Well here's the next installment of my insanity. I hope it lives up to expectations. I was honest to God shocked when I saw how many people like it. It may not seem much to experienced authors but I was beyond delighted when I found out 2 people had this on their favourites list and 7 people had the story on thier alerts. So thank you, thank you and thank you!
Since I forgot to put this in earlier I do not own anything beyond some manga and DVDs. Kyou Kara Maou is not mine!
Warnings: The same as before, especially the crazy author warning.
Pairings: ConYuu, MuraWolf, GwenGun
Now onto the next chapter.

"We're doomed." Fear, dread, grief creeping up his spine.
"I know." Calm acceptance. He felt a slight disbelief. How can he just give up?!?!
"I love you, no matter what happens," Desperation. He felt the heavy need for him to know.
"I love you too. Always will," Peace. Whatever may come didn't matter as long as he loved him back.
The shadowed, screaming figure came closer but he still couldn't hear the shadow properly. Another stepped forward and spoke, his words indecipherable. Despite this he could feel admiration stir within him. The shadowy giant stilled and he could finally hear parts of what it was saying.
"...you will forever lose your precious" For some reason he couldn't understand the name the shadow said. He only knew that the shadow wasn't talking to him but to the one he loved. "to another."
"This is my curse" Suddenly light, burning, blinding light consuming every part of him. Oh Gods did it hurt!

Shibuya Yuuri, the twenty seventh Maou of Shin Makoku, tossed and turned while deep asleep. Not even Wolfram's kicking and half lying on top of the Japanese teen woke him from his sleep. If one were to look closely they would see the dark haired teen's face twisted in a grimace of pain.

A wedding, walking up an aisle so very nervous. Her intended standing smiling down at her. Her closest friend, his best man, watching with those grief stricken eyes. Confusion. Why grief?
"Do you take this man..." The rest lost in bewilderment. Her lips moving of their own accord.
"I do," Watching brown eyes slowly die; shouldn't he be happy for her? This had been arranged with the best intentions. Her dearest friend slowly falling to the ground, a bloody dagger revealed from its hiding spot up a jacket sleeve. The sudden light reappeared obliterating the scenario and burning vulnerable eyes.


Sorrow poured through him. The one he loved, being tortured by his Lord for daring to love him. His Lord had claimed him as his Lord's property since birth and refused to share. Silence suffocated him. His family would die if he dared to try and save his love... His Lord triumphant over the lifeless corpse. Darkness settled over his heart, his will to live as gone as the life in the unseeing brown eyes. Another blinding, burning flash of light as pain ripped through his chest while he thrust a blade into his empty heart.


They were both gone, the one who held her hand in marriage and the other who held her heart in eternal devotion. They were off to war, as was she. The curse prevailed even after all these millennia, she thought bitterly as she rode out with a fellow healer and friend. He would forever lose her to another and if she tried to fight it death would come to him far before his time. She could not physically be with him as he fought but she had given him her pendant so a part of her would always be with him. She knew her end would be this war and accepted it, she could not watch as her beloved suffered or died again because of her and the curse. Perhaps she would remember the curse in her next life as the Maou and do something to prevent it. She doubted this but fools still had hope however dismal a situation was. Even so she hoped and prayed that next time would be different as she rode to her death.

The dark haired Maou shot up from his sleep and fell out of the bed due to the force he used. Panting and staring at his surroundings with wide eyes Yuuri calmed down slightly as he recognised that he wasn't in any of the half forgotten backgrounds of his nightmares.

"Mmm… Ken," was murmured causing Yuuri's eyes to widen even further and nearly give himself whiplash by turning his head in the blonde's direction too fast. A small dreamy smile curled Wolfram's lips. Yuuri shook his head and pushed the almost forgotten dreams to the back of his mind. It was far too earlier to be awake or fight with Wolfram over the bed so once he got off the floor Yuuri curled up on the small piece of unoccupied mattress and drifted asleep. His final coherent thought was the hope for dreamless sleep.

Murata Ken, the Great Sage and so many other titles that he'd rather forget was puzzled and amused at the fact that he had been summoned –rather urgently considering the state Dorcas was in– by 'direct order of the Maou'. The dark haired teen couldn't help wondering what was so important that Shibuya had sent a soldier to escort him to the castle yet at the same time couldn't wait to see what mess Yuuri (and by sovereignty Shin Makoku) had gotten them into. It was always hilarious and utterly ridiculous situations that Yuuri seemed to accidentally fall into and they always amused Murata to no end.

"Daikenja-sama are you alright?" Dorcas asked hesitantly even though he knew that the Great Sage cared for formality as the Maou did, which wasn't much. Murata turned away from the approaching castle and looked at the bald soldier. He pasted on a fake smirk and nodded to stop the worry of Dorcas, it wouldn't do to start worrying people just yet.

"Are you sure you can't tell me what this is all about?" Murata asked for what it felt like the fifth time as they made it passed the castle gates. Murata felt it was better to even have a faint idea of what was happening at Blood Pledge Castle, especially if it coincided with what was happening at Shinou's Temple. It was surprisingly hard to garn any information from the soldier. Despite the difficulty Murata was glad that Yuuri was inspiring such loyalty even while the baseball obsessed boy was oblivious to it. Dorcas shook his head and a patch of light near blinded Murata after being reflected off the shiny surface of Dorcas's head.

"Nothing has really happened lately unless you count Lady Von Khrennikov's experiments on Lord Von Walde and Lord Von Christ," Dorcas said as they dismounted the horses that had brought them from Shinou's Temple to Blood Pledge Castle. Murata felt slightly relieved at the news while Dorcas ran/stumbled away back to his normal duties. Murata was glad whatever was happening here had nothing to do with that. It wasn't the right time for the inhabitants of Blood Pledge Castle to know about the trouble brewing at the Temple. It would only cause more worry than it was worth especially if what Murata predicted was going to happen. Murata decided to continue that train of thought at another, more convenient time and started to walk the quickest way towards the Maou's office. While walking through the sheltered corridor connected to the courtyard Sir Weller was currently using to train his troops Murata nearly missed his dark haired friend who was almost completely hidden in the shadows of a pillar. The Great Sage was positive that Sir Weller and his men were unaware of their audience just like Shibuya was oblivious to the fact Murata was standing behind him.

"You called?" Murata said slightly sarcastically. The Great Sage smirked when he saw Shibuya jump at the sound of his voice and spin around. The Maou looked embarrassed, probably at being caught staring at Sir Weller, and slightly disconcerted, as if he wasn't sure why he was about to do what he was about to do.

"I…I didn't think you'd get here so soon Murata," Shibuya stuttered and took a quick glance back to Sir Weller and his men to make sure neither he nor Murata had been spotted. They hadn't, everyone was too engrossed in their exercises.

"Shibuya how about we get straight to the point?" Murata said in a rare display of pity for the boy. It was obvious Shibuya didn't want to speak about what he felt he had to and Murata didn't have the time to decipher Shibuya usually convoluted tales. Shibuya nodded and swallowed.

"What are your feelings about Wolfram?" Well that wasn't what I was expecting, Murata thought. Of all the things Shibuya could've asked it had to be the cruellest of questions didn't it? It seemed to Murata that the Gods had rose to a new level of cruelty concerning him. How was he supposed to admit that he was crazily in love with the blonde to said blonde's fiancé? It was a verbal mine field!

"He is an honourable yet very prideful Mazoku. He is determined, passionate and an excellent swordsman but I've observed that he can be very possessive and jealous," Murata said in a detached and clinical manner. It was the only way he could keep his emotions out of his voice. Shibuya tilted his head and frowned. Murata silently prayed that Shibuya hadn't figured it out. While Shibuya was oblivious to some things he could relate to people and their emotions brilliantly.

"I asked what you feel Murata not what you think. Do you care for Wolfram? That's all I want to know," Shibuya stated plainly. Murata froze. For an instant, a fleeting moment, it wasn't Shibuya Yuuri, the twenty-seventh Maou of Shin Makoku standing in the shadows that Murata saw but instead the dark haired Sage saw his ancient friend smiling teasingly for his adoration of the temperamental and often explosive blonde. Murata blinked and the image was gone, replaced by reality. The image had shook Murata enough for him to answer Shibuya's question completely honestly.

"I love him," The simple honest truth. Three little words that were hardly enough to convey the magnitude of the feelings behind them. Looking up at Shibuya after letting his eyes to fall to the floor Murata was shocked to see a small teasing smile shape the Maou's lips.

"You should tell him. I'm never going to make him happy especially since I think of him almost like a brother," Shibuya said sounding far more mature than Murata had ever heard him.

"He loves you though," Murata protested though he couldn't stop the small hope growing inside him. Even if Shibuya wasn't sounding much like his usual naïve self maybe he stood a chance of being happy this time around. Shibuya shook his head.

"If Wolfram loves me then why is he dreaming of you?" Shibuya asked before turning back to Sir Weller and the drills his men were performing.

"You should tell him cause I'm not playing matchmaker any longer," Shibuya said mock cheerfully. Murata looked at Shibuya's back with just one last question on his mind. Was it all beginning? There was only one way to find out.

"What do you know about a curse?" Murata asked quietly. The Great Sage almost hoped that the Maou didn't hear but the violent flinch Shibuya made, showed that the dark haired water user heard and was deeply affected. Shibuya looked over his shoulder and Murata was confronted with sad, old midnight eyes and a melancholy smile.

"I know your curse Volca and I know Adaro's. I know that ten thousand years have passed and we're still being punished for doing what was right," The word shook Murata to his core. How was it possible? What did it mean? Just as Murata opened his mouth to speak the sadness and age vanished from the midnight eyes and the melancholy smile was replace by a sincere one.

"Huh? Did you say something Murata?" Shibuya asked curiously. Murata shook his head and walked towards the end of the corridor, he had a blonde to find. As he reached the door he turned back to his friend who was still watching the brunet half-Mazoku.

"So I guess you're remembering Lenneth. All I can say is that it's about damn time," Murata whispered to the hidden Maou before opening the door and grinning as a certain blonde came striding down the hallway inside.

Well there you have it. I really hope that everyone who's been waiting for this, especially those who put this on alerts, have not be disappointed in any way with this chapter. Please review and tell me what you think. Flames about the pairings will do nothing but amuse me but constructive critism will be accepted with open arms because it will tell me where I went wrong and how I can fix it. Anyway bye for now I guess.