AN: Hello, I know that it's been a really looong time since I have updated GSQ. I do apologize for that but I promised myself that I will finish this long fanfic. Please bear with me as it might take awhile. I already half forgotten about this and how I wanted the story to progress. I'm slowly getting it back on track.

As I reviewed my past additions to this fic, I started editing some of its contents. (primarily spelling and misuse of certain words and scenarios) I hope you like it. I will also insert image links for imagination purposes along the way. Since FF doesn't support placing images mid chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyou Kara Maou and any of its characters. This story is made solely because I can't get enough of Conrart and Yuuri.

Geez, my mom always makes a big deal out of it.

Yup, my name's Shibuya Yuuri. Not the characters for 'fertile country' or 'gentle pear tree' or 'enduring lapis lazuli', but Shibuya 'Advantageous'. My brother, who's five years older, is Shibuya Shouri. His name's written with the characters for 'victory' and read 'Shouri' (it looks like it might be read 'Katsutoshi', but it's not).

Shibuya yuuri..I can't complain with my given name. I'm simply happy with what I have.

I'm a fifteen year old high school student who's got everything she could wish for. Friends, high marks in academics and sports and a family that's both supportive and loving yet a bit pushy at times. I mean, who's mother would want her little girl to learn fencing and other stuff huh? Perfect life right? But somehow, like any other days, I feel like there's something that's missing inside of me.

I was thinking about all that when I suddenly heard someone say look out Branwen! Then I saw a ball flying out of the baseball field. I caught it on instinct and saw a senpai running towards me. I've been spacing out near the baseball field.

"Your ball senpai"

"Thank you Branwen! That reminds me, aren't you going to go back to baseball? It's been a year you know and the team needs you and wants you back."

He said that with a smiling face but my only reply was that I'm focusing on my violin for now as I waved my case in front of him signaling that it was time for me to practice. Another day before the recitals. It's going to be fun.

I went to the practice rooms wearing my recital clothes. It is a white long sleeved polo plus a big blue bow that accents the black blazers and the black recital pants.

"Aaaaahh~"

It has been a year since I quit the team. I sorta miss it.. I shook my head in defiance telling myself that I have already decided to quit the team and I have to focus on my violin. I closed my eyes and began to play..

(ave Maria)

The violin really calms my mind. I was so into it that I was startled when..

~ring ring

I was interrupted by my phone. Ohh shooot! I was so engrossed with playing! I forgot that I would meet up with my best friend this afternoon! He sounded annoyed too.

I hurriedly packed my things and strapped my violin securely in its case and rushed out of the door carrying a stack of unorganized papers in one hand and headed for the park where we always meet even as a child.

Im late im late I'm latee! It kept ringing on my mind as I pedaled my bike mercilessly.

"Keeen! I parked my bike near his and waved as I near the space where he sits."

"About time branwen! How long exactly were you planning to make me wait? Got engrossed with your violin again?" He asked with an arched brow and folded arms but smiled.

I waved and beamed an apologetic smile at that. He knows me very well, most likely more than I know myself and I know that I can trust him with my life.

Murata ken. A guy my age is just a bit taller than I am with the same pair of black eyes and hair only shorter and he wears eyeglasses too..and for some reason, it's really hard to read what's on his mind. His uniform is like my recital outfit except he sported a tie instead of a bow.I've known him since I was a kid. Our family knows one another and this park by the river was where we always had a picnic when we were young. For us, this is the place where we unwind when we feel stuffed in school or when we just feel like it.

He's tasked to buy from the vendo today. Peaceful days often happen like this:we play rock paper scissors to know who buys a drink, wait for the loser to come back and when he does, we lay on the dike and talk until the sun goes down.

I had my back turned from the sidewalk admiring the beautiful river bank as the sun consumed it as it sets. I never grow tired of watching it. Then I heard the bristling of the grass as someone approached me. I didn't bother looking. I know it could only be Ken but as I listened to the footsteps, I noticed that there was more than one footstep that's approaching and it was too late for me to have turned. I saw three men towering over me. did they look worried?

"What do you want?" I said.

I recognized the guys. They're from our school. One of them tried to court me but failed. I have already said no to them so what are they doing here?

"Please help us branwen-san! Our friend is injured there!" The guy pointed somewhere near the restroom.

"Huh? What happened?" I was bewildered by what he said and got up to face them properly.

"He slipped and I think he broke his ankle. We tried to move him but he said it hurts so much. You're a student nurse so maybe you could help." he explained.

Wow, he's really worrying about his friend and it's true that I help out at the clinic.

"Take me to where he is, I'll see what I can do."

They led me near the women's public comfort room..then suddenly a pair of hands grabbed me from behind! I tried to scream but my mouth was quickly covered with another hand.I was tossed to the ground of the lady's room then the man sat on top of me. I tried to struggle free but his weight overwhelmed my timid body. Then I heard a click on the door. Guy b and c locked it! I didn't know what to do. I froze in my place.

Gadamit! Shibuya yuuri get yourself together and calm down! Analyze the situation and think of other possible solutions. I won't be able to fight. There are four of what else is there?Like talk these things out?Yes! Talk would do for now..I hope.

"Why are you guys doing this?let me go! Why not figure out a better solution instead of this huh?" But the only thing I see is his lustful eyes that send shivers down my spine.I'm scared. His grip tightened and for the first time I've felt afraid...

"Let me goo!" I retaliated again.

But the response I got was "Who do you think you are bitch? Just shut up and he'll get this over with." it was from guy b who's standing by the door.

"Sorry babe, you've left me no choice, I have loved you far too much then you just refused me not bothering to know me first." Then guy A started unbuttoning my shirt. I'm so scared.

"Noo! Please let me goo!" Then my mouth was plastered with my own ribbon.

Ohh gooood. Please! Someone, anyone? Please help me. Please! These words were like a mantra that i kept reciting in my head. I am so scared at the moment.

Then by some miracle a faucet broke.. water filled the comfort room and it seemed to engulf me.. WAIT, whaaat? I'm riding with the drainage? Wth?! wait, kono kanji, This feeling, it feels so familiar. Ohh yeah, I remember…

Flashback

When I was a kid, our family always went to disneyland. And my father would always take me to ride the Star Tours. I remembered one time when I asked him why he only takes me on the Star Tours.

Me: "Papaaa."

Papa: "What is it, Yuuri?"

Me: "Why do you only take me on the 'Star Tours' when we go to Disneyland?"

Papa : "Oh, do you not like the Star Tours, Yuuri?"

Me: "No, I love it! But I've ridden it so many times now that I remember everything the 'pilot droid' says!"

Papa: "Yuuri, you're amazing! So you've memorized all of the pilot droid's lines? Then, Yuuri, let's take the Star Tours ride one more time to see whether or not you're right! When you're all grown up it'll definitely come in handy."

End of Flashback

"It certainly did come in handy!"

Who would have thought that after all these years, I'll thank my dad for that.

Then I came to. My hazy vision is beginning to return. He probably couldn't have predicted more than ten years ago that his daughter would be pulled down a drain, but taking the Star Tours ride ten times in rapid succession at Tokyo Disneyland has certainly turned out to be useful.

After being sucked into the swirling current, everything was the same as the scene I saw repeatedly as a kid. The droid's shout, and then the warp. The grainy light of the stars stretch and distort into long glowing tails, then become stars again. My body also stretches and distorts, then...

...Or not.

I can't really have been washed through the drainage, can I? I mean, my body's maturing quite normally, and I have the average physique of a first-year senior high school student.

I stretch out my arms and legs as far as I can, and lie spread-eagled on the dusty ground. It's been a long time since I've seen an unpaved road. There's nothing but the cloudless blue sky above me. The atmosphere seems unfamiliar with concepts like pollution or depletion of the ozone layer; it's pure and clean beneath a clear blue sky. When I tilt my head, I can see green on both sides of the road. On my left is a luxuriant forest, on my right a sloping meadow and somebody's house. The house appears to be made of stone, and in the distance I can vaguely see some sort of animal. A goat?...or a sheep?

I'm probably here because I was with that lot, and I stopped moving after he started doing those things. The faucet broke and then they panicked and immediately hurried to abandon me somewhere where I wouldn't be found.

Ohh yeah, I was almost raped. I scrutinized every part of my body for aching parts and it's good to know that there's none. But still I was so afraid. His horrible touch still lingered and I can't help but not think about it.

Nah uh! I shook my head and slapped my face to concentrate. I told myself to leave the past, look forward to the future and live the present. Yes, the present. I have to know where I am.

I searched my surroundings once again and found my violin two meters from where I sat.I got it and inspected the insides.. It's a good thing that mom insisted on buying a waterproof case .

So where is this, anyway? The scenery is like something that wouldn't be found in modern Japan, and I mutter as I sit up, "...The Alps? From Heidi? Though I can't figure out how I would've been transported here.

My moist recital uniform clings disgustingly to my body. If I think about it carefully, the moisture probably came from that public lavatory...I need to stop thinking about it carefully. Water is water, just simple H2O. And it's a bit cold too.

A young woman carrying a large basket comes walking down the road. The wicker basket hanging from her hands falls from both at the same time. Huge fruits—apples?—thump onto the road and start rolling down the hill.

"Excuse me..." I start to say, gesturing my hand to give the fallen apples to her and gulp. The woman is staring at me and I started staring back at her. What I'm thinking is—

She's one of those people who dresses up in costumes (cosplayer for short).

What is with that skirt that's so long that it drags on the ground? And that old-fashioned kercher tied beneath her chin? And those blue eyes and dark gold hair?...is she a foreigner?! Why is there a foreigner wearing Heidi of the Alps' long apron climbing up the hill with a basket? And why has she started yelling with her basket lying where it fell at her feet, pointing at me?

"Ah, um, excuse me, I'm really sorry if I scared you. It's just that I was abandoned here—I really have no intention of causing any harm or being violent or anything like that...can you tell me where I am?"

Maybe her voice is a substitute for a siren?—one after another, people fly out of fairy-tale stone houses and come rushing up the slope. There are men and women and children. But they're all—

"...Uh, they're all cosplayers?"

No, that's not right, these people are certainly not modern Japanese. To begin with, all of them are foreigners. Speaking from a Japanese perspective, we can't think of these people born with gold or brown hair, with blue eyes and split chins as anything but another race. An army of ten or more of them, carrying handy farming tools like spades and hoes and sickles, gather around us: the woman who's still screaming, me with my legs about to give way.

"Wait a minute, really, please hold on! I was just dumped here! Uuuum, how do I say this plausibly, uuuuh...abandoned! I was just abandoned here! Oh!...Oh, I know! I get it now...yeah, I mean."

My brain and tongue are going full steam ahead in my state of emergency. Houses and a group of foreign cosplayers that don't look like they're from Japan. Everything clicks in my head.

"This is a theme park, right?!"

That's right. Foreign cosplayer group, foreign-style houses: this can't be anything but one of the theme parks used so often in those two-hour suspense dramas.

"Hahah, right, that's it, right? I'm so stupid for not realizing it earlier. I've been dumped in a theme park. But then where is this? From the looks of it, maybe the Russian Village in Niigata ? Although that'd mean that they went pretty far when they dumped me, huh?...Wa, OW, uh, what was that, Russian Village people—wait, why are you throwing rocks and stuff at—ouch!" The good thing is that my violin case is a bit hard and it helped me shield myself from most rocks.

All the foreigners working at theme parks should have been informed of the stupidity of Japanese people. But then why are they throwing rocks at me as I'm frantically trying to explain? Even though I guess I got in without buying a ticket, preparing to use rocks and farm tools (also utilizable as dangerous weapons) against me is going a bit overboard, isn't it?

"Ah, um, I dropped my bag with my wallet earlier, so I came in without paying for a ticket, but I definitely will another day. Or if you let me make a local phone call..."

Local?

Warding myself against stones and mud with my hands, I turn my back towards a farmer who thrusts a spade that looks like a gigantic fork at me and wonder as I stare dumbfounded at a frightened baby who's burst into tears.

How much longer is it going to remain light? Wasn't it already past four in the afternoon when I started at it with those Yankees? I supposed it's not unimaginable that I was unconscious for fifteen hours, but that no one found me, not even the theme park's security personnel? And besides, my uniform is still completely soaked even though it's May. What in the world happened to me?! My head is so full of question marks that it's about to hit the ground from the weight. Even though they're throwing rocks at me completely without reason, nobody's coming to my aid.

I hear a powerful commanding voice and abruptly lift my head. Thankfully, the rocks stop.

"Who..." I start to ask, and choke as I see the man on the horse. Cool! They have horses too? I want to ride it! Then I focused on the man that rides it. His clothes are of the same design as the villagers, but from their sleek texture of obviously higher quality. The man climbs down from his high-strung horse and takes two steps towards me. My instinct is to move a few steps behind and get ready to defend.

Football player—i crocked my eyes and ran them through him. This guy's definitely an American football player. He's got the biceps and the chest. And the dazzling blond hair and turquoise-blue eyes, a prominent aquiline nose that's a bit crooked to the left, and the slightly split chin which is the prototype of the classic macho Caucasian. If there were any other Japanese girls around here who like foreigners, they'd be lining up to ask to take his picture, and the older ladies would be sticking rolls of money into his bikini pants—he's that good-looking. His only defect is those gigantic triangular nostrils also peculiar to well, not my type at all.

I secretly decided to name him Denver Broncos, since that's the only NFL team I know. He has a word or two with the villagers, and then kneels and peers at me.

"...Um...thanks so much for calming everyone down..."

Suddenly, a gigantic hand that matches his build firmly seizes my head.

He could probably do a 90-yard long pass with that grip. Or even a touchdown. But my frontal lobe (no way?) doesn't get hurled; he doesn't move for a few seconds, and his fingers tighten around my head.

"Ow..." I moan involuntarily in a small voice as pain assails me from five different points. But it's probably the shock more than the pain, like the shock and dismay of stabbing your own fingers by mistake coming before the pain. And the man lets go, while at the same time a sound pours into me. The path from my ears to my brain blazes with agony as if water is running through it.

Ittaaii! I suddenly let go of my violin

I immediately snapped his grip on my head, jumped and kicked his face hard. It's not as hard as it normally is but it's enough to throw him off balance and to get my distance from him.

I scoot to soothe the pain in my ears..

I saw the macho man startled. He wavered for a moment. He Was probably caught off guard by a girl kicking him. Nonetheless, he was back to his footing by a second.

Wind, trees, the cries of animals, the animal-like wails of a baby—and then words.

Suddenly everyone starts speaking in Japanese. What, so everyone knew Japanese after all? Well, yes, of course, coming to Japan on their own (though I guess they brought their families) to work with tourists, they would have needed to master everyday Japanese, right? Then why did they only talk in a different language until now? Sheesh, tough customers, aren't they? The handsome macho grins broadly.

"Well? Can you understand me now?"

"Aaah, I guess it really does feel kinda strange to hear fluent Japanese coming out of a foreigner."

Now that we can communicate with each other, I feel the tension drain out of me a bit. For now, I need to figure out what the heck is going on. I ask in a pseudo-foreign accent to help them understand me more easily, "So you see, I don't even know myself how I got tossed out here, so I have no idea where or what time...oh, right, I have a watch, so I know what time it is, but...uuuuum...excuusie-meee, where-ah I am? How I go home from here-ah?"

"What the?" Denver Broncos (or maybe American Football Guy) looks down at me, hands on his hips. "Here I was thinking you looked promising,even managing to fight back even though you're a woman, but did we get a simple idiot for the Maou this time? Hahaha! I've always known that no woman is fit to be Maou"

Idiot? My Vein popped at that.

"...How can you call a young woman an idiot the first time you meet her? And how can you be sexist?!"

My bad habit rears its head. I've had it since elementary school: when my brain ceases to function, a red light starts flashing, and I start talking frantically. It must be that I'm trying to give myself time to think while I'm chattering away like mad—my fourth grade music teacher was quite impressed. I was arguing about why we had to learn a technique I already know. Then she gave me another task instead.

"I mean, I'm enrolled in a high-ranking prefectural school,people look at my high grades, I'm an elite! won national and international awards! not to brag but-. I mean, I am a returnee, after all—I lived in Boston for half a year after I was born. So what's with this 'idiot' stuff all of a sudden? Come on, idiot? Despite how I look now,(I'm practically dripping wet) my dad's an elite banker, and my brother's at Hitotsubashi after passing his exams on his first try."

Why am I even getting angry at him?and why am I explaining?

"Incidentally, my mom graduated from Ferris!"

"Fe...what? Is that some provincial aristocrat?" he responds, and I stop short. I guess bragging about academics isn't really globally effective.

"So..."

So theme park actors should stop calling their guests idiots. For those in service roles, customers are gods. I somehow climbed to my feet to lecture on that point of Japanese-style management.

The people playing as villagers shout astoundingly, "The Mazoku is standing up!"

"She's clad in black a real Mazoku. She's gotten up hurry up and get the children inside!"

"Oh no oh no she's going to burn down this town just like Kentenow twenty years ago!"

"Wait a minute, this one's still young and she's unarmed. Look, she's got black hair and black eyes. I hear that if you catch someone with the twin black you can get the power of immortality and one of the western dukedoms is offering a reward for one!"

"Yeah I heard that too that there is a head that can fetch a small island."

"Be careful no matter how young she is, she's still a Mazoku and she'll be able to use majutsu."

"Oh but this is Lord Adalbert Lord Adalbert is here Lord Adalbert please protect this village please use your godly powers to seal this Mazoku and keep us from harm!"

What in heck are these people saying?! I can't even figure out where the punctuations go in their sentences; it sounds like Japanese, but my brain can't parse it. I unconsciously checked my right wrist again. My solid, ungainly G-Shock watch is still there and my case.I don't know if it's actually working or not, but at least it'll give me a bit of boost to my attack power aside from the violin case right? Wait a minute—attack? Wait, what the heck am I thinking here? But however I look at it, these people are hostile towards me, and I have the right to protect myself from anyone. This is a state of emergency—wait, no, it's an urgent evacuation. Or is it legitimate self-defense? Complete panic mode!

Wait! Calm down..you didn't learn self defense for nothing. This is the right situation to make use of it. So, as they always say, calm down and analyze the situation before moving.

The villagers set up their dangerous weapons and sidle towards me with a do-or-die look on their faces. The guy they call Adalbert doesn't hold any farm tools or rocks. Instead, he's wearing a long sword at his side. You could say he's a guy with a high attack power.

"Hey hey, calm down, everyone. She doesn't understand anything yet. If we use this chance to explain to her..." Adalbert said to calm down the villagers.

I heard some sort of rhythmic sound approaching from a distance behind me. The pounding, which grows louder very rapidly, throws everyone into confusion. The sound is familiar—like hoofs: several horses galloping along the ground, their mighty hoof beats like the earth rumbling.

"Yuuri!"

Someone calls my name, and I turn.

Could he be the knight on the white horse who's come to save me...And...a…

"...Ske...!"

It's quite understandable that seeing them, my impressions would end at "ske." The three riders galloping towards me aren't knights, and they aren't riding white horses—and just a little above them in the sky, something utterly impossible is approaching. 'Something is flying towards me. I focused my eyes for a moment and Something which I've never seen or even imagined in my fifteen years and nine months of existence came in more detail.

It's a model skeleton, worn a light brown from age, with what looks like wings made from bamboo frames glued with oiled paper sprouting out of it. And yet it's flapping those wings noisily, flying through the sky as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

So skeletons can fly if you attach wings to them?

Wonderful, wonderful, exquisitely done! I can't see any of the wires or hover mechanisms or propellers they're using to keep it afloat. I wonder how they made it.

"Get away from her, Adalbert!" the brown haired man said.

The three horses galloping towards us are liver chestnuts with black on their foreheads, and riding on them are men holding drawn swords who look like soldiers. 'Liver chestnut' is a JRA term, so the residents probably wouldn't understand it. I can't see the face of the young man who appears to be the leader, but he commands the other two sternly, "Don't use your swords against the inhabitants! They're not soldiers!"

"But, Your Excellency!"

"Disperse the crowd!"

The three horses force their way through the crowd of people who are playing the part of villagers, neighing and rearing. I cover my mouth against the considerable cloud of dust and cough wretchedly, violently. Blue and orange sparks flash within the beige-colored cloud, followed by the heavy klunk of metal clashing against metal. The group runs around trying to escape in a chaos of screams and the rustle of grass.

Someone grasps my arms. The surrounding scene gradually recedes.

"Adalbert von Grantz! Why are you encroaching upon our borders?!"

"You're the same as ever, Lord Weller, Mr. Hero-Among-Cowards!"

Oh, I get it. It's like in one of those Sengoku-era battles, where etiquette says you have to announce you're this-and-that and you've fought a hundred men and won a thousand battles before you fight? —That's what I'm thinking, when my body is slowly lifted from the ground. On the slope where the dust has cleared away, the villagers, chased by the cavalry, are running for their homes, and the young man has leapt off his horse and crossed swords with Amer-Foot-Guy. As I'm thinking that the ground has gotten rather far away, I'm abruptly turned and carried away. My arms, which are bearing my full body weight, are ablaze with pain.

"Why am I flying...no way?!"

Thank god I'm not wearing a skirt.

The elaborate model skeleton whose construction I can't figure out is transporting me away with both of my arms in its grasp. It's flying unsteadily forward with its brown oiled-paper-like wings beating laboriously. No matter how much I look at it, it still looks like a skeleton with wings attached. Even though I'm looking up at it from directly underneath, I can only see an expressionless jaw and cranium attached to the top of its spine, and its eye sockets are dark, hollow cavities.

"Um, er, I guess, thanks."

Though I've been abducted, it's putting so much effort into it that I thought I should at least say thanks. The wings of the aerial model skeleton are desperately beating to keep us afloat, and one false move would probably send us plunging to the ground. Adalbert glances at us in the midst of his sword fight with the man so called as Lord Weller, the apparent leader of the soldiers, and calls out, "You come well-prepared, using the Kotsuhizoku to carry her away!"

"They are loyal to us. They do not lose themselves over personal grudges." said Lord Weller

"And you, Lord Weller? Woah there."

I crane my head as I'm being carried away and see the Mr. Universe called Adalbert narrowly leap back to avoid the sword point of Lord Weller, the leader of the soldiers.

I studied the way they handled their blades and ducked each of their blows. Even from up here, I can see that they are both skilled: very skilled with the sword.

"Don't you think it's a waste for your skills to be used by that lot?"

"Unfortunately, Adalbert—"

As usual, I can't see anything of Lord Weller but his khaki back and dark brown head. But somehow, I know that for a moment he smiled a very gentle smile amidst the fight.

"—my love isn't as single-minded as yours."

His subordinates, having driven all of the villagers off, gallop back, and the two disengage at the same time. Adalbert flies to his horse and yell to me, as I move to about a tree's height:

"Be patient for a bit—I'll come to save you soon!"

"Save me...?—I don't even know if I'm being kidnapped by the good guys or the bad guys right now!"

Below me, the brown-haired leader stopped his soldiers, who were about to chase after the enemy.

"Leave him!"

"He's one man. He's at a disadvantage right now, and we'll probably be able to take him if we can catch up with him."

Lord Weller (face still unknown), snaps an answer in reply. He's so cool!

"Our top priority right now is to get Her Majesty to safety!"

This Her Majesty that they need to get to safety—could they be talking about me? I guess I'm now participating in the production of this ultra-elaborate attraction of this ultra-novel theme park in the role of Her Majesty; I surreptitiously murmured, "...For now, could you maybe get me down from this ultra-well-made sky ride?"

I can even use this time to escape.

AN: For those who are asking about Female Yuuri's appearance, please use this for imagination purposes. I don't own these photos but I imagined that female Yuuri would have looked like this with black hair and eyes. She's of small build and you can also see her uniform samples and of course the training uniform or battle uniform when need arises. OHH! they are also removing links. anyway, they are in pinterest.

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