I suck at story writing, this isn't new. However, I feel that I've reached entire new levels of sucking with this chapter. Despite the fact that I detest the idea of betas for my own stories (but thank the gods for them when it comes to others'), this has taken a dramatic and unplottly (uh, that's totally a word) turn. What the eff, you guys...? This is so bloody different than the summary/first chapter.

I'm sorry.

No I'm not.

Yes... I am.

...Continue.

Outside of his school, Yuuri looked up to the sky, cursing each and every deity that landed him here; here, in front of his own school, with a deranged demon soldier barking at people to stay the hell away from his fiancé.

Yuuri played it off, telling people that Wolfram was his retarded childhood friend who had moved away when they were younger, came back, and wouldn't stop following him since. He actually got punched for that one.

"Yuuri!" Yuuri slumped at the call. "Yuuri!" He was crossing his fingers, hoping Wolfram wouldn't find him, hiding as he was behind a tree. No such luck was to be had--this was becoming a ridiculous occurrence, lately. "Yuu--Aha!" A nimble hand grabbed him by the collar, pulling him out from behind the tree like he was a trophy catch. "I've found you, you stupid wimp! I've been looking for you for half an hour!"

Yuuri tensed waiting for the verbal and physical backlash he was about to endure.

"You--Do you even know how much this hurts? Not only do you not give enough of a shit about me to realise that you've left me alone in a foreign world, but you've endangered yourself as well!" Still gripping on to Yuuri's collar, Wolfram slammed him against another tree. "You stupid arse! This isn't a game!"

Yuuri was wincing against the pain of being thrown into a tree. "Ow, ow, ow--"

Wolfram pulled him forward and slammed him into the tree again, this time harder. "I hate you! I hate you!" Wolfram punctuated his words by shoving at Yuuri even more. It took Yuuri several seconds to realise that as the shoves lost their force, Wolfram began to sob. "I hate you…"

The black haired boy couldn't say anything. He was completely stunned by the emotional train wreck that was taking place before his eyes, because of him. Really, he should be used to Wolfram's antics by now, but this was different, like the time in the fountain not a day before.

Wolfram was so distraught that the only sounds he was making were heart wrenching chokes and sobs. He looked so bloody ridiculous, hiccupping with his hair plastered against his tear-drenched cheeks.

Yuuri felt like shit. Still clutched by the collar, Yuuri reached out to the blonde's face, brushing away the dripping gold strands from his cheeks. Wolfram's grip slowly loosened and eventually fell. Yuuri took this as a good sign, taking one step closer to the crying boy. He reached out again, this time with two hands, and cradled Wolfram's head in his hands, tucking the golden head into his shoulder, then wrapping his arms around the shaking form. "Wolfram," he whispered. "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry."

Wolfram collapsed around Yuuri and snaked his arms around his thin waist.

Yuuri nuzzled his nose into Wolfram's saccharine hair. "I'm such a loser. Wolfram, I'm so sorry. Gods, am I sorry." The odd thing was, he really meant it, from the depths of his core. Yuuri had never felt so sorry in his entire life. Why he felt this way for something so small and petty as hiding behind a tree, he'd never know. Just like he'd never know why he tilted Wolfram's head back, and placed a long, gentle kiss against his forehead.

Wolfram froze, his eyes locked onto his fiancé's.

Yuuri, propelled still by whatever force caused him to kiss Wolfram, ran his hands down Wolfram's arms to his hands, and laced there fingers together. "I'll try harder, I promise," he vowed, surprising even himself at the words that seemed to spill from his mouth. "I won't hurt you again."

Wolfram stood gaping like a koi, mouth hanging open, and eyes wide and bright. Was he dreaming? Was Yuuri under a curse? Is Shin Makoku about to burst into flame? "Yuuri," He gasped, regaining some of his mental faculties. "What's wrong with you?"

Yuuri knitted his eyebrows together before chuckling. "I don't know, actually." He stopped laughing and sobered. "That doesn't change the fact that I meant everything I said. I really am sorry, Wolfram. I treat you like dirt, just because you call yourself my fiance." He looked away from said betrothed. "It wasn't even your fault that you are." Yuuri hesitantly turned back to Wolfram. "You are my best friend, Wolfram. I should at least treat you with common courtesy, as such." He released Wolfram's hands so that he could run his own through his hair. "Still, I should realise how lucky I am that I accidentally proposed to you. I could have slapped Gwendel--Or Aldebert! But it was you--Sweet, kind, caring Wolfram…" Yuuri paused, before continuing in a voice that was nothing short of a yell. "I'm so lucky that it was you! And yet, I treat you as if you were the last person I'd want--Gods, how could I--I'm so bloody stupid!"

Wolfram swallowed. Hard. He pinched his side. It hurt. So he wasn't dreaming… Maybe he was hallucinating? "Heika… It's not your fault. You didn't ask for it, and yet I act as if you did. It is completely crude of me. If anyone else talked to you the way I do, I'd order them killed. I drove you to it, Your Majesty. It is I who needs to apologise."

Yuuri looked up to see Wolfram kneeling at his feet. As he began to stand up, Yuuri grabbed Wolfram and buried his head in the blonde's neck, to Wolfram's shock. "Don't say that! Don't kneel to me, either!" To his utter embarrassment a few hours later, Yuuri began to sob. Kami, what the hell had come over him? "Don't talk to me like you're not my equal! You're my fiancé! I should bow before you!" His fingers, manifesting a mind of their own began to twine themselves into gilded strands. "I'm so sorry!"

Hallucinating…? No, he was probably dead. Honestly, things like this couldn't happen in Wolfram's mortal life. "Yuuri," He said, interrupting the other boy's self-flagellation. "Just--Just stop. I forgive you… A million times over. Just stop this nonsense. I love you the way you are, stupid. Even if you do hurt me every once in a while, it doesn't matter. I still love you."

Yuuri froze, his tears forgotten. Wolfram loved him? Oh, Gods… He--But--And the--What? Yuuri was conflicted. He couldn't feel anything but confusion. How could Wolfram love him… Why? "You… love me?"

Wolfram blushed and laughed nervously. "Um, did I say that?"

"Yes, you did. Twice."

Wolfram growled. Stupid Yuuri! "Argh! You stupid twat! Yes, I love you. A lot. Shut up about it! I mean, if I said it--twice--then I obviously mean it! Don't ask stupid questions!"

Wolfram thought he was about to explode when he heard the hysterical laughs that were unmistakably Yuuri's.

"Shut up!"

Yuuri continued to laugh for several more seconds. "Oi… Want to know something weird?"

Wolfram crossed his arms. "I have a feeling you'll enlighten me whether or not I assent, so do go ahead. "

Yuuri beamed. "I think I might love you too." At Wolfram's blushing stammer, Yuuri began laughing again. "Don't run off with your head. I said might!"

"Oh, gee, thanks, you stupid king."

Yuuri continued to laugh until Wolfram shouted, "You're the one who kissed me!"

Yuuri was pretty sure he had never blushed so much or been so embarrassed before in his life.

Wolfram laughed, and hugged him. "I rather liked it, you know! Maybe I should cry more often!"

Yuuri sputtered. "Wha--Wolfram!"

"What? I'm not allowed to enjoy a kiss from the man I love?" Wolfram smiled, feeling as though he were floating on air.

Yuuri sputtered again.

"Oh, calm down." Wolfram shook his head. "How you can go from completely romantic to completely ridiculous in all of a few seconds is beyond me…" The blonde winced as a finger forcefully jabbed his ribs. "Ouch!"

"Hah!" Yuuri shouted. "Did I hurt you?" Yuuri mocked. "I bet you'd love for me to kiss it and make it bett--Oh!" Yuuri was cut short by Wolfram's soft lips crashing against his mouth. Oh, but it felt so good… Wait, what? He shoved at the smiling blonde who appeared to be melting. Yuuri mumbled under his breath about stupid blonde gits with no control.

Wolfram, grinning, paid him no mind and dragged the Maou by interlaced hands out from the trees. Lunch was almost over--Yuuri had wasted thirty minutes hiding, after all.

About three feet from the trees, on impulse Yuuri grabbed Wolfram from behind, and wrapped his arms around the boy's waist. "Oi, Wolfram… Will you be my boyfriend?"

Wolfram promptly choked. By some odd twist of the universe (well, this universe anyway), Wolfram had achieved the impossible--He swallowed and choked on his own tongue.

Yuuri laughed and squeezed the boy tighter. "I thought it might be nice to actually date my fiancé before I'm stuck with him permanently." Ignoring an attempted stab to the ribs from a pointy elbow, Yuuri continued. "Let's skive off the rest of school. I'm tired." Yuuri let go and began to walk away, but stopped. "Oh… You haven't answered my question."

"Stupid, stupid, st--Yes, of course I will, wimp!" Yuuri smiled and continued walking. Wolfram had to run to catch up with him. "Wait!" He yelled. "We're really going to skip?"

"Yep!" Yuuri squeaked excitedly. "We're going to--" Just then, raindrops began to fall, and the world began to swirl.

"Oh, no you don't!" Wolfram yelled, grabbing on to him. And with that, they swirled away.