Wow this took to long to get posted. I apologize to everyone. Any way here's the send chapter.

And remember I don't own kyou kara mouh or yuuri or wolfram…

I let myself sink deeper in the bath, almost hoping it would take me back to Japan. But it seems I'll have no luck with that today. After the garden incident today, I haven't seen hide or golden hair of my angel-faced friend. Well, at least not physically, for he's been in my head all day. If I chose to tell anyone about my symptoms – which included sped up heart rate, sweaty hands, trouble breathing, and a little staring off into space – they would say I was love sick. In response to that I would quickly point out this was a guy and I was straight. Now, anyone on Earth would then change their answer to something like the flu. But in Shin Makoku, they would all go "So?" and then probably plan my wedding behind my back.

I was thinking that the only reason for my problem recently was that I was starting to fear Wolfram setting me on fire, and the current topic of my discomfort would probably make that fear true.

That was definitely it. It wasn't because his long eyelashes curved away from his big, deep green eyes, or the way his wavy yellow hair seemed to create a halo with the reflection of the sun, or even how cute it looked when he started pouting after we had what Yozak called "a lover's quarrel". No, it has nothing to do with that or anything else. Because I'm straight and would never be attracted to a guy. Why's my heart rate up again?

After taking a deep breath, I told myself out loud, "You'll figure it out, don't worry."

"Who are you talking to?!" Oh crap! Why in the world is Wolfram standing outside the bath?!

"I'm coming in you cheat!" I jumped up as fast as possible and grabbed a towel to put around my waist. When I was sure I was covered, I turned around to see Wolfram clearing his throat awkwardly with his eyes tightly shut. His pink nightgown seemed paler compared to his usually creamy complexion, which was now red with embarrassment.

"My mistake, sorry… Anyway, it's time to put Greta to bed, so please get dressed fast. I already picked out a book," And with that he turned sharply and walked swiftly out.

After he closed the door, I caught myself smiling. What a rare and beautiful moment to see him flustered so. A moment like that can only be beat by his true smile. I hope I will see it more often in the future.

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I got into my usual blue pj's and headed to my daughter's room, which was right across from mine for her (and somewhat me) to get used to being in her room alone at night. As I got closer, I started to hear a faint unfamiliar melody coming from behind the door. It was low and sweet and cheerful, and as I started to make out the words found them light and rhyming. I guessed it was a Mazoku children's song. When I opened the door, it was a little surprising to find it was the blonde Mazoku in his usual sleep attire, singing with a smile as my little human daughter tried to keep up and memorize the words. His voice was lower and clearer than I expected, but it seemed to show his superior nature and confidence. Almost laughing, I walked over and sat on the other side of Greta just as the song was ending.

I applauded, which made Greta giggle sweetly.

"What kept you?" with the wording of this question, it seemed to come out a lot kinder than Wolf expected. He handed me the book which, to my surprise, was in Japanese. "I don't know what the title is, but I got it from Murata to help with learning your culture, and the picture was nice." Oh, the cover was a watercolor painting of a dark handsome prince and a blonde, curly-haired princess in each other's arms at a ball. It was indeed a nice picture.

And the story, though not originally from Japan, was something I remembered fondly from my childhood.

As I read, I would look up from the book to see both Greta and Wolfram's faces lit up with child-like wonder. Of course I had seen it on Greta before, but to see it on Wolfram was almost too much. His green eyes widened with fear as the stepmother locked away Cinderella. I had trouble reading, for I was too distracted with their intense stares.

After the story, Wolfram climbed out of the bed and kissed Greta on the forehead. He really was a good father. After saying his goodnights, he left the room. Probably to get to my bed before me so I couldn't lock him out.

"Yuuri?" Greta looked up at me with almost sad eyes.

"What is it sweety?" I asked, concerned.

"I don't want you to marry Wolf." My daughter was a genius! She was the only one other than me to know that it was wrong, oh thank the first king! That is what should have been going through my head. Instead I was concerned. Didn't she like Wolfram?

"I won't if you don't want me to, but can I ask why?"

"In all the stories I've heard, the step-parents are mean and evil. I don't want Wolf to be mean and evil…" She seemed close to tears. It was breaking my heart.

"Greta," I looked at her, hoping to give her a gentle reassurance about Wolfram, but instead it seemed to come out serious and hard, almost as a protest, "Wolfram will never be mean to you. He loves you as much as I do. Never think that if I marry him it will change how either of us feel about you. I believe that, in his heart, you are already his daughter."

"Y-you think so?" she said, still with a little worry. I leaned over and kissed her where her other father had before.

"I know so." She smiled and shut her eyes.

"Good night, papa," I turned to walk out the room and, just as I reached for the light switch, she said something that brought back all the discomfort from earlier today.

"Yuuri, I want you to marry Wolfram."

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Finally the day was over, and in my tired state, I forgot what had gotten me so worked up today. I opened the door and looked to my welcoming bed. On the bed was Wolfram, laying casually on his side with his well-shaped legs exposed, due to his nightgown covering only halfway up his thigh. He had a sleepy disposition and almost seemed to be pouting. I felt my face heat up in response, but had no idea as to why.

I watched curiously as the beautiful creature before me opened his mouth, wondering what kind of things this fallen angel would say…

"You're a homophobe."

Hahahaha I love that ending… well I had the 3rd chapter done but my binder got lost so I have to rewrite it. I hope to have it up with in the next week. Thanks for your patience. I'm also going to go back and edit the first so look for changes in that. Please feel free to review it would be great to get your thoughts :D

Oh and p.s. thanks to my dear friend crazedgurl847 for typing and being very supportive of my first chapter story. You know you're the coolest