Papercut
A/N: Thank you kindly to all of the reviewers. I cannot begin to express how much you motivated me to continue this story and I got it up within a week! This chapter is relatively longer than the first one but I found it necessary. I hope you enjoy it very much.
With that aside, the following reviewers did not receive a reply to their reviews so here I go:
ariel512: I'm glad you enjoyed the Murata/Wolfram scene. I personally feel equally fascinated and disturbed by Murata as Wolfram does in this fic. He has that "salesman's smile" that is almost too charming. I do plan to develop Murata's character and incorporate him as a major character. What can I say? I love him. Thanks very much for the review!
adelaide: Make Khalid alive, you say? Well now, you'll just have to read along to discover more about him first. Thanks for the review
lina: I always loved Conrad's character and I tried my best to keep him in character. I think the fact of Conrad killing a man out of an impulsive reaction interesting. You'll see soon enough how Yuri deals with this interesting man. Stay tuned and I hope you continue to review thanks!
priestessmykala: Thanks for the review and, as you can see, I am continuing with the story. I hope you continue to read along and enjoy it
yumi: Your review is much appreciated! As you see, I am continuing to update and plan to do so long as people continue to find an interest in the fic. Stay tuned for the next chapter, yes?
nai: I will "CONTINUE CONTINUE!!" just because of reviewers such as yourself! You seem very interested in this fic and it makes me so happy. Thanks very much!!
blueeyesangle: You love the story thus far? Yay! I promise to continue to not only crush Yuri's spirit, but Wolfram and Conrad's. You'll, of course, discover Conrad's reason for killing Khalid…or at least receive the vague details on it. I really hope you stay for the entire fic! Thanks
A couple side notes:
1) As Sayoko Bizen suspected, Khalid is indeed not a German name unlike the other characters in the KKM series. I did do this purposely because I intend to create the country of Sulteri under a completely foreign atmosphere and I believe the names help to emphasize that.
2) As far as what Khalid looks like, I make an attempt to describe him in the story but if you need a reference, you can imagine someone with similar facial features/height/voice/hair by using the character Arios from Angelique only with his hair pulled back, tied with a ribbon. Hope that helps a bit.
3) Italics in dialogue (in quotes) or within someone's point of view (it will be noted if POV switches) is not a dream/thought but rather an emphasis on a word.
Continuing on with the story…
10101010
"Conrad…what happened?"
Birds flew overhead, chirping a gleeful lullaby, offering the only response for Yuri. Though the stunning day encouraged pleasant thoughts, Yuri could only drown in the perplexity and horror that resulted from the words Conrad had uttered rather too calmly.
Conrad remained silent, his clenched fists and eyes providing the only implications of a distressed soul. Gradually, he began a slow walk once more in the direction of the gardens. His clenched fists remained at his sides and he gave not a sparing glance at Yuri.
Yuri, eyes widening at Conrad's movements, quickly caught his godfather's arm with two sweaty hands, halting his walk. "Conrad," he whispered, "where are you going? You still haven't told m-"
"Greta is surely ahead, Your Highness."
Yuri gasped softly and shook his head in mild anger, gripping Conrad's arm tighter. "Conrad, you don't expect to tell me you murdered someone and just ignore it? I know you. You must have had a decent reason, am I right? Please, Conrad…talk to me."
With his eyes fixed on a growing tree near the right, Conrad said, "I'm sorry, Your Highn-"
"Yuri! Call me Yuri, Conrad!" Yuri partially screamed, seeming desperate. "Talk to me like your godson and not a king!"
Another silent response answered Yuri.
Why won't he talk to me…Surely Conrad would never kill someone for his own pleasure. He must have…Yuri paused midstream in his thoughts when Conrad's gentle voice met the Demon King's ears.
"I…was forbidden to speak of the incident. We all were. I'm sorry, Yuri. I spoke too much," his godfather clarified. "The incident was to be forgotten for it brought much shame. I brought shame to the Demon Kingdom."
Yuri knitted his brows and released Conrad's arm. After making a quick inspection of the area, Yuri took a few strides ahead of Conrad and curled his index finger repeatedly, motioning for the older man to follow him. "Come here," he instructed before heading toward a more secluded area near the gardens, settling down under a large tree. "I think this spot will do nicely. That bench over there isn't nearly as comfortable as the grass."
By this point, Conrad simply watched Yuri with mild confusion until he finally realized the boy's intentions. "Yuri…"
"Look, I know you're supposedly under oath or whatever from telling me but since you did slip up, you might as well tell me what happened. At least what happened that night," Yuri rationalized, patting the spot beside him.
"If Wolfram discovers us chatting before seeing Greta-" Conrad began, contemplating the murderous glare Wolfram would present them with.
Yuri turned the corners of his lips up in a tiny smile and said, "Don't worry about that now, Conrad." Admittedly, though, Yuri did consider the frightening possibility of Wolfram catching them but he truly wanted and needed to know what happened.
It took a minute's pause before Conrad shut his eyes and smiled. "I suppose I already did say too much," he claimed and took a seat beside Yuri. "It was considerably late that evening…"
10101…Conrad's Tale…10101
I groaned and flexed my shoulder, reminding myself to be more cautious of Yosak's upper cut. Yosak was undoubtedly a creature of the night, performing with more enthusiasm and with, unfortunately for me, a stronger punch. I never recalled hitting a wall and feeling so much pain…
I gave my shoulder one final stretch before continuing down the halls, leading myself to the outdoor portion of the castle. The night air was so calming after a late night joust. A hot bath would suffice…
I paused when muffled voices reached my ears. Curious, I slowly approached the area from where the voices came from, careful to step lightly enough so my boots made no noise. By the moon's light, I noticed the area consisted of a small clearing with a fountain and decorative plants. Unaware of who could be in the vicinity, I carefully kept myself behind a column that supported one of the many arches outlining the clearing. . By this point, I could clearly make out what was said.
"I don't know, Khalid…" came a soft voice.
A voice I knew too well. Wolfram? Why would he be up so late? I maneuvered my upper body around the column to hopefully catch a glimpse of my younger brother. It was a strain, but I was capable of catching a glimpse of a blonde head on the other side of the fountain.
"I do not jest, Wolfram. My feelings toward you are pure," a deeper voice, undoubtedly belonging to Khalid, explained. "I wish you would understand that."
Unable to see Khalid due to the fountain, I kept my eyes on Wolfram and I saw his head shake. "I do understand, Khalid. Don't be so presumptuous," Wolfram said. "I care for you, but nothing more."
I quickly pulled back slightly as I noticed Wolfram turn and head in the direction perpendicular from where I stood. My gaze shifted to a darkly clothed Khalid that swiftly went after Wolfram. I watched his as his hand took a strong hold of Wolfram's arm, preventing the smaller boy from walking. My eyes narrowed dangerously and I instantly took hold of the hilt of my sword.
"Where are you going?"
"To bed," Wolfram stated, not bothering to remove the hand.
I realized that Wolfram must have been woken up during the night for although he wore a robe, I could distinctly make out the pink nightgown he often wore. The thought of that treacherous dog entering the safe haven of my brother's room, approaching Wolfram's bed…
My hand tightened around the hilt.
"I upset you," Khalid said, more of a statement than a question. I saw his hand release Wolfram's arm and my nerves relaxed. My relief was short lived though once that same hand rose to push aside some blonde locks before caressing a cheek.
My stomach coiled when I vaguely noticed Wolfram leaning into the touch. I tensed and practically heard myself growl. I knew Khalid was not to be trusted, although I lacked sufficient proof. The feeling of suspicion developed after that fateful evening, and it grew with each smile that Khalid offered to either Wolfram or myself.
"Your mother approved my request," Khalid said with a chuckle, temporarily snapping me out of my thoughts.
"What request?" asked Wolfram, gently stroking the hand that cupped his cheek.
"Why, I properly asked for your hand in marriage."
The sick feeling I had kept at bay for a period of time began to swell into a maddening inferno, threatening to overtake my composure. My hand shook violently and I had to release my sword to prevent any unnecessary clinking sounds.
Despite my discomfort, I continued to watch the scene before me. By this point, Wolfram had forcibly removed Khalid's hand as if burnt and took a step away from him.
"Y…You…You what?" Wolfram gasped. "I never approved of such a thing…"
Khalid smiled and his arms snaked out, draping Wolfram in a mocking gesture of affection. "If not for me, do it for your kingdom. Our marriage will ensure peace between our two kingdoms. I promise to take care of you."
Wolfram stood stiffly in the older man's arms and kept silent. I clenched my teeth when Wolfram did nothing to push the man away.
"Do you hate me now?"
"No," Wolfram sternly said and I waited for the shove he would deliver to Khalid. Instead, to my distress, Wolfram returned the embrace, settling his head against Khalid's chest. "I know it's for the best. I suppose I would rather marry someone I liked than a total stranger…but…"
I wanted to vomit. The screaming voice in my mind blocked whatever Wolfram continued to say. The voice within me stated I could not allow Wolfram to engage himself further with Khalid, no matter the consequences. Perhaps I still had a chance if I spoke to Gwendel…
Just as I considered this, my heart shattered and my composure crumbled at what I saw. Khalid had hooked a thin finger beneath Wolfram's chin and had placed a kiss upon my brother's lips.
My blood ran dry and I reacted. With extreme speed, I unsheathed my sword and sprinted for Khalid. I gave a loud cry of agony and brought my sword down, already predicting Khalid's hasty evasion.
I assumed correctly for just as I slashed down with my sword, Khalid shoved Wolfram aside and met my sword with his own. I cursed his speed and gave a powerful kick into his abdomen, sending him reeling back. I was momentarily stunned by his inability to see my move. Regardless of the reason, however, I approached him; a stalking ferocious cat cornering a twisted rodent.
"Lord Weller!" Wolfram screamed, scrambling toward me and grabbing my arm. "Stop it! What are you doing?! What's gotten into you?! That's Khalid you're attacking!"
"Exactly," I snarled, watching Khalid cough and bring himself into a fighting stance. My kick only sent him stumbling and not crashing into the ground as I had hoped. I easily untangled my arm from Wolfram and leapt for my opponent before either my rationality or Wolfram caught up.
"Conrart, have you gone mad?" Khalid cried, employing his sword only as a defense rather than offense. "What is the matter with you?"
"Conrart, stop it! I beg you!" I heard Wolfram cry and noted his desperate attempt tot stop me by using my first name.
An open spot.
Wolfram's cry briefly distracted Khalid and I took the opportunity to thrust the tip of my sword until I felt the shredding of flesh. I smirked when blood crept out of Khalid's mouth. I had hit a fatal point. Despite this, my satisfaction was not filled. I gave my sword a nasty twist and a sickening groan erupted from Khalid. A thick scarlet liquid began coating my entire sword, eventually encasing my entire hand in a red slick glove.
I stood up and met Khalid's golden eyes, my hand still clenching the hilt of the sword, which was embedded deep in Khalid's right side. My eyes widened at the older man's expression.
He was smiling. Smiling at me…
Wolfram's shriek shifted my attention. I shakily released my sword and watched Wolfram rush to Khalid. The older man gave a croaked cough, blood splattering over my boots just as his body staggered and plummeted into the waters of the fountain.
My young brother panted and gasped as he dove into the fountain, lifting Khalid's head gently. "Khalid! Khalid!" he sobbed and I almost felt sorry.
Trembling hands checked for a pulse and the look in Wolfram's eyes said enough. Those large emerald eyes slowly looked up at me and Wolfram whispered, "What have you done?"
I kept silent, knowing nothing would ease Wolfram's rage.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" he demanded again in a mind-crushing scream, tears spilling into the fountain, merging with the water. Pitifully, Wolfram buried his face in Khalid's chest. "Why…why…Conrart…"
Footsteps were heard. Gwendel and the others were probably running to this area, Wolfram's shriek obviously either captivating their attention or awakening them. As expected, they surrounded the area, their attention fixated on Wolfram and Khalid's form.
Gunter gave a cry at seeing the sword deep within Khalid. "Oh good heavens! Who could have done such a treacherous thing!"
The attention shifted from the two pathetic figures to me. I kept my eyes on Wolfram's shaky body, loosely contemplating the consequences of what I had just done.
Gwendel was the first who dared to approach me. I noted how he took small steps toward me until we were no more than three feet apart. I imagined his emotions skyrocketing but eyes remaining frozen. "Conrart, is that your sword inside Khalid?"
"Yes," I answered.
"I see. Escort him to his chambers for the moment. No one is to speak of what they've seen here," he instructed to a few guards who immediately obeyed. They stood on either side of me and I began heading toward my chambers before Gwendel called out to me.
"What were you thinking when you attacked him, Conrart? At least tell me that."
I slightly turned my head and replied, "How many ways there are to slowly kill a man."
The horrific expressions of the others had no affect on my nerves. Even Wolfram's moans of dismay failed to faze me. I faced the direction of the halls once more and continued walking, barely noting Wolfram's cries when someone, probably Gwendel, attempted to pry him away from Khalid's still form.
A movement on the roof caught my attention and I glanced to my left. Yosak sat on the roof, wearing an expression similar to my own. He furtively stood and leapt over the other side, vanishing from my view just as quickly as I had spotted him. It was then I realized that I was not the only person listening to the conversation of Wolfram and Khalid.
I decided to ponder over the matter later on, considering how the guards were edging me on, though they did it hesitantly and politely. I raised my arm to brush off one of the guard's hands from my shoulders and they gasped in fright, grabbing their weapons.
I nearly laughed at the motion. I suppose I understood their fear. I myself was afraid.
I was terrified of how good it felt.
When I tore Khalid's flesh open and plunged my sword deeply into his exposed body, it felt so good.
10101010
Yuri remained quiet, unable to respond to what Conrad had just described. The composed and caring man Yuri knew had performed such a brutal and merciless act of violence that derived from passion. Conrad's confession led Yuri to ponder the idea that the other's had a deep and sinister secret as well.
I wonder if all the nightmares Wolfram's had these past few days concerned the night Khalid died…
So many factors in the story stirred unusual feelings in Yuri and created new questions. There was the overall question of what happened after the incident, the matter of Yosak being present for the entire attack and not stopping Conrad, and even the strange sharp pain that Yuri felt at the mentioning of that man kiss Wolfram. Jealously, perhaps? Of course not…I wouldn't care...Would I?
"I soon realized my impulsive reaction was a politically unwise move," explained Conrad after Yuri's silence began to bring about an awkward mood.
"Conrad, I…I don't know what to say…"
In response, Conrad shut his eyes, partly to block out the memory and partly due to the repulsion he presumed Yuri was feeling. "It's alright, Yuri," he gently said, "I'm not asking for sympathy. You need to know what kind of person I truly am…"
"I know what kind of person you are, Conrad," Yuri proclaimed, "You're a good man with a good heart. Whatever happened in the past stays in the past. You're not a murderer, Conrad. I know it. You've become a stronger person."
"I could easily revert back to that man, though" Conrad suggested.
Yuri shook his head. "Only you can allow yourself to drop to that level, Conrad. I also know that you'll make the right decision if that moment ever arises. You would never hurt anyone mercilessly, not now. I know it."
Conrad turned to his godson and stared at him with faintly wide eyes. His eyes softened considerably and he nodded to Yuri with his usual calm smile. "Thank you, Yuri."
"Don't mention it but…may I at least ask one other question?"
Conrad nodded.
"What made you distrust Khalid to begin with?" Yuri asked, beginning to fiddle with the grass blades nervously. His mind was still processing the information regarding the murder of Khalid, but the question of what began Conrad's suspicion plagued him.
Watching Yuri's fidgeting fingers produced a reluctant answer from Conrad. "I-"
"YURI!"
The blood drained from Yuri's face. He flinched and felt his head droop as he stuttered,"W-W-Wolfram…"
Both Conrad and Yuri turned to observe a furious Wolfram stomping over in their direction, holding the small hand of Greta. Yuri had never felt such a mixture of glee and horror simultaneously as he did now. Greta's smiling face brought him joy and yet Wolfram's infuriated piercing glare gave him a near case of diarrhea.
"Daddy!" Greta cried happily and released Wolfram's hand to pounce on Yuri. She clung to his neck tightly and nuzzled her father under his neck. "Papa said you were supposed to be with me before he showed up and I got worried. We've been looking all over the place for you."
"Do you hear that, you cheating wimp?" Wolfram sneered. "Our daughter was worried about you and here you are doing who knows what with Conrart!"
Conrart stood up and softly said, "I assure you that you have nothing to worry about, Wolfram. We are very sorry for keeping you waiting, Greta."
Giggling, Greta offered Conrad a small hug on his leg before focusing on Yuri. "I'm just glad you're here now. I thought you went back to your world again."
"I'm sorry, Greta," Yuri replied, sympathizing with how Greta must have felt. Yuri looked up at Wolfram and offered an apology to the boy as well. "You too, Wolfram…I know you told me to-"
"You better be sorry! I'd bury you in the dirt right now if it weren't for Greta," Wolfram pronounced, crossing his arms and huffing. "Right now, though, it's more important to bond with her as a family than argue."
Greta tugged on Yuri's hand, leading him to the gardens. "You got in trouble, Daddy," she whispered, obviously obtaining some amusement from the argument.
"I noticed," Yuri laughed, stroking her hair with his free hand. Watching as Greta took hold of Wolfram's hand with her unoccupied one, Yuri meditated on the thought of them behaving like an actual family. As unsettling the thought was in the beginning, it now provided Yuri with comfort while he resided in this world.
"Yuri!"
Yuri blinked and glanced at Wolfram. "Did you say something?"
Wolfram narrowed his eyes. "You are ignoring me. I was demanding you to tell me what you and Conrart were doing sitting so closely together under the tree?"
Crap. Do I tell him the truth? Yuri racked his mind, skimming through many excuses. Although Yuri was a firm believer in honesty, confessing to Wolfram may only upset the boy. Finally, after considering how little sleep Wolfram was receiving due to the nightmares, which already contributed to Wolfram's uneasiness, Yuri settled on keeping him unaware of the details.
"I just wanted to sit for a moment. Conrad and I were just discussing the Great Demon Kingdom, the past, present, and future. You know, the usual conversation. Right, Conrad?"
Conrad, who kept a close distance between himself and Yuri, said from behind, "As you say, Your Highness."
"It's Yuri, Conrad…"
"Yes, of course. My apologies, Yuri."
"Daddy, come here, look! I was making all these crowns out of flowers! Look! I made you one and it matches Papa's too. You guys should wear them when you get married," Greta exclaimed as she boasted with pride over her elaborately created crowns.
Blush crept into Yuri's face as he considered an appropriate response. He offered Wolfram an awkward glance and was astonished at the peaceful countenance Wolfram had. The boy smiled sweetly at Greta and lowered his head to allow the flower crown to be situated around his head.
He looks…pretty Yuri thought as he received one similar to Wolfram's. He and Wolfram met each other's eyes and Yuri could only cough nervously before quickly staring at Greta. "They're lovely, Greta," was all he said.
"They're better than any golden crown with jewels," insisted Wolfram, smiling when Greta's eyes shone brightly. His eyes had an indication of sadness, but thankfully, Greta failed to notice.
Conrad silently watched the scene and noticed Wolfram's gloomy eyes when Yuri tore his dark eyes away. His heart ached for his younger brother and yet he felt powerless to ease it.
All he could do was view the bonding that occurred between the three.
10101010
"Do you suppose it was wise to allow Conrart to tell Yuri about Khalid, Your Eminence?"
"Don't worry, Yosak. I believe Shibuya is better off knowing about the situation and it's best if Lord Weller explained it to him than another party," Murata recommended as he stealthily followed, with murky eyes, Conrad's form vanishing behind the hedges.
Yosak let out a small sigh and crossed his arms. "I'm worried about this trip, Your Eminence."
Murata slowly turned and patted Yosak's back. "Ah, but that is what we have you for, Yosak. You best get yourself ready. Shibuya will leave early tomorrow morning."
With an obedient nod, Yosak retreated into the castle while Murata allowed his thoughts to wander. His eyebrows furrowed as he strolled closer to the gardens, careful to stay out of the others' view. The Great Sage paused by a particularly large hedge and eavesdropped on the conversation.
He heard Yuri say, "They're lovely Greta."
The conversation continued peacefully and Murata himself accepted the brief respite in the gardens. He knew that the moment they entered Sulteri territory, nostalgia would replace the tranquility Yuri and Wolfram were currently experiencing.
"Don't ever forget this feeling of peace, Shibuya" Murata said. "This may be the last time you feel it."
He moved away from the hedge and returned to the castle with an uneasy soul.
10101010
Yuri paused from their game of Hide-and-Go-Tag, and looked over to a large hedge. "Hm."
"Yuri! What are you gawking at!" Wolfram cried, leaning against the tree that was determined to be 'safe'. Long ago, he had touched the tree and now waited for Yuri to discover Greta and Conrad's whereabouts.
Returning back to the game, Yuri searched behind a bush of what he presumed to be roses. "I just thought I heard Murata talking…"
"You're just imagining things."
After releasing a breath of defeat, Yuri threw his hands up in the air. "All I know is that I give up. I can't find them anywhere."
Wolfram raised an eyebrow. "Did you ever think about going outside of this small space," he pointed out, reluctant to aid Yuri in his search but was becoming frustrated. He physically did not want to aid Yuri in the search due to the fact that Yuri could still touch him, claiming him as 'it' if he left the safe haven of the tree's bark.
"What? But the rules were that we had to hide in this area," Yuri said as he waved a hand around the area to emphasize his argument.
"When has Greta ever followed the rules of 'Hide-and-Go-Tag?"
"…Great."
"Alright, I'll help you considering how pathetic you are, but you mustn't tag me, alright? You better be grateful for this," Wolfram said as he lightly pushed himself off the tree and went over to Yuri.
As the blue-clad boy approached him, Yuri smirked and leapt at Wolfram just before pressing an index finger against the other boy's chest. With a wide grin, Yuri proclaimed, "You. Are. It!"
With that, Yuri took off in a sprint in the opposite direction promptly but not before barely dodging Wolfram's hand. He headed out the small area and darted around a fountain just as Wolfram shouted, "Yuri, get back here!"
"Sorry, Wolfram but you can't be a sore loser! The rules clearly state that you are no longer safe after leaving the tree! No exceptions!" Yuri panted, taking a peek behind him with a smug look. His satisfaction melted once he noticed Wolfram effortlessly drawing nearer.
"No! Wolfram!"
A growl and a cry united as Wolfram tackled Yuri viciously to the ground, which prompted a wrestling match between the two. A groan emitted from Yuri as he felt Wolfram's knee connect with his abdomen. With an uncomfortable twist, Yuri took hold of the other boy's leg and temporarily lifted him over his head and into the ground.
Taken by surprise, Wolfram could only grunt as his back met the hard earth. Before he could gain his wits and sit up, Yuri settled atop his hips. "Yuri!"
"Ouch! Stop that, Wolfram!" Yuri pleaded and took hold of Wolfram's wrists. "It's your own fault. You kneed me in my gut!"
"It was an accident. Now, get off!" the boy shouted, unaccustomed to the position he was currently in.
Yuri smiled and held tightly onto Wolfram, surprised by how capable he was of dominating the warrior. Then again, Wolfram always appeared to have his guard down at certain moments when alone with Yuri. "Not until you admit defeat. Admit that you finally lost at Hide-and-Go-Tag."
Wolfram bucked in protest, nearly succeeding at tossing Yuri off. "I did not lose."
"Don't be a brat, Wolfram. Just admit it and I'll let you go," Yuri said. His stomach contracted that butterfly feeling when Wolfram's face flushed in response, compelling Yuri to analyze there current positions more. It was peculiar as to how timid he felt being so close to Wolfram. Though at the same time, Yuri felt unusually calm. Perhaps that was just the running water originating from the fountain.
A fountain? Yuri quickly glanced at the fountain beside them and studied it. Could this be the fountain where Khalid fell?
"Yuri?" Wolfram asked, following Yuri's gaze to the fountain. "What is it?"
Maybe I really should tell him what Conrad and I spoke about…
"Wolfram, I need to tell y-" Yuri began but was abruptly interrupted by a cheerful voice.
"Ooh! Conrart, I found them! They're by the water fountain, playing on the ground!"
Yuri and Wolfram twisted their heads to view Greta approaching them. She presented them with a baffled look and crouched down beside them. "What are you two doing? You're supposed to be looking for me and Conrart, Daddy," she said accusingly.
Yuri faltered in an explanation, especially when Conrad came into view. The expression Conrad wore after beholding Yuri and Wolfram's arrangement formed a very uncomfortable sensation. "Is everything alright, Yuri?" he asked, a smile developing on his face.
"We're fine, Conrart," Wolfram muttered as Yuri rolled off his body.
After brushing himself off, Yuri cleared his throat and looked at Conrad. "Uh…what are you two doing here anyway? You're supposed to be hiding," he said.
"Well, Greta hid with me and we were heading to the tree to tag it when we realized neither of you were around," explained Conrad, patting Greta's head gently.
Yuri wrinkled his nose and tickled Greta by pinching her collarbone repeatedly. "I was there until I realized that a couple of our players broke the rules and went out of the boundary lines."
Conrad chuckled and tenderly advised, "Don't be upset with just her, Yuri. After all, it was my idea. She was a victim in this, not an accomplice."
"Don't make it sound like it's a horrible crime, Conrad," Yuri said and smiled at the two. "But you should be punished for your actions."
With a growl and an exaggerated motion of arms, Yuri sprang after his daughter. Greta gave a cry of feigned horror and ran behind Wolfram. Yuri pursued Greta around and around Wolfram enjoying the shrieks of delight she emitted with each attempted catch made by her father.
"Go away, monster!"
Yuri roared in response. Greta squealed and took off in another direction, sprinting as quickly as her little legs could support her. Her father hunted her down with a laugh, obviously reducing his speed to allow Greta an advantage.
"Yuri! Don't let her wander too far alone!" Wolfram cried, following them.
Once Wolfram went after the two, Conrad untangled his arms and began to follow. He paused briefly when his combat abilities tensed. He sensed eyes watching from somewhere behind.
He rapidly spun around, hand on the hilt of his sword, but saw no one. Conrad's eyes darted around the area as he cautiously took a few steps ahead of him. The chill that ran through his veins deemed the presence as sinister. Drawing his sword, the half-blood surveyed the area, attempting to pinpoint the location of the intruder.
A quick flash caught his eye. A dark form leapt from a tree and landed securely on a marble statue before promptly hurdling into the thick growth of the various plants.
"You! Stop!" Conrad commanded as he instantly took off in a sprint, following the figure. An assortment of thorns and branches grazed Conrad's uniform, attempting to hold him back. A particularly jagged thorn ripped at his skin and a root caught his foot.
It's like the plants are purposely holding me back…
With a growl of determination, Conrad hacked and tugged himself free of the plants. He increased his speed and leapt over the smaller obstacles while focusing on tracking his enemy. His course brought him to the back of the castle; an isolated area with only small plant growth providing any form of life.
Conrad shielded his eyes from the sun and gazed up, hoping to capture any indication of where the figure had gone. On a roof, he noticed a rapid black form dashing toward the outer limits of the castle.
He's going to jump into the town.
With that thought, Conrad ran back a few yards before locating a wall. After sheathing his sword and stepping a few paces back, he scampered up the wall and took hold of the top. He gave a grunt of effort as he successfully pulled his body onto the top and bounded onto the roof of a home.
Using all his strength, Conrad proceeded to leap over roofs as quickly as possible, praying that his shortcut was indeed as short as he had recalled it. A final jump and Conrad landed on a large roof.
The dark form came to a halt and Conrad took amusement in the irritated sound that erupted from it. The figure was clad in complete black, accompanied by a black mask and cloak. However mysterious the form was, Conrad felt more puzzled by the size of the figure. The height of this person was smaller than Yuri.
"Who are you?" Conrad demanded, sword out and aiming for the chest of his opponent.
The form stood silent.
"I will not ask again," Conrad said and took a step closer.
Piercing screeches explode from the small form and Conrad reflexively released his sword and covered his ears in an attempt to end the pounding. The sound was completely inhuman, shattering the most composed man into tiny defenseless scraps. It rattled Conrad's soul even as the dreadful sound faded, leaving him dazed and feeling ill. Reminding himself of the threat before him, Conrad scanned around him and noticed the figure taking flight over his head in an attempted escape.
Without a moment's hesitation, Conrad retrieved his sword from the ground and took a swing at the form. The pained groan and blood splattering on the roof suggested his success and yet the cursed form continued to escape. From Conrad's point of view, he had struck the shoulder.
Conrad made an effort to extend his arm up and snatch his opponent when the very leg he attempted to grab gave him a mighty bash to his chest. He stumbled, panted, and raised his head to expect the figure to have vanished. Instead, the mystifying creature stood before him, the small height mocking the power this person possessed.
"Wh..What are y-" Conrad gasped, the ache in his chest increasing with each breath. Before he could complete his question, the form sent him soaring into the air with only the cold ground cushioning his fall.
He's too fast…
A sick crunch was heard as Conrad's back was formally introduced to the streets of the town. A scream emerged from somewhere near his left but the weary soldier found himself powerless to move. A young girl loomed over him, her light curly hair framing her even younger looking face. A few other citizens mimicked her movements and wore concerned expressions.
"Oh no! It's Lord Weller! You! Go get help!" shouted the young girl to an older man with a navy vest just as she kneeled beside Conrad. "Sir, can you hear me?"
Conrad glanced at her and her large eyes impersonated that of Yuri's.
Yuri…
A black cloak engulfed him.
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"Wolfram…"
"What?"
"Your pacing is making me nervous," Yuri mumbled pathetically from his spot on a soft seat. He and Wolfram waited impatiently outside of Conrad's chambers where Gizela tended to his wounds. The news of Conrad found on the streets, and injured of all things, had brought a nauseating emotion over Yuri. He, Greta, and Wolfram did realize Conrad's absence later into their chase but had never suspected any foul play of this caliber. Not only that, but Wolfram's pacing was not contributing to the hope of Conrad's well being.
Wolfram's boots stop clicking against the ground. "Sorry," he muttered. He clenched his fists and shut his eyes tightly just before delivering a punch to the wall. "I should have suspected the reason for his leaving. There's no doubt that he went after an intruder. I should have known…"
The words, coated with shame, brought Yuri to his feet. "Stop that, Wolfram. The only person at fault here is whoever or whatever did this to Conrad," he gently said, placing a hand on the boy's back. Although it's true that Wolfram had insisted to leave Conrad be, claiming he could 'take care of himself', Yuri held nothing against him.
"I just wanted us to spend more time with Greta as a family," Wolfram softly said. "I'm such a fool-"
"Don't talk like that, Wolfram!" Yuri ordered, raising his hand from Wolfram's back to grasp his shoulder, turning the other boy to face him. "You're not a fool. You're anything but that."
Wolfram blinked rapidly prior to softening his distressed features. "Yuri…"
The door clicked open and Gizela emerged from the room. "Oh, you two are still here?" she asked in her sweet voice, "I suppose I understand why."
"How is he?" Yuri asked rapidly, releasing Wolfram.
The healer smiled and nodded. "Oh, don't worry at all, Your Highness. His injuries are nearly completely healed by this point. Lord Weller will be fine with a few hours of rest. Actually, the main reason for his loss of consciousness is due to magic."
"Like a spell?" Wolfram inquired with suspicion.
Gizela shook her head. "I don't believe so. I suspect it was more of a side effect of some sort," she explained. She stood aside and extended her arm in a gesture for Wolfram and Yuri to enter. "I brought him out of his trance and he's fully awake. You may speak with him if you wish while I go report to Lord Christ and the others."
"Thanks Gizela," Yuri expressed sincerely and entered the room with Wolfram.
Upon seeing Conrad, Yuri gave a heartfelt grin. His godfather, although draped around his chest with bandages, appeared alert and healthy while leaning against many large pillows.
"How do you feel, Conrad?"
Conrad nodded slightly and offered the two boys to sit on the bed. Yuri accepted the invitation while Wolfram stood near a small table, keeping his distance. "I feel just fine, Yuri. Gizela said I only need to stay immobilized for a couple of hours just to be on the safe side."
"That's good," Yuri said, "but what happened out there?"
As Conrad recapped the events of what had occurred, Wolfram contemplated every detail. He was sure he had never seen a dark figure with a black mask and yet the description still provoked a hidden memory somewhere within him. He bit his thumb and cursed his inability to recall where he had seen such a creature.
Conrad ended his story and Wolfram asked, "Do you suspect the invitation to Sulteri is connected?"
Yuri turned to Wolfram and reflected on the question.
"It's something I suspect The Great Sage will consider," answered Conrad.
"It won't postpone or cancel our trip to Sulteri, though, will it?" Yuri questioned, desperately craving to take a journey over to a foreign country but not enough to court danger.
"Nope," replied a voice, one belonging to Murata who stood under the doorway with a curved index finger lightly tapping the door. "May I enter?"
"Of course, Your Eminence."
Murata sauntered in and inspected Conrad briefly before exclaiming, "I see Gizela has done another excellent job at repairing a broken body."
"She spent most of the time bringing me back to reality rather than healing my wounds," Conrad enlightened with a quiet laugh.
"I see. Well, regarding Sulteri, I don't suspect any foul play at the moment. We'll still proceed in the morning as we planned," Murata instructed and offered a wink to Wolfram.
Wolfram twitched.
Yuri, oblivious to the action, brightened at the words. "Great. I better go talk to Greta…"
"Where is she, anyway?" Conrad asked.
Wolfram, who began strolling pass Murata and toward the exit, explained, "Once we heard what happened to you, we placed her in Anissina's care for safety."
"She'll be glad to hear that you're alright," Yuri proposed whilst trailing Wolfram. "Although she'll be upset to hear about us leaving…"
"Perhaps if you stay with her until she falls asleep, she will feel more at ease," offered Murata still maintaining his smile. "Don't worry about Lord Weller, I'm sure he'll be up and about soon enough to prepare for tomorrow's trip."
Conrad nodded his assent. "Go on, Yuri. I'll see you shortly."
"Don't push yourself, Conrad," bid Yuri as he left the room, followed by Wolfram.
Wolfram glanced at Murata who motioned him to shut the door as he left, which he did.
Conrad returned his interest back to Murata. The Great Sage grasped a chair, dragged it near the bed, took a seat and gazed at Conrad intently, creating an awkward atmosphere to say the least.
"I have an order for you."
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Yuri released a yawn and moan as he crawled under the comforts of his warm mattress. It had taken him a longer time to convince Greta of his safe return, along with Wolfram's. Wolfram must have read through at least nine story books before the small child had at last fallen asleep.
As he curled under the sheets, Yuri hazily observed Wolfram tugging on the pink nightgown he so often wore. The thought of another boy sleeping in his bed persisted on irritating him on a nightly basis but he had ultimately admitted defeat when it concerned Wolfram. Besides, he had grown accustomed to a warm body occupying the spot beside him and he did trust Wolfram…sort of.
"Yuri, scoot."
The dark eyed boy grumbled but did as he was told. Wolfram sunk into the mattress, releasing a similar moan of pleasure as Yuri had previously done. "God, I'm exhausted," he complained and let out a final yawn, "G'night, wimp."
"Don't call me that."
Wolfram only shut his eyes in response, apparently beginning his journey to dreamland.
Yuri remained awake, his eyes studying Wolfram. Although aware of Wolfram's attempt to sleep, Yuri wished to speak to him. On the trip to Sulteri, he may not receive another opportunity of privacy as this moment presented. He bit his lip in reluctance and whispered, "Wolfram?"
"What?" came a very unhappy voice.
"I…need to tell you something."
"Tomorrow."
"I can't tomorrow."
"What do you mean, can't? You gonna lose your voice tomorrow?"
"I mean I want to talk to you about a personal subject. The others will be around us and…I want to talk to you alone."
At this, Wolfram pried open an eye. "Alone? About what?"
Yuri kept quiet, beginning to regret his decision as he predicted Wolfram's possibly angered reaction. "Well…"
"Yuri, you better tell me or-"
"Conrad told me about the night he killed Khalid."
Yuri shut his eyes, fearing an explosive reaction. When silence offered itself as its response, Yuri peeked at Wolfram. The boy had grown deathly pale and carried a depressing face; his usual passionate eyes having dimmed into oblivion.
Slowly, Yuri brought himself to sit up, just as Wolfram had done. "Wolfram?"
"I see," Wolfram whispered and then discharged a huff of air that Yuri alleged to be a tiny laugh. "So, he told you of that tragic night under a full moon."
The sarcasm did not amuse Yuri and although Conrad failed to mention a full moon, he nodded in agreement. Wolfram dropped his eyes to the sheets. "So what of it?" he asked after a short moment's thought.
"What?" Yuri asked, taken back by the question.
"Why are you telling me?"
"I just…thought you should know. I don't like keeping secrets."
Wolfram stroked the sheets absentmindedly and discovered the connection Yuri was attempting to inform of. "So that is what you were talking to Conrart about," he declared, appearing bored.
"Yeah. I just…I was wondering if you could give me more information. I…still had some questions I wanted to ask him," Yuri explained while requesting Wolfram's assistance on the matter.
Deciding that sleep was possibly not going to be obtained so easily that night, Wolfram adjusted the pillow so he could remain upright while still leaning against it. "So what do you wish to know?"
As Yuri himself got adjusted to a comfortable position, he considered the many questions rummaging around his mind. "What did Khalid look like?" he finally asked, settling on a simple question in hopes of relaxing Wolfram. The boy, although reclining, appeared extremely tense.
"His looks? Why do you care, you cheater?"
"N-No! I just…It's hard for me to hear about a person without knowing what they look like, is all."
Wolfram pierced Yuri with a small glare but finally set his eyes on the curtains draping the posts of the bed. "He was tall, a few inches taller than Conrart," he began, his voice filling with peace, " he had lovely golden eyes and a delicately strong face. With regards to his nearly black hair, it was parted in the middle and it was thick. He had shorter layers in the front so it always framed his face but when it got pass his ears, he tied it back with a red ribbon. He had a warrior's body…"
"He sounds impressive."
"Cheater."
Yuri gave an anxious laugh. "Uh…But uh…what was he like? Personality wise, I mean."
By this point, Wolfram's eyes had gracefully closed and his body, no longer tense, relaxed. "He was strong, an excellent leader that was both harsh and kind. He never really smiled but his eyes were always soft around certain people," he mumbled slowly, sleep establishing itself on Wolfram.
Yuri recognized it and frowned. He had at least one more question to ask Wolfram before the boy slipped away from reality. "Did you love him?" he asked nervously, leaning closer to Wolfram's lips in hopes of catching any words.
Wolfram shifted his body to his right side, the pillow slowly slipping back down to lie horizontally on the bed. Wolfram draped the blankets around himself and quietly murmured something.
Quietly, Yuri settled himself back into the bed and stared ahead, his mind wandering. What had provoked him to ask such a question? He should have asked what had begun Conrad's distrusting attitude toward Khalid. It's not as if he cared if Wolfram loved him but…
Do I care?
Grumbling at his self evaluation, Yuri tugged on the blanket, turned his back to Wolfram, and shut his eyes. Any thoughts regarding the matter will be dealt with tomorrow he insisted to himself. Right now, sleep was needed and the questions regarding Khalid and Yuri's sudden interest in Wolfram's life only implied that he needed a lot of it. As his mind shifted into dreams a small smile mechanically imprinted itself on his face as his mind recalled Wolfram's answer.
'No'.
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Thanks again for the reviewers! I do hope you all continue to motivate me.
Please do express your thoughts/emotions/opinions on this chapter, especially regarding Conrad's POV tale. I was very hesitant about it since, despite my attempt to keep in character, I also introduced a darker side to him. I hope it went well. I do enjoy graphic details, what can I say? Although there weren't too many graphic details on that particular part, compared to what I have in store for later chapters…
Just in case you're interested as to how Hide-and-Go-Tag is executed, it goes simple like this:
One person is it, the rest hide while 'It' counts. After counting, 'It' must find and tag at least one person while the hiders try to touch the safe point. Once 'It' tags someone, he calls out 'New It' and the remaining hiders (and the old 'It') must dash for the safe point. The new 'It' has a chance to tag someone before they all reach the safe point in order to transfer their 'It-ness', but if all the hiders touch the safe point, the new 'It' has to count while the previous hiders and old 'It' hide. Also, if the old 'It' was unable to tag any hiders before they all reached the safe point, they have to still be 'It' for the next round.
Go out and try it in a public place. It's fun and it's a good cardio work if you have a persistent 'It' who chases you around the whole place.
So if you're still interested for more, express your desire for it. I was so amazed at how many people reviewed for the first chapter and it truly motivated me to post this chapter quickly. Yay!
I also apologize for any grammatical/spelling errors, yet again.
Thanks again.
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