[A/N] hahaha, so sorry I didnt update sooner, by now the people eager to read this fanfic are probably gone LOL. but for finishing's sake, I'm gonna keep updating even though it might be a little bit slower :D

SO yeah, to everyone who kept reading this, or to the ones that favourited this please stay with me for the time being:D And I hope you help me with suggestions :D

TO the ones that decide to read this for the first time: Welcome to my world, and my unplanned writing :D I'm happy for any criticism, but will not take unnecessary flames :D

Please sit back and enjoy. I think this piece will be less intriguing than my "Another Fairytale" Cuz I'm apparently not a very funny writer -_- lol, but anyway, it's worth a try :D And without further ado, I'll present the second chapter of 'Spring's Symphony'.

Wolfram woke up from the wind blowing through the wide open large windows. The white frilly curtains reminded him of white birds in a clear blue sky. He lazily covered his eyes with his right arm to avoid the blinding sun. It should be still early. Noise in his living room indicated that someone apparently broke into his apartment again. And surely when he sleepily entered said room, his face entered a soft darkness.

Slightly irritated he noted, still under the embrace, "Haha-ue, why do you break into my apartment on my free day?"

"Why, I heard the news of course! Gϋnter came crying towards me, telling me that you finally got that Yuuri to do this Drama with you."

With a slight blush the blonde averted his eyes to the side. "I was simply making a few recommendations. However, when I met him, he was such a henachoko! I don't even know how I should confront the directors now."

"Maybe you should give him some time, I bet he doesn't even know about your plans, maybe not even about the script.

"Hmph" He turned around towards the dressing room.

"I wonder, why you are so obsessed with him?" Supermodel Cecilie von Spitzberg asked her son with a hint of humor in her voice.

Wolfram stopped mid-track, "Because…." , before continuing heading towards the changing room.

When Yuuri entered the office of Shin Makoku productions, he was shocked to see an angel at his manager's desk. Golden Curls, purposely slightly messy, a white slightly loose flannel shirt with tight pants, Wolfram looked like he just came from a TV set. He was bending down towards Gwendel, talking in a soft velvet voice that Yuuri had never heard from this rude guy before. The only words he could make out were his own name –wow, so they were talking about him-, "please" – was it possible for such a guy without manners to ever even pronounce such words?-, and "thank you" – gratefulness, from that guy???

But what could be so important as to come back immediately and talk to his manager? Yuuri was utterly confused when he shyly knocked on the door.

Both heads snapped around by the sound.

"You're late, henachoko." Wolfram gracefully passed by, not without giving a last condescending glance.

For some reason, Yuuri felt just slightly annoyed. Unlike someone else, he had to go to school and such! His previously good mood ruined, the teen walked towards his manager's desk.

He put his head into his hand. "Why was Wolfram here?"

"Your drama, Spring's Symphony script has arrived. Since you promised to join, you can't take it back anymore. For your information, Wolfram has his free day today and will be taking over the task as your manager temporarily, due to my being extremely busy."

"Excuse me?" Yuuri choked. There was no way both of them could stay together for more than three minutes in peace. Yuuri plus Wolfram, could just not work (very very bad combination.)

"You heard me. Your next job is in half an hour, and ten minutes away."

"Aren't you supposed to be my manager? You're assigned to me!"

"I don't think it's the right time for arguments, you know just as well as I do, that I have to clean up the mess you created at your last three advertising jobs."

Yuuri gulped, the last three jobs had been a disaster, even though it might not look like it in the end results. He still could not understand how the director wanted to force him into this hideous pink frilly gown. Just thinking about it gave him Goosebumps, and his protests caused a one month long strike.

With hanging shoulders he walked towards the storm. He had now 25 minutes left for his next job. As expected, Wolfram had been waiting for him outside, sleeping with his back to the wall. A pleasant warm aura spread around the double black: He actually looks cute when he's not having one of his not-so-rare rants.

"What are you staring at me? Am I that handsome?"

It was embarrassing to be caught staring, even more so caught by another guy.

Wolfram was shocked when his eyes, averting from a flushed Yuuri, turned towards the clock on the wall. 20 minutes left until 2pm.

The next seconds of Yuuri's life past in a complete blur: One moment he was still standing in front of his manager's office, the other, he was dragged and thrown inside a familiar car.

"Henachoko! Do you know what time it is? There are only 15 minutes left until your next job starts! Do you intend to cause trouble again? After all the trouble I went to get you another job?" Wolfram was furious and that lead to life threatening experiences in more than one way. Internally, Yuuri was praying for his safety, he already stopped counting the red lights they had passed, and he slowly felt like rather being a top celebrity, Wolfram could as well make it into the top ranks of stunting.

But what seemed to be even more threatening than the demise of his physical body was the fear that erupted from watching Wolfram's facial expressions. At one point it almost seemed like a smirk, then a frown, a slight blush, and anger beyond compare until finally his visage hardened into an indifferent mixture of everything thrown together: it was really hard to describe.

Only when the oasis in the heat that built up inside the car, came in sight did Yuuri sense a feeling of safety. He suddenly felt more than motivated to leave the car and run towards the studio.

Nevertheless, having learnt manners, Yuuri could not help but bring out a nervous "thanks", before he jumped into a run towards the studios.

Wolfram's POV:

Wolfram watched as Yuuri hurried across the parking lot into the door to studio 1. He didn't even have enough time to say "good luck", or something close to that.

With both hands still on the steering wheel of his car, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He could still remember that day clearly:

[A/N]: hahaha, I wrote this part long time after I watched the last episode of Kyou Kara Maouh, and since I started playing "Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney", the word "Edgeworth" keeps flicking through my head as I write this, hahaha  considerably distracted…. Lol

[flashback]

It was a very lively night. Lively for most of the party guests, but for one particular blonde, it was simply an empty hole surrounded by a gleaming shell of opulence. He did not understand the difference of this ball from all the others Cecilie von Spitzberg was invited to. In one corner there would be a mountain of men gaping at one woman, and in the other continues business as usual with couples talking, eating or dancing.

Why was Wolfram here? Why was a child of merely 5 tender years even in such a place where running and playing was prohibited? Even his brothers were either busy with work or talking to guests whether out of politeness or interest.

The flashing lights from a ceiling covered in lavish frescoes blinded his eyes, only to make his heart feel more distant. Why did no one care?

Wolfram found a reclusive spot behind a huge Greco-styled column. From there he could see the whole city through the huge open windows that lead to a balcony. It was nice smelling fresh air, and staring into the full moon that was his only solace. Unknowingly, he pulled his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around. Slow tears crept their way along his cheeks as he put his chin on his knees, sinking into a state of numbness.

"Hey, you want to get some of those Chicken wings with me? It's my first time here… It's kind of scary over there…" a boy squat down opposite to him.

Wolfram opened his eyes to confront two round charcoal orbs staring at him. It was a young boy, about the same age as him. He was scratching the back of his head, while wearing a sheepish smile. Realizing his own condition, the blond immediately wiped away the salty liquid with the back of his hand.

"I'm Yuuri, Yuuri Shibuya, nice to meet you" the boy introduced himself, still smiling

"W-Wolfram von Bielefeld" Wolfram answered with the ghost of a smile, "Henachoko! What took you so long to find me? The Chicken wings are going to be all gone, slowpoke!"

Yuuri was shocked at those accusations at first, but didn't have enough time to delve over it too much as Wolfram packed his wrist and pulled him towards the long food table, smiling to his heart's content.

Finally it felt like the sun had illuminated his heart. An angel has come from heaven to free me from the chains of society, just like in the many fairytales Mama told me. Thank you Yuuri, because you are the one that was able to open my heart. I shall never be tied down again. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

With that in mind, the two little boys who found each other, attacked the buffet table, where shocked adults jumped out of their way with Jennifer Shibuya barely able to stifle her laughter. Not for nothing did she tell her son about the starving puppy in the shadow of the column.

I have to confess that I havent watched Kyou Kara Maoh for quite a while now, so please forgive me for any wrong details :D And if you have any suggestions for the better of my story I warmly welcome those.

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