Ok first of all thank you to all the people who gave this fanfic a try and commented! I was really worried because I know that the beginning is quite clichè so I was afraid that you would stop after the prologue.

Now I wanted to say some things; the first, which will become evident in the next chapter, is that in this fanfiction I'm focusing on novel Wolfram and novel Yuuri, that are (especially Wolfram) a little different from the anime version. I hope it will be a way for fans, to know more about how these characters are originally.
The other important thing will be said at the end of the chapter.

Now I wanted to answer to some reviews:

Midnight-Sunset: your question will be answered in this chapter and thank you for putting my story between your favourites!

I-chan: thanks a lot! I've been working on what you said but for now it's already a miracle that I was able to post this in a understandable english. I'll work more I promise, and I'm honoured you've been watching my lj to gain more info about the novels! You should join some Maruma communities to access to more info.

Priestessmykala: I'm posting this story on my community on livejournal, but almost at the same time; usually I post there the day before I post here.

Thank you also to: ajgau1, lunagirl11, Sage-Libra (I like your fanfictions a lot!), GaLeAyA, --, Jazzieness, animefreak03, No0ne, vi-chan and Kaori.

Ok now time to start!

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It was, again, another lovely day in Shin Makoku. And again, the sun was shining bright and everything seemed to be right in the world.

Yuuri wanted to savor this moment as much as possible. He turned over in the bed, taking all its space and playing with the covers.

There was a gentle knock at the door. "Your Majesty, it's time to wake up," Conrad's warm voice spoke.

"Mhmm, not yet, five more minutes...so comfortable..." Yuuri replied, not really waking up.

"Sadly I have to insist. Gunter sent me to wake you, he wants to start your studies as soon as possible, since lately you've been avoiding him." Conrad stopped for a moment and added in an unreadable voice, "he seems to be convinced that you prefer to spend time with me..."

Which is definitely true, Yuuri thought.

Conrad was finally back and they had a lot of catching up to do. He wanted for everything to be like it was before, as if nothing really happened, and it was going so well...

The door opened and the half mazoku entered the room. After looking around with a calm expression, Conrad opened the curtains and then sat on the bed.

"We can't have Gunter crying for the whole morning, you know that, your Majesty," the soldier tried again.

"Conrad, I won't answer you anymore if you don't stop calling me "your Majesty" came Yuuri's annoyed reply.

"Hai hai, I'm sorry Yuuri," he was smiling, "but still, you need to wake up, please?" Conrad's voice was nothing but kind and warm, it made him want to sleep more, to turn around and continue that dream in which he was winning the baseball match.

In the past months, Wolfram was the one who woke him up, and every time it was as if hell broke loose. He learned to expand his senses so that he could feel the firm steps of the blond and get ready before he stepped into the room, because being woken up by Wolfram's alto voice was like a nightmare.

Come to think of it, since Dai Shimaron, Wolfram stopped sleeping late and woke up before Yuuri...what a weird thing. But today, Wolfram didn't come and he had all the time in the world to remain in his bed.

He felt Conrad's hand on his forehead. "Yuuri, you sure you're ok? You never slept this long..."

That's just because your brother didn't let me...

A smile came to his lips. "I am Conrad, I really am..."

Suddenly the door opened again and a crying Gunter came in, screaming.

"Ah, heika, you don't want to study with me anymore?" Tears were coming down his face like tiny waterfalls as he continued, "we're past the time already...aaah this poor Gunter is being hated by his most beloved Heikaaaaa!"

Then, Greta came inside too, running, and plopped on Yuuri's bed. "Yuuri! Yuuri, come on, wake up, you promised me we would go to the city to buy me a new dress, please wake up?"

At this, Yuuri's ears perked up. "Greta what are you talking about, we will do that just right before lunch, don't worry." Yuuri reassured her, finally putting himself in a sitting position.

"But Yuuri," replied the girl, "it's now just right before lunch..."

Black eyes looked quite surprised. "Eh?? Eh?? How is it possible? Why did nobody wake me up hours ago?"

The faces his eyes met were confused.

Conrad was the first to speak. "When I offered to come to wake you they said you've been doing great and always waking on time to do everything...so we thought it would be the same today..."

"But that was only because I didn't want to be woken up by someone screaming at me, 'hey wimp, wake up or I'll have to kick your butt out of bed'!" came his flustered reply.

Again, people looked at him without being able to come up with a decent answer.

"Yeah," Greta spoke finally, "Wolfram papa always said that you shouldn't spoil Yuuri or he won't become a good king."

"So, apparently, Yuuri Heika needs to be woken up with screams...!" Gunter exclaimed.

"No, no, I'm ok, I'm sorry, it won't happen anymore."

It might be that my senses didn't feel the usual steps and relaxed. It would make sense...after all nobody walks like Wolfram...

"Ok, let's see. Greta, we can go and buy the dress for you now, and then we'll have lunch and then..."

"We can't, Heika!" interrupted Gunter, "You've been skipping your work too much, and today there won't be anything else but books for you. Oh Heika, I'm trying so hard to help you with your studies..." Again, he started crying.

"Ah, just my luck...Ok, Gunter, today I'm all yours...Sorry, Greta, can we do it next time?" he asked in a hopeful voice.

The girl seemed to think about it and then said, "But next time, try to keep your promise, ok?"

Yuuri's relieved smile came as always. "I will, I promise!" then, looking around, he said, "by the way, where is Wolfram?"

It's all his fault for not waking me up on time...I'm going to get revenge for this...

It looked like today he couldn't do anything better than leaving his friends and counsellors speechless...

"Heika, Wolfram left in the night. You know, when he decides something he always resolves to do it quickly..."

"Eh? So he already left? But..." looking at the half Mazoku, "Conrad...you said..."

"I'm so sorry Yuuri, I thought he would wait," the soldier's face was flustered.

---the day before---

To say that Yuuri was shocked was an understatement. Wolfram just told him to cancel their engagement. Yuuri knew he wanted it, but he always thought he would be the first to say it. Somehow, it didn't seem right if the first to break it was Wolfram... But oh, he wasn't going to complain.

Just that Wolfram ended screaming up at him again and then left. Sometimes he couldn't understand the blond at all.

He was going to follow him, after all he didn't want to fight, and definitely not right after they broke this never ending engagement, but a gentle yet firm hand on his shoulder stopped him.

"I'm sorry, seems that you two had some problems." Ah, dear old Conrad. He always managed to calm people down.

"Yeah, but this time he did all by himself, I didn't say anything at all!" Yuuri replied. "I should at least talk to him. I don't like to fight with people, even if with Wolfram I do it everyday..."

The hand on his shoulder didn't let him go. "I think that talking to him now would be useless, he wouldn't even listen to you. And since you don't know exactly what happened, you could end up worsening the situation..." Yuuri calmed, knowing that the big brother is always right. "Why don't you wait for him to calm down? I'm sure everything will be back to normal at dinner, or tomorrow."

Conrad's calming smile had the power to make everything seem less bad. Yuuri answered with a smile of his own. "You're right, Conrad."

But that evening at dinner, Wolfram didn't come. Yuuri asked where he was, and the answer was that he was probably sleeping, so he resolved to follow his Godfather's advice and wait until the following day.

---back to present---

"No, Conrad, it's not your fault..." Yuuri said, trying to cheer him up "nobody could have imagined he would leave during the night, after all," he paused and then continued, "oh well, he'll listen to me when he's back, and I'll get my revenge because he didn't wake me up," he said as he smirked.

Greta's singing voice interrupted him. "But you will forget about it in a few days. You're so nice daddy, I'm sure when he's back you won't remember this..." she was almost laughing.

"Oh yes? Well, then I'll have to write it down," he said as he went to the desk and took out a big paper.

"Here, I'll write, 'Get revenge on Wolfram for not waking me up'," then he lifted the paper and showed it to the others, very proudly.

Conrad was keeping himself from laughing and Gunter's face was ecstatic. "Oh, heika, how smart of you to write down things in order to not forget them!"

"Sa, now let's go Gunter, we have to study today..."

For one moment, he thought the violet haired man was going to die from happiness, but then everything went back to normal.

During the following days, that little memo started to grow.

One day, it was Yuuri's ability with swords. He was able to put Conrad in trouble, and he was so proud of it.

I wonder what color his face will become when he hears this...

Yuuri continued to write happily, and the list became longer and longer, and it was already at the third paper. One day it was: 'Show Wolfram how I became good at riding Ao, so he will stop calling me a wimp because I can't ride.' Another one was: 'Show Wolfram that I was able to finish signing all of my papers in record time, so he'll stop saying that I'm lazy.'

There were also times, although he would never admit it, when, while talking about decisions to make for the well-being of the country, he looked to his right, hoping for advice, and only found Conrad, who with his reassuring smile would say, "Whatever you decide will be the best, I'm sure of it."

Yuuri would then look in front of him, take a big breath and think that maybe sometimes it was nice to listen to a different point of view.

Then, one day, probably because Conrad was not in his best condition, Yuuri managed to disarm the soldier! He came running in his bedroom and took out the paper number 4 and wrote it down. He was so incredibly happy...he would go to Wolfram when he'll be back and say: "See Wolf, I was able to do so many things while you weren't there, now I dare you to call me wimp again!"

He found himself practicing the lines, the tone, how to move firmly without making him think he was overly happy but just as if it was something that came easily. But then, opening his eyes after the tenth time he repeated the same lines, he would find emptiness in front of him, no one to listen to his success, no one to fight with...

It's no fun...how am I supposed to show him everything if he's not here? It's no use imagining his reaction; I want to see it for real! I bet it would be 100 times better to actually see his speechless face!

With these thoughts in mind, he went to look out of the window and his eyes spotted a lonely figure. Everyone's life seemed to go on as always, nothing seemed to be changed, except for a little girl who, at the present moment, was walking in the garden.

Without thinking too much, Yuuri ran to the garden and called her name. "Greta!" he said cheerfully, "what are you doing here all alone?"

"Ah Yuuri," she tried to smile, "I was looking at the flowers. Wolfram papa said they don't bloom for a long time so I was looking at them now..."

Yuuri felt really frustrated. He could see in his daughter's eyes that she missed Wolfram a lot, just why was that selfish prince taking so long to come back? And why was his own daughter not complaining if it was obvious she wanted to see her Wolfram papa again?

Papa? Now where does this come from? Greta is my daughter not his daughter!

But he knew perfectly well; during this month, Yuuri came to understand that Greta and Wolfram had a relationship that would never change even with the annulment of the engagement.

He had enough, he had four papers full of things he needed to show Wolfram, or things he wanted to get revenge for, but there was no use if he wasn't there. With this thought in his mind, he hugged Greta, promising her that they would play together that evening, and left for Gwendal's office.

He stopped at the door, trying to calm down the turmoil he felt inside…for some reason he was nervous. Then, he opened it.

Gwendal was writing as always. Gunter was looking for a book, but his face lit up considerably after seeing his precious Heika.

"Ohh Heika, how nice of you to come here to see how I was doing," exclaimed Gunter.

"Ah, yes. I mean, actually I...wanted to know...did we get news from Wolfram?" Yuuri asked casually, "you know, he promised Greta he would watch the flowers bloom..."

Great, now I'm using even my own daughter as an excuse...

He could sense the sudden change of atmosphere.

While Gwendal seemed to not even acknowledge him, Gunter was strangely tense. "Ah, he is doing fine, he said that since his uncle is sick he'll remain there for a bit more..."

"I see...but, Gwendal, doesn't he have things to do here? I mean his troops or something?"

The older man didn't even raise his eyes. "Conrad can take over for that, and since the engagement was broken, his duties as your fiancé are not required anymore," he said as he finally looked at Yuuri, "also, you gave him the permission to leave and never stated exactly for how long, so he can take all the time he wants."

The answer given felt inexplicably like a stone on Yuuri's shoulder. "Oh, ok…well, can't you write him to say that Greta wants to see him?" Yuuri tried again.

"I have more important things to do, Heika," replied Gwendal.

"Don't worry, Yuuri, I'm sure Wolfram will be back soon," a voice spoke from behind him.

"Ah, Conrad. Yeah, I'm sure he will, it's just that Greta misses him..."

Yuuri felt a hand on his shoulder. "Then we'll try to make her happy so that she doesn't miss him, how about that?" Conrad's smile was always so nice, but somehow this time it didn't make him feel as if things would be fixed so soon, even if he could do nothing but agree.

Leaving the office, Yuuri went directly into his room and sat on the bed, taking out the long list. He contemplated it for a while, feeling a little hopeless.

"Why don't you write him personally?" A voice said, bringing him back to reality.

He got up, looking at the person who just entered. "Murata, what are you doing here? I thought you were having fun with the girls at the temple..." Yuuri said in a sarcastic voice.

"Oh well, you know... I just thought, let me check on my dear friend Shibuya, and then I happened to hear your little talk in Von Voltaire's office while coming here," his friend replied casually.

"Yeah sure..." Yuuri was definitely not satisfied with the answer.

"Anyway, why don't you write him? Like 'oh my dear Wolfram, come back! I can't wait to have you in my arms...'"

"Murata! You know perfectly well that it's not like that!" Yuuri interrupted him, with a light blush on his face.

"Is it so?" Damn, those glasses were unnerving...

"Greta is missing Wolfram a lot..." Yuuri said, "and then I love my daughter more than anything else."

"Ok, Shibuya I got it. So I say, why don't you write him? Tell him that Greta misses him and to come back, it should be quite easy, I'll help you write it if you want," offered the Great Sage's reincarnation.

Somehow, Yuuri didn't feel so at ease asking for Murata's help, but he knew that his mazoku writing was bad, so he didn't have any choice.

It didn't take a lot to fix a simple message that said,

"Hey Wolf, how are you?
How long are you planning to stay at your father's house? Greta is missing you.
See you soon.
Yuuri."

The message was sent via bird as always, and in the next days, Yuuri spent a lot of time looking at the window, hoping to see a familiar shape there.

It was one of those times that he saw the same bird come back with another letter. He opened it and made out the following:

"To his Majesty, Shibuya Yuuri Harajuku Fuuri,
The person hereby being allowed the honour of writing to his Majesty is Wolfram's uncle. Some days ago, we happened to receive his Majesty's letter and saw that it was addressed to my nephew. Of course, the letter as of now is in my hands, unopened to preserve your privacy, but I'm sad to inform you that it never reached my nephew's hands because we haven't seen him since your coronation and we didn't get any other news regarding his present whereabouts and conditions.
I'll make sure to give it to Wolfram if he ever comes here.
Best regards,
Victor Von Bielefeld."

Ok, now his hands were trembling. Wolfram never got to his family's house...Wolfram never got there... This means that Wolfram had disappeared without a trace for over a month.

Yuuri didn't realize he was running.

The door of Gwendal's office was almost broken, from the strength Yuuri used to open it.

"Wolfram is not at his family's house!" Yuuri screamed as soon as he entered.

Three pairs of eyes looked at him, slightly shocked. "Heika, what are you talking about?" Gunter asked in a faint voice.

"He is not there…not there, you understand? He disappeared, he might have gotten in some trouble while he was going there or something, nobody at Von Bielefeld's house saw him! We have to go, we have to look for him!" he continued to scream. Frankly, this slow reaction from the others was annoying him a lot.

"Yuuri," Conrad said as he approached him, "I'm sure that wherever he is, he is ok...you should calm down."

"Don't tell me to calm down, how can you be sure that your brother is not in danger?!" Yuuri stopped to take a breath, realizing he had said everything without breathing. "I want to go and look for him...right NOW!"

The three men in front of him tried to look everywhere but at him.

"You can't," said Gwendal calmly, "you have to stay here, there are some responsibilities you have to take care of..."

"But don't you care about your brother??" then looking at Conrad with pleading eyes, "please, Conrad."

"I'm sorry Yuuri, but I agree with Gwendal this time, you have to remain here, we can send..."

"I won't! I'll go to look for him at any cost," Yuuri insisted firmly.

"Then I'll have to put guards on your door and lock you in there," answered Gwendal, "we can't allow you to do as you please every time. And that's final!"

His answer left Yuuri shocked and hurt. He stormed out of the office, feeling frustrated, worried and powerless.

Again, he went into his bedroom and fell on the bed... He felt his insides clench. Never in all of his life had he felt more useless, and it seemed as if no one could understand him.

There was a knock on the door and a familiar voice called him.

"Yoho Shi-bu-ya, Muraken deesu!" The dark haired boy's eyes opened wide.

Of course...Murata...he will help me! I just need to explain him what I found out...

He ran at the door and opened it, dragging the boy inside. "Murata, listen, you have to help me, if you don't I don't know what I will do..." the king's voice was almost desperate.

The Great Sage's reincarnation was looking at him neither in a surprised nor in a curious way, though...and that was weird.

"Wolfram is not at the Von Bielefeld's. They didn't get any news from him either, and maybe he got into trouble... We have to look for him, but they are not letting me go!"

Murata Ken's face changed from calm to sympathetic and while sitting on the bed he said, "Shibuya, calm down, everything is all right."

"How can I calm down knowing that he is nowhere to be found, Murata? How can you be so insensitive?" Then it dawned upon him..."You...you know something, don't you?"

"Well, to be precise, everyone knows something you don't, Shibuya," he paused for a moment, checking the reaction of his friend, "weren't you surprised that neither Sir Von Voltaire nor Sir Weller were worried? Didn't you wonder why?"

"Murata, what do you mean?" Why was he feeling so scared?

"Everyone knew from the beginning that Von Bielefeld kyo was not going to visit his family. And as a matter of fact, nobody knew if and when he would be back..."

Yuuri didn't know what to think. Just one question kept repeating in his mind:

"But why? Why did he leave and why everybody but me knew??"

Ken looked at him with a serious face. "Why don't you ask him personally? Even if I doubt he would want to talk to you, since he asked his brother not to tell you the truth..."

More and more, Yuuri felt as if everything that was coming from Murata's mouth was as incomprehensible as a foreign language. Wolfram would never lie to him, Wolfram would never leave him without a good reason; he was sure of this like he was sure the sea was blue.

But maybe he was wrong...maybe he didn't know Wolfram as well as he thought.

"I feel so useless Murata..." the boy pressed his face to the pillow. Funny, he thought, he could smell Wolfram's scent there.

Those eyes looked sympathetically at him through the glasses. "Yeah well, it seems that lately 'useless' is an adjective being used often."

He doubted Yuuri was listening to him, though...

"I want to look for him, I want to make things clear and ask him why he left, he is my friend Murata..."

"You can't, Sir Von Bielefeld doesn't want to talk to you, and I doubt the others will let you go."

Yuuri raised his head and looked at Murata. "But you could help me, I'm sure that with your great experience you know how...don't you?" He hated to admit it, but he had to rely on his friend even if he knew that more than once Murata had lied or hid things from him. He was Yuuri's only hope now.

"As a matter of fact Shibuya, yes, I can, but you must be prepared because it won't be easy."

"I don't care," Yuuri interrupted him, "I want to go."

After a few hours, with a small bag ready, Yuuri was walking back and forth in his bedroom. Murata said he would come up with something useful and would tell the others that, being upset, Yuuri left for Earth to calm down. But what exactly his friend had in mind was still a mystery.

He just recommended for Yuuri to dress as a peasant and leave everything that could be recognizable at the palace. He couldn't even bring Conrad's necklace or Morgif, for some reason.

When it was already night, he felt the light, recognizable knock on the door and saw Murata coming inside with a triumphant smile.

"Here we go, Shibuya!" he said, and he took out from under his shirt a bottle full of...candies?

"Murata...what the hell is that? How is that supposed to help me?" Yuuri exclaimed, really confused.

"I know they might seem normal candies to you...but they are not. These are one of Anissina's inventions. I found them some time ago and thought they could be dangerous on her hands...but now they could be useful..." he stopped, making sure his friend was following him. "You see, when you put in your mouth one of these, you'll change your appearance..."

"Eh? You mean like a full transformation? Won't a wig and contact lenses be enough?" Yuuri replied, scared to think he would have had to eat something Anissina invented.

"But every one of your friends, Sir Von Bielefeld included, can recognize you with that, we need a better disguise for you, and this is perfect! Every candy lasts 10 days! We have more than 20 candies here so you can be ok for a while..." Murata tried again, "remember, this is the only way..."

Yuuri was still unsure, but it was true indeed that he needed a better cover than a wig and a pair of lenses. Without thinking too much, he took one of the candies and ate it.

"Murata..." his face showed all his pain, "this is the most disgusting thing I've ever tried in all my life...bleah..."

For a moment, he felt like he was going to faint. He closed his eyes and steadied himself on his feet. When he opened them he didn't feel any change.

"Are you sure it will work?" he asked, realizing that his voice was different. Ken was watching him with a surprised expression.

"I...I think so Shibuya..." and while saying this, he pointed at the mirror.

When Yuuri looked at his reflection, he couldn't believe in what he was seeing.

He had light brown hair, a little longer than usual, the shape of his eyes was different, more feline, and the color...a bright blue that reminded him of his necklace. His body was well built but not too much, a little more than what he originally was. In the end, he was completely another person, if they were in Japan he would have been a foreigner.

Well, at least for once Anissina's invention worked...

"I think the experiment went well...what do you think, Shibuya?" asked Murata, still a little surprised that it actually worked.

"Yeah, I think so..." Yuuri couldn't stop looking at himself in the mirror. He had to admit that it was weird to see another person in the mirror.

"Ok listen Shibuya, obviously you can't take Ao with you, so I prepared another horse for you. I'll check your luggage to make sure you have everything you need, and then you'll have to follow this." He took out something that was similar to a compass. "Use it to go to East. If I know Von Bielefeld, he'll want to spend this time in nature and on the mountains, and due East from here there is the biggest forest you've ever seen..."

"Hold on...how...how come you seem to know where he is?"

Murata smiled knowingly. "Oh well, I might have accidentally read the letter he left to Von Voltaire. Do you think his big brother would allow him to leave without knowing where he was directed?" It looked like Murata was enjoying this moment a lot. "Also, they needed to know because if something happened here, Wolfram would want to be contacted so he could come back in case of danger."

Yuuri felt as if he already walked a thousand miles. "I can't believe everybody but me knew..." There was a pat on his shoulder.

"Oh, come on Shibuya, the sooner you leave the sooner you can settle things and get your fiancé back!"

"Murata, I told you to stop! Besides, he is not my fiancé anymore. I'm surprised you didn't know that, since you happen to know everything," came the sarcastic remark.

"Oh I know, of course. Shibuya, you don't have any sense of humor, you know? Anyway, you'd better leave, I'll tell the others tomorrow."

And so, walking silently until the end of the garden, Yuuri saw the new horse, a brown one, waiting tied to a tree. After getting on it, he looked back at his friend.

"Murata...thank you." His smile was really sincere.

"Ahaha it was nothing Shibuya, you know I have your best interest at heart after all."

And then he, too, was gone. This time Murata's face had a smile plastered on it. "Go for it Shibuya, this might be a good experience for both of you, I hope everything will end well."

While Yuuri was riding his mind was full of a lot of things, so full that it did take a while to dawn upon him.

Murata knew everything from the beginning, and yet...he helped me write the letter to Wolfram...why?

Outside the castle, a pair of glasses was looking at the moon, still smiling.

"I admit it was pretty funny to see him so worried...ah, was I too bad? I bet he will be really angry when he realizes I made fun of him for all this time..."

He thought he heard a scream from far away...

"Murata, you bastard!"

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Here this second chapter ends, I hope you liked it, let me know ok?

Now ,the other thing I wanted to tell you . I tried and will try to keep Yuuri IC in this ff, and in my vision of Yuuri, (after reading the novels, listening to dramas and watching the anime) he doesn't realize he is in love with Wolfram the exact moment he finds out he disappeared, it's just too rashed. (It's only my POV of course).

A lot is going to happen from now on, I hope you'll enjoy the rest of the fanfic too!

Sore ja