Why hello there all! It's a me, Mario! Ok, so maybe I'm not really Mario, screw me. I may not be able to give you mushrooms or one ups, but I can provide you with an awesome/delectible shonen-ai/Yaoi fanfiction between two very lovely boys. Before you start this though, know that first of all, I do not usually write from an actual character POV. This will be new for me. Second, even though I used the word Shonen-ai before, and this is boy love, I would lean more towards Yaoi. There is indeed semi-graphic stuff in the beginning (It's not really all that much), but towards the end it gets a bit more...well...let's just say it's not child friendly. Sorry about that. Don't be showing you're twelve year old little sister all the porn that's going around the internet, and if you are twelve. Shame on you! Ok, maybe not, I mean my little brother's nine and he's already seen some of the stuff on my computer. NONETHELESS! Back on topic. Since it only gives me, like, two hundred fucking characters for the general summary, I'll give you a better one here.

As I said, it's three years later. Wolfram and Yuri are still engaged, and yet, their relationship has gone no where. It is stuck in park. And from what it looks like, one wrong move could shift that baby into reverse. So, what's a lovestruck, nineteen year old boy to do? Sit and pine his love away from the sidelines? I think not! It's time to kick that baby into overdrive! Slam down on the gas pedal! Go ahead at go thirty miles over the speed limit! Who cares if you only get one chance! It's only your life that's on the line. But when you do decide to go those thirty miles over the speed limit, I'd suggest watching out for obsticals that could put an end to everything you knew and loved. One wrong move could send you into a downwards spiral.

(P.S. All of the Days are in Wolfram's POV, Nights are in Yuri's...)

First Day:

It was the dead of summer. The Mazoku Kingdom was in a heat lock. As I sat on a particularly cool stone under the shade of a large tree, I watched one of my mother's flowers die. How ironic…I thought to myself, tearing my glance away from the withering Wolfram. I looked to my side quickly, hearing a buzzing noise, but I saw nothing. "Quick bug," I complimented, only under my breath. The sound of it though, it reminded me of when Yuri was first in power. The predicament with the Bear bees. The disaster that changed me a lot.

It is, of course, three years later, but the boy is as dense as ever. He's grown taller, (about seven centimeters) and become more handsome (he'd grown his beautiful, dark hair out), plus he's a worthy person to be king of Shin Makoku; our relationship though, had gone nowhere.

But he was my fiancé! Wasn't something supposed to be going on? I couldn't even vouch for so much as a kiss. It bothered me.

"Wolfram!" I heard my name being called by a familiar, calming voice. I stood and turned to my left, watching Greta run towards me. A large smile was displayed on her face, and, as she neared me, she turned her run into a jump and clung to my waist. "Good morning!"

I chuckled softly, resting my hand on her dark hair. "Morning,"

"I must say, it is nice to see my little brother mature right before my eyes," Another familiar voice. Conrart.

"I've always been mature," I informed him.

"Right," he smiled, laughing. There was a short pause before he got to the point. "Have you seen Yuri yet this morning?"

"No," I said, looking up. "Not since I woke up, why? He's gone?" My voice grew slightly frantic towards the end of my questions.

"Calm down, I'm sure he's fine. It's still early, he may be in the bath."

"Yeah," I nodded, feeling a bit uneasy nonetheless. Why did I always feel like this when I wasn't either by his side or wasn't 110% sure of his safety? Of course, I had to be that way, protective, or the wimp would get himself into another situation like the one with Saralegui. Damn bastard, my nerves burned just thinking about him.

"Wolfram?" Greta asked, looking worried.

"Yeah?"

"You're O.K.?" She looked at my clenched fists.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," I nodded. "I'm going to go look for Yuri."

"I'm coming," Greta smiled, running after me. I acknowledged it, and continued walking, leaving Conrart behind. I was sure I heard him mutter something insulting to my pride as he walked in the opposite direction.

"So where are we gonna look first?" Greta asked me as we walked down a long hall.

"Not sure," I told her, taking a moment to think about it. "I guess Conrart's right. He may be in the bath." But dammit, what if he wasn't? What if he was somewhere…women draped over him…their mouths over his…Shit, that made me angry. I wouldn't lose him to some cheap whores. "Yuri?" I called as I walked into the steam-filled bathroom.

"Oh Wolfram, that you?" I heard my fiancé's reassuring voice echo off the walls. I'm not sure what made me think of it, but an entirely too inappropriate thought raced through my head.

"See, Wolfram?" Greta said informatively. "He is here."

"Yeah," I smiled.

"Where else would I be?" I heard him ask, a smile in his voice. As I took a few more steps towards him, leaving Greta behind me in the steam, I saw his outline. Another thought. I immediately stopped walking. The smell of lilacs, or jasmine was it, perhaps lavender drifted towards me. This was unhealthy, the feeling that crept over my body. Yuri stood, wrapping an extremely small towel around his waist, and walked over to me. "What's up?" He asked.

"'Wh-what's up?'" I asked, repeating his statement with slight disbelief. "I was looking for you." I heard the door to the bathroom shut. Greta had left; what was she trying to say? I kept my eyes from wandering by staring through the steam at the purple bottle of shampoo about a yard away from Yuri's bare feet. "What was the point of using that again?" I asked, pinching my nose and glaring at the floor.

"Using wha-oh, the shampoo. Well, there was nothing else, and I really didn't think that anybody I would see today had much contempt for me." He laughed. What an idiot! He thought hate was the only feeling amplified!? I turned around sharply, and walked from the room without another word. "Wait, Wolf!" Don't use that stupid nickname when I feel like this. He placed his hand on my shoulder. Did he feel the shudder that ran down my legs?

"Stupid, don't touch me," I coughed out, a million and a half things running through my mind. I wiped my nose of blood and sprinted back to my room. Not Yuri's room, where I slept, but my room. I plopped down on the bed, stuffing my face in a particularly large pillow. After practicing breathing exercises for about two minutes, I heard a low knock on my door. Once, twice, three times before I sighed and called them in.

"Wolfram?" Yuri asked, poking his head around the door.

"What?" I asked, an agitated tone to my voice.

"What happened? Why are you in such a bad mood?" He asked, eyebrows pressed together in defeat and confusion. Damn wimp, if you look at me with eyes like that, I'm not sure of what may happen.

"This is so unlike me," I sighed. It was true. I almost never had inappropriate or immature thoughts about the Maoh, about my fiancé. It was all because of that stupid shampoo. He walked in, and closed the door behind him. That familiar scent wavered around him, protecting him like a cloak. Even though he was several yards away, it felt as if he were right next to me. I breathed out, closing my eyes. But I never realized how bad of an idea that really was. When I closed my eyes, it wasn't darkness that welcomed me. It was the black of Yuri's shoulder length hair. The charcoal color of his big eyes. The ivory colored skin of his hand as it pressed against my face.

Shit!

"Hey Wolf, what's wrong?" he asked. He was next to me now, on the bed. My body shivered as his shoulder grazed my own. A tight clenching in my chest ensued. A breath caught itself at the base of my throat.

"Go away," I snapped, closing my eyes sharply to the pain.

"Wha-? Wolfram? What the hell is wrong with you?" He didn't sound angry. He sounded confused, hurt perhaps. The clenching grew unyielding. I couldn't breathe. He was everywhere. All around me. His essence embracing my entire being. When I next opened my eyes, Yuri's expression had changed. It hadn't been that long. Why did he look so surprised? "Wol…fram?" His voice shook, his face flushed. His middle finger touched his bottom lip gently. "Wha…what was that?" He asked, a small, worried looking smile on his face as a single drop of sweat dripped down his cheek.

"What was…what?" I asked, the lump in my throat forcing itself back down. The shampoo seemed to have worn off a little. My emotions weren't as harsh. But something felt weird, off. We were silent for a moment before several things happened, all too quick for me to truly register. One, I realized that I'd kissed him without comprehending it. That was why I felt a bit better all of a sudden. His taste still lingered on my tongue. Two, he seemed genuinely hurt. He stood from the bed in a matter of milliseconds and ran away, the back of his hand covering his mouth. And then, three, a loud crash sounded from the east wing of the castle. I got up quickly and sprinted from the room, making my way towards the source of the loud noise. Sounded like an explosion. I thought to myself as I ran. I wanted to worry about whoever had been injured by whatever happened, but only Yuri filled my thoughts. "Goddamned soap," I harshly exhaled. I really disliked that shampoo right now. But what I hated even more was the fact that I couldn't remember the kiss. How screwed up was that? I wait three years, initiate it, and then can't even remember it? Plus, he ran away! That meant that the chance would probably never come around again. We would never sleep in the same bed, sit next to each other at dinner, watch over Greta, bathe together…nothing. Dammit, why was I so worried about all of this? It was all so mundane, and pedestrian before. So why now? Was it because of that godforsaken soap? Everything circled back to it!

Once I got to where the explosion came from (Anissina's room, of course), I realized that, even though no one else was hurt, apparently someone felt the need to hurt me. That someone being Yuri specifically. He too had run towards the noise, and gotten there before me, but as soon as our eyes met, he sped from the room.

I was right. The chance would never come up again. Nothing would ever be the same. Maybe he really would revoke the marriage. I placed my hand over my eyes, and lowered my head at the floor, demanding my emotions to get to a stand-still. There was no way I was going to cry. Dammit! Dammit! Dammit! I felt like a freaking woman! It was all that stupid soap's fault!

"Wolfram?" It was my mother. "Wolfy-baby, what's wrong?" Mission failed. My tears dropped to the floor. But even though I knew that they knew that I was crying, I still couldn't let anyone see.

"Fucking soap," I growled, running from the room. It's all the fucking soaps fault! Shit, now even my language was harsher. Every single emotion, every word, every action, everything was amplified. "This isn't me!" I spat, leaning against a wall that I actually didn't immediately recognize. Where was I? I should know about everywhere in the castle. "Yuri," I cried. "I'm sorry." Shit, goddamn it! Stop crying! Don't be such a wimp! You're a man! Men don't cry!

Alright. This was it. Stop crying. Stop. Stop. Stop. I took in a deep breath. Alright. O.K. Better. No more tears. I stood wiping my light hair from my forehead. No more feminine attributes, Wolfram. I wiped my hands off on my blue outfit and looked up and down the hall. "O.K. Now where am I, really?" That mental breakdown that I'd been holding in for the past forty years was finally over, and I could see, hear, and feel slightly clearer.

How did I manage to get to the North side of the castle, where I'd never really gone to? Was it because I really couldn't see? Or just wasn't paying attention? "Wolfram?" Greta's small hand clamped mine. "Why are you and Yuri fighting? Is something wrong?"

"Eh?" I asked, looking down at her softened expression. She looked so grown up compared to the her three years ago. "We-we're not fighting," I assured her. But she brought up a valid point. Was Yuri mad? Were we fighting? He wouldn't look at me, even after I'd apologized and explained my situation. But that made it no better. Seeing as I couldn't give him a full explanation, because if I had, I would be inferring that I…well did I? Could I really love the Maoh? A...half-human born Maoh?

"Maybe you should apologize," she offered her useless advice. It did no good. I tried that already. "I mean really apologize."

"I did," I told her incredulously. "I really apologized."

"No you didn't. You're heart wasn't in it. Anissina's right, Wolfram, if you can't swallow your pride, Yuri will never know how you really feel."

"Anissina….said that?" I asked, a tight clenching separate to the one from before formed. I was a bit angry with her. I just wasn't sure what I was angry about. "I don't even know how I feel anymore," I sighed, talking involuntarily.

"Well, you love him, right?" She asked, her voice showing no sign of a childish tone. So grown up.

"L-love, huh?" I asked, my voice quivering. "I don't know about that, Greta." I smiled at her.

"So you don't love him then?"

"He's the Maoh."

"So?"

"But he's the king,"

"What's your point? That's never seemed to really stop you before." She was right. But with a wimp like that as king, sometimes it was hard to keep in mind that he was. Sometimes he had to be set straight. "Sounds like an excuse to me," She grinned, letting go of my hand and skipping down the hall towards the kitchen.

"An excuse, huh? He's the one who won't…"

"Won't what?"

"Won't accept my feelings," I said, not even realizing that I did until I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I turned around sharply, face to face with His Eminence.

"That's Shibuya for ya,"

"Eh…ahhh…" Did my face flush? I couldn't exactly see it.

"Don't worry about it. He'll come around eventually. He's a good guy."

"Ah…yeah…I know." I nodded.

"Oh Wolfy!" Mother called as she ran down the hallways.

"Mo-mother!"

"Are you feeling better sweetie?" She asked, tears brimming her eyes as she enveloped me into a hug.

I would feel better if I could breathe. I thought to myself. After a moment she let me go, and held me at arm's length. "Yes, mother," I sighed.

"It was just so heart wrenching to see such a predicament between lovers."

"I dunno if I would call us that."

"But why?" She asked, her tone a bit frenzied. "What's going on between you two?"

"Nothing," I snapped, tearing myself out of her grip. "There's nothing going on!"

"Oh that's the problem isn't it?" She sighed, shaking her head. "I'd be frustrated too if I never-"

"Mother! That's enough!" I watched as His Eminence snickered behind her.

"Why don't you go talk to him?" She opted.

"I tried, he won't even stay in the same room as me."

"Maybe it's for a different reason," My mother told me, bending down a little. "Maybe he's just become really conscious of your presence. Maybe he's just embarrassed to be around you."

"I don't think that's it."

"You never know until you ask," She said, standing to her full height and placing her hands on her hips. "Go," She tapped a manicured finger to my nose.

"You should, Tsundere."

"Would you stop calling me that?" I grumbled as I turned around and began walking towards Yuri's room. I doubted that mother was right, but I wanted to try and get him to talk to me again. Which….I also doubted. I was so stupid for doing what I did! Why had I done that!? "Yuri?" I asked. From where I stood, in the doorway, I could easily see that darkness was falling. The night fell upon us, masking us in its soothing embrace.

So there you are! It's chapter one! Please reveiw and tell me what you think, even if you dislike it. And I know Wolfram's Ooc, I realize this. I mean, at least to me he's Ooc. I guess I blame it on the Orchid Perfume/Shampoo. As to why the rest of my chapters are slightly Ooc...I guess I can use the excuse that it's three (Earth) years later (I'm not sure how long this would really be in Shin Makoku), and they grew up a little. Alright, shut it! lol love you guys!