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Remember this, the story is pure YuuRam-Yuuri/Wolfram. Yoai/Slash/Shounen ai.
Other couples include - YozRad-Yozak/Conrad and GweTer-Gwendal/Gunter
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Gruesome, Blood-Spill, Alpha/Omega/Beta, Suggested Sexual themes, AU, Maybe-MPreg
Please thank my wonderful beta: StephyYuki for all her hard work.
Chapter 5
Homely Safe
It had happened so fast. Wolfram didn't have the hand to withhold it all. One moment he was locked in the ditch, his legs burning and becoming sore, his fingertips felt raw from scratching at the muddy walls and the next? The cage door had been ripped open. He had been so terrified that his Master had decided to come and give him a worse punishment, so it was an understatement that Wolfram had been shocked to find the skinny-ass, fake blonde haired male peering down at him with a wide and bright knowing smirk across his face.
Right at this moment, however, Wolfram was safely huddled up in Thorn's arms, unmoving and unblinking, just staring blankly to the side, staring directly at the Inn's wall. His head leaned gently against Thorn's healthy bosom. He was filthy, covered in dirt and grit. Wolfram didn't have time to wash it away with freezing water; he had been taken straight in and placed into Thorn's awaiting arms. His Master and Mistress had been livid when he was brought in. They had demanded the fake blonde to explain himself, but all he had to do was to remove the wig to have them shut up.
He didn't say a word as he calmly reached up and pulled the blonde wig off. Wolfram, himself had been surprised to find the Great Sage standing in the Inn. looking VERY wise and VERY angry. It wasn't long before a herd of horses came to the Inn soon after. Men dressed in familiar colors climbed off the horses' backs, holding their swords closely as they began to take the costumers away.
"What in Shinou's name is going on?" his Master bellowed out, watching with narrowed eyes as his closest and friendliest customers were being taken out of his Inn. His eyes looked to the Sage, giving him a demanding glare.
The smirk on the Sage's face widened if it was possible. His glasses caught the sun gleaming through the window, "I don't believe you're in any position to be asking any questions," he spoke smoothly. His voice rolled out and his words flipped off the tip of his tongue.
"What the hell does that mean?" Wolfram's Mistress cursed.
Wolfram himself flinched, shifting closer to Thorn. Murata, noticing this, glanced at the dirty blonde from the corner of his eye and winced at the form of him. He couldn't believe this was Wolfram; he was so tiny and frail. Nothing like what Shinou had originally planned.
Having no answer, the cruel woman glared deeply at the man, her lips spreading to shriek out words again, only to come up short when the doors swung open.
A small herd of men stomped through the doors. Four men came in first, all different heights. The shortest was a beautiful and glamorous male; Wolfram couldn't believe it was really a guy to begin with. He had long, waist length lavender hair and dressed in all white. The next man Wolfram noticed was kind of scruffy, but he had met him before. Well, kind of. He had been with the Great Sage; Wolfram couldn't forget that head of bright orange curls so easily.
It was the two other men that made his gut clenched. One was tall with long grey hair pulled back into a high ponytail; he had dark eyes and a straight face. The other had soft-looking brown locks with gentle matching chocolate eyes. For some reason, Wolfram felt like he knew them. Somewhere, in the back of his head, a small nagging voice whispered to him. He knew then, that he had seen them before but that was impossible, the two were obviously from the castle. He swore they were the Heika's bodyguards. What were people from the castle doing here and why were the King's bodyguards here in the first place?
Wait…if they're here then…Wolfram's face turned pale and his heart began to pound. His hands suddenly became clammy and stiff, a small ache appeared in the middle of his palm. It made him wince, and Thorn noticed this. She snapped her head down in concern. "Wolfe?" she whispered gently into his ear, glancing at Lucas who stood to the side, sandwiching Wolfram in between them.
Feeling two sets of eyes burning into him, Wolfram lifts his head and looked weakly up at Thorn. He smiled weakly and shook his head in response. Thorn and Lucas shared a concerned expression with one another before turning their attention to the newcomers.
A pair of warm chocolate eyes gazed at him from across the room; he was tall and very well built. Wolfram felt warmth fill his stomach and he pressed himself further into Thorns side, "What's his name?" a gentle voice asked, coming from the brunette. It wasn't so surprising that the man had a voice such as his, as he looked as gentle as he sounded.
Thorn blinked her soft eyes; she looked down at the dirty blonde and pressed her lips into a tight line, "Oh…you mean Wolfe?" She asked, frowning at the expression that appeared across the tall men's faces.
"Wolfe?" the tall stoic male questioned his voice deep and firm.
It sent a shudder down Wolfram's spin, he had heard that voice before, a long, long time ago but it was a lot more childish, then. Wolfram frowned softly to himself; he swore he heard the brunette whisper his true name 'Wolfram' but nobody knew that. He had tried though, at one point, he had tried to get Thorn and Lucas to understand his name, but they only got 'Wolf' from it and so he gave up on it.
"It's what the other servants call him. I think at one point, he had been called Will," his Master spoke thoughtfully, tilting his head back and touching his chin. His Mistress standing behind him looked a little pale and twitching on the spot. Wolfram almost expected her to drop to the floor.
The tall dark haired male's eyes flashed darkly at the man, "Servants," he repeated harshly.
Snap, he had caught them. To keep servants were against the law now. He almost smirked proudly at how green the man had suddenly gone. Granted their King was too soft-hearted to take anybody's lives, but he had a law that would lock them in prisons for the rest of their lives. It didn't reach his standards, but he could somewhat understand Yuuri's views.
It was all a blur after that. Wolfram's eyes grew wide and his mouth went agape, watching as his Master and Mistress... maybe that isn't what he's supposed to call them anymore. It was the first time he saw his Master (whatever his name was) scream and wail so much and struggle against the one with orange curls.
Wolfram was amazed that the man was able to overpower his Master so easily. It was shocking to say the least! He couldn't help, but watch with a gaping mouth as his Master's arms were held behind his back in a position he had never seen before. His arms and legs gave out, trying to overpower the carrot-top soldier with all his strength. His—well was it former Mistress now?—stood to the side before bursting into rows of shrieks, throwing her hands around and scratching at everything she could get her claws into.
Thorn's eyes widened so much, that they almost popped out of her eye sockets, "Holy Crap!" she gasped out, only to jolt when Lucas nudged her in her ribs for swearing unholy.
"They're being arrested!" she gasped, snapping her head around and looking at Lucas with wide eyes, "They're being arrested!"
"They're being what? I didn't hear the first hundred times?" Lucas replied sarcastically while frowning, he glared at her and carefully rubbed Wolfram's shoulders.
This had something to do with the small blonde, not that either one of them knew it of course. And it would seem that Wolfram himself had no idea either. Sighing to himself, the crimson-haired male ran his fingers through his hair. He felt completely uncomfortable under the two men's attention. He had a hunch that the King was somewhere here, most likely in the yard with the Great Sage. Again he felt it had something to do with Wolfe, but what? He wondered to himself.
"Why!" their former Mistress finally croaked out. Breaking free from the orange haired man briefly and turned her pointed glare up at the two other men.
"What is so important about him?!" she sneered, pointing a bony finger across the once dirty blonde servant.
Wolfram jumped slightly, resisting the urge to hide behind Thorn. He isn't afraid of her anymore. His Mistress can't hurt him anymore, he'll stand his ground. No matter how much his knees shook; he swears he could hear them trembling. Wolfram bit his bottom lip when the stoic man turned his heavy gaze onto him, staring at him with something hidden within his dark pools. Protectiveness seemed to wash over him and it was odd; Wolfram hadn't ever felt such a feeling before.
"Oh~" the orange haired male seemed to tease, a wide grin spreading across his face. He quickly grabbed the woman, tying her arms behind her back once more, only this time double checking that she wouldn't be able to break from them this time around, "You saying he doesn't look familiar at all?" he asked, in a somewhat smooth tone. Wolfram stared with wide green eyes, tilting his head in thought. He wondered who he looked like. Somebody royal? That would be…something.
The woman lowered her head; her eyes narrowed and looked down. Suddenly they widened and her jaw clenched, her shoulders hunched and she jerked desperately in the man's hands, "I didn't know! We didn't know!" she bellowed out, struggling in his grip again, trying to pull herself away as she was lead through the hallways.
Tightening her arms around Wolfram, Thorn burrowed her eyebrows in wonder. What didn't she know?
"I...Err…" she frowned deeply, gently rubbing Wolfram's somewhat tensed and worried shoulders, "E-Excuse me sirs…" she called out, wincing as her voice croaked as she called out. A shudder ran down her spine and she found herself flushing red from embarrassment at having two incredibly attractive men look at her.
Glancing nervously at Wolfram, she found the boy looking back up at her with soft eyes, just a confused as she was. Both men couldn't help but feel warm at the sign of affection that appeared between the two. They were pleased to know that Wolfram at least had somebody to look after him in this hell hole.
"What is…what exactly is going on?"
The brunette with warm eyes that made Thorn feel just woozy smiled softly at them. His chocolate eyes dropping to Wolfram and tilting his head, he spoke, "Wolfram," his lips spreading into an even warmer smile. Wolfram met his gaze with a surprised look across his face, "You may not know this, but you are more important than you could ever know. You are Wolfram Von Bielefeld. Our brother," he spoke, gesturing between himself and the stoic dark haired male.
Wolfram felt as though the air had been kicked out of him. His eyes grew wide; his head suddenly throbbed and he stared directly ahead of him, his view slowly becoming dark, his face losing color. His body shook all over and his fingertips tingled. Breathing as deeply as he could, gagging from the strange sensation that throbbed up his throat.
Wolfram clenched his teeth as he shifted just a little and suddenly felt a screaming pain throb throughout his body. He didn't know why, but he felt tired, sluggish, feeling as though pins and needles were all over him, scratching his insides. Wolfram curled his bottom lip into his mouth and chewed it. What did he just say? Von Bielefeld? What is that again? Brother? No-No…He wasn't sure what to feel; his body shook and ached all over. Wolfram wasn't sure; he wondered if he was going blind or something.
The world around him was beginning to swell and the men began to fade, dancing out of proportion. Darkness licked at the corners of eyes, the world around him shook and began to swell, he almost feared it was going to swallow him full and was the last thing he remembered before allowing himself to fall into the awaiting dark arms.
"W-What?" He mumbled out, his voice broken and raw. His full body trembled from shock as he tumbled backwards into Lucas' worried arms. His head rolled to the side and a groan escaped his mouth.
When Wolfram finally awoke again, his muscles clenched and unclenched. His throat felt surprisingly dry. Something was wrong. That was the first thought that ran through his mind's eye. Something was definitely wrong. His back was arched and he was sitting on something hard and moving, although cushiony, certainly not his bed back in the Inn. The Inn! His Mistress and Master had been arrested and he was…he was. Oh, dear lord. What had happened? He had fainted after, after...Oh Shinou!
From the distance... no, the sound was close. The sound of wheels turning and the surface around him made him jolt. Slowly he lifted his heavy eyelids and as the strong smell of something unusual filled his nose, he noticed how dry his mouth was and he couldn't help but smacked his lips a few times. His throat felt the kind of dry that it itched, reminding him of sandpaper.
The paper replacing the pins insides of his throat, his skin and muscles, making a bitter taste flutter against his taste-buds. Twitching on the surprisingly stiff cushions underneath him, Wolfram slowly brought his hands up and gently brushed the blonde hair sticking to his face, taking the time to look around himself. He was placed in a box. Pale lips curled into a tight line, gazing at his abnormal surroundings, something he hadn't had the pleasure to experience before. A carriage. It was a very fancy and well-kept carriage, deep thin green walls that shook every time the heavy wooden wheels bumped against a rock, with matching blinders that blocked the sun from crawling around the dark space.
He was alone. Why was he alone? Wolfram pouted and scratched the back of his head, brushing his golden hair off his forehead. Shifting his hand from his lap, he reached up and pressed his hand against his chest, feeling the raging organ underneath the skin as the events filled his brain, causing himself to be even more worried. He could feel the worry rush through his veins. The tall male with chocolate brown hair and matching warm eyes popped up in his mind causing the small body to tremble. What did he say? Did Wolfram imagine what that man said? It couldn't right, could it? It had to be wrong, it really had to be.
Wolfram had never known his family. His Mistress had told him his mother had died in childbirth and his father, so overcome with sadness and fear, had ended his life. The rest of his family, realizing he was an Omega, had sold him. So Wolfram wasn't even upset when the other servants talked about their own families; it never bothered him until now. Was it possible that everything he was told was a lie? Could he really have a family that had been looking for him, and was somehow connected to the King? Was that possible? Surely not, it didn't even feel real; it felt unrealistic. It was like a nightmare that he just couldn't wake up from, and no matter how much he tried, it just wouldn't let him go.
Shaking his head and drawing up his bruised and battered legs, Wolfram tucked his face into them. Wrapping his sore arms tightly around them, he let out a broken sob. Everything just felt so unreal, he felt overwhelmed with the world placed tightly onto his shoulders and no matter what he did, the weight of it was crushing him. The weak blonde trembled. Where was Thorn? Lucas? Hell, where's Victoria when you need her? Boxed in the carriage alone, he could hear the whispering shadows from about him; the cool air breathing upon his skin and casing the small golden hairs to stand up on ends.
He jolted. Wolfram inhaled deeply when the somewhat comforting rocking of the carriage swiftly stopped. He could hear the jerking sound of the wheels sliding to a stop. Wolfram felt his throat grow dry and suddenly become tight. He shook, waiting for the heavy boots that were sure to come, march up to the side of the carriage he was seated within and throwing him out to the ground like the poor servant he really was. But nothing happened. Just the array silence filled his being, causing his fingers to twitch against his bare bruised skin. He was expecting something to happen, so use to being man handled that it stunned him when nothing happened. He knew somebody was out there, he knows they're out there. They've most likely come to the castle now.
The castle, Blood Pledge Castle; he felt his heart leap at that. He had always seen the building from afar, always admiring from the distance. Never allowed to go up close to it. He had always wanted to see it. Wolfram had always dreamt of going to the castle. Being hired to work in the kitchens and just quietly admiring the beauty of the building. He could feel the bubble of excitement flutter in his lower stomach, having such a strong burst of emotions made the poor male light headed. But he couldn't fight it. The need and want to see the mighty and fearsome building up close overcame him. And now with determination in his eyes, Wolfram looked to the door of the carriage. Slowly, he crawled across the stiff cushions, wiggling his way towards it.
The carriage made no movement as he moved, Wolfram assumed it was because of how light he, himself was. And when he found himself, settled directly next to the door, he reached out and touched the handle, jumping in shock from how cold and coral it felt underneath his blistered fingers. With a breathless gasp, he withdrew his hand and tucked it into the thin shirt he wore, pressing his fingers against the skin covering his chest and feeling the beating organ underneath. Whatever was behind this door could change his life forever and just the thought caused a chill down his spine.
Wolfram licked his bottom lip; he sniffed slowly and breathed in so deeply that it burned his weak throat. He could almost taste the bitter copper taste of blood sizzling on the pad of his tongue. Clenching his eyes tightly, Wolfram reached out and curled his hand tightly around the almost slimy textured handle, feeling the sting of his blisters rubbing against the... what is that? Wolfram shook his head and pulled. His heart leaped into his throat and his breath hitched. Bumps breezed across his skin, he could feel the cold air that swiftly caressed his face when he pushed the door open, and run her tongue down the dip of his back; he wheezed in shock.
Wolfram's eyes closed upon contact of the wind flushing into his face, straight after lady wind kissed him, and he felt the warm rays of the sun bathe his face. Sliding his eyes open, the small blonde found himself staring blankly up at the beautiful ball of fire; it seemed that no matter where he went, no matter how alone he felt, Wolfram always had at least one friend with him. He couldn't hold the smile back as the thought passed his mind; the longer he admired the sun, the more he suddenly felt better. The sun, always there when he truly needed somebody, always offered a warm hug to chase away his worries. Was that because he was a supposed fire Mazoku? Probably not, as he couldn't exactly conjure fire up. How ironic.
Realizing he was still seated in the carriage with his head poking out of the door, Wolfram shifted and carefully lowered his left foot out. His eyes rose to the sun once more which became a massive mistake as soon as Wolfram raised his attention back to his fire friend, he felt his foot miss the step which caused his body to tumble out into the open.
A breathless scream ripped from his throat in shock, Wolfram placed his arms on his chest and clenched his eyes shut, fully preparing himself for the painful thud of his body hitting the soiled ground. Only, instead of the cool ground greeting him, a single arm circled around his lower back and another arm cradled his head. Feeling his body being eased up, Wolfram allowed his eyes to snap open in confusion, his dry chapped lips curled into a tiny 'o' shape as he glanced around. Looking but not seeing; everything was blurry and fuzzy.
Brown. Chocolate eyes gazed down at him warmly. Wolfram blinked once, twice, many times before realizing he was looking into eyes, much older and friendlier than most chocolate eyes he had seen before. The man that had caught him shifted himself off the ground, having to knee quickly in time to catch the younger man.
Wolfram lay still in the man's arms, his back arched with his shoulders hunched up, his hands pressed against his chest much like a cat would do when it slept. His eyes were wide and owlish. Soft looking cocoa hair hung around his straight face, the man wore a deep grey uniform with brown straps around his broad chest. The name 'Conrad' passed Wolfram's mind and his emerald eyes widened in realization as to who this man was. His supposed brother. With that thought burning into his middle eye, Wolfram made another soundless sound and lunged himself out of the unfamiliar man's arms.
Conrad's own eyes widened in surprise at how fast the young man had moved. Wolfram didn't look in good shape, he was covered in brown, purple and blue; little red cuts and blisters covered his face. He didn't look like he could even walk two steps without curling up and falling to the ground, curled up tightly in tortured pain. So to say he was surprised was an understatement. Conrad turned his head and stood up straight watching as Wolfram stumbled backward from him, his green eyes wide and his hair up on ends as he wiggled backward, shaking his arms at his sides before tripping over his legs and dropping onto his backside.
Conrad winced from the soft thud, briefly noting on how light Wolfram was and that the thud should have been louder, the brunette stepped towards the crumbled Wolfram. "Wolfram," He called out in that worried voice of his. He paused seeing the fear and weariness within those green eyes. Conrad closed his own eyes briefly before smiling warmly and crouching down onto his right knee and holding his hand out, "Don't worry Wolfram."
Wolfram shook his head forcefully. He was called 'Wolfram', nobody ever called him that. Nobody ever knew that was his full name. Conrad, he was his supposed older brother, along with that other man. Gwendal. Wolfram was mildly stunned at their willingness to take him to the castle. Although, Wolfram was not so trusting to believe that they had purely innocent intentions; looking at the older man, just seeing the way he looked at him, almost made Wolfram re-think of his own concepts.
This man, Conrad, loved him. It was odd and unnerving, but Wolfram could tell, it was the same way Thorn and Lucas looked at him and that was enough to prove that the other man truly thought Wolfram was this 'Wolfram von Bielefeld' Wolfram himself couldn't bring himself to hope to be this other man, he held such doubt in his heart. The repercussion of the truth was not something he believed he could handle, he was sure of it.
He couldn't bring himself to pull his eyes from the older man. The longer Wolfram stared at Conrad, the more he felt calmer, hell safer if it was possible. It confused him and made him twitchy, he wanted to turn and run to his cot, hid underneath it with his tail between his legs but instead, for some reason, he found himself reaching out with both hands and lightly gripping the hand held out to him.
Conrad's lips parted, before he smiled once more and helped ease the shaking boy to his legs. Carefully taking the small shoulders and preventing Wolfram from crumbling back to the ground once again, "You just need your head to catch up to yourself," Conrad explained softly, and when he was sure Wolfram wouldn't tumble back to the ground, he stepped back.
Nodding his head thankfully, Wolfram flushed in embarrassment and glanced around nervously. Tapping his fingers together, he almost shyly glanced around, his eyes rolling around the area around him before they caught firmly onto one of the most ravishing sights he had ever seen. His emerald eyes grew wide and his lips spread slightly while he titled his head back, staring point blank in astonishment at the proud and mighty building over-shadowing him.
Gazing down at him with glassy eyes, the castle practically glowed within the sun's rays; the stones it was made out of vibrated a soft glow. The soft crimson tiles glittered from the heavy rainfall they had the day before, it looked like a glowing red sea, not that he had ever seen the sea before; he only read about it in a book one of his Master's costumers had accidently left behind.
"Ah. Blood Pledge castle of the Maoh," Conrad spoke gently, making sure there was a small distance between him and the younger male.
"You know, it was built by Lord Shinou back when he was Maoh. Apparently he found the previous castle to be not to his taste," he chuckled gaining Wolfram's attention. He knew Lord Shinou had built the castle, being the first Maoh and all, but he never knew why. According to the text books his Mistress had, there was a castle previous to Blood Pledge castle that stood right where it is today. Mistress's text books were up to date, so it had lost a lot of facts, just giving the basic things people needed to know. Wolfram had always wondered why Shinou had built the castle in the first place. "According to Murata, our Great Sage, the castle…lent."
Wolfram blinked. The castle lent? What did that mean? Tilting his head in thought, the dirty blonde tried to picture the once castle, picturing it leaning to the side, sadly he only got a faded picture of a castle in ruins with a large duck sitting happily on top. Don't ask where the duck came from; Wolfram couldn't explain his imagination sometimes.
He assumed it was because of the fact he was born as an Omega, therefore he never had the opportunity to learn things like everyone else. His mind tends to try and fill in the blanks of information he had learnt with random things that surprisingly made sense to him. So yes, the duck sitting on a castle that had been turned onto its side did make kind of sense to him, it might not to others, but for him it was enough. Shaking the thought off, Wolfram turned his large curious eyes onto the taller man, briefly forgetting that the man thought he was his brother and nudged him to carry on his explanation.
Feeling the slight pressure of a tiny elbow tap against his arm, Conrad couldn't help but chuckle at the smaller man. It was at that moment he could certainly see his mother in the man. He had to be their lost brother, it just had to be. Feeling the bubble of affection appear in his chest, Conrad looked down at Wolfram with a brotherly smile before turning his warm brown eyes onto the castle.
"Apparently, the castle was built with a slight defection in the pillars below that caused the castle to lean towards the West… Towards the rainy clouds. Everyone who had ever lived in the castle always lived in the East wing as the West wing was too cold to live in. Unfortunately, the castle was so bent that anything not nailed down would eventually find themselves sliding across the ground," He smirked to himself, remembering a time when Murata had even admitted to being one of the few unfortunate beings to slid and find themselves plastered up against one of the Weston walls. Apparently he was there for two days and nights before help had arrived.
Wolfram inhaled deeply, his mind swirling with thought. He couldn't prevent the tiny smile form forming across his face as he looked back at the castle. He wasn't completely sure of what Conrad had said, that he understood everything, but he had a feeling it wasn't a good thing and that it was something funny.
Wolfram snapped out of his silent amusement when a man that wore the same deep grey uniform as Conrad, called to the tall brunette. Wolfram turned his head, watching with wide eyes as Conrad smiled warmly at him before walking towards the man, Wolfram noticed there was a bunch of, what he assumed to be, soldiers. He watched in wonder as the man spoke something to Conrad, to which the tall brunette said something with such confidence that it made Wolfram's stomach flutter with admiration.
He turned, his throat swiftly becoming dry and twitchy. No, it wasn't that Blood Pledge castle's windows were suddenly filled with multi colored maids and guards, all of which peering down at him with wide glowing eyes and gapping mouths, or the fact that even the training soldiers had suddenly stopped to stare and mutter amongst themselves.
It was, in fact, that there were a line of people standing across from him, lining up in front of the steps that lead into the castle. All of them were staring at him and Wolfram was suddenly heavy with relief to find Conrad returning to the spot next to him. He was tall and built, perfect to hide behind! You know, just in case something went wrong.
Wolfram noticed the bright orange-haired male was among them, remembering the man from last night when he and a much smaller fake blonde had saved him. He briefly wondered if everyone else knew about it before he mentally slapped himself. Of course they did! Why wouldn't they? Pulling his eyebrows together, he found that the fake blonde, who he was now starting to assume was the Great Sage, was not in sight. Surely he would have been here? Right?
"Wolfe," immediately his heart clenched within his chest, it twisted around itself so harshly that he found himself struggling to breathe. Hell, it even hurt to suck in the smallest of breaths. He turned his head and was painfully aware of the throbbing within his chest when he found himself staring at a strangely familiar woman.
She was beyond the terms of beautiful, no doubt about that, with long golden curls that looked like they had been kissed by the sun itself, milky white skin and large emerald eyes that were way too similar to his own. She stumbled to the front slowly, her long black strap dress slid down to find her shapely body perfectly and looking like it had, in fact, been painted onto her thin body, and ample breasts were all but bursting from the cleavage. With gentle white material fluttering in the soft summer breeze connected from her shoulder blades to her wrists. She stood with her hands tightly clasped together between her large breasts.
"Oh, Wolfram," she sighed, tears swelling up in her wide, lush green eyes.
A breathless yelp erupted from his chapped lips when the woman rushed forth and threw her arms tightly around his tiny body. Pulling him tightly towards her and smothering his face with kisses, all the while, shaking herself, finally allowing the tears to roll down her face. "Oh my baby," she whimpered out, lifting one of her arms and gently running her fingers through his filthy hair.
"You're here, you're safe now," she cooed, stroking his head.
All the while, Wolfram stayed still, stayed motionless. His eyes felt like they'd been frozen within his sockets and his lips curled into a tight line. Sure, he had hugs before. Bone crushing hugs from Thorn and even playful arm hugs from Lucas, he had even received a hug from Victoria once, but none of those hugs could compare to this one. He suddenly felt lost, like his very soul was being sucked from his body as the woman held him. A part of him wanted her to let go, the part of him that had been raised in the Inn, hidden in the shadows and working to the bones to survive and even swelling in despair without anyone.
That part of him wanted to shove her off and walk away, that part of him wanted to close his eyes and wallow in denial, that all of this was some kind of big ruckus that was made up. He wasn't sure what for, but there had to be some kind of explanation other than him being this missing prince they're all accusing him of being.
But!
Somewhere, deep inside of him, a tiny part of him made itself known. Begged that the woman wouldn't let go of him again. Again? What does that mean? Wolfram couldn't prevent the large bubble of hope from growing within his stomach. A tiny part of him wanted to reach out and hold onto the woman of beauty. His head spun and the more he tried to push that part away, to clear the tiny broken voice from his head, the louder and more persistent the soft voice was. A voice he hadn't ever heard before, but yet sounded familiar. Like he had heard it, maybe once before. Could it be…his voice? His own voice? Feeling the beating organ speed up and his face grow painfully hot, Wolfram stared blankly, just allowing the woman to hold him and cry into him.
"Wolfram," she wheezed out, carefully curling her fingers around his shoulders. She didn't want to let go of him, but she felt like she had too. The strong urge to look at her baby in the face. Carefully, she pushed him backward and smiled lovingly at him. She moved one of her hands to his battered cheek and gently caressed the skin.
"Wolfe, it's alright," she whispered warmly and Wolfram's stomach flipped when she called him by the name everyone had. His mind twirls with the fact she knew his full name and his nickname.
"Hahaue got you,"
Hahaue, the word skittered around his head. Wolfram couldn't rip his eyes from the sun-kissed haired woman, even though she was still crying, not even bothering to deal with the stream of tears that rolled down both cheeks; she was still beyond beautiful. He even found himself leaning into the hand on his cheek, his own hands still hanging loosely down at his sides and he jolted when he realized his face was becoming twitchy and burning, his view quickly becoming blurred. His shoulder shook up and down, and slowly lifting a hand and brushed his fingers across the other cheek the woman wasn't holding and found something hot cling to his fingertips.
He was crying! Why was he crying? He could feel his own tears leaking from his eyes, making his skin feel even dirtier than before. Who was this woman and what does Hahaue mean? She's his Hahaue…for some reason, as soon as he thought of the sentence he felt unfamiliar warmth spread across his being, from the top of his head to his toes. Whatever Hahaue meant, it seemed it was the perfect title for the woman.
He couldn't breathe. His throat felt like it was closing and his bottom lip shook. Wolfram tried to stop crying; he stepped away from the woman and reached up, scrubbing the back of his hands against his eyes to dry the tears away. As soon as he lowered his arms, the tears came ramming back and staining his pale skin. The more he tried to remember who this woman was, he had seen her before, and he had been held by her before. He had! He could feel it, but he couldn't remember it. It was almost like he was…he was too little to remember it. Wolfram found himself shaking his head furiously, feeling frustrated that he couldn't even remember the woman's name.
"Oh, Wolfram," the woman smiled, sighing presently and pulling him back into a strong hug. This time however, Wolfram found his face being smothered into her massive bosom and surprisingly Wolfram didn't mind. For somebody who normally hated to be touched, Wolfram did not mind.
This woman was most definitely his Hahaue: Whatever that meant. Thought, deep inside his heart, he knew what it meant.
"It's alright if you don't recognize your own mother," she cooed warmly, kissing the crown of his head once more and rubbing the spot between his shoulder blades. After what seemed like years, Wolfram found himself feeling amiss when she finally released him. He blinked furiously, glancing around awkwardly and his toes curled when he saw Conrad giving him a very familiar smile that he had a faint memory of a child wearing once upon a time. Wolfram quickly turned his sore eyes back to the woman and swallowed a painful lump within his throat at the very motherly smile upon her face. Mother. Was she his mother? Was that why he was reacting in a way that he had never acted in before? Does Hahaue mean mother? He watched quietly as she reached up and brushed her tears away, calming herself down.
The tiny hairs stood up on end across his body, Wolfram wheezed deeply, his throat burned even more. He titled his head to the side and looked at the almost scary man that stepped up to the three of them. "Gwendal, it's him. Wolfe," The woman spoke, looking at the tall dark grey haired man dressed in a deep, rich green uniform with deep grey straps and buckles. Wolfram's eyes dropped to the area where his sword should have been. It was at that moment, Wolfram noticed even Conrad's sword was not attached his hip, was it because of him? As to not to scare him?
The man named Gwendal looked at Wolfram again, his dark stormy eyes staring deeply at the smaller man. Wolfram at first kept his head tilted downward before he finally found himself lifting his gaze to look back at the man and was generally surprised to find instead of the hard, cold stoic and calculated expression that Wolfram had been greeted with earlier that day, he meet a man who looked like he was struggling to not crumble away, break down inside, "Yes…Hahaue," he murmured out quietly, closing his stormy eyes briefly, "But you must give it time," Gwendal forced himself to speak, glancing at his mother and brother, before turning his attention back to the small blonde.
Wolfram's face flushed when Gwendal simply reached out and patted him on the head before retreating his hand. With his arms at his side, Wolfram looked at the much older man and bit his bottom lip, trying to prevent himself from smiling. The bubble of affection within his stomach grew. Could it be true? Was this…was this really his family? His mother and two older brothers? All three of them certainly held love towards him; he could practically see it in their eyes. Wolfram himself might not even know what love is or anything similar to that, but he does know for a fact that the three of them cared for him. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to be loved by them? Maybe?
The reactions were instantaneous. The eyes, the whispers, the shock. Wolfram found himself on display once again and he felt the urge to hide himself, maybe even hold onto the woman and beg her to stop the stares and whispers. He could feel his body heating up, growing hot from embarrassment and worry; he lowered his head and chewed his bottom lip, jitters over coming his body.
"We should go inside, I think it's about time everyone went back to work," Gwendal suddenly broke the rising tension that seemed to be growing upon Wolfram's tiny shoulders. Wolfram snapped his head around and looked at the elder man and watched in astonishment as all the guards and maids instantly broke into a run.
Stumbling about as soon as the words left Gwendal's mouth and Wolfram couldn't help but wonder what this man's role was in the castle? He had never seen somebody with so much power that people tripped over themselves to do it what they said; maybe it was because Gwendal looked a little scary?
Wolfram lifted his head and jumped slightly when he felt a hand being placed onto his shoulder, "You'll feel better once you've had a bath and a meal," Conrad spoke warmly, making the blonde stare quite blankly up at him before tilting his head in thought. A bath and a meal? His stomach felt heavy and he wasn't sure if he could eat, he felt so overwhelmed with everything, but found himself nodding nonetheless and allowed himself to be guided away from the courtyard. Wolfram glanced over his shoulder and felt the disappointment that he couldn't stay outside and explore the yard.
The bath was nice. Conrad had stayed with him the whole time. The woman had left to tend to a few 'womanly' things as she put it, Wolfram could only wonder what she meant by that. Gwendal had been called away for business and Wolfram was left with an amusing picture of what this business was. At first, Wolfram was weary about having Conrad in the bath chamber with him.
After all, he had only known the brunette for a day, but that had quickly melted away when the man had helped him attend to his wounds before finally exiting the chamber. Wolfram had sat quality on the edge of the bath, staring blankly at the-oh-so inviting water pooling around his feet with his back stinging. Eventually however, he did go into the water, he didn't have any intentions to go in like he did, but he did go in. Standing up and only to slip the next minute wasn't exactly what he wanted his first proper bath to be like, but it was a hell of a lot better than the ice-cold water buckets his Master and Mistress always had for him.
The room he had been given was spacey. It was an understatement to say he was amazed when he stepped into the room. It was placed directly across from the woman who called herself his mother, not that he minded. Conrad had taken him to the room. Wolfram felt uneasy walking down the hallway in an over-sized heavy white garment and to say that he turned a few heads was an understatement too. He wasn't so sure what the big deal was; many people gasped at him as he passed, more so then before. It wasn't until he was inside the room—he refused to call it his own—did he realize why.
He never had clothes before. At least not new ones. His Master and Mistress only gave him a new outfit once a year; if they were ever damaged, then it was up to Wolfram to fix them. And when he means up to him, he meant up to Thorn. There had been more than one occasion where he and Lucas sat in their underwear in Thorns room, just chatting while she stitched up their pants. The clothing had been odd, something he hadn't ever seen before. They were laid out on his bed, a simple white shirt with bright blue shorts.
He doesn't remember ever seeing that style before. It was when Wolfram looked in the full body mirror did he understand why everyone kept gasping at him, why Conrad's eyes widened when he stepped out of the bathroom door. His hair, his normally dirty blonde hair that looked like the color had been drain looked, well, beautiful. Wolfram reached up and tugged on a lock, it truly looked like the woman's hair, only shorter and much scruffier. Something in his chest swelled at the fact it looked like the sun had kissed his hair too, he couldn't stop the bright smile spreading across his blank face. Even his skin didn't look to bad either; a warm relaxing bath really did help him. They no longer looked bruised and battered, it still looked damaged, but Wolfram could see the milky white skin he possessed. All the grit and dirt was gone. It stunned Wolfram that it was really him in the mirror.
Thankfully he wasn't expected to eat with everyone else. Wolfram was still nervous about all the other people he had yet to meet and who he had to meet. Conrad had explained a little on the people he will meet tomorrow, but he didn't go into great detail and Gwendal, he mentioned something about a red haired devil. Anyhow, all three of his supposed family had said they'd come see him before the moon was high up in the sky. Again, he was thankful he wasn't given something big to eat, he was still overwhelmed with the events of today, so a very nicely made sandwich had made its way into the room, and he couldn't help but thank whoever was looking down at him at that moment.
His thoughts drifted to the Maoh, which was something, that seemed, on his mind lately. This was his castle so it was only logical that the man lived here, and yet, Wolfram had not seen him. He did, however, over hear some maids outside his door that night, gossiping about the young 18-year-old King. They must have thought he was asleep; the sun had set hours ago at that point. Apparently the Maoh was at the Inn. Wolfram was shocked when he heard that, he couldn't understand why he hadn't seen the Alpha King. Wolfram hadn't met anyone yet, so he hadn't been treated poorly for being an Omega. Today had been a very busy day. He had been plucked from his everyday life and thrown into this new life.
Alpha. The Alpha King that was supposed to be his destined Mate. He would have thought that he might have run into the double black King, wouldn't he? Wolfram was conflicted at the thought of meeting the man face to face; he knew he was going to. Conrad had even stated that he would meet the Alpha in the morning.
Wolfram shook his head; he sat on the edge of the wide bed. He liked the color, bright blue, a color he hadn't ever seen or touched before. It soothed his raging heart surprisingly. The walls were the same color with white cloud like shapes. Was this a nursery at one point? It was oddly familiar. Once again, he shook the thought from his head and carefully pushed himself up, moving across the room silently and peeked out the wide window. It was a full moon, hanging pleasantly in sky; no star was out this night though. Wolfram dropped his emerald eyes and peered down at the yard his window was above.
A fountain! It stood directly in the middle of the yard, glowing in the moon light rays. Excitement rushed through his veins, his heart leaped into his throat and he just had to go see the fountain, he just had too. Carefully, he turned around and looked at the door to his room before creeping towards it. Wolfram hesitated before he pulled the door open and poked his head out, his emerald eyes widened when he noticed a pair of figures in deep green at the end of both hallways, Gwendal's guards. His mouth opened and shut before he felt the familiar burning need to be outside, he felt like he was suffocating in here!
Wolfram cursed to himself. It was breathless, but he didn't care. If he went outside, one or both guards would follow and report back to Gwendal and then he'd be punished. Wolfram chewed his bottom lip and wondered what kind of punishments the people here have, would he be whipped? Locked in some kind of basement? No this was a castle; would he be locked in a dungeon? Chained up without food or water? So many thoughts passed through his head and nothing could prevent the fear from crawling up his spin.
And just as he was about to close his door with his tail between his legs, he noticed the guards murmured to one another before beginning to walk off. Wolfram blinked and stared at the two guards that had just left, leaving the hallway open. Shaking his head, Wolfram wasn't about to let this opportunity go, he carefully closed the door and checking the other two guards, making sure they haven't heard his door, he rushed down the hallway. He moved easily down the now open hallway, and just as he pushed the door open which Conrad had lead him through. Two new guards entered the hallway. Wolfram counted his lucky stars that he wasn't noticed.
He had never been so thankful for having a good memory before. Wolfram easily found his way through the hallways and coming to the door that would lead him back the courtyards. A horse stable was to the side and Wolfram made a mental note of it. The gates were closed now that it was night; he could make out the many guards seated around gates and was glad the fountain wasn't up that small trail. He easily made his way towards the yard outside his window, his heart thud loudly when he turned to the corner of the castle and found the beautiful fountain waiting quietly in the middle of the yard.
Flowers bloomed around the fountain with their petals spread wide, facing the moon. A smile curled across his face and Wolfram's eyes turned half-lidded. He always held a passion for nature, he wondered if it had anything to do with Lucas. Slowly, he glanced around the courtyard and his smile grew. It was gorgeous, trees stood around with apples, oranges and other fruit growing on their branches. Letting out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, Wolfram began to make his way towards the fountain and peered weakly over the edge. The water was fresh, clear and glittered in the moonlight. A lone leaf fluttered upon the fountain water, creating little ripples echoing around the leaf.
A cool breeze blew past his face, making his hair flutter about. He felt so much better being out here, he no longer felt cooped up. Locked up in a brand new cage. Wolfram slowly eased himself down onto the edge and looked at his reflection, his emerald eyes gazed back up at him and Wolfram reached up, touching the side of his face. He couldn't believe it was really him. Wearily, he reached out and gently placed the tip of his finger in on the surface. Sighing once more to himself, Wolfram withdrew his hand from the fountain and ran his hand smoothly through his feathery locks. He smiled shyly at how soft his hair felt against his fingertips. It had never been that soft before in his life.
Sighing deeply to himself, he eased himself on the edge of fountain. Just allowing himself to sink into the sitting position he was already in. His shoulders slowly sagged and he tilted his head back to look up at the blank sky. Everything was so massive, so immense. He had gone from a mere slave that got kicked around, that got pushed around, to the supposed child of a very royal woman with two older brothers. Taken to the place he had always wanted to see, but never had to courage to go. Blood Pledge Castle. Everyone was looking, staring, and whispering about him, and he was more than sure that by the next day when the sun touches the land, it would have spread. Spread like wildfires that Wolfram von Bielefeld, the youngest son of Lady Cäcilie von Spitzweg had been found alive and a servant. Seems fit for an Omega, huh?
Not just that either. Wolfram tried not to think about it. He badly wanted to claw his way out of this situation, but he knew it was unavoidable. The Maoh, the 27th Maoh of Shin Makoku, was his Mate. An Alpha, an Alpha King! That wasn't even normal! Hell, most Omegas' were lucky to even have a Mate that was a Beta. So why in the world was he so unlucky to find his Mate to be an Alpha, the King nonetheless? Maybe he didn't feel it? If Wolfram was lucky, maybe the King didn't feel the pull, the urge of the red string that just wanted to break free and find the other? Maybe when he meets the King face to face, he could play it off? Wolfram almost snorted at his own thoughts. How stupid could he get? He sounded beyond pathetic! The King most certainly felt it! The need and desperation! He almost fell out of the damn carriage when the two accidentally crossed each other's path!
He couldn't…Wolfram felt his shoulders lower even more and he pulled his legs up. Resting the balls of his feet against the fountains rough edges. His heart tinged unnaturally in his chest. He couldn't mate. Wolfram would have whimpered if his voice box worked, but it did not and so no sound escaped his lips as he wrapped his arm tightly around his knees and draped them in tightly. What if this King is demanding? What if he doesn't take no for an answer? Would it be expected of him to Mate with the double black Alpha when it is made known to his apparent family? Would he be forced too? Wolfram inhaled a sharp breath at the thought.
He couldn't. He didn't want to. He doesn't want to awaken his red string. Wolfram never wanted to mate and now that this King was his destine Mate, would he be forced into it? Love? That was something Thorn and even Lucas had chatted with him, well told him about; he would sit quietly and listen. Love was something big to Betas and Alphas; it used to be important to Omegas too. According to Victoria it still is, just people choose to ignore it. Wolfram had never been in love, never cared for somebody in that light. Thorn had told him that when he did Mate, he should do it for love. But how? How would he even know if he is in love? Nobody had ever told him about love and it wasn't like he had the voice to ask. He had, however, heard many tales of love, of the thing people did in love for one another. Tales of sacrificing something important for the one you love.
Wolfram was afraid to fall in love.
He wanted Thorn and Lucas. He was told the two were given the deeds to the Inn. They're running it now. Wolfram would do anything to be able to go live with them once again. Honestly, he preferred life as a servant compared to this.
Wolfram had never felt so alone until now.
"…"
"…"
"…"
"You shouldn't be out here alone. It really isn't safe, no matter how it looks," A soothing voice whispered. It was kind and gentle and made Wolfram's stomach flip.
"I learned that the hard way, honestly," the voice chuckled and Wolfram slowly raised his head and stared point blankly at the friendly but yet goofy grin directed at him.
Profoundly, Wolfram felt tingles spread across his skin and his heart quickly began to pick up speed. He could hear the organ pounding within his ears. His lips slowly opened and shut, as if he was trying to speak, but no voice would ever slide out. It was him! He was really there! Wolfram had the strong urge to reach out and poke the other male. It was a little difficult to see him in the dark, but Wolfram could just about make out his form, that and the fact he could feel the other.
Midnight black hair framed his round face, matching round dark orbs friendly gazing at him. He wore odd dark blue button up night clothes. Wolfram could feel his face growing pink; he shook his head and narrowed his eyes. He turned his head, looking down at his lap and sucking on his bottom lip, his shoulders lifting in embarrassment. He was certain nobody had followed him out here! Wolfram had double checked to make sure nobody could have followed him and yet somehow this…this Wimp had!
"Sorry, I would have come to see you earlier, but Gunther had me in paperwork up to my nose," Yuuri tried to start a conversation. Easing himself backward, sitting on the grassy ground across from the blonde. Making sure there was a good distant between the two. He didn't want to scare Wolfram off.
"Ah, I'm even starting to see the paperwork in my sleep," he joked dryly and puffed out his cheeks when Wolfram showed no signs of even acknowledging his presence. Sighing to himself, Yuuri stood there quietly, allowing the pregnant silence to overcome the two.
"Well done Yuuri! Great first impression!" he scoffed to himself. Tilting his head to the side and glaring blankly at nothing. Wolfram probably thinks he's some kind of idiot, not that the blonde would be the first. After a few more seconds passed, both just sitting underneath the soft glow of the moon, spreading across his kingdom and scaring away any nightmares that may be lingering in the creaks of his kingdom. Yuuri finally returned his attention to Wolfram and observed him silently, taking in the new beauty the male possessed. He still couldn't believe how small and fragile Wolfram looked.
Yuuri found his brain reeling back to the day of festival. The boy in the crowd that had pulled at his soul, the male that almost made him tumble out of the carriage window had to be Wolfram. It had to be him. There was no denying. Yuuri could still feel it, right now even and sitting across from the blonde.
The urge to trap him in his arms and never let him go, to protect him from everything of the world. He could feel the anger boil in the pit of his stomach from the small wounds and blisters littering Wolfram's skin. It had been caused by those people, and why? Because he was an Omega. At first, Yuuri wasn't so sure what his Mate's breed was but the day after seeing Wolfram, he had talked with Gisela on about breeds and when she began to explain how people treated Omegas in much detail then Gwendal and Conrad, he felt such bitter anger. Anger he had never felt before, it took everything out of him to stop himself from transforming into his other self for no reason.
It was then he knew. His Mate was an Omega.
"Nee?" he called out gently, watching in satisfaction as Wolfram made a small jerking movement when he called out to the blonde.
"You…You went to the festival, didn't you? The Sun-kissed parade, you were there. I saw you," Yuuri whispered quietly, carefully choosing his words. He had to know.
He needed to know. His insides twisted, Wolfram had felt it too, right? And when Yuuri saw no movement from the blonde, he decided to continue, "In the crowd. When my carriage was passing…we saw each other…that was you, right?"
Wolfram sucked in sharply. His throat burned and his eyes grow wide. Was…was he asking what he thinks he's asking? No-No…he couldn't. He just couldn't be. It wasn't right. Wolfram nervously glanced up; his emerald eyes flickered about the courtyard before he shook his head furiously. It wasn't him! He wasn't there! It was somebody else!
Yuuri's own eyes widened slightly before they softened when they noticed the slight tremble of the blonde's shoulders. His lips twisted into a small smile and he let out a pleasant sigh. Yes, Wolfram had felt it, but the blonde seemed to be in denial. Brushing it off, he pushed himself to his feet and stretched his arms out.
"Fine, if that's what he wants…" he thought to himself, his deep blue pajama shirt rose as he stretched his arms before looking at the blonde. He felt more at ease knowing Wolfram felt what he felt, it was Wolfram. It was the blonde. Wolfram is who he needs.
"We should go back into the castle. It's getting late,"
Wolfram glanced up at the double black and raised his golden eyebrows. That's it? He isn't going to do anything else?
Yuuri's an unusual king...
Yay! Chapter 5 done! Yes! Hope you all enjoyed it :)