It's Tradition
Pairing:Yuri/Wolfram
Genre: Humor, Parody
Word Count: 523 Complete
Warning: Parody, Fluff.
Comments: Custom demands that the King, carry out his royal duty.
This is something different for me, I usually stick to Harry Potter or Ranma 1/2. This is the first Kyou Kara Maou fic I have written, and I have only seen the first ten episodes.
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"This is a tradition? Are you sure?" Yuuri peered down at the item of clothing laid out on his bed.
"Completely, when the new King comes into power he has to do this." Wolfram was trying to explain yet another mysterious and awkward Demon tradition.
"It sounds strange, for the King to have to something like this." Yuuri had seen many things that had been explained away as local custom, but he hoped this was all a joke.
"There are many things about our great culture, for you yet to learn"
"You're right there, a handy instruction manual would have been helpful"
"Well you're just going to have to suck it up. It's you're task as king"
"Why isn't there an instruction manual, just tell me that"
"It's not because we have too much time on our hands, and embarrassing you brings endless fun. Far from it"
"Oh, it feels like it some times." Yuuri looked sceptical at this declaration because sometime he thought that this whole world, was just here to humiliate him.
"Enough with this talking, Your Majesty you are obligated as King to do your duty."
"Do I have to wear this"
"It's tradition"
"I don't have a choice do I"
"No"
"I just think, that as King I shouldn't have to dress like this, it's demeaning." Pointing a finger at the 'clothing' on his bed Yuuri cried out.
"But black is a sign of royalty and power"
"But there is so little of it"
"It's tradition"
"Stop saying that"
"You can not fight tradition"
"Just watch me, I am not wearing it." Huffing Yuuri crossed his arms and turned up his nose, there was no way on this world they could ever force him into that get up.
"Do I have to tie you down and put it on you?"
"Yes, . . . Wait I mean . . . .No . . .I mean, look I'm not going to wear that." Spluttering he backed away from the bed and it's waiting time bomb, face red, Yuuri stumbled further backwards as Wolfram approached him.
"Do you want me to get Conrad in here to convince you"
"And let him see me in that?
"It is going to happen sooner or later." Frustrated, Wolfram swept both arms up in the air. Yuuri was being so childish; it wasn't that bad.
"I don't want too!" Wailing, Yuuri backed himself hard against the wall.
"Stop whining"
"You can't make me." Yuuri fought the urge to stick out his tongue and lost. He poked his tongue out at Wolfram and smirked.
"Do you want, to make Gunter cry"
"Oh all right, I submit." Immediately Yuuri could imagine the weeks of soppy apologies and demands for forgiveness, that Gunter would end up saying if he found out Yuuri wouldn't follow 'tradition.' Gunter thought everything was his fault. If it had to do with Yuuri.
Wolfram picked up the black silk and leather corset with matching garter and thong from the bed and tossed them at Yuuri. "Good, now try not get it dirty. The parade's in half an hour."
"What!" . . . 'Thud'
"Wimp."
