Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou.

Warning: Yes, this story does contain psychotic Wolfram, please watch your step.

Chapter 2

Breakfast was such an amusing affair. None of them looked him in the eye, and no one said anything either. He leaned back in his chair, idly twisting his spork around his mouth, green eyes intense and amused as he stared at them. They all could feel it flowing off of him, in harsh sick waves.

He took the spork from his mouth dipping it into his dessert which consisted of something remotely similar to ice cream. He slowly lifted it to his mouth which stretched into a lewd little smile as his tongue flicked out, scooping the cold, sweetness into the wet caravan of his mouth.

The spork followed, and he took his time cleaning it with long, smooth swipes of his tongue, lightly pulling it out and enjoying the way his mouth dragged against the slightly warm eating utensil.

A spork slammed into a plate suddenly startlingly everyone but Wolfram and the boy looked up, a sweetly innocent look on his face as he regarded his older brother.

"Is something wrong big brother?"

The innocently asked question only seemed to enrage the mazoku more because his fist slammed against the table, his plate actually jumping off the table from the sheer force.

"How dare you show such vile behavior!"

Wolfram blinked, delicately setting his spork onto his plate. "But I was just eating-"

"Don't you dare pretend you weren't doing anything Wolfram! That kind of behavior is something only whores do!"

The whole table gasped, aghast at Gwendal saying such so crudely and in front of Greta none the less. Wolfram slowly placed his hands on the table to aid himself in standing, the sound of his chair scrapping against the floor seeming to loud in the deathly silent room.

The innocent look on the blonde's face had faded and now burned with malice as he grinned slickly at his brother.

"Well," He said, tilting his head to the side, "Good thing it wasn't a real dick then, wouldn't want me to enjoy myself too much."

He calmly sauntered out of the dining hall as if nothing happened.

…………

After closing himself in his room, and laughing until tears fell from his eyes, the blonde decided he wasn't too adverse to a walk in the garden.

The fresh smell of the flowers were relaxing, and he found himself closing his eyes as he enjoyed the quiet scenery. Until he heard the giggling of course. It sounded like Greta and-

He peaked from behind a particularly tall tree and watched as Greta and Beatrice, strange he hadn't heard about the girl visiting, ran around in circles, in a weird version of chase.

His expression softened and a slight, real smile flitted across his face.

Both girls plopped heavily onto the grass, breathing hard but smiling.

"Hey, Greta?" Beatrice called as she studied the garden.

"Mm?"

"Do you ever wish for a mother?"

Greta's face froze and the smile dropped from Wolfram's face as something inside of himself ached at the question.

"Why do you ask?" His daughter asked after a small period of silence. She picked at the grass, fingers nervous and jittery.

"Well, because you have two fathers. Doesn't that bother you?"

That seemed to bother the brown-haired girl even more than the first question, her head jerking to finally look her friend in the eyes.

"I…I.."

"Do you ever, you know, want a mother, like maybe Lady Flurin to marry your father and be your mother?"

Wolfram drew back as if hit at the question, but quickly gathered his composure. He snorted at the girl's question. Surely Greta wouldn't-

"Yeah, I guess I do. I mean, I really do think Daddy likes her."

And he had stupidly thought that nothing else could hurt as much as Yuri's rejection.

……….

Things went deathly silent when he walked in for dinner, but he could care less as he took his normal seat next to Yuri. He ignored the boy's staring and looked down into his plate, wondering what they were going to have for dinner tonight.

"Wolfie?"

Green eyes looked up and into his mother's eyes that were strangely sullen. It would have worried him if he had cared.

"Yes Mother?" The words were torn forcefully from his throat, and left a bitter taste in his mouth.

The flinch clearly let him know that she heard, her own eyes reluctant to hold his.

"Wolfram!"

Both of his brothers were ready to stand in her defense but the ex-queen only raised her hand to halt their movements.

"Wolfie, is everything all right? You've been acting so strange lately."

He wanted to laugh, so he did, throwing back his head to laugh long and hard.

Yuri edged away from him, black eyes widening. "W-Wolf?"

"Oh, that's rich!" The prince curled into himself, hands clasping his face as he laughed and laughed. "I've been acting strange lately!"

"Wolf?"

"Oh, what's strange for me, I do wonder!" His voice was gaining a hysterical edge to it, but he couldn't find it within himself to gather his dignity, he had none. "Saying that like she knows what's normal for me! Like she knows me!"

"Wolf!" A loud slap echoed throughout the dinner hall and everything became silent. Wolfram turned his head from where it had been thrown from the impact, cheek stinging in time to his rapidly beating heart.

Green eyes locked onto black ones, the other boy frozen with his hand still held in the air. They stared at each other for a long time before Yuri startled from his frozen position, dropping his hand but not removing his eyes from the intense green one boring into his.

"I'm sorry." He said softly, "But you were scaring everyone. Are you okay?"

Wolfram lifted his hand and Yuri flinched, expecting a payback, but was surprised when that slender hand rose to trace his swollen red cheek.

"You do realize," Wolfram said just as softly, eyes boring into his with no expression, "That you've just proposed to me again?"

Yuri's eyes widened in horror as he realized that he had indeed slapped Wolfram's left cheek, and this time he couldn't say it was an accident.

"What! But…I-"

"Shut up!" Yuri's mouth snapped shut at the soft hiss, finding himself moving back as the blonde stood, seeming to tower over him even if they were the same height. No one even noticed the maids standing at the far corner of the room, having come to serve dinner, only to stumble upon such an interesting scene.

"You seem to like hitting me Yuri." The blonde advanced, watching as his king stumbled away from him with amused detachment. "And always on the same spot. Is there something you're not telling me?"

"No, I-"

"Or," The blonde purred as he cornered his prey as the Maou's back hit the wall," Maybe there's something you haven't been telling yourself."

"Wolf-" Yuri froze as a hand cupped his chin, warm breath floating across his cheek as Wolfram leaned in, lips brushing over his very slightly.

"Be careful of your actions Heika, I just might return the favor one day." And with that said, the blonde was gone, sweeping out of the room, not seeing the way Yuri slid to the floor, staring blankly into space, not responding, even when Conrad called his name in growing worry.

All he could hear was what Wolfram had whispered, so quietly, so secretly, against his mouth before leaving.

"I hate you so much right now, Yuri."