Date started: 06/06/13

Date finished: 15/06/13

Mood: utterly exhausted

Today's fave word: Jam (strawberry)

Notes: I apologize for my late update, things just keep piling up lately. Please enjoy!

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The sound of heavy pants, cotton muffled blows, and bodies being chucked to the wooden dojo floor rung in Yuuri's ears. The offensive scent of sweat, aggression, and failure overwhelmed Yuuri's senses. Before him stood a guy only a year older than him. He vaguely remembered him from his middle school. He would always go around bullying those younger than him for their lunch money. A traditional delinquent from the smoking behind the school building, right down to the hair dyed blond. With his body built sturdy like a bull. He wasn't someone you'd want to willingly piss off. And yet here was Yuuri facing him off in the finals of this year's karate tournament.

"GO SHIBUYA!" A voice cheered from the sidelines, dragging Yuuri's eyes from his opponent to Murata who sat there, hands cupped around his mouth to amplify his voice. Noticing his gaze, Murata grinned and waved enthusiastically.

Ever since Yuuri came back from the other world two weeks ago, Yuuri had been all but stalking Murata. Walking him to and from home each day, or calling him every other five minuets' to find out where he was and with whom. Really, Murata found himself thinking, he was like an overprotective mother. Though he did realize the importance these actions held in Yuuri's mind, he didn't want anyone to find out, and to make sure this didn't happen he had to guard the only one who knew the truth.

Honestly, as soon as Yuuri realized he was found out, he was seriously considering committing murder, but he rein himself in, not wanting to end up just like him. Anything but that. So he took the less tactical approach and decided to follow the annoyingly cheery boy everywhere and anywhere he went.

"Oi, Brat!" The rough tone of his opponent snapped Yuuri out of his thoughts. "You're Shibuya Yuuri?"

Yuuri didn't answer, thinking that it was rather obvious by now, what after the referee announcing their names only moments ago, and Murata's distasteful outburst.

"Ain't you that kid who was kicked out of the Dojo at Karukana High last year?" Again Yuuri never said a word "I heard that the Sensei was so disgusted by your lack of talent he kicked you out. Or was it that you thought yourself all high and mighty and left?" Yuuri smirked at the boy's tale, obviously the truth had been lost somewhere in the passing of the story from Karukana and wherever this kid attended. "Either way, it doesn't matter, you're gonna lose here. Because there's no way a brat like you is gonna beat me!"

Yuuri stared at the boasting boy and made a decision. This boy looked very similar to Adlebert, damn his soul. Though this kid's skin tone was much less tanned, and his jaw nowhere as square and sturdy as the ex-demon tribe soldier. But if he lowered his eyes he could easily picture that it was Adlebert and not this obnoxious child he was facing him off. And that is exactly what he did.

A moment later, the referee declared the start of the match. Only five minutes after that, the Adelbert look alike lay gasping for breath on the mat after receiving a well delivered round house kick to the stomach and an uppercut to the jaw that would surely bruise the next day.

Murata cringed at witnessing the big boy's easy demise, and thanked the heavens he was not Yuuri's enemy, and that he never would be. Masking his discomfort, he stood up and cheered for the winner of the match, hands slapping together loudly as the rest of the audience glared hatefully at the dark haired Demon king, not at all pleased that he had defeated their most talented fighter. No one else celebrated Yuuri's victory, nobody congratulated him. And it was this that compelled Murata to go to Yuuri's matches when he knew that he didn't need to; to give the boy at least a little bit of encouragement. In the back of his mind, he always wondered where Yuuri's parents were while Yuuri fought in his competitions, but decided to just brush it off as they were too busy, or didn't like the idea of Yuuri partaking in violence.

"That was great, Shibuya!" Murata praised. "You knocked him out with a…" He raised his fisted hands and thrust it out in front of him "...POW! An' a…" he meekly kicked his leg out... "Whoa!" … and ungracefully fell on his back due to lack of balance.

Yuuri glanced down at him as he hung a clean towel around his neck, lifting one end to his cheek to wipe non-existent sweat from the fight. Shaking his head at Murata he continued his way to the door. Murata chuckled humorously and jogged to catch up.

"You're not gonna change?" He asked hesitantly as Yuuri slung a stained and smudged bag that contained his change of clothes over his shoulder.

"No. I'll just get my clean clothes all dirty then" Yuuri explained, not a single pause in his stride.

"I see" Murata smiled. He knew that Yuuri wasn't one to talk about meaningless things, the fact that Yuuri actually took the time to even explain himself made Murata slightly proud that he was able to get this close to Yuuri in such a short amount of time. "So where are we headed?"

Yuuri's step faltered, slowing until he came to a stop at the local park gate. Murata raised a brow in question.

"You can't come with me any further" Yuuri stated, then began to walk down the park path. Murata stared, mouth agape slightly, before once again jogging up to the dark haired boy.

"Hey! You can't just drop me like that!" Murata argued, his voice slightly higher pitched than usual. "What's so important that I can't come along? Oi!"

Yuuri didn't answer, instead increased his pace hoping to lose him. However, it seemed that fate wasn't on his side that day, because as soon as he turned the next corner, two little boys came barreling towards him, causing him to instinctively swerve to the right and trip over the edge of the park fountain, right into the dirty water filled with odd pennies and tree leaves.

And as the water began to pull Yuuri deeper into its cold embrace, Yuuri could only think, well, here we go again. Great.

Yuuri stared. Just lay there and stared at the sky, clouded with steam not even bothering to sit up and gather his bearings. He knew all he needed to know. He was back. Back in the insane world he had briefly visited before, where slapping someone on the cheek was seen as a proposal, where there was a tribe of people who called themselves demons, where said people happened to be able to control elements; where he was a crowned the demon king, simply because he had black hair and eyes.

A splash and a giggle brought Yuuri to attention, his eyes wandering towards the sound. In the fog, Yuuri could distinctly make out the curvy shapes of several women's shadows, instantly causing him to panic. He pushed at the water, desperately trying to find some sort of leverage to help pull him out of the water and to his feet, but the clear liquid simply slipped between his fingers with each thrust. Trying another tactic, Yuuri gathered his legs underneath him, and kicked, succeeding in getting himself upright. However, as he took a step forward, the extra weight dragging him down, and causing a large splash to echo around the (assumed) bath.

One of the shadows tilted its head at the sound, before they all turned to see what had caused it. Yuuri sat still, hoping with all his might that they wouldn't notice him. His prayers went unanswered.

"Your Majesty?" A masculine voice questioned, uncertainly.

The fog began to clear, and Yuuri's horror grew as he saw the 'ladies' he had seen in the steam became visible to him. There before him stood five muscular men, completely naked, and each as… well endowed as the other.

Yuuri screamed. No, screamed wouldn't be the right word. Yuuri shrilled as the men flung themselves in all their naked glory upon him and began to… touch. Through his horror filled eyes, Yuuri vaguely made out one particular man with bright ginger hair that was groping at his chest vigorously with a Cheshire grin smirking down at him.

"Your Majesty!" A voice called.

"Yuuri!" Another one joined it.

"Conrart? Gunter? HELP!" Yuuri yelped when one hand got extremely close to cupping his bottom.

"I am Gunter Von Christ, and I demand you release him at once!" Gunter announced sternly while glaring at the men clinging wantonly to Yuuri. The men paused their actions and turned to the white clad man.

"You're Lord Gunter?" they asked hesitantly.

"Correct!"

"You are the most gorgeous creature I have ever seen!" One of them cried, immediately dropping Yuuri and slashing through the waist high water towards him.

The others followed him and one by one they glomped him, repeating their previous actions on Gunter instead, causing him to let out a small yelp of surprise.

"Rescue mission complete," Conrart stated teasingly as he lifted Yuuri's drenched body up by the arms, much like a father would when pulling his son from the bath "Welcome back, Your Majesty"

Yuuri glanced at Gunter, thankfulness swelling up knowing that Gunter had sacrificed himself to save him.

"It almost makes me feel guilty, seeing him take my place" Yuuri admitted, looking at Conrart's smiling face out of the corner of his eye.

"Hey, where did His Majesty go?" One of the men asked suddenly, noticing the boy's absence.

"Guilty feelings gone." Yuuri gushed, his voice gone a pitch higher than usual. Reaching out, he grabbed Conrart's hand before dragging him off in the opposite direction.

I'm really sorry this chapter is so short, but I was having real difficulty trying to continue it while making it flow so I'm just going to cut it short and carry on what it is I want to write in the next chapter, which, unfortunately, I haven't started yet. Sorry again, but don't worry, I will carry on! I will overcome this obstacle and return to you yet again with and another, longer chapter.