So this is my first KKM story, I've wanted to do one for a while but only just now got around to it.

Umm…. I think its set after the second season, because I might throw in some MurataxShinou in here somewhere….

Anyway enjoy my first attempt at a Kyo Kara Maou story~!

Transpiring Dreams

Chapter 1

It was a nice day. The sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing, and the flowers were in full bloom. It was a day that Yuuri wished he could be outside, playing baseball with Conrad or catch with Greta.

Yuuri let out a low sigh. No rummaging around in the dark treasure room, for Shinou knows what, was not his ideal way to spend such a beautiful day.

"What are we looking for again?" He asked, standing on his tip toes to try and peer into the top shelf, but the effort proved to be futile, as he was still too short. He lowered himself onto the flats of his feet, and glanced over at Conrad.

Conrad smiled gently at him, and opened his mouth to remind his godson, but was interrupted.

"Are you such a wimp that you can't even remember something from ten minutes ago?" A voice grumbled behind him, and Yuuri didn't even have to turn around to know that it was Wolfram.

Yuuri frowned, realizing that Wolfram did have a point. It was true; they hadn't been in here for very long, but he really couldn't help it if his mind wondered whenever Günter started talking… "I'm not a wimp." He mumbled, out of habit, and turned to face the blond.

Irritated emerald green eyes met his own onyx ones with a small glare. Wolfram was standing in the middle of the room, surprisingly close to Conrad, away from the dusty shelves and old boxes. 'Probably on purpose,' Yuuri thought with a roll of his eyes. 'He'd rather stand next to the brother he dislikes then get his precious clothes dirty.

"Heika," Conrad spoke up, the smile still on his lips, not bothered by the fact that his little brother had interrupted him. "We're looking for the Demon Diary."

Yuuri blinked. "Um… what is that? Like the long lost diary of Shinou or something?" He asked, scratching the back of his head in confusion.

Conrad's smile grew, and Wolfram rolled his eyes. "Not quite, Heika." Conrad said, not able to hold back the amused tone of his voice. "It works much like the Demon Mirror. But instead of showing random past, or future, events, it shows the past of whomever Heika wishes to learn a bit more about." He explained.

"My name is Yuuri, Conrad!" Yuuri said, but smiling back at his godfather. "And why exactly does Günter want us to find this thing?" He asked, continuing his search. While he wasn't exactly sure what it looked like, but with a name like 'Demon Diary' it had to be a book right?

Conrad hesitated. "I'm not too sure Hei – Yuuri… But I suspect he wants you to get better acquainted with all of us here at Blood Pledge Castle."

Yuuri furrowed his eyebrows, as Conrad's words sunk in, and made his conscience stir. "By snooping into some ones past without their permission?" He mumbled, and stepped away from the shelf. "No… I'd rather have them tell me themselves…" He said, deciding to just tell Günter that he couldn't find it or something.

"Hey, is this it?" Wolfram asked.

Yuuri turned, noting with slight shock that his friend was actually standing by one of the dirty shelves, holding up an equally dusty book. Wolfram glanced down at the book in his hands, hastily wiped away the thick layer of dust, and handed the book over to Conrad.

Conrad took the book out of Wolframs hand, and inspected it thoroughly. It seemed to fit the hastily spoken description that Günter had told them before sending them off, but he couldn't say for certain if it was or not. "Let's take it back to von Christ-kyo, and see." He suggested.

"Can't we just leave it here and say we couldn't find it?" Yuuri asked, desperately wanting Conrad to put the book down. He already felt guilty enough for going into the past that one time, but he hadn't actually seen anything that could be considered personal to anyone, well except maybe Julia….

"Stop being such a wimp! If you don't wanna do it just tell him! No need to make up some wimpy lies." Wolfram snapped.

"Not a wimp!" Yuuri retorted, feeling his irritation spike, as it usually did when Wolfram insulted him. "I just don't want to hurt Günter's feelings." He knew how Günter got when he got over emotional; they all did actually.

"As I said Heika, I'm not sure what he plans to do with this." Conrad reminded him. "He could be planning to have you use it, or he could be merely making sure that it is still here, and couldn't find time to come find it himself. Regardless of what his intentions are, I believe it's best if we gave it to him."

"I guess…" Yuuri grumbled.

"And if his does intend for you to use this, I'll rescue you for sure, Heika." Conrad said gently.

"Arigato, Conrad." Yuuri thanked, smiling up at his godfather in gratitude.

Wolfram bristled, feeling the warm atmosphere coming from his fiancé and his brother. "Hey!" He cried indignantly, grabbing a hold of Yuuri's wrist, and pulling him away from Conrad, who he had been standing far too close to. "Stop flirting with people, you cheater!" He snarled, snatching the book out of Weller's hands and dragging Yuuri off and away from his older half brother.

"Wolfram!" Yuuri cried, trying to pull his wrist from Wolframs grasp. His hand was starting to go numb… "How many times do I have to tell you? That proposal was an accident. Come on, say it with me, ac-ci-dent!" He stressed.

Wolfram ignored him, but couldn't help the cold fury that burned in his chest. His grip tightened, and he hurried his pace. He knew that it was basically impossible to separated Yuuri and Conrad, but Yuuri could at least have some decently to stop flirting in front of him!

Yuuri sighed, realizing that Wolfram wouldn't let go of his arm until he was good and ready. He kept pace with the blond as best ad he could, vaguely aware that Conrad was following them.

Wolfram turned the corner sharply and barely missed running into Günter. The silver haired man blinked in surprise. "Heika!" he cried, ignoring Wolfram. "I was just about to come find you! Oh you must have felt the vastness of my love calling you to me!" He cried dramatically.

Yuuri sweat dropped. "Umm…" He started, laughing nervously, trying to find a way to change the subject. He glanced over to the side and noticed the book still in Wolframs hand. "Oh, right! Is this the book we were supposed to look for?" He asked, gently taking it from Wolfram, and handing it over to Günter.

Günter took it, and examined it carefully, taking in the dark brown leather with the imprint of a tree on its cover. "Ah, yes, Heika. This is the Demon Diary." He nodded, swiftly becoming serious.

"So… umm… why did you want us to find it?" Yuuri asked, hesitantly.

"Just to see if it still works, Heika." Günter said. "It could prove to be very useful to us later on. But I will need to do more research on it before we put it into use."

"…Günter I don't think-"

"Oh dear!" Günter gasped, interrupting him. "It seems that it is time for you to finish your paperwork, Heika."

"W-what?!" Yuuri cried, forgetting completely about what he was about to say. "But I didn't even get a chance to go outside today!" He whined.

"I'm most sorry, Heika. But you skipped out on it yesterday, and I do believe that Qwendal's patience is wearing thin…" Conrad spoke up, from his spot behind Yuuri.

"But I'm sure that if you finish most of it tonight, Aniue will let you have most of tomorrow off." Wolfram said, trying to bring back Yuuri's rapidly depleting spirit. He squeezed Yuuri's wrist, that was still in his hand, gently for comfort. If Yuuri would have let him he would have squeezed his hand, but Yuuri would just flip out if he did.

"I guess…" Yuuri mumbled, feeling awkward from not realizing that he was still practically holding hands with Wolfram. He quickly moved his arm away. "Well I'll be on my way then…"

"I'll accompany you, Heika!" Günter said trailing after Yuuri as they made their way down the hall to Yuuri's study, leaving Conrad and Wolfram behind.

"Wolfram –"Conrad began, worry evident in his voice. While Yuuri had been oblivious to Wolframs hurt expression when he had pulled his hand away, Conrad had caught it.

"Is there something you need Weller-kyo?" Wolfram snapped coldly, turning to face his older brother with a glare. He knew that he should be used to being pushed away by Yuuri, (After all it had been well over a year since their engagement had begun and their relationship still hadn't progressed past friendship), but it still hurt.

Conrad frowned, his worried expression growing. "Are you okay?" He asked, knowing that his brother wasn't.

"I'm fine!" Wolfram snarled. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go look for my daughter." He said, turning around and storming off in the direction Yuuri and Günter had gone just minutes before.

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He couldn't keep his eyes off of it. No, no matter how many times Yuuri tried to turn his attention back to the stack of papers on his desk, his eyes would always find their way back to the Demon Diary.

Günter had left the room about an hour ago, saying either something about Anissina or research, Yuuri hadn't been paying the silver haired drama queen much attention, and had left, leaving the book behind.

He wasn't sure why his interest in the Diary had suddenly peaked, but it had, somehow. While he still was reluctant about using it, he was curious about the pasts of those closet to him. After all most of them were still a mystery to him, like Conrad, Qwendal, and Günter. And they all, apparently, had very colorful pasts.

He sighed, putting his pen down, and stretched, loosening the muscles in his back. His eyes returned to the Diary and he sighed again, reached over and grabbed it. The Diary was heavy, though lighter then the books Günter usually brought him. It smelled like old leather and was still a bit dusty in places.

He ran his fingers along the Tree etched into the cover, awed by the intricate design. On Earth the tree would be known as the 'Tree of Life' and Yuuri wondered if it was called that here too.

Two small strings of leather were tied together to keep the Diary from being opened too easily. His hands moved on their own and easily untied the strings.

He let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, when, after a few seconds, nothing happened. He wasn't sure of what he was supposed to do, if he opened it would there be words about someone's past? Or would it take him to the past like the Demon Mirror did? And just how much of someone's past would he see?

He was tempted to put it down, but his curiosity won over and he opened the book.

Nothing.

He blinked, and flipped through the pages. Still there was nothing on any of the pages. He frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. He thought back to the day he'd had the encounter with the Demon Mirror, and tried to remember how he'd triggered it.

Well he'd been running from a possessive Wolfram when –

His vision swam suddenly, as a dizziness he'd never felt before hit him. His heart speed up to where it seemed like every part of his body was pulsing. A headache started to form behind his eyes, and he reached a hand to grasp at his pounding head. The pain was extreme; he screwed his eyes shut, and clenched his teeth in order to stop the pained groan that was rising in his throat.

Just as quickly as the dizziness and the headache had come, they were gone. Yuuri slowly opened his eyes and froze.

Gone were the beige (1) walls, and the bookshelves that lined his study. Gone was the Demon Diary, and the chair he'd been previously sitting in. Instead he was sitting in the middle of a clearing, in a dense forest.

"W-where am I?"

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1)Is that what color they are?

Wow that took a while… tell me what you think of it. Sorry if there's any OoCness.