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: Woot! My heinous essay load is over; I can write again!

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Günter was pacing about the palace's guest room, nibbling on his bottom lip, wondering what he could do. He had a think up a plan to keep Prince Wolfram away from the beautiful Princess Yuuri. He knew he had to create a special test in order to" prove" that Yuuri was, what Queen Celi considered, a true princess, but he needed to think up a test that was so hard that Yuuri would fail.

'Think Günter , think!' Günter mentally berated himself. 'Is there anything that Queen Celi ever said about being a queen or a princess that could be of some use?'

As Günter strained his mind, an old memory surfaced. The memory was of the day that Queen Celi was getting ready for her second marriage. Queen Celi was so excited about the wedding ceremony that the bubbly woman lightly bumped into one of the side tables. Günter remembered how Queen Celi whined about how a bruise was bound to appear on her sensitive skin. Well, at first Günter thought that Queen Celi was being overly dramatic because she really didn't hit the table all that hard, it was more like a tap really; but much to his surprise, a bruise appeared on the Queen's leg several hours later in the exact spot where she bumped into the furniture.

"That's it!" Günter jumped up, struck with inspiration for an impossible test for Yuuri to prove that she was a real princess. Yuuri would have to prove that her skin is incredibly sensitive. But how would he have the Princess prove it? Günter was then hit with another idea. He'd have Princess Yuuri sleep on twenty mattresses, and underneath all those mattresses would set a pea. He'd claim that Princess Yuuri shouldn't be able to sleep, because her sensitive skin wouldn't allow it, but if she did fall asleep, he'd claim that Yuuri wasn't a real princess, and Günter would be free to marry Yuuri!

With that thought in mind, Günter raced to the bedroom's door and cried out to as passing maid: "Tell the servants that did not work tonight at the ball to fetch twenty goose feathered mattresses!" The startled maid stared dumbly at Günter for a moment before she nodded and raced down the hall to tell the poor servants of Günter 's order. When he was sure that he was gone, Günter went to inform Queen Celi of his plan.

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Shori was making good time, by dusk he had just reached the outskirts of his kingdom in record speed, but the prince was still not impressed. At best he still had two whole days' worth of traveling before he even reached the border of Queen Celi's kingdom. The desire to save his little brother from a doomed marriage, to Prince Wolfram, plagued Prince Shori's mind so much that he was not paying much attention to the fact that it was getting dark, and the fact that he was about to run into somebody.

Shori may not have noticed that he was about to trample someone, but the horse did, and tried to move out of the person's path. Instead of moving out of the stranger's path, like it originally intended, the horse attempted to stop its full gallop instantly, as if some unseen force was forcing it to stop. The horse, as if possessed, rose up on its hind legs, neighing, while Shori pulled back hard on the reins and tried to regain control of the spooked steed.

After an intense struggle, the prince finally regained control of his horse. After Shori regained control of the steed he finally began to take notice of his surroundings. The sky was streaked with steaks of gray and, since he was on the outskirts of the kingdom, there were no buildings or homes, just the forest. As Shori's eyes began more accustomed to the changing light he could finally see the figure that he almost ran over. The figure was standing calmly, too calm for a person who almost got ran over by a horse, in Shori's opinion, the body of the figure was wrapped up in a hazy, purple, cloak that covered up the figure's impish body as well as their face.

Not impressed with the stranger's silence or calmness, Prince Shori snorted: "I'm on a quest and don't have time to play with you. Please step aside." He then pulled at the reins, silently commanding the horse to move, but much to the prince's surprise, the horse didn't budge.

While the Shori pondered over why his faithful steed was suddenly not obeying him, the impish stranger spoke in an androgynous voice: "I know, Prince Shori. You're on a mission to rescue your little brother, aren't you?"

Shori blinked back in amazement and wondered how this stranger new of his quest, and that this stranger was able to see through his disguise, knowing that he was a prince. Not wanting to alert the stranger to his shock, Shori narrowed his eyes and calmly stated, "Then you understand why I don't have the time to sit and talk to you." He then once again commanded, "Please step to the side."

"You do realize you have quite a trip ahead of you to reach Queen Celi's castle." The stranger mocked, making the prince grit his teeth in agitation. "As a matter of fact, there is no guarantee that you'll arrive in time to prevent Prince Wolfram and Princess Yuuri's union."

"Who are you? How do you know these things? Answer me!" Shori yelled as his hands clenched around tightly, turning his knuckles white, letting his anger loose.

"You are awfully far away from the castle to be giving me orders." The impish creature chuckled much to Shori's annoyance. The creature then sighed, holding up a slender hand in surrender, "Don't be so upset, Prince Shori, I'm here to help you. If you must call me something, call me 'Sara'."

"And just how are you going to help me, Sara?" Shori asked, not even trying to hide his skepticism of 'Sara's' intentions. "Are you going to magically transport me to the castle?" Shori mocked.

"Sadly I cannot transport you, but I can help you arrive in plenty of enough time to prevent the marriage." Sara responded as the androgynous creature pulled out a small, thin, blue vile out from the sleeve of its cloak. "All you have to do is make your horse drink this 'Lightning Potion'; the potion will make your horse run extremely fast for six hours, enough time for you to be near the castle where Queen Celi's castle sits."

Shori eyed the blue vile enviously. He knew he needed it to save his brother, but knew he had to remain cautious. The prince then looked over at Sara and warily asked, "What's the catch? How much is it?"

Due to the hood of Sara's cloak, Shori wasn't able to see its face, but he was sure that Sara was grinning when it replied: "The catch is that at the end of the six hours you must let your horse rest. Any further exertion could kill the steed. As for payment…" Sara chuckled coldly, "Let's say you can afford it, you are a prince after all, and I'll come to you when it's time to pay up." Sara then extended its hands so it was temptingly close for the prince to grab the vile of liquid. Noticing how the Shori's resolve was wavering, Sara snickered; "Have we got a deal?"

Shori nodded his head and snatched the vile out of Sara's hand and, when he looked up to give his thanks, he saw that Sara had disappeared.

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Yuuri was not a happy prince. The last of the dejected princesses left, and Yuuri couldn't help but feel bad for them, after all, they were real princesses. Then to make matters worse, Yuuri and Murata could not move from one room to another without Wolfram following close behind them.

Feeling his patience wearing thin, Yuuri angrily grabbed ahold of Murata's sleeve and whispered: "Murata, when can we leave?"

"I don't think Wolfram would not like the idea of his fiancé staying somewhere far from him." Murata shrugged with a devious smile on his face.

Yuuri narrowed his eyes, an indication that the normally clam, serene, Yuuri was about to snap, "Murata—"

"What are you two talking about?" Wolfram interrupted, cutting off the infuriated drag princess. Yuuri turned, and slightly cringed. Yuuri could tell by judging the way Wolfram had his arms crossed across his chest, and his grimace, that the blonde was just as annoyed as he was. Before Yuuri could explain his actions, Wolfram began to walk closer to Yuuri with a huff, "You're my fiancé, but you seem more interested in him" Wolfram growled as he angrily gestured to Murata.

"No need to get upset." Murata uneasily smiled, holding up his hands in surrender. "Yuuri was just asking me where we were going to stay the night."

Wolfram rolled his eyes before he once again focused on Yuuri and haughtily explained, "you'll be staying here of course, after are you are my fiancé."

Reaching his breaking point, Yuuri grabbed fistfuls of his gown and stalked up to the blonde and exclaimed, "I am not your fiancé!"

Wolfram took a step back, his eyes widened slightly in hurt, and Yuuri winced, feeling guilty that he managed to hurt the fiery blonde's feeling. The look of hurt on Wolfram's face, however, was quickly replaced with that of anger, "What do you mean you're not my fiancé? If that is truly the case, then why did you even attend this ball?" Murata chuckled while Yuuri grimaced, and tried to think of way to explain to Wolfram that he had been tricked by his mother into attending. Before Yuuri and Wolfram could further debate whether they were engaged or not, a bubbly Queen Celi, and equally giddy Günter, entered the room.

Queen Celi turned and winked at her son and Yuuri and clapped, "I know you both are excited about announcing your engagement, but you both are going to have to wait until tomorrow morning to see if the engagement is even official."

"What?" Wolfram demanded while Yuuri and Murata blinked owlishly in confusion. "I thought our engagement was made official when I announced it at the ball!" Wolfram seethed while Murata nodded his head in agreement.

"Aww, Wolfy, don't be like that." Queen Celi pouted. "I just want you to have the best of everything." Wolfram slumped his shoulders and gave his mother a look of pure bewilderment while Murata and Yuuri continued to ponder what Queen Celi meant by saying: the best of everything.

Günter smiled and stepped beside the Queen and explained; "before Princess Yuuri can marry Prince Wolfram, she has to prove that she is in fact a pure, true, princess."

Upon hearing Günter's explanation, Yuuri couldn't help but smile in victory as both Wolfram and Murata cried out disbelief; "WHAT?"

'This is just great!' Murata mentally panicked. 'Queen Jennifer and I didn't plan on having someone check to see if Yuuri was actually female!' While Murata was freaking out on the inside, Wolfram was publically showing his disdain.

"What do you mean, 'prove that she's a real princess'? Yuuri's parents are royalty! Is there any question that Yuuri is a princess?" Wolfram raved while Günter continued to stare at the Prince as if he had won a battle. Wolfram gritted his teeth and was barely able to conceal his rage over the adviser's smugness.

Queen Celi, sensing that a fight might break out, intervened, and explained what she and Günter meant by the term 'true princess'. "Don't take it as an insult Wolfram. It's just that there are so many princesses out there that are rude and most of them barely posses any princess-like traits, like politeness, for example." She then smiled at Yuuri and questioned; "So, Princess Yuuri, are you to the challenge to prove that your worthy of my Wolfram?"

Murata breathed out a sigh of relief. 'Wow. I was worrying over nothing. Yuuri is the most polite and patient guy I've ever met. He'll pass any test they throw at him!' he thought happily. He then mentally smacked himself, 'Ah! He has to agree to the challenge though!'

Meanwhile Yuuri could barely contain himself. Finally, a way for him to get out of this engagement without hurting Wolfram's feelings, pride, or ego! Yuri smiled as he sashayed past Wolfram, completely stunned at Yuuri's confidence, and up to Queen Celi and Günter and announced: "I accept your challenge. What do I have to do?" Murata blinked back is surprise at Yuuri's acceptance, rather than scheming of a way to get out of it. While Murata struggled to comprehend Yuuri's action, Wolfram smiled fondly at Yuuri's acceptance to the challenge. The blonde then smugly smiled at Günter, who visually twitched at the Princess' determination.

Queen Celi clapped her hands enthusiastically at Yuuri's acceptance of the challenge and replied, "You don't have to do anything. In fact, it'd be best if you don't know the conditions to your challenge so you don't change your actions, or responses, to fit the challenge. All you have to do is spend the night. I'll supply you with some night apparel, and we'll know of your worthiness in the morning."

Yuuri simply smiled and nodded, agreeing completely with the Queen's terms.

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Shori dizzily walked into the hotel and tavern. That had to have been the most excruciating, fearful, and long six hours of his entire life. When Sara said the horse would really fast Shori didn't think that the horse would run so terrifyingly fast! He had almost fell off the horse on several different occasions and, when the horse stopped in a small village, that was a short distance from Queen Celi's castle, Shori couldn't have been happier.

'Now let's see.' Shori thought as he collapsed onto an empty barstool. 'I need to get Yuuri out of that castle, and I probably can't accomplish that on my own. I need some help.'

Shori began to scan the occupants of the tavern. Most of the people in the bar looked to be of a seedy nature in Shori's opinion, especially the blonde burly man sitting by the bar; he didn't look trustworthy at all. Shori was about to give up hope of finding a hero here, and was about to retire to bed when a muscular brunette with long hair and warm, blue eyes sat down beside him at the bar.

The brunette smiled warmly at the Prince; "so what brings you here, Mr. …?"

"Just call me Shori." The Prince answered. Shori glanced down and noticed that the brunette has a sword hanging at his waist. He then looked up at the brunette and quirked his eyebrow; "and what is it that you do? Are you a soldier?"

The brunette smiled and gestured to his sword, "Oh this? This is actually my father's, and, no, I'm not a soldier. I'm more of a 'defender'."

'He means Hero.' Shori thought as he began to formulate a plan. He then smirked and leaned in closer to the brunette. "Well, 'Mr. Defender' I've got a proposition for you. My…" Shori paused to think of the right word to call his brother. Figuring that Yuuri would most likely be in a dress he continued, "My sister, Yuuri, is being forced into a marriage. I need to rescue her. Will you help me, sir? I reward you handsomely."

"My name is Alford." The brunette replied with a stern look on his face as he cupped his hands around a tall glass of beer that the bar tender had brought out. "And you don't need to pay me. I'll rescue you sister."

Shori smiled and rested his hand on Al's shoulder, "great, but before we do anything, we need to formulate a plan."

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Yuuri looked at his reflection disdainfully in the mirror. True to her word, Queen Celi had provided him with night clothes, but since she believed that Yuuri was a princess rather than a prince in a dress, she gave him a skimpy nightie to wear. He glared harsher at his reflection. The silky nightie was a two piece ensemble consisting of a short skirt, that was only mid-thigh in length, and a tiny camisole, that would reveal his stomach it he lifted his arms, and, to add insult to injury, the nightie was a dusty pink.

"What's even stranger than my night attire is the bed I have to sleep on." Yuuri sighed in exasperation as he stared at it. The bed consisted of twenty mattresses sitting on top of one another. Since the bed was so tall, due to all the mattresses, he had to use a ladder to get to the very top. Rubbing the back of his head, Yuuri pondered aloud. "Maybe it's just some strange sleeping custom of this place."

With that said Yuuri, literally, climbed into bed. However, he had a hard falling asleep. Yuuri wasn't used to the short, silky, constricting, skirt and he wasn't used to the sensation of his now hairless legs, due to Murata making him shave for the ball, rubbing against one another.

"It's no big deal." Yuuri reminded himself as he attempted to find a comfortable spot on the bed. "After I wake up tomorrow, and fail this test, I won't have to sleep here anymore."

As Yuuri attempted to get some sleep, Wolfram prayed his Yuuri would pass any sort of "test" that his mother and Günter had concocted. Shori vowed that he and his new companion, Alford, would rescue his brother. And Günter? Well, Günter fell asleep easily, perfectly confident that princess Yuuri would not pass his test. So while Yuuri, Shori, Murata, and Wolfram wrestled with sleep, Günter slipped into peaceful slumber with a dozen Princess Yuuri's dancing in his head.

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The plot thickens! And don't worry the next chapter and on will be full of Wolfyuu moments!

Also, as anyone who had read any of my other fics already knows, I like to do side pairings. But I have been having trouble on what to do for a side pairing. So I was wondering, should one of my side pairings be: Conrad/Al (A new pairing I'm becoming more and more fond of), Yozak/Conrad (A wonderful classic), or Yozak/Conrad/Al (I normally don't like 'sharing' but for some reason I think this pairing would be fun to write about too…) I have set up a poll, please answer there!