WARNING! I DON'T OWN KKM! I REALIZE that my character develops into a Mary Sue and I DON'T care. The only 'god-modding' that my character ever really does (Spoiler, if you care) is she is able to use all four elements, I don't care if that's a no-no or whatever, I randomly thought of this when I was really bored one night at work and I wrote it down anyways. I did this for fun, if you don't like it. DON'T READ IT! Thank you. Have fun.

Okay, the heika thing'll swap around a bit… Sorry if that makes anyone angry. But too bad. And yes, this is where she gets to be a bit… "Mary-sue-ish" and again, I. Don't. Care. I like screwing with people's heads and so does Yuki. Especially when she knows stuff that she KNOWS other people think she shouldn't know yet... Meh heh heh, that's the best.

I felt my jaw drop, mentally mind you, I have more control over my reactions than most people. It was Shibuya sitting at the desk that is designated for the Maou. How did I know thats who they were talking about? I felt myself getting angry, and I let my anger roll, it's how I would've reacted to this case if I hadn't been forewarned by Champion what was slightly going on. And even then, I still didn't know the whole story.

"Shibuya!" I yelled, marching past Conrart and up to the young man's desk. I slammed my hands down on the table, "Just what in the HELL is going on?" I yelled at him (In Japanese. Gotta keep the 'no idea whats going on' persona). I saw, out of the corner of my eye, everyone in the room go into a defensive stance, with their hands going towards the swords on their hips.

"Ishikawa-san," the teenager started, "Calm down would you? I'm not a hundred percent sure myself."

"Yuki."

"What?" he looked at me slightly confused.

"I've told you before, don't call me Ishikawa-san. It's Yuki. Call me Ishikawa-san again and I'll twist your arm behind your back." the confusion left his face.

"Ah," he stood up and walked around the desk, "Then, in retaliation to that statement, my name is Yuuri. I've asked you to go ahead and call me that before since you are such an old friend of the family." his expression changed to mock annoyance, "But you are just as formal as I am in this situation, that you've never complied." I felt my face turn slightly red.

"Touche." I glared at him ever so slightly, then I laughed and hugged him, "So Yuuri," I put emphasis on his name, teasing him a bit, "Explain." I noticed that when I hugged him the blonde in the corner of the room (the one that Yuuri was fighting when I first showed up) suddenly tensed up and started walking towards me, only to be stopped by another man, just as handsome as all the others I'd seen so far, with dark gray hair and striking blue eyes.

Von Voltaire, Von Bielefelt. Champion's voice flashed in my head when I looked at them.

So do they look like their ancestors too? I asked her.

Yes. Very much so. Though the von Bielefelt of my time had much longer hair, and von Voltaire, shorter hair. It's... interesting to see someone who looks so much the same and yet completely different. Her voice had a slightly melancholy feel to it, which kind of made me feel bad for her, although I'm not entirely sure why.

I must've been spaced for a few minutes longer than I thought because I heard Yuuri calling to me...

"Ishikawa-san!" In the name that I'd specifically told him not to (it makes me feel old! T_T). I felt his hand reach out and touch my shoulder. I grabbed his wrist and, making my martial arts sensei proud, twisted his arm behind his back. This action made everyone in the room draw their swords and jump towards me (except, I noticed, Conrart didn't do anything, although he was watching me rather closely).

"I told you I'd twist your arm if you called me Ishikawa-san again." I muttered, slightly angry. "I've complied, and called you Yuuri. Now you have to do the same in return and NOT call me Ishikawa-san. If you feel like being even slightly formal about it, call me Yuki-senpai, if you must." I added a little more of my famous temper into those last three words, letting him know that even that would only be tolerated for a short amount of time. I felt something poke me in the back as I let him go, and looking over my shoulder I saw that blonde, von Bielefelt I believe is what Champion called him? I turned around with my hands in the air.

"Yes?" I asked him, though I knew he wouldn't understand me. The question in my tone, however did prompt him to answer.

"Hands off of him you lowlife." he raised the point of his sword to my chest, I glared at him in response, "I will not allow someone like you to touch my fiance." I was already moving at this point, dodging under the blade and hitting the young man's wrist, sending his sword flying into the air, I caught it as it came back down (it had twisted mid-air of course, I wasn't going to catch it by the blade), brandishing it at the young lord's throat. That's it, my temper got the best of me.

"How dare you call someone you don't know a lowlife," I growled at him in Shin Makoku's native language, startling everyone in the room, "Doing such a thing only brands you as one your-..." Wait, what had he just said? Fiance? I lowered the sword a bit, "Wait, did you just say 'fiance'?" he was to busy staring at me in surprise to respond. I turned around and faced Yuuri, "Did he just say 'fiance'?" I repeated to the wide-eyed teenager. He didn't respond. I looked around the room, frustrated that no one was answering my question. I snapped my fingers to get Yuuri to snap out of it.

"What?" he blinked.

"Answer the question, please."

"Yes, he did just say fiance." It wasn't Yuuri who answered the question but Conrart, who walked towards the front of the room. I looked at him quizzically, he was the only one who hadn't had a reaction to anything I'd done yet. "If you remember, you first showed up here when there was a duel between his Majesty and Wolfram. It was because His Majesty had proposed to him the night before."

"On accident!" Yuuri finally spoke, "You forgot to add 'on accident' Conrad." Conrad, that was much easier than Conrart, I like it, I'll call him that from now on.

"And HOW do you propose to someone, on accident?" I knew the answer as soon as I asked the question, because Champion spoke in my mind at the same time Yuuri did.

By slapping someone on their left cheek.

"By slapping someone on their left cheek, apparently."

Though, it only applies to nobles if I remember correctly. Champion added. I sighed, rolled my eyes and ran my hand through my hair.

"And why'd you do that?" I asked. Yuuri looked slightly reluctant to answer, so before he did Conrad again answered for him.

"Wolfram insulted His Majesty's mother." What? Insulted Miko-san? I turned a fresh glare onto Wolfram. How dare he? Now I wanted to slap him, but that would probably make matters worse.

"Okay, okay! I don't want to hear anything more." I waved my hands in the air to emphasize this and realized that I still had Wolfram's sword in my hand. I moved to hand it back to him, and he took it with a glare. He shoved it roughly back into its sheath and stomped back to his corner, I noticed that the other two had replaced their swords as well, though the slight shock was still apparent in their eyes.

"Ishi-... I mean Yuki," Yuuri started, correcting himself when I'd turned to glare at him, "How can you understand what we are saying now? How can you speak the language?" Crap... How can I explain this?

"Would you believe me if I said it was from a dream?" I asked, in all seriousness, it wasn't a complete lie... I did learn everything I know now from a dream, though I got the language from looked like he was going to start laughing but at the look on my face must've stopped him.

"Really?" He asked, curiousity entering his voice, "From a dream? How? When? Do you know anything more?" I winced at the onslaught of questions, I should have known this was coming.

"Yes. Please explain to us how you know our language." That was Gunter, he finally spoke up. Aside from him yelling at Conrad outside the dungeon cell and muttering under his breath on the walk to this office I hadn't heard him say anything. I haven't heard Lord von Voltaire, the gray haired blue eyed swordsman standing against the wall close to Wolfram, speak yet.

"I... I kinda can't." I started, "Not effectively anyways." I saw Conrad look at me disbelievingly out of the corner of my eye as I turned to face Gunter, "I've just had dreams about this country before. Lived in it like a normal citizen of Shin Makoku. Not all of them the same..." I looked for the right word, "Ranking I guess you could say, Lord von Christ." That earned me more shock. I smirked slightly. I was enjoying this, probably more than I should be.

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