Kyou Kara Maou: Gwendal & Yozak...Insanity!
Title: Insanity, Part 1: Folly
Author: Shayheyred
Theme: Five moments of insanity
Rating: G
A.N.: I've recently come to detect a definite appeal for this pairing. It's a bit unexpected, perhaps - both of the characters seem tied to others. But if you watch the interaction...well, apparently my slash goggles are firmly in place. Hope yours are, too!
The thing is, he's Conrad's man, Conrad's friend, Conrad's compatriot. They've been inseparable since they were boys, fighting side-by-side, binding their wounds together, facing the horrors of prejudice and war -- linked by blood and temperament, sharing experiences that most men, human or demon, could not possibly imagine. Yozak thinks there's no finer man in the world - any world - than Sir Conrad Weller. Sure, he may officially be under the command of Gwendal von Walde, but Conrad's the friend of his heart, his most important person, and always will be. He loves the damn fellow! He'd lay down his life for him, knowing as he did so that Conrad willingly would do the same.
Thus, it's admittedly strange (and Yozak, ever pragmatic, cheerfully admits to strangeness, even beyond the occasional cross-dressing) when he comes down to the fencing yard one morning to find Conrad and Gwendal practicing their swordplay, and an idle wind picks up Gwendal's hair and whirls it into a blue-black cloud as he lunges and parries, feints and attacks, and Yozak stops dead in his tracks and thinks--
beautiful.
Wait. Whuh--
Beautiful?
Yozak lets out his breath in a measured stream, willing his heart to stop pounding quite so fast. No. Ridiculous. Gwendal is not beautiful, he is severe, severe and unsmiling and harsh and terrifying and oh, dear Shinou, I want you, I want you right now.
A bolt of sensation strikes his loins. Yozak gasps. Mouth agape, he gawks at the two fighters, Conrad, his warm-hearted friend, Gwendal, his cool, grim commander. Brothers so alike and yet so different.
Gwendal? But--
Suddenly the absurdity of it all crashes through him. Yozak collapses onto a tree stump, holding his sides, unable to fend off the gales of laughter that burst forth.
"Yozak?"
Choking, hiccuping, helpless to control himself, he looks up to find Conrad approaching, the smile on that handsome countenance indicating how much he wants to share in the joke. "You seem in good spirits this morning."
"You're easily distracted, Conrad," Gwendal growls, sheathing his sword. "Apparently we're done. I'm going to the stables." He pauses to glower in Yozak's direction. "I'm glad you're amused, Gurrier. There's a war going on, you know!" And with that he turns on his booted heel, departing with uniform flapping behind him, black hair trailing in an angry wake.
Oh, yes, Gwendal, I really, really want you.
Yozak can't do anything but collapse again into unquenchable laughter.
Conrad squats beside him. "So? Tell me what's so funny."
"Oh, Taichou," Yozak gasps. He clasps his dearest friend by the shoulder and wipes away his own tears of mirth. "It's nothing. Nothing at all." He turns once more to watch Gwendal stride away. "It's just that apparently your old pal Yozak has gone insane."
Author: Shayheyred
Theme: Five moments of insanity
Rating: G
A.N.: I've recently come to detect a definite appeal for this pairing. It's a bit unexpected, perhaps - both of the characters seem tied to others. But if you watch the interaction...well, apparently my slash goggles are firmly in place. Hope yours are, too!
The thing is, he's Conrad's man, Conrad's friend, Conrad's compatriot. They've been inseparable since they were boys, fighting side-by-side, binding their wounds together, facing the horrors of prejudice and war -- linked by blood and temperament, sharing experiences that most men, human or demon, could not possibly imagine. Yozak thinks there's no finer man in the world - any world - than Sir Conrad Weller. Sure, he may officially be under the command of Gwendal von Walde, but Conrad's the friend of his heart, his most important person, and always will be. He loves the damn fellow! He'd lay down his life for him, knowing as he did so that Conrad willingly would do the same.
Thus, it's admittedly strange (and Yozak, ever pragmatic, cheerfully admits to strangeness, even beyond the occasional cross-dressing) when he comes down to the fencing yard one morning to find Conrad and Gwendal practicing their swordplay, and an idle wind picks up Gwendal's hair and whirls it into a blue-black cloud as he lunges and parries, feints and attacks, and Yozak stops dead in his tracks and thinks--
beautiful.
Wait. Whuh--
Beautiful?
Yozak lets out his breath in a measured stream, willing his heart to stop pounding quite so fast. No. Ridiculous. Gwendal is not beautiful, he is severe, severe and unsmiling and harsh and terrifying and oh, dear Shinou, I want you, I want you right now.
A bolt of sensation strikes his loins. Yozak gasps. Mouth agape, he gawks at the two fighters, Conrad, his warm-hearted friend, Gwendal, his cool, grim commander. Brothers so alike and yet so different.
Gwendal? But--
Suddenly the absurdity of it all crashes through him. Yozak collapses onto a tree stump, holding his sides, unable to fend off the gales of laughter that burst forth.
"Yozak?"
Choking, hiccuping, helpless to control himself, he looks up to find Conrad approaching, the smile on that handsome countenance indicating how much he wants to share in the joke. "You seem in good spirits this morning."
"You're easily distracted, Conrad," Gwendal growls, sheathing his sword. "Apparently we're done. I'm going to the stables." He pauses to glower in Yozak's direction. "I'm glad you're amused, Gurrier. There's a war going on, you know!" And with that he turns on his booted heel, departing with uniform flapping behind him, black hair trailing in an angry wake.
Oh, yes, Gwendal, I really, really want you.
Yozak can't do anything but collapse again into unquenchable laughter.
Conrad squats beside him. "So? Tell me what's so funny."
"Oh, Taichou," Yozak gasps. He clasps his dearest friend by the shoulder and wipes away his own tears of mirth. "It's nothing. Nothing at all." He turns once more to watch Gwendal stride away. "It's just that apparently your old pal Yozak has gone insane."