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This story is pure YuuRam-Yuuri/Wolfram!
Other couples include - YozRad - Yozak/Conrad and Gweter - Gwendal/Gunter
Warning: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Gruesome, Blood-Spill, Alpha/Omega/Beta, Suggested Sexual Themes and MPreg!
Yaoi/Slash/Shounen ai
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Chapter 19
Home?
"Y-Yuuri…"
A sweet moan filled the air. It sent a pleasure filled chill down Yuuri's spin.
Yuuri choked on a moan. His large black eyes were glassy. He licked his swollen lips and shifted on his royal black Queen sized bed. It was so big, way too big for himself alone and he had always felt lost within the sheets. However, now, with Wolfram, it felt so right. He didn't feel lonely at all.
Yuuri looked down at Wolfram. He let out a shaky moan upon seeing him spread out like that. The milky white skin was just screaming for him to touch. Not just that either…those large emerald orbs gazing up at him half-lidded with tears swelling at the long black eyelashes. Yuuri gulped. Yuuri leaned down, and kissed Wolfram's cheek, then kissed his forehead, then his nose, and finally his lips. He kissed him hungrily, parting his lips and coaxing Wolfram to part his own. When he did, and allowed Yuuri entry into his mouth, the young King finally thrusted his hips
Wolfram let out a yelp. He shivered. He'd never seen this side of the King before. This possessive side. This dominating side. And it made him want to curl inward, instantly. He has seen Yuuri become aggressive, to people who would upset him…this was just so overwhelming.
Wolfram felt shy. So shy that it was Yuuri staring at him. Looking at his bare body. He turned away when he couldn't take it for much longer.
Then Yuuri was pinching his chin, turning his face back towards him, kissing him, devouring his mouth and rutting against him. He grunted, and pressed down. It created a delicious friction that had Wolfram arching into it for more.
"Don't turn away Wolfram. Trust me, okay. I love you so much. I want you to feel it."
Wolfram gasped. He shivered at Yuuri's gravely words, spoken in reverence. It felt almost like his Alpha was staring into his very soul. He felt so exposed, so naked. Not the lack of clothes kind of naked; the kind of naked that left him feeling raw and vulnerable and completely at Yuuri's mercy.
He gulped, and chewed on his bottom lip. Wolfram leant into the hand holding his cheek. He smiled sweetly, but yet suggestively up at the King.
"I-I love y-you too." Wolfram breathed out bashfully.
Wolfram, with as much braveness and courage he could gather, reached up and wrapped his arms around Yuuri's shoulders. He pressed his fingers against Yuuri's tan skin, and eased him down into a kiss.
"Y-Yuuri!" he sobbed out, and his eyes rolled back into his head.
Wolfram panted. He tried to catch his breath for the pleasure filling his thin body. His mouth became slack, and he let out another whimper.
"You're beautiful." Yuuri whispered.
Yuuri slowly ran his hand along Wolfram's stomach. He ran his right hand flatly along the skin, gently tracing all the lines and sending Goosebumps through the omega's body.
"I want to fill you up. I want you heavy with my offspring. I want us to have many." Yuuri spoke in a deep voice. "I want to see you swollen and heavy with my child. I want people to look at you and know you belong to me and only me."
Yuuri spoke with a possessive tone. His hand presses against the Omega's flat stomach. He wanted to see Wolfram so big, swollen and heavy with his baby. He stroked the skin before running his fingers further downward.
Wolfram's face was bright red, his eyes widen, and his mouth slide wide and slack. He whimpered loudly and shivered uncontrollable, his knees had buckled together. His feet twisted a little, and nose spread - twitching.
"Yuuri! Yuuri! Yuuri!" Wolfram repeatedly cried.
Yuuri buckled upward and let out his own cry. His black eyes rolled back into his head and an awful plain ran up his back. His head smacked against something hard, and flat. Yuuri yelped loudly, so loudly that his throat burned.
Yuuri's eyes opened to find his bedroom cling above him. His black blankets had travelled along with him, and wrapped around his legs. His head throbbed the way he had smacked his head against the floor. His black and blue pyjamas stuck to his body.
Ever so slowly, Yuuri eased himself up. He winced and rubbed the back of his head. He could feel a bump forming on the back of his head. He frowned and huffed. His body was sticky, and grimaced from it. He had been sweating again in his sleep.
The Alpha King turned his head. He peered up at his bed, and felt the feeling of disappointment upon finding his bed empty. Only the crinkled sheets stared back him. There was no Omega anywhere. It truly disappointed him.
"Again…" he breathed out.
Yuuri pushed himself up. He felt the familiar sticky sensation rumbling from between his legs. His cheeks flushed pink, and he let out a grumble.
"Another wet dream…" Yuuri whispered to himself and stressfully ran a hand through his black hair.
It was embarrassing to admit, but since Yuuri had kissed Wolfram last year on the lips, Yuuri had been having wet dreams about him. There was no way in hell he would ever tell anybody, but it had been slowly becoming more and more intense. His dreams had started out very innocent. They had been holding hands, then to hugs, then to kisses, then to French kisses, then to gentle touches, then to heated touches before Yuuri had Wolfram quivering underneath him.
The King made a sigh. He reached up and pressed his finger-tips against his tan lips. He inhaled sharply. He remembered his dream. He remembered what it felt like to press his lips to the Omegas. He sighed to himself. His cheeks darkened, and he let out a gentle groan. He wanted….to.
Yuuri shook his head. He throw the blankets back onto the bed and turned around fully. His dark eyes narrowed, and he let out a low sound from the back of his throat.
"Bath." He muttered to himself. "I need to clean myself up…"
Yuuri's face flushed darker as he walked. He sheepishly smiled at a passing maid, before scrambling off to the bathes. He could feel the horrible feeling of himself against his legs, and was beyond eager to clean it off.
"My day just can't get any worse…I hope…"
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Yuuri groaned softly to himself. He ran a hand stressfully through his hair. He had just stepped out of his office after working for five hours straight on paper work. Oddly Gwendal didn't even object when he said he was going to take a break. He would be back in his office within an hour or so.
A frown appeared across his face. Yuuri walked through his corridors. He briefly watched a few maids skittered about holding all sorts of objects. Objects that went from tiny things to massive things. Sometimes Yuuri was amazed with how strong the maids were.
"Heika?"
Yuuri almost tripped over his feet. The King turned his head to the owner of such a sweet voice. His round eyes found a woman walking up to him, her arms folded behind her back.
It was one of the common maid with mid-back length cotton candy pink hair which curls at the ends. Her pink uniform impossibly tightly, emphasizing her bosom. A girlishly grin makes it way cross her face as she stops in front of him.
Yuuri clocks his head and blinked his eyes curiously.
The maid giggled. Her pink lips curls into a smile.
"Would you prefer my Strawberries." She winked at him.
The beautiful young maid giggled more at her own words. However her eyes flickered with a little disappoint upon not seeing his face turns a shade of pink like it normally would.
"Or peaches?" she finished.
The maid's blue eyes sparkles brightly. She wasn't about to give up. She was not sure what had happen to the young King, but surely he still liked her?
"We're out of your favourite shampoo." She said.
Yuuri blinked. He looked almost confused over what she was saying before he placed a hand to his chin.
"Oh. I see." He spoke deeply.
The maid pouted. She did not like how he had replied to her. Normally, Yuuri was much cuter.
Yuuri frowned. He knew what she was suggesting and he didn't like it. He tilted his head away from her. His black eyes slide to the side, and he suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. He swore, for a second, he had seen familiar golden curls flicker around the corner.
'Wolfram?' he thought anxiously. He had not seen Wolfram at all today!
"Heika?" The maid called out.
Yuuri snapped his head around back to the girl. His legs twitched. He almost bounced on the spot. He wanted to run down that hallway to see if it really was Wolfram. His inside was twisting. His fingers trembled.
"Yeah. Sure. It's fine to do that." He said in a hurry.
He barely sparing her another look and quickly speed off in the direction of the blonde hair. Yuuri's footsteps echoed in the hall as he went. He left the confused maid behind who slowly lowered her arms with a pout.
Yuuri's heart skipped a beat. The pounding echoed through his head. All he could think about was the sweet, cute and small blonde haired Omega.
His Omega!
"Wolf-" he began.
Yuuri turned around the corner and came to stop. His jaw was slack and his cheeks did become red. His black eyes blow out wide, and he gapped.
"H-Heika!"
"I'm so sorry!" Yuuri cried out. He spun around and covered his eyes.
It was his most eldest maid. The one in the golden dress, and matching hair. She stood with another maid in green. Yuuri had accidently caught the two kissing, which explained a lot now that he thought about it. The two maids had never put him in an embarrassing situations.
"Sorry…" Yuuri repeated and blindly walked away from the two maids.
He couldn't help but feel the disappointment. Yuuri really wanted to see Wolfram. He really was hoping to see Wolfram. He wanted to know what-what happened last night. Yuuri bites his bottom lip harshly, and sharply breathed in. He just didn't understand it. How can Wolfram be so happy one moment, but the next so sad?
'Why did he run away from me?' Yuuri thought in sadness.
Yuuri wanted to see him. He wants to see Wolfram so badly. He wants to make him feel better. Yuuri shook his head furiously. It was unfair.
Just as Yuuri was turning a corner, and felt his full being freeze. Almost like somebody pressed the 'mute' button on him. His heart leaped into his throat, and his body trembled. He felt something run up his spine.
Round emerald eyes started at him one moment and the next? He could see the retreating form of said Omega.
"Oi! Oi! Hey Wolf!" He called out desperately.
Yuuri kicked himself. He raced after the Omega. He reached out his arm as fair as he could, his fingertips brushing against the soft blue cotton shirt. He grasped Wolfram's elbow and pulled him back.
Wolfram let out a yelp.
Yuuri blinked his eyes, looking but not seeing. His view was blurry, he had to blink his eyes furiously to clear the white spots from his view.
"Wolfram?" he called out, unevenly.
He did not notice until awhile later that he was on all fours above said blonde, their lips inches apart.
"Wolfram, didn't you hear me calling you?"
Wolfram timidly blinked. His emerald eyes bored up at Yuuri. It was like he was pulling the part together within his head.
"H-Heavy…" Wolfram softly mumbled nervously.
Yuuri blinked once, and then twice. "What? Heavy?" he repeated. "What's heavy?"
Black eyebrows pulled together. Yuuri frowned, and his eyes slowly lowered. Immediately his heart leaped into his mouth. Their hips were grinded into each other. His face turning a lovely shade of red, Yuuri let out something similar to a snort of a girl squeal. He leaped up to his feet, and almost fell back down.
His mind reeled as his wet dream seeped into his brain.
"Sorry! Sorry!" Yuuri squealed out. "I didn't mean to hurt you!"
Wolfram blushed. He slowly sat up. He rubbed his arm, and kept his eyes down to the ground.
Yuuri blinked. He wanted nothing more then to reach out, and hold him. Hug him tightly. However he held back.
"Wolfram?" he said slowly.
Wolfram winced. He chewed on his cherry red lip, and tilted his head to the side. He curled in on himself.
"Wolfram…" Yuuri breathed out softly. He shifts on his backside, and slowly reached a hand out to the Omega.
Yuuri's heart was beating so painfully in his chest. It was his chance. He could find out if he had done something last night?
"Wolf. I'm so sorry. Did-Did I do something las-" Yuuri's voice skittered. His large black eyes widened and he gasped.
Wolfram leaped to his feet. He trembled a little, as he stared down at the Alpha. He inhaled sharply, and shook his head. His golden hair danced around his face as he spun around.
"Wolfram!" Yuuri gasped. He scrambled to his feet, and tried to grab a hold of Wolfram's arm again.
Yuuri could only watch as Wolfram disappeared down the corridor. The Omega didn't even spear him another look. He was gone. Disappeared. Vanished. Yuuri's heart dropped.
"…Wolfram…" he mumbled softly. His hand shook and he carefully brought it back to his chest.
'It hurts…' he thought.
Yuuri's head lowered. He pressed his lips together, and puffed out his cheeks. His eyes were burning, and he wondered briefly if he had the power to make it rain indoors before realizing the water were tears. He didn't understand it. Why was everything against him?
"Heika?"
Yuuri jumped. His face was flushed red. He swung his head around to find a familiar tall man walking towards him. Yuuri was wheezing. He couldn't briefly. He was gasping for breath, but the harder he tried to catch his breath to calm down – the more he cried.
"Heika? What's the matter?" Conrad questioned. He walked to the young Alpha in worry. He gently patted Yuuri on the back, and placed his other arm around Yuuri's shoulder.
Yuuri gasped. He kept whipping the back of his hands against his face. He struggled to whip the tears away. He opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out. His mouth was slack, and his chest tightened horribly. It was the worst feeling he had ever felt before.
"Heika. Calm down. Take a deep breathe." Conrad said.
Conrad placed both hands onto Yuuri's shoulders. He carefully pushed him down. Made Yuuri to sit down.
"You just need your head to catch up with you." He added.
Yuuri nodded slowly. He pressed the palms of his hands firmly against his eyes. He crushed his teeth together, and felt his throat clenched. His nose was stuffy. He couldn't breathe.
It took a few seconds for Yuuri to completely calm down. His body was shaking. His skin looked pretty pale, and his normally beautiful round black eyes were surrounding with redness. His nose was red, and he felt light headed.
"Do you feel better now Yuuri?" Conrad asked softly.
It took Yuuri a little while to realize Conrad had called him by his full name and not 'Heika'. He swallowed a thick lump, and pulled his legs up to his chest. He made a deep sound from the back of his throat. He wrapped his arms tightly around his legs, and buried his face into his knees.
"Why is everyone against me?" Yuuri said.
Yuuri's voice barely louder then a whisper. It hitched, and creaked as he spoke. He made a shaky and dry whimper.
"…Yuuri…" Conrad frowned.
Yuuri pulled at his hair. He lifted his head slowly, and looked at nothing in particular. His lips twitched. His shoulders were laid numbly, with his legs shook just a little.
"I don't understand…" Yuuri sniffed. He rested his chin against his arm. His eyes burned.
Conrad's eyes softened. "Yuuri. Why don't you try explaining it?" he pressed.
Yuuri closed his eyes. He tilted his head to the side. The heavy rain from outside the castle echoed through the glass. It made him relax. Rain always did. He breathed softly. He hummed softly.
"Everything. Nothing is right, and I don't know how to fix it." He whispered. "I need to fix it, but I don't know how…"
Yuuri peered through half-lidded eyes. "I can't even talk to Wolfram without him running away from me. Gwendal stares at me like I'm scum on his shoe….and Lady Cecile keeps on pushing me. Why can't everything just be…simpler?" he said. His words came out slowly, but twitched and creaked.
Conrad blinked. He listened quietly to the young King's words before sighing softly. He had a feeling about it.
"Wolfram's running away from you?" he asked.
Conrad clocked his head to the side. As fair as he knew, Yuuri and Wolfram had been secretly meeting. He didn't have a problem with it as he trusted Yuuri. He was just worried about his baby brother.
"I knew the pair of you was meeting, did something happen?" he added.
Yuuri rotated his head around to look up at Conrad. He pulled himself inward. He looked pretty small. "You knew?" he asked.
Conrad smiled. "Of course I knew." He said softly.
Yuuri lifted his head. "Y-You…You wasn't mad?" he asked. He sounded like a small child.
"No. I'm not Yuuri." Conrad said. "I know it seemed I didn't want you two together, but I knew that if Wolfram was going to be with any Alpha or Beta, I would prefer it to be you. I trust you. I trust you with my baby brother, but on the other hand, he is still my baby brother. I want to protect him…"
Yuuri blinked. He inhaled sharply. "Wolfram had been through so much…I wouldn't ever hurt him…" he trailed off with a small frown.
Conrad nodded. "I know. I know you would never hurt Wolfram, or allow anybody to hurt him. I think if anybody is going to be with Wolfram, I would want it to be you." He smiled.
"B-But….b-but then why-why…" Yuuri winced. He couldn't get the words out right. They almost sounded alien to his ears.
Conrad reached over, and patted Yuuri on the head. "It's hard to see my baby brother being with somebody. It's like Shouri, with you." He explained softly.
Yuuri blinked once and then twice. "My big brother…he wouldn't like me being with anybody…" he murmured to himself.
Conrad had a point. Shouri would most likely be just like Conrad and Gwendal. Be against whoever he had chosen. Suddenly Yuuri wondered if Shouri would even like Wolfram? Yuuri is certain his mother will adore Wolfram. Wolfram is super cute, and adorable. His mother will just love him, however Shouri…Yuuri had no idea. His big brother had an strange obsession with him….
"Does Gwendal hate me?" Yuuri asked softly.
Conrad shook his head. "No. Gwendal struggles to show emotion. He's just beginning to get his head around the fact that Wolfram has came home. He still sees Wolfram as that small baby that he would make strange knitted animals. I don't think it even crossed his mind that Wolfram is now of age of wanting to meet somebody, to fall in love with somebody."
Yuuri softly hummed. "W-Will ever accept my feelings?" he asked.
"One day, he will." Conrad nodded. He suddenly stiffened and blinked. He turned his head around to look at the younger male. "Yuuri. What do you feel for Wolfram?"
Yuuri, despite having been crying moments before, flushed. He lowered his head sheepishly. "Um. I-I like him a lot. I-I….I-I'm in l-love with him. He is my mate. My destined m-mate. I know he is…" he tried to explain. He kept his head down.
It was silence. Yuuri was worried that he had said something wrong. His heart beat so loudly that his head was beginning to throb. He slowly looked back at Conrad.
Conrad looked surprised. "You love Wolfram?" he repeated.
"Y-Yes." Yuuri stated. "I love Wolfram so much."
Conrad nodded is head. He placed a hand to his chin. "Why is Wolfram running from you?"
Yuuri buried his face into his knees again. He pressed his hands into his hair again.
"I don't know! He just…freaked out yesterday. Now he won't even look at me. I saw him just a little while ago, and he ran from me." Yuuri said in a hurry. "I've done something. I must have, but he won't talk to me."
Conrad's eyebrows pulled together. It was a lot of information to take in at once.
"Maybe Wolfram's just scared. You've got to remember how he grow up, so it would be understandable if he is scared." Conrad explained kindly. "I'm sure everything will fall into place eventually."
Yuuri stared up at Conrad. Almost hopefully. His black eyes shimmered a little. "Y-You really think so?" he meekly asked.
"Yes. I do." Conrad stated. His lips pulled into a smile.
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Yuuri felt a little at ease after taking with Conrad and hearing Conrad's words. He felt a little better, but he was still worried about how Wolfram had acted the night before. Other then his…dream, Yuuri had a restless night. Before his dream, he had been awake for most of the night. He had stayed wide awake for a few hours before finally falling asleep. He had black bags underneath his eyes, and his skin looked a ghastly pale colour. He hardly spoke, and looked disinterested most of the time. The air was sour, and it had been raining since the night before.
The biggest thing that had thrown everyone off was the fact he didn't fight his paperwork. Yuuri had just sat down and took it. He spent the full day signing papers without a break. A complete 180 from the day before.
Something was definitely up.
"Papa?" Greta's sweet voice piped up.
Yuuri snapped his head up and let out a very 'girlish' yelp. He blinked his furiously as he had not realized he had zoned out. A sheepish laugh escaped his lips, and he rubbed the back of his neck tiredly.
"Um. Y-Yes Greta?" he asked.
Greta blinked once, and then twice at him. She clocked her head to the side, and pouted. "Is everything alright, Papa?" she asked worriedly. Her eyebrows pulled together in worry.
Yuuri laughed, and waved his hands out in front of himself. "Oh! I'm completely fine! I just didn't get a good night sleep is all!" he said anxiously.
Greta's face filled with worry. Her lips pressed together and she leant forward. "Are you sick Papa! You came in soaking wet last night!" she gasped out with her hands pressed together.
"You saw that, huh?" Yuuri chuckled. He rubbed his cheek and turned to look away in embarrassment.
Yuuri's black eyes turned to peer at Wolfram. He couldn't help but watch the way Wolfram sucked on the straw. Due to skin around Wolfram's mouth, and face, he struggled to eat and drink probably. Yuuri had brought back a box of colourful straws for him. Greta, of cause, loved the colours and loved how they're used, used them too. Sure, Wolfram's skin had healed but the straws had stuck. Both him and Greta had kept using them, which resulted in Yuuri always bringing back new boxes.
Yuuri gulps. He tugs on his collar, and sheepishly laughed. His cheeks darkened red as he watched those plush kissable lip suck on the white and blue stripped straw. His mind twisted back, and he recalled his dream. His skin twitched, and heat grow up his spine.
'Ghaa. When did I become such a pervert?' Yuuri wondered to himself and looked away before anybody caught him staring.
He swore for a second, he had heard an echo of a laughter in his head. He hoped not because the last thing he wanted was his 'other self' teasing him on the wonders of 'growing up'.
"Papa? Your face is growing red." Greta commented innocently. She had clocked her head, and her chocolate curls bounced around her face.
Yuuri arched his back. His face became redder if possible. He pulled his hands close to himself, and held them on his lap.
"O-Oh? Ah. It must be hot in here today!" Yuuri stated. His voice becoming high pitch as he spoke.
Yuuri watched as the few maids in the dinning hall rushed to open the windows. He felt an odd sensation fill his stomach and he rubbed the back of his head. He felt rather bad for the poor maids. They ran themselves crazy for him.
The life of a King was, and still is difficult for him. There was no need for all this fuss…
Yuuri's eyes still burned from his recent cry, he was relieved the redness around his eyes had faded away. It still was raining outside, but he felt a lot better. Conrad had really made him feel better. He relaxed into his chair, and inhaled softly.
Greta's caramel eyes sparkled. She was so sweet, and so innocent, that she believed her Papa. She nodded her head, and smiled brightly. She twirled her head around while her chocolate curls danced beautifully.
"Oh Papa!" she called out excitedly. "Can Wolfie and I go to town tomorrow? We want to go visit the Happy Home!" she asked happily.
Yuuri blinked. 'Happy Home? Oh right. The Orphanage…'
The young King glanced over at Wolfram. His chest warmed as he noticed the Omega had looked at him by chance.
"Oh. Um." He began. "I suppose it would be alright. As long as you've got somebody else going with you two. I-I mean, it is dangerous for you guys to be out there on your own…"
Yuuri couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that he couldn't go with them. He would have loved to see Wolfram's expression.
Greta gasped. Her eyes widened. "Oh! Conrad! Can you come with us?" she squealed out hopefully.
"Of course Princess." Conrad said kindly. He smiled warmly. "Perhaps Heika would like to join us?"
Yuuri felt his heart skip. His lips parted and he was about to answer. His eyes flittered upward and met gorgeous forest green eyes. He felt giddy upon seeing Wolfram's face darken.
"Absolutely not." Gwendal interrupted. His voice thundering through the hall like lightening.
Automatically everyone jumped. They became stiff, and eyes widened in fear. The way Gwendal had spoken, his mare voice had the walls of the castle shake.
"Gwendal. Don't you think you have punished Heika enough?" Conrad asked with a sigh.
Gwendal turned his dark glare onto his younger brother. He let out a growl.
"It's been a year, Gwendie. It's about time to let it go." Lady Cecilie added with a sweet giggle.
Greta frowned. She pouted, and let out a small huff. "Why? Why isn't Papa and Wolfie allowed to be together?" she asked innocently.
Gwendal grumbled under his breathe. He crossed his arms over his chest, and leant back against the chair. He growled. "It wouldn't fit. It does not work. Heika is half-human, and Wolfram is a full blooded demon. It wouldn't work." He stated firmly.
"H-Half-human?" suddenly Wolfram questioned. His shaky, and raw voice filling the intense air. "W-What has t-that got to do w-with anything?"
Gwendal blinked dumbfounded. He gapped a little as well. Almost like he had not been expecting the Omega to speak. Even now, Wolfram was trying to hide behind Lady Cecilie.
Yuuri's head snapped around to look at Wolfram. "It…It might be…because I would die before you…" he explained in a sadden toned voice. It was true. He might have stopped aging physically, like normal humans, however he still had a ticking clock.
Wolfram looked confused. His head slightly clocked downward in thought. Yuuri wanted to walk towards him and hug him. Hold him tightly. Wolfram looked so confused. He chewed his bottom red lip, and pressed his fingers against his chin in thought.
"That, and the fact Wolfram is definitely not ready for something like this!" Gwendal added firmly. He turned his heated glare onto the young King. "I do not think you are the right person to help him along the way!"
Yuuri bristled. He withdrawn backward. He gapped a little. 'I-I'm not the right person…?'
"Gwendal!" Conrad began.
Conrad still looked kind, and calm like normally but in his chocolate eyes, a glint appeared. He disagreed with his elder brother greatly.
Gwendal glared at his brother. He looked angry. More angry then anything before.
Suddenly the sound of a chair scrapping against the crystal polished floor gained everyone's attention. Wolfram kept his head down, he refused to look at anyone and his shoulders were hunched. He kept his arms together.
"Wolfram?"
Wolfram blankly ignored everyone. He trembled. He all but ran for the door. Speed walked towards the door, and practically ripped the doors off the hunches. He disappeared through the double doors, and ignored everyone calling his name.
Lady Cecilie gasped. She leaped to her feet with her hands slamming against the table. Her golden curls bounced, and her large lush green eyes glared at her eldest son.
"Well done Gwendal! I hope you are very pleased with yourself!" she snapped. Her tone hitching into a very 'motherly-tone'.
The type of tone Yuuri remembered his own mother used to use whenever he came home covered in dirt and mud.
Lady Cecilie frowned. She arched her back and crossed her arm over his large bust. "You can not treat Wolfram that way! He is grown up in a world without any of us, I think, more then any of us, Wolfram knows what he wants." She said.
"Mother-" Gwendal began.
Lady Cecilie held a hand up. "I'm going to find my youngest baby." She stated.
Greta blinked. She looked around the table. Her round caramel eyes shimmered with unleashed tears. In a rush she got to her feet. She flinched as her knees slammed into the chair as she got up.
"I-I want to come too!" she cried out.
Lady Cecilie smiled sweetly down at the young Princess. "Of cause!" she said.
Lady Cecilie knew how fond Wolfram is of the young girl. She is certain that having Greta at her side, will help her comfort her child. She reached a hand out, and took Greta's hand. The two females then began to move towards the door.
"I don't think you're being fair." Lady Cecilie added over her shoulder, before slamming the door behind her.
Gwendal sighed deeply. He rubbed his temples. He could feel another headache coming on.
Yuuri stiffly sat with his back arched. He gulped, and glanced between the two men. He briefly wondered just where Gunther had gotten to? Normally Gunther was around, and recently everyone preferred as Gunther was able to keep Gwendal calm. He could understand him like no other people could.
Yuuri did not envy him for it either. Gwendal was scary man.
The young Alpha King glanced between the two brothers. He puffed out his cheeks as he could feel the tension growing between them. He awkwardly scratched the side of his head before he got to his feet.
"Er. Um." Yuuri frowned. He felt nervous all of a sudden. "Um. I'm going to-to…do something…."
Conrad smiled up at Yuuri. He got to his feet, and placed a gentle hand onto Yuuri's shoulder.
"Yes Heika. I need a word with my brother." He commented. For the first time in a long time, Yuuri saw Conrad glare and it was directed at Gwendal, of all people!
Gwendal snorted at Conrad's words.
Yuuri nodded his head furiously. "Yes! Of cause!" he said. Maybe too eagerly. He wanted more then anything to get out of the dinning hall.
Yuuri had never felt so thankful as he closed the doors behind him. He leant against the dinning room's doors, and breathed sharply. He ran his fingers through his black hair, and chewed his bottom lip. He could already hear the muffled sound coming from behind them. He gulped.
'That was…intense…like yesterday. Like every day.' Yuuri thought. 'Now what should I do?'
Yuuri groaned. He ran his hands down his face. He glanced off in the left direction. He wanted to go find Wolfram, but felt the Omega didn't want to see him right now. It hurt. Because Yuuri, more then anything, doesn't like see the Omega in so much stress.
'I'm sure Lady Cecilie and Greta are taking care of him…' He added to himself. However a small voice in the back of his head said it should be him who is taking care of Wolfram.
Yuuri frowned. He still felt sluggish from earlier, from his crying fit with Conrad. He wondered if maybe he should take a nap, or maybe just go to bed early today? Yuuri sighed. He yawns softly into his hand, before finally deciding to walk back to his chamber. There were two ways he could get back his chamber. He could easily just take the staircase to get back to his bedroom, or take the long way, and cross through the courtyard to get back his bedroom.
A walk might be a good idea anyway. The fresh air should do wonders for him.
With a shrug, Yuuri began his journey back to his chamber. It didn't take him long to get to the courtyard doorway. He stared for a few seconds at the fresh, wet grass. It had just recently stopped raining, he realized. Yuuri felt a little disappointed. Despite he could get sick, and normally does, Yuuri loved walking around in the rain. His mother had always chewed his ear off whenever she caught him wondering around in the rain.
Yuuri just stared, admiring the rather pretty texture the rain had caused to the grass, and other plants. He smiled a little before he shook his head, and quickly began to walk through the courtyard. He breathed in sharply from the crisp air. It was good. It was nice. It refreshed him.
Yuuri hummed as he walked. He looked up at the sky, and almost snorted. How ironic it was that the sky had cleared. It was night now, and he could see the stars. There were a few clouds here and there, but overall, it was very beautiful.
He then came across the familiar fountain. His fountain. It was just as beautiful as it was the first day he had ever transported himself out of it. Yuuri smiled at it. He leant forward to see his reflection within the water.
"God. I look awful." He muttered to himself. He really did need a good night sleep.
"Y-Yuuri?"
Yuuri jumped. Startled. He had not been expecting anybody here! Let alone to hear a voice! It took a few seconds for him to realize he recognized that voice. Yuuri blinked his round black eyes, and turned his head.
"Wolfram?" he asked in confused. What was he doing there?
He could see the small Omega. He was sitting on the fair side of the fountain. He was curled up tightly with his legs to his chest. Wolfram had head slightly tilted, and his cheeks pressed against the top of his knees.
"Wolfram. You're here?" Yuuri asked. Almost like he thought he was seeing things? That it wasn't really Wolfram.
Wolfram blinked a little shyly at him. "Y-Yuuri? What h-happened?" he asked slowly.
Yuuri felt his chest swallow from two things. One being Wolfram's concern for him, and the other Wolfram actually talking! He awkwardly laughed, and rubbed the back of his neck.
"A-Ah. I'm fine." Yuuri tried to say.
Wolfram stared at him. He did not look like he believed him. He stared up at Yuuri quietly. His green eyes just staring directly into Yuuri's soul. It made Yuuri feel giddy. He liked, no loved, having Wolfram's attention on him and only him!
"Eyes." Wolfram suddenly stated.
Yuuri fought against the urge to cover his eyes. He bites at his bottom lip, and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. He stepped slowly up to Wolfram, and when the Omega didn't flinch or anything, he sat down next to him. There was a small gap between them, so not to scare him to much.
"Oh." Yuuri breathed out. "I didn't realize it was that bad."
Wolfram hummed. His voice creaked a little. "Not-N-Not bad. I c-can just t-tell….here." Wolfram tried to explain. He tilted his body back, and placed his small shaky fingers to his chest.
"You can…feel what I feel?" Yuuri asked. His own cheeks flushing a little.
Wolfram nervously looked away. He shrugged a little. "N-Not sure. S-Sometimes…I-I feel something not m-mi-ne…it Y-Yuuri's…" Wolfram frowned. His nose twitched, and he looked almost frustrated that he couldn't find the right words.
"I wonder if I've ever felt what you felt…" Yuuri wondered to himself.
Wolfram looked at him from the corner of his beautiful eyes. "Pro-Probably."
Yuuri smiled, but then frowned. "Wait. I remember. I throw up for no reason at all once, and then another time, I felt so hungry! Like I've never eaten at all, or even at least haven't eaten for a number of days!" he gasped out.
"That was you! Wasn't it!" Yuuri stated. He pointed at Wolfram as he spoke. His reddish eyes large, and wide.
Wolfram's cheeks darkened. "Y-Yeah…p-probably…" he mumbled.
Yuuri knew he wouldn't get anything more then that about it. However Yuuri would be lying if he said he wasn't at all worried. His stomach clenched as he thought about it.
"Hey. You're speaking longer words now. Probably. Sometimes." Yuuri suddenly said with a grin.
Wolfram clocked his head. His lips twitched into a tiny smile. "Hmmm. T-The man with-with-with…" Wolfram trailed off.
Wolfram frowned. He couldn't find the word. He stubbornly puffed his cheeks out. He tapped his fingers together. He looked so upset that he couldn't find the word to explain.
"U-Um. Lo-ong, and pre-tty!" Wolfram blurred out worriedly.
Yuuri blinked. Wolfram was super cute! "Oh. Gunther?" he supplied.
Wolfram blinked owlishly. He tilted his head backward in thought.
"Hmm – G-Gunth-nareer?" he tried to say.
Yuuri chuckled. "It's okay. Gunther taught you longer words?" he asked.
Wolfram nodded like a small child. His eyes large and round, looking just beautiful in the moon light.
"I'm glad. I like it when you talk." Yuuri said. He closed his eyes as he spoke.
Wolfram blushed. He looked away, and meekly smiled to himself. His fingers tapped together, and he nodded slowly.
"I-I like it t-o-o when Y-Yuuri talks…" Wolfram whispered. His voice was so soft, so low that it was barely heard.
Yuuri blinked a couple of times. He wondered if he had heard Wolfram right. He almost thought he had imagined it up. He had the urge to clean his ears.
Wolfram slowly peeked at him. He pressed his lips together, and looked like he was debating if he wanted to say something or not.
"W-Why?" Wolfram began. His small button up cute nose flushed a red colour. "Y-Yuuri human?"
Yuuri's eyes widened. "Oh! Oh!" he gasped out in understanding.
Wolfram didn't understand. He didn't understand what it meant being human.
"You're confused about Gwendal's statement?" he asked, and leant forward when Wolfram nodded slowly.
Yuuri breathed in sharply. He clocked his head back to look at the stars. He pressed his fingers to his chin as he tried to figure out how to explain it to Wolfram, without confusing him.
"Okay…." He began slowly. "You're a full blooded Mazoku, right?"
Wolfram nodded his head slowly. He pointed at himself. "M-Me, a Maz-z-okauuuuuu?"
Yuuri grinned. "Yeah. Mazoku. Because both your mother, Lady Cecilie and your father, were mazoku's. Me, on the other hand, I'm half Mazoku and half human." He explained.
Wolfram frowned. His eyebrows pulled together. "Full…half?" he said slowly, pointed at himself and then Yuuri.
Yuuri nodded. "Yeah. That's right."
"Full b-bed-usoussss mother a-nd fathara full?" Wolfram sked and when Yuuri nodded, he sighed. He returned to his thinking pose with his fingers to his bottom lip. "Y-Yuuri half…b-bec-cau-sse…"
Suddenly Wolfram made a soft sound. He turned his head back to Yuuri and thrusted his finger out. It almost hit the poor King in the face, as he was not expecting it. Yuuri flared around as he tried to prevent himself from falling back into the fountain water.
"Yu-uri! Half! Mother Maz-z-okauuuuuu, a-and fathara not!?" he said in one go.
Yuuri panted. He whipped the sweat from his forehead. His lips formed a smile. "Close Wolf. Really close. My mother is actually human, and my father is actually a Mazoku. So I was born half human and half Mazoku." He said.
Wolfram blinked. He hummed, and nodded his head. "Mother h-human, a-and fathara a-a-a-a-a Maz-z-okauuuuuu." He repeated.
Yuuri smiled brightly. "That's right Wolf! My mother is human, and my father is Mazoku." He said proudly, and almost smugly.
Wolfram smiled so cutely, so sweet that Yuuri flushed himself. However he suddenly frowned, and quickly lowered his chin back against his knees.
"Y-Yuuri half? W-Why bad?" he asked cutely.
Yuuri sighed. He knew that was coming. He knew Wolfram would ask that. "Well…human's are naturally weaker than Mazoku's. In fact some humans hate Mazoku's. I'm trying to change it, but it's one of the most difficult things ever." Yuuri groaned.
"Hate?" Wolfram repeated, and shook his head.
"Humans don't have magic. Humans don't live as long as Mazoku's." Yuuri explained. "So, I would, um, most likely die before you."
Wolfram gasped. "Y-Yuuri gonna die!" he cried out, shakily.
Yuuri gapped. His black eyes widened, and he reached out towards Wolfram. He grabbed him by the shoulders.
"No! I'm sorry Wolf! I didn't mean to scary you!" Yuuri blurred out. "I'm not going to die! Not anytime soon! I mean, unless I'm stupid enough to get attacked then maybe…I'm pretty stupid…Ah! But I mean, I won't die for a very long time! So don't worry about it!"
Wolfram sniffed. He stared back at Yuuri silently.
"P-Promise!" he yelped.
Yuuri blinked. He then smiled, and nodded. "Yeah. I promise."
Wolfram breathed out in relief. He nodded his head, and smiled cutely. "Ok-ay…"
Yuuri stared at the Omega. He held Wolfram tightly. He stared at his face, and found himself leaning closer to Omega. His heart was pounding in his chest. His hands twitched as he felt the warmth from underneath the cotton blue shirt.
Wolfram was leaning in too. His beautiful pale face a lovely rose colour.
It was soft, and sweet. Their lips pressed together. Yuuri sighed into Wolfram. He leant closer to him, and all most moaned himself. He slide an around the Omega. He gently pressed his hand against the back of the Omega's head, and tilted his head. He deepened the kiss.
Wolfram, himself, didn't show any signs of pushing Yuuri away. Instead his fingers reached up, and tightened on the black martial of his jacket.
The sound of water moving filled Yuuri's ears. Yuuri pulled away with a pop. His eyes large and skittish. At first he thought Gwendal might have caught them and was storming towards them, with the intention of death!
Wolfram let out terrified whimper.
"Hold your breathe Wolfram!" Yuuri ordered in panic.
Yuuri shook his head. Water suddenly washed over him. He thought it had started to rain. He forced his eyes open and felt himself falling backward. A powerful grip on his body yanked him backward. Back into the fountain, and water sprayed across his body. He looped his arms around the shaky warm body against him, and held on.
Like many tiny fingers were gripping onto him. All hands pulling him many different directions, he was yanked through thousands and thousands of water. He held his breath, and pushed Wolfram's face into his chest.
And then, Yuuri felt his body thud against something solid and smooth. His back arched up from it, and he let out a low gasp. Water dripped from his hand, and he laid still. Wolfram was on top of him, unmoving with his face hidden within his chest. Yuuri's right hand was against Wolfram's lower back, while his other, he held to the back of Wolfram's head.
Slowly, he turned his head. Everything looked so similar. The hot pink objects lined up on the shelves, with towels and familiar looking Mikey mouse sponges on the tub sides. The checked black and white tiles lined the walls and floors. The bath curtains crimpled surrounding the tub. Yuuri could even see clear, sparkling water lining the tiled floor.
"Yuuri!"
Yuuri snapped his head around. "Okasan!"
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"Gomen'nasai." Yuuri muttered.
Yuuri shivered. He sat on his coach with a heavy towel wrapped around his body. He nervously looked up at his mother who overshadowed him with beautiful amber eyes. She had her hands on her hips.
"Anata wa sono yōna nagai jikan ni otozureta koto wa arimasen!" she said. Her voice high pitched as she spoke. "Anata wa anata no mazushī mama o ki ni shimasen ka?"
Yuuri sheepishly laughed. His cheeks darkened from embarrassment. "Sore wa hontō no mamade wa arimasen. Anata wa watashi ga otozureru no ga daisukida to shitte iru! Watashi wa isogashikatta!" he said in a hurry.
The woman huffed. She pouted. "Watashi wa ichinenkan de chīsana guretta o mita koto ga nai! Yū-chan!"
Yuuri held his head up. He pressed his hands together. "Gomen'nasai! Gomen'nasai! Mama! Watashi wa kanojo o jikai ni tsurete iku koto o yakusoku shimasu!"
"Yokatta. Watashi wa sono Yū-chan ni anata o dakishimete iru." The woman finally said. She seemed to finally accept what Yuuri said.
She turned her kind eyes onto the small blonde. Her lips pulled into a sweet, but familiar smile. "Dakara, kono utsukushī shōjo wa daredesu ka?" she asked sweetly.
"Okasan…U~orufuramu wa shōnendesu." Yuuri explained with pink cheeks.
The woman gasped, and clapped her hands together. Her eyes bright, shimmering and sparkling. "Otokonoko? Ā, watashi! Kare wa totemo airashīdesu!"
Yuuri smiled. He chuckled under his breathe. He turned his head around to look at Wolfram, before pausing. He blinked his black orbs at him.
Wolfram sat next him. He was much smaller then Yuuri. He had a thick white and pink towel. His face was flushed pink. His large emerald eyes were wide, and surrounded by long eyelashes. His golden curls were stuck to his face. His cheery lips were parted. His eyes flickered between Yuuri and the woman, but mostly stared at the woman.
"Wolfram?" Yuuri called out, with his head clocked to the side. He worriedly reached to the Omega.
Wolfram jumped when Yuuri touched his smaller fingers poking out from the towel wrapped around him. He snapped his head around to Yuuri and reached out. He pulled on the towel Yuuri had.
"Y-Yuuri!" he called out.
Yuuri's eyes widened and he gapped. "Oh! Wolfram!" he gasped. "I forgot! I'm sorry! I mean this is all knew to you, going through the gate and all….Japanese, it's…a different language. You don't understand what we're saying…" he muttered and shook his head.
Yuuri really did feel stupid. He wanted to smack himself on the head.
"Nani ka machigaete iru?" the woman asked worriedly. Her eyes gazed at Wolfram in worry.
Yuuri looked up at her with a small worried frown. "Ā, watashi wa wasuremashita. U~orufuramu wa nihongo o rikai dekimasen."
"Mā! Anata ga dekiru koto wa nanidesu ka?" She asked.
Yuuri hummed. He leant his head back. Is there anything he could do? He wondered to himself. He looked back at Wolfram. The golden haired boy was looked so lost and confused. Yuuri wanted to make it easier for him, after all, Wolfram had just been dragged from the demon world to Earth. He's probably more then confused.
"Oh! I got it!" Yuuri suddenly said with a snap of his fingers.
The young Alpha King got to his feet. He stepped in front of Wolfram, and got to his knees. If he remembered correctly, Adalbert Von Grantz, had put a spell on him that was allowed him understand the Mazoku language. Yuuri had been able to, with the help from Murata, was able to put the spell on Greta to understand Japanese.
'Surely I can do it myself now…Murata had helped me three years ago with Greta…' he thought to himself. His lip twisted together.
Wolfram blinked down at Yuuri. He clocked his head to the side in confusion. "Y-Yuuri?" he mumbled softly.
Yuuri smiled up at him. He held onto Wolfram's hands. "It'll be okay! I'm going to fix it, alright? Trust me. It might hurt a little, but only for a few minutes." He said as calmly and gently as possible.
Wolfram stared owlishly at him. "H-Hurt?" he repeated.
Yuuri just smiled. He breathed in sharply. With his left hand, he held onto Wolfram's hand and squeezed in comfort. His right hand moved up toward Wolfram's head. He pressed his fingers against Wolfram's forehead. He stared solely into Wolfram's eyes. He summoned all his power, and magic. He tried his hardest to summon up his magic.
Suddenly Wolfram inhaled sharply. His forest eyes widened, and tears appeared at the corner of his eyes. Both of hands gripped onto the hand Yuuri still hand holding his. He gripped it so tightly, and dug his fingers into the flesh.
'Done.' A familiar voice whispered in the back of Yuuri's head.
Yuuri jumped. He moved his arms as fast he could, and catches the Omega before he fell. He hugged him, and smiled a little. It had worked…right? Yuuri turned his head around to look at the woman standing behind him. She stared down in worry.
"Yuuri? Is he alright? You didn't hurt such a lovely, and cute boy? Did you?" she asked in a hurry. "Oh my. This is just like what happened with little Greta!"
Yuuri smiled at her. He looked down at Wolfram. "Did you understand that? Wolf?" he asked softly. He rubbed the Omega on the back.
Wolfram blinked slowly. He peeked up at the woman. "U-Um…hmmm." He nodded.
Yuuri grinned. He hugged him tightly. "It worked! I did it without Murata this time!" he cheered to himself.
"Mum! He can understand Japanese now!" he said, clocking his head back to the woman.
Wolfram gasped. He looked up at her. "M-Mum?"
The woman smiled sweetly. She walked towards him, and crouched down. "Hello Wolfram. Can I call you Wol-chan? I think it's such a cute name. You're so beautiful." She spoke in such a sweet and gentle voice. Completely different to his own mother who had a loud shriek-like voice.
Wolfram's face flushed brightly. He lowered his head in embarrassment. "T-Tha-nkak youou."
"Ah. Wolf, he can't talk probably…but he's getting there." Yuuri explained when she looked at him.
"Oh my!" she gasped out, and reached for the small Omega. She quite easily pulled him into her gentle embrace. She was not smothering, no, instead she was simply trying to give him comfort. "You poor thing. You're still shivering!"
Wolfram blinked. He was unsure of what to say or do. He just allowed the woman, Yuuri's mother, hug him. He face darkened. She was so different to Lady Cecilie! She was much kinder, more softer, sweeter and held back. She didn't go to pinch his cheeks either…it was different…and Wolfram…liked it.
"I'm Miko, but you can call me Mama! I keep telling Yuuri to call me Mama, but he won't. You think he would do it to make his Mama happy." She sniffed, but smiled kindly at Wolfram. She brushed the wet hair from his forehead.
Yuuri frowned. "Mum." He whined.
Miko rolled her eyes. "Hush Yu-chan." She teased.
Wolfram looked at Yuuri. Said King blushed and looked away with a shrug of the shoulders.
"O-okay M-Mama…" Wolfram mumbled. His voice cutely trailing off.
Miko giggled. "Oh Wol-chan. You're so cute!" she held his smaller hands. "Now. Come with me Wol-chan. I'll find you something to change into. We don't want you getting sick."
Yuuri frowned. "Mum. He can wear some of my clothes." Yuuri said, somewhat possessively.
Miko pouted. "Yu-chan! Your clothes are so boring! Wol-chan should wear something much cuter!" she said.
"My clothes aren't boring." Yuuri pouted.
Wolfram tilted his head in thought. He glanced between the two. He felt torn. On one hand, he wanted to follow Yuuri. He wanted to…to smell Yuuri's scent. Be surrounded by his scent, and Yuuri's alone. However on the other hand, he didn't want to disappoint or upset Miko. Something inside him told him he wanted her to like him…so badly.
Instead, Wolfram choice to stay quiet and allowed himself to be pulled away by the beautiful kind brunette.
"Yu-chan! Go change! I don't want you getting sick!" Miko called over her shoulder as she guided Wolfram towards her room.
Yuuri stared after before pouting. 'Sorry Wolf. Mum's got her claws into you know..' he thought.
However truthfully, Yuuri wouldn't deny that he wanted to see what his mother would pick out for his Omega. His mother had always dressed him up as girl as he grow. Sure it had lessened when he brought home his beautiful little girl, but she still kept saying she wanted him to bring home a daughter-in-law.
Miko loved her beautiful granddaughter, but she wanted Yuuri to marry. Maybe now that Yuuri had brought Wolfram home, she would stop going on about it? Yuuri is sure she would love him. Probably more then himself.
Yuuri shrugged. He turned and walked to his bedroom. It had been such a long time since he had last entered the room. Everything was still in place. His slightly bigger then a single bed pushed against the wall. The blue and white sheets had been changed thought. Truthfully, it was nice to see a chance from the royal black that followed him everywhere.
Yuuri smiled. He checked out the window, and noticed it was night. He could smell it in the air. The crisp air. He could even see a little snow. It was winter. He wondered if it would snow tomorrow. He would love for Wolfram to see now.
Yuuri blushed as he thought about what Wolfram's face would be if he saw snow.
'Same night, but four months behind.' He thought with a chuckle.
Finally, he changed into his familiar, but favourite blue button up pyjamas. They wasn't as dark as the pair he kept back in the castle, they were a lot lighter and a lot warmer. Super soft. Yuuri stretched his arms out, and groaned. He turned around. After he hand dumped his dirty clothes into the washing basket, he excited his room. He climbed down the stairs to the living room.
"Mum?" he called out. A small yawn interrupting him as he touched the last step.
Miko smiled brightly. "Look Yu-chan. Isn't he cute?"
Wolfram turned to himself. The Omega blinked a little, and shyly lowered his head. He stood bare foot. He wore a soft, pale pink night-dress. It was similar to the ones that Yuuri had seen his mother wear. The pink suited Wolfram's skin. It flowed around his knees, and sat perfect around his shoulders. Pink bows lined his chest, with a ribbon tied around his stomach. Small bows lined the skirt.
"Whoa…" Yuuri breathed out sharply.
Wolfram flushed even brighter. He looked away with his hands held together.
Miko giggled. "I knew it suited you! It's much to small for me now! Oh Wol-chan! I have so many cute clothes that will fit you!" she said crushed her fingers through Wolfram's hair. She couldn't help it. Wolfram was just so cute for her not too.
Wolfram looked up at her. He smiled sweetly, and leant into her hand. "Th-ank y-youou M-Mama." He said with a small voice.
Yuuri stared at the two. His eyes moved back and forth between his beloved mother and Wolfram.
'Oh Wolfram. You're just so perfect…I don't think I can ever let you go…'
Really! Thank you so much for reading this far! Now that I'm on xmas break, I should have a little more time to write! Hopefully you will be getting the enxt chapter soon!
So for Yuuri's and Miko conversation in Japanese...I wanted to create something similar to the first episode. When Yuuri first comes to the demon world. I'm sorry if the Japanese isn't very good. I'm crap at it, so I used goggle translater lol
I'm sorry. - Yuuri
You haven't visited us in such a long time! - Miko
Do you not care about your poor old mama? - Miko
That's not true Mama. You know I'd love to come visit! I've been busy! - Yuuri
I haven't seen little Greta in a full year! Yuuri! - Miko
I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Mama! I'll bring her next time! - Yuuri
Alright. I'm holding you to that Yuuri. - Miko
So, who is this lovely young girl? - Miko
Mama...Wolfram's a boy. - Yuuri
A boy? Oh my! He's so adorable! - Miko
Is something wrong? - Miko
Oh. I forgot. Wolfram doesn't understand Japanese. - Yuuri
Oh dear! Is there anything you can do? - Miko
Anyway! Let me know what you think please!