Hey everyone. So sorry about the long wait. This was held back because of a number of reasons, one being me going to University this September. I'm so nervous! Hmmm. I got this question, personal PM asking if I have a goal before I normally update. The answer to that is yes. Yes I do. Whenever I update a chapter, I normally wait until the comments it the next ten before updating. So for example: If my reviews are 32, I'll update when it's 40 or more. Get it? I do this so I know people area actually reading it. My next chapter is a lot longer then this, my beta has it right now, so it should be updated soon.
A thank you to, Hitomi65, Sachesan, Guest (1), Nickesha, Love Love Love KXZ, Kobato, Guest (2), Belldandy55555, Guest (3), Guest (4) and Maya for reviewing and having a read. I love reading all my comments. It makes me so happy.
This story is pure YuuRam - Yuuri/Wolfram
Other couples include - YozRad - Yozak/Conrad and Gweter - Gwendal/Gunter
Warning: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Gruesome, Blood-Spill, Alpha/Omega/Beta, Suggested Sexual Themes and MPreg
Yaoi/Slash/Shounen ai
A special thank you to my hardworking beta! StephyYuki!
Chapter 9
The Stealing Sea
"You what?"
Yuuri groaned rather loudly and rocked slightly on the spot. He sat in his chamber, the royal chamber on the boat. It was rather large compared to the other rooms; well, the only room that was roughly the same size belonged to Lady Cäcilie whose chamber was decorated in pale blackish, white and emerald.
However, Yuuri's chamber consisted of pure black, the colour of the Demon King. Only ones who had or are on the throne are allowed to use Black. He lay across the Queen Size bed with four polished wooden posts and the finest black silk. It reminded him a lot of his bed back at his castle, but at times like this, when the room is swaying, Yuuri could only wish he had his bed back at his home on Earth. It was small and cozy, with blue and white quilts. Not a single black dot on that bed. Oh, he missed it so much.
Sitting across from Yuuri, on the end of the bed sat not just the Great Sage, but also Yuuri's good friend. His best friend. Murata stared at the young Alpha in disbelief, "You kissed him?" he snorted out, his lips twitching as a bubble of laughter ran up his throat. Yuuri's face grew another shade of red from the other boys amusement, "Damn Shibuya, you sure know how to woo a man,"
"Shut up," Yuuri moaned, shaking his head and childishly throwing his pitch black pillow at the Sage's face.
Murata caught it of course, his round glasses catching the light from Yuuri's wide window, "Murata, I'm serious. I'm not joking," he grumbled, crossing his arms and leaning further back.
Murata's amusement fell from his face, a dark eyebrow raised and his lips curled into a tight smile, "You're not joking?" he spoke firmly, eyeing the young King. He let out a small sound from the back of his throat, when Yuuri nodded his head determinedly.
"Whoa. Didn't expect that when I got up this morning," Murata whispered to himself, lifting his hand and gently rubbing his chin while his head rocked forward in thought. Yuuri felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle as he looked everywhere but the Sage, feeling goose bumps crawling up his skin. He couldn't help but wonder what his best friend would say on the manner.
"Well, from the looks of it, you've really screwed up after all," Murata finally spoke causing Yuuri to roll his eyes. Trust Murata to state the obvious, "First of all, Yuuri. The kiss was way too fast, Wolfram had been here, what, a month at most? And if maybe Wolfram is your destined mate," he began and noticed the way Yuuri's eyes narrowed. His lips twisted into a deep frown, his hands gripping the silk underneath him. Murata couldn't help but grin at the reaction.
A mere sentence made this all and powerful Alpha coil, "Okay, Wolfram is most definitely your destined mate," Murata said, eyeing the way Yuuri relaxed.
He smirked to himself; Yuuri's Alpha seems to be acting out which was unheard of. Yuuri normally had a good grip on his Alpha, keeping him under control and hardly anyone has ever seen the true Demon King up close. Not since Yuuri turned 18, "Then patience is the important key to his heart, if you truly want to be with him and win his heart. Then patient is what you need,"
Yuuri sighed deeply, running his hand through his hair. He knew what he did had been way too fast and way to shocking for the golden haired Omega, but he couldn't help it. With a dark frown spreading across his face, Yuuri truly wondered if he could keep his Alpha in line and be patient. Could he or would he just lose control again?
"What if…what if I don't want to be patient?" Yuuri finally bit out, wincing from his own words. He could practically feel the inner Demon purr with thought at the sentence, agreeing with Yuuri's question.
Murata blinked once and then twice before chuckling, his lips twisting into a wide grin, "Well, I should have sensed that," he thought to himself, closing his eyes for a second, "Then you should be subtle," he began, looking at his dear friend with a close eye. His own dark swirling eyes taking in the young Alpha.
"Hints. Little brushes of the hands, small taps here and there. Little things, to show Wolfram that there really isn't any reason to be afraid," he shrugged, rolling his shoulders as he spoke. Yuuri just stared at the other boy in wonder, little hints?
"Don't come right out with it. Wolfram obviously knows that there is a possibility you two are destined mates. He just might be much more…conscious towards it then you. You also have to consider his upbringing. Wolfram might have seen a thing or two from the not-so bright examples of mates,"
Yuuri nodded with the words. He lips pressed tightly together and he rolled his head to the side. Murata has a point. Of course he does, when doesn't he? He's the Great Sage for a reason. Why didn't he talk to Murata at the very beginning? He could have avoided this whole mess, "I suppose you're right. I guess I had moved a bit hastily," Yuuri moaned, rolling his head forward depressingly. He wasn't even sure what had come over him, all he really knew was that it just felt right. That it was something he wanted.
"Seriously Shibuya," Murata laughed, reaching forward and placing his hand firmly onto Yuuri's shoulder, "Don't beat yourself up over this. This, these things happen, especially when it comes to destined mates and being an Alpha yourself. Your instincts will take ahold of ya'," he chuckled, laughing amusingly at the other boy.
It was a known fact that Alphas tend to lose themselves in the smell of their mate, without noticing it. Yuuri should be glad he didn't truly let his Alpha out, "Besides, what happened to the boys shouldn't be together thing? If I remember correctly, you were aspirant about not being gay?" Murata questioned, truly in curiosity.
He looked at the other male and tilted his head, he had always wondered if Yuuri was gay or something. But Yuuri had always been, well, almost like he was against gays or something, but Murata hadn't ever seen Yuuri chase skirts or even have a crush before. Before Wolfram, Murata would have thought, Yuuri was straight as an arrow. Apparently it would seem the small blonde had opened their Kings eyes. He removed the blind he wore, showing Yuuri another world, which, of course, caused another battle within the King that Murata decided needed to be put out before anything else happens.
Yuuri frowned again and shook his head, "I…it's still there. A small part of me still thinks boys shouldn't be together. That they can't marry! I mean, I can't marry another boy…" he whined, rubbing both sides of his head. Murata sighed, seeing the true confusion seep across Yuuri's face.
"It-I-I'm so confused! I was so sure that's what I'm supposed to do. Look for a Queen, a woman! I mean, I've met many beautiful men, hell, even Sara had kissed me! I was so relieved when I found he wasn't my mate. It wasn't because he wasn't the one, I mean, yes, that too…I thought it was odd if he was my mate, he's a man! I'm not supposed to marry a man, right?" Yuuri said, the words just flowing right out of his mouth.
After what he had seen on Earth, that poor boy being beaten up just because he had a crush on another boy, Yuuri thought he had gotten over this. Sure there was always that small tingle in the back of his head, but Yuuri swore he had pushed it all behind him. This…prejudice of his, he was slowly changing. Starting to accept it, but deep down, Yuuri knew he still thought it was wrong, but then… "But then Wolfram appeared and it was just right. I didn't even care he was a boy, a man. It didn't bother me at all. It felt so…good, I just wanted to ravish him in so many ways. It's different, my heart tells me one thing but my brain tells me another! Why? Why does it have to be so hard?"
"I think I know what your problem is." Yuuri looked up, and asked the question with his facial expression. His round tan face flush from embarrassment of admitting everything. Throwing everything out in the open, surprisingly it felt good that it no longer nagged at the back of his mind.
"You don't know how to feel about Wolfram because you're still under the delusion that it's wrong for boys to be with boys. It's just a silly hang-up you carried over from Earth, but it's standing in the way of you wanting to love Wolfram," Murata explained, his voice coming out firmly, "And at this rate, it will get in the way of you pursuing Wolfram, it might even do the opposite of what you want. It might make you push him away and you don't want that, do you?"
Yuuri frowned even deeper; his eyes seemed to darken as Murata's words sank in. Of course he didn't want to push Wolfram away, Wolfram made him feel better about everything and anything. It just caused confusion, is all. Could Murata be right? Could this just be a stupid and ridiculous thing he brought from Earth? "But that doesn't change the fact I'm supposed to be looking for a Queen, and producing an heir to be the next in line. If I marry a boy, we can't have kids, and there wouldn't be anyone next in line. I thought that was the whole point of having this mate thing,"
"Why shouldn't it?" Murata began, his lips twitching and spreading into a wide grin. To Yuuri's shock, Murata burst out laughing. And he kept laughing, for minutes on end, until he slumped over on the bed holding his stomach.
Yuuri gave him an exasperated look, "You're not helping," he whined, shaking his head. He knows what he wants; he knows he wants Wolfram to be with him, but this. It won't go away, this thought, it just won't. Yuuri was able to bury it, to try and look past it, but it was always there. And Murata laughing was not making it any better.
"Sorry…" Still giggling, Murata pushed himself up and wiped a tear from his eye, "Oh that was a good one, Shibuya. I'm going to be laughing over that one all night," Murata hummed to himself. Still snickering under his breath, he shook his head and gave Yuuri a look.
"Hasn't Günter taught you anything?" Murata asked incredulously, his voice slightly a higher tone then normally.
Obviously doing his best not to burst out into laughter again, "Oh dear, Shibuya…Yuuri. Wolfram's a Mazoku and an Omega at that, which would mean…" he trailed off, wiggling his hand about to the double black.
Yuuri's eyes grew wide, his mouth gapped in surprise, "You mean, he can have children!" he cried out, his voice hitching a new pitch as he spoke. Pure amazement and wonder appeared across his face, his black eyes seemed to suddenly shine as all the possibilities flickered through his mind.
"I wonder what mine and Wolfram's child would look like?" he thought suddenly, before shaking his head.
"You just know," Murata smiled.
"When you stop trying to think about it, and let your guard down, what you really feel is going to be right there, and you'll kick yourself for not seeing it all along," he hummed breaking Yuuri out of his thoughts, he looked at the Sage, his eyebrow raising.
"I mean it Yuuri. Look at what you're doing right now. You may not know Wolfram very well at the moment, but that will definitely change in the future. You know there's something about him, your Alpha instincts are growling at you because he's your mate. Push all that to the side, as well as that prejudice, I would say you'd fall in love with him within a month," he smirked widely watching Yuuri's face grow red.
"Or you're just afraid of the whole thing and using this 'boy's shouldn't be together' as an excuse. I bet Wolfram's probably as scared as you," Murata muttered out thoughtfully before shaking his head and looking dead at Yuuri.
"At the end of the day, you like him. You like him a lot, Yuuri. Even I can tell that and I've only been around you and Wolfram for what? A couple of hours? If you want it to work, I mean really work, then you need to discard that small voice in your head."
Yuuri inhaled deeply and rubbed the back of his head, "You know. Now that it's out, it really isn't as big as I thought it was," he chuckled, smiling widely and almost innocently.
"Maybe I am just scared of it all. I've never had a romantic interest before and I always just thought it would be there when I met my mate. Turns out it is there and it's a lot stronger than I expected. You could say, I haven't really let this hold me back, I had acted rash with Wolfram…kissing him and all. But it's been there, I just thought it would go away in time," he sighed deeply but still smiled. Feeling a lot better than before, especially now he understood his inner fight, no matter how stupid it was.
Wolfram; he is his mate and Yuuri could definitely tell that he'll fall in love with him sooner or later. There is no point in bringing this thing to Wolfram; it's better to get it out of the way now rather than later and risk the chance of hurting him. Yuuri felt his Alpha growl at that, no he wouldn't risk hurting Wolfram like that, "Thanks Ken."
Murata smirked widely and nodded his head, tilting his body backward slightly, "You just need to think things through more," he hummed, stretching his arms out and making a soft moan which caused Yuuri to roll his eyes, especially when Murata turned to look out of the window with a very familiar glint within his eyes.
"Have you ever been to the Land of Snow?" Yuuri questioned, turning his head to look through the window. He peered out at the rainy sky, hearing the soft pitter-patter of the water hitting the glass window. Almost like he was expecting to see the lands already.
"Land of Snow?" Murata repeated happily, his dark eyes widening as a thoughtful expression appeared across his face.
"A few times. Not in this life time thought. Oh~ Speaking of relationships with the same sex, I had, at one point fallen in love with a fellow woman once," he chuckled and Yuuri's face turned pink at the words. He felt strange, imagining his friend as a woman. Yuuri couldn't help but wonder what Murata would look like.
"Such a pretty little thing too. She was from the Nagi Clan in fact,"
Yuuri stared at the Sage with a gapping mouth, shock sneaking through his face, "The Nagi Clan? Just what are they known for? I don't remember seeing that Clan mentioned in any royal documents. Wouldn't that mean they aren't apart of the noble circle?" he pounded, scratching the back of his head lightly and rotating his head to look from the Sage back to the window, his eyebrows pulling together thoughtfully.
"The Nagi Clan used to be known for clothing," Murata explained, brushing his hair out of his glasses.
"Within the Land of Snow, is an amazing breed of creatures. All of which have their very own style of fur, some shed their fur, and others are able to shave their fur as the fur would grow back within two days and two nights. There isn't one creature there, that can't have their fur taken. Spectacular really. I've never seen such a thing; I used to spend a lot of time over there. They would sew the softest and warmest set of clothing ever," he hummed to himself, his eyes becoming glossed over as he fell back into a distant memory he had, "Beautiful colours, such wonderful handy work. Each set of clothing done by hand, even the noblemen and women would work on the fur. They were so determined."
Yuuri found himself smiling. Imagining the clothing, but his memory quickly turned to those wonderful creatures everyone seemed to keep mentioning. Not one person has described an animal yet; Yuuri wondered at first but then realized there might not be any words to describe them. Immediately, the smile fell from his face and Yuuri pouted. "Murata, you keep say 'were'," Yuuri began rubbing his chin and twisting on the bed to make himself much more comfortable, "What happen? Why did they…fall from everyone's grace?"
"They used to be favored by everyone. I'm serious, even the high courts would travel across the angry waters, just to be greeted by the Nagi Clan. To see the beautiful creatures and to relax from the scenery. People even fought over their products," Murata chuckled, taking his glasses off and cleaning them, he hunched his head forward and slid his glasses back up his nose.
"And Madam Avilly, she was everything every man or woman would want. You could say the perfect woman, much like Lady Cäcilie. Unfortunately, I hate to admit it, but Madam Avilly couldn't exactly stand up to Lady Cäcilie in beauty wise, but she certainly out beats Lady Cäcilie brain wise. Madam Avilly is very cunning," Murata said, looking back at Yuuri and giving him a pointed look, "She is pretty, no denial about that. Madam Avilly is very nice and kind, but she can manipulate you quite easily. It is said that Madam Avilly is no fool and whoever suggests so should be shot to death," Murata warned, holding a firm finger out to the young King.
"I highly suggest analyzing everything she says. She is very cunning and uses trickery a lot. Especially to get what she wants. I have no doubt there is something behind this invitation then to meet you, or to catch up with Lady Cäcilie. As I hate to say it, we can never be more careful than now,"
Yuuri stayed quiet, listening to everything Murata said. His eyebrows pulled together and his lips pressed tightly together, "I'm not to take it personally? It sounds as if it is a part of Madam Avilly's nature?" he questioned, his back arching and sitting up straight, reminding Murata of the King Yuuri surely is.
"Very clever, Yuuri," Murata smirked widely.
"You've caught on. Yes, don't take it personally. Madam Avilly is manipulative in nature. That does not fault what I've warned. Watch what she says and what you say. You do not want to say something which will later come back to bite you," he said, causing both males to just stare at one another. Yuuri stayed quiet, letting information sink in. Basically Murata was saying, Madam Avilly always has another intention behind her actions and that he has to pay close attention. Finally Yuuri nodded with narrowed eyes, determination on his face, much like the King he is. Murata couldn't help but be impressed with him.
"Now, what happens?" Murata slowly spoke, breathing deeply and running his hand smoothly through his black hair and pushing it off his face.
"Madam Avilly has been, at one point, held in the highest of courts. Nobody thought she could do any wrong. That was until, she gave birth to Lady Elixus. An Omega," he said, causing Yuuri to jolt on the spot. An Omega? Like Wolfram? "You can guess what happened after,"
Yuuri frowned and shook his head, "Childish. It's just so stupid," he snorted and rolled his dark eyes.
"Why are Omegas treated like this? From what I've read, Omegas are beautiful. Their hearts have not a single speck of hatred within it. They're the warmest and kindest people in the world; they've never done anything wrong. I don't get it, Omega's are known as the mother types," Yuuri frowned in confusion, scratching the back of his head and inhaling deeply. He tried desperately to hold down the growing anger that threated to burst out, he could feel his Alpha, the Demon King, stir within him but was able to keep control on the bubble.
Murata's face twitched, his lips pressing tightly together as he turns his head away. His shoulders swiftly seemed to hunch and become intense, his hands twisted and clenched the cloth over his knee."Hasn't Günter taught you anything?" he questioned, flinching himself at how harsh his voice had come out. He didn't mean too, it just happened.
Noticing the way Murata suddenly switched, Yuuri realized this was a tender spot, a sensitive thing but Yuuri didn't take it personally, "Ah, sorry," Murata sighed, running his hand through his hair, his dark eyebrows pulling together and his lips twisting, "It dates back to when Shinou ruled the lands," he explained half-heartedly.
Yuuri's eyes widened as he finally understood. It was then he realized Murata had never truly added to any conversations he had with Günter, Conrad and Gwendal about Omegas. If Murata could help it, he would avoid anything to do with Omegas. Maybe that was why he was so keen on helping Wolfram? Or maybe why he seemed to be warming up to Wolfram? Did he feel guilty about something? And hoping to redeem himself by helping Wolfram? Yuuri wondered if now that Murata and Wolfram were in the same area, the two would finally begin to bond. Yuuri wasn't sure if he liked the thought of that, he knew what Murata was like. For now, however, Yuuri decided to keep quiet and let Murata go through the motions.
"As you probably already guessed, Shinou was….still is in fact, an Alpha," Murata snorted, thinking back to the troubling Alpha and how annoying the old blonde is.
"I had never changed breed in any of my lives. I had never been anything else but a Beta. Look, Shibuya…" Murata began, breathing so deeply that his throat began to burn. He was a bit nervous, Yuuri had never seen the other double black so worried and nervous before, he couldn't help but be worried for the Sage.
"A lot of people had their suspicions, and I had never confirmed any of them. The ones who did know for a fact, had been gracious enough to not record it in history," Murata snorted, rolling his eyes as he spoke the word 'gracious' obviously disliking what had been done, "The reason I had never, I mean never, spoke of it wasn't because I regretted what Shinou and I had done. I did it in respect for her,"
"Her?" Yuuri thought to himself, blinking owlishly, "The Omega?"
Murata let out a saddened sigh, his shoulders sinking. His deep back eyes closed briefly as he struggled to keep in the great sadness that he had worked so hard to keep under-control, "She didn't deserve what they did to her. We tried to protect her, but the High Courts had over ruled Shinou. It was the first time Shinou had been so angry. He was the King, nobody ever went against him and let alone won!" he shook his head, slowly explaining and whining as he spoke the heart-breaking words.
He had tried so hard to keep the memory from surfacing, not wanting to remember what had happen that fateful day. "As you already know, I had the unfortunate pleasure to be courted by Shinou. Becoming his destined mate," he chuckled, the laugh was strain and dry though before sighing loudly.
"It was good, exceeding and exciting for the first few years. Our people thought we were the 'golden couple'. Despite it all, Shinou was still the play boy, flirting with almost everyone we met; thankfully he never soiled our destined bond. After our third year….we found I was unable to bare,"
Yuuri couldn't help but look down. Despite having just learnt that male Mazoku are able to bare children, it was a little odd to imagine his longtime friend a mother but he couldn't help the pang in his chest. The sadness he felt for Murata. It must have been tough back then. Suddenly, his head felt light, almost like he was going to faint.
His heart unsteadily began to speed up, pounding harshly within his chest. His hands shook in his lap and a freezing cold chill ran up his spin. Licking his lips, he felt them dry and crack. And his body trembled, like a bucket of freezing cold water had suddenly been thrown over him, but isn't wet. Reaching up, Yuuri tugged on the collar of his sweater, wondering why he suddenly had this sinking feeling. Like something had just happen, something he should know about.
"Nobody knew of course. We kept it to ourselves. The only other person who knew was Lady Rufus of Bielefeld," Murata smiled, his eyes softening as he thought of this Rufus. Yuuri tilted his head, especially at the word 'Bielefeld' that's the same clan Wolfram's from. Could they be related somehow?
"She pretended to be a man, because women weren't exactly allowed be anything other than house-women. She came to the castle during one of the balls, pretending to be a guard. She said she just wanted to see what it would be like to be a man," Murata laughed, shaking his head, "Rufus was kind and gentle, everything a man or woman could ever want. She had been there when Shinou and I realized I couldn't bear children at all. She had been supportive, cheering me up easily when I confided in her. Rufus easily became my best friend…" he breathed out quietly, his eyes lowering as he melted into sadness.
Yuuri shifted on the bed, he could see the despair rolling off Murata's shoulders. He leant forward and comfortingly placed his shaking hand onto the Sage's shoulder. Yuuri tried to ignore the intense wrong feeling of panic reeling around in his groins. When the other double black lifted his head and gave the King a strained smile, his lips twitching, he couldn't believe it could affect him so. Yuuri opened his mouth; just about to speak when he jolted backward. Blinking owlishly, Yuuri turned his head and scratched the side of his head.
"What just happened?" he thought out loud, pushing himself up fully and looked to the side. He could hear the distant whines and squeals coming from behind the wooden walls. Lifting an eyebrow, he edges to the side of the bed and pushes himself up fully, stretching his arms and legs.
Murata sighed to himself, rubbing his face and crawling off the bed himself, "The boat stopped," he mumbled thoughtfully, straightening out his wrinkled clothes and pushing his depressing thoughts to the back of his head, locking them away once again. He pulled his glasses off and cleaning them with the sleeve of his deep blue jumper.
Tilting his head, Yuuri pressed his lips together before walking to the door. The first thing he saw when he opened his chamber door was a maid that Gwendal had assigned to their party. She rushed down one of the many small hallways, her pale pink dress fluttering behind her. She looked worried and a little freaked out about something. Frowning, Yuuri stepped out of his chamber and walked further to the maid, "Did something happen? Why have we stopped," he questioned, pure concern laced in his tone.
The maid stumbled to a stop and looked up to the young Alpha King, "Heika-san!" she gasped out, her lavender eyes peeled wide and her cheery lips opening and shutting, much like a fish. She was pretty; there was no denial about that. The young maid had long soft curls of brown, light purple eyes glowed out from the pale skin with a dusting of freckles across her cheeks. She wore a pale cotton candy dress that had a row of bows across her chest, with a silky pure white apron laid out over it.
"Gomen Heika-san," she bowed in respect, coming to stop across from the young King. Yuuri flushed and waved his hand before the maid clapped her hands together in front of her lap. Carefully straightening herself out, but despite looking so clam and relaxed, fear and something else was bubbling in her lavender eyes. Something was wrong, and Yuuri couldn't prevent the pure worry from slowly creeping into his chest, "We…err…we had an accident,"
Yuuri stared at the small maid, "An accident?" he repeats in confusion.
The maid twitched on the spot, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. She looked more interested in something else then talking to the Alpha, Yuuri didn't understand it. What had happened that had riddled her up so much? Yuuri felt his stomach twist, had somebody hurt themselves? Just the thought made his already raging heart skip beats in panic.
"Shibuya, your face is turning white," Murata suddenly spoke up, coming to stop next to his friend. He leant forward to look at Yuuri's face and frowned. He couldn't be sick, could he? Yuuri was fine just a few minutes ago?
Feeling prickles run up the back of her neck, the maid inhaled deeply, "Gomen!" she cried out, bowing lowly and quickly running away. Both double blacks looked at one another before racing after the panicking maid. She ran onto the dock of the boat, both boys followed after and what they saw caused their worry to increase.
Almost everyone on the boat was on the docks. Yuuri's eyebrows raised, his dark swirling eyes scanning everyone on the wooden surface. The few guards leant over the edges, seemingly searching the deep icy water below, looking for something. Yuuri's lips twisted into a deep frown and he tilts his head, slowly walking to one of the boat's rails and peering over.
The water gushed around, slapping against the side of the boat making the wood wail and tremble. The longer Yuuri stared at the water, the more he found himself clamming, but then again, water is his element. A soft voice whispered from the water, a voice only Yuuri himself could hear, something had happened? Well, that was obvious but the harder Yuuri tried to focus on the voice, trying to hear it but the more he focused, the more the tingle from the back of neck grow more intense.
Pulling his attention away from the water, feeling quite light headed, Yuuri turned his attention back onto the skittering surface. Frowning even deeper, Yuuri reached up and rubbed the back of his head, he turns his attention to the side and notices Lady Cäcilie in the corner with her own personal maid. The maid was sitting next to her and gently patting her shoulders in comfort while the brunette maid from before had moved across the dock, and quickly assisting anybody she could. Yuuri scratched his head, his stomach coiled with the unsettling feeling, "Conrad," he called out, seeing the tall brunette with Yozak.
"Heika," Conrad spoke softly, turning to look at the young King and bowing his head. Yuuri swallowed the lump in his throat, seeing that even Conrad looked nervous about something and that look that Yuuri hadn't seen for a month was back.
"It's Yuuri," Yuuri muttered out, running his fingers through his hair.
"Did we hit something?" he questioned, turning his head to the side and glancing around the docks in worry.
"We haven't hurt anything, have we?" he asked, shuddering as he thought of what kind of creature was in the water they had accidently hurt? Gulping, Yuuri shifted on the spot and tilted his head to look up at the tall brunette.
Conrad gave his god-son a very strained smile and swallows deeply, "We…we've had a…err…" Conrad sighs, struggling to from words and after a few seconds, he breathes deeply and carefully wipes the back of his neck.
Yuuri frowns; he tilts his head to the side and glances around once again, his black pearls taking in everything slowly. Everyone seemed to be in some kind of panic, screaming, running, even crying. It un-nerved him, made his chest tighten and hands shake. Why was everyone so sad? A small itch nibbled at the back of his head and Yuuri inhaled deeply, remembering how his body had reacted moments before. Suddenly, he realized something and his lips spread wide.
"Where's Wolfram?"
As the sun moved high into the sky, the events of early that day was made known. Wolfram nervously stared at the walk way leading up to the boat. His throat felt dry and he couldn't breathe. Pushing his golden locks out of his face and shifting his weight from one foot to the other and swallowing the lump in his throat. Are they serious? He had to go on up this? Maybe he could try to make his 'mother' allow him to stay back at the castle. Wolfram glanced back at the castle before pouting widely and looking at the wooden walk way, it wailed as he slightly pressed his foot against the wooden surface.
"Wolfram," a familiar voice calmly called to him and Wolfram felt such relief upon seeing the tall brunette. His warm chocolate eyes oozing with kindness. Conrad smiles and leans down, placing a hand onto the blonde's shoulder.
"You don't need to be afraid of the boat," he chuckled, while Wolfram tilts his head up and smiles nervously up at Conrad.
Seeing that Wolfram wasn't about to walk up the platform alone, Conrad held his hand out, "We'll go up together, if you like," he said gently and Wolfram bit his bottom lip. His emerald eyes gaze down at the fancy wood and after what seemed hours, he smiles and nods his head.
"Alright," he says calmly and Wolfram curls his scarred hands around Conrad's.
Slowly, Conrad guided Wolfram up the walkway. He moved carefully, helping the blonde and watching in amusement as Wolfram arched himself over to peer down at the water with wonder on his face. As soon as the two stepped onto the boat, Wolfram ran to the boat rails and gripped the rails. He jumped slightly and pressed his stomach against the top part of the ledge, looking at the water with wide emerald eyes. Conrad chuckled, watching as Wolfram kicked his feet in excitement. Pushing his brown hair out of his face, Conrad turned his head while watching everyone moving across the boat and a loud earth shatter horn was blown.
Wolfram let out a breathy gasp, he throw himself backward and stumbled towards Conrad. He looked up at the area where the horn came from before snapping his head around when the gates slammed shut, the boat was cut off so nobody could leave the boat now. Wolfram stared in wonder at it with his knees buckling. A hand was placed onto his head and Wolfram arched his head backward to look up at Conrad, "The boat is starting to sail," he explained softly, tiling his head to the side.
The boat made a loud wail as the ropes tying it down were removed. Wolfram's lips opened wide and his emerald eyes opened wide, watching in wonder as the boat began to set sail. The deep black sail burst out wide from the cool wind that blew across the sky. Feeling his golden locks gently dance in the wind as Wolfram nervously returned the wooden rail and tilted his head back to look up at the sky. Noticing a skeleton like creature flying overhead, it paused in its flying pattern and waved at Wolfram.
Wolfram could feel the bubble of excitement growing even wider as he watched the creature, even finding himself waving back up at the skeleton creature. His fingers spreading wide as he waved. Wolfram didn't even notice he was a little childish! It was like he had stepped into a new land, into Wonderland or something? It was something he had never experience before and it felt amazing. Wolfram was not used to this; he was used to being locked from the sun, not bathed in the warm sunny rays. Everything was a new experience.
For the first time ever, Wolfram was even excited about what tomorrow will bring.
It didn't take Wolfram long to find his room, but settling into it was another story. The small blonde stood in his room, it was rather spacey. He had a smaller bed than the one back in the castle with snow white blankets; unfortunately Wolfram would have to sleep in it as the boat doesn't exactly have a barn like the castle. Wolfram wondered how well he'd sleep, if he could even relax in the blankets. Slowly, he touched the bed once more and winced at how soft it was; he had sat on it earlier and sank straight into the mattress. It was too soft, too-too something! Just like the bed back at the castle. His old bed was much harder, almost like wood and his body had adapted to it, molded into it.
Wolfram looked over at his large white bag, it was an odd contraption. Something from E-ARTH or Ea-r-th. Wolfram wasn't sure, he couldn't exactly say it, or think it really. It sounded so odd, like something out of this world. Crawling up to the bag, Wolfram pulled it onto his lap and ran his fingers across the rough surface.
He wondered what this Earth is like. Did they have things like this world did? Wolfram still couldn't believe there was another world out there, another world completely different to our own. It was amazing. Would he ever be allowed to go to Earth too, like everyone else? As the thought ran through his mind, Wolfram's eyes widened and he felt his shoulders hunch up.
That thought was bad. That was bad-bad! Wolfram whimpered to himself and hunched his head over, swallowing a painful lump that had appeared in his throat. He had lived as a slave for most of life, things like that should not be allowed for somebody like him. Breathing deeply, Wolfram pushed his soft locks off his face and chewed the inside of mouth. Feeling his stomach coil at the mere thought of being thrown to the curb, being forced to become a slave again and work in that Inn. The events in that Inn was something Wolfram didn't want to think about, but the people, Wolfram couldn't bear the thought of forgetting.
Wolfram wasn't sure how long he was in the room. The soft wood of his room glowed from the light streaming through the open window. A cool breeze entered his room and Wolfram pulled himself off the ground, he won't admit it but he might have had a small nap on the hardened floor, it was so much better than the bed which felt like it was made out of angel wings.
Wolfram's face flushed as he heard the grumble that came from his stomach. Was he allowed to go eat? Wolfram walked to the wooden door, feeling his knees buckling as he moved forward and nervously opened it. His stomach growled once more when he poked his head through the opening.
The small blonde weakly narrowed his eyes to peer down the familiar hallway, lit up with lanterns. It was just as beautiful as the rest of the boat, the smell of mint filled his nose and his cheeks darkened a little. He loved the smell, it was just so good and it made his mouth drool from the smell.
Wolfram couldn't help it, his stomach growled once more, reminding him that he was more than just hungry. Gulping, he slipped through the door and peeked back down the long wooden corridor. Sadly, he still couldn't eat big meals, big solid food, as his stomach couldn't hold it. It would always force him to throw it up. He couldn't take it.
Embarrassingly, Heika, Yuuri had even arranged Wolfram his own special soup as Wolfram would have his surprisingly favourite soup every day. A tiny smile appeared on his face, Wolfram lowered his head, remembering how he and Greta spent a whole day sitting in the gardens with one of the castles top chiefs brings many different kinds of soup, looking for the soup that would make Wolfram's taste buds dance. It had been a good day, it had been the most fun day Wolfram had; it's in his top five which is slowly growing every day.
Wolfram and the young Princess sat on a white blanket, looking for shapes in the sky and listing the different kinds of butterflies. The day had ended with Wolfram finding he adored Rose Chicken soup. It was an odd soup, one the Chef had accidently made and tried to prevent Wolfram and Greta from trying it. Wolfram, however, did try it and loved the taste. Rose Chicken, isn't exactly a chicken as it sounds, Wolfram had often wondered why it was called chicken if there really isn't any chicken in it. He found out Rose Chicken was a vegetable which isn't liked by most Mazoku or Humans. It reminded Wolfram of radishes, only a lot sweeter with a hint of bitterness on the edge. It was only later, did Wolfram find out Fire Mazoku used to love the vegetable, especially Omegas, once upon a time.
Shaking the thought from his head, Wolfram nervously turned a corner, hoping for some Rose Chicken soup. He quickly walked around and found himself turning redder when he realized he had gotten himself lost on the boat.
Awkwardly, Wolfram noticed a familiar maid walking calmly down a corridor. He thought about gaining her attention, but pushed the thought away as he remembered just who she is. Cäcilie's personal maid. The maid that obviously didn't take too kindly to him coming to the castle. She hadn't out right been cruel to him, just giving him looks and even once or twice, tripped him up. Thankfully nobody noticed it, it wasn't that Wolfram wanted to protect her, and it wasn't because he didn't want to cause any trouble. He can handle this, it really isn't anything in comparison to what he had to withstand back at the Inn!
Nervously, Wolfram walked up and down the corridors, shyly looking around himself. It didn't take him long to find the familiar steps leading up to the surface of the boat. Breathing deeply, Wolfram climbed the thick and heavy steps. He sighed in relief as the gentle breeze brushed against his face, rolling along his face and wiping the sweat from his skin. Slowly, Wolfram climbed back onto the familiar surface of the boat and was surprised to find it was empty. Nobody was on the surface and Wolfram frowned deeply, wondering why? Shouldn't there at least be one person up here, maybe a guard or something?
Wolfram shrugged and walked towards one of the rails and smiled, looking over the edge to see the lush sparkling water. It looked beautiful, just gorgeous. Wolfram hasn't seen the ocean ever, he had never been allowed to go to the beach or anything, so honestly this is the first time he had seen the sea up close and it had to be one of the most beautiful things he'd ever seen.
A lone bird glides through the air. Its long snow-white feathers shudder through the air as it flies gently, as if it was riding the winds itself, as if it was one with the wind. Its large somewhat-blue eyes skims across the sea, moving easily along with the sun. Wolfram tilts his head back when he notices the bird's shadow.
He gasps upon seeing the bird, it was gorgeous! He used his hand to shield his eyes from the sun, making his fingers as pointed as possible. His lips pressed together when suddenly a pure white feather fell from the skies above, dancing down towards him. Wolfram eyed the feather and reached his hands out, cupping them together, watching the feather gently land in them. He stared at the feather; it felt warm and soft against his skin. Finally Wolfram turns his head to the white bird flying carelessly over him. The bird looked much like an angel.
Wings fluttered softly, almost like it was caressing the winds. The bird swirls around, fluttering further through the air, making its way around the boat, circling it while dancing in the wind. The sun catches its feathers beautifully. Edging closer to the boat, the white bird gently twirls, flapping its wings much like an angel. Its shadow casing across the wood, gliding over Wolfram who watched with wide eyes.
The bird blindly fluttered over him, its long feathers ruffling gently as it moves through the streams of air, ignoring the little leaves that flung past him. Circling around the boat one last time, the bird gently lands briefly on the edge of the boat's rail, its claws digging into the wood and its big blue eyes staring blankly ahead at the tiny Mazoku.
Wolfram stared at the bird, and as he looked into those eyes he felt everything unfold. He felt so puzzled, so frazzled. His mind was all over the place, cloudy even, nothing made sense to him. It was as if everything he had ever known was thrown out the window, out of reach. Everything he had ever known had been flipped and suddenly, his head began to pound, like there was a hand inside his head trying to push its way out. Wolfram ducked his head, rubbing both sides of his temples.
The small blonde turned back to the bird, that was rather large in his opinion, pure white with long silver feathers, like a waterfall, shimmering silver feathers beautifully fluttered over the back of rail, gently swaying underneath the bird itself. Compared to the body of the bird, the tail was long, super long, was beautiful with differently patterned feathers gently caressing each other.
A long, white feather poked out of the bird's forehead, curling over and gently brushing against the side of its head with an orange peck and matching claws that clung to the rail. When Wolfram stared, the bird was strange. Like it was something right out of a fairy tale. Wolfram blinked when the bird tilted its head in the same direction of the tiny blonde. Pale lips open and shut in surprise, this bird isn't just any bird! He isn't normal...
As soon as Wolfram realized this, he stumbled backward. The excitement, wonder and amazement immediately drained away. The pinkness on his face paled away, and his face grew milky white as fear began to creep its way into his veins. Just what is this bird? Wolfram wondered to himself, stepping away. Wolfram hadn't realized he was close to the boat's rail behind him, and when the bird let out an ear-piercing screech Wolfram's heart, causing the small blonde to back away more, his heart pounding harshly in his chest.
His chest tightened and the feeling of a fist repeatedly punching him from the inside out made Wolfram sniffle, his eyes stinging and beginning to tear up while his arms curled up to chest and pressed against the soft white material covering it. He clenched the cloth and tugged it, he licked his lips and swallowed, feeling a painful coil flip up his spine, making his knees buckle.
Wolfram let out a breathless gasp as his lower back bumped into the wooden rail. He moved his hands back to the wood and clenched it tightly, staring wide eye at the un-familiar bird. His heart practically stopped in his chest when the bird shrills and leaps into the air, charging full speed towards Wolfram.
And then? Well, honestly Wolfram wasn't sure. Everything blurred around him and faded as he felt his body tip. Sharp claws ripped into the top of his head and pulled him backward, a soundless cry left his mouth as the wood underneath his feet disappeared. Wolfram found himself being tipped backward, his back arched and twisted painful as he rolled backward over the rail and off the boat.
Clenching his eyes as his body fell into the freezing cold water. The water washed over his body, soaking into his bones and freezing his limbs. He couldn't move and his throat dried, burning painfully. His toes and fingers curled tightly while his lungs felt like they were going to burst any moment. His view began to blacken, something white was crawling into the corners of his eyes. He wished Thorn was here. And Lucas. He wished he could see them. Everything flashed before him as he felt himself growing drowsy, droopy. Tiredness seeped into his muscles. He wished for anybody to be here, even Cäcilie and her bone crushing hugs.
Briefly, a very small thought seeped across his mind.
Would he never see Yuuri again?
So? What do you think? I tried to change Yuuri a tiny bit. Some character growth if you will. I like writing the naïve and innocent King, but sometimes, he needs to be strong and brave. Oh yes! That bird is connected to it all and no, it won't be forgotten. You won't see if for awhile.
Um...I don't know if this is a spoiler or not. For this arc, this will be the last of Wolfe being hurt. Kind off, I mean he will have something to do but it will be somebody who will be hurt in his place...is that a spoiler?