DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this fanfiction. All rights reserved to the author of Kyo Kara Maoh! This is purely fan made story and has nothing to do with the main anime nor manga.

Sakumi Kinoyuuki (c) 2008

Sunlight

Yuuri stretched lazily in his borrowed bed, he had had a long dreamless sleep and felt oddly refreshed. The strong daylight that poured inside the large bedroom indicated to Yuuri that it was way past 'morning'. The Maou half-sat in his bed and felt a weight fall into his lap. He looked down in surprise and found his fiancé, deeply slumbering. That, in fact, was very unusual for Wolfram to sleep in. 'Tough night Wolf?' he asked to the knocked out blond while running a hand through his silky hair. Only then did the King realized he was half-dressed ... actually, not dressed at all, seeing as the small towel had slipped off during the night.

"What the ..." started Yuuri when sudden fear entered his mind. "WOLF!" he yelled out as he pushed the other boy off him, resulting in a loud thud to the ground.

"Yuuri! What's the big idea?!" exclaimed the undignified heap that currently was Wolfram.

"Wolfram! What the hell happened last night? Why am I n-naked?!"

"Uh? Wait ... are you trying to say ..." trailed off the dishevelled Prince.

"Err no, well ..."

"YUURI! How could you think THAT? Argh, your such a total and complete WIMP!"

"I-it's not my fault! You would have thought the same thing if I would have been sleeping on your naked body!" answered the scarlet faced boy.

"B-baka!" came the suddenly high-pitched voice of the young Mazoku.

Murata sighed and smiled lightly from the corner of the room. 'Just like every other morning' he though. Last night's events all seemed like a dream however, the Sage knew otherwise. He had been haunted by ghostly eyes all night, causing him to wake up several times, covered in cold sweat. The Sage had been so worried about his companions that he decided to stand guard in their room for the night.

"Murata? How long have you been there?" inquired the blushing Maou.

"Ah, long enough" he replied with a quirky smile. "I must say, Shibuya, red truly suits you" he added with quick wink.

"Mou, Murata! Get out already!" replied Yuuri before burying his head beneath the covers. "You too Wolf!"

"Hai hai, come Sir von Bielefelt, let's leave the King to find something suitable to wear" answered Murata while leading Wolfram out of the room.

Once outside of the borrowed room, both Wolfram and Murata quickly jumped into a plan against the King of Sho Shimaron. No matter what happened, the important thing was to protect Yuuri from Sara. Murata rested his back against the cool wall as Wolfram paced in front of him, a deep frown on his beautiful face.

"Sir von Bielefelt, I think that for now, the best course of action is to watch from afar" stated the black-haired boy.

"Um"

Soon after, Yuuri finally appeared into the corridor, clad in his usual black uniform. Having forgotten about the previous incident, he bounced happily towards his friends and they all made their way towards the dining hall for breakfast. Yuuri entered first, followed closely by his guardians, and was greeted by a brightly smiling blonde, arms wide spread.

"Good morning Yuuri! How did you sleep?" inquired the King while bowing deeply.

"Sara!" answered the young Maou with a bright smile. "I slept good, thanks."

"I hear your friends will be arriving sometime today, am I correct?" inquired Sara behind his spectacles.

"Yeah, everyone from Shin Makoku will be coming: Conrad, Gwendal, Günter, even Anissina!" answered Yuuri while seating himself at the rather large table.

Sara glanced quickly towards the Sage and saw him shift his head slightly, therefore enabling the sight of his eyes. A small upturn of the lips, quite visible from Sara's point of view, indicated without a doubt his doing in the sudden arrival of the royal cavalry.

'You conniving little boy, you actually called Yuuri's retainers in hopes of stopping me. Very interesting indeed, if I must say so. Congratulations Geika, you've just upped the game' thought Sara has he stared unabashed at Murata.

As if Murata had heard his thoughts, he threw a 'try your best if you think you can beat me' kind of look to the young King, which summoned a laughter from his opponent.

"Sara? What's wrong?" asked Yuuri, slightly alarmed.

"Um? Oh, nothing. I just remembered something, that's all" replied the blonde with his usual warm smile while shifting his gaze from Murata to Yuuri. "Ne, Yuuri? Can I ask you something?"

"What is it?"

"Well, because your friends are suddenly showing up, I'm afraid I haven't prepared any rooms for them. Would you mind hunting in the castle for some? I would do it myself however, I have certain things that need tending" asked Sara with his breath-taking politeness.

"Oh! Of course, I understand. I'm sorry to impose my friends on you. If you would prefer, I could move out into a hotel or something" answered Yuuri with a nervous smile.

"Ho-tel? Ah no, not at all. By all means, stay in my castle for as long as you wish" said Sara as he vigorously shook his head from one side to another in a negative gesture.

"Really? Ok then! I'll take care of the rooms" answered the Maou with a bright smile before turning his attention to Murata. "Say, why don't you help me out?" he asked to the other boy.

"But-"

"I think that's an excellent idea!" interjected Sara with a Murata-like devious smile.

"Then it's settled!" replied Yuuri while clapping his hands together in a sign of completion.

"What about me?" spoke Wolfram for the first time.

"Err ..." pondered Yuuri. "How about you help out Sara with his work? It would be a good occasion for you guys to learn more about one another! What do you think?"

"Yuuri! I-" started Wolfram before being cut off by the blonde King.

"I don't mind, Yuuri."

"See Wolf? Sara is willing to be friends with you, you should do the same" replied Yuuri, unintentionally coaxing his fiancé.

"I- oh, alright then" replied the Prince with a reluctant attitude.

This turn of events currently had Murata sweating bullets. Sara was winning right now, all his pawns were in place and everything was going according to plan. Yes, the young King of Sho Shimaron was quite devious in his own way and that, had Murata worrying about the near future. He was actually using Yuuri to get exactly what he wanted, by having the Maou decide of the outcome himself. The young Sage remembered his previous conversation with Sara, and shivered when the blonde's words rung in his mind: 'How long do you think the Prince will resist?'.

All four boys resumed their breakfast before splitting into two groups for the day. Murata desperately tried to pull Wolfram apart but was unsuccessful due to Sara's constant surveillance.

The cunning young man whispered to the Sage as he passed him to leave the room, "Don't even think about warning him, Geika."

This sent another cold wave through Murata's body as he watched the unsuspecting Prince walk out of the room with Sara in tow. The Sage felt sick with guilt for putting the beloved Prince in harm's way however, he knew that it be better him, than the Maou.

Wolfram followed Sara into the nearby drawing room, distracted only by the sound of his boots on the highly polished floor. The beautiful King settled himself into the large chair and beckoned the Prince with a wave of the hand. Wolfram obeyed and came closer to the circular table, standing right next to Saralegui.

"So tell me Heika, what important matters did you want to discuss?" inquired the blonde as he clipped his boots together.

"You are knowledgeable in the ways of war, are you not?" retorted the young man.

"Yes, I am a trained soldier" replied Wolfram, unsure of where this conversation was headed.

"Well then, may I have your opinions on a strategy that has been proposed?"

"Of course, anything to help" replied the Prince with the utmost politeness.

"Perfect! Then, if you would please evaluate this map ..."

Wolfram bent over the table and examined the freshly pulled out map, which lay in front of him. He watched as various symbols and lines criss-crossed the thin sheet, to form odd patterns only comprehensible to the trained eye. Soon enough, the young Prince was avidly drawing his own lines with red ink, provided by Sara.

"-so you see, if the troops move here instead of the original plan, they are going to save at least a day of travelling and, they will have better coverage, in case of an ambush" concluded Wolfram after over an hour of scheming.

"Um, Yuuri was right in trusting you into my care. You really are good" answered the King as he leaned forward onto his elbow.

"Thank you Heika, I'm glad to have been of service" replied Wolfram with a court bow.

"Eh? Really now well, if that's the case, why don't you work here, for me? Become my military strategist, I'll ensure your safety in return for your services. I promise you'll never see a battlefield, ever again" offered Sara.

"I'm sorry Heika, I don't think I'll be accepting your offer. I am already in Yuuri Heika's employment; I can't desert my King and country alike" answered the Prince, a slight frown between his brows.

"Is that how you see it young Prince? Aren't Sho Shimaron and Shin Makoku allies? That automatically means that you have to lend a hand to your allied country when in need" pressed Sara as he slowly removed his glasses and placed them on the map.

"H-Heika, I can't leave Yuuri on his own! It's my duty to protect him" replied Wolfram while taking a step back.

Sara gracefully rose from his seat, pushing Wolfram into the table in the process. Leaning forward towards the mesmerized blonde, he summoned his powers to win over Wolfram's mind.

"You will serve me, Wolfram" he ordered barely above a whisper.

"N-no ... I-I can't ... Yuu ..." stuttered the young man, currently squashed between Sara and the table, pressing at the small of his back.

"Wolfram" chanted the glowing King. "Give up Wolfram, you'll feel better once you do. Now, repeat after me, 'I will serve Saralegui'."

Wolfram's eyes glazed over as his mind lost control over his body. "I will serve Saralegui" he repeated obediently.

"Good boy now, you will tell Yuuri the same thing" coaxed the sovereign as he hovered dangerously close to the other blonde.

"Yuuri ..." repeated Wolfram as the name of his King seems to stir his consciousness. "Y-Yuu ... r-ri ..." fought the Prince within his own body.

"Oh? You still have some of your will left in you? Let me take care of that ..." whispered Saralegui, his blue eyes inching closer ... closer ...

"Murata? Murata? Oi, Murata!"

"Ah? W-what is it Shibuya?" replied the young Sage as he snapped back to reality.

"What's wrong? You've been in a daze ever since we started our job! Seriously, you're not even looking!"

"Ah right, sorry about that."

"Come on! We promised we'd help Sara out!" answered the exasperated youth.

"Sa ... ra? Right, he's with Wol- err, sir von Bielefelt. Maybe we could visit them? Just to see how things are going" implied Murata.

"What? Why? They're probably busy with their own work" answered Yuuri while leaning against the cool wall.

"That's what I'm afraid of" replied the Sage more to himself than to his companion.

Both boys whirled their heads around when a loud clatter was heard from the other end of the hall.

"Isn't that where Wolf and Sara are working?" asked Yuuri as he stared down the stone corridor.

"Yes it is" replied Murata before breaking into a run.

Not paying attention to Yuuri's hollers from behind, Murata sprinted at full speed towards the tightly shut drawing room. He mustered all his strength to pry open the heavy wooden doors only to find Wolfram standing, statue-like, beneath Sara's tall lean body with red ink smeared everywhere.

"Release him at once, Saralegui" called out Murata, dropping all formalities with the other man.

"Oh? Well, if it isn't the Sage himself. Witty as usual, my friend however, it seems I won our little bet" replied the King as he stood up strait and away from a stiffened Wolfram.

"Get away from him now" bellowed Murata, rage clearly settled upon his features.

"My my, you should calm that temper of yours. I was only having a little bit of fun, that's all."

"Fun?!" exclaimed the raging teenager. "He is our kingdom's Prince! How dare you toy with him?!"

Yuuri finally caught up to Murata, panting and heaving in the process. Sara, realizing the potential situation of Yuuri losing his trust in him at the sight of Wolfram being controlled, undid his spell in the blink of an eye, causing the poor Prince to collapse to the floor.

"Wolf!" let out the Maou as he ran towards the crumpled form of his fiancé.

Yuuri gently cradled the blonde's head onto his lap and softly tapped against the side of his face, in hopes of waking him. In the mean time, Murata glared evilly at Sara who, for once, seemed to be a little bit scared with the sudden turn of events.

The Prince slowly opened his eyes, and was greeted by Yuuri's beaming face. He half-sat up, leaning onto his elbows for support, and scanned the room until he settled his sight upon the blonde King.

"Wolf! Are you alright?" inquired the young Maou to his first soldier.

Wolfram broke contact with Sara and stared back at Yuuri instead. His dark green eyes, shining deeply and somewhat enlarged. He cocked his head sideways, his mouth slightly agape, and dropped a ton of bricks onto Yuuri.

"Who are you?"

The End!

Author's Note:

OMG. I finally finished it XD I would have never thought that it would have been sooooooo long to write the second half of the story XD Well, as you can see, there is going to be a 3rd part ... I had to split the 2nd chapter in two because it was just way too long XD

I'm very soory for the late update but, I've been balancing a million things all at once (please, don't do like me XD). Anyway, I hope the wait was worth it :P

Feel free to comment! Concrit is always welcomed :D

S.K.

P.S.: The next part will be the conclusion so, that's where you'll get to see the long await SaraYuu interaction :P Yuuri has to restore Wolfram's memories but, what exactly those Sara want in exchange for his friends soul? Find out in Eclipse, the final part of the saga.