A/N: I figure I should address a couple things. First off, I have never been to the Disneyland in Tokyo. So this is pretty much based off the Disneyland in California. Also, I believe the actual slogan for Disneyland is 'The Happiest Place on Earth' but for purposes of this fanfiction, it'll be 'magical' for the time being. (Or perhaps it's 'happiest' and 'magical', I can't remember.) I'm not really sure how much more I'm going to write for this story, but more than likely it'll only be 2-3 more chapters. So...enjoy?
Yuuri stared out the train window, gazing with tired eyes at the scenery that blurred as the train sped past. He yawned, leaning his head against the seat. He felt like having a nice stretch right now; sitting in the same position for so long was causing him to become stiff, and he badly wanted to stand up and stretch his arms and legs. Unfortunately, he was unable to do this as he was currently sandwiched between two people at the moment, and even the arm rests separating their seats couldn't give him enough space from the two. The first being Greta, who was hugging a large, stuffed fox (courtesy of her Uncle Gwendal), and curled up tight against him from under the armrest. The other was Wolfram, his golden locks falling across Yuuri's shoulder where his head lay, and his arms were locked tight around his waist.
He couldn't blame them for sleeping. Whereas he had been planning this trip for months, the other two had been dragged along at a moment's notice. Back in Shin Makoku, Yuuri had suggested the three of them go back to Earth for "visiting purposes." Naturally, neither of them objected, but instead of allowing them to hang around with the Earth-residing side of the family, they were whisked away on the first morning train to Tokyo.
Yuuri let out another yawn, desperately torn between throwing off the sleeping figures pinning him down so he could stretch, or to curl up with them and sleep. Before he could make a decision, he felt a rustling to his left, and looked over to see Greta rubbing at her sleepy eyes. As she sat up groggily, he gave her a gentle pat on her red head.
"Good morning, Greta," he whispered cheerfully, smiling at his adopted daughter.
"Good morning," she responded lazily, sitting up tall in her seat to peek out the window. "Yuuri, where is it we're going again?"
Yuuri smiled at her question. "I told you before, we're going to Disneyland, the most magical place on Earth!"
He announced this quite happily, albeit loudly, and the blonde at his side was now waking from slumber.
"Stupid wimp, you're so loud!" Wolfram complained, finally releasing his hold on Yuuri to lean back in his seat.
"Well, good morning to you, too, sunshine," Yuuri said sarcastically, relieved that he was finally able to stretch his stiff limbs.
Wolfram took no note of the comment, or else ignored it, because he continued with his complaints.
"I'm sure that place isn't all that magical anyway," he declared snootily. "I mean, unless it's run by a bunch of demons, how could it be?"
Yuuri shook his head. He knew Wolfram wouldn't understand, but he was going to make this an enjoyable trip no matter what. He'd saved up for so long, and the last thing he wanted was for the effort to go to waste. He wanted Greta to have some experiences as a normal kid on Earth; as his daughter, she deserved that. And also, it was quality time he got to spend with Wolfram. Although they still hadn't made much progress, Yuuri had at least admitted his feelings, and they did have their moments. A trip with just them and their daughter could do the couple well.
"Hey, Wolf, just give it a chance will you? I'll make sure you have fun!" Yuuri reassured him, not wanting a whining Wolfram all day.
Greta turned away from the window, looking toward her older father. "Yeah, Wolfram. Besides, Yuuri said we can meet a bunch of other princes and princess there. And some cool person named Mickey Mouse!"
Wolfram's emerald eyes flared at this, and he immediately turned to Yuuri.
"Who is this Mickey Mouse?" he demanded angrily. "Another one of your flings? You just don't know when to stop, do you? You unfaithful little wimp!"
Yuuri hurriedly tried to shush him. He really didn't need the entire train to think he was cheating on his male fiancé with Mickey Mouse, of all people…or mice.
"He's just a mouse, Wolfram!" the young king quickly defended himself. "It's just a popular Disney character, there's no need to be jealous!"
The jealous blonde muttered a few complaints under his breath, but overall, the rest of the train ride passed rather uneventfully. When at last the train stopped, they departed, and after a few taxi and tram rides, they'd successfully arrived at Disneyland's gates. With a few complications from a very confused Greta and Wolfram, the trio managed to make it through the turnstiles.
"Wow! This place is huge!" Greta exclaimed, her eyes shining with glee. "Look, Yuuri, there's a pink castle over there!"
She excitedly pointed a finger at the tall castle in the distance, practically jumping with joy.
Yuuri smiled as he nodded at her. "Yep! And we can go see it later! But first, we gotta go get on all the good rides."
Wolfram, on the other hand, wasn't so thrilled.
"Hmph. Looks like a pretty girly castle to me. And it doesn't look anywhere near as impressive as the castles back home. A castle shouldn't be so glittery."
With a smirk, Yuuri gave him a nudge. "Yeah, it kinda reminds me of you at night – with that frilly pink nightgown of yours."
His cheeks flushed a light pink, his embarrassment from Yuuri's words extremely obvious. "Shut up! That's different!" he managed to blurt out. It was true that Wolfram was a trained soldier and a lot stronger than Yuuri, but when it came to their nightly attire… The hot-tempered, green-eyed, drop-dead gorgeous blonde was definitely not radiating manliness.
Yuuri and Greta both giggled as he led them down Maine Street. Greta stared in awe at everything they passed, her curiosity rising at each new and exciting thing. Wolfram continued to be the stubborn brat that he was, acting like he was thoroughly bored, but Yuuri could tell he was secretly enjoying himself.
After a long mess of crowds, fighting past lush jungle trees, and convincing Greta there was nothing to be afraid of from the creepy mansion they passed, Yuuri stopped in front of a tall, old Southern style house, a skull and crossbones displayed on an arch in front of it. Yuuri removed one hand from his blue jacket pocket, and the other from Greta's grasp to place his hands on his hips in a proud pose.
"Are you ready to see some pirates?" Yuuri's voice was filled with excitement as he questioned Greta.
"But… isn't that dangerous?" she asked, her innocent eyes glancing nervously at the skull behind her younger father.
Wolfram rolled his eyes. "Seriously, are you that careless that you'd put your family in danger like that?"
Grabbing onto both their hands, Yuuri dragged both of them in to the line. He informed them that there weren't real pirates so it was all perfectly safe, but the annoyed Mazoku still had plenty to complain about. For the sake of his sanity, Yuuri ignored it, knowing Wolfram was only being stubborn.
Before long, they had made their way up through the winding chains and into the building. Emerald eyes shot wide open as Wolfram saw the pile of 'gold' across the water. His eyes flew to the bird perched next to the pile, and he looked at his fiancé questioningly.
"I-is that all the bird's gold?" Wolfram exclaimed, still staring in shock at the mountain of gold. Greta, too, was staring with her mouth wide open.
The raven haired teen chucked at their shock. "The bird and gold are both fake," Yuuri explained. "All this stuff is fake, honestly."
As they inched closer to the boarding point, more and more explanations were needed. Yes, there was a restaurant across the water, but no, the diners were not fake. There was no one living in that itty bitty shack. And no, there weren't any bugs, the chirping was just a bunch of sound effects.
When they had progressed farther down the line, a woman dressed in a full pirate outfit (eyepatch, parrot, peg leg, and all) greeted them.
"Arrgh, how many?" she asked, cheerfully throwing in the pirate lingo with a smile.
Yuuri held up three fingers, and they quickly made their way to the specified gate to wait at. It was then that Wolfram finally noticed the vessel in which they were to travel in – a boat.
"Yuuri." He removed a hand from the pocket of his grey hoodie to place it on Yuuri's shoulder.
"Hmm, what's wro—"
Before the raven haired teen could finish his question, the small gates leading into the boat swung open and a nearby cast member ushered everyone in. It finally dawned in Yuuri's slow brain that this was probably the worst ride for them to be on, thanks to Wolfram's horrid seasickness. But still, this ride wasn't too much like a real boat, right? He couldn't recall it rocking very much, and as long as his queasy fiancé could stomach the small drops, it should go smoothly.
Yuuri gave the blonde an apologetic look before clambering into the boat and sitting on the wet seat. Greta excitedly plopped down in the middle of them, rambling to no one in particular about how amazing this was.
"If I puke on this thing, it's your fault, Yuuri," Wolfram announced in an irritated manner. His hands were thrust into the front pouch of his hoodie. The young demon king couldn't help but feel bad. He should have remembered such an important detail, but there wasn't much they could do about it now. As he turned away from Wolfram, he put a protective arm around Greta, instructing her to sit still as to avoid falling out. The girl was so excited, he was afraid she would fly right out of the seat!
Within a couple of minutes, the boat was filled and slowly, the vessel began to move. Wolfram already looked queasy as the wooden boat gently rocked along the swampy looking area. Greta's brown eyes were staring curiously at the scenery.
"Hey, Yuuri, is that guy real?" she exclaimed, pointing at an old-looking man in a rocking chair, sitting on a porch with a banjo in his lap. He appeared to be playing an old folk tune, but Yuuri shook his head.
"No, he's fake. None of the guys you see in here will be real!"
Sneaking another look at the nauseous Mazoku it was clear he wasn't doing so well. His golden locks fell across the bar of the seat in front of them where his forehead was laying against. This was the worst time for him to be doing that, Yuuri thought, as they left the swamp behind, the darkness creeped in, and an enormous skull and crossbones from above began giving an eerie warning. Yuuri could feel Greta cuddling closer to him in a scared manner, but she was still looking around curiously. He knew their daughter would be fine, but Wolfram's position was not a safe way to be.
"Um, Wolfram, you really need to sit up right now…" Yuuri warned, his voice filled with concern as the boat inched under the giant skull. "Like, right now!"
Wolfram groggily lifted his head, an arm lazily hanging onto the bar…just as the boat plummeted down the slope, landing with a splash at the bottom. Wolfram bolted upright, his hand flying to cover his mouth as the boat shook to realign itself on the track and continue on its merry way through the caves. The ex-prince's fiancé and daughter both could not contain their giggles at his reaction, even as those emerald orbs sent them a death glare.
Now unafraid, the red-haired girl scooted away from Yuuri to pat Wolfram on the shoulder, still laughing slightly. "It's ok, Wolfram! You'll be ok just as long as you think happy thoughts!" she exclaimed cheerfully. "And listen, the pirates are singing!"
"Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirate's life for me~!"
Greta danced around cheerfully as she sang, a red pirate hat with mouse ears sticking out the top adorning her head. She had quickly eyed the treasure as they walked past the gift shop and Yuuri couldn't refuse her pleas.
The eldest of the trio had somehow made it through the ride without too much trouble, but had come stumbling out to relieve his stomach in a nearby trash can as soon as they'd exited. Yuuri made a mental note to stay away from the water rides in the future.
"If we go on anything remotely similar to that again, I will kill you, you stupid wimp!"
The "loving" words from his fiancé were supposed to sound menacing, but in Wolfram's condition, he just looked pathetic. Yuuri knew it must kill him to be so weak when he got seasick, since he was used to acting all brave. It was kind of cute seeing him so upset.
Yuuri placed an arm around the shorter one's shoulders, giving him an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, it didn't cross my mind that that wasn't the best ride to go on. I guess I wasn't thinking!"
Wolfram's emerald eyes flared as he looked up at him.
"That's your problem! Start thinking!"
Before the teen could be attacked with any more verbal abuse, they were interrupted by their little pirate.
"Hey! What's the holdup, we should be going on more of these rides, or whatever they're called! We're not gonna have fun just standing around here!" she shouted, frowning up at her fathers, arms folded across her chest.
Yuuri removed his arm from Wolfram's shoulder and patted Greta on the head. "You're right. And I know just where we'll go next!"
He grabbed hold of Greta's hand, then quickly moved his other hand to grab hold of Wolfram's as well to drag them a short ways back the way they came. Leading them through the crowds, he finally stopped at the mansion they'd passed earlier. The house gave off an eerie feeling, the black curtains completely blocking any sight from the windows, and a pitch-black, empty hearse was parked just outside the front steps. However, Yuuri's expression was anything but scared as he turned back to his small family with a smile.
"You guys have no problem with haunted houses, right?"