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ashacroneTitle: Home Work (Sequel to Forgotten)
Pairing: Wolfram and Yuuri, many others mentioned
Warnings: Spoilers through episodes 62, mentions sex and mpreg
Summary: Yuuri has to deal with the consequences of a giant conspiracy involving not doing his homework. Sucks to be him.
"Forgotten" can be found here.
Previous parts of "Homework" are here:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Home Work III
Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou does not belong to me and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at all.
A/N: I’m still going to be referring to Yuuri as a “he” despite his sex change. Yuuri still thinks of himself as a guy… despite his new plumbing.
Yuuri looked at himself in the mirror, shaking his head.
There was not much of a difference now that he was fully clothed; his chest was almost flat, and his hips barely wider than they had been. His face was completely the same.
Tugging at the collar of his uniform, he turned to Wolfram, who was eyeing him from his seat on the bed.
“Do you think I make an ugly girl?” he asked, suddenly self conscious.
Wolfram shook his head, frowned, and finally shrugged. “You’ve always been adorable to me.”
Yuuri blushed, and patted his middle.
“So you really think-“
“That’s how the ritual works, Yuuri. You go the palace, drink from the ritual cup, and the change happens. You and your partner make love, and the seed is planted. If it hadn’t worked, you probably would have become male again.” Here he looked vaguely disturbed about something, but Yuuri could not guess what.
“There’s no chance that I could hide this?” It was still embarrassing, with what had happened to the Giant Book of Mazoku Ritual.
Wolfram’s eyebrows shot up. “A Mazoku pregnancy takes longer than a human one, but still, wouldn’t it become obvious?”
Yuuri’s shoulders hunched over, hands unconsciously covering his belly. “But I burned the book…”
“This is our baby here.” Wolfram walked up, and wrapped his arms around Yuuri from behind. “They will be okay with it. After all…”
Yuuri felt the hair on the back of his neck rise when he felt Wolfram’s growl.
“This was all Mother’s idea.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Wolfram frowned, as he followed the hall to his mother’s bedroom. He had left Yuuri to his own devices for a bit, citing that he needed to handle a little business… being deliberately vague, of course.
He mentally prepared himself for the inevitable hug, and who knows what… He also wondered what he would see when he arrived in her bedchamber. She was usually discreet with her men, if not with her clothes, but this was… something else entirely.
The blond soldier worried his bottom lip, as he stood by her door. He had been full of righteous anger before, but now…
He raised his hand- when the door opened, revealing a pair of heavy teal eyes and mussed blue hair. Flurin looked at Wolfram with a start, and blanched slightly.
“Von Bielefeld-kyo,” she murmured, and Wolfram could see his mother over the top of her head.
“Ah,” he said, awkwardly. Not that there was anything wrong with his mother caring for a woman, it was…
“Um,” Wolfram groped for words. Flurin was a brave, clever woman, despite her humanity- and a distant relative of the Wincott family, to boot. Still…
“I’d like to talk to my mother.”
Flurin turned to his mother, who smiled at her. Flurin raised an eyebrow, her hesitation showing that she would like to stay… Then Celi shook her head, walking to the door wrapped in her robe.
“Dear, this is something I need to settle with my son alone. I’ll talk to you later, all right?” Celi said, kissing her lips briefly.
Wolfram blushed and looked away. It didn’t matter how old he was, or how often he kissed or loved Yuuri; seeing his mother kiss someone was still embarrassing.
The lovely Flurin left, smiling impishly at his mother before closing the door behind her, and Wolfram sighed in exasperation.
“Mother… Why?”
Celi smiled at Wolfram, walking out to the small courtyard attached to her rooms.
“There are a lot of reasons, dear.”
Wolfram followed her out, attempting to keep his patience while she knelt in her scanty robe before a row of her special flowers.
“Flurin is someone I admire. She is someone in a similar situation… and I like her a great deal.” She turned her eyes to Wolfram. “I understand what it is I’m doing, Wolfram. There will be another half-breed child brought into the world.”
Wolfram nodded.
“Do you know why I am not afraid for this child, and why Flurin and I both agreed?”
Wolfram shook his head.
“In the time that Yuuri-heika has been here, there has been a different feeling in the air. I know you know that. Humans and Mazoku are meeting each other and talking, instead of spilling blood. Hope and spring bloom and never seem to fade.” She again turned to her flowers. “This child is being born in the right time, and the right place. We both feel that.”
“How can you…” Wolfram couldn’t make himself finish the sentence. How can you love another human, when the last time hurt so badly?
“Flurin is young, and I am not so much. More to the point, we both know you only have a moment to love and live. We will make the best of the time given us, like I did with Dan Hiri, and she did with her husband Norman.”
Wolfram frowned, and shook his head. This wasn’t why he was here.
“Mother, why did you encourage Yuuri to drink from the cup? You had to have guessed he didn’t know what was going on,” he accused. It was a very sore spot for him.
Celi giggled, then sobered. “Come now, if I can experiment with women, so can you.”
“Mother.”
She sighed, and plucked a flower, gently caressing the petals. “There have been times, that I have felt you were not ours to keep; it was as I had borrowed you. That any time, any day, Shinou would come and take you from us because he needed you more.”
Not seeing Wolfram’s suddenly pale face, she went on, putting the blossom, Beautiful Wolfram, in his lapel.
“You love each other, and I want Yuuri to have a piece of you to keep.” Her hand went to her youngest son’s face. “I’ve been a very lucky woman. All of my boys have been safe, and come back to me, when so many mothers have lost their children.” She gently combed her fingers through Wolfram’s blond hair. “I also know that won’t last forever. Wolfram… dear Wolfram, please don’t begrudge me this,” she softly pleaded.
He put his arms around his mother’s shoulders, hugging her tightly so not to have to see the tears starting. Wolfram didn’t know if she knew of the devil’s bargain he had made with Shinou to save Yuuri, but he knew she understood that time was limited.
“It’s all right, mother,” he said softly, petting her hair. “It will be all right.”
“Do you hate me then?”
“No. I’m just… annoyed. If I had decided, it would have been me undergoing the ritual.”
“And you don’t know what to do with a girl body,” she added. Wolfram wished briefly that he wasn’t trying to comfort her so he could glare.
“Mother…”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Yuuri looked at himself in the mirror. There was something wrong with his profile and he kept twisting and moving around, looking at himself.
Nine months, or however long a Mazoku pregnancy would take. Yuuri’s eye twitched. He would be in the body of a woman; a pregnant woman.
God.
Looking down at his middle, he tried to imagine himself with a big belly. Then he imagined himself holding a baby… and he felt his stomach flutter. Would the baby look like him, or Wolfram? Would it be a boy or a girl? Would Greta like being a big sister?
Taking a deep breath, he checked himself over once more. No, it was not immediately noticeable at all that he was female…
Walking carefully, he strode down the hall to find Greta’s bedroom. She had the right to know, first off.
The door was open, and Greta was awake, combing her hair to get ready for the new day.
“Yuuri!” she shrieked, throwing herself at him after dropping her comb. “Good morning! Did Yuuri sleep well?”
The Maou felt a blush start over his cheeks, and nodded. “After the ritual…”
“Oooh! Celi-sama told me all about it!” Greta’s eyes sparkled, and then her face fell. “But you said you weren’t going to…”
He cleared his throat. “Well, about that…”
“Ah, Heika!” Conrad said, suddenly arriving in the door. Yuuri jumped about two feet, whirling around to look at him. “I was looking for you!”
Yuuri started sweating. “Really?”
Conrad nodded, opening his mouth to say something, Gwendal arrived, looking harried, and dodged into Greta’s closet.
“You didn’t see me!” he hissed.
There was a terrifying cackle as Gwendal disappeared, revealing Anissina at the door. Conrad smiled while Yuuri sweated more.
“Excuse me, has anyone seen Gwendal?” she asked, then knelt before Greta. “Oh, Greta! How have you been? Have you seen your Uncle Gwendal anywhere?”
Greta, like everyone else, was cut off when the last member of this debacle arrived, bawling loudly and colliding with enough force to knock Yuuri off his feet-
-and Gunter’s hands went to an extremely uncomfortable place and-
He squeezed- making Yuuri yelp in pain before the entire room went silent.
“Heika?” Gunter’s eyes were wide. He had yet to remove his hands, and absently squeezed again.
“Gunter, that hurts.”
“Oooh,” the man said, eyes turning bright. “Oh, Heika… You decided to join in the ritual, didn’t you?” Gunter’s voice caught. “What love! What devotion! To decide on your own to bear Wolfram’s child and surprise him!”
He let go of Yuuri (who staggered before falling on his bum) to bawl. “Your child will be so beautiful, Heika! A child of two such people… Oh!” he nearly danced away, leaving Yuuri to stare at him in disbelief.
Yuuri’s eyebrow twitched as everyone in the room turned to him. “It wasn’t quite like that…”
“I’m going to be a big sister?” Greta beamed, grabbing Yuuri’s hand.
Conrad’s face was blank, while Anissina cackled louder. “Amazing! A man who can understand a woman’s plight can only be good for the kingdom!”
Gwendal, in absolute shock, stumbled out of the closet and turned to his younger brother.
“Conrad!”
The half human blinked, coming to attention.
“We’re going to be uncles again!” Amazingly, all the wrinkles on his face were lost as he smiled broadly… leaving everyone in the room to go silent and pale with surprise.
Yuuri, who was still trying to explain what had actually happened, just whimpered.
“Oh, heika! You are very delicate right now! I’ll send for Gisela!” Gunter declared, before yanking the poor traumatized Yuuri to his feet and rushing out the door, tears streaming down his face.
Greta then wrapped her arms around Yuuri’s waist, and started whispering to his stomach.
“I promise I’ll be the best big sister you ever had,” Greta promised, making Yuuri smile. “I’ll show you all the best hiding places and how to get sweets from the maids and where to pick flowers and…I never thought my daddy would become a mommy.”
Yuuri whimpered again.
Conrad smiled, before putting a hand on his shoulder. “Hm. I suppose the book became too much for you?” His eyebrow went up, and Yuuri flushed in embarrassment. Neither of them looked at Gwendal, who was shaking his fist with a determined expression, before pulling his knitting needles out of thin air.
However, Anissina did, and descended on the helpless man.
“Oh, thank you for coming back, Gwendal!” she caroled, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck. “We can invent something nice for the baby!”
Yuuri’s eyes bulged. He had no idea who he felt more pity for, Gwendal or his future offspring.
Their eyes were on the door, and he saw two blond heads approaching… Celi-sama was giggling, and Wolfram just looked bewildered.
“Could someone tell me what’s going on?” he asked, eyeing the strange tableau.
“I take it that this was a completely unplanned event?” Conrad said, rubbing his chin.
Yuuri nodded.
“But I had thought you read the book?”
Celi grinned wickedly. “Surely you know a boy’s study habits better than that, Conrad.”
Both brothers looked at each other, before Yuuri started waving his arms, and began the super caffeinated buggy dance (x 10).
“I was going to read it! But I accidentally dropped it in a fire then soaked it putting the fire out and I was going to ask Murata about it but he went back to Earth and didn’t say anything when I told him all I was going to do was tell everyone good luck! Then Celi-“
Both brothers sighed, and turned to their mother, who kept on giggling.
“-told me that I would offend everyone there and I could just see every single knife falling from here to Small Shimaron and I don’t know what they use for a duel over there maybe a drinking glass or a plate-“
“I want a little Yuuri or Wolfram,” she finally said, smiling.
“You were there, mother?” Conrad said, frowning when he realized the implications. She nodded.
“-but I don’t really want to find out and so went ahead and took a drink and then I felt pink, and I don’t know how a person can feel pink but before that I hurt like hell but then I really did feel pink and-“
Wolfram grabbed Yuuri’s shoulders.
“Stop.”
Yuuri stopped.
“Breathe.”
Yuuri started gulping air, having lost most of it; however, he had to wonder how long he would have rambled if Wolfram had not stopped him.
“We should leave now,” he said quietly, looking at his half human brother and mother. Yuuri blinked, before they were pulled out of the room. “This may not be pleasant.”
Yuuri glimpsed Conrad’s stormy face as he gazed coldly at his mother, and they went on to breakfast.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The times of Earth and Shin Makoku seemed to move at different paces- sometimes completely different from each other, sometimes close…
Murata had a vague idea that Shinou knew more about that than he would ever let on.
Behind him, he felt Miko and Shori arrive, splashing upwards into the pool in the Original King’s Palace. They were greeted by the excited squeals of the many priestesses, helping them out of the pool.
“Hello, Geika,” Ulrike said, smiling gently. “Hello, Lady Miko and Lord Shori.” The tiny woman chuckled as they emerged- and found their translation devices.
“Hello, Ulrike-chan!” Miko chirped, as one of the many priestesses offered her a towel. “How have you been?”
“I have been well,” she replied, and Shori chuckled as he dried himself off.
“How has Yu-chan been?” he asked, toweling his hair. Murata smirked faintly, and he could almost hear Shinou’s soft chuckles in the background.
“I believe that story would best be left to Maou-heika,” Ulrike murmured. “Your escort will be here soon.”
Shori, Murata could tell, was immediately suspicious; but he had always known Shori was intelligent. The Great Sage’s amused thoughts were derailed when he saw their escort.
“Hello, Yozak!” he called, waving. The red haired man waved back, leading three horses. “How have things been since I’ve been gone?”
“Oh… nothing… disastrous,” Yozak snickered. “But I think you’d better let the kiddo tell you himself.”
Now both Shori and Miko were getting suspicious.
Murata, of course, knew what had to have happened, but he was very amused by the soft whispers he heard between mother and son as they speculated on recent events.
“Oh boy. Whenever you smile like that I get worried, Geika,” Yozak chuckled, raising an eyebrow at his companion. Murata didn’t answer, just let his glasses flash above his wicked grin. Oh, but this would be so amusing…
Shori and Miko were quite tense by the time they arrived at Blood Pledge Castle, getting a change of clothes before they walked to Shibuya’s study.
“Yu-chan!” Miko called, throwing open the door and heading to her little boy.
Murata eyed the Maou, noting that while his hair and face were mostly the same his Adam’s apple was all but gone. There was almost no difference in the chest area- if you weren’t looking for it, but Murata was- and Yuuri definitely had a chest now.
Yuuri’s eyes went wide when he saw his mother, and Murata stifled a laugh at the “deer in headlights” expression on his face.
// Shinou, dear, you are an evil bastard. You know that? // he gleefully told his old friend.
// For that, Ken, you get to be the godfather. Because I am evil bastard, // came the smug reply. // You had better come up with a good name. //
// GAH! I’m no good with names! You know that! //
His only answer was a laugh, and he could only fume at the man.
// Just you wait. I’ll name your offspring after myself and you’ll hate me for the rest of eternity.//
The laughter continued.
Sighing, Murata fixed his attention back to the world around him… and he saw that Miko was examining her youngest with an expression of concern.
“Yu-chan… is there something you would like to tell us?”
Shori’s face was priceless, in Murata’s opinion. Totally shocked and confused when his mother had started to peel open the front of her son’s costume, staring in consternation as she drew the cloth taut to emphasize the breasts.
“Um… well… You see… There’s this ritual in Shin Makoku where a couple, no matter the gender, can get children if they want them,” Shibuya began, looking up at Wolfram for help. The soldier was standing next to him- they had been talking when the Shibuyas had arrived- and he cleared his throat.
“It changes the sex of one of the couple if that is what it takes for the offspring to be born,” he said, nervously eyeing his soon to be in-laws. “And Yuuri accidentally participated.”
Miko’s sharp intake of air was overshadowed by Shori’s sudden shift to “scary older brother”.
“You- you- you’re saying you got my little brother pregnant?” he snarled, eyes wide and hunched over, taking ponderous steps to the hapless blond.
Wolfram just blinked at him, having adopted a similar expression to his fiancé's.
“I understand you two being together before you are married- that I could live with- but you seduce him, and now you’ve gotten him knocked up- and you two aren’t married? What kind of dishonorable, barbarian country is this?” the older Shibuya roared, advancing on Wolfram and wrapping his hands around his throat.
It didn’t matter that Wolfram, as a far older person and experienced soldier should have been able to break free with little effort. Under normal circumstances Wolfram would have been able to handle Shori Shibuya without breaking a sweat.
However, the righteous wrath of a brother defending his younger sibling was something not even a soldier of Shin Makoku could handle. Especially when that brother had a point.
“But we are engaged, Shori,” Yuuri protested, bouncing up from his desk and dancing around him. “If you kill him now you’ll be leaving the baby without a father!”
His words went unheard as Wolfram began to turn blue.
“Shori! Stop it!”
“No! Not until you get married so that this child will be legitimate!” he snarled, shaking Wolfram like a dog with a rag.
“We can’t get married if you kill him!”
That finally broke through to the obsessed older brother’s fevered mind, and he let go of Wolfram’s throat.
“You had better,” he snarled, turning on Yuuri. “I thought you had been brought up better than this!” he despaired.
Yuuri laughed weakly as fluttered over his lover. He looked over Shori’s shoulder to see Murata howling with laughter in the background as Wolfram regained his normal coloring.
“Uh… well, it really was unplanned… it’s not like I had any idea what I was doing…”
Before Shori could go off on another tirade, Miko put in her two cents.
“So you’ll be wearing a dress?” she said, clapping her hands together. “Oh, you could wear my old dress! You’ll look so beautiful, Yu-chan! It’s been years since I was able to dress you up!”
The entire castle was able to hear Yuuri’s scream of frustration.
To be continued.
A/N: I hope this was funny enough to counteract the angst I tossed in. I’m still wondering how long this arc should be. There are a lot of things I would like to explore in this timeline, but I’m not sure where to put them. Probably, most of the odds and ends will wind up in this arc. The sequel I’ve already entitled “Believe in Time”, and that’s the whole reawakening of Shinou.
Pairing: Wolfram and Yuuri, many others mentioned
Warnings: Spoilers through episodes 62, mentions sex and mpreg
Summary: Yuuri has to deal with the consequences of a giant conspiracy involving not doing his homework. Sucks to be him.
"Forgotten" can be found here.
Previous parts of "Homework" are here:
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Home Work III
Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou does not belong to me and I make no money from this work of fanfiction at all.
A/N: I’m still going to be referring to Yuuri as a “he” despite his sex change. Yuuri still thinks of himself as a guy… despite his new plumbing.
Yuuri looked at himself in the mirror, shaking his head.
There was not much of a difference now that he was fully clothed; his chest was almost flat, and his hips barely wider than they had been. His face was completely the same.
Tugging at the collar of his uniform, he turned to Wolfram, who was eyeing him from his seat on the bed.
“Do you think I make an ugly girl?” he asked, suddenly self conscious.
Wolfram shook his head, frowned, and finally shrugged. “You’ve always been adorable to me.”
Yuuri blushed, and patted his middle.
“So you really think-“
“That’s how the ritual works, Yuuri. You go the palace, drink from the ritual cup, and the change happens. You and your partner make love, and the seed is planted. If it hadn’t worked, you probably would have become male again.” Here he looked vaguely disturbed about something, but Yuuri could not guess what.
“There’s no chance that I could hide this?” It was still embarrassing, with what had happened to the Giant Book of Mazoku Ritual.
Wolfram’s eyebrows shot up. “A Mazoku pregnancy takes longer than a human one, but still, wouldn’t it become obvious?”
Yuuri’s shoulders hunched over, hands unconsciously covering his belly. “But I burned the book…”
“This is our baby here.” Wolfram walked up, and wrapped his arms around Yuuri from behind. “They will be okay with it. After all…”
Yuuri felt the hair on the back of his neck rise when he felt Wolfram’s growl.
“This was all Mother’s idea.”
Wolfram frowned, as he followed the hall to his mother’s bedroom. He had left Yuuri to his own devices for a bit, citing that he needed to handle a little business… being deliberately vague, of course.
He mentally prepared himself for the inevitable hug, and who knows what… He also wondered what he would see when he arrived in her bedchamber. She was usually discreet with her men, if not with her clothes, but this was… something else entirely.
The blond soldier worried his bottom lip, as he stood by her door. He had been full of righteous anger before, but now…
He raised his hand- when the door opened, revealing a pair of heavy teal eyes and mussed blue hair. Flurin looked at Wolfram with a start, and blanched slightly.
“Von Bielefeld-kyo,” she murmured, and Wolfram could see his mother over the top of her head.
“Ah,” he said, awkwardly. Not that there was anything wrong with his mother caring for a woman, it was…
“Um,” Wolfram groped for words. Flurin was a brave, clever woman, despite her humanity- and a distant relative of the Wincott family, to boot. Still…
“I’d like to talk to my mother.”
Flurin turned to his mother, who smiled at her. Flurin raised an eyebrow, her hesitation showing that she would like to stay… Then Celi shook her head, walking to the door wrapped in her robe.
“Dear, this is something I need to settle with my son alone. I’ll talk to you later, all right?” Celi said, kissing her lips briefly.
Wolfram blushed and looked away. It didn’t matter how old he was, or how often he kissed or loved Yuuri; seeing his mother kiss someone was still embarrassing.
The lovely Flurin left, smiling impishly at his mother before closing the door behind her, and Wolfram sighed in exasperation.
“Mother… Why?”
Celi smiled at Wolfram, walking out to the small courtyard attached to her rooms.
“There are a lot of reasons, dear.”
Wolfram followed her out, attempting to keep his patience while she knelt in her scanty robe before a row of her special flowers.
“Flurin is someone I admire. She is someone in a similar situation… and I like her a great deal.” She turned her eyes to Wolfram. “I understand what it is I’m doing, Wolfram. There will be another half-breed child brought into the world.”
Wolfram nodded.
“Do you know why I am not afraid for this child, and why Flurin and I both agreed?”
Wolfram shook his head.
“In the time that Yuuri-heika has been here, there has been a different feeling in the air. I know you know that. Humans and Mazoku are meeting each other and talking, instead of spilling blood. Hope and spring bloom and never seem to fade.” She again turned to her flowers. “This child is being born in the right time, and the right place. We both feel that.”
“How can you…” Wolfram couldn’t make himself finish the sentence. How can you love another human, when the last time hurt so badly?
“Flurin is young, and I am not so much. More to the point, we both know you only have a moment to love and live. We will make the best of the time given us, like I did with Dan Hiri, and she did with her husband Norman.”
Wolfram frowned, and shook his head. This wasn’t why he was here.
“Mother, why did you encourage Yuuri to drink from the cup? You had to have guessed he didn’t know what was going on,” he accused. It was a very sore spot for him.
Celi giggled, then sobered. “Come now, if I can experiment with women, so can you.”
“Mother.”
She sighed, and plucked a flower, gently caressing the petals. “There have been times, that I have felt you were not ours to keep; it was as I had borrowed you. That any time, any day, Shinou would come and take you from us because he needed you more.”
Not seeing Wolfram’s suddenly pale face, she went on, putting the blossom, Beautiful Wolfram, in his lapel.
“You love each other, and I want Yuuri to have a piece of you to keep.” Her hand went to her youngest son’s face. “I’ve been a very lucky woman. All of my boys have been safe, and come back to me, when so many mothers have lost their children.” She gently combed her fingers through Wolfram’s blond hair. “I also know that won’t last forever. Wolfram… dear Wolfram, please don’t begrudge me this,” she softly pleaded.
He put his arms around his mother’s shoulders, hugging her tightly so not to have to see the tears starting. Wolfram didn’t know if she knew of the devil’s bargain he had made with Shinou to save Yuuri, but he knew she understood that time was limited.
“It’s all right, mother,” he said softly, petting her hair. “It will be all right.”
“Do you hate me then?”
“No. I’m just… annoyed. If I had decided, it would have been me undergoing the ritual.”
“And you don’t know what to do with a girl body,” she added. Wolfram wished briefly that he wasn’t trying to comfort her so he could glare.
“Mother…”
Yuuri looked at himself in the mirror. There was something wrong with his profile and he kept twisting and moving around, looking at himself.
Nine months, or however long a Mazoku pregnancy would take. Yuuri’s eye twitched. He would be in the body of a woman; a pregnant woman.
God.
Looking down at his middle, he tried to imagine himself with a big belly. Then he imagined himself holding a baby… and he felt his stomach flutter. Would the baby look like him, or Wolfram? Would it be a boy or a girl? Would Greta like being a big sister?
Taking a deep breath, he checked himself over once more. No, it was not immediately noticeable at all that he was female…
Walking carefully, he strode down the hall to find Greta’s bedroom. She had the right to know, first off.
The door was open, and Greta was awake, combing her hair to get ready for the new day.
“Yuuri!” she shrieked, throwing herself at him after dropping her comb. “Good morning! Did Yuuri sleep well?”
The Maou felt a blush start over his cheeks, and nodded. “After the ritual…”
“Oooh! Celi-sama told me all about it!” Greta’s eyes sparkled, and then her face fell. “But you said you weren’t going to…”
He cleared his throat. “Well, about that…”
“Ah, Heika!” Conrad said, suddenly arriving in the door. Yuuri jumped about two feet, whirling around to look at him. “I was looking for you!”
Yuuri started sweating. “Really?”
Conrad nodded, opening his mouth to say something, Gwendal arrived, looking harried, and dodged into Greta’s closet.
“You didn’t see me!” he hissed.
There was a terrifying cackle as Gwendal disappeared, revealing Anissina at the door. Conrad smiled while Yuuri sweated more.
“Excuse me, has anyone seen Gwendal?” she asked, then knelt before Greta. “Oh, Greta! How have you been? Have you seen your Uncle Gwendal anywhere?”
Greta, like everyone else, was cut off when the last member of this debacle arrived, bawling loudly and colliding with enough force to knock Yuuri off his feet-
-and Gunter’s hands went to an extremely uncomfortable place and-
He squeezed- making Yuuri yelp in pain before the entire room went silent.
“Heika?” Gunter’s eyes were wide. He had yet to remove his hands, and absently squeezed again.
“Gunter, that hurts.”
“Oooh,” the man said, eyes turning bright. “Oh, Heika… You decided to join in the ritual, didn’t you?” Gunter’s voice caught. “What love! What devotion! To decide on your own to bear Wolfram’s child and surprise him!”
He let go of Yuuri (who staggered before falling on his bum) to bawl. “Your child will be so beautiful, Heika! A child of two such people… Oh!” he nearly danced away, leaving Yuuri to stare at him in disbelief.
Yuuri’s eyebrow twitched as everyone in the room turned to him. “It wasn’t quite like that…”
“I’m going to be a big sister?” Greta beamed, grabbing Yuuri’s hand.
Conrad’s face was blank, while Anissina cackled louder. “Amazing! A man who can understand a woman’s plight can only be good for the kingdom!”
Gwendal, in absolute shock, stumbled out of the closet and turned to his younger brother.
“Conrad!”
The half human blinked, coming to attention.
“We’re going to be uncles again!” Amazingly, all the wrinkles on his face were lost as he smiled broadly… leaving everyone in the room to go silent and pale with surprise.
Yuuri, who was still trying to explain what had actually happened, just whimpered.
“Oh, heika! You are very delicate right now! I’ll send for Gisela!” Gunter declared, before yanking the poor traumatized Yuuri to his feet and rushing out the door, tears streaming down his face.
Greta then wrapped her arms around Yuuri’s waist, and started whispering to his stomach.
“I promise I’ll be the best big sister you ever had,” Greta promised, making Yuuri smile. “I’ll show you all the best hiding places and how to get sweets from the maids and where to pick flowers and…I never thought my daddy would become a mommy.”
Yuuri whimpered again.
Conrad smiled, before putting a hand on his shoulder. “Hm. I suppose the book became too much for you?” His eyebrow went up, and Yuuri flushed in embarrassment. Neither of them looked at Gwendal, who was shaking his fist with a determined expression, before pulling his knitting needles out of thin air.
However, Anissina did, and descended on the helpless man.
“Oh, thank you for coming back, Gwendal!” she caroled, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck. “We can invent something nice for the baby!”
Yuuri’s eyes bulged. He had no idea who he felt more pity for, Gwendal or his future offspring.
Their eyes were on the door, and he saw two blond heads approaching… Celi-sama was giggling, and Wolfram just looked bewildered.
“Could someone tell me what’s going on?” he asked, eyeing the strange tableau.
“I take it that this was a completely unplanned event?” Conrad said, rubbing his chin.
Yuuri nodded.
“But I had thought you read the book?”
Celi grinned wickedly. “Surely you know a boy’s study habits better than that, Conrad.”
Both brothers looked at each other, before Yuuri started waving his arms, and began the super caffeinated buggy dance (x 10).
“I was going to read it! But I accidentally dropped it in a fire then soaked it putting the fire out and I was going to ask Murata about it but he went back to Earth and didn’t say anything when I told him all I was going to do was tell everyone good luck! Then Celi-“
Both brothers sighed, and turned to their mother, who kept on giggling.
“-told me that I would offend everyone there and I could just see every single knife falling from here to Small Shimaron and I don’t know what they use for a duel over there maybe a drinking glass or a plate-“
“I want a little Yuuri or Wolfram,” she finally said, smiling.
“You were there, mother?” Conrad said, frowning when he realized the implications. She nodded.
“-but I don’t really want to find out and so went ahead and took a drink and then I felt pink, and I don’t know how a person can feel pink but before that I hurt like hell but then I really did feel pink and-“
Wolfram grabbed Yuuri’s shoulders.
“Stop.”
Yuuri stopped.
“Breathe.”
Yuuri started gulping air, having lost most of it; however, he had to wonder how long he would have rambled if Wolfram had not stopped him.
“We should leave now,” he said quietly, looking at his half human brother and mother. Yuuri blinked, before they were pulled out of the room. “This may not be pleasant.”
Yuuri glimpsed Conrad’s stormy face as he gazed coldly at his mother, and they went on to breakfast.
The times of Earth and Shin Makoku seemed to move at different paces- sometimes completely different from each other, sometimes close…
Murata had a vague idea that Shinou knew more about that than he would ever let on.
Behind him, he felt Miko and Shori arrive, splashing upwards into the pool in the Original King’s Palace. They were greeted by the excited squeals of the many priestesses, helping them out of the pool.
“Hello, Geika,” Ulrike said, smiling gently. “Hello, Lady Miko and Lord Shori.” The tiny woman chuckled as they emerged- and found their translation devices.
“Hello, Ulrike-chan!” Miko chirped, as one of the many priestesses offered her a towel. “How have you been?”
“I have been well,” she replied, and Shori chuckled as he dried himself off.
“How has Yu-chan been?” he asked, toweling his hair. Murata smirked faintly, and he could almost hear Shinou’s soft chuckles in the background.
“I believe that story would best be left to Maou-heika,” Ulrike murmured. “Your escort will be here soon.”
Shori, Murata could tell, was immediately suspicious; but he had always known Shori was intelligent. The Great Sage’s amused thoughts were derailed when he saw their escort.
“Hello, Yozak!” he called, waving. The red haired man waved back, leading three horses. “How have things been since I’ve been gone?”
“Oh… nothing… disastrous,” Yozak snickered. “But I think you’d better let the kiddo tell you himself.”
Now both Shori and Miko were getting suspicious.
Murata, of course, knew what had to have happened, but he was very amused by the soft whispers he heard between mother and son as they speculated on recent events.
“Oh boy. Whenever you smile like that I get worried, Geika,” Yozak chuckled, raising an eyebrow at his companion. Murata didn’t answer, just let his glasses flash above his wicked grin. Oh, but this would be so amusing…
Shori and Miko were quite tense by the time they arrived at Blood Pledge Castle, getting a change of clothes before they walked to Shibuya’s study.
“Yu-chan!” Miko called, throwing open the door and heading to her little boy.
Murata eyed the Maou, noting that while his hair and face were mostly the same his Adam’s apple was all but gone. There was almost no difference in the chest area- if you weren’t looking for it, but Murata was- and Yuuri definitely had a chest now.
Yuuri’s eyes went wide when he saw his mother, and Murata stifled a laugh at the “deer in headlights” expression on his face.
// Shinou, dear, you are an evil bastard. You know that? // he gleefully told his old friend.
// For that, Ken, you get to be the godfather. Because I am evil bastard, // came the smug reply. // You had better come up with a good name. //
// GAH! I’m no good with names! You know that! //
His only answer was a laugh, and he could only fume at the man.
// Just you wait. I’ll name your offspring after myself and you’ll hate me for the rest of eternity.//
The laughter continued.
Sighing, Murata fixed his attention back to the world around him… and he saw that Miko was examining her youngest with an expression of concern.
“Yu-chan… is there something you would like to tell us?”
Shori’s face was priceless, in Murata’s opinion. Totally shocked and confused when his mother had started to peel open the front of her son’s costume, staring in consternation as she drew the cloth taut to emphasize the breasts.
“Um… well… You see… There’s this ritual in Shin Makoku where a couple, no matter the gender, can get children if they want them,” Shibuya began, looking up at Wolfram for help. The soldier was standing next to him- they had been talking when the Shibuyas had arrived- and he cleared his throat.
“It changes the sex of one of the couple if that is what it takes for the offspring to be born,” he said, nervously eyeing his soon to be in-laws. “And Yuuri accidentally participated.”
Miko’s sharp intake of air was overshadowed by Shori’s sudden shift to “scary older brother”.
“You- you- you’re saying you got my little brother pregnant?” he snarled, eyes wide and hunched over, taking ponderous steps to the hapless blond.
Wolfram just blinked at him, having adopted a similar expression to his fiancé's.
“I understand you two being together before you are married- that I could live with- but you seduce him, and now you’ve gotten him knocked up- and you two aren’t married? What kind of dishonorable, barbarian country is this?” the older Shibuya roared, advancing on Wolfram and wrapping his hands around his throat.
It didn’t matter that Wolfram, as a far older person and experienced soldier should have been able to break free with little effort. Under normal circumstances Wolfram would have been able to handle Shori Shibuya without breaking a sweat.
However, the righteous wrath of a brother defending his younger sibling was something not even a soldier of Shin Makoku could handle. Especially when that brother had a point.
“But we are engaged, Shori,” Yuuri protested, bouncing up from his desk and dancing around him. “If you kill him now you’ll be leaving the baby without a father!”
His words went unheard as Wolfram began to turn blue.
“Shori! Stop it!”
“No! Not until you get married so that this child will be legitimate!” he snarled, shaking Wolfram like a dog with a rag.
“We can’t get married if you kill him!”
That finally broke through to the obsessed older brother’s fevered mind, and he let go of Wolfram’s throat.
“You had better,” he snarled, turning on Yuuri. “I thought you had been brought up better than this!” he despaired.
Yuuri laughed weakly as fluttered over his lover. He looked over Shori’s shoulder to see Murata howling with laughter in the background as Wolfram regained his normal coloring.
“Uh… well, it really was unplanned… it’s not like I had any idea what I was doing…”
Before Shori could go off on another tirade, Miko put in her two cents.
“So you’ll be wearing a dress?” she said, clapping her hands together. “Oh, you could wear my old dress! You’ll look so beautiful, Yu-chan! It’s been years since I was able to dress you up!”
The entire castle was able to hear Yuuri’s scream of frustration.
To be continued.
A/N: I hope this was funny enough to counteract the angst I tossed in. I’m still wondering how long this arc should be. There are a lot of things I would like to explore in this timeline, but I’m not sure where to put them. Probably, most of the odds and ends will wind up in this arc. The sequel I’ve already entitled “Believe in Time”, and that’s the whole reawakening of Shinou.
