Kyou Kara Maou: Gwendal & Yozak...Insanity!
Title: Insanity, part II: Absurdity
AuthorL shayheyred
Theme: Five moments of insanity
Rating: G
A/N: WTF is up with Gwendal's master spy?
Utterly absurd.
The headache that had been lurking behind Gwendal's eyes all day pulsed a little more sharply, and he squeezed the bridge of his nose to hold it at bay. Bad enough he had a mountain of paperwork to redo after His Majesty Yuuri had completed it -- badly -- the first time. And annoying enough that Wolfram was currently outside his window bellowing shrilly at the aforementioned Yuuri in a voice that stabbed Gwendal's skull like a dull blade. And just now he'd had to endure Gunter frothing at the mouth about something insignificant -- something to do with bear bees and Anissina and the kitchen staff and Greta's birthday cake, if he understood it correctly, not that he wanted to understand it, and it'd taken all his strength to force Gunter out of his office. To top it all off, it was the hottest day on record for Shin Makoku.
Gwendal slid a finger under his collar. His uniform was soaking and his hair clung wetly to his brow.
And now -- this utter ridiculousness!
Gwendal put down his pen carefully, and placed both hands on the desk, taking a deep breath before finally raising his eyes. Yes. Yozak Gurrier was still there, still sitting on the edge of his desk, still dressed in a maid's uniform. Not a hallucination, then.
Gwendal cleared his throat. "Gurrier," he said in a measured tone, "what exactly do you want?"
"Ah, captain," Yozak said, grinning broadly, and Gwendal was too tired to point out that he wasn't the fellow's captain, he wasn't a captain at all, in fact, he was a lord, and not to be spoken to so familiarly. "Captain, was wonderin' if you'd like to join me for a drink?"
"A drink." Perhaps he was going mad. It was possible, after all, what with the heat and the hysterics from Gunter and the high-pitched noise from Wolfram in the courtyard below. "You want me to have a drink. With you."
"Sure! It's a hot day...thought a nice cold ale might do us both good." Yozak shifted his position, flashing a bare muscular leg from under the frilly dress.
Gwendal's eye twitched. Damn the man -- why was he dressed this way? Gwendal couldn't remember assigning him an undercover operation that would require him to be in skirts. He cleared his throat again. "Why--"
But Yozak interrupted, standing up and leaning over the desk so that his cleavage -- or lack thereof -- loomed directly in Gwendal's sight. "So? Say yes! I'll buy the first round. Nice, cold drink'll set you right."
The uncontrollable fluttering of Gwendal's eyelid was beginning to annoy him. Every time he blinked Gurrier looked slightly different: obviously male and muscular, then oddly female in a largish sort of way, then rough, then almost pretty. The effect disturbed Gwendal's composure; no matter how hard he tried he couldn't quite get a fix on whether the master spy looked manly or feminine. "I, erm--"
"C'mon, captain. Live a little. It's hot in here and that paperwork'll wait."
He wanted to protest; he wanted to throw Gurrier -- whether he was a woman or a wolf in sheep's clothing -- out of the office. But instead Gwendal found himself standing, and then moving forward, and then he was outside the door and Gurrier was shutting it behind them, and the mad fellow had a grin on his face, and when Gwendal peered at him sideways he was really quite handsome...or pretty, depending on the angle, which Gwendal thought should disturb him more than it did.
And maybe it was just heat stroke, or maybe he'd gone mad himself, but after the third ale, Gwendal forgot to remember which.
And somewhat after that, when the heat didn't seem to affect him any more and he'd quite forgotten about Wolfram, Gunter, Anissina and Yuuri -- the whole lot of 'em! and he'd just found out why Gurrier liked wearing that damn dress -- well, by then it didn't really matter at all.
AuthorL shayheyred
Theme: Five moments of insanity
Rating: G
A/N: WTF is up with Gwendal's master spy?
Utterly absurd.
The headache that had been lurking behind Gwendal's eyes all day pulsed a little more sharply, and he squeezed the bridge of his nose to hold it at bay. Bad enough he had a mountain of paperwork to redo after His Majesty Yuuri had completed it -- badly -- the first time. And annoying enough that Wolfram was currently outside his window bellowing shrilly at the aforementioned Yuuri in a voice that stabbed Gwendal's skull like a dull blade. And just now he'd had to endure Gunter frothing at the mouth about something insignificant -- something to do with bear bees and Anissina and the kitchen staff and Greta's birthday cake, if he understood it correctly, not that he wanted to understand it, and it'd taken all his strength to force Gunter out of his office. To top it all off, it was the hottest day on record for Shin Makoku.
Gwendal slid a finger under his collar. His uniform was soaking and his hair clung wetly to his brow.
And now -- this utter ridiculousness!
Gwendal put down his pen carefully, and placed both hands on the desk, taking a deep breath before finally raising his eyes. Yes. Yozak Gurrier was still there, still sitting on the edge of his desk, still dressed in a maid's uniform. Not a hallucination, then.
Gwendal cleared his throat. "Gurrier," he said in a measured tone, "what exactly do you want?"
"Ah, captain," Yozak said, grinning broadly, and Gwendal was too tired to point out that he wasn't the fellow's captain, he wasn't a captain at all, in fact, he was a lord, and not to be spoken to so familiarly. "Captain, was wonderin' if you'd like to join me for a drink?"
"A drink." Perhaps he was going mad. It was possible, after all, what with the heat and the hysterics from Gunter and the high-pitched noise from Wolfram in the courtyard below. "You want me to have a drink. With you."
"Sure! It's a hot day...thought a nice cold ale might do us both good." Yozak shifted his position, flashing a bare muscular leg from under the frilly dress.
Gwendal's eye twitched. Damn the man -- why was he dressed this way? Gwendal couldn't remember assigning him an undercover operation that would require him to be in skirts. He cleared his throat again. "Why--"
But Yozak interrupted, standing up and leaning over the desk so that his cleavage -- or lack thereof -- loomed directly in Gwendal's sight. "So? Say yes! I'll buy the first round. Nice, cold drink'll set you right."
The uncontrollable fluttering of Gwendal's eyelid was beginning to annoy him. Every time he blinked Gurrier looked slightly different: obviously male and muscular, then oddly female in a largish sort of way, then rough, then almost pretty. The effect disturbed Gwendal's composure; no matter how hard he tried he couldn't quite get a fix on whether the master spy looked manly or feminine. "I, erm--"
"C'mon, captain. Live a little. It's hot in here and that paperwork'll wait."
He wanted to protest; he wanted to throw Gurrier -- whether he was a woman or a wolf in sheep's clothing -- out of the office. But instead Gwendal found himself standing, and then moving forward, and then he was outside the door and Gurrier was shutting it behind them, and the mad fellow had a grin on his face, and when Gwendal peered at him sideways he was really quite handsome...or pretty, depending on the angle, which Gwendal thought should disturb him more than it did.
And maybe it was just heat stroke, or maybe he'd gone mad himself, but after the third ale, Gwendal forgot to remember which.
And somewhat after that, when the heat didn't seem to affect him any more and he'd quite forgotten about Wolfram, Gunter, Anissina and Yuuri -- the whole lot of 'em! and he'd just found out why Gurrier liked wearing that damn dress -- well, by then it didn't really matter at all.