Wolfram A to Z

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Ma-O, its characters, story-line, setting, dialouge, or anything else relating to its production.

Intro: -MUSIC: Death Cab for Cutie, 'Crooked Teeth'- Hello again everyone! This is my third WolfYuri strand. (smiles) I've seen stranded fics like this for other pairings, so I decided it's time I made one myself. I haven't been in the KKM! fandom in a while, so pardons if there's already something like this.

Rating: There will be an assortment of rated fics, but I think this is an appropiate average. May contain: Brief Violence, Sugesstive/Sexual Themes, Language, Shounen-Ai, Yaoi, Alcohol/Drug References, and let's say Nudity for the fun of it. (sticks out tongue)

Pairing: Wolfram x Yuri - Kyo Kara Ma-O!

A/N: It's all modeled after the alphabet. The first chappie is a ficlet to balance all the starting notes out, but the rest are all drabbles.

Wolfram didn't like to be told what to do. He didn't want to be told how to wear his clothes, how to hold his sword, or which men to recruit for his personal militia. Wolfram always chose which foods he ate, out of the few, which brother he favored, which was Gwendal, and what he did and did not do. He was stubborn, moreover, arrogant. He didn't want to listen or even believe that this new… person was the new king – much less his fiancée. No, Wolfram was arrogant, and he himself was going to decide when to tell Yuri he loved him.

-O-

"Wolfram, this is Yuri. He's the new demon king."

"He looks like a wimp."

"Wolfram! Don't judge the new king on first impressions!"

-O-

No one understands. They're too caught up in their own selfish desires and needs to even notice. When it comes straight down to it, I'm as insignificant as the beggar passing by just for the moment. I mean nothing to anyone... Nothing.

-O-

"You wimp! You're an idiot, a moron - NO! You're an imbicile!"

"Don't label me just for your own pleasure! I'm not any of those! I may not be as special as you, but at least I don't drown myself in arrogance like you!"

"You're right! You're not me! You're not special like me!"

-O-

Am I really all that special? Just because of my heritage? What makes me more special than anyone else? That I can conjure magic, that I can use a sword, my looks? Why do you chase me around like I'm special? I'm... really not.

-O-

"Wolfram, why don't you look nothing like Conrad? I can't believe you're brothers! For that matter, not even Gwendal looks like you!"

"Why should I resemble any of them? I don't even consider Lord Weller as an equal! That's like a blasphem to myself!"

"You're just caught up in your own pride! If you would just look outside that ego of yours, people might like you better!"

-O-

I'm not special. Just go away. Let me drown in my own misery. I'm not looking for someone to save me and I'm not looking for someone to tell me what to do. I can choose for myself what's right and what's wrong. I can see with my own two eyes.

-O-

"Wolfram!"

"...Huh...? It's morning already...? Whatever."

"GET OUT OF MY BED!"

"Just let my sleep in a little longer..."

"You practically kicked me OFF last night! What do you deserve?"

"...Mmm, what do I deserve? I deserve you."

"You... You... You're so-!"

"Arrogant?"

Aftherthoughts: I got all the heavy, first-strand notes out of the way... Yay. (sweat drop)