A ball? Just to celebrate this?

These mazouku must really like to come to these balls … half the country is here! Wait, even that would be an understatement itself.

He scanned the room looking for a particular face.

Ah! Finally he saw the person he was looking for. When he took the whole of her in, he was pleasantly surprised. She was GORGEOUS! Well, of course excluding when she was-

His train of thought was interrupted by a tug at ­his hand. Irritated, he turned round to see his red-faced "fiancé" staring at him intently.

Oh. The LAST person I wanted to see tonight.

"If you want to know whether I'm cheating on you or not, I'm not, okay? So let. Go. Of. Me. Now." He said filling his last words with malice. He shrugged the arm of his very shocked "fiancé" off and set off to find that DELICIOUS looking girl again.

Wolfram was shocked. Completely and utterly shocked. Had the Wimp, HIS wimp just said those words to him? He felt his heart tear slowly and painfully by some malicious animal as the realization sinked in. He had caught Yuri staring at numerous girls for the past one hour and had tried to contain his anger by telling himself that it was perfectly normal for a boy his age to do that. But he had to draw the line when he saw him approach the girl right after he said something so…well…so… un-Wimpy to Him! He hit himself mentally and went into the all too familiar search for his unfaithful fiancé. Yuri was SO going to get it from him when he found the dear Maou.

­Wolfram's search took him out of the crowded ballroom and into the hallways of the castle which looked undeniably creepy at night. He shivered as he felt someone, or possibly something, staring at him but decided to shrug it off as his imagination. After all, he was the best and the smartest solider in Shin Makoku not some wimp like Yuri. He strolled along the hallways whispering Yuri's name, afraid to attract attention and be dragged back into that horribly tedious ball. He would rather be…. Well, doing something else.

He lounged into the hallway that led to Yuri's bedroom. If the wimp wanted to hide, his room would the first place that the idiotic wimp would think of. As he turned the corner into the hallway, the scene that was illuminated by the teeny-weeny fire ball that he conjured in his hand shocked the living daylights (well actually "night lights" if that's a thing) out of him. Yuri was intently kissing someone that he could not see properly but with his super sixth sense he sensed that it was THAT girl. He wanted to step out from the shadows (that he had mysteriously stepped back ­into) and stop the intimate couple but something about what those two were doing (and boy were they enjoying it) was so intriguing and it looked like such a normal and natural thing they almost looked… perfect. Yes, that was the word. Perfect. They looked so perfect together. At the thought, Wolfram's heart broke into teeny-tiny pieces, almost as tiny as the diminishing flame in his hand. Eventually he was engulfed in lonely darkness as the blind couple was oblivious to his blind self. Then he started to get control of his body and his heart ached all over again this time sharper and it sent a grimace to his angelic face. He clutched his heart and unconsciously took a step back. At the same time, Wolfram also unconsciously stepped back into someone's waiting embrace.

The sudden contact shocked Wolfram and he turned in the person's arms. But the person was gripping his clothes so tightly that only fractional movement was allowed. But that little movement alone was enough to let Wolfram see that his capturer who was illuminated by the moon light was a male. A male in some magician look a-like costume complete with the overly dramatic cape. But on his face and covering his features was an ivory mask. The mask was so intricate and looked so beautiful that Wolfram felt compelled to stare.

"Ah. You're staring at my perfect features aren't you? Ha. I know you can't help it; even I would stare at my own face for hours. But what, my dearest is making your angelic little face all scrunched up like that? Did our dearest Maou do something wrong again?"

Wolfram could not help but cringe at that. He hid his pain under his mask. The mask that he had perfected over this time. A mask that hid everything from the eyes of everyone. Wolfram's features became calm and composed and he asked politely, the way that he had been trained "And whom I ask- are you?"

"Ha. Cut the formalities my dear, we all know you're not saying, or showing for that matter, what you're feeling right now. Which I'm sure must be quite a lot for a person like you. Not to pin-point at you or anything." The velvety voice drawled but at the same time gave a feeling of superiority. Wolfram was dumbfounded at what he said. Which was both insulting and true at the same time- mind you and Wolfram wasn't some sort of bloody judge or detective like in those shows Yuri liked talking about so he really didn't need to be told the truth. He tried shaking the man's arm off gently hoping that this narcissist would get the point and let him go.1 Unfortunately, he failed and worse still, the man's grip on him tightened.

Looks like this know-it-all doesn't get it huh?

"Could you please Let. Me. Go? I have no idea who you are and-"

"Why? I thought you didn't mind."

"Of course I do! If people see us…."

There was an awkward pause and the masked male dragged Wolfram closer to him and whispered into his ear: "What's wrong with that huh? Afraid your Mao won't love you anymore? If he did in the first place, really. Do you have any idea how many-"

He stopped as he felt Wolfram's grip on his hands tighten. He let out a sigh and pressed his face against Wolframs and felt the boy's heart skip a beat.

"See, told you I was irresistible," before Wolfram could reply to that insanely egoistic comment, he added: "You know what? How do you like the feeling of this…?" 2

Wolfram felt his body relax and the pain replaced by a numb feeling inside. He heaved a sigh of relief and instinctively leaned into the stranger's arms for more. At this, the stranger laughed and the pain came back, this time it was worse. It shocked Wolfram awake and he turned only to see two pairs of eyes staring at him and the man. Wolfram immediately tried to extricate himself from the man's grip but failed. The pairs of eyes just kept staring at him and the faces had a blank look on them but in their eyes he could see something else, something that he had expected from this. He could sense them branding him as "some sort of slut". His face turned cold and he heard this faint whisper at his ear.

You know, I can hear what you're thinking right now and I know how it feels. I can help you. I can be your wonderful, handsome guardian… okay, I'm no angel. You can treat me as a how do you put it… Ah, Fairy God Father .Go up to your room after this and I will take that as a yes. I will explain the rules of this… game later. But first, here's a test for you. To be my… well, fairy godchild you have to get out of this fiasco by yourself. Take it as… some sort of test then. I expect you to be up in your room very soon. I will be waiting. Remember, everything depends on your performance now.

As soon as he whispered his last word, he let go of Wolfram and disappeared into thin air.

Wolfram turned around fully and faced his two older brothers.

"What do you think you were doing?" The oldest of the trio shouted, no, hollered at him.

Looks like he can move again then, how wonderful life is.

"You are the Maou's fiancé-" He started again but halted as his baby brother lifted his head up to stare him in the eyes. His face was tear stricken and he looked distressed. Seeing this, his second brother

immediately bent down and held his face in his palms and asked if he was alright. Wolfram pulled away in less than half a second and ran, as fast as he could, in the direction of his bedroom.

"Well, that was some bit of acting. I'm surprised. No wonder I chose you, I knew I could never be wrong. So I'll take your answer as a yes then. Well all you have to do is keep me a secret and feed me! Simple isn't it? It's like I'm some sort of un-allowed pet, but then, I don't think I look like some scruffy dog do I ?… "

When the self-obsessed "Fairy God Parent" finally raised his head, he saw Wolfram's angelic face look baffled. Then he realized that he was naked. And on Wolfram's bed.

"Oh. I was very tired so I just helped myself. Hope you don't mind, have some pity on pretty little me."

At this, wolfram woke up from his daze and looked prepared to retort but shook his head as if deciding against it and said in a tired voice : " Well, you had better hide, because after this, There will be lots of people barging in here. Hide in the closet. I'm going to sleep." As the godparent was about to object, Wolfram grabbed his hand and threw him into the closet and gave him a last piercing glare to warn him to shut up. And as if those words had some magical effect, as soon as the godparent was getting comfortable in the closet (If that IS possible) and wolfram in bed, a whole troupe people came barging in. But they were just in time to see Wolfram fall asleep in the middle of his bed.

Oh. So this is what your life is huh? Well, sleep, my dear boy and everything will change tomorrow. Just wait and see.

At those words, Wolfram's tense body relaxed and a smile full of relief appeared on his face.

Wolfram woke up the next morning to find someone in the bed beside him. Worse still, the person had his or her or its arms wrapped tightly around him.

"AHHHHHHH- muffpmh"

"Shut up please. Who with a sane mind would scream at EIGHT in the morning? Who knew such a pretty little face could conceal such a dimwitted mind."

Wolfram pulled his Godparent's hand off his face and shot him a glare.

"What are you doing in my bed? And why are you still wearing that mask AND with MY NIGHTIE?"

"Whoa, relax. Of course I wore your nightie I knew that you would scream even louder if you found me naked in your bed, so far I have not been wrong. And what, you expected me to sleep in that closet of yours? Why is it full of female clothes anyway? And I can't show you who I am for now so I have to keep this ridiculous mask on. I dislike it, it covers up my beautiful face!" the Godparent drawled. He would have gone on and on if Wolfram had not immediately got out of bed and rushed to the baths.

Looks like he's feeling better now. He thought with a wan smile as he watched his godchild leave, well, whatever he feels, just make sure he brings back food for his handsome godfather because, boy! Is he starving!

Sinking into the warm waters of the bath, Wolfram wondered why he was feeling so… good and… well, different. What happened yesterday seemed so unclear yet he could remember everything that had happened. He wasn't sure that he could face Yuri again after that but if he didn't go for breakfast, a whole troop of men would come running into his room and find his half-naked godparent on his bed. He shuddered at that thought and got out of the bath, wiping himself dry and pulling his clothes on as fast as he could trying not to think about many of the possible bad things that could happen that day.

He strolled down the hallways to the Dining hall in the meantime getting stares from all the guards and the maids, well at least more than usual. In fact the stares were so unnerving that he paused and turned to stare at his reflection in the marb- very well polished marble walls! Then he realized why they were staring at him. He was not wearing his usual blue uniform, but only the white shirt that he usually wore under his uniform and a pair of Yuri's earth pants. The shirt he wore was not even buttoned! He wondered why he did realize it earlier and cursed his god parent as he realized that the buttons on his shirt were missing and that if he tugged on his shirt, it became looser. This was definitely not what Wolfram von biefield would wear.

He must have done something while I was sleeping! What kind of godparent is he anyways! How can he do this to me! Uggh, forget it, let's just get one of life's most important processes over and done with. And then get him for it. But I must say that I look GOOD in this! Wait. What did I just say? I must be going crazy, now I'm even talking to myself!

Wolfram cursed his godparent over and over again in his head as he blushed and brisk walked to the dining hall, avoiding stares from every direction.

He forcefully pulled the doors to the dining hall open and rushed into the empty hall in an effort for people to not notice him. Unfortunately, in the dining hall, sat Yuri and Conrad having an animated conversation. Probably about that ridiculous game baseball, his mind immediately stated. He surprised himself, he had never wanted to tell himself that before, but before he could ponder about it his eyes were adverted to the third person in the dining hall. A person that he normally would have not even bothered to look at and even if he did it would have been just to say a quick but polite 'hello'. She was serving the Maou and Conrad their food as she turned to see him burst into the room and start looking at her for longer than usual, in fact so much longer it was starting to get to her and she blushed, and then proceeded to finish her duty. Realising what he had just done, he sighed with relief at the fact that his brother and the Maou had not noticed, and thus proceeded to awkwardly approach the table and sat at the end of the table. At this point of time, both his brother and the Maou had stopped their conversation and turned to stare at him. When Wolfram finally stopped trying to figure out why he could stare at one of the maids and not feel bad about it and looked up, he found two pairs of eyes staring at him.

As usual the Maou was the first to break the silence: "Wolf… Wolfram? Why…are you dressed like that today? And why are you sitting in Gunter's seat today?"

Wolfram calmly turned in his seat to face the Maou and replied casually: "Well, Heika, to answer your first question, it's because I felt like changing my style from now on. I found that the uniform was getting old; By the way, I hope you don't mind me borrowing your pants until I get a new set made for me. Then, to answer your second question, I decided that a change of places was appropriate since my previous seat was also getting old, I was getting tired of it. Since Gunter is your loving teacher, I don't think he will mind either."

After Wolfram finished his 'speech', he gave him a pointed glare and turned towards the person who was serving him his tea. He gave her a cheeky wink and cupped her outstretched hands for a lot longer than was comfortable, making jaws drop even further, reaching the floor. And making the girl blush a deep beetroot red but it was fairly, I mean really, obvious that she was enjoying it.

And Fascinatingly, So am I, Wolfram smiled as he thought this to himself and sank back into his chair, and knowing that his godparent had something to do with it, he thanked him and vowed to give him breakfast.