Fic : Out Of Context 10/10
And the last chapter...
Fanfiction:
Title: Out of context
Author: me
Rating: G to PG
Pairing (if applicable): Conrad x Yuuri -- Murata x Yosak
Genre: (Humor, angst, action, romance, etc.) action and romance ?
Chapter (if applicable): ninth chapter.
Chapters : One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine
Comments (if applicable): Yuuri wanted to know what his friends would think of him if he had met them before they knew he was the Maou. You should be careful of what you wish for: you might get it.
Beta-read by
hisoka44hisoka44
Part 10: Out of Context
Last parts’ summary: Yuuri fell into a spring of oblivion and doesn’t remember anyone or anything of his past, not even his own name. Furthermore he now has a big hat on his head which hides his face. Yuuri stayed at a monastery and got a new name: Kasa. Gone on a mission to Shinmakoku’s capital and castle, he stayed with the demons.
~*****~
(Previously)
Stricken with despair, hope, joy, sadness, love and misery altogether he extended his arms towards the retreating figure and shouted:
"YUURI !"
~*****~
The small silhouette with the hat stopped abruptly and froze as well. Then, slowly, quietly, he fell down like a tree. As he hit the ground, his hat rolled away, as if it had but just been put upon his head and never fixed to it, revealing the youth‘s black hair.
Finally finding his legs again, Conrad rushed to the fallen king’s side, softly gathering him in his arms.
"Yuuri, Yuuri," he repeated over and over again, tears running unnoticed from his eyes. He was beating himself up for not noticing earlier, for not guessing, for failing Yuuri. "I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry," he whispered.
Yuuri’s face was pale and his eyes were closed, but he was conscious. Slowly, he opened wide black eyes, looked at Conrad, blinked and closed them again.
Conrad took that as a sign to act and stood up, scooping the king in his arms, ready to bring him back to the others, to his kingdom, to someplace more comfortable than the cold ground.
But as he started towards the main entrance Yuuri stopped him.
"No. To my room," he said in a feeble voice, tilting his head towards a smaller door, closer to the tower where he had lived as Kasa.
Conrad stopped, indecisive, torn between the part of him that wanted to go reassure the others and Yuuri’s obvious wish to remain alone for some more time. He did not hesitate long.
Looking around, he had noticed that things had rolled out of the hat and onto the ground: black clothes and Yuuri’s blue pendant. Careful not to drop Yuuri, he bent to pick everything up before he obeyed, carrying his king upstairs to the small room in the side tower.
~*****~
Gently, Conrad lay his king on the bed before he closed the door. Then he came back to the young man, sat on the bed and took his hand, wondering about his health.
Physically, Yuuri seemed to be all right, but his lost gaze accounted that not everything was right. The young man seemed lost in his memories coming back.
Carefully, Conrad pushed Yuuri’s hair to the side, away from his eyes. "I‘m sorry," he repeated.
He was apologising for everything: for not having found Yuuri, not having recognised him, for telling him his feelings, for the state he now saw him in.
Yuuri’s eyes were darkening, he looked more lively by the second. Then, after a short while, he turned his head to look at Conrad again.
"Don’t be sorry," he said.
"But I did not recognise you," Conrad regretted.
Yuuri shook his head. "If you wore a hat, acted like you did not know me and met me in a different context, I don‘t think I would have recognised you either," he explained. "Anyway you still did." His lips curled in a small shy smile.
"I‘m sorry." This time Yuuri understood Conrad was apologising about the rest, about his feelings for Yuuri.
"I don’t mind. It‘s all right," Yuuri tried to placate him, putting his hand on Conrad‘s arm.
"Don‘t you want to go tell them ?" Conrad asked. He felt egoistical, guilty, to keep Yuuri to himself like this.
"No." Yuuri shook his head. "Not yet. I need to sort my memories ; it‘s all scrambled up."
Uncomfortable, Conrad made to stand up. "I‘ll leave you alone, then." He would not have gone further than behind the door to guard it anyway, but if Yuuri needed peace and quiet...
Yuuri sat up and grasped his hand. "No."
Yuuri remembered the last few weeks very clearly, and now he remembered a lot more things, now he knew who he was. He thought back to his wish to know what everyone would think of him if they had met him differently and realised that more than putting him out of context for the others, this adventure had also put the others out of their usual context for him.
He knew who he was. He knew what he felt. He knew what he wanted.
He wanted to kiss Conrad, to make love to him. However, just as he bent closer to the brunet to do start doing so, Conrad’s arm stopped him.
"Let‘s make love, Conrad."
"Please, no," Conrad pleaded with him. "Not now, not like this." Not when no one else knew Yuuri was back, not when Yuuri’s mind was still confused from his memories coming back. "You would regret it."
Yuuri looked hard at Conrad before he reluctantly nodded. It was Conrad who would regret it, not him, but he agreed.
He leaned forward to put his arms around Conrad and hugged him firmly instead.
~*****~
The following morning, Conrad woke up by Yuuri’s side, in Yuuri’s arms. They had just held each other the whole night long.
Yuuri opened his eyes only seconds afterwards.
"Good morning." Yuuri smiled.
Conrad looked at Yuuri’s face for a few seconds, trying to find out if Yuuri had recovered all his memories yet, but he could not determine it.
"Good morning, your Majesty."
Yuuri winced.
"Yuuri."
Yuuri relaxed. Then he looked directly into Conrad’s eyes, and told him his wishes.
~*****~
Yuuri had wished to remain hidden until the evening. So Conrad had gone back to his normal occupations. He had spent most of the day at his desk, writing letters to the troops still searching for the king, calling them back. It also allowed him to avoid the others: he did not like the fact that he had to hide the truth from them, and yet he had to.
It was hard to believe that Yuuri was really back ; that Yuuri was Kasa, that Yuuri had told him he loved him back.
The day seemed to last an eternity before the ball finally began.
~*****~
They waited one hour after the music had started before finally heading up for the main hall. Hand in hand they walked through the deserted corridors. Yuuri took comfort in the warm contact. He had wanted to wait to be sure to meet everyone at once, but he was afraid. He was somewhat ashamed of his childish request to hide for a whole day, of the fact that he would enter the ballroom at Conrad’s arm. A pink hue tinted his cheeks.
Meanwhile Conrad was persuading himself he was just walking Yuuri back to the others, to his younger brother. Despite what Yuuri had said about loving him, he could not really believe it.
As they neared the music-filled hall, they met servants. Everyone stopped what they were doing to turn on their passage. The Maou, it was the Maou, his Majesty was back, walking hand in hand with Sir Weller to Sir Weller‘s engagement party.
Then finally, they arrived to the door. The double door was open. Catching a glimpse of Conrad and the small silhouette by his side, the announcer started: "Sir Weller and …" He meant to say his fiancé, but then he fully saw who this person was and nearly choked. He cleared his throat and announced louder: "His Majesty the Maou."
He almost needn’t have announced. Already everyone was turning towards the pair, frozen, bewildered. Where they had expected Kasa the foreigner to come in with the soldier, stood his Majesty. Yuuri was dressed in black, in his usual uniform, not the formal party one, with his free hand he was carrying Kasa’s wooden hat.
A feeling of certainty went through the crowd: Kasa had been the Maou all along. His Majesty was back.
They advanced towards the centre of the room, towards Wolfram, Gwendal, Gunther, and when they arrived, they stopped, Yuuri did not let go of Conrad‘s hand.
"You traitor," Wolfram stated.
Yuuri winced, taken aback, but quickly recovered. His tone was assured and decisive when he answered. "Yes." He had found a decision and now was the time to affirm it.
"I can‘t believe it," Wolfram went on, strangely almost calm.
"I like you Wolfram," Yuuri tried to explain. "But it‘s not the same. This is a choice I must make."
Murata had been watching the situation unfold, smiling, but he sensed that Wolfram was quickly loosing his patience and intervened.
"How did he recover his memory ?" He asked loudly, to no-one in particular.
"I called out his name to him last night," Conrad replied.
Murata’s smile widened. " Hmm… kinky," he said in a suggestive way.
Conrad blushed and Yuuri’s eyes widened at Murata’s comment.
Wolfram’s eyes shot murder and he stormed out.
"Wolfram." Yuuri called after him, but the blond demon did not listen.
By his side, Conrad looked at him and shook his head with a sad smile. Yuuri grasped the man’s hand tighter for a second and kept looking in the direction in which Wolfram had disappeared. In that direction was Gisela and she made him a small sign not to worry: she would keep an eye on him.
Yuuri hoped from the bottom of his heart that Wolfram could find some closure. As for him, he decided to hold tightly to what he had found in those past months. It might not be easy at first, but he would not let go of what he had gained, or of who he wanted.
THE END
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Epilogue/Omake
Yosak Guerrier was a spy, and as such, it was not a difficult thing to notice suspicious behaviour. It was even more the case when the person who was trying to leave the castle on the sly was your lover. Interrupting his task, he quietly made to follow the Great Sage.
Once he was outside the castle, Murata Ken’s behaviour returned to its norm. He walked down the slope without ever noticing he was followed. Yosak walked behind at some distance until the Sage arrived near a small pond and stopped.
This was said to be the spring of oblivion where the Maou had disappeared a few months ago.
Ever since he had had the idea that the king might have simply lost his memory, the other black-haired youth had been distracted, or rather, focused on this problem. He had done researches about those springs and their water.
Maybe this trip was not suspicious after all. Murata Ken was just here to do some more studies. But when the young man kneeled and reached for the water, Yosak noticed that his lover did not have any recipient in hand. Concerned, he neared the pond, but the black-haired young man was already raising his hand to his mouth and drinking.
"Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnn ! " Yosak shouted, rushing forwards, clasping the young man’s elbows in his hands.
Frantically, he shook the young man by the shoulders, repeating: "Your name is Murata Ken, your name is Murata Ken."
Murata stayed unfazed, seemingly unmoved by his lover’s panic, deep in thought. "Indeed it is."
Yosak stopped. Suddenly, after such an intense fear, he felt a rush of anger rise in him. "What did you think you were doing ?!" He shouted. "What if I had not been there ? Did you want to forget me ? What possessed you to do this ?"
Murata did not react to Yosak’s anger either. Finally, when the redhead started to vent off, Murata whispered softly: "I knew you would rescue me, I knew you were following me."
Yosak had lost his aggressiveness. "But why did you do that ?" He asked, defeated.
Murata let himself be pulled closer in the other man’s arms. "It was not you I was trying to forget," he murmured.
Yosak drew him even closer, then kissed him possessively. There were times he did not like to share the young Sage with his numerous memories.
After a while Murata whispered: "You needn‘t have worried anyway."
Yosak’s eyes twinkled mischievously. "Meaning I‘m unforgettable ?"
Murata snorted and gently swatted his chin. "Wouldn‘t that be troublesome for a spy ?" Then his smile disappeared and he remarked more seriously: "No, just meaning I‘m really cursed."
"How so ?"
Murata hid his eyes against the skin on Yosak’s neck. It was not the first time he regretted remembering all his previous lives. "I really can‘t forget.".
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AN : I'd like to thank
hisoka44for beta-reading this story. For those who whished to know what else I had written (
mishi07) you can find it in my memories.
As well as Yuuri wanted to know what people would think of him in a different context, I wanted to see your reactions to my writing... but I really don't know what conclusions I should draw from this. ^^
Hanasha, aka Lily-Haydee
Fanfiction:
Title: Out of context
Author: me
Rating: G to PG
Pairing (if applicable): Conrad x Yuuri -- Murata x Yosak
Genre: (Humor, angst, action, romance, etc.) action and romance ?
Chapter (if applicable): ninth chapter.
Chapters : One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine
Comments (if applicable): Yuuri wanted to know what his friends would think of him if he had met them before they knew he was the Maou. You should be careful of what you wish for: you might get it.
Beta-read by
hisoka44hisoka44
Part 10: Out of Context
Last parts’ summary: Yuuri fell into a spring of oblivion and doesn’t remember anyone or anything of his past, not even his own name. Furthermore he now has a big hat on his head which hides his face. Yuuri stayed at a monastery and got a new name: Kasa. Gone on a mission to Shinmakoku’s capital and castle, he stayed with the demons.
~*****~
(Previously)
Stricken with despair, hope, joy, sadness, love and misery altogether he extended his arms towards the retreating figure and shouted:
"YUURI !"
~*****~
The small silhouette with the hat stopped abruptly and froze as well. Then, slowly, quietly, he fell down like a tree. As he hit the ground, his hat rolled away, as if it had but just been put upon his head and never fixed to it, revealing the youth‘s black hair.
Finally finding his legs again, Conrad rushed to the fallen king’s side, softly gathering him in his arms.
"Yuuri, Yuuri," he repeated over and over again, tears running unnoticed from his eyes. He was beating himself up for not noticing earlier, for not guessing, for failing Yuuri. "I‘m sorry, I‘m sorry," he whispered.
Yuuri’s face was pale and his eyes were closed, but he was conscious. Slowly, he opened wide black eyes, looked at Conrad, blinked and closed them again.
Conrad took that as a sign to act and stood up, scooping the king in his arms, ready to bring him back to the others, to his kingdom, to someplace more comfortable than the cold ground.
But as he started towards the main entrance Yuuri stopped him.
"No. To my room," he said in a feeble voice, tilting his head towards a smaller door, closer to the tower where he had lived as Kasa.
Conrad stopped, indecisive, torn between the part of him that wanted to go reassure the others and Yuuri’s obvious wish to remain alone for some more time. He did not hesitate long.
Looking around, he had noticed that things had rolled out of the hat and onto the ground: black clothes and Yuuri’s blue pendant. Careful not to drop Yuuri, he bent to pick everything up before he obeyed, carrying his king upstairs to the small room in the side tower.
~*****~
Gently, Conrad lay his king on the bed before he closed the door. Then he came back to the young man, sat on the bed and took his hand, wondering about his health.
Physically, Yuuri seemed to be all right, but his lost gaze accounted that not everything was right. The young man seemed lost in his memories coming back.
Carefully, Conrad pushed Yuuri’s hair to the side, away from his eyes. "I‘m sorry," he repeated.
He was apologising for everything: for not having found Yuuri, not having recognised him, for telling him his feelings, for the state he now saw him in.
Yuuri’s eyes were darkening, he looked more lively by the second. Then, after a short while, he turned his head to look at Conrad again.
"Don’t be sorry," he said.
"But I did not recognise you," Conrad regretted.
Yuuri shook his head. "If you wore a hat, acted like you did not know me and met me in a different context, I don‘t think I would have recognised you either," he explained. "Anyway you still did." His lips curled in a small shy smile.
"I‘m sorry." This time Yuuri understood Conrad was apologising about the rest, about his feelings for Yuuri.
"I don’t mind. It‘s all right," Yuuri tried to placate him, putting his hand on Conrad‘s arm.
"Don‘t you want to go tell them ?" Conrad asked. He felt egoistical, guilty, to keep Yuuri to himself like this.
"No." Yuuri shook his head. "Not yet. I need to sort my memories ; it‘s all scrambled up."
Uncomfortable, Conrad made to stand up. "I‘ll leave you alone, then." He would not have gone further than behind the door to guard it anyway, but if Yuuri needed peace and quiet...
Yuuri sat up and grasped his hand. "No."
Yuuri remembered the last few weeks very clearly, and now he remembered a lot more things, now he knew who he was. He thought back to his wish to know what everyone would think of him if they had met him differently and realised that more than putting him out of context for the others, this adventure had also put the others out of their usual context for him.
He knew who he was. He knew what he felt. He knew what he wanted.
He wanted to kiss Conrad, to make love to him. However, just as he bent closer to the brunet to do start doing so, Conrad’s arm stopped him.
"Let‘s make love, Conrad."
"Please, no," Conrad pleaded with him. "Not now, not like this." Not when no one else knew Yuuri was back, not when Yuuri’s mind was still confused from his memories coming back. "You would regret it."
Yuuri looked hard at Conrad before he reluctantly nodded. It was Conrad who would regret it, not him, but he agreed.
He leaned forward to put his arms around Conrad and hugged him firmly instead.
~*****~
The following morning, Conrad woke up by Yuuri’s side, in Yuuri’s arms. They had just held each other the whole night long.
Yuuri opened his eyes only seconds afterwards.
"Good morning." Yuuri smiled.
Conrad looked at Yuuri’s face for a few seconds, trying to find out if Yuuri had recovered all his memories yet, but he could not determine it.
"Good morning, your Majesty."
Yuuri winced.
"Yuuri."
Yuuri relaxed. Then he looked directly into Conrad’s eyes, and told him his wishes.
~*****~
Yuuri had wished to remain hidden until the evening. So Conrad had gone back to his normal occupations. He had spent most of the day at his desk, writing letters to the troops still searching for the king, calling them back. It also allowed him to avoid the others: he did not like the fact that he had to hide the truth from them, and yet he had to.
It was hard to believe that Yuuri was really back ; that Yuuri was Kasa, that Yuuri had told him he loved him back.
The day seemed to last an eternity before the ball finally began.
~*****~
They waited one hour after the music had started before finally heading up for the main hall. Hand in hand they walked through the deserted corridors. Yuuri took comfort in the warm contact. He had wanted to wait to be sure to meet everyone at once, but he was afraid. He was somewhat ashamed of his childish request to hide for a whole day, of the fact that he would enter the ballroom at Conrad’s arm. A pink hue tinted his cheeks.
Meanwhile Conrad was persuading himself he was just walking Yuuri back to the others, to his younger brother. Despite what Yuuri had said about loving him, he could not really believe it.
As they neared the music-filled hall, they met servants. Everyone stopped what they were doing to turn on their passage. The Maou, it was the Maou, his Majesty was back, walking hand in hand with Sir Weller to Sir Weller‘s engagement party.
Then finally, they arrived to the door. The double door was open. Catching a glimpse of Conrad and the small silhouette by his side, the announcer started: "Sir Weller and …" He meant to say his fiancé, but then he fully saw who this person was and nearly choked. He cleared his throat and announced louder: "His Majesty the Maou."
He almost needn’t have announced. Already everyone was turning towards the pair, frozen, bewildered. Where they had expected Kasa the foreigner to come in with the soldier, stood his Majesty. Yuuri was dressed in black, in his usual uniform, not the formal party one, with his free hand he was carrying Kasa’s wooden hat.
A feeling of certainty went through the crowd: Kasa had been the Maou all along. His Majesty was back.
They advanced towards the centre of the room, towards Wolfram, Gwendal, Gunther, and when they arrived, they stopped, Yuuri did not let go of Conrad‘s hand.
"You traitor," Wolfram stated.
Yuuri winced, taken aback, but quickly recovered. His tone was assured and decisive when he answered. "Yes." He had found a decision and now was the time to affirm it.
"I can‘t believe it," Wolfram went on, strangely almost calm.
"I like you Wolfram," Yuuri tried to explain. "But it‘s not the same. This is a choice I must make."
Murata had been watching the situation unfold, smiling, but he sensed that Wolfram was quickly loosing his patience and intervened.
"How did he recover his memory ?" He asked loudly, to no-one in particular.
"I called out his name to him last night," Conrad replied.
Murata’s smile widened. " Hmm… kinky," he said in a suggestive way.
Conrad blushed and Yuuri’s eyes widened at Murata’s comment.
Wolfram’s eyes shot murder and he stormed out.
"Wolfram." Yuuri called after him, but the blond demon did not listen.
By his side, Conrad looked at him and shook his head with a sad smile. Yuuri grasped the man’s hand tighter for a second and kept looking in the direction in which Wolfram had disappeared. In that direction was Gisela and she made him a small sign not to worry: she would keep an eye on him.
Yuuri hoped from the bottom of his heart that Wolfram could find some closure. As for him, he decided to hold tightly to what he had found in those past months. It might not be easy at first, but he would not let go of what he had gained, or of who he wanted.
THE END
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Epilogue/Omake
Yosak Guerrier was a spy, and as such, it was not a difficult thing to notice suspicious behaviour. It was even more the case when the person who was trying to leave the castle on the sly was your lover. Interrupting his task, he quietly made to follow the Great Sage.
Once he was outside the castle, Murata Ken’s behaviour returned to its norm. He walked down the slope without ever noticing he was followed. Yosak walked behind at some distance until the Sage arrived near a small pond and stopped.
This was said to be the spring of oblivion where the Maou had disappeared a few months ago.
Ever since he had had the idea that the king might have simply lost his memory, the other black-haired youth had been distracted, or rather, focused on this problem. He had done researches about those springs and their water.
Maybe this trip was not suspicious after all. Murata Ken was just here to do some more studies. But when the young man kneeled and reached for the water, Yosak noticed that his lover did not have any recipient in hand. Concerned, he neared the pond, but the black-haired young man was already raising his hand to his mouth and drinking.
"Keeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnn ! " Yosak shouted, rushing forwards, clasping the young man’s elbows in his hands.
Frantically, he shook the young man by the shoulders, repeating: "Your name is Murata Ken, your name is Murata Ken."
Murata stayed unfazed, seemingly unmoved by his lover’s panic, deep in thought. "Indeed it is."
Yosak stopped. Suddenly, after such an intense fear, he felt a rush of anger rise in him. "What did you think you were doing ?!" He shouted. "What if I had not been there ? Did you want to forget me ? What possessed you to do this ?"
Murata did not react to Yosak’s anger either. Finally, when the redhead started to vent off, Murata whispered softly: "I knew you would rescue me, I knew you were following me."
Yosak had lost his aggressiveness. "But why did you do that ?" He asked, defeated.
Murata let himself be pulled closer in the other man’s arms. "It was not you I was trying to forget," he murmured.
Yosak drew him even closer, then kissed him possessively. There were times he did not like to share the young Sage with his numerous memories.
After a while Murata whispered: "You needn‘t have worried anyway."
Yosak’s eyes twinkled mischievously. "Meaning I‘m unforgettable ?"
Murata snorted and gently swatted his chin. "Wouldn‘t that be troublesome for a spy ?" Then his smile disappeared and he remarked more seriously: "No, just meaning I‘m really cursed."
"How so ?"
Murata hid his eyes against the skin on Yosak’s neck. It was not the first time he regretted remembering all his previous lives. "I really can‘t forget.".
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AN : I'd like to thank
hisoka44for beta-reading this story. For those who whished to know what else I had written (
mishi07) you can find it in my memories.
As well as Yuuri wanted to know what people would think of him in a different context, I wanted to see your reactions to my writing... but I really don't know what conclusions I should draw from this. ^^
Hanasha, aka Lily-Haydee