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Title: Into the Indefinite Sky
Author: S.P. Kathrine
Anime: Kyou Kara Maou
Genre: AU, Angst/Drama, Romance
Pairing: YuurixWolfram
Rating: M-MA (R-NC17)
Chapter: Chapter 2 (02) ? (Looks like a long one. Reaching for around 20-25 Chapters)
Warnings: Angst, Non-Consensual Sexual themes (referenced/implied), AU, OOC Wolfram, possibly OOC everyone else
Summary:
Wolf had spent his life believing that he was meant for servitude. His master was strict, and often cruel, but he never thought he could be anything more than what he was. One night changes everything and he is thrown into a world that he knows nothing about and given a life he never thought he could have. But a secret he keeps could only throw his life into further turmoil and not to mention the Demon King…

Chapter 2 - Disruption

Behind the Talon was a fifteen-horse stable that was most often not even used. It was ran by Brutus, Verik's nephew, his sister's son. The boy-almost a man-was just as cruel and uncaring as Verik, but more vindictive. Verik did it for enjoyment and because he simply didn't care, Brutus hurt others because he felt they had done some figment of injustice to him. Looking at Brutus in the eye for too long was considered an injustice.

Between the stable and the inn was wide yard where chickens were kept and work was done. Wolf led Gris to an awning that jutted out from the building, there to protect the door and firewood box. He was about to knock on the door, but it flew open and he was greeted with being pulled into a cushiony embrace he was sure would crush him.

"Oh Wolf!" she swung him around slightly, but was still gentle. "I heard what happened from Bertha, who saw it while she was serving a table. She said that Gris lost control and that one of the boys that arrived last night ran out and stopped him. Oh, Wolf, when she told me I almost lost it right there, but then she said that you weren't hurt and I was so relieved! Don't you ever do that again! Why Verik had you take him out I will never know, we still have two good horses in the stable! That brute, I oughtta take my spoon to him. Oh and the boy! The one who helped you? I found out that he is really-"

"HILDE!" he cried out, though her generously sized breasts muffled it. "I can't breathe!"

Her eyes widened in shock, as they did every time something like this happened. It was as if she didn't realize just how much ample cushioning she had there. "Oh, I'm sorry," she stated as she released him. "But you are okay, aren't you?"

"Yes," he reassured him. "A little more bruised than when I left, most likely, but nothing that won't fade in a few days." It was then that he gave a brief wince and the ache in his back.

"But you still weren't fully recovered!" she stated. "Oh my Great One, child, how am I to look after you if you don't look after yourself? You have to be more careful!"

"Hilde…" he sighed.

"You weren't killed this time?" Brutus.

The brown-haired young man stared at him in condescension. And Wolf kept his eyes turned away. He was too frazzled by the recent events to deal with him at the moment. But then he gave a fake smile and turned to look at him.

"Yes, Master Brutus," he replied. "Luck or the Great One was with me today, thank you for your concern. Although, Gris probably needs a good brushing, and a treat for having to go out in that. You know how much storms scare him."

"You wretched demon-child," he hissed. "How dare you patronize me!" He took a step towards the blond, but Hilde took a step forward, brandishing her large wooden spoon that she stirred the stewpot with.

"Take Gris to the stable, you little lout," she commanded. "I will not put up with your behavior today."

Brutus took a step backwards at her menacing glare, only to then begin to undo the harness that held the horse to the cart. When he had finished, he tugged harshly on the reins and pulled Gris to the stables. "Come on, you scared little meat platter," he growled and left, but not before giving Wolf a sidelong stare. The slave was glad that Hilde was there for he did not know what Brutus would have done to him otherwise.

"Verik's sending you out on your own more often," she mentioned offhandedly.

"Why would he waste the workers when I can do it myself and he knows that I can't run?"

"You could run," she countered. "All you would have to do I find someone who-"

"Who would remove this?" he lifted his left sleeve, a inked pattern of chain links brightly encircling his wrist. "It's enchanted. No one can remove it unless my master frees me of my servitude. Unless I want to lose my mind or life in the backlash. And you know that Master Verik will never free me; he'll kill me or sell me first."

She gave him a solemn look, but her eyes were determined. "Yes, but there is the chance that-"

"Stop!" he spoke in a low tone. "Let me live my life in peace! I can't handle you constantly attacking me with hopes and dreams that I can't take. I can't take it…"

He lowered his head. The hood of his cloak obstructing her from looking into his face, which she knew would still be shielded by his hair. She knew that he had given up long ago, but that didn't stop her from trying. When he had arrived, he had reminded her of an angel from their Great Scripture, broken, tamed, wings ripped from his body. He was often bitter, but mainly just subdued. There was a fire in his eyes at times that she felt as if he would burn her, but as time went by, the flame had dwindled to nothing more than a hurt flicker. Just watching him some days made her heart break in helplessness.

"Let's check the supplies," she pushed him to the back of the cart. They unhooked the tarp and lifted it, assessing everything that they found beneath. The baskets that held the fruit were turned over, the produce scattered about the bed, but the metal tin of beef was still safe and closed. There was a packages of brushes, a box of something he did not know, and one of leather that Verik was going to commission for a new saddle. All were safe. The new cloth that had been bought for Hilde was safe in its paper wrapping, but then Wolf saw something that made him cringe. The tin of milk had been knocked over and was dripping, right on one of the packages of Master Verik's brand new formal suits.

"It'll be all right," she said. "I'll just-"

"No," Wolf shook his head. "I was supposed to bring these to him as soon as I returned." Reluctantly, he picked up all three packages meant for his master and turned to take them into the building. "Can you start bringing the other things in? I might as well have this dealt with now."

The older woman stared him. "But Wolf-"

"Green Eyes!"

The shout had echoed through the kitchen and out the door. A young blonde girl rushed out, eyes wide. "Wolf, Sir Verik is calling you, he seems more impatient than usual."

"Green Eyes! Get in here, boy!"

He gave the packages to Hilde before hurrying past Bertha and through the kitchen. Hesitantly, he stopped at the door to the inn, but steeled him. It's better to get it all done with now, he thought. Perhaps he'll be more lenient since he's trying to please the guests…or he'll be worse to prove his authority.

"Green Eyes! I'm losing my patience!"

Wolf spared a thought at how his master never called him by his name and pushed through the doors, looking around for Master Verik. He found him near the bar, which was not too far away. What he hadn't expected were the four people that stood with him. He lowered his head and stepped towards him.

"Hurry up boy, our kind patrons would like to speak with you," Verik hissed through clenched teeth, which meant that he was trying to act more professional. He took his masters words to mean that something would be done if he didn't quicken, and so he moved as fast as he could without running, despite his exhaustion.

"Here he is," a hand came about the back of his neck and he stopped himself.

"I hadn't realized that you worked here until you said something." It was the boy that had helped him outside. Wolf looked up slightly and could see that he did indeed have dark brown eyes and hair was a strange red color, like deep maroon. But something was wrong. Those eyes were wrong. The others were off to the side somewhat and he could not see them clearly.

"Yes, I bet he was very thankful for you going so far as to put yourself in harm's way to save him worthless hide," Verik stated, hand on the back of Wolf's neck tightening.

"It was nothing," he stated. "I was happy to help." He stared at Wolf and the blonde had to fight to not squirm under those eyes. The boy quirked his head to the side.

"Why haven't you taken off your cloak, yet?" he questioned. "It's soaked!"

"I was outdoors when I was called and so I had not removed it yet," he answered, keeping his voice even.

Verik stared at him with irritation. "Well remove your cloak, boy," he ordered.

"Yes, sire," he did the simple metal clasp and pulled it off of his head, shaking his head lightly so as to remove the hair from his vision. He draped the wet cloth over his arm and looked up into the eyes that were slowly widening. A gasp was heard and he looked to the side to see the people staring at him in shock.

"Is there something wrong with him, sires?" Verik asked. "He will put the hood back on if he offends you…"

"Oh Shinou…"

He looked at the brown-haired man who had spoken and stared into his caramel brown eyes. He was staring at him with a stricken, non-comprehending look on his face. It was as if someone had just died or something to that affect.

"Ex-excuse me?" Wolf said.

"The resemblance is unbelievable," it was the man beside him now, bright red-orange hair curving around a masculine face with a strong jaw. Blue eyes too examined him in a way that made him feel as if he was on display at an auction block.

"He looks like a boy version of Cheri-sama," another boy, blonde hair and eyes the same color as the boy who had rescued him. What were they talking about? Who did he look like?

"What is your name?" It was the Boy again; he was the only one not staring at him as if he was some sort of specimen.

"My name?" he repeated.

"Yes, what's your name?" he said again.

"I've called him Green Eyes since I got him," Master Verik replied. "But I think…I think his last master called him Wolf or something like that."

"Master?"

"Yes, he's my slave." Now Master Verik was beginning to be confused. What was going on?

"Wolfram," the chestnut-haired man whispered. The blonde had the distinct feeling that the man was about to cry if something was not done soon.

"N-no, sires," he shook his head, "my name is Wolf."

Verik gave him a look. "It will be Wolfram if they want it to be."

He bowed his head once more. "Yes, master," he nodded. "Whatever you wish."

"Wolfram?" His savior stared at him, eyes clouded with something before realization set in. "Conrad, I thought your brother's name was Wolfram."

"He is my brother," the man replied, although he still seemed much like he was in a trance, eyes glazed and but staring straight at the blonde.

Wolf felt as if the floor had just fallen out from beneath him. "Wh-Wh-What?" he stuttered out. It seemed as if Verik and his savior were of the same mind.

"How could he be your brother!" he asked. "You said that he died over sixty years ago!"

Sixty years? Wolf caught that. They all looked so young. There was no way that they could have been alive sixty years ago and look so young unless…

The thought caused him to jump back in fright. He backed away from them. "Y-You're all Mazoku?" He stared at the Boy who had helped him. No, this wasn't happening. It was wrong. This couldn't be happening to him.

The Boy stared at him, a look of sadness on his face. "Yes, we are."

The blonde boy was staring at him, but then turned his look to Verik. "How long has he been with you?" he questioned. "You must have noticed that he wasn't aging."

"I know he's a half-blood," Verik replied. "I've had him for near twenty years."

Wolf didn't even bother to wince at that word as he normally would. His blood was the reason why he had been with Verik for so long. Not many in Meika, at least in their region, would take a half-Mazoku slave.

"Wolfram," the man-had the Boy called him Conrad?-spoke to him once more. He shook his head. He felt as if he was going to explode. It was too much. Could this man be his brother? He was Mazoku. They said that he had been gone for seventy years. Oh Great One, his heart was beating so fast that he thought it would give out any moment. He swayed to the left.

"Are you okay?" The Boy reached out a hand to steady him. He jumped again, not wanting to Boy to touch him.

"Stay away!" he shouted. "I-I…No…This-I…" It was too hard to think, he didn't want to think. He didn't want to deal with this. His mind swirled and his vision blurred at the edges as he collapsed. His last thought was if the Great One would be merciful enough to let him die before he hit the floor.

Poor Wolf-chan… Oh well, it will better for him… maybe… Just wait and read… Next chapter should be around next Wednesday to Friday. Oh, and a funny little tidbit. I got the nephew's name from the dog in the play I'm did.