Author's Note: Greetings! This is my third Kyo kara Maoh fanfic and for the second time, it's featuring the Yuuri/Wolfram pairing. I will really appreciate your support! I hope you'll enjoy this story.
P.S. There are several things I need to clarify. First of all, Yuuri is a girl in this fanfic. And this is in an alternate universe where the other world does not exist. I'm merely borrowing the name 'Shin Makoku' to be used as the university's name. And finally, this story is based in modern day Japan.
Chapter 1: The Rule
Yuuri's POV
"University is nothing like High School. But I'm sure you'll do well, Yu-chan!"
That was what my mother said a month ago on the day I left home for university. Since the university I went to was in central Tokyo and my family lived in Saitama, I had no choice but to move into the university's dormitory.
My mother was reluctant to let me go at first, but I managed to persuade her at the end. And the fact that my best friend, Murata Ken, was also going to live in the dormitory had helped me convinced my mother that I was going to be alright. Moreover, my older brother, Shori Shibuya, was a third year university student at the same university.
There was almost no reason for my mother to be worried about me.
I knew that university was going to be tough but at least I wasn't alone. I was relieved when I found out that Murata was going to the same university as me. He was way smarter than I was so I thought he might go overseas or something. But he told me he wasn't interested in leaving Japan.
And that was how the two of us ended up in Japan's best university; University of Shin Makoku.
Even though both of us weren't in the same faculties, we got to meet each other quite often. Murata was in the faculty of law while I was taking science.
Everyone around me, including my parents, was shocked when they found out I managed to get into the University of Shin Makoku. I studied really hard for the entrance exam for a long period of time. However, to be honest, I wasn't very confident. Studying wasn't my forte and I was never an exceptionally intelligent person. But I made it into my dream university and I could not be any happier.
On the other hand, nobody was surprised to find out that Murata got first place for the entrance examination. Of course, he was awarded a scholarship for his achievement. Even though I had known him since junior high school, I was still wondering why he was so smart.
I guessed he was born with that gift.
I was in my room in the dormitory, combing my long black hair after I took a shower. I got a whole room for myself and I was pleased with it in generally. It wasn't a very big room but there was enough space to breath at least. There was a queen sized bed in the middle and there was a window behind it. The wardrobe was on the left side of the room and the desk was beside it. And on the right side of the room, there was a door which led to my personal bathroom.
Overall, the whole room was cozy and I couldn't ask for more.
It was 10 AM on Wednesday and I decided to head over to the library to study. I had no classes on Wednesdays and for someone like me who wasn't a genius like Murata, I would use the time to study.
I put on a black top and white skirt before leaving my room to start the day.
A smile crossed my face when I felt the soft breeze touching my face. The air was filled with the smell of nature and it made everything seemed peaceful. I stopped on my tracks and looked up at the blue skies above me. I watched as the white clouds floated slowly through the clear skies. I almost giggled when I spotted a cloud that was shaped like a rabbit.
I stopped admiring the fluffy clouds when I heard someone calling out my name.
"What are you doing staring at the sky like that, Yuuri?"
My startled expression was replaced by a wide grin when I saw who it was. It was no other than the university's male baseball team's captain, Conrad Weller. He was older than me and was already in his third year of university. I had met him in my first day here, when I visited the baseball team's booth to sign up for the team. He was there, along with the female baseball team's captain and some other senior members.
My first impression of him was perfect. Not only was he good-looking, he was really friendly and nice as well. One could say that he was the perfect gentleman.
I was surprised at how well he spoke Japanese even though he was a foreigner. That was when he told me that he had been living in Japan for several years already so he was familiar with the language.
"Nothing, just admiring the beautiful weather."
There was something about Conrad that made me feel comfortable whenever I was around him. And contrary to what Murata believed, I did not have a crush on him. I liked him a lot but I was definitely not in a romantic way.
Conrad gave me his usual gentle smile, which could effortlessly melt a person's heart. Whenever he did that, I would unconsciously smile back too.
"Don't daydream too much or else you might bump into something. I have class so I'll get going first." Conrad walked over to me and ruffled my hair before leaving.
I watched his back disappearing from my sight as I fixed my slightly messed up hair. And that was when Murata chose to appear.
"Are you still denying that you like him, Shibuya?"
I rolled my eyes before turning towards my insistent best friend. I glared at him before assuring him for the hundredth time that I did not have feelings for Conrad.
"I do not like him that way, Murata. How many times must I say it until you believe me?"
Murata laughed and walked ahead, not bothering to wait for me. Wednesday was also Murata's free day and he would sometimes go to the library with me. I wondered why he still bothered to study with that brain of his. He could have as much fun as he wanted and still passed with flying colors.
He was Murata Ken, after all.
We were walking through a garden when Murata and I heard something from a nearby alley. We couldn't make out what sound was it and silently decided to check it out. And as we got closer, we could hear something solid falling onto the ground.
I quickened my pace, ignoring Murata who was asking me to slow down, and was shocked at what I saw at the alley. There were two reasons for that. Firstly, it was the fact that there was a man who was semi-conscious, clutching onto his stomach and whimpering in pain.
And the second reason was the man standing in front of the injured guy on the ground.
Needless to say, he was the most beautiful man I had ever laid my eyes on. His blonde hair appeared to be shining under the sunlight. His deep green eyes were absolutely gorgeous. I began to doubt that he was real.
Then a thought came across my mind.
"He must be that pretty boy everyone has been talking about."
For the past month here in the university, I had been hearing a lot of people talking about a blonde foreigner who was unbelievably beautiful. From what I heard, he was a first year student as well.
However, the words people used to describe him were clearly understatements.
As unbelievable and cheesy as it sounded, I just couldn't seem to begin to describe how attractive he was.
Was that even possible?
Wolfram's POV
I must have woken up from the wrong side of the bed or something because my mood had been foul ever since I opened my eyes.
And the bastard I had beaten up into a pulp chose to make my day worse. I had no idea why this person was drunk when it was barely 11 AM. But I could've just ignored it if he didn't purposely bump into me and chose to pick a fight.
If I was in a good mood, I would have walked away since he wasn't sober. But it was that guy's bad luck that I was badly in need of a punching bag. And he came at the right timing.
Just when I had given him the final punch on his gut and he had fallen onto the ground, I sensed someone's presence and snapped my head towards the intruder.
And what I saw made my eyes widened in surprise.
The girl's black hair was long and silky, something I had never laid eyes on. Her equally black eyes were simply mesmerizing. My eyes ran from her eyes to her toes, and I could see that she was curvy at all the right places.
She was beautiful.
She was panting slightly and I assumed she had just run a little. I saw her body tensing up when we made eye contact. We stayed silent for a few moments; none of us seemed to know what to do next.
All I could manage was staring back at her. I almost forgot I just had one of the worst mornings in my life.
The silent atmosphere was broken when another person came running towards the alley. He was adjusting his glasses as he tried to catch his breath. He placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, snapping her out of her daze.
And before her friend could say anything, her earlier blank expression was replaced by an angry one. Her eyebrows were furrowed and there was a frown on that pretty face of hers.
I crossed my arms in front of my chest and waited for her to speak up.
"What do you think you're doing beating up that guy like that?!"
Annoyance was evident in her tone and it made my eyebrow twitch in irritation. Even though she was pretty and all that, it didn't mean she got the rights to poke her nose into my business.
"It's none of your business." My cold tone made her flinch and in return, her glare intensified.
"I can't just walk away and pretend nothing happened when that man you had just beaten up is barely conscious!" She took a few steps towards me and stared right into my narrowed eyes.
I swore I had never met someone as nosy as this cute girl in front of me.
"Why did you hit him?" Her voice was demanding and I knew she wasn't going to leave me alone until I answered her.
"Because he annoyed me."
And from the horrified look she was giving me, I knew she wasn't happy with my answer.
"Just because of that, you beat him up as if he had injured your pet dog?!"
If I wasn't so consumed by anger, I would have pointed out how ridiculous her words were. How did a pet dog got dragged into this conversation?
"He pissed me off and I beat the crap out of him. It's as simple as that. Are you satisfied now?"
And the next thing that registered into my brain was a stinging pain on my left cheek.
Yuuri's POV
Pretty boy or not, he had to be taught a lesson.
His reason for hurting someone else was simply unacceptable! His arrogant tone had triggered intense anger inside me. Rage flowed throughout my body and before I could do anything to stop myself, I had done something I did not except I would.
I had slapped the blonde beauty on his left cheek.
I knew I had allowed my anger to control me and perhaps I shouldn't do what I did. But that man had infuriated me to the point that I could no longer contain the fury I felt.
I continued glaring at the man in front of me, whose eyes were wide in shock. He slowly brought his hand onto the cheek I had just slapped and all the while his eyes were fixated on me.
When he took a step forward, his eyes were glaring at me dangerously. If it weren't for the strong emotions swelling inside me, I would have shiver in fear.
I was caught off guard when a smirk suddenly appeared on his face. It had a tint of mockery and it confused me to no end.
Wasn't he supposed to be mad? Why did he appear to be amused?
"Did you know what you just did?" His tone was that of a person who was teasing another. I blinked several times, not understanding the situation at hand. I brought the anger back into my eyes before answering in a confident tone.
"I just slapped you."
His smirk grew wider, leaving me in complete confusion.
"Do you know what that means?"
I hung my head and narrowed my eyes suspiciously. What in the world was he talking about?
Just when I was about to ask him to make himself clear, Murata suddenly placed his hand on my shoulder. I snapped my head towards my best friend, who was giving me an odd look.
"You really shouldn't have done that, Shibuya."
"He deserves it!" I yelled, momentarily not caring if I had injured Murata's eardrums. My attention went back to the blonde when he spoke again.
"As for you, you deserve your new status."
"What nonsense are you talking about?!" Both the rude blonde and Murata were acting strange and I was getting tired of being so ignorant.
"From now on, you're my slave."
What?
I was gawking ungracefully, totally bewildered by that last word he had just said. Did he hit his head during his fight earlier? He looked perfectly fine though.
"I think you're out of your mind." My voice trailed off when I noticed the smug aura the blonde was giving out. He was deadly serious.
I turned to Murata for answers and he cleared his throat before telling me what I badly needed to know.
"It's the university's rule, Shibuya. If you slap a person on the left cheek, you'll become his or her slave. And if you break the rule, you'll be expelled."
"Please tell me you're joking." I muttered softly in disbelief and it felt like a rock had fallen onto my head when Murata shook his head. From the look in his eyes, I could see that my best friend was deadly serious as well.
While I was still trying to recover from my shock, I felt a hand grabbing onto my chin. It was no other than that arrogant blonde, who had forced me to look at him in the eyes.
"My name is Wolfram von Bielefelt. And I hope you won't forget your master's name."
With that said, he left without another word.
How was it possible for someone to remain so charismatic when he was in the middle of saying rather foul things?
"What had I gotten myself into?"
Wolfram's POV
"What have you gotten yourself into this time?"
I grunted in displeasure and huffed loudly. Once I had left the alley, I went straight to my older brother's room and barged into it. I saw a vein popping out of my older brother's forehead but he didn't comment on my intrusion.
I guessed he got used to it.
"I didn't do anything, Aniue."
"The bruises on your knuckles said otherwise."
My older brother, Gwendal von Voltaire, was a final year student in the University of Shin Makoku. He was known for his intelligence and achievements in his academics. Another thing he was known for were the scary faces he gave off all the time. I respected him a lot nevertheless.
And he was as sharp as usual to have noticed the blue marks on my knuckles.
"Someone pissed me off so I gave him a piece of my mind."
I saw another vein popping out on my brother's forehead and it made me step backwards in reflex. Just then, the door opened and I turned my head over my shoulder. It turned out to be Conrad and Josak.
Conrad was my second older brother and Josak was his classmate. They had known each other before entering university though and were really close. And somehow, I had sort of become friends with Josak as well.
"What did you do this time, little lord brat?"
"Why does everyone always assume it is my fault?!" I growled and crossed my arms in front of my chest. And why did people enjoy calling me with that nickname?
"So nothing interesting happened then?" Josak was grinning as he walked over to Gwendal to see what he was doing.
An image of the girl with black hair and eyes appeared in my mind and I found myself smirking at my own thought.
"Something interesting did happen though."
Three pairs of eyes were on me when I spoke. Gwendal was as expressionless as ever while Jozak was his usual goofy self. It was Conrad who urged me to continue.
"You seem unusually happy, Wolfram. Did something good happen?"
"I got myself a slave."
Before long, Gwendal's room was filled with Josak's loud shrieks, causing yet another vein to pop out of my older brother's wrinkled forehead.
Yuuri's POV
"Why is this happening to me?"
Naturally, I was no longer in the mood to head over to the library to study. I went back to my room in a very depressed state and Murata offered to keep me company.
He said I looked like I could turn into a zombie any time soon and he was worried.
When I had somewhat calmed down a little, I asked Murata to explain to me this so called ridiculous 'rule'.
"To be honest, I am not so sure about this rule's origins. But it is a legit rule that has been around for a very long time. I heard about it from a fellow Law student in my first week here. Apparently, the students here take this rule very seriously."
"But it's so silly! Would I really be expelled if I didn't follow this stupid rule?"
"Well, there was a girl last year who didn't obey the rule and she got expelled immediately."
Energy left my body when I heard Murata's words and I slumped onto my bed. I hung my head in defeat and was blankly staring on the floor.
"But I can't be expelled! I worked so hard to get into this university! And I am not planning to let all my efforts go down the drain because of an egoistic pretty boy!"
Murata tried to calm me down by patting my back and I allowed a loud sigh of frustration to escape me.
"I don't have much of a choice, do I?"
Murata nodded apologetically as a response to my question. I sighed one more time, louder than the one earlier, and hid my face with my hands.
"University is definitely different from High School. But right now, I'm not sure if I can do well, mother."
Author's Note: I really hope you guys liked chapter 1. Please leave a review on your way out! Reviews motivate me a whole lot and it helps me to know what the readers think of the story. Follow and favorites are highly appreciated as well! I promise I will update as fast as I could. Thank you for reading and see you in the next chapter!
