Into the Indefinite Sky

by Split Persona

Wolf had spent his life believing that he was meant for servitude. 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. FULL Summary inside.

9. Bindings of a Different Sort

On with the updates! In this chapter we have bursts of anger, mistakes of mammoth proportions, and emotional conversations. Enjoy.

Title: Into the Indefinite Sky
Author: S.P. Kathrine
Anime: Kyou Kara Maou
Genre: AU, Angst/Drama, Romance
Pairing: YuurixWolfram
Rating: M (R)
Chapter: Chapter 8 (08) ?
Warnings: Angst, Non-Consensual Sexual themes (referenced/implied), AU, OOC Wolfram, possibly OOC everyone else (and a few Warnings I can't mention without ruining the plot)
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 8 - Bindings of Different Sort

"We have awaited your return with great hope, von Bielefield-kyo."

The words didn't register with him at first, due to their suddenness. Wolf had thought she was speaking to someone else; the way she was staring directly at him was so obvious and ambiguous all at the same time. It took him but a moment longer to finally recognize what had been said.

"von Bielefield?" he repeated. "Me? I walk in and you already say that I am von Bielefield? How can you be so certain?"

The girl gave a solemn sigh, pale violet eyes somewhat distressed. "Shinou Heika knew you would be returning soon. He has spoke to me of it since Yuuri Heika's coronation."

Her words struck the blonde. "So that's it?" he asked, voice losing what little confidence it had. "You just say it and it's true. Everything they told me is true?"

"Yes," she nodded, although she did not appear pleased with herself for her honesty. "I am very sorry for all that you have gone through. Shinou knows of the trials and tragedies you have endured."

Wolf had not even known that he was sinking until he was on his knees. How simple was all of that? It was all over. "So everything I thought I knew is a lie?" he whispered. All that my mother told me is lie? And then he let out a soft snort. She even lied about being my mother. She did nothing but lie to me.

"Make no mistake," Ulrike broke into his thoughts. "She was no less of a mother to you than Cecelie-sama. She cared for you, loved you. She protected you, died for you. What mother wouldn't do the same for her child?"

Wolf knew the question did not warrant a reply. It was all too much. He thought that perhaps he could handle such a turnabout, and yet he felt as if he chest was too tight to breathe, his thoughts scattering each time he tried to collect them. Then he recalled the girl-child's words.

"Shinou Heika knew you would be returning soon…knows of the trials and tragedies you have endured."

There was only one thing that he knew for certain. He knows nothing. He can't possibly know everything I have gone through all of these years. No one knows of everything I have 'endured'. No one.

And then everything made sense. It's just another one of their tricks, he realized. They have played a wicked game with me and I have fallen into it all too easily.

"You're lying," he stated abruptly, and it was obvious that this was not the exact response 'expected' of him. He pushed himself to his feet and glared at the small child before him. "How can I believe you? How do I know that this Shinou isn't just one of your fabrications that you use against Outsiders? Do you have so little entertainment here that you would play with the hearts of others for no reason at all?" The more he thought, the more he felt the fool for 'believing' any of it for even one moment.

He spun around, turning his fierce look on the rest of those present. "You bring me to a child and expect me to believe that she is a Priestess capable of communicating with the ghost of your dead ancient King? Mayhap a Mazoku could be found more gullible towards this, but I was raised by Humans. I cannot believe my own susceptibility for even listening to your falsehoods and for that I am ashamed."

The tension in the room rose to unbearable levels as Gwendal stepped forward, eyes hard and face intimidating. But Wolf would not be cowed this time. He would stand his ground. He would not be led along like some wayward sheep. He did not care about the shocked, pain-filled look that Cheri-sama gave him.

"We have given you consideration because of the circumstances," his voice thundered throughout the room, "but you have overstepped your bounds by insulting Shinou Heika and our heritage."

"I don't WANT your consideration," he hissed in return. "I should never have listened to you. Any of you!" And then his accusing gaze fell on Yuuri. "And you least of all. What of your vow now, Your Majesty?" His eyes went to Cheri-sama. "You said I would have proof. All I have is a child playing a role far too big for her size."

"Wolf, I-" Yuuri tried to speak, only to be interrupted.

"No more!" the blonde shouted, letting the heat of his anger dry the wetness threatening his eyes. "You have what you wanted! You have you 'answer'. May you all choke on it! I'm through with all of you. If I could, I would make you all pay for doing this to me-"

And then Yuuri was there, holding onto him. He hadn't realized how bad he had been shaking in his rage. "Wolf, calm down!" the Maou insisted. "Everything's going to be fine!"

"Let go of me!" the blonde demanded, struggling to be released from the surprisingly strong grip. But the hands did not let go. He did not want to be touched! He did not want to be held down! "Let go!"

A sharp twist freed his right hand, and he struck out with quick concession. It caught the raven-haired boy across the left cheek immediately. "You're nothing more than a bunch of lying, filthy Mazoku, anyway!" he shouted as it did so.

The open palm that landed on his face knocked him to the right and almost to the floor. He dropped of his own volition, staring out with wide eyes, the hysteria gone. A shaky hand reached up to touch his burning left cheek. It felt almost numb, although he knew it could be from his own shock. He looked up through messy bangs to the boy that was staring at him with eyes that were even more astounded than his own, a hand also on his left cheek.

"Y-You hit me…" Wolf whispered.

Yuuri looked away at his words, obviously just as surprised by his own actions as Wolf. "You hit me first," he muttered.

But you said that you would never let anyone hurt me, the blonde didn't say, although the strange flinch the Maou made could have been taken as acknowledgment. Did that mean everyone but you?

"Take it back." Conrad was staring at both of them with an expression that Wolf had not before thought the brunette would be capable of. It was sickened astonishment.

"They can't," Murata spoke. "When Yuuri hit him in return on the same cheek he accepted. Mazoku law strictly states that such an act negates the ability to renege the proposal."

"W-What?" Wolf and Yuuri both were more confused now than they were before.

"You had yet to get to that area of your studies," Conrad explained. "A strike with an open palm to the left cheek is a proposal of marriage. For the intended to imitate the action is to accept and revoke the right to withdraw the proposal."

"W-What!" Yuuri stuttered once more. "You mean we're engaged!"

"Yes, Wolfram is now your fiancé," Gwendal affirmed.

The blonde had not known what to say or do. They hit each other to show that they want to get married! Is the whole lot of them abusive barbarians? Nothing made sense. But Gwendal's words only brought some of the anger he had felt. "No," the blonde shook his head and stood. "My name is Wolf and I am no one's intended."

"Right!" Yuuri agreed without really listening to what the other boy had said. "We're both guys! I know you said that those kind of relationships aren't uncommon here, but they can even get married?"

A blur of movement caught Wolf off guard and before he could react someone had grabbed a hold on him, his face smashed into a fleshy cushion. "Oh Wolf-chan!" Cheri-sama cried out, voice filled with happiness. "You're going to marry Maou Heika!" He could not even gainsay her without risking suffocation.

"This isn't right!" Yuuri exclaimed. He looked around at all of them. Murata's entire body was shaking, one hand held forcefully over his mouth. The Maou frowned. "This isn't funny! Isn't there something that can be done?"

"There is one thing, Heika," Ulrike spoke.

"Really?" he spun around, giving her his full attention.

"You may simply call upon the 'Lack of Compatibility Clause'," she explained. "If you find that you are unfit to marry one another you can petition the Council of Nobles and they will have your engagement annulled."

Murata finally did let out a loud barking laugh then.

Yuuri gave him a glare. "What's so funny about that!"

Conrad answered as it was obvious that Murata was incapable. "To show your conviction to at least try and keep your intended marriage agreement, you must first remain engaged for six months," he explained.

Wolf finally managed to force himself free of the former Maou's grasp and took in a deep gasp of air. "S-six months!" he stated.

"At least that long," Gwendal stated. "And seeing as the Council does not meet again for seven months, it does not matter. The engagement cannot be revoked."

"No," the blonde couldn't believe what was happening. He was so close to freedom… This is his fault, he growled. He set his sights on Yuuri and grabbed by the arms and shook him with all of his might. "You did this! How could you do this to me! Was this your plot all along! You knew that I knew nothing of your culture and yet your provoked me into hitting you!"

They were suddenly pulled apart by Conrad and Gwendal. The blonde wrestled in the raven-haired man's grip as Yuuri regained his breath. "I didn't mean for this to happen!" he exclaimed.

"Then WHY did you hit me back!" Wolf demanded. "Or do you get off from hitting people even after swearing not to! You liar! Oath-breaker! I will never trust you again!"

He couldn't calm himself down. He didn't want to calm down. He wanted to stay angry so that he could mangle the boy-King's neck as soon as he was free of Gwendal's grasp. What he hadn't expected was the hand that gripped his neck or the pressure that blurred the areas around his vision and sent him into darkness.

Light was peaking through the drapery of the large glass doors that led to the balcony when Wolf awoke once more. He was in the very comfortable bed that he had discovered himself last time he regained consciousness, yet he refused to enjoy the luxury. He was confused, although did not remain that way for long and soon came what he last recalled transpiring. I have fainted more in the past week than I have in my entire life, he thought with rueful irritation. But the slight soreness at the junction between his neck and shoulder led him to believe that he had not pushed himself into the void on his own this last time. At the same time, he cared not for those details. All he felt was the intense need to escape.

He quietly climbed out of the bed and searched for the boots that had been removed from his feet. The blonde found them by the large armchair near the unused fireplace. He put them back on and straightened his shirt, checking the bandages around his abdomen as he did so. Everything then seem(ed) in order and he was satisfied. Looking about he did not see anything else that he would need to take with him.

I have to get out of here, he thought urgently. From the still dim lighting, he could tell that it was only just past sunrise. Only the servants and guards will be awake at this hour. It will be my best chance to flee from this wretched place.

Wolf went to the door and propped his ear against the smooth, glossy wood, listening for whatever sounds might come from the other side. He could hear nothing. Pushing down on the small lever on the handle of the door, he pulled the large portal open, peaking out as he did so. He could see no one in area. I HAVE to get out of here before someone comes looking for me, he continued to chant with necessity.

And so he ran, using the skills of silence and blending in that he had honed while under Verik's mastery to remain unseen as he passed through the halls, although still moving with as much speed as possible. Whenever he heard footsteps or voices, he would simply turn down another corridor and hide until he was sure that none had followed him. Unfortunately, this led to the trouble of becoming lost within the winding halls of the castle. He could not see anything familiar from the last time he had walked through the castle and his unfamiliarity with the fortress was his greatest weakness.

After some time he began to lose his composure, falling into frantic thoughts and panicking. I don't have time to waste! I'll be caught for sure!

But he had no idea where he was going or how to get back to the paths that led to the closest exit. He would have felt more secure knowing how to get to the kitchens so as to flee through the servants' quarters, but also knew that he had not the time to spend searching or planning for such an attempt. He had only one chance to make it out of the castle and refused to allow himself be locked away.

Footsteps and laughter followed him down the corridor, breaking his thought patterns. He spun and caught sight of two maids with linens in their arms just as they turned the corner onto the hall where he contemplated. Recklessly, he thrust himself into the closest hall, only to discover that it was a shortened wing, a dead end.

I'm trapped!

There were only two doors down the corridor and he wasn't even sure if one of them was unlocked. As the sounds grew closer Wolf knew that he would have to take the risk. Giving a silent prayer to the Great One, he rushed to the door on the right, and found it miraculously to the be unlocked. Pushing down the lever and pulling the door open, he slid into the room and shut the door behind him as quickly-and quietly-as he could.

His ear pressed against the cool lumber and he listened. His heart raced, ensnared in his throat. Relaxation slowly bled into his body and the blonde let out the air he had holding in his chest, allowing his sweat-drenched brow to fall against the door.

"Wolf-chan!"

The voice cried out in pleasant surprise from behind him and he whirled around to face the other inhabitant of the room. Before he could focus on the person he was grabbed and hugged, voluptuous breasts that were quickly becoming familiar to him pressed against his face. One hand held the back of his head and the other wrapped around his shoulders while he struggled.

Cheri-sama only clutched him tighter. "I'm so happy to see you!" she exclaimed happily. "Most of the castle isn't even awake yet. I'm not even usually awake at this hour." When she released him, she stepped back and gave him a knowing wink. "Trying to hide from the maids? You should graciously accept their gentle affections! Oh perhaps Yuuri Heika would not like that?"

"Stop!" Wolf growled, pulling away from her and taking several steps back. "Stop seizing my person whenever you wish! I am not a doll or any other toy!"

She just gave him another smile, although it did not carry her usually exuberance. "But you need it," she told him. "It's obvious that you weren't hugged enough if you react this way every time someone embraces you."

Her words made him feel inferior in a way. "I've been hugged often!" he retorted, multiple memories in Hilde's bear-like arms came to mind. But…she's the only one in fifty years… At the thought he turned his eyes away. "I…I just don't like to be touched without my permission."

Cecilie shrugged, as if coming to a decision. "Then I will ask you from now on," she told him. "Is that all right with you?"

Her acceptance of his words threw him off, but he gave a short nod. "All right," he agreed. With that settled, he took the time to look about the room. It was brightly colored and filled with toys and stuffed animals. A small table with three chairs was close to the large windows on the opposite wall from the door, but the room stretched off to both sides and curved on the left.

"Is this Greta's playroom?" he asked.

Cheri-sama shook her head. "No," she replied. "This is the nursery. It hasn't even been used before."

Nursery? he thought and then his eyes filled with understanding. Is this Wolfram's room? But she said that it hadn't been used before… He didn't remind himself about the fact that the child from the day before claimed that he was Wolfram. It was better just not to think about it.

"Why has it never been used?" he asked, almost dreading her reply.

The beautiful woman stepped towards a long table with stuffed animals covering every bit of space of touching each one with a gliding finger. "It was never meant to be used," she explained. "It's a memorial. For Wolfram."

"What? Then this is his room?" And yet everything was in perfection condition. It showed the dedication of those the small child had left behind, his family.

He had not expected her to shake her head in disagreement. "No, like I said, it's a memorial," she said, her voice soft.

"I don't understand," he said.

"Would you like to know?" she asked him. "I do not want you to think I'm forcing it on you."

"N-no," he replied, "I mean yes, I would like to know."

"Then come," she turned away and walked to a large couch that was stretched against the wall. Sitting down, she patted the spot next to her. Wolf hesitated, uncertain if it would be proper-or safe-to sit, but finally did so. He adjusted himself for security, still keeping a sizeable amount of space between them, before giving her his full attention.

"This was not always the castle of the Maou," she started. "Usually, the Maou will chose their own dwelling. When I was crowned Maou almost a century ago, I chose my family home in the Spitzweg lands as my capitol. This was before Wolfram was born and while I was still with my second husband, Dan Hiri Weller, Conrad's father."

"What happened to your first husband?" Wolf interrupted her.

She seemed amused by his curiosity, but did not comment. "I guess I will have to start from the beginning, as things do make better sense that way, ne? Gwendal's father died when he was only twenty years old, during a small skirmish on the Von Voltaire border." It seemed as if speaking of it did not upset her, or the pain from it had dulled enough to be masked. "It was one of the first that eventually escalated over the years into the war."

This caused something to click within the boy's mind that he had not recognized before. "So Gwendal is your son as well?" he said. "And he and Conrad look nothing alike, or rather nothing like you."

"How could you not have noticed? He only calls me Hahaue," she inquired, but then she snapped her fingers. "That's right, Humans don't call their mothers that. I believe it is only a Mazoku term."

"I have never heard it before," Wolf agreed, although he remembered it has being the first word that came to mind when he met Cheri-sama.

"Oh well, now where was I?" she tried to step back into her place in the tale. "Shortly after I was crowned Maou, Dan Hiri and I separated. As you know, he was human, and although he never said it, I know that part of the reason was because of how he aged. He did not want Conrad and I to watch him grow old and die. At the same time, he was a wanderer, and would often take Conrad with him on the journeys he made throughout the world.

"But I was Maou, and many of the Noble Families thought it made me look 'weak' because I refused to denounce my marriage. Very few stood by me and my choice. One of them was Alec von Bielefield. He was a handsome young Mazoku that was just a few years below myself. He had come to my court to work with the military on behalf of his family. Because he was only the second son, he would inherit very little and thought that by joining the military he could serve himself, his country, and his family all at the same time. And he was a very adept maryoku user, which did help him in rising in the ranks.

"Alec thought that it was cruel of others to expect such of me. At the same time, he didn't really have such a high opinion of humans in general so he felt that Dan Hiri was a poor excuse of a husband for leaving me. Every argument with him was partially over my right to stand by my choices, as I was Maou, and also partly over the utter disgrace that was my husband. They were often very 'unique' and 'heated' conversations. Oh, but the passion in his eyes... He truly believed in his convictions."

The was a look of wistfulness in Cheri-sama's eyes as she spoke, and Wolf could tell that the memories both saddened her and filled her with great joy. He could understand the contradiction, for many of his own memories brought about the same emotions.

"One day, I went to visit Ulrike for advice on the growing unrest of the humans in Shin Makoku territories," she went on. "She has always been one of those that I go to when in need of guidance. My brother, Stoffel, was my advisor, but he was being too forceful in I was unsure what to do. Alec was there, which was a great surprise. Men are not supposed to enter the Palace of Shinou unless called upon by the Priestess herself.

"Ulrike told me that Shinou had spoken to her of a union between us and that it was sanctioned, even though I had not divorced my current husband. We were both shocked, although Alec more than I. I had expected something to come up soon enough, but he was taken completely by surprised, and anger. He said that Shinou had no right to force us to marry, as we were friends and he did not believe he could see me as a wife.

"But Ulrike insisted that it was to be done and that a great reward would come of it. Alec stormed out and it would not be without much coercion that we were indeed married months later."

"You didn't love each other?" Wolf couldn't believe. "You married, had a child together and did not even love one another?"

"Many marriages are not done out of love," she told him. "Our was not even political. Shinou always makes decisions for a reason and knew that it would be best for us and Shin Makoku. And we did receive out reward."

"What?" the boy asked.

"A beautiful baby with blonde hair and green eyes that bonded us closer together than love ever could," she said. Whatever disapproval Wolf had felt drained away at her words.

Cheri-sama continued, "Wolfram was energetic, loud, and very spoiled. But he was also a happy child and we loved him so much. In a way, he healed both of us. I did not miss Dan Hiri as much or stress over the troubles of the kingdom as often with him there to occupy me and Alec finally had a part of his life that he could call his own, without the pressures of his family in the background. And our relationship grew. Alec had felt cheated at first. The only benefit he saw in being the second son was not having the duty of marrying to provide the heir of the next generation, but Shinou took that choice from him. At times, I even believed that he resented me for it.

"But after Wolfram was born…it was as if Alec had been reborn as well. He was happier, more outgoing. He spent as much time with him as he could. Unfortunately, the unrest with the humans had grown even more and by the time Wolfram was three, his father was forced to spend much of his time dealing with rebellions and border skirmishes. He would return tired and angry, his opinion towards humans lower each time. Wolfram was the only one that calmed him. As my duties increased, it actually was Conrad who took on the duty of caring for Wolfram while Alec was away."

"Conrad? Wasn't he too young?" Wolf asked.

"Half-Mazoku age differently," she reminded him. "And there is a twenty year age difference between them. So Conrad was actually closer to the physical age of a Human ten-year old. He didn't mind. He loved caring for his younger brother. Gwendal was often busy with his training as a statesman, so he could not offer as much of his time. Wolfram adored Conrad as it was, following him all over the castle and sneaking into his room at night to sleep. It was rather adorable. Alec didn't even get jealous over it, though. He simply said that brothers were meant to be so close, even though he and his own brother never were.

"But then one day he was called back home, to the von Bielefield territories. There had been an strange epidemic. Many of the people were growing ill, including his older brother. His father needed him to help govern the province. The disease was believed to be caused by something that had affected the river than runs through the region, and is the main source of water for most of the villages as it is not a large region, it turned out to be most of the territory."

The former Maou's features darkened somewhat and Wolf nothing had come next. And yet she did not stop in her tale, continuing on.

"Alec was there for over a week before he started to show signs of the illness. No one could understand why. It would be years before they discovered the truth. It was actually a new breed of mosquimoths that had carried it. They lived along the river and had started to breach out due to the drought that had been going on for the past year. But all of this knowledge came too late to save Alec. His brother managed to survive, although he is paralyzed from the waist down. I was not even notified of anything until after his death. From the letter it said that he had died in the middle of October, during the first and worst storm that the von Bielefield Province had endured the entire year.

"I was hurt. He was one of my truest friends and yet I knew nothing until it was too late to do anything. And Wolfram… He didn't understand why his father wouldn't be returning home. But he grew to accept it. What else could he do? Nothing was going to bring him back."

She stopped and let her eyes roam about the room once more, taking in everything. "This is the exact way that Wolfram's room looked when he disappeared," she stated. "Alec spent months before I gave birth stressing over every detail as he redecorated the nursery at Spitzweg Castle. He wanted it to be perfect, not caring if he would have a son or a daughter."

"That would explain the subtle feminine design of the room," Wolf pointed out.

"Yes," she gave a small laugh. "He wanted to be sure that he wouldn't have to change it if the boy he was so sure he would have came out a girl. And after he died the room wasn't changed. Wolfram loved his room too much and there was nothing a few paint brushes couldn't touch up."

"But how did the room come to be here?" he asked her.

"I'm sorry!" she apologized, although she did not appear to be very contrite. "I've been talking for so long and haven't even gotten to the point! But you know how a girl just loves the dramatic build up."

"Cheri-sama…" Wolf redirected her.

She nodded and let her eyes roam once more. "This castle is actually the home of the von Voltaire, Gwendal's family, which was gifted to them by Shinou. He is the last of his line, well besides his cousin, Geigan Huber, but that's neither here nor there… About thirty years ago, I finally moved the capital of Shin Makoku here and just couldn't bare the thought of leaving Wolfram's things behind. Imagine my surprise when Gwendal and Conrad led me here. Everything was exactly as it had been at Spitzweg, even down to the chocolate stain on the carpet under the table. All of his toys and furniture had been moved here and Gwendal swore to me that the room had never and would never be used by any child unless I gave permission."

Wolf could tell then that she was finally done with her story and still did not know how to feel. The longing in her voice, it was so apparent by the end, no matter the nonchalant attitude she tried to portray. How can she try to stay so happy when she has lost so much? he wondered.

"I don't understand why you told me all of that," he said, eyes cast away from her. "I inquired about the room and you told me all of that…"

"I wanted you to understand," she said.

"Understand what?" he frowned. "I'm not your son, I can't be. No matter what some priestess says or what you and the others want of me. I can't be Wolfram."

"You're wrong."

He stared into her eyes that were no longer sad, but resolute. "You are right that you cannot be Wolfram, I understand that now," she stated. "Wolfram was a child, a prince, and he was taken from me. He would have grown up with me and his brothers, most likely far too spoiled, and maybe even joined the military. You are someone who has lost far too much and suffered horrible things for no reason at all, but still survived. I can never get back Wolfram, but that does not mean that I cannot love the son that I did get back. No matter what life you lived, or who raised you, you are still my son."

Her words struck him to the core, even though he was resolved to ignore them. He wanted to deny what she said. He knew who his mother was. No priestess could tell him otherwise.

And she seemed to know exactly what he was thinking and how to counter it. "I knew you were my son before Ulrike called you by that name," she said and grabbed at him, but only took his hand. This time he didn't even try to pull away from her. "It's not even your looks. It's this resonance that I feel in my heart, as if everything has finally fallen into place again. When I saw you yesterday, it was as if I was looking down on my little baby all over again and yet not. And perhaps when you have children of your own, you will understand this feeling."

Her eyes bored into him and made him feel as if he was opening his soul to her, when it was actually her who had pored out her heart. Wolf knew not what to say or what to do.

"May I hug you now?" she asked in a soft tone.

If he had been thinking clearly, he would have given an affirmative 'no'. And yet it was as if so may things had been plowed away, all of the thoughts, denials, and uncertainties brushed from his mind. He was not sure if he had actually acquiesced, but he did not protest the arms that encircled him and pulled his upper body close. This time, she held him around the shoulders close to her stomach. He lay there, stretched out over most of the couch and in the arms of the woman who called him her son even though she knew next to nothing about him.

It wasn't exactly the same as with Hilde, the protective love that comforted him when he was hurt or who had spent twenty years watching him through many of the harshest times of his life. It was a strange connection that he wanted to ignored, to bury in the depths of his soul so that he would not have to acknowledge the profoundness of the emotions she had provoke him. The prior need to escape, to run as far away as possible, was forgotten in favor of his current location. Cheri-sama simply held him, wanted to be close to him, to know him. And for now he would let her. Later on, he would deny the arms that encircled her in return and the wetness on his cheeks.

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And so the engagement! You didn't think I would leave it out, did you? No, Wolf and Yuuri are much more fun when they're fiancés. As you can tell with this chapter, this story is AU for than one reason. I tend to forget some things and since not all of the episodes are subbed, I just kind of made some things up as well. I'll be doing it more often later on. Now the next chapter is on Monday!