Kyo Kara Maoh

Disclamer: I do not own any of these characters! They belong to the creators of Kyou Kara Maoh. But this story is mine .

Authors Notes: Okay, before you read you must understand that I have yet to see the whole series. I have seen up to episdoe 74 and thats it. I am losely basing this fic off the series ending (which I have only heard through other fan fictions and rumors posted on the internet, so don't take my idea as what really happens in the series!) But I twisted things around a little bit and came up with this idea. If you like it, than please read and review! If you don't like it, tell me what you didn't like and I'll gladly put that into considersation. This is my first fan fic for this series and not to mention I haven't written anything in about two years. So if it is a bit jumpy, I apologize. .

Open Heart

Chapter One

Wolfram sighed, peering out the window that stood next to his large oak desk. The gardens below taunted him with sweet release from his current duties at hand. He knew that he should get back to the paper work sitting in front of him, but today he didn't feel much like reading over hundreds of the same complaints. It was a beautiful mid-summer day, the sun was hidden behind a light overcast and a cool breeze swept through the green trees which seemed to be motioning for the young prince to join them.

Turning away from the temptation, Wolfram went back to the piles of paperwork that needed to be sorted through. Growing up sure did have it's advantages, but along with those came the disadvantages. Such as this appointed task given to him by his oldest brother, Gwendal. Ever since Yuuri had left, Gwendal had taken up the responsibilities of the Maoh, giving Wolfram his old duty of sorting through the unwanted proposals and complaints. At first it hadn't been such a bad thing, but as the years carried on it had became tedious and unwanted task. Wolfram had came to a conclusion that the reason his eldest brother had became such a sour person was because he simply wasn't looking forward to the piles of paperwork that waiting for him every day. The young prince had often found himself sharing the same classic frown Gwendal often wore.

Wolfram bowed his head as his hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He could feel a headache developing and that simply was the last thing he needed right now. He still had his duties to attend to, make sure the new recruits were being trained properly; he also had to make his rounds across the castle grounds to make sure nothing was out of place. There had been some rumors within the past couple of weeks of spies within the castle walls and he had decided upon himself to make sure no threat came into the castle.

Even though it really doesn't matter any more... The prince thought, picking up the quill pen once again. There was no more king to protect. No more duty to the Maoh. The blond felt the old twinge of pain deep in his chest, he had become so good at pushing it aside and ignoring the unwanted effects. Yuuri had made his decision, he had chosen his home world, Earth. There was nothing Wolfram could do but to accept the fact the wimp would never come back and move forward with his life. It had been twenty years after all since he had last seen the double black man.

But that didn't mean the image of the man he loved never left him. He would dream about him at night sometimes, remembering the kind smile and compassionate eyes he had grown to adore. He would recall memories of the past in the most inappropriate times. But as the years grew longer and the prince grew older, he came to a silent conclusion that he had to eventually forget Yuuri, for the sake of his sanity. He had to forget that he had ever loved that boy.

With a small sigh, Wolfram placed the quill pen back into the ink and stood. Grabbing his green jacket that hung neatly on the back of his chair he stepped out of the office. Pulling his arms through the sleeves and fastening the black buttons, he walked down the hallways toward his private chambers. His thoughts drifted back to Yuuri, remembering how his heart had shattered as he watched Yuuri step through that portal with The Great Sage and his older brother. He remembered calling his loves name as tears had streamed down his cheeks, wishing to get one last glance at his King. Yet, Yuuri didn't turn around, instead he made his choice and leapt through the portal for the last time, abandoning everyone that had grown to love him. It had been in that moment a part of the young prince died.

Weeks had passed and yet Wolfram waited for Yuuri's return. He would get up in the mornings, dress and head to the fountain in the previous Shinou's shrine fountain. He would sit there all day, watching the water to see if anything changed, but nothing did. Weeks turned into months and months turned into years before the young prince came to the heart wrenching conclusion that Yuuri was not to return. That was when the war started.

It had been a shock to the whole kingdom when the human country, Chivron, announced war upon the demon race. It was even more of shock when some of the human allies Yuuri had gained turned against them and joined Chivron's cause. They had stated that the demons were weak, that not only did their king abandoned them, but they hadn't announced a new heir to the thrown. In this weakness, they had seen cause to take the opportunity and wage war. Even though growing up as a child there had been war, Wolfram had never been in a direct war. He had never seen such carnage, such violence and hatred. The battles still very fresh in his young mind, the blood never really coming off his hands. Those were the memories he truly wanted to forget, however his dreams often reminded him of those painful years.

Reaching the doors to his chambers, Wolfram let himself in and closed the door behind him. The current issues coming back to his thoughts. He walked over to the dark oak dresser where he could peer at himself in the mirror. If Yuuri could see me now. He gave a small chuckle at that thought. Even through the years, his beauty did not leave him. He had grown his blond hair out to his shoulders, tying it back with a black tie. His eyes had lost their innocence, but the fire still burned in those emerald mists. His face had grown longer, resembling his brothers more than his mother now. His shoulders had grown broader and with all the training he had put himself through, he had filled out quite nicely. He had truly became a man.

His eyes darted to the surface of the dresser where a letter sat. Picking up he went to his bed, opening it as he sat down. He had already read the contents at least a dozen times, but still he briefed over the printed words. Even though the war had ended and a truce had been formed, both humans and demons laid on extremely shaky ground. At any moment, either side could offend the other and truce would be shredded into bits as a new war would follow. That is why Gwendal had approached his youngest brother four weeks ago with a strange, if not demanding, request.

Wolfram frowned at the memory and folded the letter back, shoving it underneath his pillow. It had been determined that this had been the demon's only choice to ensure the future of their kingdom. Their safety net, as the young prince came to think of it. Even though he wasn't 100 positive about the whole ordeal, he had decided it would be best for the kingdom. He was to marry the princess of the human country Chivron to ensure long lasting peace. The letter had been sent from the king to confirm the engagement and had announced that Wolfram would be expected within the next month.

Laughter outside of Wolfram's door brought the blond out of his thoughts. Sounds of people running down the halls further perked his curiosity. Standing, Wolfram made his way his door and opened it to see some of the servants running down the halls with smiles plastered upon their mouths. A guard ran past him and the young prince frowned.

"Oi, you solider!" The solider stopped automatically at the sound of his commanders voice and turned to salute.

"Yes sir!" He responded automatically. Wolfram closed the door behind him before approaching the young solider. He couldn't be much older than the young prince.

"What in Shinou's name is going on here?" He motioned toward a few more people running past him to emphasize his point. The solider couldn't keep his smile from forming as he stood as straight as he could.

"The king has returned, sir! He is in the courtyard as we speak, sir!" Wolfram felt his heart stop and fall into the pit of his stomach. It couldn't be, there was no way he had returned after so long. Not bothering to excuse the young solider, Wolfram ran past him at full speed. Dodging others who were laughing with joy and heading to the courtyard.

Blood pounded in his head as he ran down the stairs to the main entrance. With each step he took, his legs felt heavier and his head begun to feel dizzy with anticipation. It was almost like a dream, if it be a nightmare or not. He couldn't help but feeling the excitement that others where sharing, yet at the same time he couldn't force the dread and the anger down as he pushed through the double doors leading to the fountain. Part of him wanted nothing more than to have Yuuri standing there with that idiotic smile plastered upon his lips, but another part of him wanted to cry.

A small crowd of soldiers, servants and some of the kitchen staff where standing around the fountain. Coming to a stop at the end of the crowd, Wolfram looked around for his brothers but found nothing. Letting a small frown corss his lips, the prince pushed through the crowd.

"Let me pass!" Wolfram shouted, the people slowly parting as they saw their Lord making his way through the crowd. The prince came to a stop when the fountain stood in front of him. He saw Conrart standing with his back to him, helping someone out of the fountain. Gwendal stood to the other side, arms crossed with a unplaceable look upon his face. Others where there, Anissina and her three maids stood close to the left hand side and he spotted Gunter's step-daughter Giesela near his oldest brother, her hand to her chest.

Wolfram felt his feet move on their own. His heart beat the only thing he could hear pounding through his head. He watched as if in slow motion as Conrart pulled someone out of the fountain. He felt a sharp pain stab at his heart as his brother moved out of the way to reveal double black. It was Yuuri. He stood there soaking wet, but Wolfram could never mistake that smile for someone else. He had grown older, stronger. He stood perhaps about an inch below Conrart, his hair still as short and his eyes still filled with the same truth and love the young prince remembered.

He moved to the edge of the crowd as Yuuri glanced over to him. Yuuri's eyes went wide as they met the prince's emeralds depths. It was only a moment that their eyes held each other, but to Wolfram it had felt like a life time. He hadn't realized that Yuuri had been closing the distance between them, and he felt his heart stop when the young man's arms wrapped around him.

"Wolfram!" Yuuri stated, pulling him closer and tightning the embrace. The prince stood there dumb-strucked. If this had been twenty years earlier, the prince would have been returning the embrace, but now he felt numb inside. "I've missed you..." Yuuri whispsered, which sent chills down the prince's back.

Gently breaking the embrace, the blond stood back and bowed his head. "Welcome back Heika." Was all he allowed himself to say. He turned to his brothers, and gave them a small nod. "I will inform the rest of the kingdom that the Maoh has returned." He bowed his head and turned to leave. He needed any excuse to leave, he could feel the tightness in the back of his throat and the stinging in his eyes. A hand caught him around his left wrist, preventing the prince from his escape. He turned to see two black eyes starring at him, and what he saw in there made him want to curl into a ball and die.

"Wolfram..." Yuuri's voice gave away his emotion that the prince had seen in his eyes. Sadness, asking something from the blond. Wolfram turned his head to the side, pulling his hand away from the Maoh and turned to leave once again.

"Things have changed, Heika." He stated calmly before exiting through the crowd. Wolfram promised himself one thing before he entered the castle once again, he would not let himself cry.

Authors Notes: So, tell me what you think! I have chapter 2 ready, so if people seem interested in this, I'll upload the next chapter