Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou, or any of it's characters. I only own my imagination that likes to play with them.

03/2017 - This story has been re-uploaded entirely, to correct some grammatical and spelling errors. If you still find any, don't hesitate to tell me.

Hello readers,

to those of you who are following my two ongoing stories, I apologise! I should probably be updating those instead of publishing a new one. But, this story is one I actually wrote a while ago, so it's practically already finished, I just haven't revised or spell checked it. I decided to post it here since I'm having a hard time updating the other two, so at least I'll have something ready for you by the end of the year!

Hope you enjoy, don't forget to read the warnings!

Warnings: this story is M rated because of language, mild violence and strong "images" in later chapters. There might be some lemon too (if I decide to add it to a particular chapter later on), but probably not.

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Prologue

~ O ~

"Who are you"

Those were the words, the exact words that came out of his mouth the moment he saw me.

~ O ~

Chapter 1: Yuuri's POV

I hear a loud thump while waking up. I doesn't take me long to figure out my head has been the one to produce it, when it banged against the floor. Wolfram has kicked me out of bed once again. It's nothing to be surprised about really, it happens less and less as time goes by, but I'm used to it already.

I stood up holding my head with one hand, trying to ease the pain that's going through my cheek, maybe this time I really broke my skull against the marble floors. I put my free hand on the bed for support while I stand and apparently disturb Wolf's sleep as doing so, because he's waking up.

"Good morning..." he says sitting on the bed, rubbing his eyes. I smile at him. He is what you could call criminally cute when he's just waking up, his hair a little messy, but just as beautiful, shining under the morning sunlight. It is also the only moment when his inner innocence will show through. He's an angel, a sleepy angel. I don't think it gets cuter than that.

"Yuuri, what happened to your face?!" he says, apparently fully awake now, he is looking at my left cheek with horror in his eyes, an emotion that really doesn't suit such a face. But wait, why is he looking at me like that?

I follow the path of his eyes, he looks at my face, then to the ground and finally himself, then he repeats the same trail a few times. He's doing the math inside his head. His expression changes.

"Oh, dear Shinou... Yuuri, I'm so sorry..." he says and takes one hand up to his mouth, but it only makes it up to his chin, like he has lost the strength to go the final distance.

"Don't worry about it, it happens all the time, right?" I say and try to give him a wide smile, but a sharp pain goes through my face, preventing me from doing it.

"Yuuri, the mirror..." That's all Wolf says, he points at the full body mirror that is next to my closet.

Okay, this really hurts, but being a baseball player I have fallen on my face more than a few times, so it's fine. Well, actually being a catcher is not like I get to run or fall much, and thinking about it I haven't played in months now, how long has it been since I last went to Earth? Anyhow, this surely can't be that bad...

OH HOLY SHIT!

How did it get so swollen so fast? My left cheek is currently changing colors from bright pink to a really gross purple. It is really big and close to the eye, if I don't treat this it will probably swell so much I won't be able to open my eye. I think I may even have a small cut there, in the middle, right in my cheekbone. I look like I just walked out of the worst bar fight ever!, getting hit with a broken bottle and all. And only two weeks before my eighteenth birthday!

I suddenly realize Wolfram is standing right behind me, he's wearing his pink nightgown, the one with long sleeves, that is long down to the ankles. He looks like a ten years old that has just done something his parents told him not to. How could I get mad at him when he's looking at me like that, is like he's about to cry! That's really not fair Wolf, I should be angry, you just disfigured my face! But, what the hell...

"Come on, don't look at me like that. It's not like a fatal wound or anything. We'll go see Gisela and she'll fix me right up" I say trying to sound as much Conrad-like as I can to reassure him, cause I can't actually smile at him.

"Okay..." he says looking at his feet. I've never seen his being so submissive before, he has literally chased me around the castle trying to purposely burn me to cinders, so this really isn't that big of a deal, right?

It's really early, around five I think, so nobody's up yet. We take advantage of that and get dressed really quickly so we can go see Gisela before anyone sees me. Something tells me Günter might not be as understanding of the matter as I am. It was an accident, so there's no need to make Wolf go through the spanish inquisition over it.

We run across one or two maids on the way, but otherwise the path is clear until we reach the infirmary, sadly, Gisela is not here, actually no one is.

"Where is everybody?" I ask the walls, but seeing that they would not reply, Wolfram decides to answer my question.

"Probably at the training ground, Gisela is a soldier after all"

And so we waited

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This are really short chapters compared to what I usually write, but I'll update often so don't worry. Also, this is the first time I'll be changing POVs in every chapter in this fandom, any suggestions?