FIC: TAATS Chapter 3: The Pest
Title: The Admirer and the Sage (Chapter 3: The Pest)
Author: Batty_Gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: T+ - eventually M
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram x Murata
Word Count: 2190
Fic Type: Ongoing
Summary: Gwendal calls to order a meeting on how to deal with the mysterious pest. Unfortunately, said meeting doesn't go all that well.
Prior chapters: 1 ~ 2
Chapter 3: The Pest
For the next three weeks, incidents with the masked man continued to happen. He would sneak into various rooms in the castle, play some sort of prank, and disappear into thin air.
He scared the various maids in the most creative of ways, appearing out of nowhere and laughing as they screamed and ran off. He came across Anissina, who was simply amused as he kissed her hand and ran off, laughing. He loved to leave Günter in a bloody-nosed stupor by placing in his room surprisingly well-drawn pictures of him having affairs with Gwendal, Conrad, and Yozak - sometimes at the same time.
He wisely avoided going around Conrad, Yozak, and, especially, Gwendal. One of the masked man's favorite things to do was to break into Gwendal's office and rearrange his beloved knitted animals in various situations -- including mock executions and sexual poses. It frustrated the other man so much that his knitting actually improved.
Even Yuuri wasn't exempt, and the masked man had played several jokes on the other man. One time, he somehow managed to move the other man from the room he went to sleep in, and placed him in bed with Günter, who woke up and was more than delighted to have him there. The scream of terror that had emitted from the Maou that morning had brought the castle to an uproar. Yuuri had quickly ran off to the shrine, located Murata, and returned to Earth that time.
Wolfram seemed to be the masked man's favorite target, however. While the others had been harassed every now and then, he had been accosted every few days. When the man had shown up a second time in his room, Wolfram had once again failed to capture him. He had even secretly moved to another room, but the masked man found his way into that room as well, which let him know that whoever it was might be an insider or was getting information from an insider.
And, while the others had been on the receiving end of lighthearted pranks, every time Wolfram had come across the masked man, he was being sexually harassed. From suggestive comments and notes, to slight touches, the man let it be known that he desired Wolfram.
Wolfram was all too aware that his situation was the joke of the castle, and was angered by the man's affections. However, deep down, he was somewhat intrigued by the masked man, but wild horses couldn't drag that out of his mouth. His top priority, however, was to find out just who the man was, which was why he was sitting in a meeting with the others that a very annoyed Gwendal had called.
“Something has to be done, I can't... take this anymore,” Gwendal said, rousing Wolfram out of his recollection of the past few weeks.
“I strongly suspect that it's an insider, or someone on the inside has been feeding him information,” Günter spoke up.
“There's plenty of people that fit his physical description here,” Gwendal said. “It's been hard trying to narrow it down.”
“Yes, there are at least forty-three men here who fit his description,” Conrad said.
“Yet none of them have his accent, however,” Wolfram spoke up. He was the only one who had heard the man's speaking voice.
“It's possible that accent is faked...” Yuuri trailed off, lost in his thoughts.
“Perhaps,” Wolfram replied. “That accent has stayed consistent though, and though it seems familiar, I can't remember where I've heard it from before.”
“And it's also possible that he's wearing a wig,” Yozak chipped in.
“I fear that we may need to take action if this man is a threat,” Gwendal injected.
“I don't think the man is a threat, however I also don't think it's a good idea to allow this to continue. It may give others ideas that we are somehow alright with this sort of behavior,” Conrad spoke up.
“How is he not a threat?! The man feels me up and says things to me that would make even Mother blush!” Wolfram exclaimed in annoyance.
“Yes, but he hasn't done anything bad,” Yuuri said, and when Wolfram turned to glare at him and yell in protest, he held up his hand. “What I mean is, yes it's wrong what he's doing to you, to everyone, but I believe that he wouldn't hurt anyone here.”
Wolfram was not surprised that Yuuri would say something like that. The other man was all too willing to believe in people, and that the masked man had done nothing harmful to anybody was a plus on his side.
However, Wolfram couldn't shake that his feelings were once again being ignored. He was about to raise this point, but Yozak spoke up.
“I also don't believe that the masked man is a threat. If he were, surely he'd have made a move by now. I only wonder how he gets in and out of the castle. This is the biggest issue here. Even I haven't figured that out yet.”
Wolfram watched as Gwendal turned towards Murata, who had been silent in all of the discussion. “What do you think, Great Sage?” he asked.
Wolfram looked at Murata, who had a pensive look on his face. He noticed that the usually vibrant young man looked tired, and he made a mental note to check him out once the meeting was over.
Murata started to speak. “To be honest, I think this is just some sort of elaborate prank.”
Wolfram was livid. “A prank? Of course it is a prank! I want to know just who in the Hell dares to pull this off, especially on me! I am not amused at being the laughing stock of the castle as well as the town, and when I finally get my hands on that prankster I am going to roast his ass!”
Murata found Wolfram's remark funny, and laughed. Wolfram was about to open his mouth and give the Sage a few choice words that weren't so nice, but as the other man threw his head back, he was caught off guard.
Wolfram realized, for the first time, how handsome Murata was. For years, he hadn't given the man a second glance, and had failed to notice how the other man had grown taller, and how his formerly skinny frame had become built nicely. He realized just who he was having these thoughts about, blushed quickly, and looked away.
“Why, your excellency, what brings about the blush on your face,” Yozak, who had noticed the lingering look, teased.
Wolfram shot him his famous glare of death, which made the redhead grin even wider than he already was. “Shut up, Yozak,” he muttered.
Of course, telling Yozak to shut up usually has the opposite effect, and this time was no different. “I noticed you were looking towards his Highness right before you started to blush, just what sort of thoughts were you having?” he said in a mocking voice.
The others looked at him in confusion, and Wolfram seethed. To save face, he decided to take Yozak's remarks and turn it into a rant. “Well, Yozak. I just happened to be glancing in the Great Sage's direction while I was remembering how much I've been sexually harassed in the past few weeks,” he said, gratingly. “That's what brought the blush on my face... well that and the fact that none of you seem to care just how this situation is making me feel.”
Squawks of protest from around the table were heard, but Wolfram did as Yuuri had done to him a few moments before and held up his hand. “I don't want to hear it. You all know that if this were Yuuri being harassed, you all would try harder to find out who it was and punish them accordingly. But, because it's me, it's somehow alright and just a 'harmless prank'.”
“But I am being harassed, Wolfram!” Yuuri protested.
“Oh really? So this masked man has been feeling you up too? Leaving notes about kissing you all over your body? Whispering to you about how flexible he is in bed?” Wolfram asked in a condescending voice.
Yuuri had the decency to blush, Wolfram noted. “Well no, I haven't been harassed like that,” Yuuri replied.
Wolfram decided to lay his rant on thicker just because he was thoroughly annoyed at how his feelings about the matter had been dismissed. “Perhaps I should give in to this masked man's desires? After all, I'm sick of being the only virgin in the room. Maybe a little deflowering would do me some good.”
The reactions around the room were priceless. Günter gasped, and clutched at his chest. Conrad's eyes widened, and he gripped his chair tightly. Yuuri slid far down into his seat, as if the floor would open a portal back to Earth. Both Yozak and Murata were clutching each other, their bodies racked with silent laughter.
But Gwendal's reaction took the cake.
He paled considerably, and knocked his chair over in his haste to get out of it. He ran to the door, flung it open, and yelled out at the closest guard.
“Triple the security around the castle immediately!”
After that fiasco of a meeting, every one involved in it left as quickly as they could with the exception of Wolfram and Murata, who was detained.
The Great Sage still had a look of amusement on his face, but Wolfram was still disturbed at how tired the other man looked.. After the room had emptied, he walked over to Murata and stood in front of him.
“Your Highness, are you alright?” he asked, quietly.
The other man's smile slightly dimmed. “Of course I am, what makes you think I'm not,” he asked in an amused voice.
“It's just that you seem tired, I was wondering if you haven't been having any after effects of that fall.”
“No, I've been alright. I've just been busy nights, you know how it is when you're young and single,” he said with a wink.
Wolfram gave him a bitter smirk. “Somehow, I don't think I know what you mean,” he quipped.
Murata laughed at him again. “That's right, virgin and all. Maybe you should come out with me sometimes. I'm pretty sure there would be plenty of people willing to.. ahem... deflower you,” he said, with mischievous glint in his eyes.
For some reason, the remark amused Wolfram, and before he could catch himself he laughed out loud. He clamped his hands over his mouth in horror, and his eyes widened when Murata's hands wrapped around his wrists and gently pulled his own hands away from his mouth.
“You shouldn't prevent yourself from laughing, you know. You should let your true emotions out more, they're cute,” the Sage said with a gentle smile.
The words Wolfram wanted to say caught in his throat, and he simply nodded as the other man released his wrists.
“Walk me out?” Murata asked.
The two men walked out with each other, chatting about various things along the way. Wolfram felt at ease with the Sage, which surprised him since he thought he never would again due to the incidents while the other man was sick. Once again, he wrote off the come-ons from Murata to him while the Sage was still bedridden as being caused by the injury - for the other man did nothing to make him believe that he really was interested in him like that.
As they exited the castle, Murata came to a halt, which caused Wolfram to bump into him from behind. He was about to ask the other man what was wrong, but he looked over his shoulder and saw what had caused his sudden stop.
It was Yuuri, standing in the courtyard and openly flirting with a new maid.
A sharp tinge flayed through Wolfram's chest at the sight, but as quickly as it came, it went. Murata turned around slowly, and looked at the other man.
Wolfram simply shrugged, and gave him a small smile - but he was fairly certain that the Sage saw through the falseness of it all when the other man gave him a slight frown. He looked away from the intense black eyes that bore into him.
It was then that Yuuri noticed them.
“Hey, you guys! Come here and meet the new maid!” he said, cheerfully.
“Ah...” started Murata, who still eyed Wolfram.
“I have some work to do, Yuuri. I'll... see you later,” Wolfram said. He gave a warm smile to Yuuri and the maid, nodded to Murata, and retreated back into the castle.
It took every ounce of his willpower not to break out into a run.
Well, that's chapter 3! I had fun with this one - and I'm pretty sure that if Gwendal really existed he'd have me imprisoned for harassing his knitted items. And hmm... Conrad and Yozak are mighty dismissive of this entire situation. Makes you wonder... Next chapter: Things heat up between Wolfram and the mysterious man - and not in the “Kill him with fire!” way....
Next chapter: 4
Author: Batty_Gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: T+ - eventually M
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram x Murata
Word Count: 2190
Fic Type: Ongoing
Summary: Gwendal calls to order a meeting on how to deal with the mysterious pest. Unfortunately, said meeting doesn't go all that well.
Prior chapters: 1 ~ 2
Chapter 3: The Pest
For the next three weeks, incidents with the masked man continued to happen. He would sneak into various rooms in the castle, play some sort of prank, and disappear into thin air.
He scared the various maids in the most creative of ways, appearing out of nowhere and laughing as they screamed and ran off. He came across Anissina, who was simply amused as he kissed her hand and ran off, laughing. He loved to leave Günter in a bloody-nosed stupor by placing in his room surprisingly well-drawn pictures of him having affairs with Gwendal, Conrad, and Yozak - sometimes at the same time.
He wisely avoided going around Conrad, Yozak, and, especially, Gwendal. One of the masked man's favorite things to do was to break into Gwendal's office and rearrange his beloved knitted animals in various situations -- including mock executions and sexual poses. It frustrated the other man so much that his knitting actually improved.
Even Yuuri wasn't exempt, and the masked man had played several jokes on the other man. One time, he somehow managed to move the other man from the room he went to sleep in, and placed him in bed with Günter, who woke up and was more than delighted to have him there. The scream of terror that had emitted from the Maou that morning had brought the castle to an uproar. Yuuri had quickly ran off to the shrine, located Murata, and returned to Earth that time.
Wolfram seemed to be the masked man's favorite target, however. While the others had been harassed every now and then, he had been accosted every few days. When the man had shown up a second time in his room, Wolfram had once again failed to capture him. He had even secretly moved to another room, but the masked man found his way into that room as well, which let him know that whoever it was might be an insider or was getting information from an insider.
And, while the others had been on the receiving end of lighthearted pranks, every time Wolfram had come across the masked man, he was being sexually harassed. From suggestive comments and notes, to slight touches, the man let it be known that he desired Wolfram.
Wolfram was all too aware that his situation was the joke of the castle, and was angered by the man's affections. However, deep down, he was somewhat intrigued by the masked man, but wild horses couldn't drag that out of his mouth. His top priority, however, was to find out just who the man was, which was why he was sitting in a meeting with the others that a very annoyed Gwendal had called.
“Something has to be done, I can't... take this anymore,” Gwendal said, rousing Wolfram out of his recollection of the past few weeks.
“I strongly suspect that it's an insider, or someone on the inside has been feeding him information,” Günter spoke up.
“There's plenty of people that fit his physical description here,” Gwendal said. “It's been hard trying to narrow it down.”
“Yes, there are at least forty-three men here who fit his description,” Conrad said.
“Yet none of them have his accent, however,” Wolfram spoke up. He was the only one who had heard the man's speaking voice.
“It's possible that accent is faked...” Yuuri trailed off, lost in his thoughts.
“Perhaps,” Wolfram replied. “That accent has stayed consistent though, and though it seems familiar, I can't remember where I've heard it from before.”
“And it's also possible that he's wearing a wig,” Yozak chipped in.
“I fear that we may need to take action if this man is a threat,” Gwendal injected.
“I don't think the man is a threat, however I also don't think it's a good idea to allow this to continue. It may give others ideas that we are somehow alright with this sort of behavior,” Conrad spoke up.
“How is he not a threat?! The man feels me up and says things to me that would make even Mother blush!” Wolfram exclaimed in annoyance.
“Yes, but he hasn't done anything bad,” Yuuri said, and when Wolfram turned to glare at him and yell in protest, he held up his hand. “What I mean is, yes it's wrong what he's doing to you, to everyone, but I believe that he wouldn't hurt anyone here.”
Wolfram was not surprised that Yuuri would say something like that. The other man was all too willing to believe in people, and that the masked man had done nothing harmful to anybody was a plus on his side.
However, Wolfram couldn't shake that his feelings were once again being ignored. He was about to raise this point, but Yozak spoke up.
“I also don't believe that the masked man is a threat. If he were, surely he'd have made a move by now. I only wonder how he gets in and out of the castle. This is the biggest issue here. Even I haven't figured that out yet.”
Wolfram watched as Gwendal turned towards Murata, who had been silent in all of the discussion. “What do you think, Great Sage?” he asked.
Wolfram looked at Murata, who had a pensive look on his face. He noticed that the usually vibrant young man looked tired, and he made a mental note to check him out once the meeting was over.
Murata started to speak. “To be honest, I think this is just some sort of elaborate prank.”
Wolfram was livid. “A prank? Of course it is a prank! I want to know just who in the Hell dares to pull this off, especially on me! I am not amused at being the laughing stock of the castle as well as the town, and when I finally get my hands on that prankster I am going to roast his ass!”
Murata found Wolfram's remark funny, and laughed. Wolfram was about to open his mouth and give the Sage a few choice words that weren't so nice, but as the other man threw his head back, he was caught off guard.
Wolfram realized, for the first time, how handsome Murata was. For years, he hadn't given the man a second glance, and had failed to notice how the other man had grown taller, and how his formerly skinny frame had become built nicely. He realized just who he was having these thoughts about, blushed quickly, and looked away.
“Why, your excellency, what brings about the blush on your face,” Yozak, who had noticed the lingering look, teased.
Wolfram shot him his famous glare of death, which made the redhead grin even wider than he already was. “Shut up, Yozak,” he muttered.
Of course, telling Yozak to shut up usually has the opposite effect, and this time was no different. “I noticed you were looking towards his Highness right before you started to blush, just what sort of thoughts were you having?” he said in a mocking voice.
The others looked at him in confusion, and Wolfram seethed. To save face, he decided to take Yozak's remarks and turn it into a rant. “Well, Yozak. I just happened to be glancing in the Great Sage's direction while I was remembering how much I've been sexually harassed in the past few weeks,” he said, gratingly. “That's what brought the blush on my face... well that and the fact that none of you seem to care just how this situation is making me feel.”
Squawks of protest from around the table were heard, but Wolfram did as Yuuri had done to him a few moments before and held up his hand. “I don't want to hear it. You all know that if this were Yuuri being harassed, you all would try harder to find out who it was and punish them accordingly. But, because it's me, it's somehow alright and just a 'harmless prank'.”
“But I am being harassed, Wolfram!” Yuuri protested.
“Oh really? So this masked man has been feeling you up too? Leaving notes about kissing you all over your body? Whispering to you about how flexible he is in bed?” Wolfram asked in a condescending voice.
Yuuri had the decency to blush, Wolfram noted. “Well no, I haven't been harassed like that,” Yuuri replied.
Wolfram decided to lay his rant on thicker just because he was thoroughly annoyed at how his feelings about the matter had been dismissed. “Perhaps I should give in to this masked man's desires? After all, I'm sick of being the only virgin in the room. Maybe a little deflowering would do me some good.”
The reactions around the room were priceless. Günter gasped, and clutched at his chest. Conrad's eyes widened, and he gripped his chair tightly. Yuuri slid far down into his seat, as if the floor would open a portal back to Earth. Both Yozak and Murata were clutching each other, their bodies racked with silent laughter.
But Gwendal's reaction took the cake.
He paled considerably, and knocked his chair over in his haste to get out of it. He ran to the door, flung it open, and yelled out at the closest guard.
“Triple the security around the castle immediately!”
After that fiasco of a meeting, every one involved in it left as quickly as they could with the exception of Wolfram and Murata, who was detained.
The Great Sage still had a look of amusement on his face, but Wolfram was still disturbed at how tired the other man looked.. After the room had emptied, he walked over to Murata and stood in front of him.
“Your Highness, are you alright?” he asked, quietly.
The other man's smile slightly dimmed. “Of course I am, what makes you think I'm not,” he asked in an amused voice.
“It's just that you seem tired, I was wondering if you haven't been having any after effects of that fall.”
“No, I've been alright. I've just been busy nights, you know how it is when you're young and single,” he said with a wink.
Wolfram gave him a bitter smirk. “Somehow, I don't think I know what you mean,” he quipped.
Murata laughed at him again. “That's right, virgin and all. Maybe you should come out with me sometimes. I'm pretty sure there would be plenty of people willing to.. ahem... deflower you,” he said, with mischievous glint in his eyes.
For some reason, the remark amused Wolfram, and before he could catch himself he laughed out loud. He clamped his hands over his mouth in horror, and his eyes widened when Murata's hands wrapped around his wrists and gently pulled his own hands away from his mouth.
“You shouldn't prevent yourself from laughing, you know. You should let your true emotions out more, they're cute,” the Sage said with a gentle smile.
The words Wolfram wanted to say caught in his throat, and he simply nodded as the other man released his wrists.
“Walk me out?” Murata asked.
The two men walked out with each other, chatting about various things along the way. Wolfram felt at ease with the Sage, which surprised him since he thought he never would again due to the incidents while the other man was sick. Once again, he wrote off the come-ons from Murata to him while the Sage was still bedridden as being caused by the injury - for the other man did nothing to make him believe that he really was interested in him like that.
As they exited the castle, Murata came to a halt, which caused Wolfram to bump into him from behind. He was about to ask the other man what was wrong, but he looked over his shoulder and saw what had caused his sudden stop.
It was Yuuri, standing in the courtyard and openly flirting with a new maid.
A sharp tinge flayed through Wolfram's chest at the sight, but as quickly as it came, it went. Murata turned around slowly, and looked at the other man.
Wolfram simply shrugged, and gave him a small smile - but he was fairly certain that the Sage saw through the falseness of it all when the other man gave him a slight frown. He looked away from the intense black eyes that bore into him.
It was then that Yuuri noticed them.
“Hey, you guys! Come here and meet the new maid!” he said, cheerfully.
“Ah...” started Murata, who still eyed Wolfram.
“I have some work to do, Yuuri. I'll... see you later,” Wolfram said. He gave a warm smile to Yuuri and the maid, nodded to Murata, and retreated back into the castle.
It took every ounce of his willpower not to break out into a run.
Well, that's chapter 3! I had fun with this one - and I'm pretty sure that if Gwendal really existed he'd have me imprisoned for harassing his knitted items. And hmm... Conrad and Yozak are mighty dismissive of this entire situation. Makes you wonder... Next chapter: Things heat up between Wolfram and the mysterious man - and not in the “Kill him with fire!” way....
Next chapter: 4