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AshelyTangerine - I tired to write while listening to her say that but it was becoming very…awkward…so I took a break…You're welcome! ^ - ^

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A/N::: Note to All. I am unable to update Princess due to an Error occurring. I have sent a few e-mails to support and they should get back sooner or later. -sigh-

Opening his eyes, Yuuri pushed himself up as he stretched. He felt so well rested; he'd been so exhausted last night. Why had he been so exhausted? Immediately the images of the previous night flashed in front of his eyes.

Blushing immensely, he could actually feel his cheeks and ears heat up. It wasn't so much from being embarrassed but the feelings he got from just remembering all that Wolfram had done…

"Yuuri; I don't think you can get any redder, calm down already."

Almost falling off the bed; Yuuri just then realized Wolfram was in the room. The blonde stood in front of a full body mirror, he was fixing his belt. Yuuri felt himself blush again, Wolfram didn't have his shirt or jacket on yet.

"Shut up!" Yuuri muttered, turning his face away to stare at the white bed sheets. Wolfram must have already changed the sheets. They were clean, smelled as if just washed.

Closing his eyes, the double black leaned back on his hands. Yuuri remembered he hadn't gotten the change to confront Blood again because of last nights…Yuuri whole body heated…damn it!

Wolfram laid his hands on Yuuri's hands. Black eyes opened to be only a few inches from Wolfram's emerald eyes. The blonde had his shirt and jacket on but they weren't buttoned. "I told you Yuuri, you need to calm down."

Yuuri swallowed the sudden lump in his throat. "It-it's your fault!"

Smirking; Wolfram closed the gap between Yuuri and himself, running his tongue across light pink lips. Yuuri shuddered involuntarily at the tingling sensations running up and down his body. Wolfram captured the kings lips with his own. Yuuri didn't resist but his surprised gasp allowed Wolfram to slip his tongue inside.

Yuuri tired to move his hands to push Wolfram back but the blonde's hands pressed Yuuri's hands to the mattress, keeping the boy from stopping them. "W-Wolfram…" pulling away, Wolfram was still smirking.

"Stop that!" Yuuri meant the smirk, but it didn't go away. Wolfram stood up, standing in front of Yuuri. He didn't say anything; instead he buttoned his shirt. "Right. Yuuri, Gisela and Ulrike have asked you to go to the temple. They have more information to tell you."

Yuuri sweat dropped. He changed the mood quickly… "More information? About what?" Wolfram shook his head, pausing in his action of buttoning up his shirt, resting his hand on Yuuri's bare stomach.

"Did you forget?" Wolfram murmured in the kings ear. Yuuri shivered, pushing the blonde away gently but the blonde allowed it. "I didn't!" Yuuri shouted. "You're just distracting." Yuuri muttered, unaware he had spoken out loud just then.

Wolfram debated on touching Yuuri but shook his head. He had to leave and Yuuri needed to get up, dressed and get to the temple. "I'm flattered Yuuri."

Yuuri jumped when he realized Wolfram had heard and turned his face away. "Here. Hurry and dress and I can take you to the temple when I leave." Yuuri took the folded clothes, pausing midway at his lover's words.

"You're leaving?" Yuuri's voice shook, he didn't want to cry or throw a fit but…

"Yes. Just for today; I'll be back later tonight." Silently, Yuuri nodded and dressed himself. Some days, Yuuri hated Wolfram being a soldier.

Shinou stood in the corner of Murata's room, watching the boy sit at his desk working on school work he brought over; probably to avoid the blue eyed king.

He was reading a large book, his notebook off to the side and he, every once in a while, wrote something down and then picked up a sheet of paper filled with questions. Blue eyes never left the bespectacled boy, Shinou's unblinking eye watched Murata's every move.

Murata jolted upright, remembering everything about the night before. Everything he had done. Murata shook his head quickly, hating the resurfacing memories that made him blush. No. He didn't hate what had happened, at the time, maybe. But he had felt something was missing something…someone…but he couldn't place it.

What had happened had felt like it filled that feeling, but that man! Damn him! He took advantage of him, that man, Shinou, he had no right!

Shaking his head, Murata rubbed his eyes.

"Good morning my sage."

Jolting back, Murata pulled the covers up over his bare chest. Damn. Why was he bare? "Back off you pervert!" The blue eyed man chuckled, his eyes glittering with humor and an emotion Murata couldn't place.

Shinou brushed his fingers across Murata's cheek, the touch was feather light and Murata found himself leaning into the touch, moving his hands to wrapped around the mans wrist and hand, rubbing his cheek against the strong hand.

Murata shut his eyes as Shinou's free hand set against Murata's head, petting his hair, weaving his fingers in the blue black strands.

It felt like hours before Murata realized what was happening. It had only been a few minutes though and Murata then released the older mans hand, pushing him away and pulling back, backing away from the man before him while still trying to keep himself covered.

"What is the matter my sage?" The man actually looked genuinely surprised. He reached out to pulling Murata into a hug but the teen back away further.

"Get away from me! And stop calling me yours! I don't belong to you!" He didn't realize he was shouting but when he did he turned his face away, his voice quieting and a red blush of anger dusting his cheeks.

Shinou closed his eyes, sighing like he was tired. "You've never acted like this before; what's gotten into you My Sage?"

"Stop that!" Murata reached out and slapped the man before him, actually leaving a red mark just below his left eye. The king blinked, shocked at the stinging on his cheek and that the blow was from Murata of all people.

"Don't act this way to someone you don't even know!" Murata shouted, uncaring that his voice rose.

So. His sage held no memory of him. Interesting. Although Shinou was sure he could reverse the effects, he wanted to see Blood's reason behind it. He would let this play out a little longer; something told him Murata needed it to play out from start to finish.

The sun way high, indicating noon. It was hot but the cool, constant breeze evened it out. Yuuri sat behind Wolfram on the blonde's white horse, his arms wrapped around the older boys waist with his face pressed against the boys shoulder.

They were heading towards the temple with the soldiers Wolfram commanded. They were all going to head out for patrol right after he was at the temple.

Yuuri's arms tightened around his lover, hating the thought of having to let go in a few minutes.

He is not going to die.

Not the point.

But it is something you fear most.

"Yuuri."

He lifted his head slightly. "Yeah?" He then noticed they had stopped.

"We're here." Wolfram turned his head and upper body slightly when Yuuri didn't let go. If anything his hold on his tightened. With Yuuri's body pressed so close to Wolfram, the blonde could feel Micah's kick; it was hard, as if the baby was angry.

Emerald eyes watched the king closely. He knew Yuuri wanted him to stay, knew Micah wanted the same thing. With a sigh, Wolfram pulled Yuuri's arms away from him, climbing off his horse before lifting Yuuri off.

The double black tried to resist, not wanting to move, if he moved, Wolfram would leave. "Let go." Yuuri commanded, black eyes held defiance. Wolfram smiled, doing his damn best not to laugh. Shaking his head, Wolfram pulled on Yuuri's hand towards the front entrance of the temple.

"Yuuri." Wolfram's voice held command but softened after muttering "wimp." beneath his breath.

"I am not a wimp! And let go!" Yuuri pulled away, his free hand over Wolfram's, trying to get him to let go. "Yuuri, knock it off."

"No!" Now inside the temples outer walls, Wolfram stopped. He turned to face Yuuri and pulled on his wrist. The double black lost his footing and fell against the blondes chest. "Yuuri. I'll be back before tomorrow. I promise you that."

Yuuri's arms wrapped around the others waist on their own. "Don't go," Yuuri's whisper was so soft only Wolfram could hear it. "Please."

A/N::: This chapter is so fluffy I use it as a pillow. =_="

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