Next time his conscience started telling him he should wake up, Yuuri wanted to tell that annoying voice where it could shove it when even his hair hurt. However, he must have made some noise because next thing he knew Greta was screaming, excited.

"Yuuri! Yuuri!" he heard Greta's footsteps and then the door opening, Greta screaming excited. "He's waking up!"

Yuuri groaned, but finally managed to unglue his eyelids.

It was Shin Makoku rather than his bedroom in Japan he found himself, and he smiled as Greta ran back to his side, her hands grasping his, eyes filled with tears.

"Yuuri, you worried me! You and Wolfram and Conrad!"

"Are they..."

"Better than you? Yeah. Don't try to sit up, Shibuya, your ribs." Yuuri huffed, an arm around his chest protectively even as he blinked to clear his vision. Murata seemed relieved even as he grinned, sitting down over the bed. "Once you appeared back in Japan, we brought you here. The three of you were injured, so we thought it'd be best for you to get treated here."

"How long...?"

"Slept? Five days this time. Conrad two days, Wolfram three days. They'd be here but they're under strict Gisela-orders to stay in bed."

Greta nodded. "Grandmother Jen is helping Celi-sama with them right now. Yuuri, what happened? You disappeared for ten minutes and then you came back bleeding!"

The door opening, showing two still bruised and bandaged Wolfram and Conrad helped Yuuri avoid answering at least for the moment, and then he did let Murata help him sit down. Wolfram was limping even as his mom helped him walk, Conrad's right arm in a sling.

"Are you okay?" Yuuri asked, more than a little winded, trying not to wince as his mom hugged him tightly. "And Shin Makoku? Mom, my ribs..."

"Yuu-chan!" Jen sniffed and glared at the same time, and Yuuri knew that there wasn't any body of water nearby for him to do an ungraceful scape. Celi-sama remained by her two sons side, a mix of worry and relief plain over her face. "Ken already told us what happened."

"Shin Makoku is mostly fine. There was a last Earthquake a week ago, I'm informed. Sir von Kleist and lady Anissina are over the Krehnikov region, where there were the most damages, but everything seems to be under control." Murata shrugged when he turned to look at him, hands up in the air. "And I had to explain about what happened in Japan and all. I had two worried mothers, two older brothers wanting explanations, a fainting counselor, a crying daughter and three unconscious sons all in my poor hands. Majority won."

"Yuuri, what happened after that man..." Wolfram looked down, apparently unwilling to say 'knocked us out'. Not that he could blame him. He did see that Conrad put his hand over Wolfram's shoulder.

Yuuri remembered what he had said about his wishes, about Wolfram's and Conrad's wishes. He shrugged. "It was... well. I'm not sure how the box managed to fill itself. I wasn't even touching it when it suddenly was ready and then the Dark Kamui said that he'd grant me my wish to come out alive of it. Then we were sent back, I guess."

Conrad frowned. He had a cut over his cheekbone, even though it was mostly healed. "Majesty, are you sure?"

He nodded. There was more to say, of course, but there were too many people for the things he needed and wanted to say. Especially with Celi-sama and his mom. Instead he looked towards Murata.

"D'you know what happened with them?"

Murata shook his head 'no'. "I only remembered when you related Hinoto with Ulrike. That was my trigger. And then we came back here..."

Yuuri nodded, looking towards his lap for a moment. He wasn't about to say that now he, finally, remembered why Kamui-san's energy had felt familiar before, how he had felt it, surrounding the Earth in a kekkai.

Yuuri knew that, no matter what, he was going to want to find out what had happened with them, for better or for worse.

"But I already asked Bob and Jose's help to find about them," Murata added, shrugging. "It might take a while, but I think we'll find out, no matter what."

Yuuri sighed, leaning back against his pillows, even as Greta went to Wolfram's side, leaning against him gently. "I wish I could have helped with more."

Murata shook his head. "We weren't supposed to help with the outcome of the battle, Shibuya. You were a blank card, but that doesn't mean you were a Seal or an Angel. It was their fight to win"

Wolfram nodded even as he sighed, petting Greta's hair. "Winning or losing... that doesn't really exist in wars. There's just pieces to pick up and put back together." Conrad said, his voice a little sad. It was Wolfram, now, who reached for his brother, his hand closing around Conrad's wrist, even if he wasn't looking at him.

Yuuri sighed, closing his eyes before he smiled. . "Then, we've to live for everyone who didn't make it. Crying won't bring them back."

Murata grinned too, standing up.. "Don't try to get smart now, Shibuya."

Yuuri stuck his tongue out, fighting against the wish to yawn. Instead he looked towards his mom, eyes as wide and pleading as he knew how to make them.

"I'm a little hungry..."

"That's good!" Jennifer stood up, nodding. "Mama will make you her best soup so you get your strengths back, Yuu-chan!"

One gone, three to go. Murata looked at him and then he grinned towards Greta, offering his hand.

"Wanna go help Grandma Jenn, princess?"

Celi-sama must have caught on his idea, too (and Yuuri knew he hadn't quite been subtle) because she smiled, touching her sons' heads before she joined Murata and Greta.

Once the door made 'click', Yuuri found out that he didn't know exactly what to say. I had been easy to decide things when you're facing a probably imminent death. Now that it wasn't so imminent (unless Wolfram used fireballs or he died of embarrassment or something), Yuuri found out that he was speechless, even as Wolfram and Conrad kept on looking at him. And when he finally opened his mouth, he yawned.

Wolfram rolled his eyes and Conrad chuckled gently. Yuuri noticed that they too seemed pretty worn out. Yuuri wondered how much they had actually slept while he had been unconscious.

"You're still tired, Majesty," Conrad said, standing up probably to help Wolfram. "You should rest."

"You should stay here, then," Yuuri said out of the blue. Wolfram, who had been half rising, trying not to put his weight over his injured leg, fell back on his chair as he looked at him, Conrad also staring.

Knowing that if he didn't speak he was going to freeze, Yuuri took a deep breath and begged he made some sense.

"Because I, well. I heard. And you heard what Monou said, about wishes. Except the dying part... and you didn't get to hear my wish which was staying with you. Alive and well and he said that he was going to grant it, which I guess he did 'cause we're all here, aren't we? So you two should stay here, and rest. Then you can make sure I rest and even if not..."

He paused. Wolfram and Conrad were still staring and Yuuri couldn't stop the horrible, terrible feeling that he was messing everything up. It was a familiar feeling, but it had been a long, long, long time since he had felt it this strong, making his stomach churn. Yuuri licked his lips and looked towards the two men that had, quite literally, meant the world for him when presented to the choice of living without them and he smiled a little.

"You know how we didn't know why you had gone with me? I think it's... I know it's because I'll always want you two by my side. Even if the world's ending. Especially if the world is ending. But any other time, I want you two by my side, too. If you want."

The silence that remained was heavy and terrible, expectation making Yuuri's chest hurt even more than his sore ribs. Conrad seemed to have frozen, but Yuuri thought he looked both scared and a little hopeful, as if he didn't know what to do, his good hand still holding unto Wolfram's forearm where he had been helping him up. Wolfram, on the other hand, seemed serious, frowning a little. Not homicidal, though, which, joined to the fact that he hadn't let go of Conrad either, gave Yuuri hope that perhaps...

In the end, it was Wolfram who broke the silence as he huffed, a smile threatening to break free even as he tried to keep a haughty expression:

"We are going to need more pillows, then."