Hi guys! I just finished baking some Christmas cookies and remembered I'm nowhere near finished posting this story!

So here's another chapter

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Chapter 9: Yuuri's POV

We are running in the direction I think Wolfram is. Actually I have no idea of where he is, or where we are for that matter, I have never been to this side of the Bielefeld lands. But something tells me I'm going in the right direction. This is exactly like my dream, I run because someone is calling me, I run because he is calling me, even though I cannot hear him, I know he's calling.

"Shibuya, I see a fire right in front of us" Murata says from behind me, I look up and see a little line of smoke coming from between some trees up ahead, probably a small bonfire. He must be there!

"Okay, Murata, are you with me on this? I'm gonna need your help" I say without stopping.

"Of course!" he yells back, I'm not looking at him, but I know exactly what face he's making. That makes me feel a little more confident.

When we get to the place, what we see makes the both of us gasp. It's Wolfram's troops camp. All the man are on the ground, most of them seem only unconscious, hypnotised maybe?, but they look malnourished, dirty, halfway to death.

Those who weren't so lucky are dead on the floor. The smell coming from the bodies is horrible, both Murata and I cover our mouths and noses with one hand. They must have been here like this for at least two days, exposed to the heat. Their bodies were massacred and big stains of dried blood fill the ground.

My heart stops. I begin running like a madman. I look at every soldier, I lift the bodies that are piled up, not caring about the smell or the filth, while my tears run out of control.

I can feel Murata's sad gaze on my back but I don't stop until I look at every body on the ground. "He's not here!" I scream between joy and concern. At least he's not dead. I can feel Murata breathing again. Apparently I was holding my breath too.

He puts a hand in my shoulder and squeezes it. "We have to keep looking" he says, I nod in agreement. However, before we can even move I feel a strange energy approaching us. "What is that?" I ask Murata who has gone into Sage mode.

"I have no idea" that can't be good.

I can see some purple looking smoke coming in our direction from everywhere. Before I can realize, we are surrounded. The smoke starts to take a human-like shape and in about thirty seconds we see ourselves in the middle of a circle of purple aren't exactly purple, their ninja style clothing is.

But this is no time to ponder around their choices in fashion. I take a deep breath and call onto the Maou's powers. I can feel Murata, with his hand still in my shoulder, letting me borrow his power. A light blue aura surrounds me and a pure white one surrounds him.

I lift myself in the sky while Murata stays on the ground. I call upon my water dragons and launch my first attack, but when they reach the purple ninjas, they become smoke again. I look down and see a couple of them are going after Murata, who's still concentrating his powers on me. I cover him up with a barrier and look up again.

"Thank you" I hear him say inside of my head. "Yeah, you're welcome" I still haven't gotten completely used to this telepathic communication, but whatever.

"What are we going to do? I can't hit them if they turn into smoke and I haven't learned to do much more by myself without letting the Maou take over" I say to him while trying over and over to hit the purple ninjas.

"Letting the Maou's soul take over is dangerous, we never know what he may do. We'll have to figure out another way" he answers still inside my head.

I'm about to try once more when a sharp pain pierces my heart. The tears start flowing again and I can hear that song I heard humming in my dream getting further and further away. Wolfram's voice is calling, and it gets weaker and weaker. I fall to my knees, even though I'm floating. I cover my ears with my hand.

"WOLFRAM!"

I yell so loudly I can hear groups of birds flying off. I need you, where are you? where are you calling me from?

"Shibuya..." I can hear Murata saying that on the ground, he sounds so hurt. I'm sorry Murata, I didn't mean to put you through this as well.

Suddenly all the purple ninjas become smoke again and begin dispersing amongst the trees. I come back down, next to Murata and almost fall. I have very little energy left, but I need to find him.

"Shibuya, there!" Murata is pointing in some random direction, I follow his finger with my eyes and notice it, a little further away there is some sort of hole on the ground and I think I can see a door in it. We run to the spot and find this hole has stairs and leads to a small iron door that is left unlocked.

We open it and start running through some dark hallways. There is not a single person in sight or a single candle lit, but I can feel something in here, something calling me in a certain direction.

We reach a door, and as soon as I touch the doorknob the voice in my head stops. I can see Wolfram's figure leaving, walking away, saying goodbye. I froze.

"What's wrong?" Murata asks, but I don't have the strength to answer, I open the door and praying to every god I have heard of, that he's still alive.

It takes me a few seconds to adjust to the light. There is only one small candle lit on a table near the left wall. On the floor there are pieces of rotten food, faeces, and dead rats, apparently living ones as well.

I look at the furthest wall and there he is. His small body lying lifeless on the ground, just like in my dream. His clothes are ragged and dirty, his golden locks are covered in blood, and so is the rest of his angelical face.

Murata is looking away. I would do the same myself, but I have to make sure.

I walk to him and kneel beside him. I take his body in my arms and look at his pale skin, his eyes are closed, he looks so beautiful, like a fallen angel. I check his pulse, and nothing. I lean over to his face to feel his breathing, but nothing.

"Wolf... please don't do this to me... Please wake up..." I say sobbing now.

I concentrate my marioku once more and put my hand in his chest, where his heart is. I almost have no energy left, but maybe, just maybe, if this can work, then I'll just do it. I know Murata wants to stop me, I could kill myself doing this, I know, but I don't care.

What am I supposed to do without him?

Suddenly I feel Murata's energy running through my body again. I look at him and he smiles at me. He has his right palm open in my direction.

"Thank you..."

I concentrate all the energy on Wolfram's body and when I'm about to give up I see something. His cheeks are regaining their color. His chest jumps. Oh dear God he's breathing.

I hug him and back away to see his face.

"Wolf, Wolf, wake up, can you hear me?" I'm still crying, call me a wimp all you want Wolf, but open your eyes.

Slowly, those long blond eyelashes start to move, and soon the emerald lakes I love so much are looking at me. I hug him again and I can hear Murata letting out a big sigh of relief. Wolfram finally opens up his mouth to speak, but what he says, takes the life out of me...

"Who are you?"