TILL THE LAST PETAL FALLS
By Starflower Sakura

DISCLAIMER: Kyou Kara Maou belongs to Takabayashi Tomo-sama. I have no claim over it whatsoever, and is only doing this for entertainment, and making no profit out of it.

To readers/reviewers: Although an authoress of several (unfinished) stories, this is my first story for this fandom. My friend got me into this anime, and now I'm obsessed with the pairing Wolfram x Yuuri. I should like to make clear, though, that I don't have a solid seme/uke base for this pairing. I more prefer then to be a seuke. More on this at the bottom since I don't want it to get too long. On with the story!

Summary: I've read often enough about how people wanted the ground to open up and swallow them whole. I always thought it was an exaggeration, but at the moment, there was nothing more I wished for.

Rating: T (PG-13)
Warning(s): AU, Shounen-ai
Pairing: Wolfram x Yuuri, Yuuri x Wolfram

Started: Sunday, January 08, 2006
Completed: Thursday, January 19, 2006

Till the Last Petal Falls
Chapter 1 – Blackmail and Misunderstandings

I wanted to be anywhere but here. I should be anywhere but here! Taking a step back, a movement that clearly suggested I was ready to run, I glanced about to check my surroundings to see if anyone was around. I would've ran too if my eye didn't catch sight of him a split second before I dashed out of there.

Frozen to the spot, I couldn't look away from his approaching form. I don't think he spotted me yet, seeing as his eyes darted to and fro, but he would. I stood out greatly amongst the cherry blossom trees like a black blemish on white, or, in my case, black against pink.

I've read often enough about how people wanted the ground to open and just swallow them up. It's probably the most clichéd phrase used when in a situation of utmost embarrassment. Usually, I sympathized with the poor character that's going through the painful humiliation, and understood why they felt that way, but I never knew (nor did I wish to know) what they were feeling. I always thought it was an exaggeration, but at the moment, there was nothing more I wished for.

I cringed visibly as he arched a perfect eyebrow at me, and I knew there was no way in hell he didn't spot me now. I tried to run again as a smirk graced his lips, and there was something about his eyes I just didn't like. Why am I stuck in this mess again?

Oh right… earlier this morning…

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"Yuuri-kun! Yuuri-kun!"

"Eh?" I peered out from behind my locker door to see Elizabeth running towards me, her face flushed, and her eyes shone with excitement. "Ah, Elizabeth-chan, what is it?"

She stopped before my locker, and I gave her the time to catch her breath as it was coming in short pants. Long blonde hair fell forward and covered her fair complexion, and violet eyes were hidden behind closed eyelids. I smiled in amusement as this was the first time I had caught her in being anything less then elegant.

As for me, my name is Shibuya Yuuri. I'm really quite plain, and there's absolutely nothing I can do about it. Black hair, and black eyes, and absolutely nothing to separate me from the rest of the crowd. My intelligence was average, and the only thing I'm good at is baseball. My personality wasn't exactly dazzling, either. That should probably explain why, out of the 15 years of my life, I've never had a girlfriend. Elizabeth doesn't count since she and I are not romantically interested in each other.

To tell the truth, I actually had a crush on her before we became friends, but after becoming friends, and getting to know her better, I've decided that I can't be romantically interested in her. She was just too much. Being her friend had already given me numerous headaches and heart attacks, but to become her boyfriend as well! I shudder to think about where I might end up.

"I did it," she managed out in breathless excitement.

"Hmm?" I asked, raising my eyebrow a bit as I continued to put my books into my locker. "Did what?"

"I put the note on his desk!"

"Ah," I said, although in truth, I had no idea what she was talking about. Elizabeth is a great friend of mine and all, but when she starts talking about boys, I just space out. Surely she can't expect me to squeal over the latest teen model with her. I am a guy, after all.

She must've saw something that exposed me to be completely clueless as to what she's talking about for her features took on an annoyed look. She waved her hand airily, and said, "You know… him…"

"Uh…"

She growled and muttered under her breath. I am seriously wondering if this was really Elizabeth now. No matter in what situation, she was always, always ladylike. Well, except when she has a sword in her hand. Then, you should run away screaming for your life. It's amazing how skilled she is at swordplay.

"Wolfram von Bielefeld, Yuuri! Wolfram von Bielefeld!" she all but shouted, and stomping her foot to emphasize the name.

"Right… Wolfram von… uh…"

She sighed and said, "Never mind."

The looks of disappointment on her face almost made me feel bad for not listening to her talk about that um… von… something… she's so obviously crushing on right now. I didn't even get time to ponder about why she said his first name first and not his last name first like what is normally done here in Japan. Of course, my guilt disappeared right when her disappointment turned into a full-fledge evil smile.

"Yuuri-kun, you're my friend, ne?"

"Ah, yes," I answered cautiously, shooting her a suspicious look as I closed my locker.

"And you'll do anything for me, right?" she asked, that grin never leaving her features for a second.

"Well, it depends. If I can do it, and it won't embarrass me, or get me in that much trouble, then sure."

"Oh, then there's nothing to worry about!"

"Eh?"

"Remember that note I was talking about?"

"Do I look like I have short-termed memory, or something?"

She waved off that statement with an elegant air before continuing. "Well, in that note I asked Wolfram-sama to meet me in the cherry blossom orchard behind the school."

"Well, good luck then," I said, clearly not interested in hearing about her love life when the thought of my nonexistent one is always lingering in my mind.

"But Yuuri-kun! That's where you come in!"

"Huh?"

"You see… I… uh… I can't go…"

"Why not?"

"I… I get nervous around him, Yuuri-kun. I'm never able to form coherent sentences around him! And… and… if he does appear, and I fail to ask him on a date because his presence makes me stutter like a lovesick schoolgirl…"

"You are a lovesick schoolgirl," I cut in, earning a glare from those violet eyes.

"But don't you see, Yuuri-kun! If that does happen, I'll probably never get another chance!"

"Just relax, and be yourself, Elizabeth-chan. Everything will be fine."

"That won't work," she cried. "I need you to go in my place and ask him to go on a date with me!"

I blinked once. Twice. I watched her fidget with her fingers, and play with the hem of her skirt never once looking up at me after saying that. She wants me to what? Ask some guy I don't even know to go on a date with her? That's insane! It's ridiculous! It's the most stupidest thing I've ever… It seems that Elizabeth spoke while I was busy ranting in my head.

"Wha-?" I asked, seeing as I didn't catch a single word of what she said.

"I said that if you don't help me with this, I'll show everyone that picture of you in that pink maid's outfit," she murmured, that stubborn look that I had seen so many times before returned to her eyes.

"You wouldn't," I gasped in horror.

She smirked, and there was no doubt that she would. If it means getting her way, she would do it. Even if it means embarrassing me while doing it.

"Actually," I started, putting my hand behind my head and giving a big, fake laugh, "I would love to help you! What time am I to meet him and help you set up your date?"

She smiled and said, "I knew you'd see it my way, and you're to meet him right after school."

The bell rang and students began to fill the halls to get their books and head to class. Elizabeth turned away and before she reached the end of the hall she turned back to face me and said, "I'll know if you show up or not, Yuuri-kun, and you better show up." Then, with a pleasant, happy smile, she said, "I'll see you in class!"

Why that little… How dare she smile at me like that when she put me in such an odd predicament? Come on! Who blackmails their friends to help them ask someone out on a date after they invited them to meet them somewhere? I mean, maybe before they asked that person, but after?

I scowled and headed to class. I'm going to refuse to talk to her all throughout class. I'm really hoping that class will go by ever slower then usual today.

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Of course, it didn't go by slow enough since I'm already here and that von… guy… is getting closer every second. I cringed as he stopped a couple feet away from me. Hmm, I never knew Elizabeth was into pretty boys. And he was indeed a pretty boy. Golden-blond hair fell perfectly in front of his forest-green eyes and he moved just as gracefully, and elegantly as Elizabeth does. Funny, though, because his uniform didn't look like the normal school uniform. It was mostly blue, but the hem was a dark gold color. It's probably something you'll expect a soldier to wear. Or maybe a prince. Or both. Well, not a Japanese prince, but probably someone that comes from England or something.

I wrinkled my nose in distaste. Who wears that kind of clothing anymore, anyways? Isn't it a little old-fashioned or something? Of course, I have better things to worry about right then his fashion sense. Like how he just stopped a few feet in front of me, took out a small pink paper from his pocket, held it up between his index and middle finger, and raised his eyebrow at me again with an infuriating smirk to go along with it this time.

"So," he started, and I was startled by his voice, "you're the one who sent me this note?" Before I could respond to his question, he continued, "Funny. I came here expecting a girl since the handwriting and choice of paper indicated as such, but I guess looks can be deceiving."

"I didn't send it!" I shouted before he got another word in, and I knew he was.

"Oh?" he asked, a look of surprise crossed his features.

"My friend asked me to come in her place," I said bitterly while cursing Elizabeth to hell and back in my head. I dug into my pockets for the picture that Elizabeth slid onto my desk during class to show him. "So let's just get this over with. Do you want to go on a date with her?"

I handed him the picture, and was surprised when he started to shake his head. Elizabeth warned me not to look at the picture, so I respected her wishes, but surely there was nothing that bad in that picture for him to start shaking his head like that. What if… what if… that picture was of Elizabeth—I don't even want to think about it! Shaking my head to clear out any thoughts that involves that secretive picture, I turned to look at the guy, and asked, "Well?"

He walked closer to me and I took a few steps back as he did so, but since his strides were longer than mine, he caught up to me. The amusement in his eyes was evident and I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out why!

"Alright. Tell your 'friend' that I agree to go out with 'her,'" he whispered next to my ear.

He took a few steps back, and made me feel completely uncomfortable by looking me up and down. He then gave a small hum of approval, turned around, and began to walk away. What the hell was that? He's supposed to be looking at Elizabeth like that! Not ME! I swear, Elizabeth falls for all the nutcases.

"Oh," I heard him say before he turned around, and handed me the picture. "You look very nice in pink, by the way," he said, picking out a few pink cherry blossom petals from my hair.

"WHAT!"

He smirked, and without another word left me staring at his retreating back in the middle of the cherry blossom orchard. Remembering the picture in my hand, I turned it over, and I gasped of horror escaped my lips. It was the picture of me in that horrid pink and white maid's outfit!

"ELIZABETH!"

To be continued…

As for my view on the Wolfram x Yuuri, Yuuri x Wolfram pairing. Wolfram's nightly attire certainly gives most people the impression that he'll be uke, but does Yuuri really look like the seme in the relationship? Yuuri is sort of my definition of a uke. Clueless, naïve, adorable, and all that, while Wolfram (when not dressed in feminine clothing) proves to be seme for me. Strong, stubborn, and a bit devious. Of course, if Yuuri turns to his demon king self, then that's a different story. Wolfram will most definitely be uke in that situation. So I think those two will be better off just switching –smiles brightly- I would've written more, but I think this is already long enough. I hope you liked the first chapter, and please wait patiently for the second one.

- Starflower Sakura