Chap 1

To be murdered by hugs was impossible.

At least, that was what Shibuya Yuuri, the 27th Maou of Shin Makoku, had thought before he met the too-passionate-for-Shinou's sake royal advisor - Gunter von Christ.

"Oh, Heika ~~!"

On hearing this, a soaking wet Yuuri sprang onto his feet and decided to make a run for his life.

A second too late.

With a mouthful of lavender hair, Yuuri looked around frantically with his eyes. Perhaps a certain brown-haired man can prevent him from becoming the first Maou in Shin Makoku's history who died of a suffocating hug by his own advisor.

The said person only flashed him a faint smile. Yuuri sighed. Should have expected that.

Oh well. The worst it could get, (which was most likely to happen) was to be burnt alive by a too angelic-looking but demon-like blond. So much for 'keeping the king's safety'. Sheesh.

Nothing happen.

Huh? Yuuri blinked. Okay, maybe he wasn't really expecting fire spreading all over...but no accusations? Or the yells of "Cheater!" throughout the whole Shinou's Shrine?

That was weird. Abnormal.

"Ano..." Yuuri managed to keep himself off the Shin Makoku's history record for now as a helpful Murata Ken a.k.a the Great Sage, tore him from Gunter's dead grasp, "Where's Wolfram?"

Murata smirked. "Missing your fiance already, Shibuya?" At the mention of "fiance", Yuuri jumped back as if it was some sort of unseen disease. "Ah? N-no, I mean, he always follows me and all..."

"Achoo!" a big sneeze shifted everyone's attention from Yuuri's uneasiness to the front door, much to his relief. Pinching his nose, Wolfram von Bielefeld frowned, "Ugh, who on Shin Makoku just bad-mouthed me...?"

Yuuri flinched on the inside. Not me...not me...

"Morning, Lord Bielefeld! We were just talking about you!" Murata cried cheerfully as he waved Wolfram over. A little too cheerful, thought Yuuri as he flinched inwardly again.

"Me? What..." Wolfram looked surprised. "Yuuri? When did you come back?" Before Yuuri could reply, a confused Conrad asked, "Yuuri have just returned. Didn't I inform you that we'll be coming here to fetch him?"

Wolfram's bright emerald eyes flashed a dark glint.

"Erm, I-I'm kind of...preoccupied..." he prevaricated, looking away.

The dark glint and prevarication didn't go unnoticed.

"You look troubled, Wolfram. Is it because of the Bielefeld's emissary who has just arrived?" Wolfram groaned inwardly. Why did Conrad have to be so observant?

Almost immediately Yuuri overreacted.

"What? Bielefeld's emissary? Did something bad happen like a war is going to break out or an outbreak of a deadly plague or another criminal organization cooking up some evil plan and is Lord Waltorona alright?" no one knew how Yuuri managed to say all these in one breath.

Rolling his eyes, Wolfram answered his king, "No, Yuuri. None of those has happen and yes, uncle is alright. There is no wimpy king with an over-imaginative brain bothering him witless, so he's perfectly fine, both physically and mentally."

A Wolfram version of punch-in-the-ego. Ouch.

Laughing awkwardly, Yuuri scratched the back of his head as he approached Wolfram. "Eto...so what happen?"

Folding his arms in an annoyed mood, Wolfram was wondering whether he should tell Yuuri when a dark aura triggered his senses. Intruder?!

"Wolfram, look out!" Yuuri's voice cried.

Something sharp shot over his head as he ducked. "Ice arrows? Must be..." he had unsheathed his sword when he realized another problem. After he ducked, the ice arrows were now flying straight forward without any obstruction -- heading for Yuuri.

Damn.

Now, any normal person would duck when something harmful was directed at them. A not so normal one would just stand and stare, probably due to shock. Let's see...does our maou here seems like a normal person?

Most likely not.

Yuuri was swept off his feet. Literally.

He landed on his back with a painful thud and only snapped out from his shock when another figure stood in front of him and blocked off the ice arrows.

"Wolfram?...ouch!" he barely said the name when the figure fell backwards and ended up on him.

"Shut up." came an irritated reply.

Yup, definitely Wolfram.

Wolfram had to use both hands to hold his sword as another sword clashed onto his with such force that he was forced to back down further. He winced as the vibration from the clash made his hands went numb temporarily.

Shit. It hurts...Wolfram narrowed his eyes. And will that wimp stop wriggling under me already?!

Yuuri could almost smell Wolfram's hair. Actually, he was already breathing in a faint fragrance of summer air from it. He wondered why Wolfram never bother to wash it that often and it still bore such a nice smell...wait. He wasn't supposed to be distracted by this right now. However, with Wolfram lying on him, he couldn't do much but trying to return to his normal breathing.

This is bad...Wolfram started to sweat. He couldn't use his maryouku in this position -- he might end up burning Yuuri and himself and he could not use it against...this person.

"Long time no see, Wolfie darling." a male voice rang.

W-what? Wolf...WHAT? Yuuri's eyes went wide.

"What do you want?" Wolfram sounded murderous. And he was.

The voice chuckled. "Oh, nothing really. You lose, Wolfie. So how about a little punishment?"

Wolfram gritted his teeth. "I haven't lose. Yet."

"Hmm..." the person made a small chuckle. "How about this as a proof?" the sword pressed forward. Wolfram's head had to lie along with Yuuri's now as his sword was positioned inches away from his shoulder. If the sword advanced any further in its slanted direction, Yuuri's neck would be the next butter-slicing item.

Curse you, Yuuri.

Suppressing a sudden urge to sneeze, Yuuri looked at their attacker as Wolfram's head shifted to the side.

Spiky silver hair reflected sunlight in a blinding way.

Yuuri found himself rather impressed. The only other hair which he knew could do that was Wolfram's golden ones.

Cool-looking type of bishounen features.

Must have been the blue eyes. They were so dark that they might be mistaken as black ones. And the smirk, too. It reminded Yuuri of those cocky but cool characters in anime back on Earth.

The question was, why did a guy who looked around his age attack Wolfram?

"Your decision, Wolfie?"

And why was he using that annoying teasingly tone when he said 'Wolfie'? And why, was he angry about it?

"I lost," Wolfram hardly managed to get these two words out of his teeth. As a soldier, admitting defeat by his own will meant hurting his most treasured pride. But as a soldier who was loyal to his king, it was his sworn duty to protect him.

The smirk grew wide.

"Wise choice," the sword was slowly removed.

A surge of relief passed through both Yuuri and Wolfram. However, it ended as the other continued, "Now, for the punishment I promised earlier..."

Leaning down, the offender planted a slight kiss on the tip of Wolfram's nose quick as flash before the other two had any chance to comprehend what was going on.

Five seconds ticked past. And then...

"TYLER VON MOONSOUL!!!"