Newbie, fic !
Hi !
I joined this community only recently and I wanted to participate ! So here is my contribution. It's inspired by my favourite fairytale of all times: Big-hat Hanasha.
Fanfiction:
Title: Out of context
Author: me.
Rating: G to PG
Pairing (if applicable): I'm not sure as of yet.
Genre: (Humor, angst, action, romance, etc.) action and romance ?
Chapter (if applicable): It's the first chapter, but I don't know how many there will be.
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.
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The spring of oblivion
Yuuri stood on the edge of a water hole he did not know, deep in thought and slightly depressed. He had discretely escaped from the castle after yet another fight with Wolfram, in search for a quiet place. Yuuri hated to fight, with Wolfram most of all.
Yuuri sighed. Wolfram insisted they were betrothed and despite their frequent clashes, still professed he loved him. Did he really? There were times when Yuuri feared Wolfram only liked him because of his status and power as the Maou. Today was one of those days...
But Wolfram was not the only person he suspected of liking him only because of his status, or because of how he had been presented before his arrival in this country.
Yuuri sighed again. He wished he could know what they all would think of him if they had not met in the same circumstances... but it was as useless as wondering how Conrad would behave if he had not Julia’s soul, was it? Besides he would never have met Wolfram if he had not come to this world to become the Maou.
Kneeling, Yuuri put his hand in the cool spring water at his feet and splashed his face with it. He looked surprised and tried to stand, but he stumbled and fell into the pond, head first.
~*****~
When he emerged again, the boy stood up coughing and spluttering, fighting to stand against the heavy weight on his head. Trying to rub his eyes, he encountered something wooden which hindered him. He had to put his hand underneath it to manage chasing the water away from his eyes.
Then he opened his eyes and found his vision was blocked by a visor of some kind, only it was not a normal grid visor.
Putting both his hands up in surprised panic, he felt the thing on his head. It was a kind of hat. A large big wooden hat with very low sides which hid most of his face. Why did he have this hat on?
Then he really panicked: he could not remember anything: neither why he had a hat, nor why he was there, nor where he was, worse, not even his own name.
~*****~
When the young man had calmed down enough, he went out of the water: after all, memory or not, it was not getting any warmer. Then another problem arose: he was naked and there were no clothes in sight.
Well, his sight was rather limited. With this strange hat, he could only see a few feet away, literally. Tilting his head back, he tried to see further under the rim: still nothing. So he tried to remove it, but it was stuck. He could pull and pull and pull but it would not budge or get off his head. It seemed glued to his skull.
He was in the midst of trying to put his hand between the hat and his head -- without any success -- when a clear feminine laugh interrupted him.
Immediately, Yuuri put his hands down to cover himself and turned in the direction where the laugh had come from.
One good thing about the hat was that it covered both his face and his blush, but the young man wanted to see who was there, so, face burning, he tilted his head backwards again.
He looked like a fool like this, and the girl, looking at him, told him.
"You really look strange. What happened to you? Someone played a prank on you?"
It was a young brown-haired girl with happy blue eyes. Her dress was simple yet pretty and she showed neither fear nor hesitation looking at him.
"I... can‘t remember," Yuuri admitted. "First thing I know is being in the water with this hat that doesn’t get off. I can‘t even remember my name," he said, rather dejectedly.
"Oh! So it‘s another one?" The girl did not seem to really talk to him. Rather, she was thinking aloud. "Don’t mind me." She waved amiably at him. "I often talk to myself. And if you don‘t remember... Anyway, strange wells and springs have been appearing in the region recently. People who fall in can‘t remember anything until you call them by their names. It‘s just plain annoying... But I don’t know you, so it’s a problem. Well... " She took off her apron and handed it to him. " Here. Come back with me to the village, someone there might know you, and we will get you something to wear."
Yuuri agreed wholeheartedly and put the apron on.
~*****~
The girl was just starting her business as an innkeeper, taking her father’s trade after both of her parents had died. The villagers liked her and seemed to know her well. On the contrary, no one knew the young man with the strange hat.
They had found him plain clothes to keep and he had gladly given the apron up. So he was someone, probably a traveller, who had decided to take a bath in a spring of oblivion, right. It still did not explain where his clothes had wandered of to, or why he was wearing a hat that did not come off.
As the night drew near, the girl he had met and was called Anna prepared him a place to sleep. Having nowhere to go, he gratefully accepted.
~*****~
When he woke up in the morning, the young man had no more memory than the night before. He knew things, sometimes it took him time to adjust and know exactly what it was. He had troubles with some words too.
Thinking about it, he found he knew at least three languages. But Anna did not know either of the other two. He found out he could read and write as well, which was more than most of the people there.
"Maybe you were going to the high valley, or coming from there," Anna told him. "Lots of priests go to the monastery to learn."
"I’m a priest?" Yuuri asked.
"Maybe," Anna answered. "You are educated."
It was a possibility, it also was a place where to begin the search for his lost identity.
After giving him directions. Anna bade him goodbye, wishing him luck on his journey.
When he protested that he could not thank her for her generosity, she suggested he put a benediction on her home.
"But you don’t know if I’m really a priest," the young man protested. "Besides I don’t know any benediction."
"I don’t mind. It‘s all I ask in payment," she answered.
Then she told him a benediction the monks used on buildings sometimes and he repeated it, concentrating on believing every word he said from the bottom of his heart.
The wording felt familiar somehow: it called a power in his veins which felt right.
As he left for the monastery in the valley, Anna watched the glow around the mysterious traveller with the big hat recede. Somehow she had the feeling her inn would prosper for years with this.
To come soon: The journey/monk begins
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Note : If you have any suggestion on the plot, make it. Or if you have any preference as to who should recognise Yuuri and call his name... (I have an idea of what I want to write, but I'm not sure I can get it right).
I joined this community only recently and I wanted to participate ! So here is my contribution. It's inspired by my favourite fairytale of all times: Big-hat Hanasha.
Fanfiction:
Title: Out of context
Author: me.
Rating: G to PG
Pairing (if applicable): I'm not sure as of yet.
Genre: (Humor, angst, action, romance, etc.) action and romance ?
Chapter (if applicable): It's the first chapter, but I don't know how many there will be.
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.
----------
The spring of oblivion
Yuuri stood on the edge of a water hole he did not know, deep in thought and slightly depressed. He had discretely escaped from the castle after yet another fight with Wolfram, in search for a quiet place. Yuuri hated to fight, with Wolfram most of all.
Yuuri sighed. Wolfram insisted they were betrothed and despite their frequent clashes, still professed he loved him. Did he really? There were times when Yuuri feared Wolfram only liked him because of his status and power as the Maou. Today was one of those days...
But Wolfram was not the only person he suspected of liking him only because of his status, or because of how he had been presented before his arrival in this country.
Yuuri sighed again. He wished he could know what they all would think of him if they had not met in the same circumstances... but it was as useless as wondering how Conrad would behave if he had not Julia’s soul, was it? Besides he would never have met Wolfram if he had not come to this world to become the Maou.
Kneeling, Yuuri put his hand in the cool spring water at his feet and splashed his face with it. He looked surprised and tried to stand, but he stumbled and fell into the pond, head first.
~*****~
When he emerged again, the boy stood up coughing and spluttering, fighting to stand against the heavy weight on his head. Trying to rub his eyes, he encountered something wooden which hindered him. He had to put his hand underneath it to manage chasing the water away from his eyes.
Then he opened his eyes and found his vision was blocked by a visor of some kind, only it was not a normal grid visor.
Putting both his hands up in surprised panic, he felt the thing on his head. It was a kind of hat. A large big wooden hat with very low sides which hid most of his face. Why did he have this hat on?
Then he really panicked: he could not remember anything: neither why he had a hat, nor why he was there, nor where he was, worse, not even his own name.
~*****~
When the young man had calmed down enough, he went out of the water: after all, memory or not, it was not getting any warmer. Then another problem arose: he was naked and there were no clothes in sight.
Well, his sight was rather limited. With this strange hat, he could only see a few feet away, literally. Tilting his head back, he tried to see further under the rim: still nothing. So he tried to remove it, but it was stuck. He could pull and pull and pull but it would not budge or get off his head. It seemed glued to his skull.
He was in the midst of trying to put his hand between the hat and his head -- without any success -- when a clear feminine laugh interrupted him.
Immediately, Yuuri put his hands down to cover himself and turned in the direction where the laugh had come from.
One good thing about the hat was that it covered both his face and his blush, but the young man wanted to see who was there, so, face burning, he tilted his head backwards again.
He looked like a fool like this, and the girl, looking at him, told him.
"You really look strange. What happened to you? Someone played a prank on you?"
It was a young brown-haired girl with happy blue eyes. Her dress was simple yet pretty and she showed neither fear nor hesitation looking at him.
"I... can‘t remember," Yuuri admitted. "First thing I know is being in the water with this hat that doesn’t get off. I can‘t even remember my name," he said, rather dejectedly.
"Oh! So it‘s another one?" The girl did not seem to really talk to him. Rather, she was thinking aloud. "Don’t mind me." She waved amiably at him. "I often talk to myself. And if you don‘t remember... Anyway, strange wells and springs have been appearing in the region recently. People who fall in can‘t remember anything until you call them by their names. It‘s just plain annoying... But I don’t know you, so it’s a problem. Well... " She took off her apron and handed it to him. " Here. Come back with me to the village, someone there might know you, and we will get you something to wear."
Yuuri agreed wholeheartedly and put the apron on.
~*****~
The girl was just starting her business as an innkeeper, taking her father’s trade after both of her parents had died. The villagers liked her and seemed to know her well. On the contrary, no one knew the young man with the strange hat.
They had found him plain clothes to keep and he had gladly given the apron up. So he was someone, probably a traveller, who had decided to take a bath in a spring of oblivion, right. It still did not explain where his clothes had wandered of to, or why he was wearing a hat that did not come off.
As the night drew near, the girl he had met and was called Anna prepared him a place to sleep. Having nowhere to go, he gratefully accepted.
~*****~
When he woke up in the morning, the young man had no more memory than the night before. He knew things, sometimes it took him time to adjust and know exactly what it was. He had troubles with some words too.
Thinking about it, he found he knew at least three languages. But Anna did not know either of the other two. He found out he could read and write as well, which was more than most of the people there.
"Maybe you were going to the high valley, or coming from there," Anna told him. "Lots of priests go to the monastery to learn."
"I’m a priest?" Yuuri asked.
"Maybe," Anna answered. "You are educated."
It was a possibility, it also was a place where to begin the search for his lost identity.
After giving him directions. Anna bade him goodbye, wishing him luck on his journey.
When he protested that he could not thank her for her generosity, she suggested he put a benediction on her home.
"But you don’t know if I’m really a priest," the young man protested. "Besides I don’t know any benediction."
"I don’t mind. It‘s all I ask in payment," she answered.
Then she told him a benediction the monks used on buildings sometimes and he repeated it, concentrating on believing every word he said from the bottom of his heart.
The wording felt familiar somehow: it called a power in his veins which felt right.
As he left for the monastery in the valley, Anna watched the glow around the mysterious traveller with the big hat recede. Somehow she had the feeling her inn would prosper for years with this.
To come soon: The journey/monk begins
----------
Note : If you have any suggestion on the plot, make it. Or if you have any preference as to who should recognise Yuuri and call his name... (I have an idea of what I want to write, but I'm not sure I can get it right).