Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kyou Kara Maou

Kyou Kara Maou crossed over with Kuroshitsuji ((Black Butler))

Story description; Yuuri is not only the Demon King of Shin Makoku, but also a demon who, isn't required to serve Ciel, but helps out when he becomes bored with his family and wants to avoid Kingly work. Sebastian is the one who offered the chance to do so awhile before he became king and Yuuri still comes around.

This story is mostly Kyou Kara Maou, I love Kuroshitsuji too, therefore, this story is born.

POV means Point Of View, first person. Words like I, Me, myself. This chapter has a small POV of Murata.

Wolfram sat on the large, four-post bed in the room assigned to him, his knees drawn up and his arms wrapped around his knees, his big green eyes were fixed on nothing in particular.

Thoughts wondering back to the events of the fight his fingers tugged and rubbed the edge of the hemline of the pink night gown he wore.

Wolfram sighed and closed his eyes, Yuuri had always said he didn't like boys, that he thought of Wolfram as only a friend, but… During the fight with the shinigami, Yuuri had protected him and seemed to hint that he loved the young prince.

He then had fought, without a sword, with the shinigami, a few times coming close to killing him then stopped by some other man who took the red-headed man away.

The scene replayed in Wolfram's mind, Yuuri had changed somehow, his voice staying the same. His eyes the only change to his appearance, but his attitude had become all the more different. He was more of a fighter, more demon like.

Hearing the door open, Wolfram opened his eyes. "His majesty seems to be…" Gunter began, his eyes fixed on the young blonde prince curled into a ball on the large bed.

"Different." Conrad finished, walking in with Gwendal and shutting the door gently.

Yuuri sat in the dark study on the window ledge, with the window open, legs out the window. The only light was filtered in by the bright, almost full moon.

The events replayed in his head, overlapping with the nightmare a few weeks back. Closed his eyes he lowered his head and took a deep breath.

He had a feeling they wouldn't accept it and fear him, worst of all, Wolfram seemed to be taking it the hardest.

Then again, Yuuri had always acted…well, as Wolfram put it, he had always acted like a wimp, so Wolfram had always know what to do and how to handle anything about Yuuri, but now…

Yuuri took another deep breath. The blonde didn't know how to act or what to do, feeling so out of control, opening his black eyes, he stood up.

I have to show him, have to show them, that I'm still the same me…

Murata's POV:::

I walked into the study and leaned my hip on the doorframe. Yuuri stood on the window ledge. "Planning to jump?" I asked, hoping the Yuuri I knew was really still there.

Turning, Yuuri jumped from the ledge onto the desk, "Hay, what's up?" Yuuri asked happily, his dark eyes were normal and friendly as he sat down on the edge of the desk.

I sighed, half relieved that Yuuri was still the same goof and half trying to think of a way to start a conversation.

"Shibuya," voicing the name of the person you're talking to is always a start. "You're not…back at the ally…you weren't really…yourself." well, I said it was a start, not a good start.

"You acted so differently, I mean, you're eyes were red."

Yuuri had tilted his head to one side, a soft smile on his lips. He was definitely different…but I didn't understand how. I'd known Shibuya Yuuri since middle school and he had never acted like that, he'd always been a goofy, life-loving, baseball boy.

"I do admit I acted differently than what you and the others are used to." Yuuri mused as he leaned back, his hands holding him up. "It's kinda hard to explain." Yuuri was acting like himself, his goofy smile returned as he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.

"This isn't the first time that's happened?" I asked slowly, lifting an eyebrow.

Yuuri nodded, "It's happened a few times before, and believe me, the first time, I felt just like you and the others are feeling."

The three brothers and Gunter sat in Wolfram's room in silence. Wolfram was sitting with his back pressed against the head-bored of his bed hugging a large fluffy pillow to him tightly. The pillow covered the lower half of his face, just below his nose.

His large emerald eyes seemed larger than normal, his eyes unblinking. He was staring at nothing in particular, his blonde hair fell around his face, creating a shield around his eyes, cutting himself off from the others in the room.

The deafening silence was broken when Yuuri walked in with Murata. The three looked at the Great Sage and the Maou as they entered and shut the door quietly.

Wolfram shifted his gaze to the Sage and then to his fiancé but other than that he made no movement aside from the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Yuuri sensed that Wolfram was a bit uneasy about him, so he didn't walk near the blonde prince.

Yuuri took in the details of the large room he was now in. The bed as a large, four-poster with a red-pink colored silk canopy with the curtains tied to the posts of the bed with deep blue ribbons.

The mattress looked fluffy and lumpy which indicated it was incredibly soft and comfortable. Yuuri knew Wolfram wanted the curtains untied so he would be enclosed in the bed, cutting himself off from the rest of the room.

Yuuri felt a sharp sting in his chest and knew he regretted making Wolfram feel the way he did, regretted bringing them here, letting them find out the truth of him.

Murata was leaning on the door, most likely trying to piece together what Yuuri had told him only moments ago.

"About earlier…in the ally." Yuuri began, he didn't know what to say or how to say it, he just prayed that what ever needed to be said would just come to him. "I was and still am, me." Yuuri wished time would just skip to the end of this, but of course, that would never happen.

Yuuri felt his heart skip a beat when Wolfram tightened his hold on the pillow he held onto. "I understand how you guys feel."

Conrad looked over at his brother Gwendal, who looked back at him.

"Your Majesty…?" Gunter asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"I felt confused, scared - well actually terrified - and I even had to trick myself into believing it was all just a dream, then I finally got myself to forgot completely, only for it to happen once again…"

Yuuri had a blank expression on his face but his eyes were large and unblinking. Murata ran a hand through his blue-black hair, making it stick out in every other direction.

"Your majesty…what exactly happened to you?"

Yuuri smiled his goofy grin, which caused a cool wave of relief to wash over Wolfram, Yuuri was acting a little like himself.

Wolfram felt his body relax. "Your eyes turned red when you fought him." Yuuri looked at Conrad, titling his head to the left, his hands moving to rest on his hips. His dark eyes looked warm and sweet like they always looked, the Yuuri in front of them was the Yuuri they had first met a few years ago.

"What happened to me exactly…" Yuuri took a breath and walked toward the bed, sitting down at the foot, as far from Wolfram as he could get. He noticed the blonde press back against the head-bored and ignored the sting in his chest. "Well, to put it simply, I'm one of those rare demons who are born of Twin."

"Twin? What…or who…is that?"

"The first demon ever alive was a demon who was very powerful, and even though the demon had all this power, he…or she…was never corrupted by it. Only killing the ones who were sentenced to it. Also, saving who was sentenced to be killed when falsely sentenced." Yuuri leaned against one of the wooden posts, his arms at his sides.

"So, Twin is like you…" Yuuri was surprised by Wolfram's words and titled his head in question. "You don't kill unless…no…" the young Mazoku shook his head slightly. "You don't kill. Twin and you have a since of Justice." Yuuri smiled, thankful his fiancé was talking to him.

Continuing his explanation; "No one knows if he or she, is still alive or not, but we all believe he or she is, this because every once in awhile, a demon born is a direct offspring of that legendary demon." He shook his head, knowing what they were thinking.

"No, we are not born from the demon him or herself, its said that the demon chooses an unborn child to be the next one to be a direct offspring."

Yuuri shook his head slowly, as if answering Conrad's unspoken question. "I'm still me."

Gunter stood up and paced the length of the room. "If that personality is normal for you," Gunter began only to have it finished by Gwendal. "Then how come you've never acted like that in Shin Mazoku?"

"Well, when I decided to become king, I told myself to never act like I do here when we go do these missions. The reason is that since I'm a king, I can't just continue to act so…"

Yuuri was lost for words. "I can't just go around killing people like I was born to do." Yuuri finished in a quick rush, he looked at Wolfram who had his eyes narrowed in thought.

Ciel lay in his bed wide awake, for some reason, he couldn't sleep. He had the feeling it was because he witnessed Madame Red's murder.

His eyes hurt, he didn't want to be awake, but he couldn't fall asleep. He turned from his left to his right, he sighed as he shifted once more. This is becoming a pain.

As if reading his thoughts, Sebastian walked into the room with a tray which held a tea cup and pot full of warm tea.

"Sebastian…" Ciel breathed his name in surprise and in relief.

"Can't sleep, Young Master?" The red eyed man asked as he handed the cup of tea to Ciel. Blue eyes shut and sat up slowly, he took a small sip, he felt a dip in the bed and knew Sebastian sat down.

Ciel kept quiet, he didn't have anything to say, he felt oddly comfortable to just be sitting in the dark with the warm steam of the tea brushing across his face with Sebastian close by.

He felt warm and calm, seemly, tea has a real calming affect, he hadn't even known he wasn't calm until he felt the tea work it's 'magic' on him, his muscles loosened and his eyelids felt heavy.

He handed the cup to the demon he heard it set down on the nightstand.

"Sebastian…" Ciel whispered softly as he leaned himself on the man beside him. He felt a warm hand in his hair and another warm hand on his lower back, Ciel unconsciously moved closer to the black butler.

He felt warm, a comfortable warm, like he was falling asleep in front of a fire.

A/N::: ***Sry 4 any misspelling and/or grammar mistakes***

Yes, I realize Sebastian and Ciel aren't a couple in the actual anime, but before I started watching Kuroshitsuji I watching a lot of fan-videos on youtube and most of those made them look like a couple, then when I researched the anime I found out is wasn't a Yaoi or even a shonen-ai but I watched it anyway, cause its kinda like Jigoku Shojo, anyway!

They're a couple in my story!…well, I might have Elizabeth in the story… I don't know yet…

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