I realize how long its been since my last update and I apologize. I just started college and my first day of full classes is tomorrow. I also have a few prewritten chapters for you guys that I forgot to post and so I will be posting at least three times in the next four weeks. Hopefully by then I'll have the fresh chapter ready for viewing. If you just noticed a update post a few minutes ago and found nothing here, that's because FFNet deleted it for some reason, sorry.

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 14 - 14of?
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 14 - Anomalies

It was with great reluctance that Wolf relinquished his hold on the Maou so that Adelbert could move him to safer ground. The larger blonde carried him over to the base of the patio and propped him there as the red-haired woman, Velma, wrapped him in an extra blanket she carried.

"He'll be fine," von Grantz told him.

"What happened to him?" Wolf demanded, still somewhat shaken. "Th-That wasn't Yuuri out there."

The man nodded. "That was the Maou. That was the power of the King of Mazoku."

"So that wasn't Yuuri."

"You'll come to understand later." It was obvious that he was not going to simply give the answers to Wolf.

The former slave turned his eyes towards the boy who seemed as if he was merely sleeping. Yuuri's face was peaceful, his body compliant and limp. No one could look at him and see the power he had showed just a short time before. He'll be fine, Wolf told himself. That woman can look after him.

"What can I do now?" he asked. "I have to be able to help in some way."

"Can you wrap bandages?"

The boy almost snorted, but knew that the situation did not call for it. "I am very adept at taking care of the injured, particularly Humans," he explained.

This did make the blonde man before him stare with a suspicious curiosity, but he didn't question him. "Fine, some of the men who are uninjured, at least not severely, are bringing those who are to the part of the house beneath the awnings. Take what medical supplies you can find and help them."

"Fine," the blonde nodded.

Adelbert stared at him as he turned away. "You are a very odd Mazoku, bouyo."

"I know," Wolf replied, but he didn't stop to look back at him as he headed to where many of the wounded were being brought for medical attention.

As it turned out, it seemed that his knowledge of different medicines and herbal human remedies was indeed needed. Women brought him cloths, sheets, even curtains to use as bandages and hot water to cleanse wounds. Many of them were doing what they could to help, caring for children, searching the rubble for survivors, and working beside him in the makeshift infirmary. There were so many that had been hurt badly in the attack that he was afraid they wouldn't be able to get to them all before some of them died from the injuries.

He finished wrapping the bandages around the splint on his latest patient's broken arm and stood up, moving out from beneath the area under the house that was held up by tall thick slabs of wood and into the open area. He needed a second to himself. There were so many that were hurt, a few that had even lost limbs. And he was supposed to help take care of them all. He didn't know if he had the fortitude to keep going.

A commotion was riled when a man rushed into the area, a bloody bundle in his arms. "Emergency! It's a kid!"

Wolf's head snapped up at the words. "Here!" He moved in the next instant, quickly going to the side of the man as he lowered the unmoving form in his arms to the ground beside the blonde.

It was a little boy, his shirt torn and handing from his body, which was covered in black soot, dirt, and something that seemed for too dark and tacky to be blood. Wolf could see the abrasions and gashes that littered his small body. One of his legs was bent at an unnatural angle and his hair was matted thickly on one side, most likely a head wound. He brought a hand gently to his throat, feeling the uneven fluttering of a weakening pulse. No, he was too unstable to move right now. Just the act of bringing him this far could have been damaging.

"He was caught when one of the buildings collapse," the man, who he now recognized as Keenan, Adelbert's second-in-command, explained. "His parents are dead. We couldn't find his sister."

"I need hot water, a lot of it!" the blonde stated with urgency. "I also need more bandages and a good solid piece of wood to splint his leg."

Keenan nodded before going off to get what was needed. Wolf was alone with his newest patient. He rushed over to where a pail of water sat just outside the awning, the water only slightly used. Thankfully it was still warm when he grabbed it and he used it to start bathing the dirt and blood from the small child's body. He's younger than Greta… he thought, holding off the scratchy stinging of tears behind his eyes.

The boy whimpered and his face scrunched in pain, not fully unconscious. "It's going to be all right," Wolf told him. "I'm going to take care of you."

"C-c-can…" the boy's voice was hoarse and weak. "C-c-an't b-b-breathe…"

His ribs must have broken! the blonde's eyes widened, just as he checked to make sure. On the right side of his chest were two irregular lumps, obvious indications of injury. They're putting pressure on his lungs, or… The boy coughed then, blood coming to his lips.

"Oh Great One…" The boy was going to die. His lungs were injured and he was coughing up blood. Wolf had no idea what he could do. His medical knowledge did not extend that far.

"P-P-Plea…p-pl-please…" the boy whimpered. "C-Ca-Ca-Can't…" He coughed more, this time the blood caught in his throat. Wolf carefully, but quickly, pulled the boy into his lap and titled his head to the side so that he wouldn't choke anymore. There was nothing more that he could do.

"I need help over here!" he called out. "His rib has punctured his lung! I need help!"

The boy's eyes were now partially open, wide and his mouth tried to take in breath he couldn't hold. He was dying in his arms. No…please…don't do this…he's only a child…he doesn't deserve to die…

The small body in his arms twitched and shuddered, the boy was fighting, but panicking at the same time. "Someone!" Wolf called out, louder. "Is there a real Healer here! This boy needs help!"

The shuddering worsened as the gasps for breath became more erratic. "NO!" Wolf cried, holding the boy tightly, but with as much care as his state of mind allowed. He can't be the first I fail! Why can't I help him! Why does he have to die! He shouldn't have to die for something that wasn't his fault! He didn't do this! He's not the reason why all of this happened! I am!

He could feel his pulse fading away and Wolf wanted to run, but also couldn't let the boy go. He couldn't let him be alone like this in his last few moments of life. He could feel the tears coming now and didn't try to stop them. The boy's eyes were still half-closed but his body was weakening to the point that he couldn't control anything. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. IT'S NOT FAIR!

Then there was a warmth, and his body was pulled forward, and thrown into complete turmoil. He couldn't breathe, his chest was tight as if someone was sitting on him. At the same time it felt as if he was swallowing water and couldn't spit it out. He tried to cough it up, but nothing happened. Something was wrong with his chest. He couldn't breathe.

It's as if I'm the one that is dying, he thought. He could hear his own pulse, beating like heavy drums in his ears. It was loud, but fading. Each thrum more distant than the previous. He could feel the pain in his chest from the pressure. He wanted it to stop. He wanted to pull the bone away and put it back into place. He wanted the blood gone. He didn't want to die.

I can't breathe…

But the pain began to fade and the pressure was suddenly gone. He could feel as it all happened, as if he was removing everything himself by force. It was surreal in a way. He could breathe, even though he body felt heavy and weak. The rhythmic beating was stronger, closer. He coughed and coughed, freeing his lungs of the pressure. He could breathe…

"Bouyo!"

He jolted, his eyes snapping in the direction of the one who called him. Adelbert was there. Staring at his with eyes that were wider than he had ever expected to see on the man. The man obviously thought he had gone mad.

"Give us the boy before you choke him to death," the older blonde told him. "He's going to be fine."

"Wh-What?" Wolf looked down at the child he was clutching to his chest, the boy's eyes closed in peaceful sleep. He was breathing quietly, his chest shifting with the regularity of it. He coughed, brow wrinkling, but did not awaken.

"I…I don't understand…" he whispered. "He couldn't breathe… His ribs-" One hand went to feel the body's chest, only to find that nothing was out of place. The broken ribs were no longer so.

"You've been at this for hours," Adelbert replied, motioning for Keenan to pull the resting child from his arms "Take a break. The Maou has awakened."

The blonde allowed the boy to be taken from him, but shook his head as he got to his feet. "He needs his leg set properly, first. It doesn't appear to be shattered, so that is a thankful blessing." As he stood, he had to force himself not to sway at the sudden bout of fatigue that overcame him. Pressure throbbed behind his eyes and his hands shook-but only a slight tremble that he easily ignored.

"You're ready to collapse," Adelbert stated the obvious. "Don't be foolish, bouyo. If you tried to splint his leg now, you could make a mistake that would cost him that limb. Go to your King."

Wolfram watched as Keenan took the boy away, no longer protesting. They were right. He was drained, his body heavy. If I did try to set his leg… He didn't want to think of all the things that could go wrong. "I…I'll leave him to you," he whispered, giving a short absentminded bow that Adelbert did not expect before going to where he had left Yuuri.

He found the Maou in conversation with Velma, who was sharing a mug of some drink with him. They were both covered in thin blankets, the only injury the woman seemed to have was a long gash that had been bandaged on her right arm.

"You do know that such a thing as sharing a drink could be considered indirect kissing, Your Majesty," Wolf commented, his voice a little colder than he meant it to be.

The Maou immediately began to stutter in refutation of his words, insisting that he was just being nice and sharing his drink was what any gentleman would do-Wolf didn't think such a thing was true, but he wasn't a gentleman and therefore would not know.

"Heika! Wolfram!"

People were rushing up the path and through the gates onto the grounds.

"Conrad!" Yuuri's eyes were filled with surprised, but also with the light of happiness. He stood up instantly taking three steps before he started to fumble on his unsteady legs. He fell forward, only to be caught in Yosak's capable hands.

"Why Heika!" the blonde exclaimed in a voice with feminine imitation. "Are you sure that you should hang on me so? Your fiancé is just over there."

"Wh-What!" Yuuri screeched. "Don't bring that up again!"

Wolf clenched his teeth for a moment, but then forced himself to relax, his eyes turning away. How humiliating…

And suddenly Murata was there, eyes smiling as he looked from the blonde and then the Maou. "You don't have to get all flustered Shibuya," he said. "We saw the flashy lightshow. You used up a lot of power again, didn't you? Over doing it as always."

"W-Well…It wasn't on purpose," he replied, looking embarrassed.

"It is good to see that you are unharmed, Heika," Conrad said with a smile. His eyes then moved to the blonde that stood only a few feet away. "It is good to see that you are well, too, Wolfram."

It was obvious that those words meant more than they seemed. The hidden emotions in the chestnut-haired man's eyes spoke more than any words could have. Wolf couldn't help the feel of the heat creeping up his neck. Instead he gave a frown and turned his head away. "Of course I'm fine," he retorted. "You haven't been training me for nothing. I'm not helpless, anymore."

"It seems the babysitters have arrived to reclaim their wayward children." von Grantz stepped forward, eyes trained on Conrad.

"Adelbert," Conrad stared in return. Wolf looked between them with a frown. It was if they were trying to outmatch each other by sending the most stoic glares possible.

"I heard that you apparently rescued Heika and Wolfram from their captors," Weller went on.

"It would have been irritating to leave them, more annoying than having to watch after them," Adelbert replied. "Although they were marginally useful."

Normally, Wolf would have taken offense to such insulting words. Two months ago he would have boiled quietly in his anger, knowing that he could say nothing about it. His more current attitude would have been to confront him and demand he take back his slanderous statement. But he had observed von Grantz; he knew that it was his way of behavior and that nothing was meant by it.

"If that is the case, then there is no reason to show gratitude," Conrad stated.

The larger man only gave a small snort, smirking. "We have a lot to discuss," he said. "It would be best to do so inside. We'll just be in the way out here."

"Who shall keep watch over the patients?"

"I will," Velma replied. "You boys go play Strategy."

"Keep an eye on the little boy," Wolf told her. "There might be internal bleeding or debris in his lungs that he will need to cough up. But only after his leg is set."

"I'll make sure he is taken care of," she told him. "I shall send Keenan to you, Sir von Grantz." She then turned away in the direction of the main makeshift hospital.

They were in the dining room now, although it was small and had far less space than the open patio. A lantern was lit and set in the center of the table, which had only been set with four chairs. Once again, stools ere gathered for those without seats. Yuuri sat at on end-Conrad and Wolf on either side of him, while Adelbert took the other.

"From what I saw yesterday and this night," Adelbert began their impromptu meeting, "there is no mistake. These monsters came from the direction of the Dai Shimaron provincial castle that is not that far away."

"This strategist of Belal's seems quite interesting," Murata said. "If he and the one who orchestrated Wolf's kidnapping are one in the same…"

He let the words hang in the air, only to have the silence broken by a hand slamming forcefully on the not-so-sturdy table. Yuuri was standing, his eyes lit by some internal fire. Wolf stared at him in shock. He had never seen the boy-King look so determined and passionate.

"We have to take this to Belal!" the raven-haired boy decided.

"What?" Wolf couldn't believe what he had heard.

"Woooohooo," Yosak let the sound of surprise draw out purposefully. "Wow, Heika. Are you declaring war?"

"NO!" Yuuri seemed almost disgusted by his words as he shook his head. "I just mean that I wanted to confront him, talk to him! There must be a way that we can come to an agreement. This has to be a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding?" Wolf repeated. "I was told that he has already tried to have you killed three times already. How could you possibly misunderstand that? How can you be so idealistic?"

"What do you mean?" Yuuri asked him.

"What king keeps trying to befriend the one person who wants him and his kingdom destroyed? Don't you have more concern for your subjects' safety, you wimp?"

"Do you know how many of our allies hated Mazoku?" the Maou inquired. "Practically all of them. But we were still able to come to an understanding and find peace. Why can't it be the same way with Belal?"

"Because not everyone is kind or understanding, Your Majesty," Wolf told him. "Not everyone wants peace. Some people only care about hurting others, or gaining as much power as possible without care for those they have to shove out of the way. Not everyone will fit perfectly into your little delusion of how you want the world to be and it's time you realized that."

"Wolfram!" Conrad barked his name in a way that was meant as a warning.

"I won't take back what I said," the blonde refused as he gave a glare to the soldier. "All of you accommodate him far too much! He is a king! A king that has to think of his people!" He turned his eyes back Yuuri. "What kind of king are you, Your Majesty? Can you afford to put yourself in that position, at the enemies mercy? Can you afford to be so selfish?"

The Maou was silent, returning the look with ebony eyes that were hurt more than they wanted to let on. Wolf didn't want to gaze into those eyes too deeply, but knew that he couldn't stand down now. He had to get Yuuri to see. The Maou had to realized that there were evil people in the world, or else he would find himself hurt far too easily. A king could not afford to be broken by the loss of his fantasies.

"That's your problem Wolf," Yuuri stated finally. "You don't know how to trust people."

"And you trust far too much."

"Even so," the other boy didn't agree or disagree, "I have learned that people do want peace, and that as long as you can come to a compromise about how to reach it, everyone will be happy in the end. I believe that and will find a way to make Belal and his advisor see it, too. Without war."

Wolf could see that he meant every word. And in a way, the blonde wanted to believe him. He wanted to believe in the goodness of people's souls and the ability to bring everyone together through peace. But he had seen far too much of the opposite to not step back and be wary of the Maou's promises. Yuuri had already lied to him before.

"As you wish Your Majesty," he conceded. The boy-King gave him a grateful smile.

Don't make me regret trusting you, Yuuri.

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There was something important in this chapter, can you figure out what it is? Like I said, I should have these chapters posted by Labor Day (Sept. 4th) and be ready with a new one on said Holiday. And hopefully I'll also have my brand new laptop.