The nights were lonely for the king and quite painful but he managed to find a way around the pain for him. Yes he knew that given a bit more time he would find his prince, he would find wolfram and everything would be ok. Or so he prayed night and day for the return of the blond. Everything was slowly falling out of balance to him it seemed. Yuuri's stomach growled for the third time within 5 minuets sounds as though it were a lion clawing at his insides for that one taste of fresh meat and solid substance.
He gave one more toss and a second turn on the dingy inn pallet. It was old and dusty almost, having the softness of granite and polished marble yet the worth of a used muddy washcloth. The king was finally running low on money having searched for the prince for well over 2 weeks now not knowing him that Conrad and Gwendal were hot on his trail. Yuuri found himself holding away in a backwater town without trace of his fiancé for quite some time. He suspected finding a blonde amongst a village full of redheads wouldn't be hard but he begged to differ…not a soul had heard of that beauty dawning blond curly locks of radiant gold.
The king raised his hand to the dim candle lit chandelier. Around his finger rested a ring that beset a aqua marine stone trimmed with silver and emeralds. The ring very much so matched the slightly smaller band that now dangled from his finger tips reflecting off the weak light. Those elegant pieces of jewelry were the only pieces he had left to his wealth now, and he held strong to them. That ring dangling from his royal finger tips was the very band he was planning to use when he found his beloved again. No more would Yuuri allow wolfram to believe he was a mistake; no more would he let the maids bid on the fact he would end up with Gwendal, Günter, or Conrad, and no more would he be that wimp everyone spoke of.
He had a new resolve and that was to become the king he had to be, he wanted to stop worrying about everything and bothering with the illusion of having a woman and being 'normal' by his world's standards. Yuuri loved Wolfram, no matter what their problems had been in the past he loved wolfram with all his heart and he knew that there was no way the blonde could be dead. Wolfram was far too stubborn to die and Yuuri couldn't be that king without his Queen.
For the first time in weeks he let his mouth form a small smile just thinking about it. Wolfram scolding him and chiding him as he always had. He knew he would get angry at the criticism but with those few words they always made Yuuri want to try harder. He sat up in the angled bed, casted his gaze to the fresh tub of warm water and decided to finally have that bath. He certainly didn't want to stink when he met up with his fiancé again because he still had to lay on him a massive passionate kiss. As long as it didn't hurt him he was going to embrace him and love him in their reunion.
The king was solemn and glum, so much different than his usual character in his current state. His appearance was that of a withered old man, hunching in his arthritic condition and his face screwed into a look of pain for he could not stand to see the birds sing. That was just it, the worry had given him more wrinkles than Gwendal had gotten in all his years, and his sorrow nearly left him broken. Normally the boy would be thinking in high spirits, bouncing about with a joyous smile on his face and exclaiming it would all be ok and no time would pass before Wolfram returned to him.
As more and more time passed and Yuuri now felt the pain of wolfram's disappearance and the solidarity of not having the boy at his side. Wolfram had over night become his shelter and strength…the one thing that kept him going all along. Still the bath looked rather needful and his skin was layered in the mud and dust and wrinkling of his weariness and travels. It wouldn't be a waste to clean himself and get prepared for his journey to start again the next day.
"RAIN!" called a sandy haired youg boy with a brilliant smile on his face.With the call of his now given name the boy once known as wolfram turned tose radiant golden locks toward the direction of the voice. The leaes of the forrest brushed around him, tapping elegantle together and making the illusion of the sea and waves of green above his clouded head. The prince was still left in the dark as to who and what he was. He had been named Rain and so to him that was now who he was.
One thing that left the normally gentle but quick tempered blond enamored had to be how everyone treated him like porceline. Everyone danced around so many questions such as 'If we are in a kingdom who is king?' and most importantly 'If that is a military uniform then to which army did I belong?' 'Rain' could easily tell they were hiding things from him but he simply took it as they were all feeling some sort of hidden pain. The blonde couldn't bare to bring those that had guarded him so much pain. Most of all the angel didn't want to see the brilliant smile of the onyx eyed girl Nessa to fall in the slightest.
Over the course of two weeks that smile he now gave to the young one was well chiseled into his features. The mysterious boy of beauty had learned to smile and show his kindness to all…or atleast when he dealt with children. His most cherished company however had become Nessa herself, they shared a bed, lunch and the many crafts they were to make in the course of the day. He didn't really understand what it was about the blonde haired girl that drew him so but he did know that she was like a drop of purified honey. Sweet, tender, and perfectly innocent just the thought of her made his brain gear up to try and remember something he seemed to have so long ago forgotten.
"What is it Derrick?" Rain asked sitting up from the stream side of his finding. "Are you alright is something wrong?" A sudden burst of energy filled his body and wolfram shot up from the ground seemingly ready for something, awaiting his order to attack. Attack? Was that his past self talking? Was he a murderer? He let the thoguth pass and straightened himself out before he could see fear seep into the young one's eyes. "Sorry Derrick…tell me what it is." He gave a soft smile rustling the boys hair.
"It is Nessa…she has got her self locked in the basement again….and she has been playing with Mimi's chemicals again." He let a pink lip jut out to get Rain's attention one good time. It always seemed to work with him, he would make his eyes as big as possible and before he knew it Rain was falling to his pout.
The once prince placed a hand to his hip and sighed. "Alright alright…how many times do I have to tell yo children not to play down there anyhow. Science is a dangerous and deadly thing." He could already feel the sting of Mimi's voice as she yelled at the small girl and then at wolfram for not chiding Nessa good enough. The blonde hoisted up the blue eyed boy to his hip and started walking. "You are lucky I am good enough to carry you Derrick…you shouldn't even be walking after that alligator bite to your ankle." With less than no struggle at all the proud man made sure to brace the little one with his arms and carry him into the red, orange, and purple tinted village as the sun fell behind the clouds.
Wolfram hadn't quite expected the village to be so empty on this day of all days. With the small life in his arms he shrugged and walked on. The town was beautiful, filled with the light of the setting sun and the make up straight from a storybook. The architecture was that of a thriving Dutch or German village of old with roads, or more or less a road, made of flattened soil and lands flourishing with green.
Every time Wolfram or rain as he is called now was faced with this sight he fell madly in love all over again. Rain knew he could spend the rest of the whole of his life here with Nessa and the others and maybe even one day get married if every guy and girl he got close to would stop treating him as though getting involved with him was a problem.
Rain found that he was one for romance and seeing everyone in town having that small little bit of heaven made him jealous to no end. He straightened his posture and stepped to the third house on the right next to the hardware store, Nessa's small cottage home in the small village he now called home. The door he did reach to turn the brass knob to was freshly carved cherry, made especially for them not long after Rain's arrival and his help in the frequent storms that plagued the village. The finely polished brass turned as easily as a knife through butter and the pushing open of the door was almost as easy.
"SURPRISE!" shouted an onslaught of people as he made his grand entrance into the home. The intire village seemed to be present for what he did not know. What Rain did gather was just how swiftly Nessa lept into his arms after he had placed the other child to the ground.
"Happy Birthday Rain!" she exclaimed giving his chek a small kiss and adorning his head with a crown of flowers, the flame flower. "We didn't know how old you were but sis was able to gather when your birthday was so we all pitched in!" she boasted bouncing in his arms. This was the sort of excitement form the little girl that the blonde had grown accustom to so it was no big shock, the banner that read his name and the feast atop the table however was. The angel had never before in his life seen something so very beautiful and breath seizing than that. The very people who were becoming his family gave him that final push and he let loose the most brilliant smile.
"Thank you all so much, this must have been quite the task." He smiled to all of them, giving a small hug to all and a tight one to nessa's 'Mimi'. The caramel eyes lite up in that embrace and her chocolate hair brushed against his with joy as she hugged back.
"You are welcome…….Rain." she breathed giving him that look she always had but talked as she hadn't always done to him. Mimi was all about giving looks and silent threats, she never talked much to rain, avoided him actually. By this time in his stay she had actually stopped caring that Nessa hung around the green eyed stranger a lot and to our blonde hero….that meant she was now seeing him as family.
"Ah such a beautiful sight don't you think." And old woman asked to her husband. The man nodded actually breaking a smile at the quickly started festivities. The woman showed a beauty not many in her aged years could, she showed an elegance and refinement not found in many now a days and she also showed knowledge. The senior had streaks of turquoise color still remaining in her grayed hair and still the same tint in her eyes beyond the wisdom of her years. Beside her rested a man with his grey hair tiedback in a ponytail, and those beautiful blue eyes hidden behind a veil of understanding.
"Yes, Rain sure has grown from that day when he gained his name, he truly is what he wanted to become now." The man watched almost in envy of the beauties age and energy, not to mention the possibility of a pure heart. His hand reached over to clutch his wife's as they both received a wave from their entertainer. "Do you remember the day they all gave him that name he bears now, my love?" He smiled over at the woman who would soon nod and begin her back track of the tale of their angel that moved as the rain did.
"Come on you have to know something! He has blonde hair, a blue uniform and the brightest green eyes ever seen on a human or demon!" The young man with black hair and blackkeyes, cold and empty now interrogated yet another man in the diner now over 100 miles or more from the castle and quite a bit farther from any news of his lover it seemed. Yuuri had been interrogating endlessly for what seemed like years in this cold empty town. Nothing was left of this town but mines and empty landscape. The king had been nearly positive that Wolfram would be found here.
Yet again the boy was at a dead end, and even Morgif was near weeping wet tears as it was. Still Yuuri stood his ground and trudged on, he had to find something, if nothing else maybe an oracle or another near by town….one that actually had an inn with vacancies. He walked for about half an hour through the barren western like town with tumble weed and played with Morgif most of the way.
The sword was quite the guy to go to for cheering up when you learned to understand the grunts, groans, and moans of the freaky pasty white sword. Yuuri just hoped that understanding didn't get in the way in the future when grunts groans and moans meant something totally different than Morgif tongue. That thought gave the double black quite the giggle for the moment. As it were that giggle gave him his next step….an oracle. He looked around giving a small note that this place was the only building near the exit to the village and also the only one with a near twig made roof and crumbling walls.
That aside Yuuri shrugged and told himself that if he couldn't bare something just a bit foreboding he would never find wolfram. A quick stretch, and a nice yawn later he gave it a knock. The king hadn't even gotten near the door with his knuckle however before it swung open to reveal a woman of beautiful features and the most brilliant eyes ever…eyes of brilliant sapphire. Without command Yuuri felt he should enter and done so, not embracing at first the feel of the room against his flesh or of the foreboding feeling of something crossing his faraway grave.
"Come have a seat, I know why you are here." The woman bowed low, revealing acrystal ball which made a brow raise on yuuri's forehead. This woman loked like the classic case of repoff in his world not some mysterious oricale.
'classic response' he thought and smiled. "Yes I am glad…save a lot of explaining."He gave a small smile, or more or less a shaky one, hiding his sword from view of the 'oracle'.
She only nodded to him, no smile or nothing just simply a nod from one to another. "That which you seek young man, or should I say demon, lys no longer in your present or your past but your future. It rests beyond the shambles of a future that must be changed for the good of both you and someone you love dearly."
"Huh? I don't quite understand, could you be a bit more clear, I may be seemingly smart but I am a bit slow at riddles….." he gave a nervous laugh. 'Nail her in a lie and I can leave….i just can't bare to confront her on it tho…it seems she needs the money.'
"I apologize but that is as clear as I can make it, I make not the rules or the visions I just deliver them to those worthy. Your treasure will be found In your future, look there and you shall surely find it." She gave a bow in respet,her gypsy bangles dangling before her face, revealing the shimmer of fangs. He didn't know how he knew but right away Yuuri knew her name to be lady caterina. "Leave no money…"
Yuuri quickly stood from his seat, yet made no sound to startle her. "No no, you have given some sort of service even if I am no believer…." He took coins from his pocket to clunk into her jar by the door. He did feel sorry for her having such a poor dwelling even here in this far off human place. "Do you mind pointing me to a nearby village….i need a place to sleep tonight." The king picked up his bags and watched as the lady pointed him to a direct from which he already came.
"ma'am I came from that way…" he raised his brow and she just shook her head.
"Go that way king….trust in me and in your heart…" She smirked cloaking her beloved ball and joining sight's with the king. Yuuri sighed and dejectedly nodded. "Right…" he answered, pushing opening the door.
"By the way king….you may want t dress for that of a storm beyond your exiting of this town…Mclian Village holds much rain tonight….." She hinted and gave little advoce to which Yuuri just thanked pushing it aside while making his exit. Yuuri had made his decision, he would return the way he cameand give it one last double check on the way for villages and restock for his seemingly rougher journey ahead. He was determinded to find his fiancé. He wanted to really show him that he loved him and that he wasn't just there for the ride persay. He wanted wolfram to be his fiancé and he knew he realized it fast…suddenly even but he realized it only because he had always known it. When he had beheld a sleeping wolf that he was so afraid was going to die he had determined then that he had love for him but he was scared, so scared to admit to loving a man.
Climbing atop his horse he made his beginning ride to to Aclain village as it was called. He had never heard of the viallage but maybe, just maybe it would be a great place to stop in for the night. As his steed was saddled and his things placed comfortably on the back of the stallion he took a deep breath and spead his horse up. The sky was clear as day…not a drop of rain for miles. "What a quack…It isn't going to rain." He sighed irratantly as he rode, rhe wind beating through his black hair.
