Sorry for late update. I said they would spread out moe, but I didn't plan to take this long.

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 12 - 12of?
Warnings: Angst, Non-Consensual Sexual themes (referenced/implied), AU, OOC Wolfram, possibly OOC everyone else, Mpreg
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 12 - Rescue?

He was rocking…

Everything was shifting back and forth.

Everything except for his pillow.

When did I go to sleep? Wolf wondered. Did someone put me to bed? Perhaps Gisela came in to make sure I had taken the-

It was then that he sat up, eyes wide and searching, although they were still half glazed by sleep. I didn't take the potion…

"Wolf!" A hand was on his shoulder. "You're okay!"

"Your Majesty?" Yuuri was staring at him with his eyes full of concern. "Wh-What…?" It was then that the events of Ball came back to him. He turned his head to take in the scenery around him. Light was streaming in through countless windows opened towards them and it seemed as if the were trapped in a moving storage room.

A ship…We're on a ship… That could only mean… He had failed. He had fought as hard as he could, but he still failed. He had not been able to protect Yuuri, Greta, and Beatrice.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," he lowered his eyes. But then he roamed them about. "Where are the girls? Are they all right?"

"They're fine!" Yuuri assured him. "After those guys did…whatever they did to knock you out, they left…with you, but I chased after them…without back-up. That's how I ended up here."

The blonde stared at him. "You mean you came after me?" Wolf asked.

The Maou gave an embarrassed chuckled, familiar gesture of his hand scratching the back of his head. "Anou…I didn't do that well of a job of it, did I?"

"Why?"

"What?"

"Why did you come to help me?" Wolf clarified. "You are the Maou. You should have stayed safe at the castle! I'm sure that Conrad would have tried to help me as soon as he was told."

"I couldn't just watch them take you away!" Yuuri stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yes, you could have!" the blonde retorted, "And it would have been smarter of you if you had!"

"How can you say that?" Yuuri couldn't understand. "I wanted to save you! Why shouldn't I help?"

"Because your life is worth something!" he told him. "Shin Makoku can do without another pseudo-noble, but she can't do with her King!"

And then he felt it. His stomach clenched painfully and the rocking of the boat shifted whatever he had in there back and forth. The tickling, spasm-like feeling in his throat caused him to slap his hands over his mouth instantly. As quickly as he could, he pushed Yuuri away and crawled to one of the open windows and proceeded to relieve himself of the contents of his stomach. Oh Great One, he thought. This hurts more than it did yesterday.

"Are you okay!" Yuuri was by his side once more, rubbing gentle circles in his back. "What's wrong? I would never have thought you to get seasick."

Wolf didn't bother to tell him that he had not been ill at sea in a very long time. Slaves were not allowed to get seasick. Instead he continued to hold his head out the window and focus on the feel of the soothing strokes on his back.

I didn't take the potion last night, he thought while he could. I've been taken captive by people I have never seen before. I NEED to take that brew or else I'll never be able to live normally ever again.

"D-Do you know where the…the ship is heading?" He asked as he turned around, sliding down to sit against the hull of the ship.

"No," the other boy replied. "No one has come down to see us since I've been awake. It doesn't make any sense. What do they want with you?"

"How should I know?" Wolf huffed, but thinking on it at the same time. "I'm only known as your fiancé in Shin Makoku. It wouldn't make any sense for them to do this. Unless I was just bait to get you out in the open and unprotected. Which…if it was, you fell for it quite 'admirably'."

"Hey!" Yuuri glared at him with as much force as he could muster-which, him being Yuuri, wasn't much. "I just couldn't leave you to those doll guys! Who knows what they could have wanted to do to you?"

"Dolls?" he repeated, but agreed with the Maou's choice of words. They did indeed look and act like dolls. They were identical-even before they lost their faces-and were able to repair themselves after he fought them. Like puppets.

"But who would be controlling them?" Yuuri wondered. "And what type of magic could they have been using?"

"Well…" Wolf ran a hand over his face, wiping a slight trail of sweat from his brow. "Günter said that you can't use Houjutsu in Shin Makoku, so it would have to have been Majutsu or something else."

"But who could be doing this?"

"We still don't know," the blonde pointed out. "And now you're-" And there it was again. He quickly went back to the window, retching to the point that he felt as if his organs would be coming up next. Yuuri seemed to have forgotten his frustration because he was back by his side, that familiar hand rubbing the calming patterns once more.

Wolf tried to calm himself, one hand going to his stomach. You're trying to kill me, you little parasite! he shouted mentally to the entity inside him. Either I get rid of you one way or I'll kill us both and save myself the trouble! As if understanding the threat- although it could not have possibly done so because of how early in the pregnancy he was-the nausea subsided, and he could finally lift his head.

He caught sight of other boats nearby and focused his attention towards the left. Not that far off, he could see the image of buildings and more boats cluttered together. A coastal city. "We're nearing land," he pointed out.

"What?" Yuuri moved around him and peaked out the window as well. "But…we're going to Dai Shimaron!"

Once they had docked, the two boys were manhandled out of the ship by soldiers that had arrived to transport them. Neither fought the treatment, although Yuuri did protest when Wolf was shoved down the small plank bridge, stumbling and falling to his knees. The blonde quickly covered the Maou's mouth to quiet him. He had lived in Dai Shimaron for an interval during his enslavement, and knew that it was best not to anger soldiers.

And so they were shoved into a steel confinement cart, the door slammed and locked tightly behind them. It was a very small cage, not even tall enough for them to kneel straight in without hitting their heads. They could feel the cart jerk, knocking the prisoners into one another as they tried to find purchase in some way. And they were moving.

"This isn't good," Yuuri sighed.

Wolf didn't have to voice his agreement.

They continued on for quite sometime, the two remaining in silence throughout. There would be points where Yuuri appeared to want to speak with him, but he withheld his comments. It finally got to the point that the other boy was practically shaking from holding back what he wanted to say. Wolf couldn't take the bundle of nerves beside him while his stomach was still so upset.

"Just say it!" He growled. "Whatever you're holding back, just say it before I am force to commit treason against Shin Makoku by killing you!"

Yuuri jumped, cowering slightly from his outburst. "I-I…I mean…Anou…" he tried to collect himself. "I didn't want to be rude!"

"It doesn't matter," the blonde told him. "Do it for my sanity if not to sate your curiosity."

"Anou… I just wondered what it what it was like for you as a slave," he finally admitted. "I mean, were all of your…your 'masters' as mean as your last one? I didn't think it was appropriate to ask."

"You're right," he agreed, although he had casually turned his head away from the raven-haired boy. "It's not appropriate, but that doesn't make it rude." He took in a slow breath and let it out. "Not all of my masters were as cruel as Verik. Some of them were very kind. My first master was actually a woman in Dai Shimaron who had lost her son to an accident. She treated me with as much kindness as she could, although her husband was rather strict about where the line was drawn. He didn't really want anything to do with me, as he had bought me as a gift to his wife to help her loneliness.

"But unfortunately, the woman slowly became lost in her delusions after four years. She wanted me to become her son. She even attacked her husband when he sent me to the servant's quarters, thinking he was trying to give 'their child' away. He was forced to send her to an institution and sold me as soon as he could. My second masters only wanted a personal servant and playmate for their children, twin girls. I was much smaller than them, although at least ten years older. They saw me as their doll, dressed me up in more frills than I ever want to see again in my life. They fought over me constantly.

"After one of their battles ended with one breaking the other's arm, the guilty one blamed me. That was my first beating. Now that I think back on it, the pain I felt was nothing compared to others I've endured. But at the time, I had never dealt with being punished that way before. I was sold a week later, after only being with them for six months, the mother claiming I was too dangerous to be around her children. It was also the first time I was called a 'demon-child'."

His voice was monotone as he spoke, trying to keep back the memories of all of his different masters. Some stood out to him more than others, some events clearer and yet still confusing. Yes, he had had masters that were kind and caring towards their slaves, but others he would run through with his sword should he ever see them again-Verik being one of them. At least he never tried to-

"That's wrong." Yuuri's voice was soft, but full of the same conviction that Wolf had come to know him for. "No one should be pushed around like that, made to think that they're less than nothing, especially not a kid. I always knew that slavery was wrong, but I…I never really thought about 'what' the slaves went through, you know from their point of view. I mean, even some of Shin Makoku's new allies allow slavery and I didn't think about convincing them it was wrong for their countries as well." His head titled down. "I keep going on about how I want to protect everyone, and yet I haven't thought about the people that need me the most."

"Then change it," Wolf said. "Whining about it like the wimp you are won't mean anything. If anything, it will make people lose respect for you. You have to change it. Tell them how you feel and how their actions look to their allies. You can't force them, but you can show them the benefits of giving it up, or the consequences of not doing so."

The Maou gazed at him with awe in his eyes. "Wow…" he started. "You sounded so professional right there, like you were the king instead of me."

Wolf blushed at the compliment, turning his head to prevent Yuuri from noticing. "I'm your fiancé," he stated. "It is my duty to take care of Shin Makoku and her people when you are not there to do so."

It seemed that Yuuri was unsure if whether to appreciate his words, or to cringe at the reference to their strange engagement. While Wolf had come to accept it and move past it in the past two months, Yuuri did not seem to share the same outlook. He still protested every time the title was used towards either one of them about the other. The blonde tried not to dwell on the strange feeling he got in his chest from the Maou's behavior.

"It's not the time nor place to think of that," Wolf changed the subject. "We have to think of what we are going to do when we get to our destination." A rather harsh jump of the cart, throwing the boys about, caused the blonde to grab his stomach and turn away, curling up to calm his nausea.

"Are you okay?" Yuuri, even concerned.

"It just feels as if we are still on a ship," he replied quickly.

"Just try to concentrate on something else and it won't bother you much," Yuuri suggested before crossing his legs and leaning back against the heated wall of the prison. "I don't understand this. I was sure that Belal had given up trying to conquer Shin Makoku."

Having been briefed by Günter on all of the things that had transpired since Yuuri's ascension to the throne-or at least he believed it had been everything-he understood what the boy was talking about. "He could be out to get revenge on you," the blonde explained.

"R-Revenge?" Yuuri shuddered at the thought.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty," he assured him. "I'll protect you if something happens. I know you're too much of a wimp to do anything for yourself."

"I told you before, call me Yuuri," he told him absentmindedly before catching what else the blonde had said. "Don't call me a wimp!"

That was when something shot through the side of the cage, the sharp edge sticking out beside Wolf's head. He jumped back, staring at what appeared to be an arrowhead. "Have they decided to just kill us?" he wondered.

"Oh man!" Yuuri exclaimed. "What do we do? We can't get out of here!"

And the cart was struck repeatedly, the sounds of the weapons sticking into the metal echoing about. The cart was jolted to the right, the boys thrown with it. The feeling of the harsh rocking only brought back the morning sickness, which hadn't been gone to begin with. Wolf put a hand to his mouth and Yuuri stared at him in shock.

"Don't throw up in here! Please!"

The cart rocked again, tossing them about. The were knocked into each other repeated, each trying to avoid the sharp objects pointing at the from the walls of the cart. To Wolf, it felt as if they were being treated like a tossed salad. After one particularly intense joggle, they tried to hold onto something, but in the end they fell as their enclosure tilted over on its side. Wolf landed on Yuuri's back just as the cart's door was jarred open.

"We can get out!" the other boy stated, but Wolf was already rushing out the door as fast as he possibly could, falling to the ground and retching on the side of the overturned wagon. Once he was able to collect himself, he noticed the chaos going on around them. People on horses were fighting their captors with swords and bows, arrows sticking out all over the battlefield. It wasn't even much of a battle. The people were being defeated far too easily.

"We need to go," he told Yuuri, grabbing his arm and pulling him around the wagon's other side.

They were surprised by a tall figure in a cloak, staring down at them with out eyes, one of the puppets. Wolf moved in front of Yuuri as he stepped forward, unsure what to do, as he had no weapons to defend with. It seemed luck was on their side, for just then two men came up behind the doll and sliced it through, letting the remains fall to the ground.

"What is it?" one asked. "A doll?"

"It used Majutsu," the other commented, his voice much deeper and more authoritative.

The sun was bright and in their faces, preventing them from seeing the two men clearly, save as silhouettes. Wolf was forced to block his eyes to see well. The taller of the two figures stepped forward, steps very deliberate.

"Well…" he spoke, voice filled with curious bemusement. "What have we here?"

He stepped to the left, allowing them to see him better. He was a tall blonde with strong, masculine features and a square jaw. His shoulders were covered but easily noticeable for their broadness.

"Adelbert!" Yuuri cried out behind, obviously recognizing their savior.

The blonde man smirked, "You seem to enjoy being kidnapped all the time, Heika."

"No I don't!" Yuuri huffed. "Besides its his fault!" He pointed at Wolf.

The former slave glared at him. "Why you wimp!" he growled. "You wouldn't be here if you hadn't tried to be the hero! You're here on your own doings!"

"Well!" the man, Adelbert, laughed. "Aren't you the firecracker! Who are you?"

"Wolf, and that is all you need to know," he stated. "But I know of you, Adelbert von Grantz, the rogue Mazoku."

"Wolf, eh?" he smirked again. "You look rather familiar, boy."

" I can't say the same to you," the blonde cut his eyes. He would not be pushed about or intimidated. "Now what do you want of His Majesty?"

"Calm down, bouya," Adelbert waved a hand nonchalantly. "We have no fight with you." He then called out to his collection of men, "These boys are our spoils!"

A silver-haired man rode up and grabbed Yuuri by the arm, pulling him up behind him on his horse. "Your Majesty!" Wolf cried, only to feel someone grab his bicep.

Most likely due to the stress of the situation, he reacted instinctually with surprise and some latent fear. But due to his recent combat training, he spun, grabbing the hand that had touched him and pulling the man from his horse and onto the ground face first. He then slammed onto the man's back, pulling the arm he still held backwards as well. "Don't touch me!" he growled.

"Wolf, don't!" Yuuri shouted much too late.

Adelbert walked up to him and grabbed him by the neck, pulling him off of his comrade. "Firecracker, indeed," he said, staring into the blonde's green eyes. The blonde stared back, refusing the reflex to flinch. The man's eyes were deep blue and hard as stone, but lacked the taint of cruelty he knew he could pick out so easily.

"Let me go." It was said with heat and warning.

"Very well." And the hand was gone.

"Sorry!" Yuuri called out. "Maybe you should have warned him first?"

Adelbert was still staring at him, eyes curious and surveying. "Perhaps," he conceded. "I guess you'll be riding with me, bouya. Wouldn't want you to attack any of my men."

Wolf wanted to tell him what he could do with his orders, but knew better than to further irritate the situation. They had Yuuri in their possession and he had already done enough to incur this man's wrath on the Maou. It was best to simply go along for now.

"Only if we have something clear between us first," he responded.

"And what would that be?" Yes, he was definitely trying to patronize him.

"We are no one's property."

The man gave him a rather unexpected grin, but did not contradict him. "Quite a fire in you, bouya," he said instead.

"I shall just take that as a compliment," Wolf replied.

"If you like," the man shrugged, pulling himself onto the horse that was brought to him. He put out his hand and Wolf took it willingly, settling behind the towering man, completely shadowed from the sun by his body. He glanced at Yuuri, who was still seemed worried that something was going to happen after the blonde's display, but when Adelbert kicked his horse into motion, he put his mind to keeping his seat instead.

Why does this seem so familiar?

Like I said, some things are the same, but some aren't. What do you guysthink of the differences?