A/N: First of all, I'm sorry it took me so long to publish the second chapter! My bad! And my first multi-chaptered fic! I must say though, I'm kinda disappointed with the response I got for chapter 1. No reviews, no follows and only one favourite. Was it really that badly written? Do let me know. By the way, thank you Kawaii Snowdrop for the favourite! I really appreciate it! Anyway, here is chapter 2. I hope it's better. Again, italics are thoughts.

Shin-ah wasn't a very talkative person in general. But he was an observant one. Anyone who knew him could attest to that. Maybe it had something to do with his dragon powers or maybe it was just in his nature to observe things closely. He didn't know. But at this moment he didn't really care as he noticed from the corner of his eye, Yoon darting away from the hiding place they had pushed him into and running towards the village. That struck him as odd. Yoon was usually a very sensible, cautious young teenager who didn't disobey direct orders from his older companions during battle unless there was a very good reason to do so. The boy knew that his friends knew better in these cases and so he always set aside his usually bossy demeanour during those times. This just wasn't normal. Something was very wrong. Then, with a jolt, Shin-ah remembered that this was Yoon's home village. And it was burning. Ik-soo, Shin-ah remembered. The priest was in danger.

No wonder Yoon wasn't thinking as clearly as he usually would. He would've gone after the younger boy if he wasn't fighting off four mercenaries all at once. Normally, this wouldn't be a problem for him but he was distracted now. He looked at his other companions. Jae-ha, Hak and Kija were easily cutting through the ranks of men coming at them while Yona was expertly picking men off one by one. She had become a lot stronger since he had first met her, he thought absently. Zeno was near her, ready to defend her from any enemies that dared come their way.

It seemed that none of them had noticed their youngest member's disappearance. A man fell with a scream barely a few feet away from him, snapping him out of his thoughts and Shin-ah turned, looking in surprise at the person who probably saved him from what would have been a very painful sword injury. Kija stood there, looking confused and concerned.

"Shin-ah! Pay attention! What's gotten into you?"

Before the younger of the two could reply, they both had to turn around to take out two men who thought they could sneak up on them. The two boys (men?) ended up standing back to back, covering each other.

"Yoon.", Shin-ah answered quietly to the previous question, worry colouring his tone.

"He's safe, isn't he? He'll wait till it's clear. He always does.", Kija said, not really concerned.

"Ik-soo. I saw Yoon run off."

"Damn. I nearly forgot. "

"Go. I'll cover you.", Shin-ah said, determined to ensure Kija brought Yoon back safely.

A nod was all the answer he got before Kija rushed towards the village. Jae-ha and Hak noticed, both shooting questioning looks towards Shin-ah, Hak shouting over the din, "Where's he going?"

This caught the attention of both Zeno and Yona. "Yoon.", was all Shin-ah said as he pushed back two more men who were wildly swinging their weapons.

He could feel, rather than see the concerned looks on four faces. The fight intensified, the Happy Hungry Bunch more determined now to finish the battle faster.

About fifteen minutes later, the only ones left standing were three dragon warriors, an ex-general and a red-haired princess. They all turned towards the blue-haired boy now, questions ready to spill out but before they could say a word, they heard quick footsteps moving towards them. The weapons re-emerged, defensive stances coming instinctively. They only relaxed then they sensed Kija's familiar presence and sure enough, he emerged from between the trees.

The relief quickly faded though, when they saw the small figure curled up in his arms. Kija shot them all a look that clearly said, not now... don't ask. An unspoken agreement passed through the group and they moved in the opposite direction as the village. After about half an hour of brisk walking, they stopped, deciding to set up camp for the night. They were worried now. Yoon never did appreciate being babied by the others but he hadn't moved from Kija's hold, nor had he scolded anyone for their injuries and ripped clothes that he'd have to fix later. He just sat, almost lifelessly in Kija's arms, red-rimmed eyes staring at something they couldn't see. It was unsettling to say the least. They didn't like seeing him this way.

In the back of their minds, they all had the awful feeling that they knew what had happened to reduce their energetic, endearingly bossy pseudo little brother to this state but they fervently hoped they were wrong. Kija's lips were set in a firm line, barely suppressed anger thrumming in his veins. He had kneeled on the ground, gently setting Yoon down close to the fire they had built. Losing some of the support from the older boy, Yoon swayed slightly, blinking as he roused slightly from his daze. Two pairs of hands reached out to steady him and it was then that Kija noticed that the rest of the party had crouched down next to them, not close enough to crowd but just enough to be reassuring. Hak was kneeling across him, one hand holding the boy's arm and the other gripping his shoulder, as if to ground him. Yona leaned over, placing her hand tenderly on Yoon's tear-stained, sooty face. He didn't respond, looking blankly at her.

"Is he hurt?", Hak asked, even as his hands ran over the younger boy's torso and limbs, probing carefully for injuries.

"His hands. It's not that bad, but he burnt them. ", he answered. Hak nodded, already noticing the burns. Yona was still stroking Yoon's face, her hand moving up to his hair. Kija shifted slightly, his feet falling asleep, but unwilling to jostle the young boy. Hak held out his arms wordlessly, and Kija nodded, passing him over into the other's arms. The ex-general took the boy's weight, leaning him against his chest before looking at the princess.

"It's alright, princess. He'll be okay."

"I'm sure he will Hak.", she smiled, not realising how Hak's heart fluttered at the gesture before leaning over and pressing her lips against Yoon's forehead.

"I'll be right back Yoon. Hak, I'm going to fetch some more firewood. You guys can take care of his burns, right?", she asked, getting up and dusting off her dress. The men nodded, Jae-ha already digging through Yoon's medicine bag, pulling out salves and bandages. Kija volunteered to go with her and the two soon disappeared into the forest.

"Aren't you gonna tease me about how oblivious she is, kid?", Hak asked, lightly shaking the boy, hoping for a response. As expected, he didn't get one. He sighed, closing his eyes for a brief moment. When he opened them, Jae-ha and Shin-ah were sitting across him.

Jae-ha looked uncharacteristically sombre as he raised the damp washcloth in his hand to Yoon's face, gently wiping away the traces of tears, soot and dirt. Dipping it into the bowl of water Shin-ah had set next to him, he wrung it out before picking up the boy's hands and gently cleaning the minor burns there. Zeno handed the salve to him and he rubbed it carefully over the boy's palms and fingers, wrapping them carefully. He'd probably yell at me for doing it wrong if he was in the proper state to do so, he thought fondly.

Just as he was about to set the hand down, the smaller fingers curled slightly around his before going slack. It was a pleasant surprise and a small but genuine smile touched Jae-ha's lips. He lightly set the hand down, unknowingly causing a barely aware Yoon to immediately miss the grip, burying his hand affectionately in the dishevelled head of hair tucked against Hak's neck.

Shin-ah looked around and noticed that Zeno was busy setting out Yoon's bedroll and pulling out a few blankets from their travel packs. He didn't really know what to do. He wasn't one to comfort people. Sure, he had comforted Yona before, but that was very different. He hesitated before slowly reaching out to delicately take Yoon's bandaged hand in his. He just held the hand for a while, mindful of the burns and then began to loosen the hold when to his immense surprise, the fingers curled around his tight enough that he got the message, please don't let go. He looked back at Yoon but the boy wasn't looking at him. He gripped the hand gently enough not to hurt but still reassuring, silently promising not to let go until the boy was ready.

By this time, Zeno had joined them, looking at the child huddled against Hak worriedly.

"Lad? Talk to us please. What did you need?", he said, not really expecting a response.

"I think he's still in shock.", Jae-ha said quietly, his fingers still running slowly through Yoon's hair.

Zeno nodded, touching the boy's back and rubbing it soothingly. No one moved, simply sitting there with Yoon in the centre of their huddle. Yoon's eyes began to droop and soon, his soft, even breaths were the only sound in the clearing. A slight sound caused the conscious members of the group to immediately perk up, at full alert without disturbing the sleeping boy. They looked in the direction of the noise and saw Kija and Yona walking back towards them. No one commented on the lack of firewood. The princess's eyes were tellingly red with tear tracks running down her face. Kija was silent, anger and sadness clear in his eyes. The others understood. They already knew, but this just confirmed it, if Yoon's behaviour wasn't clear enough.

"Is he alright?"

"He's asleep."

"That's good. Did he respond to you at all?"

"No... nothing."

"..."

"Maybe we should lay him down."

The last suggestion pushed everyone into motion. Yoon stirred when Hak stood up, blinking blearily when he was placed on his bedroll. Jae-ha gently pushed him down onto the soft fabric.

"Go back to sleep kid."

Yoon allowed himself to be laid down, turning into his side and curling up as Jae-ha placed a thick, warm blanket over him. He still held Shin-ah's hand and was relieved when the older boy made no attempt to pull away. Zeno sat behind him, still stroking his back and then, he slowly drifted off back into a fitful sleep.

As Yoon's eyes closed and his breaths evened out, Zeno sat back and then looked at Kija. As if thinking the same thing, Jae-ha, Shin-ah and Hak too turned to look at the white dragon warrior. Their expressions were clear. They wanted to know exactly what had happened. Kija sighed, sitting down near the sleeping Yoon.

"Ik-soo... he was already... gone when I reached them.", he grimaced as he said the words and the others couldn't quite hold back a wince either.

"Two of those... men were there. Yoon didn't even notice them. Or he didn't bother. They would've killed him.", he looked understandably, extremely upset at the thought.

"I hope you dealt with them properly.", Jae-ha said darkly, his voice unusually venomous. Hak nodded in agreement and Shin-ah grunted, still holding Yoon's hand. Zeno and Yona kept their anger in check better than their companions but it still burned beneath the surface. Kija barked out a humourless laugh.

"They didn't live to regret it I assure you."

Then more quietly, with the desperation of a man who had no clue how to fix something that he really wanted to but had no power over, "I've never seen him like this. I don't know what to do. We can't fix this." The last statement was resigned.

There was silence for a long time. Finally, Zeno spoke up, "We should tend to our injuries and then rest for a while. He'll need us tomorrow."

There was a soft murmur of agreement and soon all injuries, luckily minor, had been dealt with and everyone had quickly settled down. Yona lay down beside Yoon, wrapping her arms around the boy, hoping to somehow comfort him even in his sleep. Shin-ah, with his hand still held lightly in Yoon's grip lay down on Yoon's other side. Ao snuggled up next to Yoon's head. It was as if the little squirrel had realised that something was wrong with the little human child. Shin-ah cracked a rare smile. Ao always did try to make people feel better. It'll be alright, he silently promised the boy next to him. We'll all be here for you, was his final thought before sleep claimed him.

A/N: Well, I hope it wasn't too OOC despite the circumstances. Please leave a review!