Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maou, this story is purely for my own amusement. I dun own the character, and I dun own the settings, hell I don't own anything you recognise even slightly. Please don't sue.

Summary: Yuuri's Mama always exclaim that boys are so boring, more fixated in getting dirty playing baseball than staying adorable and cute and letting her dress them up in dresses and frills. But what if Yuuri wasn't 'boringly boyish'?

AN: Er, dunno really what to say, just tell me what'cha think?

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Prologue: The Beginning.

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Six year old Shibuya Yuuri ran up to his mother and threw his arms around her legs, grinning up at her.

''Mama, mama! Can we play together? Pleeeease?'' Shibuya Miko giggled and swept her son up in her arms, pecking him on one cheek.

''Of course Yuu-chan, your mama would absolutely love to play with you, what do you want to play?'' Yuuri shone like a little sun and threw his arms around her neck.

''I wanna bake together with you mama!" Big black eyes surrounded by black eyelashes twinkled happily at her and Miko's heart melted and she tightened the hug around her absolutely adorable little son.

"Those chocolate cookies we made together last time were really really really yummy!'' Miko squealed and squeezed her little sun, smiling radiantly down at him.

''That sounds like a great idea Yuu-chan! Do you want to make the chocolate cookies again or do you want to make something else?'' Yuuri pondered cutely for a moment, his face scrunched up delicately in thought. Then his face shone up again.

''I know, we can bake a cake! With strawberries and cream and chocolate and all kinds of yummy things!'' Miko laughed and carried her son towards the kitchen.

''That sounds like a wonderful idea, you get the big cookbook -you know the one I mean, the big purple one?- and I'll start pulling out the utensils we might need.'' She sat him down on the floor and he immediately ran towards the small shelf in the corner of the kitchen containing the cookbooks, and pulled out the big cookbook, the title saying 'One hundred different recipes of Cakes and Confectionery' and ran towards his mother, the big cookbook pressed towards his chest, and the two started pouring over the book, heads pressed together and giggling slightly, looking for a cake recipe that both looked and sounded yummy.

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Shibuya Shoma wearily opened the door to his home after an long day at work, calling out a low, ''I'm home!'' and hanging up his jacket, putting his briefcase down and slipping his shoes off. He heard laughter coming from the kitchen and smiled as he heard the voice of his young son calling out.

''Daddy! Welcome home!'' He finished slipping his jacket home and heard the excited footsteps of his son running towards him, and he turned towards the sound and grinned, looking down.

''I'm home,Yuuri-'' and froze.

There, with wide black eyes blinking cutely up at him, a streak of flour across his cheek, his hair done up in pigtails and wearing a small pink frilly apron stood his son.

His supposed to be boyish little son, looked nothing less than an absolutely adorable little girl.

He staggered back a few feet and turned his shocked eyes to his humming wife as she swept into the hallway, looking ecstatic and wearing a matching frilly pink apron, a bowl filled with what looked like chocolate batter in her arms.

''H-honey? I though we had agreed that you would quit dressing Yuuri up?'' His wife turned bright, sparkly eyes towards him and he gulped.

''But honey, Yuuri wanted to! He picked out the apron himself and asked me if I could do the pigtails on him, you know dear he can't really get them completely straight yet.'' She swept Yuuri up an a hug and clutched him tightly to his chest. "Isn't he just absolutely adorable!" She squealed, and Yuuri giggled, turning large black eyes to his father.

''Look daddy! '' He said squirming out of from his mother grasp with some difficultly as she was reluctant to let her cute son go, and twirled around once he was safely on the floor, beaming at his father.

''Do I look pwetty?'' He said, giggling and looking up at him with those huge dark eyes. His father wavered for a while, stuck between the fact that his son looked completely adorable in pink frills and pigtails, and the fact that no boy should really be looking that adorable, but at the sight of his beloved wife starting to glare at him and those large black orbs staring expectantly up at him, he gave in and patted his son the head, smiling down at him.

''You're really, really pretty my son.'' He said , but he couldn't help but add, ''But, it's not exactly what boys are supposed to wear...'' His son looked at him curiously.

''It isn't?'' Yuuri's dad looked back at him hesitantly.

''Well... No... Not really.. These are really more girls clothes...'' Yuuri blinked.

''Girls like Mama?'' Shoma blinked, startled.

"Well yes.." He said hesitantly, and Yuuri beamed.

"Great! I wanna look like Mama, she's so pwetty and wond'rful!" Shoma decided to give up as his beloved wife let out a joyful shriek that probably scared more than a few dogs in the neighbourhood and scooped his son up and danced around with him in her arms, babbling about how amazing and wonderful and adorable Yuuri is and how he isn't as boring as his brother- not that she don't love him of course but boys are just so boring- and say did Yuuri feel like trying on some more outfits? He shook his head as his young adorable son reminded his gleeful mother that they were baking cookies and cakes right now, but that they could always try on some 'pwetty' clothes later and could mama please teach him how to fix his own pigtails later?

The demon kindgom was certainly going to have one interesting Maou once Yuuri became old enough. Of course this wanting to be 'as pretty as mama' could always just be a faze, but as he looked over mother and son excitedly babbling together about clothes and cakes, heading towards the kitchen to finish up whatever they were working on, he doubted his Jennifer would ever let it be 'just a faze'.

She already had one boringly boyish boy (Shouri had refused everything to do with dresses and cutesy stuff once he was aware enough to know just what those garishly coloured things his mother constantly tried to dress him in were.) and one boyish boy that was quite enough according to her.

One thing was sure, Shoma though with an amused glance at his excited wife, the demon kingdom were never going to know what hit it.