Just so you know before hand that the Wolfram I have wrote about in here loves books…I kinda don't think the Wolfram in Kyo Kara Maoh really does but oh well, that is the wonders of fanfiction- we can alter some things all for the cause of good fanfiction.

Anyway enjoy the short chap- for some reason I just can't be satisfied with it…something's missing…

Chapter 7: A little about Earth

So this was a ….Mouse-eum. No, no wait…a Museum, was what Yuuri had called it. Wolfram was pleasantly surprised and a little smile played on his lips. Seriously, he had thought that the museum might be a magnificent looking building on the outside, with a crappy interior.

Yuuri saw Wolfram's mouth open with a big 'O' of awe. Yuuri had been just like that when his parents had first brought him here at a young age. Wolfram looked to absolutely adorable all astonished like that. Yuuri wanted to squeeze him but resisted the impulse. He was thankful that at that moment the alluring blood scent was not as strong. That was probably because he had asked his mom for the blood tablets that she kept. Blood other then Wolfram's should last him for a while… a very little while but hopefully enough for him to solve the problem…how he would solve the problem though, was always a constant thought on his mind.

"This is a museum?" Wolfram asked with wide eyes as he took in the surroundings.

Yuuri smiled, forcing the problematic thoughts from his minds. "Yes Wolfram, this is a museum. Now come on."

Wolfram, who had stopped somewhere just after the entrance followed Yuuri away as he led the way farther into the grand building. There were a few people walking around but on average there were very few in the building.

His eyes slowly moved from one end of the gigantic room to the other. Wolfram saw that the large central room he was in led to more inner rooms. This room that he was standing in seemed to be filled with treasures of all shapes and sizes and things he couldn't begin to guess the usage or impact of.

Hmm, how much stuff did they have stuffed into the little rooms? He wondered what could possibly be in the little rooms that, for now, the contents were hidden from view. Perhaps clothes? His mother had rooms filled with clothes that she seemed to particularly like (specially a couple of those ridiculous cleavage showing super-mini black and red dresses. The one's that came with whips and chains-mother was becoming weirder on her quest for love).

Or stuffed animals? Gwendal had shelves full that since those were his 'treasures' (though they didn't quite turn out the way they were originally intended to but it was the thought that counted).

Yuuri had said that a museum held treasures, but of what kind? Curious, curious Wolfram's mind was hyperventilating and his face was flushed with anticipation at what was to come.

Yuuri walked into a room which had a feel of ancientness and a deep worldly… 'something'. Wolfram couldn't find the right word for it.

"This is the Egyptian room." Yuuri walked over to and stood beside something in the middle of the room. He then beckoned to Wolfram with his slender hand.

"This is a mummy…"

Ever the curious one, Wolfram walked over and got a surprise.

There in a glass case, lay a shriveled corpse of a middle aged man whose skin was stretched over jutting bones and whose eye lids were shut over eyes that no longer existed.

"Eww…" Wolfram made a face at which Yuuri chuckled.

Wolfram couldn't help but ask. He had to be sure. "He's dead isn't he?" Wolfram's narrowed eyes looked and glared at the thing in the glass case as if daring it to get up and contradict him.

Yuuri looked at Wolfram with a weird look in his eyes. "He's been dead for millions of years. He isn't about to wake up now."

Wolfram looked at Yuuri as Yuuri spoke again. "And even if he did, I'll be here with you…"

Wolfram's eyes met Yuuri's eyes and for one second they shared a 'moment' and something passed between them with there eyes as bridges and that something was a form of understanding and similarity and a feeling that cannot be put into words.

Wolfram could feel himself reddening and he was starting to find that annoying. All he was feeling must have shown on his face. He looked away embarrassed by his emotions showing so obviously on his face and once again resumed observing the room and everything in it. He shoved his hands in his pockets.

The treasures here were so different then what he was used to in Shin Makoku. There was an elegance here but, it was more harsh and more surreal. The colors that ruled supreme here were deep reds and greens, blacks and there was so much gold.

Wolfram felt as if he should say something since it had been quiet for so long (he had been lost in his observance) and he didn't want to seem ungrateful at Yuuri for bringing him here.

"So, um, what kind of people were these…"he tried to remember the word Yuuri had used. He wanted to seem intellectual and smart. Poor Wolfram, ever the pleasing one.

"Egyptian?"

"Ya." Wolfram said sheepishly.

"Well, they lived a very long time ago near deserts where it was very hot. They were also very advanced for there time and created the Great Pyramids." Yuuri pointed to a picture of 3 tall buildings with magnificent high sides that got narrower as they got higher until the 3 sides met at a sharp point. There was a person standing beside the buildings so that you could compare there sizes.

"Wow, those look big."

"Wolfram, they are VERY big." Yuuri chucked and Wolfram smiled glad that everything was back to normal and that awful threatening silence was gone.

"Come here. There a lot more stuff in the other room."

And so Wolfram got a crash coarse in the history and culture of earth. He saw everything. Things meant to be seen and other things that would make you blush and doubt of they were legal. Wolfram saw Roman soldiers prancing in little skirts and thought it was shameful for men to do so (the skirts should at least be a lit bigger as not to expose so much). He saw elephants to earwax figurines, under water life to under wears through out the ages. He saw mock battles and real ones (a real one over who would get to take a picture with the fake moose and beaver in the Canadian History section) were humans really like this? Fighting over beavers and mooses? At least Yuuri wasn't…but then Yuuri was special…

The museum also seemed to have a special display on books, from scrolls written centuries ago to classic novels and the most recent ones. Yuuri remembered the special display on for only a certain number of days.

"Wolfram," Wolfram looked up from the thing he had been studying. He wasn't yet sure what it was but he was going to figure it out. He had it narrowed down to a lipstick or an eating utensil, a spoon or a fork or a spork… "There's supposed to be a special display of book on the upstairs floor. Would you like to go there and see it?"

BOOKS…ha ha...Books... yaaaaaay….boooooks…heh…novels…heh…yummm…

Yuuri must have seen the silent joy, his look heaven ward and pink flush on Wolfram's face for he chuckled "I guess that means a yes."

And so both boys walked up the stairs. (Yuuri thought that Wolfram might get a bit sick in the elevator – Wolfram was sea-sick and so why not elevator-sick as well?) Better to be safe then sorry.

Up they walked on the spiraling stairs and as always, Yuuri led the way. Wolfram was having naughty thoughts right now. He tried to force them away.

With Yuuri walking in front of him with that seductive walk and lithe moving body as if moving to a song only it could hear, it was hard not to have naughty thoughts. Wolfram's mind was wandering and it had something to do with Yuuri's warm body, no cloths and only Wolfram there with him. …Naughty. Heh.

Both boys reached upstairs (without falling onto each other-a marvel considered by both) and looked around. From what they could tell they were the only ones on this top floor. The entire hall and room was empty. They both tensed slightly.

Yuuri used his sense; the one newly acquired as a vampire, and 'felt' around the floor for any other living thing. There was nobody on this floor except for him and Wolfram. He gulped. This situation could take a turn… Once again the sensation of Wolfram's deliciously scented blood came over him as he took in a breath. He turned his head and pretended to look to the other side so Wolfram wouldn't see his hungry looking gaze and his slowly protruding fangs. The substitute blood seemed to be wearing off and his body seemed to be wanting Wolfram's blood with a passion…this was not good.

Yuuri was going to have to be very cautious. Turing his head, he looked at Wolfram's charming, seemingly innocent face that smiled at him as a beautiful scent wafted around like a teasing curtain. That was going to be hard.

-x-x

Well I typed this chap up pretty fast. I think it's short and was actually intended to be double the size but I think that I shall divide it. Well I already have…

Anyway a lot of people said to update faster therefore, you are getting you wish but at the price of shorter chaps… I hope all are still satisfied. -

Oh oh, I wanted to know: which is your favorite part so far in the fic… or at least your favorite chap. Your opinion will be helpful and reviewed for future reference if need be.

As always I request of you only to review and the more the content in your review the more content I shall be…( a little play on words there, heh heh:D)

So review, live life, live long and then review some more!

And so until you read again…Goodbye…-bite-

p.s. in the next chap...there is juiciness… I know since I've already written half of it! (Though I do not know if the 'bite' is going to be in it but it is close…very close…heh()