Disclaimer: I do NOT own Kyou Kara Maou
Kyou Kara Maou crossed over with Kuroshitsuji ((Black Butler))
Story description; Yuuri is not only the Demon King of Shin Makoku, but also a demon who, isn't required to serve Ciel, but helps out when he becomes bored with his family and wants to avoid Kingly work. Sebastian is the one who offered the chance to do so awhile before he became king and Yuuri still comes around.
This story is mostly Kyou Kara Maou, I love Kuroshitsuji too, therefore, this story is born.
Maryoku = Magic (Demon magic)
Bishonen = Pretty boy
Scythe = A weapon that was illegally modified to look and function like a chainsaw.
S/N(SideNote): I don't know much about swords so if I miss name something, feel free to let me know.
The ally scene in this chapter takes place in Episode Five of Kuroshitsuji
Shin Makoku, Blood Pledge Castle;
Greta sat with her legs swinging back and forth as she had her head down, her short curly brown hair that reached just past her ears fell forward, a book in her hands, she was in the library along with her grandmother, Lady Cheri, and the (crazy) scientist Lady Anissina working on yet another one of her (crazy) inventions.
"What's the new invention?" Cheri asked from by the window, watching the pink haired woman fiddle with a part.
The little girl set down her book beside her on the table, jumped down from her seat on the table and skipped over to the woman who stood in front of a large box with many arm-like tubes jetting out from the top and sides and back.
"Uh…" Greta didn't know what to say, but she knew she was wishing her fathers or her uncles were around, that way, she knew she'd be extra safe incase this came alive and attacked…but they had all gone with Yuuri to his world.
"I call it 'handy-helper-multiple-arm-kun!'" Anissina announced happily as she stepped back to admire her work, Greta hid herself behind Cheri, clutching her black dress in her small fist.
Ciel threw the door at the end of the ally way wide open and gasped at the sight, dark red puddles spread on the dark floor Ciel looked up, eyes wide, and then Sebastian was there, covering the young boy's eyes with his hand, he jumped back a few feet with Ciel in his arms, carrying the boy away from the gruesome scene.
The Mazoku ran down the ally and were surprised to see that, even after going ahead of the butler, Sebastian had already gotten to Ciel and pulled him away from the door at the end of the ally, before them.
They all noted a man walking out of the building covered in drops of fresh, bright red blood.
He wasn't in shinigami form so his hair was dark brown, he looked scared, his eyes wide, he was attempting to explain himself for why he was there. He said he heard the scream and came running, though he knew it was no use, though he tried anyway.
"Grelle Sutcliffe," Sebastian began slowly. "Do you believe the young master will believe your story, especially when your draped in that womans blood?"
The Mazoku took in the scene before them, they were shocked, Murata had backed up, Great Sage or not, he was scared at the sight before him and his friends.
Wolfram looked prepared to summon his flame magic, his eldest brother, Gwendal, had his sword in hand and in front of him, Conrad hadn't pulled his sword from his sheath though his hands rested on the scabbard and his other hand on the grip/hilt, Gunter followed suit of Gwendal and Conrad, his sword not fully unsheathed.
Yuuri had made his way to Wolfram's side and then walked a few steps closer to the seen.
"Your Majesty, stand behind us." Conrad ordered but Yuuri ignored the command.
"Well," The young king sighed, placing his hands on his hips, tilting his head lazily. "Why don't you show your true self Grelle? and, if your partner would be so kind as too join us out here." Yuuri said, his dark hair seemed longer due to the fog making it wet, his dark black eyes looked almost purple.
The young prince couldn't help himself, he couldn't stop staring at Yuuri, noticing at how calm his wimp was being. As if reading his lovers thoughts the young king spared a quick glance at the blonde and to his subjects who seemed scared.
More fog began to roll in, the cool wind had a soothing effect on Murata as he seemed to relax visibly.
"Why don't you came out and join us, Madame Red." The young dark-haired king invited the unseen murderer.
The sound of High-heels clicking onto stone could be heard in the silence of the night. Then, there stood a tall woman with neck-length bright red hair, bangs shaped in an upside-down triangle, her eyes a bright red, her clothing, a long ruffled dress-skirt, a long-sleeved jacket with black trim along with a large hat, all red, only the shirt beneath her jacket was white, her jacket neck was open and a frilled collar around her neck and around her wrists were white.
Grelle had his head hung, low, mocking laughter floated from him and echoed in the ally way. He ran a comb threw this hair, affectedly turning his hair red. He lifted his head to revel a large smile with sharp, shark-like teeth. His eyes were wide, seemingly to stretch from ear to ear, and seemed happy and…insane.
The shinigami was then holding his Scythe, seemingly to have pulling it from thin air, which looks and functions like a chainsaw. "Oh, this, well, of course, red is such a beautiful color, they looked so much better." The shinigami answered the un-asked question on everyone's minds.
Madame Red began to explain her and Grelle's actions, how she started killing but then later teamed up with the Shinigami. "I've waited for the time when you would confront me, Se-bas-tian." Grelle sung the butlers name in a dreamy voice.
Shocked expressions crossed Ciel, Sebastian's faces. Yuuri chuckled quietly, and his friends looked surprised and grossed out at the same time.
"Must you talk in such a way." Sebastian spoke calmly, not really asking more over demanding.
"Sebastian," Ciel said loud enough for everyone in the ally to hear his command. The Mazoku looked over at their young king to see what he would do only to see him standing still, his black gaze fixed on Ciel. "take care of them." Ciel finished as he lifted the black eye-patch revealing the symbol on his eye.
"Of course, Young Master." The butler answered.
Sebastian moved in a blink and struck the shinigami, as Grelle and the butler fought. Yuuri hadn't moved, simply watching the scene.
Madame Red advanced on attacking Ciel. Yuuri titled his head, knowing he should help, but the fear of everyone finding out his other side stopped him in his place.
Wolfram yelled something at Yuuri that he didn't catch but knew it ended with 'wimp!', Yuuri, so they wouldn't think he wasn't himself, wined, "Not a wimp!"
London, Phantomhive estate;
Bardroy, Finnian, and Maylene ran around the halls where some of the spare bedrooms where.
Maylene was running from one room to the other with about half a dozen bed sheets and pillow cases.
Finnian was running after her with his hands full of comforters and top sheets.
Bardroy was in the kitchen preparing food the only way he knew how, with his flame-thrower. There was a loud BOOM and smoke seeped from the kitchen.
Finnian and Maylene had just finished making the beds, of course, not before a few trips over themselves followed by a few face plants onto the floor, they were done and walking down the stairs, then a BOOM and rolled the rest of the way down the stairwell.
"Bard!" Finnian shouted as he untangled himself from Maylene.
Maylene was unconscious, her glasses was setting beside her head, her eyes swirling like in a cartoon.
"We have no idea when the young master and the guests will return and your blowing things up!?!"
Finnian knew he himself had no right to speak, since he couldn't do his own job properly, but he had just smacked his head on just about all the posts holding the railing up and then again on the hard floor, so, he was in a bad mood, but he knew he was about to cry all the anger out of him.
Madame Red lay motionless on her back, her eyes wide with shock, blood streamed from the gaping hole in her chest that Grelle had inflicted when she had refused to kill her nephew Ciel.
Ciel gently closed her eyes as Grelle walked away. "Well, this has been fun, but I'm bored and so, till next time." He said, just at that moment, he noticed Wolfram, the young beautiful blonde Mazoku, his eyes lit up with delight at the sight of the emerald eyed Bishonen.
"You! Red would look great on you!" If Grelle was a cartoon, his eyes would have formed themselves into hearts.
Wolfram looked a bit surprised at the shinigami, but not afraid. Grelle raised his Scythe once again and ran towards Wolfram. He easily blocked the attack of the Scythe with his sword and managed to push Grelle back, but his sword was snapped in two when pushing against the Scythe.
The red-haired Shinigami stood up straight, laughing wickedly and looked over to the blonde bishonen, he was holding his Scythe with both hands on his left, a wicked smile on his face, matching his laughter.
"You look beautiful! But with red on you, you would look ever more beautiful!" Wolfram winced as if he had been stabbed.
Yuuri chuckled to himself quietly, it was very funny how Grelle flirted, and how he thought he would be able to connect his weapon with Wolfram before Yuuri could get there.
Conrad and Gwendal moved to block Wolfram from Grelle. "What are you doing? His weapon broke my sword, it'll do the same to yours." he hissed.
Even though he was grateful for his brothers for protecting him, then again, he felt angry that them for assuming he couldn't protect himself-even though he didn't have his sword-he was sure he could, he wasn't helpless…wait…could he use his Maryoku on earth?
He decided no, no since in further embarrassing himself by trying to use magic when it wouldn't work.
He was snapped away from his thoughts Grelle attacked again, his brother and Conrad preparing to protect their young brother.
Wolfram, Gwendal, Conrad, Gunter and Murata stood in shock as Grelle was kicked from being in front of them to the brick wall, they heard his skull crack as he impacted on the wall.
Yuuri now stood where the shinigami had been, his eyes narrowed yet he didn't look upset. Grelle pealed himself off the wall and turned to face the young Maou, blood streamed down the side of his face and onto the ground.
"How dare you!" He screamed, angry.
Yuuri now had his hands on his hips and his head titled back and to the side, looking at Grelle with a bored expression on his face.
"First," Yuuri breathed, lifting one hand from his hips to hold up one figure. "I don't mind you calling Wolfram beautiful, because I do agree," out of the corner of his eye Yuuri saw Wolfram blush at least two shades of red under his eyes and across his nose.
"Second," Yuuri lifted another finger. "I cannot believe that you thought you'd be able to reach Wolfram with that," he nodded toward the Scythe, "before I could reach you." Yuuri stood up straight, one hand still on his hip, his other hand at his side.
Grelle still had his eyes fixed on Yuuri's fiancé. "You are faster than I thought." Grelle hissed aloud, his eyes never once leaving Wolfram.
Yuuri sighed, he didn't mind Grelle looking at his blonde Bishonen, he wasn't as easily angered or got jealous as easily as the young prince did, though he did find it annoying that Grelle was most likely imagining killing Wolfram, this resulting in his so called goal of 'dresses him in red'.
The double black shook his head at the thought. "and you!" Grelle pointed a figure at Yuuri, who wasn't paying any attention to the shinigami in front of him.
Yuuri blinked and waited for the blood-red loving idiot to continue.
"How dare you attack me like that! You had no right." Yuuri lifted an eyebrow at that remark, he had no right? Wolfram belonged to him, more as a lover than a thing, but belonged to him all the same.
London, Phantomhive estate;
Finnian, Maylene, and Bardroy worked hard cleaning up the mess the so-called 'cook' made of the kitchen.
Chunks of chicken were all other the counter, some type of yellowish food was caked on the inside walls of the oven that Finnian couldn't define and didn't want to.
Bard stood with a mop in his hand, his left hand on the wood handle and his right on the top, his chin resting on the top of his hand.
He was cleaning off the water, chicken broth and baking powder from the floor, though he stopped about two minutes into work.
Maylene, though God only knows why they let her, was standing on top of the ladder and cleaning the cheesy broccoli from the ceiling fan and ceiling.
Shin Makoku, Blood Pledge Castle;
Greta coughed as she stumbled out of the library clumsily with a cloud of dark smoke following, her eyes watered as she stood in the hallway, attempting to get clean, breathable air into her lungs.
Her vision blurred, she no longer wanted to be anywhere near Anissina and her crazy inventions ever again.
She had been asked to test it but Greta pointed out she was human, so she wouldn't be able to test the invention since she had no magic.
Anissina nodded in agreement and ordered a guard to find the guard she always used when Gwendal or Gunter wasn't around, Dorcas.
Greta shook her head and ran down the corridor to her room. She sat down on her bed and pulled her porcelain doll to her and grabbed a brush and began to brush the wild hair of her doll.
She felt bad for the Mazoku who Anissina got a hold of, worked to the bone all day without breaks, and half the time, none of the inventions worked. "Yuuri…Wolfram…hurry back home…" She mumbled as she lay down, hugging the doll Wolfram had bought her.
Grelle's left side of his face was streaked in blood. His shoulder looked in pain, Yuuri had somehow kicked his left shoulder out of place.
Yuuri stood silently, his body unharmed.
Wolfram and his two brothers along with Murata and Gunter watched as Yuuri stood far too calmly as the red haired and red eyed Shinigami slowly rose to his feet, lifting his Scythe with his good arm.
Ciel watched silently, eyes still on his dead aunt, the smell of blood filled the air, Ciel looked over to Sebastian, who stood still, allowing Yuuri to do as he pleased.
Yuuri's pupils thinned untill they were gone all together, closing his eyes, taking a deep breath, taking in the smell of blood, his eyes snapped open, now red with cat-like pupils only sideways.
Sebastian had pulled the Mazoku away from their king as Yuuri smiled, more like a flash of white teeth.
"He's…different…" Murata noted, awe mixed with shock in his voice and eyes.
Grelle attacked but Yuuri had extended a hand in front of him, his nails glowing a sparkling green color, Wolfram gasped, taking a step back.
The shinigami noticed the changed and stopped a few feet in front of Yuuri. Lifting his hand further, glowing nails extended, growing longer, they shot from his finger tips and impacted with Grelle. His scream had Ciel cringing, shutting his eyes tightly, Sebastian placed his hands over the boys ears.
Just then, Grelle was pulled back away from everyone…
A/N::: **Sry 4 any misspellings or Grammar mistakes** Like the re-write so far?
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