the second time he had cut himself. Closing his eyes briefly, he plopped his wounded finger into his mouth and gave a soft suckle, clearing the bitter liquid.
"Wolfe?" Tilting his head with a gentle, hmm, Wolfram heard the sentimentality within Thorn but again, he couldn't find himself to care
. "Are you alright? You've been tense since you came back from the parade. Don't forget you threw up yesterday. You were lucky that Master didn't catch you…"
No, no he isn't okay. He'll never be okay, not as long with the fact that his red-string is connected to the Alpha King, who had most definitely seen him that day. One of the reasons Wolfram had hid in his bedroom when he got back to the Inn, he supposed luck wasn't completely a bitch to him as his Master's other Mistress had been here and so Master had ignored him completely.
What's he supposed to do? Go up to the castle and say, "Hey. Guess what, we're supposed to be mates?" yeah right, like that will go down well. Well, it probably would, Wolfram grimaced to himself. The King had seen him and probably had felt what Wolfram had too; the double black most likely already knows who he is. Wolfram felt a chill go down his spine; the King is probably looking for him! He couldn't let himself be found. He couldn't be thrown into some royal prison, stuck in those itchy clothes and force a smile. As horrible as it is, he likes the life he has. Sure, he wishes for a better life, but not one like the noblemen; he knows what's said about them and what they do. Let's just say none of it is as nice as they make it out to be.
That's decided then, Wolfram will just have to avoid the King when he comes knocking. If he ever does.
Smiling at Thorn, Wolfram let out a breathless moan and nodded his head. Yes, he is fine. He'll be fine. Nothing will ever change; Wolfram knows that for sure.
Thorn looks at the golden haired boy with an amber eyebrow raised. Her lips pressed together in a hard line, she found herself not believing the other smaller person, but chose not to push it. If she had learned anything from all those years with her Wolfe, it was that if the blonde doesn't want to let any signs out, then you most likely wouldn't get anything.
Sighing, she ran her hand through her hair and nodded her head. "Alright Wolfe. I won't push, but if you need anything, anything at all, you can come to me. You know that?"
Wolfram blinked his emerald eyes and chewed the inside of his mouth, nodding his head. He suddenly became overwhelmed with guilt, but he couldn't let Thorn know the truth. If she ever did find out, he knows she'll do everything possible to make him and that black haired King meet—no matter what.
That's not what he wants—not at all. Weakly smiling, he nods his head again, more to convince himself then Thorn; said woman just reaches over and hugs the boy, pushing him into her massive bust. Giving Wolfram the sudden urge to cry, just as he felt the deep pit of the need to breath; he bites back the sob and quickly hugs the woman before pulling away and turning to look into the glare of the sun, burning his eyes briefly. All the while gasping for sharp breathes to calm his aching lungs. How Thorn was able to do that was beyond him.
Thorn groans to herself, shrugging her shoulders and returning to work. Wolfram doesn't want to talk, well, talk in his special way. She'll respect that, but it doesn't stop her from worrying. Wolfram was her baby; after all, she did raise him.
Swiftly, and unexpectedly, a scream erupted through the air. Wolfram's breath was stuck in his throat; his emerald eyes grew wide and looked at Thorn. What the hell was that? The dirty blonde haired male winced when Thorn accidently dropped the knife she held, making it clank against the steal on the work desk.
"What in Shinou's name was that?" Thorn bellowed out in concern, somewhat gracefully turning and making her way to the kitchen door that lead outside, all the while whipping her hands on her apron.
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Wolfram stumbled after her. He shared a look with the only other servant who worked in the kitchen, a kind old man that cooks most of the meals. He, like Thorn, wasn't any breed, just a normal person. Unfortunately, he was weak and frail, and both Wolfram and Thorn thought he should have retired a long time ago, but their Mistress and Master had insisted on keeping him. That and the fact the poor old man wouldn't have anywhere else to go if he was kicked to the curb, so Wolfram does his best to pick up the little slack the old man has, not that it really was needed though, the man was a hard worker, not doubt about that.
Shuffling to the doorframe, Wolfram peeked out of it much like a small child would. His wide green eyes stared out into the openness. He could see Thorn and Lucas, along with two other servants he didn't know. Blinking in confusion, he could sense something wasn't right and carefully, he pushed himself from the frames and made his way to the small crowd, clenching onto Lucas' left arm, he looked around the taller boys form.
Wolfram's face grew sad and concern overcame his body, his lips twitched into a small frown. His eyes flickered up to look between Lucas and Thorn, noticing both their faces looked sad and somewhat guilty; well Lucas looked more amused then sad, but hey, that's who Lucas is. Thorn carefully lowered herself, held a hand out, and carefully shook a finger.
"This is an honorable establishment. You should have known better." She spoke with a heavy heart; a soft sigh escaped her lips as she took in the angry-looking girl, who just glared up at Thorn while baring her front teeth.
"On the bright side, you weren't killed this time?" Lucas chimed in almost goofily, placing a hand on Wolfram's head as the younger demon leant more into the older male.
"Lucas!" Thorn snapped, looking back at the other servant with disappointment.
If it was possible, Lucas grin grew wider. "What? It's true. She keeps coming back, despite our warnings." He shrugged innocently, his eyes twinkling.
He rolled his shoulder almost uncaring, Wolfram couldn't help but nod in agreement, this had to be, what? The third time this week she had come around to the Inn. Why wouldn't she get it? If she kept doing this Master surely will snap and Wolfram didn't want to see that, whenever it looked like Master was about to do something unspeakable, he had easily slithered off, hiding in his coot-room till Thorn or Lucas had come to get him. The image of all those years ago still burned in his middle-eye, of that poor servant that had taken the brutal punishment from their Master's anger, the poor girl had lost her life that day. There had been so much blood, it was horrifying and gruesome, and Wolfram could never get that image out of his head.
Thorn pressed two fingers against her forehead and shook her head, righting herself up again and dusting down her long brown skirt. "Lucas, Wolfe. That isn't the point." She groaned to herself, rolling her eyes. "It's how she makes a living."
"You'd get mor' business if you'd let me han' around and lur' men in." A thick accent voice grumbled out, snorting the words.
Wolfram looked at the woman, she was older then him, looked to be 106 years old. She was beautiful with creamy white skin and a small beauty mark could be seen above her lip. She had soft-looking curls of flaming red that made her blue eyes stand out. She wore a tight dark red dress with a corset over it. It looked like it could easily be taken off her paper-thin body. Despite what she does, the acts she commits every day and night, there's a deep strike of care, kindness and gentleness within her soul. Looking into her eyes, only a few would see the heart of golden she possessed, Wolfram was one of the few who could always see it, after all, they both had the same DNA-Breed gene. As an Omega, Wolfram is always able to tell when another Omega was about.
Lucas snickered, reaching a hand out and helping the known Omega up. "How about it? A night of work?" He joked playfully, watching as the woman carefully straightens out her long red skirt.
"Oh sweet'eart. You don't hav' enough money for me." The woman purred out suggestively, giving Lucas a wink and rolling her shoulders as she spoke. Thorn snorted and rolled her own eyes, giving Wolfram the impression that she might be jealous.
Making a fake painful gasp, Lucas sniffed. "Not even a discount for your favourite gardener?" He smirked widely, bumping his hip against hers.
"No' even a discount'." She chuckled, returning the hip bump.
Victoria, she's an Omega like Wolfram. Only unlike Wolfram, Victoria had given up on trying to keep herself clean and pure, she had turned to the lost jobs but yet the most easiest jobs an Omega like herself could get. It was coincidently a job that was supposed to be for Omegas, something that everyone labelled Omegas.
Despite it all, Victoria was still a sweet, playful and kind girl. Victoria always came around the Inn, looking to use it as one of her grounds; sadly, Master was always against it, always throwing her to the curb, not before using her for a little while. Wolfram had even heard that Mistress had thrown rocks at Victoria in fits of jealously, another reason why the others thinks it's a bad idea for the girl to stay and to keep coming. Victoria never listened to anyone's words and Wolfram was secretly glad, he loved Thorn and Lucas, he really did, but he liked having another Omega around.
It made him feel a little safer; it's strange and odd, but the boy just figured it was because they shared the same DNA-Breed gene and was sure Victoria liked him too. She had always been there; ever since he was a child and had wandered out into the gardens to find her sitting up in a tree; don't ask how or why she was up there. All Wolfram remembers was Lacus climbing the tree to help her down again. How she got stuck up in there in the first place was beyond Wolfram.
"What's goin' on anyway'?" Victoria questioned, carefully brushing her hair with a small wooden hairbrush. Wolfram stared at the brush and pouted, where had she hidden that? His eyes dipped to the only place she could perhaps put in and flushed bright red in embarrassment. Oh.
Thorn let out a heavy sigh, crossing her arms under her large bust. "Some nobleman. I heard he's on his way to see the King." She explained and smiled when Victoria let out a soft 'ooh'; like everyone else, including herself, Victoria loved the King.
He was just so kind and gentle; Thorn was too amused by the other woman to have noticed the grim look that had suddenly appeared across Wolfram's face as he thought of the double black Alpha King.
"Why he felt the need to stop here, at this little sappy Inn is beyond me. I would have thought he would have gone to an Inn that's…a bit more tasteful." She snorted, shamefully rolling her eyes once again. It also bugged her why this group of supposed noblemen had stopped here when the castle is just up the hill.
"Sappy." Lucas laughed gleefully, his lips stretching into an even wider grin. He couldn't help it, for some odd reason that didn't make sense he found the word hilarious.
Victoria's eyes sparkled, her pale and slightly chipped lips spread into a wide smile. "A noblema' you say'." She purrs out, her eyes swirling with cunningness. An expression appeared on her face, an expression everyone knew very well. Victoria was coming with a plan.
Thorn's eyes grew wide when she saw the look within the blue eyes. Puffing out her cheeks, she leant over and bopped the woman on the head. "Don't you dare. Whatever you're thinking, you can shove off."
"Owie!" Victoria whimpered out, holding her head and sniffling much like a child.
She looks up with playful glare and huffed, throwing the hair over her shoulder and stuck her nose up in the air. "Alright. Alright." The red head sighed with a wide smile, and finally turned to look at her favourite little Omega.
"Wolf'" She greeted, leaning over to the small dirty blonde and hugged him tightly.
Wolfram flushed light pink when his face was pushed into her healthy size bust. Not as big as Thorn's, but big enough to cut of his wind-pipes. "How abou' it Wolf'? Never di' another Omega' before." Victoria smiled brightly, her blue eyes glowing with seriousness. Wolfram could only blush a bright red colour, and meekly shook his head with his own shy smile on his face.
"How come Wolfe gets it for free, but I have to pay." Lucas pouted playfully, lightly stomping his left foot like a small child. Wolfram wiggled his nose and glared at the other male, mentally wondering how he would become friends with a wimp like him.
"Wel' I like Wolf'." Victoria grinned, leaning backward but still holding onto Wolfram's shoulders carefully.
She turned her glowing blue eyes around to the small boy and frowned, he tilted his head to the side and pouted, her lips dipping even more. "Wolf, somethin' wron'?"
Wolfram blinked, his lips pressed tightly together. What does she mean by that? He felt confused and slightly awkward as now everyone's attention turned to him, three sets of eyes were looking at him.
Victoria glanced around at Lucas and Thorn and pouted. "You guy' haven't notic'ed?" She questioned innocently.
Only to frown even deeper when both gave her a pointed look, their eyes burning deeply. "Mus' be because I'm an Omega'." She shrugged to herself weakly and looked back at Wolfram. Said male's eyes grew wide as it suddenly clicked within his head, his body grew still and the colour in his face drained away, his bottom lip trembled and he gulped.
"Wolf'?" She called out, tiling her head to the side. She could feel that the other seemed nervous and slightly sick.
Wolfram inhaled deeply, his eyes growing so wide that it felt like they were about to pop out of his eye-sockets. His bottom lip trembled and he made a soft hiccup. "Wolfe…" Thorn began, turning right around to look at the dirty-blonde haired male whose shoulders hunched up high.
The small Mazoku gapped, his mouth opened and nothing came out. "Oi! You swine! Back to work or do any of you want the belt punishment!" A deep, gritty, and dark voice growled out from the Inn.
Wolfram felt a chill go up his spin, gulping deeply, Wolfram arched his back and twirled around in the balls of his feet, practically running past his Master, not before giving a stiff-like bow in respect as he nervously made his way to his workstation hoping that the subject would be dropped.
"And you!" He heard his Master hissed, obviously directing the words at Victoria. "Get off my property! I want no diseased, stinking whores on my doorstep!"
"Alrigh'! Alrigh'!" Victoria's deep accent filled voice sighed, but with a gleeful hitch with the tone of her voice. "I'm goin' I'm goin'!"
Thorn glanced over her shoulder, eyeing her Master before coming to a stop across from Wolfram. She looked at the blonde and pouted. "Wolfe. You said you weren't sick. Were you lying to me?" She questioned, reaching across the station and placing her hand firmly onto Wolfram's forehead. Said blonde blushed and smacked her hand away, shaking his head.
"Wolfe, Victoria said she could tell. You're tense. Something did happen, didn't it?" Thorn sighed to herself, rubbing her temples and making a gentle mew as she caressed the dirty blonde locks. "We're just worried."
Wolfram nods his head in understanding, but seriously! How was he supposed to right out and tell her the truth! It was so stupid, ridiculous. Rolling his emerald eyes, Wolfram smiled brightly up at the woman to reassure her that everything was fine and reached up to take her hand, patting it.
"Alright. If you say so." Thorn breathes deeply and smiles, looking through the open window and waving at Lucas to let him know everything was fine. Wolfram just rolls his eyes again, he always felt like a baby between those two, if he so much as flinches then they believe he's sick. It's ridiculous but it was nice to know that they loved him so.
Still smiling, Wolfram washed his hands. Noticing the sun had finally got to the peak of the lands, it was time for his last delivery of the day, and then all he had before bed was a bit of table twittering. Oh, how he despised that time of the day. Wolfram remembered when one time a man had slapped him on the ass, and Wolfram had reiterated by throwing his fist into the man's face, which had resulted in him being punished, but hey, it was worth it. The look on his face was hilarious and that man got everything he deserved, even if Wolfram was placed out in that ditch for the night. It was worth it and nothing is going to change that. Wolfram was quite proud of himself for it, not that he'd tell anyone of course.
"Be careful, yeah. Tasty things out this time of day. Poor Ol' King can't protect everyone yeah." The kind and gentle voice breathed out. Wolfram, still smiling, looked over to the old man stirring the large pot of soup, carefully adding meat to it. The wise words were always said to the smaller boy. So far, Wolfram had been lucky; he hadn't run into any of the tasty things the cook is always saying.
Nodding his head with his own soft, soundless moan, Wolfram gripped his old and yet favourite muddy brown cloak. The large bow laid happily on his chest and he tied it tightly around him and shuddered as he took the grey plastic bucket that held the items within it. Wolfram wasn't sure what it contained, but he didn't want to know, so he clipped the lid on and carefully shifted it into a comfortable positon within his arms.
Shifting out of the Inn, Wolfram whined when a blast of cool air slammed into his face. Wolfram hunched over and shivered, wondering why it was so cold when it was supposed to be summer soon. Tugging on the cloak, pulling it tightly around his small body, Wolfram breathed deeply as his knees buckled underneath his weight. His emerald eyes flickered downward and clenched his eyes briefly, his heart pounding loudly; he could hear the repeating sound of thuds echoing in his ears. Licking his cool lips, he glanced over at the gates of the yard, peering through the iron bars.
Wolfram sighed to himself, walking out of the yard and moving along the back alleyways of Shin Makoku. It was an ire area, giving anyone a cool chill that would crawl down their spines. Wolfram yelped breathlessly, spinning around when he heard a thud behind him. He whimpered, feeling quite stupid when he saw a tiny furry cat bounced from a small dumpster and scattered away. Wolfram stared until the little animal was out of sight, he sighed to himself and rolled his fingers against his temples, he turned around to look back up the walkway he was going. These areas were known as dangerous, you'd always have to be careful. This was the place where the lowest humans and Mazoku skittered around. It was trouble; they're only looking for trouble.
Placing the handle of the bucket in the dip of his arm and elbow, Wolfram held his hands tightly to his chest and stumbled along the streets. When he came to the corners, he meekly poked his head around the corner, half expecting somebody to leap out and scream 'boo'; rolling his eyes, Wolfram shook his head in embarrassment.
Wolfram walked quickly along the street, making his way towards his destination. His eyes flickered around wildly, looking at every dark spot he passed. He could feel his heartbeat vibrating underneath his fingertips. Twirling around to look weakly up at the steps leading to the familiar pub at the end of street, he stretched up on his tiptoes and pushed the door open. Sakura wasn't running the pub at this hour; instead, it was the shady looking man who Wolfram tried to avoid as much as possible. He doesn't know why, he just felt like he had to. Unlike before, the pub was pretty full with people; people laughing, chatting and talking about mean.
Wolfram swallows and nervously walks towards the counter. His shoulders hunched as the man turns his way with a very off-putting smile, tapping his fingers against the wooden surface of the counter. The small blonde felt a giant burden off his shoulders as the man took the items from him, it was no longer in his hands, he waited anxiously as the man scribbled words down in his costumer book. Wolfram glanced around, tapping his foot rather impatiently; he just wanted the man to hurry the hell up so he could get back to the Inn. As stupid as it sounds, it's safer inside the Inn then outside it at this time of day.
Once he had the book back, Wolfram bowed in respect before clumsily pushing his way outside the pub, tripping on the steps as he tumbled across the ground. Poor Wolfram hadn't noticed the three sets of eyes watching him the whole time he was inside the pub and as soon as the dirty blonde head left the pub, one of the three quickly downed the rest of his beer before following Wolfram out. The other two shared a deep look before finally following the man.
The sudden and quick slap didn't even register until his shock subsided enough to the notice that he had just been slapped firmly on the ass. A cool chill went down his spine and Wolfram peered over his shoulder, looking at the ghastly looking man. Wolfram made a breathless gasp when a pair of large beefy hands grabbed him and pulled him backward.
"You've got such a pretty face." A repulsing voice gritted out, rolling his hands across Wolfram's tiny shoulders. "You smell good too."
Wolfram shuddered, swallowing the large lump that had appeared within his throat. A sickly taste filled his mouth; it burned and made his throat throb, his stomach twisted oddly, especially when a hand slid across his face, caressing Wolfram's cheek. Inhaling deeply, Wolfram's eyes grew even wider when he felt those pudgy fingers dig into his skin; he winced from the pain that bristled across his pale skin. Moreover, when they traced a little too close to his mouth, Wolfram opened his mouth wide and bared his teeth, ripping his teeth into the skin.
With a startled yell, the man threw Wolfram against the alleyway wall. Wolfram whimpered; his body crushed against the gritty looking walls, causing his body to twist oddly against the greasy pricks. Wincing, Wolfram breathed through clenched teeth, wondering briefly if he'd wake up with bruises the next morning. At first, he feared the man had broken his bone from the blaring pain but was relieved when he found that he could move his arms.
"Why, you little swine!" The man hissed loudly. Wolfram whimpered when a hand suddenly grabbed ahold of his throat, yanking him firmly off the cool-bitter stoned floor.
Eyes popping out wide, Wolfram struggled for air as he was held up to the alleyway walls. The stones rolled against his back painfully, digging into his back and casing his skin to inflate angrily while his feet dangled against the wall. "You like biting, do yah little bambi?"
Wolfram held his breath, his eyes were wide and he knew his shoulders were trembling. He pressed himself against the wall in fear. "Think of it. Holding you against the wall, ripping you apart. I wouldn't be gentle, hell no, you little swine! Come on, don't yah' want a good time?" The man spat out, Wolfram could smell the bitter sent of beer littering his breath.
Wolfram gripped the man's wrist tightly, struggling to pull the man's hands from his throat, but he was stronger and easily overwhelmed the much weaker and frail boy.
He gasped, the tears came. He couldn't stop them, he felt cold, freezing, his face was so pale and his head felt light and a little dizzy. Wolfram often wondered why the great one was punishing him, what did he ever do to upset the great one so. He was always punishing him.
Wolfram's eyes popped open as he fell to the ground with a loud thud. He groaned and blinked, looking but not seeing in confusion. What in the world.
"Wolfe." A familiar yet unfamiliar voice spoke.
Wolfram blinked again, the tone of voice was gentle, but deep and filled with wisdom. Turning his head, he stared absently at the fake blonde haired man he had met before, the day of the parade. It took him awhile to recognize, but when he pushed his round-glasses up his pointed nose, Wolfram realized whom it was and just like before, he wore the dark blue and blackish robes. It was strange, as the colour black was known as royalty.
"You're drunk, you filthy foremen."
Wolfram weakly turned his head to look at the other male in the alleyway. Unlike the man in the blonde wig, this man had natural bright orange hair. He was quiet muscled and tall, definitely an older and stronger man. He pushed the drunk man away, said man grumbled a few colourful words, spilling them out loudly and struggling to stay up right as he moved about, glaring harshly at the orange haired man.
Wolfram released a breath of air he hadn't realized he was holding. He reached up and harshly whipped his eyes, repeatedly even after his eyes had grown dry. Pressing the palms of his hands into his eye sockets, Wolfram breathed deeply, allowing the twinkles to flash across his eyeball before finally removing his hands and lifting his head again, staring blankly ahead of him with red, swollen eyes.
"There-There." That same old but yet young voice spoke. Wolfram jumped, startled as soft hands gently touched his shoulders. He snapped his head around and looked at the fake-haired blonde with half-dazed eyes.
"I've got you." He said, a smile on his lips, carefully circling his arms around Wolfram and helping him to his feet. "Your body just needs to catch with itself."
Inhaling deeply, the orange haired man turned around and whipped the sweat from his forehead. He placed his hands onto his hips and smirked widely, his eyes twinkling as he faced the other two, but as soon as he caught sight of the young dirty blonde, his eyes grow wide.
"Is it me, or does he look like a certain hyperactive woman?" He questioned tilting his head to the side and lifting a deep orange eyebrow.
Making a soft chuckle, the fake-blonde carefully leant Wolfram against the wall before pulling his glasses off and cleaning them with the end of his robe. He then slid them up his nose, looking back at Wolfram and then the bright orange haired male. "We've been looking for you for a very long time." He spoke to Wolfram, the meaning behind his words meaning a lot more then what was heard.
"Wolfram von Bielefeld."
Ignoring the orange haired male as he began to sprout meaningless words, Wolfram made a breathless whine and slowly lifted his head. He blinked his eyes and shook his head to clear his thoughts. Wolfram von what? Wolfram felt sick, he looked between the two men who had saved him, what had he been called. He knew his full name was Wolfram, but he didn't have a second name. He had asked Thorn once; all Thorn could say was that servants didn't have second names, as they didn't need one.
Swallowing, Wolfram reached up and pressed the palm of his hand against the side of his head. His emerald eyes dropped and noticed the dark grey bucket on the ground, he carefully leaned down and picked it up, quickly gazing over it and felt relieved when he found it wasn't damaged in anyway. No punishment for that at least.
Seeing the fake male walk towards his friend, Wolfram slid across the wall until he found an open space behind him. Without taking his eyes off the two strange men who seemed to having some kind of argument, Wolfram walked backward into the shadows until he no longer could see them. Once they were out of sight, he spun around and ran. Ran as fast as he legs could take him, they burned as he pumped them, but he couldn't stop himself from running, to get away from it, to remove himself from the area. He felt sick, so sick to his stomach.
He had almost been raped.
The thought terrified him; he clenched his eyes shut tightly. He pushed himself along the street, eager to get back to the Inn. His head throbbed and he was relieved to find neither of the two men was chasing after him. Wolfram only stopped running when the building came into view, even though he had horrible experiences within the Inn, it was home. As messed up as it was.
He stumbled through the doors, almost tripping as he entered the building. He shuddered as he dropped the bucket onto the floor carelessly. His knees buckled and he inhaled deeply, leaning over while grasping the doorframe tightly and making soft wheezes. The words kept circling his head, he gasped for breath but it didn't calm his raging heart. It had almost happened, the unthinkable, the most horrifying nightmare in the world. Something Wolfram had worked endlessly to keep himself clean and pure.
"Wolfe? Wolfe?" Thorn gasped out, running towards Wolfram, her arms out stretched.
"Wolfe. What happened?" She cried out, pulling the boy into hug, pushing his head into her large bust and stroking his soft looking curls.
Wolfram clenched his eyes shut, ignoring the woman as he pulled away and gasped for breath. Breathing deeply, so deeply that his throat tingled and burned, growing itchy and the bitter taste of puke filled his mouth but nothing came out. His stomach twisted oddly and the boy stumbled along. He wasn't sure where he was going; he just knew he had to get away. Wolfram moved along blindly, needing to get away desperately.
His knees buckled as he walked, he felt as if his legs would give out any moment now. His throat burned even harsher and he made a choking sound and grumbled to himself. Wolfram blinked his emerald eyes, he could see blurry images of Thorn, and Lucas had quickly joined the commotion in the kitchen. Wolfram's head felt dizzy, his chest tightened and he bit his bottom lip, breathing deeply and looking firmly at the two.
"Wolfe. What's wrong?" Lucas spoke, pushing the kitchen doors open and entering the room. His eyes flickered around worriedly, before landing firmly onto the short dirty blonde haired male. His lips curls into a tight line and moves towards the boy.
"Wolfram?" He calls the demon by his full name, quickly stepping up to Wolfram and placing his hands onto his shoulders.
Wolfram chewed the inside of his mouth, he parted his lips as if he was about to speak, but like always, nothing came out. His eyes lowered to the rather large, somewhat muddy, glass of water that the old man had slowly past him. He stared at the liquid for a few seconds and smiled weakly, very weakly and very small, it could hardly be considered a smile at all.
A bittersweet smile. He lifted the glass to his lips and tipped the edge against them; he jumped slightly from the coolness of the glass and sighed in relief as the water splashed against the tip of his tongue. Slowly, his shoulders sagged and he made a breathless moan before finally looking up at three standing across from him.
Thorn gracefully crouched down and picked up the bucket, she turned it over in her hands, feeling the plastic and noticing there wasn't any dents, she tilted her head to the side and looked at Wolfram.
"Wolfram. Something bad happen, didn't it." She whispered gently, pushing herself up and moving towards the blonde who was now wrapped up in Lucas's arms. Hearing the woman's words, Wolfram nodded mutely in answer.
Thorn's eyes widened briefly, she shared a look with Lucas, and both glanced at the old man who gave them a pointed look. All three quickly understanding what had obviously happened out in the alleyways. Thorn makes a loud gasp and quickly closes the distains between her and Wolfram, pulling him firmly out of Lucas arms and hugged him tightly, like a mother would.
Wolfram puffed out his cheeks and gulped down as much as water as he could. "Wolfram…were you?" Thorn trailed off while gently stroking the blonde curls when Wolfram shook his head in answer.
Letting out a breath of relief, she rested her cheek against the top of the soft looking head and made a soft 'woes Wolfe' under her breath. She gently pulled the small none-fire demon away and placed a row of butterfly kiss along his pale cheek.
Lucas let out a groan, running his fingers through his messy red hair. He knew if they do tell their Master and Mistress what had happened, they wouldn't care. Hell, their Mistress would even change Wolfram's delivery hour to later, to put the poor boy into more danger. Mistress for some reason seemed to hold something against Wolfram; Lucas would spend hours trying to figure it out, and finally his head began to ach and he gave up. Nevertheless, whatever Mistress has against Wolfram must be something. All Lucas could do was to do his best and make sure Wolfram stays out of her claws. So far, so good.
Wolfram lowered his head, resting it back against Thorn's chest and made a gentle wheeze. He placed the glass to the side and looked blankly back around the kitchen, wondering when the sun had set.
Had he really been out that long? It had happened so quickly. Moreover, now that thought about it, who were those guys that had saved him? He might have been rude running off like that; he didn't even thank them. How embarrassing. But, he'll most likely run into them again later, twice he had ran into the fake blonde, who Wolfram still can't work out why he wore a wig. What did he really have to hide?
Unless. Wolfram's eyes grew wide and he made a breathless 'eep' his back arching in shock. Unless he was royalty! Unless he was from the castle and had come to the kingdom undercover. That or he had come in disguised so he could enjoy himself without being noticed. Wolfram may not be of royal blood, but he knew how difficult it must be to enjoy the city when everyone is crowding you and asking meaningless questions.
Now, the man is either the King or the Great Sage, at first Wolfram felt the hairs on his neck stand on end, his stomach doing flips as he thought of the possibility it was the King. Had he come looking for him? Wolfram wondered what he must think of him. He shook his head; his gut told him it wasn't the King. So it had be the Great Sage, but last he heard was that the Sage had gone back to the temple to deal with the Great Spirit of Shinou, apparently. Those was just rumors so Wolfram wasn't sure if it was true, but the Great Spirit of Shinou had been playing the Temple Maidens. Flipping their skirts and stealing their kimonos when they went to bathe.
So, if it is the Great Sage, what's he doing here, and who is that orange haired man with him? What did they call him again? Wolfram von something? Same first name, but surely they have the wrong person.
Well, as far as Wolfram himself knows, his name wasn't a common name. It was rare for somebody to be called Wolfram, so the demon was surprised that a Nobleman had the same name. It was somewhat funny actually, when you think about it. Imagine that Nobleman's face when he finds out that a low-time slave has the same name; an Omega shares the same name.
Carefully, he pulls himself free from Thorn and looks almost blankly around the room. Remembering he had to do the service now. He can do it, he hoped so anyway. All he had to do was take orders and deliver food; if he keeps his head down, he'll be safe. He wouldn't be kicked in the ribs or anything; he won't be punished if he keeps his head down and is careful. Yeah. He will no longer waste brain cells on a stupid King that may or may not be his damned destined Mate.
"Wolfram. You don't have too. I'll do it for you." Lucas called gently, tilting his head to the side, watching as the shorter male began to walk to the doors. Stripping his cloak off and tying his apron back on, fully preparing to do his job without a second thought.
Wolfram waved his hand helplessly over his shoulder. Lucas was a gardener, not a server. He highly doubted Lucas could do the job without snapping at someone in the hall. Just as Thorn stood to suggest taking the shift, Wolfram closed the door.
"Wolfram. Ah. M-Mistress says it's time to s-start the service."
Wolfram looks at the smaller girl who had almost ran into him as he walked from the kitchen. He smiles reassuringly to her, she's nice, but sadly, she's their Mistress's personal servant, which means she takes most of their Mistress's anger. She's tiny with strawberry blonde hair and green eyes, her skin is milk but if you looked closely, you could see the bruises and blood-red rashes the girl had been given from their Mistress. Maddie sighed in relief when Wolfram nodded in understanding. Thankful that she won't be locked in the closet this time as a punishment.
Wolfram shifts his body weight from one foot to the other, entering the mass hall of costumers, call sitting around their tables. Laughing and talking. The noise burned Wolfram's ears; he sighed to himself, finding his Mistress over the corner, talking with a much-muscled looking man. Rolling his eyes, he walked toward the counter and peered around the other servants skittering about; holding trays of hot food and large mugs of what he could only guess was alcohol.
He shuddered when he noticed a few of the grim looking men staring at him with a hungry look in their eyes. Wolfram shook his head and stepped up to the counter, taking the ticket and grabbing ahold of a tray. He sighed and got to work, repeatedly zigzagging around the hall, taking orders and delivering food. Wolfram did get a few comments and a few men, even a woman had been daring enough to try to grab his ass, only this time Wolfram had been on guard and easily avoided them from touching him. He almost smirked as he did so. In all honesty, he wasn't in the mood. His hands itched to slap and punch someone, but he knew what would happen if did that, especially with his Mistress eyeing him every time he passed her.
Freaking Witch!
The sound of china smashing against the floor made Wolfram pause in step. He blinked in surprise, looking about; he made extra sure that he hadn't dropped anything. Everything was still in hand; he swallowed and turned his head. His eyes grew wide slightly, watching as Maggie let out a cry as she watched the broken pieces lie across the wooden floor. The poor girl had tripped and dropped everything, everything in her hands. Her body trembled as she stared at the mess she had made; she could hear the quick and loud row of complaints. She meekly looked at her Mistress and paled at the death glare she received.
Moreover, as quick as anything, Wolfram gasped, his eyes narrowing just as the woman moved across the hall and backhanded Maggie. It threw the girl to the ground with an angry red cheek. Maggie whimpered, her eyes filling with tears as she held her raw cheek. She looked up at her Mistress with desperate eyes. The woman made a soft hissing sound, walking towards the doors leading out into the hallway; Maggie slowly got to her feet and tottered after her, with her head low.
Wolfram gulped, he stared at the door briefly before moving on with his job. He felt angry; Maggie was younger than he was, so much younger. She was barely a teenager. He quickly placed the dirty dishes onto the counter before walking quickly towards the same doors the Mistress had taken Maggie through. As soon as he got onto the other side and closed the doors, he heard a scream.
It was drawn out by the music coming from the dinner hall, feeling his heart drop to his gut; he rushed along the hallways until he came to another room. Looking around, he couldn't find his Mistress in sight, but he could hear the sobs coming from a door across from him. Carefully, he crept towards it and removed the hatch, opening it up to reveal the young girl.
"W-Wolfram?" She hiccupped, looking up with blood red eyes. Wolfram puffed out his cheeks and looked up to find her arms had been tied to a hanger, making her stand. Rolling his eyes, he yanked it down, releasing her from her cage like prison. He caught her as she stumbled downward.
"What are you doing?" Sneered a high pitch voice. Wolfram jumped, craning his head around to look at the woman who had appeared in the doorway. He stared at her as she glared evilly down at him before stalking towards him and ripping her fingers through his hair, pulling him upward. Like always, Wolfram didn't make a single sound, he winced from the pain, but allowed himself to be dragged along.
Maggie made a cry, reached across to the blonde, grabbing ahold of Wolfram tightly, and shook her head, begging her Mistress to let him go. It wasn't his fault, it was hers, and he shouldn't be punished for something she did.
Loud thuds raced down the hallway, a large figure appeared in the doorway. "What is going on?" Yelled a gritty voice.
Their Master glared into the room, his hair stuck up in places and his clothes were a mess. It was obvious that he had been in the middle of something before he was so rudely interrupted. His eyes narrowed further into slits and looked to his Mate who bared her teeth before he got a clue. He was already in a bad mood and this didn't help either. He snapped his head around, stared down at Wolfram before marching over, and tightly grabbed ahold of the Omega's arm, ripping him from Maggie's grip.
Wolfram would have yelped if he had a voice that worked. He stumbled after his Master, eyes wide as he stared at his arm. It was bent oddly and his Master fingers were digging painfully into his skin. His heart pounded harshly and his eyes grew even wider when he was dragged into the garden. Instantly he knew what was happening, his head felt heavy and it pounded.
"You filthy Omega!" The man hollered when Wolfram hunched over and threw up. The man shook the small man before practically throwing him into the hole. He stared heartlessly as Wolfram fell almost lifelessly into the whole, before yanking the large mental railing and locked it over so Wolfram couldn't get out.
"The six-day punishment you little whore!" He sneered, spitting violently over the bars.
Wolfram shook, his eyes flickering about the small hole. It was only big enough for himself alone to stand. Six-day punishment? Three days and three nights? He felt his heart sink, his face heat up, his eyes grew stiff and itchy, and his vision became blurry. Wolfram swallowed the large lump in his throat, his mouth tinged with the bitter taste of sick. For the first time, Wolfram wanted his real mother.
Unknown to Wolfram, as soon as he was thrown into the pit, a pair of men came about the Inn.
The sun was high the next morning. He slowly sat up in the room they had bought last night, he reaches out and gripped a pair of glasses, quickly washing them on his robes before sliding them up his pointed nose.
"Yozak?" He calls out with a bright smile, tilting his head to look at the orange haired male.
"Are you sure he came this way, Murata?" Yozak asked, stretching his arms out and groaned as his bones made soft pops.
"This place looks too shady."
With a snort of amusement, Murata stood somewhat graceful for a pervert. "It's the only open building in this direction. It's the direction he ran, after all." He explained happily, turning to the doors and walking towards it.
"Wolfram's in here somewhere. We just have to find him."
"I hope so..." Yozak sighed to himself, rubbing the back of his neck. "The kid was really dead on finding this sap. You really think he's the kid's mate?" Yozak questioned, bouncing his bright orange eyebrows as he spoke, a cunning smile appearing across his face.
Humming under his breath, Murata shrugged his hands out. "Yup!" He says, making sure to pop the 'P' in the word.
Grinning gleefully at the taller man, his eyes flashed behind his round glasses. "Conrad will still be there when we get back." He chuckled, watching the man's face in amusement.
Yozak makes a grunt before rolling his eyes and leaning against the doorframe, choosing to ignore that comment. "Have you got the feeling that the owners of this Inn are hiding something?" He questions, looking through the doors in time to see one of the 'helpers' of the Inn rush on by. "It all feels so shady. Like something they are trying to cover up."
Murata hummed and came to stand by the other. He eyes a pretty face and winks as she passes him, watching happily in amusement as she flushes brightly, moving quickly along the long hallways. "I think they've broken one of Shibuya's laws." He spoke quite carefree.
He had helped Yuuri write those new laws and had agreed on number of his ideas; he was right in so many things. Servants, slaves and other things along those lines, they should all be removed and given the chance to start a new. Yuuri had worked himself ragged to make his Kingdom right and Murata felt that this small Inn had somehow been over looked. He wondered how; the best of the best had been going to every Inn and making sure everything had been set right, though this one felt like the Inns back in the time of Shinou and those weren't good. They were far from good and if Wolfram was here...
Murata remembered how sad, upset and angry Shinou had been when he found his ascendant had mysteriously disappeared and most likely had died. Murata had felt it, it wasn't right. Wolfram had so much to do, Yuuri had needed him and Shinou had made sure Wolfram would be there. It was strange and odd that he'd disappear like that. Both had tried to track down the fire-demon and had only come up empty handed. It wasn't right, something had intercepted Wolfram's sealed time-line and removed it, destroyed it.
Every night Shinou had tried to find Wolfram, enter his head and talk to him. However, it was as if he was reflected, bounced off. He refused to believe Wolfram was dead; he had plans for him. Great plans that needed to be done.
Sure, everything had gone all right so far, the boxes and the bloody spirit that had tried to take over him, Yuuri had done everything Shinou thought he wouldn't be able to without Wolfram. The future now on, Yuuri won't be able to do without Wolfram. Shinou had designed everything for the two to work together and this had made everything fall. Wolfram had to be alive so that the two could be bloomed. Yuuri won't get them without Wolfram.
"We should split up and look around. See if we can find any evidence for what I suspect." Murata finally spoke, all playfulness gone.
He looked seriously at Yozak, the light catching his glasses. "Wolfram's here. I know he is. He's just waiting for us."
Yozak slowly nodded his head, scratching the back of his neck and tilting his head to see a young male rush passed a few doors. "Well. I'll go this way." He shrugged following the boy with red hair. He looked like some kind of gardener.
Murata watched until Yozak was out of sight before tilting his head up. "Now then. Wolfram…where could you be…" He muttered to himself, pushing himself off the door and locking it. Preparing to return to the keys, an excuse if he is caught snooping around.
Pausing in step, the fake-blonde haired male peered out the window. His eyes widened briefly behind his glasses when he sees a woman with long amber hair and a rather large bust. His eyes narrows through the glass and he puffs his cheeks out, he watched as the woman skittered around nervously and awkwardly.
She moved about as if she was worried about something and kept muttering under her breath. Suddenly, a long carriage stopped by the young woman in the white apron. She jumped and stared wide eye as a man walked from the Inn, carrying a large solid object wrapped in a thick blanket. He dumps it none-too nicely into the back of the carriage before saying something to the woman and returning to the Inn.
Murata scratches the side of his head in thought. The woman looked sad, as if she wanted to cry but wouldn't allow herself too. It looked odd; after making up his mind, Murata pushed himself along. He walked quickly down the hallway to the back.
Yozak listened into the random conversation within the dinner hall. He sat at a random table, holding a large mud of coffee, every now and then he'd take a few sips before glancing at the table next to him. Two people sat at the table, quietly talking to one another. Something had happened last night, before they had stumbled across the Inn. Supposedly one of workers had dropped a tray and after that, the worker and her friend had mystery disappeared. It made Yozak frown in concern.
The orange haired male, glanced back at the two talking next to him. He inhales and takes a deep mouth gulp of the bitter black liquid before resting his cheek into the palm of his hand. He sighs to himself before pushing himself up and moving along towards the double doors leading outside the Inn.
He had searched the whole place and found little interaction that the boy was here, it was like the Inn was wrapped up tightly, packed up and boxed up, hiding everything from the outside world; hiding everything from unwanted eyes. It was starting to bug him greatly. Normally, gathering information like this was a lot easier, all he had to do was sit and wait and the words would come rolling.
"Hey." He called, stopping a rushing woman worker.
The woman looked at him with somewhat widened eyes, eager to carry on with her work.
"What happened to the two workers last night?" He questioned. The woman's face paled and she gulped, her throat suddenly clamming up. Noticing the worried look on her face, Yozak leaned closer to her. "You can trust me. I promise I won't hurt you."
The woman was quiet, considering what he was saying before biting her bottom lip. She looked side to side, searching for any signs of other people. Other than the other workers, she saw none. Looking back Yozak, she nodded. "In the garden. Both are in the garden." She whispered, looking through the doors they stood in front of. She nodded to the back.
Yozak peered through the doors with narrowed eyes. He thanks the woman and watches as she scatters off, disappearing around the corner of the Inn. Turning back to the doors, he spread the doors open and stepped outside. The first thing he saw was a carriage with a woman who looked like she was having a break down. Noticing him, the woman watched as he walked towards the carriage, peering over the sides of it to see large, solid object. Reaching out, he noticed the way she winced and stepped away. Lifting an eyebrow, Yozak lifts the blanket to find a person underneath.
"What the…" He gasped out. It was a girl, a young girl with strawberry blonde hair. She laid lifeless on the wooden surface with marks around her neck and shoulders. His eyes hardened and looked at the woman, fully prepared to get answers.
"Can I help?" A new voice spoke. Yozak turned around to find the lady of the house, walking towards him in a deep blue dress. Her eyes gazed at the man with a glaring glint within her eyes. She looked briefly at the amber haired woman and then back to Yozak.
Yozak didn't miss the glare she gave the amber haired woman. He stared at the lady before turning back to the young child in the carriage. "What happened to her?" He questioned, watching as the woman walked directly to the carriage and crouched over slightly the edge of the carriage.
"She had a horse accident. Poor thing." She spoke low, gently running the back of her hand along the side of her face. Brushing a blonde lock out of the girls face, the woman lifted her head and looked at Yozak. A dark expression appeared on her face.
Yozak snorted, he shook his head and glanced back at the young girl. "No. Those are strangle marks."
The woman smiled bitterly and gently pulled the blanket up to cover the girls face. "She fell from the horse into the rains. Poor dear was dragged along for miles." She shrugged, uncaring.
The woman turned back to look at Yozak and tilted her head to the side. "I'd like you not to go boasting this up. It is bad for business."
Yozak's jaw slacked in shock, watching the woman dust of her hands as if she had just touched something disgusting before turning and stalking back towards the Inn. She gave the amber haired woman a look as she walked through the door.
Running his hand through his orange main, Yozak grumbles low. He looks back at the carriage before turning to look at the amber woman who slowly began to return to the Inn, he moved fast, grabbing ahold of her arm.
"Tell me the truth." He almost growled out, turning her to face him. "Please. You can trust me. Was…was this really an accident?"
The woman stares sadly up at the man. Her eyes flickers to the carriage and bites her bottom lip in thought. "Murder." She whispers before yanking her arm free and running towards the Inn without looking back, her back arch.
Yozak groans to himself. Murder. She said Murder, that means the girl was had been killed. He ran his hands fully through his hair; he turned back around and stared down at the back of the garden. The other girl, she had said to go down there, that both of the workers were in the garden.
"Yozak." The man spun around to find Murata running up to him. The Sage slowed to stop and glanced at the carriage. His eyes catches the sun, blocking Yozak from seeing his eyes. He had obviously figured the truth out. "Shibuya should know what's going on in his Kingdom."
Shaking his head, Yozak turns back to the back of the garden. "One of the other….workers…inside the Inn had said another person was at the bottom of the garden. My guess, it's Wolfram."
Murata snaps his head to look at the area where Yozak had gestured too. He placed his fingers to his chin, pressed his lips together tightly, and breathed out deeply, his mind reeling in thoughts, quickly creating a plan.
"Right." He grunted out, looking at Yozak. "Go to the castle. Let Shibuya know the truth of this Inn. Come back with both Weller and Voltaire, they both should be here."
The Great Sage didn't move until Yozak left the yard. He stayed still long after he had left before finally turning to the place where Wolfram was kept; all these years he had finally found him.
Now all that was left was to free him.
Whoa! My longest chapter ever! Sweet mother of good! Hahaha