Title: Nowhere to run

Chapter 5

Written by: Lisse08

A/N Aw. Finally, I managed to complete this. Enjoy. :smile:

"Wolfram!!" Yuuri shrieked. His voice nearly crumbled down the old structure of the wall. That was it.

He felt a sudden renewed energy flew through him.

Greater than ever.

Xxxx Conrad xxxX

Did I do this…?

The hold of the sword was so real. Indeed, it was still lingering in his palms even though there was only air around his hand. The solid feeling and how he had swung it down, right into the flesh of his own brother. Terror ran down his spine.

His hand shaking tremendously, Wolfram's palms that were holding him failed to steady him down. Of course he couldn't! Why could Wolfram still smile like that?

"Thanks for freeing me."

Conrad was tongue-tied. No. His only little brother. His voice was so weak, like a ghost. He pressed his other palm over the gushing blood, making the blonde squirmed. He wished to stop the unceasing bleeding. He wanted it to stop so badly.

He jerked slightly at the cold touch on his face.

"There… is no need to… cry…"

Blinking, he realized that Wolfram was right. Forbidden tears were cascading down his cheek. When was the last time he cried for someone subconsciously? Julia's death?

"Wolfram. You must hold on." He urged, not bothering to disguise his anguish anymore. Wolfram forced a laugh, causing him to retch. Blood spurted.

"Don't do that!" Conrad reprimanded but squeezed his hands tighter. 'What should I do? What can I do before I lose you?'

"For how long?" Wolfram shook his head.

"Until we get out of here."

"Until we get out of here?"

They both said it at the same time, only while Conrad meant it as an assurance, Wolfram meant it as a question, a doubt.

"Don't… think I could last… that long."

Conrad was about to shout again at his brother but was interjected by a twist of event.

"Conrad!!" A deep hoarse voice violated the silence.

'Yuuri!' They both turned towards the door and suddenly it was flung open, in came the Maou of Shin Makoku. His hair was no longer short, but extending down towards his shoulder. His eyes were that of the mature adult, but asides from that, there was intense fury – the intension to kill.

Yuuri swept his eyes over to the brunette then to the blonde. Blood was visible on the entwined hands. His heart sank.

Wolfram…

No way…

Conrad, bewildered at the sudden appearance of Yuuri, heard an angry scowl from behind.

"Who are you?"

"How dare you do this to Wolfram??" Without bothering to answer the question, beast overtook Yuuri's body. His fist tightened into ball.

Power released through every particles in his nerves.

"You're going to pay for it." The judgement fell as the room shook uncontrollably. Conrad stood his ground, his hand still holding onto the weakening prince.

"Nope. I don't think so." Smirking, the boy disappeared again without a trace. Anger corpse through his blood, his magic, stored at its fullest, pleading for release. Yuuri directed them towards the glass, bursting it immediately.

"Yuuri."

"Don't…" Yuuri's voice… It was his real wimpy voice, Wolfram thought and felt a single hot drop of tear on his hand. No, it wasn't his. He was too weak to even talk. He looked up again, seeing into the teary black. His dizziness wouldn't allow him to hear anymore. Even his vision was blurring.

Or was it?

Distantly, he heard a continuous loud rumbling noise. Tiredness was getting him. He knew he couldn't hold on. Both Yuuri and Conrad turned back to him, with a face as white as a ghost. What was it?

He never had a chance to find it out.

Xxxx Yuuri xxxX

"WOLFRAM! NO. Conrad, his hand, it's so cold!"

Conrad slipped the unconscious blonde's arm over his shoulder without thinking. "We need to move."

"C'mon! Talk to me!"

"Yuuri!! We'd be drowning if we don't move now!" Conrad said. "Help me, please." The rumbling voice was increasing in their ears, the wall around them, shaking. Yuuri regretted. Possibly it was due to his blasting of magic just now, he had forgotten that they were under the sea. His heart sank at the thought.

"Where could we escape to?"

"Anywhere is better than doing nothing."

"But we can't move him about, it might worsen the bleeding."

"Then…" To his surprise, Conrad slowly put down the prince's arms.

"What…?"

"I'll have to at least save you." Shock, Yuuri didn't have a chance to protest when he felt himself lifted up by the soldier into the air. "BUT!" he kicked, panicked coloured his tone. "WOLFRAM! HOW ABOUT HIM?!" His shrieked louder. Conrad had now really taking him out the room, running.

"NO WAY!" Yuuri shouted, his hand hitting his godfather's back. "WOLFRAM!" They were running further and further away from him. Furious, lost and guilt balanced in his tray. He couldn't stand the idea of leaving the helpless Wolfram to die.

"LET ME DOWN, CONRAD! I'm giving this as an order!"

"I'm sorry. It looks like I have to disobey that order." Conrad reported, footsteps not stopping at all. Yuuri felt the bouncing against his ribs as Conrad ran.

"LET ME DOWN!" With all his might, Yuuri gave a push at the soldier. He landed hard onto the ground, his butt hurting.

"Heika, Wolfram wouldn't want you to die with him either! Please understand." Yuuri couldn't take in anything. He shook his head frantically in denial, refusing to believe the truth.

He was about to get up again, to go back, to hold him again… when he heard the crushing water, loud and fierce. His eyes rounded in pure disbelief as he saw the blue sea crashed into the room where they just left.

He heard his mouth shouting one syllabus while a strong arm circled around his waist. "We must leave!" Out of calculations, the water rushed back towards them at a bullet-train speed. He knew he heard Conrad's shout. A cold strong of force hit against his head and body. Water entered his nostril, into his lungs. He was having difficulty to breath, but all the while, all he could think of was only how lonely the blonde was.

Xxxx

If death has its definition, this should be it. For the very least, Wolfram was glad that it was painless. It felt like a dream.

He opened his eyes, feeling as if they had not been functioning for ages. Re-starting his body for the first time, they were heavy. Green, blue and white entered his vision. Where was the red blood? Where was the water? Where was the pain? They were nowhere in view.

A vast blue sky replaced his scenery, a colour of forget-me-not. Surrounding him was the garden, to his surprise, the flower garden that his mother had planted. He focused his eyes further and caught a man standing amongst the swaying fragile flowers along with the gush of wind. He squirmed, as the man walked nearer to him.

It was as if his voice was muted. Silent scream escaped his mouth as he gaped at the boy whose face could be recognized at one gaze by him, it was imprinted deep in his head, the boy who had killed him.

"Why are you so surprised?" He smiled, chills penetrated Wolfram's bones.

"W-Where is this place?"

He took a mocking look around the place before turning back at the wolf.

"Some people called it heaven. Some people called it hell. Me? I called it 'death'."

Wolfram's heart stopped. Gasping was all he could do from not passing out from shock. He stared at the boy, disbelief.

"Yes, Wolfram, this is death." He grinned, flashing his teeth that were rotting away. "You're dead."

XxxxxX

The light shone through the water. So clear and bright. Wait… light?

Yuuri sat bolt upright. He was feeling ground, the grass green ground. With a jolt, he realized that they were back, in Shin Makoku. What happened? Where is the water?

"Heika." He turned so suddenly, nearly snapping his head. Conrad smiled. "You're awake?" The thought hit him, as if strike by thunder.

"Where's Wolf?!"

"Are you talking about me?" He widened his eyes in shock. "Wolf?"

"Wimp. Who do you think I'm? A ghost?" This is impossible. The blonde was wearing that charming smile. He did a quick swept over his body. There was no sign of injury. He seemed to be perfectly fine.

"You're alright…?"

"What?"

'Is that… a dream?' If yes… Subconsciously, he felt his hand reaching out, tracing the outlines of the blonde. He felt the tears creeping out without permissions.

'Impossible…' The pale cheek was filled with a mixture of red as he continued to caress his fiancé. He felt the need to do this, to imprint deeply into his head with this message that all of this was for real.

"Y-Yuuri?" The lips stuttered. 'And the last time I saw it, it was a pale white sheet of paper…' He smiled.

"St-Stop it, Yuuri! You are creeping me out!" Wolfram shouted, slapping his hand away. In reality, it was because his touch tingle his nerves. He wasn't comfortable with this sudden change of behaviour in his king.

But instead of receiving a nervous awkward laugh from his fiancé, Yuuri caught back his wrist. Startled, they shared the eye contact for five seconds. No one dared to break it. Then, without any words of warning, Yuuri forced his weight onto the blonde.

Emerald eyes widened, shock caused him unable to react.

"I'm glad you're alive, Wolfram." Tears choked his voice. Wolfram knew he need to snap out of it, but all these happened too fast for his brain to absorb, for it to differentiate which is real and which is dream. He continued to remain motionless, listening. Only the motor to his hands seemed to be functioning, trembling.

"When I thought that I'd loss you forever, I was devastated. I'm sorry, you probably think that I'm talking nonsense…" He wiped off his tears, looking up at Conrad who gave his bow and a smile. He backed off from the scene, giving them privacy. Yuuri directed his gaze into the green ones, holding them.

"I can't imagine a future without you."

One...

The numbed mind refused to work. He stayed still, even when Yuuri ever-so-carefully leaned in towards his face.

And kissed him.

He managed to get his eyes closed at last, savouring in the sweet taste that he had longed for so long, without knowing the reasons.

XxxxX

Wolfram climbed into the bed, where the double black was already resting. That was rare, for Yuuri was always the second in the past. He gave an annoyed look at the king, who was eyeing him with a gleam that he had never seen before. The black eyes never averted from his place. It was getting uncomfortable because he could even feel the gaze even when he turned his back at him, ready to sleep. Finally, unable to stand it, Wolfram spun around to face him.

"Spit it out, Yuuri. You have been acting strange since this afternoon." The sheepish grin was back, it melted the blonde's heart nevertheless.

"I had a dream." Yuuri began. With thumping heart, Wolfram listened what was stored for him. "There was Conrad, me and ... you." His heart skipped beats when the black met green. "We were trapped in a hospital, in my world."

"Y-You bring me to your world?" His voice was ghostly.

Two...

"Yes. You're ill. There was no other choice since no one in Shin Makoku knew what the cause was." Yuuri sighed and continued. "There was nowhere to run. Stairs and lift disappeared. Water entrapped us from outside. And there, was a little boy, who imposed Conrad. We are all separated." Yuuri leaned closer to his side. Stunned, Wolfram stared at the dazzling black, feeling something rippled in his memory. It was faint, he tried to catch the piece but it slipped out from his hand everything he caught it. Why?

"He tortured you, I don't know how, when I finally got to your place, I saw Conrad piercing your stomach with his sword. And then, water started gushing in, once again, forcing us apart. I couldn't save you." Wolfram nearly jumped from the touch. He looked down on the hand that was caressing his softly.

"T-They were all dreams, Yuuri." Wolfram commented, trying desperately to calm his heart. 'Aren't they?'

"Yes, they are." Yuuri said. His hand sneaked behind his waist, pulling his fiancé so close and suddenly that their noses were touching. "But I was sure that I learnt something from that dream."

"What...?"

Despite Yuuri's reassurance, despite Yuuri's kisses and hug...

"I don't want to lose you, anymore."

Why doesn't he feel any warmth?

Three...

Our pact, you can't escape it.

What was bothering him?

XxxxxX

He woke up from the gentle poking of the light. The tingling numbness of his arms budged him. Yuuri blinked for a few times before the familiar fragrance switched on his brain in a spark. Relief washed through him.

"Wolfram." The beauty has his eyes closed, sleeping peacefully. What happened yesterday felt like a dream, a nightmare. He wished he had never taken his fiancé over to Earth. But again... the grin spread...

If it's not because of that, he might still not appreciate Wolfram's existence. Gently, he brushed a light finger over the wolf's cheek that was smooth as silk. It urged him to bend down, and replaced his touch with his kiss.

Four.

As he continued to admire his fiancé, he found something dead wrong. Anxious, he pulled down the quilt, hoping that it was just his imagination.

"Wolfram." The chest wasn't rising. Heart racing, he leaned in and listened.

"Wolfram?" There was no breathing.

"Wolfram!" Dread kicked in. He shook the blonde, gently at first. When there was no response, gentleness began to wear off. He inflicted a harder shaking, but Wolfram remained motionless. Knocks began raining on his chamber door. Shouts could be heard, demanding of the situation going on inside. Tears rushed out from his eyes. He can't believe this.

"WOLFRAM!!"

Time's up.

XxxxX

"But this is not the end, yet. I can help you, Wolfram." The boy grinned sinisterly.

"I don't see how."

"You want a second chance, don't you? I can grant you that."

"Stop kidding with me! You're the one who did this to me!" He raised his two fingers in parallel position, ready to summon.

"Save your energy. Your magic won't work on me here. It's fate, Wolf. I can choose to ignore you and moved on, but I want to help. So, do you want it or not?" The blonde's brows twitched. True, he wanted to live. This isn't fair to him to die just like this. Yuuri still haven't accepted his love.

"I'll take it." He replied simply.

"Granted. But with conditions."

"What do you mean by that!?" Wolfram shouted but he felt his voice choked in his own throat. Dimly, he heard the eerie voice in his brain, shaking his world.

XxxxX

There's nowhere to run, Wolfram.

Hadn't I told you before what does 4 mean...?

It means death.

END