Hola, personas! How are we today? Are we well? Are we great? Amazing? Fantabulous? Well, if you're something other than those, I feel terrible for you. Get better, k?

Disclaimer:

I own nothing. Not even the headphones that are around my neck, or the laptop on which I am currently typing.

Sooo....I wonder what's on Yuri and Wolfram's agenda for today? A date perhaps?


Fourth Day:

That morning, I expected to yet again wake up to Yuri next to me, his breathing soft. But on this day, he didn't. I rubbed my eyes and sat up, taking in the contents of the room. Well, it was the same room I fell asleep in at least. Then I noticed that ever since I'd been sleeping in Yuri's arms I'd been sleeping easier. I didn't toss or turn in my sleep, or wake up in the middle of the night.

Sighing, I stood, walking over to his dresser. As I pulled my shirt over my head, changing into something else of Yuri's, the thought of last night rushed into my head. As if I could have forgotten. But it wasn't that I was happy about it. No, I was …unfulfilled, to say the least. Sure, he'd told his brother, and his friends, and he planned on telling his mother and father today, but, that wasn't the real issue here.

I scoffed. The wimp didn't even do anything. We kissed. Once. That was it. Was it really all that spoiled and bratty of me to want a bit more from my fiancé? Of course it wasn't! And all he did was use the excuse of his brother. If he cared that much, we could have gone somewhere else. Where, I wasn't sure, but…somewhere!

"Oh, good morning, Wolfram." Yuri's sluggish figure stumbled into the room. He looked downright tired.

"I was just thinking about you, wimp."

"Really?" He straightened a little bit.

"Yes, I was. I was thinking about how much we didn't do last night."

"Well, it's not as if it's my fault." Yuri sighed, sitting on the bed and crossing his arms. "Besides, we…ya know…the other night!"

"So?" He looked at me as if I were crazy.

"You're saying the ideal is to…have sex…every night?" He asked, surprise in his tone.

"Of course," I shrugged, changing into a pair of 'blue jeans'. It wasn't so wrong, was it? I could do it twice a day if I really wanted to. Well, I mean, obviously I couldn't with a partner like him, but if I had someone normal I could.

"You're such a freak," he laughed, standing, rubbing his eyes, and walking over to the dresser where I stood. With one arm, he drew me into a side hug, and with the other one opened his top drawer. "But ya know, I don't have classes today."

"Really?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Nope, so I was wondering if you'd wanna…" he coughed, clearing his throat, and looked up at the ceiling with a flushed face. "Go…on…a…date…" his voice grew small towards the end.

I wrapped both of my arms around him from the side, embracing him. "What kind of fiancé would I be if I said no?"

"A preferable one."

"I see," I grinned. "So that's how you feel?"

"No," he looked down at me. "I was kidding."

"Jokes don't register in my mind, sorry."

"Come on, and I thought you were such a funny guy." He ruffled my hair, forgetting his clothes and turning to hug me with both arms. "So, where to?" he asked after a moment, letting me go. I reluctantly released him too. I looked to the side, picking up the coupon book.

"Here, pick one."

He chuckled, taking it from my fingers. "Let's see…" He closed his eyes and flipped through the pages. Finally, he settled on one, and opened his eyes. "The adventure date one," he told me.

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"I take you somewhere neither of us has been. That'd be easy for you, but I've been pretty much everywhere in the vicinity. Why don't we just go to the park or something?"

"Wouldn't that be cheating?"

A drop of sweat rolled down his face. "No?"

"There has to be somewhere you've never been."

"Well, I've never been to Ayame's house before."

"We can't go there on a 'date'!"

"Why not?"

"It's not romantic at all." I grumbled, looking at the floor.

"Alright, alright, fine," He laughed. "Let's see…somewhere I've never been. What about something I've never seen?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like, a movie."

"A movie...?"

"Yes, a movie. You remember those right? We talked about it the second to last time you came here. I'm surprised we never actually watched one." He told me, scratching his head. "Well, there's this really cool horror film playing right now."

"Horror…isn't that bad?"

"Well, some people don't like it, but it gets the adrenaline pumping. It's fun."

"Now I know why you're so attracted to danger." I grinned. He put on a pouty face and looked at me.

"That's not fair."

I sighed, seemingly defeated. "Fine, we'll do whatever you want." At least we'd be going out on one of these 'date's.

"Sweet," He pumped his fist into the air like an idiot and bolted from the room. I hadn't seen him this excited about anything in a while. That begged the question, was he happy because he was going to see the movie, or because he was going on a date with me? Ah, oh well, I knew the answer, but it didn't matter. At least he brought it up.


"Lookie, here, Wolfy! I have some steamed rice for you, and some smoked salmon!" Mama exclaimed. I laughed, picking up the chopsticks.

"Itadakimasu," We each shouted in unison, and began eating. I was only just starting to get used to Japan's unusual etiquette.

"So what are you boy's doing today?"

"We're going on a 'date'," I told her.

"Oh! Yu-chan! Finally!"

"Uh…yeah…" He looked at me, and I stared back at him harshly. He got the message. "Listen mom, there's something I have to tell you." He told her, setting his chopsticks down.

"Oh no! You're not pregnant, are you?" She exclaimed, seemingly horrified. I started busting out laughing, but Yuri seemed appalled.

"Mom, of all the things- ah, no. I'm not." He sighed. "I just…well, he just," he motioned to me. The wimp wasn't supposed to be doing it just because I told him to, but because he wanted to. It meant nothing if he didn't. But I let him speak nonetheless. I still loved to hear it. "Well…I…love him."

"Well, of course Yu-chan! He's your fiancé! So let me guess? You want to renew the engagement? You want to get married today! Elope for real!"

"No, I just wanted to tell you that."

"Renew the engagement?" I asked aloud. Mama looked at me, surprised.

"Well, it's just that it's been so long, it doesn't mean as much anymore does it? And besides, he didn't propose properly the first time. You're supposed to ask for their hand, Yu-chan, not just slap them around a little." She directed her speech from me to Yuri in a second. What did she mean by it doesn't mean as much? Did it not? And that was the proper way to propose. Did Mama not realize that? "I'm just waiting for the day you get down on one knee and ask him the right way!"

"I'm only nineteen, mom, that may be a long ways away."

"Why should it? You love him, don't you?"

"Well, yes, I do," He nodded, blushing.

"Oh, Yu-chan, you are just too cute!" She went off on a spiel about her son, while I was busy wondering about the whole engagement thing. He said that marrying me may be a long ways away, but how long is a long ways?

"Yuri, how long does 'long' imply?"

"What do you mean?"

"When are we going to get married?" I asked him bluntly. I needed to get to the point. I wanted to know.

"Not sure," He scratched the side of his head. "But we're too young for that right now, Wolfram. Let's not rush into anything,"

"We haven't been. It's been three years since I met you, and you proposed."

"Perhaps, but it's only been a day since I've come to terms with my feelings."

"So what you're saying is, you need more time."

"Yes?"

"Alright, then," I told him, a final tone to my voice. It depressed me, but I couldn't harp on it. I wanted to marry Yuri, as soon as possible, today if we could, but I wasn't about to make him do anything he wouldn't be happy with. We all got back to eating, an uneasy silence filling the room. It was quite unusual for there to be a silence when you were around Mama.

"So, what movie are you going to see?" Mama asked, striking up conversation again, though I could tell Yuri didn't feel like being a large part of it. He was embarrassed.

"A…horror film." I told her, still slightly confused on the matter.

"Oh, ok, that sounds fun." She smiled brightly.

"Yeah," Yuri replied.

"When are you going?"

"Dunno, in a few hours I guess."

"Why don't you two go to lunch together first?"

"We could do that," Yuri smiled, taking another bite of his fish.


"So Wolfram, what do you feel like eating for lunch?" he asked as we strolled down the street. I looked up at the sky, thinking.

"Dunno, I'm still not used to the names of all the kinds of foods here. Why don't you pick?"

Yuri didn't look satisfied with that answer. "But this date is for you, I wanted you to choose." It made me happy that he was being so selfless, but I really had no idea of what to ask for.

"Alright then," I sighed, trying to think of any kind of food from here on earth. "How about…pasta?" That was what it was called, right? I wasn't the biggest fan of it, but I couldn't think of anything else.

"Italian food then, alright." He nodded.

"Italian that means it's from Italy, right?"

"Yep," He smiled.

"A peninsula in Europe where the Vatican, Pompeii, and Sicily are all located?"

"Yeah," he was a bit impressed, I could tell. "That's amazing that you know that."

"When I get bored, I read your books."

"You have a strange way of entertaining yourself."

"There's a lot to be gained from knowledge." I shrugged. When we finally stepped from his neighborhood, he led me straight to the first Italian place he knew of. It was small, quaint, had a rural feel to it. Yet, it was in these huge crowds of people, surrounded by 'skyscrapers' and 'technology'. I felt as if it were hugely out of place. He took me inside, and I was able to take in the whole sitting area with one glance. We walked up to a man in a white shirt behind a podium.

"For two?" he asked, eyeing us. Did he have a problem with something?

"Yes, please," Yuri replied. The man took us across the carpeted floor, sitting us at a table in the farthest right corner. I liked it there, it seemed a bit more personal.

"Someone will be with you in a moment to take your drink orders." He bowed and walked away. The music that played around me was sweet, and romantic almost. Even though it was noon, you could sense the quaint, familiar atmosphere that came with the late evening and love. Yuri picked up his menu, staring down at it for only a moment, then smiled and set it back down.

"I know what I want," he grinned. "What about…you?" he had started, but realized it was a stupid question when I hadn't even looked at the damn thing yet. Before I could though, a young girl of about…I'd say seventeen walked up to us, her notepad out, a smile on her face.

"Hello, my name is Yoko, and I'll be your server today."

"Hello Yoko, my name is Wolfram, and this is my fiancé, Yuri," I motioned towards a disturbed and shamed Yuri. The waitress giggled.

"I see, it's nice to meet you two, do you know what you would like to drink?"

"I'd like a glass of Johannisberg Riesling," I told her, and watched as Yuri slapped his forehead.

"We'll just both have water," He answered instead. She smiled, nodded, and walked away.

"What was that for?"

"There's a drinking age Wolfram, and besides, you have no form of ID! You can't go around drinking to your heart's content!"

"Well, excuse me, there's no drinking age in Shin Makoku, I didn't know." I rolled my eyes at him and crossed my legs under the table.

"I'm never going to bring you to a restaurant ever again…"

"Is that a threat?" I asked him, eyes narrowed.

"It's a promise, until you learn how to speak to normal people. You embarrassed me. You can't go around telling everyone I'm your fiancé without knowing who they are. They're strangers."

"Why does that matter? You tell your family, and your friends, so why does it matter if you tell someone you'll never meet again. I'm no child, Yuri, you can't treat me like one."

Yuri sighed harshly, rubbing his temples. "Alright, alright, fine. But your mouth is going to get you in trouble one day. I'm only looking out for you, Wolfram. You have got to watch what you say."

Then the waitress walked up, handing us our glasses of water. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help overhearing your conversation. This may be out of place, but as much as I agree with you," She motioned to Yuri. "If you love him, you shouldn't be ashamed of him. That's what this is about, correct? Not about," She glanced at me. "this young man's mouth."

"I'm much older than you, you know," I told her, grinning. Much, much older.

Yuri cleared his throat. "I'm not ashamed it's just that…well…I don't know, maybe I am," he shrugged. There was nothing really all that shaming about it. "The culture's bit different here than from where Wolfram's from."

"Oh, so he's a foreigner! Where's he from?"

"Umm…France." France?

"Oh yeah, I can see that. The hair and eyes." She nodded. "You're fluent then?"

I thought back, that small device Anissina had given us for our first trip here had taught us multiple languages. "Oui. Parlez-vous François?" Was that right?

She laughed. "All I know is that you asked if I speak it, which I don't." She held her notebook to her chest, smiling brightly. "Well, do you know what you'd like to eat?"

"Well, I know," Yuri looked at me from the corner of his eyes. "But I think he needs more time."

"Alright, I'll be back in a few minutes then."


When we were done, Yuri, scoffing, dragged me from the restaurant, Yoko giggling the entire time.

"Now, I'll still go the movies with you, but you have to be quiet." He told me. "That's an order, as the 27th Maoh, the demon king of Shin Makoku." He tried and failed to stay stern.

"Yes, your majesty," I grinned. It only took us five minutes to slowly walk to the 'theater'. As I'd been told, it was unlike a theater in the Demon World, where only playwrights took refuge. This world only served to further confuse me.

The horror film we had chosen to see had something to do with 'vampires', I knew that. Of course, that was all I knew. Oh wait, maybe it had something to do with 'aliens', or perhaps 'zombies'? I sighed. Again, this world was insanely confusing. What was with all of these 'aliens' and 'zombies'?

Yuri sure had a strange way of showing affection…


Oh em geez! A date? Well, a small step is still a step nonetheless. *shrugs* Thanks guys. Love ya'll! (every time I type that I feel more Southern than the last time I did. I guess it's habit of actually saying it, and then hearing how weird it is to say 'you all')