Yuri's POV

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His eyes betrayed nothing; the steel icyness that was portrayed in his eyes was intriguing.

I wondered why I wasn't shivering but moving closer and closer to him.

His eyebrows were moving towards the centre of his face his face now betraying a slight emotion - doubt.

Although I did not understand why, I inwardly smirked to myself and inched closer and closer to him.

His face smoothened and his eyes seemed to invite me to draw closer. They had their story to tell and I was only too willing to listen.

How should I describe them so as to do them proper justice? They were shaped oh-so-beautifully as though they were crafted by the delicate hands of angels and they were of an indescribable colour – impossibly mesmerizing.

My head was swimming; I was drowning in his eyes.

This was making me feel nostalgic, like one of those love scenes you see in those old movies with those most-likely-dead stars, but my willpower slowly dissolved as I sank deeper and deeper into his eyes, listening to their story.

His eyes told me their beautiful story full of nothing but beauty.

Flawless, stainless; Just like him.

Suddenly his story twisted and contorted as there was something ugly in there trying to break free.

Wolfram's head snapped sideways as if he had let me see something ugly underneath his beautiful exterior.

Is it me or has he grown more and more beautiful? I could just-

What am I thinking?! Our relationship will never change to anything beyond platonic. He's nothing but a friend.

As Yuri drowned himself in his own denial, Wolfram sensed what was happening let his panicked expression gradually turn into a smirk.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Wolfram started as he started spreading his collection of the flowers he found onto the table.

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Wolfram's POV

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He chose a few of them and started to arrange them in a vase in front of him. Ikebana was what Yuri called it, it was the Japanese art of flower arrangement he had learnt when he still followed Yuri into his world. Recently, he found a huge interest in this form of art and had been indulging in it, receiving squeals from the maids and even his mother.

Ever since he moved out of Yuri's room he had a lot more time to himself, allowing him to balance his time between training, Ikebana and whatever it was he wanted to do.

That morning Yuri had told him that he had wanted to see him, although he had already known what it was about he feigned ignorance and let Yuri go on with his speech;

"Hey, let's make a trip to the some island! You've been a bit distant lately so I think this trip will help settle things back to their normal state. What do you think?"

"No," Wolfram replied nonchalantly as his hands worked busily on the flowers.

"WHAT? Why?"

Wolfram delicately tilted his head and stared into Yuri's eyes. His eyes had turned to steel: "Oh I guess I forgot to tell you, I don't need to follow you around anymore, I-"

"Wolfie~ Are you in here playing with your flowers again? Get up my dear boy and get your suitcases out, I'll pack the nicest dresse-"

"There is no need for that, Mother. I am n-"

"WOLFRAM!" Gwendal's voice roared and echoed off the hallways, "HURRY AND GET READY. WE ARE LEAVING SOON, Stop playing with your flowers!"

One by one, people became piling in ordering him about. Enraged, he finally lifted his eyes which were fixated on the flowers, of his masterpiece. He shot an icy cold glare at the crowd that had gathered and the atmosphere stiffened abruptly. His eyes were cold yet fiery from all the rage he that was bubbling within him. Silence filled the room and everyone could feel the superior aura surrounding the blonde prince, slowly and gracefully without losing any of his charm, he stood up and strode out of the room. The superiority surrounding him paralyzing everyone else, rendering them unable to stop his exit.

He brisk walked to his room and calmly entered his room, and the masked god parent appeared in front of him: "Back so early?"

Wolfram gave a curt but sharp nod and his God parent plopped down on his bed giving Wolfram one of his perverted stares expecting Wolfram to crumble and confide in him. As planned, Wolfram did and he gave a little chuckle: "Go, no protests." Seeing Wolfram's extreme displeasure and disbelief showcased on his face, he explained that it would be good for him.

"No. It's going to hurt me even more than ever, I'm not going."

"I'll come along." All of a sudden the room turned silent. Wolfram was still baffled and trying to absorb what was just thrown at him as his God parent stared him up and down but deep down he was surprised himself, this was the first time he had done something like this.

"Don't worry; none of them will be able to see me so our relationship will be safe. Only you will be able to see my pretty face." With that his god parent winked and started stuffing clothes into a suitcase as he mumbled to himself, leaving his god child to stare in awe.

A good ten minutes later, Wolfram emerged from the room with a suitcase in hand and calmly, with the guidance of his godparent, strode gracefully to the dock, whilst eyes belonging to the male and female population never left his back. Sighs could be heard and it coaxed a smirk onto Wolfram's face.

As he approached the dock, his brothers shot him disapproving glares but as they recalled Wolfram's terrifying expression before, decided to let the matter rest. Upon his arrival, the sea of people who were always surrounding the Maou and attending to his every need parted to let him across. As he passed the Maou, he gave a tiny nod and moved up the plank leaving everyone in awe and no time for Yuri to confront him. He proceeded to his designated cabin and locked himself in his cabin, as the lock was fastened, His god parent materialised, slouching at the windowsill and glancing at him with amused eyes and a smile on his face. It creeped him out and he felt inclined to ask what his god parent was doing.

"Well, don't you like looking at my pretty face?" seeing Wolfram's wince, he continued "I was wondering why you even bothered doing that, bowing to him…"

"It's a sign of respect, nothing's happening." Wolfram retorted before realising that he was on defensive mode; he touched his lips and looked into his God parent's face, unsure of himself. His god parent just grinned wider and moved to the door and unlatched it. Delicately he opened the door and stepped out onto the deck earning a frown from his god child, who reluctantly followed him. They stood side by side at the stern of the ship, the wind blowing their hair as they stood, having a silent conversation. Wolfram gave out a sigh and leaned his head on his God Parent's shoulder as his eyes turned misty.

"WOLFRAM?!" Suddenly, a Yuri-ish cry rang through the air and Wolfram's head shot back up to face a red faced Yuri and as his god parent turned with him, Yuri released another cry: "WHO IS HE? AND WHY IS HE WEARING THAT THING ON HIS FACE?!"

Wolfram's heart skipped a beat: I though he said he couldn't be seen? He turned to glare at his god parent who had a calm and bemused expression on his face.

"Me? Oh, I am Jerome Kim from a land quite far away and am here to give His Excellency a massage, I'm from a line of fantastically good masseurs, so don't worry, He'll be in good hands. And if you're wondering why this devilishly handsome pair, especially me, are doing out here, It's a commonly know fact that the smell of the sea will make massages all the more effective! It relaxes your face muscles so that your face becomes pretty, see mine?" And at that he pointed to his face and Wolfram could only give him a stare of disbelief.

After a few moments all that had been said finally registered in Yuri's head and he screeched: "WHAT?!"

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END

Author's note: I'm UBER SORRY that this took so long! And I'm also sorry that this is suck a let down too.I've not been watching KKM for a LONGGGGGGGGGGGG time now so I need help from the people who bother reading this fic, If you have any info that I need to know from episode 84 onwards and in between 66 and 81 please feel free to tell me! I know about Saralegui and Yuri so-called leaving roughly (because of my tell-tale sister D;) but I need more info. please. And While you're at it, send me any random ideas for the next chapter? My inspiration is anti-social and won't come out to play with the rest of my Brain cells D; It's such a big meanie. Pomatoe is so sorry everyone D;