May Twenty-Fifth—Friends

This one is dedicated to everyone who wanted more Kyou Kara Maou

Misaki stared at a boy in the street. He looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he'd seen him. He certainly wasn't from Japan, not with beautiful blonde hair like that. And the fact that he looked confused and pissed was making it seem like he wasn't even aware of where he was.

Misaki should have just ignored him like the other people around them, but his need to help confused people nagged at him. He took a few steps forward pausing in between parked cars. He was rather surprised that the boy hadn't been hit yet. "Excuse me," he called. "Do you need help?"

The boy looked at him with angry emerald eyes even brighter than his own. And they recognized each other at the same moment. "You!" they both yelled. A car brushed perilously close to the blond, sending him tumbling to the ground and into further oncoming traffic. Misaki shot out from between cars, grabbed Wolfram's wrist and dragged him to his feet and out of harm's way as another car passed them by.

"Jeez," Misaki snapped. "Be more careful! Don't just go standing in the middle of the street for no reason!"

"What are you doing here?" Wolfram asked. "And what's your name? And where the hell is Yuuri? Are you hiding him?"

"Who…what?" Misaki's head spun as the other boy babbled angrily. "I'm not hiding anyone…I was just going home."

"Then where is Yuuri?"

"Yuuri…you mean the other guy I met?"

"Yes! The double black."

"Well, I haven't seen him since that day."

Wolfram pulled back with a moan. "Jeez, why are you so worried?"

Wolfram grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and pulled him close. "He's my fiancé, of course I'm gonna be worried!"

"Fiance?" Misaki gasped. "But two men can't get married. It's illegal, otherwise, Usagi-san would definitely have—" He clamped his mouth shut as he realized what he was saying.

"It's not a problem in Shin Makoku. Men get married all the time."

"Oh…great." Misaki looked at the ground. Usagi-san would definitely want to go there now. Good thing he couldn't travel between dimensions. "Can you let go of me now?"

Wolfram looked at his hands, still grasping the front of Misaki's hoodie. He was about to drop them when a voice yelled, "Misaki!"

Misaki stiffened and looked back to the street. There was Usagi-san's sports car, looking flashy and out of place as always. He pulled off onto the side of the road and leapt out of the car. He stalked up to the young men and grasped Misaki around the waist and pulled him into a fierce embrace. "Back off," he said, looking at Wolfram. "He's mine."

The boy looked livid. "As if I would! I already have a fiancé thank you very much."

"Well that's nice for you, but if you have one than don't grope other people's lovers."

Wolfram blushed. "I wasn't groping! I was interrogating."

"Interrogating him for what?"

"He was with my fiancé the last time I saw him. I thought he might have taken him."

Usagi's eyebrow twitched. "How's that now?"

Misaki rolled his eyes. "It wasn't like that, he fell into a fountain and pulled me with him. I didn't even know him, and I haven't seen him since. Besides, he can't be more than a freshman. Come to think of it, how the hell are you two engaged at such a young age?"

"Young…I'm eighty-six! That's a perfectly acceptable age to get engaged."

Misaki and Usagi raised their eyebrows at that. "Uh huh, yeah," Misaki replied.

"Just cuz humans die so much quicker than we do doesn't mean you can poke fun at it."

"Wolfram! There you are, I've been looking for you everywhere." The three men turned to see a high schooler coming towards him. He smiled broadly as he walked, but it became surprised when he noticed Misaki. "Oh, hello again, Takahashi-san, wasn't it?"

Misaki blinked and nodded slowly.

Yuuri grinned and said, "Thanks for finding Wolfram, I stopped at a sports store and he must have got bored and wandered off."

Wolfram rolled his eyes. "Well, I wouldn't wander off if you focused more on me that those squares with portraits and numbers on them.

"They're called baseball cards, and I do care about you more." He wrapped an arm around the blond's shoulders. "We'll leave first, then." He cast his radiant smile on Usagi and Misaki again. "Bye."

"Bye," Misaki replied automatically.

As the two walked out of earshot, Usagi-san asked, "Who are those people?"

"No ideas, weirdos."

"Oh. Can we go home now?"

"Yeah, let's."

And they went home.

There you have it, a bit weird but I'm in a weird mood. Anyway, please review:) love ya!