Title: The Path to True Love
Disclaimer: I do not own KKM in any way.
Summary: When Yuuri announces that he's heading back to Earth to continue his studies, Wolfram proposes to go with him - an idea that Yuuri doesn't seem very comfortable with. Still, Wolfram enrolls in Yuuri's high school, and learns quickly that Yuuri, in fact, is one of the most popular guys in their school and has the prettiest girl as his girlfriend in a matter of days. However, no matter what, the two are getting married when Yuuri turns eighteen – but with so many obstacles and misunderstandings, can Wolfram catch Yuuri's heart in time for their wedding? Yuuram.
Author's Note: Sorry for the messed up quality... xD I was trying to write something sappy but instead it turns out as the first chapter for a multi-chap fic. HAHAHA. (((: Hope you guys enjoy. :]

"Seriously, Wolfram, have you ever fallen in love?"

Wolfram looked up from what he was doing and fixed his friend with a critical stare. He didn't even put in the effort to respond, and simply raised his chopsticks to his mouth, placing the yellow tamago in his mouth. He chewed slowly as he waited for his friend to realize that he wasn't going to respond or take her question seriously.

The girl hmphed and sat down angrily next to him, wisps of blonde hair falling to rest against his bare arm. The contact made goosebumps rise on Wolfram's arm and he subtly moved away from her. He really didn't like the feeling of a girl's hair resting against his arm.

"Jeez, Wolfram, you can't ignore me forever! I made this freakin' bento for you; the least you could do is be grateful." At her words, Elizabeth turned her full force of her pouty lips on him.

Wolfram rolled his eyes at her actions, "Idiot. I'm gay; you know that doesn't work on me."

"Correction," stated Elizabeth with a wide grin on her face, "you're straight for girls, but gay for Yuuri. It's different, isn't it?"

Wolfram winced at her pretty accurate observation. Yuuri…was his fiancé. Weird to say that a man was his fiancé and that it was actually he who played the female role, but yet it was true. Cheri, his mother, had engineered the whole thing and had promised that once the two reached the legal age and were able to return to Shin Makoku, they would get married.

Married? Maybe once Yuuri started to treat him with an ounce of respect, the idea could be considered plausible. But at the moment, Yuuri couldn't stand to be around him. Of course, he was obliged to spend at least an hour with him – he was Yuuri's fiancé after all! – but other than that, Yuuri seemed to be less than comfortable with him most of the time. He much rather hang out with his 'cool' friends than him.

Yes, another weird thing to ponder – the fact that Yuuri was actually…popular. From the image Wolfram had of Yuuri from the time in Wolfram's world, Wolfram would have thought Yuuri would have been one of those kids that no one really cared about. Of course, he couldn't have been proven more wrong, when he came to study at Yuuri's school. Not one person in the school didn't know his fiancé's name and every girl that studied at the school seemed to be in love with Yuuri. Not like Yuuri realized it; the boy was still as dense as ever.

The thought made him cringe and a soft hand came to rest on his own calloused one. Bright baby blue eyes met his and the pouty lips seemed real this time. "I'm sorry, Wolfram, that was uncalled for. I know about your…relationship with Yuuri and I know that whatever I offer isn't what you want. But you know," and her lips turned into the saddest smile Wolfram had ever seen, "I still love you. And I don't even know why."

He wanted to reply with something witty and comforting. To say something to ease her pain because well, Wolfram knew exactly how she felt at the moment. But all that came out was, "I'm sorry."

His head was still muddled and confused, so it wasn't a wonder that he walked right past Yuuri after school. Only when Yuuri's hand came in contact with his chest did he stop in his tracks. When he realized the arm belonged to Yuuri, he raised an eyebrow and pasted a polite, but forced smile on his face. "Hello, Yuuri. You're still here?"

Yuuri's eyebrows rose in response and a small frown appeared on his face. "What's the matter, Wolfram? You should be yelling questions at me right now," Yuuri's frown was replaced by a gentle smile and he reached over to take Wolfram's bag. Wolfram, too tired to argue, let him, despite the action making him feel like a girl.

"Well, I'm tired."

"Soccer practice too tough for you?"

Wolfram glanced up in surprise to meet Yuuri's eyes. He had told Yuuri that he had club practice so he would be late that day, but he didn't know that Yuuri knew what club he was heading to. "How'd you know?" He asked, pleased.

Yuuri chuckled, "I was watching you practice. I had nothing else to do."

Wolfram blushed and ducked his head, "You didn't have to wait for me."

"I wanted to. You're my fiancé, Wolfram."

"You say it like you accept it." Wolfram couldn't help letting the bitterness slip into his voice and he clenched his fists at his side. He felt a bit guilty once he saw Yuuri wince, but not enough to take back his words.

"I do, Wolfram. It's just we're young and we're getting married at the age of eighteen! Can't we have some fun dating people on the side once in a while?" Yuuri's voice became earnest and when Wolfram glanced up, his eyes wistful.

The sight made Wolfram feel ashamed of himself. He knew Yuuri had already accepted the fact that they would eventually get married; Yuuri had first denied the marriage on the basis that he was straight and under no circumstances could marry a guy. So he might as well let Yuuri date people once in a while since it was he who had forced Yuuri to let him study with him at Earth. If Yuuri had refused, Yuuri would have been able to date any girl without Wolfram even knowing about it.

But how could he explain to Yuuri that simply he didn't want to share Yuuri with anyone else? How could he explain that when you love someone, you want them all to yourself?

But then there was the problem. Yuuri didn't love him.

The thought choked him up and made something in him flare up in anger. He did not deserve this. He was the son of Cheri and brother of Gwendel and Conrart. He shouldn't just stand here and take this.

He ignored the feeling that it didn't matter who he was born as – that really, he should suck this up and take this if he really wanted to accept Yuuri's heart. But his mind told him that there was no way Yuuri was going to fall in love with him if this continued.

The words tasted like vomit; they were as nasty and disgusting but he spat them out anyway. "Yeah, you can date anyone you like. Tomorrow, go walk Amiko home. I don't need your sympathy."

Before Yuuri could say anthing else, he started to walk as fast as he could without breaking into a run. He didn't want to see Yuuri's face because if it was scrunched up with pain, Wolfram would have broken down and said he was kidding. Because he wasn't kidding. He was sick and tired of having Yuuri give him false hope that would be shattered in a few seconds anyway.

And again, the false hope he had at Yuuri's voice calling after him made him feel worse than ever. Soon the sound of running footsteps accompanied the yelling of his name, and soon Yuuri's hand was resting on his shoulder.

"Wolfram," came his name for the hundredth time, "I don't mind walking you home. It's not a big deal."

And just like that, Yuuri made his temper go wild. He turned angrily, eyes flashing, "You always do this. You only think about yourself." He kept his voice low and was forced to bite his tongue to stop himself from spitting out such angry and disgusting words.

"What do you mean?" Yuuri's eyes held a sheen of concern and his hand moved in a circle of comfort. Wolfram shrugged it off and narrowed his eyes at the maou.

"I mean, that I don't want you to walk me home. I'm a grown boy," he put emphasis on his gender to remind Yuuri how much he used to resent that fact, "so I don't need you to waste your time on me."

Yuuri shook his head, his eyes still shining with confused concern, "It's not a waste of time. I want to walk you home."

"But you're dating Amiko!"

"And I'm marrying you. Isn't it enough?"

"No! No, it's not." Wolfram, who moments earlier had been shouting angrily, lowered his voice and stared down at his palms. He didn't realize it before, but what he had with Yuuri simply wasn't enough. He thought he had enough love to fill both of their cups, but he was wrong. His love wasn't that strong; it was wavering and evaporating in the warmth that came from Yuuri's happiness – the happiness that he gained from dating the girl.

At the thought, Wolfram cringed as he felt a single tear make its way down his cheek. Yuuri, though Wolfram's head was still ducked downward toward his palm, caught the motion and it caused whatever response that he had been planning to say to die. Instead, a new response came, "I'm sorry." His hand wavered uncertainly near Wolfram's shoulder as if the man was unsure if he would be accepted if he decided to comfort Wolfram.

That, for some odd reason, brought a small smile to Wolfram's face although tears continued to roll silently down his cheeks. Even…even when he was being as selfish to try and claim Yuuri as only his, even when he knew that only two years later Yuuri would belong only to him…

"It's okay. I forgive you. I'm being selfish after all," his voice broke a bit on the last word, but he bit his lip and closed his eyes to try and stop the tears from falling.

Warmth suddenly surrounded his left hand and the knowledge of what it was made a hot blush cover his cheeks. "Yuuri," he murmured and the feeling of crying completely dissipated in turn for the feeling of embarrassment, yet with a small sliver of pleasure.

"You're not," came the reassuring remark. Wolfram opened his eyes slowly and rested his gaze on Yuuri's face. His blush only spread more when he caught sight of Yuuri's gentle smile. "It's okay. I'm the one being selfish."

The remark made his smile grow in size and he gripped Yuuri's hand tighter. Even if they would have these small fights, even if Wolfram would swear that he would break up this detrimental relationship, even if… Yuuri would blow away all these 'even if's' with just a smile and a reassuring remark. It made Wolfram believe that no matter what, he would be able to wait for Yuuri because his love…his love while evaporating and wavering, could still be able to hold them together.

Almost as if Yuuri could hear his thoughts, he spoke after a while of walking together – hand in hand – "I'll break up with Amiko tomorrow."

Wolfram whipped his head toward Yuuri, his eyes wide in shock. "What?"

A smile spread across Yuuri's face, "Yeah. It's alright. If our relationship's going to make you sad, then it shouldn't even exist. Because," Yuuri stopped their walk and released his hold on Wolfram's hand, placing both of his hands, palm down, on the sides of Wolfram's face. "I don't want to do anything that would hurt you, Wolfram. Keep that in mind."

Wolfram's blush came back full force, 'Wimp."

A grin appeared on Yuuri's face, "Maybe." Yuuri released his hold and grabbed Wolfram's hand again, tugging him so that they would start walking in the direction of Wolfram's house. Almost as if an afterthought, Yuuri murmured, "But I'm your wimp, aren't I?"

At the very idea that Wolfram had control over Yuuri made him blush even harder. He grumbled as if he was unhappy and tossed his head to the side with a very haughty shake, "That's why I have to work hard to make sure no one else has to deal with your very wimpish personality."

Yuuri chuckled, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

They fell into a comfortable silence after that and when the couple reached Wolfram's apartment, Yuuri leaned over and placed a small kiss on top of his forehead.

"Eat something nutritious for dinner, alright? I'll pick you up tomorrow morning."

And with that remark, Yuuri leaned back and quickly made his way out of the hallway, disappearing around the corner.

Wolfram, though Yuuri was long gone, brought a quivering hand to his forehead. He blushed when he remembered the feel of Yuuri's lips against his forehead and quickly shook his head to get the dirty thoughts out of his head.

Still, the giddiness remained, and a short, but sweet laugh made his way through his lips as he made his way into his room.

Even if Yuuri made him cry at times, Yuuri was always there to cheer him up. And as Yuuri said – he would do nothing to hurt him.

But even so, even with all these promises and all these cheering up sessions, Wolfram felt as if they still had a very long way to go before they could truly say they were each other's fiancé.

But…but…if Yuuri truly did break up with Amiko tomorrow, then they were well on their way toward it.

The thought brought a smile to his face and a skip to his step as he made his way toward the kitchen. It wouldn't do to disappoint his fiancé after all.

A/N: Hi peoples! Hope you guys enjoyed :] If enough people like the story, I shall try and update by next sunday (because next saturday is SAT day eep!) But if not, I'll try my best to update in a month. So yeah, please review 3!