A/N: So... this is my first fanfic about KKM.. I know it's a bit different.. but wait till the fluff comes up in the next chapter or so! Anyhow, I'm not English, soo.. please have mercy on my grammar and stuff :)

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maoh, and no matter how much I want Yuuri and Wolfram to get together.. they are not really mine.

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1.

It hadn't been long since Yuuri came back, and the whole castle was still in the infamous 'be the best you can be'-mode, since the "precious" Maoh was back. You could see it everywhere. There were delicious meals, even better than before -Günter had hired a new chef-, the garden seemed to enjoy the summer much more as it used to, since the gardeners had been tending to them a little bit more and as a result, a lot of the weed was gone and the flowers really came out – or, as Yozak liked to put it: you could actually see them, now-, and everybody had their uniforms cleaned and tried to impress his Majesty with their skills.

In other words, the castle zoomed; rumours were flying everywhere, people stopping to chat or just standing still to look out of the window and be happy weren't strange things to see and everybody just seemed.. happier. Even the maids tried their hardest; they were running everywhere, nearly knocking you over, and then again, nowhere, as they seemed to want everything to look well-tended to, but they always seemed to be away whenever you would actually be insìde the room itself.

It was a strange ritual and Wolfram, who had always thought of it as ridiculous, -the maids should be more carefull in the hallways- was now standing in the library, amazed by the fact that one of the maids was, again, gone in seconds. He went to a random wall full of books and chose one, then sat down to finally have some peace. As Yuuri had come back days ago, he had been busy with a lot of things, such as expeditions and sparring lessons with Yuuri and Konrad.

Yuuri had long passed the level of a child in swordplay, and Konrad had asked him, Wolfram, to help Yuuri with his training. Wolfram, the loyal -and completely objective- fiancé of Yuuri, felt obliged to help out as much as he could, and although he had been staring a lot at Yuuri, who looked quite nice in the morning sun, -objectively, of course- he had certainly helped them. Wolfram sighed and tried to read again, when he heard a sound. He jumped up, whirled around, and found that Yuuri had been in the library too, just a few bookcases further.

Yuuri seemed to be engrossed in another helpless novel only he could read, and Wolfram smiled as he saw the wimp curl up in his chair, with his book in his hands. He then snorted and sat down again, head in Yuuri's direction. He watched Yuuri for a while, trying to put a finger on the emotion he felt as he watched him smile at the book and then curling up a bit more. He couldn't name it, really, but he knew some would call it affection. Indeed, it could be it. It had to be affection. But why had he, Wolfram, fallen for that wimpy excuse of a Maoh? Why had he humiliated himself by not ending their engagement and why, oh why, had he not yet given up? Wolfram sighed. He knew why. Ofcourse he knew why. Yuuri had been the reason Wolfram became softer and Yuuri had been the one Wolfram had opened his heart to.

He knew. He knew he loved Yuuri, but it was all in vain. Yuuri didn't love him, Yuuri liked girls and, to his dismay, Wolfram was no girl. No, he was a boy, and it wasn't a good thing in Yuuri's world, if a boy liked you. It was considered inappropriate. Wolfram frowned and acted like he was reading, while he was, in fact, very angry about the whole situation. If Yuuri didn't love him, then why, for the love of god, did he continue their engagement? Everybody with some sense would have cut it off by now, but not Yuuri. Oh no, the witty king couldn't even talk about it properly.

Wolfram slammed his book shut and put it back between the other books.
He needed another book. He went into another path, in which he hoped to find a good book; one with a lot of pirates and princesses and witty persons like Yuuri, who would then be captured by a lovely person, such as Wolfram was, and then fall in love and live happily ever after. He followed the backs of the books with his finger as he read them, pulling out some of them and then deciding they weren't good enough. He stood there for a while, trying to find the perfect book, as he felt breath tickling his neck. He turned around swiftly and put his hand on the hilt of his sword, but saw nothing. He stood still for a while, waiting for a movement, but didn't see anything.

Was he going crazy? No, he had certainly felt it. There, there it was again! Wolfram turned around and was met with an astounding silence and, yet again, there was nobody there. Wolfram walked in a small circle and, when he didn't feel it again, he stood and calmed himself a little, though he couldn't bring himself to stay in the same lane. He switched lanes and grabbed a random book, reading the cover and then grabbing another one as he slowly calmed down again. He started to really read the cover of this book and decided it was quite interesting and, when he turned to page one, he suddenly felt a hand slide over his hips. He turned, freaked out, and was, yet again, met by thin air.

He rubbed the place where he felt the hand and decided he had to be going crazy. He had to be. Or it had something to do with his lack of sexual interaction in the last few years, causing him strange hallucinations.

Really convincing hallucinations. Really, really convincing hallucinations.

He shook his head and went to page one again, this time tuning in and reading a whole chapter, standing there, before he suddenly felt the hand on his hip again, this time accompanied by something soft and wet caressing his neck very slowly, teasing Wolfram. Wolfram felt a shiver go down his spine and had to get himself to turn around, because his body seemed unwilling to let go of the sensation. When he turned around, there was nobody to be seen. Wolfram, who now thought he was going paranoid, walked into another lane, further back, with the book, and stood there, reading another six pages before he felt the hand again. This time, the hand was accompanied by another that slid around his waist from behind, and the wet mouth on his neck. Wolfram stood still and closed his eyes, taking in every second of it, before he had to turn around and face the nothingness once again. He moaned softly as the person sucked on a particular place on his neck, and then blew on it. When he realised he had moaned, he opened his eyes and decided it was time to turn around. As he turned around, he felt the hands disappear and was met with the nothingness, yet again. He growled, frustrated that he couldn't see who was harassing him, but then again, didn't mind the little adventure. Shivering, he began to read again, anxious for the return of the hands and, when they came back, he smiled, delighted.

'Not afraid then, I assume,' said a voice that Wolfram knew all too well.

Wolfram nodded and felt the hands on his waist again, accompanied by butterfly kisses until right beneath his earlobe, where he licked a spot and then blew on it, teasing Wolfram. The hands around Wolframs waist made him turn around and Wolfram was baffled as the person attacked his lips with strength he didn't know existed. Wolfram stumbled and was pushed against a bookcase, where he couldn't escape and do anything else then respond to the kiss. He didn't give it all he had, because, for all he knew, he was kissing Günter; but he did respond lightly. The person frowned and broke the kiss, looking into Wolframs eyes as he opened them slightly. Wolfram instantly recognised the chocolate eyes and gasped softly. Yuuri was frowning and pulled Wolfram closer to him, giving him an demanding look.

'Why are you holding back?'

Wolfram gradually came out of his shock and then shook his head.

'Yuuri, are you sure?'

Yuuri gave Wolfram a chaste kiss and smiled at Wolfram. Wolfram -who didn't know what had gotten into Yuuri, but was sure as hell not letting this opportunity pass- let go of Yuuri and then reached up for Yuuri and captured his lips in a fury kiss. He let his hands roam over Yuuri's sides and pushed a little bit harder, clashing their lips together. He felt Yuuri shift as he reached his waist and he moved his hand up and down Yuuri's hip, making Yuuri shiver with pleasure, but also testing Yuuri's limits. Yuuri grabbed Wolfram by the waist and pulled him in, sliding his hands up and down Wolframs back as they kissed. When the need for air was too big, they broke the kiss and Wolfram kissed Yuuri's jawline, licking here and kissing there, and then following his neck until just above Yuuri's collarbone, making Yuuri gasp and moan. He went back up to Yuuri's earlobe, which he took in his mouth and pulled a little, making Yuuri growl softly as Wolfram whispered;

'You're mine.'

He then let Yuuri go and smiled slyly at Yuuri, who kissed him almost immediately. He kissed with such a passion that Wolfram, who had been out of the running for years, if you know what I mean, gulped and then moaned. His hands made his way into Yuuri's hair and tangled up in it, bewildered by the softness of it, and Wolfram gasped as Yuuri bit his bottom lip. Yuuri took the opportunity and plunged his tongue in, sliding it past Wolframs, whose stomach started to tingle at the contact, making him moan loudly. Wolfram engaged in a battle for dominance with Yuuri and as their tongues battled, Yuuri's hands found a way to get under Wolframs uniform and slid over Wolframs bare skin, making him shiver at the contact but at the same time, lean into the touch. Yuuri roamed Wolframs chest and Wolfram, who had been battling him with the same fury as in the beginning, promptly lost the battle as Yuuri found Wolframs nipple and rubbed it. Wolfram moaned against Yuuri's mouth, who in return moaned back as he heard Wolfram moan. Wolfram arched up against Yuuri and moaned again, making Yuuri smile against his lips. Wolfram scowled at Yuuri and pinched Yuuri's bottocks, making Yuuri yelp with pain and shushing Wolframs hand away from there. Wolfram smiled again and, as Yuuri found his other nipple, he started to nibble on Yuuri's earlobe, making him moan with the intensity of it. He moaned as Yuuri pinched his nipple again, and arched up to Yuuri again, only to find Yuuri completely gone. He opened his eyes and looked around, franctic, waiting for Yuuri to appear again.

When he didn't show, Wolfram walked through a few other lanes, but didn't feel the hands anymore. He was astonished and confused as he came closer to the exit of the library. Disappointed, he tried to go to his chair, but found that he had wandered off so far, that, when he came out of the maze of bookcases, he was just behind Yuuri's chair. Wolfram's jaw dropped as a mop of brown hair came out of the chair and turned around, observing Wolfram with his well known chocolate brown eyes.

'Yuuri,' Wolfram whimpered, shocked.

'Wolf! I didn't know you were in the library! How long have you, um,' Yuuri said, as he peered at Wolframs messy hairdo and the undone buttons, 'been here?'

Wolfram slid a hand through his hair, trying to give it the normal charm it had, and then buttoned his shirt back up gracefully.

'Oh, I was.. engrossed.. in another book,' Wolfram answered, trying to regain his dignity.

'Oh.'

Wolfram couldn't believe his eyes. Yuuri was sitting there, right before him, like nothing ever happened! Like they didn't just kiss the hell out of each other, like Yuuri didn't respond to his kiss! He scowled at Yuuri and turned around, hurt. What a wimp. It was just one little adventure and, oh, for god's sake, he was his fiancé! They had the right to.. do.. some things together, didn't they? Why did he ignore the whole thing?
Behind him, Yuuri sighed and shut his book, turning around completely and tugging Wolframs uniform.

'So.. did you, like, meet anyone or something? I mean, not that it's my business, but you kind of look… messy.'

Wolfram faced Yuuri, furious, but found that Yuuri was looking to the ground, apparently sorry for asking. He scowled at Yuuri again and then felt his temper rise even more.

'Of course I did, you WIMP! It was YOU,' he yelled, firing one of his fireballs at Yuuri, who, to Wolframs surprise, ducked and with that, evaded the fireball.

Yuuri was shocked, and watched Wolfram stomp away, but as Wolfram reached the door, Yuuri stood up.

'Wolfram, I'm sorry, but.. I don't remember standing up from this couch for just a minute since I got here. I'm sorry.'

Wolfram counted to ten and then turned around, smiling sadly. Of course he didn't. It would've been to good to be true. He didn't dare look into Yuuri's eyes and faced the ground instead.
'I know. Sorry.'

He turned the knob and went out of the library, closing the door behind him and then ran to his room. Once inside, he stood against the door and then slouched down against it, putting his head in his hands . He let out a small sob and was in there for a long time, interrupted when he suddenly heard Günters voice at the other side of the door.

'…Gisela, get your office ready for his Majesty, he could be here anytime! Oh, I can't believe this is happening, how could he be sick? I take such good care of him, I even wash his clothes by hand….'

As Günter blabbed on, Wolfram jumped up, dried his tears and drank a bit of water, then went to Günter. Who was – as was to be expected- currently pulling his hair out and panicking about the fact that Yuuri was being carried by soldiers and not by Gwendal and Konrad, who were walking with them. Wolfram rushed to Yuuri's side and was surprised, when he saw the once lively Yuuri now pale and grabbing his head in pain. He then stood aside from them and let the soldiers through, walking behind them closely, making sure Yuuri didn't leave his sight. Gisela shut the office door when the soldiers had gone and then examined Yuuri, under the watchfull eye of the three generals and Wolfram, who was currently very much occupied with holding Yuuri's hand. As Gisela finished, she sighed and wrote something down on a chart, then turned to the four brothers.

'I'm afraid Wolfram has a cause of Exanimus, a disease where the soul detaches itself from the body and acts on it's own behalf. It's not uncommon that the body stays alive and acting, while the soul - that is sometimes seen and sometimes, when it has a different goal than the mind and the body, solified- tries to achieve it's goal. It can only be reversed when the goal has been accomplished by the body. It seems the loss of his soul has affected Yuuri, but I think it will be temporarily. When he wakes, everything should be fine.'

Wolfram watched Yuuri, who was breathing, but barely, and seemed to struggle more every time.

'I saw him,' he whispered.

'What did you say,' asked Konrad.

'I saw him, today. But he wasn't.. it wasn't the normal Yuuri. That one was reading a book.'

'Where did you meet him? Did he say something about a goal?'

Wolfram was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

'He didn't say much. I was standing in the library, in the back, talking to him and then, when I didn't see him anymore, I saw Yuuri sitting in a chair, asking me what was wrong. Didn't remember anything. I just thought I was going crazy.'

'You probably weren't. I am fairly certain that it was his soul. Did anyone else see him?'
Nobody answered and Wolfram wiped away the sweat that had formed on Yuuri's head, waiting for someone to talk.

'Well.. if that's the case, Wolfram, than that means you have to help Yuuri with his goal. It's very common that the soul finds a helper, to help the soul achieve it's goal and after asking help, returning to the body until three weeks have passed and the mission hasn't been accomplished. If the three weeks have gone by without clearing the mission, the soul will leave the body and the body will, eventually, die. If the mission is accomplished, however, the king will be healed, by becoming one once again. Wolfram, you have to help his soul.'

'But.. how?'

Konrad seemed confused by this particular idea.

'Well, he just has to help the spirit when it's with him again. Until then, we can only wait, and give the Maoh time to sleep.
Oh, and I think it would be wise not to speak about this to his Majesty; it could make his condition worse, for all we know,' Gisela said.
Wolfram nodded and then stood up, letting go of Yuuri's hand. He seemed to have made up his mind and faced his brothers and Gisela.

'I understand. I'll try to find his soul in the library, and help him.'

Gwendal nodded, concern edged in his face.

'Very well, Wolfram.'

'Now that's decided.. I would like you to leave his Majesty to me, until I say he's healthy enough to have you by his side again. Now, shush!'

Gisela shut the door behind them and Wolfram sighed as he headed, once more, to the library. As he was walking, he smiled sadly about the situation Yuuri was in. Of course, it was Yuuri once again, who had to get a bad disease which caused him to snog Wolfram senseless. He should've known.