Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kyou Kara Maou, if I did, it'd be a Yaoi instead of just a Shonen-ai.

Also, Happy Halloween! (not Halloween themed chapter, sorry.)

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Chapter Seven

~Yuuri's POV~

I stepped from my room, dressed in my black uniform and ready to go, I eyed my blonde fiancé in front of me, he had waited outside in the hall, I followed him down the hall as I replayed what he had first said when I saw him not more than thirty minutes ago.

'your majesty'… has far as I could re-call, Wolfram had never called me by my title, maybe a few times, but in mock or when talking about me, though when he had said that just now…something felt…wrong. I couldn't remember what was so wrong about him calling me my title…wait...had I called him 'my blonde fiancé'? where had that come from?

I sighed. Fine with me. I was in no hurry to have him yelling at me again anytime soon. I shook my head at the strange thoughts popping into my mind. I decided to ask the question that made since.

"Why are you up so early? I normally get up before you, don't I?" I asked absently as I found my eyes glued to the blonde head in front of me.

Wolfram didn't answer for a few minutes, he seemed to be thinking. "And what's with calling me 'your majesty'?" I continued when he didn't answer.

Wolf stopped suddenly and I almost ran into him.

"Ah…Sorry…" I mumbled as a took a step away so I wasn't so close to him.

"Your Majesty." Wolfram started, turning to look at him, I could tell he was annoyed but he wasn't yelling at me or putting me in a head lock.

I shook my head. Another random thought I couldn't make since of.

"You are king, and I am your subject, therefore, I am to call you by your given title." He waited a few moments, most likely giving me a change to comment.

I couldn't find my voice. I felt frozen but without the cold feeling, something was different, wrong in fact.

When I said nothing, he began to talk again. "And to answer your first question, Your Majesty, I did get up early, I had men to train." I could sence his anger, I knew he was trying hard not to yell, but there was a bite in the sound of his voice.

"Wolf…" his eyes widen in surprise, recognition, pain, and sadness.

He turned on his heal and walked faster, I assumed he wanted to get away from me, and to do that, he had to get to my office and then run when he knew I was there. The office was a few doors up.

"I can make it from here. You can go." Wolf made no argument, he nodded stiffly and was gone.

Something was defiantly not right.

Since when did Wolf become opposed to his nick-name?

Since when did Wolf call me 'your majesty'?

Since when did Wolf not yell at me?

Since when did Wolf start controlling his anger around me?

I didn't know why I was thinking those thoughts, I couldn't remember why I felt he was acting different. As the thoughts formed a tornado in my mind I had made my way to my office and sat at my desk. I eyed the paper stacked a few inches high to my left.

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I thought doing paper work would pull my mind from Wolfram but I was wrong.

I felt like I couldn't breathe, my stomach was in knots, giving me the feeling of being sick, my shoulders were sore and I rested my head on my desk.

My eye lids felt far to heavy, the feeling of not being able to breathe taking over and I shot up, feeling dizzy, and gulped air into my lungs.

It didn't help, I knew I was breathing, I knew I could, but it didn't feel like I could.

I didn't know what was wrong with me. Was I having a panic attack? What was I panicking about? Was it about Wolfram?

I groaned and pushed away from the brown wooden desk and leaned back, letting the back of my chair hit the wall, tilting me back, letting me rest my head back and shut my eyes. I hated this feeling.

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I woke up to the sound of Gunter crying hysterically.

I opened one eye lazily.

I was in my room, in my bed.

Conrad and Gwendal stood to the left and Gunter was on his knees, he had covered his face in the covers.

I opened my eyes all the way and sat up slowly.

Wolfram was at the foot of my bed, his face averted from mine.

"Gunter? You okay?" He had finally stopped crying...almost "What's wrong?"

"You fell asleep in your office and we couldn't wake you." Conrad answered calmly as Gunter dried his eyes and calmed himself, and saying something about being so happy I was awake and well or something.

I turned to the windows and saw the gold door, I still didn't know how it got there. Was it always there?

It was to be what it was -- accept it and what was will be - the voice was soothing and calming...

"Conrad." I felt everyone's eyes fall on me, "Has that door always been there?" I pointed to the gold door, his and everyone else's eyes followed and then they looked at me once more.

"Your majesty," Gwendal started. "Those are windows." Wolfram finished. I blinked and looked at them and back at the windows. Yep. There was a door between them.

"I know that!" I snapped, then apologized for it. "I mean," I held my head from the dizziness weeping through me. "the door between them…" I mumbled and stood up, almost stumbling.

I walked over and touched the door. It was to be what it was -- accept it and what was will be...

I shook my head. What did that mean?

Do not forget... the voice gave the sharp command but it was still calm and soothing...

Forget? Had I forgotten something?

Conrad then walked over and placed a hand on my forehead.

"Are you feeling well, Your Majesty?"

I slapped his hand away. "I feel dizzy and weird, but I'm not crazy." I placed my hands on my hips and eyed everyone. "So…I'm the only one who can see it?"

"That, or you're crazy." I blinked and looked at Wolfram. Had he really said that? I was surprised by the insult. I didn't know why, but I was happy by the hidden insult. A heated pain washed over me, then disappeared as quickly as it had come. I lost my train of thought...

Do not foget...

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~Present time~

Murata sighed.

He was bored.

With Yuuri sent back his body was here and everyone was worried.

Wolfram had tried to kill him a few times but Conrad had been there to save him.

He then had fled to the temple a few hours later.

"Hope it works." Blood murmured softly, Murata was the only one who could see him and hear him, it was kind of funny when he would talk to Blood and everyone would look at him. "It'll work."

Ulrike looked over at the sage and then at the Original King, the blue-eyed blonde only shrugged.

"Are you alright?" Shinou asked the double black and the young boy smiled.

"I'm perfectly fine. Just wondering about my plan."

"Your plan?" the four (including the unseen Blood) turned to see Gwendal, Conrad, Wolfram, and Gunter walking in. Wolfram was clearly upset, he had said Yuuri's eyes looked glazed and soulless, Murata understood the young princes feelings.

"Your plan? You know why His Majesty dead to the world?"

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~Murata's POV~

I heard Blood laugh at me when I gave my puppy eyes. "Yeah." Sir von Bielefeld looked as if he'd kill me, I bet he didn't care the Original King was in the room, then again, he'd probably encourage the green-eyed blonde to kill me.

Blood smiled. "Want me to show myself?" I sighed "I can help." I shook my head.

"What is wrong with his majesty?" Sir Weller asked calmly.

"And you planed for him to be in the state he's in?" lord von Christ cried, clearly upset.

"Well Blood's plans didn't work…" I said absently and then Blood accidentally showed himself, I knew because everyone, aside from me and Blood, gasped.

"What do you mean my plans?" He snapped. I laughed, everyone gasped once more.

"Well…I mean…"

"Shut up, sage." He snapped, his dark green eyes narrowed.

"Anyway, Yuuri will wake up. When, I don't know." I was hit upside the head by Blood as sir von Bielefeld took a step toward me but froze when Blood hit me. Since I was the Great Sage, they were shocked at how Blood treated me I guessed.

"Ouch! That was for?" I wined in my best little-kid-wanting-candy voice.

"Just thought I'd hit you and save Wolfram the trouble." Blood shrugged and winked at lord von Bielefeld and I almost fell off the box I was sitting on. I laughed at how the turned red and half-hid behind sir von Voltaire

"I'm Blood." He greeted and even Shinou looked surprised at the knew boy in the room.

"To put it simply, he's just another alter ego of Shibuya." I explained. "Though he didn't start out as Shibuya's split personality."

"How is that putting it simply?" Blood asked, his face expressionless.

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~Yuuri's POV~

Conrad stood with a wooden sword in hand and I was breathing heavily, my hands on my knees.

"I hate you" I mumbled, he laughed, clearly knowing I didn't mean it.

"Perhaps you should spar with Wolfram." For some reason, I found myself nodding, I wanted to train with Wolfram. Not just because it would give me a chance to talk to him, but because he I could beat.

Conrad asked Dorcas to get Wolfram, once the bald guard was gone, I decided to ask Conrad, in case Wolf refused to answer my question.

"What's with Wolfram?" I asked.

Conrad only looked at me. "What do you mean, Your majesty?"

"It's Yuuri. Remember? You did name me."

"Right." He nodded. "What do you mean?"

I opened my mouth to answer but I was stopped by the sudden heated pain that washed over me once again.

"Your majesty…uh… Yuuri?" Conrad asked and I blinked up at him. "are you alright?"

I nodded. "What we're we talking about?"

Do not forget...Do not allow yourself to forget...

I had no idea what or who that voice was, but he/she/it seemed set on repeating the same thing over and over. Forget? Forget what?

Images of Wolfram flashed before me. One was of me slapping him...the rest were him yelling at me calling me a cheater and wimp and...the heated pain returned, the images froze and were gone. A moment passed at the pain faded slowly, taking the images and memory of them with it.

Conrad was silent a moment, most likely thinking I was sick. "You said Wolfram was acting strange, and I asked you what you meant by that."

I titled my head. What did I mean by the blonde acting strange? I couldn't remember.

Do not allow yourself to forget... the comment was much sharper and more of a commend now than a suggestion.

"You wanted me, sir Weller?" Wolfram walked down the steps and looked between the two of us. What had I meant?

"Training?" He asked.

I blinked and almost stepped back. The images flashed again...He didn't… he hadn't called me a… the pain returned then was gone. What was I thinking? I think I needed to lay down. I was going crazy.

"I think he'd be better off sparing with you." Conrad said as he handed the training sword to Wolf and he took it willingly enough.

"I'm tired…" I mumbled.

"Is His Majesty afraid to fight me?" He challenged, and I glared and shook off my fatigue.

"You wish."

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My sword was knocked from my hands for the forth time, I had yet to best Wolfram. I knew I could beat him. I didn't know why, but I knew I had done it before...hadn't I?

Do not forget...!

I fell to the ground on my butt.

"All you got?" Wolfram smirked and I found myself blushing.

"Oh, please Wolf." I ignored his wince. "I've beat you before."

He tilted his head, one hand on his hip, his other hand holding the sword at his side. "What are you talking about? We've never fought before." I blinked and looked up at him. An image of a fight between the blonde and me and then changed to me slapping him and he knocking a knife onto the floor... that's right...

"Yeah we have. We fought the following day after my first night here."

He shook his head. I bet he thought I was going crazy. "Yeah, you challenged me cause you were mad at me for accidentally purposing."

Wolfram lifted an eyebrow with a look of disbelief on his face, though his face was red.

I felt my eyes widened. Weather out of fear for his unspoken answer or in hope, I didn't know.

"You never purposed. Accidentally or otherwise."

"Y--" The heated pain hit me hard, I fell back down and held my head and gasped for air. I heard Wolfram call for help and then the world and everyone in it was gone.

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~Murata's POV~

I lifted my head and knew that what I feared had come to past.

Everyone eyed me as I shifted my gaze to Shibuya laying ever so still on the bed.

We had taken off his disguise and dressed him in his nightwear, though he had not moved.

"I knew the plan was a bad idea." I muttered to myself, loathing myself for agreeing to it. I didn't blame Blood though, we were desperate and were willing to try anything.

"Your Highness?" Sir Weller asked as he looked at me.

"What do you mean?" von Christ asked as he placed a wet cloth on Shibuya's forehead.

"Shibuya…changed the past…" Blood sat on the bed and sighed heavily.

Emerald green eyes filled with tears almost instently...I realized he knew what Shibuya had changed.

"He has a way to put it back the way it was…" I mused and leaned on the table nearest me.

"So, he'll just change what he changed." I looked up at lord von Voltaire and shook my head.

I hated to admit it, but it was my fault. I should have known better, about the danger of timing traveling.

Blood answered for me. "With the past changed, Yuuri's memory of this future is slowly ebbing away..."

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A/N::: Well, what do u all think of the chapter? You all better be happy. Since a lot of you wanted the next Chapter up and I hate making ppl wait,(I know how it feels to wait for a story to be updated), I stayed home (on Halloween), to finish the chapter.

Be a brat by my choice of staying home saying "your choice, we didn't make you" or something like that, I'll bite you. :p kidding. But be nice.

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