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Here is the second chapter. Its follows the canon storyline enough, but then, I'll start taking another turn for this fic. You will notice maybe Yuuri is a bit more "serious" in it, but I think the context gives him good excuses.

Yuuri's pov.

Very early in the morning, I had to do some training with Conrad to be sure not to lose against Wolfram. I wasn't reassured at all, you've already bet on it, haven't you: I learned Wolfram had won a battle against three thieves two years ago . Which made him around 13 at that time (1)? It just ended up impressing me about how skilled he must be. This guy had all the qualities to make him popular in one of those salons held by the upper class society. But, I had to acknowledge that against him, he lacked good manners...when it comes to me and Conrad, his half-brother.

Just because Conrad had human blood it was enough for Wolfram to resent him. For that, I started to resent Wolfram, too. You don't hate someone just because they belong to another ethnicity. His attitude was worth my scorn. What's more, I wanted to win against him to erase this insolent, disdainful smirk off his face. I don't mind people having some contempt against me but he was that kind of persons you want to teach respect. And he insulted my mother...Seriously, however much beautiful he's...it doesn't make him privileged.

Something odd was stirring within me...A thirst for justice.

" Your majesty...It's time to take your breakfast!" I heard Conrad say. We had practised a bit of sword fighting and now, I was doing some gym to be more flexible.

" Okay! I'm getting hungry anyway!" when I saw the maid coming over us with a tray filled with good things to eat, my anger was washed away and I joyfully trotting towards the table she'd just set everything down on. Yum! Food in Shin Makoku doesn't look that strange, and it was as refined as the one I had on Earth.

My purpose today was to defeat Wolfram and I ate as much as I can to fill myself with enough strength to do so. Conrad was smiling at me, with a calm...affectionate way, as if he had always known me. I don't know what to think of it really, but in any way I didn't feel upset or worried about it.

It's as if his presence was already familiar to me and I accepted this feeling. I sort of felt special. However, my curiosity was arousing as he gave me a necklace with a blue pendant hanging to it.

"...what is it?"' I said watching with a growing surprise the soft light swimming inside the small pendant. I held the jewel between my fingers and got it closer to my face.

" It...it belonged to a dear friend of mine," Conrad answered with some hesitation. Did I dream or did I really see a glint of sadness in his hazel eyes? He masked it quickly. " It'll bring you luck. Believe me."

"...All right." I smiled. " It's really beautiful, Conrad...Wait, do you give me it? I mean...If it's from a friend of yours, I..."

He couldn't help but chuckle; I wonder then if he was that kind of persons who can cry then burst into laughter the next second.

" No, really, your Majesty, it has belonged to you since your birthday. I have been waiting for the right moment to give it back to you ."

" Back?"

" Never mind," Conrad answered, smiling warmly as he knew how to. My light panic must have gone not unnoticed. " I'll explain everything, don't worry and at any rate..." he said, turning around slightly. The day had come. Wolfram, Gwendal and Gunter had finally got up, too and were rejoining us in the court.

Well, they were walking straight towards us. The hostility was still in the two full mazoku blooded brothers' eyes. I was feeling right now I had a long way to go before they accepted me among them- I was still a bit confused about everything happening and my exact status in this world, though- but,their way to look at me just made me resolute about my decision.

I'd do the best I could... I didn't want to fight against Wolfram von Bielefeld. He just made everything difficult for us, for me in particular, unfortunately.

" Have you slept well, caricature of a mazoku?" he asked out loud, stopping in his track, just before Gunter and Gwendal. His question had been totally scornful and even puerile, I dare say, but it had also been tainted with an extreme coldness. Ugh, you truly despised me that much, beautiful Wolfram? He had an angelic perfect face but when he opened his mouth to speak, you could only shiver at his insanities.

" Yes," I felt my jaws tightening. What more could I say? I didn't want that fight.

" Good. That'll be your last good night. Your next ones will be filled with nightmares as you will remember the day you were kicked ass by Wolfram von Bielefeld."

My mood darkened right away.

" Yoohoo, your Majesty, I hope you will handle everything well!I'm eager to see your first performance as a mazoku fighter!" said this charming blond woman approaching us. Celi! I hadn't even seen her coming our way. A bald soldier was carrying a wide chair, and set it down for her. "Courage, your majesty."

Oh my, I needed it. Badly. Wolfram's hands, despite his general frail look, seemed quite strong and steady. But he wouldn't win. Not with what I'm going to propose as a fight.

" When do we start, mongrel?"

" Please, Wolfram, restrain your language!" Gunter intervened, his cheeks red with some anger. "Whether your accept it or not, he's our king and you ought to respect him!"

" It's okay, Gunter," I said, smiling somehow awkwardly at him. Then I turned to look Wolfram straight in the eye " and my name is Yuuri." His insults didn't really affect me. But...I could start with that to be respected.

" Mh, whatever your name is, tell us what you have prepared! Unlike you who will have a day off with all the injuries you'll get, I have my work cut out. So hurry up," he added ruthlessly.

" Okay. Look at your feet."

Raising an eyebrow, he did so all the same. And noticed the white circle he was in, for the first time. I saw the surprise on his face and I enjoyed it.

" I drew it this morning. It is a circle for sumo fights. Let's begin."

And without saying more, I took off my shirt with pride. Sumo. I decided I would defeat him with that.

The pale cheeks of Wolfram went red, though, and his eyes grew wider. I hadn't expected that. Oh, well...He pointed his finger at me and acted as if he was seeing something indecent:

" What's...this?? what did you take your shirt off!!"

" It's sumo! In this noble and martial art, men only wear mawashi belts ! Hands and inward strength are all they need! The first one who is pushed outside the circle loses! Take your shirt off now!"

He stepped back, flabbergasted.

" No way! I won't! What did you think I was?"

Mh.

" Okay," I sighed. " You can let it on." I bet we're not all equal as far as propriety was concerned.

We both placed ourselves in front of one another, staring at each other firmly and hostilely and I could see Wolfram's feline grace as he knelt, ready to destroy me. I had said he looked like an angry lion baby. I couldn't say something else today because Wolfram had still the determination to suppress me, or less dramatically, jerk me of the throne.

" I will count until three," Conrad started, he was the closest to us. " Then, you will start."

My fist tightened while I kept my eyes on Wolfram's. Fire was dancing in his green gaze.

" One...Two...Three!"

Push!

Wolfram found himself outside the circle, his rear on the floor, large eyes staring at me in surprise. I bet his brain was working like a mad one to figure out what had just happened. As for me, I could only cheer up at my success.

" HA!" I raised up my fist in victory. " I won!"

" His majesty won!!" Gunter repeated under a shock mixed with wonder. " He won! Wolfram you have to acknowledge him as our king, now!"

" It's over, already?" Celi asked taken aback, her dainty hands clapped together. " Aw...I thought it'd last longer...But at least, we know King Yuuri is very capable. Congratulations on your success, your Majesty!What do you think, Wolfram, Gwendal?"

I couldn't wait but see more of what was expecting me.

" I hope everything's all right now?" I said, looking at Wolfram who was gathering his disembodied spirit " I won...So..." even if he didn't like me at all, he could now at least respect me, right...?

No, it wasn't right. Under my stunned eyes, Wolfram slowly raised to his feet, a dark aura floating around him like an evil spirit. Oh...It didn't feel good at all. And my fears were confirmed:

" It's not over yet," he hissed, looking at me again, his eyes glazing wrathfully. " I can't accept such a horrible, childish, easy victory!" What? Wait, was he not the one to think he'd win against me easily? " You want to be the king of this country? Fight with its weapon, wimp!"

And he unsheathed his sword. And I couldn't be more afraid.

" What? Wait-wait, what are you doing? I-I won!"

" Your majesty!" Conrad shouted at me and I saw him throwing my sword to me. I caught it and winced at it weight. " Watch out!"

Wolfram ran in my direction, his own sword raised high in the air " Die, impostor!" Despite the terrible fear that overcame me, I swung up my weapon and thwarted his blow. His strength was immense. I felt shudders running down my spine again. Did you hate me so much, Wolfram von Bielefeld?

We exchanged several blows, our swords clicking unceasingly for a few seconds before we tried to knock each one over.

" I can't wait to see you beg me for mercy when I make a fool of you!" he let out.

He started to really, really upset me, that little insolent lion! I replied as an answer, panting:

" I'm sorry to disappoint you but it seems you still haven't succeeded in doing so!"

He frowned deeper, and his hands loosened around the handle. I therefore pushed him away from me again and showed him how to hold his sword:

" You aren't very firm when you're holding it!" Years of baseball practice made me a very good, motivated player! " Hold it like this!"

" Don't joke with me! Stop this nonsense!" Wolfram said angrily and then he raised his hand, palm facing the sky. A weird thing appeared above it. Wait...Was it fire?!! I couldn't answer and Wolfram took advantage of it to say to me:

" Now that you have gone across the limits of my patience, I think you're deserving the last punishment," he smirked slightly, his perspiration covering his forehead. " What about a dance with fire, my wimp? Just a taste of justice! "

" What...WHOOOA" I vaguely heard Gunter shouting at Wolfram to cease his ill treatment towards me, but the raging fire was hurling at me with a frightening roar.

Before it could wrap me under its mortal envelop, I hastily bent down, my arms around my head, but couldn't avoid it to graze my skin a little. Next, a woman screamed and I turned around promptly, my blood freezing at her yell. The others had gasped, too.

The ball had reached her while she was apparently walking in an open hall way, carrying clean laundry with her. The fire ball had been extinguished with something, but my brain could only remember the second she passed out, pale as death, fright written all over her face.

An innocent woman had been hurt because he was too idiot to stop himself.

I couldn't be angrier. " Is it what you called justice...?" I turned around slowly to face him. I felt myself dizzy, even with a shaking ire, but something powerful and irrepressible woke up coming from my deepest being. Resisting was useless. How could he have acted so carelessly and unfairly? How could he have let his hatred take over his reason? This selfish behaviour was out of my understanding and I felt eager to give him back his justice.

" I didn't w-want to harm her..." Wolfram stuttered, stepping back, his face paling at something which was obviously menacing him. His words were the last things I heard.

" ...And this was the way the fight ended. You are with no doubt the king." Gunter's words had something magical ringing in my ears like mysterious bells. Did I really...change myself into the Maou? A being with longer hair and amazing powers? Was I...him?

I could ponder over this for hours, trying to gather the pieces together. I didn't believe in this kind of things not long ago. I refused to believe I had such magic between my hands. I was nothing less but Shibuya Yuuri, an average, normal Japanese teen who liked baseball. Watching my life taking another turn was troubling, even disturbing. I don't know if I really appreciated this idea.

Conrad's blue pendant seemed to respond to my internal turmoil and something warm soothed my fear. I took in a deep breath. Everything will be fine, seemed to hum an inward voice. Was it you, the Maou? Eeegh! Don't scare me like that! Or...maybe...This voice had rather a feminine edge...

" W-what about the girl?" I asked. " Is she fine?"

" Don't worry. Gwendal saved her in time. He created an invisible barrier that destroyed the fire just before it could affect her. She's alive and she also thanks you."

" Ahahah, g-great. Though, Gwendal is the heroic one, here! Hehe..."

" Ah, someone wanted to watch over you while you were resting, your majesty..."

And Gunter retrieved himself out of my view to let me see who was standing near the window. A beautiful golden-haired boy with deep green eyes that reminded of pure emeralds, his body lean and well shaped, a blue outfit covering him, soldier of the country, son of the ex-queen, and a deep-rooted taste for despising and criticizing me. Arms crossed over his chest, a frown marring his face, back straight, his attitude was extremely proud.

Wolfram von Bielefeld who wanted to suppress me because I'm human and not good enough for him.

My eyes hardened. His as well. He pointed his nose in the air haughtily as he looked away.

" Hmph."

What, again? Have a hard time accepting your defeat, Wolf?

Gunter couldn't help but smile at both of us, and leaned forward to whisper:

" He may not like you...or even try to...but as a loyal soldier of the kingdom, he'll try his best to serve you and help you now that he knows you're the king."

After how Wolfram treated and called me, it was difficult to believe Gunter's words...but I guess everyone deserves the " there's more than meets the eyes" thing. I think I'm ready to see the best in him, if he let me, though.

TBC

(1) Yuuri, here, isn't aware of how Mazoku age yet.