Sneak, sneak, wait what's that? [Kyo Kara Moah, Gwendal/Yuuri, PG]
Title: Sneak, sneak, wait what's that?
Author: rosethornli
Rating: PG
Warnings: A Very Scared Yuuri because Gwendal does the foreboding look so well.
Word Count: 800~
A/N: Well, this is very late. And short. I do apologize! Real life, unfortunate as the case may be, comes before fandom.
June 7th-- Kyou Kara Maoh, Gwendal/Yuuri: Jealousy - "So I'm not allowed to have friends?"
Summary: Yuuri sneaks away from studying and is discovered.
‘Sorry, Gunter,’ Yuuri mentally apologized, back pushed flush against the wall as he snuck away. ‘I really don’t want to know any more about the Thrid Demon Lord's collection of foreign eggshells.’ He was glad to hear the pounding footsteps of the guards and their shouts of “Your Majesty!” heading in the opposite direction.
Making slow, cautious movements, body pressed against the walling in an overreaching way, the Maoh went through the list of places he could hide. ‘The garden’s out, they’d look there first. Wolfram’s with Greta in the bedroom… Agh, Conrad! I need you!’ Sometimes when he thought like that, the man just showed up, as if called by some telepathic signal.
Not today.
Yuuri heard voices from around the next bend; too late, he had already taken a step forward. Front now facing the next corridor, he caught a glimpse of the speakers. Quickly turning away and pressing himself against the wall in a panic, Yuuri could feel his heart racing from fear, because one of the people around the corner was Gwendal.
Gwendal scared him, still. The man was nice enough, sometimes, but just so serious about everything and--
Wait a minute, who was Gwendal talking to?
Curiosity overrode Yuuri’s better sense, and he snuck a peek around the corner, being very, very careful. What he saw nearly made him gasp, but he clasped a hand over his mouth before a sound could escape.
Gwendal von Voltaire was laughing and leaning against a fellow in a solder’s uniform, using the man’s shoulder as an armrest. He was nearly bent over from laughter, and actually smiling. (The soldier looked familiar, someone from the palace guard, but Yuuri couldn’t place a name to his face.)
Breathing heavily, Yuuri hugged the wall most tightly, shocked. Gwendal’s casualness with the man sparked something in him; so did the lord’s carefree smile (well, as carefree as Gwendal’s natural scowl would allow). Was he his friend, the soldier? ‘Or something more?’ The people of Shin Makoku’s thoughts were different than the people of Earth’s, and this train of thought was too distracting when he was sneaking away from lessons and people were coming.
He heard the sharp, even click of shoes on the masonry and realized that the two had said their farewells and either the soldier or Gwendal were coming his way. Yuuri very much hoped it was the soldier, because he could handle the “Your Majesty”s and bowing but with Gwendal, well, and he could admit he wasn’t as good at sneaking around as he generally thought if only it wasn’t Gwendal. (The man had a sixth sense or something, Yuuri was sure, because he always knew when someone was watching, when someone was there.)
A person rounded the corner and--
Yuuri couldn’t move; Gwendal loomed over him, clearly displeased , all deep frown and furrowed brows making his face into a foreboding mask. Yuuri much preferred the smile from before, the one the soldier gave him, that lightened up Gwendal’s gloominess and brought out the handsomeness of the Lord’s features, and really, if his heart hadn’t been pounding from fear, Yuuri might have thought--
Eep! Gwendal lips were moving; he must be talking!
“Are you lost, Your Majesty?” Gwendal asked, tone so polite he could be talking to anyone, any stranger. In fact, it was just the voice he had used when addressing a fairly rude foreign diplomat that morning.
“N-no, Gwendal-san, I was just-” Yuuri franticly tried to think of an excuse other than ‘running way from Gunter’. He really didn’t want to add disappointment or a reproachful tinge to that already menacing glare; he felt two inches tall and about to be stepped on.
“Then I expect you can find your way. If you will excuse me, Your Majesty.” Gwendal strode briskly past Yuuri, coattails brushing the boy’s arm as his king stammered, “Y-yes, er, of course--” But the man was down the hallway and out of earshot before Yuuri could finish his sentence.
Yuuri slumped against the wall with a sigh, heart rate receding to a normal level. Gwenal was scary; but something about that smile kept tugging at the edges of his thoughts.
“Your Maaaajestyyyyyyy~~” a voice called desperately. Cringing, the person being addressed turned toward the noise. ‘Gunter,’ Yuuri thought; he could see the hearts his teacher projected from two corridors away. Too close for comfort.
Taking off in the other direction, he sought to get as far away from the man as possible. ‘Five hours memorizing the habits of past Demon Lords is enough!’ He really, really didn’t want to go back to the studying and the never ending books. ‘Sorry, Gunter!’
Thoughts of Gwendal fled (but not for long) with the approach of a threat.
Author: rosethornli
Rating: PG
Warnings: A Very Scared Yuuri because Gwendal does the foreboding look so well.
Word Count: 800~
A/N: Well, this is very late. And short. I do apologize! Real life, unfortunate as the case may be, comes before fandom.
June 7th-- Kyou Kara Maoh, Gwendal/Yuuri: Jealousy - "So I'm not allowed to have friends?"
Summary: Yuuri sneaks away from studying and is discovered.
‘Sorry, Gunter,’ Yuuri mentally apologized, back pushed flush against the wall as he snuck away. ‘I really don’t want to know any more about the Thrid Demon Lord's collection of foreign eggshells.’ He was glad to hear the pounding footsteps of the guards and their shouts of “Your Majesty!” heading in the opposite direction.
Making slow, cautious movements, body pressed against the walling in an overreaching way, the Maoh went through the list of places he could hide. ‘The garden’s out, they’d look there first. Wolfram’s with Greta in the bedroom… Agh, Conrad! I need you!’ Sometimes when he thought like that, the man just showed up, as if called by some telepathic signal.
Not today.
Yuuri heard voices from around the next bend; too late, he had already taken a step forward. Front now facing the next corridor, he caught a glimpse of the speakers. Quickly turning away and pressing himself against the wall in a panic, Yuuri could feel his heart racing from fear, because one of the people around the corner was Gwendal.
Gwendal scared him, still. The man was nice enough, sometimes, but just so serious about everything and--
Wait a minute, who was Gwendal talking to?
Curiosity overrode Yuuri’s better sense, and he snuck a peek around the corner, being very, very careful. What he saw nearly made him gasp, but he clasped a hand over his mouth before a sound could escape.
Gwendal von Voltaire was laughing and leaning against a fellow in a solder’s uniform, using the man’s shoulder as an armrest. He was nearly bent over from laughter, and actually smiling. (The soldier looked familiar, someone from the palace guard, but Yuuri couldn’t place a name to his face.)
Breathing heavily, Yuuri hugged the wall most tightly, shocked. Gwendal’s casualness with the man sparked something in him; so did the lord’s carefree smile (well, as carefree as Gwendal’s natural scowl would allow). Was he his friend, the soldier? ‘Or something more?’ The people of Shin Makoku’s thoughts were different than the people of Earth’s, and this train of thought was too distracting when he was sneaking away from lessons and people were coming.
He heard the sharp, even click of shoes on the masonry and realized that the two had said their farewells and either the soldier or Gwendal were coming his way. Yuuri very much hoped it was the soldier, because he could handle the “Your Majesty”s and bowing but with Gwendal, well, and he could admit he wasn’t as good at sneaking around as he generally thought if only it wasn’t Gwendal. (The man had a sixth sense or something, Yuuri was sure, because he always knew when someone was watching, when someone was there.)
A person rounded the corner and--
Yuuri couldn’t move; Gwendal loomed over him, clearly displeased , all deep frown and furrowed brows making his face into a foreboding mask. Yuuri much preferred the smile from before, the one the soldier gave him, that lightened up Gwendal’s gloominess and brought out the handsomeness of the Lord’s features, and really, if his heart hadn’t been pounding from fear, Yuuri might have thought--
Eep! Gwendal lips were moving; he must be talking!
“Are you lost, Your Majesty?” Gwendal asked, tone so polite he could be talking to anyone, any stranger. In fact, it was just the voice he had used when addressing a fairly rude foreign diplomat that morning.
“N-no, Gwendal-san, I was just-” Yuuri franticly tried to think of an excuse other than ‘running way from Gunter’. He really didn’t want to add disappointment or a reproachful tinge to that already menacing glare; he felt two inches tall and about to be stepped on.
“Then I expect you can find your way. If you will excuse me, Your Majesty.” Gwendal strode briskly past Yuuri, coattails brushing the boy’s arm as his king stammered, “Y-yes, er, of course--” But the man was down the hallway and out of earshot before Yuuri could finish his sentence.
Yuuri slumped against the wall with a sigh, heart rate receding to a normal level. Gwenal was scary; but something about that smile kept tugging at the edges of his thoughts.
“Your Maaaajestyyyyyyy~~” a voice called desperately. Cringing, the person being addressed turned toward the noise. ‘Gunter,’ Yuuri thought; he could see the hearts his teacher projected from two corridors away. Too close for comfort.
Taking off in the other direction, he sought to get as far away from the man as possible. ‘Five hours memorizing the habits of past Demon Lords is enough!’ He really, really didn’t want to go back to the studying and the never ending books. ‘Sorry, Gunter!’
Thoughts of Gwendal fled (but not for long) with the approach of a threat.