Discomfit
Intro: -All-American Rejects, 'It Ends Tonight'- Number ninty-six rolling right along! By the way, has anyone noticed my tastes in music changes from zero to one-hundred in, like, ten seconds? The other day I went from Nine-Inch Nails to the Back-Street Boys and realized that it's actually weird for the first time.
A/N: Whoo-Ee! I've made it far! I've got lots of WolfYuri inspiration, but it was all harbored to ALW and Wolfy A-Z… (laughs) This chapter is short. I'll make the next one longer…
"Yuri! What the Hell is that?" Wolfram asked. His eyebrow was twitching violently. He made a conclusion – the eyebrow twitching was a gene passed down via his maternal strand. Shoving that thought to the back of his mind, he cleared his throat. "Again I ask you, what the Hell is that?"
Yuri smiled weakly, waving the strange, frilly things in the air. Wolfram twitched. "They're pom-poms, Wolf. Haven't you seen them before?"
"That's not what I was referring to, Mr. 'I'm-the-Demon-King! Cats-go-Meow!'" Wolfram sneered. It was horrifying. Whatever this thing was, he would make sure to dispose of them throughout the land.
"Hey! Cats do go meow! At least…they did…" Yuri drifted with a furrowed brow. His attention perked up again, remembering his conversation. He twirled around with a smile. "Doesn't it look good, though?"
Wolfram blush- er… he had a fever for a split moment. "That's not the point! The matter is that thing looks girly! Demon Kings should not be trouncing around in things like that!"
Yuri frowned. "Really? But I thought that maybe it would be alright. I mean, you guys have all these weird customs over here, anyways…"
"They are not weird!" Wolfram protested. He looked up and down Yuri again. This was just bizarre. Yuri on regular occasions would most likely have not been caught dead in this sort of thing. It was brightly colored with yellow stripes and blue adornments – complimented the red. The base of the colors was black – the sign of a king, at least. What horrified Wolfram was the bottom of the…thing.
"So what do you call these things again?" Wolfram inquired unwillingly with a flinch.
Yuri sighed, defeated. "Look, just put it on, Wolf. It won't kill you. Besides, it might actually look cute on you!"
Wolfram blushed that time. He snatched the, 'pom-poms,' out of Yuri's hands waving them around. He paused for a moment. "And I just wear that thing as I wave these things around?"
Yuri smiled. "You got it!"
Wolfram nodded. After Yuri took the suit off and handed it to Wolfram, the prince excused himself to change. With an airily sigh, Yuri went to the other changing room.
Upon his return, he reunited with Wolfram and walked into the parlor where the other, 'not-look-alike brothers,' Gunter, and Cecile were. They gasped (Gwendal twitched) – at Wolfram's outfit. It wasn't that it was strange or anything, just astounding that Wolfram was actually going to be seen publicly in such a thing.
"We're here and ready!" Yuri cheered.
Gunter smiled weakly. "U-Uh… May I ask what Lord Wolfram is doing in that?"
Cecile shook her head with a smile. She and Gunter were already in outfits identical to Wolfram's. "That, Gunter, is my baby in a cheerleading outfit."
Afterthoughts: If you hadn't guessed, Conrad and Gwendal were in the baseball outfits identical to Yuri's. It was just a random idea that I had to write. (evil laugh) Please review!
