Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Pulled in Two Directions ❯ The White Dragon ( Chapter 8 )

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"That's it right there," Wolfram pointed out as they approached the large orb. As soon as Yuri neared it, it began to crack open again. The piece hovered and rotated around the figurines. Varyx and Ken glanced at each other before each taking a hold of Yuri and Wolfram's shoulders, just in case. Yuri subconsciously took hold of Wolfram's hand and used the other to reach towards the orb. The entire group disappeared this time, along with the orb itself.

Anime/Manga: Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Romance / Drama / Adventure | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.04.2013 | Updated On: 01.14.2017 | Pages: 9 | Words: 4.8K | Visits: 156 | Status: Work In Progress

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Chapter 8: The White Dragon

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"I don't think that it's right to keep Wolfram out of this discussion," Conrad said as he sat down akimbo on top of an orange cloud. Gwendal, Günter, Yozak, Varyx, and himself were in an in-between dimension niche. At first, the group was concerned that Varyx had not retained his powers in the form that he was currently in, but the violet-eyed dragon managed to prove them wrong. Thus, they were able to cross over to the niche that they were holding their meeting in.

"He is far too busy warming Yuri's bed," Varyx huffed indignantly.

"To include Wolfram would have made it impossible that Yuri not be included as well, and we don't know how closely the Demon King has him monitored," Gwendal stated.

"We don't even know if he's monitoring us right now," Günter added.

"Now, I highly doubt that," Yozak drawled with a slight shake of his head. "Niches have always been 'out of range' for any kind of tracing spell."

"Alright," Conrad conceded with a sigh. "Now that we're here, we should figure out our next logical step."

"This is what we do know," Varyx began as he recounted everything that came to mind. "Yuri is a half-demon that originated from Drow Neztirix and was sent to Earth because of a vision that came to Lady Ulrike." He glanced at Conrad to verify the information and the brown-haired man nodded for him to continue. "The Demon King claims that something is wrong with the relic core of Drow Neztirix and that only another relic could replace it..."

"Sounds like it involves stealing another world's core to me," Yozak noted.

"First, he attempts to get on Yuri's...good graces...by offering Wolfram to him as a gift." Varyx continued to think aloud. "Only to prod at him later on as if he were some caged dragon in order to see just how hot the temperature of his fire would be-"

"And by 'fire', you mean Yuri's power," Gwendal added. "But, the vision that Lady Ulrike saw mentioned nothing about Yuri taking over as the Demon King of this land. Does the King see Yuri as a threat?"

"But, if the Demon King sees Yuri as a threat, why would he enlist his aide in the first place?" Günter wondered.

Silence fell over the five men for a moment.

"Damn." Yozak stretched and shifted his position to flop back on the clouds that made up their ground. He stared up at the sunset-hued sky. "Doesn't matter which way you cut it, you just can't shake off the feeling that we're nothing but puppets that are being tugged every which way by the King for his sole amusement."

Varyx glanced down at Ken. His pointed ears noted the young man's breathing pattern and the dragon realized that he wasn't truly asleep. When he was in his original form, his accommodations involved a cave near the border of the kingdom. In his demon form, his accommodations were situated in the room next to Ken's. Though he didn't have much difficulty controlling his powers or the physical aspects of his new form, he did have difficulty controlling his emotions. They...confused him.

Being in a demon form concerned him. He wanted to confront the Demon King and toss the talisman at his feet, demanding to be changed into his original form, but the demon brothers kept him from storming to the Demon King's chambers. The truth was that no one knew exactly what had caused his form to change. Varyx suspected that it had something to do with Yuri's power surge. Luckily, he was still able to have the use of his powers, as limited as they currently were. If he was patient, perhaps the rest of his power would regenerate and he would be able to change back at will.

A millennium had passed since his world had been destroyed. Varyx had spent a good century in frustration until he let Julia's words sink in. She told him 'you have to bring him to us.' And that meant that there was a chance that he could return to that world, somehow...even if it meant that he had to remain there. Such a thought had never bothered him until recently.

"How is that working out for you?" Ken whispered calmly with his eyes closed. "Sneaking out to secret meetings without me?" When his black eyes opened, they weren't set in a glare, but a hint of irritation still glinted within them.

Varyx didn't flinch, but the look in Ken's eyes brought forth a strange reaction in his body. Even though the young man was clearly angry with him, Varyx couldn't help but appreciate the fire behind those dark eyes that were so different from his own. "We don't know how closely you both are being watched. We only reviewed what we knew."

"Why do you worry about my safety so much?" Ken asked as he lifted himself into a sitting position. "Yuri aside, that is."

Slitted violet eyes shifted a bit. "I care for the safety of every innocent being in the kingdom-"

"Why do you worry about my safety so much?" Ken repeated sharply, reaching out to squeeze one of the dragon's hands in a tight grip.

"Ken..." Varyx hissed at the sharp pressure of their hands.

"This is nothing compared to the bite you once gave my hand," Ken replied with a half-smirk. He wasn't even violent by nature, the dragon's demon form must have been more sensitive than he had wagered. "Now, answer me honestly."

Varyx's movements were swift. He tugged his hand away from Ken's grip and, in the same moment, used his other hand to tug Ken closer by the front of his pajama top. "I don't know, alright?" His eyelids fell to half-mast and he released him. "I don't know..."

"It really is a shame," Ken replied, avoiding eye contact this time. "That I no longer know what you are thinking."

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"They say that none of us even look related," A small, younger, Wolfram complained to his mother with a pout. "And I don't like what they say about Conrad because he has no magic."

"Does it matter all that much what others think of your family?" Lady Celi questioned. "Though you had different fathers, all three of you share the same blood, my blood. And all of you have my love and each other."

"What was my father like?" Wolfram asked hesitantly.

"He was strong and powerful," Lady Celi replied. "As well as respected." A smile formed on her face. "And he was very...golden."

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Wolfram frowned as thoughts of his mother lingered in his mind as he woke up. The only family he knew consisted of his mother and brothers. His eldest brother, Gwendal, was tasked with being the head of their family unit and worked directly under the Demon King. His middle brother, Conrad, had been given a mission by an oracle to safeguard a half-demon baby that turned out to be Yuri. The brown-haired man wasn't allowed to reveal where he was to travel, but Wolfram had assumed it was to be some other country, not another world entirely! He hadn't even recognized him at first on his return. The blonde was rather angry with his brother for staying away for so long, but for some reason, all of his anger dissipated during the first few weeks of Conrad's return. Wolfram supposed that he had missed his brother more than he had allowed himself to believe.

And that left his mother, Lady Cecilie. His mother had once taken over as a substitute ruler until the current Demon King underwent the trial and took the throne. His uncle, Lord Stoffel, and their mutual friend, Raven, had helped her keep order. Wolfram was too young to understand what exactly caused the rift between friendships, but the end results were that Raven chose to work for the Demon King and his mother and uncle both left the kingdom for a while. Though his mother frequently visited the castle on her way back from her travels, Wolfram had not seen his uncle Stoffel since.

"Wolfie!" An all too familiar squeal nearly startled Wolfram right off his bed.

"M-m-mother?" He hissed into the room, turning his head wildly as he searched for the green eyes that he had inherited. "Mother!"

"Why didn't you write to tell your mother about your first beloved!?" Lady Celi closed the space between herself and her youngest son so rapidly that the weight bounced Yuri right off the other side of the bed.

"Ow! What the hell!?" Yuri whined from the ground as he pulled himself carefully to a sitting position while rubbing his shoulder and arm.

"W-well, you see," Wolfram's excuse fell short on breath as his mother began to suffocate him. "Mmmm fmmm vu murff!"

All that Yuri first saw were nothing but locks of long golden hair. Then, his eyes fell on Wolfram's face which was buried right in his mother's chest. "Uh, hello?"

"Oh! And you must be Yuri!" Lady Celi chirped as she redirected her attention to the dark-haired boy. Wolfram mouthed the words 'my mother' to Yuri when he was freed. She managed to haul Yuri back onto the bed by tugging his elbow, and then she proceeded to squeeze them both in a tight hug. "You're both simply adorable! And sharing the same bed so soon? My my. My little Wolfie's growing up!"

When they were finally released, Yuri and Wolfram's faces changed from blue to bright red. "If you would allow me to explain," Yuri began. "The Demon King decided to cause us a bit of grief and presented Wolfram to me as-" Yuri's words were silenced as Lady Celi squeezed his cheeks together with a hand and turned his head from side to side as if she were looking him over.

"Yes, I think you will certainly do. My Wolfie deserves nothing but the best!" She declared as she finally let Yuri go. "Train him well, sweetie." She told her son as she reached out to ruffle the top of his head and placed a kiss to his forehead. "I expect to see you both for supper!"

Yuri felt a little pale as he saw the door close behind the voluptuous woman. "What just...happened?" He whimpered.

"My mother seems to think that we're an item," Wolfram replied with a sigh.

"What?" Yuri gasped as the events began to catch up in his head. "B-but, I haven't even asked you out properly yet!"

Wolfram didn't know why such off-handed words made him feel as if his heart was melting, but they did. For a moment, the smile on his face was pure and wondrous. Then, it became a devious smirk as Wolfram crawled closer to the other-worldian with low-lidded green eyes. "I take that to mean that you've already thought of when you were going to ask me out?"

The cosmos have mercy on him, but Yuri felt all of his danger alarms go off at once. He felt his previous blush coming back at full force, the red creeping down his neck as he inched his way back against the headboard of the bed. "Y-you know," He began after a gulp. "We never did finish our conversation from before."

"Yes, you had asked me how I felt about you," Wolfram purred as he clambered onto Yuri's lap and held the boy's face in his hands. He leaned closer so that their noses brushed against each other. "I'm much more interested in SHOWING you, instead." That being said, the blonde closed the distance between their mouths and took Yuri's lips in a slow, sensual kiss. Wolfram smirked into the kiss when he felt Yuri's shaky hands settle onto his hips and the dark-haired representative beneath his thighs began to kiss him back. The blonde's tongue darted out to lick beneath Yuri's upper lip when the door to their room was opened.

"You know, every time I see the two of you, against my better judgment, I begin to doubt parts of Julia's words more and more."

Wolfram highly, highly disliked that blasted dragon. "Curse you, Kaziek." He grumbled under his breath. "This better be important!" He tossed over his shoulder.

"It is," Varyx replied calmly. "We're taking a little field trip to the orb chamber. Now. Before the Demon King awakes."

"I thought Ken had lost its location since last time," Wolfram whispered as the three of them padded quickly through the corridors.

"It hasn't moved since," Varyx explained. "Which is rather odd considering it's kept constantly mobile up until now."

"How exactly did Ken find it, anyway?" Yuri asked aloud as they turned a corner.

A ghost of a smile formed on Varyx's face. "He was trying to find a restroom and ended up falling through a wall instead."

When they rounded one more corner, Ken was seen waiting for them at the end of the hallway. "Hurry, we don't have much time to investigate."

The four of them cautiously walked through the wall where Ken had indicated and took the spiral staircase down to the orb's location. "Which one of these is the orb?" Varyx wondered as he stared at all the little blue orbs that lit their way down.

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Ken was the first to come to. As he began to rise, he felt his cheek rubbing against something warm. In fact, half of his body felt warm. When dark eyes opened into a squint due to the bright light, he carefully lifted his head and realized that he was half-sprawled over Varyx and one of the dragon's arms was curled over his waist. A streak of pink formed across Ken's nose and cheeks for a moment before he quickly shifted aside. He was not in the mood to embarrass himself by allowing his body to do as it wished, not when Varyx didn't even like being touched in his demon form. He took a small moment to glance down at the unconscious dragon. His hands were itching to rake through the aquamarine locks in order to feel the texture of the strands, but Ken forced himself to take in their surroundings instead.

His eyes first searched for Yuri and Wolfram, but the other two were nowhere to be seen. He noticed that they were on high ground and the dust beneath them was the color of copper. The sky was a coral color and a sun was shining brightly through sparse lilac clouds. In the distance, there seemed to be the edges of a round crater. Ken nearly jumped in shock when a dark shadow zoomed over them. When he glanced up, he realized it was the shadow of, what he could only assume to be, a dragon. He stood up slowly and his mouth fell slightly open at the sight before him. Inside the crater was an entire civilization. A large tower was flanked by two towers of lesser height and beneath it all were buildings of all shapes and sizes. Dragons flew in and out of the city in groups of differing formations.

One of Ken's hands settled on his hip while the other lightly scratched the top of his head. "Well, I'll be."

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Yuri felt a strange breeze ruffle his face and hair. The breeze came in timed bursts and the consistency of it made him open his eyes. Instant panic. He had been sleeping on top of the foreleg of a sleeping dragon! The dragon was rather large and white. Gold-colored scales rolled down in intricate patterns all over its body. The underside was gold-hued, as well as the sharp claws. Yuri tried to make sense of how he ended up in the clutches of such a creature when the dragon opened its eyes. They were green...Wolfram green. "...Wolfram?" Yuri asked slowly and carefully.

'Hmm, where are we?' What was clearly Wolfram's voice echoed within Yuri's mind.

"Ok, Wolfram...I don't want you to panic," Yuri began as he took a few cautionary steps away. "But, slowly take a look at yourself."

Wolfram stretched as gracefully as a cat, his green eyes still trying to come into focus. When he finally looked at his arms, all four of his paws began to scamper backwards in reaction. 'Are those my arms!?' He shrieked mentally, his wings flapping in anxiety behind him. 'Wait, are those wings? Yuri, what happened to me!'

Yuri brought his hands down from his ears, which he had brought up in vain to try to lessen the volume of Wolfram's shrieking. "Let's put it this way...if you've ever dreamed of what it would be like to fly like a dragon, your wish has certainly been granted." He replied with a sheepish half-smile.

'This is no joking matter!' Wolfram huffed as he tried to steady himself onto all four of his legs.

"I know," Yuri replied seriously this time. He reached out to place his hand on the side of Wolfram's face, noting that the scales were far softer than Varyx's scales were. "We'll figure it out together, Wolfram."

Wolfram's head turned to press his snout against Yuri's hand in a nuzzle. '...Thank you.'