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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! Heartlessly Awesome!
Chapter 10
Tears From Above
The air around him felt stuffy; stiff that it made his throat itch and it was difficult for him to breath. He struggled to breath, and the feeling of sinking filled him up once more.
When he was young, he used to have these dreams of falling. Falling from something he couldn't ever remember. All he knew was that he was falling from great heights, but would then always wake before he hits the ground. That was an average nightmare he had ever since he could remember but every now and then, he would have a different dream.
It was a nightmare, just as all his dreams were, but this dream was one that always had him in pure cold sweat. He would be trapped on the ground, sinking, and no matter what, he couldn't pull himself up. No matter what, he couldn't stop himself from sinking. He would never wake up normally, though. He would wake up right before the most terrifying moment.
However, in this dream, he would wake up when he thought he was just about to die; When he couldn't see anymore, and when he was short of breath and his wind pipes were being brushed; Just as his heart would stop in his chest, his eyes would spring open and he would find himself in a muddle of tears, panic and fear. Nothing would calm him down, not even Thorn's gentle coos. Sometimes, this would result in his Master and Mistress punishing him for waking them up. Because of this nightmare, he would spend more than one night in the basement of the Inn.
Feeling the coldness, wetness, and sloppiness seep around him gives him the scary impression of sneaking through the ground he laid upon. He could feel the little specks pressed against his skin move around him, and against him, and pulling at him. He felt tired and his muscles felt like they had become slush.
Why was he feeling this way?
Just as the thought passed his mind, bitter and chilliness pierced his lower part of his body. Oddly, it had an edge of warmth as if he had the same treatment for hours already and his body had adapted to it. Another wave of frosty and frigid washed against the back of his legs, licking and nipping at him.
Automatically, Wolfram popped up into a sitting position. His emerald eyes sprinted open and as soon as he was upright, his nose twitched and wiggled. Wolfram sneezed loudly, hunching himself over and cupped his nose as he sneezed once more. His shoulders trembled painfully and held himself in that positon for a few more minutes, his eyes clenched shut and his bottom lip shaking. Swiftly, a minty breathe rolled up his spine as he heard an earth-shattering growl coming from above him. He tilted his head back to look up at the sky.
The once beautiful – no – gorgeous blue sky was as bright as snow with black mold crawling towards him. The cloud blemished its bliss-blueness to the colour of a fire's smoke. The world became as dark as it was in the Inn's basement, cutting off every living light possible. Wolfram's heart pounded in his chest as he turned his head around, his eyes scanning the buckling, heaving sky that looked fit to collapse down on him. Confusion in his deep green eyes with fear looming on the sights.
"What's going on?" Wolfram thought anxiously, the golden hairs standing up on end on the back of his neck in alarm. His stomach coiled as he heard another growl, a growl similar to that of a hungry animal clawing over him, preparing to strike down its prey. A scream of angst was another thing.
Wolfram found himself thinking that somebody was doing this. He could smell it on the sickly bitter air around him. Wincing, Wolfram snapped his head down when he found his hands stinking. His eyes widened briefly before softening as he found the tiny cuts littering his fingers, his hands re-opened.
"Sand?" he mouthed, no sound escaping his mouth as he took in the tiny grains of sand clinging to his pale hands leaking watered down pinkish. Frowning deeply, he popped his bleeding fingers into his mouth first, grimacing from the sandy taste but regardless licked at the painful wound.
While Wolfram tended to his small wounds, he slowly looked around himself. Noticing he was soaked through, his skin burned as the material rubbed against him. Sand laid all over him and when Wolfram sneezed harshly once more, sand fell from his hair, raining down on his shoulders and hands.
Prickling scratches across him and his feet repeatingly twitched, wiggling in the sand before Wolfram noticed a few of his soft hair began to stand up straight. His mouth gaped and something told him it was a bad idea to stay where he was. His stomach twisted tightly, like a hand was inside him punching against him before Wolfram forced himself up. His knees buckled and wiggled like his legs were made of jelly, or cream ready to fall apart at any moment. Wolfram could feel his legs were about to give out as soon as he was up on his feet. He swallowed a lump in his throat and forced himself to walk, his left foot twisting oddly and Wolfram dragged it along while losing feeling in his foot.
Wolfram's eyes burned, everything around him was blurred and fading in and out of focus. Just as he struggled to pull himself over a large, soaking wet stone, there was an explosion like a sonic boom. Wolfram felt his heart jump in his chest and turned to peer over his shoulder. Mere inches from where he was sitting, lightening had hit. The ground was singed with blackness and specks of white. Branches of coldness spread in his chest as Wolfram realized he had been very lucky. He could have been killed!
Wolfram sighed to himself, pushing the sandy hair from his face and looked around, his eyes searching desperately for the owner of the voice who had told him to move, the one who had most definitely saved his life out there but saw no one in sight. Sucking a deep breath, Wolfram twitched and shook, noticing a lone oak tree hidden underneath what seemed to be a cliff of some kind. Wolfram was quite sure, but forced himself to move towards the tree.
He made it just in time as another clanking sound could be heard from the angry sky. It was as if a huge anvil was being dragged across the vault of heaven against its will. Branched lightning lit up the blanket above him. Buzzing and hissing, they trembled with the anger of somebody's great, possible anger of being shackled to the sky for such a long time.
Breath hitching, Wolfram ducked his head and turned to climb onto one of the many large greenish stones. Pulling himself further and further off the ground, like it was some kind of massive stair-case. He curled up as tightly as possible, pressing himself firmly into a small crank. It hit the tree. Lightning is the megawatt smile of nature, but there was nothing friendly about the terawatts of violence it unleashed. It hit the shaggy head of the tree with an explosion of branched lightning-flame that shook the old man to his very core.
Wolfram's own heart wasn't doing too well. It felt like it was running on and on, coursing pain to flare up from his toes to the tip of his head, biting at his nose and ears. He had never felt so cold before – so cold that he could freeze at any moment. He wet his lips as he took in the wreaths of steam rising slowly from the soak, bright redness burned at the wood, all that was left of its poor soul. Golden, red and orange danced across the tree where he had been standing mere moments before.
The smell hit Wolfram full force, making the young Mazoku blink twice, his emerald eyes watching ever curve the flames made. He eyed the way they danced like snake tongue nipping, consuming the branches of the tree, forcing it to fold in on itself. Light emanated from the tree, bringing light from the darkness and Wolfram found himself short of breath, his heart skipping a beat.
Slowly, like he was in a daze, Wolfram slid closer to the edge of the stone he sat upon. As he draped his legs over the edge, he used his right hand to brace himself against the moist stone while his left stayed out, his fingers fanning out as wide as they could go, moving closer to the flames. It was almost like a hand of roaring fire mixed together, reaching out to return the gentle touch of Wolfram's. And just as their fingertips were about to touch, the sky crackled and tiny drops of desolated sorrowfulness rained from the heavens, smoothing the flames and casting them away in an instant. Grief-sickening the once beautiful and mighty oak tree to nothing more than a leafless black soughed mess, steam gloomily tried to escape the broken water, only to have the water pitifully kiss it back rightfully.
Wolfram stared blankly at the black crisp tree, his arm still reached out and grew numb every moment. His dirty blonde hair stuck to his face, a long blonde hair curled across his forehead and laid between his large emerald eyes. His mouth was slack and hanged open a little, his long eyelashes shadowed the top part of his round cheeks. Wolfram panted, his chest tightening and his fingers wiggled. The muscles within the tiny skin sacks clenched and unclenched, screaming at him that something wasn't right.
Ever so slowly, Wolfram's breath hitched and he shakenly brought his hand back, curling said hang up and holding it close to his chest, Wolfram tilted his head thoughtfully, his head beginning to pound even louder than before. The feeling of rain repeatingly touching him made Wolfram light-headed, his insides flopping much like a pancake and he felt the need to brace himself firmer on the stone, feeling as if he was about to spill everything inside his stomach.
Eventually, Wolfram felt safe enough to climb back to the wet-sand. It slouched around his feet. Blinking weakly, Wolfram looked down at his quivering hand and back to the tree, his light-tone eyebrows pulled together in confusion. What was that? And why did he react that way? Wolfram knew he was supposed to be a Fire Mazoku, but he couldn't summon fire or anything.
Wolfram had never felt such a strong pull towards his element before. The only time he had ever been so close to fire was in Thorn's bedroom, sitting in front of her tiny fire-place. Even then he had never felt such a pull before – the pull to touch, to dance, to breathe, and to soak it in. Honestly, it frightened him. Wolfram had long since accepted that he might never be able to cooperate with fire. The small blonde shook his head furiously.
Wolfram hunched over a little and breathed as deeply as he could. He couldn't think about it, he couldn't pounder on it anymore, the sickness grows stronger in his stomach. Just how much salt-water had he accidently consumed while at sea?
Wolfram hiccupped and sneezed once more, noticing for the first time that he had lost his left shoe. Making an odd sound from the back of his throat, Wolfram slowly crouched down and ran his scarred fingers across the bare foot. Noticing not only had he lost his shoe, but also the sock? Pouting, Wolfram wiggled his toes and lightly touched the tip of them.
Relief filled his veins as he felt the small touch, which meant his foot didn't have any damage to it. Pushing his sticky hair out of his face, he removed his shoe with a shrug and placed it onto the stones behind him, before stuffing the sock into it. It was rather useless to have one, and it would be easier to walk without it. Wolfram rubbed the back of his head, gently massaging the pulsing throb that stretched across the area. He would just have to be careful while walking.
Looking at the sea, Wolfram nervously scanned the rolling water for any signs of a boat. He couldn't be too far from the Moah's boat, right? He couldn't have been out for more than a few hours? So many questions filled his head, which only made Wolfram even more anxious and the scary realization roared to life in his mind. It was the first time he had ever been truly alone. Even back at the Inn, when he was punished, thrown in the ditch or basement, even the attic, Wolfram wasn't alone. Thorn or Lucas would always sneak in to see him, to sneak him food, whispering comforting coos and stories. When he entered the castle, Wolfram had never truly been alone. Even when he had been left to his own tools, a guard or maid had been around, keeping an eye on him. When Wolfram would sneak out to the barn, the Moah, Yuuri, had noticed. Somehow the King had realized Wolfram had left the castle and came after him.
Automatically, the painful tremor filled his chest. Wolfram made a small hiccup and pressed his knees tightly together, rubbing his forearms in hopes to generate heat. His bottom lip shook and Wolfram crouched down as far as his sore legs would allow him, tucking his head between his knees. Melancholy chewed through his veins, sadness ran its claws along his chest. Wolfram wasn't sure if it was the rain, or if he was crying, but his face grow hot and the muscles inside his face tensed and his view was beaming with blurriness. The mere thought of never seeing the double black again forced him to stiff while he curled up, all his toes stretched out and crossed.
He shut his eyes tightly and bit his bottom lip harshly. He had never felt like this before, it was intense and Wolfram's mouth hung open; he couldn't breathe. The thought kept rolling around his head; he couldn't breathe, and he couldn't breathe. Wolfram could even hear his heart beat, which was raging on painfully. Wolfram had been embarrassed before, and had been sad before. All those times, he would feel his heart beating in reaction to it, but it had never been so – so… Wolfram wasn't sure. He had no words to describe how he was feeling.
"Is this because…because the Moah – Yuuri is my…mate?" Wolfram thought, carefully lifting his head and cupping his mouth and swallowing a large lump in his throat.
He closed his eyes once more and struggled desperately to calm himself down. He couldn't help but feel as if this was normal – that this was how all mates would feel if they had been ripped apart? If this was how all Omegas were supposed to feel, "It hurts so much…" he thought, wretched, reaching up and rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. He shakes his head and frowns deeply. He couldn't be negative. Clenching his hands, Wolfram hiccups and nods slowly to himself. He had to be positive, his mother and brothers had done so much to find him and bring home from the Inn.
Wolfram is sure they're sifting the sea for him. They couldn't be too far from him, Wolfram is sure they would come and find him within a few hours, "Y-Yes! Be positive, Wolfram! They'll come and find me…"
Making a broken whimper, Wolfram forces himself up onto his legs. He sniffles and rubbed his reddening nose. Slowly, he holds his hand out, feeling the rain tap against his palm. He realizes he has to get out of the rain. Even though he held no connection to Fire, he was a heat demon which meant he was incredibly weak in cold weather. Snow and rain, both made him sick. Wolfram's pretty sure he has already caught a nasty cold, and if he wanted to be reunited with his family again, then he should find somewhere good for them to spot him from the ship.
With that thought in mind, Wolfram turned his head and looked at his surroundings. He shivers from the bitter weather but holds it in. His eyes roll around the odd beach. He had never been to a beach before but he knew of them – he read about them. Saw pictures of them in those books Conrad had shown him before, the books from Ea-rth. It was odd writing so Wolfram couldn't read it but the photos were beautiful. He secretly hoped that one day he would be allowed to see one for real.
However, the beach he was on right now was nothing like the beauty those books held. This looked almost evil, like something out of those horror tales Lucas would read to him before receiving a good hit to the head from Thorn. The sand looked almost deep brown rather than soft yellow like he had originally expected. Wolfram wasn't sure if it just normally looks like that or if it was from the pouring rain. Either way, he sent a creepy chill down his spine and what more is odd for the small blonde was that there wasn't really any trees around. The more Wolfram anxiously scanned around himself, the more he noticed it wasn't one of those beaches connected to a forest.
The cliff was rather high and stretched on as far as he could see, a few oak trees littered the stones such as the one that had been burnt, and Wolfram even noticed a small selection of them had been burnt. So the lightning hadn't been just where he had been. Wolfram couldn't help but feel relieved knowing that he wasn't a target. At least he wasn't about to be killed by lightning, and as Wolfram glanced up at the sky, flashing lights no longer appeared. Whatever was happening with the weather, it looked as if the storm was going to past soon.
Moving closer to the cliff's edge, Wolfram sighed as he was shielded from the rain by the tip of the cliff that arched over. He noted there was a risk of being crushed by a loose stone, but being a Fire Demon, it was better to be crushed then have his inner candle blown out. Well, that's what he had heard anyway. It wasn't like he had a chance to try the theory nor does Wolfram even want to try it.
Shrugging it off, Wolfram turned his attention back to his left foot. It was slightly puffy compared to his right foot, and like he originally discovered, he still had feeling in it only it was a little heavy and hard to move. He wasn't completely sure why, but he knew he hadn't broken his ankle or something. So with that in mind, Wolfram ws careful as he could, began to walk along the small trail hoping it would lead to an opening or something that could help him. With a small sigh, Wolfram climbed over another stone and glanced back at the sand. It would be great if he could call upon fire. He could use some of the un-touched trees and make some kind of signal. Wolfram has heard of humans and none fire Mazoku make fire with just sticks or stones, but Wolfram doesn't know how to do that and he had only heard of it; he had not read about it in the many books he had stolen/borrowed. He does not have a rather large and growing collection of books under his bed, taken from the royal library. No, he does not. Neither does he have a few books from Ea-rth that had mysteriously gone missing. Nope.
Dragging himself further along, creating a trail behind him from the sand. Wolfram eyed the stones wearily, noticing all of them were odd colours and stacked in strange ways. The further he walked, he closer he noticed he was getting to an odd carving on a stone. It had seaweed clinging to the sides of it with a carved in swirl-like symbol. He brushed the tips of his fingers along the neat bumps. Wolfram pulled his eyebrows together in confusion, why would you create something such as this only to leave it in a place like this? Craving something like this had to take some time. Wolfram crouched down and pressed his fingers against it, noticing how smooth the cuts were.
Just as Wolfram was about to pull away from the stone, a ray of pure sun-light filled up the area he crouched down within. Blinking in surprise. Wolfram felt a warm breeze blow against his side and he swung his head around to stare at the beach and found the dark, gloomy clouds roll on by leaving in its wait a blue blanket. Even though the dark clouds had past, the sky was not clear nor was it the most brightness and shiniest sky. It still possessed a grey and white clouds, the sun was just peeking out from behind the clouds shyly.
It gave Wolfram the expression that the person who had created the storm, was still in a fool moon and Wolfram cloud still see the awaiting stormy clouds on the edge, preparing to reclaim the sky at any moment. Mouth gapping slowly, Wolfram's eyes growing wide and he tilted his head back to look up at the sky. No, no it couldn't be? Wolfram's hand curled together and pressed against his chest, his hair being flushed from his face from a nice breeze and his heart skipped a beat.
"Yuuri…" he mumbled without noticing, the young double black Alpha King flashed across his mind's eye. Wolfram felt his face heat up, he had heard rumors that the King had the ability to affect the weather. Wolfram had the pleasure to witness the Alpha King make it rain, as Shin Mazoku didn't have a water crisis for years since Yuuri had come. Yuuri's element is water, so it was only logically he would give his Kingdom as much water as possible, making sure their crops grow to the best they could, but Wolfram never believed Yuuri had the ability to make something like that happen! A storm like that, Wolfram had never seen one so powerful or angry before. Hell, whenever it rains, he normally stays inside.
Could it possibly be Yuuri reaching him? At the thought of it, Wolfram had to clench his eyes shut from embarrassment. He couldn't be pleased at the thought… could he? No – he couldn't! But as the thought passed his mind, Wolfram suddenly remembered what had happend last week during the dance, the thought had quickly turned Wolfram's face bright red and his skin to prickle. Wolfram had never been so pleased that nobody was around to see him react this way. His knees shook and twisted together while he made a soft squeal. Wolfram rubbed the palms of his hands along his rounded cheeks and whined to himself thoughtfully.
He snapped from his thoughts when he heard an animal-like sound. It came out of nowhere and made Wolfram jolt from surprise. He blinks a few times and turns his head to search for the owner. His eyes lowers to his feet, slowly swiping along the stone for any smaller animals. Wolfram puffed his cheeks out while his lips twisted into a small frown. Wolfram had grown up with animals. He knew animals like the back of his hand, knows what makes what sounds and the sound he had heard was familiar but yet it wasn't.
It made him grumble to himself, walking out from the cliff to bathe in the little sun-light streaming through the clouds. As he walked further out, sighing as he felt the now warm sand roll up around his skin, he noted the sand was in fact a deep brown colour and not the golden colour it was supposed to be, but that wasn't what made Wolfram stop dead in his tracks. Oh no. Wolfram found himself wretch in two, half in relief and half in concern. His green eyes spotted a row of foot prints, pair-shaped foot prints that only Makaou or Humans had. They lead from the rolling waves. Wolfram was relieved somebody else was here, somebody who could help him and yet, fear for who would be on an island as dark as this?
Gulping, Wolfram turned his head to look at the footprints. He breathed as deeply as he could, his hands twitching while he dragged himself after the footprints and noticed they were leading towards the left side of himself and when he looked, Wolfram gasped loudly. Finally, he stumbled across the opening. The cliff seemed to split into two, as if something rather large had walked straight through it, creating a wide split in the stones. What seemed to be a sandy pathway, leading further into it, and on the other side, Wolfram noticed it had in fact transpired into the beginning of a clearing. Thick trees curled out around the tunnel, the roots severing through the sand and wrapping around the heavy stones of the cliff or what looked to be a cliff. And what un-nerved little Wolfram was that the foot-prints lead into the clearing. He could see high, and thick grass standing as if it was waist length looking as if it would be difficult to move throw.
Brushing his hair from his face once more, Wolfram checked himself for any other living organism and when he found none, his attention swirled back to the opening. He tilts his head thoughtfully, puffing his cheeks and digging the hills of his feet into the drying sand. Placing his hands to his side, Wolfram slowly began to pull himself forward, he winced as his left foot throbbed briefly before fading away once more. His mind screamed at him that it was a bad idea to follow the prints, they could belong to anything which would want to bring him harm, but he had no other options. There was a chance the royal boat wouldn't even spot this island, Wolfram wasn't sure how big the island is. It could be very small and easily over looked. On the other hand, the owner to the prints could be very kind and be more than happy to help him. The other being on the island could be much like Thorn for all he knows.
Inhaling sharply, Wolfram closed his eyes to brace himself to gather as much courage as possible before finally and wearily beginning to approach the mouth of the opening. With every step, he felt his stomach coil and belly-flop. Gravity was surely doing its job, tearing its claws into his bare feet and making Wolfram struggle to move his legs. Anxiously, Wolfram approached the tunnel and peered through. Just as before, all he could see was the tall thick grass and trees. There was nothing else in sight, Wolfram shuddered as he felt a gush of cool air come from behind him, almost like it was pushing him towards the opening.
Shovelling towards the thick trees, Wolfram curled his hands around the blocky branch and hoisted himself up further the tree. He swung his feet up onto one of the many large roots, Wolfram glanced down at the roots and noted it was roughly the thickness of his arm. Tilting his head to the side, Wolfram gulps and shifts on the roughness of the roots, glad to have his feet out of the sand.
The sand was beginning to make his feet itch and sting. Sighing quietly to himself, Wolfram leant against the tree to catch his breath. He whipped the sweat from his brow and turned to look around himself. Wolfram peered over his shoulder to the ground, which lead into the meadow or whatever it was. His sandy eyebrows raised in surprise, the bitter brown sand rolled around and below the roots before slowly mixing with little pebbles of dirt. Wolfram carefully crouched down and peered at the odd ground, sand and dirt, or mud, or whatever it was. He reached his hand wearily and pressed his fingers lightly against the odd ground, noticing it was two different textures. The softness of the sand and the hardness of the pebbles, both of which rolled between his fingers. Wolfram had never seen anything like this before, the more he propped the ground in fascination, the more his mind turned and brought up expirations.
Wolfram tilted his head backward to look further into the grass and smiled in amusement when he noticed the sand had completely melted away leaving dirt behind. Slowly, he nodded his head. It looked normal, natural. It made sense to him, after all, he hadn't been allowed outside the Inn much when growing up. Most of the time it had be in the Inn's grounds and no further, only when he reached ninety years he was finally allowed to do delivers but that was it.
Twisting on the root, Wolfram lowered his back leg and as carefully as he could, climbed back down. He flinched as two substances pressed against his feet. A shudder went up his spine while he hunched over and moved against the roots, looking nervously into the high brushes awaiting ahead of him. Reaching his hands out, he noxiously pokes the thick grass and automatically felt calmer. His lips twisted into a small smile, turning his head to look at the large flowers all of which had their brightly coloured petals, plants he had never seen before, and that's saying something as he was raised by a gardener.
Wolfram's more than sure Lucas would love this place. At the thought of the red-haired human, Wolfram found his stomach bubble with sadness, the intense feeling of longing filled his veins and Wolfram sniffled. He misses him greatly. Lucas was like his father even though the two was close in age, maybe it would be better to call him an older brother then father, but that's what Wolfram feels towards him. Lucas had always been there for him. Thorn too of course, but Lucas was able to be by his side 24/7 as both were males. Lucas had never left him on his own, especially when Wolfram had been placed on garden duty for a month when he was thirty-years-old.
Wolfram smiled as he thought of that month. It had been one of the best moments of his life. He had been barely older than a young child, just stepping into what humans would say teenage years. The young blonde had jumped straight into gardening, but being a curious young child that he was, Wolfram kept interrupting the older males' work by showing him all kinds of creepy crawlies he could find. Wolfram could still remember Lucas's face when he held up an extremely slimy worm with a questioning pout. Lucas had been horrified that Wolfram had quite casually picked the long worm up and brought it to him.
Wolfram had learnt that there were kinds of worms that were a bit poisonous. It wouldn't kill somebody, but it would make somebody bed ridden for days. The slime on it would course a reaction when it touched skin. Lucas had automatically grabbed it and thrown it before the worm was taken by a brown bird. It had no effect on Lucas as he wore thick and heavy green gloves, but Wolfram had not. He had been bare, Lucas freaked out expecting the small blonde to come down with a fever within minutes. Lucas had very much acted like a worried parent before Thorn thumped him over the head. The slime had little effect on Mazoku, especially Fire Mazoku who would immediately begin to burn the fever out of his system. So in a way, Wolfram really did react to it. That had been the day Wolfram had first heard the words, 'Lucky Bastard'.
Shaking his head, Wolfram briefly clenched his eyes shut and finally pushed the taller flowers apart to get through. Once he stepped onto the dirt, Wolfram felt a spooky chill roll up his spine from the feeling of the dirt licking at his bare, wounded feet. Normally, something like this wouldn't bother him but for some reason it did. Wolfram wondered if maybe he had grown used to wearing nice and soft shoes. When he was at the Inn, he had to wear broken down shoes, sometimes even bare foot.
At the thought, he wiggled his toes and Wolfram sighed to himself. Pushing his hair from his face, Wolfram tilted his head down to look at the ground, hoping to see the footprints in the mud. His large emerald eyes rolled across the dirt, searching for any indents in the ground. He found them. Making a low, soundless gasp, Wolfram jolted backward. Yes, he found the prints, only they weren't human footprints. Wearily, Wolfram stepped closer and carefully crouched down, lightly dancing his fingers over the large print. It was much bigger than his own hand, surprise-surprise. His stomach coiled and he panted harshly while rolling his fingers around the curve of the mould.
"They l-look like…animal prints…" he thought to himself, rolling his head to the side. Definitely animal-like. Only the normally round toes of the tone was jiggered and sharp looking, as if the owner had their claws out. Swallowing a large lump in his throat, Wolfram stood up and nervously pressed his hands together. Did the growl he heard earlier belong to this animal? If so, then it was much closer to him then he originally expected. The mere thought of it made him whimper in fear. It could be a very dangerous animal. What if the person Wolfram was trying to find had already been killed or eaten by the animal?
Wolfram was ripped from his thoughts when he heard a very familiar animal grunt, like air being blown out from a snout. His eyes widened and his teeth pressed together while his hair stood on end. He heard the soft crackling ahead of him, his heart beginning to pick up, thumping harshly and making his fingers twitch. Something big and hairy appeared, moving out from behind the trees. Wolfram gasped for breath, slowly backing away, his hands shaking. Just as he lowered his left foot, a loud snap echoed through the air as his foot hit against a small branch. The large hump of fur shifted, shaking slightly before it turned and stood up on its hind legs. Small, beady eyes flashed in the small light they possessed, turning to look at Wolfram. Its large snout twisted before its furry lips reeled back to reveal a full set of fangs, a loud growl escaped its mouth and began to approach Wolfram faster than anything he had ever seen before.
Shaking, Wolfram backed away, the back of his feet bounced against one of the many roots sticking out of the mud causing the young Omega to crash to the ground. His rear-end thumped against the ground and he began to growl away backward, short of breath. The animal bellowed through the tall grass, rising its heavy clawed paws, looking like it was just about to strike the little Omega down. Wolfram turned his head and closed his eyes, preparing for the strike; for the pain. His back shook, he could feel sweat trickling down his skin, and just as he was expecting the pain to come, something very hot and wet ran across his cheek instead.
Dumbfounded, Wolfram's eyes snapped open and blinked furiously up at the animal. Said animal made a loud grumble of a whine, and sniffed him before running its large rough tongue along Wolfram's face again. Poor Wolfram could do nothing but sit there in shock. This creature was massive, much bigger than himself. It could certainly tear him to shreds within a second, only it was acting all cuddle and warm, like it wanted to curl up on his lap and sleep.
"Billio?" a childlike voice called out suddenly, making Wolfram to jolt on the spot.
The creature, hearing what Wolfram assumed was his name, backed away quickly and turned rather fast, just as a small figure walked somewhat gracefully through the tall brushes and smiled brightly at the animal, "Billio, you shouldn't run off like that. I was worried," a small girl spoke warmly, looking at the creature and running her hand through the thick fur before finally noticing him.
"What are you doing here?"
Wolfram blinked furiously, looking at the child's bright sapphire eyes. She looked generally surprised to see him there. She was roughly the same height of Greta back at the castle, maybe a little shorter even with shoulder length sandy blonde hair pulled into twin pony-tails that hanged down, tied up with a pair of pale pink ribbons. Her skin was pale with a dap of freckles across her cheeks. She arched backward, standing similar to how Greta would stand, giving Wolfram the expression that she was some kind of Princess or at least a nobleman's daughter. If that was the case, then why was she on an island like this?
"Beatrice? Did you find Billio?" another voice asked gentle, this voice was much like the young girl's voice only male.
Very deep even. A much taller man appeared, he came up behind the young girl, Beatrice, and blinked. He reminded Wolfram of Conrad with the gentle expression across his face. He wore a pale blue top hat with greyish coloured locks hanging down. Pale skin and deep brownish eyes. He looked at Wolfram in brief shook before smiling.
"I see. You must have been in a ship wreck?" he questioned kindly, reaching down to help Wolfram up. Beatrice looked in wonder, tilting her head, she mumbled the words, 'ship wreck' under her breath. Wolfram's eyes dropped to the hand, he seemed nice enough and with that though, he nervously reached out and gripped the man's hand, blinking at how easily the man had pulled him to his feet, "Ah. Sorry about Billio, he's still young."
Wolfram tilted his head, looking at the creature once more. He noticed the way Beatrice easily clammed the massive creature, just by stroking the spot behind its large ears. Pouting his lips, he looked back at the man and tilted his head thoughtfully. Just who are these people and why were they on this island? It doesn't make sense, if they both are high respected, royal even, then how in the world were they on this island and why? What would they be here for? Unless they own this island? Could that be it? Had he accidently stumbled across their island? Which would mean, Yuuri must know them! As the thought filled his head, Wolfram's lips twirled into a lovely smile.
Eventually, however, the trio pulsed the rather excited animal and came across a building. Wolfram rolled his head back to look up at the lime green tiles of the building. It could rival a very fancy house, with bright white paint coating the outside, and when Wolfram touched the wall, he blinked in shock to find it was built out of wood instead of stone. Wolfram was stunned to find it well kept. That it was still in in good condition, especially in a place like this.
Slowly, he turned his head and swapped his eyes across the meadow surrounding the house. His eyes flickered to the creature and raised his eyebrows in amusement, watching it roll around in the brush, grinding its back against the tall grass, "Billio does that a lot. He's an odd creature," the man chuckled, leading Wolfram up to the house while Beatrice stayed outside with Billio.
"He's a brother in arms with bears," he explained, Wolfram followed him awkwardly into one of the room. His eyes flickered down at the soft carpet underneath his feet before turning back to the man and tilting his head. Bear? Wolfram wasn't sure what a bear was, he remembered faintly hearing about them but he had never seen one of looked them up in books.
"You don't know what a bear is…do you?" the man asked slowly but yet kindly, taking in the form of Wolfram with surprise on his face. His amber eyes blinks twice before he chuckles, "I see."
Wolfram soundlessly hummed to himself, relieved as he stepped out of the bathroom. It wasn't as big or spacious as the one back at the castle, but it gets the job done and Wolfram was raised not to be picky. Zipping up the soft blue jacket and doing up all the small buckles, Wolfram sighed as he pulled on the sockets. Thankfully, the people here had been nice enough to him.
Wolfram had learnt a few things before cleaning himself up. One, that the man was named Hyscliff and Beatrice is his young daughter who turned out to be eight-years-old, the same age as Greta. Apparently, Hyscliff was once a prince before he left the royal family to marry the love of his life. Sadly, she had passed away when Beatrice was born.
Being the only heir, Beatrice is next in line to be Queen. Wolfram still could feel shock from the words, so he was right after all. But why was they here and without guards? Isn't this a dangerous place to be alone? Scratching his head, he carefully walks towards the door and pokes his head out, the small corridor was quiet and still beautiful as the rest of the house. Nervously, he shifts on the spot and pushes himself away from the frame, walking back the way he came.
As the young Omega stepped into the large room where the man, Hyscliff sat. The man looked up and eyes widen as he took in the young Omega, "Oh. Are you by any chance, Wolfram? Wolfram von Bielefeld? Lady Cecilie's youngest son?" he questioned, though already knowing the answer. Said male flinched as he heard the full name, it still felt odd and wrong to be called that. Nonetheless, Wolfram nodded mutely.
Hyscliff laughed, "Hmm. I received a message from the lovely Beta a week or so after you were found," he spoke, running his hand across his forehead, "I was due to officially meet you in a month or so, when Beatrice comes to see Princess Greta."
Wolfram's eyebrows raised and he quickly began to feel giddy. So he does know the others, which means they should be here soon right? He couldn't help but feel hopeful, "I heard our Heika had left on another journey. I'm assuming they aren't too far from here. We have a radio, I'll call in on them," Hyscliff said, still chuckling to himself and gracefully pushing himself up.
Still smiling, Wolfram stepped away as Hyscliff began to walk. Even though Wolfram felt relieved upon finding out that everything wasn't all lost, he couldn't help but wonder just why they were here. Noticing the frown on the young Omega's face, Hyscliff chuckled, "We aren't alone here. We have two maids somewhere in the house, guards are further down by the gates. The beach you came from is one of the many beaches we had found. This island is known as one of the million abounded islands scattered around. It isn't as big as you'd think, and there really isn't anything on here. Which is why nobody comes here, especially the top ten noblemen families," he shrugged while speaking.
"We just thought it would be a good place to see how Billio would react to the wild. We're planning to let him free rather soon."
Wolfram's eyes widen and his mouth opened, his lips spreading into a wide 'O' shape. It kind of makes senses. Billio; just where did they get him from? He was large, white with light amber fur that had odd purple strips along the back, with a greyish tuff in-between his ears. Turning his head, he peered through the window and slid his half-lidded eyes as he took in young Beatrice and the supposed bear-like creature running around. It was then that Wolfram finally spotted two guards near a tree, watching both with trained eyes. So there really were guards here. Automatically, Wolfram found himself relaxing in relief. He was so lucky and that was something new for him as luck was never on his side. Ever! Sighing, he ran his fingers through his newly cleaned hair and puffed out his cheeks.
He felt relived, but yet something heavy was still lingering in the pit of stomach. He bites his bottom lip and makes a soundless whine from the back of his throat. His hands shook and his shoulders trembled. For some reason, he felt so lonely.
Wolfram just couldn't wait to see Yuuri again.
Earlier that day, on the royal boat of the Moah. Yuuri stared with wide eyes at the tall brunette, his bottom lip quivered as he took in the information being given to him. His ear buzzed with un-told noise of the ones around, he faintly could hear Lady Cecilie screaming like a banshee. The blood rushed up to the top of his head, making his head spin and everything in front of him lose focus every now and then.
"W-What?" Yuuri hitched out, his breath hitching.
This had to be a joke, a bad joke. It couldn't be true, it had to be fake. It just had to be. It couldn't be true.
"W-Wolfram…he isn't…how! How in the world could he have been thrown overboard?" he blurred out in shock, his mouth gaping. Wolfram was gone? Was that what was being said? The golden haired Omega? The cute girlish boy who wouldn't utter a word. How, why? He swore Wolfram was safely locked up in his bedroom. They had been at sea for less than a day and Wolfram had reacted oddly, he had turned pale and wouldn't stop shaking, and so, he was taken to his bedroom to rest. Most likely overwhelmed with the whole adventure. Yuuri felt like something was gripping his wind-pipes and it made his eyebrows hunch up together tightly and a strong, sizzling bubble formed in the pit of his stomach.
"How? Wolfram was just here!" Yuuri wailed out, shifting on the spot.
Moving his weight from one foot to the other. Apprehension grew firmly in his cut, like a flaring sharpness clawed through his guts and twisted up his insides. In the distant, a deep howl of the window bellowed across the crushing waves. Rustled crunching leaves rolled across the slippery deck. Ominous slowly began to stretch hers fingers across the darkening sky. The double black Alpha slowly turned his head, he felt like he was underwater, that everything was fading from his sight and his inner Alpha wailed angrily. The bubble spreading wider within his gut. Like teeth, no fangs biting at his insides. Yuuri's swirling darkness filled eyes, narrowed and looked at the boat rails and half-expecting to see the Omega standing there but when he found no-one, Yuuri whined deep in his throat.
The bag of fear, anger and despair burst and thunder shrieked across the skies. The sun hid behind a curtain of blackness. Deep blue and orange flashed between the clouds, the sound causing little zaps across everyone's skin. Hair stood on up ends and the familiar goosebumps licked satisfaction across the back of people's neck. In the far distant flashes of the hottest fire erupted from the sky, hitting something unseen.
Conrad bowed his head in shame. His shoulder hunching up and his hands twitching at his sides. Yuuri immediately slapped his mouth shut, his brain reeling almost painfully in his head and sorrowfully reminding him this was Wolfram's older brother. Yuuri closed his mental gate, locking it tightly and looked at the breaking man before him.
Dejected, standing with a downcasted expression across his face, Yuuri bites his bottom lip hard, "…Sorry…" he wheezed out, struggling to breath. His throat itched and he eased himself backward with his head down in his own shame. It wasn't him to react like this. To react like the world was ending when Wolfram's family was here, trying so desperately to keep themselves together.
Automatically the rolling clouds above them clenched and unclenched. Water slowly began to leak out, flying down towards them with rolling pain. Conrad smiles, a sad and sorrowful smile before reaching his hand out and gentle placing it onto the young King's shoulder, "Heika, everyone has trouble with their souls. It's difficult to withstand it all," he muttered gently, kindly speaking to the young King with a shattering glint within his eyes.
He winced as finally, rain fell full force across him. Conrad tilted his head back briefly to look up at the thundering clouds above him, water bursting from above. As calmly as possible, Conrad lowered his gaze onto Yuuri. Said King had his head bowed, hiding his face while guilty chewing his bottom lip. Conrad knew their Alpha King was sensitive and kind. Everyone but he was surprised to find the King react like this. He didn't know the two was that close. Close friends.
Very briefly, a sliver of light peeked through his worried thoughts. It was surprisingly a nice idea, he liked the thought of Yuuri and Wolfram bonding. He couldn't pounder on it for long, as the concern, broken worry of being an older brother shoved it to the side. With a soft sigh, Conrad placed his hand onto the soaking black locks of the King.
Seawater erupted up the side of the boat, hands gripped the rail and a familiar male hoisted himself out of the freezing water. He shuddered as he pulled himself onto the thick wooden rail, hunching slightly and pushing his orange curls out of his hair. Catching his Captain's eyes over Yuuri's head, he guiltily looked to the side and shook his head sadly. Noticing Conrad deflate, Yuuri tilted his head backward and his black-swirling eyes took in the form of Yozak. His eyes widened and his lips spread, Yozak didn't succeed in finding Wolfram.
Yuuri felt his knees buckle. He inhaled as deeply as he could, only tasting the salty air from the waves which only forced his inside to press tightly together even more. His inner Alpha growled in the need to search for the Omega himself, but he couldn't move. He felt as if chains was locked around his feet, keeping him in put.
His head felt heavy and his ears popped so painfully that it caused a sharp hiss around from the back of his head. Clenching his hands tightly, he slowly raised his hands and gripped the black clothing over his skin and hissed under his breath. He wanted to look for his mate, his Alpha roared with the need to bring him back and lock him away. Refuse to never let the little Omega to disappear. Reaching up, Yuuri pressed his right hand against the side of his head and whimpered to himself.
"Shibuya." a familiar soft voice called and Yuuri peeked at the owner from the corner of his eyes. Looking at his friend, the great sage walking up to him and taking him by the forearm. The boat wailed and shook as the waves grow even more anger, slamming their heads into the wood as the water whipped at anything and everything. Murata hiccupped lightly under his breath, arching himself to keep himself balance on the wet-wood.
"Yuuri. We should go back inside. This isn't any place for you. You're too effected by this." he spoke gently, pulling Yuuri backward. His eyes glancing back at the orange haired spy comforting Conrad, mutely preventing him from entering the water himself, while the maids attended to guards that was coming up from the water briefly. All of which searching furiously for the sea-swept Omega. Yuuri and Wolfram aren't even mated, if this wasn't a sign that the two was meant to be then nothing would be.
Murata remembered all his lives, seeing so many things and this, this most definitely proved what Yuuri had said earlier, "Wolfram's alive out there." Murata spoke, gaining the King's attention firmly. Yuuri's eyes blinked blankly and he gulped, mutely nodded his head and moving his feet after his friend.
Conrad shook, he leant back against the rails and ran his fingers through his deep brown hair. Struggling desperately to keep himself together. Yozak watched quietly, not even voicing his words as he comforted him. Sound was useless, there was no need to speak. No words between the two as Yozak knew his closest friend like the back of his hand. He knows exactly what the brunette needs, especially at a time like this. Unlike other people who would look at the soft-eyed male and be confused about how he's able to smile at a time like this, Yozak knew. He knew that smile was his shield, he knows everything.
There are so many times in their lives when Yozak was needed. When Conrad had broken silently behind his mask and Yozak was there to catch him. Conrad, for one reason or the other, was sad, alone, and spent many nights in their dorm, behind locked doors, and in need of comfort. Yozak was there, always. He'd never leave the brunette for anything.
Yozak would always offer a helping hand, have an open mind, and listen. He wouldn't respond until they have finished talking. Thinking deeply about his response, what he might say can upset the person even more so. Focus on the person's needs, remember that he can leave a lasting impression on anyone, especially those who are in need of comfort.
Trying to fix things for others can be very disempowering. More then onceYozak has offered to help, ask them how, and place a comforting hand onto their shoulder. He knows this one simple gesture could allow anyone to feel less alone. He is more then aware that touching needs to be dealt with carefully and best done only if invited to do so or checking that it is all right first. He understands everything; he knows how to help somebody, doing what he can. He just knows what to do. Especially with Conrad, he knows what he could do to help him. He knows Conrad. Because the other man is the most important person to him.
He did not smile. A comforting, kind smile was not what Conrad needed. Yozak stepped away from the brunette and reached out, taking Conrad's hand in his. Said man made a low, broken sigh and lifted his head to look at the orange-haired man, which protected smile on his face as always. Intense eyes stared at Conrad and Yozak lightly tugged on his hand, fretting their fingers together and pulling him away from the boat rails. Lady Cecilie already been taken away from the shattering scene. Yozak bowed his head in respect to the Ex-Queen's maid, rushing out from a corridor as the two men left the deck and returned to the lower-boat's maze of rooms and corridors.
The maid meekly nodded, her eyes slightly widen with worry for her mistress. Yozak didn't consider how the strong maid could look so little straight away, especially when said maid was the one of the strongest females he had ever met. With narrowed eyes, he watched as she legged it. With his free hand, he pushed his hair out of his face and turned, leading Conrad back to their room. Once inside, he looked to the slightly taller male. Filled with understanding and compassion, never judging or blaming him, he stepped forward and pulled the man into his arms, giving him a large bear hug.
Yozak had never left the brunette's side, he had been there when Wolfram first went missing. When Wolfram was no older than a few months, he remembered how everyone reacted. How hurt and broken everyone was, Yozak remembered Conrad, remembered how destroyed he had been, how Conrad had blamed himself for not being the protective and strong brother he was supposed to be! It was ridiculous! Conrad was barely twelve-years-old, how could he know what was about to happen?
Conrad had never been the same. He smiles kindly, gives gentle advice, was always there to help, but yet, behind it all, Yozak could see, smell, and even taste the everlasting sadness and failure he felt. Yozak thought, no, he knew he could help Conrad, show him how much he cared for him when Murata came to him that faithful night about an unusual blonde haired boy he had stumbled across in the pub. Yozak saw the hidden message and jumped at the chance to save the closet person he has. And he never did.
The whole situation smelled fishy to him. Yozak didn't know Wolfram face-to-face, he may have saved the blonde but the spy had been automatically given more jobs to do so he never had the chance to bond with the little Omega. And when he did get to see him, Yozak always found himself teasing him but from what he had seen, experienced and noticed, Wolfram had great balance. Sure he was a little clumsily, but that was with his hands not feet. How in the world did he trip over the trails? Especially while showing the beginning signs of what looked like seasickness? It doesn't make sense. Perhaps there was something there, something that dared him along.
"Poor Blondie. He's been going through a lot," Yozak thought to himself, humming lowly as Conrad leant into him with relief. Yozak glanced at the window and eyed the way the water parted, the rain had finally stopped. Wolfram must be terrified out there, he had been through a lot. Yozak wondered when Shinou will give him a break! Wolfram needs a break! But what really stomped him was how their King acted. Yuuri was a nice guy, he was kind and gentle, even goofy at times.
Sure, he was naïve too, always doing his best to help people but even then, the Alpha had never acted that way before. It more than shocked Yozak and as he lightly stroked the back of Conrad's neck, smirking to himself as he felt the brunette shudder against him, Yozak gasped under his breath. Could it be…is it? "Does the kid have a thing for blondie?" he thought to himself, feeling greatly amused by the thought.
After what felt years but really was only a few seconds, Conrad stepped away. He awkwardly tilted himself and gracefully held the side of his head, lightly stroking the side of his head, his head directed down. His cheeks dusted a light pink colour, "Ah, Captain." Yozak suddenly called out, breaking the peaceful silence that had fell between the two and Conrad flushed even deeper at the voice.
It was unusual as it was gentle, and yet deep with a hint of a coo. When Conrad looked at the orange haired male, Yozak winked and gave him a thumb's up, "For an Omega, Wolfram's very strong. He survived all those years in that Inn, right? I'm sure he can survive a little water."
"A little water…" Conrad repeated, shaking his head as his lips spread in a strain smile. It had less tension in it as it had a minutes ago.
"Hmm. You're right…" he trailed off, even though he felt hope for his little brother. His baby brother, he couldn't help but be even more concerned than before. A little water, water! Wolfram is a fire user, flames run through his veins and what's fire's worse nightmare? Water! Granted, Conrad hasn't seen Wolfram even use a little of fire warmth! Conrad wondered if Wolfram has ever used his fire before. Maybe that could be his advantage. Unlike the other element Makaou, if a fire Makaou doesn't even light up his blood, then the little flame he does have deep inside is a lot harder to blow out.
"You never know. He might have washed up on one of the islands we passed." Yozak spoke again, grinning brightly at the brunette, his lips twitching.
Conrad stared at the orange haired male. His words echoing through his head and his eyes twitches, "Islands?" he repeated slowly, his mind promptly leaping into gear and all these possibilities filled his head. Licking at his insides. Hearing Conrad's words, Yozak blinked slowly and thoughtfully.
Wondering what he said that gained such a reaction, "Yozak. You really are a genius."
Yozak tilts his head, his lips pulling into a smile, "Do I get a kiss for being a genius?" he teased, leaning forward a little, making Conrad turn redder and press the palm of his hand against Yozak's forehead. Pushing him away with a small grunt.
Yozak pouted and rolled his eyes, shifting on the spot, gazing at the man, "You can be so cruel, Conrad."
Making a low snort of amusement, Conrad straightened himself out, "Now about those islands..."
Down the corridor, Lady Cecilie sat at the her large open window. She hunched up to it and looked out at the sea. Holding a handkerchief to her face and lightly dapping the soft cloth against her makeup ran face. Her nose had turned a little red. With another broken sob, she shook her head and lowered her head. Her long golden curls pushed out of her face. Lady Cecilie couldn't believe this. Her baby!
"I just got him back..." she whispered to herself, sniffling and lowering her head. It wasn't fair! Why was fate so cruel! It just wasn't right! How can Shinou be such a damn right pain! Wolfram! Wolfram, she had just got her arms around him and now he was gone again! She doesn't know how she'll be able to handle it this time! Her little boy is lost out there and her heart clenched as the thought passed her head. He could be at the bottom of the sea. Why her? Why her family, why her sons?
"My lady..." her trust maid spoke gently, bowing her head as she stood next to Lady Cecilie.
She puffed out her cheeks. She understood why her Mistress was so upset, after all Wolfram is her baby. But he was still an Omega! A dirty little Omega, doesn't she see it would be best for everyone if Wolfram stayed gone? The young blonde already got the best, he doesn't need anymore. Everyone had treated him like he was special, she couldn't see it. All she saw was a whore Omega. Shaking her head, she bowed to the Ex-Queen as she turned to look at the maid.
"How about some tea, my lady?"
Lady Cecilie forced a watery smile, "Yes. That would be good..." she mumbled softly, leaning her head back and resting it against the wooden pillar behind her.
"Tea...I remember when Wolfe got to try it. He didn't like it at all. You should have seen his face! He was so adorable! He looked like I was trying to poison him with it." she laughed, remembering the look Wolfram had given her after sipping a little of her mint tea. Yes, her tea was a bit bitter and not really sweet.
"It seemed my Wolfe had a sweet tooth..." she hummed, turning to look up at her maid and taking the small white and pink china cup. Her hands shook as she looked at herself in the reflexion of the liquid.
"Wolfe..." He couldn't be dead! She refused to accept that thought! Never! Just never! Her baby was strong, he was somewhere out there. Waiting for them to find him, to rescue him! She just knows it! Cecilie could feel it! She is his mother! She knows these things!
Suddenly the boat wailed loudly, the wood around them groaned. Lady Cecilie shuddered and snapped her head around, her large emerald eyes blinking in confusion, "We're moving..." she muttered to herself thoughtfully, she sat numbly a little before gasping and snapping up. Jumping to her feet and dropping the nice china.
"We're moving! Why! Wolfe's still out there!" she cried, spinning around and running towards her beautiful oak door. Throwing it open and running full speed down the hallway and back up to the deck. Her maid sighed, seeing the newly mess she had to clean up.
Cecilie frowned as she came to a stop. Her hand pressed tightly to her chest, panting heavily and glaring at the ones around the stirring wheel, "Why are we leaving? You couldn't possibly be thinking about leaving my baby out there!" she huffed out, crossing her arms under her large bust and staring down the people in front of her.
"Mother," Conrad sighed, walking up to her and gently taking her arm.
"No!" Cecilie cried, shrugging Conrad off her and glaring up at him. Her large eyes growing watery, tears building up in the corners.
"Conrad! Wolfe; he's still out there! We have to look for him!" she begged. Conrad shook his head, his eyes gentle and hi slips spreading to speak, but Cecilie interrupted him, "No! Don't you dare say that! Wolfram is out there! I know he is. He isn't gone, Conrad! Not again!"
Yozak mutely stood to the side, watching the wrecked mother, "Lady Cecilie," he slowly spoke, awkwardly stepping up to the panicking woman and holding his hands up when she rounded him.
Yozak glanced to Conrad with a look that clearly said, 'your mother's going to fry me', to which the tall male smiled in response. "Lady C-Cecilie...I...we aren't leaving Wolfram."
Blinking her large teary eyes, Cecilie tilted her head. Her stomach coiled as she pictured her baby boy. Remember holding him tightly when he was a baby, and holding him just as tightly when he was found again, "We...We aren't? I don't understand..."
Conrad breathed deeply, he whips the sweat from his brow briefly, "Mother," Conrad repeated this time turning her to him and giving her his famous eye-smile.
"We are approaching the closest island to us,"
"You...You, you really think Wolfram's on one of the islands?" another voice interrupted. C
ecilie curled her arms up to her chest, feeling her heart beat with hope. Wolfe! Wolfram! Turning her head, she hiccupped upon seeing the young Alpha King with the Great Sage. She smiles at him and brushes her curls behind her ear. Remembering how Yuuri had just acted. Love! She could smell it, see it on the King's face. That was love, she felt the buzz in her chest at the possibility that Wolfe and Yuuri truly were mates! Pictures of a cute wedding began to fill her head, Wolfram in a cute white dress! So cute! She almost squealed out loud.
Conrad smiled in relief at seeing his god-son looking much more relaxed and collected. He opened his mouth to speak, but Yozak beat him to it, "Yup. Look, the current is moving in that direction," the spy explained twirling on the balls of his feet and leaning a little over the rails.
Yuuri found himself following the spy and peeking over the side, watching as the waves rolled in the same direction, "According to our logs, the current has been moving in that direction all day. It's leading towards that island over there. The possibility of Wolfram washing up on that island is very likely."
"Oh," Yuuri breathed in relief, slowly easing himself back and blinking silently.
He swallowed a lump in his throat and smoothly rolling his fingers between his mid-night coloured locks. And as he turned his swirling black eyes up to the island, he felt a familiar pull. The island was in the distance, he could just about see the outline of said island. The longer he stared at it, the more the tiny black hairs on the back of his head stood up on end and wiggled.
His inner Alpha whined to him and his heart skipped a beat. Wolfram was there, he knows he is! He is waiting for him, "I see."
"Wolfram is a fire Mazoku. A fire Mazoku that hasn't ever connected his flames," Conrad began to speak, giving Yozak a pointed look.
"Since he has never used his fire before, his flame hasn't been exposed to anything. This means Wolfram has a high chance of surviving the rushing waves. It's similar to a baby that falls underwater. They're able to hold their breathes for a long period of time. Wolfram's senses will be shut off and his inner flame will keep him warm. Understand, Heika?"
Yuuri turns his head from the island, he breaths gently and rubs the side of his head, "Call me Yuuri, Conrad. You named me after all," he muttered, halfheartedly, turning his gaze back onto the slowly approaching island.
"That's a pretty cool gift to have," he commented blindly.
Conrad smiles at him and shares a look with Yozak before both left the young King to his thoughts. Yuuri wished they would hurry up and get to the island. It felt like forever, that years was going on by. Slowly, ever so slowly. Inch by inch. Crawling along. He shifted from foot to foot. His inner self, his Alpha growled in frustration and Yuuri's hand twitched. His lips rolling tightly together. His round black eyes slowly beginning to take a much more sharper form and his hair shuddered around his face, little flashes of bright blue lighting bolts zipped around him.
Just as Yuuri felt like his heart was about to stop, a young Maid rushed up to the deck. Running up the wooden steps and hunching over, hand to her chest gasping for breath. It was the same maid from before, the one that Yuuri remembered seeing running around in a panic, "W-We got a message over the radio!" she called out, turning bright red when everyone turned to look at her.
She mentally slapped herself for her manners and bowed lowly, "Gomen!" she cried out again, thrusting a neatly folded letter out to Yuuri.
Said Alpha jolted and stumbled a little, his wide round eyes looked down at the letter before carefully taking it, "Umm...it's all right. You, err, don't need to apologize..." he said kindly and the maid flushed even redder, squealing out another 'Gomen' before speeding off.
Running back the way she came, Yuuri blinked after her and frowned, "Okay then..."
"You really have a way with the women, don't you Shibuya?" Murata laughed, stretching his arms out and smiling brightly at the popping that ran up and down his arms.
"Well, what's on the paper."
Yuuri gasped, remembering the letter and quickly unfolding it. As soon as his eyes read the words, his lips ripped into a wide, relieved smile, "Thank goodness." he breathed out, hunching to the side and closing his eyes, "It's all right everyone...Wolfram, he's...he's okay," he called out, holding the letter up and allowing everyone to see the word imprinted across the paper.
"...He washed up on Hyscliff's private island..." Yuuri sighed. His chest felt lighter and his stomach unfolded. He swallowed thickly and smiles warmly to himself, turning the paper and re-reading the words. Oh Wolfram.
"Didn't even know he owned an island...lucky bastard."
"Yozak."
So? What do you think? I loved Yozak. I tried to add some Conrad/Yozak. Ah. For the people who had messaged me about Gwendal/Gunther. Yes, that couple will be in it. Do not worry. The real romance for that couple starts next arc.
This arc will have two main stories...along other twists. I wonder if any of you'll be able to figure them out?
Please review~