Oh Day of Days: A Kyou Kara Maou ficlet
Author's Note: This may be a oneshot, or may not be. You decide! If you like it, I'll write more. If you don't, it dies. Deal? Now, enjoy!
Wolfram's Note: If you don't review, I will personally decapitate each and every one of you!
Yuuri's Note: Wolfram was just kidding, weren't you Wolfram? *silence* You'll just have to ignore him, he's touchy like that. Anyway, enjoy!
Had Yuuri ever imagined what it would be like to wake up as King, he should have assumed a big, comfy bed with servants all around, and a huge continental breakfast. Maybe, like King Louis XIV of France, there should be a procession to celebrate his rising and coming into the court.
Reality check—that first morning, after Wolfram came to sleep in his room, Yuuri woke to a shout.
"Get up, wimp!" Trying to be good-natured, he smiled up at the already-dressed Wolfram.
"Morning, Wolf."
"Good morning you need to be dressed five minutes ago." That made no sense.
"Why?"
"Because that's when breakfast begins, began, and as Maou you cannot go to breakfast wearing that," he gestured to Yuuri's blue pajamas, "I forbid it!!"
Now Yuuri was cross. "You forbid it? Let's not forget who wears the pink nightgown in this relationship!" He smirked at the blushing Wolfram, who responded with his usual violence. Wolf moved menacingly towards him, crawling onto the bed. Yuuri saw he was even outfitted with his sword.
"All right, I'm awake! I'll get going, chill out!"
After breakfast, Yuuri went to do paperwork with Gwendal, and Conradt took Wolfram and Yozak to investigate rumors of a riot in a nearby township. Before they left, Conradt put Wolf under oath not to pick any fights, as a precautionary measure. Yuuri had to agree—Wolfram's temper was as scorching as the red-gold flames he summoned into battle.
Finally, the mound of paperwork on Yuuri's desk had inched its way from the IN tray to the OUT tray, and Yuuri was allowed to go where he wanted. Those were Gwendal's exact words, and Yuuri exploited their meaning to the fullest. "Go wherever you want." He wanted to go with Wolfram and Conradt. So he borrowed a brown stallion from the stables and set out west.
Yuuri, despite being true, good, kind, and honorable, had a very poor sense of direction. When the single lowland path forked into two trails, he chose the left trail, which looked promising at the time. Miles later, he realized this was a mistake. So he turned around. The stallion seemed quite tired, so he dismounted to walk beside it for a few field-lengths (they had meandered deep into flat farmland, still lost). It was getting close to twilight, and Yuuri was reluctant to walk along in the dark. He began to think of setting up a camp, but that was ridiculous; he was so close to the capitol! Was that Blood Pledge Castle, that little black speck in the distance? All of a sudden, a bolt of lightning split the sky, hurtling to the ground only feet from where Yuuri stood. The force jerked the horse's lead from his hand. The stallion took off faster than a gunshot, and the Maou was left all alone.
Being a very positive, upbeat kind of guy, it was not in Shibuya Yuuri's nature to panic. However, he couldn't remember a time in Shin Makoku when Conradt and Wolfram weren't there at his side, watching out for him. So often he'd despaired of the blonde lord's seemingly-eternal company; so often he'd wished his fiancée would take a hike. But as the road stretched before him, and the last beams of sunlight faded, Yuuri found himself constantly checking over his shoulder, scanning the road behind him for any trace of a blonde Mazoku in a blue uniform.
A/N: That's it for this chapter, now you decide—does Yuuri remain all alone forever, or might something else happen?
Wolfram's/N: You better bring me back in this story! How dare I be cut out so soon!
Yuuri's/N: I hate to say it, but he's right. PLEASE don't leave me out there alone!