Disclaimer: I don't and never will own KKM.

A/N This is a sequel to my other story "One Night" and continues though the events of the next day

Thanks again to hajislover for the help with Bata

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One Day

Chapter 1

Yuuri squeezed his eyes together tightly, vainly trying to shut out the bright rays of the midmorning sun. He let out a grunt and beat his pillow with his free arm as if to blame it for the glare of light seen through sleepy lids. A moment ago he was laying blissfully and comfortably asleep on his giant king-sized bed, stretched out on his side with one arm tucked under both head and pillow, and now he fought unsuccessfully to return to that haven of unawareness. The same venomous light that broke the Sanctuary of Rest set off the first twitch of alarm that sounds when everything is not as it should be.

You're late, it accosted him as awareness slowly crept in despite his stubborn refusal. Something's wrong, it pestered as Yuuri's mind came out of the fog.

The sun was much too high to be waking up now, it glared at him from its resting place, a full hand span above the railing of the balcony.

He sat up forcefully rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Conrad should have been here awhile ago to push him along on their morning run. A smile crept on to his face as he thought of his god father. At first, he had hated the morning jog; it just did not seem right getting up that early for anything, let alone running. But now he treasured that time in the morning, before everything else came up, just him and Conrad running silently along or talking out his frustration and his protector standing by ready to help.

He looked around him to unmask the mystery of his late arising; his eyes scanning the room for anything out of place, anything that was not normal. His sight fell upon Wolfram, who was not laying contently on his side of the bed, blissfully asleep like most mornings when Yuuri awoke. Instead, he was sitting in the stylized chair by the corridor that led to the Maou's bath, his uncharacteristically ragged appearance a testament to a sleepless night.

Yuuri's heart started beating fast and his breathing picked up to keep pace as the events of the night before came back into clear focus. He had headed to his room after the dinner—in which Wolfram had walked out on. He'd known Wolfram was mad at him so he brought back some desert as a peace offering, hoping to avoid a fight and have a peaceful nights rest. He had thought it had worked when Wolfram went straight to bed without argument, but he had been woken suddenly from a dream. What he had been dreaming he no longer remembered—it had been generic, some school day with classmates and the like. It was what he woke up to that had his face burning and heart pounding.

Yuuri brought his hand to his lips remembering what he had awoken to; it had still seemed part of his dream, a shifting of reality. His mind raced down the sequence of events. He tried to stop it in its tracks, not wanting to remember how it had ended. He sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed the wooden post, using it in preparation to help himself stand. But instead of the activity driving his mind to stop, the movement betrayed him as his pants felt abnormally tight and stuck.

His face became redder, the room hotter, remembering how it felt to be caressed like that. The mind screaming for it to stop, that it was wrong. His body betraying his wits as the pleasure grew stronger. They were both boys, it was not suppose to be like this; he was not supposed to feel like this. It was supposed to be gross, feel bad in some way, unnatural. But in the end he could not stop it and the feeling had overwhelmed him, and for a moment, a wonderful moment, he had been glad to be there; to be there, with Wolfram.

That thought scared him more than anything. He had been in battle (sort of), been possessed by ancient evils, and had the whole of the world resting in his hands and those had been scary times, but he had help with those. He had not been alone, Conrad, Gwendal, and even Wolfram was there to help him, to lend aid and comfort. But in this he felt utterly alone, a shifting of reality that he was not sure he could take and it terrified him.

"It's about time you got up, Wimp," muttered Wolfram, snapping Yuuri out of his thoughts before they overwhelmed him. "You missed breakfast, so one of the maids brought some up for you," he said, pointing to a tray of egg's and something Yuuri decided to call bacon. "Günter should be up shortly to—"

"Wolfram," whispered Yuuri almost to low to hear cutting him off.

Yuuri watched as Wolfram fell silent and looked at him, his worry evident on his haggard face. The silence stretched on becoming more heavy and uncomfortable as Yuuri fought with himself, his internal struggle showing in the lines of his features. In the end, the battle came to a standstill as Yuuri looked away from Wolfram, not knowing what to say so settling for silence. He became aware of his need for a wash when he saw the unnatural way his pants hung and bunched together; his mind seized upon it as it searched for any way to escape this stillness.

He slowly and heavily stood and started to walk past Wolfram towards the Maou's bath, not daring to look at the blond prince in his confusion, but Wolfram caught his hand in much the same way as Yuuri had caught his the night before. "Stay Please" resounded though his head and an unusual warmth spread from Wolfram's touch. Yuuri drew a quick breath and despite everything his heart leapt...or stopped altogether.

"Yuuri," Wolfram said in a soft voice, the pain and uncertainty apparent in his tone.

Yuuri's mind raced for a reply to the unspoken thought, though the question was never truly asked. But before the silence could grow or be broached again, the door to the Maou's chamber swung open with a grand gesture.

"Your Majesty!" rang Günter, sweeping through the door. "Oh, Your Majesty, I have failed you! To let you catch such a bug and become ill is unacceptable. Please forgive me for my failure!"

Wolfram quickly released the Maou's hand as Yuuri took an involuntary step back under the onslaught of Günter's pleading.

"Günter!" Wolfram yelled standing from his seat, "Haven't you heard of knocking?! You can't just barge into the Maou's chambers like that!"

"But it's my duty to prepare His Majesty for the..." cut in the former model, but Wolfram would not be stopped so easily. Lighting a fire in his fist, he punctuated his words with it's glow, "Günter...get...out...NOW!" Walking forward, he practically chased the fleeing Günter from the chamber, releasing the flame only after shutting the heavy oak doors again. After releasing the fire he turned around, now ready to face Yuuri again, but the chamber as big as it was, was empty. The Wimp had made his escape to the heated baths.

Facing the empty room, Wolfram looked down at the lush carpet, and fighting the tears that seemed to ever be at the ready lately, he said what he had been try to get out earlier when he had snatched his fiancé's hand,

"Yuuri, I'm sorry..."

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Next chapter comming soon! What was Gunter trying to prepar the Moah for