Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Pulled in Two Directions ❯ The Incense Blower ( Chapter 2 )

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Yuri allowed himself to get distracted from the bustle of the mall enough to study the details of an incense blower in the shape of a turquoise dragon. The detail on the scales and the wings made it look rather realistic for an incense blower. He took a closer look and his eyes widened when the dragon actually blinked.

Anime/Manga: Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Shounen / Romance / Drama / Adventure | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.03.2008 | Updated On: 01.14.2017 | Pages: 5 | Words: 2.5K | Visits: 365 | Status: Work In Progress

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Chapter 2: The Incense Blower

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The consequences of one's actions are akin to a drop of water forming a myriad of ripples in its wake.

~~~~~~~~~~~~Drow Neztirix~~~~~~~~~~~~

No mansion, houses, or living quarters of the like could ever compare to the size of the Demon King's castle. The structure was twice an average city's size and could even be seen from any corner of their country. Massive towers, labyrinth-like halls, and equally complex courtyards added to the vastly unnecessary architecture of the place.

Within one of the aforementioned courtyards, two blonde boys conversed. One was nearly hidden within a cloak and the other was overly noticeable, even while wearing normal clothes. The boy wearing the cloak was seated atop a sea-green dragon with a dark green underbelly and whiskers. The boy on the ground wore a dull green shirt and gray pants, but had the face of an angel.

"Oh come on, Wolfram!" The cloaked boy on the dragon whined as his freckled nose twitched. "This one's really tame!" He lived in a farm that raised dragons not too far away from the castle. He rode three or four different dragons a day, not unlike humans walking their pets. Though he and Wolfram had played since they were kids, he never managed to convince him to ride the tiniest of dragons. Rick was beginning to worry if his friend had a phobia that he wasn't aware of.

"No," Was Wolfram's solid answer. The lighter blonde brushed away the dust from the sleeves and pants that were blown upon him during the dragon's landing. After a moment, he turned away from his friend in disgust. "I don't believe in enslaving superior beings."

"It's only one ride!" The wheat-blonde boy persisted. "Since when has riding dragons become some form of enslavement? The dragon beneath him pawed at the ground, becoming impatient with his rider.

"One should never ride another being without permission," Wolfram stated while looking into the dragon's yellow eyes with sincerity. "Besides, shouldn't you be flying two other dragons before dusk, Rick?"

"What the hell ever, they're nothing but mindless animals." Rick muttered under his breath. He had never asked to work at the dragon stables or take care of the nobles' dragons. Wolfram, who had taken a few paces away, was a bit too far to hear him. However, the dragon heard what Rick said and promptly knocked him off his back.

"Ack!" Rick exclaimed, hitting the ground.

With a smirk on its face, the dragon nodded a good bye towards Wolfram before he walked away, leaving Rick rubbing his backside in pain. The dragon waited patiently for his rider to remount before getting ready to depart.

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Wolfram made his way down a few hallways after he left the courtyard, and was about to turn a corner, when he froze at the sound of voices. Instinctively, he flattened himself against the wall, torn between his curiosity and the desire to sneak away.

"And he ordered it all on a whim? Just like that? Without thinking of the consequences?"

"The king is rash at times, but I think this is goes a bit deeper than that..."

Wolfram recognized the voices of Günter and Gwendal immediately. 'Just what are they talking about?' He thought to himself.

"And sending Jozak, of all people!" Günter huffed.

"I believe that is the least of our worries right now," Gwendal snapped. Jozak was one of his trusted spies. He couldn't help but feel as if Günter's comment was an indirect hit at him.

"Well, I am going to see if I can get better details from Anissina!" Günter declared with dramatic flair before marching off into the direction of Anissina's lab.

When Günter was well out of earshot, Gwendal let out a sigh. He knew well enough to sense whenever his brother's presence was nearby. "Asking is an easier alternative to eavesdropping."

Wolfram winced inwardly. Ok, so he was caught. His desire to find out what was going on outweighed his embarrassment. "Well, then...I'm asking."

~~~~~~Earth~~~~~~

"Of all the places to hang out, why the mall?" An unenthusiastic Yuri asked his childhood friend.

"Who doesn't hang out at the mall every once in a while?" Ken countered. "The merchandise, the electronics, the entertainment..."

"The loud children," Yuri complained as a boy and a girl stepped on his foot while playing and yelling. "Ouch!"

"You forget we were once wild kids, too," Ken countered with a chuckle.

"Yeah, but still! We weren't that bad," Yuri replied. "At least, I don't remember us being that bad."

"According to our mothers, we were," Ken supplied. His line of vision was drawn to one of the kiosks in the middle of the mall. "Hey, look! Incense blowers..."

Yuri followed Ken's gaze. The kiosk held all kinds of incense blowers, most of them had a fantasy theme. Yuri allowed himself to get distracted from the bustle of the mall enough to study the details of an incense blower in the shape of a turquoise dragon. The detail on the scales and the wings made it look rather realistic for an incense blower. He took a closer look and his eyes widened when the dragon actually blinked. "What the hell?" He gasped, feeling a little pale.

"Huh?" Ken sent a questioning glance at Yuri. He had been in an ongoing conversation with the owner of the booth and they were both startled when Yuri suddenly cried out. "Yuri? What is it?"

"You're not going to believe me, but I swear that the dragon blinked!" Yuri whimpered in one breath while pointing shakily at the turquoise dragon.

The owner of the booth and Ken both looked at the dragon that Yuri pointed out in mild curiosity. "Yes, the details are very good on this one Yuri, I can see why it left such an impression on you."

'I knew it,' Yuri thought. 'He doesn't believe me at all!'

"We'll buy it," Ken decided, giving Yuri a shock as he handed the money to the owner. "No, we won't need a box or a bag, just the receipt will do."

The two boys left the booth with the dragon in hand and quietly took a seat on a bench in one of the corners of the mall. Yuri chose to break the silence. "So, why did you buy it?"

"If I remember correctly, you never were one to lie," Ken began before holding up the dragon to inspect it. He didn't doubt that Yuri saw something in the incense blower, but he did pay a lot of money for it. "So, I knew that you were either telling the truth or that the incense seeped through your brain and you were starting to see things..."

"Gee, thanks," Yuri mumbled sarcastically. "But, I think I'd know if, all of a sudden, I started seeing things-" Yuri's voice trailed off when the dragon took that very moment to shake a bit in Ken's hands and, then, it defecated right on the teenager's pants. "Ha! Told you! Talk about gross."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Drow Neztirix~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Tell me you're joking!" Wolfram shrieked, an incredulous expression on his face, and his very hands trembling. He looked at his older brother's face with a pleading glance, but Gwendal only shut his eyes and shook his head.

"He-he can't do that!" Wolfram pressed on. "I-I won't go through with it! I can't!"

"Those were his direct orders," Gwendal re-affirmed with something akin to pity in his voice. "As a peace offering to the neighboring world, you are to be given as a gift to their representative."