Three years had passed since the young Yuri Shibuya entered the demon world. Now the eighteen year old demon king had, with the help of his friends, begun to change the world. The boarder between humans and demons was slowly diminishing as the king stepped in to take care of any evil. The world was reaching agreements and that left the young king with time to deal with personal affairs.

Yuri was used to the piles of work, although he often sneaked out and would train with Conrad. A few times he played with Greta, which Gwendal could not entirely bring himself to say no to the father-daughter time between them. But what bothered the eldest brother the most was that the ruler of the demon kingdom would sneak out and go missing for hours. It was obvious to everyone what he was doing because several guards and maids had caught him before. The king, youthful and free, would sneak out with his newlywed husband on various occasions. The older brother had refused to think about what the two might be doing.

Yuri and Wolfram, however, knew fully well what they were doing. Ever since the marriage they would sneak around to add excitement. They had found a small piece of land in the forest where they could hide away. And there they would lay in the grass hand in hand. They would talk, sleep, or just lay there. They never took this time to perform any marital acts it was more designed to set them free.

The couple had grown in the years. Not so much physically as they did emotionally. Their bond reached new levels. Yuri had kept their relationship on a conservative level. He kept the public displays of affection to a minimum and only allowed a small kiss in when he felt it was right. Wolfram however would indulge on his king. He didn't care who would be around before letting his instincts take control. Unlike his better half who was polite and shy, Wolfram took after his mother when it came to love. But the two matched for each other. Water and fire side by side for the rest of their lives. A balanced combination. And laying in the grass alone was one of their many ways of building their relationship into a stronger friendship.

"Yuri," Wolfram was the first to initiate conversation today, "I want to go to your home."

Yuri sat up.

Wolfram continued, "With Greta. As a family." a slight blush was on his cheeks.

Yuri knew exactly what the fire demon wanted: a vacation. He wanted one too and thinking about home made him crave his mom's curry. He nodded with a smile on his face. "Great idea! My mom has been wanting to meet Greta for some time now."

And the two got up to present their request to the people of the castle. And after a debate they were finally allowed to go to the king's homeland called Japan. The couple made plans to stay for a week which would probably count for a month's worth of ruling and paperwork. But that was just a safe judgement call. They got Greta, said their goodbyes, and headed for the temple to depart.

A wave poured out of the bathtub as the little family made their way into the Shibuya household. The house smelled of home to Yuri which brought a smile to his face. The door opened and in came the enthusiastic Miko with a ladle in her hand. She quickly tossed that aside and hugged her son to welcome him home.

"Mom," he awkwardly pulled away from her grip, "Thus is Greta." He introduced his now teenage daughter.

She had grown in the past three years. Her brown curls reached the middle of her back and hued body had grown out of the awkward stages of puberty. She was maturing gracefully and looked more like her mother as the years passed.

Miko's face lit up with pure joy. "I have the perfect clothes for you! Good thing you're the same size as Yuri was." And she ran out the door to get her granddaughter clothes.

Yuri stepped out of the tub telling Greta to wait for his mom to return while he helped Wolfram get an outfit.

The three sat at the dinner table in their earth-wear. Greta wore a pink and white dress that frilled out at the end. Her knee high socks matched with little pink bows on the sides of them. Wolfram had on a white shirt with blue sleeves and cargo pants that were a size too big. And Yuri sat comfortably in his casual grey shorts and navy blue T-shirt. The three we're indulging on their home cooked meal.

Miko sat down and smiled at her granddaughter, "Is it good?"

Greta's excitement couldn't be hidden, "Yes! Thank you very much. And thank you for allowing me here, ma'am."

"Mama," Miko corrected and allowed Greta to repeat, "you're so kind."

"Yuri told me that I should show respect to everyone, Mama."

Wolfram smiled at his husband, "Yes, Mama, Yuri is a wonderful father."

Yuri finished his plate before standing in embarrassment. He cleaned up after himself and sat on the couch.

His father walked in and greeted everyone before setting eyes on Greta.

"Dad, this is my daughter, Greta." Yuri stated.

Shouma stood frozen in the doorway. "No one told me… how did you?" The older man was in complete shock. He observed the young girl sitting at the table and didn't seem to resemble his son. But how did two boys have a child together? And how long ago was it?

Yuri quickly stood up and waved all of his father thoughts away, "Adopted! I adopted her!"

Shouma smiled, "Oh, nice to meet you. I see Yuri's old clothes came to use."

Wolfram smiled, "Welcome home father."

Shouma turned to the fire demon who was now his son-in-law and was about to speak when Yuri interrupted.

"Hey, Mom, do you want to spend time with Greta tomorrow? Wolf and I are gonna go out."

"We are?" Wolfram was taken by surprise.

Yuri grinned, "We're going on a date."