Title: Prince (ess?) Yuri and the Pea
Genre: comedy/Romance
Pairing: Wolfyuu and hinted Gwendel /Anissina.
Disclaimer: Don't own KKM and don't own the fairytale.
A/N: I got a new laptop, yay! Now I don't have to wonder whether or not my laptop will work when I turn it on. Plus, sorry I wasn't able to reply to the reviews. ^^;; So here are my replies:
REVIEW REPLIES
UniversalOverlordess: Glad you loved it and I agree. Heels are painful.
xMiku01: Thanks for the review and I will finish. ^^
AshleyTangerine: I will update Animal in You soon but I pretty much have to rewrite the chapter (long story).
45: No, Celi isn't aware that Yuri is in fact a boy. The whole conversation he had with Murata was pretty vague about his gender. She'll find out the truth soon enough though. ^^
Meche: I'm glad you enjoy my humor! Thank you for reading and for the review!
Miyuki Meiru: I don't think we ever get used to heels XD. Thanks for the review and reading!
Anon: I hope Wolf's and Yuri's reunion is worth the wait. ^^
Narubleone: I'm glad you're enjoying it! Thank you for reading!
Aerie-art: I'm glad you find it interesting and you don't think it is choppy. Thanks for reading!
Naruxsasumi: I know. I'm a slow mover when it comes to updating…^^;; But here is the next chapter and I hope that it is worth the wait; thanks for reading!
i-got-m2m: I love Wolfyuu too! I could be misspelling "Gwendel" but there are so many different ways to spell the character's names. I've seen "Yuri" spelled with one "u" and also with two "u"'s (would that make it a w? Get it double u, w? Ah, that was a bad pun, sorry.)
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As Wolfram continued to stare, Yuri's face steadily turned redder under the intensity of the blonde prince's gaze. Yuri felt frozen in a strange mixture of embarrassment and his fear at the thought of being discovered as cross-dresser. And, while all these nervous feelings tied Yuri's stomach into knots, Wolfram, with his piercing green eyes, just continued to stare him down.
Oh, how he wished that the floor would open up and swallow him whole and put an end to his misery.
A giggle from Queen Celi snapped Yuri out of daze.
"Oh Princess Yuri," The vivacious women laughed. "You're never going to entrance my Wolfy by standing next to me and your servant." The prince was going to announce to her that he had no desire to 'entrance' her son. Before he could utter a syllable, Queen Celi grabbed Yuri by the arm and dragged him towards her son.
"Wait!" Yuri began to plead as he tried to escape the blonde queen's clutches. "You don't understand! You see I'm actually—"
"Really shy, I know!" the Queen cheerfully waved her free hand. "Remember, I overheard you talking with your servant. You're a tomboy aren't you? That's why you didn't want my Wolfram to see you in a dress, right?" Queen Celi questioned. Yuri opened his mouth the protest only to be silenced by a particularly sharp tug on his arm.
"Oh Wolfram!' Queen Celi sang as she simultaneously dragged a reluctant Yuri to meet her son and gently pushed other eager princesses out of the way. Wolfram stayed completely composed and still, watching his mother drag Yuri up to him until he and Yuri until they were standing face to face.
With a smile plastered on her face and Yuri staring down at the ground in embarrassment, preparing to curtsey like a proper princess would. Queen Celi announced: "Wolfram , this is Princess— "
"Yuri." Wolfram finished. Yuri was already in the middle of his curtsey but noticeably flinched as the prince said his name.
'Crap. He recognizes me and he's going to tell everybody here and have fun humiliating me!' Yuri thought. He knew he sounded paranoid but from what he could gather form his previous encounter with the prince was that Wolfram would enjoy humiliating him, pointing out to the world his stupidity and flaws.
However, much to Yuri's surprise, when he came back up from his curtsey Prince Wolfram was at the same time coming up from a bow with a smile plastered on his face.
"You two know one another?" Queen Celi blinked in confusion as Yuri nervously rubbed his temples.
"Princess Yuri," Wolfram began, ignoring his mother's question. "Would you care for a dance?" The prince questioned as his green eyes twinkled in a way that made the drag princess uneasy.
The loud, deafening, ballroom got unbearably silent in a matter of moments. As if that one phrase was actually a magical incantation making the room as silent as a cemetery and just as eerie. The only noise that was made was a squeal of delight from Queen Celi— happy that her son finally asked someone to dance— and Murata enthusiastically clapping by the buffet.
Yuri was completely caught off guard. Of all the questions he expected Wolfram was going to ask, or demand, a dance was one of them. Therefore, instead of answering, Yuri blinked in confusion and muttered an unintelligible, "eh?" before Wolfram lost his patience and pulled confused boy out to the dance floor.
"Tch, Yuri are you just going to stand around staring like an idiot or are you going to at least try to answer people when they talk to you?" Wolfram vented, grasping tighter onto Yuri's wrist.
"People talking to me?" Yuri repeated slightly insulted that Wolfram could not see that he didn't want to be there and that he was embarrassed. Wolfram rolled his eyes as he placed an arm around Yuri's waist and held Yuri's hand in his free hand, preparing for when the orchestra would start up the music for a waltz. "Aren't you the least bit curious as to why I am dressed like this?" Yuri demanded. Instead of answering Wolfram merely rolled his eyes and began to pull Yuri into the beginning steps of a waltz as the orchestra began.
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"Oh Günter," Queen Celi smiled as she gazed out at her son twirling about the dance floor with Princess Yuri. "Isn't it wonderful that my Wolfy finally found someone?"
Günter didn't answer. The royal adviser was completely spell bound by the beautiful angel the Royal Brat Prince was currently holding on the dance floor. She was graceful, beautiful, and even though he didn't know her name Günter was sure that he and that princess were destined to meet.
That is, of course, if Wolfram didn't steal her from him first.
Günter shook his head, looked over at his queen, and asked with some trepidation; "do you think that Prince Wolfram thinks that she is 'The One'?"
"It would be wonderful if my son decided to marry Princess Yuri." The queen dreamily sighed. Günter, on the other hand, flinched at the mere thought of his Princess being whisked away by the spoiled prince. "Have you thought of a suitable test for her to take to prove that she is a real princess yet, Günter?"
Günter visibly brightened at the queen's question. He nearly forgot that if the princess in question did not pass the test he devised then Prince Wolfram would not be allowed to marry said princess. Queen Celi wouldn't allow it.
"Yes your majesty. I have thought of a test for the princess to take." Günter answered, slightly bowing his head. If Prince Wolfram decided to marry a princess other than Princess Yuri he would make the test simple. If Wolfram did decide on Princess Yuri, however, Günter vowed to make the test impossible to pass. Barring the spoiled prince from ever marrying Princess Yuri.
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"So, you're a princess." Wolfram stated matter-of-factly after Yuri finished explaining the whole situation.
"Urg! It's as if you weren't paying attention at all!" Yuri complained as he clumsily tried to keep up with Wolfram's dance steps. "I am a boy! I can't be a princess!"
"Why not?" Wolfram questioned before twirling Yuri and almost making him fall flat on his face. Once they were face to face again Wolfram continued before Yuri had the chance to argue. "Princess Anissina says that a woman can do anything a man can do; so I don't see why a boy can't have a girl's title."
Yuri wasn't even sure how to argue with that statement.
"Besides," Wolfram leaned in closer. " You're far cuter than any of the 'girl' princesses here."
"What do you mean cuter? " Yuri demanded taking a step back. "I am sure you can find a girl with a cuter face than mine!"
Wolfram rolled his eyes and huffed; "I'm not saying just your physical appearance is cute but your actions are cute too." Wolfram then grinned mischievously. " As a prince you're wimpy. You can't ride a horse properly and by holding your hand in mine I can tell, by the lack of calluses, that you haven't really used a sword or a bow much in your life. As a princess, however, you're perfect. You're cute, polite, —"
It was at that point Yuri had heard enough and, as they made a turn, he raised his leg and slammed it down in hopes that he would crush Wolfram's foot with his pointy heel. Sadly Yuri underestimated Wolfram's reflexes. Before Yuri slammed his foot down the blonde had already moved his foot causing Yuri to painfully slam his foot onto the marble floor, issuing a hiss of pain from him.
"See!" Wolfram chuckled as Yuri grumbled under his breath. "No other princess would ever dare to try to verbally or physically disagree with me but you do."
"Then that is a princely trait. It shows I'm not wimpy." Yuri sniffed.
Wolfram shook his head and disagreed. "As a princess it's cute. As a prince it's stupid." Yuri rolled his eyes in annoyance. Wolfram was about to continue with their conversation but it was at that moment that the orchestra finished their waltz and a swarm of princesses dashed onto the dance floor, shoving Yuri out of the way, and begged for a dance from the blonde prince. After a particularly hard shove, Yuri's legs got tangled up in his green gown and he began to fall. Yuri braced for impact but was pleasantly surprised when he was caught from behind.
"Close, huh, Shibuya?" Murata smiled as he helped his friend stand and get his balance back. "So how was your waltz?"
"At first it was just uncomfortable and then it just got awkward." Yuri huffed, his cheeks were pink in frustration by Wolfram saying he made a better princess than a prince and if he didn't know any better he thought that Prince Wolfram was going to propose to him rather than a real princess during their dance. With that thought Yuri grabbed fistfuls of his silky, lace, gown and glanced over his shoulder. "Let's go home, Murata.
Murata sighed. He knew this whole ball thing probably wouldn't work out the way Queen Jennifer would have liked it but it was worth a shot. Murata sighed once again; "we should at least say farewell to Queen Celi." Yuri nodded in agreement and turned to search for the bubbly queen but stooped when Murata snapped his fingers. "Maybe we should grab something to eat at the refreshment table before we go too. The roast beef is fantastic." Murata salivated.
"I'm not hungry." Yuri answered but his stomach soon betrayed him by choosing that moment to rumble. Murata crossed his arms and smirked in superiority. Yuri rubbed the back of his head bashfully. "I suppose I could grab a quick bite before saying goodbye to Queen Celi."
Yuri's mouth began to water as they got closer to the buffet table. The air was heavy with the scent of meats, spices, potatoes, rich desserts, and wine. With all the excitement Yuri didn't realize how hungry he truly was until that moment and he wasn't quite sure what he should eat first. Yuri was so hungry that he almost didn't overhear a group of princess gossiping in the corner.
Yuri picked up some silver tongs and was about to grab a piece of turkey before he heard a princess somewhere to his right sneer. "Did you see how that tramp in the green gown just hogged Prince Wolfram's attention?"
'Green gown?' Yuri thought. He cast a quick glance around him before realizing that he was the only one wearing a green gown. His face turned pink in embarrassment and annoyance. Where was this girl talking about him and why would she say something like that?
Before Yuri could further contemplate he heard another princess shrilly reply, "You're right and she never even let Prince Wolfram stop to change partners! It was as if she had a strangle hold on him to prevent him from leaving her!" Yuri dropped his tongs, slammed his plate onto the table in disgust. He whipped his head around trying to find the girls who were talking so cruelly about him. He saw a group of girls sitting at a table, not paying attention to their surroundings, glaring at one another.
A brunette at the table, wearing a pink gown, angrily stirred sugar into her tea; "Oh and that conniving little bitch cozied up to Queen Celi mighty quick, didn't she?" The other girls at the table sneered in agreement. It was at that moment Yuri gritted his teeth and marched towards the table ready to give the gossipers a piece of his mind.
"Excuse me." He interrupted much to the shock of the girls. "But I did not 'cozy up' to anybody. As a matter of fact I was going to leave but Queen Celi dragged me into the ballroom."
A blonde dressed in a violet, strapless, gown looked over Yuri disapprovingly and the prince twitched uncomfortably under her gaze. She then replied haughtily, "leave? Yeah right. With your boyish figure and drabby short hair, the only way you could catch a husband is at a ball." Yuri felt insulted until he reminded himself that he was a boy and should have a boyish figure and that he didn't want to catch a husband in the first place! As Yuri reminded himself of this fact the princess in purple continued her rant. "Anyways you're just fooling yourself if you think Prince Wolfram is going to marry you when he already asked me to be his fiancé."
"Really? Congratulations!" Yuri sincerely replied happy for the girl and relieved at the fact that Wolfram was going to leave him alone about all that 'cute' stuff.
The princess was taken aback by the sincerity in Yuri's words that she momentarily sat at the table and blinked back in shock. She quickly recovered and replied, "I mean I'm Princess Elizabeth and I've never heard of you before."
"My name is Yuri and I've never heard of you either." The prince casually retorted instantly causing the other princesses at the table to chuckle, point at Princess Elizabeth, and whisper to one another.
"How dare you talk back to me like that?" Princess Elizabeth exclaimed. Then in a mixture of embarrassment and rage she lifted her wine glass and threw its contents into Yuri's face.
Yuri wasn't able to fully register what happened since some of the wine got into his eyes making them burn. Yuri skewed his eyes shut and tried to wipe the wine away. He then felt a pair of protective arms wrap around him. At first Yuri didn't struggle because he believed it was his servant, Murata, that came to his aid. That was until he felt a rumble in his protector's chest, the arms around him tighten, and Wolfram simultaneously yell from the same body.
"Elizabeth! What did you do?" The blonde harshly demanded.
"S-she started it!" Princess Elizabeth stuttered and although Yuri wasn't able to see her he was able to tell that the princess was scared. "She didn't believe me when I said you already asked me to be your fiancé!" She cried while the crowd of spectators that already formed gasped in surprise at the revelation.
"When did I propose to you?" Wolfram commanded making Elizabeth shrink back a little at the anger in his tone.
Princess Elizabeth quickly regained her courage and sighed in exasperation; "when we were kids—"
"You mean when you forced me to play house with you? You thought I proposed to you then?" Wolfram interrupted. Elizabeth flushed head to toe in embarrassment. Wolf glared at her and growled; "I think you should leave."
Elizabeth gaped at him. Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to understand Wolfram just said to her. Elizabeth then glared venomously at Yuri who blinked back at her in confusion. With a snort, Elizabeth marched out of the ballroom, silently vowing to show to the kingdom that Princess Yuri wasn't the princess that Prince Wolfram was destined to marry.
Wolfram scowled at Elizabeth's retreating form and once she left the ballroom he looked down at Yuri and asked: "are you okay?" Yuri nodded as he tried to struggle free for Wolfram's embrace. Wolfram caught the hint, rolled his eyes, and let Yuri go.
"Oh that was marvelous the way you stood up for Princess Yuri, Wolfy." Queen Celi clapped from behind them. Both Wolfram and Yuri blushed. The crowd that gathered around them slowly began to disperse with Princess Elizabeth's departure and both Murata and Günter, who was carrying a fluffy towel, tried to push their way through. Queen Celi smiled weakly as she looked over Yuri's damp dress and hair; "Well at least she threw white wine instead of red." Yuri laughed weakly.
"Princess Yuri!" Günter called out ripping him away from Wolfram. "I can't believe Princess Elizabeth's behavior. Are you alright?" He cooed as he draped the towel over Yuri's shoulders.
"I'm fine—AH!" Yuri yelped when Wolfram unexpectedly pulled him closer to him and Queen Celi smiled knowingly at her son's reaction.
"So Prince Wolfram," Murata smiled mischievously as he watched Wolfram possessively hold onto a confused, wide-eyed, Yuri. "Have you decided on which of these lovely princesses you're going to marry?"
Günter visibly paled at Murata's question. Yuri glared at his friend in annoyance and Queen Celi squealed in delight and asked, "Have you decided on a princess yet?"
Wolfram nodded happily before answering, "Yes I made my final decision."
"Oh, go up onto the stage, silence the orchestra, and make a formal announcement!" Queen Celi exclaimed, pulling a surprised Wolfram towards the stage with Günter worriedly trailing behind. As Wolfram, his mother, and Günter weaved through the crowd Yuri grabbed ahold of Murata's wrist and made a beeline to the exit.
"Wait Shibuya." Murata whined. "Don't you think we should wait and see what girl Prince Wolfram is going to propose to?"
Yuri's pace slowed down slightly in guilt for not waiting around and see who Wolfram wanted to marry and looked over his shoulder. "I think of we stayed around we'd only get in the way. After all Wolfram needs to marry a real princess."
"If I didn't know any better I'd think you were jealous." Murata teased.
"Sorry, but I'm not jealous and I never will be a princess. No matter how much you and mom want me to be." Yuri casually retorted not even letting Murata's remark get him upset, much to his friend's annoyance. Suddenly the orchestra stopped playing and Queen Celi walked on stage.
"Excuse me ladies and gentlemen but may I have everyone's attention." Celi practically sang as the ballroom grew quiet and still. Yuri grimaced. He was only five feet from the door but he knew that if he left everyone would see him rudely walk away; so he sighed and turned around to face the stage and Murata smugly listened to the queen's speech.
Once Queen Celi was sure that all eyes were on her she smiled. "First I would like to thank you all for coming here to meet my son. It was an honor to meet each and every one of you. However, my Wolfram can only choose one of you to marry and my Wolfram has made his decision." She cheerily explained over the girls' excited whispers. Celi then dragged a frustrated and equally embarrassed Wolfram to the center of the stage and urged; "Go ahead Wolfram. Tell us which princess you chose."
Yuri watched Wolfram on the stage feeling some sympathy for the blonde. Yuri felt sorry that Wolfram didn't have the option of pulling his desired princess off to the side and privately propose and later thank the other guests for coming publicly. Yuri was so caught up in his own thought that he really wasn't paying much attention when Wolf began to speak.
"I would also like to thank everyone for coming." Wolfram said awkwardly. "But the princess that I have chosen to marry is Princess Yuri."
The ballroom erupted into a buzz of hushed whispers, solemn clapping, and soft sobbing from the rejected princesses. Queen Celi began to enthusiastically clap completely ecstatic over Wolfram's decision. Günter pouted but kept up a strong front by reminding himself of the trick he had hidden up his sleeve involving the test. Murata merrily applauded while barely able to contain his chuckles. Yuri, however, stood dumbfounded near the door. He could feel the intense , scornful, eyes of the rejected women scanning him over and focusing on his flaws.
All Yuri wanted at that moment was to run away and hide.
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Back in Yuri's kingdom his mother, Queen Jennifer, and father, King Shoma, were enjoying a pleasant game of cards. The night was quiet and serene until their oldest son Shori viciously slammed open the door and disrupted their tranquility. King Shoma jumped up in and nearly dropped his cards in surprise while Jennifer sat completely still since she was used to Shori's mood swings.
"Mom, is it true that you sent Yuri to a ball?" Prince Shori cried, shocking Shoma once again.
Slightly startled by his wife's behavior, Shoma stuttered; "Do you really think Yuri is mature enough to get married?"
"Yuri is plenty mature and is a perfect match for Prince Wolfram." Queen Jennifer smiled. She then took a card off the deck and placed in her hand.
"Prince!" Shoma and Shori exclaimed in unison.
"Honey," King Shoma started as Shori began to nervously pace around the room. "Don't you think that Prince Wolfram will be upset once he finds out that Yuri is a Prince instead of a Princess?"
"Why would he?" Jennifer demanded as she threw her cards down. "My Yuri is far cuter and sophisticated than most other young princess I've met."
"That's true." Shoma said—not disagreeing that his youngest son was in fact cute. "But the problem is that people expect royalty to reproduce and Yuri well…" Shoma trailed off as Shori nodded his head in agreement
Queen Jennifer waved her unconcerned; "It's amazing what modern science can come up with today—especially when that Princess Anissina starts inventing. I'm sure that they'll think of something." Before Shoma or Shori could argue over her faulty logic she clasped her hands together sighed dreamily; "wouldn't it be delightful if they had a daughter? If they do have a daughter I think they should name her 'Greta', don't you agree dear?"
Shoma weakly chuckled in an attempt to appease his wife. "Greta is a wonderful name but—"
"We don't have time for this!' Shori interrupted. "We need to prevent Yuri from being forced to marry some immature, spoiled prince!" He then turned around furiously, forcibly shut the door, and raced to the stables. No one was going to force his baby brother to get married.
Jennifer and Shoma, however, continued to sit at the table in uncomfortable silence, staring at the door their oldest son slammed shut moments ago. Jennifer then turned to her husband and asked, "Do you think that Shori realizes that he won't even make it to the edge of Queen's Celi's kingdom for another two days?"
All Shoma could do was shrug and resume their game of cards while hoping that Yuri was okay.
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Whew! I'm done! Sorry to all Elizabeth fans, like me, but I had have some conflict with Yuri and the other princesses. It was so hard for me to write that way about her. Then again, Elizabeth was a little mean in the series when she thought Yuri was trying to steal her man.
Anyways there are tons of things going on now. Günter is secretly in love with "Princess" Yuri, Elizabeth has a one sided crush on Wolfram, and Shori is running off like a mad man to "save" Yuri. Günter is about to reveal his secret plan to split Yuri and Wolfram up next chapter and anyone familiar with the fairytale of The Princess and the Pea already knows what that plan is.
Until next time!
To be continued…