Kyou Kara Maou: Gwendal & Yozak: Insanity!
Title: Insanity, Part 3: Lunatics
Author: shayheyred
Pairing: Gwendal/Yozak and others, names withheld
Rating:
Theme: Five Moments of Insanity
Spoilers: None
A/N: As the icon says, this has too many words! Nearly 1500 of them. What can I say? There's lots of lunacy at Covenant Castle this week!
Part 1: Folly
Part 2: Absurdity
"Whaaaaat?"
"Isn't it wonderful?" the dreamy-eyed maid cooed, clasping her hands in glee. "The news is all over the castle."
"Is it?"
"Hadn't you heard?"
Gunter's long, pale hair wafted slowly downward, as limp as his expression. "No...I hadn't," he sniffed. "And why should I? After all, what am I? Nothing! No one! I'm just a rejected, forgotten, overlooked, cast aside, unloved-" His greatcoat puddling about him, he sank to the corridor floor in abject despair, a sob catching in his throat. A clean square of linen materialized in front of him just as the tears began. "Thank you," he snuffled, grabbing the handkerchief from the maid, pressing it to his streaming eyes. "It's just that this takes me quite...quite...by surprise. I mean, Anissina was one thing, but I thought...he, I thought I, that we--aaah, Gwendal!"
"Please, Your Excellency, you mustn't take on so!" The girl patted him awkwardly on the shoulder and regarded him with alarm. "Perhaps it's all for the best, sir."
"For the best? Gwendal and...Yozak?" Gunter blew his nose loudly, but the tears kept streaking down his flushed cheeks.
"Oh, please don't cry! All I meant was, Yozak's a hearty fellow, and Lord von Walde can be a bit of a handful. You know him-"
"Intimately," moaned Gunter.
"Really?" The girl clapped her hands happily. "I knew it! I win the pool! Wait till I tell the others!"
Whatever else she said as she trotted off toward the kitchen was obliterated by Gunter's dramatic sobs.
~*~
"I don't believe it!"
"Trust me," Yuuri sighed, "I didn't want to believe it, either. But Murata saw them-"
"-behind the stables," continued Wolfram, hands gesturing wildly. "Lying in the grass and...doing things to each other." Beside him, Yuuri twitched. "What's your problem, Yuuri?"
"He wouldn't," Anissina said again, more firmly this time, folding her arms over her ample chest. "Gwendal wouldn’t!"
"But Murata--"
"I don't care what he says."
"But he's the Great Sage--"
"Gwendal wouldn't behave like that, not with Yozak, or anyone else."
"What about Gunter?" Wolfram asked. "I'm pretty sure they've-"
"Ehhh? Gunter too?" Yuuri's head whipped around. "What kind of place is this?"
"It's perfectly normal," snapped Wolfram, shooting him a speaking look. "They're both lords. But Yozak's beneath him-"
"That's not what Murata said," Yuuri offered, then turned scarlet and shuddered. "Oh, great. Now I've got that picture in my head."
"It can't be true," Anissina announced decisively, turning back to her experiment, a terrifying device with a suspicious-looking helmet and straps. Yuuri contemplated the position of the straps and shuddered again. "He wouldn't do that to me," Anissina muttered, her brow furrowing in a way oddly reminiscent of Gwendal himself. "He better not have done that to me." She picked up a bottle of sickly green liquid. "Or else."
"Okay, then," Yuuri said, backing away in alarm, grabbing a handful of Wolfram's tunic and dragging him along. "We'll be leaving now."
Anissina stood glaring at the machine until the two boys were halfway down the hall. Then with an angry shout she flung the flask against the wall.
~*~
"Yozak…with Gwendal?"
"Yes, my lady," Dorcas confirmed, bowing deeply. "This morning, behind the stables. And, er, then again down by the lake. And once over by the-"
"Oh, dear," said Lady Cherie, her smile fading. "Poor Conrad."
"Did I hear someone call?"
Conrad stepped into the chamber with a nod to Dorcas and bent down to kiss Cherie's cheek, smiling affectionately. "Now, mother, what’s all this about 'poor Conrad?'"
"Oh, my dear, your heart must be broken." She reached up to pat his cheek. "What with your older brother stealing Yozak from you."
Conrad blinked once, twice, a third time - and then laughed aloud. "Yozak…and Gwendal? That's…well, that's the funniest thing I've heard in ages! Where did you get such a story?"
"It's true, Sir Conrad."
"Oh, come now," Conrad laughed, sitting down. "Someone's pulling your leg. Both of your legs."
"Dearest, it's all over the palace. They've been seen by the stables-"
"-and the lake, and once under that big tree above the gardens, and the cook caught them in the ice house - damned chilly place to do those sorts of things, I should think," Dorcas mused. "Apparently they don't seem to care who sees 'em."
"It's love!" Cherie threw herself back into the cushions, an expression of utter delight on her lovely face. "Right now they're in the first flush of passion, so of course they don't care who catches them together. I suppose I should have a word with Gwendal about modesty, though - the maids were quite scandalized by the size of his-"
"Mother!" The amusement had drained from Conrad's face. "I don't believe it. Yozak…after all these years! How could he…with Gwendal, and not-"
"Wait a moment, dear." Cherie sat up sharply, eyes wide open. "You mean you and Yozak…the two of you…you…never?" Conrad shook his head and dropped it into his hands. "But I thought… everyone thought…I mean, the two of you have been so close!"
"We are close, Mother. Just not that close. It's my fault - I never thought his interests lay in that direction."
"Really?" Dorcas interjected. "Even with all the dresses?"
"You're excused, Dorcas," Cherie said pointedly and Dorcas slunk out the door. Cherie moved to sit beside Conrad and flung her arms around him, hugging him tight. "Oh, my poor darling. Unrequited love! How wonderful!"
Conrad ran his fingers through his hair, a study in misery. "Mother. What am I to do?"
"Let's see…Yozak's broken your heart and your older brother has stolen the one you desire. Conrad," Cherie said, turning his face to hers, "there's only one thing you can do."
~*~
There's only one thing I can do, Gunter thought. Shall I drown myself or run on my sword?
"Gunter!" Anissina bolted into the corridor where Gunter sat wallowing in despair. "Just the one I wanted to see."
"Anissina?" There was a disturbance to his left and he turned his head. "Conrad?"
Conrad crashed through a door, a very determined look on his face. "Gunter. Anissina. Just the ones I wanted to see."
"Eh?"
"Conrad." Anissina looked from one to the other. "So, you've both heard."
Conrad nodded. Gunter merely sniffed into the handkerchief, which had become quite sodden.
"As I see it," Anissina proclaimed, "there's only one thing to do."
Conrad nodded. "I agree."
"Er," said Gunter, confused. "What's that?"
"Well." She pulled Gunter upright and linked one arm in his, sliding her other arm around Conrad's. "I believe it's called 'revenge.'"
"Revenge?"
"Revenge," Conrad agreed.
"Revenge," Anissina repeated. "Tit for tat! Payback! What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander-"
"Ehh?" Gunter said, still quite perplexed. "Can you be more specific?"
Anissina smiled slyly and then planted her lips firmly against Gunter's, bestowing a scorching kiss. The hair on the back of his neck began to rise - an effect shared by another body part - and just when he thought he'd faint from lack of breath, Anissina pulled away, turning to Conrad and doing the same with him.
"Ahh," Gunter said, comprehending. "Revenge."
"Mm, yes," Conrad added as his lips parted from Anissina's in an audible smack. "I believe in Yuuri's world it's called a ménage a trois."
~*~
Somewhat later Gunter poked his head out from a tangle of limbs and clothing and pillows and blinked at Anissina, whose red hair was draped over his naked chest, and Conrad, whose head rested in Anissina's naked lap, and whose hand was still fondling Gunter's loins. All in all, he felt quite content. "So, do you think this revenge thing will fix the, ah, situation?"
"I've no idea," replied Conrad, "but I'm beginning to care less about it."
"Mm." Anissina slid up along Gunter's body, causing him to shiver. "As for me," she whispered into his ear, "I'm definitely feeling less tense."
~*~
"It's the strangest thing," Yozak said, moving to straddle Gwendal again. "Did you hear that moaning coming from Lady von Khrelnikov's chambers?"
"Hmph. No doubt Anissina's got some new infernal invention in there. She'll have to get someone else to test it - I'm done with that." He rolled them over so he was on top. "But I'm not done with you."
Yozak grinned sleepily. "Sounds good to me. Funny thing, though-"
"Mm, what is?"
"Could've sworn the moaning sounded like Lord von Kleist."
"Gunter?" Gwendal snorted. "Don't be ridiculous! You might as well say it sounded like my brother Conrad."
Author: shayheyred
Pairing: Gwendal/Yozak and others, names withheld
Rating:
Theme: Five Moments of Insanity
Spoilers: None
A/N: As the icon says, this has too many words! Nearly 1500 of them. What can I say? There's lots of lunacy at Covenant Castle this week!
Part 1: Folly
Part 2: Absurdity
"Whaaaaat?"
"Isn't it wonderful?" the dreamy-eyed maid cooed, clasping her hands in glee. "The news is all over the castle."
"Is it?"
"Hadn't you heard?"
Gunter's long, pale hair wafted slowly downward, as limp as his expression. "No...I hadn't," he sniffed. "And why should I? After all, what am I? Nothing! No one! I'm just a rejected, forgotten, overlooked, cast aside, unloved-" His greatcoat puddling about him, he sank to the corridor floor in abject despair, a sob catching in his throat. A clean square of linen materialized in front of him just as the tears began. "Thank you," he snuffled, grabbing the handkerchief from the maid, pressing it to his streaming eyes. "It's just that this takes me quite...quite...by surprise. I mean, Anissina was one thing, but I thought...he, I thought I, that we--aaah, Gwendal!"
"Please, Your Excellency, you mustn't take on so!" The girl patted him awkwardly on the shoulder and regarded him with alarm. "Perhaps it's all for the best, sir."
"For the best? Gwendal and...Yozak?" Gunter blew his nose loudly, but the tears kept streaking down his flushed cheeks.
"Oh, please don't cry! All I meant was, Yozak's a hearty fellow, and Lord von Walde can be a bit of a handful. You know him-"
"Intimately," moaned Gunter.
"Really?" The girl clapped her hands happily. "I knew it! I win the pool! Wait till I tell the others!"
Whatever else she said as she trotted off toward the kitchen was obliterated by Gunter's dramatic sobs.
~*~
"I don't believe it!"
"Trust me," Yuuri sighed, "I didn't want to believe it, either. But Murata saw them-"
"-behind the stables," continued Wolfram, hands gesturing wildly. "Lying in the grass and...doing things to each other." Beside him, Yuuri twitched. "What's your problem, Yuuri?"
"He wouldn't," Anissina said again, more firmly this time, folding her arms over her ample chest. "Gwendal wouldn’t!"
"But Murata--"
"I don't care what he says."
"But he's the Great Sage--"
"Gwendal wouldn't behave like that, not with Yozak, or anyone else."
"What about Gunter?" Wolfram asked. "I'm pretty sure they've-"
"Ehhh? Gunter too?" Yuuri's head whipped around. "What kind of place is this?"
"It's perfectly normal," snapped Wolfram, shooting him a speaking look. "They're both lords. But Yozak's beneath him-"
"That's not what Murata said," Yuuri offered, then turned scarlet and shuddered. "Oh, great. Now I've got that picture in my head."
"It can't be true," Anissina announced decisively, turning back to her experiment, a terrifying device with a suspicious-looking helmet and straps. Yuuri contemplated the position of the straps and shuddered again. "He wouldn't do that to me," Anissina muttered, her brow furrowing in a way oddly reminiscent of Gwendal himself. "He better not have done that to me." She picked up a bottle of sickly green liquid. "Or else."
"Okay, then," Yuuri said, backing away in alarm, grabbing a handful of Wolfram's tunic and dragging him along. "We'll be leaving now."
Anissina stood glaring at the machine until the two boys were halfway down the hall. Then with an angry shout she flung the flask against the wall.
~*~
"Yozak…with Gwendal?"
"Yes, my lady," Dorcas confirmed, bowing deeply. "This morning, behind the stables. And, er, then again down by the lake. And once over by the-"
"Oh, dear," said Lady Cherie, her smile fading. "Poor Conrad."
"Did I hear someone call?"
Conrad stepped into the chamber with a nod to Dorcas and bent down to kiss Cherie's cheek, smiling affectionately. "Now, mother, what’s all this about 'poor Conrad?'"
"Oh, my dear, your heart must be broken." She reached up to pat his cheek. "What with your older brother stealing Yozak from you."
Conrad blinked once, twice, a third time - and then laughed aloud. "Yozak…and Gwendal? That's…well, that's the funniest thing I've heard in ages! Where did you get such a story?"
"It's true, Sir Conrad."
"Oh, come now," Conrad laughed, sitting down. "Someone's pulling your leg. Both of your legs."
"Dearest, it's all over the palace. They've been seen by the stables-"
"-and the lake, and once under that big tree above the gardens, and the cook caught them in the ice house - damned chilly place to do those sorts of things, I should think," Dorcas mused. "Apparently they don't seem to care who sees 'em."
"It's love!" Cherie threw herself back into the cushions, an expression of utter delight on her lovely face. "Right now they're in the first flush of passion, so of course they don't care who catches them together. I suppose I should have a word with Gwendal about modesty, though - the maids were quite scandalized by the size of his-"
"Mother!" The amusement had drained from Conrad's face. "I don't believe it. Yozak…after all these years! How could he…with Gwendal, and not-"
"Wait a moment, dear." Cherie sat up sharply, eyes wide open. "You mean you and Yozak…the two of you…you…never?" Conrad shook his head and dropped it into his hands. "But I thought… everyone thought…I mean, the two of you have been so close!"
"We are close, Mother. Just not that close. It's my fault - I never thought his interests lay in that direction."
"Really?" Dorcas interjected. "Even with all the dresses?"
"You're excused, Dorcas," Cherie said pointedly and Dorcas slunk out the door. Cherie moved to sit beside Conrad and flung her arms around him, hugging him tight. "Oh, my poor darling. Unrequited love! How wonderful!"
Conrad ran his fingers through his hair, a study in misery. "Mother. What am I to do?"
"Let's see…Yozak's broken your heart and your older brother has stolen the one you desire. Conrad," Cherie said, turning his face to hers, "there's only one thing you can do."
~*~
There's only one thing I can do, Gunter thought. Shall I drown myself or run on my sword?
"Gunter!" Anissina bolted into the corridor where Gunter sat wallowing in despair. "Just the one I wanted to see."
"Anissina?" There was a disturbance to his left and he turned his head. "Conrad?"
Conrad crashed through a door, a very determined look on his face. "Gunter. Anissina. Just the ones I wanted to see."
"Eh?"
"Conrad." Anissina looked from one to the other. "So, you've both heard."
Conrad nodded. Gunter merely sniffed into the handkerchief, which had become quite sodden.
"As I see it," Anissina proclaimed, "there's only one thing to do."
Conrad nodded. "I agree."
"Er," said Gunter, confused. "What's that?"
"Well." She pulled Gunter upright and linked one arm in his, sliding her other arm around Conrad's. "I believe it's called 'revenge.'"
"Revenge?"
"Revenge," Conrad agreed.
"Revenge," Anissina repeated. "Tit for tat! Payback! What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander-"
"Ehh?" Gunter said, still quite perplexed. "Can you be more specific?"
Anissina smiled slyly and then planted her lips firmly against Gunter's, bestowing a scorching kiss. The hair on the back of his neck began to rise - an effect shared by another body part - and just when he thought he'd faint from lack of breath, Anissina pulled away, turning to Conrad and doing the same with him.
"Ahh," Gunter said, comprehending. "Revenge."
"Mm, yes," Conrad added as his lips parted from Anissina's in an audible smack. "I believe in Yuuri's world it's called a ménage a trois."
~*~
Somewhat later Gunter poked his head out from a tangle of limbs and clothing and pillows and blinked at Anissina, whose red hair was draped over his naked chest, and Conrad, whose head rested in Anissina's naked lap, and whose hand was still fondling Gunter's loins. All in all, he felt quite content. "So, do you think this revenge thing will fix the, ah, situation?"
"I've no idea," replied Conrad, "but I'm beginning to care less about it."
"Mm." Anissina slid up along Gunter's body, causing him to shiver. "As for me," she whispered into his ear, "I'm definitely feeling less tense."
~*~
"It's the strangest thing," Yozak said, moving to straddle Gwendal again. "Did you hear that moaning coming from Lady von Khrelnikov's chambers?"
"Hmph. No doubt Anissina's got some new infernal invention in there. She'll have to get someone else to test it - I'm done with that." He rolled them over so he was on top. "But I'm not done with you."
Yozak grinned sleepily. "Sounds good to me. Funny thing, though-"
"Mm, what is?"
"Could've sworn the moaning sounded like Lord von Kleist."
"Gunter?" Gwendal snorted. "Don't be ridiculous! You might as well say it sounded like my brother Conrad."