Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou kara Maou, or make any money from this fic.
A/N: I decided to post a couple more chapters so Wolfram could plot his revenge! Lol. And thanks for all the reviews!
Every morning when I rise;
I wipe the tears from my eyes,
Arduous and bitter are my sighs.
Another night has come and gone,
The curtain has been raised and drawn,
And still his Majesty is GONE!
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Oh, Majesty!
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O cruel fate! Oh wretched state!
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Why must the sun still shine;
Oh so clear and merrily through,
Dancing upon the glass window of my room?
Why must the flowers yet bloom,
The bees still buzz, the songbird sing?
While we mere mortals feel the heart-wrenching gloom,
Wretchedness and all-oppressing doom,
Of the absence of our beloved Maou!
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Oh, Majesty!
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-The Lament of Günter from Interlude II.b of His Royal Majesty King Yuuri Shibuya, 27th Maou of Shin Makoku Shines like the Sun Even when he Leaves His Most Faithful Servant Behind Once Again by Günter von Kleist
It was late when they got back from the meeting at Bob's place, but Miko decided there was still time to bake Christmas cookies!
"Oh, Yuu-chan, let's teach all your friends from Shin Makoku how to decorate gingerbread men!"
"Mom! I'm too old for that stuff now!" Yuuri complained.
"It's Mama, Yuu-chan," Miko corrected. "And baking cookies is always fun."
"That sounds like an excellent idea, Mama-san," Murata said while grabbing a pink frilly apron from a kitchen drawer.
Miko giggled and started collecting the ingredients from the cupboard. "Aw, you're so much fun, Ken-chan!"
Gwendal blushed and stepped forward to help with the baking. Wolfram was still in a sour mood after his Megamall-public-nudity-crossdressing adventure, and huffed and sat down on the couch to watch some television. Although Wolfram had been perplexed by the TV at first, he quickly warmed up to that particular Earth invention.
Yuuri paused and glanced around. "Hey, Murata, where did Conrad go?"
"I think he and Dr. Rodriguez are playing doctor," Murata said with a suggestive wink.
"What?!" Yuuri shouted. "Never mind, I don't want to know."
"Don't shout inside the house, Yuu-chan," Miko scolded, pouring sugar into a mixing bowl.
"Yeah, Shibuya, if you make loud noises the cookies won't rise," Murata said, grinning from ear to ear and pouring milk into the mixture.
A flurry of flour and baking powder later, the cookie dough was forming into a lumpy ball. Gwendal dutifully stirred some more, kneading all the lumps out. Then he put the dough on the counter and started rolling it out.
"WIMP!" Wolfram shouted from the couch. "Either keep your fiancé company or help with baking."
"You're not helping either," Yuuri pointed out.
"Shibuya, think about what you're saying," Murata whispered.
"FINE!" Wolfram roared. "I will bake cookies too!"
"What a great idea Wolf-chan," Miko squealed with glee, "It's so much more fun when everyone bakes!"
Gwendal twitched, and moved a hand protectively over the kitty-shaped cookie he had just made.
For the next twenty minutes the kitchen was full of laughter, fighting, shouting, complacency and accusations. By the end of it all, Miko proudly put the cookies in the oven to bake. They all agreed that they'd ended up with 35 adorable cookies, 40 cute cookies, 15 mediocre cookies, and 10 misshapen monstrosities that could probably be sent to a Museum of Modern Art.
Wolfram was not amused by the classification of his cookies. He angrily turned to Yuuri. "Cheater! If I didn't have to watch you all the time, my baking would be better than my brother's!"
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Later, after everyone had their sugar cravings satiated, Wolfram returned to the couch. Murata helped clean the kitchen to Miko's immense delight. Afterwards, he walked over to the couch when no-one was looking and thrust a magazine into Wolfram's hands.
"Here, you might find this interesting, Lord von Blielfeld," Murata said with a conspirational wink.
Wolfram looked at the magazine, Weekly Bishonen. He considered thwacking Murata over the head with the gaudy abomination, until he glanced at the featured articles. Make Your Bishonen Hair Even More Sparkly!, 12 New Bishie Styles! and most importantly Miffed? Plot Your Evil Bishonen Revenge Now! He looked over at Murata. Interesting. The Great Sage didn't take sides, but would often aid in the causing of trouble. Wolfram smirked and wondered if he could exploit that tendency later. In the meantime, he sat down on the couch to read.
"Hey Wolfram, do you know why the melons were sad?"
Wolfram looked up from his Bishie magazine to stare at his brother. "What are you talking about, Conrad?"
"It's a joke José told me, trust me, it's hilarious," Conrad said, chuckling in anticipation of his own joke.
"Conrad, how can melons be sad?" Wolfram asked. "Wait is this innuendo?"
"No it's not, it's really funny, trust me. You won't believe how funny this is -haha!" Conrad paused to catch his breath. "They were sad, because they cantaloupe! Get it? Can't elope!" Conrad laughed loudly at his own joke.
Wolfram fell forward onto his Bishie magazine and crumpled a few pages. He decided to go back to plotting his revenge. Wolfram wondered if Conrad would look better in a frilly blue dress or a frilly pink dress. Wolfram decided against the pink dress, Yozak would probably just steal it. And according to the Bishie article on Choosing Colors for Your Complexion! blue was more Conrad's color anyway.
Wolfram heard Conrad telling the same joke to Gwendal in the kitchen and sighed. Maybe he wouldn't be able to get revenge on Conrad after all. Sometimes his brother had absolutely no shame.