[ Disclaimer ] I do NOT own Kyou Kara Maou

Summery: AU; Yuuri had always been apathetic; about everything...

THE FOLLOWING STORY CONTAINS MALE AND MALE RELATIONSHIPS AND OOC CHARACTERS! You have been warned.

With the sky blue and white, fluffy clouds hung all around, drifting across the sun, it was a beautiful spring day. The breeze was warm as it blew across the two teens on the roof, both silent and still as a statue. As if in sped up slow motion, Yuuri had turned his head to look at Wolfram with wide eyes at his question.

"I've met you before, haven't I?"

That was the question he had asked. Yuuri couldn't find it in himself to stand and walk away, he remained there, frozen between the fence and the body that seemed all to close. The blonde didn't say another word, only waiting for the boy in front of him to say something.

Yuuri didn't know what to say. He felt they had met before but he couldn't remember and he couldn't say that to Wolfram without having him think he was crazy or obsessed. He then decided to be as close to the truth as he dared to get.

Narrowing his black eyes, Yuuri looked away. "I don't remember." He muttered, moving to stand and leave this whole situation. Black eyes widened at the sight of an arm blocking him from his exit. Before Yuuri stood, Wolfram extended his hands to grasp the fence, effectively trapping the double black teen in his place, diminishing his chance for escape.

Yuuri looked back at Wolfram, anger clear in his eyes. Wolfram blinked in surprise before smirking. "Mitsu-san told me your apathetic, yet you seem to have emotions." The blonde didn't give the boy a chance to reply, not that Yuuri was going to. "I don't remember either," Wolfram breathed, his emerald eyes never wavering from Yuuri's, who in turn didn't try to look away. "But I know you."

The gentle call of the chime ending lunch sounded three times, but neither boy moved, turned away from each other or said anything. The last thing Wolfram had said had struck them both somewhere deep inside, and both knew it.

"AAAAHHH!" Emerald eyes, hazed with sleep, opened to the sight of white, the curtains above the bed. It was moving, as if blown by wind but the windows weren't open. Looking over to where one of the four sections of curtains hung, Wolfram saw his fiancé and king hanging off the bed with his legs entangled within the fabric.

"Wimp." Wolfram murmured while helping the boy from his self inflected trap. "Do I want to know how you ended up like that?" Yuuri muttered something that sounded like 'shut it' but Wolfram ignored it, helping Yuuri back onto the bed to get his left foot out of the curtain. "You're the one who pushed me out of bed."

Yuuri found himself under the fluff of a large white pillow, Wolfram up on his knees holding the pillow gently on the kings head. "Not my fault you can't lay still." Yuuri cried out laughing, pushing himself onto his knees, taking the pillow from his lovers hands.

Taking the edges of the pillow, Yuuri pushed the fluff onto Wolfram, nearly encasing his chest and forearms with the pillow. Yuuri pushed the blonde back onto the bed, leaning over him with a wide smile on his face, his arms on either side of Wolfram, keeping the pillow trapping him. "Yuuri!" Wolfram tried to pull his arms free but wasn't that lucky.

"That's my name," Yuuri leaned forward, his eyes dancing. "Cry it out." Wolfram blushed red as Yuuri captured his lips in a loving but passionate and heated kiss.

Yuuri fought the urge to look away. Of all the times of his imagination to run away with him it had to be just then! Luckily, Wolfram had no clue, save for the fact Yuuri shifted uncomfortably, his wide black eyes locked onto Wolfram's.

The blonde tightened his hold on the fence. "What the hell…was that?" Yuuri wanted to know the same thing. They both could feel the touch of the kiss, as if they were still kissing each other. If Wolfram had seen, or lived, whatever they had seen, then it wasn't Yuuri's imagination. But why were they…

"Explain!" Wolfram demanded, his voice sharp. Just like his eyes. Yuuri pressed himself against the fence, trying to fuse together with it in fact. Anything to get away from the fire in Wolfram's eyes. Shaking his head, Yuuri averted his gaze off to the side, looking up at the sky. "I don't know…I thought it was my imagination before…" He looked back at Wolfram. "But if you saw it too, then it isn't."

"You image us like that?"

"NO!" Well now… "No." Yuuri sighed in relief when Wolfram removed his hands from the fence, allowing Yuuri to leave… if he wanted but instead, Yuuri reached for his school bag and pulled out a large, thick purple notebook.

"What? This is no time for school work -" Yuuri glared before shaking his head. "Then what is it?"

"I told you, I thought they were just imaginary but now I don't think that's the case. Just look this over, maybe something will catch you." Wolfram stared at Yuuri for a moment longer before looking down at the notebook. It was thick and looked well used.

He wasn't really serious…was he? But then…what he…what they had seen… Wolfram reached for the book, only to stop short as the metal door opened suddenly.

"There you two are! Class began fifteen minutes ago!" Wolfram turned towards the source of the voice, who was she? He recognized her from their class but hadn't learned her name or even spoken to her let alone gone near her.

Yuuri leaned to his left to see, Student Council Vice President, Akiko Maiya, she stood with one hand on her hip and the other on the doorknob. She had shiny golden blonde hair that was pulled into two twin pigtails on her head that reached her shoulder blades, her bangs the only hair she had down.

Chocolate brown/red eyes narrowed. "You two are already so late! Any later and you'll be in serious trouble!" The two boys picked themselves up, Yuuri tucking his notebook into his bag, and followed Akiko down the stairs to the hall.

All the while walking to their class, Akiko preached to them on how good students follow the rules and don't sneak off no matter the reason. "I can't believe that on your first day you would try skipping class! And Yuuri! I can't believe you encouraged him! Who's idea was it anyway? The roof is off limits when no teacher is there!"

"Akiko, I left at lunch, I needed to be alone." Yuuri breathed, his dark eyes watching her as he spoke, the he looked back to the hall. Akiko stopped dead in her tracks while the two boys walked on past her. Her brown red eyes wide, locked onto Yuuri.

"Yuuri…you…" sound annoyed. And his eyes were narrowed with a spark in them. Emotion! Akiko immediately ran up behind them and captured Yuuri into a hug, her head on his chest, her arms around his ribs. Wolfram blinked in surprise, taking a step back before the girl ran him over. Something, like fire, sparked up his spine and he felt the desire for Akiko to get away from Yuuri.

Walking over to them, Wolfram pulled Yuuri by the arm from the others grasp. "We have to get to class, remember?" What Wolfram had just done had been an impulse he never knew he had, something had just commanded his feet and hands and soon, he was dragging Yuuri towards their class.

Yuuri noticed the tone in his voice but chose to say nothing, it seemed so familiar. Akiko nodded after blinking in surprise at the sudden loss of Yuuri in her arms. "What's with him?" she murmured softly to herself while she watched the two walk in front of her. Wolfram had glared at her hugging Yuuri and he had even clenched his hands into fists as if restraining himself.

The two had just met, barely knew each other but…they had been so close on the roof top and when they looked at her they had been blushing red and kept really quite…Akiko stopped walking as her thoughts trailed. This couldn't be happening! "No! No! No!" Akiko shook her head, hands on her cheeks with her eyes clasped shut tightly.

The two boys turned in time to see Akiko right behind them with her eyes narrowed and a faint blush on her face. Yuuri looked at Wolfram who looked back at him, neither had a clue until she spoke up. "How dare you two! The two of you just met!"

"What - "

Akiko cut Wolfram off without thought. "I can't believe you would take advantage of him! He's shy and innocent and so I know you did something!" Wolfram took a step back, a look of shock and complete confusion on his face. Eyes wide and mouth open slightly, he tried to come up with something to say but was lost to what Akiko meant by anything she said.

"Akiko! It wasn't - " Yuuri stepped between the two, knowing how Akiko got when she jumped to conclusions without any facts.

"And you!" She pointed to Yuuri, cutting him off. "I don't care what it wasn't! Just because your father acts this way doesn't mean you should be like him!" Yuuri sweat dropped with his hands in front of him in mock surrender, a weak smile on his face. Akiko took note in the un-apathetic expression.

Father? Wolfram looked at Yuuri then back at Akiko, who was his father? And why did Akiko act as though she knew more about his dad than anyone other than a wife should?

Akiko stopped then to pull them by their ears off to class making quick work of getting back. "Glad you could join us." The instructor announced as the two previously missing boys entered. "Thank you Maiya." After apologizing, Wolfram and Yuuri took their seats without a word, still slightly in shock from Akiko's speech.

Wolfram still wasn't sure what she had been yelling for but from what he understood, she believed he and Yuuri had been doing something sexual together on the roof. Not that what they had seen hadn't been close, but it still hadn't been them…not really anyway…had it?

The blonde looked up from his reading to stare at Yuuri, who was one seat in front of him and the teen was looking out the window, even his book was shut. Was he thinking about what they had seen? What they had talked about? Or how Wolfram had reacted to the Student council vice president hugging Yuuri?

Wolfram lowered his head back to look as if he were reading it. Why had he reacted like that? Yuuri was free to hug whoever he damn well pleased. Wolfram didn't own him and he didn't care who he hugged or dated or kissed or…Wolfram growled to himself softly. That was a lie. He did care, about all of it, but he didn't know why.

If he could have, he would have glared holes into his book. Why? His life was just fine without Yuuri making it turn upside down. He had never acted so possessive before. It was all his fault. Lifting his head, he turned his glare on Yuuri. He didn't want anything to do with him. Not now. Not ever.

Yuuri kept his eyes glued to the sky outside rather than giving into the urge of looking back at the blonde who sat behind him. Yuuri hadn't meant for any of the days events to happen. Yuuri was sure Wolfram thought he was crazy. Who wouldn't? after what they had seen…together…that's right.

Wolfram had seen the scene too, but why? No one else had ever seen into his mind, so why had the blonde? How had he been in his head anyway? Telepathy? Yuuri felt the urge to hit his head against his desk. No. It hadn't been them reading each others thoughts, it was from each of them. Wolfram and Yuuri had watched the scene in their own mind.

Without turning his head, Yuuri glanced back at Wolfram. He was staring at the book the class was reading from. Was it really a memory? Did they, he and Wolfram, share a past neither of them remembered? Yuuri immediately wished his oh-so-smart friend was around but no, the damn guy had to be off learning his family business in Africa for the month.

One thing was for sure, Yuuri had to talk to Wolfram about it again sooner or later.

Akiko had taken her seat to the right of Mitsu and had waited for the teacher to begin the lesson before leaning towards the other. "Mitsu."

"Mm?" They made sure to keep their voices very low. "Yuuri…" Akiko looked around Mitsu at Yuuri before continuing. "He's changing…out in the hall he smiled…like he was nervous."

"He showed emotion!" Mitsu quietly exclaimed the best she could. Akiko nodded. It was true. This was the first that Yuuri held any emotion. The girls just hoped it would improve. Mitsu leaned over to Akiko, slipping her a note.

I believe Wolfram is the reason

The blonde girl shifted her red eyes from the thin piece of paper over to Wolfram, who was taking notes like a proper student. Could that be? Was Wolfram really able to help Yuuri?

A/N::: That's it for now!

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Ulrike: Or we'll have to kill off His Majesty Yuuri.

Me: *Nods*