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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 16
Breathless Containment
The smell was so unusually familiar that Wolfram found himself breathing more deeply than ever before. He had been around many things in his life, many things but nothing like this. He blinks slowly, his eyes burning from the sun above him.
'Where am I?' he wondered to himself. Slowly walking forward, and almost stumbling over his feet. He felt weak, and his legs felt heavy, like something had chained him to the ground. It made them burn, and he whimpered to himself.
Wolfram looked down, and found his heart skip a painful beat. His pale legs were riddled with cuts and bruises; familiar wounds. When he lifted his trembling hands, all the wounds that had healed and faded were back, bright red and angrier than ever. He trembled, his eyes beginning to build up with salty tears. His nails were split, and cracked – caked with dried blood.
His body shook. Feeling cold, freezing cold and his he found he was dressed in the familiar ripped and stitched back rags.
"I'm… I-I am a…a slave…."
Wolfram didn't even realize the words had passed his lips. His chest tightened, which caused him to sob. Had it been a dream? A nice dream? He wondered to himself. Wolfram clocked his head back to find wooden panels above him, shaking from many people rushing back and forth above him.
His skin burned, reminding him of a whip being slapped over and over against him. He was in the basement. The strong salty smell filled the dusty air, and Wolfram hiccupped. His throat burning, and itching. Slowly, he lowers himself onto the familiar cold floor and shivered. Remembering how could it was down there.
'H-Had I hit my head? Is that why I had that lovely dream?' he wondered to himself, reaching up with a trembling hand. Gently pressing his fingers against his head, he played with the filthy blonde locks. Searching for any wound he would have from banging his head against the ground as he was thrown down the steps.
The bitter cold stones of the basement floor bit harshly at his skin. It upset his inflamed wounds that littered his weak skin. His heart skips his a beat, as he lays himself down carefully. His knees curling together and pulling them up to his chest. His nose twitched, and his lips trembled. It hurt to move. It hurt to breathe. It just hurt so much.
'It h-hurts…' Wolfram sniffled, hot tears building more and more. He struggled to keep them back, and laying numbly, shivering from the unbelievable coldness that fills his veins. His back throbbed, pressing against the floor awkwardly. His body just burns all over, he knew, he must have undertaken whips from his master.
Wolfram stares with unfrozen eyes, staring across from himself quietly. 'It must have been a dream… just a dream. A lovely dream – A dream that I w-wanted, s-something I've wanted forever. A family…' he thought, feeling his lips pull into a smile as he thought of his dream.
His emerald eyes became more watery. They weren't real? Was any of it real? Wolfram doubted it. He struggled to breathe as he tried to think. He wouldn't be seeing them ever again, would he? Only from a distance. He was a slave, a servant, nothing but someone to push around. He wasn't important; he wasn't needed; He didn't have a loving mother, a protective brother, or a sweet brother. He didn't have anybody who would be by his side. He was forever trapped – Trapped in this basement, and chained up.
'T-The only good t-thing is that I get to see T-Thorn and Lucas…' Wolfram sighs softly to himself. Finally, the hot tears began to spill over his cheeks. His hands presses into his throbbing knees, almost digging into the wounds to remind himself that he truly was alive. That he truly was back in the bitter cold basement.
Lady Cecilie. The beautiful woman that had been the Queen once. The woman with long sunshine curls and glowing, glittering green eyes. She was so kind, so happy, and bouncy. She had been there for him, as soon as she could get her hands on him, she had trapped him in a bone-crushing hug, trying to fill him up with enough motherly love as possible to remind him of how much she loved him. She would smile and kiss him on the cheek. Sometimes it was embarrassing, but he was glad to have met her, to find out who she was.
'M-My H-H-Hahaue… my mother.' Wolfram thought with another so escaping his lips. Thinking of the woman. Where had he seen her? Why had he made her his mother? For his dream? His mind must have made it up because it makes sense. Had looked somewhat similar to her, he supposed and he was desperate to have a mother. A beautiful, and kind mother like Lady Cecilie.
He must have chosen her because she was a Queen. He had always wondered what it would have been like if he was a Prince. He wanted a mother so much, that his mind had latched onto the one who he wished was his mother. It was the only expiration that made sense to him.
Wolfram sniffed, and felt his throat burn. His fingers bleed as they pressed further against the weak skin of his knees, and frowns watery. He even had brothers, in his dream. In his fantasy! Two older brothers. The most respectful knights in the whole of Shin Makaou. Gwendal von Voltaire, and Conrad Weller. The strong, and skilful soldiers.
'M-My brothers…'
Gwendal, the eldest son. He is a skilled tactician and is known for having amazing earth magic. Something Wolfram hasn't seen before, but knows that he is more than able to control the ground everyone walked upon. In fact, the castle shook when he was angry. Amusingly, Wolfram found him to have a fear of Anissina. A beautiful young woman with lush ruby hair. Wolfram doesn't recall really spending much time with the woman, but he wished he had in his fantasy. He would have liked to have made another beloved connection. She scared him, for some reason. Wolfram didn't know why, but he had seen Gwendal freeze up and sweat in panic at the mere name. While he does not outwardly show much affection towards his brothers, he shows in times of great stress that he does care.
'My big brother…I would have liked to know him better before waking up…'
Conrad, the second son and the one who spent most time with small Wolfram. He was gentle and kind. He had amazing skill with the sword. Wolfram remember watching him practice. The blade was like another arm to him, and he was able to handle it like he was standing in air. It was something truly beautiful, amazing, and yet gracefully. Unlike his mother and brother, Conrad was a half-breed. He was half human, and didn't have any magic. It scared Wolfram. Doesn't that mean he could lose his brother? He could easily be killed, and he wouldn't live as long as anyone else. It terrified him, and Wolfram struggled to express his fear to his beloved brother.
Or, he thought so. It was cruel. The dream, the fantasy he had made. Taking people, taking wonderful and breath taking people, and forcing them into the places he needed. He needed them, but found them out of reach. He wanted to see them, but knew he couldn't. It was a dream, just a stupid fantasy that burns him. That sets acid across his pale skin. He was alone. So very alone.
With that thought in mind, his chest tightened so much that he found it was difficult to breathe. Even the people he hardly saw, he wished to see right now. To be able to smile to them, to even try and talk to them. He wanted to say so much, but it was too late. Reality is mean. The world is a cruel place, and it would always remind him.
'I wish I could have spent more time with Greta. She truly is a child of the sun. So kind and sweet. She didn't hold being… being an Omega against me… like-l-like I thought she would…' Wolfram sobbed out, and withdrawn into himself. Pulling his knees further up and crushing his eyes shut in a loud cry. 'I wanted to talk to them more. To Anissina, t-to Yozak, to G-Gunther a-and especially M-Murata…they all had tried to help me…'
'Just a fantasy…I-I need to let it g-go…'
More sob escaped his lip. Large, hot tears streams down his cheeks. Finally biting into the painful cuts across his cheeks, making his body throb with powerful waves of pain. He clenched at the rags that barely covered his body, and wished. He wished he could go back. Go back asleep. Back into his dream. He wants to close his eyes and never open them again, but the pain was too great. It was too much for him
He had everything he could ever want. A mother, brothers, kind people, sweet people who had been there and even – even an A-Alpha. His chest tightens further, and his heart shudders. His stomach flips, and tightens powerful. He dreamt of having an Alpha for a mate. An Alpha.
King Yuuri, the 27th King of Shin Makoku. The double black demon that everyone wanted, that everyone chased after and tried to grab a hold of. Wolfram hadn't ever thought about mating, of wanting to share that part of himself with and who would he really? Who would want somebody like himself? Such an ugly, and useless Omega?
Yuuri. Why would Yuuri want him? There was nothing special about himself. Maybe Wolfram wanted to be special, to just show everyone that he was worth something. To dream of the King being in love with himself, the King wanting him, the King wanting to mate with him – wanting the small Omega for himself. It felt good to know that, and yes, it scared him. But it was something that Wolfram realized he wanted. He wanted to mate, to be in love and nervously combine his red string with.
Wolfram wanted to be with the double black Alpha. He supposed it made sense. As a child, he had grown up being nothing and doing what was told. He had heard so much about the king, and Wolfram liked it.
'I fell in love with him before even seeing him…' Wolfram realized, and it hurt even more to realize that. His heart felt horrible, twisting in his chest. He had never realized how much he loved hearing about Yuuri, hearing about his stories, about the amazing adventures he went on. The wonderful and exciting things he had done.
Wolfram remembered hearing about all the people Yuuri had saved, the sweet and goofy smile he had, his gentle eyes… He now recalled everything. He remembers a time when he was young and moving down the streets of Shin Makoku, Thorn holding his tiny, slightly beaten up hand as they rushed through the street filled with so many people. It was difficult to move between the backed tightly crowd, excitedly talking to one another.
It had been a month since Yuuri had come and took his throne. Wolfram, at the time, hardly cared as he struggled to keep up with the new work. Working until he could barely move. To be completely honest, Wolfram held a little resentment towards the double black Alpha King.
Thorn had been in a rush. She was worried about losing out on the fresh vegetables, and had accidently tugged on Wolfram's arm a bit harshly. Pulling him along behind her as the two pushed and shoved their way through the crowd. Hoping that the stalls would still be open, and Thorn knew what kind of punishment that would be waiting if they didn't bring the basket back.
This had also been the first time Wolfram had ran into Victoria. The beautiful black haired Omega had found them when Thorn ended up pulling Wolfram's arm too hard that he tripped over his feet. The tip of his nose stabbing against one of the stones, and with a voiceless cry, fell to the ground. He whimpered, and his large eyes had watered, his heart skipping a beat in his chest.
Wolfram falling, had caused Thorn to jolt and spin around. She gasped and tried her best to tend to Wolfram's battered nose, just as the beautiful Omega emerged from the shadows. Her eyes glowing, and her long skintight blue dress stuck to her body. She had gasped, and tried to help Wolfram too. Wolfram would never forget that voice and accent. It was thick, and had made him stare in awe at the woman. She was gentle and kind, trying to help him the best as she could.
He felt a powerful wave overcome him as he found out Victoria was an Omega, much like himself and he had grown towards her immediately. Thorn had never liked the red haired Omega, and she had said that the moment Wolfram had reached for Victoria's hands rather than hers.
The sound of cheers and laughter filled his ears. Wolfram blinks a little, and glances around himself. He looks at the two beautiful females, and noticed for some odd reason they had a strange twist in their voices. Speaking to one another strangely, but Wolfram shook it off and looked towards the crowd in front of them. All of them seemed excited, no beyond excited. They were clapping their hands, laughing and bouncing around.
Horses. They came in rows. He wanted nothing more than to run out to see the horses. He hardly got to tend to the horses, and when he did, he would always be punished for spending too much time with them, but he did it over and over again. They were just beautiful and sweet animals. And Wolfram loved them. He felt more at peace with them than people.
Wolfram watched with wide eyes, as the horses came with many soldiers riding them or walking at their sides. Beautiful and graceful people. People that looked too good to be true, too wonderful and really should be in some kind of fairy tale. Victoria's eyes sparkled, her pale and slightly chipped lips spread into a wide smile. "Oh~ Look a't the Ki'ng. Isn't just so delight'ful." She said, her eyes swirling with cunningness. An expression appeared on her face, an expression that everyone will come to know very well.
Thorn's eyes grew wide when she saw the look within the blue eyes. Puffing out her cheeks, she leant over and bopped the woman on the head. "Don't you dare? Whatever you're thinking, you can shove off. Don't be stupid. That's the King."
"Owie!" Victoria whimpered out, holding her head and sniffling much like a child.
She looks up with playful glare and huffed, throwing the hair over her shoulder and stuck her nose up in the air. "Alright. Alright."
Wolfram felt numb. He felt it. It was strong, and his chest tightens so much. Like there was a hand within his chest. His lush green orbs widens, his mouth parted. His body shook as if a fire had been lit within his stomach. Wolfram's spine tingled and his bottom lip trembled. His body grew hot, and he sniffled. His heart stopped in his chest, his face grew a bright red, a feather-lite blush appearing across Wolfram's face as he lifted his head to meet a pair of deep midnight black eyes gazing down from a jade beautiful horse.
'T-That's the K-King? That's Y-Yuuri?'
He presses his lips together. Wolfram trembled, watching as the dark horse slowly began to move in the middle of the horse. And the young double midnight haired Alpha sat upon, his large beautiful jade eyes glowing as he looked across his people and smiled brightly. A smile that Wolfram had never seen before, and made him curl his hands together. An attractive smile that was so alluring. His green eyes grow wide, so wide that they felt like they'd pop out of his eye-sockets. They stung harshly and his mouth kept gapping. Wolfram's hands had twirled together, wrapping their fingers tightly around eachother and pressed it against his raging heart, it hurt to even breathe! His legs shock, his knees buckling together.
Could the King really save them? Save everyone? Wolfram wondered, as he remembered what everyone was saying. He felt as if his body had suddenly something wrapped around his shoulders tightly. There was something inside him, something that hadn't noticed before and something that had just suddenly appeared. It grows and ebbs like a tide. It felt there was a sudden fiery warm storm, which rushes through his veins and hugs him tightly. He felt as if something was knocking inside him and trying to gain his attention. Wolfram found himself liking that smile, and even days after seeing it, he doesn't forget the smile. Not ever.
Yuuri suddenly blinks, and turns his attention to the brunette soldier riding next to him. He said something to him which caused the Alpha King flush pink from embarrassment and Wolfram's heart beat even more in his chest. The King finally smiled shyly and nods, taking something from the man and sat up straight. Straightening himself and looking on either side of himself, he smiled widely at his people and waves with a timid hand.
Conrad says something again, and Yuuri nods before he nervously began to carefully throw something out to the ground. The crowd went wild, and Wolfram's eyes grow wide. Unaware his own face was red, and he stumbled backward as all the people around began to laugh, and reach for the things the kind King was throwing out.
Wolfram swiftly noticed something, almost hovering, through the air. His wide emerald orbs turns up to look at the small object, it was shining and glowing. Catching the sun as it moved, gliding through the air and Wolfram moved forward. His shaking hand reached out, his fingers spreading out wide and catching the finger. He blinks a little down at it. It was beautiful, and small. Delicate. One of the most beautiful things he had ever seen. And he wondered why he hadn't seen on before, and thought about taking it to Lucas.
A flower. It was beautiful, a tulip or at least he thought it was tulip. They were a soft golden color with a sweet green dusting at the top. It had large leaves, with small thorns but they don't dig into his fingers like the roses back at the Inn does. The tulip's petals were spread out, and curling towards the sun, and it smelt heavenly. A scent that he hadn't smelt before, and it made him smile. His cheeks darkened further. Heart skipping a beat, Wolfram nervously and shyly turned his attention up to look at the King once more. He watched silently as Yuuri was finally lead further down the road, moving towards the castle.
He had never realized, ever noticed. Wolfram had been told many stories about this, but he never thought of it true. It was strange to him, even now, laying across the cool stone ground. Wolfram couldn't believe it, but he supposed it made sense to him. Why he felt so strongly when he saw Yuuri again.
'L-Love at f-first sight…' Wolfram remembered. Thorn had told him about. At night, after their mistress and master had sent them for the night. He would sit with her, and she would tell him all about love and mating. At first, he adored listening to her. Hearing how about much elastic she was about it. How happy she is when speaking about.
Thorn would tell him how gorgeous is it, how glamorous and divine falling in love is. Being in love is many things. Many different but sweet things. Love is a type of feeling your heart actually bounce faster, nervous, excited to meet someone whom you love and enwrapped around your lover. It is very hard to explain, but it's an amazing feeling. Wanting to be with that person all the time. And when you're not and you're going on with your life, sometimes they just pop into your head and it makes you smile like you have this awesome secret. Things that would usually annoy you about people, when he/she does them you don't mind at all. To you they are amazing either way.
It's not a feeling you can describe. It is totally different for everyone. For me, it is trusting someone with your life and being faithful, honest and true to them. It is doing anything and everything to make that person happy and making sacrifices of yourself. It is believing in that person, compromise and conversation. It is a force that takes over you where you feel completely happy and fulfilled. It is the greatest feeling that you can have!
'She wasn't exactly sure when it happened, or even when it started. All she knew for sure was that right here and now, she was falling hard and she could only pray that he was feeling the same way. First best is falling in love. Second best is being in love. Least best is falling out of love. But any of it is better than never having been in love.'
Thorn would even tell him stories. Stories about the princess that needed her prince, who would come to her and save her, and they would fall in love, and then get married. Wolfram loved to hear about them, for a while at least. He eventually became scared of the stories. Of falling in love and giving your heart to somebody. Wolfram saw everything. He saw how apparently people in love acted around one another, how much pain your loved ones will bring and Wolfram was scared of it. He didn't want to go through with it. He didn't want to feel it. He was fine being alone. He guessed.
Wolfram had fallen in love at first sight. He had reacted to the Alpha immediately. Yuuri isn't his Alpha; Wolfram understood that. He wasn't supposed to have the Alpha, this just proves he is just an Omega. A dirty, ugly Omega that wanted an Alpha that isn't his. He sees that know, that is why he had just a dream. Just a fantasy that made him happy, made him feel so warm, and sniffled to himself.
He sobbed. More tears made rivers down his cheeks and cried to himself. It was mean, and cruel of himself to do that. He sobbed, and curled up even more. It hurt, hurt so much. He wanted it to stop. Please. Please. He didn't want to live this anymore. His head throbbed, and his body burned all over.
"Y-Yuuri, it-it… h-hurts…" he whimpered out, his voice so raw and broken. He shivered, and felt his toes curl. He was in love with him. He loved the King, more than anything and he wished his dream was real. He wished the fantasy was real, so he could see Yuuri every day. Hear that voice, and see that smile. Have Yuuri come to him, and try to make him as comfortable as possible.
Wolfram felt so alone. "…it hurts…"
"Wolfe, how can I make it better?"
A sudden soft voice questioned. Wolfram blinked, his eyes prickled, and stung. A strange tingle throbbed from the back of his eyes, and he sniffled. His eyes opened, and he nibbles at his bottom lip. Lifting his head, and looking around the basement. It was freezing cold just as it always was, and he couldn't breathe probably. His eyes felt stiff, and tears still streamed down his cheeks.
What? He wondered in confusion. Scanning the room, he swore he had heard another voice but he couldn't see anybody else. Only the normal supplies the Inn had, and needed. Hiccupping, his throat vibrating with pain and he nose was dripping embarrassingly. He reached up and whipped the back of his hand across his face, his shoulders hunched and head slightly flopped forward.
It was then he noticed something he hadn't noticed before. Lying near his battered and bleeding knees was a flower. He blinks once then twice, before reaching out and as if it was the most precious thing in the world, lifted it. Almost like it was glass, he held it between his hands and felt his eyes water even more. He couldn't even tell what the flower was. It was stained, almost black. Looking as if it was about wither up, with slightly split petals. In fact, the flower was almost weeping for the death that was sure to come.
Drips from the sky slowly fell upon the flower, as it reminded him of himself. He gasped for breathe, as more drops gently kissed the all but dead plant. His shoulders shook and everything looked as if the color was draining.
"Wolfe. Please don't cry. If you cry, I'll cry too."
Wolfram jumped, startled when a small pudgy finger brushed against his cheeks. Trying to brush the tears away, and with a broken gasp, Wolfram snapped his head. He felt his heart move harshly within his chest, beginning to be heard as he locked eyes with a pair of large, round midnight orbs that sparkled with beauty.
"Wolfe?"
Wolfram blinked once more, lips parting in surprise and unsure of what was going on. More salty tears ran along his cheeks, staining the rosy cheeks. His hands trembled, as he held the flower and his hand lowered to rest against his lap. His skin twitched and ached. His stomach flipped as he found himself gazing at a child, he thinks. Wolfram isn't sure, but pure innocent sat across from him with a warm smile on their face.
"Here, Wolfe."
A handkerchief was gently dapped against his face, brushing the tears away. Wolfram felt confused, as he looked over the small adorable child. It was female, or at least Wolfram thinks so, but at the same time, a soft voice was telling him the child was in fact male not female. He gulps, and tilts his head to the side to gaze at the child, feeling even more confused than before.
Dark, lush jade locks curled around a round face with matching kind orbs. His hair was short, and pulled into a pair of matching ponytails by blue ribbons. The ribbons were tied into cute matching blue bows. A puffy, bumblebee dress with a frilly snowy white apron tied around her waist. A massive snow bow could be seen sitting on her lower back, two parts of the ribbons of the bow hanged, and reached just below his knees and fanned out.
The boy smiles brightly, a very familiar smile that makes Wolframs breathe hitch at how familiar it is. His fern eyes glows brightly at him, and Wolfram shuddered. His lips opened and shut, much like a fish which coursed the child to giggle in amusement at him.
"Can you really not recognize me, Wolfe? You called for me after all."
He was so innocent and cute. Very much like a certain young syrup haired Princess. He smiles widely and sweetly, clocking his head to the side and stepping towards Wolfram. He dusts off his skirt and then drops in front of him. Quite clumsily, and uncaring of the skirt, especially as it fanned out around him. Wolfram wondered what the point was of dusting it off if he was just going to dirt it up.
Eyebrows raising to hair line, and Wolfram gasped out in surprise. "Y-Yuuri?" he wheezed, out biting at his bottom lip while staring at the young boy. What? What? He was Yuuri, but how? How was that possible? He is so confused. He swallowed a lump in his throat, and gently stroked the dying flower in his hands.
"Wolfe? You called to me, and here I am." Small Yuuri said innocently, and wiggled his hands around himself before glancing about the basement and frowns deeply. "I don't like this place. It's not nice at all."
Wolfram stared blankly. He faintly remembered Yuuri mentioning his mother used to dress him up as a girl as a child. He wondered if this was, one of the many outfits his mother dressed him up. The problem with this was that Wolfram had never, never seen a photo of Yuuri as a child before. Not in his dream either. How was he hallucinating? Wolfram made a soft sound, and rubbed his eyes harshly.
"W-What? Y-Yuuri? How… I-I'm seeing t-things…" Wolfram muttered to himself softly, and sniffled. Shuddering and rubbing his arms. He had to be seeing things. He crushed his eyes shut, so tightly until he could see stars before opening them again.
"Wolfe! Don't do that!" Small Yuuri gasped out, and leant forward to touch Wolfram's face with a disappointed frown. He shook his head stubbornly. "What do you mean, seeing things? I'm right here."
He found himself leaning away, and moving away so there was at least a small gap between himself and the strange child. Small Yuuri could only sigh at the blonde, he reached up and scratched the side of his head before his large eyes looked down at Wolfram's lap and a loud gasp erupted from his lips. "Wolfe. Can I have your flower?" he questioned softly, and smiled kindly. He held his hand out, pressing them together and stretching his pudgy fingers out expectedly.
"Pretty please?"
Wolfram made a small gapping sound from the back of his throat. His green eyes lowered to the stained flower, the stained tulip. It laid, weeping in his hands. Most of his petals gone, and becoming blackish with each second that passed. Wolfram breathed softly, and glanced back at small Yuuri again.
"M-My f-flower?" he repeated slowly, and glanced back at the flower thoughtfully. His flower? What does Yuuri mean by that?
Small Yuuri tilts his head, another frown on his settling upon his lips. He doesn't say anything as he seems to be in thought, his jade eyes glowing adorably before he smiles brightly. "Yes. It's your flower. Can I have it? I won't hurt it, I promise. You trust me, right?" he finally said, somewhat proud of himself. His boyish voice echoing through the basement.
Wolfram stares. He felt as if he was missing something. "But it will hurt…" it fluttered off his tongue, and Wolfram felt his cheeks darkened at the words he made. It will hurt? Why did he say that? Why would it hurt? It's just a flower right? Right?
Little Yuuri continued to smile, his warm onyx orbs glimmers. "Mama says that everything that's worthwhile will cause you pain, but what matters is how happy it makes you feel in the end." he supplied with warm grin.
Wolfram began to tear up; this is truly Yuuri. Yuuri hadn't changed at all since he was a child. He still had the same confidence in love and doing what was right, even if it involved sacrifices because the greater good was worth it.
Wolfram felt as if he couldn't say no to small Yuuri and with trembling hands, he held the flower out. Yuuri's eyes were wide and brightly. He smiles even wider if it was possible, and as gently as he could, cupped his own smaller hands over Wolframs.
Small Yuuri hums sweetly, and takes the flower. His eyes runs over the nasty thing, and Wolfram felt pretty embarrassed that he had given the flower to him. The child grinned as he felt it something flutter against his fingertips and Wolfram at first, thought the flower had somehow beat like a heart.
"It's warm," Small Yuuri whispered excitedly. Small Yuuri smiles sweetly, and holds the flower to his chest before climbing to his feet. "Don't worry Wolfe. I'll take good care of it. I promise."
"It's just as beautiful as you are. Remember?" Small Yuuri said, and hums softly. Eyes closing as the flower swiftly began to gain a beautiful, white like shine that curls around it. Making a white outline, before the flower began to softly turn around in Yuuri's hands and finally, it hovered above his hands. The black stains slowly beginning to fade away with every passing second, pressing close to Yuuri's chest.
Almost lovingly, Small Yuuri stares down at the glowing flower and watches quietly as the flower began to re-gain its former beauty. "I remember loving this flower. Back then, I didn't know why but I understand now. I'm glad it's yours. It matches you." Small Yuuri whispered with such innocent and purpose in his voice. Sounding as if he understood exactly what he was saying, and for some reason, Wolfram felt nervous and anxious.
The flower regained it colour, and Wolfram finally recognized the plant. It was still as beautiful, as the first time he had ever seen it, and now he understood why it felt so important to him. The very same flower he caught the first time he saw Yuuri, the first time he fell in love.
"Remember now, Wolfe? Beautiful Wolframs were the first flower I learnt about. It's so pretty." Small Yuuri breathed out, and smiles even more. He brings the flower as close to his chest as possible, before it glows brightly and finally fades away into his chest. Wolfram stared in shock, and worry as the glowing whiteness disappeared into Yuuri.
Seeing the worry and distress upon Wolfram's face, small Yuuri giggles sweetly and pulls on his skirt. "Everything is alright, Wolfe. See." He says while stretching his arms out, and waving his arms up and down, almost to show he was fine. Small Yuuri didn't seem like he liked his dress that much, but he quickly shook his head and looked back at Wolfram with a serious expression that made him seem much older then what he was.
"It's precious to me. Very special. I'll protect it always. Wolfe…"
"Wolfe, will accept my flower?" Small Yuuri questioned, eyes sparkling in a way which made all fear and worry melt away. Yuuri clocks his head to the side, and finally reaches out his hands once more. His fingers stretches out wide, and a glowing ball of light appeared. It sparkled a beautiful blackish light color. It made Wolfram's breath hitch.
The dark light did not hold any fear, or evilness. In fact it was beautiful, and coursed warmth to spread through his body. It surrounded a familiar flower that Wolfram had only seen once before. Only once before. A tiger lily-like flower. It was midnight with blue and white speckles, it looked absolutely beautiful.
"Y-Yuuri's N-Naivete…?" Wolfram found himself uttering out as he gazed upon the beautiful flower. It was sweet, and just as pretty as either.
Small Yuuri grins widely, and nods his head. He leant forward, and holds the flower out more. "Well? Do you accept me for me?" he said cutely, his short silk black curls bouncing as he moved closer to Wolfram. The sparkling black flower floating between his hands glowing.
"Y-Your flower…" Wolfram mumbled, and slowly reaches his hands out. With trembling hands, he cups the hovering flower and withdraws it to himself. He looks nervously at small Yuuri who smiles brightly, and nods his head encouraging. Gulping, he pulls the flower close and like what Yuuri did, he held it to his chest.
"Wolfe? You love me, don't you?" Small Yuuri suddenly spoke up quietly. Almost afraid to hear the Omega's answer.
Wolfram blinks a little, and tilts his head to look at the small boy. It was weird, to look at Yuuri like this but he really did love Yuuri. And he wanted to see his Yuuri. His own Yuuri as soon as possible. The question was important, and Wolfram his body shiver. His heart skips a beat, and forces a smile across his lips. "I-I…I l-love Y-Yuuri…" he mumbled shyly, and lowering his head. He gasps loudly when the glowing black flower sparkles brighter before disappearing into his own chest, much like his flower had with Yuuri.
"I have your flower now and you have mine. Which means we're bonded now, Wolfe. I'm so happy." He says happy, and smiles even more if it is possible. He rocked on the balls of his feet. Crossing his arms behind him and leaning forward to look closer at Wolfram's face.
"Thank you, Wolfram…." and with that he stood up on his tiptoes and presses a modest kiss to the cute Omega's cheek. Small Yuuri beams as he withdraws from him, and clocked his head to the side with innocent eyes.
"Bye-Bye~"
"Wolfe? Don't worry, there's no way I could lose it now."
When Wolfram lifts his head to hopefully look across at small Yuuri, in hopes to find out what is going on exactly. He felt a flare of worry and fear burst through his body upon finding nobody else in the basement with him. Small Yuuri was gone, and nothing was left in his wait.
Wolfram blinked, and gasped out. He shook his head furiously, and searched himself in confusion. "Yuuri? Y-Yuuri?" he called out worriedly. He didn't want to be alone again. Fear short up his body, and he whimpered loudly. His ears rang, and he let out a loud sound from the back of his throat. He didn't want Yuuri to leave him, not alone. Not here, down here in the place what he fears the most. Eyes stung as he felt as if more tears were building up with every passing second.
"Y-Yuuri. D-Don't leave me a-alone… d-don't you l-love me?" He mumbled out in a broken voice. His shoulders sagging, and he let out another sob.
"Wolfram. I do love you." Suddenly a voice said.
"Don't you get it?"
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height. My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight. For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's. Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with a passion put to use. In my old grieves, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose. With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life."
"I shall but love thee better after death."
It is the last thing, Wolfram heard before everything went dark, and everything around him faded away. Warmth seemed to crawl across him, and the painful wounds he possessed faded away. He swore, for a split second he saw a flash of something crimson.
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Meanwhile, Conrad could hear them laughing. The winds chuckling like a bell upon the unfortunate events. He could almost feel the pain that lingered in the air, and taste the tears on his tongue. It was vile, and made him sick to his stomach. The smell of forgot smell was still in the air, and it had easily overpowered Conrad's senses.
He exhaled deeply that lungs burned. He stood in the crisp air, and gazed down the stairway leading to the basement. His eyes shut, and when he opened them, he felt another wave of sickness overcome him. Just thinking of the pain and torture his dears ones had gone through down there made him want to throw up. He could taste the itchy sickness at the back of his throat.
Conrad still remembered. He could remember the fire, the dancing flames that squealed and meowed like newborn kittens. He remembered rushing out into the mansion grounds with everyone else and quickly moving towards the two wooden doors that lead down to the basement, at the rear of the mansion. It was well hid, and perfect. It could easily be overlooked.
His honey warm eyes widened when he caught sight of the wood flaring bright red. Like angry eyes staring up at him, and he knew something was wrong. 'My brother is dying' erupted through his body, and without thought, he booted the doors open. Watching with satisfaction as the two flimsy wood doors swung open and a trail of burning smoke filled the air. It was eerie, as there is no sound at all. Only the crackling of the hissing dragons that overwhelmed the cellar, destroying everything in its path.
He knew. As soon as he saw the fire. He knew. His eyes wild with fear, and his mouth hanged open. Conrad didn't have time to be impressed, or happy as he looked upon the fire. He knew his mother would be proud when she hears.
'Wolfram did this…' Conrad says quietly to himself, stepping into the burnet out basement. The heavy smell of death in the air, and makes him cover his face. Pressing his hand against his mouth and nose. It was too, and made his head feel heavy.
Wolfram had summoned his fire. It should have been a beautiful thing, a wonderful thing, something that everyone could take pride in and be happy for. But instead it was sickening time. Something that Conrad wished he could take back. Wolfram was forced into using his fire. It had only happened once in their history.
Mentally broken and tutored. Inhuman, pain and fear that bares its fangs and fills their veins. Blood rushes up to their brain, and makes their very skin crawl. Losing color. Losing life. Losing everything. To prevent any more pain, the brain would shut off the outside and the last resort force the magic out of the body.
Wolfram had painfully forced his magic to flare, and by Shinou, it did. His magic erupted much like a ticking time bomb. It had snapped and hissed, and the hottest flames Conrad had ever seen filled the air. Feeding on the fear, pain and despair. Growing and growing with every passing second. Crawling across anything and everything it could get its claws on. So much suffering. Wolfram had to have been in state of complete agony to have shouted blazing inferno upon the place.
Running his fingers through his syrup hair, pushing it back off his face, Conrad frowned deeply. Feeling so stressed, and worried. He couldn't even imagine what his little brother, or godson had gone through. He just hoped that The Great Sage can save them, him being the one with healing magic, but for now…
Right now, he had a job to do. And with that thought, his stomach dropping and flipping, he slowly made his way down the brunet stairway. Being extra careful with his steps, moving slowly and as delicately as possible. Hoping to Shinou, that the stairs wouldn't give out under him but it would be just his luck for it to happen. Conrad didn't have the best luck, and one certain event came to mind as he thought of his terrible luck. On that involved him without an arm.
Gisela was able to re-attach said arm, but still. Conrad remembered the time he had lost the damn limb.
He had to see if Madam Avilly really burned up in the fire. As the Great Sage expects. He wanted to go and see his baby brother, and godson, but he was told to scoop out the basement instead. He was worried about his mother too. Lady Cecilie wasn't fairing to well. She hadn't left Wolfram and Yuuri's side since. She sat between the two, holding their hands and helping the Great Sage the best she could with her teary form.
He frowns to himself, and shook his head. He couldn't understand, no, he wouldn't understand. How could somebody he had known since he was a child, really be this twisted? So deranged, and just pure cruel. He felt sick, his stomach boiled further and he felt as if he was going to throw up which was something considering how much pain, and despair he had seen. He was a warrior, a solider, and he had been to war, seen so much blood and horror but this, this made him feel just wrong.
How could Madam Avilly, do this? Hurt so many people. Her own mother? Conrad couldn't bear the thought of hurting his mother, even if she was more than enough to handle. He loved her, and she had paid so much attention to him and Gwendal than ever, because of Wolfram suddenly disappearing.
Avilly. Conrad still couldn't believe it, even when the Great Sage had come to him and set pure fear into his heart. Both Wolfram and Yuuri had gone missing? It was like his soul had departed from his body, and he was just staring down at himself. He never noticed it before, but he had been told over and over, that he was too much of a settled man. A calm kind of man.
Conrad had never thought about it. It wouldn't cross his mind much, and yes, many people always brought it up to him. He was just tranquil to everything, nothing really got to him, nothing undisturbed his state mind. Now, that doesn't mean he didn't care. He cared a hell a lot more than most people. He loved many people, adored the ones who he held close to him. Conrad could just see everything in black and white, nothing rarely surprised him.
This did. Now, he didn't break or creak like many others have. Like his mother had, she had shattered like glass. Conrad could almost see the glass marks appearing across her skin with every word. Somebody they trusted had betrayed them, had done so many bad and horrific things.
He felt indisposed.
Conrad can only hope. Only hope that everything will be alright in the end. That Wolfram and Yuuri would be alright. Swallowing, he steps into the basement and finds his stomach clench and he struggled to keep his insides from running up his throat. The walls of the basement had long since crumbled and in their place stood thick beams of wood, blackened and charred from where the flames had licked at them. The ruins were still smoking and he could see the faintest glow of embers as he maneuvered around the creaking threshold. Black dust hung in the air and invaded his lungs as he walked around room. It was much bigger than he had originally thought. Nothing had escaped the fire, glass littered the floor where the windows had broken and the metal base of the grand chandelier lay blackened and twisted on the ground.
Conrad touched one of the many charred pillars and winced as it shuddered. He wondered just how those small pillars were keeping the second landing up, but then again, it was going to fall soon. It was good everyone had vacated this morning. The fire had been no accident, Conrad knew that, and they hadn't even bothered to put it out. Just allowed the flames consume the horrors of the torture cellar. Conrad could still smell the choky scent which clung to everything.
Both walked through the door, the building was slowly falling apart. The mansion was had been burning, and the fire had spread quickly, like wildflowers. It had moved further through the wooden slacks, staining white to black. Soot appearing in every creak, and crank. The fire had moved fearfully, stomping its large paws and sneering. Conrad could still remember what the snow mansion looked like when he stumbled out into the open, the porcelain body. He held him close, feeling his body tremble within his hands. Mouth was dripping with blood, and a shattered expression upon his face. Both of them were unmoving. Laying numb, lifeless and quiet, but yet attached to one another. The pain both were feeling most have been beyond memorable.
It was overwhelming, and he pushes his syrup hair out of his face. Ever foot step he makes, something creaks underneath his boot, and a chill ran along his spin. He gulps a bit, and he shook his head. Quietly walking along what remains of the place.
He scratches at the back of his neck, and glanced around quietly. His lips crushed together, and he inhaled sharply, only to almost choke from the vile smell. He could taste it. Shoulders hunching, he lightly booted black plank out of his way and peered along the ground.
'If Avilly really is in here. I would find her corpse. Or at least something from her body.' He thought to himself. He crouches down, and holds his breath as he pulled another a rather large blackish box, throwing it to the side with a frown. It was like looking for a needle in a hay stack. Everything was just so black, so pitch black, obsidian black. The fire had really did a number on the place, and Conrad wasn't sure if he wanted to be proud of Wolfram or not.
Somebody who had never used his fire before, even if his soul had activated it as a last resort, shouldn't have been able to summon so much fire at once. Amazing, but yet still worrying. With another troubled sigh, Conrad moved further into the basement.
"I think she burned up in here." Conrad muttered to himself, honey eyes closing briefly and groaned softly under his breathe. He rubs his eyes tiredly, with that thought, he turned and made his way back. He had a sinking feeling in the pit of stomach; he glances back over his shoulder with just another worried look. He hopped he is right about this, that she is really dead. He couldn't bear the thought of her surviving and coming back.
Madam Avilly met a lot, too many people. Especially his mother, and she was already broken as it is. Conrad didn't want her seeing Avilly any time soon. So perhaps it was god that she had burned up completely. Conrad could only imagine what kind of pain his mother would feel if she could see the wounds Avilly possessed. Even if she did deserve it.
Climbing back up the wooden steps, his breath hitching when one of the step gave away and almost set him to the brunet ground. After a few seconds, he began to climb back up and let out a deep breath of relief as he stumbled back out into the bitter cold mansion grounds. He felt his hands twitch and shake as he slams the black planked double doors shut with an angry grunt. Conrad dusts his hands and grimes. He shook his head to himself, and turned back around to face everyone else.
"Wolf-ram… Yu-uri…" Lady Cecilie's voice is hollow, and her eyes were welled up with tears. She struggled to keep them back, as she looked between the two worriedly. She knew, the King had tried with all his might to protect her baby, and she was so grateful. But worried. Conrad glances at her, watching as she sat between them across from him. Both boys were laid across mats with the Great Sage, healing. Moving between the two, moving his magic from one to the other repeatedly.
Conrad went to step towards them, when he felt a hand suddenly grab his wrist and tug on him back. His name was being muttered again and again. Conrad turned towards the owner, eyes burning with fury and worry. He didn't even notice he was breathing hard. He had never felt so much hatred towards one person before. The longer he stared at the two of them, seeing how much pain they must have felt only built the anger. He had never felt so, so much hatred toward one person before. Most of all, somebody he cared for greatly. The woman he trusted like another mother had done this.
"…Yozak." He finally spoke, finding himself staring back at the orange haired Spy. The man that had been avoiding him. Conrad breathed out softly, and blinks his dark eyes once and then twice. His lips opens and shut.
The man stares quietly at Conrad, his bright blue eyes flickering as he glanced back at the basement. Conrad got the unspoken question, and shook his head. Yozak nods in return, before glancing downward in time to see Conrad's hands clench. His fingers digging into the palms of his hands, and Yozak frowned to himself. Yozak makes a deep grunt like sound from the back of his throat, and shook his head. "Let's go home, Captain." He spoke curtly. Griming to himself as he glanced back at the two kids. Everything looked wrong to him, twisted and just disgusting. It made his stomach turn, he just wanted to go home and return to Blood Plague Castle.
This trip was killing him, with every second. The worst kind, Yozak couldn't help but wish to return to his spy jobs. It was safer than this. He doesn't feel like he was being beaten down with every glance. He wants to go home now. He needed a rest, a good and long one.
Conrad simply nodded, and trailed behind the tangerine haired male. He kept his head down, and just walked quietly. He still couldn't wrap his head around it, and from what had been told, Avilly had locked Elixus down in that basement. That cellar, and had burned her over and over, cutting her and stabbing her. Time and time over. How could he have not seen it? Avilly had hurt her own mother.
All because both were Omegas. Why is it so bad that they're Omegas? Why?
"Don't…" Conrad began, his lips twitching into a frown and he grabbed ahold of Yozak's wrist. Pulling the man back with wide eyes.
Yozak yelped, having not expecting his Captain to do such a thing. Conrad had never done something like that before. With confused, wide blue eyes, he turned his head to face the brunette with a troubled frown appearing across his face. "Captain?" he repeated slowly, eyebrows raising to his carrot hair line.
Conrad inhaled sharply, and shook his head. "Don't call me that, Yozak. We've known eachother long enough." He said, and frowned even deeper than before. Yozak would always call him by his given name. He would only really call him 'Captain' as a teasing thing. A game really, and it felt wrong for Yozak to address him such away without that amusing smile he always had. He knows Yozak is upset with him, after what happened. But honestly, Conrad couldn't lose the Beta. His Beta.
Yozak was everything to him.
Said Beta stared back him with a blank expression. Yozak made Conrad feel uneasy, and he awkwardly shifts his weight from one foot to the other. Only to flush when Yozak let out a low chuckle and a familiar smile graced his lips. It wasn't as big, or wide as his normal smiles but it was a smile none the less. "That is ironic. Don't you think? How many times have the kid asked you to call him Yuuri?" he snorted in amusement.
Conrad breathes out, and blinks a little. A sad smile spreads across his face, and he nods a little. "Yes. But you're different." He tried to explain, his voice soft and low.
"Different? Different how?" Yozak asked without missing a beat. He leant forward in hopes of hearing the other man better, as he knows how shy Conrad can be or become when he is backed into an emotion corner. Conrad's voice would always get so quiet when he talked about his feeling. Yozak couldn't help but feel anxious to hear what his childhood and closest friend was about to say.
Conrad swallows, and nervously looked to the side. Sure, he is normally quiet, clam and collective. But even something like this would render a man scared. He could prevent his anxious to swirl along his body. His heart beat skipped a beat, his body became hot and his stomach flipped. It was strong, and his chest tightens so much. Like there was a hand within his chest. His warm honey eyes slide half-lidded, and his lips parted. His body shook as if a fire had been lit within his stomach. Conrad's spine tingled and he shifts on his feet once again. His body grew hot, and he sniffled. His heart beats harshly in his chest, his face becoming a soft pink, as he lifted his head to meet a pair of sweet crystal blue eyes staring back him just as nervous and anxious as he is.
The first time he really felt this way was back when he was just a young child himself. Before he even had the ceremony of mating which promoted him into stealing Yozak's first kiss. Which still embarrassed him to this day, not that Yozak knows how many times Conrad had stolen kisses from him in their childhood. He will find out eventually thought, just not today.
In human years, he would have been barely over ten years old. Honestly, he was rather short for his age. He remembered it being a hot day. One of the hottest days of the year, and it wasn't one of those nice hot days either. After having a long day of practicing sword fighting, him and Yozak wasn't nearly as good as they are now, and really practiced with wooden swords. Conrad was out of breath, and his silk chocolate locks stuck to his forehead. His cheeks flushed red.
Smiling, and tugging on the collar of his shirt, he turned to face his friend. Only to find Yozak laying against one of the trees. His orange curls messy and spread around his face. He was as hot, and sweaty as himself. With sweat glittering across his skin. He was panting softly, with his lips parted and eyes shut. His long eyelashes casting shadows across his cheeks.
Conrad had called out to him in a gentle voice. Slowly moving towards his friend. He blinks a little, before smiling widely and coming to crouch down in front of Yozak. He had chuckled to himself as he found Yozak dozing off once more. He tended to that a lot, especially considering how lazy his friend is. It was no surprise.
With a slow hand, he reached out and pushed the silk orange curls off his face. Conrad wondered if he should awake him up or not. He clocked his head to the side thoughtfully, and hums softly. It was then that the young brunette began to notice small things he didn't notice before. Like the way his orange curls fell across his forehead, or that his lips were chipped mostly from Yozak's habit of biting, or how soft and pretty looking his skin is. The longer Conrad stared, the more he found his face becoming hotter and hotter, and it wasn't from the summer heat.
His heart skipped a beat, and Conrad glanced down as the memory filled his head momentarily. Conrad finally lifts his head to look at Yozak, his lips twitching as he prepared himself to speak. "Yozak, I-"he began, only to be interrupted by another voice.
"Conrad?" A soft and sweet voice called out. One that made both males to stiffen. Conrad felt a cool chill run up his spin, and a familiar short girl moves towards them. Her head slightly bowed, with a river of red curls falling down her shoulders.
She smiles meekly, and glances between the two worried. "Conrad?" she repeats, hoping to gain his attention.
"Lady Elixus…" Conrad mumbled out, turning to face her fully. He almost hit himself in the head for forgetting. He had to talk to the lady. Especially about the slap she had given him. She had proposed to him, and he knew he couldn't ignore it. Especially if he was going too finally let Yozak know the truth. It was important.
Yozak shifts, and frowns. Peeking between the pair, and sighing softly. He rubs the back of his neck, and nods his head a little. "I'll…Um, I'll see you later. Conrad." He finally said, and smiled a little when Conrad turns to him. He patted him on the shoulder, and bowed to the beautiful, sweet Omega. She, in return, bows her head in respect.
Conrad stared after Yozak, watching as he walked towards the Great Sage. Most likely to help with anything. After a few more seconds of just staring, he finally turned to the Omega and forced a strain smile. "Lady Elixus. Um, how are you holding up…" he mumbled as softly as possible. He felt bad for his dear friend. After all, Madam Avilly hated her own child. How cruel can somebody become to hurt their own child?
"O-Oh. I'm… honestly. I have no idea how I'm supposed to feel. I-I mean, mother was always strict… but I n-never thought she hated me so…" Lady Elixus said. Her voice trailing off and she lowered her head in thought. She held her arms in front of herself, and pressed her fingers together. Playing with them nervously.
With a shuddered gasp, Lady Elixus's head snaps up and looks at Conrad with wide eyes. "Honestly, C-Conrad. I had no idea mother w-would hurt the King, or-or W-Wolfram. Please. You've got to believe me!" She gasped out worriedly, her eyes so wide that they began to burn and sting. Tears began to build at the corners of her eyes, and she let out a broken sob.
"I know, Lady Elixus." Conrad finally said after a few moments of silence. He smiles down at her and places a large hand onto her head, and gently pets her on the head. "Madam Avilly…"
"Madam Avilly was unwell. I'm sorry, Elixus, for what had happened. But…" Conrad said firmly. He lowered his head, himself, feeling ashamed from having to say it, but he had too. She had hurt two people held dear to him. He didn't want her to hurt anybody else and honestly, he'll admit it, he is relieved again.
Lady Elixus frowned deeply and arched her back. Standing much like the noble woman she truly is. Her long crimson curls fell back from her face, revealing her narrowed orbs. She stared up at him with a hard expression and clenched her hands together. Lady Elixus breathed in deeply, her shoulders rising. "She's still my mother, Conrad. No matter what she had done, I still love her."
Guilt quickly eat at him, and Conrad turned away. He glared at his feet, and sighs deeply. "I understand, Lady Elixus." He truly did. After all, no matter how crazy or twisted the woman is. She is still Lady Elixus' mother. Conrad couldn't really imagine what she is feeling, but knows that he wouldn't turn his back on his own mother if she had done something similar.
A pregnant silence filled between the two. Conrad shivered from the coldness, and turned his gaze onto where Yuuri and Wolfram laid a sleep. He watches quietly as the Great Sage worked hard on trying to heal Yuuri the best he could. It must be a difficult task, considering that the Great Sage isn't a healer but it was still impressive.
"…Elixus…" Conrad began. He bites at the inside of his mouth, and looked off to the side. He swallows a little, and sighed to himself. It was not or never. He had to break the proposal now. He didn't want to hurt Lady Elixus. Right after she lost her insane mother, but it had to be done. The boat was being prepared as he spoke. The group was returning back to Blood Plague Castle, as quickly as possible.
"About the, um, proposal…I…" Conrad trailed off, and looked to the side.
Lady Elixus ducks her head. Her eyes shuts, and she puffs out her cheeks. Feeling tears building up, but held them down. She felt her lips twitch, and she breathes out as deeply as possible. "I know ,Conrad. I'm an Omega remember. I can just tell….I can….j-just feel it."
"I'm sorry."
"Hm-hm." Lady Elixus shook her head, with a soft broken chuckle. She turns fully around to face Conrad. A weak smile appearing across her cherry shaped face. She reaches a hand up, and gently cups Conrad's right cheek. Brushing her thumb along the soft skin, gently brushing the curve of his cheek. "If you r-really love him, then you should go for it. You never know when somebody else might come along… b-but I'm sure you t-two are destined mates. I can feel your red string."
"Nee?" She said sweetly, and tilted her head. Her large orbs looked watery, and she swallows a lump in her throat.
Conrad felt his stomach twist so painfully, that he felt as if he couldn't breathe. He bows his head to her. He felt so horrible, he had hurt her. His childhood friend, but it was true. He didn't love her like she loved him. She wasn't his mate and he felt so guilty for it. With a sad smile of his own, Conrad reaches his hand up and cups hers.
"Thank you…" he breathes out, and Lady Elixus smiled more. She nods her head and steps away, bowing her head to him in respect. Conrad mimicked the action, and felt as if the heavy weight on his shoulders had finally been removed.
Finally, he turned around and moved towards where everyone else was standing around. He came to a stop next to Yozak, and glanced at him. He turns his orbs to Yuuri and Wolfram. For the first time, he noticed how pale the two were. While Wolfram was laying on his back, with his arms laying across his stomach – Yuuri was on his back, and looked much worse. He had bandages wrapped around him, and the black clothes he wore to the party, hardly covered him now – it wasn't too bad considering how much of him was wrapped in bandages. Wolfram had a single bandage wrapped around his head, with a larger plaster pressed across his cheek.
"I tried my best. The quicker we get back to the castle the better." Murata finally spoke. He pulled away from Yuuri, and shook his head. He whips sweat from his forehead and swallowed a small lump. He chews at his bottom lip, and rubbed the side of his head.
Murata frowned even deeper, and shook his head. "Yuuri is worse than Wolfram. I assume, Avilly attacked Shibuya more. He is in a worse state then anything I've seen. So many wounds, cuts and such. But they weren't as bad as I expected." He said, and his lips twitched into a small smile.
"What do you mean?" Lady Cecile asked, clocking her head to the side. Her long curls falling back over her shoulders, and she reached out to Wolfram. Gently brushing a sweet curl out of his face, before turning to Yuuri and stroking the back of his head lovingly. She loved both her boys, and could only hope they make it back in time.
Almost impressed, Murata stepped back and crossed his arms. "Shibuya is still in bad shape. I was able to stop the bleeding. I fear he is still bleeding internally, but I think I've stabled him enough for the journey. But we should hurry." He explained, and pushed his hair back. His round glasses were slightly creaked, and he felt a little annoyed that he had replace them.
"I think, Wolfram was subconsciously healing him. He must have gone into shock, and forced his magic into Shibuya. Who in return, used the extra magic to heal himself and fight against the effects of drug?" Murata explained, lips pulling into mystically smile. His rocked downward, and his glasses caught his the light, shielding his eyes. "Pretty impressive if you ask me. I think that is why Wolfram blacked out. He wearied himself out by sending elephantine amounts of magic to Shibuya."
Lady Cecilie gasped, her large teary eyes sparkles and she gently stroked Wolfram's cheeks. "Oh Wolfe. You really tried to help Yuuri… didn't you…" she hums sweetly, and smiles weekly down at his sleeping face.
"Speaking of...Did you take all of Avilly's flowers? The ones growing in the cellar?" Murata asked. Turning his dark eyes up to Yozak. He spoke with a serious tone of voice, and squared his shoulders.
Yozak nodded only once to him. "Yeah. We also took all her research. We've burnt half of it already. What do you want to do with the rest?" he said. Frowning deeply, and firmly running his fingers through the tight curls across his forehead.
"Good. We can't allow it to fall into anybody's hands again. We'll take the rest to Shinou's temple. He'll decide what to do with the rest." Murata muttered with a deep voice. He nods his head in agreement with his words.
"For now, let's get them to the boat. And quickly. Shibuya needs to be seen by Gisela."
Hello! So what do you all think? I'm really curious to see if anybody can figure out Wolfram's 'dream'? I'm very curious. Hehe~
One more chapter until we officially start the third arc! I'm so excited~ I know you all will like it. Anyway, I've got a few PM's asking about the nature of this story. I thought you guys would have figured it out. Tear Stained Moon is basically a tragic love story. Nothing will go smoothly, and there will be many twists and turns.
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Nya~