Fic : Out Of Context 9
Sorry it took me so long. But it's nearly over. :)
Fanfiction:
Title: Out of context
Author: me.
Rating: G to PG
Pairing (if applicable): Conrad x Yuuri ? -- Conrad x memoryless!Yuuri in any case.
Genre: (Humor, angst, action, romance, etc.) action and romance ?
Chapter (if applicable): ninth chapter.
Chapters : One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight
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 9: Let me call your name
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 stayed with the demons.
~*****~
A few more days passed with no news of the king. Ever since they had acknowledged their feelings for each other, Kasa and Conrad would spend nearly every free minute they had in each other’s company.
They had spoken on the subject again, been somewhat more explicit about this attraction which existed between them. Kasa had tried to make sure that Conrad understood that he would not try to compete with Yuuri in his heart. Conrad had been grateful for this, but at the same time it made him understand how much he cared for the foreign monk. In his head, he could not help but draw the parallel: like he himself had been ready to withdraw completely in favour of Wolfram if Yuuri ever explicitly choose his brother, Kasa was ready to do it for him.
Even if it was not the same, Conrad could not deny he loved Kasa.
Still, they had not kissed. The hat that Kasa could not remove would prevent any decent kiss, and they had not reached the level of intimacy that would allow another kind of kissing yet.
~*****~
They had spent so much time in each other’s company that they were the last persons to learn that they were the object of the latest gossip of the castle’s rumour mill.
Conrad discovered it one night when, entering the dinner room, he happened upon both his brothers and Gunther. They turned to look at him when he arrived, frowning disapprovingly or slightly embarrassed: they had been speaking about him.
"How could you be associating with him !" Gunther had started ; it seemed he was the most outraged of the three. "He is but a human, what’s more a foreigner !"
Conrad was so shocked that he let them speak. He had never imagined that Kasa could inspire so much animosity ; that his relationship with him could. He had expected support and understanding from his family, his friends…
"You are worth more than him. He is no one, you deserve better."
This was the proverbial last straw. Conrad’s anger had risen through all the insults that the absent Kasa had suffered in the past minutes, but he could not contain it anymore.
"Who ?" He seethed. "Yuuri ?"
It was their turn to fall silent, aghast. His older brother and Gunther seemed shocked that he was using the king's name so freely. In fact it had come naturally to his mouth: it was the way he called the Maou in his mind ; his anger had caused him to bypass the control he usually exerted on its expression.
Wolfram had paled. He had not been as vehement either about the situation as the others had. And at the name of his fiancé he seemed to reconsider. With careful words he tried to placate his older brothers. Did their mother not promote free love ? Wasn’t the Maou trying to build a world of peace and free travel ?
Surprised but relieved, Conrad let him convince them. Then, reluctantly, Gunther gave in. Still he insisted they do things the proper way, as was befitting the son of a queen. They would hold an engagement party the following week.
~*****~
As he left the room, Conrad was still under the shock. He had not yet fully comprehended the changes that had come to his life. His relationship with Kasa had become public, official even, in a matter of minutes. In those minutes he had realised that he had abandoned all hope for his unrequited and forbidden love of Yuuri in favour of the foreign monk.
Without aim he wandered trough the castle dwelling on those thoughts, before he decided to go back to Kasa: he had to tell him, to warn him, to explain things to him. Would Kasa forgive him that such a thing as a formal engagement had been arranged without his presence ?
~*****~
Conrad needn’t have worried. Kasa did not mind too much and understood him: he had heard of the rumours from Gisela before ; he had thought Conrad knew of them too. He just had been saddened by the lack of confidence towards Conrad their reaction showed. Inside though, he was near ecstatic: Conrad had taken his defence, Conrad loved him, Conrad would officially be his betrothed. Still he was no such fool as to believe Conrad might forget his king.
The following morning, Kasa happened upon Wolfram in one of the corridors. The blond demon seemed to have been waiting for him to appear. Maybe he did not feel uncomfortable around him anymore, now that he knew that Kasa had Conrad and would not pointedly pursue him as he had tried to in the past.
"You‘d better take care of him," he said in an abrupt way that could not hide his care for his older brother.
"Of course," Kasa answered.
"He needed someone," Wolfram added pensively.
"You too," Kasa retorted.
"I have the Maou," Wolfram answered, on the defensive.
"You miss him a lot," Kasa mused.
"Yes."
"Have you considered the fact that he might not come back ?" He asked, concerned.
"Yes," Wolfram murmured sadly. Apparently he had, and Kasa did not like to hear such sadness, nor to imagine the hurt look on the beautiful face.
"You know you can talk to me anytime, right ?" He asked. "After all we will soon be brothers."
"Brothers," Wolfram repeated, dejected, obviously thinking about his older brothers. "Yes."
They stayed together a few more moments before Wolfram left. Kasa felt sad that he himself was not alone while the blond demon was, and he hoped for his sake that the king would come back soon.
~*****~
The preparations for the feast were soon organised. Friends and family were called to attend, as well as nobilities. The days passed quickly and soon it was the eve of the day before the ball.
The ball ?
"There will be dancing ?" Kasa had really not expected this. With his hat it would be troublesome. He could not dance with anyone wearing it. He would look like a fool. He could not even dance in the first place. "I don‘t want to !"
Conrad had not thought this would be a problem, but to Kasa it was. "I‘ll be with you," he tried to convince him, in vain.
"I will be the centre of attention, not you !" Kasa exclaimed.
This was their first real disagreement. "I‘m not sure I want to go," Kasa concluded, darkly.
Conrad just looked at him, saddened, but Kasa could not see the look on his face from under his hat. Conrad was too nice a person to ask ‘even for me ? ’ and so they remained standing like this, silent, together and yet separated by mutual incomprehension.
"Goodbye, Conrad," Kasa finally said after what seemed an eternity to both of them.
"Are you leaving ?" Conrad asked, suddenly afraid. "Are you angry with me ?"
"I‘m not angry with you Conrad." The young man’s voice was calm and reasonable, but placating and firm. "I just want to stay by myself to think quietly for a while."
I‘m not angry with you Conrad. I just want to stay by myself to think quietly for a while.
Conrad froze. Yuuri had said those words exactly. Just before he disappeared. He had said that and Conrad had let him be alone and never seen him since.
Suddenly Conrad saw the young man before him differently. He saw the familiar silhouette, only with different clothes and a hat. The voice resonating inside the hat even had familiar echoes if you paid attention.
Kasa turned and slowly walked a few feet away while Conrad stood there, petrified.
When it seemed that the boy with the hat was intent on leaving his immediate company however, Conrad woke from his trance. He could not let him disappear from his life again.
Stricken with despair, hope, joy, sadness, love and misery altogether he extended his arms towards the retreating figure and shouted:
"YUURI !"
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Fanfiction:
Title: Out of context
Author: me.
Rating: G to PG
Pairing (if applicable): Conrad x Yuuri ? -- Conrad x memoryless!Yuuri in any case.
Genre: (Humor, angst, action, romance, etc.) action and romance ?
Chapter (if applicable): ninth chapter.
Chapters : One - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight
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 9: Let me call your name
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 stayed with the demons.
~*****~
A few more days passed with no news of the king. Ever since they had acknowledged their feelings for each other, Kasa and Conrad would spend nearly every free minute they had in each other’s company.
They had spoken on the subject again, been somewhat more explicit about this attraction which existed between them. Kasa had tried to make sure that Conrad understood that he would not try to compete with Yuuri in his heart. Conrad had been grateful for this, but at the same time it made him understand how much he cared for the foreign monk. In his head, he could not help but draw the parallel: like he himself had been ready to withdraw completely in favour of Wolfram if Yuuri ever explicitly choose his brother, Kasa was ready to do it for him.
Even if it was not the same, Conrad could not deny he loved Kasa.
Still, they had not kissed. The hat that Kasa could not remove would prevent any decent kiss, and they had not reached the level of intimacy that would allow another kind of kissing yet.
~*****~
They had spent so much time in each other’s company that they were the last persons to learn that they were the object of the latest gossip of the castle’s rumour mill.
Conrad discovered it one night when, entering the dinner room, he happened upon both his brothers and Gunther. They turned to look at him when he arrived, frowning disapprovingly or slightly embarrassed: they had been speaking about him.
"How could you be associating with him !" Gunther had started ; it seemed he was the most outraged of the three. "He is but a human, what’s more a foreigner !"
Conrad was so shocked that he let them speak. He had never imagined that Kasa could inspire so much animosity ; that his relationship with him could. He had expected support and understanding from his family, his friends…
"You are worth more than him. He is no one, you deserve better."
This was the proverbial last straw. Conrad’s anger had risen through all the insults that the absent Kasa had suffered in the past minutes, but he could not contain it anymore.
"Who ?" He seethed. "Yuuri ?"
It was their turn to fall silent, aghast. His older brother and Gunther seemed shocked that he was using the king's name so freely. In fact it had come naturally to his mouth: it was the way he called the Maou in his mind ; his anger had caused him to bypass the control he usually exerted on its expression.
Wolfram had paled. He had not been as vehement either about the situation as the others had. And at the name of his fiancé he seemed to reconsider. With careful words he tried to placate his older brothers. Did their mother not promote free love ? Wasn’t the Maou trying to build a world of peace and free travel ?
Surprised but relieved, Conrad let him convince them. Then, reluctantly, Gunther gave in. Still he insisted they do things the proper way, as was befitting the son of a queen. They would hold an engagement party the following week.
~*****~
As he left the room, Conrad was still under the shock. He had not yet fully comprehended the changes that had come to his life. His relationship with Kasa had become public, official even, in a matter of minutes. In those minutes he had realised that he had abandoned all hope for his unrequited and forbidden love of Yuuri in favour of the foreign monk.
Without aim he wandered trough the castle dwelling on those thoughts, before he decided to go back to Kasa: he had to tell him, to warn him, to explain things to him. Would Kasa forgive him that such a thing as a formal engagement had been arranged without his presence ?
~*****~
Conrad needn’t have worried. Kasa did not mind too much and understood him: he had heard of the rumours from Gisela before ; he had thought Conrad knew of them too. He just had been saddened by the lack of confidence towards Conrad their reaction showed. Inside though, he was near ecstatic: Conrad had taken his defence, Conrad loved him, Conrad would officially be his betrothed. Still he was no such fool as to believe Conrad might forget his king.
The following morning, Kasa happened upon Wolfram in one of the corridors. The blond demon seemed to have been waiting for him to appear. Maybe he did not feel uncomfortable around him anymore, now that he knew that Kasa had Conrad and would not pointedly pursue him as he had tried to in the past.
"You‘d better take care of him," he said in an abrupt way that could not hide his care for his older brother.
"Of course," Kasa answered.
"He needed someone," Wolfram added pensively.
"You too," Kasa retorted.
"I have the Maou," Wolfram answered, on the defensive.
"You miss him a lot," Kasa mused.
"Yes."
"Have you considered the fact that he might not come back ?" He asked, concerned.
"Yes," Wolfram murmured sadly. Apparently he had, and Kasa did not like to hear such sadness, nor to imagine the hurt look on the beautiful face.
"You know you can talk to me anytime, right ?" He asked. "After all we will soon be brothers."
"Brothers," Wolfram repeated, dejected, obviously thinking about his older brothers. "Yes."
They stayed together a few more moments before Wolfram left. Kasa felt sad that he himself was not alone while the blond demon was, and he hoped for his sake that the king would come back soon.
~*****~
The preparations for the feast were soon organised. Friends and family were called to attend, as well as nobilities. The days passed quickly and soon it was the eve of the day before the ball.
The ball ?
"There will be dancing ?" Kasa had really not expected this. With his hat it would be troublesome. He could not dance with anyone wearing it. He would look like a fool. He could not even dance in the first place. "I don‘t want to !"
Conrad had not thought this would be a problem, but to Kasa it was. "I‘ll be with you," he tried to convince him, in vain.
"I will be the centre of attention, not you !" Kasa exclaimed.
This was their first real disagreement. "I‘m not sure I want to go," Kasa concluded, darkly.
Conrad just looked at him, saddened, but Kasa could not see the look on his face from under his hat. Conrad was too nice a person to ask ‘even for me ? ’ and so they remained standing like this, silent, together and yet separated by mutual incomprehension.
"Goodbye, Conrad," Kasa finally said after what seemed an eternity to both of them.
"Are you leaving ?" Conrad asked, suddenly afraid. "Are you angry with me ?"
"I‘m not angry with you Conrad." The young man’s voice was calm and reasonable, but placating and firm. "I just want to stay by myself to think quietly for a while."
I‘m not angry with you Conrad. I just want to stay by myself to think quietly for a while.
Conrad froze. Yuuri had said those words exactly. Just before he disappeared. He had said that and Conrad had let him be alone and never seen him since.
Suddenly Conrad saw the young man before him differently. He saw the familiar silhouette, only with different clothes and a hat. The voice resonating inside the hat even had familiar echoes if you paid attention.
Kasa turned and slowly walked a few feet away while Conrad stood there, petrified.
When it seemed that the boy with the hat was intent on leaving his immediate company however, Conrad woke from his trance. He could not let him disappear from his life again.
Stricken with despair, hope, joy, sadness, love and misery altogether he extended his arms towards the retreating figure and shouted:
"YUURI !"
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