Hi everyone! I recently started watching Kyo Kara Maoh and after the final episode, I wanted to start this fanfiction. If you like it, please follow favourite or what ever =) I will put a warning at the beginning of each chapter If you don't like boyxboy... don't waist your time reading this. But mainly I just hope all of you guys enjoy it. Anyway, onto the story eh? Warning: story contains BoyxBoy, swearing, mentions of abuse and bear in mind and ratings may be turned up at a later time. I hope you enjoy it and have a nice day where ever you are =)


-Past-

"Mom... what did you want from the basement?" A voice yelled as slowly an ancient set of stairs creaked slowly and groaned. Everything was dark, it was almost impossible to make anything out except by the faint outline of an object as a boy walked into them. "Oh god damn it." He grumbled as he rubbed his head where he had just banged it off the wall. "Wouldn't have to deal with this back in America!" The boy yelled deliberately.
"And you won't get that attitude over here!" A angry voice barked back at him and the boy scoffed. "Pull on the chain above you."
"Hardly a chain!" He snapped before feeling around on the wall and feeling a thin line of metal beads in his hand which broke as they fell in a rusted, ancient pile onto the floor. "Just great." He whispered before running his hands along the wall and finally coming onto a switch. "Thank god." He grumbled before he gave a pull on the stubborn switch and watched as a light bulb flickered on above him, swaying slightly back and forth.

As the light washed over him the boy became clearer in the light. He was slightly lean though his body was lined with muscles around his arms. His eyes were a soft sky blue which stood out against his light brown hair and slightly pale face. "Danny, if you carry on back chatting to me I will clip you around your ear hole!" A angry female voice yelled.
"Just because we're in London doesn't mean you turn automatically British!" The boy yelled back just as lady then frowned just before the basement door was slammed behind him. "Get better houses back in America as well!" The boy named Danny growled one last time before giving up and storming down to look around at his new room.

For a basement, it was done up pretty well. He had to admit the place looked kind of cool... The walls were painted a emerald green and were still covered by some paintings and posters from the previous person who lived here. The floor was covered in a fur carpet which looked completely free of dust... it would be a pain to keep that clean. He sighed then fixed his eyes around and his mouth fell open slightly.

In the corner was a double sized bed which was lined with shelves of leather bound books and faced a plasma flat screen television... Dude. He had hit the room jackpot!

He walked forward and frowned slightly as he heard a long droned out creak from the carpet beneath him. His sleek grey shirt was tightly bound around his chest as his skinny jeans were tightly wrapped around his legs.

He winced as loud noises of crashing roared down the staircase and he turned just in time to witness all his boxes falling violently down the stairs. "Sometimes, Daniel James Connor. I wish I had never had you!" A voice roughly grated at him.
"You wish you didn't have to deal with the burden of a fifteen year old son, so you would have more time for yourself to go out and be a slut!" He screamed and ran up the stairs locking his key in the door and leaving it there as a rough banging enveloped the door. "YOU CAN STAY THERE AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU JUST SAID!"
"And miss dinner with you? Oh no. Do forgive me dear cow!" He bit back sarcastically as he walked down the stairs.

Again walking over the creaking floor boards. But he just threw his leather jacket at the wall with his shades and neck scarf which clattered onto the bed loudly and Danny fell back onto it as the soft mattress and freshly unpacked quilt enveloped him. As he began to drop off.

Danny wasn't like most sixteen year old boys. He had been kicked out of five different schools in America after his parents had been going through a divorce. His father worked a living to try and provide for them while his mother had gone out and found some guy she could slut around with. Now he was stuck with her after she had gone to court saying that he got the house and just to break him and his father apart to cause his dad more pain.

She took him with her to start a new life here in England.

He dreamt about his dad for a couple of hours.

He was sat back in a fishing boat on a great lake. The dawn sun made the crystal water sparkle as Danny sat back at opposite side of the boat with his feet up and staring at the clear sky. He was in his usual shorts and polo shirt just like his dad who was sat with a book and reading quietly but intently. His mother had always had a go at him when she had found him sat in the library with his father, reading a book. Saying that Danny should go out and practice sport to become a Jock, otherwise he would get no girl.

Believe me... he thought as the sun warmed his face. Not being a Jock is not why I won't end up dating a girl.

"So son... anything you want to tell me." His father's gentle voice softly made it's way over to him and the boy winced. Slight panic building up in his chest... this couldn't have been about last night? His parents had both been asleep. There was no way they saw him! "No dad." Danny said quietly and with great shame. He hated having to lie to his father. He hated the feeling of letting his father down.
"Dan." His father sighed and the boy sat up to get a better look at his father. The man shared a great many features with him and he was more than glad for that. Both held the same colour eyes and hair. His pale skin was just because he didn't spend that long in the sun, he preferred to hang out with his father when ever they had some free time.

Though his father was a well toned and strong man. He had spent years working as a lumber jack in the forests. After a couple years his father had transferred to working for a company before being promoted and began to run it. Of course he still liked to go to the gym and after getting a boost in his wage. (Which he rightfully deserved) He could afford to do that.

Though the man often preferred to sit home with his son in the library and just read when he got the chance.

But now the man was looking at his son with a soft sadness which he tried to lessen. He didn't want his son upset and he knew just how delicate this situation was. Danny on the other hand was beginning to panic. Oh god... he knows. "Daniel, just tell me. Did you or did you not kiss that boy on our porch last night." He frowned slightly.
"No I didn't but I wanted to!" He exclaimed. "And you're angry at me for it, I guess?" He frowned and glared slightly at his father. "What are you going to do. Kick me out the house? I should be angry. I had to tiptoe around you and mom for so long-"
"I'm not angry at you because you kissed-" He watched his son's sharp glare burn through him. "Almost." He corrected himself. "A boy!" His dad interrupted as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Hang on... what? Danny shook his head. Had he just heard that right? "I'm angry at you because you lied to me instead of coming to talk to me, like an adult."

Okay... he heard that.

Guilt soon began to set in him and his father sighed as he put a hand on his shoulder. "I want to meet him-"
"He dumped me last night." Daniel muttered. "He thought you saw us... I guess he was right... does she know?" He never refereed to her as mother. Because she didn't deserve the title. His dad had brought him up and taught him everything while she had just spent most days in a Spa and getting her fake face botoxed.
"Do you really think I would tell her when you weren't ready?" His father frowned slightly.
"Can we just... get back to the fishing." Daniel turned back and picked up the fishing rod which had began to shake slightly.
"Daniel..." The boy didn't look. "Danny, come on. Talk to me I'm your-" He stopped as he noticed the slight splashes hitting the frame of the boat.

The splash of tears.

The man shook his head and sighed. "Danny, I know it doesn't feel like it now but one day you will meet someone who will need you, you will be his prince and you will love him with all your might." He clapped his son's back as the book took a sharp intake of breath. "You're becoming a man." His dad smiled and Danny wiped away his tears just as something hit against the side of the boat.

Thud

"You caught a bitter!" His dad smiled and Danny grinned as he began to real it in.

That had been such a long time ago...

Even as he began to open his eyes he frowned as he began to hear the continual thud booming around him.

"What the hell is going on!" He frowned... maybe his mother had another bastard wrapped around her finger or something.

The continuing banging and pressistant thudding soon became too much to take. If it's not her selling herself out to someone than it's me! His thoughts screamed angrily as they jumbled all together.

It wasn't that hard of a decision after he gazed between the boxes or the small crack where he could squeeze out into the window...

He could end all these damn problems right now. No more self harming... no more fearing taking the next step. He could finish it, right here, right now.

Time to finish it.

-Break to 1st person-

I can finished this right now! My tears ran freely down my face as the wind wrapped around me while I ran. The cold winter air bit viciously into my bones as I sobbed running past people who looked at me as though I was some nut case. My long scarf whipped back into my face and my hat felt like it was about to fall off but I didn't care.

My life had been so perfect. I had been hidden from everybody and yet I had one parent I could love; my father. Everyday he would smile ever so kindly at me... I would never have to worry for nothing when I was around him.

Yet now it was all over. My father had been taken away from me Everyone at school had found out about didn't take it long before my mother knew and had started telling all the other mothers in the gossip chain. Already they at school the others had started attacking me. My own friends had turned against me. I was treated as though I had an infectious disease.

Sometimes... I could feel something inside me, just as though something deep and dug back inside me wanted to burst free and rip away all the others.

School had been the one place where I could escape to from a life of pain.

I couldn't take this no more.

No more.

It was only when I reached the other side of the park where I knew no one else ever went did I finally come to a stop. The rose bushes were fading under a weighed blanket of snow next to the broken ice covered river, while a coven of strong standing oaks stood around the area as though they were soldiers protecting their king.

I liked coming here, I often did when mother was working late (Sleeping at a motel) Or talking on the phone to one of my old friends; the boy he wished truly was her son. I would feel lonely at home... and it was no wonder I had brought myself to this.

I would sit on the old rope swing and gently push out as it rocked me back and forth over the water "Why can't anything in my life just go right for once! I'm sick of these stupid dreams! I'm sick of always being alone!" I whispered and wiped away the slowly oncoming tears which froze quickly to my cheek.

The water was freezing; I would be dead in a matter of seconds. My body would sink to the bottom and they wouldn't find me till summer… that's how long it would take my parents to even realise that I was missing, but as I was the smallest step away from stepping into the sweet oblivion of the after life; a place where even my parents couldn't hurt me.

I slowly pulled myself off the swing and took my stance on the edge of the bank, looking down into the water. I can make it stop... I can end it all right now... forever, and never have to worry about pain ever again... I guess my mother was right. I was just born to die alone.

With that... I let myself fall forward and hit into the freezing cold water.

Letting darkness take over my vision and myself fade.

-Wolfram's POV: Present day-

As the sun rose over the distant crest of the sea, light began to flood into the windows and illuminate onto the white silk sheets of the bed. The golden light of filtered brilliance slowly washed over the bare form and figure who was laying under the silken blanket. The figure let out as a sigh as he couldn't do much other than stare blankly ahead of him as my beautiful emerald eyes began to slowly open and bathe in the light. The boy just stared out the window as he watched how the skies were free of clouds or any sign of a storm.

Great... so he has to go another day now that stupid wimp isn't around and yet... the sky was sunny, a soft breeze was playing through his golden locks... and not a wave crashed violently like the unchangeable pain that he would never acknowledge in his heart. His world had came crashing down and now... now here was with no one, once again. No demon king to show his love to-

He paused as that thought moved through his mind.

How many times now? How many times had he allowed himself down this dark path of thought because he no longer had his old fiancée around. Because he no longer had Yuri around. He would still sneak in here every night and lay down on the bed, just remembering those old times where he had slept next to his king.

Yuri wasn't coming back... after all why would he? What did he have to return for? Wolfram had never told the wimp how he truly felt about him. Yuri certainly wasn't interested in him... that way at least. It had begun to spread rapidly around the kingdom that the engagement had been broken off with the Demon king's leaving. That meant he was back to as he always was, Lord Brat: The lonely lord brat... Yeah sure he could be bratty, but it's not as though it was a crime!

With Yuri being around, he had started noticing some changes in himself, his attitude had become lighter, not just towards humans, but in general... maybe he needed something to clear his head. Maybe something to change the way he was thinking. A trip to the hot springs could do that for him. Now the water wasn't being cursed by the demon blade, it was the perfect time of the year after all to do so. Plus with him getting over his sea sickness, he could always figure out what to do from there.

As the door slowly opened, he stared into the impassive and calm face of his older... his older brother. Yuri would have liked it if I acknowledged him as my brother. Wolfram thought reluctantly.

Conrad stood their as usual with his handsome brown hair. He wore his uniform as pressed and exact as ever. His smile as soft and comforting... the nerve he had! Here Wolfram was suffering in solitude, and he was smiling as though the Demon King had returned!

... Boy, that would be some good news, huh?

He lent back against the wall and looked over his little brother as Wolfram slowly rose out the bed and reached in a nearby chest of draws, for his clothes. "I have some news for you, which you might find very interesting." He said rather quietly.
"I'm taking a small excursion." Wolfram stated as he began to button up his jacket. He dared not raise his gaze to meet his brother's for the fact that he would not be able to ignore the look which would make him come to a halting stop.
"What? You can't-"
"I'm taking the members of my guards... stop worrying."
"Well just be careful... if you're going to the spring, remember don't stray near the town... that arena will try and sweep in anyone who they think they can trick."

The Arena...

Wolfram contemplated that for a small while. The arena, where he had watched Yuri fight and wield the demon sword for the first ever time... maybe it would be worth a visit there to see if anything had changed.

The only problem was that it was still human territory.

He turned his gaze back up to his older brother as he glared defiantly. "Honestly? You believe that I would do that?! You think I would go back to that arena?! Even if I did want to go to that arena, you think that I'd let you tell me what to do?!" He said bluntly as ever.
"No... but I'm sure you wouldn't go back there, knowing the horrid choice that Yuri almost had to face." Conrad said before walking out the room.

Wolfram stared defiantly before muttering. "He had to make another hard choice... and I chose wrong in letting him go." He murmured before walking out the door.


So that's it for the first chapter. Hope you all liked it. The next chapter will have our two main characters meeting each other. I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter, for those of you who liked it. Here's a small preview of what is to come in the next one. =)

-Preview-

The great stone seats were all but filled as the blaring sun bore down on a idly sat Wolfram who sat with great anticipation. This had been where a short while ago, Yuri had demonstrated the true power of the demon sword. His fiancée had came in here and broken the rules which humans have already and so stupidly used to solve and offer criminals freedom. How typical... But here they still were. Even after Yuri had managed to show the true power of the Demon tribe... Humans still stuck to their petty actions of fighting. Typical. Just typical. "AND NEXT!"

The crowd screamed as a boy was pushed out into the middle of the arena. He wore nothing other than some shorts which often were given to slaves or savages... Wolfram guessed he was good looking from his outward appearance. Though... Most of his face was covered in dirt and grime. His eyes hidden by the fall of light mousy brown hair. "THIS BOY'S CRIME!" A voice roared as the boy still dripped with blood from some slashed on his body. "HE BELONGS TO THE DEMON TRIBE!"
"What?" Wolfram's guard stared with wide eyes.
"What?"
"WHAT?!" Wolfram rushed forward and stared down at the boy. No it was impossible. They had brought all of the demon tribe out of the heated human zones like this. Only the royals had permission to come this far. "Welcome as a regular to the arena! DANNY!"
"What."

Wolfram just stared at the opposite gates as the whole array of gladiators began to step into the arena. Their sharp swords glinted as they all chuckled. "Times up boy!" They laughed.

Wolfram barely had time to note the new aggressive and rapidly speeding up wind as the warriors all charged the slave boy.