A/N: Hello, everyone! For those who are reading my other story, Invitation from Small Shimaron: Don't worry, I haven't given up on it. I'm still working on the 4th chapter but it doesn't go the way I want it to, so… well, another idea came into my head while thinking of what to write, so I decided to make a story of this idea. This was supposed to be a one-shot, but it turned out to be way too long, so I'm turning it to a two-shot instead. I'm not even halfway done xD Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter! You will probably notice some grammar mistakes and such, and if you do, please tell me ^^ I'm Swedish, so English isn't my native language.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kyou Kara Maou!

"Welcome back, Heika."

"Thank you, Conrad."

Yuuri took the towel Conrad handed him, and dried his wet hair, as he stepped out of the fountain. He had been on earth for a week now, to study non-stop for his exams. He was finally done with it, and could now return to his duties as the Maou on Shin Makoku.

The soldier helped Yuuri over the edge of the fountain, as he roughly rubbed the towel to his hair. Once he removed the towel, he noticed that Conrad was the only one there.

"You all right, Heika?"

"Yes, I'm fine", the Maou replied, as he looked around, and handed Conrad back the towel. "Where's everyone?" He wondered.

He was so used having Günter attacking him with hugs as soon as he arrived, and Wolfram always made sure to meet him. Now, there was only Conrad.

"They're busy", Conrad answered him.

"Busy? Did something happen while I was away?"

The man chuckled softly, and shook his head.

"Nothing serious. Let's go back to the castle, shall we? Everyone is waiting."

"What do you mean with 'nothing serious'? What's going on?"

"We'll talk about that later", said Conrad calmly. He then noticed the confused expression on the Maou's face,

"It's all right", he reassured him. "There's nothing to worry about."

Yuuri looked at him, worried, but saw Conrad's reassuring smile, and knew that he was speaking the truth.

"All right", he said, smiling at his godfather. "Let's go."

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"Yuuri!"

The cheerful girly voice made it tingle excitedly inside Yuuri's chest, as he entered the big courtyard of the castle. He had barely gone two steps into the yard, until he could hear his daughter call his name happily, and within seconds, he was tightly embraced by her. Yuuri laughed, and bent down, to hug her tightly, before planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Greta! Have you been a good girl?"

The girl nodded happily.

"But I missed you, Yuuri", she added, and hugged him again. Yuuri smiled, and patted her head.

"I've missed you too, Greta." He smiled, and stood up again, grasping her hand in his.

"Let's go inside."

Just like Conrad has explained, everyone seemed busy; people were going back and forth carrying tables, chairs and enormous bouquets of flowers. It left Yuuri slightly confused. He couldn't remember anyone mention anything about this.

"Conrad", he said, frowning, as he watched when two guards were carrying a table into the great hall. "Will you tell me what's going on?"

"As you wish, Heika. They're preparing."

"Preparing? What are they preparing for?"

"For my birthday party, you wimp."

Yuuri thought for a second that it was Conrad who had said that, but soon realized that it was Wolfram, who had come behind them. Yuuri turned around, to face his fiancée.

"Wolfram", he greeted him. "Your birthday party?" his eyes widened. "It's your birthday?"

The ex prince rolled his eyes.

"No. There's only two days left. That's when the party will be held."

Yuuri let out a sigh with relief.

"That's good. For a second, I thought I'd missed It." he turned to look at Conrad.

"Is this what you were talking about before?"

"That's right. Everyone's been busy these past few days, preparing for the party."

"Sounds like there are going to be a big one", Yuuri commented.

"Not very. We've only invited 200 people."

Yuuri felt his eyebrows twitch.

"How can that not be a big party?" he muttered.

"Anyway, Yuuri, are you busy?" the blonde behind him asked. Yuuri turned around once again to look at Wolfram.

"No, I just arrived here. Why?"

"I need to talk to you."

He sounded serious, and it was highly unusual for Wolfram to ask him like that; he usually always blurted out what he had in his mind.

"Oh, er… " Yuuri looked at Conrad, who nodded approvingly.

"I'll go and report your arrival to Gwendal."

"All right." Once Conrad was gone, Yuuri turned to his daughter. "Go and play some more. I'll talk to you later, okay?"

The girl nodded, and strutted away, leaving her fathers alone.

"What do you want to talk about, Wolfram?"

The blonde looked uncertain for a moment, as if he didn't know what to say. He was biting his under lip, and his eyebrows were knitted together in a small frown. He looked nervous for some reason, and also, Yuuri had to admit, adorable. It was a rare sight, and the Maou decided that he liked this uncertain side of his fiancée.

"Wolf?"

He didn't say anything. Instead, he reached for Yuuri's hand, clasped it into his own. His hand was warm and comforting against his. He felt an unfamiliar sensation swooping inside of him. It scared him, and at the same time, it felt good.

"Come with me", the blonde demanded, tugging gently on the Maou's hand.

"Wait! Wolfram, where are we going?"

He didn't reply. Yuuri gave up, and let his fiancée lead him, still with their hands clasped together. Soon, he realized that they were going to their bedroom.

"Whatever it is you want to talk about, can't you just say it straight out?" Yuuri asked, annoyed, when Wolfram opened the door to their room.

"I want to show you something," Wolfram said in reply, ignoring Yuuri's question. He led Yuuri further into the room, and when he finally let go of his hand, Yuuri went over to the bed to sit on the edge, while Wolfram began to rummage in one of the drawers.

Yuuri watched him curiously, wondering what on earth could be so important. It didn't take long till that question was answered.

The demon returned to Yuuri, placing himself beside him. He was holding three rolls of parchment, and handed them all to the king.

"What are these?" Yuuri wondered.

"Read them," Wolfram demanded.

Yuuri did what his fiancée had told him, and read through the parchments. They looked like love letters, all of them addressed to Wolfram. They all looked almost the same to Yuuri; someone was clearly declaring his or her love to Wolfram, and whoever the person was, he or she was clearly taken by Wolfram's beauty. It was mentioned a couple of times.

There wasn't any signature that revealed who the sender was.

Yuuri was confused. Why was Wolfram showing him this? Wasn't this something he should keep privately?

"They look like love letters to me", the Maou finally let out, after have seen Wolfram's questioning look.

Wolfram scoffed.

"As if I didn't know that already!"

This made Yuuri feeling even more confused. He ceases his eyebrows together in a frown, and looked at the letters that were lying splayed across his lap.

"So", he began. "Why are you showing me these?"

Wolfram glared at Yuuri in annoyance. This was probably not the reaction he had expected.

"Because, wimp, you're my fiancée!" he spat. "And those letters are bothering me!"

"So, you dragged me all the way here only to show me these letters?" The Maou sighed, and shut his eyes. "Honestly, when you told me you had something you wanted to talk about, I thought it'd be something important."

"This is important!" the Mazoku growled. "I don't like this!"

Yuuri opened his eyes again, and turned to face his fiancée.

"Surely, this isn't the first time you've received love letters?" He asked him.

"It is."

The double black widened his eyes in shock; with Wolfram's beauty, he had expected things like this to happen constantly. Wolfram wasn't exactly plain looking; he always stood out, no matter where he was. He could be surrounded by the most beautiful woman, and still stand out, with his pure, pale skin, his blonde curls that surrounded his face, and not to mention those emerald green eyes. His face was as innocent as a Childs (although, his temperament surely wasn't).

"What's wrong, Yuuri?" the beauty glanced at Yuuri in concern, noticing the shocked expression on his features.

"I'm just surprised", said Yuuri. "Your first love letters…"

"What's wrong with that?"

"Ah, nothing is wrong with it. I just thought that… with your beauty, you surely must have received more than these", he explained. "I mean, you're not exactly plain looking."

"Hmph!" the blonde scoffed, although a faint blush crossed his cheeks. Yuuri was sure that he was happy to hear the compliment, even if he didn't show it.

"Whatever", Wolfram muttered. "I have a request for you. That's why I asked you to listen what I have to say."

"Spill it."

Wolfram scowled.

"What do you mean, 'spill it'?"

Yuuri, who had spent the whole week in school, listening to other people in his age talking, had completely forgotten that Wolfram was not familiar with that kind of talk.

"It means that you should tell me", he explained shortly. "So, what do you have in mind?"

Wolfram licked his lips slowly before speaking.

"There's a chance that whoever the person is who wrote these letters are, he or she might show up at the party." The blonde looked at Yuuri, boring his emerald eyes into the Maou's onyx ones. "I want you to stick close to me throughout the whole party, in case that person tries to do anything."

"Why would anyone try to do anything in front of 200 people?" Yuuri asked, one eyebrow raised.

"You're right about that", the other man admitted. "But I don't want people to flirt with me. I don't feel comfortable, and I thought that, as long as I have my fiancée around, no one would do that."

Yuuri nodded.

"I see."

Wolfram's lips curved to a smile, and his eyes gleamed with hope.

"So you will do it?"

Yuuri thought for a moment. It probably wouldn't be so bad; wolfram would probably follow his every step that night anyway, to make sure he wasn't 'cheating'. He was so used to have him around all the time, so what difference would it make? It was also his birthday then, so he'd at least do something good for him.

"All right, I'll do it", he finally agreed. "As long as you'll let me talk to people, without calling me a cheater. I'm just being polite."

Wolfram didn't seem to like the idea, but agreed to it.

"Thank you, Yuuri."

For some reason, that 'thank you' made it flutter somewhere inside Yuuri's chest. He wasn't sure of what it was, or if he even liked it. It was a weird feeling that made him feel uncomfortable.

"Anytime", the Maou replied vaguely. That weird feeling he felt inside his chest were getting worse. He decided to change the subject. Perhaps the feeling would go away.

"By the way, Wolfram, what would you like as a birthday present?"

He hadn't expected to see him blush so much. It was just a polite question.

"W-what do you mean?"

"A present for your birthday" he tried. "What do you want me to give you? I'm sure I can go back to earth for an hour or two to find something."

He could perhaps ask his mother to help him look for another nightgown. Wolfram seemed to be very fond of those frilly ones, for some reason.

But the idea of asking his mother something like that wasn't something he'd like to do. The thought of spending time shopping with his mother, wasn't a pleasant one.

The ex prince beside him looked like he was deep in thought, and Yuuri was sure he could see a hint of blushing appear once again. What on earth was he thinking about?

"Well, there is one thing…" he said thoughtfully.

"What is it?"

The blush on his face creased even more. Yuuri had a bad feeling about this.

"A kiss."

Yuuri nearly fell off the bed in utter shock of what he'd just heard. He was hoping that something was wrong with his ears. There was no way he could've heard right…

"C-come again?"

"A kiss", he repeated. "I want a kiss for my birthday."

Yuuri could feel how his cheeks grew hotter, and the room suddenly got hot. He hadn't expected to hear that!

Perhaps a new sword or something to match his beauty, but never a kiss!

"A-are you sure?" He stuttered. "I mean, there are other things you could get, like a—"

"I can get other things from other people", the Mazoku interrupted him. "But not a kiss and I only want that from you."

"W-why a kiss of all things?" the Maou wondered, still blushing at the mere thought.

"Hmph! Because you're my fiancée, of course! It's not like it's a big of a deal! It's only a kiss. We've done it before, remember?"

Of course he had to bring that up… the night Yuuri gladly would like to forget, when Shinou Heika had possessed Wolfram's mind, to make him kidnap Yuuri in his sleep, only to kiss him to see their fake future by using the Dry Wind.

"T-that was different", he tried. "You forced me!" he pointed at Wolfram accusingly. The ex prince narrowed his eyes at the Maou.

"Don't be such a wimp! I don't even remember much of it. And what would be so bad with a kiss? We're engaged! It's normal!"

The Maou sighed, and rubbed his hand against his chin absentmindedly. He could do with a hug, or holding hands, but… a kiss? It was wrong. They were both guys, and even if it was normal in this world, Yuuri still felt uncomfortable about it. He sighed again.

"Are you sure that's really what you want?" He asked again, just to make sure.

"It's only a kiss", the blonde replied simply.

It didn't seem to be such a big deal to him, like it was for Yuuri. Of course, it was natural for him to want something like that from Yuuri; his feelings for him was completely different from what Yuuri felt for him, and they were, after all, engaged, even if it only was by accident. He had come to accept it, since there was no way that Wolfram would break it off.

Being engaged also meant that a few kisses may occur in some points. He just had to accept it.

"Only one?" He finally asked.

"Yes, only one."

Yuuri swallowed, before agreeing.

"Fine. I'll do it. I'll do it on your birthday."

It took him a lot of guts to say it, and once he had said it, he realized that there was no turning back. He had to do it, and he had two days on him to mentally prepare for it. He could, he supposed, use the bath to return to earth, but that would make Wolfram hate him, and he didn't want that. He just had to bear with it.

"Good", said Wolfram, looking pleased, although he was still blushing. "I'll let you know when I want it."

"Er… all right."

Yuuri felt embarrassed all of a sudden, and felt the urge to leave the room, quickly.

"Gwendal is probably expecting me", he murmured. "I better go there."

He left the room before Wolfram had the chance to say anything. He didn't want to deal with the awkward silence (even if he knew that Wolfram would in some point blurt out something random).