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Wonderful Wonder World

~ Chapter Three: Strange New World ~

Conrart and Yuuri set out on a journey amongst the humans of the world that was just introduced. With Yuuri's poor luck, he tumbled from the sky at break-neck speed and landed with a plop in a creek that had been filled up with water due to a heavy downpour. However, with Conrart's awesome luck, he hand somehow managed to land in a tree at the very edge of the creek.

The man, as if he were not human at all or not part human part demon but instead full blooded cat, swung his hard muscled body from high branch to lower branch. "Yuuri, are you alright?!" If he were a kid on the playground, he definitely wouldn't be the one to get hurt on the monkey bars or the jungle gym. Maybe in his recent past life he was a male gymnastics Olympian or something. Was that even possible?

Yuuri's head popped up in the water. "Ew, didn't frogs poop in here," he whined like the big baby he could sometimes be. Morgif was an excellent example. "Aw man, do I have to get nekid," he had whined. "Ah, his face, his face," he had screamed like a terrified little girl. "He bit my finger," he had screeched.

With that reaction, Conrart knew for a fact that Yuuri was okay and he couldn't help but to chuckle as he flipped from the last branch and landed on the grassy lawn below like an expert gymnast.

Yuuri, his clothes heavy with the water that soaked all the way through to his very bones, swam his way towards the edge of the creek. When he began to climb out of the creek and towards Conrart, he found the mud to be very soft and he lost his grip often.

As Yuuri neared the top, Conrart held out a hand to him. Yuuri took his hand and he pulled him up beside him. "So, if this world is so new and unfamiliar, well then, how is there even information about it," Yuuri asked as soon as he was able to open his mouth. The question poked at him.

Conrart replied in the simple manner. "Yuuri, this world is only unfamiliar to some groups of people because it was discovered within the past four or five years and there is still so much to learn about it."

Suddenly, a junky truck barreled towards them. The person inside the driver seat honked the horn obnoxiously. "Hey, you two idiots! Get out of the road!" The man glared at them. He had a hairy face and his head was practically bald. He looked meaty, as if he worked on a farm.

Yuuri and Conrart stepped out of the way just in time. Both stared dumbly as the junky truck whizzed on by, the man's middle finger in the air, directed at them.

When the junky truck had passed by and zoomed away from them along the road and the world went silent again, they noticed a young woman standing at the end of a driveway, head lowered and fists clenched. "GRRRR…" Eyes squeezed tightly shut, she lifted her head and flung her arms, clenched fists in the air. "YOU JERK!" She opened her eyes and stomped her way towards the mailbox just across the road. She stopped in front of the mailbox, opened it, grabbed the mail and then slammed the little door shut.

It took her a moment to realize that she wasn't alone. When she finally realized it, her entire face turned crimson as her irritation snuffed out like a candle and she had a mind to just run away. "E-Eh, um…" It was too late because they had already seen her and heard her voice. At that moment was when she squirmed.

Yuuri smiled at the young woman as he raised his right hand and gave a little wave. "Hi there." Well, we may as well start somewhere. He had no idea where to start looking for Wolfram, but he couldn't just randomly start walking through the woods calling for him.

Conrart stared at the woman with suspicion. It was difficult to trust people in a world where he had never actually visited and he somehow had an idea of just what sorts of people existed.

The young woman sighed as she approached the two. "Ignore that moron. He has been warned time and time again not to go that fast along this road. He does what he wants anyway." She held out her hand to Yuuri. "Hi. My name is Fleur Couer."

Yuuri took her hand and gave it a firm shake. "I'm Yuuri Shibuya and the guy with me is Conrart Weller." He paused for a second before adding, "Do you know anyone by the name of Wolfram von Bielefelt?"

Fleur thought it was a crazy coincidence that she would meet two people associated with the guy that had fallen from the sky a little while ago. "Well, actually, it just so turns out that I have a Wolfram von Bielefelt in my house right now. He doesn't seem to be feeling very well, so…" She had a hunch. "Say, did you two also fall from the sky?"

Fleur's father stomped around outside the house, glaring at the rocks in the driveway as if they were his mortal enemy. He had his moments where he was a total ogre, that moment being one of them. "Fleur, where on earth did you go off to now?!"

Fleur gulped. "Uh-oh." Then she released a groan as she spun around, her back to Yuuri and Conrart. "You can come along if you want, but I have to go and tend to some things," she added gloomily as she sluggishly started to walk up the driveway. I really don't feel up to chores right now.

Her dad went back inside and that was when Fleur noticed her younger sister, Naomi, with a triumphant expression as she stared down the driveway at her. That little brat! She must've told on me. "Alright, that's it! Naomi, I'm telling mom and dad all the dirty little words you've said to me!" If her little sis got her into trouble, she would get her little sis into trouble as well.

Fleur lead Yuuri and Conrart into the garage, ignoring her sister as she yelled something at her, something about bringing in boys to the house or something. She went inside, Yuuri and Conrart following behind her, leaving her little sister to deal with her untriumphant attempt at stirring up drama. It usually went like Naomi would say or do something rude to Fleur and then Fleur would aggravate or tease her back and then Naomi would tell on Fleur and then Fleur would tell the whole truth and then Fleur would be the one to get into trouble and Naomi would get off with a simple reprimand.

"Hey, dad! We have more visitors," Fleur called out, not really caring whether or not her dad heard her and agreed or disagreed. She didn't mean to behave like such a rebel child, but her family could really press her buttons at times. All the times she just simply wished to be left alone to read or play around on her laptop, someone would always be calling her name and then telling her to do something.

The very first thing Conrart noticed upon entering the house was the intimidating looking deer heads mounted on the wall in the large room in front of him. He wasn't so intimidated, but he could picture someone else who might be.

"Oh, those? Well, you see…my dad hunts," Fleur told Conrart without even so much as looking in his direction. For some reason or another, she could just feel his gaze burn through the longer he stared at the deer mounted on the wall. She could tell that he wasn't used to stuff like that.

Fleur dove through Yuuri and Conrart into the utility room. She opened the washer and then flipped the lid to the dirty clothes basket up. She grabbed armfuls of dirty clothes and loaded them into the washer. Not looking at them, but instead at what she was doing, she told them, "You two can sit on the couch for now. I'm so sorry. I know I'm not being a very good host, just leading you two into the doorway of my home and then leaving you to your own devices. I'm just very busy right now. If you want something to eat or drink, just help yourselves."

Yuuri gave Conrart a little pushed into the direction of the big living room. "You go on ahead of me." He then turned to Fleur. "Mind if I help?"

Fleur couldn't help but to blush a deep red. Gyaaaah, a stranger…touching my family's dirty underwear! "No thanks. I've got it covered." It felt awkward and embarrassing, the simple idea of another boy, a stranger at that, touching her mom, dad or sister's underwear. At first, she had to get over touching her father's underwear. She definitely couldn't allow a stranger to touch her family's underwear!

Without meaning to, she slammed the washer door shut. With a wince, she grabbed a packet of detergent, opened the small detergent door, placed the detergent inside and then shut it. She then turned the dial on the washer and pressed the start button.

Yuuri stepped aside with a goofy grin and motioned for her to go on ahead of him. "Ladies first." He could be counted on to be a gentleman, despite his age. Normally, teenage boys ate a lot, didn't know the difference between intrusion and backing off and behaved as if still children. Most teenage boys spun the tires on an old, junky truck just simply to impress the girls. Well, Yuuri wasn't at all like most teenage boys. In fact, he behaved more as if he were already an adult.

Fleur felt a rush of heat and she lowered her head shyly and mumbled, "Um, thank you." What a person normally meant by 'turned on' was something every bit sexual. However, in a possibly very rare case, 'turned on' meant to Fleur at that very moment that she could feel a very pleasing sensation all throughout her body. If Yuuri had been extremely rude to her, she would have felt really upset and maybe she would even have slapped him.

Wolfram impatiently emerged from the smaller of the two living rooms, stomping through the foyer, the dinning room and then finally the kitchen. "Hey, woman! Get over here!" He had been placed to go and take a nap. Apparently, he just simply couldn't sleep.

Fleur struggled to suppress a groan as she moved from the tiny hallway and into the big living room. Good gosh, Wolfram hasn't even been here an hour and he's already really starting to grate on my nerves!

Yuuri gave Wolfram a dumb, happy look. "Wolfram!" He was glad to see him and that he was alright. Um, so Wolfram has been found…now what? A bad feeling suddenly gobbled him whole and his eyes widened as he gasped. His entire face paled several shades whiter than his normal complexion and he began to break out into a cold sweat. He collapsed onto the arm of the couch, rolling over it and onto the cushions.

Conrart quickly reached out for him, steadying him and keeping him from falling onto his head on the wood floor. He stared down into his face in concern. "Yuuri, what's wrong?" Something's not right. He, too, felt it, but he was not as thrown off his feet as Yuuri.

Fleur started to take off his shoes, placing them beside the couch. Her face held a tense expression. "Is he human," she asked Conrart in almost a whisper.

Conrart, surprised, gasped and his eyes widened. What does she know about us? He wondered whether she was friend or foe and whether or not she had traveled to their world at some point in time. She did look somewhat familiar. Even her voice was vaguely familiar. "Who exactly are you," he asked the young woman.

Jealous Wolfram glared at the young woman as he stomped up to her. "Hey you, leave my Yuuri alone!" Oh, wow, was steam actually coming out of every single opening in his body?! For someone with great imagination, it looked to be so.

She sighed and rolled her eyes. Jeez, all worked up over something so stupid. "Excuse me, but Yuuri is a person of his own. You don't own him." If it was up to her, should would strap Wolfram to the couch in the small living room and duck tape his mouth shut. Gosh, he was such an obnoxious brat!

Conrart continued to examine the young woman. I swear, I think I've seen her somewhere before. Oh, and that voice… "Hmmm…" He couldn't put a finger on it, but he certainly did try.

Fleur noticed Conrart staring at her and she immediately crossed her arms over her chest and hung back. "What is it? Can you please stop staring at me?" Her cheeks blazed red and felt heated. She wiggled under his gaze and glared at him. What is this dude's problem?!

As if he hadn't heard her or seen how uncomfortable she was, he continued to stare at her with such intensity, struggling to find out where he had seen her before. Memories scattered amongst his brain as he tried to pick through them.

It was at that very moment when she decided to kick him hard in his most sensitive area with her black high heels still on her feet. With that, she turned her back to him and stormed off, jaw tight, fists clenched. Yeah, she thought she recognized him and now she felt sure of it. The chains on the door inside her heart started to crack in places. That moron!

It felt as if he had been kicked in that exact same spot before, except that maybe he had totally deserved it at that time. This time he considered it a misunderstanding. He was so taken aback by the fact that he had possibly met her before. "Ouch. She sure packs a powerful kick."

Yuuri stared from him to the direction Fleur had gone. He did that several times, his jaw slack with surprised confusion. "Um, hey, Conrart?" That was when he noticed the expression on his face and it made a little sense to him.

Conrart had a warm expression on his face. "Fleur." A memory of her flashed through his mind and he thought, Is this the same Fleur I met that day? Wow, she sure has changed a lot! The Fleur he met while on her vacation in the demon world was a totally different person compared to the one at present.

Wolfram stared at Conrart in confusion. "What's with you?"

"I know this woman. I have met her before. She was on vacation with her parents in the demon world a long time ago." It pleased him so much to remember her.