A/N: Hi, I'm back again. It really has been a while. This is a bit of a taster for a possible multi-chapter story. I really hope to be able to write and upload the whole of this story, but I've never done anything but one-shots and don't quite know my capacity for writing a multi-chapter story. I've got exams all this year and I very rarely get any time to write so it might be silly of me take on a writing project at this moment in time. Nevertheless, I had some spare time tonight and just had to get this out of my system, see what people think. It's kinda hard to see where this story is going, and to be perfectly honest I haven't got a solid plan myself, but please take the time to read it and leave a review at the end, I really need to know if this is worth pursuing. If I do continue, it won't be updated for a while because I'll have to squeeze in the time to write and I'd like to write as much ahead as possible so that I can then update regularly. Anywho, please read and review, no matter what you thought of it. Thanks!
Warnings: So far, only really slight shonen-ai (Yuuram of course) but there will be more if continued.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou or any of its characters and receive no profits from this story.
Spring was always wonderful in the kingdom on Shin Makoku. The crisp air was warm, but never in a muggy kind of way, and the vibrant flower gardens shone like precious jewels of every colour. Even at midday, one could wander in the light from the highly-set sun for as long as they pleased, basking in the heat emanating from the cloudless sky without a thought of over-exertion or sunstroke. It was, and always had been, a truly magnificent time for all inhabitants of the great kingdom.
On a small slope overlooking the vast flower gardens in the grounds of the kingdom's largest and most appreciated castle, two highly-bred women sat on a picnic blanket, wicker basket between them, idly chatting away on an especially pleasant spring afternoon. The only sound other than their quiet conversation and laughter was that of their young sons, playing quiet some distance away in amongst the picturesque flowers.
The two ran and screamed and tried desperately to catch the other, caught in an enthralling game of cat and mouse. Every once in a while, the two devoted mothers would giggle and cheer on their respective sons as they would hear an exclamation of "TAG!" and an irritated groan as the tables were once again turned in the boys tumultuous game.
As the intensity of the chase continued, the boys started to run farther afield, each tripping occasionally on the dresses their mothers made them wear. It would not be long until they realised the sort of clothes they should be wearing, much to their mothers dismay, and this problem would be eliminated, making their constant games all that much easier.
Eventually they ran out of sight of the two women on the picnic blanket, but the ever-diligent mothers knew they had no reason to worry. In a castle such as this, one was never really alone, never truly out of sight or earshot; if anything were to happen, there was no doubting the fact that it would reach the ears of the two eventually and they were constantly prepared for such an occasion.
The two boys slowed gradually, their seemingly never-ending supply of energy dwindling to a point where it seemed necessary to take a break. They threw themselves down into the grassy fields, taking in their surroundings and realising that they had stumbled across one of their favourite haunts. It was a place where few people ever ventured, the boys simply stumbling upon it on a day not unlike this one. The sunlight bounced of the cool, undisturbed surface of the crystal clear water, seeming to make even the air glisten and shine. They had spent many an hour swimming in the refreshing water to cool off after one of their more intensive playing sessions, or simply sitting and admiring the beautiful scenery the small lake made.
The two lay in the grass, unable to quell their fits of giggles that seemed to have no cause. This was a common occurrence between the two and both were completely prepared for what was to happen next, the only question was who would strike first. In a flash, the smaller boy, adorning a light purple dress and golden hair that seemed brighter than the sun itself, leapt upon his dark-haired counterpart. A new battle began; a battle of rolling and screaming and kicking legs. Once such a battle commenced, it was not to end until a clear winner was established, until one participant gave up and begged for mercy. Only then would the tickling stop. Such a war had been known to go on for hours, to have stopped for afternoon snacking and been recommenced once the offered confectionaries had been consumed. However this time, a victor was easily found.
"Okay, okay. I give in!" The little double black boy screamed, adding, "You win, just stop tickling me!" when his friend seemed reluctant to end their game so suddenly.
A smug grin settled upon the cherubic features of the blonde child as he sat himself upon the other boys lap, even as he continued to lie back in the grass. The boy had always been competitive and thoroughly enjoyed every one of his victories. He'd like to think that he bested his friend more often than lost to him, but he knew that they were quite evenly matched, and the double blacks slight height and weight advantage often gave him the upper hand.
"Yuuuuri, you're so boring. How can you be tired already?" The small child whined, wanting desperately to play some more and hopefully force the boy below him into submission once again.
"Because." He countered sharply, only elaborating when his friend gave him one of his trademark 'I'm not impressed' looks, "we've been playing for hours and this dress my mum picked out for me is really warm."
The blonde boy 'hmphed' as he rolled off his friend to once again lie next to him in the grass. Some would view the boy as a brat, but those who knew him closely knew that he meant no harm with his demanding nature. They also knew that he had a soft side, a very reluctantly revealed one, but when it showed through one couldn't help but love the little boy.
Yuuri turned on his side to face his best friend and smiled when he saw he had already done the same. The two had been close for as long as they could remember, Wolfram's family having lived in the castle with Yuuri's due to their parents' close friendship. The two both had brothers that used to join in their play, but by now they had grown up and gone to the academy in the town, leaving just the two youngest to spend all of their days together.
It was a strange relationship that the two shared. Even with both being of such a young age one couldn't help but wonder if there was more to it than simple friendship. And it was true, the two certainly shared a 'puppy-love' of sorts, or at least as close to such that one could comprehend at such an early stage in life. However, both were comfortable in such a mutual affection, and all around them were certain that once they grew later into childhood, and certainly as they edged closer to their teens, these feelings would be forgotten in place of a strong, companionable friendship, one that could never be broken.
Suddenly, Yuuri bolted up into a sitting position, startling his relaxed friend out of his self-induced trance. Wolfram stared up into the jet black eyes of his friend, beholding a newly-determined expression that usually preceded the invention of a new game or scheme for the two to partake in. When the little boy in the pigtails and the sky blue dress said nothing, the blonde slowly sat up to face him directly, confused as to what was going on inside his mind. Upon seeing the blaringly bright emerald eyes immediately in front of his own, Yuuri smiled a wide and unstoppable grin and promptly proceeded to raising his right hand and slapping the boy swiftly, yet gently, across his left cheek.
Wolfram's eyes widened considerably as Yuuri proclaimed, in his loudest and proudest voice, "Wolfie-chan, one day I'm gonna marry you, 'kay?" The young boy never was very good at sounding noble.
Wolfram's eyes softened as perception dawned deep within his brain; he vaguely remembered his mother telling him of this old tradition amongst the noblemen of Shin Makoku. He smiled the most dazzling smile he could muster whilst missing two very noticeable teeth and nodded fervently, clearly portraying his agreement to Yuuri's proposal. The two burst into fits of laughter again, playing amongst the blades of grass until a guard came looking for them, informing them that their mothers were calling them for dinner.
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Gossamer eyelids gently fluttered open to reveal strikingly beautiful onyx eyes. A soft smile graced itself upon Yuuri's tanned face as he realised what he had been dreaming about. He very rarely dreamed about his past, his inner consciousness usually creating the sorts of random dreams everybody else had. However, there was no doubting the reason for such a pleasant memory invading his mind while he slept. In two days, Wolfram von Bielefield would grace Yuuri's home, Blood Pledge Castle, with his presence for the first time in two and a half years. Yuuri simply couldn't wait to see his blonde best friend again.