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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! Bookmysterr!
Chapter 17
Presenting Inner-Hearts
The weather was impervious to the pleading of the farmers, the prayers of the congregation and the pitiful sight of the crops withering before they could be harvested. The sun had ideas of its own and relished scorching the land, there was no room for the heavenly relief of rain any time soon. Everything was hot to the touch and the woods were tinder-dry, ready to burn from any careless spark.
The initial joy at the start of summer had been replaced with constant worry in everyone capable of comprehending the predicament and just listlessness from the young and the fragile elderly. The rationing had begun, the hunger pangs were ever-present, even game was hard to find. All the same, the citizens of Shin Makoku were overjoyed.
Never have they been blessed with such beautiful weather. The streets were once again teeming with life, vivacious with movement and spirited in jollity. Flowers of the season tilted their smiling faces towards the sun while the sunlit clouds drifted across the clear blue sky. Ponds were bathed in a golden hue by the gentle sunlight, the water in it as clear as crystal.
It was a nice day.
Pure beauty reigned in Shin Makoku. There was nothing the 27th King loved more than those hot summer evenings, when everyone he treasured and loved would sit around his long polished oak table and simply talk with such love in their tones. They would just let the sun beat down on their skin, shining through the open windows.
Everyone could feel the tropic, sticky air with each inhalation; the air so thick that a simple knife could cut through it. He liked the way that, as small gusts of wind blew past him, his skin would softly shiver before returning to its still, warmed state. It made him sleepy, like a silent lullaby of the sun was discreetly blowing his mind out of consciousness.
All in all, he would miss those days together. If he ever had to leave them that is.
The muggy heat pressed in on them, even sweating was no good. It trickled down their necks and backs like warm soup. Hair clung to their heads like thermal blankets, locking in the heat, frying their brains. The sidewalk was hot enough to fry an English breakfast. It was high noon and the sun beat down with unrestrained brutality, a few withering trees cast patches of pathetic shade onto the baked tarmac.
The sun poured out its brilliant hot oranges and reds into the horizon like a pot of molten lava. The sun hangs so impossibly in the smoky sky- a perfect circle without strings or supports. Sometimes he imagine it to be a cut-out, that it is in reality a wall of fire behind the heavens.
Though, he knows it isn't, he paid enough attention in science class to know that it is a fiery sphere, a yellow dwarf star, in the center of our solar system. But from this grassy hill just outside his kingdom, it looks two dimensional and no further away than the mountains.
"Daddy."
Shibuya Yuuri, the 27th Maoh of Shin Makoku blinked his large and round jade orbs. Yuuri snaps out of his thoughts, and turns his attention to the young brunette wiggling in the chair next to him. Sitting at his right hand side. Yuuri's eyes flicker as he stares down at her round, cherry shaped face. He wasn't sure, but something wasn't right – something was out of place. The longer he stared at her, the longer Yuuri felt something inside him telling him there was something strange about his beloved daughter.
None the less, Yuuri smiled and shrugged it off. Simply labeling it as a 'woman' thing.
"Ah. Sorry Greta." He said sheepishly, and rubbed the back of his neck. The young King fidgeted, sitting at the head of the table with his legs tucked tightly together.
"Daddy. I've been calling you for the past five minutes." Greta pouted.
Her large, innocent chocolate eyes shimmering and narrowing at her beloved Daddy. Her pale lips pressing together, and her bottom lip quivering. She sat with her back straightened, and her hands laying on her lap. She wore a simple white cotton dress that flared at her knees and hung around the chair she sat upon.
Conrad, Yuuri's loyal godfather, frowned worriedly. His eyebrows pulling together. "Heika? Is everything alright? You look pretty pale." He questioned, concern clearly laced in his tone.
Yuuri chuckled, and scratched at the back of his head. "Call me Yuuri! You're the one who named me, after all." He stubbornly retorted, but smiled reassuringly at the older brown haired man.
"Of course. Yuuri." Conrad bowed his head a little.
Yuuri hummed softly, and glanced down at the meal waiting across from him. His stomach felt oddly full. He really didn't want to eat anymore, and the mere thought of it made him feel a little queasy. Shaking his head, Yuuri lifted his eyes to look around the table. Everyone was sitting at the table but everything looked strange to him. His lips twitched. He wasn't sure why, but everything – everyone – looked truly out of place. And it confused him.
"Daddy?" Greta called out to him once again which caused the young King to snap his head back around to look at her.
She was as adorable as ever. Yuuri frowned to himself, and lightly tapped his fingers against the wooden table. Greta looked slightly smaller than normal, the realization of such a thing made his stomach churn with worry.
"Greta. When did you cut your hair?" Yuuri finally asked, reaching forward and lightly touched one of silky syrup curls.
He swore her curls were longer than this. Since the time he had adopted Greta, she had gotten taller and her curls had grown out slightly. Still short, but not this short. If he remembered correctly, her curls were just about to reach her shoulders.
Greta frowned deeply, so deeply that she looked much older then she really was or seemed to be. Her eyes crinkled at the edges, making her long eyelashes flick with her lips twitching into an arrow like arch.
"What? Daddy, my hair has always been this short…remember? Lady Cäcilie always cuts it to the same length." She muttered out lowly, but slowly.
Yuuri blinked once and then twice. His head ached a little and he licked his lips. "O-Oh…right. Of course. I'm sorry Greta, I must be still half asleep." He said after a few seconds of silence. His cheeks grew hot as the whole table had become remarkably quiet and everyone turned to their King, eyes burning with worry.
"Oh…I see." Greta said softly. She slowly turned and lowered her head. Her curls seeming to bounce as she casts her head downward. She chewed on her bottom lip, and seemed like she had fallen into deep thought before her eyebrows raised to her hairline.
Yuuri felt a rush of burning worry and fear flood him. He didn't want to see Greta upset, or lonely, or even sad. Greta had become his daughter, his little girl and he always wanted her happy. Bright and smiling. Her face glowing with happiness.
Yuuri knows she had lived a harsh life, a painful life and he wanted her to have a good life from here onward. Greta is a princess, and the most loved princess so far. She was very precious to the people of Shin Makoku. An adorable and cute little princess, and everyone was eagerly waiting for her to present her breed – as humans weren't like Mazoku and would not present as early as Mazoku would.
Greta rounded her head back to Yuuri, right before he could take her shoulder. Her cocoa colored eyes becoming wide and round, looking much like she is truly Yuuri's daughter.
"Daddy! Will you read me one of your Earth books tonight? Please?" she requested with a bright smile.
Yuuri blinked a little. "Really? You haven't wanted me to read you one of those books in a long time. Don't you want to read it to me this time?" he asked with a gentle tone. It had been a long time.
Yes. Anissina had been entertaining her, reading her stories from Shin Makoku and even making her own stories. But when it was nightfall, Greta had always requested that he read her one of the special books that his mother, Grandma, would buy her.
Recently he, and when on Earth his brother, mother and father too, would teach Greta how to read Japanese. Something that she took great pride in, and sometimes the two would have very small, short and choppy Japanese conversations.
Greta really loved Japanese and was always eager to learn. Learning Japanese, reading and even writing it, had made Greta truly happy. Recently bedtime – story time – had changed from Yuuri reading the book to Greta, to Greta reading the book to him.
It was beyond cute.
"But Daddy…"
Greta bit her bottom lip, and her eyebrows pulled together. She puffed her cheeks out so much that small dimples poked out from the soft olive skin.
"Um. Daddy. I can't read Japanese yet. Grandma has only taught me a little so far…" she trailed off softly. Her small nose wiggled.
Yuuri's dark eyes widened in shock and lips parted.
"What?" he murmured slowly.
No that wasn't right. It couldn't be right, at all. Greta had been learning for almost a year now, she had begun with small lessons with his mum whenever Yuuri took her to Earth – which was a lot considering Greta always wanted to come with him. Once or twice, she had stayed on Earth with his parents by herself. After him sending her through – at first, he had gone with her and then came back after a few hours. Until she was happy to go by herself. He would always return for her in a week, seven days which was seven weeks for them.
It took Greta awhile for her to get her head around the time differences. But she had quickly adapted, which was amazing for the young Princess.
"Daddy? Are you sure you're alright?" Greta asked, leaning forward to look at his face.
Yuuri glanced down at the sun-shined princess. His eyes warm and gentle. He hated worrying his daughter. Very much. "I'm alright. Don't worry." He said lovingly, and gently runs his fingers through her silky chocolate curls.
Greta blinked a little, before she finally accepted his answer and grinned. Her grin spread across her face, and made her cheek puff out. Her wide eyes shimmered, and she bowed her head to him. Immediately, she spun her head around and spooned a big mouth full of food.
Brushing the jade hairs out of his face, Yuuri sighed pleasantly and rested himself back against his chair. Resting his back against the hard chair he sat upon. It was strange, he felt odd. Tired, so very tried, that he had resorted to slumping in the chair.
He drifted out of consciousness, only to fall back into it. And then back out again. The world around him was a blur, and random images seemed to float aimlessly around in the pool of his thoughts, as though they were being blown about viciously by a hurricane.
Yuuri's sigh was softly deflating; it was as if a tension had lifted yet left him with a melancholy instead of relief. The sigh that came was a signal, not of his resolve leaving but of the level his tension had reached. He was more like an old fashioned kettle - still full even when some steam forced its way out. The sigh that escaped the King's dry lips was slow, as if his brain needed that time to process what had happened. His eyes remained fixed on nothing in particular.
Uncannily, his body felt sore. His skin felt sensitive and if he breathed just a little, he would feel an odd prickle spread across his body. It wasn't painful or anything. Just making him tired. Like he wanted to go back to bed, but yet he knew he wouldn't be able to sleep. Somebody he needed wasn't here.
Yuuri lowered his head, and found himself staring at his reflection that beamed up at him from the cup in his hands. He found himself staring at himself quietly. His body melted away. And his head suddenly ached, once again, it wasn't a painful ache but more like a dull ache which was about to fade away.
Finally, Yuuri lifted his head and returned his attention to his table. Everyone was muttering to one another. Soft and low voices mixing together with bright smiles, and echoing laughter. Finally, his eyebrows pulled together.
"Um. Hey, where's Wolfram?" spilled from his lips, and something deep in his head clicked. His sweet, and shy omega appeared within his mind's eye. He felt his lips twitch with an urge to smile as he thought him. Wolfram with his golden curls, and wide green eyes.
Lady Cäcilie let out a sharp breath. Her large emerald eyes sparkling, and Yuuri felt his insides twist as he couldn't spot any weariness or sadness in those orbs.
"Heika? Who's Wolfram? Is he a special person of yours? Hmmm? Oh-Lalala~" she sang out, giggling loudly with glowing cheeks and a bright cherry smile.
"Um. What?" Yuuri muttered after a few seconds of silence. His shoulder became hunched, and he tensed within his chair. His eyes harden.
"What do you mean? You know Wolfram? Your son, your omega!" he said, finding his voice becoming louder as he spoke.
Lady Cäcilie made a low sound. Her eyes glow with worry. "H-Heika?" she slowly said.
"Heika. We have no other brother…" Conrad added softly, and wearily. Looking at Yuuri with soft eyes. He reached out slowly. "I don't believe we know a, um, Wolfram."
Yuuri flinched away from his Godfather. His heart pounds, and pure coldness rips into his body. He shakes his head furiously. "We do know Wolfram! We saved Wolfram. Where is he? He is here! He needs me!" he bellowed out with a broken like voice, his tone hitching and creaking.
Gwendal's eyes narrow, and he sits with a stiff back. "Heika. Listen. We do not know any Wolfram. Wolfram, who you think you know, does not exist." He said in deep and firm voice. A tone of voice that claws into Yuuri's gentle voice.
"You're lying!" Yuuri bellowed out in retort.
Throwing himself to his feet, and slamming his hands against the table, the sheer force of his hands hitting the oak table made it shake. Painful, and angry vibrations ripped along the wood, and his eyes were so wide that the skin around them began to burn and itch.
"You're lying! You're lying! Wolfram does exist! I know he does! You're lying to me!" he all but screamed at the top of his lungs. The back of his legs smack against the chair, which caused the chair to shake and flip over in a powerful crash.
"Heika. Look-"
Yuuri's chest tightened, it was like there was a fist in his chest and his stomach acid felt like it was boiling. His nose twitched, and his lips pulled into a near sneer.
"Wolfram. Wolfram needs me. He exists. Stop lying." He growled out, and interrupting the stoic male. Hissing his words out in a tone of voice that made everyone breathe in deeply, and darkly while looking at him with wide eyes. Shocked that their King was reacting like this. Especially for somebody they swore didn't exist.
"Heika, please…" Conrad began with a soft and gentle voice.
He slowly stood up, hopping to take the young distressed King's shoulder. His normally gentle and sweet chocolate syrup eyes were narrowed, and glowing with pure worry. Perhaps the King was sick? And making things up in his head?
Shaking his head, Yuuri made a loud grumble and bites at his bottom lip. "No. No. I'm not sick! I'm not making Wolfram up!" he cried, feeling his eyes sting. Salt tears were nipping at his eyelashes. His hands shook a little, and he felt like his throat was beginning to close up.
Yuuri's head flopped forward, and let out a loud curse under his breathe. "I'll go look for him. I'll find Wolfram, and-and – I don't know! But I'll find him!" he bellowed out, and spun on the balls of his feet, and forced his feet to move.
One step at a time. One foot in front of the other, and then repeating. Over and over. Loosely walking out of the dining room. His throat itched, and burned, like acid had been poured down his throat. He ignored the voices calling out to him worriedly, he kept walking. Running up to the double doors and practically kicking them open.
Yuuri's mouth opened and shut, no sound escaped his throat. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him. A silk burning sensation ran up and down his legs as he went. His stomach flopped over and over, as his feet carried him down the familiar hallway.
"Wolfram!" he panted, his heart jumping into his throat and he came to a door.
A door that he knew Wolfram normally resided behind. His bedroom, the room where Wolfram was supposed to be staying. The room that was given to the small golden Omega.
Yuuri, himself, had never been to Wolfram's room but he did know where it was. For, um, practical reasons. As soon as he laid his eyes upon the door, Yuuri threw it open with shaky hands. Bursting into the room, and almost tripping over his feet as he entered into the room.
Fear is shackles, fear is a knife in the gut slowly twisted, and fear is a constant hammer on the head. Yet fear also evaporates like water under an early summer sun. Fear walks with confidence, because like the ghosts of children's nightmares, fear is an illusion.
Time passed slowly. Yuuri stayed hidden within the darkness, feeling every beat of his heart pounding on the cold stone he lay upon.
Wolfram's room was as quiet as it was dark, with only one sound to be heard; the sound of his own pulse throbbing in his ears. Suddenly, the serenity of silence surrendered to the deathly scream of hinges, as the door opposite him was slowly pried open. A narrow stream of light gracefully meandered through the room, and a shadow quickly followed.
Yuuri was scared.
Yuuri held his breathe, daring not to make a sound. Each second seemed to last an eternity as he lay perfectly still listening to the footsteps of the intruder, which had muted the pounding of his pulse. Feeling like his breathe was about to burst, and made his stomach clench upon what he saw.
The room was empty. There was nothing, only boxes. Yuuri's midnight eyes widen, and his jaw hung open. His hands shook. Waves of heat coursed through his blood, a cold sweat glistened on his gaunt features. His eyes sunken and his skin sallow, everything ached, everything sagged.
His nose twitched, and the nostrils flared a bit. His hands shook, and laid at his sides numbly. His eyes unmoving, as if staring at nothing. Something deep inside his stomach twisted, and a flare of denial ran through his veins. Of course where were Wolfram? He had saved him, or Wolfram had saved him. Either way the pair had been together! How could he lose Wolfram?
Wolfram was his Omega! How could this be possible? It couldn't be. Not at all.
"Something isn't right here…Wolfram…" Yuuri muttered under his breathe.
Keeping his head down as he walked. His eyes half-lidded. His arms hanged at his sides. He honestly couldn't explain what he was feeling, all he knew was that everything felt wrong. So out of place, and it made him feel sick. It is all wrong, erroneous and simply incorrect.
The people, the atmosphere, the pain, the crying, the despair, the smiles and laughter. Just so very wrong. The only good thing was that his stomach had stopped lurching, unfortunately he felt bruised inside. With a deep whine spilling out from his throat, Yuuri turned and leaned the palms of his hands against the rails of the mattress-less bedframe. His head bowing. How was this possible? Wolfram doesn't exist? How could that be?
'He is Lady Cäcilie's son! Gwendal's beloved little brother! Conrad follows Wolfram around! Even Greta loves him! How can…can he be all made up in my mind? Yuuri wondered in pure fear.
His bottom lip shakes, and his throat burns. Closing up, like a thick rope was tied firmly around his throat and was being pulled on. Harder and harder.
Feeling like his stomach was dropping, Yuuri suddenly heard a soft echo-like sound. Footsteps that seemed to fill the air, and made the marble ground underneath him shake with each footstep. Yuuri's head bowed, and his lips pressed together. He could hear the steps coming up behind him, and entering the room behind him. It made Yuuri feel a flare of annoyance, and anger burned through him. He wanted to be alone, he didn't want anyone but Wolfram. He didn't want to be comforted by anyone.
Could…Could he truly have made Wolfram up?
"I want to be alone." Yuuri forced out, his voice shakes but he felt the annoyance flush even harsher when he the other didn't leave. With narrowed eyes, Yuuri straightened himself out and spun around, preparing to sneer at whoever had come in after him. His mind scattered and all over the place.
As soon as his eyes landed on the person behind him. The words that he wished to say, faded on his tongue and a broken like whine escaped his lips.
"Y-You….you're….you are…oh…" he trailed off in a soft voice. Coming out barely above a whisper.
"Thy other self? That I am."
Yuuri froze. Just staring at the other person, or his other self. He honestly had no idea. It's weird… he thought, feeling so small in comparison to the other. He had never seen the Maoh, like the others who had apparently seen him many times. Yuuri had never truly seen his other self, the Demon King up front and it felt, well, he really couldn't describe it.
The Maoh stared down at Yuuri. He was much taller than Yuuri, with a broader body. He had a narrow face, with narrow jade eyes that had enchanting slits within them. They glowed widely, and brightly at Yuuri, with mysteries hidden within them.
He stood, with his weight resting on his right foot with his shoulders slack and hands hidden into his pockets. He wore similar clothes to Yuuri. Pitch black pants, with a matching black jacket that, unlike Yuuri's who had his done up neatly, was undone.
His pitch black jacket was thrown around him, hanging out behind him. His collar was pushed up, and framed his neck. Long, dark black hairs ran down his shoulders and framed his face. The purest of white dress-shirts covered his torso, with a few buttons undone revealing his collar bone to the other.
Yuuri will never admit it out loud, but he can certainly see what was so appealing about him. The Maoh definitely looked handsome, and Yuuri felt pretty self-conscious as he stared at the mighty spirit. All he could do was blink his large, round eyes at him. Feeing much like a child staring up at his father, after being caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Sensing Yuuri's discomfort, the Maoh smirked widely.
"Greetings. Foolish young sire." He breathed out, and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Leaning himself backward, and making a deep hum-like sound from the back of his throat. He blinked slowly.
Yuuri gulped, and his throat became dry. He glanced around himself awkwardly, as if he was expecting, well, he wasn't sure what, but something.
"Oh. I'm dreaming." He finally announced to anything listening. He reached up and rubbed the back of his head somewhat meekly.
"Thou art not wrong. Vision howev're is the bett're w'rd.." The Maoh said, and nodded his head a bit.
His eyes flickered, and looked as though he was enjoying this some kind of dream, or vision, or whatever this was. He made a low hum, and cocks his head to the side.
Yuuri frowns to himself. "A vision…?" he repeated slowly, and scratched at the back of his head.
He felt awkward, and nervously. He tried not to stare at the Maoh, but found himself doing so anyway. Yuuri couldn't help but feel slightly annoyed with that smug, amused expression on his face. Especially, when the Great Spirit made a low chuckle.
"Why-Why do you look so calm? Isn't this strange for you? Like, um, at all?" Yuuri finally questioned.
Why would his other self, the Maoh appear in this vision for? This dream? What was so important? He had more important things to worry about. Like Wolfram. Yuuri wanted to get back, and be with the Omega. Badly. Wolfram needed him.
The Maoh made a low clicking sound. "Thou mistaketh mine own halcyon f'r a readiness to taketh on mo're, to dealeth with mo're. P'rhaps once t'was. Not anym're. No t'is only exhaustion, quiet and subdued, at each moment hoping f'r a respite from thy st'rms." He spoke in a riddle, and it only made Yuuri feel even further confused. Annoyed, and even slightly embarrassed. Of course, his face made the Maoh smirk and shake his head.
"Thou art h're for a reason." The Maoh added after a second thought. His lips pulling into a smug smile. His eyes narrowed, and dark. Almost teasing his other self and it annoyed Yuuri. Made him feel further frustration.
Yuuri's hands shook at his sides, and he inhaled sharply. "Oh! And what reason might that be? Thou!" he asked, only for his cheeks to flush from embarrassment, and his head bowed shyly. Avoiding looking at the spirit and gulping once again. Swallowing a painful lump in his throat.
The Maoh chuckled. His chuckle was deep, and easily rolled through the air. Taking pure amusement in the other.
"Thou shalt not knoweth unless, thou behold with thy sight and not thy intelligence." He said with a somewhat soft but firm voice.
Yuuri continued to blink blankly at the spirit. He quietly ran the words through his mind, before his black eyebrows raised to his hair line. His mouth opened wide, as if to inject his confusion, when he swiftly became aware of timid movement behind the spirit. Yuuri's round eyes flickered as he stared down near the Maoh's legs, watching as a small figure seemed to fidget about.
The figure was much too small, and seemingly moved like an anxious young child. Meekly hiding from him, and seeming to cling to the Maoh's hip.
"W-What?" Yuuri breathed out.
His nose twitched, and nostrils flared. His hands were clammy, and seemed to twitch at his sides. Lips opening and shutting much like a fish, Yuuri steps forward but quickly took two steps away. "Um. Greta?" he calls out in a soft voice. She really was only child he knew, and he felt guilty for how horrible he had been – even if it was a dream.
The familiar rumble ran up the Great Spirit's throat.
"Thy c're screams. His essence responds. Thou'll seeth with thy root." The Maoh explained, but like so much of his wise words it went over Yuuri's head who struggled to understand the great ones' words.
He had never been very good with old language, Japanese or not. And the Maoh seemed to know this, and seemed to speak in such a way, purely to mock the other for his intelligence.
The Maoh shifted once again, almost gesturing for the young child to bravely step forth but a soft low, terrified whine made him smile softly – which made Yuuri's eyes widen as he hadn't seen the spirit smile so sweetly before.
"They say 'Th're is nothing to feareth but fear itself,' yet in our w'rld yon isn't true. Many things art w'rse than fear. The truth, f'r me, in those w'rds art a warning yon fear can changeth who t'is we art inside, maketh us compromise wh're we shouldst standeth firm. Is our loveth f'r one anoth'r only in our 'anthems'. Wouldst we feedeth the fill'd with pangs of hunger? Wouldst we home the homeless? If't be not true, wherefore not? What we doth feareth yon keeps us from being the angels of our bett'r natures? Who is't that puts yon fear in our hearts and minds?" The Maoh proclaims with meaning and emotion in his voice.
It was strange for Yuuri, but what truly got to the young King was that the child seemed to understand what the spirit was saying with no problem while Yuuri had such struggle when trying to piece together the spirit's words.
The Maoh reaches a hand out, and gently ruffles soft curls. "Doth not be'st afraid young one. That gent is nothing but a blinking idiot, nothing to be'st afeard of."
Yuuri frowned, and puffed his cheeks out.
Why does that sound like he just insulted me…? Yuuri wondered to himself. Looking off to the side, and making a soft tsk from the back of his throat.
Still clinging to Spirit's hip, the child moved. A small boy, his tiny and almost boney fingers clenched at the black marital, and large blinking forest eyes stared up at Yuuri. Nervousness and anxiousness shimmering within those orbs of his, and he bit at his bottom lip. Meekly bowing his head briefly, before hiding his face away from Yuuri by burring his face into the Maoh's hip.
"W-Wolfram? What? He's so young…" Yuuri murmured out confused.
His large eyes became even wider, his lips pressed into a thin line, and he makes a soft sound from the back of his throat. It was definitely Wolfram, and he looked so much cuter than he would have expected as a child. A cherry shaped face, with flushed red cheeks and golden curls that bounced with every breath he made.
"Doth not behold with thy eyes, but with thy heart. It is he, who is't is bef're thee." The spirit grunted out, in a deep firm voice that made Yuuri shrink back.
Even though his voice held such a tone, the spirit gently pated Wolfram on the head. And what got to Yuuri more was that Wolfram seemed to relax with the spirit. Yuuri felt slightly jealous really, and almost as if the Maoh felt the swift flare of jealousy, the spirit smirked somewhat smugly.
Yuuri's lips twitched into a tiny smile.
"So then, you're really Wolfram." He spoke, purposely ignoring the Spirit who made a soft snorting sound at being so foolishly ignored. Yuuri didn't understand what was going on, but he had no choice but to roll with it.
Look with my heart, huh? Yuuri thought to himself, and tried to smile comfortingly at the young Omega.
Especially when Little Wolfram peeked at him from the Maoh's side, his round eyes glowing sweetly as he stared back at the more human boy.
Seeing that Little Wolfram wasn't going to move towards him, or even say anything (not that he could be surprised by that really) Yuuri turned his attention back onto the only thing there that could perhaps cast a little light on his confusion.
"Okay. So, this is really Wolfram. What's going on? What's so special about this vision?" he frowned, and his left eye twitched when the Great Spirit chuckled. Unlike the past chuckles the Spirit had made, this one seemed to echo through the air.
"Thee asketh what is so imp'rtant of this vision? But yet, t'is what thee wisheth f'r. Thee wanteth this, aye? But yet, doth not seeth with thy heart. Perhaps thou art not w'rthy. Hm. Nothing but a foolish child." The Maoh said with a thoughtful clicking sound from the back of his throat.
His dark, slit eyes seemed to search Yuuri's own soul before his lips pulled into a deep smirk. "Haply not."
Yuuri pouts. Obviously, the Maoh had just insulted him. Yuuri wasn't sure what he had said, but he felt insulted and annoyed at whatever it was. Maybe something in the back of his head truly did understand, he did not like what was said.
"That's not true." He found himself blurting out, and his cheeks darkened when the Spirit stared back at him with an expectant expression on his pointed face.
"Prithee pray, doth pardon me then." The Maoh uttered out, and with his other arm, waved it through the air much like a King would.
He clearly was saying 'explain', though at the same time, it seemed as if he already knew what Yuuri was going to say.
Yuuri's eyes seemed to somehow become rounder. His mind turned as he tried to come up with some kind of explanation.
What did he say? 'T-Thee asketh what is so imp'rtant of this vision?' Right? So, then, you ask why is this vision so important. Which I did…thee is you, then, 't'is what thee wisheath f'r.' It is what you wish for! Apparently I don't see it with my heart! Then he insulted me.' Yuuri realized, and frowned to himself. He shook his head a little, and scratched at the side of his face. Rubbing his fingertips against his cheek thoughtfully.
I wanted this? This is to do with Wolfram…I love Wolfram, and I want to be with him. Yuuri frowned more, so much more that his cheeks were beginning to ache.
His round dark eyes swirled in thought, and he pressed his lips together. Yuuri felt oddly anxious, and he shook his head a little, pushing his hair off his sweat soaked forehead.
Yuuri looked at the Maoh dead on, his eyes softened.
"I-I don't know. But I love Wolfram, and I want to be with him. I don't know what else to say, or do. I don't understand this, um, vision and I probably won't be able to do anything to convince you." Yuuri said in a gentle voice, and he quickly finds himself looking away from the Maoh.
His eyes looking at the small Wolfram, and he smiles. "I'm not sure who you are. But you're a part of Wolfram right? So you can tell Wolfram how much I love him, and I want him to be happy…very much."
Little Wolfram stares with large, green eyes. Slowly, he nodded his head. "Wolfe knows." He suddenly meekly spoke.
His soft voice spilled through the air, and Yuuri found himself blinking furiously in return. Slowly, Little Wolfram stepped out from behind the Maoh. He blinked a little, his long eyelashes creating shadows along his cheeks. Wolfram looked more than healthy, with pale pink skin and rosy cheeks. There were no bruises, or cuts, or even scars. He looked somewhat happy, but yet shy. He looks away briefly and nibbles at his bottom lip.
Yuuri knew one thing for sure, young Wolfram looked adorable and he couldn't help but wonder how he would have acted meeting Wolfram at that age? He wondered how Wolfram would have reacted to him. His nose twitched, and Yuuri winced as he recalled that frilly and puffy yellow dress his mother made him wear. He knew it would have made Wolfram laugh at how ridiculous he looked.
"Wolfram really knows?" Yuuri found himself repeating in a low voice.
Young Wolfram's green eyes sparkled with something Yuuri hadn't ever seen before, and it makes his stomach twist with warmth.
"Yes. He really does know." Young Wolfram piped up with a gentle voice. It pitched a little, and cracked. However, it was as cute as anything else.
"He…really knows?" Yuuri repeated slowly.
He blinked his large swirling black eyes, before he smiled thoughtfully to himself. His stomach fluttered with warmth, and he thought of Wolfram. Not the young Wolfram standing shyly in front of him, but the golden haired omega Wolfram. The one he had first laid his eyes on at the festival, during a passing moment.
"Doth thee und'rstand anon?" The Maoh questioned in his silky tone of voice.
He stepped forward, and crouched down near his much meeker self, but on the other side of Young Wolfram. Said little Omega looks at the Maoh with his large forest eyes, and the Great Spirit's lips twitch into a soft smile.
Young Wolfram smiled at the Maoh, and his cheery lips twisted into a meek grin when the Great Spirit reached out and teasingly flicked his nose. Wolfram shuddered a little, and cupped his small nose with a soft giggle.
Yuuri felt a flare of something run through his stomach, and he immediately felt his being sink. His shoulders slouching, and sulking to himself.
Can't believe I'm jealous of my other self! Yuuri thought with a small pout, and shook his head.
"Understand what?" The double black haired, young King questioned softly. He cocked his head to the side, and his dark eyebrows pulled together in confusion.
The Maoh sighed deeply. He seemed tired and even sickening to be sitting there – or crouching near his other self. He rubs his temples softly, and clicks his tongue. The Maoh shook his head a little. "P'rhaps if't be true thee hath paid mo're attention to Gunther von Christ's lessons then thee wouldn't be'st nothing but a fool."
"Stop insulting me!" Yuuri moaned loudly. Glaring over at his other self. He still couldn't get his head around the fact the other side of soul was standing mere feet away from him – the Alpha within in him, the Demon King.
The Maoh looked away in pure amusement.
"Flower."
Yuuri blinked in confusion, especially as small hands cupped his face. The young Omega turned his attention onto the goofy King, and stretched himself onto his toes. He reached up his pudgy arms, and pressed the palms of his hands against Yuuri's cheeks. Successfully gaining the half human and half demon's attention.
"I want the 'Yuuri's Naïveté'." Wolfram sweetly said.
He tilted his head to the side, his golden curls bouncing and making his green eyes stand out. His lips parted, and he made a soft cute sound from the back of his throat. He blinked his eyes – casting long thick shadows across his cheeks from his eyelashes.
Biting at his bottom lip, Yuuri raised an eyebrow and frowned softly.
"Huh? You mean the black roses…?" he mumbled – recalling those beautiful silk midnight colored roses that Lady Cäcilie had created many years ago. Confusion filled his mind – why would Little Wolfram want that rose? In his opinion there were many much prettier and nicer flowers around…and not just that either, now that Yuuri thought about it, he didn't see any Yuuri's Naïvetés around the castle.
Since their creation, the black roses were placed around the castle beautifully. Blooming wonderfully in hand-painted vases about the castle. Yuuri would see them every day, and spent a good few days to take in the beautiful flowers however, he never saw them.
The Great Maoh sighted and snorted loudly – almost like he was reading Yuuri's own thoughts. However, before he could even say a word Yuuri glared warningly at him which caused the Spirit to smirk and roll his eyes amusedly.
"Mine own lips art seal'd."
Yuuri snorted to himself at that. He sighed softly, and smiled comfortingly down at the incredibly small Omega, and gently lifted him up until the young Omega was sitting on his hip. "I think there are a few, um flowers-"
"Yuuri's Naïveté!" Young Wolfram interrupted with a curious pout. His eyes were glowing beautifully and sweetly.
Grinning goofily, Yuuri sheepishly chuckled and his cheeks flushed pink from embarrassment.
"Um, right. Yuuri's Naïveté. I think there are some down the hall." He said, and frowned softly to himself. How strange was it to say his own name like that?
Feeling confusion grow more within in his head, Yuuri arched his back a little as he held the little Wolfram. The Omega shook his head furiously, and his red bottom lip trembled.
"No. No, not those. I want the special one." Wolfram demand, and Yuuri couldn't help but chuckle at how head-strong the small Omega was. Completely different to the Wolfram he would see every day.
Still, Yuuri shook his head and his eyes flickered side to side.
"What special one Wolfram? I don't understand." He asked, and his eyes glanced over at the Maoh to see him smirking mockingly at him. An insult at the tip of his tongue but held it in when Yuuri glared over at him briefly.
My special Naïveté…still a weird name for a flower. He thought with a gentle grumble.
Yuuri used his free hand, and pushed the silk black curls off his forehead. Yuuri cocks his head to the side in thought, trying to remember if he was given a special midnight rose from Lady Cäcilie? Maybe the very first one she had created, but then again Yuuri recalled Lady Cäcilie had created a whole bed of them and not a single bud on its own beforehand.
Young Wolfram stared up at Yuuri quietly. Mutely thinking things over, before he giggled to himself and shook his head at the King. "You're really weird." He muttered out, and his hands twitched a little as he held them close to his small body.
"Yeah. I tend to get that a lot." Yuuri laughed, and nodded his head.
He smiled widely, and goofily as Young Wolfram giggled more – his cheeks becoming rosy. His green orbs sparkled with happiness and it was beyond adorable. Something Yuuri hadn't seen before. Sure, he had seen Wolfram happy but not as happy as this. It was like Wolfram had never experienced anything remotely bad, and it hurt because Yuuri truly wished the real Wolfram was like this.
Young Wolfram hummed softly to himself, and fidgeted within Yuuri's arms. He nibbled at his bottom lip, and finally lifted his head, he smiled shyly up at the King.
"I-I…I w-want the one…t-the Yuuri's N-Naïveté um, here…" he mumbled softly, hunching his shoulders and his face became redder and redder timidly. Wolfram's hand shook a little, and pressed against Yuuri's chest.
"My…heart? Yuuri's Naïveté…" Yuuri repeated slowly and thoughtfully.
Wolfram nodded his furiously, Yuuri hummed softly before smiling warmly.
"But Wolfram. You already have my heart." He said softly, and Young Wolfram blinked slowly.
"It has always belonged to you since the moment I saw you." Yuuri added sweetly.
Yuuri's cheeks flushed, and he felt slightly frustrated that he wasn't confessing to his Wolfram. To the Wolfram he truly fell for, but this Young child Wolfram seemed to understand and was most likely connected to the other Wolfram. His stomach flipped, and filled with warmth at the thought of telling his Wolfram how he felt.
Large emerald orbs sparkled, and widened further before his lips transformed into a smile. "That's wimpy." He said brightly and Yuuri snorted loudly, his eye twitched. Wolfram simply giggled.
"Wimp, huh?" Yuuri said and sighed softly.
He opened his mouth, before any sound that wished to leave his voice box was shut down and his chest tingled with warmth that spread through his body and kissed at his fingertips. His nose twitched, and Yuuri mutely nodded to Wolfram. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, or what Wolfram had to do? He really didn't, but something within him told him what to do – told him to relax and whatever the ball of cotton warmth within his chest was to just allow Wolfram to have it and Yuuri felt – well happy about it.
A soft lush silk black rose. It glowed wonderfully, and sparkled as it slowly fades in through the air, coming directly from Yuuri's chest. A Yuuri's Naïveté flower. Seeing it, made Yuuri's eyes widen and Wolfram smile sweetly as he slowly brought it closer to him.
He held it as if it was the most precious thing in the world. It was beautiful, and gorgeous, and it made Yuuri wonder if he had stones in his head or not from how confused he had become. The rose glowed with a gentle aura around it, and Wolfram gazed at it with half-lidded eyes. Staring at the petals, and gently rubbing the petals that had curled a little at the ends.
"…It's w-warm…" Small Wolfram whispered to himself.
Little Wolfram's soft voice held excitement and his fingers twitched a little. He brough it closer to his chest and hummed softly to himself – his eyes half-lidded.
"Somebody precious to me said 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.
Yuuri stared at the young Wolfram, whether it was his mind suppling him with such an image or if his heart had simply wished to see Wolfram healthy and happy – Yuuri didn't know. However, he felt his whole being shudder at the familiar words.
"Yuu-chan! Listen closely to what I'm about to say. The truth is that everything which is worthwhile will cause you pain, but what matters is how happy it makes you feel in the end. I know you don't understand it right now, but one day you will Yuu-chan."
His dear beloved mother filled his mind, and his lips twitched. Yuuri tilts his head, and smiles warmly. "Somebody precious said that to me too…" he said sweetly, his soft voice trailing off as his eyes flickered in thought.
The tall brunette woman with amber eyes, smiling at him. Wearing a large ribbon in her hair, and an apron tied tightly around her waist. He loved his mother, no matter how many times she had embarrassed him with girlish clothes – he made a side note to travel back to earth to see her.
I wonder what Mum would say…what she would do if she meets Wolfram? I'm sure she would love him! Maybe even more than me… he thought.
Yuuri's nose twitched and his lips curled together. His eyebrows knitted together at the thought, as his eyes twitched. He had a feeling his mother would really do that.
Little Wolfram certainly looked like a young wolf pup. He smiled meekly with his shoulders hunched up, and looked down at the black flower. His large emerald eyes that looked so much like the former Queen's glowed brightly from between the thick eyelashes. His cherry red lips twitched, and he let out a gentle hum.
"Do you think people will be happy about it?" Wolfram suddenly questioned in a shy like tone of voice. He peeked up awkwardly up at the goofy king with a strange glint within those orbs.
"Mama would be…but I mean those people…"
Yuuri's lips twitched. He knew who 'those' people were and he felt his hands clench. He had seen those faces, and heard the snorts and grunts. He honestly didn't have any idea how people would react when they found out that their Alpha King had chosen an Omega to gift with his heart.
"I…I don't know. But I won't let anybody hurt you." He said, as if to comfort the young one.
Wolfram lowered his face in thought. He pondered quietly to himself before he looked up at Yuuri with burning bright green eyes and his lips set in a straight line. "Numbing the pain for a while will only make it worse when you finally feel it."
His words hung in the air, and Yuuri blinked once then twice.
"The marks humans leave are too often black hearted scars…" The Maoh suddenly spoke. His deep voice breaking through the air, and reminding Yuuri that his other self was still there.
Yuuri flushed a little, having forgotten that the Great Spirit was standing next to him and watching with snake-like eyes. He turned to the Great Spirit, eyeing him mutely and felt slight envy at how the Great King looked in comparison to himself. Yuuri had to remind himself that he and the spirit were one, they shared the same heart and soul. Especially when Little Wolfram turned his large eyes onto the spirt and stared in awe.
The Maoh smiled and crouched down to small Wolfram's height. "People art afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People speaketh of how most wondrous love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings art disturbing. People did teach yon teen is evil and dang'rous." He said.
Listening to the words made Yuuri's head ache, but he felt the fire bloom in his stomach as Wolfram slowly nods to what the King is saying. How can he understand? And I can't?
"How can those gents dealeth with love if't be true they're afraid to feel? Teen is meant to waketh us up. People tryeth to hide their teen. But they're wrong. Teen is something to carryeth, like a radio. Thou feelst thy strength in the exp'rience of teen. It's all in how thee carryeth 't. That's what matt'rs. Teen is a humor." The Maoh continued. He breathed in deeply and closed his eyes. His lips twitched while he spoke.
"Thy feelings art a part of thee. Thy own reality. If't be true thou feelst asham'd of those folk, and enslave those folk, thou art letting society destroy thy reality. Thou shouldst stand up f'r thy right to feel thy teen."
Wolfram blinks a little. His large round eyes shimmering in pure amazement and awe before he lowered his face as if a puppy had been smacked. "B-But even if I shouldn't hide from them and-and not let them hurt me…to be brave myself…there're always bad people out there who-who will hu-hurt me no matter what…" he murmured softly and hiccupped.
"Ah. Thou art right. Th're art people lacking valor where e're you go, but thou mightst not bow to those folk. Stand tall as the wolf thou art!" The Maoh smirked widely, and ruffled the golden curls gently.
Small Wolfram blinked a little, before he smiled himself. His cheeks darkened and he let out a small laugh.
Yuuri wanted to frown, feeling slight annoyance as he looked down at Wolfram. He hadn't seen such a smile from the Omega before. What burned more was that it was directed at the Maoh, his other self rather than his real self.
I'm sure I just confused myself… Yuuri thought in depression. He ran his fingers through his dark hair, and pushed it back off his forehead. His eyes narrowed, and he looked to the side with a soft sigh. Still, he didn't even understand half of what his other self said.
Small Wolfram hummed before he suddenly stiffened. His large glowing eyes flickered as if he was hearing something the other two didn't. His red lips parted and formed a smile. Wolfram's cheeks turned darker, and he turned around on the balls of his feet.
Little Wolfram stared at the door with such excitement that Yuuri was expecting somebody Wolfram loved very much to appear. Perhaps Lady Cäcilie or even Conrad. He turned to look at the door, expecting to see somebody however he didn't see anything. In fact the doors that had been open just seconds before were closed. Yuuri had the urge to open the doors, just to check if anybody was behind them.
Yuuri took one step before stopping when Little Wolfram made a soft sound from the back of his throat and Yuuri quickly spun his head around to look down at the small Omega. It was as if Small Wolfram could no longer see either himself or the Maoh, and only could look at the door.
Little Wolfram ran forward, and let out a soft laugh as he gripped the door handle with his free hand. Gently cradling the black rose to his chest and gently pushed the door open. As the wood began to open, bright light began to illuminate him from behind.
It was almost like there was a sun behind the wood. Beautiful, and comforting rays of light spilled through every crack and small gap. The light bathed everything in sight, and highlighted the young Omega's body as he eagerly pushed the door open.
Wolfram's name died on the tip of Yuuri's tongue.
"Wolfe!" A familiar voice cut through the silence, and a soft laugh filled the air.
Little Wolfram pushed the door open further, and stepped out. He smiled brightly, and his eyes widened. "Yuu-chan," he squealed happily.
A young version of Yuuri stood happily out in the hallway. His lush black locks pulled back into a pair of familiar pig-tails, with that bright yellow skirt and white blouse. The white apron tied tightly around his tiny waist – definitely his mother's handiwork. The young Yuuri smiled brightly, cradling a white tulip like flower in his right arm with his left hand stretched out to the Omega.
Yuuri stared in shock at seeing another version of himself. The two young boys laughter filled his ears, and just as the door was closing Yuuri was able to see little Wolfram grabbing a hold of little Yuuri's hand. Both turned away from the door and disappeared down the corridor.
"What?" Yuuri breathed out as the door finally clicked closed.
He reached up, and pressed his hand against his forehead, and groaned softly. His nose twitched in even more confusion.
Yuuri spun around to look at the Maoh. He had a feeling that Great Spirit would have all the answers he'd need.
"If you continue down this road, then let me warn you of the impending trouble on said road. There is a great chance that our beloved would be caused great pain." The Maoh warned. "Are you prepared to take responsibility for that?"
Yuuri's eyebrows raised and his lips parted to speak but everything started to become dark. Everything had started had begun to fade away, and darkness began to crawl about. Nipping at the corners at the edges of his view.
Now you speak normally! Yuuri thought before everything faded away.
Black, swirling eyes snapped open and Yuuri breathed deeply. His head felt light, and he let out a soft wheeze. He blinked once again finding the familiar wood of his chamber within the Maoh's boat above him. He licked at his lips, finding them stinging a little from how dry they had become.
"A dream?" He wondered out loud. He winced a little, wiggling a little and Yuuri sighed deeply. The familiar black blankets laid across his body, with his head resting upon his favorite pillow – the one he had hidden within his 'suitcase' and hopefully without being caught. Yuuri obviously knew he was caught by his godfather who didn't say anything but kept his silence in amusement.
Yuuri sighed softly to himself, and allowed his eyes to flutter closed. He wondered if he could fall back into a sleep, and hopefully it would be a restful sleep. He could only hope. Yuuri sighed, and hummed. He curled up further, and snuggled against the warmth vibrating against his side.
Suddenly a small twitch of movement shifted closer to him, and Yuuri's eyes flung open once again. He winced from the quick movement and tries to push himself onto his elbows but his body throbbed with pain so he settled for laying numbly on his side.
Sun-shined tufts stuck of the blanket that stretched cross his body. Yuuri slowly pulled the blanket back a little, revealing the slumbering Omega and Yuuri's chest tightened with warmth. He stared quietly at Wolfram, laying somewhat peacefully. His golden curls shone from a recent wash – probably done by the ex-queen Yuuri figured, after all there was no way Conrad would let anybody touch the two of them unless it was the blonde beauty.
Yuuri clenched his teeth, gently tracing the crisp white bandages wrapped around the pale pink skin. The tip of his finger gently brushed against the familiar bandages. It was then that Yuuri became aware of the tightness around his own head, and Yuuri glanced up at the dark curls laying between his eyes. He reaches up and touches the bandage around his head.
Both himself, and the small sweet blonde had been scrubbed clean – probably by Conrad and were dressed with bandages and other things to help them heal faster without the aid of their royal healer. Yuuri's eyebrows raised further, and for the first time, Yuuri noticed he hadn't been put into black pajamas but instead creamy white and soft green. He felt happy when he peeked at the sleeping boy next to him to find Wolfram dressed in the exact same clothing.
Yuuri's eyes raised back to Wolfram's face, noticing the small cuts across Wolfram's cheek, as well as a small bruise on his chin. Yuuri slowly runs his hand across the soft skin, his eyes flickering as he remembered the crimson haired woman's spiteful screams and hisses. He remembered the way she had cackled loudly in pure wicked amusement. How she had whipped Wolfram, and himself.
Dark eyes flickering down to look at his wrists, Yuuri's lips twitched downward into a small frown at the bright red rings around the sensitive skin. The bright redness glowed brightly. It made Yuuri's stomach lurch. He shook his head, feeling his stomach flare with the reminder of the sharp edges ripping into his stomach. Yuuri fought back against the urge to stretch himself out as the wounds across his stomach had been stitched back together.
Softly, Yuuri's attention returned to Wolfram's cherry shaped face. His thumb pressing gently against his bottom lip, and noticed it was slightly swallowed. He could still feel the anxiousness and the worries nipping at his insides. Even as his head had become numb with oddness that he couldn't exactly see straight.
I thought for sure that time…that-that would be the last time I would see him… Yuuri thought. His eyes becoming half-lid and tiredly.
Yuuri moved across the pillow, he knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help himself. He had been so worried, and scared and then so relieved when he awoke to find the Omega safe at his side. Where he should be. Possessiveness tried to bare its fangs, his Alpha tried to come to the surface but Yuuri fought them back down and gently pressed against Wolfram. His lips pressing against Wolframs. He held himself to Wolfram for more than several seconds, just enjoying the smell and warmth of his omega before he finally pulled away with a soft moan.
"Ah. How surprising, you're up already. I was expecting you to sleep in more than Wolfram."
Yuuri's eyes flung wide open and he gapped a little. Immediately, he pulled the sleeping Omega closer and glared up at the figure standing at the foot of his bed. "How long have you been there?"
"Long enough. I'm not gonna lie, I was hoping for much more than a virgin kiss, Shibuya." Murata grinned widely, pushing his round glasses further up his nose and making a soft clicking noise with his tongue.
Rolling his eyes, Yuuri gently eased Wolfram onto the pillow and forced himself to sit up. He grunted and winced, but forced himself into a sitting position. His body throbbed all over, especially his stomach and back. Yuuri gently pulled his shirt up to see the thick bandages around his stomach and looping over his shoulders.
Murata let out a low whistle. He lowered himself into the chair nearest Yuuri. "We did our best without Gisela. She'll probably want to look over you and Wolfe over there." He said, chuckling with a grin across his face. He nods to the sleeping blonde.
Yuuri frowned at him. Not liking how 'carefree' Murata was being, as well as the fact he's calling Wolfram 'Wolfe'.
Seeing the look crossing his friend's face. Murata held his hands up in fake surrender. "Wolfram, err, Bielefeld I guess." He chuckled, glancing off to the side and smiling widely. "He sure is impressive. His magic is amazing. Even in a situation like that, he was able to heal. Sure, it was subconsciously, but you were the only thing on his mind. It's something to respect really."
Yuuri turned back to Wolfram, and brushed the bright honey curls off his face. "Wolfram…you really saved me huh?" he whispered sweetly, and smiles meekly down at him.
My Omega. My Wolfram…
After a few seconds in silence with Murata quietly observing the King, Yuuri turned to look at the sage. "What happened?" he finally asked in a firm voice. His eyes narrowed further. "And what have you been keeping from me."
Murata flinched at the tone of voice the King used. "Um. Well, Wolfram. Um. He really is Lady Cäcilie's child, huh. I mean, we assume as soon as she – Avilly – struck you for to kill Wolfram just set the place on fire. We assume he set her on fire too." He explained, and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.
Jaw dropping, Yuuri gasped and gapped like a fish.
"Are-Are you serious? Wolfram really did that? Wolfram…he used fire?" he gasped out numbly.
Of course he did! It made a lot of sense considering who his mother was but Yuuri couldn't help but feel proud of the Omega. His lips twitched into a smile before it dropped once more. His Wolfe. His Wolfram had used magic. It must have been terrifying for him - Yuuri could relate very much. Suddenly having an element erupt from the tip of your fingers.
Yes. He knows what that is like
Yuuri swiftly felt that pool of guilt within the pit of his stomach. He hadn't be able to help Wolfram. He had left Wolfram to face that-that...he couldn't even say her name. He couldn't believe just what she had done. To her daughter and mother. Out of all the things in the world, he had hoped to never run into somebody like that ever again.
Yuuri would rather hurt himself then hurt his own mother
I have to make plans to go see...Mama when I get back... Yuuri thought. He glances at Wolfram still slumbering, and hums softly. Maybe I'll bring Wolfram with me? I'm sure she'd love to meet Wolfram...of course after Wolfram has got used to magic that is...
Yuuri knew how scared Wolfram was of the world, and could only imagine how scared he would be when it came to magic.
"Yeah. I was amazed too." Murata said.
The Sage cocked his head to the side, and his round glasses flashed as they caught the dim light from the lamp next to the bed.
"You should have seen the flames. Even Lady Cäcilie was shocked from how strong the flames were. They consumed everything in their path. Hardly anything was left un-touched by the fire." Murata said. His face becoming stiff with seriousness.
"…Did…?" Yuuri trailed off.
He hoped to God not – he didn't want anybody to be hurt because of him and most definitely Wolfram. It wasn't in the gentle Omega's blood to hurt somebody. He didn't want to see Wolfram's face if he had really hurt somebody - even if it was by accident.
Murata glanced to the side and rubbed his cheek a little. "Nobody was hurt…I mean…."
"Avilly died." Yuuri said slowly.
It wasn't a question but more like a statement. His dark eyes becoming hard and almost cold. He wasn't one for death and pain, or people losing blood, and causing pain but he couldn't help but feel glad. Happy and relieved. He had never met such a spiteful woman before in his life.
The Maoh stirred, just a little before becoming restful once more.
Yuuri couldn't help but feel guilty about these thoughts. How relieved, and happy he was but she was very cruel and he just couldn't believe somebody could be so evil, and-and... he couldn't wrap his head around it.
"That's what we believe." Murata nodded.
The Great Sage looked at Yuuri, and frowned, his head bowing a little to him in guilt. It was his fault that both his friend and king had been put through so much pain. That Yuuri and Wolfram had been hurt – hurt way too much for anything.
Gwendal was wrong. It wasn't worth them getting hurt. Getting tortured like this.
Taking a deep breath. Murata straightened himself up, and stressfully pushed his own dark curls off his forehead.
"We…We believed that the Nagi clan might have been involved with Wolfram's kidnapping. We remembered you had been invited to the island of snow by Avilly a few weeks after Wolfram had been found. Gwendal, Yozak, Conrad and I thought it could be good cover for us to go and investigate it. To find out if Avilly or Elixus really were involved."
Yuuri shook his head disappointedly and clenched his hand a little. "And? Was she?"
"No. It seemed as if she was used as bread-crumbs. Um. A wild goose hunt laid out for us if Wolfram was ever found. We're nowhere near closer to uncovering what happened and who was behind Wolfram's kidnapping…it almost feels like we've taken two steps back rather than forward." Murata said.
It was a lot for Yuuri to take in, and he had to rub his forehead. Pinching the small bridge of his nose.
"Murata. I'm…you know I hate being left in the dark. You know how many times Conrad and Gwendal did that to me growing up. I'm highly disappointed that you didn't come to me. I am King. Shin Makoku is my Kingdom. I should know what's going on within my kingdom. I do not take it lightly that you went behind my back." He sighed. Speaking with a deep and thick tone of voice.
Murata flinched. The Alpha King is beyond protective of everything, including Wolfram now it seems. Not that Murata should be very surprised by that. Yuuri has chosen Wolfram has mate.
"How much longer until we reach home?" Yuuri asked.
Yuuri's head was slightly hunched down. He would have tried to push that one long, annoying black curl out of his face but the bandage around his head prevented him from doing so.
Murata tilted his head, and slowly relaxed himself back into the chair he sat upon. He shivered a little. Expecting a punishment, not from Yuuri of course, but from that damn annoying spirit that is always looking for reasons to 'punish' him. Normally in the most embarrassing ways too.
"Um. We're on our way home now. We should be back at Blood Pledge Castle within a day." he explained.
Yuuri nodded once, and let out a tired groan. Easing himself back against the plush pillows he hummed softly. His eyes flickered as he was reminded of his dream. It was very strange, and yet made him feel at peace. He couldn't understand why though, but he kinda of enjoyed it in some weird way.
"Something bothering you Shibuya?" Murata questioned. Noticing the conflicted expression upon his King's face.
"Just a dream I had..." Yuuri replied rather quickly. He eased his head upward, and blinked a little. His lips formed into a line, and he sighs softly, clicking with his tongue, and running his tongue across his teeth.
Murata raised an eyebrow. "A dream? Yuuri, as the King – the greatest King – dreams aren't simply dreams. They normally mean something important..." he uttered out in a low voice. He couldn't help but be curious about what kind of dream the young Alpha had had.
Murata peered at Yuuri's face, and noticed he didn't look worried or scared. Yuuri wasn't distressed about the dream, so it couldn't have been bad, right?
"Um. You think it means something? It wasn't...evil or anything. It didn't even have my kingdom in it. Only Wolfram," Yuuri says softly.
"Wolfram, you say?" Murata smirked, he raised an eyebrow and wiggled it at the young alpha.
Yuuri blinked once before his cheeks became bright red. "W-What. No. Not like that Murata!" he squealed out. His voice had never been that high before.
"I've never even had a dream like that before!" Yuuri, honestly, wondered if he was just that innocent. He had, embarrassingly, not had...one of those dreams yet.
Murata snickered. He laughed in pure amusement. "Aww. So innocent, so pure." he chuckled, and Yuuri frowned at him.
I suddenly have the urge to plant my fist into his face... Yuuri thought, and grumbled under his breath. He settled for crossing his arms over his chest instead, and glared at his best friend.
Murata laughed softly, and shook his head. "Alright-Alright. What kind of dream was it then Shibuya?" he asked, and cocked his head to the side.
Yuuri blinks once and then twice. "Um. It was weird, really...It was like nobody knew Wolfram. That he wasn't even born to begin with..." Yuuri mumbled softly. His eyes becoming glassy, and his face paling at the thought of it. His stomach twisted, and clenched.
"It's strange...I...I remember how distressed I was. The pain in my stomach, and I tried to find to him but instead I ran into my other self," he explained, and grumbled under his breath. Sniffling a little, his nose twitching and he frowned as he remembered his other self. The Maoh, and how, well, how different he was.
Yuuri felt the sudden flare of amusement from the pit of his stomach and his frown deepened. Especially as The Maoh sent a wave of amusement through his veins. Annoyingly, Yuuri huffed at the spirit and clenched his hands.
It's not funny, Yuuri grumbled to himself, and the Maoh let out a deep laugh that echoed through his head.
Murata stayed silent as he listened to Yuuri's words. Going from the fear of Wolfram not being born, to the Maoh. That surprised Murata, that Yuuri would meet himself in his dream. "The Maoh could be warning you of something coming. Normally, I'd sense if the world was going to change - I'd wait to see it pass. But if the Maoh had come to you, then perhaps it was something bigger."
"He didn't really say...um, well I couldn't really understand him," Yuuri said, flushing from embarrassment and sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck.
Yuuri quickly shook his head, and glared at his friend when a familiar smile appeared across Murata's face. "Say anything, and I'll throw you off the boat," he warned and, as if to prove a point, the boat suddenly jerked to the side as a harsh wave of water splashed against the side.
"Okay!" Murata gasped out, and held his hands up in defence.
I don't want to drown… Murata thought nervously.
Yuuri snorted, and quite smugly crossed his arms over his chest once more.
Murata scratched the back of his head. "Um. You said it was about Wolfram? Do you, um see him? Or was it just that he wasn't born?" he asked softly.
Murata's eyes glanced over at the sleeping Omega and noticed the way Wolfram was cuddled up to Yuuri's right hip. Said King's arms had slightly dropped. Low enough for Yuuri to brush his hands through the gold curls. Swiftly, Murata's eyes widened and he felt as if something clicked within his head.
Wait...did he have... Murata thought.
"No! I mean. The Maoh was there, but he was with Wolfram. But it wasn't Wolfram, it was a young Wolfram. Um. A-A, well, Wolfram when he was a kid and I know how strange that sounds. He looked completely healthy! Like he hadn't grown up as a-a slave!" Yuuri suddenly blurted out.
Yuuri spoke in one full breath, and was panting when he was finished. His face slightly red, and he bit at his bottom lip, picturing Wolfram from his dream, and how sweet he was. His mind flipped as he recalled himself, not the Great Spirit but himself from when he was young and how excited he looked to see Wolfram. Those flowers the two were holding. They were connected by a red string, tying them together and both the young versions of himself and Wolfram looked so happy.
Yuuri hadn't seen Wolfram so happy before. Ever.
"I mean. He still wore what I assume belonged to the, er, s-slaves. But he was so healthy and he was smiling, and even talking! Murata, he talked so much and his voice was wonderful!" Yuuri explained, smiling to himself, before pouting. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't quite get Wolfram's gentle voice right in his mind and it was almost frustrating.
Murata nods slowly, and his lips pulled into a small sly smile. "Did Wolfram ask for anything?" he asked, but yet his tone of voice held a knowing tone. It was like he already knew the answer to that.
"Yeah. He did..." Yuuri trailed off, and twisted his lips together.
"He asked...asked for my special Yuuri's Naïveté but not the ones in the castle," Yuuri says quietly more to himself then Murata. As he unravelled his arms, and pressed his left palm into against his chest while his other hand slid into the blankets to hold something. Murata had feeling it was Wolfram's hand.
Murata made a soft clicking sound. "Did you give it to him?"
Yuuri turned his attention onto Murata, and nods mutely.
"Ah. You were presenting to him." Murata suddenly said, and smirks widely.
Murata leaned forward, and gently, playfully pats Yuuri's cheeks. "Aw. Look at you, growing up and becoming a big boy~" he teased.
Yuuri grunted, and slapped Murata's hands away. "Damnit Murata. Stop teasing me," he grumbled out.
"Wait. Presenting? What do you mean?" Yuuri asked. His voice coming out slowly and quietly. His mind turned, and he tried to recall his lessons with Gunther about presenting or something. He recalled something about presenting but he didn't pay much attention. Gunther's lessons were...were so, well, boring.
Murata grinned. "You really don't pay much attention to your lessons, do you?" he laughed, especially when Yuuri rolled his eyes at him.
"Presenting, is a term that we use to explain the spiritual and mental union of two beings becoming one. Normally it happens in visions but some people think they're dreams. Your soul reached for Wolframs and he, in return, reached back," Murata began to explain. He closes his eyes a little, and his own cheeks darkened as he remembered when he presented. His vision was just as sweet and kind as Yuuri's.
Murata noticed the way Yuuri was staring down at Wolfram thoughtfully. Probably trying to peace everything together. "Wolfram being in a child's form is normal. Every presented form is like that. For example, if I was presenting or was presented to, my mate or I would appear in that form. The child form is our soul in its most vulnerable form. Our most innocent, kind and faultless form. We're willing to forgive everything,"
"You said Wolfram asked for Yuuri's Naïveté? Which came from your chest? That's your heart. It takes the form of the thing that your mate relates to you the most. As your heart appeared as a flower, the Yuuri's Naïveté, Wolfram must have somehow seen a Yuuri's Naïveté and immediately symbolized it as you," Murata said happily. His voice filling the air quickly and somewhat kindly.
Yuuri blinked once. His mouth opened and shut as he processed his thoughts. "So...I presented to Wolfram?" he repeated slowly.
Murata nods his head. It was slightly annoying how proud Murata was of it - almost like he wasn't expecting Yuuri 'grow up'. "Wolfram probably had a similar vision. His heart is most likely formed as flower too or something you see as Wolfram when you look at it."
"Beautiful Wolfram," Yuuri said thoughtfully. It was true. Whenever he saw the beautiful tulip he was reminded of the golden Omega and before he met Wolfram, he felt connected to the flower. It had to be the flower.
"If the two of you are connected by red. Then you've accepted one another, it's considered one of the most magical ceremonies an Alpha and their chosen mate could have. It also confirms you're destined mates," Murata grins widely, and chuckled at Yuuri's pink embarrassed face. "I mean, you two still have a long way to go. To bond with one another-"
"You're wrong! I love him, and I'm sure he loves me too!" Yuuri interrupted loudly. His eyes becoming wide at his own words, and his cheeks darkened further. "I-I mean, w-we're already bonding with each other...and-and..."
Murata smiles. "I know Shibuya." he chuckled, and shook his head. "You two are definitely mates. But are you willing to take responsibility?"
Yuuri blinked, and his lips parted. "Take responsibility? That's what the Maoh said too...it's the only thing I understood clearly..." he mumbled, and scratched at his head.
The great sage sighed softly. He closed eyes a little, seeming somewhat troubled before he smiles. "Omegas aren't accepted Shibuya. You know that. Can you imagine how much pain, and trouble Wolfram will be put through?" he explained softly.
"...I won't let anybody hurt him!" Yuuri said loudly.
Yuuri's eyes darkened with determination, but at the same time his stomach twisted painfully and he gulped. He hadn't really been opposed by his own people, and wondered if they would really be angry at him for choosing Wolfram. His sweet golden omega. His Omega. Yuuri knew what he wanted, but he still didn't know what Wolfram wanted. Could he really force Wolfram through it? Through the pain and grief that all those people would bring?
Yuuri had seen just what they do to Omegas, and while he was trying to help the Omegas, he wasn't sure what would happen but would he take responsibility? Would Wolfram even want to do this? Did Wolfram even want to be with him?
Yuuri's dark eyes turned to gaze down at the sleeping boy. Their fingers threaded together, and almost like Wolfram knew he was watching, he sleepily snuggled closer to Yuuri and smiled meekly in his sleep. Yuuri couldn't help but smile in return, and gently stroked Wolfram's curls with his other hand.
"Yes."
The young Alpha King turned to look at Murata. "Yes. I'll take responsibility. I'm going to make Wolfram happy. Either with me or not. I'll make sure he'll never be hurt again."
The smile on Murata's face never looked so real before. "Just the response I was expecting Shibuya," he chuckled before noticing the boat suddenly jerking to a stop. He glances around himself, before getting to his feet. "It seems we're home,"
Yuuri blinks, and grins goofily, watching as Murata quickly walked towards the door. Most likely so he could see if he could peek up the maid's skirts. My true Sage, huh? Switches from serious to a pervert... he thought and shook his head.
It was then that he noticed movement from the lump next to him. Yuuri snaped his head around to see the blanket wiggling, and slowly Wolfram poked his head out from the blanket, blinking and looking around in confusion.
"We're home Wolfram," Yuuri said with a smile.
Immediately, Wolfram turns his head around to look at Yuuri and blinks once. His cheeks flushing pink.
"H-Howme?"
Yuuri's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped. Wolfram's voice broke and creaked, but it was soft and gentle. Low, and barely heard, but Yuuri was able to hear it. Yuuri's heart beat in his chest, and he smiled widely.
"Yes Wolfram. Home," he said and laughed gleefully at the wide-eyes upon the Omega's face.
His Omega.
Yuuri leaned forward, gaining Wolfram's attention as he slowly and wearily moved closer to Wolfram's face. His dark eyes flickering down too look at Wolfram's cherry red lips. Wolfram seeing Yuuri advancing on him, found himself stretching himself up to meet him. Sitting with his legs slightly folded on either side of him, and hands settled between his legs. His fingers pressing harshly into the dark blankets.
First their foreheads met and rested together. Their hearts beating together, and filling their veins, and kissing at their fingertips.
The kiss obliterated every thought. For the first time in forever Yuuri's mind was locked into the present. The worries of the day evaporated like a summer shower onto a hot car. His usual mode of hurrying from one thing to the next was suspended, he had no wish for the kiss to end. Drunk on endorphins his only desire was to touch his Omega. It was different to their other kisses. Yuuri savoured Wolfram's shy and trembling lips and the quickening of his breath that matched his own.
A kiss like this was a beginning, a promise of much more to come. An unspoken union of their two souls.
Just as Yuuri was pulling away, leaving Wolfram glassy eyed and with a bright blush upon his cheeks, the sound of the door opening somewhere clicked in the back of his mind.
"Heika!"
Yuuri had never heard Conrad's voice so high before.
The End of Arc three! Yay!
Conrad knows about Yuuri and Wolfram! Gasp~ How will he react to it? Hmm? Hehe~
So for the next arc there will be a year time skip! Anything you guys want to happen in the time skip let me know. Ummm. The plot for Arc three is gonna be fun, interesting and shocking! I hope you all buckle your seatbelts! Hehe~ BIG THINGS will be happening! Lalala!
Anyway! Hope you enjoyed it and see you guys next time!