Anyways, The first paragraph of this story…Yeah, just go along with it ookay? It has to do with the plot. And I just like to imagine Yuuri like that! Shorter than Wolfram because Wolfram hit a growth spurt! Yeah.

Naruto: Hey, why am I on this if this isn't about me?

L.A.: Because…Your just to cute~

Sasuke: *murderous aura*

L.A.: Hehehe…*runs away*

Naruto: Since Loveless is gone, I'll do the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: L.A. Doesn't own Kyou Kara Maou! Only when dreaming!

Revised:12/19/10
Updated:12/24/10

It's been two years since the Shinou incident and Yuuri's physical features changed drastically. Now 18, his hair grew a few more inches—not as long as the Maou, but enough—and it framed his face. He didn't really grow much, you can say he shrunk more since his fiancée, Wolfram, hit his growth spurt and got taller. His eyes held more naïveté—if possible—and his body looked more effeminate. If not for him having a fiancée, all of the people in Shin Makoku, no, in every land, would want to court him. And during these two years, something changed. The thing, no, person that changed, was Wolfram. Yes, Wolfram changed. He never called Yuuri a wimp when he chatted with women, and he didn't sleep in the same room as Yuuri anymore. When confronted by his brothers, Conrad and Gwendal, about this, all he said was, "I don't want to keep pretending. This is only a political marriage in which both parties don't love each other." Then he walked off, leaving his brothers to stunned to move.

Yuuri was awake. He was wide awake and it was nearing 3AM. He was on his bed, lonely. Since Wolfram stopped sleeping in his room, it seemed to be colder. Sighing, he got out of the bed and went to the balcony. Just recently, a lot of things has happened to the young Maou. First, his heart was broken, he found out that Wolfram was dying—he was the only one who knew, besides Murata—and he learned how to save him even though Yuuri would endanger himself.

'Should I save Wolfram?" He thought.

'But he wouldn't appreciate it' His mind argued back.

'But—'

'No buts! He doesn't even love you.'

'But I love him! And I'd gladly give up my life to save him.'

Yes, Yuuri Shibuya loved Wolfram von Bielefeld. The same person who kept denying it and saying men can't marry men. The same person who kept pushing Wolfram away. He only did those things because he knew Wolfram didn't love him. Wolfram acted jealous only because he didn't want to humiliate himself in front of others. This Yuuri knew and it hurt him. It hurt him deeply. But even though it hurt, he hid it behind his smiles. All the hurt, loneliness, and grief. All of it hidden away. Celi, Conrad, Gwendal, Murata, and Anisinna knew this too, but didn't say anything—which Yuuri was grateful for. Anisinna even asked if she can try out Have-Anyone-Fall-In-Love-With-You-kun on Wolfram, to which he kindly refused. But one day, all those pent up emotions were free, His mask broke that day.

(Flashback: 2 weeks ago)

Yuuri was walking in the halls, going to Greta's room to play since his lesson with Gunter were over and he didn't need to sign any papers until after lunch. He was about to turn a corner when he heard voices.

"Don't you care for Yuuri at all!" Gwendal said in a loud whisper.

'What's Gwendal talking about? Why's Conrad and Wolfram there too?' Yuuri thought.

"Wolfram, you guys are engaged. At least try to care." Conrad said, trying to keep his anger in check. He loved Wolfram, he really did, but he didn't want his god son to get hurt.

Yuuri was anxious. What was Wolfram going to say? There was hope shining in Yuuri's heart. The hope that would allow him to believe.

"I don't want to keep pretending. This is a political marriage, in which both parties don't love each other," was all Wolfram said. Then, he walked away, leaving both his brothers there, to shocked to move.

Yuuri couldn't breathe. Wolfram didn't love him. He didn't. Yuuri should've known. Wolfram wouldn't love him. Of course not. Then why did his heart ache so much? He knew that Wolfram only put up with the engagement and himself because he wanted to look good. Yuuri didn't notice the tears running down his face. All he could think of was run. And run he did. He ran to his room and locked the door. The day, he didn't leave his room, to occupied crying out his hurt, pain, loneliness, and grief.

(Flashback over)

Not sooner after that, Yuuri got the news about Wolfram's illness from Murata.

(Another flashback: 1 week ago)

Yuuri was aimlessly walking around outside of Blood Pledge Castle, deep in thought. 'He doesn't love me.' He kept repeating over and over in his should have known. If you were engaged to the Maou, you wouldn't let this chance to become more powerful to slip through your fingers, right? But still, it hurt to hear that you weren't loved from the one person you loved. This pain was worst than any kind of physical pain. It hurt inside. And it wasn't bearable to Yuuri. It wasn't. No, Yuuri coul—.

"Yo!" Yuuri was interrupted from his thoughts when his best friend, Murata greeted him.

Finally taking in his surroundings, Yuuri noticed that he ventured far from the Castle. He was in front of Shinou's Temple(is that what its called?). Murata was standing in front of him.

"Hey, Murata," Yuuri greeted back.

"What's wrong?" Murata asked.

"Nothing"

"Mhmm," Murata said, obviously not believing him, but he didn't pry any further.

"Oh yeah," Murata said, "I need to tell you something."

"What is it?" Yuuri asked.

"I don't know how to put this any lighter, so I'll say it bluntly. Wolfram is going to die." Murata said, face and tone serious.

"What! Why! How!" Yuuri was in shock. Wolfram was going to die. 'Oh God. Wolfram is going to die.'

"Shibuya! Calm down. The reason he is going to die is solved, but the way he got it isn't." Murata said.

"Care to elaborate on that?" Yuuri asked, almost impatiently.

"Well, there is another power inside of Wolfram. It's not exactly maryoku. It's more like a parasite. An invisible one, if you may. Now, this 'parasite' drains all of a Mazoku's maryoku. This takes about 4 weeks to do. Then, it attacks the immune system and weakens it. It will then go directly to the heart and block all the blood flow from entering the organ. Then the Mazoku will die." Murata explained.

"Is there a way to save him?" Yuuri asked desperately. Even though Wolfram did not love him, Yuuri loved Wolfram and he'd risk his own life to save him.

"Yes there is, but you will not be." Murata said.

"It's okay. I'll save Wolfram no matter what." Yuuri said, eyes glowing with determination.

"Okay," Murata started, "The only way to save him is…"

(Flashback Over)

Finding his resolve, Yuuri slipped out of his room and went to Wolfram's. It was only a few doors down, so he didn't have to walk far. Opening the door to his room, he entered slowly.

Wolfram's room was smaller than Yuuri's but was relatively similar. Besides the bed being covered in a black blanket and many white pillows. The room was colored a creamy blue.

Walking over to Wolfram's bed, Yuuri put both his arms over his fiancée's body and started chanting. His hands and Wolfram were both glowing purple. This went on for a few minutes and when Yuuri was done, the glowing disappeared.

Feeling exhausted, Yuuri trudged back to his room and fell on his bed. To tired to think about anything, the young Maou fell into a deep sleep.

-Owari-

YAY! Done.

So, how was it? Was it good.

Naruto: Aww! Why doesn't Wolf love him? Why! *sobs dramatically*

Sasuke: I'm taking this dobe back to my house, where we'll be *smirks* studying with each other.

L.A.: *shudders* Okay. Have fun.

PLEASE R&R. FLAMES ARE ALLOWED ONLY BECAUSE I BARELY STARTED WRITING MY SECOND STORY!