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Remember! This story is pure YuuRam-Yuur/Wolfram Yaoi/Slash/Shounen ai
Other couples include-YozRad-Yozak/Conrad and Gweter/Gwendal/Gunter
Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Grusesome, Blood-Spill, Alpha/Omega/Beta, Suggested Sexural themes and MPreg
A special thank you to my hardworking beta! StephyYuki!
Chapter 8
Clam Before The Storm
It was night, blackness blanketed the sky beautifully. Even though there weren't any stars this night, the lanterns looked gorgeous, making the city of Shin Makoku glow. The party was still raging on, and the music whispered from the deep green floor.
Gwendal von Voltaire sat at his desk. His long dark grey hair pulled back into a high pony-tail, running down his back, brushing the back of his neck. He shifts in his stiff chair, his dark stormy eyes skirts side to side, running over the paper laid out on the desk. His lamp made a dim light in the dark room known as his office. Quiet seconds ticked on by before he lets out a small groan from under his breath, leaning forward and resting his elbow on the top of the desk and leaning his head into his hand.
The door to his office opened and a head poked in. Günter von Christ stared at the stoic man at his desk, his eyes sliding down to the look at Gwendal's desk and he sighed. His long lavender hair rolled over his shoulders as he slid from the door frame, making sure the door had closed behind him before advancing toward the other man.
The beautiful male moved to stand behind the man and reached his hand, it shook briefly before he carefully placed it onto Gwendal's shoulder, "You've looked at the report over and over. Come take break," he spoke calmly.
Gwendal let out a loud sigh, while he dropped the papers onto his desk, and placed his head into his hands. After a few seconds, he lifts his head and peered back at Günter, "The report on Gacesen makes no sense. The letter he received the day before they took Wolfram had the crested of Nagi," he frowned deeply, returning his dark gaze onto the report again.
Looking at the sketch Lady Morgan's mate had made; a ball-pig with wings. Only one family had that crest, "Why would they try to kidnap Wolfram? Mother had been best friends with Madam Avilly. They had been friends from when they were children. Madam Avilly is my god-mother. Why would she and her mate risk everything for something like this? Lady Elixus was born an Omega too," Gwendal groaned, rubbing his temples.
He grew up with Madam Avilly, she had always been there. She was almost like another mother. And Lady Elixus? Madam Avilly's daughter was the sweetest thing. The Nagi family used to be so prideful, their great-grandmother was the chosen mate of the Demon King, all those centuries ago. Even after Lady Elixus was born and the family lost a little of their riches, they were still in the top ten noble family.
Günter listened to the words. He remembered the Nagi's. He doesn't know them personally, as he had only met the young daughter once in his life time and Lady Elixus had been friendly enough. She hadn't given him a bad feeling or anything, she had the cutest smile on her face and her eyes only shouted of the gentleness within.
She was most likely the only noble who is an Omega and doing her everything for Omega's. It truly wouldn't make sense why she and her mother would plot against them and kidnap Wolfram. He had been born into royalty as an Omega, which should have changed something at least. Omega's reputation might have gotten better. Shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he curled his lips together tightly. Opening his mouth, Günter was about to speak.
"Perhaps they're being set up?" a familiar cunning voice spoke and both men turned their heads to look at the door. Watching as the short male tugs on the robes around his shoulders and using his foot to push the door close.
"Ken Murata…" Günter trailed off blinking owlishly at the shorter man. He'd never admit it out loud, as he is certain the great Sage would get a kick out of it, he hated the man's great ability to sneak around without being noticed. Oh, he hated it, especially when the Beta would pop up randomly.
Gwendal lifted his head and stared across the room at the Beta Sage, "Why aren't you chasing skirts?" he questioned moodily.
Murata made a low laugh and rubbed the side of his cheek where a red mark could be seen, "Ah. Let's just say a former…friend of mine, had caught up to me," he chuckled, tilting his head to the side. His round glasses flashing as he tilted his head to the side. Gwendal rolled his eyes at the words while Günter pouted a little.
Gwendal snorted and shook his head, "The Nagi clan most likely had been framed. We need to go to their estate," he muttered, leaning back in his stiff chair and rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"It's wise to keep the Maoh and most of all mother in the dark for now. I don't think it would do any good for either of them to know,"
Murata couldn't help but nod. Knowing that Lady Cäcilie is close friends with the clan, and it would only cause great stress and despair in the young blonde woman, after all, she adores her baby. It was obvious she would fry anybody who dared to touch him, and the saying goes, never get between a mama bear and her cub.
He could see it in her eyes that she feels she had failed Wolfram once; she will refuse to do it again. While Shibuya, no matter how much he had grown, how much he had matured, will always possess that inner innocence. If it turns out that the Nagi clan was the ones to do this, would Shibuya do what is necessary? It's better to prepare the young Alpha beforehand. Murata tilted his head and pushed his round glasses up his nose. Both were sensitive to this, it's best to leave them out for now, "We could always send Yozak in? To look around?"
Gwendal arches forward, placing his elbows onto the desk and resting the tip of his nose against his crossed fingers, "No, that wouldn't work. Yozak grew up with Conrad and I. Lady Elixus knows him," he grumbled out, his left eye twitched and another wrinkle appeared across his forehead.
Günter listened as both men suggested ways to investigate the Nagi clan. He makes a deep hum and leans back, rubbing his cheek in thought, "Ah. Heika," he yelped, bursting from thought and gaining the attention of both Beta's, he flushed slightly under their mighty gazes.
"I mean, he received an invitation from Madam Avilly. We can still keep him in the dark, but use him as an excuse. While Heika and his party meets with Madam Avilly, one of us can investigate the grounds. Learn as much as we can and send it through pigeon," he bravely spoke, arching his back and breathing deeply.
Gwendal stayed quiet, his eyes flickering from the light lamp, "Alright," he sighed deeply, rubbing his temples and groaning under his breath.
"But who shall go with him? When Mother hears, she'll be in that boat no matter what anybody says, which means, she'll take Wolfram with her. I know that mother wants Wolfram to meet Madam Avilly," he frowned deeply and another sign of a wrinkle appeared across his forehead. Obviously, he did not like the idea of his baby brother going along, especially if Madam Avilly did have something to do with the kidnapping.
"I'll go," Murata spoke up, lifting his hand slightly. His glasses flashed, "I've been meaning to visit the ladies-err, lands of snow for a while now," he smirked widely, clearly having other intentions behind his words. Gwendal snorted to himself, but made a small nod.
"I'll stalk out the castle and report back through pigeons. I have a charm with the ladies, I'll be able to get the information,"
"There are men there too," Günter added with a tiny pout. His eyebrows bounced as he stared at the short 'pervy' sage.
Murata turned to look at the long, lavender haired male and smirked widely, "Do not fear Lord Von Christ. I tend to bend both ways," With a loud groan, Gwendal shook his head and looked to the window, ignoring the loud rant that left Günter's mouth. How did the Great Sage turn into somebody like him?
Eventually the moon moved through the sky and the guests began to leave, preparing to go on their long journey back home. The sun easily lifted, brightening up the sky with glowing strikes of orange, yellow and red. The sky was a little cloudy, but nonetheless, it was still a good day. While at this time everyone laid sleep, or just beginning to wake up, a certain midnight haired alpha groaned out loud. He stared blankly up at the cling of his chamber, black bags hung under his eyes and his hair spiked out everywhere, it's going to be a pain to smooth down.
"I'm such a wimp!" Yuuri groaned out loudly, rolling over onto his stomach and moaning into his black pillow, lightly punching it as he hissed under his breath. He didn't have a wink of sleep; he kept replaying what had happen between Wolfram and himself, replaying it in his head! He messed it up so much now! Yuuri's certain Wolfram's terrified of him. He had most definitely screwed up any chance he had! He really is a bloody wimp.
"Damnit, damnit, damnit," Yuuri hissed, slowly easing himself up and rubbing his sweaty face. His body felt sluggish and a dull tingle vibrated though the back of his head. Not even a wink of sleep, how annoying. Reaching up, he rubbed his eyes, lightly tugging on the skin underneath his eyes. He winced and yawned. Slapping his lips together, he looked around his black chamber with glassy eyes before turning his gaze onto his chamber door, listening to the echoing footsteps approaching fast.
"Günter,"
As soon as the name escaped his lips, the long lavender haired male threw the doors open. Yuuri flinched as they slammed against his walls briefly, "Heika!" he bellowed out cheerfully, rushing into the chamber and smothering the young tired King, "Good morning! Now, today's schedule has been cancel," he spoke brightly and Yuuri's eyes widened. Cancelled?
"Really?" Yuuri gasped out, interrupting whatever Günter was about to say. Despite being so drowsy and drained, the young Alpha couldn't help but grin brightly. His schedule was cancelled which meant no paperwork! He hadn't been excused from paper work in months!
Günter nods his head, his long silk lavender hair flying around him as he nods, "Yes Heika! Lord Von Voltaire has requested you in his office," he explained, missing the way Yuuri's face turned pale. The excited smile wiped off his face and a frown took its place. That wasn't good.
With a low groan, Yuuri flopped his head forward, "Alright Günter," he mumbled lowly, his voice so low that Günter almost missed the double black Alpha's words. Shifting on the bed, he flipped the heavy black blankets off his being and stood.
Yuuri swayed on the spot before smiling as Günter gave him a morning hug. Yuuri sighed, and ran his had smoothly through his black curls, watching as the lavender haired male exited his chamber, "What have I done this time?" Yuuri wondered out loud, turning and walking towards his own personal bathroom.
A good bath that would relax his muscles will help; maybe even clear his mind, perhaps Yuuri will be able to come up with some way of smoothing things over with Wolfram? Maybe he should talk to somebody? Which would be a little tricky, as normally in situations like this he would talk to his God-Father, Conrad? Sadly, Conrad is Wolfram's older sibling! It would just be awkward for the both of them and Yuuri is definitely sure that Conrad probably isn't expecting Wolfram being the apple of his eye.
Yuuri wasn't sure if Conrad would be upset with him or not, being Wolfram's older brother that and the fact Wolfram had been here almost a month now. Yuuri had seen how much Wolfram had changed Conrad, believe it or not, Conrad had somehow became much calmer, wiser, and his smile, it now reaches his eyes. Yuuri thought Conrad was just calm in nature, he is the most peaceful person he knew but even Yuuri noticed that it seemed like a storm within the tall brunette had finally past; a storm that Yuuri hadn't noticed before now.
Conrad was much more composed and restful. Before now, Yuuri would have thought that to be impossible, that Conrad was just tranquil in his way, but compared to Conrad now, Yuuri could see that hidden underneath that smooth, glassy surface Conrad had a battle of guilt; a battle the brunette had won now that Wolfram was at his side.
Yuuri couldn't help but smile to himself. Out of everyone, even himself which Yuuri wasn't sure if he should be a little jealous of yet, Conrad was able to make Wolfram calm. When Wolfram was with his older brother, he did not look like he wanted the ground to open its mouth and swallow him whole. Conrad had even made the small blonde smile and laugh, soundlessly of course, but somehow the tall brunette was just able to make Wolfram relax. Which shouldn't be too surprising since Wolfram stepped into the castle, Conrad had been at his side, helping him through anything and everything.
Their relationship has grown quickly within the small time the two brothers had been together, Yuuri supposed it could be that Conrad was trying to make up for lost time. It was a nice thought, seeing Wolfram bond with Conrad, he clearly needed somebody like Conrad and both men seemed to be much more content with each other. Yuuri couldn't help but feel a little tingle in his chest at it, he wondered if maybe one day Wolfram would be that peaceful with him? Not likely at this time, but maybe in the future?
Would Conrad be pleased, glad or even happy with it? With the fact Yuuri was now, well, pinning after his younger brother? Yuuri couldn't help but frown, he had a feeling Conrad might be content with him, but Gwendal? Most definitely not! Lady Cäcilie seemed to be very elated about it, from what he gathered, the young ex-Queen loved the idea of Yuuri and Wolfram being destined mates. But Yuuri new that's just in her character, Lady Cäcilie seemed to adore any form of love. Yuuri knew that she will be more concerned with this, as Wolfram is her son, her baby, but she most definitely will help him, and be on his side when Gwendal decides to skin him.
Strangely, Yuuri had noticed the tall stoic male hasn't tried to bond with Wolfram like Conrad, it actually seemed like he was advoiding him? Yuuri knows that Gwendal's different to his mother and brother in so many ways, but the King was sure Gwendal would have at least tried, but it seems like he hasn't? Or maybe, he was still handling the fact Wolfram had been held a-a-as a servant for all this time, which he had been through so much, been hurt so many times? They've all heard what Gisela had to say after Conrad had convinced Wolfram to let her check him out. Everyone deals with things differently, and this is very important.
Conrad had said that Gwendal was dealing with the pressure in his own way that Günter was looking after him. Yuuri had even found out that Gwendal was doing his best to protect Wolfram from the other noblemen, apparently when word got out that Wolfram had been found and brought home, letters began to pour in. Some about the welfare of the country, now that Wolfram is back, would he be married off? Ha, like Yuuri would let that happen. Others about the fact that Wolfram is an Omega, and others that Yuuri had simply blocked out. He had never read so many disturbing things; don't they understand Wolfram is a victim in all of this? Jeez! Yuuri thought he had at least changed their views a little; apparently not.
Running his fingers though his thick black locks, Yuuri sank himself into the warm, glossy water. He sighed to himself, instantaneously becoming comfortable, his body relaxing and his strength returning quickly. The perks of having water as his element, water is always able to restore whatever magic or mental injures he has.
A sleepless night caused himself to become weak in mind, the water had quickly soothed his mind and reinstated himself, and it will be like he had slept like a baby last night. The downfall of it, unfortunately as soon as his head hits a pillow, Yuuri will be out like a light. His body will lay still and most would probably mistake him as being dead. Despite being recharged, kind of, the young Alpha was still a little sleepy.
Sinking further into the water and resting back against the tub's ledge, Yuuri wondered just what Gwendal wanted? What was so important that Yuuri couldn't do paperwork, not that he was complaining, oh how he hated paperwork, but what was so important? Normally, nothing could get him out of the poisonous paper signing.
Meanwhile, across the castle. Wolfram pouted and pulled away from the woman sitting behind him. His face turned a pale pink colour as he shifted on the blankets. He had just had his own bath with the woman who had insisted on washing his hair; Wolfram had never felt like such a child since that very moment. She certainly was motherly, that was for sure. The blonde let out a soundless sigh as Cäcilie pulled him back.
"Oh Wolfe, you have my hair!" she laughed joyfully, gently moving the white hair brush through his short scruffy hair, her wide emerald eyes glittering as she ran her fingers through the soft locks. She eyed the way the sun shimmered through the window, highlighting the golden hairs beautifully, "I had many lovers that adored my hair, they said it felt just wonderful against their faces," she hummed, leaning forward and brushing her cheek against the softness.
Wolfram flushed brightly from the words and wondered why Cäcilie had the need to inform him of this, "You surely do take after your Hahaue,"
Wolfram curled his lips together, his green eyes sliding half-closed. He had a small weakness when it comes to his hair, for some odd reason, he liked it when people brushed it. Thorn used to wash it and then brush it when he was smaller, it would always set him off into an endless sleep. It would seem that no matter who brushes his golden locks, it always was able to sooth his wondering mind.
Right now, Cäcilie was brushing his hair so gently while carefully trimming it up. In her words, she had said it was too scruffy and needed to be touched up. Wolfram thought he was doing a good job at keeping it short, he made sure it didn't reach his shoulders. Well Thorn did, she did it for both him and Lucas, cutting it. Well, Wolfram could see it must have grown out, now that Thorn was no longer here to cut it. He just hoped she doesn't cut it too short.
With the gentle brushing, Wolfram hummed under his breath. He stared point blankly at the soft black carpet of Cäcilie's chamber. It felt a little odd to be in here, but he supposed he should get used to it, as he had a feeling he might be spending a lot of time in here with the woman. Now that his mind was at ease, he couldn't help but replay the events of last night. The Heika, the Maoh, the King.
The Alpha King had kissed him. Wolfram had not been expecting it, hell he wasn't even expecting the King to even try anything like that, maybe hold his hand, but not something that close. Just thinking about it made his heart beat loudly, he could still feel the tingling sensation on his lips. It wasn't right, it shouldn't have happen! Wolfram should have noticed something like that would happen; the signs were right there. Hello! They're destined mates for crises sake!
Wolfram should have kept a distance; something like this was bound to happen! What makes it worse wasn't the fact it was his first kiss, or the fact it had been the King who kissed him, no, it was the fact he couldn't stop thinking about it! He can't! He just can't bond with him that way, Wolfram can't. It was impossible. Relationships, love, kissing, holding, mating, he had seen it. He had seen how mates would go from love to hatred within mere seconds, he had seen how they are treated, seen how one mate could get bored of the other and throw them to the curb. Use them as they please and then leave them to rot, seen how mates would go and look for mistress or masters, or whatever they're called.
Wolfram isn't able to do it, he won't do it. He just can't be hurt that way. Not in that respect. Maybe if he ignores what had happen, avoid the King, it'll go away. All of it? It has to; Wolfram can't allow anything to happen like that again, no matter how much his body would crave it. It cannot be allowed to happen again. Wolfram could only imagine what rumors would spread if it got out, what people would think of Yuuri, the Alpha King who mates with a whore, an Omega. Granted, Wolfram hasn't done that with anyone or anything, but who would believe him?
Everyone has their own opinion of what an Omega is, and none of them are good. Yuuri's reputation would go downhill as soon as he touches Wolfram in that form. Wolfram couldn't let that happen either, not after everything the double black Alpha has done for Shin Makoku and its people. It wouldn't have mattered what Yuuri had done, Yuuri had chosen an Omega as his mate and that was bad. Wolfram wasn't stupid, he might have been raised in one of the dirtiest places, but he understood how the world was run and Omegas are supposed to stay on the streets, they aren't supposed to mate with Alphas or Betas. Wolfram had heard of a Beta that had fallen for an Omega, the two had mated, and then the Beta was shunned by his family.
Thrown out, he even had assassins come after him. All because he mated with an Omega, it was a sad place to live in today. Wolfram knew he was only being tolerated as being Lady Cäcilie's youngest son with two high respected brothers, but if he ever stepped over the line that had been made for him, everything would crash and his life could be put in danger. There could be assassins or anything else that would come after him, and most likely was Yuuri too, the King.
"Wolfe?" Wolfram broke from his thoughts from Cäcilie sweet voice; he blinks his emerald eyes and tilts his head back. He forced a smile at the woman; Cäcilie, seeing the smile, returns it with a warm motherly smile.
"I'm all done," she says softly, lowering the snow hairbrush and silver scissors. Cäcilie tilts her head as Wolfram turned on the bed, facing her. Cäcilie's beautiful eyes looked at him and she leaned forward to peck him on the cheek. Wolfram blinked and flushed, leaning away while rubbing his cheek.
"Gisela's done well, hasn't she," Cäcilie says, looking at the very tiny cuts. Wolfram's skin has been much clearer than before, the bruise on his chin had almost faded away, and it was pale pink and hardly noticeable anymore. Small, only tiny cuts were visible. The blisters and much bigger cuts had almost healed beautifully, though the long cuts had faded into small pink lines, but overall, his skin was healing.
Wolfram nervously smiles at the woman's words, silently agreeing. The wounds he had shown the nice green haired woman, she had worked hard to heal them with what she called 'refreshing magic' a special kind of magic that can almost heal every form of injury and illness. Wolfram, himself was amazed at how magic works, he couldn't believe his wounds had healed so fast.
However, there were two long swirly lines going from his lower back to his shoulders, obviously made from whips. Gisela had checked them over and over; she had said they were a little too deep and that they should heal in time without using magic. Once they've healed a little and aren't too deep, she can help move the process along quick. She had, however applied Wolfram with a hand-size jar filled with this pinkish coloured cream to rub into his skin. Gisela had told him that the cream will help sooth his skin and prevent anymore irritation. Cäcilie had just helped apply his back with the pinkish cream. She and Conrad were the only people Wolfram had shown his scarred back to, both had helped to apply the cream.
"You know, when you were baby, you were very smart," she chuckled to herself, reaching up and gently caressing Wolfram's cheek. Wolfram's eyes widened slightly, listening to the woman's words quietly. He had always wanted to know what he was like as a baby. He had come to the Inn when he was just leaving his baby stages, barely 14 years old.
Thorn said he was a cute toddler but was scared to be around anybody. He remembered Thorn saying she was beyond relieved when she found that he hadn't been hurt in any form, which meant whoever he was with before had cared for him lovingly. Wolfram had figured he must have been with his family before the Inn took him, that his family had somehow died and friend of the family or something had taken him to the Inn. Obviously that wasn't the case.
"You realized that when you cried, everyone would come running. You used to cry a lot, just to see us, to see Conrad, Gwendal or me," Cäcilie smiled brightly, her green eyes shimmering as she replayed the memory over and over in her mind, "You had Conrad and Gwendal around your tiny finger," she said, taking Wolfram's hand and rubbing his fingers, "They'd do anything for you,"
Wolfram watched Cäcilie, noticing the way sadness practically rolled off her shoulders. Chewing the inside of his cheek and he shoved forward and nervously wrapped his arms around the woman, pulling her into a hug, "Wolfram, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I wasn't able to protect you," Cäcilie whispered and Wolfram felt his chest tighten painfully. He wanted to let her know, that he didn't blame her for anything, but how could he say that?
"I'm your mother and I failed," Cäcilie whimpered, returning the hug.
Unlike the first time they hugged, Wolfram was not smothered into her massive bust; instead it was gentle hug, a hug of love between a mother and her child. Wolfram's head lay against her chest while Cäcilie gently stroked the back of his head. Wolfram could feel his eyes burning again, for some reason Lady Cäcilie was always able to bring him to tears, nobody else was ever able to do that. He had always felt annoyance, anger and even happiness at times, but he never felt what Cäcilie was able to make him feel, like a little child that was lost. Perhaps she really is his mother? His Hahaue? Maybe that's why she can cause such reactions within him.
Suddenly, a knock gently erupted from the door to the chamber. Both mother and son pulled from each other, Wolfram sniffled and rubbed his eyes with both hands, resembling much like a cat. Cäcilie, much like the noblewoman she is, reached up and gently rubbed her eyes, while at the same time brushing her thumb along Wolfram's cheek,.
"Hai, come in," she called, breathing in deeply and sighing deeply, her shoulders raising and falling.
"My lady," a strong feminine voice spoke and the door opened. Cäcilie's own personal maid stepped into the room, prime and proper, her back straight with her arms crossed in front of her lap. Long straight lavender hair fell down her back, almost reaching the back of her knees with a hint of white at the top, seeping over her head. She had pale skin with freckles across her cheeks, her maid uniform consisted of an even lighter lavender dress and a frilly white apron, her own green eyes looks at the two on the bed.
"Sir Von Voltaire has called for your assistants at his office immediately," she spoke firmly, her head raised high.
Cäcilie frowned slightly, her eyebrow raised, "Gwendie? Hmmm," she rubbed her chin thoughtfully and turned to look at the shorter blonde and smiling brightly, widely. Normally Gwendal never comes looking for her, even avoiding her at times. Not that she cares of course, she loved to tease her oldest baby.
"I wonder what Gwendie wants," she hums, drying her eyes with her handkerchief as she gracefully stood from her Queen sized bed. Wolfram slowly follows her and nervously shifts his weight from one foot to the other, looking between the scary looking maid and Cäcilie.
"Nee~ Wolfe, let's go see what Gwendie wants,"
Wolfram nods his head and trails after Cäcilie. He glanced at the maid from the corner of his eye, shuddering as she gave him a cold look, her eyes narrowing at him. Almost like she was looking down on him, like she was above him in some way. Which truly isn't too surprising, unlike the soldiers that don't really make contact with him as they were always out on missions, the maids are very, well Wolfram can tell what they're thinking. About 2 maids in the whole of 20 maids working in the castle are nice enough to talk with him, show him how to do things.
One of the maids even sneaked him into the kitchen and cooked with him, she was real nice and told him all kinds of stories that Yuuri and the others had gotten up to. The others, they've always got this expression as if they don't want him around, it un-nerved him. Shaking on the spot, Wolfram snapped his attention away from the maid and looked at his feet, following Cäcilie down the long the hallway.
A lump formed in his throat, he was going to Gwendal's office. In all his time here at the castle, the tall grey haired male hasn't exactly involved himself with Wolfram. Wolfram wasn't even sure how to act around the man; again, he hasn't spent any time with him like he had with Conrad. Maybe one day Wolfram could see what the taller stoic man was like. He is his apparent brother, after all.
Eventually the two natural blondes came to the office doors, Wolfram felt his knees buckle, especially when Cäcilie threw the doors open, a bright and excited squeal of 'Gwendie' escaped her mouth as she walked in, all stunning and everything. Wolfram almost stayed on the other side of the doors, but he headed up nervously poking his head through and gripping the frame of the door. His bright emerald eyes glanced around nervously and found his knees buckle. Gwendal's office was dark and scary; it just had a creepy effect that burned through his body making his hands shake on the door frame. Gwendal had a deep purple carpet, his mighty polished oak desk directly across from the double doors, and a wide glass window was behind the desk, spreading across the whole of the wall.
On either sides of the room, pressed up against the wall were long sets of bookcases, filled to the brim with books, all books on politics and other things. While up in the corner, near Gwendal's desk was a thick dark purple china vase filled with long scrolls, all tied up with a brown ribbon. And there, in the middle of the room was Gwendal, sitting at his desk, spilling over the papers. And what was scarier, despite the matching purple curtains open, no sunlight streamed through the glass. Unlike most of the month, it was not sunny! The sky was cloudy and the sun was hidden away, and it looked like it would rain any moment; perfect weather for the scary office.
"Gwendie!" Cäcilie repeats, waving her hand excitedly and walking further into the office. Not fazed at how dooming the office looked.
Gwendal's quill pauses on the paper and he sighs, "Mother," he grunted, lifting his head and looking at the woman. His dark eyes swiped across his office, before he noticed Wolfram hiding behind the door and as soon as Wolfram noticed he was being watched, he stepped into the office. Wolfram shuffled into the room, but still extremely close to the double wooden doors.
"Mother, this is important. Please don't sit on my desk," he frowned, watching as the woman sat herself on his desk, crossing her long legs and looked back at Gwendal with a wide smile. Seeing that Cäcilie wasn't going to move, Gwendal sighed to himself and shook his head, "This is a very important meeting, which needs Heika, Günter and Conrad,"
Cäcilie's eyes widen and she grinned brightly, "Connie?" she gasped out, clapping her hands together.
"Oh! I haven't seen him in ages!" she squealed and Gwendal rolled his eyes at his over dramatic mother as she had really seen Conrad yesterday.
"I'll go retrieve him!" she hopped off the office and almost ran out of the office.
Gwendal shook his head again and rubbed his forehead. Dear god? Where does she get all that energy? He returned his eyes to the papers and looked at the very dark grey print, he groaned and frowned deeply, they just don't give up do they? Another group requesting something unreasonable. Definitely a no. Gwendal paused his quill again when he heard a soft click in his office and quickly, he raised his head.
Wolfram flushed brightly and stumbled away from the bookcase, looking down awkwardly and gripping his hands together. Unsure of what to do. Gwendal stared almost darkly at the short blonde, eyeing the way he moved within his office and noticing how stiff and tensed his shoulders were. Finally, he sighed and eased back in his chair, "Wolfram," he spoke, his voice firm and strong. Hearing the deep tone of the Beta, Wolfram trembled and turned to look at Gwendal, his face grew red from embarrassment.
Gwendal mentally groaned, he wasn't good with things like this; he could taste the tension in the air. His stormy eyes looked down at the massive pile of papers, now that Heika was leaving for a while to the lands of snow; the paperwork was now his responsibility. Gwendal figured he'd start on Yuuri's work early. Suddenly his mind formed an idea, he had heard from Conrad that Wolfram's hand writing had improved greatly, now he truly did write like a noblemen, "Come here," he said and Wolfram stared with wide eyes. He slowly inched towards the desk, lowering himself into one of the chairs around the desk. He tried to swallow, but his throat felt dry and itchy.
Once he sat on the wooden chair with a red cushion on it, he arched back and placed his hands in his lap. He glanced at Gwendal shyly. Gwendal nods his head and turns to the pile of papers, he takes a small stack of papers off the top and places them in front of Wolfram, "Sign accepted or rejected. Once you've wrote either one, stamp it with the seal of the Maoh," Gwendal explained, placing the rather large stamp between them, Wolfram could see it had black ink unlike Gwendal's quills that had dark grey.
"Some of these requests are ridiculous. If you're stuck on one, let me know,"
Wolfram stares at the tall grey haired man, so this was his way of trying to bond with him? Wolfram smiled to himself and turned his head back to the papers. They all were written in dark grey ink, obviously as black ink is for the Maoh only. Slowly, he read the words. The first page waiting for him, read off something along the lines of extra fruit to the country sides of Shin Makoku. Wolfram, as neatly as he could, wrote accepted before stamping it with the Maoh's stamp, he tried not to think about Yuuri using the same stamp.
And the next few pages weren't too bad, mostly about seeds and extra fruit, surprisingly no one had a request for water like Wolfram expected. Turning to Gwendal, he nervously reached out and tugged on the sleeve. When the taller male turned his attention onto the blonde, Wolfram timidly made the sign for water. Wolfram was even more surprised when Gwendal immediately understood what Wolfram was asking about, normally it would take somebody who wasn't close to Wolfram longer to understand what he was talking about.
"Yuuri's element is water. He makes sure it rains at least once a week. He even taught our people how to use the rain as an endless supply of water," Gwendal explained and Wolfram's eyes widened. He had heard of something like that. People would place buckets and other things out in the rain and gather as much as possible. Wolfram had no idea it was Yuuri, who was making it rain so much for his people. He truly is the strongest Mazoku, isn't he?
Returning his attention to the papers, Wolfram rakes his eyes over the print. Reading the words, he hums soundlessly under his breath, writing accepted or rejected on the papers and quickly stamping the Maoh's seal on the paper. The awkward silence filled the office, only the soft ticking of the clock could be heard until Wolfram frowned deeply, staring at the dark grey words in confusion. His pale lips opened in surprise, in confusion. The words didn't make much sense to him, something about a party boarding the country lines, how would a party cross the lines? Wouldn't that be too noisy or something? Wolfram found himself imagining one of those parties back at the inn somehow crossing the country lines. He is probably being stupid, not getting it but none the less, he lightly tugged on Gwendal's sleeve once again. When Gwendal looks to him, Wolfram turned the paper and frowned in confusion.
"Hm. Rank SS," he grunted out, reaching his hand out and gently taking the paper. He holds it up and rolls his eyes along the paper, he sighs and shakes his head.
"I've rejected this twice over already," Gwendal sighed, rubbing his temples.
"They just won't take no for an answer," Wolfram smiles at Gwendal, and turns back to the paper. Gwendal watches him from the corner if his eye, he hasn't seen anybody so focused on paperwork before. Wolfram seemed to have a much better hand on this then a certain Alpha, though Wolfram did write his 'P's and 'J's backward, but that can easily be fixed with a small word to let people know it is still Maoh approved. Gwendal couldn't help but smile at his younger brother.
The siblings lifted their heads when the door opened. Wolfram's face darkened and he felt a chill run up his spin. The tiny golden hairs stood up on end, and goose bumps ran up his skin. Yuuri slid through the door, his wide black eyes swirled about awkwardly and judging from his body language, he did not want to be here. Like he was expecting something bad to happen.
Yuuri inhaled deeply, closing his eyes briefly before turning to look at Gwendal, his eyes widened briefly noticing the small blonde sitting next to the tall, creepy, stoic male and what amazed him the most was the fact Wolfram had what seemed to be his paperwork. He had already done quite a lot. Yuuri couldn't help but feel a little guilty about that, the guilt grow as he locked eyes with Wolfram. The blonde blushed brightly, and avoided looking at him again. Forcing a bright and wide smile, Yuuri rocked on the balls of his feet.
"Gwendal," he muttered, nodding his head and slowly walking towards the chair on Gwendal's other side.
"Heika," Gwendal spoke, his voice strong and firm. He arches his back and rubbed the side of his head, lightly massaging his temples.
"Seem you didn't get very far yesterday," he says and Yuuri nervously laughs, flushing pale pink and rubbing the back of his neck. Yuuri had a feeling Gwendal already knew he had snuck off twice yesterday, no point in saying it to the grey haired male.
"Here, make yourself useful," Gwendal grumbled, handing the Alpha King a reasonable stack of papers, larger than Wolfram's.
Yuuri rolled his eyes, making a small groan and cursed under his breath, "I'll cheer when the day comes that I no longer have to dance with the paper devil," he mumbled quietly, picking up a quill and taking the black ink Gwendal had stored. Hearing the words, Wolfram made a soundless laugh, especially when Gwendal made a snort.
Yuuri rested his chin on his hand, writing accepted and rejected on the papers, his eyes half-lidded but yet still reading the words. Yuuri could feel himself already dozing off, and it had only been five minutes. Wolfram watched Yuuri silently, watching the way Yuuri's eyes fluttered close and open. Wolfram bites his bottom lip and his smile widened when Yuuri's chin slid straight off his palm, making his head duck and snapping out of whatever doze he had fallen into.
Yuuri blinked furiously and looked around, remembering just where he was, he glanced at Gwendal and noticed Gwendal wasn't even fazed with him. Glancing about once more, Yuuri noticed the way Wolfram was trying to prevent himself from laughing, Yuuri couldn't help but smile at him. When Wolfram looked up and found that he had been caught, he turned a crimson colour and snapped his head down in embarrassment. Yuuri couldn't help but feel jittered that he was still able to make Wolfram act that way, even after how much he had screwed up last night.
The doors to the office slide open once again and this time three people entered. Cäcilie returned with her bright cherry smile and sparkling emerald eyes, followed by Conrad and lastly Günter. Gwendal turns his head and nods to his brother, "Now that everyone is here, I shall inform you of why I've requested you all here. And why I've cancelled your schedule for the next couple of weeks," he spoke, turning to Yuuri who stared up at him with owlish eyes.
His schedule was cancelled for the next couple of weeks? Sweet! He tried to hold back his grin, no paperwork for that long, "But rest sure, Heika I'll be taking care of part of your paperwork. You will still be handling some paper work while you're away," he spoke, making Yuuri turn pale and groan, flopping his head forward. Not a holiday at all! He really needs to arrange a trip to Earth with no paperwork!
Gwendal turned his firm attention onto the others in the room, "Recently, Heika has received an invitation," he stated gaining a few confused expression from Conrad and Yuuri. Yuuri thought he had visited and met almost everyone in the high courts, and if he hadn't, why wait all this time to invite him for a visit? "And I believe now is a good opportunity to meet with them. The invitation is from Madam Avilly of the Nagi clan,"
Yuuri frowned in confusion, he doesn't recall hearing of Madam Avilly or the Nagi clan before. Just as he was about open his mouth and voice his confusion, Cäcilie beat him to it. She made a loud squeal and clapped her hands together, "Oh! Avilly! It's been such a long time since I've last had lunch with her!" she smiled brightly, wiggling on the spot.
"Ohhh! I wonder what she looks like! Ah, I bet Elixus has grown into such a beautiful young woman by now! Right Connie!"
"Yes Hahaue," Conrad smiles warmly, his chocolate eyes glowing as he speaks. His spin reels backward in thought, remembering his time as a child back at the Nagi castle, "I'm sure Elixus has grown up,"
Black eyebrows pulled together, Yuuri looked between the two, his lips twisting into confusion which only deepened, "You know Miss Avilly?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side in thought. He raked his memory for any mention of an Avilly and still he only came up empty handed. Yuuri's more than sure he hadn't met anybody from the Nagi clan or somebody called Avilly, or Elixus.
"Mother and Madam Avilly grew up together. They had been friends since the early ages of 21 years old," Gwendal explained, settling back into his chair and crossing his fingers on his desk. Wolfram tilts his head in thought, thinking about what this Madam Avilly would look like. Would she be like Cäcilie? Or completely different? Wolfram wondered about the Nagi clan, why was it Nagi? "Madam Avilly is even my god-mother,"
"That close, huh?" Yuuri smiles innocently, his Mama doesn't have many friends. She kind of scares everyone off, with wanting a grandchild and all, a granddaughter that is, his mother tends to go overboard on a lot of things. Especially when her friends has a daughter, his brother or his age.
Conrad gives the young King his famous eye-smile, "Yes, we're very close,"
"I had a feeling that you would insist on joining Heika on this journey," Gwendal sighed, looking at his mother and watched as she excitedly bounced about.
"The boat is planned to set sail at noon. So you all have to pack and be ready to leave as soon as possible. The journey to the land of snow is a long and tiring one. It takes two days to approach the border,"
Wolfram's eyes grew wide, land of snow? He hadn't ever heard of that place before. According to Gwendal it was rather far away, how far exactly? It would take two days to even approach the land of snow. Wolfram nervously glanced about, was he allowed to come as well? Or was he supposed to stay at the castle, the invention is for Yuuri after all. And it would seem Cäcilie knew of the family and was going to join Yuuri on this journey, as well as Conrad but it seemed Gwendal and Günter were not planning to join.
Wolfram felt torn, he was taught not to expect to be included in things, while on the other hand, he had begun to feel warm, calm with the family, he had been included in a lot of things with these people. The small blonde shuddered, his head snapped up when he felt hands touch his shoulders. His bright emerald eyes blinked owlishly.
"It'll be fun, right Wolfe," Cäcilie smiled brightly down at him, her hands on his shoulders while she leant slightly forward. Wolfram's eyes widened at her words, so he was invited as well then, "Avilly has wanted to see you," Cäcilie hummed, kissing the top of Wolfram's head. There was more Cäcilie wanted to say, but she couldn't, she feared it might upset the young blonde. Avilly never got to meet Wolfram; he disappeared the week before she was to meet him for the first time.
"Pack lightly, Madam Avilly will have a few outfits for you all at her castle," Gwendal spoke, gaining everyone's attention once again. He makes a small sigh and rests his head into his hand.
"She tends to create clothing. Do not be surprised if you leave with boxes of clothing she's made,"
Yuuri grinned widely, his mind reeling and coming up with many different images of what the lands of snow would look like. Turning his head, Yuuri couldn't help but feel happy; he hadn't had an adventure in months! Maybe years! He lost count. His swirling black eyes turned to look at Wolfram across the table; Wolfram's head was slightly dipped with his emerald eyes half-lidded and a small smile across his face. His pale cheeks turned slight pink and Yuuri found his heart skip a beat in his chest.
Wolfram looked happy at least to be coming along, Yuuri could tell he was excited and jitty. Yuuri assumed it could be because Wolfram had never left Shin Makoku before, he wondered if maybe this was too soon. Wolfram was just starting to adapt to living at the castle, but Yuuri didn't have the heart to order the blonde to stay here, adapting more. Rubbing the back of his neck, Yuuri stood, walking along with Conrad from the office. He glanced over his shoulder noticed Cäcilie helping Wolfram along the hallway, he couldn't help but grin. He was overwhelmed with excitement and relief as he caught Wolfram glancing back at him over his own shoulder.
Wolfram turned bright red when he found Yuuri was looking at him. Rotating his head back around, Yuuri hummed. Maybe not all was lost after all! Though, he still needed to talk to somebody about it, somebody else who would be able to give him advice. He couldn't keep this to himself any longer. Though Cäcilie doesn't count. He wants normal advice, not, err, sexual advice.
It was reasonably easy, Yuuri realized. He wondered how he became so used to packing. Either way, his one of a kind, black bag was zipped up with few clothing. Mostly his black uniform. He's no longer a child though, so his black school uniform no longer fit. He still has it, hanging up in his closet, saving for something important. Who knows, maybe he could give it away to somebody? Maybe Greta when she's older? Granted she is a woman, and the uniform is for a male, but Greta adored it and had practically begged to have it.
Yuuri just couldn't say no. He wondered if Greta would ever wear it, and if she did what would she look like? Greta would most definitely wear it, there was no doubt about that, and she is the princess after all, so if anybody could get away with it, it would be Greta. Him, being a few years older now, and the clothing no longer fit, had resulted in Yuuri gaining a few uniform. It was similar to his school uniform, but was more along the lines of a solider uniform, it was as comfortable as his old uniform, and it didn't bother Yuuri anyway. He did, however, have a few Earth clothing, a pair of jeans and a black shirt. Yuuri did at times feel a little bored with the colour black, but as it is for the King, the family of royal, he had no choise but put up with it.
Shifting the bag, he began to walk towards his chamber door. Just as he was about to close the door after him, his bag was lifted, "Conrad," he smiled brightly up at the brunette as he shifted the black zip up bag in one hand, while in the other was a brownish bag. Both bags came from Earth of course, all bags came from Earth, Yuuri had decided everyone needed a good bag and brought a bunch back. Conrad had a soft brown coloured bag, Greta had a light purple one with white polka-dots, Gwendal had a deep green bag, Cäcilie had a very bright pink bag and Wolfram, Yuuri had got him a pure white bag. It matched him perfectly.
"Heika," Conrad greeted and Yuuri groaned, but didn't correct him. It would seem Conrad would never call him by his first name, "All packed?"
Yuuri nodded his head and walked along side with the tall brunette, "You've been to the Lands of snow, right? What's it like?" he questioned, his nose twitching and his lips twisting into a wide smile that twitched. He wondered what kind of creatures would be waiting in the Land of snow, they surely must be beautiful.
"Ah," Conrad made a soft chuckle. His chocolate eyes glowing as he went back in memory, "Well, it always seemed to snow. Why it's called land of snow. Despite the sun hardly showed, there were these beautiful flowers and plates. You can only get them in the land of snow, they need the freezing weather to grow. There are special kinds of trees and animals. The land of snow is the only place you would get these kind of animals," he explained happily, he wasn't sure how to describe such things the Land of snow possessed. They were things you needed to see with your own eyes, no words could describe them.
Listening closely, Yuuri hummed in wonder. Wondering just what mysteries and wonders these lands held, "Why invite me now? Surely they would have invited me during my first years here, right?" he questioned, his eyebrows pulling together in confusion.
Conrad tilts his head and looks at the young double black from the corner of his eyes, "Yes," he admitted, becoming just as confused. Surely Madam Avilly would have invited Yuuri before, long before now. Could it be something to do with Wolfram? That couldn't be it; Cäcilie hasn't had time to send bird-messages. So she wouldn't have one.
"I'm not sure why now, to be honest, Heika. I'm sure there is a reason though," he spoke warmly, his voice as gentle as either.
"Hmmm. Maybe something happen," Yuuri thought out loud, turning to leaving the castle and walking out into the courtyard. His dark eyes swiped across the area, searching for a certain blonde. Trying to pinpoint him in the large crowd, noticing there were carriages and not just horses this time. Makes sense he supposed, they couldn't take their horses into the Lands of snow, Ao hated snow. It always took Yuuri hours to calm him down when it snowed. Making a defeated sigh, he climbed into his own carriage and waited.
It didn't take long before the carriage began to move and before he knew it. Yuuri found himself at the docks. He looked up at the large and mighty boat. The finest for the Maoh apparently. He had, in fact, rode on the boat twice before. It was large and spacey with the finest wood he had ever seen. Yuuri's lips twisted together as he approached the boat, running his fingers over the smooth wood and sighed. He's sure this boat must have cost a lot, precious money that could have been used for better use but what's he supposed to do? With another sigh, he turned his head and looked at the water splashing up against the sides before tilting his head up to look at the sky.
"It's going to rain rather soon," a familiar voice spoke smoothly. Yuuri wasn't even surprised, he didn't jump or jolt as he used to do when he was younger.
Yuuri nodded his head, "Yup. I can feel it. The air's becoming bitter," he explained, rolling his head around to look at the other black haired male standing next to him. His eyes raked up and down his dear friend.
"Murata, what are you doing here?" he questioned, trying to remember if Gwendal had mentioned the Great Sage.
"I'm hurt Shibuya, I thought we were close," Murata teased, his lips pulling into a wide smirk. His round glasses flashed as he tilted his head. Instead of his normal black and blue robes, he wore a simple zip up thin, fur, dark, blue hoodie with long black jeans. A dark blue scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and with a pair of ear-muffs over his head. His clothing was very similar to Yuuri himself who had also prepared for the freezing cold weather that will come soon. Only, unlike Murata, Yuuri wore all black with matching gloves.
"But really, I'm here to check out the prey," he admitted cunningly.
Yuuri rolled his eyes and shook his head. Same old Murata, he never changes. Still smirking, Murata turned and leant forward, resting his elbows on the ledge of the boat, "Seems Yozak is also joining us on this trip, hmm," Turning to look at the docks, Yuuri raised his eyebrows to see the bright orange haired male talking with Conrad. He stood with his back arched and smiling brightly. Both Conrad and Yozak wore warmer clothing, they weren't exactly like Yuuri's and Murata's, but close. Seems everyone was prepared for the cold weather.
Murata tilted his head, humming under his breath, "How's Wolfram fitting in, Shibuya?" he questioned happily.
Yuuri's eyebrow twitched as Murata used Wolfram's first name. He is sure the two hadn't ever met properly before. Granted Murata did save the blonde, but Yuuri doesn't recall seeing them talking or anything, it was almost like Murata was advoiding the blonde for some reason. But that doesn't make sense, "Fine. He's no longer scared to be around us. He seemed to adapt greatly with Lady Cäcilie and Conrad, but that's expected," he shrugged, spreading his fingers out and resting his chin into his palm and staring ahead at his Kingdom with half-lidded eyes. Mildly watching people rush about, going about their day.
"Not Lord Von Voltaire," Murata wondered before shaking his head. That was expected, judging by his personality. Gwendal would take a while longer before coming to terms with the fact his baby brother was home and safe.
"It must have helped a lot, having Greta around. It's a good thing she got sick then, nee?" he chuckled, grinning as Yuuri lightly glared at him. Greta was supposed to go overseas to study at the temple of flowers, but she caught a cold around the time Wolfram had been discovered. Poor Greta she had been devastated when she couldn't go, but that quickly faded away when Wolfram came to the castle, "I'm kidding," Murata laughed, shaking his head and humming under his breath.
"He's very beautiful thought, huh?" he spoke in a sly like tone, his eyes flashing with thought.
Yuuri snapped out of whatever daze he was in and looked at Murata. His inner Alpha growled at the challenge in the Sage's voice. Noticing the look he was receiving, Murata raised an eyebrow but grinned nonetheless, "I'm not going to do anything~" he spoke in a sing-song like tone, "Jeez Shibuya. You have such little faith in me," Murata snorted playfully and Yuuri rolled his eyes at the Sage, and shook his head.
"Trust me. Wolfram seems like a bambi. I prefer somebody with much more experience," he shrugged and Yuuri found himself blushing in thought.
Bambi? As in, oh dear, "What's that supposed to mean? Bambi? You mean a virgin, right?" he grumbled out, staring darkly at his friend. Sometimes Yuuri wondered how he was friends with the pervert Sage. Murata makes a laugh, and rolls his shoulders.
"I'm not a bambi," Yuuri huffed under his breath, turning his head around.
Sure, he might still be a virgin, but he knows a thing or two about that world, "And neither is Wolfram,"
"Oh, and you'd know that how?" Murata teased, rolling his head forward.
"Shibuya don't tell me you've been playing?" he questioned, eyes wide and leaning close to the young Alpha King. But seeing the face turn even redder, a colour that resembles a tomato.
"Relax Yuuri, I'm teasing you," Murata laughed and shakes his head once again. Watching as Yuuri's shoulders relax and the colour in his face slowly cooling, but still glaring at the Sage none the less.
"You're so easy to rile up today. What's all this about? Normally you're able to block me out? Ignore me," Murata frowned, his eyebrows pulling together and tapped his fingers against the wood. Yuuri had grown up a lot, Murata has noticed, he no longer gets riled up like a school girl.
It was odd that the King just did, "Has something happened?"
"I-I, I'll tell you later, okay?" Yuuri sighs messaging his temples and turning his head to the side. Murata frowns but nods nonetheless; he follows Yuuri's line of direction and notices two blondes at the docks. Lady Cäcilie stood as gorgeously as ever with long curls of gold rolling over her shoulder and pinned back into a tight bun, framing her emerald eyes just right.
She stood with her back arm and taking quite animatedly with one of the guards near them. Judging from the deep grey uniform, Yuuri realized the guard was from Conrad's squad. The guard turned red at something Lady Cäcilie said and Yuuri was certain she was flirting with him. Shaking his head, his deep swirling black eyes turned to the much small golden haired male. He felt his heart speed up just from looking at the Omega. Wolfram nervously shifted near his mother, moving his weight from one foot to the other.
His golden locks were covered mostly by a bear-like hat, a very familiar hat in fact, Yuuri was sure he had the same hat packet in his zip-up bag. He could just about see the white earmuffs underneath the hat, Wolfram wore what looked like a pure white fluffy coat that had the leather straps which had the tiny wooden fangs at the ends. He had on matching white scarf and gloves. Wolfram obviously didn't like to be where he was. Yuuri couldn't help but feel sorry for the man, he knew how embarrassing Cäcilie was like.
"Hmm?" Murata stared darkly at the young Alpha's face. Taking in the way his eyes followed Wolfram's every movement and the small twitch of his lips, like he wanted to smile. Murata knew the smell that was flittering from the young King, the smell of blackberries, running water and peeking owlish kisses. Oh, he knew that smell well.
People who weren't like himself, would brush the smell off, wouldn't even notice it in fact, but Murata, Murata noticed it all right. Rotating his head, he looks at Wolfram once more and his lips pulled into a smirk.
"So that's it,"
Yosh! Told yah I'd make it longer! Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it.
Madam Avilly, she is roughly the same age of Cecilie. She might be a year or so older.
Lady Elixus, she is a little older then Conrad but younger then Gwendal.
So this is where Yuuri pursuing Wolfram begins!
The next chapter should be along shortly ^_^