Disclaimer : I do not own Kyou Kara Maoh !

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Warning: non mutual-consented kiss from OC.

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Yuuri and Sara had visited an old woman, living in the confined location of the city. She reminded him of the cliché of the witch that he'd seen on TV. However, apart from her dark expression and ragged clothes, her attitude was so genuinely polite that Yuuri would have mistaken her for a courtesan. Put at ease, Yuuri calmed down and listened to her with attention. He seated in front of her, in a large sofa, the bench made with red velvet and waited with a smile. Sara came to sit by him, always smiling. She sat behind her napkined desk.

"Good afternoon, young kings," she said delicately and turned towards Yuuri. "My name is Elleda. I come from a very long lineage of witches and mediums. Like them, I've been able to see the future. I think you came here to hear what I have in mind for you."

"I hope it is in coherence with the legend," Sara replied with a content smile.

"What legend?"Yuuri asked, surprised. Elleda smiled and answered:

" 'When the dark-haired king coming from Earth comes to reign in Shin Makoku, he will unite his powers to the second more powerful king existing in this world. Through their union, their powers will also join together. Peace will be assured and new prospering times will flourish after too many years of wars and distrust.' Sara is this second most powerful king in our world, you are the dark haired and eyed person we've all been waiting for."

Yuuri felt his lips turning into a laughing grin. He bit them before, not holding it anymore, he started a hearty laughter.

"No, I'm sorry but...Are you serious?"

"Why wouldn't we be?" Sara asked. Yuuri looked at him and wished he hadn't been so dismissive. For a fraction of a second, he saw the hurt in his friend's eyes. Now feeling like he had been the biggest idiot ever, Yuuri scratched his head and reprised a more serious demeanour, setting his gaze towards Elleda who was smiling, comprehensively.

"You're doubtful, aren't you?"

"It's not that...But how...how can it be possible? I can't believe t-that it must be true."

"All the legends and prophecies written four centuries after Shinou's death had proven to be true with the help of time. It had announced the birth of three sons, born to the same mother but different fathers, who would advise the most powerful king ever...that is to say, you. It also foreshadowed the terrible wars opposing men and demons. Why would it not be true for you and king Sara?"

"I still have hard time believing it."

"Then I think you should see the truth yourself. You'll see that I'm not lying."

She held out her long hands towards Yuuri. He looked at them, blinked and swallowed the lump in his throat. He looked back at Sara. He was smiling, without any trace of mockery on his beautiful face; a glint of hope tickled in his golden eyes. Yuuri gazed again at the witch, with more fear this time, his heart beating crazy in him. He finally seized her hands, unable to stop the trembling that had taken him.

It was a shock. Like a travel through electrical channels he was going into a projected picture that started moving. He saw Sara standing at the altar. Wearing white and gold, he turned to him. Never had Yuuri seen Sara so happy and gleeful. As he accepted his hand, the priest's blessing resonating from the distance, they exchanged a profound kiss. This kiss was a future kiss, something that was yet to happen... However, Yuuri couldn't deny its intensity; he felt his heart beating hammering quicker and quicker until he was projected the honeymoon.

The content feeling got stronger, as if everything was meant to be, at the top of these greenish rocks, the wind softly blowing, the sun rising, the peaceful landscape stretching before him and Sara standing beside him. Hand in hand they were contemplating their kingdom, the world they would rule together. And then, his fingers tingled, Sara's too. It announced their magic increasing and fusioning. He saw themselves stopping wars in just a few seconds, rendering deserts fertile again and people cheering them everywhere they were going. Yuuri couldn't believe the extraordinary good around him. There was no end to their powers...they were nearly invicible.

He turned around as they were greeting their people. He saw Gwendal, Conrad and Wolfram on their horses, the two big brothers smiling. Only Wolfram's expression was unreadable.

Jerked back to reality, Yuuri gasped for air.

"Yuuri...how do you feel? Are you all right?"

Yuuri breathed in and out at a slowing pace. Sara intently peered at him, curious. He rested a hand on Sara's shoulder.

"Yuuri..."

"Do you believe me?" Elleda inquired, tilting her head, worried.

Yuuri seemed still in shock.

"Amazing."

He had never felt so strong until he was there, as Sara's husband. Their powers, once united, would defeat any devil looming over their world, and his thirst for justice. No union would be better for everyone and the peace he was longing more than everything else.

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Wolfram tightened the knot of his bag and threw it over his shoulder, holding it firmly. He knew how to join Sarah's kingdom. No need to call for anyone else. That wimp...he was about to know how aweful it had made things, how terrible he had been towards him. Wolfram would give him a good earful!...and he would also apoplogize to him. How distateful his own behaviour must have felt for Yuuri for his own fiancé to break everything off and run away...Remorse clenched its claws around Wolfram's heart more than he could imagine. So much shame. The blond man closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, holding the pillar of the inner court by where he was passing by. It was no time to cry and to start another round of mopping and whining.

Yuuri was his priority.

He looked up. The sky was bright. Perfect weather to travel solo. The breeze added a certain freshness that he welcomed with enough serenity and gratitude. Turning around, he caught a glimpse of a high silhouette. He recognized Alexandrion. A look of worry was tugging at his handsome face. He lacked sleep, Wolfram knew.

"Wolfram...my captain."

"Hi, Alexandrion. I thought I gave you all a week off."

"I know what you're going to do. That's why...that's why I came to see you."

Wolfram turned his gaze towards the sky and sighed. He couldn't feel resentment towards his soldier and childhood friend.

"I have some time left before I depart. Why do you want to tell me?"

"...I know...I know you're going to search for his majesty. I guess...you...you are scared."

"I'm sorry but none of this is your business."

"I thought it was."

"Sorry? Excuse me?"

Alexandrion's body contracted as he tightened his hands into fists.

"All this time we've spent together, I thought you loved me, that you returned a bit my feelings...I was led on, Wolfram. You never talked about the king, you've never talked about your engagement, you've never paid him attention even when he was standing there, right beside us. He could have burnt in front of you, you didn't seem to care. I thought...I was the only one to matter. We were often together, Wolfram, so much that it gave me the impression you loved me and wanted me. So please, tell me. Tell me what you were really feeling when we were all alone, when we were walking and speaking by ourself and once you held my hand so hard I thought it was...meaning more?"

Wolfram was staring at the floor, ashamed. This gnawing sensation had come back, like a monster. He was shivering. How stupid he had been, with everyone.

"I'm sorry, Alexandrion but...but you were mistaken. My heart belongs to Yuuri. I've always loved him, I've never thought about being with someone other than him...I am to marry him and no one else. I'm sorry, it's my fault...I should have told you sooner, I should have behaved better with everyone. You didn't derserve to be led on. You are a good man and I...(he took in a profound inspiration)...I deeply care about you. I really, really like you. The problem is..."

The problem was that he had hurt Yuuri so much that he felt sick himself. Was all of this salvageable?...He shook his head; NO!, Yuuri couldn't possibly reject him. The last conversation they had together felt akin to some proof that indeed, Yuuri did care about them, about their engagement, that it had been an attempt to set things straight between them, to resolve the issue they had hurled themselves towards to...a proof that Yuuri wanted to understand and to save and fix their relationship before he ultimately and uniterally chose to leave and leave him, too. Wolfram felt a wrenching pang at his heart. An attempt that he had royally screwed up and swatted away. Yuuri had wanted to know whether something remained between both of them.

"I have to go back to him..." Wolfram let out. He had to let him know that he was sorry and that he wanted to be with him.

Alexandrion had stepped close to him. His heart was broken. He had always loved-and adored- Wolfram. From their chilldhood, he had always been in love with his friend. This was him, the now revered captain, that he had longed to belong to, to marry, to cherish and stay with all his life. Why did things turn that way?

"Wolfram...I can't believe it... I love you...please, tell me-tell me...you are lying."

"I'm not."

Wolfram looked up at him and his mouth shut as fast as it opened. Warm tears were falling down Alexandrion's eyes. He turned full body in his direction- but stepped back a iota-and said, remorseful:

"Alexandrion, please...don't cry...I'm so sorry...You shouldn't have...I should have been clearer for you." What could he say? He could barely look him into the eye. It made him sad that his dear friend was feeling so pained and cheated, but he couldn't do more, he couldn't promise him what he wanted. Because of his attitude, the whole castle was gossiping; he had given too much material to people about his private life and how much he had screwed things so carelessly and now things had backfired, dangerously. Moreover, no matter how much he wanted to dry Alexandrion's tears and hold him in a tight, comforting embrace...his priority was Yuuri. He glanced at the inner court. He could spot maids shuffling by and eyeing them with curiousness. No, he couldn't do that.

"I'm sorry, Alexandrion...I really, really like you...But I have to go. Yuuri is waiting for me. I have something...something to save."

He slid his feverish fingers on Alexandrion's trembling hand and lingered there.

"You have to take care of yourself when I'm gone. Please promise me."

"Good luck, Wolfram. I wish you well. You know where I will be. I'll be waiting for you."

He quickly leaned forward and kissed Wolfram's lips before going away. Wolfram went white as a ghost before quickly wiping his lips. This act...he wouldn't be able to forgive it. It was way too dangerous in this political and court society. This kiss was unwanted and in a time where he wanted to prove that he was loyal and the king's fiancé and only suitor, he couldn never allow anyone to touch him like that.

Never.

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Sara wants to marry me for this. I came here knowing he had some plans at the back of his head. Nonetheless, I wonder if there are true feelings of love for me, from him and if he wanted more than a political alliance.

Yuuri closed his eyes for a few seconds, frowning before opening them again.

You are more romantic than you'd like to admit, Yuuri. You can't marry if there's no love...Sara doesn't want anyone but you, though...

Saralegui approached Yuuri. Night had fallen calmly with no significant event. The castle too was quiet. Fire was burning under the refined-lined mantel piece and a soft glow coloured the otherwise dim big living-room of the blond king's private quarters. It felt warm and welcoming. By the gigantic window, you could admire the stars shining bright.

Yuuri had vaguely heard Sara and the door shutting softly behind him. He was looking at the fire, seated in the large violet sofa, hands on his lips as he was daydreaming.

"So...Yuuri...Have you thought about it?"

"I'm still-" he turned towards and startled. Sara was approaching, dressed with nothing but a silk robe that barely concealed the slender legs and arms; only the loose silk belt secured it and prevented it from showing everything. Yuuri looked away, feeling his face heating. His instinct was pushing him to call it a day and go back straight towards his apartment but his desire to remain polite glued him to his place.

Sara's perfume invaded his nostrils.

"You're still?" Sara repeated as he gracefully plopped beside Yuuri. He was so light that the seat barely sank under his weight.

"...I'm still thinking about it."

"Isn't it a beautiful prophecy, though? Peace for everyone, everywhere. No more war between human beings and mazoku. Two young and wise kings with everybody's best interests at heart. At least, we both practice politics with mindfulness and generosity."

Yuuri nodded, breathing with difficulty.

"It is a sweet dream."

"And so reachable."

"Reachable?"

"Yes," Sara smiled at Yuuri when the latter looked at him, worried. He sighed through his nose. "You know why, you remember the medium."

"We don't know if she says the truth."

"She does. We know everything she has predicted has been true. She's been verifed for ages, Yuuri. Other monarchs consult her. Why would she lie? She is not there to ruin us."

"You believe her then?"

Sara acquiesced delicately.

"I do."

"It's really difficult to take a decision like this."

"I know, that's why I give you time to think about this. I know you're sorting all these things inside this handsome head of yours."

"Thank you but, yeah..."

"But you must think wisely and selflessly. Your people- and mostly innocent people- deserve all the peace in the world; and you should act as a king, for them and for them only. Your feelings don't prevail here, Yuuri. I am a king too; I know what I'm talking about."

"You're right...You're a good friend, Sara."

And a beautiful one. Yuuri smiled at him quickly before looking back at the fire, and thinking about how those vivid flames reminded him of someone dear to him. He sighed and gasped when warm lips grazed his cheek.

"Good night, Yuuri. Sleep well."

Sara raised and went inside his adjoining chamber, to sleep.

"Yuuri, please, can you shut the door for me?"

Yuuri quietly got on his feet. Sara's door was indeed still lightly open. He knew the act was not innocent. He walked there, head down, staring at the marble ground. The fire cracking sound reached Yuuri's ears.

"Look at me, Yuuri."

Sara was getting into bed, his face bare from any glasses, his face pale with fatigue, his shoulder naked.

As he watched Yuuri, he smiled. For a moment, they remained without speaking just studying one another, waiting for a reaction? before Sara yawned and lay down.

"You can join me...but as you have a lot of work to do, I think you will go back to your bedroom."

Yuuri stepped back, because he was right.

"Good night Sara."

Yuuri closed the door and, slowly, walked back to his room, his head full of thoughts. Sara's perfume stayed with him all night and he didn't know if it was a good or bad thing. The only item that brought some sort of comfort was that at least, he stayed near somebody who understood his job and took him seriously. Sara fullfilled this role very well and if Yuuri didnt accept this marriage, he was afraid of losing this closeness, but mostly; this precious friendship. Sara was someone he wanted to have by his side...forever if the gods allowed it. He didn't want to lose him.