Forgotten XI

Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou does not belong to me and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at this point in time.

Pairings: Wolfram and Yuuri, others mentioned.

Spoilers: Everything through episode 60.

A/N: Murata's rambling will be cleared up, hopefully soon… And I can't believe I'm already thinking about a sequel. Just for the record, if an event happens in the anime that I want to leave mostly intact, I'll gloss over it. It will be mentioned, and they are not unimportant, I just don't want to rewrite the whole thing, and I hope you can understand the events without having seen those episodes.

Murata's eyes fixed on the remains of the puppet that had been controlling the human king Belal.

There was a certain irony in that a puppet had been controlling a king, who was now a slobbering wreck on the floor.

"What was that thing?" Shibuya said, watching with wide eyes as Wolfram rifled through the robes that had been the puppet. "Why would it be doing this? Why would it kidnap Wolfram?"

Murata knew, but he wasn't telling. "It was a box."

"What?"

Murata smiled thinly. They were at least now distracted. "It was a box who was controlling those dolls… I think they are preparing for something. I just have no idea what."

Perhaps that was enough verbal slight of hand for now- but he could feel Yozak's eyes on his back. That one was far sharper than anyone gave him credit for.

"At any rate… I don't think Belal is going to be hurting anyone for a while now, Shibuya," Murata laughed, pointing at the prone monarch. He was drooling all over the carpet.

Disgust filled the Maou's features, before he turned and marched out.

The boat ride home was uneventful, though they left Aldebert behind, along with his strange collection of characters.

"That was fun. Let's never do it again," Yozak yawned, stretching.

"Oh, we'll find something else," Murata leaned back. "We need to go talk to Ulrike when we get back."

The arrival home was punctuated by everyone's relief, a certain little girl dive bombing her fathers with a hug, and both Yuuri and Wolfram becoming reacquainted with Celi-sama's bosom.

Murata found all of this extremely amusing; it was a pleasant distraction from what he knew would be coming.

They all went to rest, for at least a few hours… they all needed baths and clean clothes, and Murata sighed when he saw the two boys heading to Yuuri's room arm in arm.

Rolling his eyes, he wondered what those two thought of as 'rest' now.

Shaking his head at teenagers (ignoring his own similar state or that he would be quite happy doing the same) he waited.

They would leave for Shinou's Palace soon, and he wondered if he should find another bottle of booze before hand. Yet he could imagine what the priestesses would say if they saw him stumbling, so he decided against it.

The night slid along, and Murata could feel it crawling against his skin.

After what seemed like forever…

"Time to go."

"I think," Yuuri whispered faintly, stopping to lick his lips. He felt so good he didn't want to finish the thought because it would be a distraction.

"We got it right this time?" Wolfram murmured, feathering small kisses over his collar bone and neck.

"Oh yes…"

The king felt delicious- relaxed to the point of being boneless and sweaty and sticky from semen. He could feel Wolfram still inside him, softening slowly but not withdrawing, just holding on to him as he kept worshipping his body. It felt incredible.

Finding Wolfram's fingers, he threaded them together and found his lips with his own, rolling them over so he could straddle the other man.

"Don't think this means you'll be on top all the time," Yuuri said, still a little breathless. He could feel Wolfram starting to get hard again… It had to be the demon blood. The man was insatiable.

Not that he wanted him to stop just yet…

There was a water clock somewhere in his room, and by chance he caught sight of it.

"Oh, man," he sighed, and leaned in to press his forehead to Wolfram's, kissing him softly. He pouted. "It's time to go visit Ulrike."

Wolfram groaned, his hips twitching upwards inside Yuuri's body, making the Maou gasp.

"Do you think they'd notice if we didn't go?"

Yuuri nodded, biting his lip. It was so tempting… Wolfram looked so good like this… and he was going to top him next time. That was a promise.

"We had better go before someone like Gunter comes in and dies of shock," Yuuri finally said, rolling to the side. Wolfram withdrew from his body, slowly, and sat up.

They got up and found some clothes… and snuck to the bathes to clean up.

It was a bit awkward as they went to find the others- they had yet to discuss exactly what they should say. Yuuri had known, intellectually, that same sex relationships were not frowned on here; it was another thing to know it viscerally. Yet all that had happened when they'd been found kissing was some laughter…

Relaxing, he reached out for Wolfram's hand when they made their way to the others.

The trip to the Palace of the Original King was a silent one. It was dark and quiet, and no one inclined to talk. Murata was acting far more grim than normal…

They were escorted to the door of the divination room.

"Heika, Geika. The Original Maiden has been expecting you." The two priestesses backed away from the doors, which opened slowly, revealing the eternally young maiden.

Murata immediately noticed something was wrong. "Ulrike."

Her eyes were dull. "Shinou Heika has revealed to me the location of the Mirror at the Bottom of the Sea. It now resides on Earth."

"Earth?" Conrad rasped, disbelieving.

Yuuri gaped. It just… he remembered the story Undine had told them about a box going to another world. That was it?

What else could it be?

Wolfram yawned from his seat beside Yuuri.

"And they don't have Houjutsu or Majyutsu at all?" he asked, steadily slumping to the side. Since they'd not taken a nap Wolfram was definitely feeling the effects. However, Yuuri seemed to be a great pillow and…

"Not that I know of," Yuuri murmured, close to his ear.

"Well, technically it does exist," Murata interrupted, and Wolfram felt his eyes glaze over, sinking over to rest his head on the king's shoulder. "However, this world has started building things instead of using Majyutsu and Houjyutsu."

"It's a world full Anissina's?" Gwendal was stoically horrified.

Both of the dark haired boys snickered, but Wolfram was drifting off, and he felt a warm feeling in his stomach when Yuuri put an arm around his shoulder and…

"I look forward to you telling your mom about your relationship with Wolfram, Shibuya," the Great Sage snickered, smiling faintly. "Knowing her, she'd be thrilled."

Yuuri stiffened. "Murata… do we really have to…?"

"Your mother would love to have you in a wedding gown, Shibuya."

"My mother is insane, Murata," Yuuri protested.

"Ah, but its so much fun!"

"Could someone explain to me what the problem is?" Wolfram asked, his eyes shut from his place on Yuuri's shoulder.

"My mother is a yaoi fan girl," Yuuri complained. "Most people in our world think that two guys together…" He trailed off, and Wolfram opened his eyes to see the pinched, confused expression there.

"Ah, what Yuuri means to say is that his mother would think you two are extremely cute… but other people in our world would probably not have the same kind of reaction."

Wolfram was blank. While most people in this world did prefer the opposite sex… Those that did not… well, what was the problem?

"How would they react?"

"Hmm, it depends on where you are in our world. Where we're going… Well, it's not the worst place but its not exactly encouraged, either. Most of the time people would just call you perverts."

Wolfram stared. "That's stupid."

"It is. Most of the time kids are so discouraged from even considering the possibility, you get people like Shibuya." The Great Sage's smile was evil. "People who have to be pushed into it… Once he came around, I think he was pretty happy."

Yuuri's expression was confused. "Mom might not have a problem but what about dad?" He sounded almost scared.

Murata waved it off. "Your father is a Mazoku. No big deal. Even in our world they have no problem… Geeze, you were really scared, weren't you?"

Yuuri had hunched down in his seat, and Wolfram blinked down at him. "It… being with me… it bothers you that much?"

"N-no- it's just," Yuuri scrambled for words. Conrad took pity on him and supplied them.

"You just never saw yourself falling in love with another man." Yuuri nodded. Then he blushed, because he and Wolfram had never exactly said they were a couple, even if that was what everyone else had guessed.

"It never even occurred to you?" Wolfram asked, incredulous. "But… you kissed me first."

There was a snicker from Wolfram's older brothers.

"And I'd like to meet your family, too…"

Yuuri cringed. "But my family is insane!"

Wolfram grabbed Yuuri's hand. "I love you." He took a deep breath, and plunged on. "And if it bothers you that much… I can pretend otherwise." He nearly squeaked.

Yuuri's eyes went wide, and he shook his head. "No, no, no… I mean, I love you and I don't want you to have to pretend otherwise but my family is insane and the idea of my mom… oh geeze…"

Wolfram saw the expression on Yuuri's face go from angry, to bright red... Probably because Murata and Conrad were snickering and even Gwendal had a soft smile on his face.

"Ah, young love," Murata said dramatically… before the doors opened.

The ritual to arrive in Yuuri's world went by without a hitch… even if it did embarrass Yuuri to have people see where Wolfram had gotten a little too enthusiastic which his mouth earlier.

Arriving in Yuuri's tub, together… made for a very tight squeeze. Then Yuuri rubbed his head. The swords that had been brought with them… wait, they hadn't left with those…

"Did something happen to Gunter?" Yuuri asked, noting that the lavender haired man was not among them.

"He isn't here," Murata said, frowning, and then shrugged.

"Okay… we need to figure out a way to get out of here without anyone knowing," Yuuri began, looking around.

"What was the last thing we were doing here?" Ken asked, drying off his glasses.

"Uh… I was taking a bath and you were teasing me about taking my mom away and then about how you had decided to educate me…" Yuuri's face turned purple.

"Oh yeah!" Murata chirped, smacking his fist in his hand. "I was coming to get you for supper! That means-"

"Ken-chan, Yu-chan," a sprightly, feminine voice called. Yuuri's eyes went wide.

"We have to get out of here!" The buggy dance on wet tiles should not be tried. Wolfram had to grab Yuuri before he went skidding into a wall. "Mom…"

The door slid open.

Yuuri was forever grateful that they all had at least towels hung around their waists… He would have died of embarrassment otherwise. Particularly since Wolfram was holding Yuuri up in what looked to be a passionate embrace. (Not that they hadn't shared those but this was his mother they were talking about here…)

"Ah!" Yuuri turned to see his mother gaping at the group of gorgeous men that had suddenly arrived in her bathroom.

"Mom," he began. "Its not what it looks like!"

"You mean you didn't bring friends with you from Shin Makoku?" she said, then tilted her head at his grip on Wolfram… Which he had not let go.

"Oh, is this your boyfriend?" she asked, hearts in her eyes.

Yuuri wondered if this was how a small furry animal felt when faced with a speeding car. He could not very well deny it- not that he really wanted to…

"Y-yes?"

"How cute!"

Yuuri just knew this would turn into a discussion about wedding dresses- and he turned to someone for help. Anyone. He would have taken Belal.

Conrad cleared his throat. "It has been a long time," he said. That sufficiently derailed his mother…

She was staring at the bevy of attractive men and Yuuri used the opportunity to snag Wolfram and sneak to his room.

Just so they could get dressed. He had utterly no other motivations about getting Wolfram to his room.

Really.

Getting clothes for everyone had been something of an adventure. Apparently there were things they could borrow from various wardrobes… Yet as Wolfram was an in between size, the things he borrowed from Yuuri were just a shade too tight. Of course, Wolfram didn't really mind that much…

Yuuri's eyes were definitely drawn to the snug fitting pants.

This world felt so alien. He wondered how Yuuri had felt coming to theirs, if they were so different.

"You okay?" Yuuri asked, seeing the wide eyed expression on his lover's face.

"What's this?" he asked, kneeling next to box with a glass side. It was opaque, but had what appeared to be some of the bizarre dials and buttons that were the hallmark of so many of Anissina's inventions.

"It's called a television," Yuuri said, absently. Wolfram turned to notice that he had changed into clothing of a similar cut to his own- minus the black.

"Why aren't you wearing black now?" Wolfram asked, honestly confused.

"Ah, black is what we wear to school. Its part of my school uniform… its nothing special. It's what everyone else wears. I like to wear other things… But Gunter never lets me," Yuuri pouted. Wolfram shook his head.

"Mother almost always wore black… Though this could grow on me," Wolfram answered. Then he glanced at the bed, and frowned.

"Do you want me to sleep some place else?"

Yuuri paused, before shaking his head, and sighed. "I guess not… its not like there are a lot of places for you to sleep to begin with and… well, Mom already knows about us… And any moment now, she'll start talking about wedding plans…" His eyebrow twitched.

"We'll neither of us have proposed so I don't see why that would be a problem." Wolfram blushed faintly. "She can't make us get married."

Yuuri's eyebrow twitched again, and he turned away. Wolfram wondered why he was slumped like that.

"Are you okay, Yuuri?" Wolfram stood up, walking over to put his hand on his lover's shoulder.

The dark haired boy grunted, and cleared his throat, nodding. "I'm fine. Just… just fine."

Wolfram wasn't exactly sure of that, but since he wasn't saying otherwise, he wasn't going to press.

To Wolfram's delight, Yuuri offered his hand as they left his room to find the others. The house seemed to be small and comfortable… It certainly explained some of Yuuri's personality.

"Bolf-chan!" caroled Yuuri's mother, who was putting out plates of… some kind of stew? His nose twitched at the spicy smell.

Then he noticed the taller, older man with Yuuri's mother. He was gazing at Wolfram sternly- or more to the point, staring at their hands.

"Uh… hello… Dad." Yuuri was sweating. "Um… this is… this is… my… myboyfriendWolfram."

Wolfram gripped his hand tighter, before bowing deeply. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Chichiue."

Yuuri kept sweating while his father eyed the blond boy. "Hm. Well, at least you've got a happier face than that guy did," he pointed with his chin at Conrad.

Wolfram stood up, and Yuuri let out a nearly explosive breath. He could hear his lover croak. "I'm alive…"

Wolfram hoped he was being sarcastic.

Everyone shuffled into their places at various tables, showing that this place was filled to capacity. Apparently the only person missing from the Shibuya family that night was Shori, Yuuri's older brother.

Wolfram's eyes could not stay fixed on one spot as they tried to take in everything… So strange… he plastered on a bland face and hoped for the best.

"Eh, don't worry about it… I think the worst is over," Yuuri said, when he noticed Wolfram's face. He would have grimaced, but he didn't. Was this how Yuuri had felt? He could only imagine what could happen if he dropped a spork here. What would it mean?

Then he realized things were even stranger. No sporks at all.

"Ah, let me make some introductions," Yuuri muttered, smiling painfully. "This is my father, Shibuya Shouma; this is my mother, Shibuya Miko…"

They acknowledged the introductions, but not without his mother enthusiastically asking them to call her Jennifer.

Wolfram blinked.

"Oh, Bolf-chan," she said after a moment. "How did you meet my Yuu-chan?" In asking that question, her face took on an unholy glee.

"Ah," He paused, thinking. "It was in the hallway of the castle. Yuuri had apparently been given my description and called after me, and we spoke for a few minutes. Afterwards… Wait, that's not how we met, is it?" Wolfram looked at his brothers, who along with Yuuri had stopped eating. "Yuuri said we had been friends before I was sick. Though I guess it doesn't matter because that's how we met again, in the hall."

Conrad nodded, his smile strained.

Yuuri coughed… Then Shori came in, leading Yuuri to perform a seated version of the buggy dance.

Yuuri had been unnerved to find out his parents knew about Shin Makoku and that he was king. They had been, in turn, unnerved to find out that Shori also knew about the Mazoku on earth… and that Yuuri was king.

Yuuri was starting to wonder if everyone knew everything but him. Except for Wolfram, who kept secrets from himself.

They eventually decided on a course of action which involved contacting the Maou of Earth. This was again news to Yuuri. He didn't know there was a Maou of Earth.

"What's that?"

Looking up, Yuuri smiled at Wolfram, who was still asking questions about every appliance in the house.

"That's an air conditioner," Murata said, and Wolfram stumbled over the word.

"Oh, Bolf-chan," Jennifer cried, coming out… and the smile was wiped from Yuuri's face. She had brought with her…

His baby photos.

His mother was evil.

"Yes, Hahaue?" Wolfram said, sitting down with her. His eyes widened when he saw the contents of the small book… His mother was babbling about how cute her Yuu-chan was, while Yuuri suffered in the corner.

Eyeing Wolfram as he laughed from the couch, Yuuri thought tonight was definitely be a night to get some revenge.

The battle had gone on for days.

Everyone was exhausted, and he knew the end had come.

Yuuri stood his ground. In a way, he was happy it had come to this. It was his atonement. His soul could finally be judged.

Yet he had to fight on.

The blond man cleared the fog, walking towards him slowly, that useless sword in his hand.

Smiling, Yuuri raised his hand… and watched himself blast off part of Wolfram's arm.

Gasp!

Yuuri sat straight up, almost knocking Wolfram off his bed.

"Hmm?" Wolfram was groggy, but he looked up to see Yuuri's expression. "What's wrong Yuuri?"

The young king smiled wryly at Wolfram. He was tousled and eyes nearly glued shut with sleep… how he had managed to be on top again when Yuuri knew he had been the aggressor last night- they were kissing and he had gotten on top but before he could stop himself…

He blushed.

"It was a nightmare, that's all," Yuuri murmured. He wasn't sure who he was soothing, himself or Wolfram. He flinched when he saw himself, once again, sending the blast of power that had…

Flopping over, he sighed. Wolfram was already out. "I swear you are the hardest sleeper in…"

His fingers combed through Wolfram's sweaty hair, and shifted a bit uncomfortably. Really, he'd been lucky after the past couple of days to be able to walk straight… The thought caused a slightly hysterical chuckle.

He could understand why Wolfram had wanted him so much, after seeing him pass out. He wanted to reassure himself, somehow... Wolfram was all right. He really hadn't hurt his lover. Wrapping his arms around Wolfram's middle, he snuggled against him. The man might kick out his spleen but…

He didn't much care.

Shori stared at the two boys in his little brother's room, before closing the door and turning away.

His jaw worked absently as he tried to find a reaction to seeing the two in such an embrace. It was one thing to know his little brother leaned that way… It was another to see him, at age fifteen, in bed with someone. Anyone.

Staring at the floor in the hall, he tried to put some logic to the situation. His little brother was a loving, accepting person. In this world he was fairly ordinary but he could tell that the three brothers from Shin Makoku adored him in their own way.

Of course, there was the way the two younger men had looked at each other during dinner, or how Yuuri had braved the dreaded baby picture attack from their mother. If that wasn't love, what was?

With a sigh, he turned around. It wasn't like Yuu-chan would allow anyone to direct his life. He had never had. If he decided he loved this Wolfram… maybe there was more to him than just a pretty face.

Yuuri would never stop being his little brother though. Never. Returning to his room, he found the email sent by Bob, and wondered how to reply.

Conrad hid his ever present smile behind a coffee cup as he watched his older and little brother try Japanese food.

He remembered, vividly, his own encounters with this strange world. Using chopsticks had been… um… best not go there.

Yuuri seemed to find it amusing as well, because his lover was gagging on something… Conrad exhaled. Lovers; there was no denying how those two were acting around each other. He was happy that his little brother was able to love the one he had given up so much for, and Yuuri had found someone who would be as devoted to him as Wolfram would be. He told himself that, at least.

"Heika, it seems that we mostly need to wait on a phone call," Conrad said, interrupted what was turning into an attempt to feel Wolfram up instead of patting him on the back. "It might be nice if we could see where you spend your time."

Yuuri blinked and moved his hand from where it had gravitated down on Wolfram's leg (which had started on his back). "Where I spend my time?" The king looked over at the sage, who had come over for breakfast.

"I go to school, the library… the ball field… Do I go anywhere else?"

"There's the arcade," Murata interjected. "But, um…"

"You could always try Ginza," Shori commented. Conrad noted the extremely neutral expression the older Shibuya son was wearing. The solider wondered if he was having as much trouble Conrad would have had, seeing his little brother so obviously flirting.

He didn't anymore. It should have bothered him and yet…

His smile still fixed on his face, he turned away and caught Gwendal's expression.

His brother apparently was not blind to what was going on.

Wolfram's attention was completely fixed on the Maou, who was nodding at the mention of Ginza- and then both of them blushed when Jennifer mentioned a date.

Conrad could already tell that it was going to be a long day.

Yuuri felt his heart warm up when he saw his friends learning about his world. Gwendal and Wolfram were the only two "strangers" to this world, so he could usually count on Conrad for some help when it came to explaining, but it was a lot of fun to get a bit of payback for having to go through all the lessons in etiquette and customs.

The library was quiet, as it should have been. It was amazing how much fun Yuuri had in showing him the different kinds of writing in his word; thankfully the little devices Anissina had given them allowed for written translation as well as verbal. Then again, it may have been that it gave him an excuse to stand so close to Wolfram.

Geeze. You have sex with a guy once- er, okay, tw- no… you had sex with a guy who gave up his memory and his power to save your life, realize he adores you and you find you love him back and suddenly you want to be affectionate in public? Shocking thought.

Yuuri told the random voice in his head to shut up and enjoy leaning over Wolfram's shoulder.

Yet he had noticed another, bizarre trend.

"Do we have fan girls now?" Yuuri asked when they had left the library and headed out to the arcade. It seemed a small group of preteens had been at most of the places they had been that day…

"I think we do," Murata said, snickering, before going to help Gwendal with a grapple claw game. There were many plushy toys to be had.

Yuuri noticed with a bit of humor that Wolfram had stopped to help a number of small kids play a basketball game- ironically he was fairly bad at it, but he was still a sucker for kids. The king watched while he and Conrad started a game of air hockey, thinking that Wolfram would make a very good father.

"The fan girls are still watching us," he said, in Murata's direction.

Then he noticed that one of them was approaching Wolfram. He became so intent on that he forgot what he was doing and lost yet another round in air hockey.

Dammit… Wolfram…

"He wouldn't cheat on you, so you can calm down," Conrad murmured, seeing where Yuuri's attention had gone. The king didn't turn around to look- he was still watching Wolfram back away from the enthusiastic girl. Mine! Mine mine- the girl was plainly not taking no for an answer, whatever it was she was saying, and Wolfram was still backing away. Growling, Yuuri walked over and stood between them.

"Can we help you?" he all but snarled… and the little girl's eyes went wide, as she looked at them back and forth.

"N-no, I just wanted to know if Oniisan would like to go for some ice cream," she whispered, one hand going to her mouth.

"He can't, he's busy," Yuuri said, tone flat. Unforgivably cute girls like that should not be coming so close to his man.

There was a dead silence as the men with Yuuri heard his words, and were more than a bit surprised that Yuuri would ever get that territorial… Though the girl really didn't seem to care, because she suddenly clapped her hands and squealed, before running back to the safety of her friends.

"Oh geeze." Yuuri felt his eye twitch.

Wolfram was baffled.

Murata came up behind him. "Ah, it seems they exist in all realms…"

"What?" Gwendal was just confused.

"Yaoi fan girls."

Most of the day was uneventful, other than Shori's being antisocial and a run in with some bullies. Thankfully the Shin Makoku boys had been absent; if they had been there, carnage would have ensued.

Until evening, and Shori's disappearance with Conrad; they ran out to find a water monster, and Dr. Rodriguez.

They fought. They won. Wolfram was disappointed he lost the charm Gwendal got for him to put on his sword. They were then told the box was in Switzerland.

Gwendal and Wolfram did not like the airplane.

Murata had entirely too much fun flirting with the pretty flight attendant.

Wolfram glared when the pretty flight attendant started flirting with Yuuri.

And so the journey continued.

The box was theirs.

Yuuri could hardly believe it. He had defeated Bob, the Maou of Earth… not that he could quite remember it other than being royally pissed off.

And there it was. Compared to the many other boxes that they'd seen in the past months and weeks, Yuuri thought it was ridiculously plain.

"Be careful with that box, young Maou," Bob said quietly, as they took the boat from the island to the shore. They were standing next to each other, and Yuuri felt his back stiffen when the elder king spoke.

"I'm sure you have the three other boxes in your possession. Have you noticed that the seals on them have begun to fade?"

Yuuri thought about the frightening, bizarre events that had begun in his kingdom, and nodded. Yes, he knew.

"Have you thought of why you are gathering them?"

Yuuri blinked. "Shinou asked Conrad to gather them, and he couldn't come home otherwise."

"Ah." That answer seemed to satisfy Bob. "Do you understand their power?"

"Enough to destroy the world," Yuuri said with a shiver. Suddenly everything had gotten colder.

"Do you know why they are sealed away?"

There, Yuuri drew a blank. "N-no?"

"The power they represent once corrupted the soul of an innocent man. It was a power he should never have found. However, in the end, Shinou was forced to kill him, with the help of the Great Sage. Would you be prepared, young Maou, to do the same? Could you destroy the man claimed by those boxes?"

"No! I could never kill him!"

"I'll ask you this, very carefully, young Maou. It is not a fair or a kind question. If you knew who that soul was, and there was no doubt in your mind that the boxes would reclaim their chosen, could you kill him to save the world? Kill him, and seal his soul away so that it would never rejoin the cycle of rebirth?"

Yuuri felt his mouth flopping open and closed at the question, before shutting it with a snap.

"No."

There was a soft, resigned grunt from the Earth Maou. "Neither could Shinou. That is why this soul still exists." He looked at Yuuri sadly, and turned away. "I understand now. Thank you, young Maou. I hope things turn out well for you."

Yuuri shook his head to clear it. Just when he had thought things could become more unreal…

Backing away, he turned to find Wolfram's smile.

Never mind what old kings said. He wanted to think of happier things. After all; they had won.

To be continued.

A/N: I'm sorry that so much of this was filler. I just wanted to get the box back to Shin Makoku as soon as I could, so I could get on to the major plot points. Hopefully I left a big enough clue for you all.

It's all downhill from here. I hope you all enjoy it, and leave feedback.