Okay, so the first chapter has been edited. I hope it's a whole lot better.

Author's Note: First Kyou Kara Maou story. Hooray! I'm so excited on this. I just really hope that I can finish it. I've abandoned so many fics, but I'll try my best to continue this one.

Summary: Wolfram loses his memories and sides with the enemy, determined to kill the Demon King. Yuuri, in return, is determined to bring back his fiancé and tell him what the blonde deserved to hear long time ago.

Chapter 1 – I'd Die For You

How could this have happened? If only he were stronger, smarter, better, he could have prevented this from happening. Everything was his fault. All of his selfishness and stupidity led to this.

Wolfram was not himself anymore. He was cold and vicious. He no longer had the fiery passion he possessed before-the one that was out of love. In the past few months, he killed without mercy and shed innocent blood just for sick pleasure.

The Demon King couldn't help blame himself for it. Now, here he was, face-to-face with his beloved fiancé. There was nothing romantic about it though. He held no sword nor shield to protect himself. He knew how much his blonde prince hated him, and he deserved it all. No matter how many punches and kicks he received, his heart was told him one thing-something he never thought he'd feel. He said nothing and didn't resist any of the burning fire being thrown at him.

"You'd die for them?" the blonde prince asked him, his eyes smoldering a violet haze. His hands were around the double black's neck, ready to burn him until nothing was left.

"You'd die for your precious kingdom and all your precious little soldiers? How pathetic."

Tears gently flowed down his eyes, not out of fear but out of something stronger. Why couldn't Wolfram understand? He never understood anything, everything he did. His heart was pounding too fast. All he could do was say what his heart told him to.

"No…not for them…" he choked out. "For you…only for you…"

At that moment, the fate of the Demon King was decided. How did this all start you ask? Well, it all started with one dark, stormy night.

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The moon and stars were nowhere in sight. The heavy rain was pounding on his already weakened form. Blood seeped through the cuts on his stomach, and he coughed up even more of it. Never had he fought anyone this hard. He was giving it his all, yet all of it was futile. He was wet, cold, and tired. His stamina was barely enough to continue fighting. He didn't expect anyone to come to his aid. Although, a small portion of his heart wished deeply that someone, anyone would come and save him, but he was a prince. He could take care of himself, and yet, here he was on the verge of fainting in the middle of a fight. Had it not been for this cloaked stranger, he wouldn't be in such a bad shape right now. His opponent was skilled beyond his own years. It was so shameful.

"Don't worry. I won't kill you," the stranger sneered. "I really wish I could, but sadly, my master wouldn't let me."

Again, their swords clashed. Wolfram could barely see the latter's face. The terrible rainfall was obscuring his view. Finally, he was at his limit, and the enemy got him hard. His body ached everywhere as he fell to the ground.

Then, realization hit him. No matter how hard he screamed and no matter how much he yelled for help, no one would help him. This was the end for him. Maybe it would be better this way. Yuuri wouldn't have to be bothered by him anymore. He could marry anyone he wanted. He'd be free. He wouldn't have a nagging fiancé that would get jealous and hold him back. Yes, it would definitely be better this way, but he couldn't help it. He loved the Demon King so much.

"Yuuri," he murmured as tears ran down his face. "Help me…"

The cloaked figure laughed and placed a calloused palm on the prince's chest. A green glow formed from his hand.

"Yuuri…Yuuri…" Wolfram continued to whisper. But the pressure on his chest was too painful, and he cried at the top of his lungs.

The Demon King thrashed in his bed. Where could Wolfram be? It was late, and the storm outside was vicious. It made him worry.

"Wolfram…" he whispered.

TBC

Author's Note: Should I continue? Please read and review. Thanks