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Yozak excused himself from the group of laughing women in the kitchen, quite
sure he was going to gag soon if he had to listen to more talk of their
‘hubbies’ doing kinky things to them in bed. They were nice and friendly enough
and had done their best to welcome the new employee to the establishment, so
there were no real hard feelings. Once outside, he lit up a cigarette and
inhaled gratefully, staring at the stars which shone brightly in the night sky.
He exhaled and, not for the first time, wished Conrad could be with him. This
location was simply beautiful and for a while Yozak entertained the thought of
inviting the older man for a week long vacation…when he had some time off from
his hectic schedule that is. Taking off his hairnet, he scratched his hair and
stifled a yawn. It had been a long day and so far, things had gotten off to a
great start. Getting the job had been far easier than he thought. He only had
to submit his fake resume, answer a few common questions regarding sanitation
and lunch room etiquette and was hired on the spot. Apparently, one of the
women who use to work here had taken an impromptu leave and they desperately
needed a replacement. Either way, things had worked out just fine for Yozak and
he couldn’t be more pleased.
As for the boys – he sat upon an upturned crate to muse – Yozak was quite
surprised at what he had discovered so far. For one thing, Wolfram had
definitely grown since the last time he had seen him. The boy was now even prettier
than he remembered and Yozak had noticed (more than once) the appreciative
glances Wolfram received from other players whenever he wasn’t looking. The
funny thing was that the leery looks had come from the same homophobic players
who liked to tease and make his life a living hell.
I bet they’d kill to jump his bones, Yozak thought with a light laugh. Sorry
boys but it looks like your prince has already been taken.
And by that rather boring looking kid called Yuuri Shibuya. There was
absolutely nothing that fantastic about the boy and yet Yozak would have been a
fool not to have noticed the faint…something akin to power that seemed
to surround Yuuri whenever he walked. It wasn’t a noticeable thing at first,
but if you stayed around the dark-haired boy long enough you were bound to feel
the awe-inspiring sensation.
He’s the Maou after all, Yozak thought with a faint frown as Ulrike’s
words came back to mind. A powerful demon king lives within him.
He wondered if the boys knew about this already. Although, he was sure from the
way they had acted all day that they were somewhat aware of being different. He
had caught them staring at each other in the cafeteria, sharing looks as if
communicating with their minds instead of speaking. It was quite a nifty
ability to have.
“Pretty well-adjusted kids if you ask me,” he muttered to himself and rose to
his feet to stretch his arms over his head. He crushed out his cigarette and
turned to make his way back to the kitchen, only to start in surprise at the figure
who stepped out of the shadows. Frowning lightly, Yozak braced himself for a
possible attack, but blinked in stunned silence as Coach Adelbert walked
towards him with something clutched in his hand – something that looked eerily
like a…rose?!
“Please forgive me,” the blond man said with a sheepish laugh. “I have been
watching you for some time, wondering when to make my move. This…” He held out
the single red flower. “…is for you. I picked it from the garden myself.”
Yozak, whose jaw was now slack in disbelief, could only stare at the man.
Was…is…was this man actually hitting on him?! Oh, man, he could not wait
to tell Conrad about this! This Adelbert was supposed to be a friend of
Gwendal’s, wasn’t he? Was the man so lonely that he would hit on anything in a
skirt?
“Please…I hope I’m not being too forward,” Adelbert was saying as he walked
closer. Yozak tried to giggle, forcing himself not to punch the other man in
the face. He knew he would have to play along or his job could be in jeopardy.
“Oh, no, not at all!” he finally replied as he accepted the rose and sniffed it
gently. “Ooh, how pretty. Thank you, Mr. Adelbert…”
“Please…just Adelbert is fine, my lovely flower.”
Yozak shuddered but forced a coy smile on his visage, suffering Adelbert’s touch
as the man reached for ‘Yolanda’s’ hand to place a gentle kiss on the back of
it.
“Such strong hands,” Adelbert crooned. “I’ve never seen a woman so
magnificent…so…imposing. You are simply beautiful, Yolanda. I don’t think I’ve
ever felt this way about another person before. I’m almost embarrassed to admit
it.”
Yes, well stop slobbering all over my goddamn hand, coach. Yozak fought
an inward groan and willed himself to listen to the man while hoping that
Adelbert had no plans to get to second base with him tonight. If so, one of
them was going to leave tonight with a serious case of blue balls.
“Oh…really, you shouldn’t have,” Yolanda replied, batting her lashes. “I’m just
a humble cook who lost her mother and father in a tragic fire and I have nowhere
else to go…”
“You poor dear,” Adelbert interrupted, a genuine look of concern and
understanding on his features. “I know how you must feel. I lost my lovely wife
almost a year ago and since then I swore off female companionship. But when you
walked into the building today…I knew…I knew that you would be the perfect one
for me. Oh, I’m sorry…” he added quickly as he noticed Yolanda’s light jerk and
shudder. “I apologize again. I know I’m being too bold but I’ve never been one
to shy away from my feelings.”
No kidding, Yozak thought, now praying and hoping that someone or
something would come by to interrupt them.
“I…I’m flattered, Coach…Adelbert,” Yolanda replied with another titter. “I
really didn’t think that a girl like me would…”
“Yolanda-chan!” The door leading to the kitchen was suddenly thrust open and
one of the women stuck her head out to call for Yozak again. But one look at
the couple holding hands had the words dying in her throat. “Ooops…sor…sorry! I
didn’t know…!”
Oh, fuck! Now the rumors are going to start! Yozak withdrew his hand
from Adelbert’s with a forceful jerk.
“It’s okay, Yuki-chan,” he said with a wide smile. “Nothing was happening and
Coach Adelbert was just leaving. Weren’t you?” He turned to the blond man with
a hard look in his eyes, daring the coach to deny it. Adelbert noticed and
knowing his moment was up, gave a small smile of understanding.
“Indeed. I was just congratulating Yolanda and the rest of you for a job well
done tonight. The meals were absolutely scrumptious.” He gave a polite bow. “I
shall see you ladies tomorrow. Please have a goodnight.”
The women watched him fade into the shadows again as he left and as soon as he
was out of sight, Yuki’s features broke into a wide grin, a knowing look now in
her eyes.
“Oh my goodness! Coach Adelbert likes you, Yolanda-chan!”
Oh…crap. Just what I don’t need. And as he was tugged into the kitchen,
Yozak knew that no matter how much he protested the so-called relationship, the
excitable women were never going to let him live it down.
Friday night and the dormitories were buzzing with excitement and anticipation
for the trip tomorrow. The players were free to move in the hallways, visiting
friends or hanging out in the courtyards to do as they pleased. The lounge
downstairs was filled with boys watching the game between the Royals and the
Tigers (the same team that beat them the day before by a score of 6-0) on the
big screen TV. Everyone was eager to see how the Royals would retaliate, and so
far they were doing a good job of shutting out the opposing team. It was still
a scoreless game in the fifth inning.
Fortunately, Yoichiro had a small radio in his room and the four boys sat on
the floor listening to the play by play. They would have liked to watch it like
everyone else, but the lounge was full and there was no way to see the screen
at all. Yuuri figured it was much better this way. He wouldn’t have to jostle
for a good sitting position with others and he could listen with no interruptions
or distractions.
Or so he thought.
For the umpteenth time, he found his gaze drifting across the room towards
Yoichiro and Wolfram, who were both reading through some stats in the latest
issue of Baseball Weekly. Yuuri bit his lower lip as their heads touched again,
both so engrossed in what they were doing, they hardly noticed how close they
were sitting to each other.
I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. They’re just reading. Nothing
wrong with that…
He shook his head lightly and forced himself to listen to the game again. The
sixth inning was about to start and the Tigers were going to the plate to bat
–Kazuki Noguchi was called up first.
“He’s a power hitter,” Keiichi muttered beside him causing Yuuri to start at
the low sound of the older boy’s voice. He was so engaged with the game (watching
Wolfram and Yoichiro) that he had all but forgotten about his companion.
“Is…is he?” he stammered with a dark blush staining his cheeks as he met
knowing blue eyes. “I haven’t heard of him.”
“Of course you haven’t,” Keiichi replied with a grin, as he leaned even closer
to Yuuri, his eyes darkening with something akin to mischief. “He was just
brought up from the Minors and…”
“What…what are you doing?” Yuuri asked breathlessly, his features now scarlet
as he tried to back away from the blond, who was this close to actually
kissing…
A light slam of something had Yuuri turning towards the couple sitting across
from them and he barely got to see Wolfram’s dark eyes before he hid them
behind the magazine again. Yoichiro, for his part, looked a bit annoyed but
shrugged and turned to the magazine as well.
What’s wrong with them?! Yuuri thought wildly, just as Keiichi picked up
the notebook which had been sitting on the other side of him. Why are they
acting like…?
“I was just going to get this,” Keiichi said with an innocent expression on his
visage. “I keep a daily log of all new players coming into the league. It helps
to know who’s who.”
“Oh…okay…” Yuuri could still feel his heart pounding fiercely within his chest
and felt ridiculously out of breath. There was definitely a tension in the room
and listening to the game on the radio didn’t seem feasible anymore. He wanted
to get out of there – more importantly, he wanted to drag Wolfram along with
him. There was no denying that he and Yoichiro were now sitting way too close
for his liking…
“It’s in my room,” Wolfram’s voice suddenly broke through his thoughts. “Do you
want to see it?”
“Sure,” Yoichiro replied as they both rose to their feet. He turned to look at
Keiichi and Yuuri. “We’ll be right back. Wolfram wants to show me something in
a magazine he has.”
Hardly waiting for any response from the stumped couple on the floor, both boys
left the room closing the door behind them with a soft click.
Yuuri could feel something tighten in his chest as if it was squeezing the life
out of him.
In…our…room…that…grrrr!
“God he drives me crazy,” Keiichi muttered, forcing Yuuri to stop the
unconscious clenching of his hands. He looked at the blond, whose eyes were
closed as he leaned against the wall.
“Who drives you crazy?” Yuuri asked, while trying his best not to bolt out of
there to find some excuse to go to his room. The very idea of Wolfram and
Yoichiro being alone…
“Nothing,” Keiichi replied as he opened his eyes to smile warmly at Yuuri. “We
should be listening to the game anyway.” He leaned forward to turn up the
volume of the radio. “And tomorrow, we’re going to have fun, right?”
“Ri…right,” Yuuri agreed with a small nod, not sure of just what kind of fun
they were going to have, but knowing that two could play the game. He was
determined to enjoy himself with Keiichi no matter what happened, since it
seemed like Wolfram was having way too much fun with his new friend, Yoichiro.
They both went to bed filled with boiling jealousy and woke up the next morning
feeling pretty much the same way. They dressed in silence, being careful not to
let a loose thought escape for fear the other would realize just what they were
really thinking. All in all, slipping into regular clothing was a welcome
reprieve from the usual baseball uniforms they had to wear everyday. Wolfram
dressed in a pair of khaki pants, a long-sleeved black shirt, matching black
shoes and a black choker with a golden cross around his neck – a gift from his
mother on his sixteen birthday. Yuuri, who was doing his best not to gawk at
how hot the blond looked, was dressed in a pair of dark blue jeans, an
oversized white and orange-colored long-sleeved shirt which had its designer
label printed on its front and sleeves. It was a gift from his older brother –
a very expensive (according to Shouri) shirt that was the in-thing these days.
A pair of black boots completed the ensemble and as he sat to tie them up, he
failed to notice the look of approval on his roommate’s visage.
Damn him for looking so good, Wolfram thought as he ran his fingers
through his hair, while staring into the mirror. I swear if Keiichi does
anything to him…
…I’ll kill him with my bare hands, Yuuri thought with a firm twist of his
shoe lace before lifting his gaze to meet the cool green one in the mirror.
For a heart-stopping moment, they seemed to realize what the other was thinking
and Wolfram could feel his cheeks heating up as he met the darkened look in
Yuuri’s eyes. He tried to scowl, tried to show that Yuuri could and would not
affect him that way anymore but to his dismay, he found he was powerless to
those mesmerizing black eyes. He remained rooted to the spot as Yuuri rose to
his feet to slowly walk towards him. Neither was able to break eye contact and
as Wolfram felt Yuuri’s hands on his waist, sliding down his hips to pull him
tightly against his body…
(Oh, God…)
…an urgent knock on the door effectively shattered the tension-filled moment.
“Hey! Are you guys ready?” Keiichi called out. “We’re about to go downstairs!”
Wolfram tore himself away from Yuuri with an effort, forcing the words to come
out of his parched throat. “Re…ready!”
His heartbeat raced as if he had just run a marathon and he could not for the
life of him meet Yuuri’s eyes now. He reached for his wallet with trembling
hands and stuck it into the pocket of his pants before opening the door
quickly. Keiichi stood waiting, looking extremely dashing in an outfit similar
to Wolfram’s, only he was in a light blue dress shirt. He had let his long hair
loose today and it seemed to flow down his back and over his shoulders like
golden silk. Yoichiro was leaning against the wall at the other side of the
corridor, his arms crossed over his chest with a small smile of salutation on
his lips. He was in dark slacks and a black t-shirt which showcased his
good-looking features quite well.
Keiichi whistled in appreciation. “You look good, boys. We’re definitely going
to paint the town red, aren’t we?” He winked and reached for Yuuri, slapping an
arm around the flushed boy’s shoulders as they joined the throng of players
heading towards the exit.
Yoichiro smiled a bit shyly at Wolfram before holding out his hand in silent
invitation. The blond stared at the offered appendage, took a quick look at
Yuuri and Keiichi, who were already talking animatedly…
That two-timing bastard!
…and with firm determination, accepted Yoichiro’s hand with a firm squeeze. He
gave the surprised boy a brilliant smile and promptly launched into a
discussion about last night’s game,. This time he made sure that his voice was
loud enough for Yuuri to hear.
The bus ride into town was a loud and noisy one. Most of the boys could only
talk about the girls, girls and more girls they were bound to see and meet
while others were more concerned with the appearance of chaperones.
“Geez, we’re not kids anymore,” someone complained as they eyed the group of
four coaches and Yolanda, of all people, sitting at the back of the bus.
Fortunately for Yozak, Adelbert could not join them for the trip which was all
good for the flabbergasted actor.
“At least Yolanda-chan is here!” Another person cried out in delight and that
got most of the boys clapping and cheering. Yolanda accepted the praise with a
wave of her white handkerchief, blushing and laughing at the warm applause.
“Thank you, boys, but remember,” she said with an attempt at a glare, “anyone
misbehaves and you’ll answer to me.”
“Yes, Yolanda-chan!” came the simultaneous replies from the players. Wolfram
rolled his eyes and turned to look out the window again. There wasn’t much of a
town to boast of, at least from what he had seen so far, and as the bus pulled
into the station, their arrival garnered a lot of curious onlookers.
“Freedom!” Keiichi bellowed as they stepped off the bus. “Can you smell it?!”
Yuuri laughed at the enthusiastic display before ‘oohing’ in delight as he
noticed a vendor who sold dango and some sweet skewered rice-cake balls.
He was about to reach for his wallet when Keiichi placed a hand on it to stall
him.
“My treat,” the blond said with a grin. “You and I are on a date…”
“No, we’re not!” Yuuri replied quickly, flushing with embarrassment while
glancing around in the hopes that no one (Wolfram) had heard him. But to his
chagrin, he could see his roommate and Yoichiro already following the group of
players heading into the main town.
Damn him!
“Fine,” he replied with a smile that felt quite false to him. “You can buy me
some this time, but next time, I’m paying.”
Keiichi grinned and did just that. However, his companion was slow to notice
that the blond’s smile felt just as forced as his had been.
“Wow,” Wolfram said softly as he eyed the ancient artifacts in the small
museum/shrine. “I had no idea these things were that old.”
“Yes, they are,” Yoichiro explained as he read through the tour guide manual.
“It was believed that this very area was the site for the famous battles fought
in the Tokugawa era.” He shuddered. “I think I can even hear their ghosts.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Wolfram chided with a soft chuckle. “There are no such
things as ghosts.”
“Hey, don’t be so sure.”
They stood before the shrine and dutifully clapped their hands and bowed their
heads in prayer for a few minutes before making their way towards the other
section of the museum. Wolfram glanced over his shoulder to see if Yuuri and
Keiichi were following and had to fight back a small cry of rage as he noticed
both boys feeding each other the dumplings they had bought.
Why that son-of-a…!
“…just doesn’t get it, does he?”
Wolfram blinked at the bitter statement, turning quickly to notice the pained
look in Yoichiro’s eyes before the brown-haired boy turned away to stare at
another artifact with feigned interest.
Wait…does this mean that…that…?
“Ah, so you finally decided to wait for us!” Keiichi called out with a wave of
his hand. “We bought plenty of dango for all of us to share. So what do you
say?”
Wolfram opened his mouth to say no, but his stomach decided to give a low growl
of hunger. He flushed in embarrassment and eyed the small plate of snacks Yuuri
was now holding out to him.
“You should eat something,” the dark-haired boy said with a small smile.
“You’ve been walking around for a while.”
Through clenched teeth, still feeling his cheeks as hot as ever, Wolfram
replied tightly. “Than…thank you.”
The quartet sat on a narrow bench to eat in silence, each boy being careful to
sit beside their ‘dates’ and not next to their roommates. Yozak, who had been
watching them, while pretending to be engrossed with some of the
brightly-colored masks on sale at a nearby stand, winced as he noticed their
body language. Even a fool would have seen that the four boys were hiding
something from one another and Yozak resisted the urge to walk over and knock
some sense into them.
Ah, young love, Yozak thought with a sigh as he reached for a rather
pretty fan to purchase for himself. How foolish they can be…
By mid-afternoon, the sun was beginning to beat down mercilessly on the
tourists. Wolfram was sure they had traversed the entire length of the small
village/town – no one was sure of what to call it for the buildings were sparse
and hardly lavish – and he wanted nothing more than to lie down and get some
rest. The world was beginning to swim before his eyes which was definitely not
a good sign. There was really nothing entertaining to do in this place. The
only bar around had been taken over by the senior players and Wolfram was sure
he had seen a sign saying ‘Onsen’ a few miles back.
Ah, what he would do to soak in a hot spring right about now.
He sat on a bench beneath the shade of a small house, while watching the other
three staring into a small lake beside the road. According to the landowner – a
man who looked old enough to be a great-great grandfather – the lake was filled
with miracle fish and never-before seen creatures. Unfortunately, they only
appeared when you tossed a coin in the lake and so far, the morons (in
Wolfram’s opinion) had been tossing several coins into it for the past few
minutes, hoping to catch a glimpse of something miraculous. Wolfram idly
wondered if they’d ever get a clue and realize that the man was robbing them
blind without even trying.
“Big brother? Big brother? Would you like to drink some water?”
Wolfram turned his head to the side to blink at the smiling face of a curly
brown-haired girl standing beside him. She was holding a jug of ice-cold water
and a cup, her cherub features alight with pleasure at being able to help out a
visitor today.
“Thank you,” Wolfram replied with a warm smile, as she grinned and poured some
into a cup for him. He drank thirstily, burping a little afterwards which had
her giggling in response.
“You were really thirsty, weren’t you, big brother?”
“I guess I was. I’ve been walking all day.”
The girl nodded in understanding. “Would you like to come to the onsen with us
then? My mother and I are going there now…!”
“Greta-chan!” came the loud gasp of shock as a young woman stepped out of the
house. There was no mistaking the woman being the child’s mother for they
looked eerily alike. “I’m so sorry, sir,” she continued with a bow towards
Wolfram. “She’s just too bold for her age.”
Wolfram laughed softly. “It’s okay. An onsen sounds like heaven right about
now…”
“Did someone say onsen?!” Keiichi asked as the three boys made their way
towards Wolfram. “Where is it?”
The woman bowed again, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. “It’s a long way up
the mountains but we know a short cut that can take us there quickly. We’ll be
heading there in a few minutes, so you are more than welcome to join us.”
Wolfram eyed the direction the woman had pointed to and groaned in misery. A
long trek up that place? He’d be dead by the time they reached their
destination!
“Yay! Onsen! Onsen!” Greta cried out in delight as she reached for Wolfram’s
hand and Yuuri’s, who had stood beside her. “Let’s go! Let’s go!”
Yuuri smiled and squeezed her hand gently, a distinct thought flashing through
his mind as he felt her warmth. /Our daughter…/
Wolfram flushed and turned his head away. He didn’t want to remember.
About half-way up the trek through trees and a murky trail that was hard to
decipher without Greta, her mother and another man as guides, Wolfram bailed
out with a sincere apology and regret. He was feeling too queasy and sick to
continue and although (and much to his surprise) Yuuri had wanted to come with
him, Wolfram insisted he stay with the others. The other man, a neighbor to
Greta’s family, had escorted Wolfram back to the village where he was left
beneath the shade of their home to recuperate.
Immensely grateful for the solitude, he lay on the bench and closed his eyes to
slip into a light doze.
/Our daughter…/
He didn’t want to remember but it still pricked at him anyway. It was funny how
such snippets of the past kept seeping into his consciousness and to be honest,
Wolfram was getting a bit tired of it. Yuuri, however, was more willing to
remember them now and Wolfram wasn’t sure he liked that. And to think there was
once a time when Yuuri had done his best to deny any such thing was happening
to him.
I wish…he would like me for me…the new me. I can’t help thinking he’s
only with me because of these damn memories of a past that means shit right
now. Who do you really care about, Yuuri Shibuya? My former self or the new
Wolfram standing before you?
And why should he care anyway? He squeezed his eyes shut as if hoping to remove
some bitter memory from his mind. Once the camp was over, they’d go back to
their regular lives and all of this would have just been one big mistake. He
sighed and rolled onto his side, forcing himself to get some sleep.
But as he felt himself finally drifting into a light doze, two shadows fell
over him, causing Wolfram to blink slowly as their looming figures blocked out
the sun.
“Wha…?”
“Wolfram von Bielefeld?” came the deep voice.
Wolfram tried to sit up, a light frown of consternation on his features and yet
a dull sense of fear and concern creeping into his senses. “Yes, I am
he…mmmphff!”
His eyes widened as he felt the damp cloth suddenly pressed against his nose
and mouth. He struggled fruitlessly but as the sharp stench hit him squarely,
the world slowly ceased to exist as he fell into merciful darkness.
“So you’re leaving us?” Yoichiro asked quietly as he tightened the white towel
around his waist.
“Yeah…sorry,” Yuuri replied with a sheepish smile as he stared at the two boys
standing before him. “I just…I mean I know…”
“You’re worried about him,” Keiichi said with a warm smile.
“No! I mean…” Yuuri sighed and lowered his gaze as he kicked at a pebble on the
ground. “Yes and I know he doesn’t really want me to be with him but at least I
can just check to see if he’s all right.”
“That’s perfectly understandable,” Yoichiro replied.
“We’ll be fine,” Keiichi added and both boys gave each other a quick look
before turning away quickly. Yuuri barely noticed this for his gaze was still
fixed on the ground even though they looked distant.
“You should go to him,” Yoichiro said quickly, shifting restlessly from one
foot to the other.
“I am,” Yuuri said, nodding firmly and taking a deep breath. He lifted his head
to smile at his friends with gratitude. “You two have fun! I’ll see you later
on tonight, okay?”
He met Greta in front of the small inn where the girl, albeit disappointed that
Big brother Yuuri couldn’t stay, was more than happy to take him back to the
village. As they walked, Greta talked and talked about everything and anything.
It was clear that she knew her village very well and was proud of what they had
to offer to visitors or tourists. Yuuri found that he enjoyed her company and
noticed that not once did she release his hand as they walked.
Suddenly, as they could see the tops of the houses in the distance, Greta asked
quietly. “You like big brother, Wolfram, don’t you?”
Yuuri’s cheeks flushed with color. He thought of denying it but found himself
unable to do so. What would be the point anyway? “Yes…I guess I do,” he
admitted, “But…I don’t think he likes me like that…I mean…I don’t think he
really likes me.”
Greta giggled and shook her head. “You should ask him then! I’m sure you’d be
surprised by what he has to say.”
She released him to skip down the last few make-shift rock steps, waiting
patiently for Yuuri to join her. The dark-haired boy smiled to himself at the
innocent statement, wishing he could explain to Greta that things weren’t
always that easy in the real world.
But as they stepped through the clearing, any thoughts of that were wiped from
his mind as he noticed Yolanda walking towards him with a frown on her
features. Yuuri felt his heart slam hard within his chest, a creeping sensation
of dread filling his insides as his skin broke out in a cold sweat.
“Yuuri,” Yolanda was saying, her high-pitched voice now sounding a bit deep and
troubled. “I’m glad I found you.”
“What….what’s wrong?” Yuuri asked, feeling Greta’s trembling hand within his as
she pressed herself against his legs.
“A player just told me some distressing news. We’re not sure of who they are,
but he claims that he saw two men leading Wolfram into a car and taking him
away. The player said he tried to scream for help but they threatened him with
a gun. We’ve contacted the police and they…”
What…?! Why…?! Who…?!
Yuuri staggered backwards a little, no longer listening to what Yolanda was
saying as he felt the all too familiar surge of power within him again. He
wasn’t even going to try to stop it this time for the rage, fear and
desperation within him were more than he could contain. He barely heard the
gasps of shock and surprise his transformation elicited and with determination
in his narrowed dark eyes, the Maou said in a firm and cold voice,
“Lead me to where he was last seen. I will find Wolfram and punish those responsible.”
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