Yuuri sat in his room. Wolfram was such a stubborn-ass. He knows Wolfram had been hurt by him for…how many time again? He had lost count. He finally understood why Wolfram had always accused him of being a cheater. Having the one you love around someone else was just plain frustrating. He understood this because a few days back, while he was trying to get near Wolfram, trying to convince him that he really loved the blond, he saw Wolfram near the garden, talking with one of his soldiers. The damn guy was looking at Wolfram with such lust. Like a wolf ready to pounce on its' prey hungrily.

Yuuri just couldn't shut his eyes. Wolfram's words kept replaying in his mind. Was he really that close to Konrad? So closed that it caused confusion to Wolfram? Konrad was practically like his brother, someone whom he could run to for help….but basically, for everything. Running to Wolfram would seem so wrong. Basically because it was hard for him to control his emotions. Getting too near to Wolfram could make him lose control. He might suddenly grab the Mazoku prince and kiss him roughly right in front of everyone.

Though he had never touched it, Yuuri knew Wolfram had soft, kissable lips. Wolfram had perfection everywhere in his body. He had silky, blond hair. Smooth skin, soft lips and his hands are so smooth too. Yuuri missed the times when Wolfram would sneak into his room and sleep beside him. He missed how Wolfram kicked him, punched him, unknowingly while he sleeps. Now, the only time when he had time to spend with Wolfram was when they had to take care of Greta.

Yuuri sighed. He stood up from his soft bed. Just one peek at Wolfram wouldn't hurt, right? He walked down the corridor and turned here and there and finally reached Wolfram's bedroom. He slowly and quietly opened the door. Wolfram wasn't on the bed. Yuuri looked around through the tiny gaped he had opened. Wolfram was sitting by the window, bathing in the moon's light. Wolfram looked like an angel. He looked so innocent; it was hard to believe he was a Mazoku soldier. Yuuri's saliva started to run down. He wiped it away with his sleeves. He continued to stare at the beauty.

"Heika?" A voice said.

Yuuri jerked back and looked to his side.

"Oh, Konrad, it's you," Yuuri let out a sigh of relieve.

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to…take a glass of water."

"I didn't know the kitchen had been moved here."

"Oh, I was…you know…I…uh, well…," Yuuri said nervously while scratching the back of his head.

"I know, Heika."

"Yuuri, Konrad. Y-U-U-R-I."

"Ah, yes. Why don't you go inside?"

"He doesn't need to," came a voice.

"W-Wolfram…," stuttered Yuuri.

"What are you both doing in front of my bedroom?" demanded Wolfram, a little jealous tone in his voice.

"I was patrolling. Well, I'll best be off. Goodnight, Hei-Yuuri, Wolfram," Konrad bid farewell and continue his patrolling.

"Aren't you going to follow him, Heika?"

"W-What? N-No…I wanted to…uh…grab a glass of water."

"Well, it's that way and not this," Wolfram said while pointing to the opposite direction where Yuuri was facing.

"Oh, really? Must have been dreaming," Yuuri gave a sheepish grin.

"Yeah, you must have. Now, if you don't mind, I need to sleep. Goodnight, Heika."

"Yuuri, Wolfram, Yuuri."

"I hold no position to call you with your first name Heika," Wolfram pointed out, his back facing Yuuri.

"You're my fian-…You're my friend."

"Everyone here is you friend, but they don't call you Yuuri, do they? Except for Weller- kyo, since he was the one to name you. But even so, he still calls you Heika, does he not?"

"Well,…"

"I'll need to sleep. I have training in the morning."

Wolfram closed the door behind him. Yuuri stared at the wooden door for a while, before going back to his bedroom. Wolfram's eyes, Yuuri noticed, were showing hurt and depression. He could see it clearly. Did he really caused such hurt and depression to Wolfram. Did every word he said to the Mazoku prince mattered so much? These questions, who were to answer them better if not Wolfram. He may not have said it, but he had shown it. Yuuri entered his room and laid down on the bed. He shut his eyes and slowly drifted to sleep.

The next morning, Yuuri woke up with a start. Gunter had yelled at him in his ears, asking him to wake up for breakfast and for his lessons. Yuuri groaned and sat up, after Gunter had left. Gunter could be so sensitive when it comes to his lessons. Yuuri bathed and got ready. He walked out of his bedroom and nearly bumping into Wolfram.

"Hey, Wolf…," yuuri gave a small smile.

"Morning, Heika," Wolfram greeted with a straight face.

They walked side by side to the dining room(A/N: Wolfram tried walking faster but Yuuri keep following). They entered and all head turned to look at them. Wolfram knew his mother, Cecilie, had the wrong idea when she suddenly beamed. Wolfram quickens his pace and sat in between Konrad and Cecilie. The sit was for Gwendel, he was sure, but Gwendel was out camping with some of his fine soldier, training them.

Cecilie and Yuuri frowned. There was a sit beside the Maou, especially for Wolfram. Yuuri sighed and sat down. Breakfast was a snore fest; there were no conversation, no nothing. Wolfram was the first to leave the table, he needed to train. Yuuri followed soon after, as he had lessons with Gunter. The lessons were as usual…BORING! Yuuri stared out of the window as Gunter was so interested in reading the historical facts of Shin Mazoku. He saw Wolfram practicing swordfight with one of his soldiers.

Wolfram ha such a good body structure. He was tough on his men, but he still cared for them. There was one time when one of his men nearly fell off of a cliff; he quickly reached for him, even though he was still fighting the enemy. Due to that, he was hurt and he had to stay in bed for two months. Yuuri continue looking at Wolfram, who had stopped practicing, break time it seems. Wolfram wiped the sweat off of his fore head. He stared up, meeting Yuuri's eyes. Yuuri smiled, but Wolfram quickly turned his head away.

Yuuri frowned.

"Heika? HEIKA?"

"Uh, yes?" Yuuri choked.

"Have you been listening?"

"Uh, I was…uh…"

"In that case, we shall start all over again, Heika."

"Say what?"

"Knowing historical facts are just as important as your baseball, Heika. Now, let's begin."

Yuuri groaned.

TBC

A/N: Thanks for reviewing guys. I am so sorry for takingsuch a long time to update the story. I AM SO SORRY! bows Hope you'll like this story...review okay?