Kyou Kara Maou

Titile: Memories

by: TGyamiBakura

rating: PG for now and NC-17 in later chapters

pairings: Yuuram, Yorad, Gündal,

Warnings: Yaoi, lemons later, angst, possible spoilers

Ch. 1 Baseball sucks!

Wolfram couldn't help but feel depressed lately. Not only had Yuuri been acting like a total jerk to him, but he was starting to see the young king in ways he'd never experienced before. It was all so confusing and there was nobody he could turn to. He would talk to Conrad, but he's never had a relationship close enough to him to actually feel comfortable doing that. Gwendal was out of the question. Wolfram wasn't even sure his older brother's ever even had a relationship with someone other than his stuffed animals. He couldn't talk to Gunter because Gunter already had a crush on him...which made Wolfram very angry by the way. And let's not even get started on his mother.

"Damn it," Said the blonde to himself. He always acted like he was really in love with Yuuri, but it was only because the king had slapped him and it was the noble thing to do. Now he cant even sleep in the same bed without getting giddy about him. It was a real stab to his image. Always being the rash one with the killer attitude. Now he couldn't even insult Yuuri properly. Whenever Yuuri said something stupid. Instead of criticizing him by calling him Hennachoko or something, he would start to blush. It seemed that the king was getting cuter and cuter by the day. Wolfram couldn't handle it.

"Stop it!"

"No you stop it!" With a forceful tug, Wolfram pulled back the blanket from his fiancé. Yuuri had accidentaly spilled water everywhere on the bed and since it was cleaning day they didn't have spare bedding. They were forced to use the small blanket from Gwendal's office. Wolfram couldn't believe the shortage of blankets that were in the huge castle.

"Wolfram its cold out!" shouted the whiny maou.

"If your so cold then sleep closer to me! We only have one damn blanket. Stop being so stubborn." Yuuri growled. It was obvious that Wolfram had won this argument because Yuuri carefully scooted closer. Wolfram felt the warmth of the other being so close to him. It was so nice that he couldn't help but sigh. He wondered if Yuuri felt as good sleeping like this as he did.

"Why do you sleep in my bed every night? And don't say it's because I'm a wimp and you need to protect me or anything," Why? Well rooms had opened up, but Yuuri's bed was much more comfortable. Not to mention he didn't like sleeping alone. Not that he would ever let Yuuri know that.

"Because I'm your fiancé. It's only natural,"

"You know, are you sure you want to be married to me? I mean I'm sure that there are lots of other people that would be better to marry. Seriously, I'm compulsive, irresponsible, and kind of spacey. There's really no reason. Not to mention it was an accident when i slapped you. I don't want to marry a guy. I don't even want to get married yet," The other boy sighed. "I don't know what it's like to want to be in love. I'm only 15." Yuuri didn't understand. Why couldn't he try harder to look into Wolfram's intentions. Why couldn't he see that all Wolfram wanted was to be with him.

"It's...not about the marriage Yuuri..." Wolfram didn't continue because he heard soft snoring coming from behind him. Wolfram wanted to be with Yuuri, not for marriage. He had never met anyone like him before. Someone like Yuuri has never walked on the world's soil. His beliefs were almost unaccepted here. For a mazoku and a human to walk the same path was unthinkable. But maybe if he and Yuuri were to fall in love, that dream might become a reality. He secretly loved and supported everything the young maou has done for them. He wanted to take part, but was to caught up in his pride to do so. Maybe one day he could feel the same way as Yuuri did.

But he couldn't help to wonder if he would have fallen in love with Yuuri even if he hadn't slapped him.

Wolfram's fantasies and the feeling of Yuuri next to him carried him off to sleep quickly. In the morning he awoke to a shower of sunlight coming from the windows. He looked next to him and discovered that Yuuri was gone. Wolfram knew where he was. He was probably teaching the soldiers the pointless game of baseball. Which Wolfram had refused to take part in. Not that he minded the game, but he was too full of arrogance to follow Yuuri's rules. That didn't keep Wolfram from watching. Some of the soldiers were perverted so he had to keep an eye on Yuuri to make sure he wasn't tempted.

"Okay Dorcas that's three strikes," Fully dressed and armed Wolfram heard Yuuri's voice shout from the make-shift baseball field in the yards. Some of the blonde's men were playing. Those were the ones that Yuuri had to watch out for. He remembered in training one day about all the dirty things they had been talking about. Even though he was thier leader, Wolfram seemed to be the apple of their eye. This thought made Wolfram shiver with disgust.

"Umm, that means I'm out right?"

"Yes, now Conrad is up to bat," Dorcas sorrowfully dropped the bat and sulked to the bench signaling for Conrad to take his turn. Wolfram leaned next to a tree off to the side so he could monitor the hungry stares the men were making at Yuuri in his tight, formfitting baseball uniform. Wolfram boiled with rage but did nothing because he didn't want to interrupt the game. It wasn't a bad game to watch, but it was sort of long. Of course it was worth his while to be able watch Yuuri. For some reason Yuuri seemed incredibly irresistable while playing this stupid game.

"Okay," Yuuri took the ball in hand, wound it up and threw it fast at Conrad, who hit it directly. Wolfram was too busy watching the other players drooling over his fiancé to notice that the ball was coming straight at him.

"Wolfram! Watch out!" Wolfram paid no mind. There were two guys whispering and looking hungrily at Yuuri.

"You bastards better not be saying anything indecent about Yuuri or I'm going t..." SMACK. Everything started going dark and Wolfram couldn't figure out what was going on...

"Wolfram, Wolfram! Wake up! Are you okay?" Yuuri helped the blonde sit up. There was a noticably large red mark on his forehead. This wasn't good. The force that Conrad put behind that ball was enough to kill someone. Yuuri held up his index and middle finger in front of his face. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Why in the world was he standing there in the first place?

"Uhh...two..." Conrad knelt next to them and looked into Wolfram's eyes.

"What's your last name?" The blonde stared for a moment.

"Von...Bielefeld..."

"Good and who am I?"

"Conrad Weller-kyo..."

"And who is this?" Conrad pointed to Yuuri. Wolfram looked for a moment and then looked puzzled.

"He's...got black hair and black eyes," Wolfram whispered. "Is he the new Maou?"

"Of course I am! You know that Wolfram!"

"I did?" Yuuri started getting irritated.

"D...Of course you did! Don't play dumb! Remember? It's me Yuuri! You know the irresponsible king that goes into overdramatic maou mode and tries to do justice with random, powerful, unecsissary spurges of maryoku attacks?" Wolfram started to look irritated.

"How am i supposed to remember someone I've never even met?" Yuuri stopped. How could he not remember? Yuuri couldn't help but to feel hurt. After all that they've been through, he doesn't even remember? Yuuri didn't want to believe this. He stood up.

"Why are you acting like this Wolfram? It's not like you," Conrad put his hand on Yuuri's shoulder.

"It seems he's suffering from amnesia. He's not acting this way on purpose,"

"Then how come he can remember you?"

"When you get amnesia you don't nescessarily forget everything. He might have just forgotten the recent events that have happened."

"When will his memory come back?" Conrad shrugged.

"It may be days, or it may be weeks. Maybe you can do something to help him remember."

"Arrrgh! Stop talking about me like I'm not even here!" Wolfram stood up in anger and pointed at Yuuri. "I don't know who this guy is, but Maou or not, he's getting on my nerves," It's the strangest feeling when someone you've known for so long, suddenly has no clue who you are. Yuuri felt strangely very alone. He may not have acknowledged that they were betrothed, but Wolfram had become one of his best friends. The way Wolfram looked at him was not full of cockyness, or posessiveness, it was like he was looking at Yuuri as though he was a complete stranger.

"Wolfram, please treat Yuuri with a little more respect. He is the Maou,"

"Hmph, fine. Now will Heika please excuse me?" Wolfram pushed Yuuri out of the way and started back to the castle only to stagger holding the bump on his head. Yuuri ran to him

"Wolfram! Your head. Please take it easy. We need to take you to the infirmary,"

"I'm fine! Leave me alone," Yuuri noticed a small flush playing on Wolfram's face and wondered if he had a fever. The way Wolfram was acting toward him was not the way Wolfram was.

"Please...let me help you," Wolfram paused and then continuted his way. Yuuri felt Conrad put his hand on his shoulder.

"Just let him be for a while. He'll cool down later," Yuuri looked sorrowfully on as the blonde walked further away from him. He'd never felt so disconnected from him. Yuuri didn't know that it would affect him so much. He hoped the amnesia would go away soon. He couldn't bear it if it didn't.

Wolfram made his way to his bedroom (HIS bedroom, not Yuuri's). The room had a musty smelling small twin bed with green sheets. And a desk bearing a dusty lamp and papers. A small window and a chair. A thin aire of "Nobody's been in here for months" seemed to compliment the plain room. Laying on his bed, he noticed that it felt very uncomfortable, which it wasn't before. He didn't understand why everything seemed so unused. This was his room, wasn't it?

Or did he really have amnesia?

And why all of a sudden did they have a new Maou? When did all this happen? The maou seemed clueless and irresponsible. Not to mention he was annoying and wimpy. But, why did he care so much about him. Did something happen that Wolfram didn't know about? And who gave the Maou the right to be cuter than him? (AN: oh wolfram nobody's cuter than you (.)) All this aside, finally getting comfortable, he fell asleep.

End Ch. 1 Please RxR