Murata's p.o.v

Yuuri Shibuya has always been a down-to-earth guy. It made befriending him all the much easier; but i'm still surprised to see the guy cast such a brave stature to these oafs. maybe shinou made the wrong choice choosing this guy.. someone who ran into violent situations without thinking it through. well, it's not like i haven't dealt with these kind of kings before.

Taking advantage of seeing the future demon king, i couldn't help but appraise his appearance. slender toned arms, followed by various bracelets (he seemed to take closure in the noise they made) his form flattered by the ombre uniform (it could use some ironing). but somehow his rugged appearance drew people in. if it weren't for that monstrosity of hair on the top of his head. it was unsettling to look at, i wouldn't be surprised if it were cut with a kitchen knife, it was shoulder height at variations of length. the light surrounding his abyss like black hair gave the impression of a halo or someone pouring ink on his head. but the most impressionable thing about shibuya's "ensemble"; wasn't his callused and scarred hands of baseball and clumsiness, not even his strange tanline of a necklace (even though i've never seen him wear one). it was the black hair that perfectly covered his eyes only slightly leaving enough room for a charming button nose to poke through. it seemed to never move, his hair wasn't even greasy or that thick…

oh god. i'm suppose to be sending a guy up to be ruler of a whole world and here i am checking him out. can i be any more hormonal?.. i'm suppose to be a wise man for christ's sake. groaning inwardly, i gave myself the satisfaction of shining light onto my glasses to hide my emotions as i calculated the circumstances. i also did this because it made me look hella cool..

pushing up my glasses shattering the illusion the sun bestows i made myself noticed. "well, it's always peachy talking to you guys but i gotta go! you'll handle this for me right shibuya? great thanks!" and with that I dashed. it was too late to lead the bully's up to the fountain where i had hoped to be the portal. it just looks like the woman's bathroom would have to do.. sorry shibuya. but i don't think this would be the last time I make things unlucky for you. and with that I ran, a job

well done.

yuuri's p.o.v

feeling the wind change , yuuri was certain that murata had just pulled, well.. a murata. he sighed in exasperation. knowing what was about to happen he decided to at least have fun with these jerks. "nice weather we're having, huh?" replying one of the bullies huffed

"it'll be even better when we take care of you Urine shi-bu-ya."

"ah yes the old pee jokes, quite a tickle there sirs, can really tell that took all three of your brain cells to conceive".

"Wanna run that by me again?!" the bullies dragged yuuri to the toilet, infuriated.

it was easy for yuuri to tell they were embarrassed. the heat of their hands burnt his skin in their shame. "i'm just saying, i can tell you worked really hard on that insult. we could talk this out like civilized people; but i'm afraid i might get into your time of terrorizing the innocent. i wouldn't want you guys to have to kick puppies with little time to spare. now, i hate to generalize people, but you guys give me no choice, now why don't you let me go and we can talk this out heart to heart." With that yuuri felt himself get his head drenched in the toilet.

his heart palpitated and he smiled. yup, feces water and all. this was it, all that interrogating got him to go into the other world three minutes before he was suppose to. he closed his eyes and waited for the sensation of teleportation… nothing. he was yanked out of the john and pulled by the hair to look straight into the face of the barbarian. he made sure to clench his eyes close since the tugging sent his hair into a slicked back situation.

"this idiot here thinks he can talk to us however he wants, he doesn't even have the gonads to look us in they eyes. and we're even being nice enough to teach him a lesson about what happens if you run your mouth to the boss".

no.. this wasn't suppose to happen. yuuri did everything right. he was three grades above his average level. he managed to hide his secret of being blind. he suffered the nightmares. he stayed in baseball even with his disability. no one even knew. he studied marykou history through his dad's old books. why wasn't it working?! his throat painfully tightened in disappointment and sadness… he wanted to see them.. he needed to see.. him.

then yuuri understood, the time! he was three minutes early shinou had gotten it down to a science and the interference needed time. he was stopped by his epiphany when he felt saliva make its way down his cheek and roll down his drenched neck.. then he was teleported.

great. just fantastic.

cause it wasn't bad enough he was being teleported by an oval office but now he was to be carried by the loogey of a teenage ruffian. everyone look around! the great maou! of spit! uuuuuughghghghgh! this is humiliating! yuuri closed his eyes , nose, and ears. mostly every orifice of his body so he wouldn't be sneezing spit later. and tried to focus on the good side. it may have been a rough ride. he may have lost many. he may be damaged and jaded. he may never get to be held by a certain lion like he once took for granted..

but yuuri shibuya was finally going to go home.

to be continued.