Hey guys! Here's the next chapter. I will, I promise to update faster this time around.
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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 11
Hail Dropping Smile
Yuuri smiles. It was not a smile of happiness, sadness, or even greed. It was a relaxed smile, a smile that showed his worries. His deep black eyes took in the sight across from him, below him. His hands lightly gripping the boat rail carefully, his fingers digging into the wood a bit and solace seeped through his veins. Reassurance trickled down his spine and across his lower back. He made a quiet groan and rubs the back of his neck. A salt wave of air pushes past him, brushing his raven hair off his forehead.
The small blonde swallows a somewhat painful lump in his throat, his large minty eyes closed as Cecilie crushed him to her. Suffocating the poor Omega with her arms wrapped firmly around his shoulders, her fingers threaded through his soft hair like veins.
"Oh! Wolfe!" Cecilie cried out, her voice echoing around them like a banshee, not that Wolfram knew what that was. He had overheard a certain Sage talking about one before. Something about a Shrine Maiden back at his temple.
"I was so worried! I thought I'd never see you again! Oh Shinou, as soon as I get my baby, you have to rip him from my fingers again!" the woman squealed, burring her face into his hair. Wolfram trembled as he felt the ghostly breath run along the tip of his ears.
"Everyone seems to be very….lively!" grinned Murata as Yuuri sighed to himself. Tilting his head to the side and glaring a little at his friend.
"It's good Wolfram was saved, huh? He washed up on this island, how strange," he muttered to himself and tilted his head up as if he was talking to somebody else rather than the young Alpha King.
Yuuri rolled his eyes and shook his head at the other double black. He turned his attention back to the island, watching the golden sand pool up in places, like fingers crawling up from below the surface, creating symbols that reminded him of seashells. It took his everything, Yuuri struggled to resist the urge to go down there and hug the small blonde. Trap him to his body and never let him go again. The mere thought made Yuuri's inner Alpha growl with pleasure and Yuuri bites his bottom lip to box the demon up tighter. He couldn't allow his Alpha to come out, to surface once more, not after what happened. Something that should not be repeated ever again!
Yuuri's head ducked, his body twitched, his muscles and bones ached. He was exhausted, Yuuri still couldn't believe his power had burst out earlier. Using such a large portion of power rendered him to a puddle of pudding. Grand, after five years he had a better handle on his power, on his Alpha but there are times when his Alpha would seep past his guard. The weather, controlling the powerful weather always made him tired and this was no exception.
When Yuuri lifted his head, his eyes widened and the feeling in his legs melted away. The hair on the back of his neck stood up, and what felt like a hand in his chest twisted. Wolfram's green eyes flashed as he tilts his head up, and smiles meekly at the King. It was the first time, Yuuri noted. First time Wolfram had looked at him first, it had always been Yuuri who made the first move.
Wolfram was always trying to run away, to avoid him, he had never smiled at him like that before and Yuuri couldn't help but smile in return. He was back, Yuuri had to remind himself. Wolfram had been found and brought back safely. With a few cuts and bruises, pretty purple, blue and yellow patens specked his soft skin.
Yuuri stared after Wolfram, long after the blonde had turned shyly away from him. Yuuri gulps softly, his hands shaking a little as the Omega is finally moved up the wooden pathway to the boat deck. Wolfram shifted within Cecilie's arms, nibbling his bottom lip and Yuuri could only watch. He was brave, that's what Yuuri thought. Being able to step back onto the boat without trying to run back. First time on a boat and he was cast off like a fish on line.
"Heika." Yuuri smiled, smiled widely as he turned his head to look at the taller brunette.
Conrad walked over to him, his head slightly hunched over and staring down at him with gentle chocolate brown eyes. "Heika? We're all ready to set sail."
Yuuri hums lowly under his breath, glancing in the direction Wolfram had been taken in. "It's 'Yuuri', Conrad. After all, you're the one who named me." he murmured distantly, his eyes shining widely. He flickers his eyes up to Conrad and notices the look he was giving him. A confused and yet calculating look. Yuuri automatically became frigidity, twitching on the spot and laughing nervously while rubbing the back of his neck.
"We're setting sail? Great! Oh, what about Hyscliff and Beatrice? Are they alright? I can't believe Hyscliff owns an island. Yozak's right, he is a very lucky man. Oh, hey? Do you think I could own my own island, one day?" Yuuri rambled on nervously, awkwardly biting the words out.
Yuuri's shoulders slightly hunched. He was worried, worried that the taller brunette had figured it out; figured out that Yuuri was pining after Wolfram. That his Alpha wanted to bond with the Omega.
"Heika-Yuuri. Hyscliff's fine. In fact, the two are being shipped back to Pure Blood Pledge Castle. Beatrice wanted to see Greta, so it was the least we could do." Conrad explained slowly, his words flittering out from his lips. He smiled with relief and tilted his head. His deep amber eyes burning down on him. His lips twitches thoughtfully and Yuuri freezes with his lips curled together.
"Yes, we're about to set sail." he added on, and Yuuri nodded furiously. He wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. Yuuri could see the way the gears turned in Conrad's eyes.
"Yuuri. Is there something-" he began, only to be cut by the double black King who squealed out words and spun around with his back arch, speed walking away nervously.
Conrad stared after the double black alpha with a small frown across his mouth.
"That was odd." he thought to himself, muttering the words out slowly and placing his hand up, resting his fingers against his chin. His chocolate eyes oozed with warmth and he sighed deeply to himself, sometimes his King was hard to figure out. Yuuri was a bit complicated, he tended to have these odd fits, emotional changes that reminded Conrad of mood swings. If he didn't know any better, he'd say Yuuri was going through the womanly cycle but he did know better.
Yuuri is complicated.
"You should eat, you know." a familiar amused voice spoke up behind him.
Conrad didn't need to turn to know who it was. Yozak smiled to himself, leaning against one of the boat pillars with his muscled arms crossed over his chest. He pushes his tight bright orange curls out of his face. Yozak glances to the side, glancing after Yuuri with a thoughtful expression. "He acted rather strongly when Wolfram went overboard, especially for somebody who only knew him for a couple of months. Didn't he?"
Conrad smiles warmly, his eyes oozing with gentleness. "Ah. But that's just who Yuuri is. Remember what happened when we went to Small Shimaron. Even thought it was….a cover." Conrad muttered, his eyes shifted to the side as he slowly spoke the words. His lips twitched just a little, even if it had ended well he couldn't stop the resentment from bubbling up in his stomach towards the long haired blonde King.
"Yuuri was very touched from the King. He tends to see the goodness in everyone and was able to bond with anyone. It's no surprise Yuuri bonded with Wolfram. Wolfram does live in the castle now."
"Hmmm, to me it looked like Yuuri was a little too…close." Yozak chuckled, closing his eyes and sighing deeply. He scratches the back of his head, ruffling the curls along his neck. He peers at Conrad through his thick eyelashes and smirks to himself, enjoying the way Conrad's bristled with confusion.
He loved the way the man's chocolate eyes would swirl with light, trying to place the puzzles pieces together. Yozak licks his bottom lip, noticing the way Conrad seemed to think through the words. "Or maybe I'm just overthinking it. I tend to that, being a spy an all." he chuckled deeply, stretching out his back. His bones clicking and snapping as he arched himself and walked towards the brunette. Yozak hums as the boat jolts to the side, signalling that it had finally set sail. That and the ear bursting horn which vibrated around the boat.
"So land of snow, hm?" Yozak says loudly, stepping up to Conrad's side. He leant forward and looks out at the sea. Watching as the water rolls and crashes against the side of the wooden boat. Yozak's dark eyes glows, taking in the way the water severed up the sides of the boat. As he spoke the words, his mind turned and he tried to imagine the land of snow.
He had never been to the land of snow before and wondered what it was like. Yozak supposed, he was a bit like Wolfram in that respect. Never seeing the land or even stepping onto the land. All Yozak knew of the land of snow was from what people said. "Isn't that where you spent most time growing up?"
"Mother used to take Gwendal and I up to the mansion a lot." Conrad said thoughtfully. He smiles, such a warm smile that it makes a strong man like Yozak's stomach twists with butterflies. How girlish. Yozak snickered to himself and cupped his massive hand around his neck, eyeing Conrad from the corner of eye.
"Lady Elixus was a good childhood friend."
Yozak's thick orange eyebrows raised and his puffed his cheeks out, much like how a stubborn child would, almost stomping his foot, but he held it back. The orange-haired man shifts on the spot and pouts, playfully, "Childhood friend? Was she better than me?"
"Nobody's as good as you, Gurrier," Conrad snorted, his nose flaring as he arched himself. Looking at Yozak and almost smirked but held it back. He places as much of his weight onto the balls of his feet, just taking in the other's form, noting the way the now bright sun seemed to highlight Yozak's features.
Yozak frowned briefly before grinning widely to Conrad, his eyes glowed as he winks, "Captain, I thought we were closer than that," he spoke, moving his hair from his eyes once again.
He leans closer to the Conrad and lightly nudges Conrad with his elbow, "Second names basis."
"Ah. Remember your rank, Gurrier," Conrad short back without any hesitation. His eyes sparkled with his own playfulness. He even goes as far as to nudge Yozak back, pressing an elbow into Yozak's side. Rolling the end of his elbow repeatingly in a circle on Yozak's side.
"Of course, Cap-tain!" Yozak smiled widely, he clocks his head back and swallows a lump. Feeling himself shiver from the contact he received from the brunette man. He inhaled deeply, his eyes fluttering close as he sighed to himself. He'd be happy once he was in bed, for a little while anyway.
Conrad tilts his head a little, his warm eyes shifts to take in the tall orange-haired man's form, "Yozak," he began, only to frown and shake his head. His sucked his bottom lip and finally chewed the very same lip.
Conrad smiles a little more, "We should be approaching Land of Snow, soon." Yozak frowned in confusion and went to speak, only to trail off as Conrad began to walk back to below deck. He sighed to himself before follow after, Yozak peered back over his shoulder and frowned even deeper. Yozak doesn't know why, but he had a sinking feeling that something important was going to happen.
Yozak could only wonder what Conrad was going to say? He had a feeling it was going to be something good. Whatever it was, Yozak had a feeling he will have to work double hard to make Conrad spoke those words.
Meanwhile, below deck, Wolfram wailed to himself. He shifted on the incredibly soft bed, feeling the sheets sink and pool around his knees. He gulps a little, feeling his throat become dry and itchy. He wheezed a little and pulled at the sheets below him. Wolfram nips at his top lips, slowly arching himself on the bed. He strongly disliked the bed, and would have preferred the floor if his head wasn't spinning. Wolfram might have laid on the hardened wood, but found himself unable to move without the feeling of his muscles draining from his legs.
Back in the Inn, Wolfram had never gotten so sick before. Within one hour, the small blonde had gone from feeling strong and even bright, to low and dark. His eyes burned and he reached up, gently caressing his face. Wolfram noted his face felt cold, and even bitter wetness that licked at his fingertips. He gulps and hiccups under his breath, his stomach incredibly painfully coils which makes him wheeze dryly. What was wrong with him? Had he somehow picked up a sickness on the island?
So many thoughts ran through his mind and Wolfram kept feeling sicker and sicker. Like something similar to a slug was seeping through his belly, rolling up the back of his throat and making Wolfram cover his mouth. The Omega tilts his head, slowly arching himself down to the bed. Why was the bedroom spinning? A soundless bubble erupted through his pale lips, Wolfram makes a low whine and cover his eyes. His ears buzzed with nothingness.
"Umm…W-Wolfram?" A low voice called out nervously, a soft knock came from the rooms doors and Wolfram groans noiseless to himself.
He peers at the wood, eyes narrowing and after laying somewhat still, he carefully gets to his feet. Wolfram breathes in the darkness of the room and slowly moves towards the door. His feet shovelling together, Wolfram swallows a lump as he almost tumbled back to the wooden floors. He grips the handle tightly, hearing the wood groan around him and Wolfram suckles his bottom lip. Pulling the heavy door open with as much strength as he could maser up.
Wolfram would have felt warm, excitement. The sun-shine rose blooming in his stomach while the petals spread out wide, suckling at everything they could. He would have felt the way his face heat up and his crimson string twitch with life, promising to wake up and meet its chosen mate. He would have felt the need to smile, to blush, to reach out and take ahold of the other with firm hands. Wolfram should have felt that, only instead he felt the greenness eat at his insides. He whimpered and leant against the door, his head slightly arched down.
"Ah. Wolfram, I was hoping we could, um, talk," Yuuri began, only to trail off while blinking his dark eyes.
He takes in the small Omega and frowns deeply, his lips twitching, "Wolfram?" he repeats softly, shifting forward and narrowing his eyes at the other, "You don't look so good."
The short Omega hums, his mouth opening and shutting as if he wanted to speak but just couldn't. Wolfram's head hunched forward and his knees shook, buckling underneath and his hands shook while holding the wood. Just as Wolfram lifted his head, his bones clicked within in and he tripped over his feet.
"Wolfram," Yuuri gasped, springing forward and catching the smaller male easily. His arm looping tightly around Wolfram. Said boy gasped for breath, groaning and staring at nothing. Yuuri sighs to himself, his eyes rolling over the blonde while concern bared its feet and ripped its claws into him. He pulls Wolfram closer and tightens his arms around him. Yuuri lifts his hand and wearily pushes Wolfram's golden locks out of his face, as soon as his fingers gently pressed against the sweaty skin, Wolfram whimpered and he puffed his cheeks out.
Yuuri's eyes widen and his lips spread into a small 'O' shape. He immediately understand, "Don't worry. I know what's wrong. Come on," he chuckled softly, shifting Wolfram at his hips and carefully guiding him out the room, "The fresh air will help. I know it will."
Wolfram mutely nodded, stepping alongside Yuuri. His fingers reaches up and grips the black clothing tightly, his fingers shook and the wheeziness filled his head once more. His legs shook with every step Yuuri helped him take and before he knew it, Yuuri was pushing the door to the deck open.
As soon as the wood swung open, Wolfram closed his eyes at the gentle gush of wind flutter against his face. Gently kissing along his skin and just like Yuuri said, it felt good against his face. Wolfram breathed in the fresh air deeply, feeling it suck against his face. Wolfram smiled weakly and leant more against Yuuri, unaware that he was committing the embarrassing act. Yuuri blushed to himself and tried not to feel guilty, Wolfram was unwell, and he should not take advantage of it.
Even if he did find it difficult, Yuuri shook his head and forced a strain smile, "Here we go," he breathed out, arching himself down the last step onto the deck. He smiles warmly and carefully leans the blonde against the rail. As soon as he stepped away from the blonde, Yuuri couldn't help but notice the lack of warmth his fingers felt from the soft clothing.
Yuuri hunched himself forward and hums a little, "Conrad said we'll be arriving at Land of Snow soon. You should change, it's going to be incredibly cold," Yuuri muttered out, shifting his eyes to the side and mentally counting to himself. As soon as he hit one, Wolfram threw himself forward and mutely cried as he puked his guts out. Yuuri chuckles and carefully rubs the small area between Wolfram's shoulder blades.
"There. You feel better now, right?" Yuuri smoothly asked as Wolfram fully pushed himself up. He hiccups deeply, his throat stinging and his stomach empty. The Omega sighs to himself, pushing his golden hair out of his face. He did feel better now, the colour in his face began to return and he turned pinkish as the actions he had just made surfaced to his mind. How embarrassing! He realized, biting his bottom lip and ducking his head. Steam almost came from his head, almost but Wolfram quickly became concerned with himself. What had just happened? Was he truly sick? Yuuri smiles softly as he catches the look on Wolfram's face.
"It's allright, Wolfram. It's no sickness, well, kind off. Everyone gets it. It's called seasickness," Yuuri explained gently, stepping away from the blonde and smiling widely, his eyes becoming soft, "I even get travel sick sometimes. It is nothing to be ashamed off."
Wolfram stared at Yuuri and frowned a little, seasickness? So it was something everyone would get. Wolfram sighed to himself, turning back to the water and frowned, feeling the familiar prickle crawl up the back of his neck. His mouth opened and he whined to himself, "Maybe we could get Gisela to send something over to you? She can make some good medicine," Yuuri spoke gently, tilting himself forward and brushing the raven hair out of his eyes. His tongue pressed against the inside of his mouth and he clanked his teeth together.
Yuuri quietly sighed, his onyx eyes glowing, "I was…really worried about you," he whispered softly, nervously and even awkwardly. It was so strange to speak such deep words, but Yuuri felt as if he had too. He leant slightly closer to the blonde and gulped when Wolfram lifts his head, and stared at him with matching vibrant wide eyes. Curiosity shimmered brightly within those pools, Wolfram's lips spread open just a tiny and he tilts his head thoughtfully.
Yuuri laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head, "It was the first time in years that I had lost control of my majutsu. I was so worried, worried that you were hurt, that my majutsu just burst and, well…" Yuuri tried off, gently scratching the edge of his cheeks, his lips twisting together.
His cheeks turned pink from embarrassment, especially from the way Wolfram was staring, gazing. It was just making his stomach turn from nerves. Yuuri let out a deep sigh, "I caused a rain storm…"
Wolfram's eyes grow even wider, he had a small feeling that storm might have had something to do with the Moah but he wasn't sure. Hearing the truth only made Wolfram silently gasp, his body trembled with feelings. His lips gaped and he couldn't tire his eyes from the King.
Yuuri laughed with his eyes half-lidded, running his fingers firmly through his raven hair, "Yeah…that was me…" Yuuri murmured out, seeing the expression on the mute Omega's face. The look of 'It was you!' or even 'So it was you!' He wasn't a hundred present sure, but he was getting better at reading Wolfram's expressions.
Yuuri won't deny it, he felt pretty smug about it. His ego definitely got bigger at the mere thought. Wolfram could only blink at him, his pale cheeks quickly flaring with crimson that sent a chill down Yuuri's spine, "That hasn't happened since a year after I adopted Greta."
At the mention of the small summer princess, Wolfram meekly smiled. Greta was so cute, so adorable. Just before he left, she had given him a hand-made scarf. It was just as beautiful as the princess. And yet still, Wolfram felt himself flare with warmth at the Alpha's words. As soon as the words passed his mind, a tiny embarrassing voice whispered 'My Alpha' in the back of his mind.
Immediately the smell of fresh grass, a running waterfall and a newly blooming midnight sky. Wolfram swiftly had the urge to cover his nose as Yuuri's Alpha sent lured towards him, feathering across his cheeks and making them burn with heat. A deep shiver ran up the back of his spine as Yuuri reached out and as gently as possible, as not to scare the blonde, caressed his fingers around Wolfram's hand. As soon as the King's finger tips pressed into Wolfram's, something fluttered within Wolfram's chest. Something he hadn't ever felt before, it made his knees buckle. Yuuri threads his fingers through Wolfram's and smiles widely, warmly, and encouragingly.
"Wolfram…" Yuuri breathed out gently, his thumb more than caressing the soft skin. He briefly noted that Wolfram's hands had a few plasters on them, the small nips spreading across the base of his hands, looking as if it ran further up his arms. Yuuri quickly decided to turn his attention back up to the blonde and bit back the frown. A bruise stretched across the side of his cheek with a plaster on his other cheek.
Other than that, Wolfram looked good. Somewhat good. Still, Yuuri bit the inside of his cheek. His mind turned as he was painfully reminded of the life Wolfram had lived before he met him. A slave, a servant! Who could really hurt a person like this?
At the question, his Alpha growled and something deep echoed through the back of his head. Something which Yuuri knew could only be the Moau, the spiritual demon who hadn't come to surface in years. It seemed Wolfram even gained the Moau's attention. Nobody had ever done that before, it was either interest at best or annoyance at worse. Yuuri could feel the spirit, his other half and found himself smiling even wider. Wolfram truly was the one he was waiting for.
Yuuri knew, understood all the words that Murata, his dear close friend, had spoken to him. But at that moment he didn't care. His other hand reaches up and he gently strokes Wolfram's cheek, "Wolf…I want…I want to become closer to you…" he whispered out sensitively and tilts his head, lightly pressing his lips to Wolfram's cheery ones.
It was just as quick as the first, like a small flutter of a butterfly's wings. Yuuri taped Wolfram's ones with his own before stepping away worriedly. His onyx's eyes staring into Wolfram's mint ones. Searching for any signs of the Omega running from him. Looking for anything that screamed at him, told him he had scared the blonde again.
"C-Closer…?" suddenly a soft, low word meekly came from Wolfram's words. His mind twirled, his chest shuddered and his fingers twitched. His lips felt cold, a taste like to other sat upon the gentle skin. It was like he had just been kissed by rain, something he had never touched. Had never stepped within, Thorn and Lucas had always kept him from water such as that. In fear it could hurt him in anyway.
The meek voice nibbled at the edge of Yuuri's hearing, he wasn't even sure if he had heard the blonde. His dark eyes widened and just as his mouth opened to speak, another voice interrupted them.
"Aww~ I smell love in the air!" a shrilly voice vibrated out through the air and Wolfram shuddered, his face turned beat-red. He ducked his head while steam fluttered from his ears.
"L-Lady Cecilie!" Yuuri yelped, his eyes springing so wide that they stung when Cecilie pulled him into a bone crushing hug.
As soon as the Ex-Queen appeared, the possibility of Wolfram speaking was thrown out his ears and all Yuuri could think, couldn't help but wonder. Did the woman see him kiss Wolfram? Oh! He hoped not! That would be the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to him! He was not yet ready for anybody to find out about this quite yet! Hell, Wolfram wasn't even ready yet.
"Did I miss something interesting?" Cecilie squealed, her strawberry red lips glittering as she smiled. Tilting her head around to look at her baby Omega. She winked at him as she noticed how embarrassed he was. Her eyes glowed as she looked between the young King and Wolfram. She felt the great disappointment at the fact she had just missed something great! Her face automatically lit up with cunningness, with playfulness and suddenly she shoved the double black towards Wolfram with both hands.
Said male yelped loudly, his voice ripping from his throat and he waved his arms about before crashing into Wolfram. Wolfram's eyes widen, his lips parted in a silent cry as he fell to the deck with a loud thud. The wood vibrated underneath him, airing up through his hands.
Wolfram blinked furiously, looking but not seeing. His heart pounded loudly, echoing through his head and making his ears buzz with nothingness. He licks his top lip, gaining a burst of the fresh water taste which only made him flush. Slowly he blinks once more, only to find blackness staring back at him. He found his legs spread and folded up with a firm body laying between them.
His face turned even redder as he realized just what position he had landed on. Yuuri's breath hitched in his throat, his mouth gapped and he made a loud wheeze. His own heart pounded and his hands shook on either side of Wolfram's head, really struggling to brace himself above Wolfram.
"I-I! W-Wolfram…I…!" he couldn't get the words out, they got stuck his throat. Yuuri made a slight goggle from the back of his head as he felt the incredibly warm body below him shift, he ripped himself away from Wolfram. Falling on his backside and crawling backward, his face on fire, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
The short blonde slowly pushes himself up, his hands between his legs and spread firmly on the itchy wood. He kept his head down while his lips pressed tightly together, his eyes wide and his shoulders hunched up. He trembled while his soft face turned a whole new shade of red, his teeth ripped into the sensitive skin of his bottom lip. Wolfram could even taste the familiar flavour of copper. His body shuddered and Wolfram noticed the incredible lack of warmth that danced across the front of his body. His throat felt so dry that he couldn't even swallow without feeling as if he was about to choke. His ears rang with Yuuri's words, apologizing over and over.
Wolfram didn't understand why, though, it was his supposed mother's fault, right? He was sure he had seen the woman push the King but still, his legs curled together from the lack of warmth that came from the body who had just laid against him moments ago. A nervous, strain smile appeared across his face. Wolfram clocks his head to the side, peeking off to the side through his thick eyelashes. Wolfram's emerald eyes flickered, feeling something cold kiss the tip of nose, melting into his soft skin. He blinks, Wolfram slowly tilts his head backward to peer up at the clouds and seeing something white begin to glide down to him. Kissing his cheeks, nipping at everything and anything it could get its hands on. Slowly, Wolfram reached his hands out and pressed his hands together, cupping the whiteness. He glanced down, watching as the whiteness began to build up.
"….Snow…" Yuuri muttered, tilting his head to see the frozen water begin to speck along his black clothing, sticking out like swore thumb. He breathed out, watching a small cloud fall from his lips.
Dancing out in front of him, "It's snowing…" he mumbled out, snapping his head up and looked at the sky and frowned. The once beautiful blue sky had become crystal white, slowly swirling around eachother and dancing a little. Yuuri shifts a single hand and caught the snow, he frowned. Wondering just when it had started to snow. Slowly at first, falling from the sky much like a gentle rain. Gracefully flittering from the clouds below and cuddle the sadness and happiness below. Lovingly whispering while cherishing the dance the pure made.
The uneasiness Wolfram was feeling, the heat that chewed through his vein automatically drained away while the Omega tilted his head back down. He gazes down at the snow, eyes running over the small gathering of snow in his hands. Mentally commenting on the beauty it held and the way it kissed one and another. His skin felt smooth, and trembled underneath the pure snow. Wolfram hadn't seen snow in a long time, in all his life, it had only snowed once. One time, it had ever snowed in Shin Makaou and his old mistress had forced him out into the dangerous weather. Wolfram remembered the coldness which rolled its fingertips along his skin, nipping at the edges of his shoulders and remembered the way it made his feet stung. Wolfram remembered when he crawled out of the sea of snow to find his feet blue, he had shivered and sneezed.
It had been the first time he had been seriously sick, and the only time in fact. Wolfram didn't have a very clear memory of the weather, as the moment he had come through the door of the Inn, his master had come after him. Wolfram tended to forget things whenever his master would slam his fist onto his head. That day was fuzzy, blurry, and Wolfram hardly remembered what snow looked like. He just knew it was cold and melt through his fingers. He knew it could affect his health, being an apparent fire Mazoku.
At this moment in time, Wolfram could watch as the frozen water build up between his hands. He chews his bottom lip, finding himself memorized with it. He did not remember the last time it snowed, so this was a brand new experience to him. Wolfram's lips gently shifts into a tiny smile, liking the way the white water suckles the pads of his fingers. Oddly, it promptly began to melt as soon as it touched him. He could feel the silk liquid leek through his fingers, curling around the tips of his fingers and feathering along his thighs.
After a shaky breath, Wolfram pushes himself onto his feet. His legs shook but he was able to keep his balance, eventually his hands dropped and the snow swirled downward, circling around his feet. Wolfram stared after it, watching as it snuggled up to his bare feet. Ever since he got back from the island, he had yet to change and now Wolfram understood why it was important to bundle up. He started freezing, his skin twitched and something smooth and bitter cold ran along his bare feet. Wolfram wished he had changed as soon as he stepped into the boat's room, he still wore those knee-length shorts with a simple thin shirt, different to the clothes Lady Cecilie had helped herself into. His small button nose flushed red and wiggled from the quickly dropping temperature, he let a tiny sneeze.
"Oh Wolfe," Cecilie cooed, closing the tiny distant between her and her baby boy. Her arms closing around Wolfram's shoulders and drawing him into her warmth. She gently stroked the edges of Wolfram's shoulders. Cecilie, herself could feel how cold Wolfram had become.
Her long golden curls were pulled off her face by a black head band, and Wolfram glanced at her, noticing she was fully prepared for the cold weather. She wore a dress which was very similar to the black dress she'd wear back at the castle, almost exactly the same with a thick white dress underneath. While the black dress was strap, the white dress buddle up around her neck and ran down her thin arms. Just as the skirt shifted around her, Wolfram noticed a pair of white thick pants ducked into black boots. She still looked beautiful. Especially as the snow came feathering down around her, Wolfram noticed that the snow melted a little bit slower than it did when the snow touched him.
"Here, this will warm you up," Cecilie smiles, lifting her right hand. Her fingers stretched out wide and Wolfram silently gasped as the something sparked within the palm of her hand. Flames beginning to crawl out between her fingers, and eventually becoming a fire ball that shifted around one and another.
"You like that, huh?" the blonde beauty chuckled, tilting her head and watching the glowing awe in Wolfram's minty eyes. Wolfram flushed at Cecilie's words, and meekly smiled at her, he briefly wondered if one day he could call upon fire like that? Be able to make the fire dance along his fingers? Hopefully, one day he could even speak to the fire like his supposed mother could. A tiny flash of resentment feed through his veins as Wolfram remembered he couldn't even call a tiny flame. Wolfram, quickly shook the thought away and smiles at the burning flame.
Yuuri tilts his head, his midnight eyes gaze at the two blondes. It was at that moment, Yuuri truly noticed the pair was mother and son. Matching gentle blonde hair and wide emerald eyes, the resemblance is striking. He watches as Cecilie tilts her head, resting her cheek against the top of Wolfram's head. Yuuri smiles to himself thoughtfully, Wolfram looked gorgeous with the fire licking at his features. Highlighting his face, just beautifully.
"Look," Cecilie smiled, squealing loudly and righting herself up. Her strawberry lips pulls into a wide smile, her large eyes sparkling as they took in something from the distant. She hums loudly and chuckles to herself.
"There it is – The Land of Snow!" Wolfram looks in the direction Cecilie pointed in. His nose wiggled and Wolfram gulped, eyeing the way the glowing whiteness began to form through the snow.
A solid outline began to form. It was rather large, much larger than the island Wolfram had stumbled across yesterday. He narrowed his deep green eyes, trying to make out anything on the island but couldn't. The Land of Snow was too far to see any detail.
"Wolfe!" Cecilie sang, turning Wolfram around to face her and winked at him.
"You should go change. We'll be docking soon." Wolfram inhaled deeply, his throat burned from the freezing coldness around him. He pushed his hair from his face, his fingers twitched uncontrollably. Wolfram hiccups and nods his head a little, shivering as he turned to face the door.
Cecilie helped to lead the weak Omega to the doors, "When we dock, it'll get even colder. It's dangerous for fire Mazokus like ourselves. Come, I'll help you."
Yuuri watches the pair briefly, watching as blonde pair disappeared back into the boat. He nods in farewell as Lady Cecilie flirts over her shoulder to him, bidding a goodbye. He hums under his breath and peered back at the Land of Snow. His eyes shifts side-to-side, trying to pinpoint anything out.
Yuuri found it difficult it outline anything, trees, plants or even animals, only he couldn't, it only made him frustrated. He groaned to himself, his head flopping forward to stare at the wood of the rail. His face turned a pale pink, his red lips twitched and he licked his top like, "I kissed Wolfram…" he realized, his eyes growing wide and his jaw dropping slightly.
"I kissed Wolf…and he didn't push me away…" he murmured softly under his breath.
His lips shifted into a tiny smile, his cheeks flushed deeper. Was he moving? Was he and Wolfram becoming close, well closer anyway? Yuuri reached up and rubbed the back of his neck, he swallows a lump and hums lowly under his breath. Just the thought of being closer to the blonde made his stomach twist with pleasure.
Who would have thought that just meeting his destined mate would make him feel so much. Wolfram! Wolfram was making him feel so much. So many emotions in such a small time period. It was such a rush! A rush that made his knees weak and his head spin, his heart beat painfully. It was the first time he had ever felt such warmth before, sure he had always been warm, but never like this. Whenever he touched Wolfram, it was like he was sitting directly in front of a blazing fire. He supposed it made sense, considering Wolfram is a fire demon.
Yuuri made a side-note to maybe suggest to Gwendal on Wolfram's majutsu, maybe Lady Cecilie could help him unlock his fire? If Gwendal agreed that is, the stoic male was pretty protective over the blonde and was worried Wolfram could hurt himself by unlocking his fire. If it was anything like Lady Cecilie's fire, that is.
The double black alpha clocked his head back and stared up at the snow-falling clouds, puffing his cheeks out. He wondered what Wolfram's fire would be like, would it be strong and powerful like his mother's? Like Lady Cecilie, or would it be timid and shy away from things? Yuuri wondered why Wolfram couldn't call upon his fire. He remembered Conrad mentioning Wolfram had grown up not even trying, or something along those lines but that doesn't make sense. Yuuri had grown up like a normal human, he didn't even know demons existed but as soon as the raven haired male entered Shin Mazoku, he was able to conjure up water in no time.
Yuuri didn't even have any training or anything, he could just do it. Granted, he was the Moau, with great power and all, but at the same time, he was half-demon. Surely a full-blooded demon like Wolfram should have been able to do it as soon as he learnt how. It didn't make sense, or at least, to him anyway. Yuuri sighed dramatically to himself, his nose twitched and he suddenly sneezed. Maybe he should change into warmer clothing as well.
"Shibuya," a familiar voice smoothly chuckled behind him. Yuuri hummed once more and turned around to face the other double black behind. Murata smirked at him, standing in the door frame. Not quite outside, but enough to see the way the snow fell.
His glass glows as he watches the snow briefly, "We'll be docking soon; you should be getting ready."
Yuuri tilts his head, glancing at the snow and noticing he was almost completely white. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to stand out in the snow. He chuckled to himself and rubbed his chin, moving towards the door, "Murata, where did you get up to?" he questioned stepping out of the snow and shaking his head, much like a dog. The snow flushed everywhere, Murata sighed as the snow flickered at him and he ended up pulling off his glasses to re-clean them.
Yuuri simply grinned at his old friend and began to walk down the long hallway to his royal room. Hoping to change into that black sweater he had brought back from Earth, it was a gift his mum had made for him. Surprisingly it was made well, just black with nothing else, other than a simple blue strip across the chest. It was a great upgrade from the girly sweaters she used to make him with princesses, fairies, and unicorns. It was clothing he'd never wear and secretly gave to Greta.
The young princess loved it, she always got twice more of gifts from the beautiful young woman."You aren't chasing any maids again, are you? Don't make me give the maids a lecture on sexual harassment."
Murata snorted. Unlike Earth, most of the men in Shin Mazoku held respect for women, so there was no need for sexual harassment, that and the fact the mating bond was so precious, cherished by everyone, nobody had a second thought on pressuring somebody. "I learnt my lesson the last time," Murata mumbled, slightly in resentment.
He reached up and rubbed his right cheek. Yuuri could almost see the blood red mark that used to sit on the cheek. Yuuri couldn't help but snicker to himself, turning head away. "I've been busy. Believe it or not, I have important work to do."
"Right, of course. How could I possibly forget?" Yuuri rolled his eyes, turning a corner and pushing the large, double doors open to his bedroom. He sniffles a little to himself, leaving doors open as he is sure Murata would follow him into the bedroom. To which, Murata did. The Sage stopped and closed the doors, leaning against the wooden door with his back pressed firmly against the oak. He lowered his head and hums to himself.
"So? What is it you want to talk about?" the young Alpha questioned, unbuttoning his now dirty black jacket and dropping it into the hamper. Yuuri tilts his head to the side, taking out the sweater his mum had made, a week before he had returned from his family break. He lightly rolls his fingers along the single blue strip going across the chest, he smirked to himself as his eyes twinkled. Blue, blue was the colour Lady Cecilie had chosen for Wolfram.
Thought, Yuuri was more than certain the Omega wasn't quite interested in colours, he wondered if the blonde even had a favourite colour. Blue, for now, reminded him of Wolfram. Shaking his head, he quickly buddle it on, pulling it over his head, "You didn't follow me all this way, for nothing."
"Maybe I did. Maybe I just missed my best friend?" Murata smirked widely, lifting his head when he was fully aware that Yuuri had changed. He watched with mild-interest as Yuuri placed his clothing inside the hamper.
Yuuri made a noise from the back of his throat, rolling his eyes and turned to face Murata fully. He reached down and began to tuck his black pants into his black boots, he never truly liked the colour black. The colour of royalty, it always made him a little depressed to be honest. With a small sigh, Yuuri righted himself up and placed his hands on his round hips, "You saw me just a few hours ago."
"Ah. You did, you did." Murata murmured, nodding his head slowly. He smiles widely and pushes his dark curls off his forehead.
"Just checking in. Madam Avilly most likely will be awaiting to greet us in the Nagi mansion, while Lady Elixus will be waiting to greet us at the docks," he explained, absent minded.
"Lady Elixus? She was Conrad's childhood friend, wasn't she?" Yuuri asked, stretching his arms out and smiling at the popping which ran along his arms and back. He arched his back and sighed deeply, his mind turning as he remembered Conrad saying that the young woman was his childhood friend and that they were close. Yuuri briefly wondered if she was as beautiful as Conrad said she was, Yuuri had seen many beautiful girls since his time here, but of course none could stand up to Lady Cecilie.
Murata hummed thoughtfully, rolling his fingers through his hair and smiled amusingly, "Yes. I remember the beautiful Cecilie saying Conrad and Lady Elixus were close friends. Lady Elixus is pretty, I wouldn't say she was beautiful, though," he muttered thoughtfully, pushing his round glasses up his low nose.
"That's a little insulting to say," Yuuri frowned, shaking his head at his friend who shrugged uncaringly. Yuuri sighed to himself, letting out a small yawn and turned on the balls of his feet. The boat wailed, shifting in the water and Yuuri hums to himself, feeling the boat shift side to side, "The boat's slowing down," he said, shoving his hands into his pockets and swallowing a lump in his throat. He steps towards the doors and looks at Murata.
Said Sage makes a click-like sound with his tongue, clicking it against his teeth and humming low under his breath, "We should probably go up deck now, we're most likely entering the Land of Snow's harbour," he spoke, pushing himself off the doors and stretching his arms above his head. His eyes close and he groans loudly. Yuuri nods in reply, and moved to follow after Murata.
Yuuri paused in step, feeling something rub against his hip. The young Alpha King lifts hand and cups the odd orb pressed against his side, it was firm and hard. His ear brows pulled together as he tried to remember what was inside his pocket. Yuuri shook his head when Murata called to him and quickly ran after him, pushing the thought to the back of his head. Whatever it is, it can wait.
Wolfram, down in his own room, sighed to himself. He shifts on the bed, wincing as the blankets pool around his hands. Wolfram moans lowly to himself and stretches his arms. He was now warmed up, wearing a simple button-up furry white and sky blue jacket with matching pants and boots. Wolfram tilted his hand and looked at the fluffy aura gloves which coated his male hands.
He smiles weakly to himself and soundlessly laughs as he rubs the softness along his round cheeks, smiling even wider from the way the gloves rolled along his skin. It felt nice. He hadn't ever had gloves before, and these were great! Well, he had mittens at one point, but they were no way near gorgeous as the ones on his hands. He really liked them, they felt so soft and it oozed between his fingers. He chuckled to himself, shifting the fluffiness around his fingers and grinning to himself.
His cherry red lips spread and he made a squeal, his back arching and he kicked his legs much like a hyperactive child. He laughed to himself and shook his head. His soft, vibrant eyes flickered, rolling his eyes around the room as the ear-piercing sound of the wood whined. He jolted on the bed, almost tripping straight off the edge of the bed. Thankfully, Wolfram was able to brace himself on the bed. Wolfram licked his bottom lip, carefully he got to his feet, his legs still swore from his ordeal. The short golden haired boy walked towards the door, his heavy grey boots with the white fur ringlets making rather loud thuds along the wooden planks underneath him. Wolfram gulps and pushes the door open, quickly running down the hall. His eyes sprung wide when he almost ran straight into a solid body, his jaw dropped and he ducked his head nervously.
The flash of soft colours, pink, lavender and purple moved across his face as he struggled to stop himself from moving. He let out a noiseless cry as he stumbled a few steps away. Finding the familiar maid of Lady Cecilie. Said maid snapped her head around to look at Wolfram, her soft eyes becoming dark and narrowing down at him, glaring harshly.
"You stupid boy!" she snapped, her voice harsh and firmly, hissing down at the little Omega. Wolfram shuddered and bit his bottom, letting out a tiny hiccup. He bowed his head to the maid and began to edge around her, feeling his heart thud painfully in his chest.
"You wretched disgusting Omega!" the maid bristled, staring at the little blonde.
Hearing those words, Wolfram whimpered soundlessly. His wide eyes burned with unleashed tears while his face heated up. His head ducked and he shuddered when the maid shoved him to the side and marched off down a hallway. Wolfram kept still, clued to his spot until he no longer could hear the clicker clank of the maid's high heels. His face flashed a new shade of red while he puffed out his cheek, whimpering deeply from the back of his throat. Wolfram sniffled, his nose twitching while he rubs his burning eyes.
He should have known better, in the eyes of others he was still nothing more than a slave. He was an Omega, the lowest of the breeds and it didn't matter if his mother was the Moah at one point, or the fact both of his apparent brothers are well-respected and known, Wolfram is still nothing more than a filthy, pathetic Omega and it didn't matter that it seemed he was to be the greatest King's mate. The kind and gentle Alpha's chosen one. For a small moment, a little time, Wolfram had forgotten what he was.
The maid had firmly smacked him back into reality; life wasn't a dream. Life was horrible and tough. Wolfram wasn't at the Inn anymore, he was in a much fancier cage now. Alone, without Thorn or Lucas. Hiccupping just a tiny bit, Wolfram rubs his gloved hands together and tilts his head. He felt the un-familiar bubble of emotion grow in his chest, his stomach flipped and his throat twitched, burning while he felt the itchiness nibble in the pit of his stomach.
Wolfram bites his bottom lip a little and breathes in deeply. He licks his top lip and shuddered from the sting-like sensation which ran across the sensitive skin, "Wolfram?" a gentle, kind and familiar voice spoke warmly.
Wolfram blinked and spun around, stumbling backward a few steps. He arches his back and looks up at Conrad. The taller male smiles lovingly, unfazed by Wolfram's nervous action. His oozy gentle chocolate warm eyes gazed down at the blonde, they twitched just a little bit as Conrad noticed the way Wolfram quivered, sniffling as if he was about to cry. Conrad's lips presses together in a stained smile, brotherly worry filled him and leant forward, carefully placing his hand onto Wolfram's shoulder.
"Wolfram? Are you all right?" he asked softly, watching as Wolfram clocks his head to the side thoughtfully.
Conrad narrows his eyes, noticing Wolfram glance down one of the hallways, the one connected to this corridor through the left doorway. It was almost like the shorter male was searching for somebody down the curved corridor. Conrad frowns briefly, for a mere second, had somebody said something to Wolfram? Conrad knew his baby brother was still fragile, but he had not considered people within the castle to lash their tongue towards Wolfram. Especially the ones on this boat, the guards and the maids, all had been around since Conrad himself was a child.
He trusted them, and even Gwendal trusted them, and the man had many trust issues. Apparently, somebody on the boat was not to be trusted. Conrad sighed to himself, it seemed somebody on the boat was being judgemental and back-lashing. Perhaps Yozak could find out who? After all the spy was brilliant at gathering information. Conrad was more than certain Yozak will have a name by the end of this trip.
"Ah. Don't worry Wolfram," Conrad soothed, retreating his hand and stepping away from Wolfram. Said blonde twirled his head around, tilting his head back to look innocently up at the brunette.
"Some people just don't trust what they don't understand. I hate to say it, but things such as that, makes them weak-minded," the taller male smiled warmly once more, reaching his hand out and gently ruffling Wolfram's soft golden locks, "It'll be fine. Nobody will hurt you," he smoothly said, shifting his body weight onto his left foot and placing his hand onto his hip. Wolfram makes a soundless hum and smiles weakly up at the man.
Conrad made him feel safe, his words had a soothing effect on him, an effect that made Wolfram believe the words Conrad uttered. Conrad returns the smile, "Lets head up. We're most likely beginning to dock now."
Wolfram swallows a lump in his throat, walking after Conrad. He hiccups as he nervously walks out from the warmth, moving into the bitter coldness. Automatically, Wolfram's eyes widened and he shuddered, the crackling coldness wrapping its ghostly arms around him, gently stroking along his arms and giving him icy kisses on his cheeks.
The tiny Omega could feel the isolated dreariness seeping through his thick blue sleeves and humming along his skin. Wolfram's nose became red as he moved onto the deck, his cheeks flushing pink. He shuddered painfully and sneezed, rubbing his nose against his blue gloves, sighing from the softness against his face. The howling winds made his skin prickle, Wolfram let out a small bubble of steam. His breath hitching as he followed Conrad out on the deck, and he shifts near a pillar.
"Conrad," Yuuri's gentle voice split through the air. Wolfram felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, he slowly turned his head to find the double black. Yuuri's eyes sparkled, seeing the small Omega walking along with Conrad. He smiles warmly at the blonde, his own face flushed as he remembered the events from earlier, and he felt smug when he saw Wolfram return his smile with a shy and timid smile.
"Heika," Conrad happily spoke, coming to stand next to the young King. He bowed his head to the King who pouted at the title, but didn't say anything. Conrad's eyes flickers as he moves closer to a wooden pillar. His eyes turns and searches the other people coming, he knew his mother would be up on deck soon enough. He sighed to himself as he mentally prepared himself for his mother's excited actions. He silently wondered what would happen once on the Land of Snow, just how Lady Elixus has changed. She used to be an odd child, from what Conrad remembered. The brunette sighed to himself, pushing his hair out of his eyes and glancing around himself. Searching for the orange-haired spy, surely Yozak would be one of the first up here?
"Great Sage," he greeted the other double black.
Murata smiles smoothly, his deep eyes looked to Yuuri from the corner of his eyes, watching as the young Alpha smiles secretively to the Omega. Wolfram flushed red but didn't turn away immediately. Small looks, Murata noted to himself but his eyebrows twitched thoughtfully. It was obvious, to only him it would seem. Something happened between them, and the several generations' genes in him, few female in fact, wants the gossip. Especially since it was his best friend.
"Lord Weller," he hums prideful, shifting on the spot. He perked up even more as he noticed the way Conrad smiled at Yozak. The spy finally making himself known by loudly introducing his arrival and leaning coolly against Conrad's side. Seeing love many times, seeing people want to mate over and over, Murata was no fool to the red string. He could see it has awoken in three people, soon to be four. He quickly added to himself, peeking over at Wolfram. It would normally go un-detected to anybody, but Murata, the Great Sage.
"How interesting," he thought, pushing his round glasses up his nose.
Wolfram inhaled deeply, wincing as he felt the cool bitter winter air rush down his throat. He tilts his head to the side and watches the snow fall. He had gained a lot of weight during the little time he had been down below, what with all his clothes. At least he wasn't freezing, still very cold, but not turning blue. Wolfram creaked a tiny amused smile at the thought, imagine himself, turning blue. He found that a little funny. Fluffy snow came melting down, running its fingertips along his curved cheeks and along his nose bridge.
The cold snow dapped at his skin, making his soft skin turn darker, his little nose becoming a cherry. His gentle emerald eyes flickered, blowing up as the boat shifted and jolted, coming to a stop by the wooden dock. A loud growling thud erupted around him, Wolfram sniffled and clocks his head to the side, watching as the wooden walkway was placed between the boat and the docks. People ran around, skittering about and gathering things up, attaching small ropes tightly to other wooden planks, nailing the wood together and moving small nobs about.
"Oh! Oh!" Lady Cecilie squealed, bouncing on the spot and spinning towards the shorter blonde. Cecilie latched her arms tightly around Wolfram's shoulders, pulling him in tightly. Brushing him into her large bust.
"Oh Wolfe! We're here! We're really back!" she laughed joyfully, her lips glittering as they pulled into a wide smile. A joyful and exciting smile that just enchanted Wolfram, made the blonde staring soft eyed at his mother, feeling her own bubble of happiness fill his veins.
"Mother," Conrad sighed, carefully stepping up to the blondes and gently pulling Wolfram free from the woman's flaring clutches.
"You'll suffocate Wolfram," the tall brunette chuckled, watching as the woman gasped dramatically. Conrad lets out a breath of air and looks down at Wolfram. Said Omega looked a tiny bit shaken, but he seemed more nervous about entering this strange land. The brunette gently stroked Wolfram's shoulder in comfort. Wolfram twirled his head up to look at the brunette and returned the gentle smile with a strain one of his own.
Yuuri shyly smiles to himself, his cheeks dark as he catches the look Murata sent him. He cranks his head forward and awkwardly looks to the wood underneath him, running his fingertips gently along the back of his neck. He tilts his head, his deep onyx eyes peering up through the black hairs he possessed.
Lady Elixus is supposed to be waiting for them, Yuuri noted as he looked over the rails. His eyes took in the wooden planks lined up beautiful, white oaks seemed to glow from below the boat and Yuuri hiccups lightly as a snow flake kissed his button up nose. A gorgeous hut stood to the side, caked in glittering white frozen snow. Yuuri had a feeling that was where Lady Elixus is waiting for them.
Yuuri blinks once and twice when he heard his name called, glancing to the owner, Yuuri smiles kindly at Conrad, "Heika, we're beginning to dock."
"Call me 'Yuuri', you named me after all," Yuuri says, quickly following after Conrad. Being placed in the front of their small group, he gulps and inhales deeply, his hands shook from his own nerves.
Yuuri had been to many places, met many people and yet, he was still able to become nervous and anxious whenever he would meet another person. His throat was so dry that when his breath hitched, it caused his throat to burn. The double black shook his head and briefly closed his eyes. He was ready, or at least, as ready as he could ever be.
Arching his back, Yuuri peeked back over his shoulder and he automatically felt relaxed when his eyes locked with gentle emerald eyes. Yuuri could see the pure nervousness and anxiousness prickling along Wolfram's face. It was at that moment, Yuuri realized, that he had to be strong for the Omega. He wanted to go back and hold Wolfram, soothe his worry away but Yuuri could not. He returned his attention to the front, biting his bottom lip as he stepped off the boat. It was almost as if the world's shifted around him.
Yuuri felt as if the air had suddenly become heavier and stale. It was like hands were digging into his shoulders, pushing him downward at fullforce. The air felt dead even, it unnerved Yuuri. He felt the Moah within him stir at the sudden shift in nature. Yuuri peeked over his shoulder and watched as, one-by-one, his beloved ones stepped from the boat. His onyx eyes stared deeply at their faces, searching for any signs of them feeling what he felt, only he saw none. Nobody seemed as if they felt what he had.
Wolfram hiccups lowly, rubbing his gloved hands together. Even thought he was bundled up in thick clothing, he was cold. His curious eyes slowly shifts to the side, looking off to the side and then turned to the right. His eyes rolls across the little land he was exposed to. It was gorgeous, Wolfram realized, stunned. Large, snow caked bushy trees scattered around with lushes of untouched snow spread out below it. Little white flowers bloomed in places, curling around the trees and even the dock planks. What looked like pure white fruit seemed to grow from the tree branches, berries even bloomed up from the snow.
Pooling out around the plants. Wolfram gazed down at the berries, before he noticed the small and adorable animal prints within the snow. Wolfram wanted to crouch down and gently run his fingertips along the snow prints but fought against it. Nervously following the others, he nibbled his bottom lip from the cold gush of wind which blew along his skin. Goose bumps bursts across his skin and Wolfram shuddered, clenching his hands tightly around one another. When Wolfram licked his bottom lip, it stung from the way warmth touched the coldness, making Wolfram wince and puff out his cheeks. He'd do anything to be able to control fire, or at least do something to make himself warm.
"Conrart!"
Ah. And that is the end of chapter 11. Do you like it? It isn't bad is it?
Ohhhhhhhh~ They're finally boarded the Land Of Snow! What will happen? So MUCH! Hahaha. Wolfram is starting to warm up to Yuuri, understanding the double black King won't let him get away. Hehe~ But I do have a...event that will fully push Wolfram over the edge. And to the people who keep asking when will Wolfram use his fire? Oh, he will. He will...lets just say...it's very bloody. Bwhahaha. I'm not too evil...am I?
OH! Wolfe! You're so simple minded.
Please review~ I'd like more reviews.