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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 7

Idiotic Thinking

"It's okay,"

Wolfram pouted, he ducked his head and stared across at the young Alpha King. His hands shook and he sweated as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other while gripping the peace of wood tightly. His emerald eyes shines from the bright sun above them.

"It's okay, try again," Yuuri smiled encouragingly at the young blonde.

He twisted his body and held up his soft brown covered mitt. It was an old, glove like thing made out of soft leather with black lace up the sides of it. Wolfram hadn't ever seen such a thing before and it amazed him when Conrad threw a round strange looking ball at the double black with such force that it should bruise a man's hand. Yuuri caught it without so much a flinch, Wolfram thought at first maybe it was because he was the Maoh, but then Conrad swopped with Yuuri briefly. The taller brunette did the exact same things as the King. It was the mitt.

"I'll throw it slower this time,"

Wolfram pressed his lips tightly together and nodded his head in determination. It had been roughly three weeks since he had come to the castle and the time was moving slowly. The ball was tonight and Wolfram suddenly had a thought that maybe he shouldn't have agreed to it. Yuuri had been up to his eyeballs in even more paperwork, very busy with running his kingdom and when he finally did get time off, Wolfram had stumbled across the King and Conrad throwing the ball around.

Wolfram had shyly sat to the side, watching the two men do something called 'play ball' with one another. Eventually however he was noticed and Conrad offered to swop spaces with him. Wolfram had been reluctant to comply, but found himself agreeing to 'play' when Yuuri asked.

And here he is, standing nervously across from the King with the tall brunette standing to the side, watching the two of them with a close eye. Wolfram breathlessly whimpered, reaching up and lightly tapping the tip of his fingers against the odd helmet that Conrad had placed onto his head for protection. Why he'd need protection was beyond him, what could an odd white ball like that do?

Shrugging it off, Wolfram shifts on the spot and taps the oddly shaped wooden stick against the ground like he was taught to before returning his attention to the King across from him, "You ready?" Yuuri called out to him, bumping the ball up and down in his hand.

Wolfram slowly nods his head and raises the stick; he feels his heart skip a beat in apprehension. His eyes flickered down to the ball and he inhaled deeply, his heart beat erupted through his ears as Yuuri curled his hand up and throw the ball. Making a breathless gasp, Wolfram swung the stick in his hand and clenched his eyes shut briefly. Sighing softly to himself, Wolfram ducks his head in shame. The stick wobbled through the air before lying between his feet with a small thud.

"It's alright, Wolfram," Conrad chuckled, smiling widely and lightly jogging back to them while holding the ball. He moved closer to Yuuri and lightly takes the mitt from him, sliding it onto his hand and twisting around to face his younger brother.

Yuuri's dark eyes glowed in the sun light, his lips pulled into a wide smile, "Hold the baseball bat higher, like this," he said, moving closer to the blond. Carefully curling his hands around Wolfram's and lifting the baseball bat up so it was eye level with their eyes.

"It needs to be eye level, so it's easier to hit the ball. Spread your legs apart, and make your legs strong," Yuuri explained, taking the other's hips and turning them slightly.

"There, now just focus on the ball," Yuuri smiled brightly and backed away from Wolfram, nodding to Conrad.

"Okay Wolfram, I'm going to throw it now," Conrad warned and gently chucked the ball to him.

Wolfram sucks in a sharp breath of air, feeling his shoulders raise before swinging the bat and clenching his eyes shut once again. His shoulders hunched up, his heart speed up within his chest and Wolfram swung the bat. Sadly he did not have a good grip on the bat and before he knew it, he found the bat no longer in his hands.

Mouth slowly opening, Wolfram checked around himself before hearing a soft groan, snapping his head around, he found Conrad hunched over and rubbing his left leg. The brown baseball bat laid on the ground next to him. Quietly Wolfram stared at the taller brunette indifferently, just observing him. The scene slowly began to sink in, he felt his heart leap into his throat and his shoulders began to shake in shock. He had hurt him, Wolfram couldn't believe he could but he had, somehow. Fear erupted through his body, the hairs stood up on end and his mouth went dry. He could feel his heart pounding within his chest as the overwhelming fear of being punished filled his head.

Wolfram slowly ducked his head, awaiting for something to happen. Maybe he'd be slapped, beaten up? Or maybe he would be whipped or tied up and locked in the dungeon? His hands shook at his sides and a cool chill fell down his spin and just as he was considering to turn wind with his tail between his legs he heard a laugh. A joyful amused laugh that forced the fear and panic out of him, the laugh was loud but yet innocent, "You okay Conrad?" Yuuri chuckled, shaking his head and walking up to the tall brunette and tilting his head to the side.

His dark eyes swelled with bright innocent, more than amused with what he had just witnessed, "The last time I saw you be surprised at something like this was when I accidently smacked the ball into your face,"

"That was not my fault. If I recall a certain somebody was distracted," Conrad hummed, stretching his leg out and smiling. It did hurt; he might have a tiny bruise or bump but he wasn't going to lose his leg or anything. Hearing Conrad's words, Yuuri's face turned crimson and looked away; yes he remembered that small game the two had. It was the year where certain urges and feelings had begun to surface within Yuuri; he had turned to Conrad to speak about these odd sudden feelings. The 16 year old King had turned bright red and accidently hit the baseball into Conrad's face after learning his body had begun to yearn for his destined mate.

Yuuri rolled his head and ducked his head in embarrassment; he reaches down and grips the baseball bat. Yuuri rolls the hunk of wood in his hands before finally turning his head to look at Wolfram, immediately he realized the uneasy feeling he was having in the pit of his stomach was coming from him. His heart shuddered in his chest and twisted almost painfully, he could practically feel what the blonde was feeling and it made his skin twitch. Forcing a smile, Yuuri looks firmly at the blonde.

"Wolfram, wanna try again?" he called out, holding the bat up and grinning when he locked eyes with the golden haired male. Wolfram's eyebrows pulled together in confusion, wasn't he going to be punished for hurting the man?

Bewildered, he watched as Yuuri jogged towards him, "Come on. You'll get it on your second try," Yuuri encouraged, gently curling Wolfram's shaking hands around the wood, "This time keep a firm hold on it," he whispered, brushing his fingers against Wolfram's hands.

Noting the bruise on the back of his right hand was almost healed up completely, the little blisters and cuts had begun to fade away too. Inhaling deeply, he lifts his head to look at Wolfram closely; his face looked a lot healthier than last week. His face was still thin, but his skin had gained a lot more colour, beautiful pink splashed across his cheeks making his emerald eyes stand out. The small cuts up his cheeks had finally healed and faded away, small dark pink lines could be seen across his chin. Most of all, the bruise on his bottom lip had finally began to heal, it was still purple but not as nasty and angry as it had looked days ago.

"Relax Wolfram. Nobodies angry, Conrad's been through a hell of lot worse,"

Wolfram's eyes widened at that. He felt himself sink in relief and his eyes flickered to Conrad, wondering what his supposed 'brother' had been through, "Don't worry, I'll tell you everything," Yuuri grinned goofily, winking towards the boy causing him to flush.

Slightly smug with himself, Yuuri twisted his hands around Wolfram's and nodded, "Just try one more time. I'm sure you'll get it!" he spoke proudly, watching as Wolfram stared at the bat briefly before finally nodding, his eyes flashing in determination.

"You can do it!" Yuuri murmured backing away and looked towards Conrad once more, nodding to him.

Wolfram stared at Conrad, his eyes dropping to the ball before flickering back up at Conrad. Conrad twists his body, throwing the ball towards Wolfram. He swung and bites his bottom lip hard. He gasps as he feels the bat vibrate under his fingertips, his eyes snap open in time to see the ball snap from the edge of the bat and fling through the air. Conrad had to leap to the side to avoid being hit by the ball. Wolfram was shocked, surprised to know he had hit it; he had really hit the ball! Slowly, his green eyes flickered down to the baseball bat in his hands. He hit it! He hit the bloody ball!

"Alright! Wolfram!" Yuuri cheered proudly, fist beating the air and smiling brightly.

Conrad pushed himself up and dusted himself off; his chocolate brown eyes glowed warmly as he took in the surprised expression of Wolfram and clapped his hands. Wolfram flushed and looked down in embarrassment. Yuuri watched him with half-lidded eyes, his lips stretching into a wide smile. Yes, Wolfram had begun to heal; he had even begun to ease into this life. Though, he still has yet to meet Anissina, which Yuuri considered a good thing as he is more than a hundred percent sure she would scare Wolfram.

Yuuri had a small hunch that it was Gwendal's doing. Wolfram had kind of met Günter the other day, but Yuuri was sure Wolfram might have decided to hide behind Conrad as Günter had one of his dramatic break downs during the ball meeting. Something to do with the invitations, Yuuri doesn't know, he wasn't really listening on that day; he was more interested in the way the sun flickered across Wolfram's face. Oddly, Wolfram has yet to meet Murata. Yuuri would have thought Murata would be one of the first to meet Wolfram; after all he was one of the men who saved him.

Wolfram may be healing but unfortunately he still hasn't uttered a word. Yuuri was still disappointed about that, he really wanted hear the blonde's voice.

"H-Heika!" a voice broke the young Alpha's thoughts. Yuuri blinks a little, he turns to look at Conrad as the man was one of the few who were persistent in calling him by his given name but then heard the voice again. Yuuri spun around, his eyes flickered about before spotting the golden haired maid rushing up to him, her bright banana coloured dress fluttering around her as she ran.

Smiling friendly at the maid, he nodded in a greeting and waited patiently for the small blonde to catch her breath, "H-Heika, Lord von Voltaire is requesting you to return your office,"

Yuuri groaned to himself and shook his head almost depressingly, "Paperwork. So much for breaks," he pouted, ducking his hand and looking at his right hand. The dull ach had just started to fade away. He cursed to himself, imagining the extremely large stack of papers waiting for him in his office. A chill went down his spine as he thought of it.

Groaning under his breath, he ran his hand through his dark locks, pushing it off his sweaty forehead and smiling widely at the golden haired male, "Well Wolfram, I'll see you at the party tonight,"

Turning redder, Wolfram smiled and found himself nodding in reply to the young King. During the week, he had grown much more comfortable around the King. Of course Wolfram hadn't noticed himself growing relaxed around the young King, but he was being weary around him still, unsure of how to act when the Alpha comes closer to him.

Wolfram shies away from Yuuri's gaze and stared at the ground only until he was certain Yuuri had left, did he raise his head once again and look at the dark spot disappearing within the castle doors. Wolfram puffs his cheeks out and his face grows pale when he realized just what Yuuri had said. The party! It was tonight! Wolfram hadn't met all those people, he was so terrified.

"Wolfram," a soft voice spoke and Wolfram snapped his head up when a hand firmly gripped his shoulder. Conrad smiled warmly down at him, his chocolate eyes glowing kindly at him.

"Do not worry; everyone will be there to support you through the ball. If mother upsets you or anything like that, don't just stand there and let her, let her know. Mother's a bit thick headed, but she has a kind heart," he chuckled, a twinkle in his eye as he seemed to be remembering something he was very fond of.

Swallowing a rather large lump in his throat, Wolfram forced a strained smile and slowly bobbed his head in reply. Despite what Conrad had said, his heart still hammered within his chest from worry, fear and anxiousness. His hands curled tightly into fists and shook at his sides, his mouth went dry. He could almost imagine all those eyes on him, all those expectations that will most definitely be washed down the drain as Wolfram was born an omega. He was sure everyone will be more than disappointed when they learn he is nothing more than a pathetic Omega.

Scratching lightly at the back of his head, Wolfram trailed after Conrad, following him through the courtyard. Half listening to Conrad as he rambled on about something to do with losing his arm at one point, normally Wolfram would be excited to hear about the amazing adventures they would journey on but this time, Wolfram was too busy drowning in the depressing thoughts of the ball that surely was to come. He almost ran into the back of the tall Beta when he suddenly stopped, Wolfram crumbled breathlessly and rubbed his forehead.

Wolfram stumbled backward while holding his head; he blinked slowly and tilted his head up to look at Conrad with half-lidded eyes. Stepping to the side, Wolfram arched himself oddly and looked at Conrad's face. The expression across Conrad's face was something Wolfram hadn't ever seen before, it made his stomach curl uneasily as he gazed at it; he couldn't help but try to figure what was wrong, why his face was frozen like that. Eventually, Wolfram decided to see what had caught his attention by rotating his head to the side and looking across the courtyard.

A group of men stood across the yard. Wolfram stared at them blankly, taking in each and every one of them before his eyes grew wide and he let out a small huff. His cheeks darkened as his mind quickly supplied him with all the embarrassing memories that man had caused over past couple of weeks. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, clearly unimpressed with the man, unlike his supposed 'brother' who seemed to be fascinated with him. Shifting on the balls of his feet, Wolfram could feel the bottom of his feet beginning to burn from standing. Beginning to feel impatient with the taller brunette, Wolfram soundlessly sighed to himself and annoyingly nudged Conrad in the side.

Conrad made a sound from the back of his throat that Wolfram never thought in a million years he would hear come from the man. Flushing, Conrad smiled nervously down at the young Omega, "Yozak isn't so bad. Once you get to know him, he is pretty friendly," the tall brunette mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, his warm chocolate eyes flickering off to the look at the orange haired male across the yard.

"I know he can be a bit…much, but honestly he is a real nice guy,"

Emerald eyes widen, Wolfram's jaw dropped and he looked between Conrad and Yozak, who secretly knew Conrad was watching and felt pretty smug about it. It didn't take Wolfram to put two and two together, when he did however, he stared in shock up at Conrad. He could do better. So much better. Notching the look on his baby brother, Conrad chuckled sheepishly and smoothly ran his hand up the back of his neck, "Honestly, it's a long story,"

Bouncing his eyebrows, Wolfram smirked. He's sure it is.

Wolfram inhales deeply, the sun moved fast through the sky. It sank past the lands, allowing the moon to rise, eliminating everything in sight with its bright blue and white glow. Whispers of excitement erupted from the kingdom of Shin Makoku, everyone watched in awe at the passing nobles. All sat upon their horses and carriages, waving happily at the towns folk, fake smiles on their faces. They looked out to the great kingdom and couldn't believe that a mere boy had changed everything for the greater good, Yuuri surely was the greatest King Shin Makoku had ever had. He had brought peace and happiness to all his people.

And all the nobles could see it on the faces of every single living being in the kingdom. Wolfram watched from his bedroom window, his large green eyes taking in the moving figures fully, admiring the bright colours they wore and how the villagers greeted them, lanterns tied to the buildings in different coloured ribbons, all leading up to the castle. Wolfram dropped his head; his eyes flickering down to the carriages pulling up to the heavy gates, and slowly, a woman of beauty stepped out, all wearing the finest material he had ever seen.

It was time and the mere thought of it scared Wolfram beyond belief. His stomach twisted as he finally turned away from his window to look at the outfit Lady Cäcilie had chosen for him. She had hung it up on his wardrobe; she said it matched him gorgeously, making his eyes stand out like her own. Wolfram moved closer to the clothing, he reached out and touched the sleeve; he shuddered as he felt the softest material he had ever felt before. It slithered between his fingers, causing Wolfram to shudder and gulp. It was beautiful, pure white with emerald stitching up the sides and back, it almost reminded him of a woman's corset. Ribbons cloud be seen sewed through the edges of the material. It was one of those outfits that looked impossible to put on.

It took Wolfram a good ten minutes to figure out how to put the clothing on, and another five minutes to get it onto his body. He shifted within his bedroom, looking at himself in the mirror. Wolfram looked exactly like somebody royal, somebody born from the royal family. With his golden hair, large green eyes and pale skin, he looked like a prince. The only flaw he had was the healing wounds littered across his skin. Wolfram reached up and touched the bruise on his chin, running the tip of his finger across the rough skin, wincing from the texture underneath his finger tip.

Chewing his bottom lip, Wolfram sighed deeply, his eyes shuddering while his head tipped forward; he could feel his heart beating loudly through his body. His ears rang from the pounding organ in his chest; finally Wolfram ruffled his golden locks and looked back over his shoulder, eyeing the elbow length pure white cloak waiting on his bed. Wolfram stared at it blankly and eventually walked towards it, reaching for it and slid it onto his shoulders, using the green ribbons to keep it attached to his small shoulders.

Meanwhile down in large impressive hall, Yuuri forced another strained smile. His dark eyes swirled as he stood at the top of the staircase leading down into the hall, Gwendal stood trusty next him. Yuuri mentally sighed as another nobleman introduced his pride and joy, his beautiful daughter. Melissa Von Tamatom. She was a gorgeous young woman with large curls of strawberry blonde, large blue eyes with pale skin; she had a very healthy bust with a skinny waist.

A pale pink dress fit her perfectly, making sure to make her bust stand out while her skirt flared out in ruffles. And once again, Yuuri listened to the sickly sweet words and made cheesy words in reply. He watched as the two Von Tamatom's disappeared down the steps into the large crowd of nobles already within the hall.

Yuuri had started greeting the arriving guest hours ago and still, Wolfram hadn't entered the hall. The young Alpha King felt anxious, he was really hoping to have a dance with Wolfram, but at this rate it didn't seem like that was happening. He couldn't but feel frustrated. Shaking his head just as another one of his guest entered the hall, another strained smile appeared across his face and he sheepishly spoke in reply. Unfortunately it was time for the opening dance, something he wished he could do with Wolfram but as he wasn't in sight, Yuuri had a small hunch he might have hidden in a cupboard again, and Yuuri had to find somebody else to open the ball with.

Normally he would open a ball or party with either Lady Cäcilie or Greta, sadly Greta was too young for this kind of ball, it had to be Lady Cäcilie. The problem with that, the drop dead gorgeous EX-Maoh was nowhere in sight, which was unusual for her; normally she would be the first person on the floor.

The double black Alpha slowly advanced along the staircase, climbing down the steps before stopping on the last step and glancing around weary. The rush of pure embarrassment filled his veins as he awkwardly shifted on the spot, finding himself being looked at by the thousand eyes, all of which hoping they'd be chosen for the opening dance. Yuuri's dark eyes looked at each and every face pointed at him, his cheeks flushed and he rubbed the back of his neck before his face paled and he locked with a certain human Beta King standing anxiously to the side. He knew those poison cat like yellow eyes anywhere.

Saralegi. Yuuri hadn't seen the girlish King in months since the last ball when Yuuri had rejected him. He felt embarrassed to see the long blonde haired Beta standing prideful, admitting Yuuri was surprised to see him. Yuuri was sure it would be at least a year before he would be graced with the blonde's presence. Perhaps this was a chance to patch up their strain friendship; maybe Yuuri could show him that he still wanted to be friends with him by offering him the opening dance?

Breathing deeply, pleased with is wise thoughts, Yuuri forced another nervous smile. He stepped down another step and looked to Saralegi, yes that seemed like a good idea, he'd open his first dance with the long haired Beta King. Just as he stepped off the staircase he became aware of a small pickle in the back of his head. It swirled about and nibbled at the tip of his ears; his heart quickly sped up and Yuuri only knew one person who was able to cause such a reaction inside of him. He felt the excitement licking at his veins.

Yuuri hadn't ever been so thankful to have that growth spirt a couple of years ago, he could see over the many heads of his guests and there, in the back door was Lady Cäcilie. She slide through the doors, her golden curls made perfectly to rain down her back like a waterfall, framing her gorgeous emerald eyes. She wore a classic skin-tight black dress that had white patterns crawling up her left side while the right side of her dress split open giving everyone a sexy view of her legs; an elbow-length pure white cloak could be seen attached to her shoulder blades by black ribbons. Her sparkling green eyes flickered in excitement as she looked around the hall, clapping her hands together between her massive bust before turning her head to the side and hushing words out to whoever was behind the door.

Tiny black hairs stood up on end, Yuuri's eyes peeled wide watching as Lady Cäcilie moved quickly back to the doors, still mumbling words out until finally she threw her arms out and gleefully pulled out a familiar golden haired male. Wolfram. The boy timidly joined his supposed mother, gripping her arm in fear as he looked around the hall with wide innocent eyes. Lady Cäcilie fanned herself, murmuring words to the smaller blonde. Wolfram shifted in the clothing he wore, tugging on the white material clinging to his body.

Yuuri, himself wore similar clothing, sadly he had to wear those itchy pants that he disliked so much. Deep black clothing with dark blue edges, he had his own deep blue cloak as well. In fact most of the people in the hall had elbow length cloaks. Yuuri shook his head, he wanted to dance with Wolfram but he knew the young Omega wasn't ready to have the first dance, that and the fact he was certain people would question why somebody like Wolfram got the first dance when normally it had only ever been the former queen or the princess. Sighing under his breath, but kept his smile none the less, Yuuri decided he'd dance with Lady Cäcilie like he normally did.

Bowing low to the noblemen and noblewoman, Yuuri walked towards the former queen and smiled brightly at Wolfram, "May I have this dance, Lady Cäcilie?" he questioned, his dark eyes sparkling as the woman smiled even brighter back at him. A flirtatious smile taking over her face.

"Of course, Heika," she giggled out, taking his hand and winking down at Wolfram. Said blonde blushed brightly and shuffled backward as the two advanced to the middle of the dance floor. His stomach flipped and twisted as he found many of guests beginning to look at him and whisper among themselves, the females pointing their fans at him and muttering behind the fans. Wolfram burned bright red and ducked his head, looking down at the marble floor timidly.

During the first dance, Yuuri kept finding himself glancing at Wolfram. At first he tried to hide it, keeping his attention on the former beauty queen, but eventually he found himself right out staring as he twirled the blonde around the floor. It was only when he heard a familiar girlish giggle did he snap out of whatever daze he was in and looked at Lady Cäcilie who had a knowing look within her wide eyes.

"Oh Heika. Does it seem my baby has caught your attention?" she smirked widely, her eye bawls bouncing as she spoke the words. Her cherry red lips spreading into the first generous smile he had ever seen on the woman's face, a smile that was not flattery or flirty either, it was a real sweet smile.

In all honesty, Lady Cäcilie had been pushing for the young King to find his mate, excitedly awaiting for love to fill the air but she had never thought in a million years that it would be her baby, nor it be her Omega baby. It was just too good to be true, an Alpha and an Omega. Something beautiful. She was excited to see it; a pair such as this has never been since centuries ago.

Hearing her words, Yuuri's face turned a bright red colour from embarrassment. He glanced off to the side briefly, "I-I…w-well…" he struggled to come with proper words. His turned even redder if that was possible.

"W-Well it's t-true he's my m-mate but I…um," he sighed to himself, growing redder and redder by the minute, if it was possible steam would fly from his ears. His hands were becoming clammy and sweaty.

"Aww, young love~" Lady Cäcilie giggled, shaking her head and guiding the young King back around in a circle. She hums and looks off to the youngest son.

"I remembered the feeling of love, ahhhhhh~" she moaned which sounded very sexual which made Yuuri clench his eyes shut and press his lips tightly together, mentally wondering if maybe this might be the wrong decision. What's worse than his father's cooking was having love advice from Lady Cäcilie. Whatever words she chooses to voice her options always left him red in the face with steam. Yuuri eventually shook his head, brushing off the woman's embarrassing words and looked off to the side, his large blank eyes rolling around the dance hall before lowering to his feet and decided to focus on not stepping on the woman's feet.

Yuuri couldn't describe the relief when the music came to an end. With a strained smile that showed way too much stress, Yuuri bowed to the beautiful former queen with rosy cheeks which only darkened when Lady Cäcilie winked teasingly at him. Scratching the back of his head, still with that nervous smile on his face, Yuuri turned on the balls of his feet.

He was never a good dancer, he couldn't exactly move to the beat of the music; when he first came to Shin Makoku, Yuuri couldn't dance at all. He'd step on all his dancing partner's toes, bump into their sides and at one point knocked over another dancing pair. It sure was an embarrassing time, even now Yuuri would make mistakes while dancing.

Running his hand smoothly through his hair, Yuuri glanced about awkwardly. He wanted to see if he could maybe trick Wolfram into a small dance, but before he could even look for the blonde, a woman whisked him off into another damn dance. Yuuri could feel his feet aching and starting to sting. Ah, the flaws of being a King.

Meanwhile, Wolfram shifted to the furthest corner in the hall, feeling like he was on display. His stomach twisted painfully as his shoulders hunched up and his head ducked. Ever so slowly, he squeezed himself into the pointed corner; he could feel his knees shaking. Wolfram rolled his head backward and watched quietly as Yuuri danced with his supposed mother, twirling her around the dance floor. Oddly though, his face kept growing redder and redder by the minute. While watching Yuuri, he couldn't help but smile a little in amusement.

Whatever the former queen was saying sure was riling the double black up, it was such a sight to see. Eventually the dance came to an end, and the crowd watching erupted into cheers and clapped their hands. Wolfram watched Yuuri shyly, watching as the King glanced around as if he was searching for something, a small tingle within his chest almost made him think that maybe, just maybe Yuuri was searching for him. Wolfram quickly shook the thought off, especially when a sweet looking female scrambled up and took Yuuri back to the dance floor. She was cute with long curls of pale blue; she wore a bright dress that brought out her dark eyes. Wolfram couldn't prevent the small sliver of an odd feeling bubble around in the pit of his stomach. His emerald eyes narrowed and he curled in his bottom lip, suckling as he watched the pair dance.

Sighing quietly to himself, Wolfram looked off to the side. His emerald eyes slid to half-lidded, he was trying to hide from Lady Cäcilie, and she wanted to show him off to everyone. Allow him to meet all his supposed family, the rest of them. He couldn't. He felt like his heart was going to burst from his chest any moment now, this was most definitely a bad idea. Wolfram should have thought this through more. He felt like he was about to fall to the ground. He wondered briefly if he could sneak out of the ball without being spotted.

Peering out across the hall, Wolfram groaned, that didn't look possible. So many people were starting to fill the dance floor, holding their partners close and moving. He noticed the young Alpha King had switched partners at least three times by now; it amazed him that so many females could quickly shove one and another out of the way. Actually, Wolfram couldn't help but be amused with what he was witnessing; Wolfram had to cover his mouth from laughing. Yuuri sure had a funny face on right now.

"Stay with me, excellence," she was a sweet little thing, sure. Yuuri groaned to himself, turning his swirling black eyes onto the noblewoman; they just kept changing, he hadn't been able to find Wolfram. As soon as the dance would finish, he would turn to see if he could spot the head of golden hair anywhere in the hall, but as soon as he stepped to the side, another female would pop up and grab ahold of his hand meaningfully. This woman had long curls of blonde, not as beautiful as Wolfram's, with large pink eyes and pale skin.

She wore a tight blue dress, "Right. Step, two three," she smiled sweetly at him, knowing how bad he truly is at dancing.

Yuuri glanced at her briefly; she was trying to be seductive. Yuuri could tell; many females and males had tried to seduce him. He knew the signs and feels, oh yes. Wailing to himself, he twirled her around once more and turned his head and scanned the crowd around them. Eyes, all were on him and when were they not? Sighing, he shifted the young woman around again and stretched himself onto his tip-toes, peering over all the heads of the guests, the ones standing and dancing. No, he still couldn't spot any familiar green eyed blonde. It was starting to annoy the young King. Where is he?

Snapping his head back around, Yuuri blinked owlishly as the music died down. Finally, the dance was finish. He mentally sighed in relief, looking back at the young woman and bowing sheepishly, "Thank you for the dance, fair madam," he forced himself to smile, nervously chuckling and rubbing the back of his neck. He stepped away and glanced around, he forced another smile.

He couldn't dance anymore, his feet were beginning to burn and he needed a rest; thankfully, Conrad seeing this, distracted everyone from the young King. Yuuri let out a breath of relief and slipped past a few, one noblemen tried to gain his attention, "Sorry, I-err, in a moment," he called nervously, moving towards the guest table and quickly got himself a wine glass.

It wasn't like he was going to drink it, but he had learned that if you carry a drink then you won't be requested to dance. That aside, he didn't drink. It would always burn his throat, make him giggle and misty eyed, he never remembered what kind of events went on when he's drunk. Yuuri had only ever been drunk three times since his 18th birthday and he doesn't intend to be drunk again.

Mumbling words to another nobleman, Yuuri quickly skittered around the hall. Talking to one nobleman and woman to another, all the while scanning the many people about. He still searched for his chosen other half, but still he could not find him anywhere. Finally, however he was able to avoid everyone and slide through the crowd, his eyes glanced side to side. He figured he was doing very well at avoiding Saralegi; Yuuri wasn't sure if he could talk to the pretty blonde yet without breaking out with awkwardness.

Running the fingertips of his hand along his skin, he slide along the wall and turned his head when he felt a cool breeze blow against his side. Blinking slowly, he turned his head and looked at the double glass doors leading to the balcony. Sometimes, the noblemen and women would go out onto the balcony, most of the time following him out there but this time, Yuuri had specifically requested Gwendal to lock them this evening so he was confused to why they were open.

Glancing around, Yuuri frowned to himself before walking towards the open doors, the pale pinkish white curtains fluttered from the cool air. He slid the curtain back and peeked out, his dark eyes widened in shock. His mouth opened and shut, gapping slowly. Slowly, his eyes softened and he pulled away, he peered back at the noisy hall, slid the glass of wine to the side, and placed it firmly on a small table edge, before looking back at the balcony.

He pulled the curtain back and slid behind them, he looked down and crossed his left arm behind his back and placed his right hand onto his hip, "It's a bit overwhelming in there, isn't it?"

Wolfram gasped breathlessly, his eyes widened and snapped his head backward. He was curled up at the bottom of the door frame, his legs crossed and knees pressed against his chest, arms wrapped tightly around the top of his knees. Wolfram swallowed a lump in his throat and wheezed softly, his mouth opened and shut like he wanted to speak. His face grew red and darted forward, shoving himself to his feet and stumbling backward into the castle rails.

Yuuri wasn't even fazed at how Wolfram just acted, instead he smiled at him. A pure warm smile, his eyes closing in a very 'Conrad' like eye smile, "I'm sorry, did I startle you?" he chuckled, walking out from the castle fully and resting his hands on top of the stone rails of the balcony. He looks down at his kingdom, lit up with the lanterns.

It was beautiful, "I wanted to dance with you, you know," Yuuri hummed thoughtfully; hearing the words Wolfram blushed even brighter and clenched his hands tightly together, "But then I thought you probably don't know how to dance, huh?" the Alpha laughed, turning to face the small Omega in amusement. Wolfram's eyes widened briefly before he frowned, clearly annoyed with that.

How would Yuuri know if he could dance? Not that Wolfram could, but just couldn't help but feel insulted by that, "I'm just kidding Wolfram," Yuuri laughed again.

Still pouting, Wolfram shifted on the spot before turning his head to look at the glowing lanterns. He glanced at them and tilted his head in thought. He hadn't ever seen the lanterns this close before, he couldn't help but feel giddy, and a tiny smile appeared on his face, watching them glow in glee.

Yuuri watched the blonde, feeling the bubble of affection grow within the pit of his stomach. He smiled even wider to himself and glanced mildly at the kingdom once more. One day, one day he would be able to show Wolfram everything, show him all the goodness and beauty of the world. It was obvious that Wolfram hasn't seen much of beauty; Yuuri couldn't help but wonder what the future would hold for them. Sighing quietly to himself, Yuuri looked at the blonde again.

"Nee? Wolfram?" he called the Omega's attention, he walked closer to the male. Wolfram glanced worriedly at the King; he glanced down when the double black stepped next to him. Not too close that he was fully in Wolfram's personal bubble, but close enough to reach out and gently grasp the blonde's hand.

Wolfram glanced at the King in thought, considering pulling away and run away with his tail between his legs and his heart had quickly began to skip beats from the sudden closeness, "Wolfram. I…I want to know. About your life before, you…you loved those two, didn't you?"

Wolfram slowly blinked, his lips twitched and he relaxed his tensed hand underneath Yuuri's. Both men turned to look at the kingdom below, Wolfram sighed as he felt a cool breeze blow past him. It was a beautiful night, half-moon with twinkling stars. Those two, that's what Yuuri called them. Was he talking about Thorn and Lucas? Most likely. He nodded, and slightly tapped his finger against Yuuri's hand.

"Oh. I know," Yuuri smiled warmly, looking at their hands. His hand lay loosely on Wolfram's. "Tap once for yes and twice for no. How's that?" he questioned and chuckled when he felt Wolfram tap once for yes. He glanced at the blonde and grinned at seeing how relaxed and at eased the blonde was; he had a smile on his face.

"So, did you grow up with them?" he asked and hummed when he felt Wolfram tap once. So he did grow up with the two other servants, "They must have raised you, huh? You being younger than them and all," the dark haired male amused, pointing his nose up and looking at the Cheshire cat moon. Wolfram smiled even more and tapped his finger lightly.

Yuuri nods his head and tilts it soon after, "You're not comfortable here, are you? You'd rather be at the Inn, wouldn't you?" he finally bit out quietly, his tone soft and gentle. He sounded sad and almost broken to the ears.

Wolfram blinked his emerald eyes, slowly turning to look at the young King. His lips curled together and pressed tightly, taking in the Alpha's form. His fingers twitched as they lay on the stone, his eyes growing wide as he wondered how to respond to the King, should he tap once or twice? The words Yuuri had just used had truth in them. Gripping his teeth firmly into his bottom lip, he chewed at the skin, unable to even think straight.

Yuuri's hand on his twitched, tightening around the much smaller pale hand and carefully raised them upward, clasped together. Wolfram's eyes dropped to them briefly, just staring down at the two hands before his lush green eyes flickered up to look at Yuuri. He could feel the tingles run up his spine; Wolfram felt his stomach twist and his cheeks grew redder and redder. The heat shimmering on his cheeks, his lips twisted together and Wolfram gasped when Yuuri leant slightly closer. Feeling himself rocking forward, Yuuri blinked and quickly leant backward, his head rocking as he moved. Yuuri himself flushed, his face turning pink from embarrassment.

His stomach flipped, Yuuri nervously looked to the side. His heart sped up in his chest and he slowly turned his attention back onto the small blonde who looked like he could rival a tomato. The longer he stared at the blonde, the more he felt himself melting into a daze. His throat felt like it was closing up and his chest felt warm, fuzzy even. Yuuri's lips pulled into a smile and his eyes fell half-lidded upon staring at the shy and blistered face. He reached up and gently brushed his fingers along the curved cheek, caressing the skin and when Wolfram didn't pull away like Yuuri half expected him to, the young Alpha King leant forward.

Softly, his lips brushed against Wolfram's. The two gentle bumps pressing gently against his own. It wasn't harsh, sloppy or anything of the kind. It was gentle and warm, kindly massaging the soft skin underneath his own mouth. His hand still on Wolfram's cheek smoothly brushed the skin.

Wolfram stood somewhat stiffly, his heart pounding so hard that he feared that Yuuri could hear it. His body vibrated with warmth and made him feel so light, almost like he was about to float away any second. It was more like he was about to fall to the ground as his legs felt like jelly. He could feel them shaking, it was a wonder how they're able to keep up somebody like himself at this rate. Wolfram could feel himself slipping away, a burning light sensation appeared in his chest and he struggled to bare it.

Just as his eyes began to slide close, he felt a hand move to the back of his neck and the pressure on his mouth inch slightly harder. It was then he snapped back and his eyes grew wide, so wide that his eyes began to burn in his eye sockets. His hands shook and reached up, pushing harshly against the black covered shoulders, shoving as hard as he could. With all the strength he could muster up, Wolfram pushed.

Yuuri yelped in surprise, blinking owlishly at Wolfram. His mouth opened and shut, gapping in shock, all the tiny black hairs stood up on his body, "I…Err…" he struggled to come up with words.

Wolfram stared back at him, Yuuri couldn't see any emotion on Wolfram's face, and it was just blank, "W-Wolfram…I c-can…I…err…" Yuuri mumbled out, his shoulders shaking. Wolfram could only stare at him, watching as Yuuri tried to come out with any words.

Slowly, Wolfram backed away, his legs shaking and his hands curling up to his chest, "…" his own mouth opened and shut, like he was going to speak, like he wanted to speak but no words left his mouth. His eyes burned as they widened further, even beginning to itch.

His fingers twitched and he arched his back, his shoulders hunching, "…w-wimp…" the word spilled from his mouth without Wolfram even realizing.

"Wolfram," Yuuri blinks foully, his hands slowly rising in a surrender like fashion. His dark eyes flickering about as if he was expecting something to jump out and scream, hell it wouldn't be to shocking. Something like that had happened before. It had happened on more than one occasion. Wolfram's head ducked, his hair covering his face. Yuuri yelped when Wolfram rushed forward, pushing the young King out of the way as he ran back into the castle, his heart thumping in his ears.

Yuuri gasped loudly, his heart thumping in his chest, "Wolfram!" he cried out, spinning on the balls of his feet and spinning around, running towards the doors and moving almost desperately into the hall. He growled under his breath, finding all dancing noblemen and women filling up his view. He had to stretch on his tip-toes to look over all the heads.

"Heika," Yuuri wasn't even fazed as the familiar taller chocolate brunette moved to his side quickly. His dark eyes swished side to side, searching the large moving crowd with a beating heart, "Heika, what's wrong?" Conrad questioned softly, crouching a little to look at his god-son's face. Yuuri snapped his head around to face the brunette and groaned.

"…Conrad…I'm an idiot..."

Sorry, it's a little short. So, Yuuri...yeah, you're an idiot. Don't worry to everyone who thinks it was a little fast. That is what Yuuri is-will think. He and Murata will have a small talk about it next chapter or the chapter after. Hehe~ I love writing Wolfram, it's just so fun and I can make him as cute as ever. Oh. He does have his jealousy, that's what he felt while watching Yuuri dance. But, he won't burst into rage or anything, mostly because of how he was raised. No matter how much time passes, or how much he heals, sadly Wolfe will always have this small fear in the back of his head. The fear of being punished. He will learn, however, that he won't ever be hurt by his new family, especially by Yuuri, but it's a normal fear that will take years to heal.

Next chapter! Well...it will be the beginning of something new...how tacky. Lol, I mean it will start on the next arc. Suggests are welcome. Anything you want to see, please do say so and I'll do my best to add it in :)

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