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Title: Love Sucks (Literally) The Slayer
Author: Me (darksmistress)
Series: Kyou Kara Maou
Rating: uh…PG-13 (this chapter) NC-17 in later chaps.
Pairing: Mainly Yuuram. Hinted Conzak and Gwenter on the side
Genre: angst, drama, comedy, yaoi
Chapter: 16/?
Summary: Yuuri moves to a new town and his life is turned upside down. New school, bishounen, crazy teachers, yaoi, and...Vampyres?

Warnings: My first yaoi fic, yaoi (duh), some violence, ooc-ness

A/N: I'm finally posting this chap! I went over the original and did much editing…so yah. Anyway, I think you all have a serious misunderstanding of 'the slayer' that's appearing in this chap. It's actually pretty funny reading your reviews about it.

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Two weeks after the Day of the Dead celebration.

It was early morning and Yuuri and Conrad were going for their morning jog. The sun was bright in the sky, and Cruorem Academy was bustling about with people getting ready for the day.

Yuuri was wearing his white and light blue tracksuit, while Conrad had on a brown and red one.

"How are your studies going?" Conrad asked a few minutes later, easily keeping pace behind Yuuri.

"Well, they're going…I know all the differences between Vampyres and humans, as well as some history." Yuuri said, panting a little. "I still can't believe that Murata's the great sage! I mean, I didn't even know he knew about vampyres!"

Conrad smiled, "Yes, we were all shocked to find out that he and you are good friends. It was a magnificent coincidence indeed."

"So he's moving into the dorms, right?" he asked.

"Yes, his things have already arrived and he should be starting in on some advanced classes in a few days. Gunter is very happy to have access to his great knowledge. Some of our records aren't as detailed as we'd like them to be."

"So his room…"

"It's at the other end of the hall from yours." Conrad replied.

"Good morning!" Called three maids as they ran past. Yuuri turned and waved. "Morning!" he called gleefully. Conrad gave a smile and an acknowledging nod.

"Looks like you've gotten used to life here."

Yuuri chuckled. "Yep."

As they ran, Yuuri watched as a gardener started to plant some new flowers. Beside him was a huge pile of assorted blossoms, and in front of him was about 40x20 feet of dirt.

He finished in about ten seconds.

Yuuri stopped in amazement. "Well, maybe not everything…"

"Hey Wolfram!" Yuuri greeted happily as he sat down next the blond. The sun was still high in the sky with a cool breeze blowing every so often. Wolfram sat in the school's gardens during lunch, on a stone bench surrounded by thousands of lovely-smelling flowers and buds.

"Hello." Wolfram said, smiling. He picked up his spoon and gently scooped up some pudding. Bringing the spoon to his mouth he sighed contentedly as the taste washed over his mouth.

"Chocolate pudding? Some lunch." Yuuri scoffed teasingly.

"Mint chocolate. There's a chocolate shop in town that makes the best mint chocolate. The owner thinks up new ways of eating it. Chocolate bars, pudding, coffee, truffles, cakes, etc." Wolfram got a somewhat dreamy look in his eyes as he rambled on. "Besides," he added, "I've already finished my lunch."

"Huh. No wonder you smell like mint chocolate all the time." As if to prove his point, Yuuri leaned in and sniffed Wolfram's neck. He exhaled slowly, his hot breath ghosting over Wolfram's flesh. The blond shuddered. "Mmmn. Definitely mint chocolate."

"Yuuri!" Wolfram protested, embarrassed.

Yuuri pulled back, smiling innocently. "What?"

Wolfram glared at him for a second, it not being too effective because of the pink staining his cheeks. Yuuri kept on smiling. Sulkily Wolfram turned away and scooped more pudding into his mouth.

Yuuri brought his attention to his lunch. Sushi again. It was just so much better here! He opened his chopsticks and with a quick 'itadakimasu' dug in.

After eating a few pieces and enjoying the silence, Yuuri spoke up.

"I think that Tartaria girl has a crush on you." He tried masking his hidden jealousy in simple casualness.

"She has for a while now."

"You knew?" Yuuri asked, not too surprised. Wolfram nodded.

"What about Kanaria? I couldn't really figure out how she felt…" Yuuri scrunched his nose trying to think of a reason.

Wolfram absently looked at the flowers. "…She's a little afraid of me." He said quietly.

"Huh? Why?"

"When we were younger…She was almost hit by one of my stray fireballs. I was angry and throwing a tantrum. I hadn't been watching where I was aiming, I had just wanted to mess some things up. She was okay, but she's still a little scared of me, as well as fire." Wolfram continued to stare at the flowers, lost in his memories. Yuuri kept silent.

"You know what?" Wolfram asked abruptly, turning to smile at Yuuri. "Tomorrow, let's go into town, okay? I can show you the chocolate shop I was talking about."

Not yet having really been into the town surrounding the academy, Yuuri agreed happily. After all, it was more time he could spend with Wolfram. His Wolfram.

After lunch, quite a few people had assembled in Yuuri's room. Yuuri sat at his desk, confusedly staring down at the paper in front of him. Gunter stood to his left and was trying his best to explain the subject, but because of Gunter's elaborateness, it only made Yuuri even more confused. Conrad stood on Yuuri's right, trying to explain in simpler terms. Wolfram sat leisurely on the bed, occasionally offering small insults at his Amor's expense.

Suddenly, all three men perked up and looked toward the door.

"Heh? What is it?" Yuuri asked, looking around, but his question was answered with a knock at the door.

"Uh…Come in?" Yuuri called.

The door opened and Dorcas came in.

"Pardon me!" He said rather loudly.

"What's wrong?" Conrad asked seriously.

"I came for his Majesty!" Dorcas replied.

"You don't have to be so nervous…" or loud Yuuri mumbled. "Anyway, what is it?"

"Yes. Well, there is someone who would like to meet you." The man said at a much more normal volume.

Gunter quickly ran between Dorcas and Yuuri. "Wait, wait, wait! Those kinds of requests must go through me first!" He sounded much like a kid complaining about not getting as much ice cream as someone else.

"But, um…" Dorcas stumbled. "As this is a very private matter, it would be best if everyone else were absent."

"What?" Wolfram asked, annoyed.

"Now, now, now. Don't worry. Our lips are sealed." Conrad said smoothly, with his ever-present smile on.

Dorcas, seeing the hidden authority in that smile, gulped. Nervously and quickly, he said, "Well then, I would like to announce that, right now, a person is here who has named herself… I mean, she is claiming that she is his Majesty's illegitimate child!"

For a few seconds everyone just stared at the messenger in shocked confusion.

Finally, Yuuri spoke up with a confused, "What?"

Becoming more nervous with everyone staring at him, Dorcas repeated himself. "Right now, a person is here claiming that she is his Majesty's illegitimate child!"

Once again, Yuuri asked, "What?"

"Right now, a person is here claiming that she is his Majesty's…!"

"Yuuri!" Wolfram interrupted in anger. "You cheater! You have me, yet you…!" Choking noises could be heard as Wolfram gave Yuuri a headlock.

"Hold on!" Yuuri gasped. "An illegitimate child…does that mean…?" Yuuri asked desperately.

"An illegitimate child is the child of a man of loose morals and a woman who is not his wife." Conrad explained.

"Who is it! Who is this girl?" Wolfram yelled.

Gunter ended up fainting at the thought of his beloved king doing this and that with a girl.

"Answer me Yuuri!" Wolfram yelled.

While Wolfram was noogie-ing Yuuri, and Gunter was bleeding to death from a nosebleed, Conrad calmly walked up to Dorcas. "Well? Where is this illegitimate child?"

"Sir, the child is already outside the room." The baldy responded. Both Yuuri and Wolfram stopped fighting to listen.

"The child has the Cruorem Academy crest that only royalty of this establishment and their relatives can have." Dorcas explained. "I thought I had to let the child through…"

"That's wrong!" Shouted Gunter, suddenly becoming conscious and standing up. "His Majesty has not reached sixteen years of age yet. His crest hasn't even been made yet! No doubt about it. The child is not his Majesty's."

"What is this crest?" Yuuri asked, still being held in place by Wolfram.

"You receive the crest of our school to prove that you have authority within it. Different ranks have different styled crests. You won't get yours until you're sixteen." Wolfram explained calmly. "But that child… Whose crest could she have?" he asked himself quietly.

"At times like these… It's best to ask the person directly." Yuuri reasoned, escaping from Wolfram's grip he walked through the door, with everyone else in tow.

"Wait, Yuuri." Wolfram called behind him.

"Your Majesty!" Called Gunter.

As Yuuri stepped out of the door, he saw a small girl being escorted by two guards. The girl looked to be about ten. She had short curly brown hair and brown eyes. The clothes she wore were a bit tattered. A long-sleeved orange shirt, and a beige summer dress on top.

At the sight of Yuuri, the girl's face contorted in sadness.

Taken by surprise at the girl's sadness, Yuuri took a step back. "Um…"

Breaking free from the guards, the little girl ran towards Yuuri. "Daddy!" she called.

"Eih?" Yuuri said, surprised.

"Daddy!" The girl called again, now only a few steps away.

"Daddy!" The third time she called, she reached behind her back, still running towards her 'father'.

The sadness on her face changed into rage, she yelled as she pulled out a dagger and lunged towards the King.

Out of nowhere, Conrad appeared and chopped the girl's hand, knocking the dagger away, and making the girl fall to the floor. In shock, Yuuri fell back and landed hard on the ground.

"Yuuri!" "Your Majesty!" Various people shouted around him, but Yuuri just felt dizzy.

What just happened?

"Haah! That feels good!" Yuuri exclaimed softly.

Back in Yuuri's room, Gisela used her Healing Magyk on Yuuri's ankle.

"You just twisted it a little." She said gently, removing her hand. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Ah, okay. Thanks." Yuuri said, smiling gratefully.

"You know, when you're Turned, you'll be able to do such a silly little spell with ease." Gisela said with a smile.

"Huh? Really?" Yuuri asked. "I'll be able to do such an amazing thing?"

Gisela nodded happily.

"Is Gisela really adequate for this?" Gunter asked worriedly. "We have more renowned Vampyre doctors."

"Gunter." Conrad said. "Trust your daughter a little more."

"That's right Gunter. For your daughter you really should…" Yuuri paused. "Eh? Daughter? Oh ya! That's right… You two really don't look alike at all so I had completely forgotten!"

"She is my adopted daughter." Gunter explained.

"I see…"

"It's done, your Majesty." Gisela chimed in. "But for the next half-month, please don't put pressure on your right foot."

"What? I can't walk for two weeks?" Yuuri complained.

"Don't be silly! When you walk, use this." Gisela turned to her side and picked up a black cane with a half-moon handle.

Yuuri took the cane. "I didn't think I'd need to use one of these…"

"You'll be like an English gentleman. It should be great." Conrad said happily.

Yuuri glared back at the cane. "It could at least have a machine gun installed or be a sword cane." He mumbled poking the top. Suddenly in a poof of smoke, the handle was replaced with a bouquet of pink flowers. "Ah!" he exclaimed.

"You're very good!" Gisela complimented happily, clapping her hands together.

"Is that so?" Yuuri mumbled.

He looked up when he heard a knock at the door. "How's your foot, Yuuri? Wolfram's voice asked as the door opened to reveal both him and Gwendal.

"It's nothing serious." Yuuri replied. "So, have you found out anything?"

"No. She's not talking." Responded Gwendal, as stoic as ever.

Sullenly, Yuuri asked, "What will happen to her?"

"She tried to assassinate you. She won't be let off so easy." Gwendal explained emotionlessly.

"But she's a child!" Yuuri objected. "She may have some kind of reason! Or she could've been tricked by someone!"

"A crime is a crime. If you say weak things like that, you won't survive."

"Weak or not, she's just a child!" Sighing sadly, Yuuri looked at the floor and asked aloud. "But why did she do that?" No one had an answer.

Wolfram stepped forward and kneeled in front of Yuuri, examining his ankle. "It doesn't look serious."

Yuuri just kept quiet at the show of compassion.

Was it just him, or did Wolfram seem a little…off?

In a small room, guarded by two soldiers, the little girl sat, hugging her knees.

"The dungeon? You guys actually have one of those?" Yuuri exclaimed as he stopped walking.

"Yes. During the war, it was sometimes needed to capture the enemy. But we usually use them for detaining vampyres who have broken our laws. I'm glad to say we haven't used them in a while." Conrad explained.

"Geez…"

"This is where she's being kept, you majesty." Conrad said, motioning towards a door with two guards in front.

"It's Yuuri, Conrad." He berated as he limped up to one of the guards.

"I'd like to speak to her. Can you please open the door?" The guard shot a quick wary glance at Conrad. The brunette nodded.

"Yes, your majesty!" The guard replied. He took a ring of keys from his belt, shuffled through them until he found the right one, put it in the door and unlocked it. The other guard took out his sword – just in case. The first guard opened the door a little and looked in. Deciding it was safe, he stepped to the side to let Yuuri and Conrad in. All the while keeping one eye on the prisoner and one hand on his sword.

Yuuri walked in first with Conrad in tow, the clacking of their shoes and Yuuri's cane were the only audible sounds. The little girl was sitting on her bed, not even acknowledging that she had visitors.

Yuuri walked up to her and knelt down in front of her, placing his cane down beside him, while Conrad stayed near the door.

"Hi." He smiled. "I'm Yuuri. We sort of got off to a bad start…um…what's your name?" The girl remained quiet, ignoring the teenager.

"Aw, C'mon! I need to call you something!" He whined teasingly. The girl said nothing. He poked her knee in jest but the girl flinched like it was a knife twisting in her flesh. Yuuri quickly withdrew his hand. "Sorry…" he mumbled.

Yuuri stared at her, contemplating. How could he win her trust? How could he show her that he meant her no harm?

"Conrad?" he asked distantly.

"Yes, your ma-Yuuri?" he corrected himself.

"Can I borrow your sword for a second?"

Even though Conrad was a bit suspicious, he obliged his king. "You may."

Yuuri got up and hobbled over to his godfather. Conrad handed him the sheathed sword.

"Thanks." Yuuri said with a smile. He limped back over so he was standing in front of the girl once more. He unsheathed the sword.

Conrad stood on alert, in case Yuuri were to do something he'd regret.

Yuuri rolled up his sleeve. The girl, curious as to what the boy in front of her was doing, cautiously glanced up. Yuuri held the sword to his outer arm.

Knowing that he now had the girl's attention, he smiled down at her.

"Conrad…you may want to hold your nose." Before Conrad could reply, Yuuri sliced the sword across his arm, giving himself a gash three inches long. His face contorted in pain as the crimson liquid seeped from his flesh. He re-sheathed the sword.

Both occupants in the room stared at him in bewilderment.

He smiled painfully at the little girl.

"See? I'm not healing. I'm just as human as you are, so there's nothing to be gah!" He grimaced as the pain became worse, but continued weakly, "…afraid of."

Quickly, Conrad was by his side. He had ripped off a part of his shirt and was tying it around Yuuri's wound. Yuuri noticed that Conrad wasn't even fazed at all by the blood. He had underestimated the man's self-control.

Conrad took back his sword, putting it back on his belt.

"Come, Yuuri. We should have Gisela take a look at that." He picked up Yuuri's cane and gently steered Yuuri toward the door, holding up most of the youth's weight so as to not disturb his ankle.

As Yuuri left, he stole one last glance at the little girl. She was staring at the floor, her expression unreadable. Yuuri thought he may have seen her lips move.

Once they were out, the guard's re-locked the door. Conrad held Yuuri protectively, and he noticed the guard's movements were stiff, their eyes darker.

Outside, Yuuri took back his cane and began heading to where they had tied the horses, but was stopped when he was gently scooped up and found himself being carried bridal-style in Conrad's arms. He let out a meek sound of protest.

"I'll come back for the horses later. Right now your arm is top priority." Yuuri was about to protest again but a jolt of pain shot up his arm. He cringed, and then nodded weakly.

"Hold on tight." Conrad warned gently, and then took off.

Yuuri could feel the wind hitting him full force – despite Conrad's arms shielding him, he couldn't make out anything they passed.

'Now I know how a bug on a windshield feels…'

In nearly a minute, they had traveled what had taken them an hour and a half earlier.

When they got to the infirmary, Conrad laid Yuuri down gently on an empty bed. He took a chair, moved it beside the bed, and sat down.

"Gisela will be here in a minute." Yuuri nodded.

Conrad watched as Yuuri clutched his arm in pain.

"Your…Yuuri. That wasn't a very smart thing to do."

Yuuri sighed. "I know. I just…I didn't want her to be afraid. I want to know why she did it, who she is. I want to get her back to her family." He turned to Conrad with a pleading look. "Conrad, she's only a kid."

Conrad stared long and hard at his king. He looked down and watched as he tiredly rubbed his hands together. 'If he is to be the king, he should know that some of us…aren't very civilized.' He reasoned with himself.

"It's possible," he started, "that her family was killed by a rogue vampyre." He looked up. "She may have wanted revenge."

Yuuri was about to respond when Gisela walked in.

"All right. What'd you do this time?" She asked teasingly. She walked lithely over to Yuuri and carefully held up his arm to inspect it.

"It's not too serious…" She looked closer. "May leave a little scar though. What'd you do? Stab yourself with a sword?" Yuuri laughed nervously. Conrad got up.

"I'll get out of your way." He said politely with the same ever-present smile.

Before he left, he lingered hesitantly in the doorway.

"Yuuri…" The young boy looked up. "She…said her name was Greta." With that he closed the door.

Yuuri smiled at what Conrad said. He had gotten through to her. Even if it was just a little bit.

Drawing back his attention, Gisela said, "Lord Wolfram is on his way. I took the liberty of calling for him"

"Huh. Alright." Yuuri smiled. He hadn't seen Wolfram a lot. The blond had made himself distant – and not just physically – since this morning. He really wanted to talk and find out if there was something bothering him.

Gisela took a damp cloth and very gently wiped away the excess blood. She took out a long strip of white bandages and lightly wrapped them around Yuuri's wound.

"Why don't you lie back and relax, your majesty?" Gisela suggested sweetly. Yuuri obliged, he slipped his shoes off and sat back on the bed.

"Wolfram will be here shortly, your majesty. Are you in any pain?" Yuuri shook his head. His arm throbbed dully, but it was no longer too painful.

"Since I am no longer needed, may I take my leave?" She inquired politely.

"Yes, go ahead, Gisela. And thank you." The green haired woman bowed on her way out and once more the door shut.

Yuuri looked up at the ceiling. What a day… he thought to himself and gave a deep sigh.

He hadn't heard the door open, but a hesitant voice brought his attention to the new occupant in the room.

"Yuuri?" Yuuri sat up quickly at the familiar voice.

"Hey, Wolf!" He said happily. Wolfram instantly smelled the blood, looking straight at the red-stained bandages on Yuuri's arm.

"Yuuri! What happened to your arm?" he exclaimed. His face held grief and worry.

Yuuri tried to calm down his Amor as the blond started unwrapping the bandages. "I'm fine, Wolf! Honestly!"

As the bandages fell away, Yuuri cringed as he heard Wolfram's sharp intake of breath.

"Shinou…" he mumbled, unable to say anything else as he gently traced a fingertip under the wound.

"Wolf, it's—" Yuuri was cut off when Wolfram's mouth urgently covered his gash, his tongue gently trailing along it's edges. Yuuri tried to pull away in shock, but Wolfram had a firm grip.

"What are you doing?" he asked, blushing at the thought of Wolfram's mouth on him.

Wolfram slowly pulled away and looked up at Yuuri through long, dark lashes. He explained somewhat quickly, "Our saliva contains a very potent healing agent." Again he leaned back in, slowly licking from one end of the wound to the other.

Yuuri gulped.

"So…is that why after you bite me, there are no wounds?" he asked, quite distracted by Wolfram's tongue.

Wolfram hummed his confirmation, "Mm-hm." The vibrations made Yuuri's body tingle.

Eventually Wolfram pulled away. "That's about all I can do. Anymore, and you'll become immune. The rest will have to heal on it's own." The gash had healed considerably; no longer being a long slice half the width of his arm, but now a smaller wound only a centimeter and a half long. Still, Wolfram seemed dissatisfied that he couldn't heal it completely.

"Wow…" Yuuri said, honestly amazed. He lifted up his arm to examine it.

Wolfram sighed heavily and sat down on the bed next to Yuuri.

"Really, Yuuri. What the hell were you thinking?" the blond prince yelled, showing his famed bad temper. "Do you know how scared I was? Hearing that you had cut yourself? I thought you were trying to kill yourself!" His anger slowly faded away with each of his words, turning into raw emotion. "I…I…" Tears sprang to his eyes and he looked away, wiping them away with his right hand, his left hand clutching the fabric of his pants.

Yuuri was shocked. He had done this to the fiery prince? He quickly pulled the blonde into a tight embrace, tucking Wolfram's head under his chin.

He tried to soothe his Amor by running his fingers gently through Wolfram's golden locks as he explained. "I'm sorry Wolf. I-...I just didn't want that little girl – Greta… I didn't want Greta to be scared. She looks so small and frail… I can't even imagine what's been going through her mind." He paused as he tried to imagine it. He couldn't and sighed. Pushing Wolf away so that he could look into his eyes, he apologized again. "Wolf, I'm really, really sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

Once again, Wolfram wiped the tears from his eyes. "Please, don't do it – or anything like it – ever again." His pleading eyes bore into Yuuri's. "Promise me."

Yuuri embraced him again and whispered in his ear. "Of course. I promise you."

Wolfram hugged him back. Gently sighing out his name, "Yuuri…"

Yuuri figured this was as good a time as any to ask. Slowly pulling away, but still holding onto each other he asked the blond a question that had been bugging him all day.

"Ne, Wolf? Is…everything okay? You've been acting…I dunno, just not yourself today. I want to know if there's anything wrong."

Wolfram looked a little shocked. He smiled sadly. "So you noticed…" Wolfram turned away and looked at the floor, interlacing his fingers together on his lap.

"…Wolf?" Yuuri asked, cautiously placing his hand on the prince's shoulder.

Wolfram took a big breath. He had to say it. He had to get it out.

"Yuuri, I-I've been thinking a lot about this. I mean, I've had a few doubts before, but today…today proved to me how real some of them are. Your really – and I mean really – important to me. I never want you to get hurt. That's why… that's why…" He gulped and turned to face Yuuri head on. "That's why I think you should go back to Japan. For good."

A/N: Because I wanted the events to be similar, I copied some of this chap from episode 21. Of course, I altered it, so that the whole 'vampyre' thing would work.

I realize there is no good excuse for why it took me so long to update. That's why I'm sticking with: "Elephants trashed my computer."…ok I'm sorry. Really I am! I hate it when authors take forever to update, yet that's what I did to you guys! Speaking of guys, are there any dudes reading this fic? Please let me know, it will be very interesting to hear your feedback!

I recently became a huge fan of Conyuu/Yuurad, so writing this was a bit hard at first . " (GOMEN!) I may start doing a fic for that pair… I already have a plot thought up: Something happens to Yuuri to make him have visions of the future whenever he touches someone or something. But why is it whenever he touches Conrad, they're having sex?

Anyway, I may or may not write it, but I have begun a fan art for that pairing.

You know? It's hard to type while wearing gloves…

Next Chapter:

What brought on Wolfram's suggestion?

Will Yuuri follow his advice and leave?

What will happen to Greta?

Find out in chapter 17 The Town