Authors Note: Enjoy the cute Yuuram, It'll be about 4 chapters? Maybe 5, not sure. There will be only one pairing, which is Yuuri and Wolfram. No inappropriate stuff, just simple fluff, maybe a brief kiss, no tongue either. The couple's too pure for that stuff. That's it.

Maybe very tiny Wolfram Angst but not enough for it to make a genre. This is for entertainment purposes only. And to satisfy my heart with the lovely-ness that is this couple.

Disclaimer: I don't own Kyo Kara Maoh!

I only own This story and OCS.

Have fun with this story.

No particular major spoilers, possibly minor or some non-important episodes. Not sure as i haven't fully decided on the chapter's content yet.

Be on the lookout for serious fluffy stuff. Fluff fluff.

Note: Whenever Yuuri has a thought about Wolfram, note that it is in The Most Innocent Way Possible.

It's not Love that is Blind, but Jealousy.

-Lawrence Durrell

Shin Makoku's weather was always gracious. Perhaps in honor of the current king, Shibuya Yuuri. The first Maoh to be known for his dislike for violence. A Maoh of fairness and kindness. That king was half-blood, bad at everything, even rules he didn't know. Despite of all that, he had shown that the Dark Lord's spirit was indeed within him.

His citizens loved him. There were almost never bad news about him. He even took Wolfram von Bielefelt, the son of the former Maoh, Cäcilie von Spitzweg, as his one and only. The news of their wedding was uncertain yet, but things were looking up for the couple.

The only disturbing news that the citizens often received was that he still went back to the Earth, his former land. He still visited his school when he could easily get education at Shin Makoku. It'd be the best education as he was the Maoh.

Despite of that, he still went back. He never failed to.

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Murata was getting a headache. He realized listening to the King of Shin Makoku complain about his fiance was not the best thing ever. He was complaining about how Wolfram always called him a cheater and a wimp. Murata was starting to get irritated, especially because he had known Shibuya's feelings for Wolfram von Bielefelt for about 4 months.

"You know," Murata mumbled, "Why don't you try to be more honest with yourself more?" he said more clearly. He was going to try making Shibuya realize his feelings.

"Honest? When haven't been I honest with myself?" Yuuri seemed confused at what the great sage had said. He's an Idiot. Murata thought immediately. The Maoh seemed to be completely oblivious at his feelings to the blond, and Murata decided to push his buttons.

"So you aren't in love with Sir Von Bielefelt?" Shibuya's immediate blush was a wonderful response to the question, but Shibuya seemed to be in denial. "I-I'm n-not, at all. "

Then what was with all that stuttering?

Murata sighed, as if relieved. Yuuri noticed and asked, "Murata? What's wrong?"

This should be fun.

"Thank God!" Murata sighed again, the same feeling of relief on his face, "I was worrying that you were!"

"Eh?"

"The truth is, I've been in love with Sir Vo- I mean Wolfram all this time!"

"Eh?" Yuuri's response to that was the same.

"I backed out because i thought you were in love, as you are engaged. But now, i can chase him with all my heart. I'm actually feeling quite hopeful, Wolfram's been stealing a couple of shy glances at me! He also blushes when he looks at me!"

Which was a white lie. Murata had never seen Von Bielefelt that way, despite the fact that he did think he was a pretty sight.

He lightly put his hand on his heart for dramatic effect, "His beautiful golden hair, his clear skin, his angelic eyes!"

Murata could barely contain his laughter when he saw Yuuri's obvious signs of jealousy.

"Shibuya, Are you perhaps ... Jealous?" Yuuri tensed when he heard Murata's sentence. Was it true, was he really jealous? What did this mean? Did he love Wolfram?

"I-It's not that!" Yuuri waved his hands up in the air to make it clear. "It's just that, Wolfram's my fiance, and i think that lovi- " Yuuri quickly changed the word, "Having thoughts like that towards him is a little ... inappropriate."

"Nothing is inappropriate when it comes to true love." Murata emphasized the two last words to make the realization more impactful. And the result was satisfactory. Yuuri winced at the word 'love' and felt a pang of jealousy seep through his body, his blood boiling. Of course, the incredibly dense Majesty couldn't tell what he was feeling. He frowned deeply.

Thankfully, Murata had decided to stop his game. "Shibuya," Yuuri looked up as Murata called his name softly. "You love Wolfram. " Murata said it as a fact, and Yuuri couldn't do anything but take it as a fact. But he still kept his wall of denial. "No I don't." He said, clenching his teeth.

"Then why are you scared of losing him?

"I don't know."

"Why are you bleeding from your hand?" Yuuri didn't notice the pain until Murata said it. He was bleeding from his hand and his nails had made a mark.

"I don't know."

"Why do you hate it when people come close to Wolfram?"

"I don't know."

"Why do you feel better when you're with him?"

"I don't know."

"Why do you stare at him when he enters a room?"

"I don't know."

"There was a day when you held his hand suddenly, why did you do that?"

Yuuri blushed as he remembered that day. It had been raining and they were walking through the forest alone. He suddenly felt an urge to touch Wolfram. To touch his body, his hand, his lips. In the most innocent way possible.He shook his head, but he couldn't resist the urge and took Wolfram's hand within his.

Wolfram turned his head at the black-haired, he blushed as he noticed their entangled hands, and turned away when he saw Yuuri's tomato face.

Murata's words interrupted his remembrance, "Why did you do that?" He asked,"Did you want to mess with him?"

"N-No, I-I ..."

"Yuuri," Yuuri's eyes widened whenever Murata used his first name, he looked serious. In a tone so strong and clear, he said three little words with so much impact, "You love Wolfram, don't you?"

The pieces fell into place. Yuuri loved Wolfram, that had become clear to Yuuri, He loves him. Yuuri loves Wolfram.

"Think about this clearly before you answer, otherwise I'd feel bad for Von Bielefelt, Do you love Wolfram Von Bielefelt?"

"... I love Wolfram," Yuuri said, a flash of determination evident in his obsidian eyes, blushing after he realized he said it out loud. Murata couldn't hold it in anymore, and broke down laughing like a madman. "Murata?" Yuuri said, clearly worried. Murata's laughing became even more, like a volcano erupting. Murata finally stopped, as Yuuri was waiting for him to finish.

"Ah, to be young."

"Murata, " called Yuuri, "Why did you do this?"

"Eh?"

"You like Wolfram, right?" How Yuuri said that so seriously, Murata couldn't help to break down laughing again. But ended it earlier, as Yuuri was starting to get irritated.

"I don't like Von Bielefelt," he said.

"Eh?"

"That was all a lie, one to make you confess."

"All of that, a lie? Even what you said about Wolfram shooting shy glances at you?"

"Mhm. Besides, I'm 4000 years old. I think i'm a tad old for love." Murata smiled innocently.

"Why?"

"Because i was bored. Also annoyed. You were complaining like that when you clearly loved him. And didn't even know it. "

Yuuri blushed, "Was it that obvious?" He asked, "Just about as clear as the sky on a sunny day."

Yuuri went back to the topic on hand. "But what should i do? It's not like Wolfram loves me and it's not like I can confess besides i think he likes someone else, so what should i do?! Should i be a man and have a duel or something? But i don't know who Wolfram likes anyway so- " His ramblings were cut off by Murata, who was dead glaring at him, "Let me apologize in advance, Shibuya." And his chop cut through Yuuri's head (Not literally,) the pain unbearable.

Yuuri backed away, his hand comforting his pained head. "What was that for?!"

"For being a dumb ass," Yuuri couldn't suppress a shiver at Murata's unbelievable glare. It's hard to believe that he was bullied. "Gosh, I simply feel bad for Sir Von Bielefelt."

"What are you talking about?"

Murata grabbed Yuuri's shoulders tightly, and told him, "Sir Von Bielefelt has loved you ever since you proposed to him,"

"But he's not serio-"

"He's serious. He loves you as much as you love him, Shibuya. He's been yours ever since the day he fell in love with you. He loves you, and has put his life on the line multiple ti-"

"But i'm his king! He protects me because of that!"

Murata sighed, letting go of Yuuri's shoulder. "I've known Von Bielefelt his entire 85 years of living, and he has never served anyone as faithfully as he has you. Nor has he looked happier with you."

"He loves you, and you love him. What's the problem?" Murata said.

"But, Is it really okay? I've hurt him so much! It'd be selfish to just say 'Wolfram, i just realized i love you! Let's get married!'

"It's sometimes okay to be selfish. That's what love is anyway." Murata said, "You're not getting any younger, besides, you need to realize how lucky you are you have someone who so honestly loves you like that, Shibuya."

"..Murata," Yuuri said softly, "thank you."

Murata smiled softly,"You're welcome, Shibuya."

"Yuuri." Murata was confused. "I want you to call me Yuuri," he said. Murata smiled softly, "Okay, Yuuri. Now go."

Murata watched as Yuuri walked away from him and towards the castle. "It's hard work being a matchmaker." He sighed. "But it seemed like you had fun." a voice chimed in his head. "Shinou, I take it you were listening,"

"The entire time."

"That's not right, eavesdropping on a private conversation."

"As if you can say that right now. You were quite the devil today."

"Not a demon?" Murata asked curiously.

"Seeing the way you controlled Shibuya Yuuri's feelings, definitely a devil. Calling you a demon would be an understatement."

"I feel honored." He smiled innocently.

"But what an Idiot Shibuya Yuuri is,"

"He's not,"

"He's a huge Idiot," They said simultaneously, laughing.

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Yuuri ran in the castle's halls, ignoring the occasional greetings from servants, guards, etc. He was heading to his office, where he knew Wolfram was. When he finally reached it, He practically kicked the door down, and yelled, "Wolfram!"

Wolfram blushed furiously as he heard Yuuri shout his name. He's been feeling really weird around Yuuri lately. Ever since Yuuri held his hand that day in the forest. They were alone together. His heart's beating was breaking his rib-cage, threatening to spill through his chest.

"What is it, Your Majesty?" Gunter asked. In the room stood the 3 brothers and Gunter. Yuuri blushed furiously. Conrad looked at Yuuri before it clicked. I see, His Majesty is finally paying attention to Wolfram. Perhaps he came here to confess or something. Conrad chuckled inwardly, glad that His Majesty had finally realized. But mostly glad for his younger brother, Wolfram.

"N-Nothing. I was just bored and," Yuuri thought hard and long for an excuse."Right, I wanted to study! I'm very interested in the past wars!" Yuuri mentally kicked himself. Either be tortured by Gunter or embarrassed when Wolfram and the rest find out about the real reason he's here.

Conrad barely managed to contain his laughter, while Gwendal looked downright confused. Study? His Majesty? Perhaps His Majesty is finally learning to be a good king. It's to be expected though.

Gunter, on the other hand was overflowing with happiness. His Majesty had wanted to voluntarily spend time with someone like him! He simply couldn't contain his happiness, He ended up crying waterfalls as His Majesty led him to the study.

Wolfram's heartbeat didn't calm down until after 5 minutes of Yuuri's exit. Conrad had noticed his brother's dilemma and was going to have to talk to Gwendal tonight.

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Torture falls beneath Gunter's classes. From signing to learning. From reading to writing. From listening to answering. 6 hours of hell. Just when Yuuri thought he couldn't handle one more minute, Gunter laid beside him a stack of papers that threatened to fall in its inability to keep its balance. Yuuri honestly thought that this was his last day. He wouldn't survive this.

He was wrong, barely. When he finally finished the last piece of paper, he rejoiced, his stomach grumbling, and he blushed. Gunter smiled kindly at him. "You worked so hard today, Your Majesty. Now, Let's go have dinner."

Yuuri's stomach seemed to agree, and he headed out the door to the living room.

Typically, there was a certain way to sit. Normally, Yuuri would sit at the the middle. Conrad, as his bodyguard, would sit directly beside him on the right. Following him on the right would be Gunter, Wolfram and Greta. And on his direct left would sit Gwendal, Cäcilie, and Anissina.

But today, for some reason, Conrad had asked Wolfram to switch seats with him, making Yuuri sit right next to Wolfram.

Yuuri suddenly felt so self-conscious. He found himself looking at his fiance's lips, hands and his skin. As soon as he realized what he was thinking about, Yuuri flushed deep red and turned his head suddenly to the bowl of soup in front of him.

He looked around to the other occupants of the table and saw them casually conversing, with the occasional laughter shared between them.

Dinner soon came to an end and they all retired to their rooms, with Greta, Yuuri and Wolfram heading to Yuuri's room.

Conrad pulled Gwendal aside as the others headed to their perspective rooms. "What's up?" Gwendal casually asked. "Tomorrow, don't come into His Majesty's and Wolfram's room." Conrad warned.

"Why?" Gwendal asked.

"His Majesty is most likely going to confess today." Conrad admitted.

"What? Where did you get that from?" Gwendal asked, suspicious.

"When His Majesty came into his office earlier, he was planning to confess to Wolfram,"

"Seriously?!"

Conrad nodded, "So, I doubt anything's going to happen, His Majesty won't go that far, but we'll let them have their privacy."

"And if something happens?"

"His Majesty and Wolfram are both adults. In that case, they'll handle it like adults."

Gwendal was reluctant but complied. "Fine."

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As the Yuuri, Wolfram and Greta reached Yuuri's room, Greta excused himself, "Are you sure?" Yuuri had asked. But she had replied maturely, "Yeah, I can't sleep in Papa's bed anymore! I'm a big girl!" Wolfram rubbed her head affectionately, "Yes, but you're never too young to sleep in Papas' bed,"

Wolfram failed to see the smile crept in Yuuri's face. Yuuri loved the affectionate side of him. Sure, his tsun side was a bit hard, but that made it so much more worth it to see this caring, protective side of him.

As they watched Greta leave towards her room, they entered Yuuri's and began changing for bed.

(Time Skip)

As they finished dressing in their Pajamas, with Yuuri's being shorts, on top of it a light green shirt. Wolfram wore his usual pink nightgown with frills.

The air was so awkward and tense, they couldn't find anything to say. They just silently went to bed. Yuuri turned his back towards Wolfram, to make it easier to sleep. Yuuri could spend years staring at his angelic eyes and not get bored. Yuuri blushed with the thought. It was hard for Yuuri to sleep, but eventually drifted away. His last thoughts were, I have to tell 'im.

Unknown to Yuuri, Wolfram stayed up much longer. He was staring at Yuuri's back, hoping it'd eventually turn towards him, so he could see his fiance one last time before going to sleep. His hope drifted away when he heard Yuuri soft breathing, indicating he'd fallen asleep. With a frown, Wolfram went to sleep. I guess this means he won't ever look my way.

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"Umm," Yuuri mumbled sleepily, waking up. "W-What time is it?" he mumbled before hesitantly getting up from his bed. When he heard his fiance's moaning, he was worried he'd woken him up, but relaxed when he spotted the blond's closed eyes. He took a second to stare at him. His soft skin. His hands that were around the pillow. The strands of golden hair on his face, occasionally falling on his face. He could stare at him forever. He wished he could.

A thought crossed his mind. When did he fall in love with Wolfram? With his emerald green eyes that saw through your soul? With his silky smooth hair? He realized that he had even come to love their arguments. Even the way Wolfram was always honest with his feelings. Not just about his romantic feelings for Yuuri, but also for never sugar-coating things like Conrad. Even his constant jealousy antics. It always reminded Yuuri how much Wolfram loved him. If he didn't, he wouldn't be jealous. Just like how Yuuri hates it when Wolfram smiles at his soldiers or laughs at their jokes. It always made Yuuri's blood boil. He wanted to make Wolfram laugh like that.

Yuuri also loved how Wolfram didn't treat him or love him because he was the Maoh. He loved him because he was himself.

He turned towards the huge window and calculated that it was 2AM. The moon was quite close to him, the light shining inside his room.

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He was running. He wanted to catch up. To that back that was always in front of him. He wanted to stand beside him. To run beside him. 'Together Forever'. He wanted them to be.

Wolfram rubbed his eyes with his hand, wiping away the tears that hung in the corners. He sat up. He noticed that his fiance wasn't in their bed. His eyes subconsciously scanned the room for his fiance. When his eyes found him, he relaxed. He was standing near the huge window.

When Yuuri heard his fiance's waking up, his gaze turned to the bed.

Wolfram's breath was caught in his throat at the sight. The moon illuminated his fiance's skin, giving at a breathtaking glow. His obsidian eyes glowed affectionately, his smile kind. His hair waved slightly.

Wolfram surpressed a shiver at his gaze. "Wolfram," Wolfram liked the way Yuuri said his name. It made him feel special. It was as if ... he was being loved. Wolfram shook his head violently, making Yuuri stare confused. "Wolfram, I love you,"

Eh?

"Wolfram," Yuuri repeated,"I love you,"

Wolfram's heart was beating loudly, so much he was worried that his fiance could hear. Was it true? Could he finally believe that his fiance, loved him? Could he truly believe that Yuuri loved him? Unconditionally? Or was he just saying that? Did he pity him? He looked at his fiance's onyx eyes and found only sincerity and love.

"Wolfram?"

His fiance's worried tone interrupted his thoughts. He realized a couple of silent minutes had passed judging by his fiance's confused but worried stare.

Yuuri was worried, Did his fiance find someone other than him? Did he find a person who wasn't a wimp? One that realized their feelings and confessed sooner? Did Wolfram love that person and accept their feelings? D-Did he still hold feelings for Yuuri?

Drip. Drip.

Yuuri turned his head to the dripping sound, and his eyes widened. He quickly rushed to the source and wrapped his arms around the crying Wolfram tightly. Wolfram was surprised, but wrapped his arms hesitantly around his fiance, silently dripping small tears, wetting Yuuri's shirt. He noticed that Yuuri was trembling. A glow passed Yuuri's face, and Wolfram realized that, Yuuri himself shed a tear.

"Y-Yuu-"

"Wolfram!" Wolfram was surprised how much power Yuuri's tone held. "I'm sorry! I never realized how much pain I've caused you for the past two years!"

"I didn't realize that all those years, I loved you!" Wolfram's eyes widened at the news and his tears decreased. "I caused you so much pain and always avoided your love, and always considered you a bother. But, right now, I'm very happy that you never gave up on me!"

Wolfram stopped crying, but wrapped his arms even tighter around Yuuri, "U-Umph, You're a wimp afterall,"

Yuuri retreated his arms to Wolfram's neck, and sat in front of Wolfram. He wiped the tears from Wolfram's eyes with his index finger and kissed his eye softly, tasting his salty tears. He then kissed his nose, he hesitated before leaning in to kiss him. He lightly pressed his lips against Wolfram's. Wolfram's lips were soft and sweet, like honey, but so much sweeter. His lips also tasted a bit slight salty because of his tears. Yuuri felt his blood wildly dancing. Wolfram hesitated before responding to his lips. His hands went to Yuuri's hair, messing it.

Yuuri didn't want to stop it, Wolfram's lips were definitely addicting. But he did, getting a flushed face from his lover. Yuuri's face turned equally red, before he whispered to his lover, "Let's go to bed, It's late,"

After getting a nod from his partner, he opened the cover of the bed and got under it, holding up a hand to its covers for his partner. Wolfram fumbled before getting in.

Yuuri had his back turned to Wolfram once again, Wolfram frowned. Unknown to him, Yuuri couldn't face him unless he wanted his tomato face to be spotted. After a couple of minutes, Yuuri heard Wolfram's soft breathing that meant he was asleep.

Rather, It was supposed to convince him of that.

Yuuri had a couple of nights that he couldn't sleep in, where he heard the natural breathing pace of the blond, and this wasn't it. That meant that the blond was faking sleep, presumably because of Yuuri.

Yuuri turned his body to face the blond, and hesitantly got his hand around Wolfram's waist, pulling him closer to his body. Wolfram's eyes snapped open, and yelped because of the sudden closeness of him and Yuuri, "What ar-" his not so much resistance was silenced by Yuuri's sudden kiss to his temple, making him speechless.

Wolfram slowly relaxed, resting his head on Yuuri's chest, his heart beating loudly. He was surprised when he felt Yuuri's chest beat rapidly. He turned his head towards Yuuri, finding his face flushed to an extraordinary red. Wolfram couldn't help the laugh that shook his ribcage.

Yuuri face turned even more red, if possible,"Shut up,"

"J-Just when i thought you were becoming less of a wimp," Wolfram stuttered as a result of his laughs, small tears hanging at the corner of his eyes.

"Just go to sleep."

"OK OK, but before that," Wolfram leaned towards Yuuri, catching his lips in a sweet kiss, and flashing him the widest smile Yuuri has ever seen on Wolfram (and certainly the most gorgeous Yuuri had ever seen in his entire life.), before lying down. Wolfram rested his head on Yuuri's chest once again, the corner of his lips upturned.

"Good night, Yuuri," Wolfram sang with a beaming smile.

"Umph, G-Good night," Yuuri said, flustered.

That night, King Yuuri and his fiance, Wolfram, slept cuddled together, with peaceful smiled on their faces.

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Gwendal couldn't help it. He was curious about what happened last night. It's okay, he'd just sneak a look at them and that's it.

He walked to His Majesty, Yuuri's room, when he spotted a certain person outside the room. He ran up to him, and whispered angerily, "Why are you here, Conrad!"

Conrad looked surprised, "I'm here to check on His Majesty and Wolfram!"

"After what you told me!" Conrad put a finger on his lips, "Be quiet, we wouldn't want to wake them up!"

Gwendal sighed before calming down, "So, did anything happen?"

"I don't think so, but ..." Conrad looked towards the slightly open door and took a peak inside again. Gwendal did the same. Gwendal's eyes widened, "I see, I'm happy for them," He smiled softly, something that he rarely did.

There in that room, slept Yuuri and Wolfram, With Yuuri's arm wrapped around Wolfram, Wolfram slept peacefully on his chest, smiles on their peaceful faces.

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Authors Note: Did you like it? Dislike it? I'm quite satisfied with the results of my one and a half day. Just so you know, there will be other chapters, about 4 more? Maybe 3?

The next chapters will include Yuuri going to Earth with Wolfram, and then a boy from the drama club asks Yuuri to perform in a play. Wolfram is jealous so he decides to perform in the play as well. The play? "Shakespears Romeo and Juliet!"

Wolfram's role? Juliet!

What'll happen when the cast members find out? The question is: Will they find out?

It's a continuation not another story, so same fluff, perhaps some sweet kisses!

Written by: Tropicalnight