YES! Another chapter DOWN! ^_^ I meant to make this chapter a little longer but if I did, it would have started into my secret plain into next chapter and I wouldn't of been able to update today. So sorry, that it is a little shorter than what I have been aiming for. ^_^ Also I am shocked no one commented on the little cute things I added into last chapter, I thought they were funny...TT-TT Just kidding!^_^

Disclaimer: I do not own Loveless or Kyou Kara Maoh, but that doesn't stop me from imaging all the things that they could do.

Now, I am sorry in advance if I messed up any names! The anime version seems to flip back and forth between two different spellings. ENJOY!

Frantic Thoughts And Unexpected Turners

Something is not right… was the only thought that raced through his mind, accelerating his heart and cramping it into a painful knot that kept throbbing.

He shuffled the papers on his desk, looking at each in turn but not absorbing any of their information. He finally gave up, sighing heavily and moving his papers into a neat pile, before rising to his feet, his hand instantly resting on the hilt of his sword.

He quickly crossed the length of his office, forcefully tugging the door open and striding down the hall. His face creased in worry, as he allowed his feet to carry him forward down the multitude of halls. Suddenly his stomach dropped and his heart clenched in agony, his feet sped up, hurtling down the hall to a set of double doors. He slammed into the doors, pushing them roughly open and pausing in the doorway as he spotted two figures standing near a table.

"GWEN!" came a small cry and a small body came hurtling towards him.

Gwendal instantly caught the little girl in his arms, but his eyes never left his long time friend.

"What has happened here?" Gwendal asked, his voice not betraying his painful emotions.

"We were in the middle of our lesson when we heard the sound of breaking glass." Gunter supplied, opening his arms as a gesture to get the frightened princess back. "I do not know what the cause was, but I am worried. Ritsuka was over there."

At those words, Gwendal instantly handed over Greta. He began running down the aisles of books, looking for any hint of the boy, his heart dropping with every step he took. He finally made it to the last row when he spotted shards of glass covering the floor. He froze in his tracks, his eyes locking on blood that was slowly sliding down a broken piece of the window pane.

Gwendal's mind went utterly blank, only one name filling its space, Ritsuka.

"GWENDAL!" came a mind shattering yell as hands grabbed his arms and wrenched him back, startling Gwendal from his blank mind.

He was shocked to find himself standing on the window seat, one leg out the broken window. He swiveled his head around to see his middle brother, anxiety covering his face.

"What do you think you were doing?" Conrad barked out, a little harsher than he had intended to sound.

Gwendal couldn't respond, his thoughts still focused onto one person, Ritsuka.

*~*~*~*(Somewhere Else, About Three Days Later)*~*~*~*

"Are you sure this is the boy we were looking for?" a bell like voice questioned, as the woman leaned back in her high back throne, her hand coming up to prop up her head in a lazy manner, as her eyes stared intensely at the slightly graveling man.

The man bowed his head further, his long black hair shifting over his shoulders as it escaped his tie. His voice deep and pained, rasped out, "Yes, My Lady. He is the one we have been looking for, the traveler from another world. But there was an unexpected development."

The woman arched a blonde brow at this intriguing news, gesturing with her free hand for him to continue.

"When we found the boy, he was with the Mazoku. It seems that he has grown close to the Maou and his closest advisers. But when we finally made our move to take him, he was in the library." Here he paused, as he reached into the folds of his clothes and pulled out a slim green volume, "He had been reading this book."

At this he rose to his feet and slowly made his way up to the beautiful woman on the throne, his head still bowed. When he reached her he handed her the small book, before returning to his original position on the floor. The woman looked at the warn book that had been offered to her, her eyes widening in surprise at the golden lettering that was written across the cover. She flipped it open, letting the pages slide through her fingers and seeing the unreadable words written across the page.

She stood at this and made her way down the steps, her gaze intense along the wall where the same language was written across it. She walked up to the ancient stone wall and traced her fingers along one of the twisting carvings of a letter, a smile curving her lips up in excitement.

"Are you sure?" her voice rang out, not even trying to hide her sudden excitement, "Are you sure he can read it?"

There was a pause for the briefest moment before the man spoke in his pained voice, "It is not for certain, we are assuming so since he was holding the book. But the one to actually capture him distinctly remembers hearing the boy read out the title."

The woman smiled again, turning away from the wall and fixing her golden eyes on the man who was still bowing. She walked slowly towards him, watching him pant slightly from the stress his body caused him. When she was within a few feet of him, she reached out her hand to the man and a green aura incases his body.

"Good work, Jenus."

*~*~*~*(In A Prison Cell)*~*~*~*

The only thing that registered first in his mind was pain, a throbbing pain that made him whimper and his eyes screw shut in an attempt to block the agony that was coursing up his body. As he lay there, he could feel the pain ebb away slightly, that or he was simply getting used to the pain. His eyes slowly fluttered open, widening in shock when he was finally able to make out his surroundings.

Stone walls surrounded him in a tiny cell; the only entrance was covered in iron bars that were thick and close together to prevent escape. There was little light, coming mostly from outside the cell. Ritsuka tried to roll over from his position on the floor, but realized that his hands were bound behind his back as well as his legs, and the longer he inspected himself he noticed that a portion of his pain was coming from his left thigh where there were bandages that held large areas of red stains across it.

As Ritsuka was about to test the strength of his bonds, the iron door of his cell creaked open, a dark figure standing in the door way looking at him. Ritsuka tried to take in the dark figures features, but was coming up empty.

"I see that you have awakened at last. We were beginning to worry that you might have lost too much blood and wouldn't wake up." The man's deep voice ghosted across the tiny cell, almost making Ritsuka shudder at the very sound of it.

"Who are y-you?" Ritsuka croaked out, noticing how dry his throat was and trying to hide his increasing fear behind his bravado. "And how long have I been here?"

"You have been unconscious for three days, but you have only been here for a few hours." came that deep voice, the man turning on his heel. "As for who I am, you do not really need to know that."

Ritsuka could feel his temper flare slightly at that, his ears flattening down and his tail twitching, until he heard the same voice murmur to someone else outside his cell, "Get him up. The Lady wishes to see him."

Ritsuka focused his attention outside his door just in time to see two men, with matching outfits and the lower half of their faces covered by veils, stride into his room, one holding a very deadly looking knife. Ritsuka tried to squirm away, but was roughly grabbed by the hair causing a yelp to escape his lips, as the other cut the ropes off his bruised ankles. He was dragged to his feet by his hair, and the moment he had his feet under him, he was shoved forward, almost causing him to fall flat on his face.

Ritsuka held back the whimpers and tears that threatened to escape as horrendous pain shot up his leg, causing him to limp forward and out the barred door. Ritsuka turned his head and spotted the man waiting for him, an emotionless expression covering the relatively handsome face. The man turned without a word and began walking down the hall, Ritsuka struggling to keep up on his bandaged leg, as the two other men pushed him along.

Ritsuka paid no attention to his surroundings, focusing with all his might not to place too much weight on his leg and preventing himself from crying out in front of these men.

He heard the sound of doors opening ahead of him and he realized that he had walked into a large room that held writing across the walls and a large throne on one end with a figure sitting on it covered in shadows. He turned his head around just in time to see the door close behind him, before turning back and seeing that it was only the deep voice man and the one on the throne who were in the room with him. He watched the man walk up to the stairs that lead to the throne and bow deeply to the figure who sat perched there. He struggled a little bit more into the room and fixed a glare, that he hoped held none of his fear and pain, onto the shrouded figure.

A light chuckle floated around the room, as the figure stood and stepped out of the shadows to reveal it's self as a woman. She stood for a moment at the top of the stairs, her eyes utterly focused on Ritsuka with an almost predatory gleam, before she started to descend the steps.

"So this is the boy." The woman stated in her clear bell like voice, as her golden eyes roamed over his face. "How interesting, I have never seen such features before. Tell me child what is your name?"

Ritsuka remained silent, his fear paralyzing him to the spot, but he refused to answer her questions. He watched as the woman arched a blonde eyebrow at him before a too sweet smile crossed her lips.

"Come now, young one. Do not be like that. We have so much to talk about. I have a few deals to make with you, but first I need a few answers. Now tell me can you read this?" The woman probed, holding up the slim volume in her delicate fingers.

Ritsuka shook his head, refusing to utter a single word, as his ears flattened to his head and his tail circled around him.

"You're lying." the voice came, an edge to it this time. "Jenus has informed me that you were holding this book and you had read the cover out loud. Now, would you like to try that again?"

Ritsuka remained silent, trying to stop the trembling in his frame.

"Very well, young one. You are only making this harder for you and I will have no choice but to force your hand in all of our deals, for there is more than just this one way to get the answers that I need." Her voice now holding a tad of remorse, but the hard edge remained.

Ritsuka watched with wide eyes as the woman's eyes went from a golden hue to a glowing blue.

*~*~*~*(BREAK)*~*~*~*

THAT'S IT! (For now) ^_^ I hoped you liked it! Now, I might be taking a while longer for the next chapter for two different reasons: 1- I intend to make it longer which means for some reason that I type slower. And 2- I have finals these next few weeks so it is kind of important to focus on them. I will try to keep to my standard of updating at least once a week, but forgive me if you see that I am running a little behind. Now reviews are appreciated, and any questions I am free to answer them.

Also on a side note: Does Gwendal say anything when he uses his earth abilities? Like Wolfram has a whole little speech he gives before he activates his power, I was wondering if Gwen had one and if so what it was? If you know please TELL ME! ^_^ Thanks again for reading!