[Fic] [Round 17] Could it be?! The Reason for Your Insomnia!, G
Author: The JohhnyMcKilt Productions
Characters/Pairings: T-Zhou/Yuuri
Word Count: 1255
Rating: G
Warnings: season 3 time period and references
Theme/Prompt being used: The Ultimate KKM Challenge
The atmosphere within and around Blood Pledge Castle was undeniably tense. The cloudless, moonlight night seemed a mocking calm before the storm and indeed it was. Prevalent issues concerning the underground society, White Crows, and the safety of the Great Sage had the inhabitants of the castle on their toes. Even the dispatched soldiers and spies were called back specifically for an increase in that one night's security. No one knew what to expect the next day...perhaps an all out attack...
Shibuya Yuuri could not sleep.
He was sitting on the large window sill of his dark room, already clad in blue pajamas, staring at the moon in thoughtful apprehension. Greta was slumbering in a far, more snug corner of the royal bed and Wolfram had not yet arrived.
The young king hated waiting, especially if he had no idea of what he was waiting for in the first place. Politics made his head spin and the business with Murata's past lives (which the boy rarely disclosed of until it was too late) did all but muddle things even further. Despite the fact that Yuuri trusted all his advisers and retainers with his very life and relied on their more experienced judgements, he just wished people would fill him in on stuff he didn't understand once in a while.
Affairs of the state aside, there were really a lot of things on the black-haired boy's mind at the moment. Sleep was quite far from getting to him, thought the nagging voice at the back of his mind (that suspiciously sounded like his mother) told him he already needed to rest.
The door creaked open and light from the hallway torches spilled into the royal bedchamber. Midnight eyes blinked and shifted their attention to the sound.
“Yuuuuurii! Could it beeee?!”
Yuuri's face brightened and he hurriedly left his perch to greet his unexpected, woolly visitor.
“T-Zhou! What are you doing here?” he whispered cheerfully for fear of waking his daughter up and laughed a bit as the unusual animal enthusiastically cuddled against him and licked his face.
The sheep merely did Yuuri's world's equivalent of a happy bleat and settled itself comfortably on his lap as the pair returned once more to sitting on the window sill.
The black-haired teen sighed, feeling somewhat comforted now that there was something warm and vibrating wedged like an overstuffed pillow between his legs. He had read (or was it watched?) somewhere that domesticated animals were therapeutic in a sense that your problems would be half-solved if you told them about it. Yuuri wondered if confiding in T-Zhou would make him feel any better and if that the sheep could really talk, would he be good in giving advice as well? After all, it is Yozak's protege. Perhaps being with the man on the streets taught him a bit about life and how to deal with a variety of people...
Sensing the boy's distress, T-Zhou nosed Yuuri's stomach and uttered a concerned whine. The Demon King blinked at him before giving the woolly head a grateful pet.
“Tell me, T-Zhou, is it easier being a sheep?”
The animal gave him what could be considered as a questioning look. Yuuri's hand stayed were it was as his gaze shifted to the sky.
“...because my job isn't as easy as it looks.”
T-Zhou gave a reproachful sound and Yuuri looked at him.
“Don't get me wrong or anything! I love this world as much as I want to do something good for it. But...fighting can't seem to just...stop and I wonder if what I do is the right thing.”
The sheep bleated in sympathy.
“I guess it goes to show I can't please everyone, but I act on the people's best interests, don't I?” Yuuri laughed bitterly. “If there's one thing I learned from my History class, it's that wars don't really solve as much as people tend to believe...and don't even get me started on peace treaties. Though...things work differently in this world, don't they? No offense to Gunter but I'm not as enthusiastic in History as he is. Or maybe I should be? It could help me rule better...”
He sighed. “I'll never get the hang of politics. It's so crude sometimes!” and pouted when he noticed T-Zhou snoozing on his lap. “I'm boring you, aren't I? Well...this isn't the only thing that can't get me to sleep.”
The sheep opened his eyes and tilted his head the to side. Yuuri gave him a squeeze before casting a glance toward the lonely bed. T-Zhou caught his drift and looked at the boy ruefully.
The black-haired boy frowned in return. “Hey, I'm not that dense. I know he likes me but I just don't like him the way he does me. Wolfram is...my best...” The more ridiculously intimate (and accidental) scenes he had with the blonde flashed through his head. “...best best friend.”
He got a reply that suspiciously sounded like a sheep's equivalent of 'yeah right' and he looked down on the animal using him as a bed and found him feigning sleep. He jerked his legs to jolt the cheeky thing awake. “T-Zhou! I'm not gay! Geez...I like girls for crying out loud. Well...maybe not in the way Morgif and Murata do but that isn't the point!”
T-Zhou's face clearly read 'You are in denial' and Yuuri placed his hands on his hips.
“You think I'm in denial?” he asked, daring the sheep to confirm in spoken language. “Alright fine. the only reason I think our engagement's awkward and wrong is because we're both boys.”
Gunter's (or was it Conrad's?) words of 'It has been known to happen' returned to his mind and he sighed. “If only he had breasts and a...” He flailed his arms. “...you know, I would've married him in a heartbeat--”
The words had flown right out of his mouth before they had a chance to sit and marinate into nothingness in his head. Upon realizing what he was wishing for, he blushed furiously. “I mean...not that...way. It's just...forget you heard anything T-Zhou. That...that sounded real...screwed.”
T-Zhou was still frowning at him and Yuuri felt his own conscience speaking to him throught the animal's eyes, though its voice sounded oddly like Murata's.
Breasts or no, Wolfram is still Wolfram.
The young king's pout was enough to melt the Eiffel Tower. He grabbed two fistfuls of sheep and buried his face in the fluffy wool, deeply inhaling the scent of Yozak's favorite shampoo, making the animal squeal a bit in surprise.
“Are you sure you're a sheep?” came Yuuri's muffled question.
T-Zhou made a superior sounding grunt and the boy laughed. The latter released his hold and hugged the sheep tightly.
“Thanks T-Zhou. I don't know how but you've made me feel so much better tonight.”
He gazed at the fluffy thing with shining eyes as it hopped off his lap and jumped on the bed to give Greta a good night lick. Before leaving the room, T-Zhou mewled a long “Woruuu...” and gave Yuuri a look.
The black-haired boy blinked and 'oh'-ed as the sheep trotted out the door. “B...W-wait! You're going to find him? They're probably in some meeting...” But T-Zhou was far into the torch-lit hall. “Oh well...the bed is colder without him.”
TBC
Characters/Pairings: T-Zhou/Yuuri
Word Count: 1255
Rating: G
Warnings: season 3 time period and references
Theme/Prompt being used: The Ultimate KKM Challenge
The atmosphere within and around Blood Pledge Castle was undeniably tense. The cloudless, moonlight night seemed a mocking calm before the storm and indeed it was. Prevalent issues concerning the underground society, White Crows, and the safety of the Great Sage had the inhabitants of the castle on their toes. Even the dispatched soldiers and spies were called back specifically for an increase in that one night's security. No one knew what to expect the next day...perhaps an all out attack...
Shibuya Yuuri could not sleep.
He was sitting on the large window sill of his dark room, already clad in blue pajamas, staring at the moon in thoughtful apprehension. Greta was slumbering in a far, more snug corner of the royal bed and Wolfram had not yet arrived.
The young king hated waiting, especially if he had no idea of what he was waiting for in the first place. Politics made his head spin and the business with Murata's past lives (which the boy rarely disclosed of until it was too late) did all but muddle things even further. Despite the fact that Yuuri trusted all his advisers and retainers with his very life and relied on their more experienced judgements, he just wished people would fill him in on stuff he didn't understand once in a while.
Affairs of the state aside, there were really a lot of things on the black-haired boy's mind at the moment. Sleep was quite far from getting to him, thought the nagging voice at the back of his mind (that suspiciously sounded like his mother) told him he already needed to rest.
The door creaked open and light from the hallway torches spilled into the royal bedchamber. Midnight eyes blinked and shifted their attention to the sound.
“Yuuuuurii! Could it beeee?!”
Yuuri's face brightened and he hurriedly left his perch to greet his unexpected, woolly visitor.
“T-Zhou! What are you doing here?” he whispered cheerfully for fear of waking his daughter up and laughed a bit as the unusual animal enthusiastically cuddled against him and licked his face.
The sheep merely did Yuuri's world's equivalent of a happy bleat and settled itself comfortably on his lap as the pair returned once more to sitting on the window sill.
The black-haired teen sighed, feeling somewhat comforted now that there was something warm and vibrating wedged like an overstuffed pillow between his legs. He had read (or was it watched?) somewhere that domesticated animals were therapeutic in a sense that your problems would be half-solved if you told them about it. Yuuri wondered if confiding in T-Zhou would make him feel any better and if that the sheep could really talk, would he be good in giving advice as well? After all, it is Yozak's protege. Perhaps being with the man on the streets taught him a bit about life and how to deal with a variety of people...
Sensing the boy's distress, T-Zhou nosed Yuuri's stomach and uttered a concerned whine. The Demon King blinked at him before giving the woolly head a grateful pet.
“Tell me, T-Zhou, is it easier being a sheep?”
The animal gave him what could be considered as a questioning look. Yuuri's hand stayed were it was as his gaze shifted to the sky.
“...because my job isn't as easy as it looks.”
T-Zhou gave a reproachful sound and Yuuri looked at him.
“Don't get me wrong or anything! I love this world as much as I want to do something good for it. But...fighting can't seem to just...stop and I wonder if what I do is the right thing.”
The sheep bleated in sympathy.
“I guess it goes to show I can't please everyone, but I act on the people's best interests, don't I?” Yuuri laughed bitterly. “If there's one thing I learned from my History class, it's that wars don't really solve as much as people tend to believe...and don't even get me started on peace treaties. Though...things work differently in this world, don't they? No offense to Gunter but I'm not as enthusiastic in History as he is. Or maybe I should be? It could help me rule better...”
He sighed. “I'll never get the hang of politics. It's so crude sometimes!” and pouted when he noticed T-Zhou snoozing on his lap. “I'm boring you, aren't I? Well...this isn't the only thing that can't get me to sleep.”
The sheep opened his eyes and tilted his head the to side. Yuuri gave him a squeeze before casting a glance toward the lonely bed. T-Zhou caught his drift and looked at the boy ruefully.
The black-haired boy frowned in return. “Hey, I'm not that dense. I know he likes me but I just don't like him the way he does me. Wolfram is...my best...” The more ridiculously intimate (and accidental) scenes he had with the blonde flashed through his head. “...best best friend.”
He got a reply that suspiciously sounded like a sheep's equivalent of 'yeah right' and he looked down on the animal using him as a bed and found him feigning sleep. He jerked his legs to jolt the cheeky thing awake. “T-Zhou! I'm not gay! Geez...I like girls for crying out loud. Well...maybe not in the way Morgif and Murata do but that isn't the point!”
T-Zhou's face clearly read 'You are in denial' and Yuuri placed his hands on his hips.
“You think I'm in denial?” he asked, daring the sheep to confirm in spoken language. “Alright fine. the only reason I think our engagement's awkward and wrong is because we're both boys.”
Gunter's (or was it Conrad's?) words of 'It has been known to happen' returned to his mind and he sighed. “If only he had breasts and a...” He flailed his arms. “...you know, I would've married him in a heartbeat--”
The words had flown right out of his mouth before they had a chance to sit and marinate into nothingness in his head. Upon realizing what he was wishing for, he blushed furiously. “I mean...not that...way. It's just...forget you heard anything T-Zhou. That...that sounded real...screwed.”
T-Zhou was still frowning at him and Yuuri felt his own conscience speaking to him throught the animal's eyes, though its voice sounded oddly like Murata's.
Breasts or no, Wolfram is still Wolfram.
The young king's pout was enough to melt the Eiffel Tower. He grabbed two fistfuls of sheep and buried his face in the fluffy wool, deeply inhaling the scent of Yozak's favorite shampoo, making the animal squeal a bit in surprise.
“Are you sure you're a sheep?” came Yuuri's muffled question.
T-Zhou made a superior sounding grunt and the boy laughed. The latter released his hold and hugged the sheep tightly.
“Thanks T-Zhou. I don't know how but you've made me feel so much better tonight.”
He gazed at the fluffy thing with shining eyes as it hopped off his lap and jumped on the bed to give Greta a good night lick. Before leaving the room, T-Zhou mewled a long “Woruuu...” and gave Yuuri a look.
The black-haired boy blinked and 'oh'-ed as the sheep trotted out the door. “B...W-wait! You're going to find him? They're probably in some meeting...” But T-Zhou was far into the torch-lit hall. “Oh well...the bed is colder without him.”
TBC