A/N: I haven't written anything in a long time. But I just suddenly had this idea, and I think it might be nice to see it through to something.

This might not be that long, and will probably will be mainly focused only on Yuuram, with other characters only cameoing.

"I'm leaving. I will explore this world and find out what love means here. I want to know what keeps you from loving me."

These threes sentences, written on this now well aged piece of paper, set off our journey around the world.

"Yuuri..."

A loud slap, followed by the sounds of a door opening and then slamming shut. The heavy footsteps of someone running away.

And I was left dumbfounded, standing there, with a red mark on my cheek.

"I didn't think he'd take it this poorly..." I muttered to myself.

Falling back, I hit my bed hard and closed my eyes. This was far more troublesome than I thought it would be.

I always thought that deep down, Wolfram knew that I didn't feel the same about him as he did about me. I thought of him as a friend, a confidante, a presence in my life, but not as my lover.

I'd been toning up the hints lately too, especially since I brought him back to earth this time.

"Wolfram..." I muttered his name as I draped an arm over my eyes. "Ugh..."

"Well, there's nothing much I can do about it now. I'm sure he'll calm down in a bit." I thought to myself as I sprang up from my bed.

"Still..."

A sudden sigh of exasperation.

"Who's there!?"

A figure with black hair sprang from my closet.

"Yuuri, you really have no experience with relationships, do you? The least you could do is consult with me before you do something dunderheaded like this," the figure spoke with a look of annoyance on its face.

"Murata!? What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was just looking for that baseball bat you borrowed from me. You know it's been a year right?'

"No! But how did you get in my room!?"

"Oh. That's easy, your mom gave me a key to your house"

"Wait, what!?"

"Oh yeah, me and your mom are real close now. You really should talk to her more often, build up a rapport. It works wonders."

"I don't like the idea of you having a rapport with my mom. That's so creepy, I can't believe you could get a key just like that."

"Hehe. That's nothing. I remember that time she let me borrow your pajamas."

"She did what!?"

"Oh. You were away in Shin Makoku and there was a freak dryer fire so I lost all my pajamas. All I had to do was call and she came running over."

"Ugh..." I tried my best to look as annoyed as possible, but my mind jumped back to the blond boy who had just stormed out of my room.

"So you saw all that, huh?"

"Well, yeah. You guys came in while I was looking, so I had to shut myself in your closet. By the way, you should really clean that out once in a while. It smells awful in there."

"I don't need lessons in hygiene from a creepy stalker who hangs out in other people's closets."

"I think you're confusing the issues here."

I ignored him and closed my eyes for a second. Wolfram's face came up in my mind, his eyes glittering with held back tears.

"Wolfram seemed really upset... I should apologize... I thought it was the right time to tell him that we weren't right together... But I guess I was wrong," I sighed again "I thought at worst he'd just brush it off again, like usual."

"Well, you really picked a bad time to do it, didn't you? Two days before his birthday? No fiance would want to hear that."

"It... It's his birthday in two days? I didn't know that."

"Well, strictly speaking, it was two days until his birthday when we left the other world, but with the way time reacts when we travel between the world, it's hard to say whether it's passed or not."

"Nobody even told me when we left..."

"Well, we all thought you had something planned out, I thought that was the reason you took him here. For a birthday surprise. It's not as big a deal for demons since they live so long, but it's still nice to celebrate it. Especially with someone you love."

"Stop saying that! Wolfram doesn't love me. He's just... Used to the idea of us being engaged," I said more forcefully than I meant to.

A look of sympathy and pity flashed over Murata's face, and for a second I thought I could see a glimpse the thousands year old soul in his eyes.

"Yuuri... You really don't understand, do you?" he smiled a slightly sad smile "Did you notice how happy Wolfram was when he came over this time? Wasn't it a bit more than usual?"

"I..." I thought back to when I opened the portal and when the three of us stepped over, maybe my memory was tainted by what Murata said, but Wolfram really did seem happier this time. From the back of my mind, I heard a soft whisper "He didn't complain this time."

The last two times when I brought him here, he wouldn't stop complaining about this world. Yet this time he just came with me, without a word of complaint.

"Well Yuuri, I had thought you didn't love him. So why did you lead him on and bring him over all these times anyhow?"

I looked up at Murata as he asked me the question, his glasses concealing his eyes behind light reflected from the setting sun outside the window.

"I just thought that if he learned more about our world, he'd understand why I can't accept our engagement."

"You seem a bit confused. You just said he didn't love you. But if he didn't love you, why would he keep the engagement? Why would he be so vehement about it? Why would he need so much convincing?"

I opened my mouth to argue, but no words came out.

I stared up at the ceiling from my bed. The house was silent. With mom and dad off on vacation and Shouri gone, Wolfram and I had been the only ones in here. But he still hasn't come back after our fight.

I went looking for him with Murata, but after hours of searching we still couldn't find him.

"I hope he's alright," I said out loud, to no one in particular.

The shadow cast by the oak tree in my backyard swayed before my eyes as I drifted off to sleep.

That night, no one stole my sheets, or kicked me off the bed, or slapped me in the face. Yet it was the worst night's sleep I had gotten in a long time.

"Wolfram?" I called out as I opened my eyes.

Silence. I guess he didn't come back all night.

I ran down the stairs, looking for any signs that he had come back.

I found it on my kitchen table.

A small piece of paper.

A/N: Ah... Yeah. My writing's a bit rusty now. Hopefully this will get better. I hope this made some sense to any and all readers. Tell me if you like the idea or if you see promise. Or if you have suggestions for writing improvements. Or just anything, you know. If it's really stupid.