IMPORTANT A/N: Hey guys, first of all: this is crap and I would not recommend it. To anyone. But those of you who saw my profile after the last update, uhh... about 4 years ago? I had lost everything off of my laptop, including this, and then I wasn't exactly in the mood to write anymore? Well I just found this in an old backup like some kinda crazy miracle, and tbh I cbf to reread and edit it, I don't even know these characters anymore so I guess read at your own risk. Sorry?

Ch 18

It was hard… conflicting… he didn't know if he could manage it without Wolfram by his side, but he couldn't stand the thought of his Wolf in danger. So he traveled alone.

It was dark, quiet, and undeniably a still night. But the moon shone brightly enough to see and things were visibly enough for Yuuri to make his way quickly to his goal. So he did. And he finally made it. And he was frightened.

Thinking about how strong he truly was didn't help. Thinking of how he had played their possible meetings over and over again in his head didn't help either. It was nothing compared to seeing him again.

"It's so nice of you to come home after all this time, you ungrateful little brat. Do you have any idea how upset you made us? Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?" A demented smile came across the man's face as he shook his head in mock exasperation. "Of course you don't. You're an idiot!" The man's face suddenly turned dark as he glared at Yuuri who refused to flinch even as he shivered. "We did our best to help you- all these years, trying to help you, and you turn your back on us? Take responsibility for the FREAK YOU ARE!"

"And what, die? Would that make you happy?" Yuuri asked suddenly, heart pounding in his chest as he looked up at the human who adopted him so many years ago.

Words were said, and Yuuri's insides turned cold.

The man grinned as he suddenly tilted his right hand to reveal a knife that gleamed in the moonlight as he took two running steps towards the unarmed teen. "DIE!" The man screamed as he lunged only for Yuuri to almost reflexively kick the man's feet out from under him, making him fall to the ground.

Yuuri jumped back a large distance as the man slowly picked himself up off the ground and leaned against the wall nearest him with a glare that all but asked Yuuri aloud- how dare he retaliate? How dare he not take what he deserved?

"No," Yuuri said almost numbly with a small smile as he suddenly looked at his chest, the faint memory of a long-gone amulet tingling at his senses. "I've changed." His eyes snapped back up at the man who had tormented him for so many years. "I am not weak anymore!" Yuuri threw his hand out to the side in vehement denial, his hair standing on end as his emotions coursed through his body along with his magic.

"You are weak, you'll always be weak, and that's why you'll lose everything and everyone- because weak little bastards like you don't deserve-" the large man suddenly stopped speaking, eyes wide as he couldn't do anything but look down to where his chest was impaled with a large spike of ice. 'Impossible' the man mouthed, though all that came out was a cough of blood as the ice began to be soaked in red as well, chilling him from the inside in the most uncomfortable way imaginable.

"I am strong," Yuuri breathed, half in shock that he actually managed to do it.

He did it though, he got him. The man who had been his most feared, most hated enemy, impaled against a dirty wall with a giant, almost comical spike of ice. It didn't go through his heart, but it definitely pierced a lung, and without magical help he would die in minutes. Yuuri hesitated as he wanted to heal the bastard somewhere deep inside of him and beg forgiveness before trying to get his acceptance, but he knew he just wanted him dead, and yet killing was wrong and he hated it!

The moment he remembered his adoptive father calling him a demon, it triggered other flashbacks. Suppressed details, hints, clues, everything that lead down to this. The knowledge that he was part of those Yogensha bastards that ruined his life in the very beginning, and the fact that they all but kidnapped him, torturing him and brainwashing him, just to make it worse?

What had they been planning? What was the point? Did they really think they were helping him by 'teaching him his place' in the world, were they simply that stupid? He had only wanted to come and find answers, not kill them. He wanted to find out information; learn locations, names, important facts, anything of the sort.

He didn't just come for petty revenge. He had to heal him, restrain him and keep him from hurting him, but if he died then-

Suddenly Yuuri fell face-first to the ground.

In the circles his mind had been erratically running through, even his hyper-aware observant self didn't pick up on the figure that had approached behind him with a long cylindrical object in hand. The object was slung over the figure's shoulder and the figure's other arm went to their hip.

"Well son, you sure did it now, didn't you?" A chilling woman's voice rung out in the night. Barely conscious, Yuuri paled at that voice. "I know you're awake, because freaks like you don't give up that easily, even when you should know your place," she backed up the word with a sharp kick to his groin that had him hunching over instinctively as his hands covered himself before he could register the intent.

The pain had woken him up more, and he was moments away from rolling away or managing some other quick escape, but as she looked down on him in such a familiar way, his 'mother' with her hand on her hip and her metal baseball bat in hand, he froze for the half-second it took for her to konk him in the back of his unprotected head with all of her strength.

The last second of the conscious world he held was filled with one thought.

Wolf…

Wolfram always thought he was a smart, perceptive Mazoku. Of course he had, everyone always told him so.

He knew something was wrong with Yuuri when he came in and began snuggling with them, but he said nothing simply because he didn't want to push his lover to tell him anything that might make him uncomfortable. Especially if that something could have ended up making him break down in front of their little princess.

Yet, when Yuuri didn't come into their room at the time he was normally already preparing for bed… Wolfram acted without hesitation. He tucked Greta into their bed and turned the Tivy on with the big button, managing to dismiss the compulsion the device let out that told him to watch and see what was going to happen next. He had more important things to worry about.

He hadn't undressed from the day just yet, as he had been worried, apparently rightfully so. So the blonde strode out the door with purpose in his uniform pants and a dark blue top that Yuuri had given him, his boots hitting the ground in time with his purposeful stride as he counted the steps and turns that would bring him to the office he had visited a few times.

Knocking on the door to be polite, Wolfram impatiently waited until he was greeted by the very person he wasn't looking for. Alas, one could not be a beggar and a chooser.

"Shoori, Yuuri where is?" Wolfram said abruptly, face slightly pink as he knew he understood very little of the language. Shori's previously annoyed face suddenly gained more than a hint of worry as Wolfram looked at him pointedly.

"Yuuri's not with you? No, of course he isn't, that's why you're asking… shit," Shori turned around and rushed back into the room. Though Wolfram couldn't understand everything that was just said, he could at least assume that meant Shori didn't know. He turned to leave when he heard Shori shout over to him. "Stop! I am calling Flora, she can help translate. Wait, please."

Again Wolfram understood little, nothing more than 'halt' as that was uttered in many of the shows he had watched actually, but he waited with a tapping foot. If Yuuri had gone back to Shin Makoku, without him, during the war, they were going to have so many words that-

"I came as fast as I could," a slightly breathy woman's voice called out from the door, making both boys look up in relief. At least now they could talk. "What's the emergency?"

And so a conversation that took much precious time was translated between parties via one flustered young woman.

"When was the last time you saw Yuuri?" "He doesn't know the exact time, but he should have been in their room by now… Shori this isn't the time…" "Do you have any idea where he might have gone?" "No, but he brought up a good point, call security and bring up any video footage." "Yes, he's working on it right now… he's talking to them on the computer there, right now… yes, with his fingers!"

It took even more precious time as they failed to locate him through video footage until Wolfram yelped while watching one of the screens, pointing to it.

"There! That's him! For that short bit of time!" Flora translated.

"Damn my brother is fast," Shori whistled as he slowed down the tape and then nodded as he confirmed it was Yuuri. "…Good eyes," he said a bit grudgingly to Wolfram. Flora translated.

The computers mapped out the path he was most likely to take, and one of the security men had promptly hacked into the cameras they didn't have access to. In moments they would have a vague location, but they would need to split up if they wanted to find him.

"But why are you running after him? He can take care of himself, and won't he come back tomorrow?" Flora asked Shori suddenly, making him stop mid-run and look at her incredulously. He said something so quickly she almost didn't catch it before he whirled around and began running down the halls without waiting for them.

"I hate it, but I have to trust Wolfram on this, he says he's in trouble, that's good enough for me, let's move!" He had yelled.

As Flora tried to give Wolfram directions by running by his side, an effort in futility due to how fast he was and how fast she was not, she translated and the blonde paused only for a second as a small smile of satisfaction came across his face.

Of course, due to the situation, it was wiped away almost immediately.

Murata felt a bead of sweat slip down the side of his forehead as he focused on the link he held between his two worlds. He knew something was wrong with Yuuri too, even before he had gotten the memo FWDed to him as well as likely everyone else who might need to know that told him Yuuri was missing.

He knew because Shinou had felt his chosen successor in mortal danger, but this time apparently he was allowed to do something about it. Allowed? What did that mean? Murata wasn't sure, but it at least meant he was given help in pinpointing the double-black's location.

Japan was a very large place, after all, and any information he could give Shori and the others would be helpful right about then. So with his eyes closed and legs crossed, he looked like he was actually meditating; something that under any other circumstance might amuse him.

Shori gave a fierce grin when he got a message from Murata on Yuuri's possible location, one that Wolfram questioned only to let out a yelp when the vehicle Shori was driving suddenly took a sharp turn. He got a response, though they weren't exactly communicating in words since Flora had been less than willing to ride in the car with Shori or go on a mission she wasn't exactly trained for.

They weren't sure what, exactly, they were getting into, but Wolfram was glad that Shori hadn't commented when he had taken the biggest knife he could with them. It might not exactly be a good ranged weapon, but without his magic it was the best he could do… He wasn't sure if it was scary or reassuring that Shori himself had a gun.

Shori put a finger to his mouth and nodded to Wolfram who understood the basic gesture and nodded as well. Wolfram pointed at himself and then towards his left and then at Shori and his right. Split up. Shori nodded and twisted a silencer onto his gun, almost dropping it and making Wolfram sweatdrop.

Silently they split up, Wolfram holding his knife parallel to his legs and Shori having his gun aimed directly in his line of sight as they each snuck off in a different direction.

Wolfram's nerves were completely gone as his training kicked in, and he found himself scouring the place top to bottom until he found something that made his blood boil. He rushed forward with the knowledge that it was over. It was all over, and there was nothing anybody could do to stop him.

Not even the gods themselves.

He blinked open his eyes slowly, once. Twice. Pain stabbed at his body, but he had a trained tolerance by this point of his life and it wasn't debilitating. He sat up slowly only to get all but shoved back down as he was suddenly attacked by a frantic blonde who kissed him with so much passion he almost forgot.

Yuuri jolted with a gasp when Wolfram was pulled away from him and he looked around the room to see Shori as well as his lover who was now being held back by said brother. His eyes narrowed slightly at that, but he didn't get the chance to ask about anything before he saw something he hadn't expected.

Shori let go of Wolfram and Wolfram gave him a smile, him!

"W-hat," Yuuri croaked only to be hushed by the others.

"It's over Yuuri, it's okay… just rest. The Yogensha are done," Shori said softly.

"Whatever Shori said, and please don't hurt yourself. We may not have rounded up every insurgent, but even Bob believes the majority of that cult has been destroyed... oh Yuuri, thank Shinou you're okay," Wolfram breathed with tears in his eyes. Yuuri held up a hesitant hand and Wolfram grabbed it like a lifeline, kissing it and then cradling it to his face lovingly.

Yuuri spared a glance at Shori who, to his surprise, showed no evident disapproval at the display. His thumb gently caressed the soft cheek of his lover as he looked back at Wolfram and smiled softly.

"I'm alright… I'm alright, what happened?"

"Good," Shori said briefly at the same time as Wolfram spoke.

"You better be! Yuuri, I can't believe you, why didn't you tell me where you were going? And for what happened, that's what I want to know! You ran off without-" Wolfram's face turned red when Yuuri slid his hand around his face and covered his lips.

"I should have told you," he turned to Shori, "I should have told you both… what happened, Shori?"

Shori gave an odd look to his brother before shrugging and ignoring the sputtering blonde as he recounted all he knew of the tale, leading up to when they found Yuuri- or rather when Wolfram found Yuuri.

Final A/N: so yeah, sorry about that. Don't even know what this is about anymore. I think there was something about his adoptive parents being demons or whatever my childish mind came up with a million years ago. If it weren't for the fact that this still (somehow? magically?) gets views, I'd probably just delete it instead of adding this crap from my old backup. Eh. Whatever.

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thank you, I'm sorry I can't update anymore but I've been out of this fandom for literally years

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