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Determination	By : kre8tive Category: +G to L > Kyou Kara Maou Views: 4388 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo kara maoh. I only own the thoughts that are in my head, whatever they may be. (hehe)

*AN: Story may not be re-distributed without author's permission

**AN: This is my very first entry ever!

Hi! I’ve always wanted to do a KKM story, but was too afraid to actually go through with completing it. But this is my first time doing a story, so please go easy on me! I hope you'll like it!

It was another peaceful afternoon with the sun setting on the high hill which overlooks the land known as Shin Makoku. Stationed on that hill was the infamous Blood Pledge Castle. Every part of the castle was busy in its own respect, and everybody had their own thing to do. The maids were buzzing about the castle cleaning bedrooms and studies and preparing dinner for the residents of the castle. In the courtyard, soldiers were busy training for any danger that dared present itself in the near future, as such events do occur every now and then. Everywhere people were scurrying about here and there carrying on their everyday lives around the castle. There were many rooms lined throughout the castle, each room lined with bookcases and a red carpet that extends from the door to the back. Many have a glass wall that faces the courtyard as a forth wall, and a chandelier hanging from above. This was the traditional design for many rooms.

In one of the tallest parts of Blood Pledge in a room were four people that were known to all far and wide. Standing in the corner with his long dark, straight hair & steely cool blue eyes was the eldest son of former maou, Lady Cecilie von Spitzweg a.k.a Lady Celi, & Commander-in-Chief of the Mazoku army Gwendal von Voltarie. Decked with a dark green military uniform, the commander stayed his presence, mulling over paperwork and other duties that must be fulfill later. Gwendal von Voltarie was a businessman, and made sure all needs and wants of his country were seen to. One may mark him as a harsh, uncaring, insensitive man, but then they wouldn’t know the real eldest son. Gwendal may have an intimidating appearance, but never is he uncaring, for he supports and loves as any other man, just hidden beneath a tough exterior was all.

Standing opposite of him was the half-demon man with his usual gentle smile and caring gaze was the middle son of Lady Celi, Conrart Weller. Also known as the Lion of Luttenburg, the best swordsman in all the land, and generally ‘Conrad’ by friends and family. Fitted with his usual brown attire, with his short, neat brown hair and soft, light brown eyes that just barely contain a silver spark, he stood with a relaxed, yet alert posture that he always seemed to carry with him, and enjoyed the peace that came with everyday life as he fulfills his duties as the Maou’s bodyguard.

Somewhat in the middle of the room in the back sat a fiery young demon with golden wavy locks and a pair of deep, deceitful emerald green eyes. He is Wolfram von Bielefeld, youngest son of Lady Celi and fiancé of the ruling maou of the demon kingdom. The young demon was very prideful in everything he did, smart, and passionate. All the people in the demon tribe were revered for their good looks, but Wolfram von Bielefeld was known as one, if not the, most beautiful mazoku in history. With a strong resemblance to the original king, Shinou, and an almost exact copy of his mother, it was no wonder why Wolfram was drooled over almost daily. Fiery in looks and nature, he sat in a chair beside the Maou’s desk, patiently reading while waiting for the maou to complete his work.

In the middle of the back of the room, close to the glass wall, signing away documents that he may or may not have fully read all the way through sat the 27th Maou of the Demon tribe and Shin Makoku, Yuuri Shibuya. The teenage boy sighed as he scribbled his name over and over again onto what was a seemingly endless stack of work. Yuuri was unique, with his black hair and black eyes, it was a signal of royalty, shared with no one but his friend and Great Sage of the Kingdom, Murata Ken. He was the king of the demon kingdom, yet he was half-human and half-demon like Conrad Weller. Also one of, if not the, youngest kings ever crowned and the only king not of this world, but from a place called Earth. But it’s not the facts or the status or the looks that make him unique, it was who he was.

Yuuri gave an audible sigh as he recited his name with a pen repeatedly on paper. He had become accustom to it over the years and it became a second nature course of action for him. Yawning, Yuuri dropped his pen on the desk and stretches his hands above his head. From there he places his hands behind his head and stares his big black orbs at the ceiling as he becomes lost in thought.

‘It’s been two years since I’ve came back for the second time,’ Yuuri thinks to himself. ‘Even though I should be used to it, there are times when everything just feels so surreal for me. I’m 18, although on earth I probably look 16 still, maybe even 17. Maybe it’s just the same way that Wolfram’s 85 but still would be considered my age on earth.’ At the mention of his friend and accidental fiancé, Yuuri’s eyes wander over to Wolfram’s occupied form, deep into whatever it was he was reading. ‘It’s been about three years since we got engaged.’ Yuuri thought, ‘I haven’t completely gotten over that Wolfram’s a guy, but I know there would be no other person to take his place. I never know what he’s going to do, what he’s going to say, whether he’ll hurl fireballs or go into another jealous fit, but there’s something about him in which I can’t let him go...’

Feeling that there was a presence on him, although not threatening, Wolfram looked up from his book, and was startled to see Yuuri’s eyes staring right at him, looking lost in thought. Upon this knowledge, Wolfram blushed slightly and looked away, “What are you looking at wimp”, he asked. Instead of words for an answer, he heard a loud yawn and looked to Yuuri stretching and rubbing at tired eyes. Then Yuuri stood up and announced that he was tired and done for the day.

At this, Gwendal rose from his inner thoughts and looked to see that not even half of the large to-do stack was completed yet. “Heika, ” Gwendal started, but upon seeing the stack that Yuuri had completed, he concluded that Yuuri did more than he expected him to, so maybe he can let him go for the day. “Fine” was all Gwendal said as he went over to collect the stack of completed papers. At this, Yuuri, beamed one of his tired, yet innocent smiles at him, then at his godfather Conrad, who smiled back, before giving a yip and bursting through the door before Wolfram could set his book down and follow him.

Now free of his paperwork for the day, Yuuri trudged through the halls, feeling like a new man. It was always a relief when Gwendal gave the consent for him to be finished. Of course, being the king he could just order his friend to do it and leave anyway, but Yuuri felt as though it was his responsibility and he didn’t want to hurt his friends by doing that, or end up getting hurt from Gwendal’s temper either.

As he wandered through the halls, he thought about what to do next. Although liberated from his work and happy to spend time with his friends and family, he wanted to go think for awhile. He hardly has time for himself nowadays between paperwork, being around Wolfram and his possessive jealous fits, his studies his ever devoted lilac haired tutor Gunter, meeting with foreign diplomats to discuss treaties and regulations, playing and spending time with Greta, arranged parties and ceremonies, and whatever else may have popped up along the way.

His feet had just been leading him in no particular direction earlier, but now Yuuri decided to go out to the garden and watch the sunset, as the garden was a favorite spot of his, and the watching the sun in a beautiful setting was appealing and oddly reminded him of a certain blond.

Now into the garden, Yuuri had time to gather his thoughts about his life, and enjoy his moments in his castle in peace. The sun was already setting low into the sky partially hidden by clouds, producing an orange-ish color all around. Yuuri appreciated all that was given to him, but knows that some things just aren’t right. As he settled in under an old tree, he stared absent-mindedly, thinking about nothing and everything in particular. His eyes drifted over to Lady Celi’s flower garden and rested on a few flowers of hers. She always liked growing flowers and developed new types all the time. A few of her favorites were ‘Secret Gwendal’, and ‘Conrad Upon The Earth’, and one named after him, ‘Filled With Yuuri’s Naiveté’. All the flowers were gorgeous, but the one that stands out the most, at least to Yuuri anyway, was a yellow flower named ‘Beautiful Wolfram’.

‘Wolfram,’ Yuuri pronounced in his mind. He had been thinking about the blond a lot lately. ‘Things just build up over time, but it seems like I never reach the boiling point.’ Yuuri sighed once again ‘Gwendal’s been pestering me about my trips to earth, saying its not a clear sign of loyalty to Shin Makoku. Conrad tries to defend me by saying its good for me to still spend time with my other family, but he’s just being over protective as always. Wolfram always says I’m leaving to go cheat on him, which I can’t make him see that I would never do that, even if some of the girls are cute. But none of them ever make me feel as good about myself or as at ease as Wolfram.’ Yuuri pondered over Wolfram more and more.

‘I’ve tried being more friendly with him, and I’ve been more patient with him, but I just don’t know what to do. Its been THREE YEARS! How can I still be so unsure after all this time!?’ He shouted that last part in his mind. Of all things happening around him, the young demon confused him the most.

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“Stupid Wimp. He knows he shouldn’t just run out like that” muttered a irritated blond. Wolfram had left the office a few minutes after Yuuri because he always needed everything to be placed back neat, in which placing his book back in its proper place gave him a few minutes to think about what he was going to say to scold Yuuri for leaving him like that. ‘Now where did that wimp go?’ He thought, ‘The guard said he went this way somewhere.’

As Wolfram turned the corner, he ran into a smiling little girl that was the wonderful daughter he adopted along with Yuuri. Greta smiled at Wolfram her usual sweet smile as she happened to have all the time with her auburn hair and big Yuuri-like auburn eyes. She was the picture of cute in Wolfram’s mind, and the only one, besides Yuuri, that he will give himself for and beyond with no regrets.

Greta beamed her wide, infectious smile at Wolfram. “Hi Daddy” She embraced him in a hug. “Hello Greta. Have you seen Yuuri anywhere?” The little girl shook her head. “No. I was on my way to Anissina’s lab to play.” Wolfram sighed. Anissina von Karbelnikoff was definitely a piece of work. She was a childhood friend of Gwendal’s, a strong feminist, and the inventor of the castle. The only problem was that her inventions tend to blow up and leave chaos all around. But she was a good for Greta and a respected member of the castle, death bringer or not.

“Okay then, dinner should be soon. Don’t do anything dangerous, and if Anissina thinks of trying an experiment-” Greta rolled her eyes at her father’s over-protectiveness.

“I know, I know. Runaway, runaway and call the guards. And if she starts to try an experiment, runaway, runaway and get Gunter or Gwendal for her. And if she even thinks of using me in an experiment, runaway, call the guards, and tell her you’ll fry her like a hot potato on Friday. I get it.” Greta finished, still smiling.

Wolfram was full of pride that she remembered, although he expected it for she was a very bright girl for her age. “That’s my girl.” He crooned, ruffling her hair slightly. Greta just kept smiling then took off towards Anissina’s lab.

“Now where’s that damn wimp?” Returning to his former task, Wolfram decided to go to the gardens since that’s where the wimp seems to like to spend his time being lazy nowadays. He just took one step outside when he got there before he spotted the object of his desire. “There you are. Yuu-“ He started to call out before he stopped and drank the sight before him in.

Before him, bathed in a orange sunset glow, was the boy he has given his heart to time and time again. Laying against the old tree, Wolfram gazed at Yuuri as he was the most beautiful creature in his eyes. Yuuri was posed with one hand behind his head, in his other hand was a ‘Beautiful Wolfram’ flower. Wolfram couldn’t tell exactly from far away, but it seemed as if Yuuri was stressed about something. He had a calmed, peaceful demeanor about him, but his eyes seemed troubled. He was in deep thought about whatever he was thinking about, and was oblivious to the world around him. ‘My wimp needs me’ was all that went through Wolframs mind as he approached Yuuri and sat down beside him.

His hunches had to be right because normally Yuuri would at least knowledge that wolfram was there whenever he came this close, and this time Yuuri didn’t even shift his gaze until Wolfram practically flopped down beside him.

Yuuri was staring at the flower he went to go pluck just a few moments ago when he became suddenly aware of someone next to him. He looked over to see Wolfram’s slender frame positioned right beside him, and intoxicating emerald eyes staring at him. Those eyes, the one’s that made Yuuri so uncomfortable, so nervous, so wanted, so needed, so inviting to get lost in them all at the same time.

“What are you doing wimp?” Was what he barely heard when it brought him out of his trance-like state. “Don’t call me a wimp” “You’re my fiancé, I can call you whatever I want wimp.” Was his reply. Yuuri just let his eyes drop to the ground, too caught up in the emotions of what he was just feeling to really care about his somewhat ‘pet’ name. Wolfram sensed this and was instantly alarmed. He wanted to know what was on Yuuri’s mind, but a direct question might not get him his answers. But he was too impatient to really try anything else.

“What’s wrong Yuuri?” now in his sensitive, understanding, caring voice that he only reserved for Yuuri and small children. ‘Nothing’, that was the expected reply, but instead he got “Wolf, what would you do if you felt so caught up between what everybody else wanted and what you wanted that you don’t know what to do? And what would you do if you have something to tell, but are to afraid to admit it?”

Wolfram was too shocked to respond at first, taken utterly off guard that Yuuri was so open to him. He tried to speak, but his mouth just formed an O, so he had to shut it to regain his composure. He thought about what Yuuri said, about deciding what you want, then it hit him that Yuuri was hiding something, something that he wants to get off his chest, and to him! Wolfram! The one who has been trying to get Yuuri to open up to him for about three years now! Wolfram’s heart was racing, but he regulated himself in a calm manner, or at least tried to, to provide the answers that Yuuri was so patiently waiting for.

“First, well, Yuuri, uh, know that you should always follow your heart. Do what you want. You are king. You have the right to choose your own path. You know that I’ll always support you, no matter what. And second, what’s on your mind Yuuri? Do you have something that you wanna share?”

Wolfram hoped that this will be his time, not his brother Conrad’s who always gives Yuuri advice without Wolframs permission, or that know-it-all Sage that always aggravates him to no end. He wanted to be here for Yuuri in his time of need, as a friend, as a fiancé, as one who Yuuri could trust like no other.

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Yuuri was very hesitant to talk about anything, but he knew Wolfram would never lie to him. The whole time he had been sitting here by himself he had been pondering over one of his most reoccurring questions, whether or not to try to become more open to Wolfram, who has always supported him, always been there, always right behind him to give him a push when he needed it, or in front of him to stop him from doing something stupid.

Yuuri wanted to be honest to Wolfram, for he felt like he’d been lying to his friend for a long time now and that Wolfram more than deserves to at least know honestly what’s going on. But he was still having a hard time for himself exactly what he wanted.

While Yuuri was pondering and battling evil demons, the silence was extending what raking on his nerves.

“Yuuri, whatever you have to say, please know that I’ll always be here for you. I’m always your,” and at this part he choked some, “friend.” What he wanted to say was that he loved Yuuri more than the world itself and go through hell just so that he’ll be safe. But that may have been a bit too much for him at the moment. Wolfram put a somewhat trembling hand on Yuuri’s shoulder, but couldn’t leave it there because of the effect Yuuri’s touch had on Wolfram.

Yuuri gave a small soft smile at the gesture which put a spark of hope and small determination in his eyes to confess to Wolfram.

“Wolf...” At his name, Wolfram started intently at Yuuri, “I have something to confess...”

Thanks sooo much for reading! So what did you think? I'm really nervous. I hope to post up the next chapter within the next few days! Also reviews are greatly welcomed! Please review! Or email me!

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