ME: Minasan~~! I'm back!

Wolf: Hmph. Aren't you suppose to update something else instead of writing this useless crap?

ME (shrinking in guiltiness) : I'm sorry, I'm sorry! But...I'll go crazy if I don't type this "useless crap" out!

Yuu: Eh? Isn't three of your journals due this week, Tou-chan?

ME (turn as pale as ghost) : GYAHH! The horror! AHHH! The terror! But if I can't get my mind off this, I can't do anything else!~ What to do, what to do...

Wolf: I've a suggestion...

ME: Yes?

Wolf: Write the freaking disclaimer and start WRITING!

ME(petrified): HAI!

Disclaimer: If I own KKM, I wouldn't be writing three journal in three languages(My hand! My brain! They're dead!), would I?

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Chap 1

Wolfram von Bielefeld was one unreasonably jealous fiance.

"Yuuri! Why are your hands all over that maid? What do you mean, she fell? Can't she get up by herself...oi!" he pulled Yuuri away from a protective silver-haired adviser, "Gunter, stop hugging him! He's my fiance, and I'm not going to hurt him - yet, unless he proves himself innocent - no Yuuri, don't you run away from me, explain this! Immediately! Right now!"

Shibuya Yuuri was one extremely insensitive fiance.

"But Wolfram, I'm really trying to help her! She's balancing five trays of food all by herself and then...no! no! I didn't pounce on her, she tripped, so I went forward to support her. My hands happened to go around her waist, well, she's taller than me, so that's the nearest part I can reach...no! no! I'm not trying to touch somewhere else! I'm only...argh, will you just stop twisting my words?"

Their engagement was purely, entirely and according to Yuuri, accidental.

Wolfram crossed his arms with an accusing look. "I did not! You're finding it hard to defend for yourself because you are cheating on me! How many times have you done that since this morning? Five? Ten? I can't believe what a flirt you are-"

Oh no, not again. Yuuri was not going to take blame for something he didn't do. "Firstly, I'm not cheating on anyone and secondly, we just finished our breakfast! How can I possibly cheat - like I said, I've never done that - during this short period of time?"

Wolfram knew the king saw this as a mistake only, but he endured all his wimpy denials, waiting for the day when he'd change his mind.

The blond gave an indignant 'hmph'. "That just goes to show how deft of a cheater you are! One hour, and you've already exchanged winks with the maid serving the toast, smiled sweetly at the one cleaning up after that and now, you've managed to get your hands on this one!"

But now, four years after that slap, he'd begun to think his effort would go to waste after all.

"I...Conrad!" Yuuri saw hope descending when his godfather stepped into the dining room.

"Wolfram, you know Yuuri better than anyone else. He wouldn't dare to speak to a girl without fainting right on spot back on Earth, so how can he flirt?" Hope had faded. Conrad...that was way back when I was sixteen! Things were different now!

"Hmph. I don't see him passing out from hugging the maid, I'm afraid."

"Ugh, I don't even know why I bother repeating myself since this happens every single day...Wolfram, for the last time, this is RIDICULOUS!" God, how could he get the message across if he wouldn't listen? Several times of sparing the lives of assassins and traitors whose crime against him deserved death had made Yuuri's unbelievably forgiving nature known far and wide. His kind heart had only further ingrained respect for him into others when he'd adopted Greta, who stabbed him right after they met...but when it came to Wolfram, he almost easily lost his temper(if he even have one) and there were times where he even yelled at the blond just to cut through his rants.

Right now, said blond was staring at him, and Yuuri knew exactly what he'd say next.

"If you didn't want to take this engagement seriously, why don't you just break it?"

Yuuri sighed. He'd hoped it wouldn't come to this. Usually he'd try to end this stupid argument before this question was asked, but now he was too frustrated and annoyed to care about what the spoiled prince would think of his answer.

"Wolfram, this engagement is an accident. We both know it. And we both are well aware that if I broke it, a whole lot of people will be unhappy and disappointed. If there was any other way to undid this nonsense without hurting anyone, feel free to do it yourself!"

There, he'd said it. It was going to be a tiring day, his head already exploding from all those meetings in his schedule that was waiting for him to attend, and towering piles of paperwork awaiting him in his office. He was in no mood, none at all, to deal with a jealous fiance who convicted him for flirting that didn't take place.

"Now, if you'd excuse me, I have a meeting with Ambassador Ryolem from the southern borders regarding our countries' alliance." He turned on his heels to leave, before the bitter part of him made him stopped to leave one last sarcastic remark. "Since you've so much time, perhaps you can find a way to solve our problem." With that, he stomped out of the room, unaware of the pained look on Wolfram's face.

"Wolfram..." Conrad was surprised to see his younger brother shutting his eyes tight, trembling as his hands became tight fists, fingernails digging into skin. Bickering with Yuuri had always ended with both parties angered, but this time, it was worse. Not only had it reopened the hidden wound in their relationship, it had tore it apart completely.

Hearing his brother's concerned voice, Wolfram forced himself to open his eyes. "I'm fine. I'm going back to my room." He lowered his head to cover his eyes with his bangs, hoping that Conrad didn't see the glint of tears in them.

"Are you sure..." Conrad started, but Wolfram had already left with a firm 'click' of the doors.

He needed to get away. Quickly. Before he lost control of those shameful tears that threatened to roll down his cheeks.

The familiar pain in his chest was suffocating. He returned to his room and shut the door quietly with his back turned to it, sliding slowly down the cool wood surface. Relieved and free to release that breath he'd held unknowingly, silent tears started to create wet trails right down to his chin.

Find a way to get rid of this stupid, not meant to be engagement, huh?

A weak smile played on his lips as he raised his head to stare at the ceiling. It was something he'd thought and mulled over in sleepless nights, when he longed to forget about everything, to free himself from the torment of this so-called engagement. With his vast knowledge of the courtly traditions as a prince, it didn't take long before he realized that this could be done with surprising ease.

It was his feelings for Yuuri that made him held on...hoping, wishing, waiting.

Not anymore.

You want this engagement gone?

Wolfram's sorrowful smile was beautiful but heartbreaking.

That wouldn't be so much as a challenge, Yuuri.

T...T

Shibuya Yuuri was beginning to think that his life was once its peaceful self again. With the exception of a few explosions from Anissina's lab occasionally, the blood-chilling wail of Gunter and earthquakes (Gwendal?), he found it extremely pleasing that there was no headache due to the lack of noise.

What noise did it lack, he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Not that it matter. It was fine with him as long as he could spend some noiseless time.

"Ahh, such a quiet morning." he sighed contently, stretching in his chair. The near to silent atmosphere had lightened up his day - even the intimidating amount of forms and documents on his desk didn't sour his mood much. Speaking about them, he eyed them with a bored look, I should get to work before Gwendal came out from his hiding from Anissina.

He picked up a quill and started on the first paper right on top of the stack. He scanned it for awhile as the same sleepy feeling came over him. Ahh...! Who cares which family did that an old, dying tree belong to? Did they really have to fight over a plant that couldn't even bear fruit just because it happened to grow on the edge of their lands?

Oh well. It was his job to make a decision, no matter how pointless the problem was.

"I wonder what Wolfram would say if he saw this..." he smiled absent-mindedly as he signed his long name.

"I'm sure he'll just burn that form and the person who wrote it." Yuuri sat up straight with a jerk of his head. He breathed out in relief when he saw the person who invaded his space was Murata, not Gwendal. Still, knowing Murata (oh, and how well he knew him), he was probably up to no good if he was willing to abandon the shrine maids' company to seek him.

He returned to his work. "What do you want, Murata?"

"That's what I get for a hello?" His friend sounded offended, but Yuuri knew there was a smile on his face as he approached him.

"You didn't exactly say hello when you came in. And as you can see, I'm pretty busy right now." Yuuri decided to ignore his friend after this. This way he could keep himself out of trouble and harm's way.

"Ehh...but you're smiling so sweetly when you ask about Wolfram. I feel compelled to answer, you know."

There was a silence that followed, broken only by the shuffling noise of papers. Murata grinned. This was not the first time Yuuri tried the 'he-is-invisible' technique. By the quickening pace of signing the forms, he could tell that his friend was slightly disturbed by his statement. His grin grew. It wouldn't hurt to tease him a little.

"Aren't you curious as to why I have come here?" he laid his hands on the desk, watching his friend twitched uncomfortably at the question. These was a brief pause. "Is it important?"

"Well, you can say that it isn't..." "Then don't bother me with it." Yuuri cut him off without even looking at him, determined to focus completely on his work. Murata wasn't the least fazed by his attitude. "Ah, but this is some interesting news I've heard about, you see." he leaned forward, his evil grin began to show visibly. "Something to do with Wolfram."

Yuuri's quill froze in midair at the mention of the blond's name. "What about him? I believe he's on patrol duty. Did something happen to him? Is he hurt?" He didn't want to sound too worried, but the way he gripped the form in his hand said otherwise.

Bingo. So he really doesn't know. The other double black merely kept back a smile and stood back. "Patrol duty...you haven't been talking to Wolfram lately, have you, Shibuya?"

Now Yuuri was really confused. "Of course not. How am I suppose to speak to him if he was miles away at the borders?" He frowned as Murata chuckled at his answer. That smile he was having was giving him the creeps. "Who told you he was on patrol duty?" "Well, Wolfram-" He didn't scream at me for three days, didn't show up at the baths insisting he should scrub my back, and I didn't see him at meals. He never came to bed at night, either.

All these only happened when he was away for border patrol. The empty bed in his chamber, the vacant chair next to him...these things that made him felt a little lonely and down only appeared in his eyes when Wolfram was not by his side. But he knew that he would return to him soon. Always.

"If my piece of juicy information were correct, you'd a big fight with him the day before you claimed that he went patrolling. After that, he locked himself up in the library for a whole day, then returned to Bielefeld." he raised an eyebrow. "Didn't anyone tell you where he's going?"

Yuuri didn't answer. He was trying to wrap his mind around the fact that one, Wolfram had gone back to his homeland and two, no one has informed him of this! His fingers tightened around the quill, almost breaking it. "Where did you hear of this?" his voice was laced with anger.

"Oh, not far. Gwendal was quite willing to spill the beans once I offered distraction for him to escape Anissina, it seems." Murata's tone was quite jolly as he added, "Don't worry yourself over that though - Wolfram is already back yesterday night."

Already back? But... "You didn't see him." Murata concluded from his wide-eyed expression.

Yuuri's mind flashed back to their fight that day. He winced at his choice of words. But he did mean to apologize to Wolfram afterward, if he managed to find him at all. Wolfram could not be seen anywhere all day, making it all the more certain that the blond was mad enough to refuse sleeping in their room that night. In the end, utterly worn out and too tired to think, he retired to his room without saying a thing to Wolfram.

And even now, gone to and back from Bielefeld, Wolfram had been avoiding him.

He set the quill down in frustration as he stood up. "Where is he now?"

O...O

Wolfram had half anticipated Yuuri to look for him when he returned. Still, when the double black king barged into his room, he was more than a little shocked.

It couldn't be help, really - completely spent from all those traveling on waters, the seasickness still made him felt lightheaded - he was sleeping soundly when the door to his room opened with its sides crashed to the wall.

"What-" His first instinct was to draw out his sword from the bedpost which he pointed at the intruder's throat. When his eyes got use to the blinding sunlight after a few blinks, the person he saw at the side of his bed made him dropped his sword. "Yuu-yuuri?" The name felt dry in his throat.

The king didn't look like he came just to wake him up. He watched warily as Yuuri tightened and released his hand repeatedly before looking up.

"I'm sorry." Yuuri finally settled for that after a long stare. In truth, he had wanted to shout 'Why didn't you tell me you're leaving!' or 'Stop avoiding me!' but at the sight of Wolfram's pale, tired face, all his fury went out of the window.

Wolfram easily gets seasick. He must be feeling really horrible right now.

Said blond blinked in surprise when Yuuri's face softened. Wasn't he mad at him? He knew the apologize would come, though. It was always the same. They would fight, Yuuri would come to him later like a nice little puppy, then he would kept saying sorry until Wolfram forgave him with an indifferent snort.

He knew that the young Maou was just afraid to hurt his feelings. Typical Yuuri.

"There's no need for that," he pulled away the blanket, averting his eyes as he got off the bed. "It doesn't matter anymore."

The cold tone in his voice alarmed Yuuri. "Wolf-" Yuuri gulped a little as he took in the lithe form before him - clothed only in a white shirt with a few buttons loose on the top, showing off Wolfram's perfectly carved outline of collarbone and slender legs with smooth white skin right up to his thigh. Thank god his shirt was long enough to cover where the black throng should have been.

Suddenly breathing became difficult.

Shifting stiffly under Yuuri's gaze, Wolfram blushed as he cursed himself for not fully dressed for bed. His body and mind was so heavy from his long trip that he had fell asleep right in the middle of undressing himself. He bit his lip. Diving under the covers like a five-year-old due to embarrassment was definitely not his thing. It's worse than the pink negligee that almost slips off with every movement I make - it exposes far more skin than I prefer...will he stop staring already?

Yuuri was still gawking when a fluffy white pillow hit him in the face. When it slid off his face, Wolfram was furiously blushing with his hands on his hips. "Your Majesty, would you be so kind as to get out?"

"But..." Before he could say anything else, he was roughly pushed out of the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

Wolfram gave out a sigh of relief when the king was no longer in his sight. Standing in front of the king, nearly naked, was not something he wanted to go through after...he glanced over his bed to a parcel on his desk. With this, the engagement would be called off accidentally without anyone knowing that it was planned. As his king had wanted, no one would be hurt.

If everything go well, Yuuri and me would be nothing but a king and its subject. To accidentally break an accidental engagement. What irony.

He closed his eyes, resting the back of his palm on his forehead.

Outside, Yuuri prepared himself to shout at Wolfram for the rude treatment, but changed it to "Remember to come out for lunch!" before walking away. It would be best not to pick a fight with Wolfram, now that he'd just came back. He'd just had to wait for another time to have his talk with Wolfram.

Still, the sight before this was definitely wonderful. To be able to see a half-sleepy Wolfram with unruly blond hair in the morning - plus, dressed like that - was something people would kill for. It was something that was his privilege and his only, and the very thought somehow pleased him.

Wolfram's temper was as fiery as ever too...for a second there, his tone was so cold that it scared him.

It was still the same old Wolfram he knew - nothing had changed.

Right?

X...X

Everyone in the castle was tensed.

Since Wolfram's return, Yuuri-heika's cheerful self had morphed into one with a slightly gloomy aura in one day. By the fourth night, the servants had sensed enough depression in the air to steer clear of the Maou's way.

Yuuri found his earlier theory of "everything remains normal" completely overturned.

Wolfram did show up for three meals a day, but his presence was unusually unnoticeable, and whenever Yuuri met him in the castle, he would only gave him a brisk nod before walking in another direction. During his free time he went to look for him, only to find him in a heated spar with the soldiers in his squad; Yuuri even tried to talk to him at night, but he would be long asleep when he was ready for bed.

Even Greta noticed the evident difference in Wolfram's behavior toward him. "Why isn't papa Wolfram talking to papa Yuuri anymore?" she asked innocently during breakfast.

Both Wolfram and him had frozen at the question. Wolfram coughed, "Nonsense, Greta. I do speak to him." That was the first time Yuuri had heard him in days. Greta tilted her head cutely to one side. "You mean, when you said, 'Don't hug me when you sleep, wimp!'?"

Choking sounds swept through the occupants in the room immediately. Gwendal's forehead had multiple veins crossing over each other, Conrad was wiping his mouth clean as calmly as he could, Lady Cecile's eyes were sparkling so brightly that it blinded them, and Gunter...he was bleeding through his nose on the floor.

Their faces were burning. "Erm, Greta, that's not it..." Yuuri attempted to save themselves from further embarrassment.

Greta chew the inside of her cheek lightly. "Oh, I know! It must be 'Don't pull my clothes off the shoulder, idiot!'" The choking noises became louder. And was that blood flooding at Gunter's side of table?

"T-that was an accident! I tripped!" Yuuri protested desperately. There goes my healthy reputation.

Fortunately, from the gradually abating sounds around him, he could tell that they believed him.

Yuuri smiled warmly at Greta, patting her on the head. He could never get mad with this little angel. "You're thinking too much. Wolfram and me are fine. We still talk to each other." I hope.

"Really? You two will always be friends?" Greta beamed.

"Of course." Wolfram pinched her cheek playfully. Only friends. He stood up. "Now, please excuse me. I'll be leaving for training." he left briskly under Yuuri's intense watch.

He walked down the hall as fast as he could, afraid that Yuuri might try to follow him. "Stupid Yuuri...always complaining about me kicking him when he couldn't even keep to his side of bed!"

There was a soft laugh in the shadows. "I'm sure he has reasons for being unable to keep himself off you." Wolfram jumped at hearing the voice. "Shinou?" he recognized it immediately, looking around in alert before hissing lowly, "What are you doing here?" Another laugh rang in his ears. "No worries of me being seen, for only you can hear me."

Wolfram frowned. "What-" his eyes widened in realization, "You're in my head?" There was a nearly inaudible groan at his deafening mind volume. "...don't be so surprise, Wolfram. It's only natural that a spirit being like me can enter people's minds."

"Just because you can, it doesn't mean you should invade people's privacy!" Wolfram accused at a slightly loud volume, gaining a rather weird look from a guard nearby.

A sigh could be heard. "You used to be more respectful than this. If I recalled our last meeting correctly, I was referred to as 'my lord'..."

Wolfram grind his teeth, remembering the meeting in the library.

"I can help you," With sunny blond hair and distinguished features, Wolfram was the spitting image of the Great One. Still, Wolfram found his hair standing on end when Shinou smiled. It was a cunning smile, brilliant but dangerous.

"I don't understand what you're saying, my lord." Wolfram frowned, placing the books back to their original positions.

Shinou smirked. "You're my descendant, Wolfram. I know everything about you...including your plans to break the engagement."

Wolfram dropped one of the books with expanded green eyes, creating a soft thud on the library's carpet. "What...how-" "It's pretty obvious, considering all you read lately are these sorts of books," Shinou picked up a red cover 'Laws of Engagement and Marriage', flipping to the first page, then snapped it shut with a smile. "And that previous fight with Yuuri is the last straw, isn't it? Don't worry, if you let me join you, I won't tell a single soul - not even the Sage." he put a finger to his lips as he winked. Wolfram deepened his frown. "You're going to assist me in this? But Yuuri-" Shinou waved his hands dismissively. "Nah. My job is only to guide him in ruling the country, his romantic relationships are none of my concern."

Besides, this was too much fun to miss. Shinou laughed mentally. "So, what do you say?"

Wolfram mused. He didn't have much choice really. If he refused, Shinou would not hesitate to turn on him and told the Sage. But he was afraid of what he'd do once he was part of this.

He gave in. "Alright. Just don't do anything...unconventional." Shinou's smile was victorious. "Now why would I do that? You can absolutely trust me in this, Wolfram."

Shinou chuckled, intrigued. "My, my, am I really that evil in your opinion? By the way, thank you for the compliment on my smile. I never know that it has that much influence on people."

Total lie. Wolfram thought, He knows it alright. "You know, I can hear that." Wolfram blushed at Shinou's clearly amused voice.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

The guard was paying him some seriously questioning looks right now.

Yuu: Tou-chan!

ME: (frantically writing journals)...

Yuu: Err...Tou-chan...

ME : (eyes glued to journal)...

Yuu: (sigh) That's some deadly concentration...anyway, reviews are welcomed!