Title: Ready For Love

Chapter Four: Returning Maou's and Inconceivable Surprises

Anime: Kyou Kara Maou

Summary: Now that things have quieted down in Shin Makoku, there is nothing to deter the foreshadowed wedding between His Majesty Maou, Yuuri Shibuya and Wolfram von Bielefield.


Yuuri sneezed.

The soft current of air hitting his dampened skin, making the fine hairs in the back of his neck stand as goose bumps ran along his skin. He shivered, wiping at his cold nose before rubbing his arms in an act to regain the heat he'd lost in his momentary "swim".

It'd started out innocent enough, he remembered, with Murata splashing him as they soaked their feet in the cool, salty waters of the open water. In an act of retaliation, he'd waded out after the blonde until they were both submerged up to their waists, engaging in an all-out water fight. Murata had come up behind the sputtering Yuuri after the maou had been overrun by a wave. He launched himself at the unsuspecting Yuuri and successfully dunked both Yuuri and himself in the dark depths below and into the familiar whirlpool that would transport them to the other world.

Now after weeks of arguing with Murata, trying to get the all-knowing sage to transport them to the other world, and not to mention his own numerous failed attempts at returning alone, he was finally back.


Over an hour had passed since Ulrike had told him of Shinous' commands and ultimately destroyed what ever hope he'd had of regaining his childhood friendship with Wolfram.

"His Majesty Shinou does not approve of the marriage between His majesty Yuuri and Lord Von Bielefield. You, Sir Weller, are to put a stop to this union." Ulrike's words had pierced both his mind and heart with her words.

'Why now…' he thought, an ironic smile playing at his lips. He'd been so close to regaining touch with Wolfram, so close to having that devotion, pride, and love the younger had presented in their earlier years, before Wolfram had known of his half-mazoku, half-human origin.

Wolfram would hate him; he knew that for sure, he would brand him a traitor as both a brother and friend. Despite his outward distaste for Yuuri's too trusting nature and familiarity with everyone around him, new or old, Wolfram couldn't hide the fact that he was falling, fast and hard, for the oblivious maou.

He'd come to known that Wolframs usual grumpy mood during an adventure or simply after finding Yuuri and Konrad alone was out of jealousy. Jealous of the clear bond between his elder brother and his other world fiancée. He couldn't stand the fact that Konrads knowledge, and his own lack-there-of kept him out of the loop when it came to their conversations.

Earlier that week, he had been trying to spend some time with Wolfram before heading out on patrol. The stubborn blonde had been reluctant at first, claiming that there was no need to since he was just being sociable for the sake of a certain "wimp". Konrad had known better, but had let the flustered youth be, choosing instead to head out to the stables.

Imagine his surprise when a pouting Wolfram had shown up, but an hour later, muttering about an "unfair, stubborn aniue". Konrad had later heard from Cherri herself that Gwendal had threatened to ground the blonde for refusing to spend quality time with his elder brother. Wolfram had been outraged but had complied none-the-less.

A small smile played at his lips despite his current state, he remembered how much fun they'd had that day, though Wolfram had insisted it had been nothing but "troublesome".

Taking a deep breath he moved away from the cool wall he'd been leaning against and headed towards the courtyard with no clue as to the two "little" surprises waiting for him.


"Maybe we should get out of here before we catch a cold," Murata offered with a muttered, "or mistaken for criminals – breaking and entering." He hadn't forgotten the "warm" welcome they'd received when they'd first arrived at the Shinou temple without invitation.

Yuuri nodded, climbing out of the fountain as he was faced with an image of Gunter fussing over him or being hooked up to hundreds of machines as Anissina used him as her guinea pig to invent a cold ridding machine. Yuuri blanched.

"Well…that's odd…"

"What's odd?" Yuuri asked absently as he took off his shirt and rung out the water.

"Well look around, what do you see?"

Yuuri blinked, looking out at their surroundings and finding nothing. "There's nothing here," he said dumbfounded.

"Exactly," Murata frowned, something he didn't do often unless faced with troubling thoughts or a problem.

Yuuri starred for a moment before he seemed to realize what Murata meant. "We're in Shin Makoku…and nobody's here." Black orbs doubled in size. "Eh, Murata?" He faced the blonde with a twinkle in his eyes. "We're in Shin Makoku and nobody's here!"

Murata blinked before he broke out into a grin, laughing. He stopped suddenly, catching a movement over the grinning Shibuyas' shoulder and noticed the surprised looking commander standing underneath the archway. "Well, there hadn't been."

Yuuri turned, catching sight of the now composed commander heading their way. "Konrad!" He greeted, enthusiastically.

"Heika, Geika." Konrad nodded to two wet teens. "We should get you both dried up before you catch something."


"He's back?" Wolfram asked; eyes wide in a mix of surprise and worry. With all the arrangements taking place he'd totally forgotten about what he was going to say to Yuuri when he returned. It was a confrontation he'd known was inevitable but it didn't make him feel any better about the outburst he knew would come.

Dorcas nodded, "Sir Weller just arrived with His Majesty and His Highness."

Wolfram nodded, dismissing the soldier as he headed out to the balcony of his room where the familiar voice of his newly arrived fiancée could be heard loud and clear.


Yuuri stared around the courtyard with wide unbelieving eyes. "W-what is all this?" He whispered in a voice that closely resembled a child who was trying to decide whether they were awake or still dreaming.

Konrad and Murata followed him as he toured around the castle, the look present on his face similar to seeing someone for the first time. Murata gave a weak smile, getting an idea of what they were in store for once the maou came out of his dream like trance. "Eh, Shibuya, it's not that bad…"

Yuuri stopped suddenly, causing Murata to walk into him and almost fall if it weren't for Konrad reaching out to steady him.

"Not that bad..." Yuuri repeated silently. "Not that bad." He repeated once more. "Are we even looking at the same thing!" Yuuri looked ready to faint as he scanned the courtyard once more, eyes obviously avoiding the new addition placed in the center of it all.

"Shibuya," Murata placed a hand on the unsteady maous shoulders. "I think it's...quaint. It shows they support your engagement to Sir Bielefield is all, nothing to get so worked up about." He gestured to the stone statue situated in the middle of a small garden.

Konrad was sure that hadn't been there before, he would have noticed something so- quaint was what his highness had said. The sculpture itself had to be at least twenty-five feet tall; depicting Yuuri and Wolfram wrapped in the throes of a kiss. He knew that that in itself was something Yuuri would worry about, looking at it as a blow to his pride. But as he took a closer look, he could see Yuuri was more concerned with what was behind the statue. Taking a couple of steps to get a better look he gave Yuuri a comforting smile as the now frantic maou tried to stop him.

"It's alright, Heika." His smile weakened as he saw the large puppy dog eyes Yuuri was giving him as he pleaded for the commander not to look.

Willing his gaze away from the adorable expression, and the kissable pout that presented itself on the oblivious maous lips, he couldn't help but bite his tongue as he saw what had had Yuuri so miffed. Where one side of the statue presented His Majesty delivering a kiss to a more than willing Wolfram, the other presented just the opposite with Wolfram embracing Yuuri and planting a smoldering kiss that left the maou week in the knees, or so it seemed, from the stone-Yuuri's kneeling position.

"Konrad!" Yuuri whined, waving one arm wildly at the statue and giving the commander a look that clearly said he wanted an explanation.

Behind them, Murata was left helplessly leaning back on a pillar trying hard to get his laughter under control.