My first Kyou Kara Maou fic! Yay! Please bear with me... u.u;;
Although this crosses over with Fire Emblem 7: Rekka no Ken (or just plain Fire Emblem in the English version) you don't need any prior knowledge of Fire Emblem to enjoy this story. The plot of Fire Emblem unfolds with Yuuri and Wolfram tagging along. But there will be some changes in the game's story, for sure. Major or minor, I can't say right now. We'll just have to find out! And Fire Emblem fans are welcome to read this without any prior knowledge of Kyou Kara Maou as well--just think of the folks over at Shin Makoku as OCs and you'll be fine.
There might be a little bit of Yuuram in here. I think I'm doing it unconsciously, because I've never written shonen-ai before...but it's in itty-bitty amounts. Unless my inner fangirl comes and sabotages my work.
Yup, you guessed it, I don't own Fire Emblem or Kyou Kara Maou. If I did, there would be an anime based on Fire Emblem 6 and 7 out, and Kyou Kara Maou DVDs would be in stock at Barnes and Noble. x.x
Let's get started--Ready, steady, GO!
It had been a month or so since Yuuri had arrived in Shin Makoku (caused by a mishap involving a public pool), and normally, he'd be grateful to be able to get some excitement that uneventful summer.
Normally.
But, strangely, nothing had happened. Absolutely nothing! No assasination attempts, no wars, no military deserters, no strange animals, no revolts, nothing at all. Gunter had taken advantage of this and doubled the Maou's tutoring sessions, a fact that left poor Yuuri studying harder than he had for his school back home.
Today was a particularly warm, lazy day, and Yuuri felt less inclined to Gunter's lessons than ever. He had somehow managed to hide from the man and his dreaded history books in a guest room that he had stumbled upon while wandering the castle one day ("How big is Blood Pledge Castle, anyway?!" he had often wondered, as he got lost often) and was seriously contemplating simply asking Ulrike, and begging the Original King if it was needed, if he could just be sent back to Earth. It might be a bit less dull there...
Lying on the bed, defeated and more bored than he believed he'd ever been, he let out a sigh. "I wish something would just happen," he complained aloud.
As if she had just heard his statement, Annissina burst into the room and nearly ripped the ornate door off its hinges. "Your Majesty!" she called.
"WAH!" The shock of the red-headed inventor startled him, and he fell rather ungracefully off the bed and onto the floor with a loud thump. Yuuri quickly recovered (hey, he'd had practice--Wolfram still wouldn't move to another room and insisted on pushing his fiance off the bed every night) and ran to welcome the newcomer to his hiding place.
"Hello, Annissina," he said, tilting his head to the side slightly to see what was behind her. A visit from Annissina surely meant another one of her inventions, which were often dangerous. But today, he was willing to take that risk for something to do. Behind her was a large...thing...underneath a blanket, being pushed, of course, by one of Annissina's frequent victims: Gwendal. Looking agitated, he was staring into the distance with an obvious desire to get away from his captor. "Oh, hello, Gwendal!" Yuuri added as he saw him. The tall, raven-haired man turned, hearing his name, and bowed to the Maou.
"Hello, Your Majesty," she replied, curtsying. "It seems that...well...there really isn't anything going on around here. So, I decided to whip something up for you!" Determined of the absolute greatness of the thing under the blanket, she punched the air with her fist. She unveiled it, and the machine revealed itself to be an archway, metallic and gleaming in the sunlight that streamed through the castle windows. Attatched to it by a cord was a box, covered in buttons, levers, and switches of all shapes, sizes, and colors...and a cup-holder that held a tasty-looking cup of iced tea with a lemon wedge in it.
Yuuri's eyes widened as he rushed outside to examine it. "Wooooww! This is so cool!" he exclaimed, examining the machine from every side. "What does it do?"
"It can send you to another place instantly! It needs to be charged with a large amount of magic, however. But Gunter already took care of that." She nodded in approval.
Yuuri shuddered as he heard, in the distance, pained sobs that could only belong to his silver-haired advisor, as well as a faint sizzling sound and the smell of burnt toast...
"Um...I'm fine. Thanks." He laughed nervously. He was beginning to think more rationally, and he slowly inched away from the woman.
"What? After I worked so hard on this? I'm sorry, but I have to insist--"
She was cut off by another voice. "Yuuri, could I talk to you for a second?"
Yuuri turned at the sound of his name and smiled when he saw the speaker. "Sure, Conrad." He hurried away after the man, eager to escape Annissina's clutches.
"Ah! Wai---" But it was too late. They had already fled. Her face fell, and, defeated, she said nothing for a brief moment. Suddenly, she gasped, and slowly turned towards her next victim. "...So, Gwendal, would you like to try out my machine?" An ominous gleam appeared in her eyes as she stared him down, smiling evilly.
Gwendal quickly said something about papers and broke into a run, heading for his office.
"Wait!! Come back!" called his pursuer as she dashed after him. "I'm not finished with you yet!"
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After thanking Conrad so many times that the man, laughing pleasantly, had had to politely ask him to stop, Yuuri was left with nothing to do...again. Wandering about the grounds, he found his way outside, where a certain blonde Mazoku was practicing a new swordfighting technique. Wolfram was too absorbed in what he was doing that he didn't notice his unwilling fiance sit down by a fountain in the middle of the courtyard and watch.
The afternoon sunlight reflected off the blade as its wielder swung it about in graceful arcs. The slim sword sliced through the air, its nonexistant opponent.
"Hey..." Yuuri stated, a hand shielding his dark eyes from the bright light.
"Hm?" Wolfram spun around. "Oh! It's just you, wimp."
"What do you mean, wimp? I'm getting better at swordfighting!" he replied indignantly.
"Pfeh!" scoffed the swordsman, sheathing his weapon. "Whatever."
"I am! I'll show you!" He abruptly rose and reached for his sword...completely forgetting it was in storage. "...oh." He looked away, embarrassed.
Wolfram sighed. "Make sure that you've got your sword before you challenge someone!"
"I know...I forgot."
"Hmph. Fine. But don't make the same mistake twice."
"I really have gotten better," he restated. "I can show you, but I have to get Morgif first...Come on." The two set out for the treasure room.
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With sword finally in tow, Yuuri frowned. Couldn't I have gotten a cooler demon sword...? he thought to himself, staring down at the white face in the hilt that was more pathetic-looking than threatening. Morgif was, as always, making strange moaning noises that had once been frightening. Now they were just plain annoying. The Maou was seriously considering taping its mouth shut...
"Hey! Pay attention!" Wolfram's voice caught his attention. "If I was an enemy I could've cut you down by now!" The boy glared.
"Okay, okay, I'm concentrating now." He assumed a fighting stance and looked at his opponent. "Ready?"
Wolfram nodded, and unsheathed his sword. He wasted no time and charged, only to be met by a neat parry. Yuuri pushed him back, and advanced next.
"What's that?" Wolfram pointed up into the air. The naive Yuuri looked in the direction his opponent had pointed.
"What?"
"Hmph. Wimp." He sighed and closed his ocean-green eyes. Bending down, he picked up a pebble and thew it in Yuuri's direction.
He had stopped searching the skies and faced Wolfram just in time to be met with a small stone that landed squarely in his forehead. "Ow!" After falling backwards and hitting the ground hard, he was met with a sword pointed in his face.
"I win"
"That wasn't fair!"
"Life isn't fair! People play dirty! You must be prepared for everything!" the blonde reprimanded, reaching a hand out to help the defeated Maou up.
He took the winner's hand and stood. "But still." He shuffled off, humiliated, and sat by the fountain again.
His fiance followed in silence and took a seat beside him. "...If you can't take care of yourself, something might happen to you," he said a bit unwillingly. "I don't really want to push you this hard, but..."
"Apology accepted." Yuuri smiled.
"I wasn't--! ...Gah." He turned away, blushing only very slightly. "You wimp." Wolfram lightly punched him in the arm, but it was enough to cause him to lose his balance.
"Waaaaah!" Although he flailed his arms madly, all he managed to do was grab the sleeve of Wolfram's shirt, and the two toppled into the fountain.
It seemed as if time slowed down as gravity pulled them closer and closer to the clear, shimmering surface of the water. A voice, somehow familiar, echoed in Yuuri's head, blocking out his thoughts...
So you are looking for something to do, child? I have got a job for you. It may be difficult, but you will persevere. You are the Maou for a reason, after all. And I am certain that you are used to this mode of transportation by now, but your destination is not the same. Be prepared.
"What?!" cried Yuuri, as his body hit the cool substance and sank lower, lower than the fountain's volume, lower than even the ground. His grip on his companion's shirt tightened as they sunk further into the infinite watery abyss...
Thank you for reading! The next chapter might not come out for a while because report cards come out soon. I might be in trouble, and writing this could possibly get delayed...
Thanks again and please review!