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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

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Chapter 14

Roots of the journal

Ken Murata was restless.

His body was twitching and his muscles kept shifting underneath his padding of skin. He hardly had any sleep last night, his brain was too overwhelmed with information. Trying to make sense of anything and really, was beginning to annoy him. Like seriously, what the hell could Madam Avilly be up to? So far, he had gathered that Avilly obviously held some kind of twisted grudge towards Omegas – for whatever reason was beyond him as Murata's opinions of Omegas haven't changed at all. He adored all kinds of Omegas and could truly see the heart of pure light they held - no matter if they've done something unforgiveable to others. Murata will always forgive them.

Was it her daughter? Murata wisely knew that when the beautiful rosy-haired Beta gave birth to the young Omega, she had lost a great deal of respect – she hardly had anybody living on the island anymore. Only herself and her child.

Lady Elixus is her daughter. Her own flesh and blood. Murata had seen that humans and Mazoku alike would use their children to gain anything and everything. He wouldn't put it past her to even hurt her daughter, as most Omegas were rejected by their own family, but Murata at first thought she cared for her daughter but now, he wasn't so sure. It seemed as if Madam Avilly held a cold pierce for her.

It was obvious – Murata could see it and he understood it. He had seen enough pain, suffering and anger to easily pinpoint somebody who was hoping to course pain – who held bad intentions. Madam Avilly, Murata wasn't even sure if she loved Lady Elixus. She treated the young Omega like gum on her shoe, that she didn't love her and that it almost pained her to see the small Omega's face. It made his stomach flip and his chest tighten. It was bluntly obvious Madam Avilly was using Lady Elixus for something, but what?

And the slap. Lady Elixus had slapped Conrad Weller. Lady Cecile's middle child. Conrad wasn't next-in-line for the throne, so Madam Avilly wouldn't be able to touch the royal intentions that most other people would be after. Murata let out a low groan, and ran the palm of his hand down his face, making a small groan. The only thing he could think of, is maybe, just maybe, Lady Elixus really did love Conrad and she wanted to be with him? And if that is the case, Murata won't stand in her way and will be willing to step to the side but he doesn't feel that that is the full story. He could see the Omega held feelings, but whether she is being pushed by her overbearing mother or not, is something that was highly possible.

Shaking his head furiously, fully annoyed with himself, the young Sage shifts down the corridor. His black swirling orbs glances around himself, his wide glasses sitting snuggly on the tip of his pointed white nose. He was the Great Sage, the Wise Sage – he should be able to easily understand this. To easily read between the lines but for some twisted and overbearing reason, he couldn't bloody see it! He had seen many things, lived many lives and Murata knew it was most likely right in front of his face. He'd most likely be kicking himself when he does realize it – it was even starting to piss him off.

And so, the young double black found himself sneaking down the familiar corridor. His head low, and ducking out of any kind of white maid that came skipping around the corner or even a grey butler. Murata made sure to stay out of sight as he made his way to his destination.

Murata was going to get answers. He needed them or he was afraid he'd lose his hair and to be honest, Murata's sure he'll lose he'll lose the many eyes if he was bold and he couldn't have that. He likes being the center of a lustful gaze. It always made him glow with pride – sort of.

Shaking his head once more, the Great Sage peers down another hallway with his hand clenching around the glassy door-handle. With one last look around himself, he merged himself through the door and carefully closed it behind himself. Almost automatically, he was coated in darkness. He stood almost numbly, leaning against the door of the office before leaning for the small light switch. It was quiet. Dead silent within the room.

'A study', Murata quietly thought to himself. The newly small, dim light from the lamp on a nearby deck was the only source illuminating the room – it was connected up to the light switch he had just flickered on.

The study wasn't very big, much smaller then what Murata had thought it would have been. It did have four walls, four light blue walls with a single window behind the rather small desk. Small shelves of books lined up on either sides of the room and when Murata looked, he felt his curiosity peek as he noticed there were many books on many different creatures and plants of all different kinds. One or two caught his eye, and Murata was reminded how much dangerous Shin Makaou is compared to Earth. Murata is beyond glad that those kinds of creatures and plants did not exist on that side of the coin. Thank Shinou.

Snorting lightly to himself, he pushes his silk black hair off his face and zeros down onto his mark. His eyes turning to the only place that would hold any kind of document that could help him. He saw the desk within the room and he easily advanced towards it. His hands twitching as he took in the soft white wood of the desk. It smelt funny, he noted to himself and ran his eyes across the messy papers left across the top with a few blue-inked feathers placed about.

'Looks like Avilly didn't get to finish her paper work.' Murata thought in amusement, lifting one of the papers and briefly reading the blue inked words.

Something about plants he had never heard about. His lips twists together and his eyebrows draws together as he read the words. A small twitch flickered along the back of his head. It sounded familiar but whatever flower or root this was, he had never heard of that name before. Eventually Murata shrugged to himself.

It was most likely a medical plant or a healer root. The island of snow had many of those kinds around the place – they were known for growing and experimenting in making new kinds of herbs that could help heal somebody. That was where Madam Avilly received most of her money from. In fact, it is pretty much the only thing keeping the island on float. People really only still keep in contact with the Nagi Clan for such herbs. That and the rarer clothes Madam Avilly still develops every now and then.

Placing the scattered papers back on the desk, he turned his attention to the small bundle of papers and quickly looked through them. A small frown settled across his fingers and puffed out his cheeks. His eyes drop to the drawers of the desk, and he quickly crouches down. His fingers shake a little as he checked the drawers, tugging on the small handles. The first opened with ease, sliding out without any effort and Murata could only find a small pack of plain, untouched paper. He moved onto the next. Like the first drawerm it opened effortlessly with hardly anything in it.

Eventually, Murata closed the last drawer and let out a deep groan. His head lowered a little, and he rubbed his throbbing temples and bites at his bottom lip, when he noticed he was clenching his hands – from the sting that spread across his palm – Murata made a frustrated sound from the back of his throat. He didn't want to rip the study apart to find anything that could help him. No, scratch that, he wanted to rip everything down and search everything furiously but he couldn't. If he did, he would be caught. Murata is sure that Avilly would be able to notice if he really did move something, Avilly would notice. Most likely. If his memory was correct, Avilly was a neat-freak.

Threading his fingers through his silky black locks, Murata let out a frustrated grumble and tilts his head to the side. His round glasses catches the light from the small lamp, as he silently took in the neatly kept office. Murata's mind turns, while he eyes everything in sight. He remembered, from his previous life when Avilly and Lady Cecilie were quite young. Much younger than what the pair are now, Murata remembered himself being old and fragile, watching on with a soft eye as the two ran about with their hips locked together. He remembered Avilly used to carry a crimson diary around and he wondered if she still had it or even other dairies.

With that thought in mind, Murata took a beeline towards the large book shelves. His dark orbs quickly snapping to each and every book lined up. Once again, he briefly muttered the titles to himself – plants, berries, roots, animals and small creatures but nothing that leaped out at him as odd in comparison to the other books around. His fingertips barely even touched the firm hardcover of the books as he reads them.

"Shinou." Murata frowns, tilting his head to look expecting around the study. He stand numbly still in the middle, waiting and watching. His eyes narrows as he waits for the great – but yet incredibly annoying – blonde to appear.

Only he never did. It was strange and it made him feel uneasy. His stomach dropped with each second that passed. He sniffles once and pushes his round glasses up his pointed nose. Murata shifts once more and looks around him. Shinou had never, well, stood him up before. He had always came running whenever the double black called to him, just to annoy him, to poke him. Not once has the frustrating Great King outright ignored him, not since Yuuri had purified him that is. It was like Shinou lived to bug Murata now.

"Shinou? Where is he?" Murata muttered under his breath, his black eyebrows together and his lips pressed tightly together. His pointed nose twitches and in pure stress, pushed the black tuffs off his forehead.

It was in that moment, Murata had realized how quiet the normally active and always there King had become. He had not really seen him since three weeks ago, around the time Wolfram had just began to settle into life. Now that Murata thought about it, Shinou had been around when Wolfram was found and brought to the castle, but he did not make much sound. At the time, Murata just thought Shinou had decided to watch over Wolfram for a while as Wolfram not being around had really placed a dent into his plans. Amazingly, Yuuri had shown himself to be more then what anybody had expected and worked more than expected to save his Kingdom.

'What's going on? Shinou?' Murata thought, feeling the painful concern, worry, and stress begin to build up in the pit of his stomach. He bites at his bottom lip, and steps backward, only to trip over his feet and stumbles. He lets out a small yelp as his back hits against the book shelves. The blood in his veins froze, he straightens himself up and pauses. The sound of the thud of a few books falling off the shelves echoed through the study, and most likely up the hallway.

Murata turns to stare at the door with his narrowed eyes, waiting and expecting for the door to be thrown open. He only let out a deep sigh of relief as ten minutes went by and no one came rushing through the door. Slowly, he relaxes against the bookshelf and carefully tilts his head down to look at the few books resting near his feet. One of which had opened on its journey to the ground, revealing a much smaller raven leather colored book inside.

Murata stares down at the book quietly for a few minutes before finally crouching down and delicately taking the plant book. He quickly removes the small leather book from inside, and turns it over his hands. The small journal was bound by a small grey ribbon, holding it all together. His heart jumps a little in his chest, as he realized just what it is, he began to quickly pack all the books back onto the shelves. His dark orbs kept flickering back down to the journal in his hand and awkwardly slide out from the study. Murata pauses in step and glances around himself, there were no one else standing in the corridor which relieved him.

"Yozak. Yozak, wait."

A familiar voice called out, just as Murata steps down the staircase. He held the journal tightly in his hands, hiding it within his robes as he moved. He lifts his head in time to see a tangerine blur slam a door and leaving behind the brunette male who looked even guiltier as the time passes. As soon as Murata steps into the hallway, his black eyebrows raises and he couldn't help but grin in wonder. He had never seen this pair fight before, sure they would have small silent spells if they disagreed with anything but never out right fought – Yozak completely ignoring the gentle brunette. Especially with Conrad calling out to him in that tone of voice. A tone that Murata had learnt was always saved for the carrot haired spy.

"Lord Weller." Murata greeted, stepping up to him with his arms tucked into his sides. Even though he was so stressed, worried and slightly frustrated – Murata can always find something to amuse himself with.

Conrad jumps, slightly startled with the shorter male. He twirls around to look at Murata, his warm syrup eyes sprinkled with sadness and guilt. He forces a strain and more stressed then anything the shorter male had seen, smile. "Great Sage." He says, his voice creaking a little.

"Trouble in paradise?" Murata asks smoothly, gesturing his head to the side towards the door.

As soon as Murata's words filled his ears, Conrad returns his troubled gaze to the wooden door. It was pathetic, a piece of wood between himself and the most important person to him. His eyes lowered and he closed his hands at his sides. "Yes. Something like that." He sighs softly, shaking his head a little.

"The manliest of men, admits when the clouds become black." Murata uttered out, his eyes becoming glassy as he stares up at the worried captain. Admittingly, he had been in the same positon as the brunette – once upon a time. Something he tries to think about, but finds his dear friend, Yuuri pulling the unwanted memories to the surface.

'Oh, Rufus.'

Conrad's shoulders lifts and falls, letting out a small dramatic whine that amazed Murata as it came from such a lean man. "What is the right decision? If I do take Elixus' hand it would help the Land of snow greatly. I'm sure it would make Elixus' life better as well as become a great benefit to Shin Makoku…" he murmured out, trailing over and making another surprising whimper.

"But on the other hand…Yozak… he is…" Conrad began, trailing off and allowing his head to lower in quiet shame. Him taking Elixus's hand would also help with Yuuri's decision on bringing Omegas back into light as Elixus is an Omega. If she was to become his mate, she would become the King's bodyguard's mate and would be up in the ranks. The mere thought of it made his stomach twist so painfully, that he was worried that tears would seep out from his short eyelashes.

Murata tilts his head and leans forward, peer up at Conrad's face. His black orbs glowing brightly and taking in Conrad's dazed face. His mind was obviously running back to a few pleasant memories which courses Conrad to even sniffle. Most likely some kind of childhood memory.

"Yozak is?" Murata pressed.

Conrad gulps, swallowing a small lump in his throat as he recalled all the times and special moments he had shared with the other.

Yozak had been his first and only friend for a very long time. As a child, Conrad had been a late presenter and being a Beta that wasn't noticed as soon as he entered this world hadn't placed him in high favors as a child. Yozak had been the only child who had willingly come up to play with him and to practice sword fighting with. Sure, he wasn't treated as bad as young Omegas and considering what was happening with Wolfram suddenly going missing, he was ignored by Lady Cecilie as well. Not on purpose though.

Yozak had been the only one to pay any attention to him and Conrad clung to him for it. Never in a million years has he expected to be placed in this positon before. Conrad's eyes flickered as he recalled the night, all those years ago when the two of them had been very young.

Roughly fifteen-years-old by human standards. Yozak had just recently crashed out in Conrad's bed – something that the pair had done many times over. It was the week after Conrad had been given the mating ceremony to and it was still present in his mind. Playing upon his doubts and fears. As soon as his brown eyes fell upon the slumbering orange-haired boy.

As soon as his eyes fell upon Yozak's form, his silky orange curls feathering around his face – highlighting his soft skin. His long eyelashes casting soft patches of shadows across his rounded cheeks. As soon as young Conrad gazed upon the other Beta, he felt his worries and fears melt away and before Conrad knew what he was doing, he found himself crawling up the bed until he was hovering above the sleeping ginger. It was those cherry red plush lips that made Conrad shudder, especially when Yozak makes a deep sleepy groan and rolls onto his back. His head thrown across the pillow underneath him.

Pressing his hands on either sides of Yozak's sleeping head, and Conrad lowers himself towards him. His eyes gazing upon those crimson lips. His heart jumped when he found himself inches away from the other, shuddering as he felt Yozak's minty breath brush against his own lips. Conrad's nose twitches and his eyes slides shut.

It was slow and gentle, carefully pressing his lips to Yozak's soft plush ones. He feels a chill run down his spine as he held his lips to Yozak's for several seconds. As he finally pulls away, Conrad stays hovering above the orange-haired Beta, gazing down at his face. His mind was blank and he felt tingles run up his fingertips.

Yozak makes a grumble in his sleep, his mouth opens wide and he lets out a loud yawn. As soon as Yozak does this, Conrad's mind snaps back into action and makes a loud yelp, throwing himself backward. He holds the back of his wrist to his quivering mouth, his cheeks becoming flush and growing redder and redder with every moment that passes. He moves just in time for Yozak's eyes to open sleepily, he makes a cute mumble and turns his eyes to the still blushing brunette. Yozak slowly pushes himself and yawns again, before suddenly rubbing his lips as he notices a sweet taste upon his lips.

He brushes it off for toothpaste and looks back at his dear friend. 'Conrad, you're becoming so red. You aren't sick, are you?'

Even to this day, Conrad could still hear that worried hitch in Yozak's voice and it still makes his stomach bubbles with warmth. It was a precious memory to him, one he held dear to him. Of course, for a whole month after, Conrad had felt so shy and almost guilty around the other as Yozak had no idea what the small brunette had done at the time. And it wasn't the last time he had found himself doing it either. Conrad couldn't bear the thought of not being around Yozak anymore – not having him by his side no longer.

"Yozak is everything to me…"

His voice came out in a gentle whisper. His eyes slide shut as his shoulders shook. He felt overwhelmed. Conrad didn't want to lose Yozak, in any way – any shape or form. Yozak was his number one, the only one he had and he couldn't afford to lose him. He had almost lost him once, many years ago.

"I think you're lying." Murata said, his face blank with no emotion shown.

He turns his head away from the solider, and allowing the light to grab ahold of his glasses and shielding his eyes from Conrad's troubled gaze. His lips twitches and he arches his back.

Hearing the wise Sage's words, Conrad feels the many small tawny hairs stood up on end across his skin. He felt as if his breathe had been gripped and ripped from his throat. He couldn't even speak his confusion, his mouth opened but nothing came out.

He was lying? No! He wasn't. Yozak is the best thing to happen to him, his special and precious person. He isn't lying, Conrad knows he isn't – whenever he thinks of his friend, his heart would skip a beat.

"If he really is, then you wouldn't be doubting yourself, asking yourself this." Murata says, lightly rocking on his feet before turning to move down the corridor. Just as he was beginning to walk away, he pauses and looks back over his shoulder to gaze back at the frozen brunette. His lips twitched, and he smirked widely, baring his fangs to the sudden bunny.

"You shouldn't be making the same mistakes twice. Don't follow the misleading peacock once again."

With that said, Murata turns his attention back to the hall. He felt slightly guilty about bringing up Suzanna Julia von Wincott, as after all, she was just a kind and gentle person but Murata had to. Hopefully Conrad could see the mistakes he made then, and hopefully not make them again. Yozak had almost requested Lady Cecilie – the queen at the time – to send him on a long-term spy mission, where he would hardly have to come into the castle. Murata, in his previous life, had seen how hurt and confused Yozak had been. He felt that Yozak had no idea about his attachment towards the Cecilie's middle child. He probably didn't realize he had grown feelings for the brunette and it had hurt him so much to see Conrad wander after Lady Wincott – unaware of his own feeling at the time.

It was like both refused to accept how they felt. Maybe this time, Murata hoped, it would go the way it is supposed to go. It was obvious they had a red string between them – which had grown so much stronger since Lady Wincott had been around.

Making a low groan, he shoves the black tuffs and all Murata could do really for the pair was hope for them. He had given Conrad advice. 'Let's hope he follows it.' He thought, turning and leaving Conrad behind to his thoughts.

Glancing down, Murata shifts his hand as he looks at the small journal still in his hand. He was eager to see what was inside. Anything that could help him clear his mind and figure out just what was Avilly up to. His hands twitched with the urge to rip the book open and read whatever was on the pages, but he held off as he noticed a certain chamber door he was coming up to. He pauses outside the door and felt his eyebrows raise to his hairline as he realized he hadn't seen a certain King at all this morning.

'Strange…' Murata thought, frowning deeply and turning fully to the door.

Yuuri was an early riser, thanks to his personal trainer – Conrad who would always get him up for morning jogs. Even when the two would not be going on a run that morning, Yuuri would find himself waking up and having to get up – he just couldn't stay in bed late anymore. Normally, Murata would have ran into him by now – teasing him and then poking him until he lets out a frustrated cry.

Pulling his eyebrows together, Murata reaches his hand up and knocks his knuckles against the wood. He waits quietly, briefly wondering if he truly caught some kind bug last night. When he heard nothing from the other side, Murata puffed out his cheeks and knocked even harsher on the door. Feeling the wood vibrate.

"Shibuya? Oi, Shibuya? You still asleep?" he called out, pushing the door open and stepping in.

As soon as he entered the room, he felt his words die in his throat as he looked around the room. The chamber had the royal color – black. Murata wondered briefly if Yuuri ever got sick of that color. It was all Yuuri was allowed to wear, with a little crimson or crystal though – mostly black.

The chamber, if it wasn't for the massive window that was thrown open allowing a stream of sunlight to fill the room – was scary. Black was everywhere, at least with Murata, he got to weary a mix of blue and black – not just black. In his own chamber which was just a few doors down, it was a mix of light black and blue.

A midnight rug covered the white floor, with a queen size bed that had been covered in pitch black. It would give anybody headaches honestly, Yuuri's bedroom back at home – in the castle was nowhere near this black. It had blue and even a little of green, recently. 'Wonder why! Ha.'

The bed was made. Murata found himself walking towards it and running his hand along the blankets, his eyebrows pulled together upon feeling the freezing coldness of the bed. Had nobody laid in it? Murata felt confused, he saw Yuuri leave last night. Making his way to his chamber. Murata was sure he had seen the double black King wonder off in this direction. Perhaps he had got up even earlier?

Murata suddenly smirked. 'Shibuya is probably chasing a certain sweet honey Omega.' The Sage thought in pure amusement and chuckled under his breath.

Lifting his hand, looked down at the small journal and made a soft hum-like sound. A thoughtful expression appeared across his face and his eyes scans around the room. Nobody would think to check in here for him, if they do come looking for him. Smirking even wider, his eyebrows bouncing, Murata moved to get comfortable across the bed. He snorted as he imagined Yuuri's face if he happened to come through that door. Murata shook his head and rolled his eyes, he could almost hear that naive, slightly innocent voice squeal out at him in annoyance.

Shrugging, he wiggled before holding the book close to his face. He unraveled the small string and watched as the pages came undone, revealing neat and swirly blue-inked writing. The book didn't look old, making Murata believe that Avilly had only just began to write in it for the past few months – give or take. The pages were as pure as snow, like everything else in this mansion.

At first, Avilly spoke of small business deals she had amazingly held together. Clothes, and medical supplies. Nothing Murata wasn't expecting. It was quite boring really and Murata found himself slightly annoyed. He hoped he hadn't stolen this for no reason.

Just as Murata was beginning to wonder if this journal was a business keeper – he came across a neatly written page of a strange plant he had never heard of before - only to find himself stiffen as he realized it was just renamed.

Oh! He knew of this plant. He knew of it very well.

There were many medical mysteries of the world, many different types and just as many cures has been made for them – yet at the same time, a few cures and sources have yet to be identified. It seemed one medical doctor from the sixteenth century had compared a certain mystery illness, this sudden disease to a soul and heartless thief. Some believed it to be true.

The last time somebody had come down this – drug, had been years ago before Shinou had banned it from the lands. At first, people believed it to be an everlasting illness, only to later find out it really was a drug. A very deadly and sickly drug. It effects both humans and demons. It doesn't affect the Demon King much, but if given more and more each hour – it will begin to affect him good. An example was when Shinou's first maid had begun to sneak it into his meals and drinks. The King didn't realize it until he could barely move his body –the Omega, Rufus, was the one to discover the drug.

As Murata read he felt a cool chill run down his body. His eyes grow wider and wider, his body becoming stiff with each blue word he read. "How… how could she know this? Why would she want this information?" he thought out loud, springing up from the blankets with his hands shaking. Shock filled his body. After his dear Rufus had discovered the drug, it had been quickly traced back to a deadly orange flower. It no longer grows – nobody had the seeds to it since Shinou had burnt every single one.

Back then, there were fields of the flower. Flowers that could be used to stun anybody and shockingly, even the Demon King. Of course, it doesn't affect them straight away like the others, but if they receive the drug repeatingly, it will begin to shut them down.

After months of work and research, they had finally figured out how to create the flower and produce just as strong drug as back then. Thanks to Lady Cecile, who had taught Avilly how to make flowers? If the beauty had not shared her secrets on flower gardening, Avilly would not have been able to achieve her goal.

The journal slid from his fingers, Murata's eyes grows even wider that it was beginning to make his eyes burn. His mouth gapped, and Murata shuddered. He couldn't believe what he had read. Why the hell would Avilly want that? Why that flower? Why would she want to make that drug. Murata growled deeply under his breath, and his eyes narrowed as his mind reeled and he inhaled sharply.

Swiftly his mind clicked as he recalled how Yuuri had suddenly flared up with a fever last night. How he couldn't walk straight – how he seemed almost drunk, like he was going to be sick. He had, just mere minutes before, been fine. Laughing, and dancing before he suddenly became sick.

"Shit!"

Murata wanted to ram his head into a wall as he throw himself off the bed. Why didn't he realize it before? Yuuri was acting just as Shinou had, slowly becoming worse and worse with each minute that passed. Why does Avilly want Yuuri? Why drug him? Murata shook his head furiously and slammed the door behind him. He had to find the double black, it was deadly if he wasn't treated probably straight away. Especially if he kept receiving the drug.

"Shibuya!" he called out in pure concern, eyes switching side-to-side and trying to spot his Demon King friend. Just as he sprung around the corner, Murata felt his body shudder as he almost collided into somebody. His cheeks flushed a little, as he panted for breath while tilting his head up to look at the beautiful woman.

Lady Cecilie panted herself. Standing across from him with wide worried emerald eyes and she sniffed, her nose twitching. Her arms was held between her massive bust, with her head clocked to the side. She looked like she was on the edge of bursting into tears. Her strawberry lips shook, quivering as she stares back at the just as stressed and worried Sage.

"L-Lady Cecilie." Murata greeted, sharply inhaling and feeling his chest shudder. He panted deeply and pushed his dark tuffs out of his eyes.

Lady Cecilie sniffles once more. "Wolfe has gone missing! I need to find Connie." She says loudly, her voice echoing around Murata who blinked blankly up at her in shock.

"What do you mean he has gone missing?" he gasped out, his mouth gapping – his jaw dropping in his pure shock. He was so worried about Yuuri that he completely forgot what the King had said last night, straight after talking with the Mistress of the island. Could this be because Yuuri had admitted to her that he wanted to mate, court with Wolfram.

What the hell is this lady after! Not only is it possible she had broken Shinou's final word – his own personal law that Murata had advised Yuuri not to break.

"I've looked everywhere. I can't find him! There's no way Wolfe would go off on his own! Not after being locked up most of his life!" Lady Cecilie shirked out, her shoulders rising sharply and curling in on herself. She couldn't believe this was happening again. She was losing her baby again – he had suddenly gone missing, again!

No! Her baby can't be missing again! Wolfe, no, Honey-chan can't be gone! He just can't.

Murata shifts on his feet. His eyes grows darker and his lips twists together, he crosses his arms tightly over his chest. Murata stares at Lady Cecilie and his mind clicks in thought. If anybody could understand, somehow just what was happening – what was going through that woman's head would have to be her closest friend.

"Lady Cecilie. I think we need to have a talk."

Chapter 14/15, done. Yes! It's short, I know, but it is a stepping stone for chapter 15/16. The next chapter, which will be so much longer and will be updated next week. Haha! Whaaa, Wolfram! You're my special little Honey-chan! Whaaaaa! Love it!

I know a few of you guys are trying to figure out who is the woman that kidnapped Wolfram and was a little bewailed when it was shown Avilly isn't the one. Bwhahaha! Don't worry, I haven't pushed it out. In fact, she is central and I love her evil character. I'm excited to show her. Hehe~ Don't worry, everything will be tied together in the end. Haha

MORE REVIEWS! I love reading them ^-^ They're just brilliant, and I adore reading what people have to say.

I am so excited for the next chapter!

Oh! I have a question. Would any of you like to read from Yuuri's view maybe? Something like this one - which is from Murata's. I was just thinking. Hmmm. Dunno when, but maybe the next arc? I haven't quite decided.

Anything at all you guys would like to see happen - please let me know. Ah. Somebody asked for more love for Conrad/Yozak. I hope you enjoyed their puppy love. I enjoyed writing it and am hoping to write more parts like that for the two of them.