Title: Ready For Love

Chapter One: A Wonderful Misunderstanding

Anime: Kyou Kara Maou

Summary: Now that things have quieted down in Shin Makoku, there is nothing to deter the foreshadowed wedding between His Majesty Maou, Yuuri Shibuya and Wolfram von Bielefield.

Shibuya Yuuri held up a hand in greeting as he saw the familiar figure of Murata Ken approaching from down the sidewalk.
Greta smiled, her short maroon locks bouncing as she ran across the open courtyard of Blood Pledge Castle. She stopped abruptly, as a stray blue jay swooped down her path and soared up to land on the window sill of the second floor.

The curious blue jay chirped happily, flapping its wings twice before its dark eyes settled on the occupants of the room.

Gwendal went to sit behind his desk, one of his hands automatically taking the feather pen, eyes scanning the mounts of paper stacked on his desk. Heaving a heavy sigh he spared the blue jay a glance, a small barely discernable smile gracing his lips before he began his work.

"Aniue!" Wolfram, forgetting to knock as usual, barged through the door, immediately crossing the room and slamming his hands down on the grand oak desk.

Gwendal, brows creased in slight irritation, didn't bother to look at his younger sibling already knowing, from past experience, what was coming.

"Why hasn't he returned yet! It's been over a month and still he hasn't come back!" Wolfram ground out, arms crossed as he started his pacing about the room. "He's the Maou for Shinou's sake! Why hasn't he returned!"

Gwendal paused in his writing, Wolfram had a point. Yuuri had been absent longer than usual, but that was respectfully so. Shin Makoku was in a relative sense at peace with the Big and Small Shimaron alike. Most of the countries, mazaku and human alike were either neutral or in alliance with Shin Makoku.

Wolfram who'd continued to rave about Yuuri's absence turned to face Gwendal then, emerald orbs ablaze. "Are you listening, Aniue?"

Gwendal gave a grunt, a disgruntled frown on his lips from having been caught not paying attention.

Emerald orbs settled on the mounts of paperwork littering the desks surface, somewhere underneath the soft locks of blonde tresses a light bulb went off. "You know, Aniue… if Yuuri and I had been married already I could sign all this paperwork while he's back at his beloved earth."

Cheri-sama entered then, a bright smile on her rosy lips as she grabbed onto her youngest son and proceeded to fuss over him. "A wedding! That's just what we need in such a boring time like this!" Cheri cooed, softly rubbing Wolframs cheek with hers.

"Mother…" Gwendal tried to deter.

"Now, Gwendal-" she said, abruptly releasing the young disheveled blond.

"Mothe-"

"Gwendal, I want you to start contacting everyone, inform them about the wedding between His Majesty and Wolfram." She said in a strict voice. Both Wolfram and Gwendal gulped at the air of fiery determination surrounding her.

Yuuri sniffled, nose twitching irritably before he sneezed, body rising from the hard chair a few seconds. "Ano, Murata?" he questioned blinking his eyes rapidly and rubbing at his suddenly cold nose.

Sitting across from him, Murata flipped a couple of pages from the multiple books on the table. "Yeah?"

"What are we doing here? You said we were going to go to the carnival…" Yuuri frowned to himself, settling down into his crossed arms. He idly reached out, drawing small figures in the cold wood.

Murata looked up then, a small smile gracing his lips as he looked across at the melancholy maou. "Shibuya…" he whispered more to himself. "You miss the other world, don't you?"

Yuuri was silent for a moment it was true, he did miss the other world. But then again why wouldn't he. They hadn't been transported back for over a month. He hadn't paid it much attention the first two weeks, summer had just started and he'd been preoccupied with practice and volunteering as a coach for the new little league team.

His mother too had started fussing over him more than usual. He could only guess why, he thought irritably, remembering how his sixteenth birthday was coming up in a little less than two weeks.

Onyx orbs locked on his imaginary artwork before leaning back against his chair. "…yeah...I do."

Murata shut his book, standing and collecting the scattered books on the table and disappearing around the corner. Shibuya blinked confused,' where's he going now?' he thought.

Murata returned minutes later, a bag in hand. "Well?" he said, grabbing their lunch pack on the table top. "What are you waiting for?"

Yuuri blinked, "Huh"

"I thought you wanted to go to the carnival."

Yuuri brightened up then, smiling whole-heartedly as he grabbed his jacket and they headed off.