[ Disclaimer ] I do NOT own Kyou Kara Maou (if I did this story would be the plot XD)

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CheyanneChika - Thank you for not guessing openly! Even if your prediction was off, lol. I thought about BIT but I decided we've all had enough of BIT…at least I have. lol

Ayam3112 - Yep *nods* , Poor Yuu- Wait! I'm the one who has to deal with him while he's pregnant! Poor me! lol XD thank for the review! Yep! You heard right! "Who's Shinou?" LOL I'm so mean! Wait…I didn't do anything…*giggles* But I think I know who did. *sneaks off*

Lilgurlanima - This chapter might just tell us! I sure hope so! *looks around confused* cause I have no idea what's happened! XD Yes, he really, truly forgot…I wonder if he'll ever remember…

Kaderin0426 - I know! I'm working on the Accepting Love re-write (edit) and I might just re-write (edit) this fic too! I'm so behind ! Pregnant men are so much work! Thank for reviewing!

Riaries - Sadly, Murata forgetting his memory of Shinou is not because of the pregnancy. Remember? Here's an old saying as a blunt hint. - Be careful what you wish for -

Momlilag94 - LOL I'll update as soon as I can.

Unnamed Review: Yes Murata, why? *glares at him*

Murata: *blinks, confused* What'd I do?

Lady Angela von Spitzberg - Don't worry. We'll learn of their baby too! I do really wonder if Murata will reclaim is memory…

Aiko Katsu - No worries. I don't plan to let this story end for a while, even if I need to make other books ( fanfic's ) for the Accepting Love (story) series! XD

Irmina - Wolfram and Yuuri did make up and out! Yes, it appears so doesn't it? Murata! How dare you!"

Murata: *glares (angry/frustrated), confused* What did I do!

Vrriacho - Nope he cannot. It is a problem. -sigh- more on its way~! Kisses!

Natasha - When will Yuuri give birth? No clue. Sorry. Blood might know…

But, I'll give it a shot.

Let's start with what we know; Mazoku males are pregnant for a full year, twelve months, and Yuuri has been pregnant for about…*calculating*…eight months so I believe, and so, he's due in about four months. I'll check my Mazoku pregnant men math later, but I am sure I am right. ^-^

Princess Sin - I dunno…it does seem like something Blood would do…

Ashley Tangerine - Yeah. I was just as surprised.

NOTE::: POV is FIRST PERSON so MURATA is telling the story! Not Third person! (seen fanfic's like that with Character name POV and its THIRD PERSON! GAA! DX

Murata's POV (Point of View)

"I don't understand." I honestly didn't. Lord Von Bielefeld looked at me with wide, slightly narrowed, green eyes. Though he made no comment - yet.

Shibuya's eyes were wide as well, but he was staring at Lord Von Bielefeld's chest, not at me. He was resting on the Mazoku's lap with his head on the Mazoku's shoulder. He hadn't turned his head towards me.

"Is something wrong?" What had I said to them to get this reaction? I simply asked who they were talking about.

Was that so strange?

"Murata," Shibuya began slowly, as if he were unsure of what to say. I waited. He lifted his head slowly to glue his eyes to mine from across the table. "Are you mad at Shinou?"

I thought for a moment. I had the answer already. I only had one answer. "No. I can't be mad, because I don't know who this Shinou is."

Lord Von Bielefeld shut his eyes and shook his head, going back to what I assumed as work for his and Shibuya's wedding.

He opened his mouth to say something but shut it again without a sound, that wasn't like the prince. He normally spoke his mind without second thought. Maybe Shibuya was rubbing off on him?

"Won't you two tell me who he or she is?"

Shibuya's eyes snapped up from looking at Lord Von Bielefeld to me. He looked as if he were about to laugh his head off.

"He's joking, isn't he?" The blonde asked.

I guess more to himself than to Shibuya, considering my friend did not reply. I was starting to get angry, they were tap dancing around my question!

Shibuya was no longer laughing, after a moment getting his breathing calmed, he addressed me; "Murata…you know him."

Shinou was a he. Got it. But still. I shook my head. Shibuya stood as Lord Von Bielefeld asked, afterward, he left the room. Both Shibuya and I were confused, considering the blonde hadn't told us a thing.

"Shibuya?"

The boy said nothing, he only watched the door, it was as if he were a puppy awaiting its master's return home.

I would have laughed, but it was more touching than humorous.

Something tugged at me. At my heart really. I wanted someone who was that special to me, and vice versa.

Something in me sparked but dissipated just as quickly, I couldn't even remember what had sparked. What had I thought of just before?

I couldn't remember...damn it. Maybe something was wrong? I shook my head. "No." The answer was low, so Shibuya didn't hear. People had these moments at times too. Nothing was wrong.

Lord Von Bielefeld returned after a few minutes, smiling at Yuuri, who appeared to look less lonely now that the other had walked over to the blonde prince, taking his seat on his lap moments after the blonde sat. He didn't seem to mind to much though. Had Shibuya not been near Lord Von Bielefeld for awhile? Was the the reason for the kings actions of a lost puppy?

Shaking my head, I shifted in my seat. Male pregnancy was a wonder. And woman think they have it hard? I chuckled silently to myself for that last thought. It was true of course.

Pulling myself from my thoughts just as Gisela arrived, I was confused. Who was sick? Did Shibuya need a checkup…?

"You summoned me?" She asked politely, bowing in respect.

Shibuya smiled at her then nodded towards me. "Murata's got something going on," His index finger made circles above his ear next to his head, indicating crazy.

Gisela nodded her understanding, stifling a laugh as she did so. "I thought he was joking at first but now…"

"Please do not worry Heika." Gisela assured, her facial expression serious.

Conrad watched Yozak as the man slept. At the moment, the two lovers were in Conrad's room in the castle, the orange headed spy lay on the soldiers bed while Conrad himself rest on the window seat.

It was late afternoon, the sun beginning to set. It'd been a long and boring day for the half-Mazoku. He had been told he's about two months pregnant give or take a week or two.

Gisela had told him that most of the pregnancy effects would kick in soon.

Neither Yozak nor Conrad were looking forward to such time. Conrad had witnessed how Yuuri acts while being pregnant, Conrad can't help but wish he wouldn't act the same.

An explosion had Yozak awake in less than a moment. Conrad turned towards him with wide eyes. "What happened?"

Yells and commands broke out over the castle grounds. It was too much chaos for it to be Anissina's doing, and they was saying a lot.

Conrad looked out the window to see half the men under his command taking charge at the front. That cat creature Anissina had created was back…so it was indirectly her fault.

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Following Yozak, Conrad ran towards the chaos, Cheri had beaten them there, along with Gwendal, Murata, Wolfram, Gunter and Yuuri. Greta clung to Yuuri - more protectively then anything.

Yuuri was smiling, which worried most of them. Yuuri had laughed hysterically the first time the creature freed itself, and Yuuri had nearly been killed. Wolfram shifted closer to Yuuri, the kings black eyes were wide, he was scared, which betrayed his smile.

At least he was sane. Conrad thought to himself just before the cat like creature slammed a giant paw to the ground, rocking many off their feet.

"Has it gotten bigger or have I gotten smaller?" Yuuri whispered, hand tightened on Wolfram's jacket. Conrad, unable to fight, gave an order to surround the beast.

Gwendal had his men attack at any opportunity given, Wolfram had most of his men assist Gwendal and Conrad's men, others kept close to the king.

Yuuri closed his eyes a moment. Blood? You there?

I am always with you.

Why…The creature…?

There was no answer for a few moments, it worried Yuuri. Blood -

It is drawn to Micah, your child's power. It had sensed it within when trapped in the castle.

Yuuri shook visibly. Wolfram noticed, pulling the king to him. "Calm down wimp."

The king smiled in spite of being called a wimp, it made everything seem normal, as if nothing was happening, and muttered a gentle, "not a wimp." in return.

"Damn it." Gwendal cursed, a few of his men knocked aside with a sweep of the monsters tail. "What the hell is this thing after?"

Cheri had, at some point, drawn her whip and lashed out whenever the creature made a move towards the group.

"Me…and Micah." All looked at Yuuri. Not the soldiers, but their group.

"Heika..?" Gunter.

"Yuuri." Greta. She sounded worried…no…scared.

Said boy smiled at her. "Blood said its drawn to Micah's power."

Wolfram's emerald eyes narrowed as Greta tightened her hold on her two fathers. Resting her head on Yuuri's stomach. "It can't have you or my baby brother." Greta stated matter-of-factly. Her brown eyes narrowed at the creature.

Conrad issued another command, Yozak joined the soldiers after taking Conrad's sword from him. Gwendal had tried to assist physically but his mother had nearly whipped him.

"Don't go." Greta whispered as Wolfram tried to step forward, her small hand tightening on his pant leg, the double black's hand tightened as well.

Kneeling to be level with Greta, he rested a hand on her head. Yuuri stood watching the men fight, half focused on his lover and daughter.

"Greta." Wolfram began to argue and images of Wolfram being hurt or being killed flashed through Yuuri's mind, something seemed to ignite like a flame inside him, the orange haze covering his eyes returned.

Yuuri fell to his knees, eyes clamped shut tight, wrapped his arms around Wolfram's waist. "Stay here by our side."

"Yuuri - "

"That's an order Wolfram Von Bielefeld." Yuuri choked on his words slightly as he fought back tears and the rage of both his own emotions and that of their son.

Wolfram watched Yuuri for a moment, he was crying. "As you command my king." Wolfram whispered.

Greta smiled just as the ground shook beneath her feet. With a cry of surprise, she watched as the stone of the palace porch roof began to crack.

Yuuri knew it was happening, he tried to get himself to stand, but he felt as if his legs were nothing but Jell-O.

"Wolfram…I can't move." He felt like he'd taken a horse pill pain killer. He felt so tired. And hot. Damn it. Not now! Of all times! "Wolfram…" that sounded far to husky for Yuuri's liking, but Wolfram seemed to understand half of the dilemma.

Yuuri cried out as a painfully bright while light flashed behind his eyes, like his mind had exploded.

The giant cat growled, its plan to crush the people around the king had been foiled, by the king! He had sent the stone roof flying miles away, saving those who were under it.

Angry eyes flashed.

Yuuri seemed to be barely awake. In the next moment, the large monstrous feline had Yuuri wrapped in its tail.

The young king heard Greta cry out for him, he heard Wolfram give a command to his men, he heard the soldiers attacking, being attacked, and he felt his energy escape him, he also felt emotions that were not his own.

Opening his deep black eyes, Yuuri watched as many of the soldiers were knocked to the ground in boneless heaps. Some in good shape, who got back up not long after, but others were bloody, but they got up as well.

They were fighting for him. Fighting to protect him. He was more trouble than he was worth. Even more so now that he was pregnant. Every sound seemed to be heard as if he were under water.

Why had all this happened?

Why did he allow others to get hurt because of him?

He was the king of demons Damn it. Why couldn't he protect himself?

You are pregnant.

Even before then, he had been weak…a wimp. Allowing others to get hurt in place of him because he thought not fighting would solve everything. Violence was never the answer.

But that doesn't stop violence.

More cries reached his ears but seemed to bounce off, never hearing the real volume of the noise.

Yuuri felt that strange feeling inside him. Micah. His son. Yuuri frowned. He wouldn't allow his unborn son to protect him either. The boy being powerful or not.

Yuuri, focusing on what he had been taught about Maryoku, felt his power spike.

"ENOUGH!" he hadn't yelled, but his voice had changed. In Maou Mode, as he called it, he spoke as if he were unstoppable. And in most cases, he was.

The cat stilled, fear shooting up its body before it glared at the changed boy. Dropping the man, the cat turned to face him.

Yuuri had landed on his feet. Had he been his normal self, he wouldn't have.

The double black watched with his own cat-like eyes as the creature prepared to attack.

"You. Have caused enough trouble." Twin dragons appeared, made of water, striking the beast before it got the chance.

Hating himself for it, but knowing there wasn't much of a choice, Yuuri sent the two water dragons through the heart of the creature. The sound of the painful cry mixed with the sound of flesh being torn assaulted the young teen's ears.

Falling to his knees, Yuuri watched the beast fall lifeless. Yuuri faded from his Maou Mode, confused at how he felt Micah's power still. The beast was dead. Why still fired up?

Yuuri felt the wind shift. On the ground around him, was a circle made of blue flame. Black eyes widened as within the circle, an orange yellow glow pulsated.

As his heart skipped a beat, the glow spread (shot) out from the circle, covering every inch of the battle field.

Yuuri watched as the light overtook his sight for a few moments before the world returned to normal, all power dimming as Wolfram ran to him.

"Are you alright? Yuuri?" Yuuri nodded, watching as the men stood, unharmed.

"What an amazing feet, Heika!" Gunter praised, acting like his old hyper self.

Yuuri shook his head. Many of those men had been near death.

"It wasn't me." But is scares me. Sort of.

Blood stood in the shade of a cluster of trees. Arms crossed, hip leaning on one tall tree. His eyes narrow, watching this entire time. Now, his eyes were glued to Yuuri. His stomach really. Where Micah rest.

Conrad turned just as Blood shifted his gaze to the man. A smile graced Blood's lips. Not an evil smile. Not evil in the least - as far as Conrad could tell.

Blood's smile had been worn, - tired. As if Blood himself was fading. But it was friendly smile. Warm even.

A/N::: Just moved around a week before Christmas. No internet (until the day I post this) and that is why this update is late.

Chapter 23; will be late…one scene is hard to write, I want it nice and not rushed. Plus, I have to think of a need for the seemingly pointless smut. XD Please be patient!