Whoa, this is probably the fastest I've ever put up a chapter. Well here is where things start to get interesting so have fun with this one.

Disclaimer: Don't own Kyou Kara Maou, never have and never will.

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Opening his eyes the dark-eyed boy sighed and rolled over to read the alarm clock on the nightstand beside his bed. Its read numbers read six O'clock. Damn, sleep was just not something he got much of last night his mind was far too busy floating around all the new memories stuck in his mind… mostly the thought of the naughty blond.

The kid didn't look older than me. Yuuri sighed as he cuddled deeper into his blankets and shudder, I could feel the hate coming off of him… he really didn't like me. Oh well it's not like I'm ever going to see them again.

Taking in a deep breath Yuuri sighed as he thought about the mean look on Raven's face, the girly Gunter with his long volute-tinted hair, Wolfram the bratty blond and lastly he thought about the shadow in the window that night when they dropped the blond off. Who was that man?

"Yuuri sweetie!" the woman with the braided brown hair opened his door and was oddly cheerful again this morning, "Time to get ready for school!"

Sitting up Yuuri looked over at his mother and nodding as she left he couldn't help but smile, Well last night wasn't so bad, I mean she was too busy hugging me to death than yelling at me.

Stretching and yawning Yuuri knew that this was going to be a long long day. Something was building in the pit of his stomach, anxiety of going to a new school? Maybe. Whatever was causing it, Yuuri tried to ignore as he looked down at the new all black uniform that made him feel like he was going to a funeral rather than class. Unbuttoning his shirt and stripping out of his pants he scratched his stomach and finally noticed the half hard erection he was bearing.

"Ah! How the heck did I get this?" he slapped his hands on his temples and sighed when a thought of the half-naked Wolfram appeared in his mind, "Oh great. Damn these teenage hormones!"

He continued to mutter and curse himself for such impure thoughts of the other boy err man? Once he was finished dressing himself he walked downstairs not even bothering to grab breakfast before he ran out of the house and down the street. Once he hit the block that he remembered Wolfram's house was on his feet seemed to slow to walking speed.

He soon found himself stopping in front of the same house he seen hidden in shadows last night. He studied the stone walls and the bright yellow front door and window panes they were nearly the same colour as Wolfram's hair, the thought of that made Yuuri smile. He noticed and remembered the big front window still closed with white curtains but more importantly he remembered the figure that stood there waiting for Wolfram. Soon much to Yuuri's surprise the curtains swung open and there stood a tall man with long grayish brown hair and a mean looking frown.

Jumping back Yuuri took off down the street a tight grip on his book bag and a scared look on his face, Geez what the heck was that guy's problem! He's scary!

Poor little Yuuri Shibuya soon found himself running all the way to his new found school. He finally managed to catch his breath as he sat down in his new desk in his new classroom and leaned back in his chair. Slumping to his desk placed a warm cheek to the cold wood and sighed, What the heck is wrong with me?

"Yuuri? Isn't that a girly kind of name?" a questioning voice came from beside he and Yuuri turned to see a boy with glasses on his face.

"Problems with my name… take them up with my mom she's the one that picked it out." he sat up and stared at the other boy with tired face, "It's not like I had anything to do with it."

"Ken." he smiled and held out his hand, "Ken Murata."

Taking the hand of the other boy Yuuri smiled back, "Yuuri Shibuya, well it's nice to meet someone at least."

Soon the cooing of the girls could be heard and Yuuri and Ken both looked over to where the noise was coming from. The classroom door was opened and there in the doorway stood a blond boy with emerald green eyes a fan-club of giggling girls behind him. He walked away from them and soon he was frozen in his place as he eyes meet the black of Yuuri's.

Wolfram's mouth seemed to form Yuuri's name but nothing was said at all as he turned and ran out of the classroom. Ken stared and was startled as Yuuri jumped out of his seat and chased after the popular blond one.

"Do they know each other…?" he tilted his head in confusion as Yuuri disappeared from view.

"Wolfram wait!" Yuuri was in hot pursuit of the boy in front of him as he chased him through-out the hallways and up staircases, "Wolfram I said stop!"

Wolfram just kept running up and up until he opened the door to the roof looking back he thought he lost Yuuri so looking back he was in surprise when he soon found himself pinned underneath the dark-haired boy, "Get off of me!"

Wolfram was wiggling and squirming underneath him trying to gain control but not getting anywhere with Yuuri holding tight to his wrists and keeping his full weight on Wolfram's hips as he stared down. Yuuri's mind was burning with so many questions now but all he could ask was—

"How old are you?"

"What?" Wolfram looked up at Yuuri and stopped his squirming.

"Tell me the truth Wolfram—how old are you?" Yuuri's grip was still tight on thin wrists lightly squeezing all the bit more when Wolfram turned his gaze away from him, "Tell me."

"Why the hell should I tell you anything?" Wolfram protested, "I barely know who you are. You have no right digging your nose in other peoples business."

"Well I am making it my business!"

Wolfram's gaze turned back to Yuuri but his angry glare was broken easily by the one that Yuuri was giving him in return. Black eyes were changed from innocent and warm to evil and cold; where was the Yuuri Shibuya that he had met last night? This person who was straddling him now certainly wasn't the same wimp from that night—this was different.

The grip on his wrist was actually starting to hurt and his could feel his fingers going numb so taking in a deep breath he sighed, "Sixteen."

Shocked Yuuri let go of Wolfram's wrist and continued his interrogation, "You're only a year old than me! What the heck are you doing working in a place like that!"

"That's none of your damn business, you wimp!" Wolfram winded an arm back and punch the face above his sending Yuuri falling off of him getting up quickly he was the one on top now holding Yuuri up by his collar he shook him, "Fuck you Shibuya! You're just like everyone else this is none of your damn business so fuck off! Don't pretend you can just start caring about someone you don't even fucking know!"

Yuuri looked up at Wolfram's face through his newly forming black eye as he was being shaken. He could see the watery eyes of Wolfram and soon the flat of his palm painfully kissed Wolfram's left cheek. The sound of the slap seemed to echo all around them and Wolfram lost his grip on Yuuri's collar both boys just continued to stare at each other.

"Not everyone is against you." Yuuri pushed Wolfram off of him and began to walk away, "Maybe there is someone that actually cares about you, brat."

Wolfram placed his hand against the cheek that was burning and stinging red as he silently watch Yuuri leave him alone.

(Later that day…)

"He sure let you have it." Ken held the ice pack gently against Yuuri's eye, "I guess that will teach you not to start things with him."

Yuuri grumbled as he looked up at Ken who sat on the sink counter in the boy's bathroom, "What do you know about Wolfram?"

"Wolfram Bielefelt." Ken sighed, "The most beautiful boy at the school; he has many female admires and is even rumored to have a lot of male admirers as well. Wolfram's also the captain of the school's fencing team and undefeated champion in the entire school district. Most people believe that he is the reincarnation of some dead prince."

Yuuri looked at Ken and sighed himself, "All that makes you sound like you are one of those rumored male admirers."

Ken just chuckled and removed the ice pack from Yuuri's face, "Nah, but it is impossible to go to this school as long as I have and not know about him. He's like a celebrity here fully worshiped and everything."

Sighing Yuuri leaned his head on his hand, "Great I just slapped the school's god across the face, but he didn't have to be such a jerk!"

"Did you know that he lives without parents?" Ken was cleaning off his glasses and despite Yuuri's anger he continued, "He's father and mother were never really together when he was born and she doesn't live there with him."

Guilt. Instant guilt and its mighty sledgehammer began to bang and break up the pieces of Yuuri's anger toward the blond. Yuuri looked over at Ken and stared wide-eyed at him, "So he's like an orphan? So I bet that man he lives with is a guardian."

"You know where Wolfram lives?" Ken placed his now clean glasses on his face and turned to Yuuri while placing the ice pack back on his face.

"He only lives a block of two away from my house…" Yuuri shivered at the touch of the cold to his eye.

"You better keep quiet." Ken smiled and moved a strand of hair away from Yuuri's face, "Girls and boys alike would pay money to be able to know where he lives."

"That's sad."

"I know."

Leaning into the cold of the ice pack Yuuri's mind was lost in so many thoughts, So Wolfram lives without parents? That must be really tough. He's only a year older than me and he works in a strip club? How the heck did he get a job like that anyway…?

Ken's smile faded when he noticed the distant look in Yuuri's eyes as he stood there silently lost in deep thought.

"Shibuya? Hello, earth to Shibuya?" Ken poked part of the swollen bruise and Yuuri snapped his attention back to him, "Come on, the bell rang we should get to last class."

"Oh…" Yuuri chuckled nervously and followed Ken out of the boy's bathroom and into the busy hallway, 'I wondered what Wolfram is doing now?'

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Behind a locked door of a single bedroom was the heavy panting and low moans of the blond boy that continued to pull his hand up and down his cock in a steady rhythm… his attempt at release. Green eyes hidden behind heavy lids, blond bangs lightly damp with sweat, the light red flush across his cheeks and nose, delicate fingers working their naughty way up and down as Wolfram sat on his bed and leaned against his bedroom wall. His favourite image brunt into mind.

So many years had gone by since he had last seen that face with the gentle eyes of hazel and soft kind smile, a long time passed since he was able to play with soft brown hair, so many years since he was able to crawl into a safe bed when childish nightmares wrecked havoc on his mind... so many years since he had last seen his brother.

Biting the corner of his lip Wolfram kept himself from getting too loud he knew that Gwendel would be home any minute. This had become quite the routine… everyday getting home early by cutting last class, sitting alone in his room and finding himself lost in thought… the thought of him. Never really sure whether it was an "incestly" infatuation or just teenage hormones at the sight of a beautiful stranger that caused the hard-on but he needed to get rid of it.

Up and down… up and down… over and over again. Sucking in a sharp breath as he felt his whole body becoming heavy until he came. Hips lightly jerking forward as he lightly banged his head on the wall he was leaning against. Taking in the last thoughts about his beautiful stranger before opening his eyes and waited for his breathing to return to normal.

Wiping his hand clean in his sheets he hopped off his bed and pulled back up his pants and boxers. He soon went about collecting the dirty clothes in the hamper and the dirty sheets off his bed for laundry. When he stopped and looked down at the red knuckles on his right hand rubbing them gentle he knew that Gwendel would notice them right away and questions were sure to follow it.

Maybe there is someone that cares about you, brat. Yuuri's words burn in his ears as he screamed out and punched the closest wall making his knuckles even more red and sore. Hiding his face the blond dropped to his knees and bit back the tears that were trying to escape just like earlier on the roof.

"Damn him! He's just a wimp and a liar only trying to trick me!" Wolfram screamed into his hands, "No one cares! No one could ever care!"

Placing his hand on the door Gwendel sighed wanted to help ease the pain he knew that he little brother was hiding but just didn't know how. He had just got home and went to change when he caught the muffled sound of his sobbing little brother.

"Wolfram…"

To be continued

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Mwa ha! Another chapter is completed, so how'd you like this one? I do believe that this story is coming along much nicer than I thought it would… so now it's up to you! Please review! (on hands and knees). Come on, you know you wanna!

Ja ne!