Yuuri sighed and yawned. It was so silent in the bath area... but then, why wouldn't it be? This was the Maou's private bath, and if some... unfortunate exceptions didn't count, he had it all for himself. The water was nice and hot, and no one was here to bother him about anything. He could sit here for a long time, all alone.

Relaxing, he thought idly. His mind was wandering on random things, and it eventually led to the fact that he missed his home in Japan. But... this was also home. He did like it here, and he liked all the people, and...

Lost in his thoughts, the Maou remained blissfully ignorant about someone else's presence until that someone placed their hands on his shoulders - or rather, grabbed him by the shoulders pretty hard.

"Wha-wha- waaaaaaah!" Yuuri yelped, trying to look behind him - and ended up falling over into the bath. He sat up a few seconds later only to see Wolfram sitting on the edge of the bath.

"What is it now, wimp?" The blond asked. "I came here to give you a massage, and you dive underwater all of a sudden."

Yuuri stared at him. "W-Wolfram! You came to do wh... ...You're naked!"

"Um, this is a bath, you know," the other boy replied. "I'm not about get my clothes wet, so yes, I took them off. I don't see why it's such a big deal, anyway. You are so strange sometimes."

The Maou looked away and tried to hide the fact that his face was flushed. "You're still not... I mean...!" He went quiet for a while.

"What?"

"Eh..." Yuuri mumbled something under his breath. He had just forgotten what he was about to say. Unable to think of anything better, he did his best to look very annoyed and turned to face Wolfram again. "Right. So you call that massaging? I wouldn't be surprised if that leaves a mark! It hurt!"

"That would be because you decided to move out of the way, and I was trying to..." Wolfram started.

"I'm sure," Yuuri interrupted him. "Just for you to know, you're not the person I'll ask if I want a massage. You're so rough."

"I can be very gentle if I so choose, you know," The blond replied voice full of arrogance.

"I'd like to see that."

Wolfram smiled. "Are you tempting me?"

"Not a chance," The Maou replied, somewhat pleased with himself. He had managed to save some of his pride at least. Of course, he just couldn't keep his mouth shut and had to have the last word. "Gentle? You? Give a break, Wolfram. Now get out of my bath."

"No. Looks like I'll need to prove it to you then..." The blond slipped into the bath and moved to sit next to Yuuri. "Rough, huh. I'll show you rough..."

"...You know, I asked you to-"

Yuuri never managed to finish the sentence as Wolfram put his hand on his thigh.

"W-Wolfram! Wh-what are you trying to... WOLFRAM!!"

Somewhere in the dressing area, a figure standing in the shadows shook his head and smiled before he turned to leave. It was Conrad; he had followed his brother here. Somehow he had the feeling it might be best not to interfere.

After all, if Yuuri couldn't handle his own fiancé, how was he supposed to handle a whole country?