A/N: I guess I have to say at one point that I don't own KKM or any of it's characters. Although I would not mind owning Wolfram Von Beilefeld, Mua haa haa haa haaaaaaa!

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Wolfram jumped out of the bed. "WHO THE HELL IS ANGEL? YOU FREAKING PERVERTED FLIRT OF A KING?" while staring down at what he had just read. With anger boiling inside of him he threw the diary to the floor coming to a halt in the middle of the room. A ball of fire raged in his hand. He was about to torch the diary when a he heard a soft knock at the door. The door opened slowly and Günter poked his head in.

"Wolfram is everything alright? I was walking by when I heard you screaming obscenities of our beautiful and majestic king."

"Just a bad dream Günter!"

"Was it bad enough for you to have a ball of fire lingering in your hand?"

At that moment Wolfram realised that he still had the fire ball in his palm, and much worse the diary was on the floor between him and Günter. He looked at the diary hoping for all hopes the Günter had not noticed it. Wolfram slowly walked towards the diary.

Günter in the mean time had already noticed the notebook on the floor. Noticing Wolfram's action he quickly made his way to the diary beating Wolfram to it.

"Günter give me back my notebook!" begged Wolfram as Günter turned his back to him. Wolfram tried to grab the diary away from Günter, but Günter raised it over his head out of the blondes reach. Wolfram made several jumping attempts to snatch the diary, but being much short he could not reach. While keeping the diary out of reach, Günter read the cover.

"Wolfram where did you find this, how could you? These are his majesties most private and beautiful thoughts. I have never been so embarrassed by your actions!"

Wolfram turned a dark shade red and was about to apologise when he was over come by another thought. "I am his fiancé after all. I need to know what he is thinking to better understand and protect him from all the flussies."

"That still does not give you any rights"

"Oh realyyyy? Would you not like to know what he truly thinks of you."

"I know his majesty will have praised me!"

With a smirk on his face, arms crossed over is peach night gown, he raised head, looked off to a side and said, "Oh so that is what you think. I suggest read the first page." While his left foot tapped the floor he looked at Günter, "Don't lie by telling me that you are not one bit curious."

"Well, the truth is, it is, its, YES, I am curious"

"Go ahead, sit down on the sofa and read the first page."

"I rather not!" Günter said in a high pitched voice.

Wolfram slithered up to Günter, bated his emerald green eyes, smiled seductively and said "Just one page won't hurt anyone. And, there is know need to tell anyone. It will be our little secret." he purred.

"Oh okay, just the one page. It will give a better understanding about our adorable majestic king."

Günter sat down on the sofa and started to read. "Oh his highness is so thoughtful in giving such a gift to our beloved king, I wonder what he means by being legal on Earth?" Wolfram did not responded but eyed him while he turned to the first page.

"His majesty does indeed have such lovely hand writing."

"Hurry up and read it!" Wolfram snares.

"Patience Wolfram, you do know it's a virtue?"

"JUST READ!"

"Okay, no need to get so huffy with me."

Günter beganto read. Several moments latter "What is an American Football Player?"

"No idea."

He continued to read. "Wolfram, a can bet with certainty that you did not like his majesty calling Lord Weller….what was is again…ah yes a Princely Knight."

"UMPH"

Günter continued to read quietly until "Well his majesty does have a valid point here. Conrad can not tell a joke if his life depended on it."

"I also agree."

Günter continued to read on. His eyes smiled with fondness, he blushed, and he sighed. "His majesty says such wonderful things about me."

Wolfram eyed Günter lifting one eyebrow "You haven't reached the best part yet."

Günter continued to read. His soft smile disappeared and a frown appeared on his face. "Flaky, he says I'm Flaky" He started to cry. "What ever gave him that idea?"

"Well let me see, how about this," Wolfram raised his arms above his head and said "YOUR MAJESTYYYYYYYYYYY" while doing an wave with his body.

"I don't do that!"

"Yes you do! And just finish reading."

Tear laden eyes returned to the diary. "Hum, Wolfram? Who's Angel?"

"Don't know. But when I get my hands on that cheating wimp, no one better be around if they value their life."

"Wolfram, I know what I'm going to say is very wrong, but maybe we should continue to read to find out who Angel is. I am really sorry to say this, but if he is seeing some one with out our knowledge his life could be endanger."

"Well, that is one way of looking at it. Now you have an excuse to invade you precious king's privacy. What you really want to do is find out is to what extant he considers you flaky."

"Very well I'll continue to read the rest out loud" Günter turned the page and gasped. "OH DEAR!!!"

"WHAT" screamed Wolfram. Günter looked at Wolfram with a fear in his face. Wolfram snatched the diary away and saw what Günter gasped about. The whole second page had only one entry. Drawn in red ink was an extra large heart shape with the following inside:

Y.S.

LOVES

A.F.H