Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou!

A/N: This is my first attempt to make a chaptered story after removing my first story... (For those who know, good for you!) There's an important A/N at the end, don't forget to read it!

Chapter 1: The Cinnamon

It was supposed to be just another typical day, really. But from here on out, my life turned from normal to unusual...

I was doing errands that particular day when I met someone who has changed my life for good. First on the list was buying bread from the bakery my mom, Jenifer, always goes to. She kept on reminding me to buy her 2 pieces of cinnamon rolls, other than a loaf of bread and a dozen waffles. Despite my deep annoyance, I kept silent and walked my way to the bakery without a single complaint. I kind of got used to her reminding me of stuff, but... I don't think I'll get used to queues this long. There was a long line of people who were in black overalls. I know something's fishy, but I knew better than to stray and have my stop taken, so I fell in line. The line didn't move one bit... Now I was presuming that they weren't even customers! I have a feeling that they were body guards... I removed myself from the back of the line of men in black over alls and saw the bakery door free from people. I was about to march my way in, when two muscular arms blocked the entrance. I knew better than to make a scene by yelling at them. I made a pathetic conclusion to make up excuses until I get to go inside...

"Hey guys, there are thieves out there!" I pointed randomly at the direction my finger decided to go.

They didn't even glance at me.

"There's a group of gangsters going this way..." I asked, almost questioning them.

Nope, I received no response whatsoever. I tried to think up of the lamest thing I could imagine as an excuse.

"There's a bearbee that needs some help to cross the street over there..." I said sheepishly.

They fell for it and went away, searching for the bearbee that needed 'assistance'. Bearbees look like pink bears that are mixed with some characteristics of a bee. I saw them in TV once, but never thought they really exist. I took the opportunity to step inside and get this chore out of my to-do list. Opening the door, I saw green eyes looking at me with disbelief... Was there something I did that was mainly unbelievable? The girl has blonde hair and a fair complexion, other than her stunning green eyes. She smiled and chuckled or giggled; I couldn't tell. She pointed her finger towards my direction that made me follow it and saw the biggest member of the men-in-black gang getting his knuckles ready for a beating up session. My first instinct was to slam the door shut and lean against it to prevent entry, in which I did. I didn't expect this place to be my deathbed nor did I expect this day to be my last. I mean, who would think that a bakery, of all places, would be the place they would die? I closed my eyes, expecting my doom. Three seconds, no ten seconds passed and I heard no battle cries, no attempt in ramming the door open, or anything war related. I opened my eyes and heard the blonde laugh, as if on cue. I pouted and crossed my arms.

"That wasn't funny! I really thought that I was going to die!" I shouted.

She didn't stop, in fact, her laughter grew louder and I sighed. I thought of ignoring her...and I did. I grabbed a loaf of bread already in a plastic cover and took the waffles that were in a pack. I was about to get the last of the cinnamons when I saw a metallic tong on the treat. I looked at the person who has his/her hands on the cinnamon. I tried a polite approach since it was the girl who laughed at me earlier who was holding the tong. In return, she looked at me and took the cinnamon.

"Can I please have the last cinnamon? My mom wanted it badly; she'll be sad if I don't bring her at least one..." I asked.

"You may have passed the guards, and made me laugh, but you won't get the cinnamon, got that, strange wimp?" She told me one hand placed on her hip and the other on the tong.

"Hey, I'm not a wimp!" I protested. "And, my name's Yuri Shibuya..."

"Well, wimp, mine's Wolfram." She outstretched her free hand.

"That's funny... I thought I heard you say 'Wolfram'... That's couldn't be because Wolfram's a boy's name..." I said as I clasped her hand in a handshake.

She laughed and shook my hand twice before withdrawing it.

"That's because I am, indeed, a boy... Don't worry about it; lots of people make the same mistake... It's nice to meet you, Yuri Shibuya..." Wolfram said and pecked my cheek before going to the counter to pay for the cinnamon.

My cheeks turned pink. It's my first cheek kiss and the person who gave me the cheek kiss is a boy... The amazing thing is... I'm not disgusted by it nor did I dislike it one bit. Once he was done, he headed for the door and winked at me. My cheeks turned red. Was he seducing me? I didn't know if I was still straight...but that boy made his jolly way into my head and no matter how much I tried to get him out, he forcefully comes back in. Snapping out of my thoughts, I walked out of the bakery and saw the guards were gone. I was making my way to the post office to get a package from my aunt who was staying in Switzerland. Halfway to the office, I remembered that I haven't paid for the loaf and waffles. I rushed back to the bakery to apologize and pay for them items, but the owner told me that the bill was already paid. I asked who did the generous deed. To my surprise, it was the blonde...

To be (or not to be) continued...

A/N: So, here's the first chapter! I hope you enjoyed it! Now, for the question... Should I or should I not continue? It would be up to you... I'll continue posting if you give reviews that will urge me to do so... I learned from my first fanfic to ask... Please review!