Fic : Out of Context 3
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): third chapter.
The first one is there : http://community.livejournal.com/kyou_kara_maou/1213955.html
The second one is there : http://community.livejournal.com/kyou_kara_maou/1228232.html
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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Part 3: Meeting the demons
Last parts’ summary: Yuuri fell into a spring of oblivion and doesn’t remember anyone or anything of his past, not even his own name. Furthermore he now has a big hat on his head which hides his face. Yuuri stayed at a monastery and got a new name: Kasa. Now he is being sent on a mission to Shinmakoku’s capital city and castle: tell the Maou’s fiancé and advisors that the monks cannot find their king either.
~*****~
Kasa walked for days before he arrived at his destination. On the way he admired the riches of Shinmakoku’s land, but was appalled at some villages’ poverty. He stopped in a particularly beaten down group of houses and asked about their conditions of life.
"Oh, no! It’s really getting better." He was answered by the inhabitants. "The situation has been improving ever since the new Maou came to power."
Kasa did not wish to imagine how it might have been before. It was a good thing that the Maou everyone tried so hard to find was a good person, or at least a good king; but Kasa felt that whatever the Maou did was not enough. Before he left, he discretely spoke the same benediction he had on Anna’s inn. Maybe it could help those people somewhat.
~*****~
Kasa did not know why, but as he walked, he found himself wishing for more shops along the road. Like tea-stands. Did they have some in the place he came from? The closer he came to his destination, the richer the villages and building were. He bought Maou manjus in a town, some kind of doughnut. Everywhere he went, he listened to the people’s opinion about the Maou, and was surprised at the near unanimous liking of the king.
Finally he arrived in view of Shinmakoku’s castle. At the end of a forest, further in the plain, he could see the tall building on a hill, proud and majestic. It really was an impressive building, dominating the whole land around. It also was a very pleasant sight, which announced the end of his current journey. It was a sight that made Kasa want to shout his joy. It was with enthusiasm that he completed the last part of his journey.
It was midmorning when Kasa started to climb up the slope going to the castle. He had a weird feeling. People in the city turned around when he passed by, looking at his hat and whispering. In the countryside, people had been too busy with their own lives to mind it much, but here it did garner attention. Kasa felt like a rare artefact or a strange animal on display. He could not say he liked that kind of attention too much.
~*****~
There were guards at the castle’s gate, but it was open. The courtyard was in chaos. Soldiers were running around, completing last minute errands in the midst of the horses which were waiting for them. Already on his brown horse, the commanding officer was urging his men on, giving his last orders. He seemed very charismatic and looked young, although Kasa had heard that with demons, it did not mean much. Then the brunette turned his head in the direction of the gate and saw him.
The man dismounted and walked towards him, quickly disappearing from Kasa’s field of vision as the young man with the big hat put his head back in a more normal position.
"Good morning brother." The voice was pleasant to the ears, but still sounded strained and stressed. Kasa felt weird. He still had not become used to be called ‘brother’. It was a name he had difficulties to relate to. But it felt it would seem weirder to be called ‘father’ like some other priests. In a way, being a father definitely sounded familiar though... more than ‘brother’ anyway, but either would still sound weird coming from this man: he seemed older than him in any case.
"Do you bring any news ?" There was such worry in this voice, and Kasa could feel the man’s eyes bore through his hat. This was the intensity of his care for the Maou. Instantly, Kasa knew who was in front of him. It must be Sir von Bielefeld; the king’s fiancé was organising yet another search party to comb the land and find his betrothed.
Kasa stood a bit more upright and searched for a diplomatic way to formulate his answer. How could he deceive such hope, how could he explain that he could not be of any help? "I..."
"I apologise." He was interrupted before he could really speak. "To ask you such a question just when you arrive and have not had time to settle..." Apparently the demon had just remembered that he was a prince, and that, from a small country or not, Kasa was a foreign diplomat of a kind.
"No it‘s all right," Kasa reassured him. He understood this man was very worried about his Maou. People could react weirdly when their loved ones were taken from them. Kasa held him no ill-will for his rather normal behaviour.
"Still I insist. I will bring you inside. Sir von Bielefeld, von Voltaire, and von Christ are organising the searches, and Wolfram certainly will want to hear you first." Then the officer noticed he had not introduced himself. "I‘m Conrad Weller, captain of the Maou‘s personal guard."
Oh? It seemed Kasa had made a case of mistaken identity. While he was standing there, wondering about his error, Sir Weller called one of his men to give a few more instructions.
"Karl, you are in command. You know what to do," Captain Weller said. "I’ll join you as soon as I can."
"Yes, sir. "
Then the man in brownish uniform turned back towards Kasa. "If you would come with me, brother."
"People call me Kasa," he answered before following him, careful not to let his boots out of his sight.
~*****~
The castle was a strange but rich place; rooms were big and spacious. Kasa was led to a room where three people were organising maps and papers. Upon entering the room, he quickly raised his head to see where he was headed and caught a glimpse of them. One had dark long hair and was sitting at a desk in a worried and concentrated posture. Kasa did not see it from this end of the room, but he was sure the man had at least four wrinkles on his forehead. The two others were standing over the table.
The two others were beautiful.
On the left was a mature beauty with long silver hair. It was the kind of person who could live by his looks only. On the right was a younger person, with blond curly hairs. The light played just the right way in those strands, and in the short glimpse Kasa had of him, he believed he could see the sun‘s glories around his head. He was a beautiful cute adolescent. He spoke and moved with passion in his suggestions, but at the same time, he carried a melancholic beauty of someone who had been separated from his lover.
This time Kasa knew he was right. This person was the beautiful Wolfram von Bielefeld, the Maou‘s fiancé.
Stepping forward while Conrad Weller introduced him, Kasa tried to mentally prepare himself to announce his rather bad news -- or lack of news -- to this beautiful young person.
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): third chapter.
The first one is there : http://community.livejournal.com/kyou_kara_maou/1213955.html
The second one is there : http://community.livejournal.com/kyou_kara_maou/1228232.html
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.
----------
Part 3: Meeting the demons
Last parts’ summary: Yuuri fell into a spring of oblivion and doesn’t remember anyone or anything of his past, not even his own name. Furthermore he now has a big hat on his head which hides his face. Yuuri stayed at a monastery and got a new name: Kasa. Now he is being sent on a mission to Shinmakoku’s capital city and castle: tell the Maou’s fiancé and advisors that the monks cannot find their king either.
~*****~
Kasa walked for days before he arrived at his destination. On the way he admired the riches of Shinmakoku’s land, but was appalled at some villages’ poverty. He stopped in a particularly beaten down group of houses and asked about their conditions of life.
"Oh, no! It’s really getting better." He was answered by the inhabitants. "The situation has been improving ever since the new Maou came to power."
Kasa did not wish to imagine how it might have been before. It was a good thing that the Maou everyone tried so hard to find was a good person, or at least a good king; but Kasa felt that whatever the Maou did was not enough. Before he left, he discretely spoke the same benediction he had on Anna’s inn. Maybe it could help those people somewhat.
~*****~
Kasa did not know why, but as he walked, he found himself wishing for more shops along the road. Like tea-stands. Did they have some in the place he came from? The closer he came to his destination, the richer the villages and building were. He bought Maou manjus in a town, some kind of doughnut. Everywhere he went, he listened to the people’s opinion about the Maou, and was surprised at the near unanimous liking of the king.
Finally he arrived in view of Shinmakoku’s castle. At the end of a forest, further in the plain, he could see the tall building on a hill, proud and majestic. It really was an impressive building, dominating the whole land around. It also was a very pleasant sight, which announced the end of his current journey. It was a sight that made Kasa want to shout his joy. It was with enthusiasm that he completed the last part of his journey.
It was midmorning when Kasa started to climb up the slope going to the castle. He had a weird feeling. People in the city turned around when he passed by, looking at his hat and whispering. In the countryside, people had been too busy with their own lives to mind it much, but here it did garner attention. Kasa felt like a rare artefact or a strange animal on display. He could not say he liked that kind of attention too much.
~*****~
There were guards at the castle’s gate, but it was open. The courtyard was in chaos. Soldiers were running around, completing last minute errands in the midst of the horses which were waiting for them. Already on his brown horse, the commanding officer was urging his men on, giving his last orders. He seemed very charismatic and looked young, although Kasa had heard that with demons, it did not mean much. Then the brunette turned his head in the direction of the gate and saw him.
The man dismounted and walked towards him, quickly disappearing from Kasa’s field of vision as the young man with the big hat put his head back in a more normal position.
"Good morning brother." The voice was pleasant to the ears, but still sounded strained and stressed. Kasa felt weird. He still had not become used to be called ‘brother’. It was a name he had difficulties to relate to. But it felt it would seem weirder to be called ‘father’ like some other priests. In a way, being a father definitely sounded familiar though... more than ‘brother’ anyway, but either would still sound weird coming from this man: he seemed older than him in any case.
"Do you bring any news ?" There was such worry in this voice, and Kasa could feel the man’s eyes bore through his hat. This was the intensity of his care for the Maou. Instantly, Kasa knew who was in front of him. It must be Sir von Bielefeld; the king’s fiancé was organising yet another search party to comb the land and find his betrothed.
Kasa stood a bit more upright and searched for a diplomatic way to formulate his answer. How could he deceive such hope, how could he explain that he could not be of any help? "I..."
"I apologise." He was interrupted before he could really speak. "To ask you such a question just when you arrive and have not had time to settle..." Apparently the demon had just remembered that he was a prince, and that, from a small country or not, Kasa was a foreign diplomat of a kind.
"No it‘s all right," Kasa reassured him. He understood this man was very worried about his Maou. People could react weirdly when their loved ones were taken from them. Kasa held him no ill-will for his rather normal behaviour.
"Still I insist. I will bring you inside. Sir von Bielefeld, von Voltaire, and von Christ are organising the searches, and Wolfram certainly will want to hear you first." Then the officer noticed he had not introduced himself. "I‘m Conrad Weller, captain of the Maou‘s personal guard."
Oh? It seemed Kasa had made a case of mistaken identity. While he was standing there, wondering about his error, Sir Weller called one of his men to give a few more instructions.
"Karl, you are in command. You know what to do," Captain Weller said. "I’ll join you as soon as I can."
"Yes, sir. "
Then the man in brownish uniform turned back towards Kasa. "If you would come with me, brother."
"People call me Kasa," he answered before following him, careful not to let his boots out of his sight.
~*****~
The castle was a strange but rich place; rooms were big and spacious. Kasa was led to a room where three people were organising maps and papers. Upon entering the room, he quickly raised his head to see where he was headed and caught a glimpse of them. One had dark long hair and was sitting at a desk in a worried and concentrated posture. Kasa did not see it from this end of the room, but he was sure the man had at least four wrinkles on his forehead. The two others were standing over the table.
The two others were beautiful.
On the left was a mature beauty with long silver hair. It was the kind of person who could live by his looks only. On the right was a younger person, with blond curly hairs. The light played just the right way in those strands, and in the short glimpse Kasa had of him, he believed he could see the sun‘s glories around his head. He was a beautiful cute adolescent. He spoke and moved with passion in his suggestions, but at the same time, he carried a melancholic beauty of someone who had been separated from his lover.
This time Kasa knew he was right. This person was the beautiful Wolfram von Bielefeld, the Maou‘s fiancé.
Stepping forward while Conrad Weller introduced him, Kasa tried to mentally prepare himself to announce his rather bad news -- or lack of news -- to this beautiful young person.