A/N: Me update! Thanks for the reviews minna!
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Chapter one
When Shibuya Yuuri woke up, he was expecting to feel pain in some parts of his body like he had ever since he had "proposed" to Wolfram. After that incident, he had found himself waking up from the floor, tangled in bed sheets, becuase his fiancé turned into Muhammed Ali every night. The one-sided nightly boxing match caused Yuuri to have numerous bruises all around his body.
The very second the young Maou opened his eyes, he knew something was wrong. He felt comfortable. He didn't feel kicked and hit like he usually did. Yuuri blinked stupidly as he noticed he was laying on his own bed… alone.
"Huh?" he said aloud and threw his arm over to the space Wolfram used to sleep in. But now that space was empty and cold. Yuuri rolled on his side. Wolfram's frilly nightgown was left untouched on the chair where Wolfram always threw it every morning while dressing.
Yuuri sat up, scratching his head. Last night he had fallen asleep while waiting for Wolfram to try and haggle his way into the Maou's bedroom. Yuuri secretly enjoyed it when the blonde prince tiptoed into the bed in the infamous pink nightgown, trying to stay as silent as he could so that Yuuri wouldn't wake up. But Yuuri was always awake. Only then when he heard Wolfram's breathing become deep and steady, Yuuri closed his eyes and followed his fiancé into the world of dreams.
But Yuuri, of course, didn't admit this to himself. He did not like boys, he preferred girls. He didn't think Wolfram was any different than Conrad, Gwendal, Gunter…. And never had he thought about Wolfram in any other way than as a friend. No no no… why would he, Wolfram wasn't even that attractive…
"Why do I always lie to myself…" Yuuri muttered, getting out of bed. During the last few months he had nearly come to terms with his feelings towards the vigorous soldier. Still, Yuuri wasn't sure how Wolfram felt. The blonde kept his emotions mainly to himself. Except jealousy and anger, Yuuri mentally pointed out.
He yawned widely and stretched. The sun was rising in the clear blue sky. It was to be a beautiful day, but Yuuri couldn't help feeling a bit uneasy at Wolfram's absence. He was almost waiting for the usual 'why do you have to wake up so early, you wimp?' coming out from Wolfram's pretty mouth.
Yuuri shook his head and massaged his temples. He didn't like to admit that he missed the blonde bishounen (1). Hastily the king dressed into his black uniform and went to take a look of himself from the mirror.
Humming a chirpy tune, Yuuri stepped in front of his reflection. He noticed his collar was a bit crushed and tucked it straight.
"Hello, your majesty," his reflection smiled at him sweetly.
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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!"
Everyone in the dining room jerked up, breakfast forgotten. Gunter spat his juice into Gwendal's face, who was sitting opposite him. Conrad jumped from his chair, drawing his sword.
"That was Yuuri's voice!" he shouted as he dashed out of the room, followed by the weeping Gunter and irritated Gwendal who wiped off the last drops of juice from his eyebrows.
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Wolfram was always the last one to wake up. He knew that almost everyone must've eaten their breakfast by now.
Sleeping without Yuuri had felt somewhat lonely, but he would bear with it. He had decided to start and sleep in his own room from now on, sort of alienate himself from the raven-haired boy. Wolfram knew it was going to be tough, but he knew - or hoped - he could do it.
Yawning, and shrugging the not-so-pleasant feelings away, Wolfram turned around the last corner on his way to the dining room, but his walk was cut short by the person who bumped into him.
"Wolfie-chan!" Wolfram heard an ecstatic shriek as a pair of strangely familiar arms flung tightly around his shoulders.
"Uh-huh... I - I can't br- breathe - !" the blonde wheezed, but wasn't released from the grip. In fact, he felt the person nuzzling the crook of his neck. He inhaled deeply, gasping for air and noticed that the 'attacker' smelled rather sweet and disturbingly like -
"Yuuri?" Wolfram asked with a timid voice.
Yuuri lift his face up and stared into Wolfram's eyes and tilted his head with a broad and loving - loving! - smile. "Of course it's Yuuri, Wolfie-chan! Who else would hug you this way? Or is there something or someone I should know about?" he said the last sentence with a somewhat threatening tone. Wolfram swallowed under the questioning obsidian eyes.
"N- no, certainly there i- isn't..." he stammered. What the hell was wrong with Yuuri? If Wolfram didn't know better, he could've swore Yuuri had eaten some notorious plant causing him hallucinations. Or then he had lost the few remains of his sanity. There was no other explanation for Yuuri's eccentric behaviour.
Yuuri laughed cheerfully and grabbed the dumbfounded Wolfram's hand and started to drag him towards the dining room. "Anyway, you were going to have breakfast, weren't you, Wolfie-chan? You always get up so late... I have to spend like two hours without you! The next time I'm going back to Earth, I'm honestly taking an alarm clock with me... Pink one would probably suit you, since you have that cute pink nightgown too. You like cats, do you Wolfie? I bet you'd love Hello Kitty. It's a really cute cat with a dress..."
In some point Wolfram stopped to comprehend the things Yuuri rambled on about. He just stared at his fiancé who had changed completely over one night. The blond soldier was way too stunned by the affection he was getting to even consider why Yuuri was acting like he was.
Wolfram wasn't sure was he looking forward on spending the day with the different Yuuri, but he was quite sure he liked the feeling of Yuuri's hand in his own.
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(1) bishounen - pretty boy
A/N: Haa, finished! Sorry about the mistakes, I was too excited to get this published so I didn't have the time to re-read it. And it's short. Once again.