Here's chapter two
Title: The men we've become
Rating: PG-13? just to be sure (perhaps later NC-17 )
Pairing: Mainly Yuuram (later a bit gwenter??:P GwendalxGunter)
Genre: angst, drama
Chapter: 1/ (15-20)
Warning: AU, a little shin Makoku and a little Europe during the middle ages, probably not a happy ending, yoai, in this chapter you could miss read 1 tiny sentence as profanity :S
Summary: two boys grow up in different environments...
disclaimer: nein this isn't mein
and thanks for commenting:
Yuuram88: thank you so much I'm honored that you were captivated by my humble story:P and thanks for not trying to rush me if I do that my stories will suck
phantome101: I would never kill Wolfram:P:P His my fav I 3 Wolfram.!! And of course I'll continue Lost time I'm still working on chapter 4 only I don't want to rush myself with that story because I don't want to screw it up, you see I got sooo much planned for that story that is why I take it slowly
before you start reading ; the demon ages :: when I say twelve year old boy picture a five year old boy (cause the boy (wolfram) in this chapter will also be a half demon), the full demon's :: thirty ten , fifty fifteen. I know it might not add up but this how I pictured it for this story, I'm really sorry if i cause much confusion.
that's it enjoy
The men we've become
Wolfram's past
The city Doelder, a crowded place known to be a lively city. There was always a market and screaming sales man trying to convince you to buy his 'just caught fish' or 'just baked bread'. Children pretending to be soldiers and yelling while fighting each other with wooden swords. Women doing their domestic jobs as they gossiped with their neighbours while their husbands went off to work. You could also hear the whining of stray animals begging for a piece of bread or wild dogs who were treaded roughly by strong men trying to get them out of the city.
On one of the crowded roads there was a woman tugging her child along with her, who was putting up quite a resistant. They were heading to the market but the boy had obviously other plans.
"Will you hurry up!" the woman said aggravated
"I don't wanna go, don't wanna go!!" the child screamed as he pulled on his arm his mother was holding.
"you little..." the woman turned to her child and pinched the arm of the boy slightly "now Ruben! for once you are going to do exactly what I'm telling you to!"
The child; Ruben had green emerald eyes, that were powerful weapons to the twelve year old boy, his eyes glared dangerously at the woman who was trying to discipline him.
"having trouble with your son again?" an old plump woman said, she was a highly respected elder woman in town even though she was just a commoner, dressed in a brown ugly dress, that didn't have much value.
She was just in the middle of hanging her laundry in the small dusty garden as the other woman with her child walked by.
The boy's mother bowed respectfully, she was merely a commoner her self if not poorer.
She wasn't young anymore either, you could see the fine lines around her eyes that showed that she had quite some live experience. The woman had dark brown hair, that was loosely tied together by a white lint so locks where hanging around her face. Her eyes were even in a darker shade than her hair and because of her pale skin they were even more noticeable. Just as the other woman she wasn't wearing anything fancy, only a simple brown dress with black boots and a thin beige clothe wrapped around her shoulders.
"Mother Ferle" the other woman saw her self as a very important person in this town and always asked younger people to call her mother "yes he's being just as difficult as always, honestly I don't think I can take much more of him"
The elder woman looked at the child, who was now aiming his big green weapons at her. She responded with putting her hands on her thighs and straightening her back more, so he'd know he didn't intimidate her at all "and what an ugly child I must say.. are you sure it is yours? "
"I'm asking myself that same question everyday but .. I don't see how he can't be mine"
"hmm.. I always thought that he looked a little to human and why does he look older than he should?" mother Ferle said as her strict face landed on the boy.
"I don't have any answers to that myself" the other responded in desperation and how could she not be desperate she had a child that acted as if it were possessed.
"he probably is one of those elf children" the plump woman said
"an elf child, mother?" the mother of the boy looked confused but seemed eager to learn about these elf children
"yes, that's how you call human children of the elves tribe, those people live in the Ürre woods like elves. In the middle of the night they dare to sneak in to our houses and take our new born babies from the cradle to put their own ugly child in it's place"
"that is terrible!" the brown haired woman said shocked "But I didn't know, do human's still exist mother?"
"of course they do child! What makes you think that they don't? But it's true that their numerous have decreased lately, my child"
"oh but then.. how do I get my own child back, it has been twelve years already!" she was surprised and angry, the woman really seemed to believe that her child has been stolen
"there is nothing a good beating wouldn't do, treat him bad and hard! This way even those humans will take pity and then they'll come to get their child back"
"and mine?"
"they'll bring your son back too" Mother Ferle said in an all knowing tone
The other woman still was a little confused and looked at the child she was still holding by it's arm "b.. but it just sounds so hard to.."
She was cut of by Mother Ferle who looked very strict; she didn't take nonsense or what she believed was nonsense "don't show him any sympathy! He isn't showing you any, is he?"
"y..yes, that's true" the boy's mother said hesitantly
The plump woman raised an eyebrow "you do want your real child back, do you?"
"yes! Of course I do"
"then you and your husband should follow mine advice"
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After their talk Mother Ferle went on finishing her domestic job as the younger woman and her son continued to walk towards the market.
She was still thinking about Mother Ferle's words. It seemed so unlikely but if it's mother Ferle then it would probably be all true and yes it would explain a lot if that child of hers would be human. He was simply to wild to be a demon boy, he has been that way ever since he was a baby.
The brown haired woman remembered the day after he was born, he was slightly bigger than a normal baby and tried to bite Father Geers, who was the oldest and most wise man of their village. The old grey man, who by now had already past away, was there to bless their new born but it didn't go as smoothly as the parents had hoped. The boy screamed with every touch and actually tried to hurt the old man. Now what baby does that? She was extremely embarrassed by her child's behaviour and she still is.
The woman also had two other children; her fifty year old daughter Merel and another son named Dirk of thirty. Those two weren't wild at all as the little blond Ruben. They always did exactly what they were told without any whining even when they were the young boy's age. And come to think of it they did look a bit younger than Ruben around the time they were twelve.
The more she thought about the more logical it seemed, this boy wasn't her child. Oh why would Shinou put a poor woman like her trough such a thing? To have her own child kidnapped by evil humans and be left with a child that seemed possessed by the God of those humans.
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The little blond had calmed down a little and strolled after his mother who had an almost painful grip on his arm. He hadn't paid much attention to the fat woman and his mother, they were talking about things he didn't understand anyway. But he knew he didn't like Ferle at all. He was probably the only one of the younger people who refused to call her 'mother'. He didn't see why he should, she wasn't his mother.
Most of the people in the city Doelder and the nearby village Gracht, where they lived, knew the boy was tempered and wild. A lot of grown ups looked at him in a weird way but he didn't care he had his eyes and somehow people took a few steps back as they saw those green eyes glare at them, it frightened them. The boy didn't understand why but he didn't care as long as it works.
The thing that he did mind was that also the children of his age didn't want anything to do with him. It was if they were scared of him. The boy often asked himself; why? Was he really that hideous as everyone always told him he was? He did look different, most people in the village and in their capital city Doelder had dark colours and pale skin as for him he had light golden hair with green eyes. His skin was original pale too but he sneaked out a lot to surround himself with nature, so he could play on his own and with the animals who did seem to like him, because of that his skin was tinted a bit darker.
His mother was now buying some fish from a filthy looking market man, they were arguing about the price. He was used to that, those men were always trying to swindle the people for a few more coins. That was one of the reasons he hated going to the market people would always scream at each other so loudly and it was always so crowded that he felt that he might suffocate because of the body's that were clutched together in front of a booth. The blond boy didn't like to be touched especially not by strangers it makes him want to kick that person or bite, whatever was easiest.
The small boy was turning around freely from side to side, his mother wasn't paying much attention to him anymore and his arm was free out of her grasp. His eyes gloomed curiously around and he was observing everything that was going on in the streets. There were some people yelling at an ugly man for.. well being ugly. And some teenage boys were getting scolded by the all mighty mother Ferle, who had made her way to the market too.
He glared he just couldn't stand how that woman would always look at him.
Then he found a sight that made his eyes tear. Some big men were kicking a poor brown dog, who was loudly whining and trying to put up a fight. The dog made noises his ears couldn't bare, he could hear the poor animal was in a lot of pain. One of the men had now a stick in his hand and was sweeping it at dogs snout. The boy knew that was the most vulnerably place of a dog's body, he knew that because they used to have a dog at the farm he and his family lives.
The men were screaming at the dog to get out of their town. Their town was dirtier and smelled worse than the dog itself the boy thought.
The dog was baring his teeth but got another hit on the nose. Why didn't the dog just run away? Why does he keep fighting? Those were a few thoughts that filled the boy's head.
He tried to block the vision out of his head, to turn around and put his tiny hands against his ears but he couldn't. He was crying for the dog's pain as he stayed transfixed on the sight.
"STOP IT!" he ran over to those men and grabbed one around his legs, trying to pull him away from the dog "stop! stop stop"
"What..? Get out off her child!" the man he was holding said annoyed
A bunch of people was now gathering around the men, the boy and the dog. This was the way of live here around Doelder. People were nosy and loved to see a little free show. It was rather pathetic their lives were so boring that they had to enjoy other people's miseries.
Some of the folks, mostly the woman, were adoring how such a small child was putting up a fight for a filthy wild animal. Others were yelling at the men to give the boy the same treatment as the dog.
By now his mother had figured out her son was gone and was running over to the place of the commotion. She was holding a basket with groceries, so she tried to be careful not to let anything fall. They didn't have any money to waste.
The blond child had wrapped his small arms around the man's leg and refused to let go. He had also bitten the leg a few times before but then the man shrugged him off with fierce. So now he was just trying to hold on, not really knowing himself what he was trying to accomplish.
"RUBEN! Ruben!" the brown haired woman gave her basket to mother Ferle, who of course was one of the spectators.
"I'm so sorry, sir" she said as she pulled the boy of the man with some help from a teenage boy, who was put to the job by the infamous mother Ferle.
Even with the two of them it was hard to pull the blond Ruben of the man, who was stunned as agitated. Never in his live has he seen such a ridiculous stunt by a child.
"What's wrong with that brat!" the man growled "keep your child in tone, woman"
"Oh I will sire! I apologize again"
"alright"
The boy was separated from the leg he was holding and was now back in the grip from his mother. he smiled as he saw the dog turning a corner on the end of the street. He did accomplish something.
His smile disappeared as he frowned and turned his head, his arm hurts. As the boy turned his head his eyes widened, looking in to his mother's brown eyes. The woman had squat in front of him. Her face was flushed of anger and embarrassment and her eyes were showing an emotion he has never seen before. He shook his head he didn't want to know what kind of emotion that was.
"that was the last straw, Ruben" she said her voice calm yet covered in anger
He was scared.
Then he felt his mother's backhand smashing in to his right cheek. It burned. The boy started sobbing as he felt the grip around his arm tighten even more and was ruthlessly dragged along by his mom.
Somewhere in between the motions his mother had got her basket back from mother Ferle and they were heading home. He heard the praise of that fat woman Ferle to his mom and the cheers of the other spectators. He felt more than just a little bad. She had never hit him before, his father did but never his mother…
He could feel things changing around him and the feeling of dizziness overwhelmed him until everything turned from foggy into black.
I apologize for any mistakes, beta offerings are always welcome
The story of the elf children is not made up except for the linking to the human's (that was me trying to make it more Shin Makoku'ish. In the Middle ages (well at least in Holland) they really did believe that elfs would sneak in to your house, take your baby and exchange it for their own 'ugly' child. Those children were treated very badly by their own parents.. only because they were slightly different.
Also not made up is the people loving a free show. They really enjoyed it if someone were to fight on the streets, just think about the witch hunt and how they loved seeing the witches hang.They would cheer and get in the middle of it. There are more parts of truth in there just so you know...
Well thank you for reading and please spare this garl a review puts up her overcute puppy dog eyes