A/N: I am sorry it took so long to update. I am stuck with work and had to sneak in typing this story when my boss in not around lol. This is the longest chapter I have written so far. I LOVED reading all your reviews so keep them coming please!

Pikeebo: Your analogy is deep, Yuuri is prejudiced because it's the Earth beliefs so we cannot really blame him. But I think he's slowly learning to accept everything.

AngelSachiya: Yes I am reading this (wink, wink). The anime did not really show that part, it was just mentioned by Conrad (snuck on the luggage compartment or something) on Episode 4 of Season 1 if I remembered it correctly. And oh, Wolfram did pop out of the closet in that episode when he was saving Yuuri from the pirates.

Snowywhite: I demand more punishments for Yuuri as well, believe me I will punish him more lol. I watch Season 3 in , hope this helps (",)

Eclst: Thanks for the review! I never thought this was deep, more on the verge of sappy for me because I want Yuuri to suffer lol

BlaiseAchilleas: Thanks for liking this story, I will try to update as much as I can.

Panda: I like the way you think, read on (wink, wink)

Morena Evensong: I really, really appreciate your review! Thanks for the comment, I must admit, my grammar is pretty messed up. I'll be more cautious on the next chapters. Arigato!

Finally, can anyone enlighten me on how the beta-reader thingy works? I've been on hiatus from for almost two years or so, so I'm kinda confused. My cousin used to beta-read for me but alas, her present schedule won't permit her to do so now. Any suggestion would be appreciated. Arigato!

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou aside from new characters I introduce in this fic, so please don't sue me!


Chapter 4

It was morning, rays of the sun peeked through the curtains of Wolfram's bedroom, waking the young prince. He yawned a little and got up from bed. He sighed, today is his last day at Blood Pledge Castle, all the things and people he had grown to love he will be leaving behind, all for the sake of sanity. He can't help but smile as he replayed the events that occurred yesterday, particularly last night. Had he been weak, he would have grabbed on to Yuuri and kissed him senseless. But he isn't like that, he's no coward. He already sacrificed a lot for the sake of the king; it's about time he learned to give himself a little love.

The door to his bedroom opened, he turned around to see his mother Lady Celi walk in accompanied by his two older brothers and his brother-in-law. "Are you sure about this Wolfie?" Lady Celi asked her youngest son.

"Yes Mother, my decision is final," he replied. He heard Gwendal snort while Gunter sniffed a little, the lavender haired man is obviously trying to stop himself from crying. It's this one time that Wolfram appreciated Gunter's weird gestures. Lady Celi sighed, "I guess I can't stop you." She went over to Wolfram and hugged him affectionately without suffocating him. "You do take after me Wolfie… don't forget to visit okay?"

Wolfram returned the hug, "Of course I won't. Do try to visit me when you have time as well." Lady Celi nodded, gave her youngest son a kiss on the cheek before leaving the room.

'One down,' Wolfram thought. He looked at Gwendal and Gunter and smiled. The couple moved towards him, Gunter gave him an affectionate hug while Gwendal patted his back. "Do remember Wolfram, you are still a prince, no matter where you may be, this castle will always be your home," Gwendal reminded. Wolfram nodded, "Alright, breakfast will soon be served," Gunter said, "Try to drop by and join us before you leave ne?"

"I'll try," he replied as the couple walked out. He sighed, 'That's three'. He looked over his shoulder and saw Conrad still standing a few feet away from him. He tilted his head and smiled at his brother, "What are you doing there Conrad?" The brown haired soldier cleared his throat, "Be careful on your journey. If you need help in any way…" Conrad's voice trailed off when he saw Wolfram approach him stopping just a few inches from him. "Ah well," Conrad gulped, "Have a safe journey I guess."

Wolfram laughed, "What kind of goodbye is that?" He opened his arms and said, "Come and give your baby brother a hug, Anuie," Conrad was shocked; the expression on his face unreadable, Wolfram shook his head and took the first step. He enveloped Conrad in his warm embrace; he felt his brother relax and returned the hug. "Do you really have to go?" Conrad whispered. Wolfram nodded and broke the embrace. "Even after Yuuri admitted his feelings towards you?"

"Yes," Wolfram replied. He faced his brother, funny, he never thought that it will be Conrad who would understand his feelings the most. He never thought that with all the stupid things and disrespectful words he hurled at the half-Mazoku; Conrad would still be there to comfort him. "I have to, for the greater good."

Conrad nodded, he never expected his brother to heed his advice, but he was happy that the young prince considered his words. "You still love Yuuri," he stated more than asked.

"It will be hard to forget, but I am doing the right thing," he smiled. "Besides, I think it's about time I give myself a little love. You know, think about what I can do for others instead of just following Yuuri."

"I guess it is worth the sacrifice huh?" Conrad asked, the blond prince nodded, "It is."

Conrad sighed, he hugged his brother once more and whispered, "Yuuri will be really devastated," he held Wolfram at an arm's length and looked him straight in the eye. "You do know that Yuuri will never let you go just like that, he may let you leave the palace but he will never make you forget that you were once his. He will do everything in his power to get you back right?"

Wolfram gave Conrad a boyish smile, then smirked, "Who says you can't have fun while doing the right thing?"

Conrad laughed, Yuuri may not be aware but it seems like Wolfram might turn out to be better at baseball than him. Unlike Yuuri, Wolfram got all his bases covered.


Yuuri can't help but feel that he had let everyone down. They were having breakfast and the usual lively chatter in the dining room is missing. Gwendal hardly talked to him, which is not unusual but Gunter being unusually quiet is definitely not normal. Lady Celi was just eating peacefully and not informing every one of the developments of her latest quest, even Conrad's smile does not seem to reach his eyes, and Greta, heavens! His eleven year old daughter is ignoring him.

Silence, this is beginning to look like last night's dinner. He swears he can almost see Yozak barging through the door announcing that Wolfram won't be able to join them for breakfast. 'Wolfram!' his mind screamed. Just then the doors to the dining hall opened and Yozak went in. He bowed at everyone and went towards Gwendal.

"Wolfram!" Yuuri shouted, standing up from his seat. "Where is he?"

Everyone on the table remained silent. It seems like no one wants the king to know where the prince is. Yozak sighed, 'These nobles are a bunch of whacks!' The orange haired warrior turned to his king, "I believe he is outside, getting ready for the journey."

'He's leaving without saying goodbye!' Yuuri thought angrily as he ran outside the castle towards Wolfram's private army. "Wolfram!" he shouted as he walked down the castle steps. He saw a group of people riding in horses and carriage moving towards the castle gates. Without stopping to think, Yuuri grabbed the horse nearest him, lucky for him it was Conrad's horse and sped off after them. Dorcascos too stunned and surprised at the turn of events merely scratched his head as he muttered, "How am I going to tell Lord Weller about this?" With a defeated sigh, he walked towards the castle to report the incident.


Yuuri is trying his best to follow, but it seems like the party is in a hurry to leave. He was left with no other option. "Stop!! In the name of Shin Makoku! I, Yuuri Shibuya, the 27th Maoh, command you to stop!" He shouted at his most commanding and loudest voice, the riders abruptly stopped. Yuuri smiled as he quickened his pace, 'Words are really mightier than the sword,' he thought but it doesn't sound right. 'Or something like that.'

When he finally reached the party, he was surprised at the scene before him. There were riders and carriages and market goods, but none of the questioning eyes staring back at him belong to Wolfram. The leader of the pack asked, "Heika, is there something you wanted to tell us?"

Yuuri blushed, "Ahm, I'm sorry, I just wanted to…ahm, give you my blessings for a safe trip," he finished, hoping against hope that the suggestion does not sound the least bit weird. Everyone smiled and thanked the Maoh for his kindness before they continued on their journey. The Maoh on the other hand had never felt so embarrassed in his whole life. With no other choice left, Yuuri steered the horse back towards the castle's direction.

Meanwhile, a group of nobles and commoners are gathered at the castle's main door. As Yuuri's luck would have it, these group of people are gathered to say their goodbyes to the person that the Maoh had been looking for earlier, Wolfram. The blond prince walked towards his horse and saw Dorcascos tending Conrad's horse, which looked a little tired. The soldier bowed at the prince and waved, Wolfram nodded in acknowledgement.

Wolfram looked at the castle one last time, hoping to see Yuuri emerge from the castle doors, but it remained empty. He looked at the people in front of him, his mother, brothers and friends. His eyes stopped at his adopted daughter Greta, who was trying so hard to fight her tears from falling. Wolfram walked towards his little girl and hugged her, he whispered, "Its okay to cry Greta, Papa won't be angry at you." At those words, Greta let the tears fall. "It's not fair Papa, it's not fair!" she whimpered, clutching on to Wolfram's clothes tightly, never wanting to let go. Conrad felt his eyes getting misty at the scene; he looked at the people beside him and saw that most of them are crying.

The prince did not let go until Greta's sobs subsided, he then took her small angelic face into his hands and wiped away the tears. "Smile for me Princess, I want to see you smile." The little girl tried her best to smile, Wolfram's heart tugged at the thought of never seeing that smile again. "Can I visit you Papa?" Greta asked, Wolfram nodded, "Of course you may Princess, I'll be looking forward to your visits."

Greta smiled happily, "I promise to visit you often. Promise you'll visit me as well?" Greta asked, holding her pinky finger up, Wolfram nodded and clasped her pinky finger with his own. "I promise," he replied, pulling his daughter again in a hug. This time, Lady Celi, Conrad, Gwendal and Gunter enveloped the two in a group hug. Tears fell freely on everyone's eyes. When they thought that they can cry no more, they released Wolfram from their embrace. Wolfram got on to his horse, and without making a backward glance rode towards his new life.

Yuuri saw everything from his position, he whistled and Kohi brought him down just outside the castle gate. He leaned on the wall as he waited for Wolfram's party to cross the gate. Knowing his fiancée well, he knows that the blond prince would stop for a moment before totally leaving the palace. Replaying the events he saw earlier, he can't help but feel sad at the thought that he is the reason behind everyone's tears. His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of hooves coming to a halt. He saw Wolfram look back at the castle and sighed, Yuuri's heart constricted in pain at the possibility of not seeing the Mazoku for a long time.

He saw Wolfram sighed and signaled for his men to resume their journey, 'It's now or never,' Yuuri thought as he took a step to reveal himself, "So you're leaving without saying goodbye huh?" He asked aloud causing Wolfram to stop in surprise and pull on his horse's reins a little too hard. The white horse, unaccustomed to such unsure actions from his master became frantic and bucked. Wolfram fought to keep himself from falling but it was too late. The shouts from his men and Yuuri frightened the horse more; Wolfram lost his grip on the reins and felt himself fall.

Yuuri didn't know where the strength and speed came from, but wherever it did, he was happy he moved fast enough to catch Wolfram. His heart was beating so fast that he thought he's going to faint. Wolfram slowly opened his eyes, his heart like Yuuri's is beating so fast and he is certain it wasn't due to the accident. He is a hundred percent certain that the fast heartbeat is due to the person currently holding him in his arms. Yuuri sighed in relief when Wolfram opened his eyes, "Are you alright?" He asked while helping the prince stand up. Wolfram nodded.

"Good," Yuuri exclaimed, "coz I need to tell you something and I need you to be sane and not traumatized." Wolfram looked at Yuuri quizzically; the double black king smiled goofily and turned to Wolfram's private army. "I would need to borrow your commander for a while," Yuuri said before taking Wolfram's hand and pulled him hastily into an area where they could talk in private.

Yuuri stopped when he was certain that they were out of eyesight and earshot. He turned around and faced Wolfram. Silence ruled the air as the two men looked at each other. After a few moments, Yuuri raised his right hand as if he were going to slap Wolfram's left cheek. The blond prince closed his eyes as he prepared himself for the sting but none came, instead, he felt Yuuri's right hand caress his left cheek lovingly. Wolfram opened his eyes, his green eyes full of question as he met the Maou's loving gaze.

Yuuri smiled and said, "I wish I could fix everything with a simple slap, but I can't." He pulled Wolfram close and enveloped him in his arms. "I have been hurting you for the past years and I think that is enough, you deserve better." Wolfram sighed, letting Yuuri's warmth envelope his aching heart. "But that doesn't mean I cannot do anything to heal the wounds I have caused," Yuuri continued.

Wolfram felt Yuuri sigh deeply as if trying to stop himself from crying. "Forgive this stupid wimp for being insensitive and dense. I will prove to you that I can be worthy of your love Wolf, just you wait," he held Wolfram at an arm's length and looked him straight in the eye. "I am a mess right now, but I will eventually fix it. In time, we'll be moving towards the same direction, no more stepping back," Yuuri stated with conviction. "When that time comes, I will look for you."

Wolfram smiled, it wasn't a lot, it might take a long time but it was a start. "I am keeping my eyes on the prize Wolf," Yuuri said, "it is not yet lost, so you better take care of yourself." Yuuri took a step forward and planted a chaste kiss on the blond prince's forehead. Wolfram shivered a little at the gesture, it took all his willpower to turn around and mutter his goodbye to the king.

Yuuri smiled at Wolfram's discomfort. He heard Wolfram mutter a soft goodbye before walking away from him. "Hey Wolfram," Yuuri called after the prince, Wolfram stopped walking. "No goodbyes Wolfram only see you later."

The blond prince did not reply, instead he continued walking towards his private army, a small smile painted on his face as he repeated the promise that the young king made, 'No goodbyes Yuuri, only see you later.'


Yuuri yawned as he placed his seal on the last document on the pile that Gwendal gave earlier. He massaged his neck and slowly exercised his aching hand. He had finished his Maoh duties early due to no interruptions. He smiled as he looked outside the window, everyone in Blood Pledge is busy at the moment, preparing for Greta's coming of age party. Gunter and Lady Celi took it upon themselves to organize the event, knowing full well that Yuuri cannot be trusted with such responsibilities.

He laughed a little as he remembered seeing Gunter looking like a drill sergeant, ordering the maids and soldiers helping out with the decorations. He looked a lot scarier than Gwendal when he's busy and frantic. He remembered that he tried to crack a joke earlier but was reprimanded by the lavender haired advisor.

Yuuri shook his head at the memory and stood up. Five years have already passed after Wolfram left for the Bielefield lands. Five long years since he last saw the blond Mazoku, five long freaking years! Yuuri sighed; with the ongoing war against Big Shimaron he never had the chance to visit Wolfram. His Maoh duties deterred him from enjoying such luxuries. The only news he had regarding the Mazoku came from Greta and Lady Celi, who never failed to visit the blond prince whenever they have the chance.

According to the two, Wolfram hasn't changed much appearance wise, but he's matured a lot since leaving the castle and taking over his family's territories. Greta never failed to update Yuuri of her visits to her other father. He heard that Wolfram is well-loved by his constituents, nobles and commoners alike. The prince has also taken it upon himself to build alliances with other nations close to his territories in order to help Yuuri maintain the peace within the Demon Kingdom. Gunter even praised the blond prince's diplomatic skills.

However, not all news is happy. He remembered one night three years ago, Greta went back to Blood Pledge Castle after three days of just visiting Wolfram. The girl was frantic and crying. Yuuri comforted his daughter and asked her why she suddenly cut her visit short. Greta explained that Wolfram sent her home to ensure her safety.

According to her, one of the border countries under Wolfram's command was attacked by Big Shimaron. The small country needed its master's help that's why Wolfram decided to lead the battle personally. He also sent a pigeon mail to Gwendal for reinforcements. Yuuri remembered how scared and worried he was for Wolfram that day. He felt as if his heart plummeted to his feet. It did not help that Gwendal led the reinforcements for the Bielefield lands, it only made things worse than it looked like. The attack lasted for almost three days, Yuuri feared the worst. News that were coming to the palace are almost the same, that Wolfram's army was outnumbered and that the small country was totally devastated.

Yuuri's fear for his beloved's safety was extinguished when he saw Gwendal's army return to the castle. He was so anxious to know what happened to the blond prince that he managed to outrun Gunter in welcoming Gwendal back. Never mind that he looked really stupid and pathetic as long as he knew Wolfram's current state. Yuuri can still remember how he sighed in relief and hugged Gwendal for the good news he had brought back. They were able to drive the enemies away; Wolfram is alright with just a few scratches.

The victory that the Bielefield heir brought for the country on that year increased the number of human and Mazoku ruled countries vying for an alliance with Shin Makoku. The promise of security and devotion that the blond prince had shown for those under his care made the other countries realize that they can count on the Demon Kingdom in their most trying times.

'Five years,' he smirked, 'who would have thought that Little Lord Brat would become Mr. Congeniality during those five years?' His hand grabbed the scroll that came from the Bielefield lands. It was Wolfram's letter to Greta promising her that he will definitely attend her coming of age party. "Five years," Yuuri smiled as he picked up the framed photograph on his table. The photo was taken by his mother when they went to Earth to retrieve one of the forbidden boxes. His gaze lingered on the snotty blond prince giving him a headlock, "I think we waited long enough, Wolfram."


The party is in full swing, almost every noble in Shin Makoku and its allied countries graced the occasion with their presence. Everywhere Yuuri turned; people are greeting him or talking to him. Members of his family from Earth are present as well. Yuuri sighed as he took a seat. Everyone turned up for the occasion except for the one person he was looking forward to see once more.

Conrad grinned when saw his godson looking at the castle doors for the twentieth time. He knows that Yuuri is still waiting for his brother to arrive and he also knew that said brother will be late, but he chose not to tell him. A hand tapped onto his shoulder, he turned around and saw Yozak.

"What's the count?" the orange haired warrior asked.

"Twenty," Conrad replied. Yozak grinned, "He's anxious to see him huh?"

Conrad was about to reply when he saw Greta stand up from her seat and walked towards Yuuri. She whispered something in his ear that made the king brighten up and stand. Yuuri offered his arm to his daughter and they started to walk towards the castle's main door.

"I bet you twenty pieces of gold, Yuuri's gonna faint,' Yozak challenged his friend. Conrad laughed, "Make it 30, I know he won't." Yozak and Conrad grinned as they followed the pair.

Meanwhile, Yuuri's hands are shaking, his insides a mixture of butterflies and clouds. He is shivering from delight and anxiety as he waited for Wolfram's carriage to arrive. Greta gave her father a light pat in the back, "You look great Daddy, don't worry." Yuuri smiled at his daughter gratefully as Wolfram's carriage stopped in front of the castle steps. One of the soldiers approached the carriage and opened the door. Yuuri unconsciously held his breathe as the blond prince emerged from the carriage, dressed in an immaculate white pants/polo attire and blue trench coat.

"Wolfram," he said softly as he nervously took a step forward to greet the dashing newcomer. Yuuri let his eyes roam freely at the ethereal being in front of him and took note of the changes in his beloved. Wolfram's height didn't change much, Yuuri is proud to say that he is now taller than the prince by almost 4 inches. His slight built has somewhat improved, with a few muscles filling at the right places perfectly and his emerald eyes shone with wisdom and maturity.

"Heika," Wolfram greeted Yuuri with a slight bow. "Yuuri, call me Yuuri," the king replied. The blond prince smiled. 'Oh how I missed that smile!' Yuuri thought to himself, he was about to usher Wolfram inside the castle when he saw another figure emerged from the carriage.

"Uncle Seth!" Greta exclaimed happily as she threw herself into the arms of a blue-eyed, light brown haired man who is as tall as Conrad. "Greta-hime," the newcomer smiled, "You're so beautiful."

"Thank you," Greta said then turned to Wolfram. "Is this the surprise you were talking about Papa? You never told me you're going to bring Uncle Seth with you?"

Wolfram laughed at his daughter's question. "No, this is not the surprise I'm talking about," he replied as he winked at Seth over his daughter's head. "Yup, I don't really qualify myself as a good surprise," Seth agreed, winking back.

The secret gestures between Wolfram and Seth were not lost on Yuuri. 'Who the heck is this guy?' Yuuri thought angrily, 'How dare he wink at Wolfram like that!' Gunter sensed the king's anger and decided to step in. "Wolfram, you might want to introduce your companion to Heika," he suggested.

"Oh I'm sorry," Wolfram apologized, "Yuuri, may I introduce Sethridge von Crenshaw, my trusted advisor and childhood friend." Seth bowed, "It is an honor to finally meet you." Yuuri nodded slowly, 'Advisor and childhood friend.' His mind processed the information happily, he sighed in relief. "Why don't we all…" Yuuri started to say when another figure emerged from the carriage and attached itself to Wolfram.

Yuuri's felt a cold wave pass through his body as he saw Wolfram pat the figure's head and carry it in his arms affectionately. Greta squealed in delight as she took the burden from Wolfram's arms. Yuuri observed the figure in Greta's arms with a critical eye. It was a child who looks no more than 5 years of age, with wavy light brown hair fashioned after Wolfram's hairstyle.

Wolfram saw the king eyeing the child with interest. He smiled as he called Yuuri's attention, "Yuuri, I would like you to meet Rolf Alexandre von Bielefield."

Yuuri looked at Wolfram nervously, his brain flashed warning signs, "Von Bielefield?" Yuuri looked at the child once more, who looked at the Maoh back with big smiling emerald eyes, Yuuri suddenly forgot how to breathe. Wolfram nodded and looked at the child lovingly, "Yes, Rolf Alexandre von Bielefield, my son." Yuuri gasped, the words "My Son" repeating in his head as his world turned pitch dark.