Conrad was standing on the balcony, illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. He ran his fingers across the railing, and stared into the large, bright moon.

Julia. The name came unbidden to him, and he silently reminisced upon her. The memories flitted across his mind. She was beautiful, in so many ways. His mind imagined her gorgeous blue pendent, and his thoughts drifted to His Majesty.

The two were very similar. No doubt about that. His Majesty had the same love, faith and compassion as her.

But there was so much more to His Majesty than that. He was loud, outspoken and oblivious, with inherent boyish charm. Julia was quiet, serene and wise.

No, Julia and His Majesty were completely different people in his mind. And if he ever had to choose between them—not that he thought it would ever happen—then the choice was clear.

Yuuri.

After finding himself on the ground again for what seemed to be the billionth time, Yuuri decided to just get away from his room—and Wolfram.

He stumbled out of his room and walked down the dark corridor. The looming objects adorning the walls, which were barely lit by the moonlight, unnerved him, and he clutched onto the blue pendent reflexively. He realized what he had done, and he stopped, gazing intently at the necklace.

This was Julia's necklace. Conrad had denied that she was his girlfriend, but it was evident in his eyes that he truly cared for the woman.

But what about him? He knew that Conrad was devotedly loyal, but he is the Maou.

Then he remembered his smile, and baseball, how he was always there, how he gave him this when it meant so much to him, and something clicked in the back of his mind. He blinked back the tears welling up in his eyes.

He needed to see Conrad.

Conrad heard footsteps faintly but steadily approaching. He tensed, and his hand went to his sword, ready to strike when necessary. When the footsteps were loud and clear, he moved into position, ready to take out the invader who dared to harm His Majesty, when—

"Conrad! There you are!" Yuuri's voice proclaimed with relief shining in his voice. When he took in Conrad, his brows furrowed. "Conrad?"

He relaxed—somewhat—and sheathed his sword, which he had been holding up. "Your Majesty, what brings you out so late?"

"I—" Yuuri began, struggling with his words, "I want to talk," he mumbled sheepishly.

Conrad stepped back, and gestured towards the balcony. Yuuri slowly walked onto the balcony and stopped at the edge, admiring the perfect sphere of the moon. When he turned to see Conrad standing next to him, the light highlighting his features and with a patient gaze, Yuuri's mouth froze.

How could he even begin to say anything? How could he be coherent enough to not only express his… appreciation of Conrad, but to not sound like a pansy or an idiot at the same time?

Instead he looked down at the necklace, and he held the pendent in his hand, trying to gather the right words to say.

But Conrad seemed to know what was on his mind. "I cared for Julia a lot," he began, "But you're very important to me, Yuuri."

Yuuri brightened. "You're important to me too, Conrad!" Good, that didn't sound too stupid. Wait a second… "You called me Yuuri!" he exclaimed with a wide grin.

Conrad only smiled and nodded.

Yuuri was consumed with the impulse to hug him, so he did; and their silhouettes against the moon formed one being.