Wherever you shall go Chapter 2: Crimson Conclusions, a kyo kara maoh!/今日からマ王！ fanfic

Before you read this you need to read chapter one again because I wrote new stuff in it. I also edited it and erased the prologue, since it wasn't one, just the first part of chapter one so I merged it with said chapter.

I don't own Kyou Kara Maou, but I love it.

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The soul would have no rainbow  if the eye had no tear. -- Unknown

Wolfram looked behind him and saw no one. He stood up and trailed his eyes carefully around his surroundings; there was truly nobody there, or at least he couldn't see anyone.

"Wolfram!" The soldier twirled and noticed Yuuri running toward him. "Are you ok?" He asked out if breath.

"I'm fine." Wolfram answered frowning. He surveyed the red object on his hand again, he didn't know why, but it was making him feel uneasy.

Yuuri scrutinized his friend and decided something wasn't right. He took Wolfram by the shoulder and turned him around, inspecting every single spot on his body. After the third or fourth spin the gaze had become too intense for Wolfram, so he glared at Yuuri and walked a few steps back.

"I said I was fine!" He yelled.

"You don't look fine!" Yuuri countered.

"How the hell would you know?!" Wolfram howled.

"Because I'm looking right at you!" Yuuri shouted, walking closer to the reason of his anger.

"That doesn't mean you can't tell weather or not I'm fine!" The blond screamed.

"Yes, it does!" He bellowed as he took yet another stepped forward.

"No, it doesn't!" Hollered the prince as he too moved nearer.

"It does too!" The king bawled, his face inches apart from Wolfram's.

"Why?!" Demanded the boy

"Because I said so!" Noses touching, Yuuri screeched.

"You are a wimp!" Cried Wolfram.

"I'm KING!!" Yuuri barked.

"A WIMPY KING!!" The older teen retorted.

"Don't call m-!"

"Lord Wolfram, Your Majesty!!" The three guards were dashing in their direction.

They stopped a few yards away from them and were watching their superiors edgily. Yuuri noticed their looks and straightened, looking confused. Wolfram, on the other hand, had a red tinge in his face; he knew what does looks meant, and was grateful his king didn't.

"Are you all right, Lord Wolfram?" The tallest among the three asked, and after a moment of hesitation. "Is His Majesty ok as well?"

"We are fine." Wolfram said. He glared at Yuuri when he became aware of the fact that the wimp was most likely to disagree.

"Let's go, Yuuri." Wolfram declared after he saw the sky. "It's getting late."

The black haired boy looked up as well and decided his accidental fiancé was right, the day was starting to go dark.

The five of them headed back in silence. The fair-head's escort seemed to be angry at their ruler for some reason or another, the flaxen boy was trying to walk normally, hiding any discomfort he may be feeling, and the king, well, let's just say he was thinking about other things.

When they reached their start point Wolfram felt irritation building up inside of him and he would be damned if he kept it in check.

"Yuuri!" The golden-haired royal looked daggers at his leader.

"What?!" He replied looking crossed. "I haven't done anything yet!"

"Exactly!" Wolfram shouted.

The dark-haired youth glanced around trying to find a reason for the boy's anger and only saw four horses resting. Ups. He had an idea about the other boy's anger, but maybe the blond would be willing to help if that meant going home faster.

The noble finished his scolding with a cold voice. "If you think I'll help you search for your horse, you are out of your mind."

Yuuri froze.

"I wasn't thinking that!" He yelled.

Wolfram's glare intensified as he sat down on a rock, his eyes never left the other boy's.

"Ok, maybe I did," Yurri started. "But I wasn't gonna ask!"

An elegant eyebrow was raised.

"Yeah! I know you got hurt, so…" He didn't finished the sentence, he knew what would happen if he did.

The noble sighed. His leg stung, he would probably get a huge purple mark by tomorrow morning; the rest of his felt body rigid. He glimpsed at his picket, if Yuuri went alone, it would be hours before he found Ao.

"Go with him." He ordered his sentries.

Reluctance showed itself in everyone's faces. None of them were willing to leave the temperamental youth alone, especially when he was bruised.

"It wasn't a suggestion." He stated with an edge in his voice.

The courtier was left alone in less than ten seconds.

He took out the earring and studied it. He raised it and viewed the red light reflected by it. It appeared to be some sort of jewel even if he had never seen it before, not that he was very knowledgeable about sparklers. Maybe his mother would recognize it.

The prince had been waiting for about fifteen minutes and his patience was growing thin at an incredibly fast pace.

"Idiotic wimp loosing his horse and then taking hours to find it. The moment he gets back I'm gonna fry him alive and then rip his body in tiny little piece. Yes, then he'll become food for the stupid horse he lost because he is a moronic wimp and he deserves it and so much more suffering for making me wait like this." He muttered under his breath.

If they didn't show up in thirty second he was going to send a flame message and order them to hurry. He finally smiled while he thought about it; he could still remember when Gwendal had taught him how to communicate with fire.

It had been before the war, when everyone was careless and at peace, Conrad had gone on a mission and Wolfram wanted to tell him how much he missed his Little-Big brother. The oldest son had insisted it was unnecessary and refused to help him write a letter. The blond child had potted long enough and the dark-haired man had finally agreed, but he still has some pride left, so instead of assisting him in putting his pen to paper, he had educated him in the art of blaze correspondence.

It was a mess, not only was Gwendal an earth-wielder, he was also not known for being a tolerant man, resulting in a fed up demon and Wolfram not closer to mastering the technique. The taller man had almost given up in explaining how the flames flew at full speed to the destination his master had pictured and then formed words or pictures according to the purposed of said message when Yozak appeared out of the blue and taunted him into continuing the teaching. In the end, Gwendal repeated the steps to his younger brother slowly and waited for Wolfram to get it right. The prince surprised everyone when he succeeded in sending a small note to his mother in the other end of the castle. The queen had been so pleased she had ended up boasting about his genius of a lad, and caused her oldest son to frown and glare at a laughing Yozak, even if he was forced to admit it was impressive; he had not expected his baby brother to accomplish it, he was only hoping to shut him up.

Wolfram was awoken from his dreamlike state by the sound of approaching footsteps. He looked up to see a meek-looking Yuuri holding the rein of his dark horse and his guards walking behind him either looking diverted or annoyed. The blonde boy raised an eyebrow.

"What did you do?" He directed his question at his King.

""Why do you always assume I did something?!" He squeaked with indignation.

"Are you gonna say you didn't do anything?" He asked. Now both of his eyebrows were lifted. "Because I'm sure they'll disagree." He pointed at his sentries with his head when he spoke.

Yuuri looked nervously at the people behind him and gulped; he was sure they'd listen to Wolfram instead of him.

"It doesn't matter." He said at last. "Let's go home before it gets dark."

"Such a wimp, retreating so easily." Wolfram whispered low enough to look like he was talking to himself, but with certain volume Yuuri was able to hear.

"Hey!" The King exclaimed. "That's not fair!"

"But it's true." The guy in need of temper-management lessons said as an arrogant expression formed on his face.

The human half-pouted, half-glared at the arrogant boy, making the before mentioned demon smile even more.

"Whatever," He articulated looking away. "Let's go."

Wolfram mounted his horse slowly and still managed to get ready before Yuuri. They waited for their ruler to finish and tuned they way they had come from.

The five habitants of The Demon Kingdom headed to the castle at a lazy pace, because even though they knew it was getting late, they were still tired and had no desire to hurry.

By the time everyone got to the castle, both princes, the princess and the tutor were worried.

"Wolfram! Yuuri!" Greta yelled as she walked to the castle gate.

The blonde jumped gracefully down of his horse and waited for Greta to reach him. When she did, he lifted her up and placed her on his white mare. The child smiled and leaned forward putting her head just in front Wolfram's.

"You took so long!" She whined. "I was waiting for you."

"I'm sorry Greta, we lost track of time." The noble stated as he stroked the hair of the pouting girl.

Yuuri approached the two after giving Ao to Dorcas. He was walking slowly seeing as his whole body felt stiff; he didn't want to think about tomorrow. Once he was behind them he spread his arms.

"Come on, Greta," He said tiredly. "It's time to go to bed."

Greta twisted and jumped into her ruler's arms'. She wrapped her little appendages around his neck and leaned her head against his shoulder.

"Ok." She whispered against his collar.

They went inside the castle as the prince watched. He caressed his mount's neck, and leaded her towards the stables. Whilst he walked he thought about the day. The wimp had fallen as much as he had expected. He knew the half-human wouldn't want to train with him again, and even if the thought saddened him, his heart told him it was better this way. If Yuuri wanted space then he would give it to him without having to be asked; he did not want to make his love guilty. Since guilt was the only reason that could push the human into willingly spend time with him, or so he believed.

He opened the building's door and walked inside pulling his stallion along. Dorcas saw him and was drawing nearer when he received a death glare from the soldier. All of his guards had already dismounted and settled their horses in their places, and the helper, who was obviously the only one left, was about to flee considering the fear the blonde could see in his eyes. The noble loved this time of the day, when he could brush his steed and forget about everything else, relaxing in the peaceful atmosphere.

The man-at-arms left the place as soon as he could without seeming to be a scared cat. Wolfram sighed contentedly and began to take the chair off his mare. As soon as he finished he picked up a brush and commenced combing his charger.

"You were away longer that we had expected." Said a soft voice.

"That's your fault for assuming we'd get back at whatever hour you imagined, Lord Weller." The demon answered.

The warrior smiled kindly and walked closer to his younger brother while he glared at him. The teenager rolled on his heel, turning his back on the brunette.

"Everything went well." The brown-haired man articulated this not as a question.

Wolfram's eyed softened.

"Yes." He whispered at ease.

He looked behind his shoulder at the man he pretended not to consider family. The aristocrat felt too happy to bother with pretences. Conrad smiled again. He patted his back on his way out.

"You can go to the kitchen if you find yourself hungry." The warrior said. "Or ask one of the maids to bring it over to your room."

"Goodbye, Weller." He uttered without emotion.

Their relation had gotten better along the years. But the fire mage was too proud to call Conrad by his name. Although, considering Yuuri's influence, all signs pointed to a good relationship that promised to get even better.

The fire-wielder finished up and left the stables. He walked up the stairs of the entrance to the palace, and was surprised when it turned out to be a simple task, because despite having dark marks, product of a sensitive and ivory skin, he did not feel any pain.

He arrived at his and Yuuri's bedroom without having supper since he was real tired and extremely lazy. He opened the door and saw both his fiancé and daughter sleeping together. He was smiling when he closed the entrance and walked to the closet. Before climbing on the bed, he changed into his pink nightgown and right before he closed his eyes Greta snuggled close to him, making fall in a blissful dream with a serene smile plastered on his rosy lips.

The next morning was sort of peaceful.

"Yuuri! Wake up!" Wolfram shouted as he took the covers of the bed and pulled on them hard.

Yuuri rolled and shrank into a ball prior to a shiver that took control of his whole being. He opened an eye halfway and saw the blonde with his hands on his hips glaring at him. Greta was standing beside him with an entertained expression. She was spending way too much time with Conrad and Murata he thought absentmindedly.

"What…?" The king said groggily.

"Wake up!" Greta declared in a high tone. "It's already noon!"

"What?!" The half-human cried. "Gwendal is going to kill me!"

"Whatever," Wolfram pronounced carelessly while he waved a hand vaguely around. He paused after walking through the door and looked at the other boy. "Hurry up."

Yuuri jumped off the bed and hurried to the closet where he stored all of is uniforms, passing a tray of food on the way.

"Greta, can you go outside?" Yuuri asked with his clothes folded on his hands.

"Ok." She said "There's food on the table."

Greta closed the door on her way out and found Wolfram already on the other side of the hallway.

"You leaving?" She asked. "Aren't you gonna wait for Yuuri?"

"No." He answered shortly, and seemed to remember whom he was talking to be cause he decided to elaborate. "I have training today."

"Oh, Good luck!" She said.

She turned around when the door opened. Yuuri closed the entrance to his room behind him and smiled at the sentries. He looked around and frowned.

"Where's Wolfram?" he asked his daughter.

"He said he had training." She answered smiling. "He told me not to wake you cause you trained hard yesterday and we had breakfast with everyone and they asked us about you and Günter said you didn't love him anymore and Wolfram snapped at him and told everyone you were asleep and Gwendal frowned and Conrad was smiling and then Wolfram asked Gwendal to let you sleep in and Gwendal frowned more and Conrad smiled more and Anissina smirked and Wolfram blushed and I asked him why he was blushing and he blushed more and Anissina laughed and said love was beautiful and Conrad smiled more and Günter got teary-eyed and Gwendal's wrinkles weren't so many anymore and Wolfram was red and murmured something like 'I'm so glad mother is not here' and then he sat down and glared at everyone and everyone was smiling at him and than we had breakfast and then we finished we came to wake you up."

She took Yuuri's hand and leaded him to the dinning room while she hummed softly to herself.

"Wolfram taught me this song." She sang happily. "He is really good at playing the v-" She covered her mouth with both of her hands.

"Good at playing the what?" He asked his curiosity had been spiked.

"I promised not to tell, so I'm not telling!" She exclaimed.

"Ah, not even to me?" Yuuri asked hopefully.

"No." She said stubbornly, crossing her arms in a Wolfram-like manner.

She had been spending too much time with the blond as well the king mussed.

"Not even if I beg?" He inquired. He sounded a little deflated.

"No." She verbalized in a final manner. Her face turned mischievous. "But he might tell you if you ask him."

"Yeah." His expression matched hers.

They walked together the rest of the way in silence.

The blond soldier was training with Conrad in the courtyard. The war hero coached him once a week, since he was still young and could learn so much more, or so he was told. Wolfram was supposed to take classes with a few older demons that were humble enough to admit the half-human was better than them and considered being instructed by him an honor, but he was family so he had a few privileges; the dark-haired man would tutor him before the other group, while they waited and then he would school them together.

Sometimes Günter and even Gwendal would join them, but mostly they were always the same people training and watching. The students were always Conrad's guards, some nobles and few commoners, since the brown-eyed man made no distinctions between social classes and birthplaces. The audience, on the other hand, was always changing with Wolfram's escort being the only exception.

The Lord was sweating and losing, but not about to give up. He readied his sword and charged forward. Conrad dodged the strike and swung his wooden sword at his younger brother, stopping hairs away from his neck.

"Take a break, Wolfram." He said.

"No," The boy responded panting. "We're not… done yet… "

Conrad looked at him closely. The prince was panting hard, his shoulders and chest doing sharp up and down motions, the look on his face, however, was set in a determined and unmovable expression. The brunette sighed. Wolfram had decided not to quit and was not going to let himself be persuaded otherwise, even if he seemed more tired than usual.

"All right," The warrior relented. "But only once more. Then you will take a break."

The people gathered around were smiling and had a knowing air around them. They had seen this act many times. The little sibling would get stubborn and Conrad would almost always give in. It continued to surprise some, how the Lion who was always so strict caved in so easily when it came to the small lord, and sometimes even the King.

"Whatever." The noble answered.

He rushed forward again and attacked the older one. The half-breed's blade clashed against the other sword; the friction causing sparks. Wolfram jumped aside and assailed again. This time Conrad ducked and then struck at the blonde. The younger prince managed to block the assault, but staggered a few steps back. The more experienced warrior took the opportunity and lambasted the teen. The boy took a few blows before dropping his sword and falling to his knees.

Wolfram's breath was coming in sharp gasps. He blinked rapidly a few times; his vision was getting blurry. He saw the world around him darken slightly and felt the ground shift beneath him. Conrad rushed to his little brother when he witnessed him tumbling even closer to the ground. The soldier's forehead was almost touching the floor when the veteran took him by the shoulders and slanted him towards his chest; letting him rest there.

Wolfram distinguished the silhouette of the man embracing him before feeling a burning sensation spread throughout his whole body starting by his thigh, right where his pocket was playing host to a strange crimson object. He stiffened and his face reflected the pain he was sensing. The teacher felt his heart drop to his feet, like it had been forcefully pulled and held his brother a little tighter.

The green-eyed boy bit his lip to stop the cry that was forming in his throat and caused tiny drops of blood to slide down his chin before they gently touched his older brother's jacket. He gripped Conrad's arm and his back arched. The brunette watched his precious sibling as a silent scream formed in his mouth, right before he fell unconscious.

The man lifted him and ran through the crowd that had formed around them, heading to Giesela's office. He sprinted all the way to the place. He earned a few odd looks and ignored everyone, pushing out of the way all obstacles, alive or not.

He slammed the door open and found Giesela and Anissina talking. The jade-haired medic leaped off her chair and pointed to a bed in the corner. Conrad placed the boy gently on the bed.

"What happened?" She asked glancing at the male.

"I don't know." He said in an almost calm way. "He was fine, then he was not."

Anissina looked from her place on the other side of the room and grimaced. The blond was paper-white and barely breathing.

"Move." The doctor told Conrad.

Conrad nodded and strolled to where the inventor was sitting, She gazed at him for a few moments before turning to watch Giesela pouring healing magic into her patient.

"He was fine then he was not?" She asked without turning to look at him.

"Yes," He answered frowning.

"Think it was some sort of curse?" She inquired thoughtfully.

"I wouldn't know" He replied honestly. "I cannot sense magic."

"I know," She said finally glanced at him. "But didn't you notice any strange reaction from the others who where with you?"

He thought for a second and decided he didn't see any indications that the nobles around him perceived any evil spell, but he had been too absorbed in the spar to be sure.

"I didn't glimpse at any changes, but I cannot guarantee anything. " He stated.

"I see," She said. "Is he getting any better?"

Conrad didn't answer. When he realized she hadn't been loud enough to be talking to the lime-eyed woman he raised an eyebrow.

"At sword fighting, you mean?" He asked almost amused and still worried. "Yes, quite."

"Don't seem so surprised." She exclaimed smugly. "I know everything that happens in this palace."

Conrad would have chuckled had he not been so concerned.

"He's fine." The red-haired female said with confidence. "He's the king's fiancé after all."

"Yes, he is fine." Giesela stated as she sat down on a chair. "I don't know what happened but it stopped after I began diving him my healing magic."

"What does it mean?" He asked relieved.

"I'm not sure," She said looking at Wolfram. "But it wasn't magic. At least not any curses I know of."

That didn't help at all. If it hadn't been an enemy then something as internally wrong with the blond and Giesela didn't know what it was. Conrad walked over to the bed and sat on the edge. Wolfram was respiring normally and his face didn't look as pale as it did before.

"I think it's best for him to sleep in the infirmary tonight." The physician said. "Why don't you take him there later?"

Conrad nodded

"Are you sure he is well?" he asked.

"Positive." She said reassuringly. "It is like nothing occurred in the first place."

"Alright," He articulated as he stood up. "I'll look in anon."

Giesela smiled and nodded.

Conrad went outside and close the door after him, leaving the two women and his now sleeping brother alone.

Yuuri was signing papers while Gwendal explained the purpose of each and all of the documents, when Conrad opened the door and stepped inside.

"Conrato!" Yuuri exclaimed. "You've come to my rescue!"

Gwendal glared at the young King and made him cower and slide downwards a little.

"May I speak to you, Gwendal?" He asked his older brother.

The green-clad man nodded and looked pointedly at Yuuri, who gulped and flew out the door. Gwendal gazed at his brother and motioned to a chair.

"Do you have any news?" The brunette inquired.

"No," He answered and scowled. "But the Great Sage knows something."

Gwendal glowered even more.

"That boy loves to talk in circles." He said humorlessly.

"Indeed," Conrad agreed. "Did he say something about Wolfram's harasser?"

"A bunch of drivel I would say." He replied exasperated.

"And yet everything he says has an unusual way of being true." The younger male stated.

Gwendal nodded.

"Something about old enemies and mistaken identities." The blue-eyed man said at last. "And love in the air."

Conrad raised an eyebrow. That did not mean anything useful, but knowing the Wise Man it was probably all the information they needed.

"Wolfram fainted." He commented uneasily.

"Why?" The advisor demanded.

"I don't know." He responded softly. "Giesela said she did not recognize any curses, but…"

Gwendal nodded.

"One of your men and one of mine should be enough." He said after a moment of thought. "And tell the lookouts at the gate Wolfram is not allowed outside."

"He won't be happy." The warrior uttered.

"I don't care." He articulated shortly.

"All right," He said and stood up. "I will see you at dinner."

"Tell His Majesty to come inside." He called at the other man.

Conrad smiled and closed the door. He searched the hallway for Yuuri and found him leaning on one of the many windows.

"Gwendal said to tell you to go back in the room." The godfather said.

Yuuri looked at him and sighed.

"It' endless." He complained.

"I'm sure it's not so bad." The chocolate-haired man reasoned.

"It is!" He exclaimed raising his hands in the air. "He's getting back at me for staying with Wolfram the other day!"

Conrad chuckled.

"I don't think he is." He disputed gently. "Did you have fun yesterday?"

Yuuri stopped at the abrupt change of topic.

"It was awful!" He yelled. "Wolfram is so mean! I don't know how his students stand it!"

Conrad lifted and eyebrow.

"Stand it?" He asked.

"His training! It's inhuman!" He cried. "And he can make fun of you because he's doing it as well and he doesn't even sweat a drop!"

Conrad smile amused. He remembered someone telling him wonders regarding the discipline of Wolfram's soldiers.

"He is the teacher of the new recruits for a reason." He said.

"Because you don't want new members in the army?" He asked expectantly.

"No," He verbalized smiling. "To teach them to obey authority."

"Yeah," The boy replied with a voice full of sarcasm. Then his expression changed and he smiled as well. "I guess it works wonders even if you almost die exercising."

The King waved goodbye and headed to Gwendal's office. The affairs of State manager glanced at the boy. The Demon King sat at the desk and mentally prepared himself for a long time of boredom.

"Firm this stack of paper and you are done." The demon said stiffly.

Yuuri looked down at the documents and was surprised. The pile the man had pointed at was small.

"Only those?" The Sovereign asked uncertain.

"Do you want to sign them all?" He retorted.

"No," He answered quickly. "This heap is just fine."

Gwendal just grunted his reply.

In less than half one hour the King had finished endorsing all of the contracts and proposals in the mound. The man picked up the documents and placed them inside a drawer on the left side of the office.

"Get out." He ordered the youth.

Yuuri nodded hastily and ran out of the room. The advisor went outside after the King and strolled in the direction of the infirmary. He walked fast and glared everyone out of the way. When he reached his destination, he passed through the entrance without knocking and sought out his little brother. He found him half asleep on a bed with Giesela at his side.

"Wolfram." He called.

The blonde's eyes opened completely and he looked at the man who said his name. The doctor gazed at him as well.

"Brother," The prince asked. "What are you doing here?"

"How is he?" The demon asked the medic, completely ignoring the question.

"I'm fine!" He exclaimed.

Gwendal paid no attention to the outburst and continued to stare at the green-eyed woman.

""I would say he is indeed well, My lord." She said reassuringly. "A little exhausted."

"I'm not tired." The boy grumbled.

"What happened?" He asked with force.

The light-colored teen hesitated.

"I don't know." He confessed at last. "I just felt like I was burning."

"All of the sudden?" He inquired.

The young demon nodded and looked away, making his brother frown. Giesela smiled and leaned forward, touching Wolfram's forehead with the back of her hand.

"Your fever is gone." She said. "No harm was ensued to your body."

"I forbid you from placing a foot outside of the castle." The black-haired man declared in a way that left room to cero opposition.

"What?!" The youth yelled. "That's not fair! I haven't done anything!"

"It's not a reprimand, is a security measure." The male with blue eyes said.

"Still!" He shouted. "It's not like anyone is after me! And even if they were I can take care of myself." He crossed his arms stubbornly.

"Need I remind you about the incident last week?" He stared down at his brother, who looked away after a few moments. "What would happen if you fainted again?" He asked cogently.

"I'm fine!" He cried.

"Like you were before it occurred." He replied.

Wolfram pouted.

"But the winter festival is in a few days." He complained.

"And you are not attending." He concluded.

"Brother!" He hollered. "There are gonna be guards everywhere! At least let me go to festival!"

"No." He declared.

"But…" The emerald-eyes prince bit his lip. "I really wanted to go…"

Gwendal felt himself freeze. He thought his sibling looked extremely cute sulking like that. Giesela was smiling at the brothers' antics.

"Fine," He conceded. "Nevertheless you will be escorted by at let three guards, understood?"

"Three?!" He protested. "That's too many!"

"And you will be by the King's and Conrad's side all day." He bided.

"Fine." He groused.

The military man nodded.

"Take care of him Giesela." He ordered, and then his eyed shifted to Wolfram. "If I find out you tried to sneak out, you will be in great trouble. "

"I won't!" He said with pride, and after Gwendal was out of earshot he murmured. "Get caught."

Giesela giggled.

"I think you are healthy enough to get around," She told him. "But I still want you to sleep here tonight, just in case."

Wolfram groaned and rolled to his side, laying face down on the bed. He closed his eyes and sighed.

"I seem to be getting a lot of orders because of just in case scenarios." He moaned.

"That's your fault," She said without sympathy. "For worrying us so much."

"You're mean." The blond verbalized.

"No, I'm honest, My Spoiled Lord." She said teasingly.

"Whatever." He retorted.

"Dinner is in a few hours." She articulated fondly. "Why don't you rest until then?"

"Are you eating with us?" He asked.

"Why would I?" She inquired surprised.

"Because mother comes back today." He responded. "She would be pleased to see you there."

She smiled.

"Don't look at me like that." The pillow muffled his voice, because he looked away.

"Like what?" She asked with a tinge of joy.

"Like you really care." He said still not looking at her.

"Oh, but I do," She said even more tenderly. "And so do you, even if you are too proud."

He gazed at her; she was smiling caringly and something told him that even if he denied everything, she would still know. He smiled as well.

"Maybe…" He breathed.

"I'm sure you do." She said conceitedly. "And not only about your family."

He snorted.

"Yeah, right." He answered. "And you still haven't answered my question."

"If you are officially inviting me then of course I would like to go." She said happily.

"Then I'm cordially inviting you, Giesela von Christ," The woman's eyes sparkled when he said her name. "To dine with me and my family tonight."

He sat up on the bed and took her hand. The boy kissed it lightly and Giesela giggled.

"Do you accept my invitation?" He asked in an elegant tone. He looked quite charming with his head angled low and his eyes looking up at Giesela.

She stood up and bowed.

"With pleasure." She replied just as seriously.

Wolfram let go of her hand and grinned. Giesela laughed some more and softly smacked Wolfram on the head.

"What's that about Yuuri being a cheater?" She asked mischievously.

"What?" He asked filled with dignity. "That's differ-"

Giesela's laugh drowned almost every sound in the room, even the soft whispers of three maids that where hiding in the corner, three women that somehow were everywhere at once.

When Wolfram entered the dinning room, everyone but his mother was already seated and waiting. Even Giesela was there; she looked beautiful in a light blue dress. He walked to the table and sat down at Yuuri's left. The green-eyed woman was settled beside him. Greta was to the King's right, then was Conrad, followed by Günter and next to him was Gwendal. There was an empty seat between Anissina and the military man where the Ex-Queen was meant to be seated. And lastly, Murata was seated between the two women.

"Hey, Wolfram," The king greeted the blond with malice. "You're late."

"Mother's not here yet, so I'm not late." He retorted.

"You still got here after me." The ruler said stubbornly.

"So? You were early." The prince answered with an extremely annoyingly smug tone.

"That-" The double black countered.

"Oh! Everyone has changed so much!" A high voice exclaimed. "I have missed everyone terribly!"

Both boys jumped at the sudden outburst and glanced towards the door. There stood Celi in all her glory. In less than a blink of an eye she was standing in front of her youngest son, and with a sudden surge of strength, she lifted him and held him tight against her bosom.

"Oh! Wolfie!" She cried. "You look so beautiful! I bet you have a hard time getting people off your back!"

"Mother!" The fire demon gasped as he tried to break away.

"I sympathize with you!" She called out and let go of her son.

The flaxen teen fell on the floor and winced. When he opened his eyes he was graced with the sight of her mother squishing the life out of his King, while the others watched amusedly.

"Mother!" He yelled whilst he tried to pry the hyper woman off the helpless, suffocating boy. "You're smothering him! Let go!"

"But I'm showing him my love!" She called resisting. "Because he is always protecting you from those perverted harasser!"

"Mother!" She let go and blushed to the root of his hair.

The now blue and panting half-human was freed by the female as she turned her head to gaze at the other youth. She spun with the grace of a swan and hugged her child again.

"You must be so glad! Finally you can sleep peacefully!" She pronounced. "I can travel with a light heart knowing my little baby is under the care of The Demon King!"

Yuuri laughed nervously.

Cecile liberated her lad and proceeded to hug every person in the table.

"Giesela!" She exclaimed as she embraced the aqua-eyed woman. "It's so good to see you! You look amazing!"

"Thank you," She replied kindly. "I am glad to see you as well, My Lady."

"Oh, Hush," She said. "You flatter me."

The blond woman laughed merrily.

"Shall we eat?" She asked joyfully at the same time she walked around the table. "I'm starving."

She sat down and everybody waited for the maids to serve them.

Dinner had been going on for a while and the members of the royal family were holding pleasant conversation. At least so far the exuberant green-eyed lady had managed to keep her tongue in check, but as you know, all good things must come to an end.

"Has Wolfram shown you any new moves, Your Majesty?" She asked curiously.

All conversation in the room died as every skull in the place rotated to watch the King's reaction. The blond seated beside said person blushed and gazed intently at his meal.

"New moves?" Came the innocent reply.

"In bed of course!" She stated happily. "Because I gave Wolfie a really interesting book the other day."

There was an incredibly stiff silence as the King processed the words that just left his predecessor's mouth.

"What?!" The king shouted.

The black-haired man looked at the blonde but got no reaction other than slight stiffening of his shoulders. It seemed the prince's eyes where glued to the table, even if his face had no white spot left uncovered by a red tinge.

"Yes," She continued eagerly. "The book was quite useful to me in my younger days. And the best part is that it has a lot of pictures, so even you can utilize it, Your Majesty."

Yuuri glimpsed panic-stricken at Wolfram who had finally decided to return the gaze. The fair-headed eyes' were wide and his mouth a little open; terror was clearly spread all over his face.

"I never opened it, I swear." He whispered.

The king nodded numbly and shifted to look straight ahead slowly; he was staring at everything and nothing at all.

"You mean you have a book that teaches you how to fight while you sleep?" Greta asked with excitement. "I wanna learn!"

"I don't think you should be learning that kind of moves yet, Greta." The Great Sage pointed out with a smile too big to actually be considered one.

"But they are!" She pointed at the red teenagers.

"That's different." Giesela said not wanting to miss out on such a good opportunity to tease Wolfram and get vengeance on the King. "They have someone special to do it with."

The proud demon's eyes were huge. He was staring shocked at Giesela. He could understand the black-haired's need to bother him, but what the female was doing was called betrayal.

"Couldn't I do it with Wolfram? He's special to me." She tried again.

Amusement was taking over shock as the room observed the exchange. The only ones who didn't look entertained were Günter and Gwendal, but Gwendal's wrinkles were minimal and Günter was too worried trying to stop his nosebleed.

"It's not that kind of special." Anissina jumped in. "Besides, I don't think the King would like that, I'd say he'd consider it treason."

"Treason?" She asked innocently.

Greta was being utilized as a tool to torment the two boys, and Wolfram didn't like it; he could feel his temper rising inside.

Yuuri paled and grimaced.

He could not believe what was happening. Everyone was against him. And he could take it no longer. It was no joke. Wolfram involving himself in those activities was a serious matter they shouldn't kid about it, less when it was with another male or a child.

"Enough." The blonde said with force. He had seen Yuuri's face.

Everyone looked at him and silenced. Wolfram held the gazes without fear or anger, the comments didn't bother him as much as they did to Yuuri. The obsidian-eyed youth lifted his glass to do something with his hands.

"Yes, You don't need a book, you have experience on your side." The Great Sage stated severely, looking at the prince. "I'm sure more than a few would eagerly agree."

A loud spur was heard throughout the room. For the second time in the evening the Sovereign found himself looking with panic at the fair-headed demon. The boy had always been sure Wolfram was the hard-to-get type, but maybe he was wrong. The noble had sneaked into his bed on the night they met, after all.

"Don't look at me like that!" He shouted embarrassed at Yuuri. "He's obviously lying!"

"Am I?" Murata asked.

"Yes!" He yelled at the supposed-to-be-wise human. "Like I would just let anyone grope me!"

"But you'd allow someone to, right?" He said mischievously glancing at Yuuri. "As long as they were not anybody."

"Of course!" He yelled not even bothering to blush; it was true.

He stood up and walked out of the room infuriated. He opened the door and right before he went outside he stopped to glare at the Sage.

"And that's exactly why I'm letting you lay a hand on me!"

He slammed the door.

Ken chuckled.

"Whatever he could have meant." He said ambiguously.

"My, my," The queen said happily. "Such a temper."

"Yes, I'd say with a personality like that he'd have trouble fining love, but…" Anissina looked suggestively at the King.

Yuuri sensed the desire to tease in his friends and knew they wouldn't stop anytime soon.

"I'm… gonna check on Wolfram." He lied. "Good seeing you again Ceri, Bye."

He got on his feet faster than wind and ran out the door.

"So, I heard you and Günter were stuck on a closet the whole morning, I wonder what you did to pass time." A voice was heard before the door closed behind the speeding half-demon.

Wolfram sat down on a bench inside the gardens. From there he had a clear view of the flowery creations of his mother.

He sighed.

He was glad to see the queen again, but their encounters were always so tiring. He could handle everyday jokes, but whenever the blond woman was in the house, the most annoying of people would get together and complot against someone, and it usually was him.

He was told by them to grow up, but they weren't so mature either. And Yuuri! He had been so troubled, like the pure idea of Wolfram having sex repulsed him.

He sighed a second time.

Today wasn't his day. He leaned back and looked at the sky; it was already dark and a full moon could be seen across the heavenly night. The prince's eyes closed slightly, and just before they were fully closed a red shine on his side vision almost managed to catch his attention.

Wolfram's personality: Socially inept or extrovert?

Wolfram is written either as not a people person or as a guy who is followed by everyone. I think he is the later, not because I like him and want to make everyone love him, but for the simple reason that I've met individuals who are like that (Mean, selfish, impulsive and way too honest.), and you still like them and are drawn to them since they have some sort of spark, and I don't mean me as in inside my point of view, I'm referring to people in general.

Like Kyo of Fruits Basket and Kero from Card Captor Sakura, you know, the episode when he changes bodies with Syaoran and he's seen surrounded by a lot of people. They are really easy to tease ad missed when they are not there. Huge brats and you still like them.

I'm not making him perfect, but the anime does show us, in the few interactions the characters have with others besides the main individuals, that everyone is attracted to him.

Many people say he is shy and insecure on the inside, but I don't think he is. Because we never see him lamenting about his personality and when he describes himself to Gwendal, he shows us he knows himself perfectly well and is not self-conscious about it.

He is loud, honest and impulsive, just like Yuuri. But when the human is all those things in a cute and sweet sort of way Wolfram appears more like a pushy character.