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LJ MPreg day? O_ô
I swear, I wouldn't have cared, but... but.... MUSES! x_@ Worst thing in existance ever! Right up there there at the top of the list. Tieing for first place with plotbunnies.
This plot came into being in less than an hour.
8 pages! And I haven't even typed half of it. I'm just too tired to go on.
But 8 pages!!!! That's the longest fic I've written in MONTHS if not YEARS! First writer's block and now this! @_@. Muses, you know what? You're fired! All 29 of you!
Except the boys. They can stay.
And Yozak. He's nice on the eyes.
But the rest GOES!
Title: Unexpected
Fandom: Cross University RPG with Canon!Yuuri
Warnings: yaoi, M(ale)Preg(nancy)
Characters/couples: Yuuri/Omi, the KKM cast
Summary: Some points Jen missed when giving Yuuri "The Talk"
Rating: PG 13 for kissing and implied sex
Notes: There are so many points wrong with this fic that I can't even list them all. Here's an attempt:
1. devastating Wolfram, 2. Destroying my first OTP, 3. Traumatising myself in the process, 4. OMG MPreg!!!!, 5.Complete plot developed in one hour! 6. 8 Pages!
*points threatengly towards allira_dream* There, you got your crossover. Happy now? -_-*
“Mmmm... morning.”
Yuuri barely heard his fiancé's murmured greeting and burrowed deeper underneath the covers. The morning light was softly filtering through his closed eyelids, an indication that he should probably be getting up, but right now, that was the last thing on his mind. The warmth of Omi's skin against his was just too soothing and was already lulling him back to sleep. Arms, chest, stomach, legs, toes, he could feel them all and he snuggled deeper into the familiar embrace, drawing in Omi's smell.
“Mmmmmmnin'” was all he intended to murmur right now. All he wanted to do was bask in this wonderful feeling of closeness for the rest of the day, just like the cats liked to spend hours at a time on the balcony, stretched out in the sun.
He gave another sleepy hum when he felt a gentle kiss being pressed to his temple and another one a little deeper over his closed eyelid.
“C'mon Yuuri.... it's gone ten.” Even in his sleepy state, Yuuri couldn'thelp but note that the brunet's answer hardly sounded any more awake than he was and the half-hearted poke to his ribs only reinforced his opinion. Omi could be a lot more pursuasive if he wanted to. This was hardly a mild nuisance - and one that was easily averted by hugging the other close. Immediately the hands ceased their tender assaults and curled around his waist.
Strike one.
Yuuri slowly cracked an eye open to peer up at Omi's face, the face he so loved waking up to every morning.
“You're impossible, you know that?”
As expected, his lips were curved in a feigned pout, but ever so often the corners of his mouth would twitch traitorously and the amused glint in Omi warm blue eyes made it impossible for Yuuri not to smile.
Strike two.
He stretched up for a moment to press a lingering kiss to the underside of Omi's chin, leaving a trail of smaller kisses till he had reached his lips that no longer showed any trace of ill mood.
“Love you.”
He let his fingertips glide over Omi's face, barely a whisper over soft skin, before closing what little space was left between them.
The soft kiss deepened as eyes fluttered shut again, but any thought of sleep had been wiped off their minds.
Strike three and out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yuuri had left the house in a generally good mood this morning and he continued to smile to himself as he crossed a relatively busy street on his way to campus.
Soon he'd reached the small fountain he'd taken to using for his transfers to Shin Makoku, because using the bathtub at home had proven too dangerous. Nobody ever came to this little courtyard that had obviously been forgotten by the university gardeners, at least that was what Yuuri gathered from the way weeds had completely overrun the place.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, imagening the turrets of Blood Pledge Castle, the Kohi flapping their wings as they sailed over the city's market and the green meadows the soldier's horses grazed on; the images he always used to open the portal.
Ever since he'd gained the ability to control his interdimensional travels, Yuuri had made a point of checking up on his kindom at least once every two weeks, even if he had somewhat been slacking in that respect recently. There were no pressing matters of state that required his presence (at least by his definition, Günther and Gwendal of course thought otherwise).For the past years, Shin Makoku and its fellow countries had been prospering and apart from a few minor border disagreements that had been solved by diplomatic means, no political incidents had occured.
Yuuri often felt that apart from signing documents, he had nothing to do at all - a welcome excuse to spend more time on Earth, because even if he would sorely miss Shin Makoku and it's people if he truely lost the ability to visit this world, there was just too much happening at Cross at the moment.
And truth was, he missed Omi when he was away. He'd spend a few restless nights in his royal chambers, staring up at the velvet hangings of his bed until he finally drifted off to sleep in the early hours of the morning.
He was always particularly clingy when he'd returned to Earth, which always earned him confused looks from his fiancé, because of course Omi didn't understand. After all, only a few minutes had passed on Earth and he hadn't even noticed Yuuri was gone.
He'd considered telling him about Shin Makoku, but it just seemed too difficult.
How did one explain the concept of another world filled with dragons and flying skeletons and sword-weilding demons with the power to summon elements and do healing spells and...
Yuuri replayed the hypothetical situation in his head again.
“Hey love, how was your day? Really? Great. Hey, did I mention I'm the 27th Maou of a demon kingdom...? Oh yeah, and I have another fiancé there. His name is Wolfram ...”
Yeah, real smooth, Shibuya.
He swore he'd eventually tell Omi, but not now. Later.
Only that “later” had become almost 15 months now.
Yuuri took a deep breath and opened his eyes to the familiar sight of the whirling water.
“Everyone, I'm coming.” He muttered under his breath and hopped into the fountain.
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The trip had been a rough one this time. When he had finally resurfaced at the Shinou Temple, he had felt incredibly dizzy and sick to the stomach, but he'd pulled himself together, bacause people expected a more dignified behaviour from their king than throwing up infront of the temple maiden.
After a seemingly endless ride back to the castle, he'd collapsed onto his bed in the hopes of subduing this persistant nausea. But even as he lay there with his eyes pressed tightly shut it refused to die down completely.
Finally he gave in and sat up, only considerably slower than usual. Conrad of course was waiting for him outside his chambers and his smiling face did make the situation more bareable.
“Feeling better your Majesty? You still look pale.”
“Yuuri.” He corrected automatically, but gave a small smile. “I've been better, but it's okay.”
Yuuri saw no point in lying to Conrad, since the tall knight pretty much saw through him anyway.
“I could send for Gisela.”
The young king shook his head, which he regretted instantly. “Nah, it's just the ride here. Maybe I didn't pay enough attention to what I was doing. Anyway, I'll be fine.” he grinned sheepishly.
The other bowed his head silently and began walking down the corridor towards the royal office. “Gwendal and Günther have already asked for you. A lot of paperwork has piled up in your absence.”
Yuuri nodded solemly. There was no point in delaying the inevitable.
“I'm sorry I was away for so long.”
Almost half a year had passed in this dimension since his last visit.
“I'm sure life at University is keeping you busy.” Yuuri really did feel guilty at these words. It seemed Conrad's calm nature could be ruffled by nothing, but Yuuri thought he saw a knowing look in his eye that caused him to turn his head and quickly change the topic.
“By the way, where's Wolfram?”
“He's in the von Bielefeld territory, dealing with family business, but I dispatched a messenger when Ulrike told us you were coming. He should be here before nightfall.”
“Hmm.” Yuuri hummed thoughtfully. He never knew how to feel about the blond soldier. Even if he was always happy to see him, he always felt guilty.
So far he hadn't found the courage to tell him about Omi, even if it was a heavy burden on his conscience. Truth was, he was sure of his choice, but he didn't want to hurt the other's feelings. Yes, proposing had been his mistake - one he hadn't cared to correct for several years - but it hadn't been until he and Omi had become a couple that he was bothered by it. The fire elemental was in many ways his best friend - and he had wondered at times if he felt more deeply for the temperamental youth than he wanted to admit, but when it came down to it, his heart belonged to another.
He wondered if Wolfram had noticed this, because he seemed to evade Yuuri's eyes at times, especially when Yuuri had been staring off into space, as if the soldier knew he had been wondering what Omi was doing that moment. Also the ritualistic accusations of Yuuri being a cheater came far less often than usual.
But the most significant change of all had been that Wolfram had stopped sleeping in the same bed. One day, when Yuuri had laid awake, waiting for Wolfram to come to bed like he always did, the familiar footsteps had paused infront of the door, but then continued down the corridor.
Wolfram had never entered his chambers since.
“Your Majesty?”
“Hm? What?” Conrad's soft question jerked Yuuri back to the present, and he looked up, eyeing Conrad inquisitively.
“Down there.”
Yuuri followed the knight's gaze to see Greta waving up at him from the courtyard, bobbing up and down on the heels of her feet with joy. A true smile spread over Yuuri's face when he saw his daughter and raised his hands to his mouth. “I'll see you later , Greata. When I'm done with paperwork I'll read to you, I promise.”
The almost twelve year old girl nodded happily and called back: “Do your best, Yuuri.”
“Will do!” Yuuri laughed, waving back and finally turning towards where Conrad was holding open the door of his office for him.
Gwendal and Günther were already waiting for him.
“Your Majesty!” The royal advisor was at his side instantly, fussing worse than his mother would have done. “I hope you're feeling better now.”
“I'm fine, I'm fine.” With some difficulty he suppressed a groan. He had almost forgotten about it, but now the retching impulse was back again full strength.
“Are you sure, your Majesty? My daughter...”
“His Majesty said he is fine, Günther” Gwendal interrupted sharply from where he had been standing in a corner. Yuuri had never been this grateful for the man's presence. He had not felt up to an argument right now.
The oldest brother's face seemed to have adopted several more wrinkles during Yuuri's absence, which made him look more gloomy and thoughtful than ever
Wordlessly, Yuuri plopped down into his office chair and pulled the first stack of parchments towards him, and reached for quill and ink while scanning the topmost document. A list of tax payments from the territories of Shin Makoku.
He signed his name.
The next one contained a request from a Francshire merchant for the permission to open a business in Shin Makoku. Seemed fair enough. It would encourage more interaction between Mazoku and humans.
Again, Yuuri signed.
Over building permits, minor neighbourly disputes and receipts of construction costs, Yuuri soon fell into a stupor, Günther's steady stream of explanations reduced to a distant droning. It was almost pleasent, a feeling of having come home finally settling in. If only it weren't for his stomache acting up, it would have been perfect.
What was up with that anyway? He'd never had problems like these before. Actually, his trips back and forth between dimensions alwas reminded him of the rollercoster rides his dad used to take him for when he was young. Souma had always claimed they would help him later in his life and he'd turned out to be right. But now...?
Yuuri's musings were interrupted by the office door flying open to admit one Anissina von Khrennikov, who was meeting his gaze with a triumphant smile.
“Your Majesty!”
“Lady von Khrennikov! His Majesty is very busy!” Günther immediately tried to interject, but Anissina elegantly avoided the flustered advisor and stepped up to the desk.
“Your Majesty!” The redhead repeated “Welcome back.”
“Ahh, thank you.” Yuuri grinned. He could hear the vein in Gwendal's temple pulsating across the room. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
The woman smiled smugly.
”While you were away I have thought long and hard about your concerns about the deadly nature of our poacher traps in the dragons' sanctuary and I believe I have found a solution. The aim was of course to effectively deterr intruders, without causing them permanent damage, new traps that repell Mazoku and Humans alike. To achieve this I have invented....” Here she paused for dramatic effect and extended a jar. “...reveal-the-stinking-poachers-kun”
There was stunned silence.
“What?”
“The principle is very simple.” Anissina beamed. “You see, when a poacher approaches the reservation, , he may accidentally step on one of the capsules burried underground. These will subsequently release a a gas extracted from bearbee dung. The resulting smell will not only make it impossible for the offender to continue, but will also mark him to facilitate catching and punishing him later on. Let me demonstrate....”
Before any of the men could do so much as move, Anissina had deftly removed the jar's cork and the room was quickly filled with an incredible stench, that had everybody choking and - in Yuuri's case - retching.
“A remarkable idea...” Conrad coughed, somewhere near the door, only capable of speech because he had cleverly opened the door.
“Why yes, I had the idea when Lord Wolfram was having one of his little painting sessions. The paint had many interesting applications. Don't you agree your Majesty?”
Yuuri never managed to get in an answer because at this moment his breakfast made an unwelcome reappearance.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“You should have called for me before!” Gisela reprimanded as she began her examination, removing the heavy sheets Yuuri had been wrapped in after his little escapade in the office.
“I'm fine!” Yuuri insisted, reluctantly surrendering to the healer opening his pyjama shirt.
“Since when is throwing up all over papers of state fine?” Wolfram interjected from where he was standing at the end of Yuuri's bed.
The blond soldier had arrived just as Yuuri'd been supported into to his bed. He'd stormed into the room as he was, his boots and travelling cloak dusty from the journey and had refused to leave Yuuri's side until Yuuri agreed to have a healer check up on him.
“It was the bearbee dung.” Yuuri protested, even if he knew it was futile. Meanwhile Gisela's skilled fingers were probing his stomache.
“My father tells me you were feeling unwell ever since your arrival.” She stated calmly. Her eyes remained closed, as if she didn't need them to see, because what mattered in her line of work was the inner eye. Then again, Yuuri reminded himself, her examination probably encompassed more than just the physical componant.
“That's what a wimp gets for trying to be a hero.”
Yuuri was just about to argue back to the petulant blond, when Gisela's hands stilled suddenly and her green eyes blinked open, mouth forming a surprised “o”.
“Your Majesty... congratulations!”
Yuuri's mouth was still hanging wide-open when he turned towards the healer.
“I didn't even know you and Lord Wolfram had been trying. How delightful.”
Trying? Yuuri thought, Trying what exactly?
His actual reply was less articulate: “ Huh?”
Gisela however continued as if he had not spoken at all: “It shouldn't have been possible at all, of course, but one could have expected that his Majesty the Maou is special in that respect. But you really should have consulted me before...“
Yuuri could make neither heads nor tails of what Gisela was saying. He blinked wordlessly, trying to find a moment he could get a few questions in, but before any such moment arrived, the door slammed shut loudly.
“Wolfram?”
There was noone in the room with them any longer.
“Oh my, I'm sorry, I didn't know.” Gisela's voice was subdued and worried, her hands where folded in her lap. All this did nothing to allieviate his confusion.
Right now the young king was seriously completely lost. Something was definately very wrong, that much he had gathered from Wolram storming off, but what exactly escaped him. He needed answers.
“What didn't you know?”
“He really isn't the father? You've never ....slept with him?”
“NO!!” Yuuri exclaimed before the strangeness of the statement settled in. “Of Course I've never.... wait... the father? Of course he's Greta's father.What does that..?”
“No, your Majesty, not the princess, I mean your child...”
“...”
Yuuri stared blankly.
“The baby you're carrying?”
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TBC when I've had some sleep
I swear, I wouldn't have cared, but... but.... MUSES! x_@ Worst thing in existance ever! Right up there there at the top of the list. Tieing for first place with plotbunnies.
This plot came into being in less than an hour.
8 pages! And I haven't even typed half of it. I'm just too tired to go on.
But 8 pages!!!! That's the longest fic I've written in MONTHS if not YEARS! First writer's block and now this! @_@. Muses, you know what? You're fired! All 29 of you!
Except the boys. They can stay.
And Yozak. He's nice on the eyes.
But the rest GOES!
Title: Unexpected
Fandom: Cross University RPG with Canon!Yuuri
Warnings: yaoi, M(ale)Preg(nancy)
Characters/couples: Yuuri/Omi, the KKM cast
Summary: Some points Jen missed when giving Yuuri "The Talk"
Rating: PG 13 for kissing and implied sex
Notes: There are so many points wrong with this fic that I can't even list them all. Here's an attempt:
1. devastating Wolfram, 2. Destroying my first OTP, 3. Traumatising myself in the process, 4. OMG MPreg!!!!, 5.Complete plot developed in one hour! 6. 8 Pages!
*points threatengly towards allira_dream* There, you got your crossover. Happy now? -_-*
“Mmmm... morning.”
Yuuri barely heard his fiancé's murmured greeting and burrowed deeper underneath the covers. The morning light was softly filtering through his closed eyelids, an indication that he should probably be getting up, but right now, that was the last thing on his mind. The warmth of Omi's skin against his was just too soothing and was already lulling him back to sleep. Arms, chest, stomach, legs, toes, he could feel them all and he snuggled deeper into the familiar embrace, drawing in Omi's smell.
“Mmmmmmnin'” was all he intended to murmur right now. All he wanted to do was bask in this wonderful feeling of closeness for the rest of the day, just like the cats liked to spend hours at a time on the balcony, stretched out in the sun.
He gave another sleepy hum when he felt a gentle kiss being pressed to his temple and another one a little deeper over his closed eyelid.
“C'mon Yuuri.... it's gone ten.” Even in his sleepy state, Yuuri couldn'thelp but note that the brunet's answer hardly sounded any more awake than he was and the half-hearted poke to his ribs only reinforced his opinion. Omi could be a lot more pursuasive if he wanted to. This was hardly a mild nuisance - and one that was easily averted by hugging the other close. Immediately the hands ceased their tender assaults and curled around his waist.
Strike one.
Yuuri slowly cracked an eye open to peer up at Omi's face, the face he so loved waking up to every morning.
“You're impossible, you know that?”
As expected, his lips were curved in a feigned pout, but ever so often the corners of his mouth would twitch traitorously and the amused glint in Omi warm blue eyes made it impossible for Yuuri not to smile.
Strike two.
He stretched up for a moment to press a lingering kiss to the underside of Omi's chin, leaving a trail of smaller kisses till he had reached his lips that no longer showed any trace of ill mood.
“Love you.”
He let his fingertips glide over Omi's face, barely a whisper over soft skin, before closing what little space was left between them.
The soft kiss deepened as eyes fluttered shut again, but any thought of sleep had been wiped off their minds.
Strike three and out.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Yuuri had left the house in a generally good mood this morning and he continued to smile to himself as he crossed a relatively busy street on his way to campus.
Soon he'd reached the small fountain he'd taken to using for his transfers to Shin Makoku, because using the bathtub at home had proven too dangerous. Nobody ever came to this little courtyard that had obviously been forgotten by the university gardeners, at least that was what Yuuri gathered from the way weeds had completely overrun the place.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, imagening the turrets of Blood Pledge Castle, the Kohi flapping their wings as they sailed over the city's market and the green meadows the soldier's horses grazed on; the images he always used to open the portal.
Ever since he'd gained the ability to control his interdimensional travels, Yuuri had made a point of checking up on his kindom at least once every two weeks, even if he had somewhat been slacking in that respect recently. There were no pressing matters of state that required his presence (at least by his definition, Günther and Gwendal of course thought otherwise).For the past years, Shin Makoku and its fellow countries had been prospering and apart from a few minor border disagreements that had been solved by diplomatic means, no political incidents had occured.
Yuuri often felt that apart from signing documents, he had nothing to do at all - a welcome excuse to spend more time on Earth, because even if he would sorely miss Shin Makoku and it's people if he truely lost the ability to visit this world, there was just too much happening at Cross at the moment.
And truth was, he missed Omi when he was away. He'd spend a few restless nights in his royal chambers, staring up at the velvet hangings of his bed until he finally drifted off to sleep in the early hours of the morning.
He was always particularly clingy when he'd returned to Earth, which always earned him confused looks from his fiancé, because of course Omi didn't understand. After all, only a few minutes had passed on Earth and he hadn't even noticed Yuuri was gone.
He'd considered telling him about Shin Makoku, but it just seemed too difficult.
How did one explain the concept of another world filled with dragons and flying skeletons and sword-weilding demons with the power to summon elements and do healing spells and...
Yuuri replayed the hypothetical situation in his head again.
“Hey love, how was your day? Really? Great. Hey, did I mention I'm the 27th Maou of a demon kingdom...? Oh yeah, and I have another fiancé there. His name is Wolfram ...”
Yeah, real smooth, Shibuya.
He swore he'd eventually tell Omi, but not now. Later.
Only that “later” had become almost 15 months now.
Yuuri took a deep breath and opened his eyes to the familiar sight of the whirling water.
“Everyone, I'm coming.” He muttered under his breath and hopped into the fountain.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The trip had been a rough one this time. When he had finally resurfaced at the Shinou Temple, he had felt incredibly dizzy and sick to the stomach, but he'd pulled himself together, bacause people expected a more dignified behaviour from their king than throwing up infront of the temple maiden.
After a seemingly endless ride back to the castle, he'd collapsed onto his bed in the hopes of subduing this persistant nausea. But even as he lay there with his eyes pressed tightly shut it refused to die down completely.
Finally he gave in and sat up, only considerably slower than usual. Conrad of course was waiting for him outside his chambers and his smiling face did make the situation more bareable.
“Feeling better your Majesty? You still look pale.”
“Yuuri.” He corrected automatically, but gave a small smile. “I've been better, but it's okay.”
Yuuri saw no point in lying to Conrad, since the tall knight pretty much saw through him anyway.
“I could send for Gisela.”
The young king shook his head, which he regretted instantly. “Nah, it's just the ride here. Maybe I didn't pay enough attention to what I was doing. Anyway, I'll be fine.” he grinned sheepishly.
The other bowed his head silently and began walking down the corridor towards the royal office. “Gwendal and Günther have already asked for you. A lot of paperwork has piled up in your absence.”
Yuuri nodded solemly. There was no point in delaying the inevitable.
“I'm sorry I was away for so long.”
Almost half a year had passed in this dimension since his last visit.
“I'm sure life at University is keeping you busy.” Yuuri really did feel guilty at these words. It seemed Conrad's calm nature could be ruffled by nothing, but Yuuri thought he saw a knowing look in his eye that caused him to turn his head and quickly change the topic.
“By the way, where's Wolfram?”
“He's in the von Bielefeld territory, dealing with family business, but I dispatched a messenger when Ulrike told us you were coming. He should be here before nightfall.”
“Hmm.” Yuuri hummed thoughtfully. He never knew how to feel about the blond soldier. Even if he was always happy to see him, he always felt guilty.
So far he hadn't found the courage to tell him about Omi, even if it was a heavy burden on his conscience. Truth was, he was sure of his choice, but he didn't want to hurt the other's feelings. Yes, proposing had been his mistake - one he hadn't cared to correct for several years - but it hadn't been until he and Omi had become a couple that he was bothered by it. The fire elemental was in many ways his best friend - and he had wondered at times if he felt more deeply for the temperamental youth than he wanted to admit, but when it came down to it, his heart belonged to another.
He wondered if Wolfram had noticed this, because he seemed to evade Yuuri's eyes at times, especially when Yuuri had been staring off into space, as if the soldier knew he had been wondering what Omi was doing that moment. Also the ritualistic accusations of Yuuri being a cheater came far less often than usual.
But the most significant change of all had been that Wolfram had stopped sleeping in the same bed. One day, when Yuuri had laid awake, waiting for Wolfram to come to bed like he always did, the familiar footsteps had paused infront of the door, but then continued down the corridor.
Wolfram had never entered his chambers since.
“Your Majesty?”
“Hm? What?” Conrad's soft question jerked Yuuri back to the present, and he looked up, eyeing Conrad inquisitively.
“Down there.”
Yuuri followed the knight's gaze to see Greta waving up at him from the courtyard, bobbing up and down on the heels of her feet with joy. A true smile spread over Yuuri's face when he saw his daughter and raised his hands to his mouth. “I'll see you later , Greata. When I'm done with paperwork I'll read to you, I promise.”
The almost twelve year old girl nodded happily and called back: “Do your best, Yuuri.”
“Will do!” Yuuri laughed, waving back and finally turning towards where Conrad was holding open the door of his office for him.
Gwendal and Günther were already waiting for him.
“Your Majesty!” The royal advisor was at his side instantly, fussing worse than his mother would have done. “I hope you're feeling better now.”
“I'm fine, I'm fine.” With some difficulty he suppressed a groan. He had almost forgotten about it, but now the retching impulse was back again full strength.
“Are you sure, your Majesty? My daughter...”
“His Majesty said he is fine, Günther” Gwendal interrupted sharply from where he had been standing in a corner. Yuuri had never been this grateful for the man's presence. He had not felt up to an argument right now.
The oldest brother's face seemed to have adopted several more wrinkles during Yuuri's absence, which made him look more gloomy and thoughtful than ever
Wordlessly, Yuuri plopped down into his office chair and pulled the first stack of parchments towards him, and reached for quill and ink while scanning the topmost document. A list of tax payments from the territories of Shin Makoku.
He signed his name.
The next one contained a request from a Francshire merchant for the permission to open a business in Shin Makoku. Seemed fair enough. It would encourage more interaction between Mazoku and humans.
Again, Yuuri signed.
Over building permits, minor neighbourly disputes and receipts of construction costs, Yuuri soon fell into a stupor, Günther's steady stream of explanations reduced to a distant droning. It was almost pleasent, a feeling of having come home finally settling in. If only it weren't for his stomache acting up, it would have been perfect.
What was up with that anyway? He'd never had problems like these before. Actually, his trips back and forth between dimensions alwas reminded him of the rollercoster rides his dad used to take him for when he was young. Souma had always claimed they would help him later in his life and he'd turned out to be right. But now...?
Yuuri's musings were interrupted by the office door flying open to admit one Anissina von Khrennikov, who was meeting his gaze with a triumphant smile.
“Your Majesty!”
“Lady von Khrennikov! His Majesty is very busy!” Günther immediately tried to interject, but Anissina elegantly avoided the flustered advisor and stepped up to the desk.
“Your Majesty!” The redhead repeated “Welcome back.”
“Ahh, thank you.” Yuuri grinned. He could hear the vein in Gwendal's temple pulsating across the room. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
The woman smiled smugly.
”While you were away I have thought long and hard about your concerns about the deadly nature of our poacher traps in the dragons' sanctuary and I believe I have found a solution. The aim was of course to effectively deterr intruders, without causing them permanent damage, new traps that repell Mazoku and Humans alike. To achieve this I have invented....” Here she paused for dramatic effect and extended a jar. “...reveal-the-stinking-poachers-kun”
There was stunned silence.
“What?”
“The principle is very simple.” Anissina beamed. “You see, when a poacher approaches the reservation, , he may accidentally step on one of the capsules burried underground. These will subsequently release a a gas extracted from bearbee dung. The resulting smell will not only make it impossible for the offender to continue, but will also mark him to facilitate catching and punishing him later on. Let me demonstrate....”
Before any of the men could do so much as move, Anissina had deftly removed the jar's cork and the room was quickly filled with an incredible stench, that had everybody choking and - in Yuuri's case - retching.
“A remarkable idea...” Conrad coughed, somewhere near the door, only capable of speech because he had cleverly opened the door.
“Why yes, I had the idea when Lord Wolfram was having one of his little painting sessions. The paint had many interesting applications. Don't you agree your Majesty?”
Yuuri never managed to get in an answer because at this moment his breakfast made an unwelcome reappearance.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“You should have called for me before!” Gisela reprimanded as she began her examination, removing the heavy sheets Yuuri had been wrapped in after his little escapade in the office.
“I'm fine!” Yuuri insisted, reluctantly surrendering to the healer opening his pyjama shirt.
“Since when is throwing up all over papers of state fine?” Wolfram interjected from where he was standing at the end of Yuuri's bed.
The blond soldier had arrived just as Yuuri'd been supported into to his bed. He'd stormed into the room as he was, his boots and travelling cloak dusty from the journey and had refused to leave Yuuri's side until Yuuri agreed to have a healer check up on him.
“It was the bearbee dung.” Yuuri protested, even if he knew it was futile. Meanwhile Gisela's skilled fingers were probing his stomache.
“My father tells me you were feeling unwell ever since your arrival.” She stated calmly. Her eyes remained closed, as if she didn't need them to see, because what mattered in her line of work was the inner eye. Then again, Yuuri reminded himself, her examination probably encompassed more than just the physical componant.
“That's what a wimp gets for trying to be a hero.”
Yuuri was just about to argue back to the petulant blond, when Gisela's hands stilled suddenly and her green eyes blinked open, mouth forming a surprised “o”.
“Your Majesty... congratulations!”
Yuuri's mouth was still hanging wide-open when he turned towards the healer.
“I didn't even know you and Lord Wolfram had been trying. How delightful.”
Trying? Yuuri thought, Trying what exactly?
His actual reply was less articulate: “ Huh?”
Gisela however continued as if he had not spoken at all: “It shouldn't have been possible at all, of course, but one could have expected that his Majesty the Maou is special in that respect. But you really should have consulted me before...“
Yuuri could make neither heads nor tails of what Gisela was saying. He blinked wordlessly, trying to find a moment he could get a few questions in, but before any such moment arrived, the door slammed shut loudly.
“Wolfram?”
There was noone in the room with them any longer.
“Oh my, I'm sorry, I didn't know.” Gisela's voice was subdued and worried, her hands where folded in her lap. All this did nothing to allieviate his confusion.
Right now the young king was seriously completely lost. Something was definately very wrong, that much he had gathered from Wolram storming off, but what exactly escaped him. He needed answers.
“What didn't you know?”
“He really isn't the father? You've never ....slept with him?”
“NO!!” Yuuri exclaimed before the strangeness of the statement settled in. “Of Course I've never.... wait... the father? Of course he's Greta's father.What does that..?”
“No, your Majesty, not the princess, I mean your child...”
“...”
Yuuri stared blankly.
“The baby you're carrying?”
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TBC when I've had some sleep