Summary: When Saralegui suggests improving relations between the people of Small Shimaron and Shin Makoku, somehow no one bargained on the four scheming maids inspiring a suitable strategy...
A/N: Hello! Inspiration struck like lightening; this WILL BE FINISHED! *vows to self* Now that my own original story is almost completed and I'm totally in love with KKM, fingers crossed this will get done. Excuse me if this is a little... Out of character. It's my first time writing for this fandom. Plus in this fanfic, Saralegui's already been introduced but I think I've taken wolfram's character development a little bit backwards. He's more jealous in this than in season 3 because that's how I love Wolfram XD As a sexy, naughty, bitchy bishie boy :D
Plus, i wasn't sure if this should be a crossover story? I didn't put it under crossover because the Ouran club never actually meet the Kyo Kara Maoh lot but i'm taking a couple of ideas from the manga... Sorry, i'm not used to crossover fics :)
Pairings: Yuram and some side pairings... Maybe SaaYu... (I love them both but Yuuram wins)
Definitions/knowledge needed: Yaoi- graphic boyXboy content. Ouran High School Host Club- Shojo manga about a girl who enters an all male host club where men entertain women.
"...I still hate this." The double black muttered tiredly as he picked himself out of the fountain of Blood Pledge Castle and wobbled his way towards dry land beside his best friend, Murata Ken, who he was currently complaining to. "I might be used to it, but it doesn't make it any less uncomfortable, no matter how many times I get soaked..."
"Your Majesty!" Gunter's high pitched wail of happiness cut through the air like a hot knife to butter, signifying imminent pain was approaching poor Yuri Shibuya. Sure enough, the soaking wet Maoh found himself enveloped in a strong, constricting embrace... Well, maybe embrace was the wrong word; it was more like being crushed in the jaws of some terrible monster.
"G-Gunter..." Yuri stammered, amazed at being able to breathe at all, and extracted himself from the vice-like grip that his professor possessed. "Don't cry on me Gunter, I'm already wet enough as it is!" The violet haired man apologised profusely and wiped his teary eyes with his sleeve.
"Your Majesty, we're so glad you have returned! There is something that needs addressing-" his next words were drowned however by the predictable exclamation of
"You wimp!" from Gunter's right hand side as the fire mazoku- Wolfram von Bielefeld- promptly launched himself on his terrified fiancé, pulling on his raven hair in a painful manner. The rest of the welcoming party smirked at the childish display of young love. "How dare you come back so late when your country needs you this badly?!"
"Well you see I-"
"Was someone distracting you?" The blond enquired, beautiful green eyes narrowed dangerously. "Some significant other who prevented you from returning, that I don't know abou
"N-No Wolfram"
"You cheater! Why are you stammering- it's guilt isn't it!"
Yuri sighed as the nostalgic conversation reran itself for the hundredth time; by now he had learned that once Wolfram got on his high horse there was no use trying to talk sense into his irrationally jealous fiancé. Accidental fiancé, might he add, considering he was only engaged to the zealous brat by accident. (A certain incident occurred that involved him slapping said brats left cheek and it had led to some unforeseen consequences...)
"What is this 'dire problem' anyway that you keep talking about?" the double black questioned, taking the fluffy white towel offered to him by his godfather and name-giver- Conrad who took it upon himself to tousle his godsons hair dry.
"Well you see your majesty-" Gunter began carefully, attempting to usher the king away from such an open space. "It's-"
"Saralegui!" Wolfram hissed. Suddenly everything clicked into place in Yuri's mind.
Ah. So he was jealous of Sara. Typical.
"What about Sara?" Yuri asked, watching warily as the blond seemed to implode with anger at his carefree tone, and he made a mental note to watch for sparks flying from Wolframs fingertips. His clothes had been burnt off once thanks to his feisty fiancé, and it wasn't something he wanted to experience again. Gunter was glaring at the brat for interrupting and began talking again, before the two boys could begin a full scale argument over the king of Small Shimaron.
"It seems that Saralegui wants to improve relations between the ordinary humans of his country and the demons of Shin Makoku."
"Improve relations? What does that mean?"
"It means that he wishes for the gentry of Blood Pledge Castle to meet with the everyday humans of Small Shimaron." Gunter elaborated, watching as the young kings face upturned with a small smile of delight.
"That's a great idea! It's a perfect way to strengthen the relationship between human and mazoku and prove that demons are good citizens!"
"Except..."
"Except?"
"We are not sure of how to make it possible, or what his true motives are." Wolfram finished sourly. He trusted Sara- to an extent, but that didn't mean it was O.K for his Yuri to go prancing around in that tricksters country who had already betrayed them once before.
"So what should I do?" the double black questioned as the group walked the grounds around the castle and meandered their ways through the stone corridors towards Yuri's office. To their surprise however, when they opened the door they found the four maids- Sangria, Lasagna, Doria and Effee having what looked suspiciously like a girly chat; their dusters forsaken on the floor at their feet. When they realised they had company, however, they jumped to attention and attempted to look busy; simultaneously inching their way out of the room, step by step, inch by precious inch. The group of men watched them go and sighed in exasperation. They were such gossipers. As they took their seats around the central desk, a book that had been left behind by the maids suddenly caught eye, and he reached down to pick it up; the designs on the cover seemed strangely familiar.
"Shin Makoku... Millitary Academy Host Club?" he echoed, his mind suddenly flashbacking to a few years ago on earth, outside one of those manga book stores where a group of hyperactive fangirls were crowding around looking at the latest new offers. Currently on sale at the time, there had been a new craze for the manga 'Ouran high school host club' that the girls in his class had been flocking to get their hands on... Once again Yuuri was surprised by the similarity between the great demon kingdom and the human world back home; they even had similar manga books! Except, judging by the title, this book was almost certainly not simply 'shoujo'... He flicked through a few pages of the forgotten comic out of morbid curiosity. Yup. He was right.
Yaoi.
Yaoi between military men.
Yaoi between military men who were acting as a Host Club.
Shuddering and fighting back a horrified blush he shut the book and hurriedly placed it back down on the table, sliding it across the length of the desk... Where Wolfram picked it up.
Oh crap.
His fiancé began to read, a similar red flush covering his own paler cheeks with each flick of the page until he also closed the book and put it down on the table, giving Yuuri a death glare.
"I can't believe you'd shamelessly read about two men doing-doing that in front of me!"
"You read it too!" Yuuri retorted, scandalised as the other men in the room sent questioning looks between the book and the two teens.
"Hmph!" the fire mazoku tossed his head in the opposite direction. "Cheating wimp."
"Don't call me a wimp!"
And strangely enough, throughout the rest of the meeting, the double black's thoughts were focussed almost entirely on that book; the message from Sara floating into his mind every now and then:
'He wishes for the gentry of Blood Pledge Castle to meet with the humans of Small Shimaron.'
It was almost as if his subconscious was trying to tell him something important...
But for now, it could wait. Yuuri needed to return that dratted yaoi manga back to those gossiping maids.
With the infernal object in one hand and the other hanging loosely at his side, the Maoh made his sneaky way towards the servant's quarters; sneaky because he was trying to avoid both a needy Gunter who was hell bent on making him study and a possessive Wolfram, and paused outside the wooden door. From beyond the barrier, the high pitched voices of Sangria and Doria could be heard.
"Hey- have you seen my Military Host Club book anywhere?"
"No? Hey, you didn't leave it behind did you?! If Maoh-heika finds that, then-"
"No, no!" an excited third voice joined the conversation, whispering in a hushed tone. "If His Majesty finds that kind of book, then it may encourage his relationship with Lord Wolfram to take a turn in a more exciting direction!"
A series of loud squeals almost deafened Yuuri, who was listening intently with his ear pressed up against the wooden door.
"I will double my bet on Lord Wolfram!"
"I'll increase mine too!"
'Bet? They don't seriously mean...'
Apparently they did. They were betting on who would win the double blacks heart; much to Yuuri's chagrin. Plus, they weren't even mentioning any women!
"Ah, but what about King Saralegui? Doesn't he have a fairly intimate bond with Yuri-Heika too?"
"Oh yes..." the voice sounded troubled. "And His Majesty is set to strike a deal with King Saralegui from what I've heard, too."
"Deal?"
"It seems that the demons from Blood Pledge Castle will be staying in Small Shimaron for a while at Saralegui-Heika's request."
"Huuuh?! Why?!" the poor child sounded distraught at the thought of the Maoh spending any time away from her own favourite potential love candidate. "This could change the odds quite considerably..."
"From what I've heard, he's going to meet with the everyday humans that live in Small Shimaron in order to make Shin Makoku more appealing as a nation."
"Ah, I see..." A sudden excited gasp roused the eavesdropping Maoh from his shock-induced stupor. "Maybe if His Majesty and the others were to form a Host Club, like in your manga Sangria, then he would be able to charm all the eligible bachelors and bachelorette's of Small Shimaron! Shin Makoku would gain popularity amongst the humans for having such attractive men as its representatives, don't you think? Plus, King Saralegui would be really impressed!" A fit of animated giggles followed the girl's remark as the women gossiped and daydreamed about who would fulfil which role in their imaginary Host Club:
"Lord Wolfram would make such a good princely figure!"
"Yuuri-Heika would make such a cute Lolita style boy... Imagine him in a dress!"
"And Conrad-san! He would be a perfect natural Host!"
Unbeknownst to them, outside the door, Yuuri felt like a frying pan had hit him over the head and had knocked some sense into him.
That was it!
That was how they would gain the trust of the ordinary people of Small Shimaron!
They would form a travelling Host Club!
So delighted he was with his impulsive plan, that he only just managed to collect himself before the door to the servants quarters opened with a loud creak; framing Effee in the doorway. She gasped and almost dropped the tray of tea she was carrying in her haste to bow.
"Maoh-Heika! We-we did not know you were there!" The other girls behind her followed suit and apologised as a single body but the double black waved them away and presented the offensive book to her.
"N-not at all, I was just returning this to you. You left it in my office right?" Sangria looked mortified and stepped forward, her eyes focussed entirely on the floor.
"Y-you didn't read it did you H-Heika?"
"Ah- well I um, I sorta did..." Yuuri admitted with the blush from before threatening to return with full force, but his self respect managed to beat it down into submission. Sangria jumped and apologised again but the double black stopped her and put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it; I have no problem with it!" She stared at him curiously as the seconds ticked by; Yuuri wearing that idiotic smile he was famous for. It was only after she thanked him and the door between them was shut that the naive king finally realised what he'd said.
"Ahh! No, I meant that I had no problem with you reading it, I didn't mean that I found it- no!"
Had he been able to see through wood, he would've witnessed the four maids doubled over in fits of laughter. Doria wiped her eyes and pointed to their betting cards by the stove.
"Scratch what I said earlier, I'll triple my bet on Lord Wolfram!"
A/N: Love it? Hate it? Should I send it to the library in the sky? XD Thank you for reading!