It was a starry, beautiful night. The full moon was shining bright and I had the most beautiful girl in the entire world by my side. Still, being with her worried me. I looked at her, her chocolate brown eyes were closed, a huge smile were covering her face. I had my right arm wrapped around her waist. However, even though it was a beautiful night, even though the most beautiful girl in the world stood by my side, even though I had my arm wrapped around her waist, it wasn't comfortable.

"I'm Lavinia Maddox, Yuuri's new fiancé."

Her words were on repeat in my mind.

"Yuuri's new fiancé."

"Yuuri?" Lavinia's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Hm?" I replied, not really paying attention to her. I was thinking back to the dinner party, the dinner party Günter called 'the greatest success since Heika defeated Soushu.'

"New fiancé?" Cheri-sama asked, and smiled. Lavinia nodded.

"So you have taken one big step already, have you Heika?" I swallowed hard, hearing the question. I hadn't proposed to Lavinia, the thought hadn't even crossed my mind. Or had it? I had always imagined marrying her and have kids sometime in the future. But not yet. I was not ready for it. Even though I could picture us, married in the future, I did not dare thinking of us being together forever, it was too early and I was too young. Instead of replying, or saying what I had thought, I just smiled and sat down.


"Let's eat." My voice was ringing inside my head.

"Let's eat."

"Let's eat."

"Eat."

While Doria served the food and the others were talking and laughing, I was inside my own little world, so far away from the others, even though they were all around me. I was confused, shocked and scared at the same time. Why had Lavinia told the others that she was my fiancé? I was not her fiancé. She was not my..

"Yuuri," Lavinia spoke again. The table, the food, Günter, Gwendal, Cheri-sama, Greta, it was all gone. Only Lavinia and I existed. Only Lavinia and I. The moonlight, the stars. This beautiful night. This beautiful girl.

"Yuuri! Yuuri, what's wrong?" Her voice was so close, yet so far away. And I fell. I fell into a big, black hole.

-

I opened my black eyes, noticing I was lying on the ground. I looked all around me, trying to call for help, but my mouth was dry. Where was Lavinia? Was this New Makoku at all?

Suddenly a shadow appeared in front of me. A young boy. The boy reached out his hand, as to help me up, and I took it. He pulled me up, facing me. His black hair, which was a little bit longer than mine, was blowing in the wind. His eyes, were also pitch black. He seemed to be around my age. He looked like someone I knew very well, I just couldn't put my finger on who.

"Father," the boy said. His voice was dark, but still slightly high pitched. "Father you must realise."

Wait, did this guy just call me f-a-t-h-e-r? I had no kids, except Greta. I opened my mouth to tell him, but out of it came no words. It was like something inside my body was holding back my voice, the words I was about to say.

"Who are you?" I didn't plan to ask him, it was as if though my mouth had it's own will. The young boy smiled.

"I am the future," he replied.

'The future?'

-

"He's going to be alright," Gisela said. "He just fainted."

"Thank Shinou," Lavinia said. She could finally breathe normally again. Yuuri had been acting strange all night, ever since the dinner party found place, she thought. She was worried that her love was sick. She put a hand on his forehead.

"Wake up, Yuuri.."

-

"Wake up, Yuuri.." I looked up, up in the sky. Lavinia's voice was clear, yet so faded, it was close, yet so far away. Just like before.

"She's waiting," the boy said. I looked at him in confusion, and he pushed me, hard.

-

I shot up, my eyes wide open. By my side sat Lavinia and Gisela. Lavinia smiled widely.

"You're awake," she said, wrapping her arms around my neck. I pulled her into a tight embrace and smiled.

"How long have I been asleep?" I asked, looking in Gisela's direction.

"All night, Heika," she replied. "Lavinia didn't leave your side." I looked at Lavinia who was resting in my embrace.

'She must be so tired,' I thought, running my fingers through her glossy hair. Her eyes were closed, she looked so relaxed. I smiled slightly, remembering the weird dream I'd had, during being asleep.

"I am the future."

Had it just been a dream? Or was it more than that?

"Are you alright, Heika?" Gisela asked. I nodded.

"I just had a weird dream," I mumbled.

"It looks like it's troubling you, though," she said, her voice sounding concerned. I shook my head.

"I just wish I knew what it meant, the dream I mean." She smiled.

"If I'm not wrong, father has several books about dreams. If you want, I can ask him for one." I returned the smile.

"I'll go myself," I replied.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "You were knocked out for hours."

"I'm alright now," I said. "You may escort Lavinia to her room though, make sure she's alright. I think she needs to sleep, if it's true what you said, that she was here all night."

"As you wish, Heika."

She helped Lavinia up and wrapped her arm around her. Through the hall I could hear them talk and giggle, like any pair of normal girlfriends ( as in friends ) would. I got up, noticing I was in my underwear. I saw my clothes on the chair next to my bed and picked them up, starting to get dressed.

-

"Günter," I said happily. I had been looking for him for a couple of hours, Blood Pledge Castle wasn't a small castle after all, and I'd had no clue about where Günter had been. Then, after giving up, Gwendal had told me Günter was in the library, and no word was more true. There was Günter.

"Heika," Günter smiled, and bowed. "Heika, you're awake. Both me and Lady Maddox were so concerned."

"I'm sorry to have worried you, Günter," I replied, putting on a smile. "Your daughter, Gisela, she told me you had some books about dreams?"

"They should be around here somewhere.." Günter said, mostly to himself, fumbling around in the bookshelf's. I smiled to myself. Nothing would ever change about Günter. I sat down, waiting for him to finish.

-

"Heika," Günter said. He'd been looking for a while, half an hour I guessed. "Heika, I'm sorry I couldn't find it. Someone must have already borrowed it from he- That's right!" he said, dabbing me.

"Ouch," I said, rubbing my head. "What was that for?"

"Wolfram borrowed it," Günter said, ignoring my question.

"Ah, that solves the problem then.. Wait, Wolfram?" I asked. I didn't feel up to seeing the blonde, he probably wouldn't give me the book as revenge for cancelling our engagement.

"Yes, Wolfram," Günter replied. "Would you like me to prepare your breakfast while you see him?" I sighed.

"I guess it can't be helped."

-

"Come in," I heard Wolfram say when I knocked on his door a couple of minutes later. I opened the door, finding both Wolfram and Lavinia inside the room. Wolfram was knitting, and Lavinia was tidying his closet, looking for dirty laundry.

"Oh. It's you," Wolfram said, without looking up from the wool. "Did you come looking for my maid? She's soon finished." I was confused. Why were Lavinia still working? She was my girlfriend after all. Was Wolfram pushing her this hard?

"Lavinia you may leave us," I said harshly. I didn't like the thought of Lavinia and Wolfram, alone in his room.

"But Heika, I-"

"One, don't call me Heika," I replied, cutting her off. "Two, Wolfram can't go against my will. I am the Maou after all."

"Are you alright with it, Kakaa?" Lavinia asked, looking at Wolfram.

"Whatever the Maou wants, the Maou gets," he mumbled in reply, rolling his eyes. I didn't like the tone in his voice, neither his attitude.

Lavinia bowed and left us. I closed the door after her, my eyes focusing on Wolfram. Had he fallen for Lavinia? Was that why she was still working? That was the reason, wasn't it? I crossed my arms, trying to think of something smart to say, seeing as though Wolfram was paying more attention to the wool than me.

"Why is Lavinia still working?" I asked, hearing how harsh I sounded. I didn't mean to, or did I? I didn't know what was going on in here after all, while I wasn't looking.

"What do you mean 'why is Lavinia still working'?" he asked. "Your girlfriend or not, she's still a maid until you decide to get serious with her."

I felt anger rise inside me. Decide to get serious with her? Who did Wolfram think he was, who did he think he was talking to? I was her boyfriend, we had already 'gotten serious.'

"What do you mean 'decide to get serious with her?'" I snarled. "I am her boyfriend for goodness sake, we are already serious!"

"Whatever you say," Wolfram replied, still not taking his eyes off that damn wool, of course just making me angrier. I walked over to his bed, taking the wool from him.

"Hey!" he said, reaching for it. I threw it in a random direction, grabbing his arms. He looked away, trying to pretend I didn't exist.

"Look at me." He didn't reply, neither did he follow my order.

"Look at me!" I yelled. Wolfram sighed and locked eyes with me.

"What is it, Heika?" he asked, obviously annoyed. "If you came here to argue, I'm not in the mood for it. And I'm busy, so please leave."

"Why is Lavinia still working?" I asked. He sighed.

"I already told you."

"Tell me the god damn truth!" I yelled into his face. Wait, what was I doing? I didn't recognize myself, I was yelling and screaming. I had a hard grip around Wolfram's arms, trying to, to what exactly, scare him? Why was I being so paranoid? I didn't worry about Lavinia last night, especially after she'd lied about the whole 'fiancé' thing. That had made me what, confused, sad? Why was I now so angry? The final question, who exactly was I jealous of..?

"I told you the truth!" he yelled in reply, his voice trembling with fear. I loosened my grip a little bit.

"I love Lavinia," I whispered angrily. "If there is anything going on between the two of you, I swear.." Wolfram's laugh interrupted me.

"You 'love' her?" he asked. I nodded. Knowing he hadn't finished speaking, I didn't say anything.

"I don't think you know what love is, Heika," he said calmly, gently pushing me away. I was shocked. Of course I knew what love was. And why did he keep calling me 'Heika'? What was this all about? I remained speechless. How could I possibly reply to that? So many questions, but no answers.

"How can you say that?" I said, still in shock. Wolfram bit his lower lip.

"Well.. I would have probably had a better chance if I was a girl.."

What was Wolfram saying?

"I mean," he said, putting on a straight facial expression again. "I mean, if Lavinia turned male you probably wouldn't stick around for long, would you?"

"How dare you tell me what I would and wouldn't do?" I yelled.

"Because you're nothing but a cheater!" he yelled back.

"And you're nothing but an elegant, cold hearted whore!" Something inside me must have exploded, and I was probably more shocked at my own words than Wolfram was. I covered my mouth with one hand, mentally slapping myself. What was I doing? What was I saying?

I heard a silent 'sniff.' I looked up, looked at him. At Wolfram. Into Wolfram's emerald green eyes which were filled with tears, he looked back into my black which were filled with guilt. Seeing him cry, tore my heart to pieces. Had the blonde prince cried when I cancelled our engagement? Had he cried for me?

"Wolfram." My voice had changed from hard to soft. "Wolfram, don't cry."

I placed my hand on his cheek, rubbing tears off it. I knew he tried hard not to burst into tears. This was the second time I'd seen him cry, both times just as horrible as the other. Wolfram shouldn't cry. He deserved better. Better than this. Better than me.

"Just.. Let it out," I whispered.

"Fuck it." He burst into tears and I pulled him close into my chest, wrapping my arms around his tiny waist. He sobbed into my shoulder, clinging to my shirt.

"Father you must realise."

The young boy's voice was ringing in my ears.

"You must realise."

Everything disappeared, slowly in front of me. The walls, the wardrobe, the desk, Wolfram's bed. Me and Wolfram were the only sign of existence.

"Realise."

I looked down at Wolfram, forcing him to look back. Our eyes connected, his filled with tears, mine with understanding.

"Yuuri.." he whispered, his voice softer than my pillow. I replied with pressing my rough lips against his soft.