Summary: Being a Maou isn't easy especially when Yuuri has a problem with staring (stalking?) at a certain someone. [Gwendal/Yuuri
Disclaimers: Me own nothing, me poor.
Author's note: Hm, I'll cut my yapping short, sorry it took so long, but here it is!
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I leaned my back to the door and slumped to the ground. Great, I got kicked out of my own room. My face was still flustered, I'm going to kill Gwendal as soon as I see him! Then I thought back to my encounter with Wolfram, it went well, sort of. I stared up at the ceiling and sighed. "So… What now?" I said out to the darkness of the night.
Chapter 4:
What to do what to do--- I stayed slumped by the door for god knows how long. Wolfram even stopped his tantrums already. I wondered why I just sat there. Maybe it's because it was my own room that I was kicked out of and now I have no where else to go??? I looked around me for the first time. The hall was dimly lit, with soft lights screening the halls by... Wait… what was it lit by!? I've never seen a single trace of a lamp or anything anywhere! No lamps, no nothing, not even a prehistoric candle stick. Where the heck did the light come from!? This castle is weird… We can probably just say that it's magic. Magic explains for everything here.
A chilly breeze blew by and I shivered, the cold of the night was actually getting to me. I looked around once more. The light started to flicker from the breeze… The hell? Okay, this is creeping me out. The ghost stories my mother dearest implanted into me when I was little came creeping back into my mind. They were silly stories, but it did enough damage to my younger self. I need to get out of here. The jackpot question is where would I go to?
Here I am, tired and scared of the dark… So I need some place to bunk for the night. Obviously I can't go back to my room unless I wanna get murdered. I definitely can't impose on any of the female residences of the castle, that would just be improper. And it's too late in the night to bother my sweet little daughter. Gunter is definitely out of the question. Even if I wanted to, I don't know where his room is at. In fact, I don't know where most of the people's rooms are. It's not like I need to know where they are anyways. And it would be weird to knock on people's doors this time of the night just to check who's in it. My thoughts trailed to Gwendal. Darn, I didn't stalk him enough to remember where his room is. Maybe he's still in his office… No, it'll be too much for me to handle. To sleep in the same room as Gwendal, I won't get a single moment of rest. My damn perverted mind will just end up with so many dirty thoughts that I'd die in my own puddle of nosebleed.
The only person I know of is Conrad. As my personal loyal bodyguard, his room is station right next to mine. Short trip, great buddy, heading there right now! I knocked at his door enthusiastically. No reply… So I knocked some more! Loudly, that is. I'm a rather ruder person, aren't I? But still no reply… I tried to turn the door knob, and it opened! I took a peek inside and it seems like he's not in his room. I looked back out to the creepy hallway…. Err, hope he doesn't mind me barging in… I'm definitely a rude person, but I needed a safe haven.
I browsed around curiously, the room was a typically nice and tidy. A bed, a desk, a closet, and a small bathroom on aside. Very straight forward, a 'what you would expect out of Conrad' kind of room. Nothing out of the ordinary… until I turn to a corner of his room seeing a huge epitome for the great sport that is baseball. Wow, I never knew he was THAT big of a fan, it's quite a collection he has here. I see every collectable a baseball fan could ever want. Whoa, he even has several autographed gloves, and jerseys too! Uggg, the extent of my collection is only up to trading cards… Conrad and I really need to share this hobby of ours.
Hmmm…. Now that I think about it, where could this room's occupant be at this hour of the night anyways? He was at dinner earlier, maybe he got called into work. Meh, too tired to think, my eyes are drooping like it needs toothpicks to stick it open. Conrad's bed suddenly looks oh so very welcoming, and who knows what godforsaken hours he'll get back at. Oh heck, I'm king! I get to steal beds from my loyal subjects whenever I want! (Except from Wolfram…) Conrad will just have to sleep on the floor tonight when he gets back! It's his own fault for not having 2 beds for drastic times such as this! So without further ado, I slumped onto his bed for my slumber without a care in the world. (Wee! He has a water bed!)
It was morning before I realize it, I slept like a dead pig, probably snored too. I can already feel the sun creping into the room, and I even hear those damn annoying birds that chirp me awake every frigging morning (And they have succeeded yet again. I should do something about those birds.) I snuggled closer to the pillow I was hugging, trying to tune the sun and the birds out. It wasn't very comfy like my stuffed bunny back at home (his name was Mr. Mango), in fact, it was kindda stiff, and it occasionally tries to get away from me. Whoa what? I snapped my eyes opened, and found my pillow to be someone's leg. My first reaction was of course to pounce up, fall off the bed, and do a girly scream. "AHHH!!!" That was when I realize that that someone was in fact this bed's original owner, Conrad.
Upon hearing my scream, he instantly leaped up and held his trusty sword threatening out to the air. "Wha...Who? What's wrong?" Conrad scanned the room clumsily, he can look pretty funny when tries to be threatening. Where did that sword pop out of anyways. he's like James Bond, who sleeps with his gun, cept, with a sword instead.
"Conrad….?" I squeaked up at him. "Yuuri..?" He looks at me dazed and confused. Then seem to have slumped down as if lowering his defenses. Then he gave me his trademark guardian concern look and asked, "Are you alright, your highness?" I crawled back onto the bed sheepishly and replied. "Ahaha, I'm alright, I uh… was surprised. Sorry for the rude awakening." He smiled at that. Conrad was still in his usual uniform, he must have just came back to the room recently, and saw me occupying his bed, so he just sat beside me this entire time trying to get some sleep himself. It even looks like he had eye bags due to the lack of sleep. The guilt struck me like thunder, I feel like I'm the rudest, most meanest person at the moment. And when I feel like that, I just had to explain myself to sortta justify it. "When did you get back? Wolfram had another fit and kicked me out of my room, the hallway was pretty scary at night, and I had no where else to go, so I thought I might sleepover for the night. But you weren't in the room when I knocked and the door wasn't locked and it was really late and there was only 1 bed and I was tired, so…I'm sooooo sorry!" I said that all in one breathe.
Conrad, as his usual self, just chuckled heartily at that. "It's alright Yuuri, no need for apologies." I sometimes wonder how Conrad can always be so calm and happy about things. "Hehe, stop being so nice, you're spoiling me too much!" I got off his bed and stretched. "Okay, um, I'm gunna head back to…" I shuddered at the thought of the terror that awaits me. "Actually, can I borrow your bathroom?" I turned to him with my best puppy face. Then quickly scooted into his bathroom as soon as I see him nod.
After I was done, I walked back into the room seeing Conrad dressing up, he then pointed at a new set of clothes for me lying on his bed. I swear, they need to raise Conrad's salary, he's like my guard AND my nanny.
As I was changing, he casually asked, "So, what did you do this time?"
"Huh?" I was confused by his question. Then it struck me, "Oh, you mean Wolfram?" Luckily my back was facing him or he would have seen my shifty nervous eyes. I couldn't possibly tell him what we were arguing about, could I? "No… Nothing! He's just being a brat!" I sound bratty myself!
"I see, so it's another lover's spat?" He said merrily. I hate it sometimes when he does that. "No way! It's not like that!" I squeaked. I couldn't tell if he was joking or not. Or maybe he thinks I'm in denial or something. Maybe I should tell him about Gwendal. But the truth is, I'm kind of scared. Because to me, in this world, Conrad is like an older brother slash guardian. And what person wouldn't be scared or nervous about telling their guardian that they're dating? Let alone, their brother? So I can't exactly go up to him and say 'hey, guess what, I'm dating your brother!'. Maybe I should keep quiet for now…
"You shouldn't be too harsh on Wolfram, he is your fiancée after all." Whaaaaa… I thought he knew that I didn't like Wolfram like that! I really hope he's joking. "You 2 will be spending the rest of your lives together, so it's best that you treat each other well." I turned around and saw him giving me a serious look. Oh crap… Tell him something, anything!
"Conrad… You see, um, I cleared things up with Wolfram, so we're not engaged anymore. That's why he kicked me out." My bravery died down and my eyes suddenly found the floor especially interesting right now.
Building my bravery back up again, I looked up to him with a peek. And the burden in my heart lifted when I didn't see any anger from him. He actually looked pretty serene, as if he knew this was coming. He lowered his gaze, his expression suddenly changed. And gave me that disappointed look I feared so much. "Is this the reason you broke up with him?" Huh? What? He then slowly pointed at my neck. My brain churned, my face started to flush crimson with a click in my mind. OHHHH MYYY……………..God Damn you Gwendal!! Your hickey will be the death of me!!!
"NOOO!!! I mean yes.. I mean… Ugg…." I yelled at him frantically with my hand trying to cover the mark. He must think I'm a whore or something. "It's not like that! We didn't do anything perverted and he was just being a perverted jerk!" That was very contradicting.
He lifted an eye curiously. "So it's a he, huh?" Oh crap. "And I assume this person resides in this castle too?" My sweaty face tells it all. Then his face broke into a grin, I don't like that grin. "Could this perverted person possibly be…your dear friend Murata?" The "NO!" came out of my mouth before my brain could even process it.
"Maybe Gunter then? You two seem to have spent a lot of time… studying." My mouth dropped in horror at the thought. If he was joking, then it's not funny anymore! His grin grew even wider as I screamed another no to him.
"How about Gwendal? He does have a not so secret hobby for collecting cute things, and you are definitely under that category." I had to blush at that, both for him indirectly calling me cute, and for him getting it right. My common sense tells me to deny it like before, but what's the point? Now is probably the perfect time to drop the bomb before it gets any further. So with a quiet voice and a silly little blush, I whispered, "Um… About that… You got it right."
It felt like forever as I waited for his reply with hopeful eyes. Did I literally drop the bomb on him? And was that a twitch I just saw?
[Chapter 4 END
Ending note: Sorry it took so long, my muse just left me cause I don't have a plot for this story… Maybe a plot is needed Xx But for now, it'll just be very random… I guess romantic comedies doesn't need plot! And it's getting shorter too! Eep! I'll make the next chapter longer!
