Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kyou Kara Maou, if I did, it would be a Yaoi instead of a Shonen-ai.

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Everyone had a spirit guide, this spirit protects and guards them untill who they protect no longer needs them.

One no longer needs his/her guide when they mature or go into adult hood, when they are able to stand on their own.

When this happens, many lose the memory of ever having a guide. Others are able to keep the memory, others had no knowledge their protectors ever existed.

Some spirits are in the form of little kids, teens, or even animals. This depends on the person. Not all know that they had a spirit guide.

A person his able to see only his/her protector and is unable to see another's unless the spirit wants to be seen or if the protected wants their protector seen.

Those who have no knowledge of their protector are the others with the protector in the form of an animal, their pet to be precise.

Yuuri lay on his side in the bedroom on earth, he was still dressed in his black school uniform, though they were wet, soaking his bed as well.

A blank look was in his dark eyes, he seemed to not even be breathing, he blinked slowly, he didn't understand.

He had woken up with an insane headache, he decided to head back to Shin Makoku, and went straight to the bathroom and jumped in, though -nothing happened.

Yuuri wasn't so much upset at not being able to get back more than knowing he left Shin Makoku on bad terms with Wolfram-again.

{An hour before}

"Yuu-Chan?!" Yuuri's mother exclaimed as she knelt down beside the tub, placing a loving and gentle hand on her son's shoulder, her eyes filled with happy tears.

"Yuu-Chan!" she hugged him tightly.

"I can't get back." Yuuri answered softly, pain crossing his face.

His mother titled her head to one side like a puppy, her eyes loving yet worried, tears still flowing yet began to subside. "Back? To where?"

Shori entered the bathroom and gasped at the sight of his little brother in the tub, fully dressed. "Yu-Chan!"

"You know where!" Yuuri shouted. "To Shin Makoku." Yuuri stood up, water running off his black hair, down his light-tanned cheeks which gave the effect of him crying.

He then felt a quick sting of dizziness and sat abruptly on the tub's edge. His mother seemed to be more worried than he had ever seen her, it was like he had come back from the dead or something because she and Shori had looked as white as a ghost as he lost balance and sat down.

{Present}

The dark-haired king had locked himself in his room after that, he lay in the dark, refusing to talk to his family.

He didn't understand, why couldn't he get back? Why was his family pretending not to know of Shin Makoku? And why did they seem so worried for him?

"Are you feeling alright?" Yuuri's eyes snapped open at the unmistakable male voice.

He sat up, far to quickly, to see the tall boy with spiky dark black, that looks almost purple, hair, almost pale-white skin, and all to dark green eyes that looked almost black, with wide-cat-like pupils.

He looked like another version of Yuuri's Maou-mode, though he wasn't. He had been Yuuri's guide, though…

"Why are you here?" Yuuri demanded.

The boy was sitting on Yuuri's desk, his legs crossed, his arm resting across his leg, his other hand holding a baseball catalog Yuuri made himself of his favorite baseball players awhile back.

The older boy sighed and leaned his head to one side, looking at Yuuri though half-closed eyes.

"Didn't I explain this to you when I first appeared to you? When you were four?" Yuuri hadn't seen Blood since he was first flushed into the world of Shin Makoku.

In fact, Yuuri had forgotten all about Blood when he had seen the pretty boy Mazoku, Wolfram von Bielefeld and become Maou.

Though he had often thought of Blood, in fact, once he returned to Earth for the first time he had looked every where for his Spirit protector, he then remembered that Blood had said he would leave once Yuuri came to the point when he no longer needed him.

The young dark-haired boy had thought that day had come when he had chosen to become the Maou of Shin Makoku. But now, Blood had returned, did Yuuri still need him?

"I mean, I thought I no longer needed you when I went to Shin Makoku and decided to become their king." the spiky haired teen titled his head to one side, eyeing the younger boy on the bed. "Went where? To become what?" It wasn't a sarcastic tone, it wasn't a judging tone, it was more a concerned tone.

"Yuuri--how do I say this--you…well, you haven't been anywhere…not for awhile anyway."

Yuuri stood up and shook of the sick, dizzying feeling in his head away.

"You probably don't know since you haven't been around, but, about a year or so ago I was flushed into a world where demons live, and they look like humans, and skeletons fly, dragons exist, and there I become Demon King,"

"I made friends with Conrad, who is a half-Mazoku and he protects me, along with Gunter, my royal advisor and teacher, Gwendal…I'm not really sure what his job his, but he does most of the paper work I'm supposed to do,"

"and I also-by mistake-got myself engaged to Wolfram, He's Gwendal's and Conrad's younger brother, their mother, the Maou before me." Yuuri took a deep breath realizing that he had explained the beginning to Blood in one breath.

Said person blinked at Yuuri and said nothing.

Damn him! He was always calm, cool, and collected.

He continued to tell Blood how the 'engagement' thing happened and about some of the minor adventures He, Conrad, Wolfram and some others had.

He also told him about how Murata was the Great Sage and how they soon brought Wolfram and his brothers-and accidentally Gunter-back to earth to find the fourth forbidden box.

He told him about the four boxes and then back tracked into some stories of when Wolfram and he ran into the bearbees or the time they got captured and was saved by Adelbert, a man who feels that the Mazoku are simply toys of the Original King--

Yuuri took time to explain who he was--then moved on to how easily Wolfram got upset, how he always calls him 'wimp', then moved on to talk about how Wolfram called off the engagement then--after said minor events and a battle--called it on again, then he began to talk about Greta, his and Wolfram's daughter.

Blood listened to every word Yuuri spoke, taking note that everything Yuuri talked about it always ventured back to the boy called 'Wolfram'.

This should be easier than I thought. Blood thought.

Yuuri lay on his back on his bed, his arms stretched out like Christ on the cross. His gaze was fixed on the white ceiling above him.

"Yuuri," Blood spoke softly, he was now standing beside Yuuri, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes half closed.

Yuuri's gaze was now on Blood, Yuuri still had no idea why he was given such a name, or had he named him?

"What does this boy-" Blood paused a moment as Yuuri sat up. "Wolfram…what is he to you?" Blood re-phrased the question.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Blood sighed and rolled his eyes. "You've been telling me about your dream-"

"It wasn't a dream!" Yuuri interrupted.

Blood ignored the comment. "And every event you've spoken of it seems to always lead to Wolfram."

Blood sighed and shook his head. This may take longer than I thought...

"What?" Yuuri asked as if he didn't understand.

"You keep talking about this boy Wolfram." Blood knew he had to tell Yuuri, tell him that he couldn't have possibly been to the world or met the people he spoke of.

"Yuuri…" Blood began, sitting beside the dark-haired boy. "You've been in an almost coma for about four months, you've been asleep."

Yuuri stared at the older boy, his eyes wide, his dark eyes were confused and in denial. "Blood…I've been to Shin Makoku and back in the past four months and even longer, I just returned yesterday."

Blood shook his head, he felt a sharp pain in his chest for the other boy. Yuuri took a breath and shook his head. "If I've been in a coma, why am I not in the hospital?"

"You were waking up and so the doctors allowed your parents to take you home."

"What made me fall into the coma?"

"Murata said that you stood up to the three boys ganging up on him and when they slammed you into the wall, your head hit hard and you blacked out. You've been asleep since."

Yuuri blinked and stood up. "That is not what happened!"

"Really? So the thugs didn't slam you to a wall?"

"No! they did but I never blacked out!"

"Yuuri…"

The Shibuya family sat at the table quietly, watching Yuuri eat with a painful look in his eye. "Yu-Chan…" his mother began but then stopped, her youngest son's black eyes were glazed over like he had no soul in him, like he wasn't a person anymore.

Yuuri finished his food and got up without a word, ready to go back to his room and continue to drown in his self pity.

The door bell rang and Shori went to answer it, Yuuri waited to see who is was.

"Hay, Shibuya." A very familiar voice reached Yuuri's ears, he turned soulless eyes to see Ken Murata, his friend since middle school.

"Murata…" Yuuri whispered softly as he remembered Murata's role in his said to be dream.

Murata smiled, his brown eyes seemed concerned for his friend, his blue-black hair was hidden half-way by a baseball cap. The large, thin-framed glasses Murata wore caught light and hid his eyes when he turned to look at the others.

"Well Shibuya, up for school today?" Murata asked, turning back to face Yuuri, his voice holding back some knowledge, Yuuri just knew. He nodded and walked out with his friend.

He didn't want to go to school but he had to ask.

"Murata…" Yuuri really didn't know what to say, he was afraid if he brought up Shin Makoku and Murata laughed, he knew he'd be embarrassed, but, he figured it was worth a shot.

He wanted… no…needed to know if he had only dreamed Wolfram…Ah! No…everyone! He wanted to know if he only dreamed up everyone!

Yuuri held his head and shook his head quickly, Blood had been right…he'd been thinking of Wolfram non-stop…why was that?

The supposed answer appeared in Yuuri's mind and he quickly dismissed the possibility.

"Shibuya?" Yuuri looked at Murata who was now standing in front of him, looking concerned.

"I'm OK." he answered. "Hay, I'm told it was just a dream…but…I gotta know…Shin Makoku…"

"Shibuya," Murata cut him off only to be cut off himself.

"I know, I know, I was told it was a dream but I just…no…I don't know…I.."

"Shibuya!" Murata spoke more sharply. Yuuri shut up, jerking his head up, staring at his friend with wide, confused eyes.

"Why don't you tell me about it." Yuuri felt his jaw drop.

"Huh?" Yuuri didn't understand.

"Tell me about your dream." Murata reiterated carefully, Yuuri's eyes dimmed. Murata hated this.

"Well…," Yuuri began slowly, explaining as they walked.

A small smirk appeared across his face when Yuuri had began to babble about Wolfram.

"Shibuya."

Yuuri stopped talking and looked over to his friend. "Yeah?"

"You have to come to terms with something. But I can't tell you, because if I did, it wouldn't hold as much meaning as it would if you figured it out yourself."

"What?" Yuuri clearly didn't understand what Murata was saying.

Murata sighed. "You. Yuuri. Need to realize something."

"Something? Like what?"

Murata shook his head and gave a tired sigh. "I can't tell you."

"OK…um…is that why Blood is back?"

Murata lifted an eyebrow. "He's your spirit protector, correct?" Yuuri nodded, his dark eyes glued to his friend.

"Well, yes. Or so I would assume."

"How come my family has no knowledge of Shin Makoku or of Wolfram and the others?" Yuuri mentally kicked himself for referring to Conrad, Gwendal, and Gunter and 'others' when he was spoiling his accidental fiancé by saying his name at every chance.

"Come on, we'll be late for school." Murata answered, ignoring the question completely.

He didn't deny that it wasn't real, or confirm if it was just a dream… Yuuri thought as he walked behind his friend.

I need to realize something…but what?

You know the answer, think. Yuuri stopped walking. Who's voice was that?

A/N::: I rewrote this from it's original version to this. I say, this is waayy better than the first.

I'll be rewriting pretty much all the Accepting Love chapters. ^-^

Reason for re-writing::: This story is my second most popular and I feel I can make the story better.

Please review. Thx.