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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 pile of homework I have.

Hi again! I've finally finished this chapter and am excited to post it up now! I'm excited about all the hits I'm getting and even a few ratings! although no reviews <Sniff> but still I push on! So without further ado..

Chapter 2

“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...”

It was the moment of truth. Yuuri wanted to spill all his fears, his frustrations, his happiest moments with Wolfram, and his most feared thoughts that involved Wolfram all at once. After uttering his last statement, he was still staring at the ground intently as he tried to summon the strength to go through with what he knew was his heart wanted. ‘I have to do this’ he thought to himself. ‘I may never find the strength to go through this again if I don’t do something now. Wolf deserves to know. I’m just scared of what’ll happen afterward. But I gotta do this.’ With fear in his heart, mixed with determination, he slowly tilted his head up to look Wolfram in the eyes to proceed.

For Yuuri, that was a mistake.

“Wolf I..” and Yuuri’s sentence was lost. When he looked into the eyes of Wolfram von Bielefeld, he lost all sense of coherent thought. His throat became tightened. His head felt lightened. His mouth went dry. His stomach felt too little to contain all the little dancing butterflies he was feeling. Yuuri had always known that Wolfram was a beautiful person, hence calling him a Bishōnen or pretty boy upon first meeting him, but he had never really actually looked at Wolfram’s beauty. The way the afternoon sun seems to bathe and somewhat highlight Wolfram’s rich blonde hair, his delicate skin that would seem so damaged if even bumped, his adorable little fang that sometimes sticks out when he smiles a true smile, and most importantly his eyes.

Through Wolfram’s eyes Yuuri could get a glimpse of Wolfram’s soul, his heart, his being. Yuuri never felt so average before in his life, and he has NEVER felt so nervous and relaxed at the same time before. The depth of the eyes that were gazing solely on him made Yuuri lose himself to his inner yearning for Wolfram. Yuuri felt as though those eyes penetrated his very body. He forgot all focus in those eyes. Those deep emerald eyes that seemed to steal away any words or thoughts the young maou had as he felt more compelled than ever to stare into the beautiful pools of Wolfram’s devoted eyes…

Wolfram had just been starting to debate on whether or not to try a different tactic to try to start Yuuri on opening up when Yuuri somewhat popped his head up from whatever spot on the ground he was privately staring at. Right before Wolfram could open his mouth to find out what’s wrong with his wimp, said wimp stared directly into his eyes, and kept Wolfram transfixed in the most intense heart-stopping gaze ever. Yuuri’s eyes, Yuuri’s gentle, innocent, royal, black eyes, were set upon Wolfram as if he was the most beautiful creature ever. The depth of Yuuri’s eyes and the deepness of his look caused Wolfram’s breath go short, his face to heat up, & his heart to pound harder than ever before.

In Yuuri’s eyes, Wolfram found he was the sole focus of attention. Nothing else seemed to matter at the moment except for Wolfram. There was a longing in Yuuri, one that Wolfram could easily read from the look on his face, but the thing that made his head start spinning was the info he gained from Yuuri’s stare. There was definitely apprehension, there was interest, there was care and comfort, there was even concern. But behind all of this, Wolfram thought he could sense and see a spark in his eyes. Wolfram couldn’t exactly be sure what it was, but something was definitely there. It could just be his delusional mind playing tricks on him again, using his need of Yuuri’s attention to make him see what he wants to see, but then again he can’t help but feel attracted to that spark. His natural curiosity, devotion and love for Yuuri kept Wolfram fixated in his trace, unable to tear himself away from the other boy.

The two boys, lost in each other, never noticed the two figures approaching them.

Sent by Gwendal to fetch the young demon king and their youngest brother maybe thirty minutes after their departure, Conrad had begun looking around the castle in search of the two. A couple of the guards and some maids claimed to have witnessed them outside in the gardens. After walking through what seemed like an infinite number of hallways to reach the gardens outside, he finally found the objects of his search.

Now Conrad stood just a few feet away, both amused and somewhat surprised by the event taking place before his eyes. Conrad seemed to be in awe of the feel that he absorbed from looking at the two young boys who looked at each other as if they were actually trying to see into each other. As far as Wolfram is concerned, this is not really shocking for Conrad. Wolfram had always showed signs of longing for Yuuri almost since the boy first arrived. He watched Wolfram throughout the years and saw how attached he had become to Yuuri, and witnessed how hurt but brave he was to basically shove Yuuri to earth when there wasn’t a guarantee that Yuuri could come back. Through all his observing, he knew Wolfram’s true feelings towards the double black were undoubtedly real and genuine.

No, Wolfram wasn’t the shocker. The thing that took Conrad by surprise was the expression Wolfram was receiving from Yuuri. This was something new from his Godson, and he was in awe of Yuuri’s admittance to actually show some sign of…affection? Conrad wiped his eyes to take another glance only to find that his eyes were not deceiving him. The look on Yuuri’s innocent face was a priceless look of love and want, even if a somewhat puppy love. Now whether or not Yuuri realized how much he showed in his expression was a different thing, but it all read the same to Conrad.

Standing beside Yuuri’s godfather and protector was the peoples Great Sage, Murata Ken.

Murata happened to be aimlessly wandering about the castle, arms behind his head, daydreaming about some of the ladies guarding Shinou’s temple when he happened to notice Sir Weller walking towards another hallway with a seemingly searching purpose. Deciding he had nothing else to do, he followed after him. It wasn’t until Sir Weller stopped in the garden that Murata finally caught up with him. They had barely acknowledged each other’s presence before the scene between Yuuri and Wolfram caught their attention.

Murata looked hard at the connection between Yuuri and Wolfram through black eyes and thick glasses, fully taking in the spectacle. He then smiled to himself and ran one his hands through his thick black, but currently dyed blue, hair. ‘It’s about time something happened Shibuya. By taking so long I was starting to think that I was losing my touch. I had known something was going to happen, either sooner or later. But I’ll be damned if I let you get away with saying anything about not being with Wolfram now.... hehe.’

Conrad and Murata looked at each other simultaneously, both with amusement evident in their eyes. Acknowledging that they shared similar thoughts, they watched the boys for a minute further before disturbing their moment.

Not realizing the presence of others, Yuuri and Wolfram were gone someplace far else, far away in their minds to the point that neither could really think about what was happening, just feel with their hearts. Both Maou and prince felt a strong, strange energy circling around them. It shot up their spines and left a trace of need. The need to be close. The need to be united. By now, both boys had a set of dry lips and short breaths. Neither wanted to move, or pull away, but they felt a strong pull in the direction of the other. Unconsciously, both started to lean towards the other, eyes half-lidded and lips hungry.

Now they were only an inch apart…

“Well what do we have HERE?!!”

In a snap the chemistry was broken and both boys blinked back to reality before hastily flying apart. Red blush showed in each of their faces from the embarrassment of being caught, and from not even realizing what they were doing.

Yuuri panted hard as he tried to comprehend what just happened. Was he really about to kiss Wolfram, despite his reoccurring excuse of him being a guy? ‘No’, Yuuri thought, ‘That wouldn’t happen, would it?’ Somewhere inside himself, Yuuri thought he heard a snicker.

Witnessing from deep within Yuuri’s soul, Yuuri’s other half and his more powerful demon side, the Maou had been observing what was happening through Yuuri’s eyes. ‘I see you’ve stop denying so hard Yuuri’ the Maou said. Yuuri, still in aftershock of what happened, tried to argue back. ‘I’m not denying anything. Wolfram is just my friend and a guy. I really care about him, but there isn’t anything beyond that.’ Yuuri was about to add an ‘I think’, but thought better about it. ‘Yuuri, you do remember that I am you, as you are me, and that I heard that last little piece of doubt that you were about to add?’ the Maou asked, somewhat cheekily. Yuuri blushed internally at being caught.

‘Yuuri,’the Maou started once again ‘I know you, just like you know me. I greatly admire Wolfram, but it is not my side of us that he wants. It’s you. And although you play the sweet innocent and oblivious game, we both know that you’re not that dense, although I can’t excuse you from being oblivious altogether, that’s just naturally you. But I must ask to stop doing this to Wolfram. You say it’s only because he’s a guy, but you haven’t really given any other reason as to why not at least try. You even came to the garden to contemplate about Wolfram, and was even prepared to confess to him. With this in mind, I haven’t completely given up on you. Just give in Yuuri. You may find that it may soon be too late to act.’ Yuuri thought about every word the Maou said as he finished, and realized every word was true. But even so, even if just telling him everything made him happy, Yuuri was still scared to completely give himself to Wolfram.

Wolfram was flustered beyond belief. ‘What the hell just happened?’ As his mind started to work again and replay the episode that just took place, he realized he had let his guard down, let down the wall that he had somewhat built for himself to avoid moments like this and becoming hurt again. He was suppose to be a devoted bodyguard from a distance. He was suppose to remember the boundaries he had set for himself and not give in to his want of Yuuri. Furthermore, he was so far gone he didn’t even realize how close he was to the wimp, but not forgetting that the wimp seemed to be leaning close to him also. He might of actually kissed Yuuri! He might of finally gotten a piece of a reward for all he’s done, but it was all ruined by that damn Sage! ‘Dammit!’ Wolfram was feeling a bit of confusion as to why that had just happened, a bit of happiness that he wasn’t alone in his thinking as Yuuri seemed to resemble his current state as well, and more than a touch of anger at the Great Sage for his interruption.

Said Sage stared and smiled mischievously at the two young boys as they helped each other off the ground, trying hard to avoid eye contact with each other.

As the boys approached, Conrad noticed the evident blush in both of their faces and the rude and ruthless stare the Great Sage was receiving from his little brother. Conrad could only imagine what evil little things going through Wolfram’s head involving the Sage and allot of fire for rudely interrupting his and Yuuri’s private moment.

“Well hello Wolfram, Shibuya.” Murata paused to observe the redness still present in Yuuri and Wolfram when they reached him. In typical spoiled brat fashion, Wolfram crossed his arms, closed his eyes, and turned his head away from Murata with a ‘Humph’. Murata smiled at this at continued. “I was just walking with Sir Weller and just happened to notice fireworks going off in the garden. Either of you care to explain to a confused, oblivious person like me what happened to set them off?” Not fully understanding the fireworks reference but finding the unmistakable humor in Murata’s tone, Wolfram gave another ‘humph’. Although in his cheeks was another faint blush as the incident in question made its way back to his mind. Yuuri on the other hand, lowered his eyes and scratched the back of his head. “Well… ahh… haha” he gave a nervous laugh and scratched his head some more.

Clearly enjoying the effect his teasing was having on Wolfram and Yuuri, Murata smiled even more when he noticed Wolfram’s eye peek open to see if he was still staring, and shut back closed tightly when Murata winked at him. And he watched Yuuri squirm and shift his feet nervously from Murata’s inquiring. Inside of himself Yuuri felt the Maou’s amusement at his friend’s teasing.

Not wanting to risk Wolfram’s temper setting the Sage on fire, or Yuuri running away after finally finding him, Conrad decided it was better to bring Yuuri and Wolfram up to date on what’s going. “Wolfram, Yuuri, you are both needed in Gwendal’s office. A letter has just arrived but the seal is unknown and is addressed specifically to you, Yuuri. Great Sage, you may want to come also, in case there is something in which we could use your knowledge. ” Three heads nodded at Conrad’s statement, and they all headed for Gwendal’s office.

The walk wasn’t a long one, but with Conrad in the front, Wolfram and Yuuri side by side behind him, and Murata’s wicked eyes heavy on the boys from behind them, it was a somewhat uncomfortable experience for Wolfram and Yuuri. Neither has fully digested what took place in the garden, and both felt as though Murata wasn’t through interrogating them as they marched onward.

Yuuri was still debating his feelings about what happened, and what caused him to go that far when all he intended to do was talk with Wolfram. The Maou’s words sort of struck a nerve when he warned not to keep doing this to Wolfram, for he was the only one he completely understood his thoughts and feelings.

Wolfram was floored. He wasn’t suppose to get caught up in imaging things like Yuuri loving him and giving in to Yuuri’s kindness as love. He know the wall he built wasn’t perfect, it has its flaws, but that’s still no excuse for what happened. And he wasn’t suppose to get caught in such an embarrassing and private moment as that. It was definitely a connecting moment between him and Yuuri, one he had been waiting forever for even though he had told himself many times over that it wouldn’t happen. And the thing that perplexed his mind the most was that unreadable spark in Yuuri’s eyes. He has watched Yuuri since he first came to this world, and has never seen such a look in his eyes before, not even such a strong one for Greta, who he loves fully with his heart. It was so familiar and foreign at the same time. Like when he looks at Yuuri sometimes and feels a spark of… love? ‘Oh Shinou, could what I saw really be a look of…’

Wolfram didn’t get to finish his thought as they had already approached and entered the Commander’s office.

Closing the door behind him, immediately Wolfram noticed in a chair to the right was Yuuri’s tutor, advisor, and the second best swordsman in the land next to Conrad, Gunter von Christ. He was, of course a handsome man with lilac hair flowing long and flawless to his stomach, complementing his white outfit with the black lining. What disgusted Wolfram about him was the soft, prideful, dreamy, longing look in the Violet eyes of Gunter as Yuuri entered the office.

As usual with the advisor to the Maou, his over energetic nature combined with his huge infatuation with Yuuri took over as he embraced the poor boy in tight hold, a sort of obsessive form of a one way hug, as Yuuri smiled and tried to gently pry his way from the now choke hold. “Hello Gunter” Yuuri managed to speak somehow. Gunter eyes were leaking with joy at just the sight of the young man, and he rambled on about his love and admiration for Yuuri.

By now everyone had become accustomed to Gunter’s over the top nature when it came to Yuuri and just let it happen as a certain someone was sure to stop it soon.

As if on cue, Yuuri felt himself being ripped away from Gunter’s arms into a pair of familiar arms circling around him. “Get your filthy perverted hands off him! Go find your own!” shouted a livid blond, flames seemingly burning hot within his eyes.

Not deterred in the least bit, Gunter attempted to take his Yuuri back from Wolfram. “You don’t deserve him you little lord brat! How am I suppose to go on living without the smile from my young master to help me see through the end and beginning of every day?!”

“I don’t know nor do I care! If you touch him again I’ll burn all of your hair from old gray to burnt crisp!” Wolfram fired back as he dodged another attempt from Gunter to retrieve Yuuri.

“It’s not gray! It’s a graceful lilac!”

“It’s old and gray and has been around too long just like you! Pervert!”

“Spoiled Brat!”

With all the spinning going on and name-calling, Yuuri was becoming very dizzy and somewhat disoriented. He was glad for Wolfram’s support otherwise he wouldn’t be able to stand, although Wolfram was partly to blame for his dizziness also. Thankfully Gwendal ended it before it got any worse.

“ENOUGH” Gwendal bellowed, causing both Gunter and Wolfram to stop in mid-action.

“This had gone far enough. Gunter, return to your chair! Wolfram, release His Majesty at once! I swear, the higher ups of this castle act like nothing more than common children. One is a clever historian with fierce swordsmanship and the other is one of the most powerful fire users ever, and yet you would never know it by looking at them. ” Another wrinkle added to the collection that always stayed on Gwendal’s forehead as he sat down and watched his commands be carried out.

Gunter reluctantly returned to his place as Wolfram, if not even more reluctantly, released Yuuri from his hold onto shaky legs. Holding his head until the room stopped spinning, Yuuri stood up straight again and regained his composure.

“Wimp” he heard Wolfram mutter, but didn’t bother to reply as no matter what, he’ll always be a wimp to Wolfram. Conrad and Murata were leaning against the wall, both with smiles on their faces from the regular occurrences that were Gunter’s obsession and Wolfram’s jealousy.

There was then an audible sign in the room. “Your Majesty,” Gwendal said “this is for you. ” He held up a letter with ‘To His Majesty the Demon King Only’. It held nothing else except a seal on the back. Once Yuuri reached the desk, despite another jealous look from his accidental fiancé, Yuuri glanced over the envelope. The seal Yuuri didn’t recognize, although he was still learning about all the little aspects of his world even after all this time.

To Gwendal’s exhausted relief, Yuuri finally opened the letter and read what was so important that it was addressed to him only…

So what did you think? I'm not sure exactly where I'm going with this story, I only sorta have an idea and I'm just letting the story write itself for now. Suggestions are welcomed. I just finished this along with two other papers, so my keyboard definitely needs to rest lol. Reviews are greatly appreciated, the button is just below. Until next chapter! kriter727@yahoo.com
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