First post - Yuuri's Travels
Title: Yuuri's Travels: Strange Occurrences and Interesting Phenomenons
Warnings: None yet, sexual innuendos later. This is my first fanfic so I guess I should warn you.
Characters/couples: Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: PG13
Summary: Series of snapshots.
The power for traveling was all from Yuuri but it was Murata who directed their voyage. What happens when the navigator isn't there? With inadequate directions involving sappy sayings (oh yeah 'Home is where the heart is' - really good instructions there Murata!), how can Yuuri mess up?
Prologue:
Arriving is such sweet sorrow!
The first time it happened, no one noticed. After all, the standard delegation was there at the fountain to welcome Yuuri back: Gunter, Conrart, Wolfram and Greta.
The second time it happened, they all thought it a bit strange but didn't put any more thought into it. After all, Yuuri had not given them a specific date and time and if the king would rather arrive through a warm bath as opposed to a cold fountain, well, that was his prerogative. The only real fallout was a pleasantly surprised naked Wolfram and a blubbering, red-faced, mortified Yuuri clumsily trying to escape the slippery and soapy entanglement of limbs as fast as he possibly could. The commotion had quickly caught the attention of the castle's residents and within a few minutes the Maou's bath was filled with the usual suspects hugging and welcoming Yuuri back to Shin Makoku.
It was rare for Yuuri to travel to Earth and back to Shin Makoku without Murata Ken. So it's to be expected that, when it finally happened the third time, everyone (except for Wolfram) had already forgotten about the previous strange homecoming. The power for traveling was all from Yuuri but it was Murata who directed their voyage. And Murata Ken liked coming home to a courtyard full of beautiful, virgin spearwomen. Consequently, it was standard for them to land at the temple's fountain. Ulrike was usually able to predict their arrival or, more specifically, the sage's arrival -- Murata's constant proximity seemed to have cemented Ulrike's sense for his presence or perhaps it was Shinou's presence that helped -- so it was also standard to have a small delegation greet them with towels and a change of clothes. This was the normal scene for the Maou's arrivals. Unfortunately, Ulrike's connection to Yuuri's presence was not at all developed. Invariably, she was unable to predict most of his arrivals when he traveled by himself. Not the when and not the where. She did not sense him at all the third time the phenomenon happened. If she had, she would have certainly sent a message to Blood Pledge Castle perhaps preventing the hullaballoo that marred Gunter's perfectly planned banquet. Perhaps it would have not helped anyway.
It was a rather memorable homecoming for everyone, but especially for Yuuri, who found himself precariously balanced between Wolfram's ruined place setting and an unidentified roasted mammal then treated to a marathon ear-dragging by the irate blonde who paced him from the banquet hall to the Maou's baths to the Maou's bedchambers and back to the banquet hall, and for the Zoratian delegation, who were treated to the bizarre Shin Makoku tradition of the Maou blessing and confirming a newly-formed alliance through the strange ceremony of appearing from thin air (or is that thick soup?) in the middle of the dining table at the celebratory banquet. Of course, there was no such tradition, but the ambassadors assumed that the impromptu show was such; they were in demon country after all.
Everyone properly welcomed the king back to his kingdom forty minutes later once he reappeared in the banquet hall, de-souped, dried and dressed, and utilizing a more conventional method of arrival. His escort, who had by that time calmed down from the shock of having his fiancé pop up from his soup and ridding his embarrassment through the appropriate execution of a bit of domestic violence, joined the party of wellwishers. Soon enough, the bit of strangeness was forgotten as everyone got caught up in the joy and revelry of new alliances, old friendships and strong familial bonds. Yuuri was home again and it felt good.
The problem remained unnoticed for a long time. It wasn't really a problem per se except for the king and his accidental fiancé. To the whole of Shin Makoku, if they had known, it was merely an interesting phenomenon.
Ironically, even though they were the most inconvenienced, it was neither Yuuri nor Wolfram that discovered it first. It was Conrart that had the first inkling of what was going on. Even though his preternatural sense for Yuuri's presence was not as well developed as Ulrike's was for the sage's, it was strong enough that majority of the time, he was the first to arrive at Yuuri's unexpected homecomings. Conrart's super-Lion-of-Ruthenberg-and-general-knight-errant sense started tingling after he bore witness to the fourth or fifth scene of an embarrassed and irritated Wolfram scolding an embarrassed and cowering newly-arrived-Yuuri.
Not all the actual occurrences resulted with such extreme emotions. Some of them seemed fairly normal arrivals and did not stand out in anyone's minds including Conrart's. But the strange ones more than made up for these.
At first the 'interesting phenomenon' merited no cause for concern, but with Murata's decision to spend more time on Earth to concentrate and finish his studies, the occurrences became too irritatingly frequent and too irritatingly unpredictable for Wolfram who suspected that he was beginning to develop a nervous tick every time Yuuri was on Earth.
Yuuri, however, did not have as strong a reaction, he just thought it strange that his body kept wanting to appear in various liquids and containers and vaguely blamed Murata for his all too inadequate instructions on inter-dimensional travel. Later on, after seeing the shocking pattern, Yuuri unreasonably and selfishly put a little bit of the blame on Wolfram for being his fiancé. Yuuri tried to shrug it off and ignore it, he was too busy to put any thought or effort in such a little inconvenience.
However, after the umpteenth time that the third son of the ex-Maou was treated to an unexpected appearance of the Shin Makoku sovereign, something broke. One would not say that all hell broke loose, but perhaps one might admit that a little part of hell was no longer quite up to snuff.
Next: Arrival Gate: 1 - Fishpond
Warnings: None yet, sexual innuendos later. This is my first fanfic so I guess I should warn you.
Characters/couples: Yuuri/Wolfram
Rating: PG13
Summary: Series of snapshots.
The power for traveling was all from Yuuri but it was Murata who directed their voyage. What happens when the navigator isn't there? With inadequate directions involving sappy sayings (oh yeah 'Home is where the heart is' - really good instructions there Murata!), how can Yuuri mess up?
Prologue:
Arriving is such sweet sorrow!
The first time it happened, no one noticed. After all, the standard delegation was there at the fountain to welcome Yuuri back: Gunter, Conrart, Wolfram and Greta.
The second time it happened, they all thought it a bit strange but didn't put any more thought into it. After all, Yuuri had not given them a specific date and time and if the king would rather arrive through a warm bath as opposed to a cold fountain, well, that was his prerogative. The only real fallout was a pleasantly surprised naked Wolfram and a blubbering, red-faced, mortified Yuuri clumsily trying to escape the slippery and soapy entanglement of limbs as fast as he possibly could. The commotion had quickly caught the attention of the castle's residents and within a few minutes the Maou's bath was filled with the usual suspects hugging and welcoming Yuuri back to Shin Makoku.
It was rare for Yuuri to travel to Earth and back to Shin Makoku without Murata Ken. So it's to be expected that, when it finally happened the third time, everyone (except for Wolfram) had already forgotten about the previous strange homecoming. The power for traveling was all from Yuuri but it was Murata who directed their voyage. And Murata Ken liked coming home to a courtyard full of beautiful, virgin spearwomen. Consequently, it was standard for them to land at the temple's fountain. Ulrike was usually able to predict their arrival or, more specifically, the sage's arrival -- Murata's constant proximity seemed to have cemented Ulrike's sense for his presence or perhaps it was Shinou's presence that helped -- so it was also standard to have a small delegation greet them with towels and a change of clothes. This was the normal scene for the Maou's arrivals. Unfortunately, Ulrike's connection to Yuuri's presence was not at all developed. Invariably, she was unable to predict most of his arrivals when he traveled by himself. Not the when and not the where. She did not sense him at all the third time the phenomenon happened. If she had, she would have certainly sent a message to Blood Pledge Castle perhaps preventing the hullaballoo that marred Gunter's perfectly planned banquet. Perhaps it would have not helped anyway.
It was a rather memorable homecoming for everyone, but especially for Yuuri, who found himself precariously balanced between Wolfram's ruined place setting and an unidentified roasted mammal then treated to a marathon ear-dragging by the irate blonde who paced him from the banquet hall to the Maou's baths to the Maou's bedchambers and back to the banquet hall, and for the Zoratian delegation, who were treated to the bizarre Shin Makoku tradition of the Maou blessing and confirming a newly-formed alliance through the strange ceremony of appearing from thin air (or is that thick soup?) in the middle of the dining table at the celebratory banquet. Of course, there was no such tradition, but the ambassadors assumed that the impromptu show was such; they were in demon country after all.
Everyone properly welcomed the king back to his kingdom forty minutes later once he reappeared in the banquet hall, de-souped, dried and dressed, and utilizing a more conventional method of arrival. His escort, who had by that time calmed down from the shock of having his fiancé pop up from his soup and ridding his embarrassment through the appropriate execution of a bit of domestic violence, joined the party of wellwishers. Soon enough, the bit of strangeness was forgotten as everyone got caught up in the joy and revelry of new alliances, old friendships and strong familial bonds. Yuuri was home again and it felt good.
The problem remained unnoticed for a long time. It wasn't really a problem per se except for the king and his accidental fiancé. To the whole of Shin Makoku, if they had known, it was merely an interesting phenomenon.
Ironically, even though they were the most inconvenienced, it was neither Yuuri nor Wolfram that discovered it first. It was Conrart that had the first inkling of what was going on. Even though his preternatural sense for Yuuri's presence was not as well developed as Ulrike's was for the sage's, it was strong enough that majority of the time, he was the first to arrive at Yuuri's unexpected homecomings. Conrart's super-Lion-of-Ruthenberg-and-general-knight-errant sense started tingling after he bore witness to the fourth or fifth scene of an embarrassed and irritated Wolfram scolding an embarrassed and cowering newly-arrived-Yuuri.
Not all the actual occurrences resulted with such extreme emotions. Some of them seemed fairly normal arrivals and did not stand out in anyone's minds including Conrart's. But the strange ones more than made up for these.
At first the 'interesting phenomenon' merited no cause for concern, but with Murata's decision to spend more time on Earth to concentrate and finish his studies, the occurrences became too irritatingly frequent and too irritatingly unpredictable for Wolfram who suspected that he was beginning to develop a nervous tick every time Yuuri was on Earth.
Yuuri, however, did not have as strong a reaction, he just thought it strange that his body kept wanting to appear in various liquids and containers and vaguely blamed Murata for his all too inadequate instructions on inter-dimensional travel. Later on, after seeing the shocking pattern, Yuuri unreasonably and selfishly put a little bit of the blame on Wolfram for being his fiancé. Yuuri tried to shrug it off and ignore it, he was too busy to put any thought or effort in such a little inconvenience.
However, after the umpteenth time that the third son of the ex-Maou was treated to an unexpected appearance of the Shin Makoku sovereign, something broke. One would not say that all hell broke loose, but perhaps one might admit that a little part of hell was no longer quite up to snuff.
Next: Arrival Gate: 1 - Fishpond