I wanted to try experimenting with different POVs... Hopefully I didn't do too bad. I'm honestly really glad that you guys like this story. Reviews are always a treat! Please give me some word prompts for potential short stories I might do
Also I'm sorry if my casual mentioning of God has offended anyone, I was thinking about changing it but I couldn't think of any other term/sentence that could convey the feeling behind it.
"So uh... Wanna introduce us? asked some confused team-mates with a perplexed countenance. The sudden sentence surprised Yuuri, who had been so consumed with his conversation with Conrad that he'd completely forgotten about his baseball friends. He laughed nervously, remembering the kiss on his forehead. They wouldn't think anything strange about our relationship would they?
"Right, sorry. This is Conrad guys, he's my-" Yuuri hesitated in the introduction. What was Conrad exactly to him? Officially speaking, Conrad was a soldier who had pledged his loyalty to the Makozu and to the Demon King. But what was Conrad to him personally? A friend? No, Yuuri was certain that he was much more significant to him than simply a friend. This was the guy who had named him for Christ's sake; had countlessly put his own life on the line before in order to save Yuuri. He always took his greatest effort and precaution to ensure the young teenager's safety and well being. Honestly, Conrad basically felt like family to him, but the term still didn't seem right on his tongue. Yuuri recovered from his thoughts, sensing that his friends were staring at him and remembered that he still needed to give an answer.
"He's my... friend", stated a slightly hesitant teenager, the word sticky and unwilling on his tongue. He decided that their matter of relationship will have to be thoroughly contemplated at a later date. The other baseball players nodded expectantly at the reply, though their face's displayed a tinge of doubt due to the kiss.
Yuuri glanced at the soldier, taking a wishful peek at his expression. Unfortunately, what he found was the man's usual stoic self composed expression that the double black was so used to seeing.
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Conrad watched with amusement as he curiously wondered what relationship the teen would introduce them as. The knight was glad; joyous even, that the double black had blatantly stated that he was considered a friend, but there was still a nagging feeling, a tugging of the heart strings. The soldier knew it impossible, but his heart still yearned for that improbable possibility that his king would introduce him as something more. When the teenager glanced his way, Conrad quickly schooled his expression into a blank canvas, one that didn't show his unyielding desire, and silently thanked those decades of military training that he once loathed.
"Hello, nice to meet you all"
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Yuuri's friends responded in kind, but couldn't help feeling that they were intruding on something private. They inspected the mysterious stranger. Upon first glance, the man seemed normal enough, other than his striking features. The foreigner was of western origin, with almond brown hair and caramel eyes that sparked with a hint of silver within. He had a light grey buttoned up casual dress shirt, and was wearing some formfitting jeans. If closer examined, one would notice how he stood uncannily still. A stillness that was unnatural to the average person. Although the man couldn't have been much older than 20, his eyes gave way to something much more ancient. The baseball players wondered just how and when their friend had managed to befriend such a figure. After exchanging brief pleasantries, the friends gave one final glance between themselves, and concluded with just one single thought. Lets get out of here. With snickers and lopsided grins, the group of adolescents bid farewell to their captain and the westerner and hurriedly left the scene.
