So what is this? My third revamping of this series? Probably. I'll be doing this for a while, so deal with it. I'm never quite satisfied with the stories and I always feel the need to change them.

MOVING ALONG, I really do want to continue this story. Mainly because Kisa Sohma Cookie is making her own yaoi story and I feel left out. If you like Yugioh, and by Yugioh I mean JoeyXKaiba, then go check out her story. Am I advertising? Yes. Is it working? I hope so

Onwith the story of Kyou Kara Maoh!

Disclaimer: I, in no way shape or form, own Kyou Kara Maoh.

Playground Days

You are nobody until somebody loves you, isn't that a line from a song somewhere? If this is true, then Yuuri is a nobody. Yes, his mother loves him, a little too much in the sense that she used to dress him up as a girl. Yes, his brother loves him, in a brother complex creepy-but-not-really sort of way. Yes, his father loves him… in a fatherly way. And his friend Murata does. Or maybe he just likes to annoy him. Yuuri never quite figured him out. In all the 16 years of his life, though, he's never had a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. But he didn't want a boyfriend, right?

"Another girl break your heart, Shibuya?" Murata taunted him as the school bell rang ending Friday H period. It was a fact that the period before this, Yuuri asked the cutest girl in school, Sara, to a date. Numerous guys have already tried at failed at this, so Yuuri did not know why he worked up his courage to ask her. As was expected, she declined. And by decline, she slapped him, called him a stalker, and then stepped on his foot and huffed away annoyed that people kept asking her out when she clearly did not want to go out with them.

"Oh, shut up, Murata," Yuuri sighed, nearly slamming his head on his desk, only his hands broke the fall, "I don't wanna talk about it." Murata shrugged and dragged his friend up and out of his seat. Class was over; no need to stay any longer in school than necessary. The two walked home together, both wishing they had a girlfriend next to them instead of each other. Since this wasn't possible, the only solution was to comfort each other. Since Yuuri was dumped today, it was Murata's turn.

"It's okay, you know? There are other fishies in the pond," Murata tried.

"Fishies like her?" He retorted, not ready to be happy just yet.

"You know, it's debatable whether Sara is a girl. There are the rumors that she is actually a man in disguise." Yuuri blanched at this comment. Everyone knew the rumors about Sara that maybe the reason she declined every guy who asked her out was because she was a guy. But then, what did it really matter if Sara was a boy or girl? She/he was still really pretty. When Yuuri voiced this thought to his friend, he nearly doubled over laughing.

"If you're thinking like that, you might be gay," Murata claimed in his fits.

"I am not!" Yuuri defended, having fallen in love with numerous blonde haired girls. So what was that thought he just had about Sara? Was he just superficial and only went for a person's looks? Yuuri shook his head trying to empty his mind. Thoughts are too complicated; they end up circling in on themselves and making less sense than the beginning.

"I know what you're thinking, and you're probably not superficial," Murata read his friend's face all too well sometimes. It was sort of creepy.

"So then what is it?" Yuuri asked in frustration, running a hand through his black hair. Murata thoughtfully put his finger to his chin.

"I was being serious before you know. Maybe the reason you haven't had a girlfriend is because you actually want a boyfriend. Don't give me that look, Shibuya, I'm not talking about me!" Murata waved his arms in denial as Yuuri gave him the creepiest look he could muster clearly stating you-must-be-joking-if-I'm-going-to-go-out-with-you. Yuuri sighed in defeat.

"So I could be gay?" Yuuri asked himself. Murata shrugged, forgetting that he was supposed to be helping Yuuri feel better.

"Why not try it? Finding a boyfriend that is. Who knows, you may end up liking it. Or if you hate it, you can put these feelings to rest."

"Sometimes, I wonder if we're from the same planet," Yuuri said, looking at his teenage friend spouting the wisdom of many years. Murata laughed and said that he had to go home. Unless Yuuri's mom was making curry tonight in which case he was gate-crashing Yuuri's house. Yuuri declined, and he began the trek home, thoughts circling in his head.

"So, I might be gay…? ARGH!"

Wolfram was finishing up his last modeling job of the day. He scarcely remembered how he got into this job. Something about his mother dressing him up like a girl all the time and being scouted dressed up as a girl, so now he modeled… as a girl. He so badly wanted to curse his mother.

"I am a boy, dammit!" Wolfram protested in the staff room, throwing another of his tantrums, "I don't want to dress up like a girl anymore! I'll model as a male if you want, but stop putting me in girl's clothes!" Maybe now they'd listen. Yeah, good joke.

"But Wolfie, darling," his mother, Celi, who was also his manager responded, "The public loves you. And besides, we stopped putting you in dresses a long time ago." That was another good joke. His mother's idea of a long time ago was five weeks. It was when they put him in a yellow sundress for a beach scene. Oh, the agony.

"Mother, I could care less what kind of girl's clothes they are. So long as they are girl's clothes, I will not wear them!" Wolfram stated, hoping it'd work this time. And it would work if his mother didn't cry. Oh no, here come the tears.

"But, Wolfie, dear," Celi cried, clinging onto her son's arm for dear life, "if you don't do this, Mama will have to get married again and have a baby girl because I always wanted a baby girl to dress up, and love, and sing songs to…" Wolfram had heard the whole nine yards more times than any fifteen year old should bear. His mother never had a daughter, and so to replace this, she used her youngest son as her daughter. Joy.

"Yes, I know mother, but I still-" Wolfram tried to explain, but his mother's puppy dog eyes were too much. Yes, a grown woman could use puppy dog eyes and still be effective. It just happened, much to Wolfram's resentment.

"Fine," Wolfram gave in.

"Oh, yay!" Celi cheered, "Now, put on this jean skirt, and ooh! How about the red blouse over there. Yes, that will look lovely with your blonde curls." Wolfram sighed. He was never going to get out of this.

Still, maybe he could escape for a little while. He was currently shooting in Japan, and maybe he could sneak out for a bit to do some sightseeing. Just a little break wouldn't kill him, right? He'd tell his older brother, Conrad, where he was going, but tell him to keep it a secret as he usually does. As long as someone knew where he was, it was fine.

This established, he snuck out of the dressing room, found his clothes, changed, texted Conrad what his plans were, and was ready to explore Japan. Sounded like a good idea, right?

"Thanks for the meal," Yuuri said, clapping his hands together and leaving the table.

"Wasn't the curry especially delicious tonight, Yuu-chan? I tried out a new recipe and I thought it went really well," Miko, Yuuri's mother, asked, proud of her new recipe. Yuuri laughed a little saying it was delicious. So he lied to Murata. He just wanted some time to himself without watching his best friend being buddy-buddy with his mom. It was odd and unsettling how well they got along.

"I'm going to take a walk, okay Mom?" Yuuri asked, already getting his shoes and jacket on. Miko looked over from the kitchen, still holding a spoon in her hand.

"Okay, but always be nice to strangers, who never know who you might meet! And call me Mama, Yuu-chan!" the boy's mother called out as he left. He nodded; her advice always seemed to come in handy later somehow.

Yuuri had little idea of where he was walking. He had the thought that he wanted to find a quiet place, away from his energetic mother and doting older brother. Honestly, he loved his family, but there was only so much a teenage boy could handle!

He sighed, thinking about the time he and his brother were playing hide and seek. They always played in the playground at the park down the road because there were so many places to hide. Yuuri was supposed to find Shori, who always in a somewhat obvious place, so as not to worry his brother. Yuuri would always hide in the most convoluted of places where Shori would never find him.

There was a time when Yuuri was gone for two hours. His brother nearly had a panic attack from not being able to find him. In fact, Yuuri had met a blonde girl and they played in the sandbox. The sandbox was hidden by bushes, so unless you looked for it you would never find it. Yuuri and the girl built a sandcastle there and pretended to be a prince and princess and get married. This might explain why he liked blonde girls so much. Yuuri laughed now thinking back on how silly it was.

"Why can't I find a girl like that?" He sighed, willing her to come back into his life. He can't even remember the girl's name. It was a foreigner, he could tell that much by the hair color and the blue (or were they green?) eyes.

His feet led him to that playground, though no one else was there. It's not like he was expecting to find the girl from his memories or anything, it was just that the emptiness of it was depressing. Playgrounds were supposed to be fun, right?

Thinking like this, Yuuri plopped himself on the nearest swing, and tried to touch the sky. He remembered how it was when he was younger; the sky was so close and yet so far. That maybe if he reached his fingers a little bit farther he could touch it. Yeah, right. He's not a child anymore; he knows that he could never touch the sky.

"What are you trying to do, fly?" a voice knocked Yuuri out of his reverie. Slamming his heels into the sand, he came to a quick stop and looked at the source of the voice.

Standing in front of him was an indignant blonde with their hands on their hips. At first, Yuuri thought that it was a female, but the pissed off look and piercing glare told him otherwise. Yuuri had to admit, though, he was pretty enough to pass as a girl. If he acted a little more feminine, Yuuri might have been completely fooled. Wait, was he wearing lipstick?

"Hey, wimp, are you listening?" the voice called out again. Better answer him.

"Um, yeah! Sorry, I have a lot on my mind right now, so I'm not really paying too much attention to anything," Yuuri explained clumsily with a small laugh. What the heck was he getting all flustered for? This was a boy, A BOY. He is not some silly teenage girl like the giggly ones that sit in the back of his class and gossip about all the boys. Yes, boys have ears, an astonishing fact for most girls.

"Yeah," the blonde sighed, taking him out of his thoughts, "I know what you mean. Mind if I sit down, too?" he asked. Yuuri gave a half nod and he sat down on the left adjacent swing.

Taking a closer look, the boy looked really lonely. His curly blonde hair covered his face, and his emerald eyes, they were emerald, seemed depressed. Maybe he and Yuuri had more in common than originally thought. Oh wait, he forgot something.

"My name's Shibuya Yuuri, Harajuku Fuuri, no wait. Just call me Yuuri, okay?" Yuuri reached out his hand for a hand shake. The blond seemed a little confused at the joke on his name, but laughed a little and shook his hand.

"Wolfram von Bielefeld. My name doesn't have a pun attached to it," he half apologized, half mocked. Yuuri laughed nervously before continuing.

"Blame my mother. She's the one who gave it to me. Actually, it was a fencer she met on a taxi drive to the hospital. He gave her the name and she kept it. I don't know if she ever found out his name, though. She says he was handsome," Yuri rambled on, hoping that Wolfram (a foreigner?) would eventually find something to relate to and make him shut up.

"My brother's a fencer," Wolfram piped up, to Yuuri's relief, "he travels the world with me a lot. I don't know if he's ever been to Japan, though. I wouldn't doubt it if he's been here many times before." The two had absently begun swinging as their conversation continued on.

"You travel the world? That sounds so cool! I've only been to America a few times to watch baseball while my dad was on business. I've always wanted to visit Europe, though. It seems like a cool place," Yuuri rambled as he swung higher and higher.

"Yeah, it is," the blonde admitted, lost in thought. The black haired boy looked over as he spoke, watching his expression change as memories flooded through.

The first was a look of sadness, probably remembering something bitter about his life. Next, he half laughed, a fun memory that one always likes to have pop up every once in a while. Then, he lifted his face and looked around at the playground. His expression was unreadable. Yuuri could not tell if he was happy or sad, wait, he got it. Nostalgic. It was the look a mother gets watching over her child, or the feeling of coming home. Abruptly, his look changed to anger, and he swung more violently.

"What's wrong?" Yuuri asked, slowly down a little. The blonde threw him a small glare, before seeing the concerned look on his face. Remembering where he was, he sighed a little and calmed down.

"It's nothing."

"Like I'll believe that," Yuuri scoffed. The blonde continued to stare at him, as if debating whether to let out a secret. His face scrunched up, and he looked at his apparently interesting feet with determination.

"Actually, I came here today to escape my mother," Wolfram admitted, beginning to swing a little more. Yuuri imagined the worse and he almost got out of his seat.

"Wh-Why? Is she abusive or something?" Yuuri questioned, obviously worried his new friend might be an example of abuse. Yuuri went through a list of things his mother told him, trying to see if there was something that could help in this situation.

"N-No! Not at all, nothing like that," Wolfram shook his head and put his arms up. It seemed to work and Yuuri stopped struggling for an answer, "She… likes to dress me up as a girl. For modeling of all things."

Yuuri knew all too well the horrors of being dressed up like a girl. His own mother dressed him up like a girl until he was six and discovered baseball. With her father and son against her, Jennifer had to admit defeat. She never did stop trying, though. Wait, a model?

"You're a model?" Yuuri exclaimed, nearly falling out of his swing. Both boys had stopped swinging now, and just sat there. Talking contented them enough. Wolfram laughed a little at Yuuri's outburst. Correction, he laughed a lot.

"You're such a wimp for almost falling off like that!" Wolfram could not stop laughing.

After Yuuri regained his balance, his fighting spirit kicked in. He had no idea why, but whenever he got emotional, he suddenly got amazing. Unfortunately, he rarely got emotional. This time, though, he had a good idea.

"Wanna see who can jump the farthest off the swings?" Yuuri challenged the blonde. Wolfram stopped laughing and smirked, accepting the match.

So began the fight. Pumping their legs, each teenager tried their hardest to go as high as they could. Yuuri loved this feeling, this sensation of weightlessness. He felt that the second he let go, he could fly. As if when he jumped off, he would never touch the ground and stay in flight, soaring over the jungle gym, and the seesaw, and the houses around them.

"Here I go!" Yuuri called out, jumping into the air. He stayed airborne for a second, before the laws of physics started applying. Stupid gravity. Yuuri hit the ground with a thunk a few yards away from the swings. An impressive distance.

Wolfram was not one to be outmatched, though. He had something to prove. He was a boy, not a girl, and he should be able to beat a wimp he just met. A kid with looks like that can't also be good at jumping, right?

However, something happened when Wolfram jumped. The belt he put on hastily snagged the chain of the swing. So instead of going forward, he went off to the right side, into Yuuri's path. As if the stupid wimp would have reflexes, Wolfram thought bitterly. He imagined the two of them crashing into each other, unconscious.

Yuuri surprised him, though. Purely on reflex, the black haired boy swiveled kneeling, and caught Wolfram as he landed. Granted, the two went toppling backwards, twisting Yuuri's leg backwards, but he held his arms around him nonetheless. Wolfram had closed his eyes, expecting the darkness to close in, but he opened them to a different darkness. Yuuri's black eyes.

"Hehe, I caught you," Yuuri teased, much to the blonde's annoyance. He pushed himself off, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. He did not like the idea of being saved by a wimp. Maybe he was more than a wimp, though. Just maybe.

Yuuri hoisted himself up as well, and brushed off his pants, thinking about how mad his mother will be that there are more stains on his clothes. He would deal with that later, though. Right now, he has a blonde with hurt pride pouting in front of him. Yuuri was a sucker for guilt trips and he knew he had to make it up to him.

This is when he remembered the blonde girl from when he was young. For two hours they played in the sandbox together, but he was beginning to remember when they played tag the next day. They actually met each other at the playground everyday for a week before the girl stopped coming. Tag was an especially fun game, and they played for hours during that one week.

"Tag, you're it," Yuuri reached over and tapped Wolfram's shoulder before he sprinted off into the maze of a jungle gym. Wolfram's fighting spirit rejuvenated, he chased after his prey.

The jungle gym seemed a lot smaller than what Yuuri remembered, but he found it just as enjoyable. He raced through tunnels, across bridges, down slides, as the blonde chased after him. Both boys were just as fast as the other, so it seemed like neither side would win.

The stunts got more dramatic, too. Instead of the traditional sliding down the slide, Yuuri practically jumped the thing. Not to be outdone, Wolfram copied it. No longer were the tunnels crawled though, Yuuri walked on top of them. The sun set as the two raced around, never getting anywhere, but having fun all the same.

Then Yuuri came to the monkey bars. For a while, he had avoided them; he was never too good at them. Still, one wrong turn and he faced them. Sparing a quick look back, he knew he had to traverse them or be caught. He put his right hand on one, then the left. As he reached for the fifth one, his hand slipped a little. It was all Wolfram needed to catch him. He grabbed the second one with his left hand, and swung Tarzan style into Yuuri, knocking both of them to the ground.

"Ha, I got caught you," Wolfram stated, collapsed and unwilling to move. Both had been running nonstop for twenty minutes or so, and neither wanted to run any longer. Both just laid there panting. Wolfram rested his head on Yuuri's back, and just listened as their breathing calmed down. It was about then that Yuuri's brain registered Wolfram's statement.

"Yeah, you caught me. You want a prize or something?" Yuuri laughed, thinking it was a pretty funny joke. Wolfram apparently took it seriously, lifting his head, and putting his mouth next to Yuuri's ear like a little kid.

"I get a prize?" Wolfram asked, totally unaware that Yuuri meant it as a joke. Yuuri hated to see him go all pouty again, so he decided to play along with it. Maybe he wanted an ice cream or something as a prize. He had about four dollars in his pocket plus change. He could afford an ice cream.

"Yeah, sure. A prize. Do you want ice cream?" Yuuri rolled over onto his back to face Wolfram, who looked so sexy panting as he was. He wondered what it would be like to…Wait, what? Since when were these his thoughts? He was a boy! A BOY! Not some prissy girl who fell for foreign guys with blonde hair, and a little attitude, and looked so damn good…

"No, not really," Wolfram responded, taking Yuuri's attention off his own trailing thoughts and onto him. Yuuri could not help but stare at Wolfram, noticing his eyes shining against the fading light, and the sun setting in the background. He was straddling Yuuri, but neither one wanted to disrupt the serene setting. All they did for a moment was stare at the other, trying to grasp their thoughts. Since when did picture perfect moments like this happen in his life?

"Then, what?" Yuuri asked. Wolfram put a finger thoughtfully to his chin. The wait was killing Yuuri. He needed to know the answer.

"Hm, how about a kiss?" Wolfram stated. Yuuri was not caught off guard, but he was surprised at the directness. And the fact that Wolfram now leaned in to kiss him. Yes, kiss him. Yuuri wasn't about to lie to himself either; Wolfram was a good kisser.

Yuuri could feel the heat transfer from Wolframs lips, full of passion to his own. It sent a tingling sensation down his spine, to his fingertips, craving more. He had lost control of his motions when his fingers responded on their own to the passion. His hands moved, finding the nape of the blonde's neck and clasping there.

It felt so blissful. Yuuri was still unsure if he liked the blonde male or if he was gay or of anything, save one. He had one solid fact coursing through his mind, no his body. This felt right.

So it felt so wrong when Wolfram stopped and the two stared at each other for a second. Wolfram seemed to have just come to his senses about the time and place, and realized his mother would be worried sick. He got up and helped Yuuri to his feet as well.

Neither wanted things to end like this. After a moment like that, after a kiss so breathtaking, there was no way to cut ties here. Still, Wolfram had to go. He turned heel and left, saying nothing. Yuuri probably didn't even like it; he seemed like a regular high school guy, not someone who could love him. This is the only thought he had walking away from the playground like he did before. The damn kid probably didn't realize who he was, but c'est la vie.

"Wait," Yuuri called out, causing Wolfram to stop, "Will you meet me here again, tomorrow? For old times' sake?" Wolfram almost turned right around and jumped the foolish guy.

"Yeah, same time tomorrow, eh?" Wolfram called out, putting a hand up. He tried to fight the tears of happiness, but he just couldn't. He could be a man and let them fall, why not? After all, the wimpy kid remembered him. He remembered the playground days.

I still get giggly when I read my own story, is that odd? I forget that I wrote this. Ah well, I hope everyone enjoyed it!

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