Okay everyone be nice, this is my very very first fic. Though I have read many, I thought I would for once in my life try. So I was watching Kyou Kara Maou episode 12 to 15; where Yuuri and Gwendal get chained together. And a plot bunny jumped into my head. So, I thought I would write it, and here it is. This takes play during episode 12, when Conrad and Wolfman get eaten by the sand

Gwendal POV

He keeps doing this every time he comes back: getting into trouble. Or maybe it is the fact that troubles always finds him, either way it is annoying and frustrating, and will give me more wrinkles.

I told them not to bring him, but the second thing I see after seeing Conrad is the king on the back of his horse. Of course he is wearing those 'contacts' and his hair is coloured, but he still looks the same. On the few rare occasions I have seen him with his contacts on; I find that his eyes are still the same. I am fully aware that the colour is different, but the looks in his eyes are still as determined, fierce … and lovely …

Out of all of the luck, we run into a sand bear! There is sand for miles, and some how we run into a sand bear. And why do I have this funny feeling if he was not here, this would not have happened. And to top it off, because of the Houryoku that fills these lands, the person present who was able to see it was him. Of course he had no idea of the danger he was in, talking about how 'cute' it was. Idiot.

I sometimes wonder what would have happened to him if Conrad was never always there. I swear, he would be dead if it was not for Conrad. Though I do not understand the relationship between him and my brother are they friends or more? He orders, yes orders, Conrad to go after Wolfman. Is it because he cares for him? Or is it because it is his nature? Yet how I wish it was his nature that wishes to make sure my brother is safe, and nothing more.

Now we are alone, together. It is not that I dislike our king, it is the fact that he is so naïve, or ignorant of our culture. He is our damn king, yet he knows nothing. Not of the dangers of this world, or the customs; which he should learn sooner than later. When we get back I will have to tell Gunter of my displeasure of the king's lack of knowledge.

Now we are stuck in the desert … alone … together. Just the two of us, no one else. Usually Conrad is always with the king, or Gunter or even Wolfman, never are we alone together. When I think about us being alone together, I get this odd feeling in my stomach. However, I am in fear of voicing my discomfort in case Anissina would over hear me and decided to 'help' me.

He keeps talking. I will never understand the desire of unnecessary talking, though everyone else seems to enjoy it. Nevertheless, I can not help but enjoy myself, oddly enough. His presence, unlike others, Anissina, does not irritate me. It is almost … pleasant.

"Hey, there's something called communication …"

He does this too me as well, make me lose my focus. Though now that I have regained it, I realize how close he really is to me. I could just lean forward, not even a foot and accomplish more than my brother has. Oh god … did I just think about kissing the king! I should not be thinking such things, let alone about my brother's fiancé. Look at something else … my eyes start to wander south of their own accord, straight to his crotch. That does not seem to help the matter.

the dolphin noise

"… do you want it?"

Do I want it? What is he … oh the dolphin on his belt. Foolish me, thinking that he meant something more. The desert is starting to affect me more than I think. He is talking again, though I can not focus on his words, just his lips. Why is that toy in front of me? Ah, a gift. I guess I should explain a few things to him. What was it that he asked me earlier, something about the sand bear and being able to see it? I suppose if Gunter will not educate the king, I will.

He is still new to all of this, the Hourjutsu and Majutsu. I keep forgetting that he is not from here, and knows very little about anything. It does not surprise me too much when one considers every time he does come to our world he gets himself into some kind of trouble. Conrad and his blasted endless patients.

He shivers beside me. I know I should not, but I do not believe this will happen any time in the near future. And who ever said that I was a selfless man? I put my arm around his shoulders and pull him against me. He feels so cold beside me, or am I just really that warm? I pull him a little closer than necessary, but who cares. He is flushed against my side, and he snuggles closer to me until he gets comfortable. Oh lord, he feels right, this feels right; to hold him tight against my side. I know this will haunt my dreams, but just this once I want to feel him. I want to hold him close, to protect him. I want to simply be with him.

"Yuuri" I whisper before closing my eyes.

End

Well there might be another part. I know this probable was not much. Please be nice, this is my first time. I am thinking about writing a sequel …