Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ Pulled in Two Directions ❯ The True Demon King ( Chapter 4 )

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His eyes landed on the man near the balcony. Wolfram's eyes narrowed in an attempt to adjust to the dark. The man at the balcony sensed his movement and turned slightly. He gave Wolfram a piercing gaze, his eyes glowing a silvery blue.

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: 6 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 294 | Status: Work In Progress

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Chapter 4: The True Demon King

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Swish, swish, swish. The cold floor slid beneath a black adder that was moving along one of the corridors of the Demon castle. As its tongue sensed the ground before him, the adder made its way to the baths of the Demon King. Slitted blue eyes looked up as they approached a pale, wet foot. The serpentine gaze traveled up the leg attached to the foot, up the muscular torso, and paused on the tilted head of his master. The snake lifted itself upon the demon's leg and coiled around his body, carefully sliding around his neck to make a u-turn and swiveled around his arm.

The demon king had his eyes closed, allowing thousands of water droplets to soothe him. The water dripped around him, adding a light weight onto his long, black hair. He felt the presence of his servant and waited until the black adder curled around his arm. His moment of peace temporarily interrupted, the demon opened his red and yellow eyes and sent the snake a 'what is it now' glance. The snake stared back, unblinking, before sending the king a few thoughts telepathically.

'They've all been found, master,' The adder explained. 'They are all waiting for you in the throne room.'

'Are they?' The king replied mentally, instantly thrilled. 'We shouldn't keep them waiting...' He held the snake in place the moment it began to descend. 'Wait, Raven. I said that we shouldn't keep them waiting. However, they can stand to wait several minutes longer.' He was the king, after all, the demon thought as he scratched beneath the adder's head, giving it a sultry gaze behind his glowing eyes.

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Jozak, Conrad, Günter, Rick, Yuri, and Wolfram were all seated upon large red pillows in the middle of the throne room. They were all waiting for the Demon King to appear. The tension in the room was almost unbearable. The only ones that seemed to be immune to the tense atmosphere were Ken and Varyx. The odd pair shared a large violet pillow, unlike the others, with the dragon resting on Ken's lap. No one said a word or chanced a glance at one another. All except for Günter, who seemed to have taken a liking to Yuri ever since they found him beneath the cave. He couldn't tear his gaze away from the youth.

Yuri had so many questions swirling around in his head. He couldn't figure out which ones he wanted to ask first. Why were they there? That was an important one. Just how much did Conrad know about this place and since when did he know Jozak? That was another mystery. Why the hell was Ken so calm about all this? The questions seemed to swell and Yuri found, to his amazement, that he was beginning to feel a pulsing headache coming on. The headache continued to intensify to the point that, when the Demon King finally appeared, Yuri felt as if he could faint.

Little did Yuri know that Wolfram had similar questions running through his mind, as well. However, Wolfram's quivering stomach was justified. He wondered who the strangers were, why they were there, and where they came from. He wondered about the sanity of their Demon King being intact. Most importantly, he wondered just which one of the strangers he was supposed to be given to as a, he gulped lightly, gift...and for what purpose. When the king and his servant showed up, Wolfram had a slight idea as to why he was being given away as a gift, if Raven's slightly tussled appearance were any clue. He felt sick to his stomach. May his Demon ancestors and the deities save him.

Ken, on the other hand, wasn't confused at all. All the series of events that occurred, and all that he observed in the beginning of their journey, were but puzzle pieces that he slid to the back of his mind for future reference. With patience, the entire truth would be uncovered and things would turn out how they were meant to be. At least, as soon as he gathered enough information. The young man looked down at the dragon that he was petting. Little Varyx could be absolutely full of information. 'If only dragons could talk,' He thought.

The dragon lifted his head to stare directly into Ken's eyes. 'We can't talk like humans do, but we have our own form of communication,' He commented with, what appeared to be, a dragon's smirk.

That was quite a surprise for Ken. 'You can communicate telepathically? Why didn't you mention it before?'

'I only converse with people I trust,' Was the dragon's reply.

"Welcome," The Demon King began as soon as he sat down. He wore a long-sleeved, tight black shirt and equally as tight black pants. "I am King Razden. And I have invited you to our world in the hopes that you may help us find a relic..."

Invited? Maybe it was just Yuri, but none of that 'dimension hopping' and 'dragon sending' seemed like an invitation to him. He was dragged there against his will, surely!

"The relic that holds our world together is shattering. Without a replacement relic, our world will cease to exist..."

"What caused the relic to shatter, if I may ask?" Asked Ken with an unreadable look on his face. A relic was usually the remains or memento of figures of historical importance back on Earth. Did a relic hold the same meaning in this one? How could such a thing possibly hold an entire world together?

"That is something we ourselves do not know," The Demon King replied. "With the help of your world's representative, we could find that out along with a replacement relic to help save our world."

"Our world's representative?" This time, it was Yuri who asked the question.

"Anissina's mirror gave us a clue as to who it is," King Razden replied with a pointed glance at Conrad.

Conrad smiled at this. "I am afraid that your mirror is wrong. I am not Earth's representative. That title belongs to Yuri."

"What? Me?" Asked an incredulous Yuri. As if the teenager weren't uncomfortable enough with so many strange people in the same room. Now, everyone was staring at him. It was all too much for him. A moment later, Yuri slumped onto his pillow, unconscious.

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"Let go of me!" Yelled a fuming Wolfram as he was shoved into the representative's room and locked in from the outside. "This is ridiculous! LET ME OUT!"

After a few attempts of trying to wrench the door open by tugging at the handle and pushing against the wall with his feet, Wolfram took a few shaky steps back and plopped onto a chair. Everything that happened felt like a whirlwind in his head. He propped his elbows on his knees and lowered his head. His hands tugged at his hair in frustration. With a deep breath, he recalled the events one by one.

He had been seated with the other-worldians, waiting for their king's verdict. The blond had been distracted about his position and wondered who the real representative was. What he should have been doing instead was to think of a way to get out of being given away like a breeding mare! He was steeling himself for a protest when the true representative was revealed to be that boy! He could not believe that the very oaf that had fallen on him earlier that day was the real representative. He had a feeling that his nightmare had just begun from the moment that the fool collapsed.

Wolfram's dreamy expression cleared a bit as he focused on staring at the designs of the tiled floor, fighting the urge to look anywhere else. His train of thought picked up where he left off. The young representative had blacked-out and his companions had rushed over to him. The blonde would never forget the pleased look that came across King Razden's face as he suggested that the representative retire to a chamber of his own. And what had become of Wolfram? The moment that the nurse declared the representative to be well, he was shoved into the room, and thus, he was trapped.

Growing restless, he got to his feet and approached the immense bed on which rested the bane of his existence, and his worst horror, the other-worldian representative. He was the being to which the very king of his country had given him away to. Anger rose in him as he thought, 'How could the king do this to me!? Of all the other-worldians, I'm surely stuck with the worst.'

Without realizing it, Wolfram found himself crouching near Yuri's face. He was amazed that such an usually expressive face could look so normal when asleep. As a matter of fact, he didn't appear as much of an idiot when asleep, either. Then, why did he have such an urge to punch him in the face when he was awake? Sure, he was a loud and annoying clutz...but, why did he make him so angry?

The blonde tensed when Yuri's breathing changed slightly. Making sure that he was still asleep, he turned around and walked over to the cabinet. Just as he thought, most of his belongings were already hung up and folded in the drawers. Brilliant. With a sigh, he began to undress. Yuri won this battle, but the war was far from over.

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Yuri woke up in the middle of the night feeling an intense shot of pain in his stomach. His mind didn't register the fact that he was in a luxurious bed, nor that he was sharing it with another, or that he was currently wearing the strangest pair of blue-striped pajamas. No. The pain in his stomach was so strong that he was rendered half blind as tears blurred his vision. He stumbled off the bed and towards the balcony. The young man turned the handle and cursed when he found that it was locked. With a low growl, he turned the handle again and both of the balcony doors flew open, allowing a strong gust of icy wind to blow around him and into the room.

Behind Yuri, a sleeping Wolfram curled up in bed. The chill from the wind caused his eyes to blink open. A bit disoriented, and forgetting where he was, Wolfram shot up and looked around wildly. His eyes landed on the man near the balcony. The blonde's eyes narrowed in an attempt to adjust to the dark.

The man at the balcony sensed his movement and turned slightly. He gave Wolfram a piercing gaze, his eyes glowing a silvery blue.

Wolfram stared in shock as the wind continued to swirl around the balcony. He became mesmerized by the man's gaze and the slightly longer hair whipping around him.

"I am the Maoh," Yuri stated in a deeper voice than usual. "The true Demon King."

Wolfram inched back across the bed as the 'Maoh' approached him. He stared into those strange glowing eyes and began to feel dizzy. An instant later, the blonde fainted.

The Maoh reached out to hold the limp man up with his arm, the palm of his other hand glowed with the same silvery blue hue as his eyes. With this hand, he touched Wolfram's forehead. A gold mark blazed there and faded away as quickly as it had appeared.

"So, that's who you are," He murmured, amused. "I thank you."

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Yuri awoke to a most peculiar sound coming from outside. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, trying to recognize that that strange sound was. Could it be...a goose honking? Curious, he leapt out of bed and peered out the balcony to see if he could identify the source of the noise. On a tree branch nearby, a familiar creature was perched. 'So, it's only Varyx...'

Accustomed to doing chores, Yuri dragged himself back over to fix the bed. That was when he found a strange lump protruding from the sheets. Feeling a chill going down his spine at just about every unknown aspect of that world, he clenched his teeth and pulled the comforter down. He was treated to the sight of a half-asleep Wolfram wearing a long, white nightgown with ruffles at the end and laced up with a blue string.

"What. The. Hell?" Yuri drawled. Had he been sleeping next to this curled up, ruffled ball of doom all night? "Just who are you and what do you think you're doing in my bed-?" He trailed off as he thought of an even scarier thought. Could it be that he was the one in the blonde's room, sleeping on the stranger's bed? The hair on the back of Yuri's neck stood on end as Wolfram stirred from his slumber. He had a feeling that he shouldn't stick around to find out. With a mad dash, Yuri sped from the room, still in his pajamas. He didn't care where he was going as long as it was away from that sleeping beauty!