Kyo Kara Reborn

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or Kyo Kara Maoh.

WARNING: Presence of blood, character death, possibly shocking/depressing psychological content and BL. Do not read if you are unable to tolerate these themes.

Summary: After reigning over Shin Makoku for 8 years, both Yuri and Murata die due to the scheme of an unknown enemy and reincarnates on Earth with the memories of their past lives. And Murata is a girl! But question remains: Who was behind their death? What would happen to Shin Makoku in their absence? And will their reincarnations ever go back there?

Pairings: Gomenasai minna san… but it's not a Yuri x Murata fanfic. Main pairing is Yuri x Wolfram with Shinou x Murata in the background.

Author's Note

Hi everyone! This is Bluemoonyue, the co-author of Cruel Prayer (now Forsaken Pen) for the story of Kyo Kara Reborn. Due to our school and other things, we had to stopped writing. Sorry to everyone who followed our fanfic.

It has been two tears and a half since we stopped and I felt terrible for abandoning this marvelous story. So I have decided to continue the adventure of Yuri and company. However, Forsaken Pen will not be able to continue the writing since she has more schoolwork to do than me. But no worry! She will still be my helper for elaborating the future chapters, but I will do all of the writings.

Also, please be lenient with me and my writing since I am not great with my verb tense and syntax. I will do my best to correct all of the errors of the story, but please do not get mad or angry. ~~~(o)~~~ PLEASEEEEEEE

At last, please review to me so that I can ameliorate this story!

Please enjoy the Reading!

Prelude: Sorry

Yuri's P.O.V:

I felt my life force slipping away gradually. A nauseous odor of blood and sweat was filling the air. Pleck…. I wanted to cover my nose and mouth but my hands wouldn't obey me. My body lay limp on the cold and bloody ground, unable to move. Why is that? Did I use too much of my powers? Damn… Murata is going to scold me again when he sees me like this.

But never mind the worrywart. I was more worried about the people around me. Did I stop the attack? Did I save them? Where were they now? I tried to call them, tried to call Wolfram, Conrad, Greta and anyone that I could think of, even Adelbert. I tried to call them to my side, to ensure myself that they were safe. But my voice couldn't get out of my mouth…

Wait. I can see some shadows above me... Conrad?! Thank God, you are alright! And I suppose that is Greta there, right next to you. You really did protect her, like you promised! And look at you! You are all sweaty with traces of blood on your cheek! Oh well, at least Greta didn't sustain any injury. I am more than relieved. I smiled. "Thank you for protecting her." I thought.

And, is that Wolfram I see there? Why do you look so devastated? Hey, don't shake me that hard; I am not one of Gwendel's dolls, I have back bones you know. What are you saying? Don't die on me? Geez…although my life span would be a lot longer if you didn't treat me so brutally, I don't think that I will die so soon. But I have to admit that I am feeling very tired…

Wet droplets landed on my face. Heeeeh ?! Are my eyes playing tricks on me!? Am I really seeing Wolfram cry. No wait! It must be rain, right ?! Or was it both? Oi, Greta! Can you please ask him to sto… What?! You too?! Oh come on! What are you all crying for? We are not living in a soap opera! And is that a drop of tear that is starting to form on the edge of Conrad's right eye? Do I really look like a dead man?

I can hear a lot of footsteps approaching me. In less than a few seconds, I was surrounded by both familiar and unknown people, all with a shocked or desperate expression on the face. Gisela was among them, pushing everyone to the side and shouting orders to the other military physicians. Then, healing spells started to shoot out of nowhere, its' light surrounding my body. Wah… it's too bright. But why is it that I don't feel anything, even though they used so much maryoku?

Gisesa was shouting at me too, telling me to not fall asleep, as she sent flows of maryoku into me through her palms, which rested upon the side of my head... I must be hurt pretty bad for her to shout at me like this. She usually just tries to reassure her patients when she is treating them. I looked at Wolfram, who was holding my left hand in his owns, still shouting "Don't you die on me, you wimp!" Sigh. If I had enough strength, I would reply the usual: "Don't call me a wimp!", but that's not the case now. Yet, I would love to say that at least one last time.

I guess that my life is coming to an end, but at least, I am dying like a hero. How ironic. It seems as if destiny decided that there can be no better way for the 27th Maou of Shin Makoku to end his life. My death will probably be as meaningful as Shinou's death. Well… maybe not. Unlike the First King, I won't be having a glorious palace filled with young maidens build to commemorate me. And even if the heads of the 10 noble families decides to build one, Anissina will probably fill it was the weirdest security gadgets ever and no one would be able to enter it.

How many years did I reign over this country again? Let's see…I arrived when I was 16 and I just celebrated my 24th birthday with my family recently. 8 years then. I was Maou for 8 tiring but happy years. 8 years is supposed to be long, but why do I feel like I lived through in a flash? Maybe it is because of the changes. Greta grew up well and is now eligible for marriage. Shori finished his training with Bob and can take on the role of Maou on Earth whenever Bob decides to retire. Plus, much to our parents' joy (and my relief), he finally abandoned his date simulation games and found himself a real girlfriend.

I chuckled in my head as I think of Shori and my parents. How will they react when they'll know I'm dead? What about Gunther and everyone else? I hope they won't cry that much. I wouldn't support the idea of making them sad. They should live happily.

The light surrounding me was fading slowly. Desperation filled the eyes of the people around me. Wolfram clutched onto my hand even more tightly. I lift my eyes to look at the sky, realizing how grey the clouds looked. It was raining even more now. I felt my heartbeat weakening and my breaths shortening. I shivered. How come everything was so damn cold?

Suddenly, as if he heard my silent complaint, Conrad removed his coat and covered me with it. He then took my right hand into his own. His deep brown eyes meet my black ones, surprising me. Have I ever seen him so distraught?

"Don't die Yuri. Please don't die." he said, holding my hand almost as tightly as Wolfram.

"Why is it that you always wait until I am in trouble to call my name?" I thought, a bit disappointed. But the other side of me was happy that, for once, I didn't need to remind him to call me Yuri and not Heika.

Surprisingly, my happy thought triggered another memory, then another and another. Soon, remnants of the times I spend with everyone flashed in front of my eyes. They filled me with both joy and regret. If only I had more time left… there are things that I still haven't accomplished yet….

As those thoughts filled my mind, I recalled something Conrad said before…

It was when I first came to Shin Makoku. At the beginning...

"Should anything happen to you, Heika, not only Gunther, but everyone in Shin Makoku will be mourning for you." he said, with caring eyes.

"Ah?! Really?!" I exclaimed, scratching the back of my head. I was a bit stunned, suddenly getting told how important I was and realizing that there were much more people that cared for me than I expected. But then, my thoughts drove me to another question.

"Then what about you, Conrad? Will you cry for me?" I asked him with a smile, wishing that his answer will be genuine.

His voice remained silent, as if he hesitated. I could hear the birds chirping and the water flow out of the fountain. The sun had yet to set; the sky was of a bright orange and the clouds, distant.

"Should I cry for you, it would be in another place and another time." he finally said.

As the memory ended, perplexity filled my mind. Even with my weakening strength, I was still able to feel nostalgic and think about so many things. But would I ever understand what Conrad meant when he said those words?

Instinctively, I turned my head at him while trying to keep my eyes opened. But I couldn't believe what I saw.

"No. Please Conrad. Not you too." I plead, saddened.

Only a few centimeters above me, Conrad held my hand strongly…

And a tear fell into my fingers.

Glossary

Maryoku: Magical Power

Maoh: Demon King

Shin Makoku: The country which Yuri reign

Heika: Your Majesty