FULL SUMMARY:

During the Final Battle against Soushu and Shinou's corrupted self where Wolfram's heart had been stolen, Yuuri finally realized his true feelings for the blond.

After Soushu's defeat, Yuuri sets out to prove his worth to Wolfram and to make the gorgeous blond completely and utterly his; however, when Yuuri finally accepted his Maou self and merged with his other side, becoming far more powerful than ever, marriage proposals from around the world came pouring forward to plague the young, handsome king.

With the pressure of fully mastering his ever-growing maryoku, fending off many potential suitors from Wolfram, handling diplomatic politics, politely refusing the marriage proposals in ways that would not provoke instant war, dealing with certain circumstances raging between Shin Makoku and Dai Shimaron, and facing the stirrings of total, world war…It seemed as if Fate Herself was completely set against Yuuri and Wolfram getting together.

But Yuuri was the Maou and in Shin Makoku, .what he says goes; and he says that he will make Wolfram his…no matter the consequences.

MAIN PAIRING: Yuuri x Wolfram

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou! However, I do so claim the rights to the originality of this plot.

WARNING: There is a reason that this fanfic is rated M. Let it be known that, though it won't be until later on in the story, there will be slash scenes. If this makes you uncomfortable, know that I will be sure to post a warning before these particular scenes so that if you wish, you may simply skip over the explicit (and yummy for yaoi fans) parts.

Now then, let the story begin…

Prologue:

A hand trailed down a pale chest. The lithe body underneath arched up into the seductive touch with a pleasure-filled gasp.

"Do you like that?" asked a deep, husky voice.

Emerald eyes, glazed with lust, blinked at him from beneath thick lashes. "Yes," he moaned. "Please…"

A dark brow quirked up at the soft plea as another hand caressed the slim waist. "Please what?"

Panting heavily, he moaned again, his pale arms reaching up to yank a dark-haired head down to him. "Please," he whispered against his lips, "I want you, Yuuri…"

The hand on his chest trailed up to cup a porcelain cheek. "As you wish, Wolfram…"

Yuuri woke up with a startled gasp. He laid there on his bed for a while, panting for breath as he willed his arousal down. The sheets around him stuck to his sweaty skin and he shivered as the cloth caressed his sensitive body when he moved to get up.

Heaving himself up into a sitting position, Yuuri dropped his head into his hands and tried to bring his breathing back into control. Ever since his realization of his true feelings that he held for Wolfram during the Final Battle with Soushu, the dreams have become a regular occurrence every night.

He admitted that, although he definitely did not feel anything for Wolfram but friendship when he first met the blond, when he got to know the emerald-eyed beauty, he found himself falling for him—despite his admirable attempts to deny the fact. His denials worked up until he saw Soushu in Shinou's body yank out Wolfram's heart. When that had happened, Yuuri had felt as if his heart had been pulled right out of him along with Wolfram's.

At that time, when he gazed down on Wolfram lying cold and unresponsive in the clearing outside of the Shinou Temple, he had felt nothing; completely numb with shock. 'N-no one was supposed to get hurt, much less die!' he had thought blankly, wide eyes unable to tear themselves away from Wolfram's still body. 'No one was supposed to die! Especially not Wolfram!'

The sudden rage that swept through him not a second later had left him breathless and he had barely restrained his powers from erupting and wiping out everything in the clearing as Cheri wailed in grief. Through the haze of fury gathering in burning flames in him, the clarity of the fact that he loved Wolfram broke through all the walls he had erected in denial of his feelings, obliterating them into dust. His heart had lurched painfully at the dawning acceptance and he had stared down at the still form of Wolfram lying on the grass before him. 'He's gone,'he had thought, fisting his hands and digging his blunt nails painfully into his palms. 'He's gone and now, I will never get the chance to tell him how I feel. I was too late. What kind of Maou am I if I couldn't even protect my own fiancé?' He had turned his head slightly to glare over his shoulder in the direction of the Shinou Temple and had vowed to take revenge. 'They will pay.Soushu and Shinou will pay.'

No one could have imagined his overwhelming relief when moments later, Anissia shone a beam of light on them all and informed them that Wolfram was, in fact, still alive. He had sworn then, as he had knelt by Wolfram who had been resting in the incubator in Anissia's laboratory, that he would get Wolfram's heart back at all costs—including risking his own life. He had sworn too that if—no, once he succeeded and Wolfram woke up again, he would do everything in his power to convince the blond the truth of his feelings that he held for him and make Wolfram completely and officially his.

He slipped out from underneath his bedsheets and, sliding his feet into his slippers, stood. Abruptly, something stirred within him and there was a blaze of power. He gave a quiet gasp and bent over, his arms going around his stomach as heat flared inside him. Not a second later, the feeling faded away, leaving Yuuri blinking blankly at the wood flooring of his room. Straightening slowly, the raven-haired boy frowned in bemusement as he made his way to the bathroom. He had been getting these sudden bursts of power flaring in him for the last couple of weeks and he had no clue as to why that it might be. He had asked Murata about it but the other boy had merely shrugged in response and said that it would do him no harm. Yuuri had a feeling that he was holding back information as usual but he trusted him, so he did not pester for more.

Placing his toothbrush back into its customary spot, he ran a hand through his black locks. With a light frown, he tugged at a tress and looked at his reflection in the mirror. "Is it just me or is my hair getting a bit longer than before."

Silence met his inquiry. Shrugging nonchalantly, he changed into his black uniform and made his way downstairs and into the dining room.

"Morning, Mom," he greeted the brown-haired woman clattering around in the kitchen.

Jennifer looked up from the frying pan and shook the spatula in her hand at her youngest son. "Mou, it's 'Mama', Yu-chan."

Yuuri refrained from rolling his eyes in affectionate exasperation and sat down. "Yes, yes,' he acquiesced with a good-natured sigh. He shifted his eyes and smiled at his father. "Good morning, Dad."

The older Mazoku lowered the newspapers in his hands and grinned at him. "Mornin', Yu-chan."

Digging into the pancakes laid out before him, Yuuri blinked at the empty seat across from him. "Eh? Where's Shori?"

"It's 'brother', Yu-chan," insisted a voice from the doorway. Shori swept into the room and sat down.

This time, Yuuri did not resist the urge to roll his eyes. "Oh, be quiet," he retorted; however, he could not help but smile. This daily routine every morning of every single day was comforting. He glanced out the window and saw that the weather outside was fair and the sky was clear of clouds.

Wolfing down the rest of his breakfast, the youngest Shibuya dumped his empty plate into the sink and called over his shoulder as he stepped into his sneakers, "I'm going!"

His mother's head poked out from around the corner. "Alright, Yu-chan! Be careful! Don't forget to come home for lunch! I cooked curry!"

"Yes, Mom."

"Mou, it's 'Mama', Yu-chan."

Yuuri merely waved a hand in response and slipped out the door. Grabbing his bike from the shed, he rode down the road. He reached an intersection and steered his bike down another road until he saw a familiar sight.

Yuuri stopped his bike and looked up. "Hey, Murata!"

Up on the top of the stairs, the said boy turned around and raised a hand in greeting, "Hey, Shibuya!"

"Want to go for a walk in the park?"

"Sure."

Moments later, sitting on a bench in front of a spouting fountain, the two boys watched some children chase each other around the park courtyard.

"C'mon, over here!" cried one child. Another little girl giggled and followed behind her friend with a joyful smile.

Yuuri allowed a small smile to curl his lips as he lowered his can of juice from his mouth. It was small scenes like this that reminded him of his little Greta. His smile faded away as he thought back to the events during the final battle with Soushu. He raised his head and turned to face Murata drinking his own can of juice beside him. "Hey," he said slowly, "what would you have done if I'd given up?

"If that had happened," Murata did not glance his way as he lowered his can, "then the world would have been destroyed."

Shock ran its course through Yuuri and his eyes widened. The raven-haired boy stood and blinked blankly at the other. "You mean…"

Murata still did not look at his friend. "That was the last chance." He paused and a hint of a smile pulled at the corners of his lips. Then, he shifted to face Yuuri and a grin spread across his features. "But," he added, "you did well."

"Well…" Yuuri blinked once then he shrugged slightly with a somewhat nervous smile. "All's well that ends well."

Murata grinned back at him. "That's right," he agreed.

Chugging back the rest of the juice, Yuuri drew his arm back and with a carefully aimed shot, threw the empty can into the trashcan. He pumped a fist in the air and crowed, "Score! And the crowd goes wild!"

Murata chuckled. "Still in love with baseball, aren't you?"

The raven-haired Maou slung his book bag over his shoulder and tossed a look over his shoulder at his friend. "Yup," he replied and started walking away from the bench. "Come on, let's take a walk around."

"Sure." Tossing his own empty can into the garbage can, Murata followed after his friend. In companionable silence, the two friends strolled through the park and it was not long before a pond came into view. Yuuri tucked a hand into his pocket as they drew closer to the small body of water.

"We've gone to Shin Makoku from here before too," he said in a reminiscing tone. He slowly knelt down on one knee by the shore. "I wonder how everyone's doing." Withdrawing the hand tucked in his pocket, Yuuri opened his palm to gaze at the glimmering blue stone necklace resting in his grasp. His eyes traced the familiar lines of the sleeping dragon within the deep, sapphire depths and couldn't but help think that the shimmering colour reminded him of Wolfram's blue uniform. He felt a tug of pain in his heart when he thought of the blond. To be honest, out of all the people in Shin Makoku, Wolfram was the one he truly missed. Yuuri was pulled from his lingering thoughts on the blond when the stone began glowing brighter. There was the same slight flare of power that he had been experiencing the past few days in him as it responded to the pulse of power the stone was emitting. His black eyes widened slightly in surprise. He stood up. "Hey…Murata…" he said slowly, not seeing the tiny smirk on his friend's face with his back facing him.

Murata said nothing. His glasses glinting in the sun hid his smirking eyes from sight as he raised a hand and with a nudge, pushed the boy in front of him forward.

With a shocked shout, Yuuri had no time to react and tipped forward. As he fell into the pond, he threw a wide-eyed glance over his shoulder to see the shadowed features of Murata just before he slammed into the water with a resounding splash.

Murata snickered and jumped in after Yuuri. 'Now this,' he thought, 'is going be fun.'

Back in Shin Makoku, Gisela looked up from commanding some soldiers; Dorcas jerked his head up from feeding the Maou's stallion; Cheri glanced up at the sky on her cruise ship; Anissia blinked at the poof of chemical smoke in her lab; the three maids and Greta paused in their baking of a cake in the kitchen; Gunter, Conrad, Ulrike, Wolfram, and Gwendal's eyes went ridiculously wide as they stared at the fountain in the middle of the Shinou Temple's main courtyard.

He would have found the expressions on their faces humorous if Yuuri was not in a state of shock himself as he stared incredulously back at them, completely unaware of the fact that he was utterly soaked. Finally mustering enough of his scattered mind together to form sentences, he stammered, "M-Murata…What's going on here?"

"When you defeated Soushu," came the smug reply from behind him, "you gained powers that surpass Shinou's. With that much maryoku, you can cross between the worlds on your own."

Still frozen in disbelief, Yuuri managed to choke out, 'If you knew that, then why didn't you tell me?"

"Well…" Murata began sheepishly. He raised his head and chuckled a bit awkwardly. "When I pushed you into the pond, I was still thinking: 'Maybe this might work', so I wasn't really sure…"

Somewhere else in Shin Makoku, Yozak felt the tell-tale tug in him that he always felt whenever the Maou was near. He looked from his gazing of a grand tree in the direction of the Shinou Temple and smiled. It seemed that His Majesty Yuuri was back.

Finally having gotten over his initial shock of seeing his sovereign come splashing out of the fountain when they had all thought they would never see him again, Gwendal's usually harsh eyes softened and the lines on his face smoothed out a bit. "Well, at any rate," he said with a rare smile, "this settles the problem of finding a successor."

The one sentence unglued Gunter from his frozen stance and the silver-haired lord went dreamy eyed. "Oh, Your Majesty! I can't believe we are able to see each other again!"

Yuuri, however, paid no heed to him. Instead, his attention was riveted on a certain blond stalking towards him. A flush burned on Wolfram's cheeks as his emerald eyes glared down at the raven-haired Maou.

At the intent stare from the beautiful boy in front of him, an answering blush threatened to colour Yuuri's features but he managed to control it. His mind unconsciously flashed back to the arousing dream he had just had that morning when the very same blush dusted across Wolfram's porcelain cheeks as he was sprawled out beneath him on silken sheets…Yuuri forcefully yanked his thoughts from continuing down that particular path before the interested stirring movements in his pants became prominent to everyone else. He watched somewhat nervously as the object of his wet dreams slowly came to a kneeling position before him.

For a few moments of tense silence, Wolfram did nothing but stare at the boy. Then, as if there were some invisible signal, his hands lashed out and fisted into Yuuri's collar. "You wimp!" he snarled, eyes alight with fire and with a barely visible sheen of unshed tears. "Where were you and what were you doing all this time when you could've come back?!"

Snapped out of his daze of seeing the toothsome blond again, and resisting the sudden urge to lick the single tear that had managed to leak out to trail down Wolfram's cheek, Yuuri yelped, "Like I said, I didn't know!" He sputtered as he received a face-full of water. "What was I supposed to do?!" he continued and gave another yelp when Wolfram jerked at his collar again. "And you should be asking Murata! Murata! Not me!"

Conrad grinned. "Welcome back, Your Majesty," the captain said, "to your country.

Yuuri looked up from his struggle with Wolfram, his hands still struggling to hold the blond's arms still. He blinked once and, as a warm feeling began blooming in him, he grinned in return. "Yeah," he agreed happily. "Everyone, I'm back!"

Wolfram growled. "You wimp! I'm going to make you pay!"

"For what? What did I do? Like I said earlier, I didn't know!"

Wolfram said nothing in reply. Instead, he scowled at Yuuri, another tear making its way down his cheek unchecked. Receiving another face-full of water, Yuuri wiped the water from his eyes and finally caved in to his urges. He reached out, and before he lost his courage, pulled the blond towards him. Wrapping his arms around him, the raven-haired boy inwardly marveled at the lithe waist of the blond and tightly enfolded Wolfram in a hug. There was another flare of power in him at the action and he swore that he heard it purr in contentment before it was gone as fast as it had made its presence known.

Yuuri did not see Ulrike shoot an astonished glance at the Great Sage who gave a barely discernable nod in her direction. An eyebrow rose in surprise on the priestess' face as a small smile tugged on one edge of her lips. 'Well now,' she thought amusedly, 'this should be interesting.' She noticed that the three men in front of her, Gwendel, Conrad, and Gunter had also noticed the same thing she did, and had also seen the tiny nod Murata gave in confirmation. 'Yes,' she added before returning her attention back to the two boys embracing in the fountain. 'Very interesting indeed.'

Far beyond surprised, Wolfram froze. Red surfaced on his face again and he could feel himself blushing brightly. "Yu-Yuuri?"

The raven-haired boy sighed and buried his face into the crook of the blond's neck. "I've missed you too, Wolfram."

Wolfram blinked, stupefied. Was—was Yuuri really embracing him? His flush darkened. And was he—he n-nuzzling him too?! Afraid that he was dreaming again, the blond slowly raised his arms and gently wrapped them around Yuuri. Relaxing into him, Wolfram tightened his hold on the raven-haired Maou and gave in, burying his face into the other's shoulder. "Damn it, you wimp," he whispered. "I'm glad you're back."

The arms around him squeezed him lightly. "Me too, Wolfram," came the soft reply. "Me too."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the prologue! See you in the next chapter!

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