Superstitions

Summary:

Yuuri knew a lot about superstitions on earth. As a man, he didn't believe them a bit. But when he's flushed to another world, met the demon tribe, and accidentally got engaged to Wolfram, those superstitions started to rub off him.

Disclaimer : KKM isn't mine.

Singing in the Kitchen

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In Yuuri's opinion, nothing could be more pleasant than studying and doing his homework in the kitchen. The crisp air was filled with the sweet aroma of cakes, cookies and chocolate. Whenever the young king felt like eating, he could just open the huge cupboard, retrieved some cakes, and filled his empty glass with apple juice or strawberry's. It didn't bother him at all that he had to painstakingly racked his brains finishing his homework from Earth in the kitchen. It was very clean, spacious, and simply comfortable.

While matching some phrases with the number of road signs printed on his work book, Yuuri hummed a random song. Somehow it reminded him of something. His minds wandered aimlessly at nothing in particular. The place and the song knocked some vague recollections in his brains.

Ah, finally he remembered.

Yuuri had heard a lot of superstitions from his girl friends at school back on earth. Little Yuuri didn't believe them. Some of them sounded funny, but as he voiced his opinions, the girls vigorously retorted and convinced him. Furthermore, they even stated some evidences around their neighborhood and claimed that it's a proven fact. Cornered by the scary girls, Yuuri only nodded and complied, though his heart screamed denial.

One of them had told him,"Don't sing in the kitchen when we're very little. You know what, Yuuri? If we do, our husband or wife will be veeeery old (A/N: older) than us."

"It's true, " another girl added. "Be careful not to sing carelessly."

"Just wait until we get bigger, then it's okay for us to sing any songs we like in the kitchen."

"Look before you sing."

Little Yuuri almost laughed. How could that be? But when he couldn't hold his curiosity over that belief, he confirmed it to Miko. His mother only chuckled and told him that it's not true. Yuuri shouted triumphantly: Miko's words extinguished his doubt.

After that, whenever Miko asked him to help her baking pastries, they always sang merrily. A lot. Right in front of the oven. In the kitchen.

Yuuri shuddered. His supposed to be forgotten childhood memories unexpectedly returned and brought shiver down his spine. He shook his head frantically but that once abandoned belief stubbornly flooded his minds.

His logic started to falter. However, who could he stay sane if in a sudden he's sucked to another universe, met the demon tribe, and the most shocking thing was that he accidentally engaged to a bishonen boy named Wolfram von Bielefeld. No fiction could be stranger than this truth.

But, maybe that's true. Apprehensively Yuuri made a connection between his former habit of singing in that 'forbidden' place with his current situation. In appearance, it's true that his fiance looked about the same age as him, but in reality Wolfram was several decades older than him.

No way! Yuuri snorted at the ridiculous thoughts. He tried to laugh, though his minds raced treacherously.

"Yuuri!" a little girl opened the door and squealed.

Yuuri's train of thoughts was cut when Greta and Wolfram entered the kitchen.

"What are you doing here?" Wolfram solemnly countered. He knitted his brows noting some books were scattered on the table.

"Doing my assignments," was Yuuri's answer. Speak of the demon! "Hey Greta, do you want a cake?"

"Yay! Of course," Greta bounced happily before taking a seat next to his father.

"Let me," Wolfram offered his hands. He was looking for sporks when he felt intense stare bore his head. Instinctively the blond turned to its source. "What's wrong, Yuuri?"

The raven teen froze like a deer caught in the headlights. "No...nothing" he stammered.

Wolfram shrugged and walked to the table with two cakes.

"Yuuri, Wolfram just taught me a song," Greta announced. "Listen..." the girl proudly sang.

"Don't! Stop it!"

Both Wolfram and Greta were surprised. They looked at Yuuri in confusion, moreover when the king's black eyed were widely mortified. Knowing that he had acted weird, Yuuri grinned sheepishly. "Could you wait until we're out? Then you can sing that song to me. Not here, Greta."

"Why?" the dark girl was disappointed. Her enthusiasm was quenched.

"Just..." Yuuri searched for excuse. "Don't sing while you're eating. You'll get chocked." Not a pathetic excuse after all.

Wolfram critically eyed his fiance. It's unusual that Yuuri didn't grant their daughter's wish. The emerald-eyed-demon was upset when Greta nodded quietly in dissatisfaction.

Yuuro noticed it too but he braced himself to maintain his composure. /For Greta's sake/ There's no way he would tell them about the superstition. He was afraid Greta would marry a man who was too old for her. Yuuri thought he was going insane believing that superstition he had heard years ago.

"So, do you love singing?"Yuuri tried to cheer up his daughter.

"I do," Greta answered vigorously. "Sometimes Doria and Lasagna teach me some songs."

Yuuri was pale. The maids? "Where do they usually teach you singing?" finally he ventured to ask.

Greta shot him a look. "Here, of course, when I help them baking cookies."

Alarmed, Yuuri frantically recalled every man dear to Greta, other than he and Wolfram.

Hube? Sure Greta was fond of him, and so was the dark-haired-Mazoku. Well, Hube was already married to Nicola and had a baby. So, he's crossed from the-men-who-had-the-possibility-to-be-with-Greta's list.

"Ah, Gwendal bakes cookies for me too," Greta cheerfully mentioned his uncle's name.

"That's because you're cute, Greta," Wolfram smiled affectionately. "Big Big Brother can't resist a cute kid like you. He really likes my dear Greta."

Greta giggled in a childish fashion. "I like Gwendal too. He's kind."

Right! Who else but Gwendal? The king quickly made a calculation in his head. As a full-blooded-human, in a couple of years ahead Greta would grow up to be a beautiful young lady, while Gwendal wouldn't change a bit in countenance , considering his demon-blood.

"Promise me you won't sing in the kitchen again," gently Yuuri took Greta's small hands and held them firmly.

"Why?" bewilderment coloring Greta's voice.

"Just promise me, okay?"

"Okay."

"Great."

While Yuuri rose to fetch juice for her and Wolfram, Greta whispered. "Why am I not allowed to sing here? Yuuri is strange today."

As fiery as a fire wielder could be, Wolfram wanted to confront Yuuri . Yet, he wisely waited until it's only both of them. "Well, Yuuri is always strange."

Unknown to them, Yuuri already planned to 'save' Greta.

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TBC

A/N : As an Asian, a Javanese to be more precise, I've heard a lot of superstitions. Some of them perhaps sound funny but I'm pretty sure those beliefs will never extinct since they're told from the old generation to the young ones. And the chain will always continue and never break. Some time ago, it just crossed my minds to apply them to KKM. Hopefully you like the twisted superstitions.