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Warning: Implied sexual situation.

Disclaimer: No, don't own nothing but this plot.

Urgh I have no excuse. Especially since my contract finished so I have a lot of time. I keep getting problem with the last part of the story. More Yuuram though so I hope you enjoy. Please review!

Sometimes, he wondered, if someone out there was having a fun time ruining his life. Haha, laugh it up, it isn't like you're the one being kicked out of your home to go 'shopping' with a blonde that you were accidentally engaged to. Especially with what the blonde was wearing now, a light blue tank top and a beige capri pants that left nothing to the imagination, donning a crochet cardigan that slipped onto his shoulders delicately, showing a light expanse of the creamy skin, from the juncture of his neck to where it met his shoulders, and it stopped mid drift just above his stomach, if he hadn't had a mouth on him, he would have looked like everyone's dream girl, though that didn't seem to stop his brother from staring all the same.

His eyes slipped over to the blonde in front of him and he couldn't believe how adorable the blonde looked, that was exactly how he had expected his future wife to dress and the capri pants that fitted Wolfram like a second skin, showing his body off in all the right places, didn't help Yuuri's inner turmoil one bit. He swallowed back a large amount of saliva when his eyes trailed downwards Wolfram's body for confirmation.

"I don't understand why I have to stay in the front to protect you, I thought you said that Earth wasn't dangerous, " the blonde asked, slightly miffed that he wasn't able to walk by Yuuri's side.

"I-I, w-well, that is," Yuuri stammered before blurting out," Conrad would have suggested it straight away."

The blonde stopped dead in his tracks, his shoulders visibly tensed and rigged. Yuuri had also paused in his steps at Wolfram's sudden reaction, he almost let out a slight whimper of fear when the blonde decided to turn, taking wide steps towards him, his face red with contained anger.

"Don't you ever use that on me again," Wolfram hissed, as he came face to face with Yuuri, having tiptoed slightly to be at the same eye level.

When the king did nothing but to stare at the fury in the blonde's emerald depths, he prodded his chest with his finger, "Do you understand?" His finger punctured each word. Yuuri nodded and the blonde stood back on the heels of his feet before walking away.

The black haired king groaned and smashed his face with the ball of his palms agitatedly.

He hoped whoever it was that decided his fate for him was having an equally bad day.

Centuries passed, many of them had him in different parts of the four forbidden boxes, clouded by the Soushi that endangered their world. His Great Sage led many lives without him, falling in love, falling out of it, with or without family, that there are many who could proudly say that they were the spawn of the Great Sage while he was trapped in the never ending darkness, and he could do nothing but sit by and idly watch his former companion being passed on to countless lovers, friends and enemies alike.

But now, now he could do something, now there would be no one else.

Wolfram couldn't believe that Yuuri could thoughtlessly use his jealousy and competitiveness of his brother against him, there were other ways and none could be crueler than being reminded that even if he and the king were finally alone in earth just the two of them, he could still be thinking of his brother.

He picked up his pace when he heard the king calling for him from behind.

"I'm sorry! I really am!" Well, he should be. The blonde pretended not to hear him but did slow down to a casual speed.

"Y-you look really nice today!" That made him stop for the second time that day, he could hear Yuuri doing the same. The black haired king didn't continue, stumped once more from his own words and distracted at the tint of redness forming on the back of his fiance's ear. The sudden silence that ensued cause the blonde to turn around to ensure that Yuuri was still behind him.

"W-What?"

He breathed in deeply, afraid of blurting out something else he didn't want to make known.

"I mean, it's just something I noticed. Did..Did you do this for our date?" He felt like he should have been more mortified at being reminded again of how their outing was actually a date concocted by his mother since the both of them had been cooped up at home the last week and a half, instead there was a quiet happiness in his chest that the blonde dressed up specially for the occasion, even if he had grumbled at first.

"D- Don't flatter yourself. If I didn't wear like this, some two-bit bint would try to snatch you away."

Yuuri wanted to point out that he shouldn't be worried about that, it was very likely that it would be the other way around, and his first suspect would be his own brother, that four-eyed pervert. It didn't escape him that it could also be his own best friend. The creeping feeling was crawling up his chest again.

"You don't have to worry about that." The blonde flushed, thinking that the king meant his plan would work and no girl would try to take him away, misunderstanding Yuuri but when he nodded, and walked by his side, Yuuri hadn't felt the need to correct him. It wasn't like the blonde was wrong about that either.

Conrad smiled as Greta stretched languidly over his bed, she had been inviting herself over frequently recently, he didn't blame her, the castle was quiet without the two rambunctious boys, even Annisina's experiments couldn't fill the silence.

They had already used up all the games that they could find and his niece started yawning to the end of their games.

He hadn't noticed it was quite late till a knock came and he could feel the small hairs at the back of his neck start to stand. The brunette looked over to the child and realised the knock had made her straighten her back from where she was previously nodding off. Her big brown eyes looked confusedly at the closed door, wondering who could be visiting her uncle this late into the evening.

When the inevitable came and the door opened slowly, her eyes widened impossibly. The newcomer stood tensed at the door when he noticed that there was an extra occupant in the room.

"Hello Yozak."

"Hey kiddo, didn't expect to see you here." Greta beamed at him.

"I didn't expect to see you either, Yozak." The only two adults in the room stiffened while the princess started gathering the games she brought. The amount overwhelmed her but she continued picking them up.

"I'll be going off now, thank you Conrad."

"You're welcome, Princess. Have a safe journey back." She nodded.

"Here let me help you," Yozak offered as she walked over to where he stood.

She shook her head and smiled up at him, " No, it's alright, I brought it all here so I'm sure I'll be able to bring it all back. Thank you anyway."

"Goodnight Conrad, Yozak." She turned to bow at them before walking away with her armful of games, leaving the two in an awkward situation.

The brown haired girl walked back to her room in a chipper mood than before. She had missed her two fathers dearly, especially since Wolfram always complied to her wishes and spent time with her and seeing Conrad could usually lift her up from her misery. She started slightly when she saw a figure in the dark.

"It's that you, princess?" She let out a sigh of relief when she recognised Sanguria's voice.

"Yes, it's me." She walked up to the maid.

"Oh are you going back to bed? I'll walk you there. I just had to place something into the storage." Greta nodded appreciatively. They chatted awhile about their day, the princess giggled when she was told that Gisela had reprimanded Dorcasus again. When they reached her room, she thanked the maid and entered before gasping suddenly and turning back to the door. She popped her head out and had to squint slightly to see the retreating back of the woman.

"Sanguria?" The woman turned to face her.

"Yes, princess? Is there something the matter?"

"Oh no, it's nothing like that. It's just that I found out who won this week's love pool."

The train was packed, they were quite lucky to be able to squeeze in, though they were trapped near the entrance. There wasn't even a comfortable space between the two of them and Wolfram's side faced Yuuri's front so there wouldn't be any unfortunate accident should the train lurch suddenly.

There was silence for awhile, both still uncomfortable at their closeness. Wolfram could feel Yuuri's breath on his cheek as the black haired king hung his head low. He closed his eyes briefly as there was nothing else he could do. His breath hitched as his body jerked forward. Somebody was touching him and brushing his bottom.

"You pervert, stop touching me there," Wolfram exclaimed as he tried to push Yuuri away from him, failing miserably as the train was crammed full of people.

"Ssshh not so loud," Yuuri hissed, afraid that people would stare at the pair, getting the wrong idea.

"I'm not touching you!" Raising both his hands to emphasize, regretting it as the train jerked and his body slammed into Wolframs' side. Heat burned into his cheeks as his hands immediately grabbed Wolfram's small waist to steady himself.

Seemingly oblivious to Yuuri's discomfort, he whispered, "Then who is?" Yuuri looked down to the top of the blond head, hearing the slight fear in the tone. He always heard of perverts in the train that molested young women, he never thought that the tales were actual truth. He felt a rising sense of justice boiling in his chest, he looked around but noticed that most that surrounded them had their backs to them and there was barely an inch of space between Wolfram's back and the others, it could have been anyone. He saw Wolfram jerk once more but he was certain nobody had touched him as he had monitored any movement behind the blonde's back.

"It's my side now." Wolfram answered as though reading his mind. The blonde squirmed and moved closer to Yuuri minutely, hoping that his fiance wouldn't notice it. Yuuri didn't at first, still trying to find the culprit around the crowd surrounding them, till his mouth was almost buried in Wolfram's hair, the scent of vanilla filling his nostrils. The familiar anger was threatening to burst, he hated seeing the proud blonde backing away in fear, he had never seen his fiance looking so helpless before, in a different situation he was sure the blonde would have responded in anger. Then again, he was sure no one in Shin Makoku would act so inappropriately, especially if they were familiar with Wolfram's famous outburst and the blonde can't exactly fight an enemy he can't identify.

Yuuri grabbed Wolfram's wrist and used what minimal space they had to turn the blonde around and switch places so that his back was to the wall. Emerald eyes widened in surprise but followed without resistance. He sighed in relief when his back contacted the cool interior wall of the train though he could feel a slight indignation at being treated like an invalid. Yuuri's body towered over him and his hands were planted on the wall beside the blonde's head. He could feel small puffs of breath on the top of his head and he looked up to see Yuuri surveying him, his black eyes hardened with determination, his own indignation wavered when encountered with Yuuri's fierce resolve to protect him. He flushed slightly at the realisation.

He didn't know what was the feeling that overcame him suddenly but it was familiar like a memory from a past long forgotten. No, he did remember and his thoughts drifted on to Weller kyo. And for the first time in a long time he missed his brother and wished he was here.

"You think she knew?" Yozak asked as he watched the princess' body disappear in the corner at a distance.

Conrad smiled, "I believe Greta isn't as innocent as she wants us to believe. She is growing up after all."

Yozak chuckled and shook his head in disbelief, "Kids grow up fast, don't they?" Conrad nodded in agreement.

The orange haired soldier started to remove his clothes, folding each one and placing them neatly on the table by the bed until he was only left with his pants.

"What was she doing here so late anyway?"

"She was lonely, I think she misses her two fathers." The statement made the spy smile weakly, even though he was usually in and out of the castle, he had noticed that the usual lively atmosphere had dropped, even the maids weekly bets were becoming less amusing.

"Yeah, you can say what you want about the two of them but they sure know how to liven the place up. Between you and Gwendal and the two of them, it seems like a funeral right now."

"Thank you for the compliment." He replied, humour evident in his voice.

"Hey, behind this womanly exterior is a man who recognises the blunt truth." He smiled cheekily at his long time friend and fairly new lover which was a recent but not an unwelcome development, seeing the blonde's determination made him realise his own and unlike their king, his paramour was not oblivious to his advances. He laughed silently to himself, how was he to know that the both of them had been dancing around each other for months now, maybe even years.

"I know." The husky tone made him look over to the brunette once more, he could almost feel the pure lust burning in those almond eyes as it rove over his partially nude body.

He responded with a feral grin of his own and slipped into the bed after his captain.

Few hours later after they had fallen asleep, the brown haired soldier rose from his bed, extracting himself carefully from his bed partner. He walked towards the balcony quietly and his brown eyes looked up into the sky, he felt his heart beating against his chest almost erratically, as though hoping to burst through and answer a call far away.

When they left the station, Yuuri looked worriedly over to the blonde who seemed to be surveying the crowd casually, no doubt trying to find the culprit. It was pointless anyway since the both of them had no idea who he was, though the tenseness of Wolfram's body had not receded since they left the train.

"You okay?" He asked in concern.

"Of course, I can handle perverts." The blonde huffed and tried to cross his arms but forgot that he still had Yuuri hand clasped in his when they had reached their stop and his fiance had pulled him towards the exit. Yuuri realised the same thing when he felt his arm jerked slightly, he quickly removed his hand from Wolfram.

"Sorry," He instantly apologised.

"I don't know what you're apologising for. You're my fiance, you are allowed to hold my hand." Wolfram replied, rolling his eyes at him.

Yuuri smirked at him," Really? I was sure you called me a pervert a moment ago." Wolfram blushed brightly when he recalled calling his fiance that.

"Don't be silly, you can be both. You probably can't help it anyway, being a pervert must run in the blood," Wolfram answered fluidly after getting over his embarrassment, "Your brother is certainly one."

Yuuri couldn't help but agree. He felt a little brighter as the small banter made Wolfram less stressed.

He noticed how crowded the shopping district was as they stepped out. It was a school holiday after all, at least they could still move freely without needing to squeeze through the rest of the people there.

"So where are we going now?" Wolfram asked. They had followed the path along the road and reached the traffic light, he knew what they were for from his time on Earth before this. Yuuri was momentarily distracted, there were quite a few pair of eyes on them, mostly from guys, their attention glued on Wolfram, making him feel quite uncharacteristically territorial, most likely because of the unfortunate event in the train. He wished he could tell himself the stares were due to how out of place Wolfram looked in the sea of black but he knew that foreigners were not uncommon in this popular tourist location.

"Yuuri?"

"Oh. I thought since you're going to school, you probably need some supplies. We should probably head to a stationary store," Yuuri answered. Wolfram shrugged, it wasn't like he had anywhere else in mind to go.

He led them towards a shopping mall which was relatively far from the station, it was one of the less prominent mall so it wasn't as crowded as the others. On the way over, he explained a few things to Wolfram that every human should know and some machines that everyone knew how to operate. He was glad that he didn't have much to explain since Wolfram still remembered some details from his first time.

They reached the store, the sign above the entrance reading simply 'Daichi's Store'. Yuuri helped Wolfram choose the different stationeries that he needed, it was no surprise that the ones they picked were mostly in blue, reminiscent of the blonde's blue outfit back home. He saw how Wolfram delighted in the collection of blue supplies he held in his hands, he smiled in amusement. Shin Makoku didn't have stores like this and if it did, it wouldn't have this much supplies and this much array of choices. He could see the attraction to someone like Wolfram.

The blonde stopped over one section of the store, he placed the basket containing his soon to be purchases on the shelves as he reached out for the staplers. He twirled it around his hand, taking in every nook and cranny.

"What's this for?" He asked, genuinely bewildered, he had recognised pens, understanding that they replaced Quills though he was still confused with its difference with pencils, they were both for writing we they not? And he understood what erasers and correction tape were for but what's the point of writing something down if you're going to erase it away later and if you're going to make mistakes then why embarrass yourself further and continue to write, only to have to erase your incompetency away. At least with quills you are always aware of what you're going to write and take care not to make mistakes. Having contraptions to help you erase your mistakes away than prevent you from making them at the first place, makes you lazy. He would never understand Earth humans.

Yuuri had laughed at him when he expressed his thoughts though it was quelled at the look in Wolfram's eye.

The black haired king was amused but he truly admired the way Wolfram looked at things, the blonde was deep down a perfectionist and did not do things by halves. He felt extremely proud at having Wolfram as a friend. He was sure other residents in the castle, wouldn't feel the same way as Wolfram did, they would have worshipped the product, especially since reports or official letters had to be neat and tidy, a letter with a single crossed word would have been scrapped and redone.

"Hmm? Oh that. It's a stapler where you pin papers together when you want to pile them up."

"So it has the same functions as a clip would?"

"Yeah, sure." He didn't know how else to explain it.

Wolfram kept examining it, he wondered how it did that. The stapler unhinged when he pulled it slightly and it only made Wolfram more curious. He held it to his face and pressed it together, the staple flew and hit the back of a guy's neck that stood in front of him, bouncing off his neck. Yuuri had noticed it immediately and turned the both of them around so the man wouldn't suspect them. The man had only scratched the back of his head like he would an itch but didn't turn around.

Yuuri breathed out a sigh of relief, the guy was huge and he didn't want to risk a confrontation. Wolfram, however missed Yuuri's harried reaction and allowed his body to be moved, his eyes widened with renewed interest at the stapler.

"If I was closer, I could have hurt him." He said, his tone brimmed with perverse glee as though he found a new weapon to play with. He felt no ounce of guilt, the burly man would have deserved it anyway, that man had pushed him and almost toppled the blonde over. And still he didn't even bother to apologise!

"You don't have to sound so happy about it." Yuuri replied, weariness in his voice. Wolfram sobered at it but it wasn't like his fiance saw the injustice done to him. If he was the least bit rational, he would have realised the man had only brushed against him but the previous event in the train had made him slightly jumpy and his unbalance was the cause of him almost falling to get away.

"Well, I am. So you can't do anything about it." He said with a huff and turned around, trying to ignore Yuuri, angry that the black haired king jumped to the other guy's defence so easily. Cheating wimp. He didn't see Yuuri reaching from behind. The blonde's reaction was too slow and his fiance snatched the stationery away from him.

"Hey! Give that back!" Wolfram cried, angry that his new found stab-ler was taken away.

"No, if you need to staple papers together, ask someone to do that for you." Yuuri explained, walking away to pay for Wolfram's stationeries after placing the stapler back. "The world is dangerous enough without placing a stapler in your hands."

Wolfram crossed his arms as he watched Yuuri at the counter handing a handful of notes to the cashier. He would have pouted if it did not make him look like a child, "You said earth wasn't dangerous," He wished Yuuri would stop confusing him.

"No."

"But you have too. I need to find His Majesty! He's been gone for so long and we don't know what's the little lord brat's part in this!" Gwendal sighed and massaged his temples. The rest of the castle's residents had readily accepted that Yuuri had been spontaneously shipped off back to Earth and no one questioned the blonde's whereabouts believing firmly that he had followed his fiance back to Earth, everyone except Gunter.

"It has to be some dastardly plan to take His Majesty all for himself. Oh, Your Majesty, how I've missed you." Gwendal had been in the same situation with the advisor for the past two weeks and it has been grating on his nerves.

"I believe you were there with me, Gunter." He paused when he gained Gunter's attention." When Ulrike had assured us that it was Shinou's own doings that had brought the both of them to Earth. Are you questioning the Great One's motive for doing so, Gunter?" The violet haired man paled at the insinuation.

"No. Of course not, why would you say such a thing?" His voice a pitch higher than usual, causing Gwendal to wince," The atmosphere of late has been dreary, it must be making me much more frantic than usual is all. There is no need for any kind of accusation, Gwendal." He lowered his voice considerably and his tone had taken a condescending turn that only agitated the grey haired soldier more than the whiny one from before. A minute ago, Gunter had been perfectly happy laying the blame on his brother, now Gwendal was the one pointed out for accusing the violet haired man. The irony was not lost on him.

"Oh Your Majesty, my hair has lost its lustre ever since you went away." A grey eyebrow twitched, from where he sat the hair had looked the same as usual. It seemed Gunter was being lured into the dribble the castle maids' usually went on about.

Gwendal ignored him and went on with his paperwork intent of finishing it tonight before he went to sleep. And he will sleep, even if it meant sleeping in the company of his stuffed creations than Gunter.

He sneaked a peek at his lover and noticed that his hair looked quite frizzy, then again it might just be because he was pulling at its strands.

Stuffed creations, it is.

The breeze at the top of the building refreshed him, he leaned against the railings and watched the tiny dots of people bustling around the city. They had paid for the purchases and were about to leave the mall when Wolfram's stomach grumbled. He was lucky to have eaten before they left but Wolfram had not since the blonde and his mother was busy upstairs getting Wolfram's outfit ready. He had remembered that there was a small cafe at the open spaced uppermost level of the mall.

Now they were both waiting for the hotdog that Wolfram had ordered.

"Yuuri," the blonde called softly and Yuuri turned in response. The waiter had arrived with their order and stood there waiting for him but his focus was only on the blonde. He went over and took out his wallet from his back pocket.

The waiter was startled for a moment, just realising Yuuri's presence. He blushed faintly and shook his head, his eyes trailing to the blonde once more.

"I-It's okay. It's on the house." Wolfram tried to see what the waiter meant by that, by trying to look at the top of the cafe. The action confused the waiter.

"Wolf, he means it's free of charge." Green eyes turned to him, blinking a few times.

"Oh, thank you then." The blonde gave a smile out of politeness to the man who continued standing there.

The beatific smile seemed to catch the waiter off guard as his blush brightened and he started mumbling incoherently.

"N-no...Prob-problem. Someone as beautiful as you, shouldn't have to pay for just a h-hotdog." Yuuri looked on and gritted his teeth, he was sure if the waiter went on, he would have sprouted phrases like you should be lavish with the finest jewellery, lay to sleep in satin and silk. The territorial feeling was coming back again and it was different from the protective one he felt from before.

Wolfram, on the other hand, bristled at being called beautiful. He was just about to tell the waiter his thoughts when a hand gripped his shoulder, stopping him. The waiter noticed the hand too and trailed it back to the owner of said hand who was now looking at him quite menacingly, the smile on the person's face only served to make him look much more intimidating.

"Thank you," Yuuri said with as much forced politeness as he could muster, "I'm sure it'll be quite delicious."

The waiter saw the underlying dismissal in his tone and took it. He bowed and fled, vowing not to underestimate people's appearances anymore. He hadn't expected the black haired man to be so forceful, even with his build, he had looked like the average Joe. But there was no mistaking the power in his stance, the possessiveness of the hand on the ethereal blonde's shoulder and the hardened eyes. He should have known the blonde wouldn't be claimed by just anyone, it was stupid to think he could have snatched him from his boyfriend without much resistance.

When the waiter had left his sights, Yuuri jerked his hand away suddenly. He didn't know what had overcame him.

Wolfram watched as the waiter fled, confused at what had transpired. He hadn't look at Yuuri's face the whole time since his attention was on the waiter but the sharpness in Yuuri's voice worried him, chillingly reminding him of the Maou's voice whenever he emerged from his fiance. Slowly he turned his head, he released a breath he hadn't realised that he was holding. Yuuri had his familiar confused expression on his face.

"You wimp," He smacked Yuuri's shoulder with his free hand," I thought you went Maou for a second."

The smack had shocked Yuuri out of his reverie. He blinked slowly and smiled guiltily. "It's not my fault that you always think the worst of me." He said, his grin widened as Wolfram huffed and took a big bite out of the hotdog.

"So how is your first hotdog?" Wolfram pondered silently to himself as he chewed.

"It's okay I guess but it's so plain, it's just meat on a bun." The blonde commented.

Yuuri laughed, " Of course it is. You only have the chilli sauce on it. What you need is mustard." Yuuri reached over and grabbed the mustard. He handed it to Wolfram. The blonde took and squeezed it onto his hotdog.

"Like this?" He didn't know what difference it would make. It certainly different look any different.

"Hmm?" Yuuri looked at the hotdog over Wolfram's shoulder. "Yeah."

The wind blew and the Wolfram's blonde locks grazed his cheek. The scent of his own shampoo used on the blonde filled his senses, he blushed it was like his own scent was all over the blonde. He was acting like a dog pissing on their territory or a cat scratching its favourite tree, he was somehow staking a claim over the blonde. Wouldn't you usually do that to a girlfriend? Well, Wolfram was technically his fiance.

Okay, wait, don't go there. Wolfram is a boy and a boy does not stake claims over other boys.

Even if other boys were gorgeous and attracted other boys like bees to honey.

Damn.

"Hey! Isn't that the princess?" Yui shouted as Wolfram and Yuuri was about to pass the playground.

Hearing the familiar voice, Wolfram looked around for its source. He spotted the little girl among her family members. The whole clan turned to the direction Yui pointed and gave off smiles when they spotted him. Yuuri stood there, understandably confused until he spotted a familiar redhead among the children.

"Isn't that Ryuichi?" The both of them walked over to the small clan.

"Hello, Wolfram. Yuuri, is it?" The black haired king nodded in confirmation.

"Nice to see you again." Ryuichi watched as the children tugged Wolfram away from him and Yuuri towards the playground. He was already knackered from entertaining them before and Yuichi was just put to sleep in the pram.

Yuuri grinned as Wolfram was pulled away by the excited children who kept jumping up and down to get the blonde attention.

"Princess?" Ryuichi laughed.

"A nickname they dubbed Wolfram there."

"I guess I understand why. They are quite excitable, aren't they?" This caused the brunette to laugh even more.

'Yeah, that's my siblings for yo-," He stopped mid-sentence and blinked before squinting his eyes and leaned away from the bench he sat on. "Hah! He's wearing my old clothes! It seems to fit him nicely though. But I've never seen the crochet before."

"So it's yours?" He had been wondering about that. " I think it might be my mum's. The crochet, I mean. She kind of dressed him up." Yuuri didn't notice when Ryuichi's eyes glazed over for a moment.

"That's nice, she's quite understanding of the two of you."

"Understanding?" Yuuri turned and studied Ryuichi's expression. Ryuichi's face changed from mild surprise to embarrassment.

"Don't get me wrong, I mean I bat for your team. Not you exactly though, have a man to call my own."

Yuuri's face immediately flushed red. "Wait, you're getting the wrong idea!" He waved his hands frantically," We, me, him and I. We-we're not like that."

"Hey, no need to kick up a fuss. I told you it's no big deal. He gave away your relationship the moment I saw him." Yuuri gulped, what if this happened in school?

"He was wearing your blouse and nothing else. Pretty forward since he's quite young, isn't he? But your mum approves so it should be fine. I say go for it, love is love, right?" Ryuichi had an earnest expression on his face. Yuuri was about to protest but he remembered Hube and his struggles for his love to be accepted. But that was different it was a demon and a human. Not between people of the same gender. Even if he had some feeling for the blonde, it has to be wrong.

Ryuichi looked at the playground where the children played with Wolfram, Yuusuke tagged the blonde and ran away as fast he could. "If my mum was like that..."

"Sorry, was in my own thoughts for a moment. Did you say something?" Ryuichi smiled and shook his head.

He followed Ryuichi's gaze and he lingered on the blonde, he wondered what would make Ryuichi sound so depressed as he talked about his mother. His own mum was of course supportive, she's been trying to get him into dresses for a long time, he was happy that he grew and could not possibly fit into any girly dresses anymore but Wolfram was still the perfect size for it. But the brunette had meant that it was nice that his mother was understanding of his relationship with Wolfram, even if there is none. Then again, everyone he knew was supportive of it. The ones whose thoughts matter, of course. What was stopping him then?

He looked over to Wolfram and noted how his hair bounced as he chased the children around the playground, how the light reflected off his exposed skin and blonde locks forming a halo and how beautiful his unguarded smile was.

If Wolfram was a girl, would he have given their relationship a chance?

It scared him that his answer was an immediate yes.

Murata had the most horrible day.

He wished he was exaggerating but he knew deep in his heart that he was not. Someone out there was cursing him.

He had woken up this morning feeling clammy. And as the first rush of water hit him as he showered, he had shivered and sneezed which only continued even after turning on the water heater. He still had to dredge himself to the kitchen for breakfast and realised he had forgotten to stock up. The supermarket that he usually patronised was crowded with housewives trying to get the morning's fresh picks so he ended up buying a microwave meal from the minimart that was a few blocks away, his nose dripping from the flu.

When he returned and ate, he hadn't realised that he had bought an expired frozen dish which explained his afternoon diarrhoea. He laid in bed the whole day, clutching his stomach that was torturing him with cramps. It was only in the evening did he check his temperature and found out that he was running a small fever. He had to go back to school in a few days, he didn't want his first day back to be overrun by illnesses. He called a cab to take him to the nearest clinic. The doctor saw him and prescribed some medicine. He thanked the doctor and sat in the waiting room.

The clinical assistant called his name and smiled sweetly when he came up to her.

"That'll be $54.50."

"Oh ok." He rooted around his wallet and found that he only had $54.45. He frantically searched for a mere 5 cents more. He could feel himself shutting down and he had never felt more helpless than he did then.

"I've only got $54.45. Maybe you could take away the charcoal medicine for my diarrhoea." He said dejectedly. He could feel the woman's eyes on him, pitying him. She shook her head and took the money he held out.

"Don't look like that. I know a bad day when I see one." She pushed the medicine towards him, "Think nothing of it and you can repay me by getting better."

Murata couldn't believe what she was saying, finally he can see the light in this dark day. He bowed repeatedly thanking her. She chuckled at his antics.

"Just remember to take the recommended dosages. Nothing more. Nothing less. Even though it's tempting to take more than needed."

He felt lighter as he left the clinic. He just didn't know what awaited him at home.

TBC

Read and review. Drew up Wolfram's clothing in deviantart, my username is (Cocoa-Mocha) And also the Yuuram scene. I'm a beginner so criticism is allowed. haha.