Disclaimer: I don't own Kyo Kara Maou!, but I do have a copy of season one! /does happy dance/
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It started like a normal day, but most things do. Days that bear significant meaning rarely start with trumpets or fanfares, certainly not with a nice, convenient sign that reads 'Stay in bed if you know what's good for you!'. But such is the tradition of these tales, and Shinou forbid we diverge from tradition!
However, being a normal-appearing day, Gwendal von Voltaire was quite unaware of his impending predicament. He was studying, as he was wont to do; completely immersed in the history of yet another battle fought between the humans and the Mazoku. He didn't really like his studies, but from what he'd been told, he'd need to know all this for when he was older and helping to run the country. The young Mazoku sighed; sometimes being the son of the Maou was a pain.
But there were worse fates…
"Gwendal!"
Speaking of worse fates… Gwendal glanced up as the blurring force known as Anissina von Karbelnikoff blasted into the room. A year or two younger than her friend, Anissina was just as much a part of the castle life as Gwendal (such as they were), though her's was much more self imposed and not quite so appreciated at times. Then again, Anissina presented a much more positive aura, unlike Gwendal who couldn't be more serious at his young age.
Coming to a halt in front of Gwendal's desk, Anissina slammed her hands down, rather forcefully, and grinned. Un-oh. "Gwendal, I've decided something."
"Have you know." Feigning disinterest, Gwendal attempted to continue reading the book in front of him. A feminine hand whipped it of the desk. "Hey!"
"Gwendal, you're not listening, and this applies to you!"
"Can I have my book back?"
"Later." Not wanting to anger the boy, Anissina marked the page and set the book gently on a side table. Gwendal could be very finicky about his books. "Now, will you listen? It's far more interesting than reading about another stupid war. They're all the same, anyways."
Gwendal sighed. "What do you want?"
"I'm going to teach you how to knit!"
Gwendal stared at his friend. "You're going to what?"
"Teach you how to knit. You're always so grumpy and you work too hard, so I thought 'knitting doesn't use much brain power', for simple stuff anyways, 'and he can work on it while he's reading all the time' because you do. You read ALL the time, but that doesn't utilize the rest of your body and you can't get out of shape because you have to learn the entire history of our country!"
"I practice sword fighting. I'm hardly going to get out of-"
"Doesn't matter, I've decided. You're going to learn and I'm going to teach you. Now come along." Grabbing her friend, Anissina dragged Gwendal around his desk and out of the room. "It's not that hard, so it shouldn't take you long. And you could use a break."
"Don't I decide when I need a break? I'm the one working."
"Oh, hush!"
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Three hours later found Gwendal being severally scolded for 'skipping out' on his studies while Anissina slipped out the servants entrance to the room, hiding the pair of half finished minutes behind her.
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A/N: So, I tried to keep them in character, but I'm really not sure what Gwendal was like as a kid…or even sure he ever was a kid… I hoped you liked it!