Title: Never Too Old: Director's Cut [Yuuri/Wolfram, Conrad/Yozak]
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Rating/Warnings: PG-13 for swordfighting and Wolfram's speedbump (mpreg)
Summary: Greta is growing up way too fast, and Yuuri has a plan to keep
her away from the scary boys.
A/N: Thanks to ramen_addict
for the beta, and to the various people I bounced ideas off of on IM.
This is the story that To
Bandarbia, With Love was the backstory for.
This is
technically the real and first story, the story that the other two are
just backstory for. I thought that I remembered running the idea by
Ramen mostly formed, but when i went back to look at my logs, it turned
out that Greta was entirely her idea.
So this was all her fault.
"Once upon a time there was a princess…"
"Daddy," Greta rolled her eyes as she settled against her pillows, "I'm
too old for bedtime stories!"
Where the story starts, and where it
ends as well. Before I wrote anything, I had this scene and the final
scene pretty much finished in my head. I could never figure out where
all the stuff in between (and before and after) came from.
"Are you?" Yuuri asked, peering at her in mock-confusion from his seat
on the edge of her bed. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sixteen! Besides," Greta added when Yuuri didn't look convinced,
"I need to get my rest for the big banquet tomorrow."
"Well, that's true," Yuuri admitted. "It won't do to have the Maou's
daughter greeting the human ambassadors with bags under her eyes."
"And Alford will be there too, right?" Greta's eyes were shining with a
light that Yuuri did not exactly like the looks of.
"Ye-es," he said slowly, tucking the blankets up to her chin and
wishing he weren't suddenly noticing the way her face had lost its
babyfat and how her hair was straightening from little-girl curls to a
more mature wave.
"He's so handsome!" Greta sighed, rolling over onto her side away from
Yuuri. "Good night, Daddy."
In a first draft of this, Greta was
some kind of feminist activist thanks to Anissina, but it never quite
panned out the way I wanted it to.
Yuuri sat on her bed for a long few seconds, his hand resting on
Greta's shoulder until she sleepily asked if he was all right.
"Sure." Yuuri shook himself and stood up after giving Greta's shoulder
a last squeeze. "Good night, Greta-chan."
A word about honorifics and Japanese
words. I try not to use Japanese words, cause everything they say
should be Japanese, right? It's frustrating sometimes. I typically
leave honorifics in, if it's adding something to the dialogue the
English can't express. Sound effects in my stories, as well, tend to be
more Japanese these days, but this story is a bit too old for that.
*******
"Of course she's growing up," Wolfram rolled his eyes, peering at Yuuri
from over the top of a book bound in shiny purple leather. Pregnancy
had certainly not improved Wolfram's taste in reading, Yuuri had been
disgusted to find. "She's human, after all."
Wolfram was always pregnant in this
story. I do not know why.
"But Wo-olf,"
Yuuri whined, flopping down on the bed beside him. He plucked the book
out of Wolfram's hand with disdainful fingers and dropped it over the
side of the bed. "She's too young for boys!"
"You were younger
than her when you got engaged to me," Wolfram pointed out, retrieving
his book easily and dusting off the cover. He laid the book flat over
the slight bump in his abdomen.
"That was different," Yuuri
insisted. He reached over and pushed the book off Wolfram's middle.
"Don't touch my kid with that, you'll pervert his tastes before he's
even born."
"That's ridiculous," Wolfram informed him, but set
the book on the bedside table. Yuuri shuddered when he noticed
Anissina's name in lurid pink script on the spine. "I'm sure his or her
tastes will have nothing to do with what I'm reading, which there is nothing
wrong with.
Certainly no more than sleeping on a mattress which hides a dozen or
more of the perverted comics you keep bringing back from your world."
"I told you those aren't mine!" Yuuri screeched, sitting up in
indignation. "My mother keeps slipping them into my bag! And don't
change the subject! Greta likes boys!"
Is this the first time I mention
Yuuri's mother slipping him the yaoi? it actually might be, but I
honestly can't remember when i started using that gag. It's gotten so
widespread, and I've been in KKM so long, that when I subverted it by
saying it was actually Murata in my 20 random facts, people asked me if
Yuuri's mother doing it was canon.
"There there," Wolfram
soothed, tugging Yuuri against his shoulder and ruffling his hair.
"Don't get upset, I'm sure she'll experiment with girls some too. Why
don't you get some sleep, hmm?"
"That's not…" Yuuri
began to protest, but the way Wolfram was rubbing his scalp was making
his eyes droop, and Yuuri yawned and filed the discussion away for the
morning.
I adore that pregnant Wolfram is the
voice of reason here.
*****
"You just wait," Yuuri said darkly to
Yozak when he failed utterly to appreciate his Maou's distress. "When
that one turns sixteen, you'll see that I have perfectly legitimate
concerns."
"I'm sure you're right, Your Majesty," Yozak agreed,
efficiently shifting the two-year-old daughter and picture book in his
lap into a more stable position. Arielle tossed her orange curls and
set her chubby little face into a perfect Weller pout.
Arielle means 'little lion', and oh
good christ do I hate naming original characters.
Sighing, Yuuri turned his attention back to where Conrad was sparring
with Greta. Yuuri had insisted during a period of upheaval several
years ago that his daughter learn to defend herself, and after the
thirty seconds where he taught Greta everything he knew about
sword-fighting, Wolfram had taken over the task.
Just the idea of Yuuri teaching
anybody to swordfight.
In the last
year, both Greta's proficiency and Wolfram's pregnancy had convinced
all involved that it was better if Conrad took over her lessons. Yuuri
felt a swell of pride as he watched his daughter's blade flash against
his godfather's with a good deal more skill than his ever would.
The glinting of the morning sunlight off the swords caught Arielle's
attention as well, and she squealed in glee, stretching out her hands
towards the pretty. She struggled harder, and finally managed to slip
Yozak's grip, making straight for her father.
Part of your woooooooorld....okay, no
more Little Mermaid jokes, I promise.
"Oi, Weller!" Yozak called, setting the book aside. "Heads up!"
Yuuri shook off his shiver of uneasiness, knowing that Conrad was more
than cautious enough of swords near his daughter, and chuckled along
with Yozak when Conrad swung Arielle up onto his shoulders and held her
steady with one hand as a handicap when he picked up sparring with
Greta.
"She's getting pretty good," Yozak commented, setting the book on the
ground between them and relaxing back onto his elbows.
"Mmhmm," Yuuri acknowledged the compliment. His eyes strayed to the
cover of the book, which featured a swooning princess on a sort of dome
and a bunch of knights crashing into each other. "What book is that?"
"Oh you know," Yozak waved a dismissive hand, "the one about the king
who doesn't want to give away his daughter's dowry, so he makes the
suitors do these ridiculous contests."
"You don't say." Yuuri's eyes lit up with interest, and he scooped up
the book and began paging through it.
Somebody had to have a young kid to
make this plot point, and Eru was going to be too old. Yozak
volunteered, because of a chance comment about floral maternity shifts,
and then I wrote thousands of words of explanatory Yozak pregnancy to
work out the whole Bandarbia idea.
"Whew!" Conrad said when the sparring match ended, trudging over and
dropping Arielle into Yozak's arms. He wiped his forehead and was still
catching his breath. "Your Majesty, I'm proud to announce that your
daughter can completely thrash me with a handicap."
"Don't call
me that," Yuuri muttered. When he looked up from the book, his eyes
held a rather disturbing gleam. "She's that good, hm?"
"Ye-es," Conrad answered, eyeing his Maou. "Yuuri, what are you
reading?"
"Nothing!" Yuuri quickly slid the book back into Yozak's hands and
stood up. "Say, have you seen Murata around?"
Yozak and Conrad exchanged glances when the Maou went off in search of
the Great Sage, before Greta approached, grinning victoriously.
"Wasn't Daddy here a minute ago?" she asked. Her expression soured a
little when she spotted the book in Yozak's hands. "You know, I never
liked that story much."
"Hmm," said Conrad.
*******
"Hmm," said the Great Sage.
It's rare that I use this scene change
trick, but I always always love it.
"Oh come on!" Yuuri wheedled. "It's not like we can have just anybody
marrying the princess of Shin Makoku. This is the perfect solution!"
"Shibuya, have you talked to Greta about this?" Murata inquired.
"Of course not." Yuuri waved him off. "What does she have to do with
it?"
What indeed.
Murata took a moment to eye Yuuri thoughtfully, thinking that Shinou
had sure been right when he'd said that there'd never been a Maou quite
like Yuuri ever before. He hoped for the sake of his next few
reincarnations that this was a one-time deal.
"Your Majesty,"
he said finally, "I think you should think about this carefully before
proceeding. And at any rate, shouldn't you be getting ready for the
reception tonight?"
"Oh crap!" Yuuri exclaimed. "What time is it? Wolfram's going to kill
me!"
The Maou dashed off to appease the fashion whims of his husband,
and the Great Sage set out to have a few choice words with the princess
in question.
Of personal canonical note is the fact
that the only person more sneaky than Yozak, is Murata, and the only
person more sneaky than Murata, is Greta. And she's cuter too. No force
on earth can stop her.
*******
The reception did nothing to cool
Yuuri's fervor for his new idea, and in fact, after watching Greta
giggle her way through several traditional dances at the side of Alford
Markina, he called an emergency meeting of his cabinet.
Ramen pointed out her amusement that
cabinet meeting = family meeting. I like when they have one that they
'forget' to invite somebody to.
"Let
me get this straight," Gwendal said after a moment of collective
silence. "You want to have Greta duel anyone who asks for her hand?"
"Who was in charge of keeping His Majesty away from the punch, because
you're fired!" announced Please-Share-With-Everyone-Kun-Version-3.7
from on top of Gwendal's head, blinking merrily.
Everybody loves this machine. While
initially amused by it, I actually sort of dislike it now, cause I feel
obligated to keep having it come back over and over and over.
"Gwendal, can't you get rid of that thing?" Wolfram demanded.
"Be glad it isn't No-Gender-Discrimination-Kun," Conrad commented, "or
we'd all be dead right now."
And also because nobody thinks this
line is as funny as I do.
"I was going to say Conrad should fight them at first, because nobody
can beat him," Yuuri further elucidated his plan, "but then I thought
we should take Greta's feelings into account, and anyway, Conrad said
she's really good!"
Another long moment of silence followed that pronouncement.
"Gunter, isn't there some rule about this?" Gwendal finally snapped,
turning to the Royal Tutor, who quailed at the sudden attention.
"Well," Gunter wrung his hands, "er…"
"I think it's a good idea," came a voice from the doorway.
Everyone whirled to find Greta smiling at them, hands neatly folded in
front of her and cheeks flushed from dancing. Several cabinet members
began shuffling their feet.
"See!" Yuuri demanded, victorious. "My daughter has some sense at
least!"
The best thing ever is when Yuuri
thinks he's winning.
"Greta," Conrad began, but Greta took a few more steps into the room
and interrupted.
"I'm the princess of Shin Makoku, aren't I?" she asked, tilting her
head prettily to one side. "Gwendal, you've been getting proposals for
an alliance through arranged marriage for months now, haven't you?"
Gwendal grunted a reluctant agreement, and
Please-Share-With-Everyone-Kun-Version-3.7 added an enthusiastic "And
how!"
"And Gunter, it isn't very proper for Shin Makoku royalty to marry a
man who can't even beat a princess with a sword, is it?" Greta blinked
innocently.
"No, of course not!" Gunter looked immensely relieved.
"Obviously I can't marry just anybody," Greta finished.
"You're being strangely silent," Conrad turned to Murata, who was
smiling, expression unreadable behind his glasses. The torchlight of
the room glinted eerily off his lenses. "What do you know about this?"
"She is the princess of Shin Makoku," Murata shrugged. "The Maou must
do what's best for the Demon Kingdom."
"It's not like I orchestrated the
whole thing, your majesty."
"Please, Daddies?" Greta somehow made her eyes look even larger and put
on the royal pout Celi had spent a week teaching her. "You're the ones
who wanted me to able to protect myself, after all."
"Fine, have it your way." Wolfram caved in exasperation, getting a big
hug from Greta as a reward.
"And Shibuya bats it out of the park!" Yuuri crowed, snatching up Greta
to twirl her around, making her squeal.
Aw, baseball and adorably manipulative
daughters! I love this fandom.
"You are all freaks, and I am going to hide in my own castle for the
duration," Please-Share-With-Everyone-Kun-Version-3.7 announced.
"The hell you are," Conrad smiled, snatching at Gwendal's sleeve with
an iron grip to keep him right where he was.
******
Greta set the whole business off to an auspicious start by defeating
Conrad un-handicapped within the week. When questioned about it, Conrad
told Yuuri that it wasn't her skill that had suddenly improved so much
as her determination, and Yuuri had seemed satisfied with this proof
that his plan was a very good one.
The situation built up
slowly, as word of the challenge of the princess of Shin Makoku
trickled out through the neighboring kingdoms, until several months
later, Greta was handing half a dozen nobles a month their increasingly
elaborate hats.
Soon the exaggeration of the story from one
person to the next about the undefeatable princess had nobles from
kingdoms that had previously had absolutely no interest in marrying
into Shin Makoku making the trip to try their luck.
These paragraphs kind of suck a lot,
but I just had to keep everything moving along.
Gunter,
faced with a continuous stream of ambassadors from far-off places to
instruct Yuuri in the customs of, was in heaven. Conrad had foiled
several of Gwendal's attempts to flee early on, but he had finally
settled down enough to enjoy the steady supply of foreign dignitaries
with whom he could discuss military strategy. Murata merely seemed
bemused by the whole business.
Greta seemed unphased, either
by the suitors themselves or by her growing reputation for swordplay.
She still practiced in the mornings with Conrad and Yozak, although now
she had advanced to taking them both on with an increasing measure of
success. Many afternoons found her taking long afternoon rides into the
countryside, and when Yuuri asked her about it, Greta said that it
helped her unwind after so many stifling state dinners in a row.
Half a dozen months more, and the number of suitors Greta was
disappointing had increased to at least two or three a week. More than
one of the losers had informed Yuuri on their way out that they hoped
his daughter enjoyed spinsterhood.
With several weeks to go
until Greta's seventeenth birthday, Yuuri was beginning to worry that
his plan was working just a bit too well.
Er, at some point I meant to mention
that at least an engagement had to be announced by Greta's 17th
birthday. It's kind of arbitrary and unsatisfying, but eh, this is a
fairy tale.
"Honestly, what did
you expect?" Wolfram demanded, tugging at the pillow that was
supporting his aching back. "The whole point was that she was really
good so that nobody would get to marry her."
"That wasn't exactly the point," Yuuri muttered, uncomfortable with the
fact that it actually had been. "I just…"
"Didn't want the scary men touching your little girl?" Wolfram
inquired. Yuuri reflected sourly that hormones made Wolfram's intuition
bitingly accurate, but had done nothing for his tact. "I'm glad this
kid of yours is a Mazoku, because even if it is a girl, we won't have
to do this again for a long, long time."
Ever hear that old lore that manly men
father daughters? Yuuri and Wolfram will be having sons, lots and lots
of sons. They'll be happy with that after Greta, anyway.
"It might be a half-blood, you know," Yuuri replied petulantly. "And
why is it my kid all the sudden?"
"Because it's kicking my kidneys," Wolfram groused, giving up on the
pillow entirely and tossing it across the royal bedroom. "And your
inferior human blood better not have interfered with centuries of
proper Bielefelt breeding."
"Snob," Yuuri accused
affectionately, tugging Wolfram up into a sitting position and then
sliding in behind him. Wolfram yelped when Yuuri dug thumbs into his
lower back, but then relaxed into the massage. "Stop changing the
subject. What if there isn't anybody who can beat Greta?"
Aw, once in a while Yuuri is a
competent husband. *pinches his cheek*
"You're the Maou, idiot," Wolfram reminded him, voice deepening with
pleasure. "Call the whole thing off if you're concerned."
********
Greta flatly refused.
Ahahahahahaha! another scene change I
love.
"I'm the princess of Shin Makoku," she said firmly, setting down the
basket of muffins she had made on Yuuri's desk. "I can't marry just
anybody."
Yuuri deeply regretted all the time he'd spent in
the human world, leaving his daughter alone with her other,
ridiculously stubborn, daddy. He noticed that the book tucked under
Greta's arm was entitled Advanced Swordplay for the Modern Princess
and resisted the urge to bury his head in his hands.
"But Greta," Yuuri glanced pleadingly at Murata, who merely grinned
back, "don't you think this is getting just a little out of control?"
Yuuri is so looking for help in all
the wrong places. You'd think he'd learn about Murata after years and
years, but sadly, no.
"It really isn't any different than before," Greta shrugged. "There's
just a few more of them now."
"But…"
"Daddy," Greta interrupted smoothly, eyes wide and innocent. "You
didn't really want me to marry any of those people, did you? The one
last week who had that nervous tic and kept knocking over his
wineglass?"
"No…" Yuuri admitted. Murata helped himself to a muffin and
dropped one into Yuuri's hand.
"Or the one Monday who couldn't talk about anything but his horse's
bloodlines?"
"No." Yuuri sighed and began to shred the little crinkly paper off the
bottom of the muffin. "I'm just worried about you, sweetie. What if
nobody's better than you?"
"Don't be silly, Daddy," Greta
laughed and leaned across the desk to kiss Yuuri's cheek. "I've got to
go. Eat your muffin, Daddy says you've been skipping breakfast again."
I'm forever amused that Wolfram and
Yuuri are both 'Daddy'. "yay, Daddies!"
Greta trotted merrily on her way, and Yuuri heaved a sigh.
"Ooh, blueberry!" Murata exclaimed. "Try it, Your Majesty, they're
really good."
"Murata," Yuuri grumbled, "has anyone ever told you that you're a crap
advisor?"
"No." Murata grinned, and Yuuri took a large bite of muffin.
Well, okay, that's a lie, Shinou did
the once, but only after Murata refused to bear his children.
******
"Can't you talk some sense into her?" Yuuri begged Conrad. He would
have been on his knees, but Gunter had informed him tersely that that
was truly not becoming for the Maou. "You know I've got to announce at
least an engagement by her seventeenth birthday. There's only a week
left!"
"Your Majesty…" Conrad began, but was interrupted by Gwendal
coming in the door.
"Alford Markina is requesting an audience, Your Majesty," he said.
"Alford?" Yuuri perked up immediately. "Well, don't keep him waiting,
let him in!"
Gwendal pulled the door back open and waved Alford in. The young hero
strode in, smiling, and Yuuri stood and came around the desk to shake
his hand warmly.
"You're looking well, Your Majesty," Alford commented. "Nice hair."
I'm really convinced that Wolfram will
insist Yuuri grow his hair out to look more regal, and it will just
look ridiculous for a long, long time.
"Eh?" Yuuri put a hand to his head and tried to flatten down a few
flyaways. "Oh, Wolfram's got me growing it out, he thinks it'll make me
look more regal, but really it's just getting in my way. What brings
you to Shin Makoku?"
"Well, you see," Alford's smile took on something of a sheepish cast,
"I've come to challenge your daughter to a duel."
Yuuri froze. "You've what now?"
"This is getting good," Gwendal leaned over to mutter to Conrad. "Good
thing you made me stick around after all." Conrad rolled his eyes, and
Gunter shot Gwendal a reproving glance.
I can't decide whether this is the
influence of PSWE-Kun, or just OOC, but I refused to take this line
out.
"Your Majesty,"
Alford drew himself up to his full height, which was still a good six
inches taller than Yuuri, growth spurt or not, "I would like the
opportunity to try and win Princess Greta's hand." Alford relaxed just
a little. "Only, I was hoping you might put me up for the night and set
the swordfight for tomorrow morning? I'm a little tired from my trip,
and I want to give it my best effort!"
"Okay," Yuuri said
limply, still a bit shell-shocked. Conrad offered to take Alford to a
room to rest before dinner, and Alford shook Yuuri's hand again
enthusiastically before exiting.
I know there's a crazy age difference
between Greta and Alford, but eh, what's 10 years or so when you are
surrounded by people who'll live to be 400? Greta's precocious. And I
hate original characters.
Yuuri stood very still for a
long moment, hand still hovering stupidly in the air, then he turned
slowly to Gunter and Gwendal.
"What am I going to DO?" he
wailed. "Gunter, fix it! There's got to be some sort of Mazoku
tradition for this! I order you to fix it right now!"
"This whole thing was His Majesty's idea, you may recall," Gunter
pointed out, twiddling nervously with his sleeve.
"That's why I have YOU!" Yuuri exploded, the frustration of the last
few weeks pouring out in a heartfelt royal foot-stomping. "You're
supposed to talk me OUT of these things!"
One thing I always appreciate about
Yuuri is his accurate self-assessment.
Gunter shrugged helplessly and looked at Gwendal, who sighed.
"Might I suggest," he crossed his arms and looked down his nose at
Yuuri, "that Your Majesty go inform Greta of this turn of events? But I
would not advise throwing a tantrum in her presence like a
two-year-old."
"Fine," Yuuri grumbled, setting his foot back down and striding from
the room with dignity. "I'll take care of this myself."
Slamming the door on the way out felt really, really good, though.
And his temper tantrums.
*******
"Greta," Yuuri stared at his shoes, "you don't have to go through with
this."
"Hmm?" Greta looked up from the end of Yuuri and Wolfram's bed, where
Wolfram was brushing her hair. "It's only dinner, Daddy."
"No, I mean," Yuuri sighed and looked up, "I mean the duel tomorrow
morning. I know you like Alford, so…so I won't be upset if you
don't want to fight him." Wolfram looked up at Yuuri from over the top
of Greta's head and raised an eyebrow. Yuuri blushed a little but
barreled on. "I just don't want you to be disappointed if he doesn't
win. I want…I want you to be happy."
*melts*
"Thank you." Greta
smiled up at him beatifically. "But you worry too much, Daddy." Wolfram
gave Greta's hair a little pat to show he was finished, and Greta stood
up and straightened her dress. She twirled a little for her parents'
benefit. "Think Alford will like my dress?"
"Yes," said Yuuri
helplessly, as Wolfram muttered a dark "He'd better not like it too
much." Greta laughed and kissed both her daddies on the cheek before
skipping out of the room. Yuuri flopped down on the bed beside Wolfram
with a moan.
"Get up, idiot!" Wolfram exclaimed. "You're wrinkling the silk!"
"Wolfram," Yuuri rolled over onto his side to peer at his husband
sadly, "I hate Alford right now. But I'm rooting for him. What does
that mean?"
"It means Greta has grown up," Wolfram answered,
sliding knuckles across Yuuri's cheekbone. "Or maybe that you finally
have. Now I mean it, get up, there's no time to change."
Wolfram is so Yuuri's image
consultant. It keeps the poor man pretty freaking busy, but he gets
paid in hot Maou sex.
Yuuri
obediently crawled off the bed and let Wolfram pat his clothing smooth,
still deep in thought. When Wolfram tried to move away, Yuuri seized
his wrist and dragged him closer before wrapping arms around his
shoulders and hugging him tightly. The large speedbump Wolfram was
hauling around made the hug a bit awkward, but Yuuri didn't mind.
Heh, so the first time I posted this,
i listed 'speedbump' as a warning and forgot to put up 'mpreg', and
some second language people got a little 'WTF' with me. Rightly so.
"What's gotten into you, wimp?" Wolfram asked, hugging him back.
"You're messing my hair all up."
"Let's not go to dinner," Yuuri mumbled, words muffled by Wolfram's
shoulder. "In fact, let's not do tomorrow, either."
"Idiot," Wolfram said gruffly. He pulled back far enough to kiss Yuuri
thoroughly, then spun him around by the shoulders and pushed him
towards the door. "Now get moving."
*******
"Greta!
Alford!" Celi waved her pink handkerchief from her usual chair. Arielle
was sitting in her lap, waving as well. "Good luck to both of you! Do
your best!"
Arielle is a hilarious little sponge.
Yozak likes to teach her tricks, like a dog. Conrad likes to throttle
Yozak.
"What is it with your mom and duels?" Yuuri
whispered to Wolfram, who was also seated due to his delicate
condition. Wolfram grunted a non-committal reply.
Out on the
field of combat, Conrad was warming up with Greta, who looked up and
waved cheerfully when she caught Yuuri's eye. Slightly further away,
Yozak and Alford were sparring lightly as well.
"Ah, just in
time!" Anissina announced, making everyone twitch. She marched into the
courtyard followed by Doria, Lasagna, and Sangria, who were wheeling in
a large metal contraption on a cart. "We can now test my new invention,
Place-Your-Bets-Kun! Gwendal, get over here."
Radiating
displeasure, but knowing it that it was too late to flee, Gwendal
trudged over and had the usual maryoku-sucking device strapped to his
head. Anissina then picked up a slender metal rod that was attached to
the device by a long wire.
"Place-Your-Bets-Kun measures the
health and power of each fighter," Anissina explained, "and determines
the winner before the contest even begins! I just use the sensing rod
to take each person's data…" Anissina waved the rod vaguely in
the direction of Greta, and the machine gave a soft beep. "Gwendal,
more power!"
Gwendal's scowl deepened, the vein on his forehead throbbing, and
Place-Your-Bets-Kun beeped louder.
"And now the other…" Anissina moved the rod over to Alford, and
the machine beeped again. "And now Place-Your-Bets-Kun will predict the
result with absolute accuracy!"
Place-Your-Bets-Kun beeped and
whirred, colored lights blinking furiously. Yuuri tried to look
disinterested and failed miserably, Gwendal looked pained. Finally the
machine spat out a thin strip of paper with a victorious 'pa-ching!'
Didn't anybody notice the Go stone
sound effect? well I liked it.
"And the winner will be…" Anissina announced, tearing off the
paper and peering at it. "…Yozak?" Yuuri groaned and slumped
against Wolfram's chair. Anissina opened the side of the machine and
began switching around wires.
*IS FULL OF GLEE FOR THIS SET-UP*
"Have I missed anything?" Murata asked, trotting out into the courtyard.
"Nothing intelligent," Gwendal grumbled, taking the helmet off his head
and dropping it into Anissina's hand with a look of distaste.
"We're ready, Your Majesty," Conrad said, sheathing his sword as he
approached. Yozak wasn't far behind him. "The duel will start on your
word."
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather Sumo wrestle?" Yuuri
called to Greta and Alford. He gave a soft 'Oof!' as Wolfram elbowed
him hard. "Fine, fine. Let the duel begin!"
For a second
nothing happened, as Greta and Alford stared at each other, both tensed
to spring, then Greta shot forward in a blur of motion. Yuuri blinked,
and Alford had already driven her back, and the two circled each other
for a few steps. Greta lunged again, the scrape of metal on metal
making Yuuri twitch, and Alford drove her back with a shove, dust
kicking up around the heels of her boots.
Action scenes? not my thing. But I
think this turned out mostly okay. And poor Yuuri is all freaked out
and might rush into take the final blow at any moment. And then Wolfram
will have to shop his kid around for a new daddy. Oh wait, he's already
been involved in that...
Yuuri had
half-hoped that the match would be a quick one, as many of Greta's had
been, but Alford and Greta were too well-matched for that, and as the
minutes ticked by with neither able to get an upper hand, it became
clear that the duel would be a long one.
The flow of the
fight went back and forth between Greta and Alford, the dust cloud
around their boots obscuring the finer points of their footwork, while
the spectators cheered and shouted encouragement. Only Yuuri was
silent, his fingers turning white with the force of clenching around
the back of Wolfram's chair.
His breath caught in his throat
and his nerves snapped when a rock caught Greta's foot as she slid it
back, making her stumble, and Yuuri leaned forward to storm in and stop
the fight. Conrad's hand on his shoulder checked his movement, his
fingers digging into Yuuri's shoulder almost painfully.
"Relax, Your Majesty," he ordered, then his stern face melted into a
small smile for Yuuri. "It'll be okay."
Aw, Conrad. You just carry that little
torch, sweetheart.
Yuuri bit his lip, but stayed where he was, and turned back to the
fight. Greta had regained her balance and only slid back a few steps;
she knocked Alford back a little to create a second to steady herself,
then pressed her advantage.
Unphased, Alford hopped back to
let Greta's attack swing completely wide, and then stepped in and dealt
her a ringing blow against her forearm with the flat of his sword.
Greta's yelp was audible across the courtyard, making Celi and Yuuri
both gasp, but she kept her hold on her sword with her left hand and
skipped out of Alford's reach while she shook the sting out of her
right.
"Come on," Wolfram muttered, "I taught you better than
that." Yuuri suppressed a chuckle despite himself and dropped one hand
from the back of Wolfram's chair to rest on his shoulder.
One of the thing I love most about
Greta is how she is learning bits of things from everybody and blending
them all together. She's really got, like, half a dozen Daddies. And
she owns every last one of 'em.
Greta circled warily, trying to keep her hurt side out of Alford's
reach, but Alford was more than good enough to drive his blows at an
angle that tended to turn Greta to his advantage. He thwapped the same
place a second time, and the bend of Greta's right wrist grew visibly
awkward.
Out of desperation, she threw her weight behind a
drive that Alford should have been able to evade just like the first
time, but his foot slipped on the same batch of pebbles that had
tripped Greta. Alford went down hard, eyes wide with surprise as he
crashed into the dirt and skidded a few feet on his back, sending up a
huge dust cloud.
Yuuri yelped, suddenly remembering that he actually wanted Greta to
lose, and squeezed Wolfram's shoulder until he yelped too.
"Kick him while he's down!" hollered Yozak, and Conrad elbowed him hard
when Arielle cheered something very similar. Celi whooped and waved her
handkerchief.
*dies* Yozak is the worst influence
evar.
Greta swung hard to try and disarm Alford while
he was disoriented, but he held his sword up with two hands to block
and kicked her feet out from under her. The scuffle that ensued kicked
up even more dust, until there was absolutely no way to tell what was
going on.
e.g., the author was sick of
pretending to be good at writing action.
When the dust cleared a few moments later, both
duelists were streaked with dirt and gasping for breath. Alford was on
his feet with his sword at Greta's throat; Greta was flat on her back,
her sword on the ground well out of reach.
"Alford wins?" Yuuri blinked.
Greta's expression changed from shocked to wild glee in about a
half-second, and before anyone knew what was happening, she'd knocked
Alford's sword out of his hand and leapt up into his arms, wrapping her
legs around his waist and kissing him soundly.
"Hey!" Yuuri shouted, jaw dropping. "Stop molesting my daughter!"
"I think she's molesting Alford, Your Majesty," Conrad remarked dryly.
A red-faced Alford was indeed trying to set Greta down, but she wasn't
being very cooperative.
"It was perfect!" Greta exclaimed, dragging Alford over to the others.
"Just like we practiced!"
"Practiced?" Wolfram enquired, raising an eyebrow. Greta stopped
abruptly, and blushed just a little.
"Daddy," she said, still grinning, "you didn't really think I was just
riding around aimlessly in the forest all those afternoons, did you?"
"And just what did you have to do with all this?" Conrad asked a
suspiciously cheerful Murata.
"Whoa whoa whoa!" Yuuri exclaimed, waving his hands. "You were
doing what with Alford in the forest?!"
"It's so romantic!" Celi gushed, making Gwendal purse his lips. Gunter
looked horrified and shrilled that he knew, he just knew a girl
her age needed a chaperone!
"I may," Murata admitted, making everyone else fall silent, "have had a
little to do with it."
I adore the absolute insanity of this
dialogue, perhaps even bordering on incoherence. It's so completely how
the show is, and moreover, I love how Yuuri is always like two
statements behind everybody else.
"A little!" Greta laughed. "He came up with the whole thing after Daddy
told him about his 'plan' to keep me away from boys. We asked Alford to
help train me in secret during the banquet, but then after a
while…" Greta trailed off and reached to squeeze Alford's hand.
Alford blushed harder.
"You were conspiring against me the whole time!" Yuuri exclaimed,
pointing at the Sage.
"Conspiring is such an ugly word," Murata answered reasonably. "I
prefer to call it planning ahead."
"Told you Murata was behind the whole thing!" Yozak said smugly as
Conrad handed over a few coins. "Yozak wins again!"
HAHAHA YES SCORE. ahem.
"Kick a miles down!" shouted Arielle, clapping her hands in glee.
oh jesus, the cute. I'm dying of the
cute. This kid is going to have the mouth of a sailor by like age 3.
*******
"That," Yuuri said wearily as he stripped off his formal jacket, "was
one hell of a birthday party. We don't ever have to do that again,
right?"
"No," Wolfram's face was deadpan as he leaned his
purple-bound book against his swollen belly, "of course not." Yuuri
stuck his tongue out and reached over to snatch the hated book out of
Wolfram's hands.
Something about this exchange makes me
all fuzzy every single time. They're so comfortable with each other, so
used to picking on each other about their silly habits.
"I can't believe Greta's getting married," he grumbled, tossing the
book aside and sitting down beside Wolfram.
"In six months, idiot." Wolfram poked Yuuri in the side. "You don't
pull aristocratic weddings out of thin air, as you may recall."
"Vividly." Yuuri shuddered, remembering Celi backing him into corners
with her hands full of fabric swatches and china patterns. "It just
wasn't real until I made the announcement tonight, you know? She looked
so happy…she'll be happy, right?"
"Yes, Yuuri." Wolfram
let his hand flop back down to his stomach and rolled his eyes. "Man of
her dreams and all that. Shame that seems to have skipped a generation."
"Hey!" Yuuri protested. "I'm completely the man of your dreams!"
"Of course you are," Wolfram soothed, a smile twitching at the corner
of his mouth. He reached for Yuuri's hand and tugged him down to lay
against his side. "When I was a little boy I always dreamed of marrying
the low-class, bleeding heart, human Maou."
Actually when Wolfram was a little
boy, he dreamed about growing up so strong and handsome that his mother
wouldn't need to marry anybody else. And owning a horse as big as
Conrad's.
"You forgot to
mention my rugged good looks and piercing dark eyes," Yuuri grumbled,
shifting around until he could press a kiss to Wolfram's stomach.
Wolfram chuckled, his hand resting warmly on Yuuri's hip. Yuuri's
attempt at a return smile was a bit pathetic. "It'll be quiet around
here without Greta."
"Are you kidding me?" Wolfram snorted.
"Listen, if you think it's too quiet living in the same castle as my
mother and my brothers, and Gunter, and that damned Sage, with Kohi and
shrine maidens and dragons trooping in and out all the time, I'm sure,"
Wolfram patted his stomach with a sharp smile, "we can find something
to keep you occupied."
"Hmm." That sure put a silly smile on
Yuuri's face, and Wolfram had an inkling that he might have just
suggested something he'd regret later. "We don't want this one to be an
only child, after all, he might turned out a spoiled brat like
you…" Yuuri laughed as Wolfram swatted the back of his head,
then settled his cheek against Wolfram's stomach and addressed the bump
affectionately. "Of course, you'll grow up a lot slower, so you'll be
my baby for a long long time."
Yuuri is so wide-eyed and big-hearted,
he's the only character in any fandom that I could ever write doing
this without becoming utterly disgusted with myself. He should have a
million babies, and they should never grow up.
"Why don't you do something
useful down there," Wolfram's sharp tone was flatly contradicted by his
smile, "and tell your kid to settle down. My kidneys are never going to
be the same."
"You aren't too old for bedtime stories, are
you?" Yuuri murmured, his eyes closing halfway as he felt flutters of
movement against his cheek. "Once upon a time, there was a princess
whose daddies loved her very, very much…"
*wibble* Nobody but Yuuri could get
away with this. At least, not where Wolfram's body is concerned.
But that's not even the good stuff. There's lots more unrevealed
tidbits to be had in the other two stories, where I have to work out
the mechanics of all this.
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