AN: This is my first time writing in like a year so please excuse the suckiness.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou.
In the Beginning
The first time Yuuri began seeing Wolfram in a new light he was walking past the practice yard where the later was exercising with some of his men. Yuuri could not help but stare at the shirtless, sweat drenched blond as he parried with the others, weaving and dodging as if performing an intricate dance. Completely mesmerized by the sight, Yuuri, failing to register it opening in front of him, walked right into a door and broke his nose.
The first time Yuuri told Wolfram that story he was trying to distract him from the swaying and bobbing of the ship they were currently traveling on. Wolfram laughed so hard that he threw up all over Yuuri's lap. And as he looked at the lumpy multi-colored mess on his pants and the pale green Wolfram beside him, Yuuri wondered if what he saw that day had been a daydream.