I don't own Kyou Kara Maou, unless you're talking about the 6 books I've bought so far!

So sue me, I've started a new story without finsihing the others but this idea had been blocking my ideas. I told my sister about this idea about a month ago and she said I should leave it until the others are finished, but it's blocking my choo choo train of though. This one wont be long though, so updating will be quick and easy. And so our story begins...

Scandalous – Chapter 1

"What?" The two individuals yelled from their positions in front of Murata Ken's desk. The smug look upon Murata's face didn't help the situation at all. He was definitely enjoying this. The two teenage boys just stood with mouths agape. One was Wolfram von Bielefeld, a blonde haired, green eyed boy with a simple past. The other was Yuuri Shibuya, best known for his adorable looks of black hair and matching eyes. Neither of them said anything as the looming tension in the room increased. It was common knowledge that the two were competitors in the same profession, that profession being music.

Yuuri Shibuya was known as a good-looking, innocent pop singer and dancer with several recent hits. He was a world renowned super-star. Wolfram was the same, almost. He had come into the picture not long after Yuuri, and with his good looks rivalling Yuuri's, he was also quite a hit with the girls. He was with a different record label, but both were owned by the same company. Wolfram had only had one hit so far, but his newest piece was quickly reaching number one on the charts, beating Yuuri's. Wolfram was climbing the ranks, and was a huge celebrity nationwide. The record labels were under the same boss so their music wasn't much different, which meant their fans would or should be fans of both of them. That was the aim, but in reality, they had very split fan bases.

Wolfram's fan base preferred his bad-boy image, with most of them being girls. He had a stronger vocal line, along with much different messages in his self-composed lyrics. He played the piano and the guitar and played them himself when recording. Yuuri, on the other hand, had a much cuter image. That was what the label wanted. His vocal line was softer and meant his harmonies were easier on the ear. He often used synthesisers in his music instead of set instruments and was quite skilled at using them, but had various people around when recording. He was also an exceptional dancer, having had training from a young age onwards.

This is where the situation gets complicated. The label was unhappy with the split. They didn't like the one-sided fans. They wanted more. They wanted all the publicity and cameras on them. With that, Wolfram and Yuuri's popularity would spiral upwards towards the sky. They'd become the talk of every magazine, the boys in every headline and the ones that the whole world would pay hundreds – if not thousands – to see. How would they make that happen? That's what Murata's job was. He was assigned by a close friend, who also goes by the title of 'Boss', to find a way of doing so. He was also quite close to both Wolfram and Yuuri behind the scenes, Yuuri more so due to their friendship in high school. In other words, Murata was in charge of Wolfram and Yuuri's fame from that moment on. He just had to decide what to do with it.

"You don't like the idea?" Murata's smug look stuck like sellotape to paper. Wolfram looked like he was about to burst, it was as if he would spontaneously combust at any second, whereas Yuuri was the opposite. All the colour had abandoned his face and he stood frozen like a pillar.

"You expect me to agree to that? And with him?" Wolfram was in hysterics, and it wasn't long before he started to pace backwards and forwards from his stop in the middle of the room.

"Yes, I do." Murata's smirk just widened at his behaviour, but he turned his head to the other persona occupying the room. "How about you, Shibuya? Up for it?"

"I-I...Uhh..." Yuuri's face scrunched up into a half-hearted scowl as he tried to understand what was going on.

"You don't have to take it seriously. You two only have to act like a couple. You can keep on hating each other like you do now. Nothing has to change between you really, all you have to do is hang around each other for longer periods of time." Murata was still seated. He was peering at the two ominously, overpowering the whole situation. As long as he had the power, this would all turn out the way he wanted. That was the hope, anyway.

"..Hah..We-well, it's not necessarily hate..." Yuuri stated simply, stuttering his words slightly because of his nervousness, rubbing the back of his head clumsily and averting his gaze towards the floor.

"I can't do that, I have a reputation! If I'm seen with this innocent wimp who never tries to take an open opportunity, what do you think people's opinions will be of me?" Murata nodded at Wolfram's point, but there was still a determined shine deep in his eyes.

"But von Bielefeld, right now, isn't it you that isn't taking an open opportunity? Ah, and here's me thinking you always take offers when given them." Shaking his head, he picked up several papers from his less than tidy desk and started to shuffle them between his fingers.

"...That-!" He clenched his teeth together, but lost himself. He didn't continue and room went quiet. All that was heard was the passing by of cars below the huge windows illuminating the room and the occasional cheer from surrounding birds.

"I don't think it'd be that bad..." Yuuri said timidly, breaking the imminent silence. "It's not like we really have to do anything too...intimate?" He continued. Wolfram's demeanour changed then. He looked more sullen, but also calmer in a sense. That was when Murata chose to speak again.

"So Wolfram, is Yuuri the wimp here, or you?"

"Do not try and put me in the same league as him! I will not stoop to his level." Yuuri flinched slightly at Wolfram's raised tone, along with the finger pointing. The office was quite a big room, but Wolfram's words still seemed to be solely aimed at him. Even if they did miss him, it was like they bounced off the pale blue walls, or the several fake potted plants around them and turned back to pierce his body.

"I'm not. I'm simply stating that by not doing this, you are stooping to a lower level than Yuuri by not agreeing like he already has." Murata was pleased with the progress so far. With a stubborn character like Wolfram, one would not expect things to go this...smoothly. There was still an argument, but not nearly as much as he expected there to be.

"...Fine. If it means that much to you, I'll do it. Damn it, why do always I have to go through this?" With that, Wolfram turned to leave the room with the last word. Opening the door, he turned back and glared at Murata, who countered it with a mere smirk and closed eyes to strengthen the effect. The slam that came after was expected too.

"Don't worry Shibuya, I'll make sure he wont hurt you."

"Murata, why do we have to do this exactly?"

"You and Bielefeld have become increasingly popular over the past few weeks. I've been told that you two have made a name for yourselves. But that comes with responsibility and that's where I come in. If it troubles you, I'm sorry, but the label have requested a way to keep you two on top. This was the only thing I could think of." Standing up finally, he walked around the desk and up to Yuuri. Yuuri watched him the whole time before speaking.

"So, this is just for publicity?"

"Sure, although you two might actually kick it off." He chuckled, earning him a light smack on the arm from Yuuri.

"You've seen the way he acts around me. He really can't stand me, huh? I suppose I'll have my work cut out for me. The new album and Wolfram...This'll be worse than the last one."

"Well, good luck then." Yuuri returned the smile he received and turned to leave the room. He opened the door, giving Murata a small wave without turning before closing it gently as if Wolfram had hurt it before hand.