Hey people! Here is the next update. It took me long, but it's pretty long itself. For some reason, I didn't know where to stop. I noticed also, that this story will be a very long one *sigh*.

I did research a little more, but didn't finish all the episodes again, so there will be room for error. Please inform me if there is. I like correcting my stuff. This time I even checked parts of what I wrote…

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou or any of its characters; else there would be a Princess Giureedi somewhere in the series engaged to Wolfram…hehehe

Summary: Now my story is getting a rolling start. Yuuri actually is about to find out the bad news...

I love fluff, and my writing style flourishes in depressing scenes. However, this fanfiction is supposed to be a happy and slightly funny, though it's hard for me to write in this new style. REmember, this is also my first AU, so I hope you guys stay with me :)

Chapter 4 start:

Wolfram sat in Gwendel's office, endlessly tapping his index finger, while reading a book on Calculus. There was an exam in a few days and he wasn't going to give away his position as role model student. Besides, he had to wait for that henachoko to get home at first, before he gave him another spanking. Gwendel had been extremely busy lately, and wasn't in his office, but he knew that the key was inside that stuffed animal Gwendel had proudly named "Ka-chan" and wrapped around the doorknob. It was kind of obvious.

Finished reading the last chapter, Wolfram looked at his phone: Yuuri should be home by now. He quickly grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a note, which described Yuuri's current situation, and telling the manager not to worry. Then, he grabbed the key from the desk, locked the door and hid it back in its previous place.

On the way to the parking lot, the blond looked through different doors, making sure everything was alright to report to his mother. He sighed. What would he give for a manager who would do all this for him? But no, Conrad had to decide on joining the paperwork section, therefore disappearing from the face of the earth in paper, instead of helping his brother out.

When he had first started almost every reporter had asked him why he didn't have a manager despite being that famous. It's not like he did not have one. The problem was, that his manager was utterly useless. Gϋnter was obsessive about Yuuri ever since he set foot into this company, going as far as crying whole nights because Gwendel got the manager job. Wolfram had a sneaking suspicion that he somewhere built something like a sanctuary committed to Yuuri, just thinking about it made his stomach turn.

It was now starting to get dark, when Wolfram pulled up in front of Henachoko's house. This wimp was going to hear a piece of his mind. Grumpily, he tossed the door close, before stepping in front of the door. Apparently, he had been expected, because the moment he stretched out a hand to knock, the door opened.

"It was about time, you realize my fury…" he mumbled to himself.

But Wolfram was surprised when he looked into the worried face of Jennifer.

"Wolf-chan? Have you seen Yuu-chan? He hasn't come home yet, even though he usually comes on time. I thought he was with you today." She looked around, as if expecting her son to jump out of the corner any moment.

I don't like the sound of this. Despite his bad feeling, Wolfram gently pushed past the crying Jennifer into the living room, where he sat down on the sofa.

Between sobs the host brought tea, before she started narrating of Yuuri's missing. That woman really has something for the dramatic side. Yuuri probably went over to a friend's house, thereby forgetting to inform his mother, as reckless as he is.

"He always calls, if he goes over to a friend."

Maybe he forgot this time…

"I called all his friends already!!"

What? You have all those phone numbers? I have to go and check them…Wait! That means that he is not over at a friend's house. Where is he? Jennifer had now successfully worried Wolfram, both of them close to panic. [Apparently the both have a side for drama]

"What about school? Maybe he stayed at school, and played baseball, forgetting time? I would guess so; he always gets absorbed into his own world when he gets on the field. Or maybe he has a Calculus exam and is cramming for it? ['I'm sure he does, I do too' he thought to himself.] I'm sure he will be fine." Wolfram sounded more like he tried to convince himself, really. But it had the wanted effect, and calmed Jennifer a little.

"That boy! I knew it! He must have forgotten time!" But it became evident that neither of them really believed that. It was too un-Yuuri-like.

"I will see what I can do at home, and keep the phone lines open. I doubt I would be able to suppress the shouting, he has signed himself up for." In fact, Wolfram was about to dash towards the door to call every security guard available to him, but reason told him that he needed to stay calm and think of places Yuuri could be, without attracting too much attention. With all his focus on not panicking, staying calm and not running out, driving at full speed, just to kill himself, he set down the tea cup and hastily mumbled a "See you later, Mama-san!" , before dashing into the vehicle and driving at maximum limited speed towards his apartment.

"Wolfram?"

When Yuuri came back to consciousness, a blur of blond shrouded his sight. However, the moment he wanted to get up from his lying position a delicate finger held his forehead, and therefore his body in a lying position.

"No, no, no…It seems that our guest is not fully awake yet." A light, but joyful voice said apparently to itself.

What? I've never heard this voice before? Who could it be?

As if on cue, the door slammed somewhere in front of him and all the memories prior to that strange awakening flooded his mind. It had been very queer indeed: one moment he was frustrated about acting another female role, and the other he heard someone calling him before everything went into obscurity.

But who was that guy?

Carefully, he stood up from what seemed to be a sofa. The sun had gone down already, making it harder for him to feel his way to the wall. According to his sense of touch the room had to be rather big; twice, he fell over an armchair, and once he ran against a low table. Of course it could also have been his clumsiness, but at last he found the smooth cool of a – nearby he thought – wall.

He remembered his mother telling him about captured fugitives that had to feel their way along the walls, because that was where most likely the doors were. In this case, Yuuri though that the light switch had to be close to the door somewhere. After about twenty minutes of walking into another dozen of armchairs and running his hands across vertical lined tapestry Yuuri's little finger finally came in contact with a little knob. Upon turning said knob, the room lit up, revealing an apparently very large sitting hall.

Woah! I have never seen such a big room. He was wrong. In fact, he stood in an opulent bedroom. Only, the little canopy ebony bed far in the corner was out of sight.

One side of the large chamber was entirely made of long windows, though he could not see any balcony beyond. In fact, he could not see anything beyond. During his absence of mind the sky had already turned dark.

Where could he be? Wolfram paced up and down his apartment with Cecilie's eyes following him. He didn't even bother to close the balcony door, even though the night wind had begun to lower the room temperature. In the end the worried woman stood up to close the gaping door, while her son took out his cell phone for the tenth time, checking the time, and then dialing Yuuri's home phone number. Who knew why that stupid wimp didn't have a cell phone?

Nevertheless, the only one to pick up would be an equally apprehensive Jennifer, asking for the same news, he h ad been inquiring for about 2 hours, namely: Where did Yuuri disappear to?

"Maybe he just went over to visit a friend?" His mother asked, hopeful to relieve his son of the anxiety, though she knew that had little effect.

"He would have told me about that. I saw him, and I think he heard me shouting at him, but the next moment he was just gone? Haha-ue, he couldn't be that mad at me, could he? He wouldn't just disappear on me, would he?"

This time, the mother laid a soothing arm around Wolfram, who did not oppose to the – usually embarrassing - embrace.

That moment, Woflram's phone began vibrating strongly, causing its owner to jump.

"Yuuri?", he couldn't help but hope that Yuuri would call him, even though according to logic, he'd call his mother first. "Where are you?"

"tsk, tsk , tsk…"

Uh-oh, I know this voice too well…

His face must have paled, because Cecilie's expression turnd from confused to shock to extreme worry.

Wolfram who immediately recognizing his cocky voice [Yeah right, and he himself isn't or what?], switched tones into one that could rival the caller's, in arrogance that is, "What do you want?"

"Oh my, aren't we stressed tonight? I bet you missed my voice as much as I missed yours."

"Precisely…I still despise you as much as you me, what is your reason for calling me?" He hissed.

"I wouldn't hang up on me so soon if I were you, since I have valuable information."

"What?"He snapped back. I really don't need this now...

"Have you ever seen newcomer Yuuri truly astonished by only seeing a 2500 square feet bedroom, - on top of it- a film set? And he hasn't even realized that yet!"

Wolfram gasped. "How do you know about Yuuri?"

"I have been watching him. Actually he just arrived a few hours ago. I barely had a word with him ye-"

"How did he get there?"

"My, my, I didn't even say where yet. At first I asked them to have a little private conversation with you, but unfortunately people can't distinguish between you and Yuu-chan here. If you ask me, I consider that option impossible, given the fact that even your hair color is different…"

Watching his reactions Cecilie observed her son going another shade whiter.

"Why are you doing this?" Wolfram was shocked. This is kidnapping!

"Let's say I don't agree with some of Shin Makoku's future plans."

"You do know that this is kidnapping, and that we can take legal action?"

"As long as Yuuri remembers, I would be in trouble. But I doubt it. By the way, he just agreed to have another cup of tea with me. Time is running, I have to go. See you in a bit, I guess."

You bet on it!

Apprehensive to Wolfram's face color change from white to red, Cecilie whispered "What happened to Yuuri?"

"He is in Small Shimaron, and I'm going to go get him."

Simultaneous to his last statement, Woflram stood up, grabbed his coat, and stepped into the night air.

Suddenly, Yuuri heard two knocks on the door that snapped him out of a dreamlike trance resulting from fatigue, and unexplainable events. The doors opened, and a small figure, not much taller than he, stepped into the room. The door closed, leaving him alone with the same mysterious blond person, he had almost confused with Wolfram in his daze. However, now they looked completely different.

"Welcome, Yuuri!"

"Uhhm, hi Mr. …"

"Saralegui, but call me Sara, since I will be calling you Yuuri." The stranger introduced himself with a soft smile.

"Have some tea." Yuuri honestly could not remember seeing tea ware on the table when he arrived, but with his clouded mind, things weren't really accurate either.

"How did I get here?"

Saralegui took his time, taking a sip from his steaming beverage, before proceeding to reply "I made sure to engage special service to pick you up, but you must have hit your head on the car door of the limousine."

"Oh!" That was embarrassing and explained everything. Sheepishly, Yuuri scratched the back of his head, a habit he executed whenever someone else figured out his clumsiness.

"To be honest, I have a favor to ask you, just a request from a fellow actor such as you are." Now that he mentions it, I do remember seeing his face somewhere…

"Sure, I'm glad to help!" At least this person was friendly, unlike Wolfram. He shuddered at the though of their first meeting, he had been so happy to see a top celebrity, but bitterly disappointed when hearing all the insults. The man – he thought – wore a long garment that reminded him of something oriental, the long straight blond hair was now curled up on his head and stuck to place with a hair needle, very neat indeed.

"In fact, here are the papers. I filled them out already. It will be a good push for your career. Just give these to Gwendal, I'm sure he understands. I really do need your help."

"How would I help?"

"The day after tomorrow, there will be a photo shoot here, in this room ['so this was a film set' Yuuri realized], and I need the photographer asked me to find and extra for the shoots. And my choice fell on you."

"Sure!" Yuuri said with a smile. He was always happy to help, and it wasn't like he was seen a lot anyway.

Saralegui handed over the paper, before angling his head in thought. "You look tired, Yuuri. Maybe you should rest; you can go home tomorrow. There is a bed right over there, just for resting actors. I will have another cup of tea with you later, alright?"

"uhhm." Yuuri nodded heavily. His vision did become blurrier and blurrier. He set his teacup on the tray, watched Sara walk away through open doors, before slumping into the sofa he was sitting in. Wolfram…

[Flashback:]

"…I wish you all good luck in the new school year, may you all adjust quickly into our community. Thank you, I look forward seeing you this year."

Finishing the last part of his speech for the new students in the new school year, Wolfram stepped from the podium to immediately disappear from the stage. He had to file one more folder before his next job. It had always been the same since he started acting as student body president: Every year he was expected to hold a welcoming speech to the new students. He hated that speech, since nobody listened anyway, a waste of time.

However, upon walking through the Sakura garden path that connected the auditorium with the main school building, he noticed three trouble makers. He sighed. In his whole presidency, he had forgotten count of how many time he had ordered his subordinates to warn those blockheads. This time their victim was a black haired freshman, probably one of those new students he just talked to, a few moments ago. It didn't look like a casual chat.

"Oi! What are you guys doing again? Shouldn't you by now be scraping chewing gum off desks?"

"Who are you to tell-" One of them started, but fell silent as Wolfram raised his brow in a questioning manner.

"Are you challenging me?" he stemmed a hand one his hip.

"Nope"

It was fun watching such big guys shrink together in front of a boy who was shorter than them. But everyone on the campus knew who had won last year's national fencing competition, so silence became gold. Later, he would quit the club in favor of his ever growing career, but it was a well known fact that one particularly bothersome offender had ended up in the nursery with severe cuts and scrapes all over his body after a 'private conversation' with him.

"Off you go."

"Yes sir!"

Wofram smiled, pleased to know that he still had authority. Then, he turned his attention to the newcomer who was still staring open-mouthed, like so many other new students who witnessed the procedures for the first time.

"Name?" he asked out of routine, while bending down to pick up –with one hand- the books that had fallen on the grass during the assault.

"Shibuya Yuuri, sir!" The boy saluted, obviously shocked.

"You don't need to-"

Wolfram did not finish his sentence. An usually intolerable act. Not today, though. He froze upon hearing the name, and staring into round charcoal eyes that kept smiling at him, more and more curious. Memories filled his mind, of his childhood, accompanying his flirtatious mother on yet another ball. His brain registered those gleaming orbs staring so intently back at him from that same night, before they disappeared, leaving behind disappointment. Now they were back.

"Uhrm, what is your name?"

He winced, before realizing that he had unconsciously leaned closer to the source of relaxation lying in those obscure eyes. Too close, he was only a few inches away from the boy.

With a little more determination necessary, than he thought, Wolfram backed off.

"Yuuri Shibuya, huh?"

Leaving the question hanging in the air, the president turned around and calmy walked towards the main building. This year was going to be interesting…

Yuuri just stared at the back of the strange person that had just helped him out, but strangely walked away without answering. He still felt the intense gaze of the stranger, sternly scrutinizing him. I'm glad he didn't notice my blush, he thought.

As if on cue, Sakura flower petals whirled through the air, creating a fairytale frame around that mysterious person.

I do have to note that this chapter was kind of an –on the whim- idea I had. Oh, and thanks A LOT to [Shakuya] who inspired me to use Saralegui as a character. I honestly forgot about him, since I'm not his greatest fan… sorry to all the saralegui fans. If you don't like it, don't make yourselves suffer. I warn you, he will not be rational in this fanfiction. [I express my dislike openly.]

Thanks for reading this far, I really do appreciate it. Review for further brilliant ideas, please. I had one in the last batch of reviews, and I am forever grateful. :D