Fic : Out Of Context 5
Fanfiction:
Title: Out of context
Author: me.
Rating: G to PG
Pairing (if applicable): I'm not sure as of yet for Yuuri. The only sure thing is that there will be a YosakxMurata epilogue.
Genre: (Humor, angst, action, romance, etc.) action and romance ?
Chapter (if applicable): fifth 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
The third one is there : http://community.livejournal.com/kyou_kara_maou/1235950.html
The fourth one is there : http://community.livejournal.com/kyou_kara_maou/1251066.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 5: The blond prince and the black-haired black-eyed demon
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. Gone on a mission to Shinmakoku’s capital and castle, he met with the demons.
~*****~
Wolfram von Bielefeld was looking through an open window, his cheek cupped in the palm of one of his hands, his elbow resting against the stone. The sun played on his face as he looked towards the courtyard below, towards the gate.
Kasa stayed mesmerised on the stairs, stricken by the beauty of the young blond person.
After a while he finally finished going down the stairs, keeping the sweet image in his mind if he could no longer witness it directly with his eyes. Sometimes Kasa hated his hat.
"Hello," he greeted the prince who, lost in his reverie, had not heard him coming.
Startled, Wolfram turned towards him. "Hello," he said, slowly, once he had identified the newcomer.
They remained silent a few moment, then Kasa had to break the silence as an excuse for staying. "You were right earlier," he stated. "The news I brought was of no use. I should not have spoken in such a manner."
Wolfram shook his head. Then, noticing that perhaps the monk had not seen that movement he spoke up: "I should have kept my temper in check as well. Yuuri would never have wanted me to burst out in front of a foreign dignitary." Then for himself, in a voice so low that Kasa almost missed it, he murmured: "Even if that‘s how we met."
"You love him very much," Kasa remarked, somewhat wistfully.
"Of course!" Wolfram exclaimed, suddenly on the defensive. "He‘s my fiancé."
"Then you don‘t have to worry." Kasa tried to placate him from behind his hat. "He is sure to come back to such a beautiful person." Then he added sincerely, "I know I would."
Wolfram blushed furiously. "What are you saying!!? Don’t be so familiar! I‘m the Maou‘s fiancé!" He stormed off.
Kasa raised his head to watch his retreat, not thinking much of the prince's reaction to his sincere words. His thoughts went instead to the missing king. It really was worrisome if he did not come back to his beloved and loving if somewhat fiery fiancé.
~*****~
Full of those sombre thoughts, Kasa walked back towards the courtyard where he was originally headed.
Just as he was coming down the stairs, a skinny dark silhouette was passing through the gate, coming in. This person was dressed in black and had black hair. One of the guards hurried towards him, as if he was someone they had been waiting for. Kasa had heard that only the Maou could wear black, but it could not be this person, could it?
Perplexed, he watched as the person drew nearer, walking towards the castle's main stairs. He caught a reflection of glasses in the light but no details of the newcomer’s face before it disappeared from his view under the hat.
The person stopped at his height, pondering for a second.
"Oh! Good morning." The was then greeted by a cheery if somewhat nasal voice. "You must be the monastery‘s envoy we were waiting for. Pleased to meet you. I‘m Murata Ken and…" Suddenly he paused, and Kasa shifted under the scrutiny he could sense. "And I’m also the Great Sage." Murata went on more slowly, savouring each word as it went out of his mouth. Kasa did not really like the smirk he could hear in the young man’s voice. "But you may call me ‘Oh Great One‘," he said, jubilant.
"Oh, Great One?" Kasa repeated rather dubiously. Somehow he knew this preposterous demon was mocking him, even if he did not know why.
Not letting Kasa speak any further, not even bothering to ask him if he had any news of the king as everyone else had done until then, Murata left him there. "Well, it was nice meeting you. See you next time."
Puzzled, Kasa remained standing on the stairs. He had a weird feeling about this so-called sage. He most certainly did not like him much.
~*****~
It was a grinning Sage who entered the meeting room where the maps for the searches were displayed. His smile even grew further as he saw the defeated faces of the other demons.
"Hmm. Giving up already?" He teased them. "Just when I was bringing some good news."
"Good news?" Wolfram’s head perked up. Gwendal and Gunther also seemed very interested.
"Yes, I believe I know why no one can locate Shibuya." He paused, enjoying the effect. Immediately the room had become more lively. Hope was such a powerful thing.
"Do you remember the reports we first got a few weeks ago?" He went on. "About interesting oblivion springs." At the time, the subject had picked his interest, as it did anytime something influencing memory was mentioned.
"What about them?" Gwendal asked, intent on getting further explanations.
"I believe Shibuya might have ended up in one of them somehow. He has lost his memory, this is why we cannot find him," Murata finished, very proud of himself.
"Oh! Your Majesty!" Gunther exclaimed rather randomly, his imagination running wild about what the king might be doing with no memory of who he was.
"Well," Murata spoke up again. "I‘m going to investigate those springs further. It really seems interesting… so if you‘ll excuse me."
He left the room, smiling at the door. He would have fun watching everyone act in the next days. But he would also make some additional research. Forgetting some things could be useful for someone like him…
Title: Out of context
Author: me.
Rating: G to PG
Pairing (if applicable): I'm not sure as of yet for Yuuri. The only sure thing is that there will be a YosakxMurata epilogue.
Genre: (Humor, angst, action, romance, etc.) action and romance ?
Chapter (if applicable): fifth 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
The third one is there : http://community.livejournal.com/kyou_kara_maou/1235950.html
The fourth one is there : http://community.livejournal.com/kyou_kara_maou/1251066.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 5: The blond prince and the black-haired black-eyed demon
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. Gone on a mission to Shinmakoku’s capital and castle, he met with the demons.
~*****~
Wolfram von Bielefeld was looking through an open window, his cheek cupped in the palm of one of his hands, his elbow resting against the stone. The sun played on his face as he looked towards the courtyard below, towards the gate.
Kasa stayed mesmerised on the stairs, stricken by the beauty of the young blond person.
After a while he finally finished going down the stairs, keeping the sweet image in his mind if he could no longer witness it directly with his eyes. Sometimes Kasa hated his hat.
"Hello," he greeted the prince who, lost in his reverie, had not heard him coming.
Startled, Wolfram turned towards him. "Hello," he said, slowly, once he had identified the newcomer.
They remained silent a few moment, then Kasa had to break the silence as an excuse for staying. "You were right earlier," he stated. "The news I brought was of no use. I should not have spoken in such a manner."
Wolfram shook his head. Then, noticing that perhaps the monk had not seen that movement he spoke up: "I should have kept my temper in check as well. Yuuri would never have wanted me to burst out in front of a foreign dignitary." Then for himself, in a voice so low that Kasa almost missed it, he murmured: "Even if that‘s how we met."
"You love him very much," Kasa remarked, somewhat wistfully.
"Of course!" Wolfram exclaimed, suddenly on the defensive. "He‘s my fiancé."
"Then you don‘t have to worry." Kasa tried to placate him from behind his hat. "He is sure to come back to such a beautiful person." Then he added sincerely, "I know I would."
Wolfram blushed furiously. "What are you saying!!? Don’t be so familiar! I‘m the Maou‘s fiancé!" He stormed off.
Kasa raised his head to watch his retreat, not thinking much of the prince's reaction to his sincere words. His thoughts went instead to the missing king. It really was worrisome if he did not come back to his beloved and loving if somewhat fiery fiancé.
~*****~
Full of those sombre thoughts, Kasa walked back towards the courtyard where he was originally headed.
Just as he was coming down the stairs, a skinny dark silhouette was passing through the gate, coming in. This person was dressed in black and had black hair. One of the guards hurried towards him, as if he was someone they had been waiting for. Kasa had heard that only the Maou could wear black, but it could not be this person, could it?
Perplexed, he watched as the person drew nearer, walking towards the castle's main stairs. He caught a reflection of glasses in the light but no details of the newcomer’s face before it disappeared from his view under the hat.
The person stopped at his height, pondering for a second.
"Oh! Good morning." The was then greeted by a cheery if somewhat nasal voice. "You must be the monastery‘s envoy we were waiting for. Pleased to meet you. I‘m Murata Ken and…" Suddenly he paused, and Kasa shifted under the scrutiny he could sense. "And I’m also the Great Sage." Murata went on more slowly, savouring each word as it went out of his mouth. Kasa did not really like the smirk he could hear in the young man’s voice. "But you may call me ‘Oh Great One‘," he said, jubilant.
"Oh, Great One?" Kasa repeated rather dubiously. Somehow he knew this preposterous demon was mocking him, even if he did not know why.
Not letting Kasa speak any further, not even bothering to ask him if he had any news of the king as everyone else had done until then, Murata left him there. "Well, it was nice meeting you. See you next time."
Puzzled, Kasa remained standing on the stairs. He had a weird feeling about this so-called sage. He most certainly did not like him much.
~*****~
It was a grinning Sage who entered the meeting room where the maps for the searches were displayed. His smile even grew further as he saw the defeated faces of the other demons.
"Hmm. Giving up already?" He teased them. "Just when I was bringing some good news."
"Good news?" Wolfram’s head perked up. Gwendal and Gunther also seemed very interested.
"Yes, I believe I know why no one can locate Shibuya." He paused, enjoying the effect. Immediately the room had become more lively. Hope was such a powerful thing.
"Do you remember the reports we first got a few weeks ago?" He went on. "About interesting oblivion springs." At the time, the subject had picked his interest, as it did anytime something influencing memory was mentioned.
"What about them?" Gwendal asked, intent on getting further explanations.
"I believe Shibuya might have ended up in one of them somehow. He has lost his memory, this is why we cannot find him," Murata finished, very proud of himself.
"Oh! Your Majesty!" Gunther exclaimed rather randomly, his imagination running wild about what the king might be doing with no memory of who he was.
"Well," Murata spoke up again. "I‘m going to investigate those springs further. It really seems interesting… so if you‘ll excuse me."
He left the room, smiling at the door. He would have fun watching everyone act in the next days. But he would also make some additional research. Forgetting some things could be useful for someone like him…