Kyou Kara Maou Fan Fiction ❯ This Devil's Workday ❯ This Devil's Workday Part I ( Chapter 1 )

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Me: Once upon a time, Luna gave a challenge on AFF. To use one of thirteen items in a Yuuram and/or (?) Gwen/Gunter Kyou kara Maoh! story. I don't know if she wanted both pairings, but, well I didn't use both, so I may be disqualified for it… oh well! As I read the list, I said to Tommy: “I bet we could use ALL of them. What say you?”

Tommy: I replied, “No contest.”

Me & Tommy: *Laugh behind hands at own brilliance*

Innocent Bystander: …if you're so brilliant, why did it take so long to get out?

Me: *Rolls up sleeves to deal with Innocent Bystander*

Tommy: *Super-Ignoring screams & talks to producers* Well, it seems the Mistress is busy, so I'll take it from here. *Looks at audience* Warning: the following will contain anywhere from .023/1 to All of the following…cursing, suggestive humor, possible humor, fantasizing, extreme weird and wonderful…“weird and wonderful?” **toneless laughter** More like eccentric situations…seductions, and eventual lemon-flavorings. The tone is dominantly, overbearingly Yuuram, so if you were hoping for something other than that, and/or if you're opposed to the aforementioned warnings, please excuse yourself now. Otherwise, Herme et Tommy XXIII Inc. shall not be liable for any damage your may find yourself experiencing. Otherwise, if everything seems to be in order, please enjoy the following.

 

May 2006— 24. February.2007(Damn! A year for this?!?)

 

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This Devil's Workday

Part I

 

Yuri leaned back in his office chair [1] and stretched his back before rotating his shoulders. This kind of near-cubicle, office desk work was literally turning him into a working stiff. Apparently, he wasn't the only one either: his neighbor, Anissina, heaved a sigh beside him.

 

“One day,” she swore, “one day, I'm gonna make the greatest invention [7] of all time. I'm gonna design an invention that will cure the need for both sleep and food.”

 

“Maybe you should start with the cure for work,” Gunter, Anissina's neighbor, put in.

 

“Maybe you should *really* start with finishing the work you've already got before trying to start more,” Yozak, Anissina's across-the-way neighbor, piped up.

 

Murata snickered into his paperwork from the peanut gallery, positioned to Yozak's right, and directly across from Gunter. Yuri turned his attention to the last member of their party of six, who was keeping adamantly silent. Said member looked up when he felt Yuri's eyes on him. His glance was enough to force Yuri to hurriedly return to his work. However, Yuri didn't get more than a few words in from the papers he was supposed to be reading before absolute boredom repossessed him.

 

Four months (only *four* months!) he'd been working for this company, DokiDoki! Incorporated. Like so many of his generation, Yuri had been plucked out of the crowd and hired almost before he could even get out of his graduation robes. Not more than thirty seconds after, his seat wasn't even warm yet, his worst nightmare…okay, well, at least, a highly unpleasant situation, occurred. Wolfram von Bielefelt had been hired as well.

 

Wolfram von Bielefelt.

 

Yuri remembered him. He remembered his large green eyes. He remembered the blonde hair. He remembered the perfect form, the swaggering way he had of walking, a come-hither sort of walk. He remembered the lilt of his voice as he pronounced the foreign Japanese. He remembered.

 

He also remembered that this was that same bastard that stole that final game of the season from him. Typically, Yuri was the “forgive and forget” type, but this time…

 

“It's the bottom of the ninth, the score is nothing-to-nothing!” the announcer was saying. “One out, count two-three, on bases two and three. It's the scenario for a one-hit sayonara game!”

 

Yuri had been the catcher, and the guy batting didn't swing all the way. Just tapped the ball. Surprised, Yuri jumped up from his crouching position, throwing his faceguard. He watched as a teammate grabbed the ball. The ball sailed through the air towards him. His arm shot up. The ball landed in his glove! Just in time! The guy on third was sliding into home, and Yuri threw himself on him, desperate to tag him out. A huge cloud of dust rose at their meeting, and when it settled, it revealed Yuri's glove touching the player's leg, but…his glove was empty!

 

“Safe! Safe!” the umpire shouted.

 

“Safe! He's safe!” the announcer echoed. “It's a sayonara game!”

 

Yuri remained on the ground, in shock. What had happened? How had he lost the ball like that? The crowd went wild, cheering the visiting team. The visiting team themselves cheered and jumped on each other, having won the season. All but one.

 

Calming himself, Yuri reminded himself that it was just a game, and that he had tried the best he could. A shadow over him made him take notice that the player had stood up. Wolfram didn't move away to rejoin his teammates, however, he remained looking down at him. Yuri remembered the cherry-tinted cheeks, the sweat as it ran down the side of Wolfram's dusty face from the exertion. And he remembered those succulent pink-tinged lips parting to say…

 

“Hmph, you wimp.”

 

Yuri blinked. Had those words really…this boy he…wait, what? But then, the vision before him turned and left, leaving Yuri in the dirt to shout…

 

“I AM NOT A WIMP!”

 

His cry fell like a heavy sin in the office, and for a moment silence reigned.

 

“Um…” Anissina began.

 

“What the…” Gunter continued.

 

“…hell…” Yozak added.

 

“…Shibuya?” Murata finished up. “No one said you were.”

 

“Oh dear,” Gunter continued. “Are you not feeling well? Maybe you need some water?”

 

“Or a head doctor,” Yozak suggested, helpfully.

 

“I'm sure I could invent something that cures mental diseases.”

 

“I—no, I'm fine…sorry,” Yuri stammered, conversation starting around him again, but this time on the causes and cures for schizophrenia.

 

Suddenly furious, Yuri gripped his pencil hard and looked up to glare at Wolfram, just for good measure, but his tirade ground to a halt as he looked up to find he was already being stared at.

 

Briefly startled, Yuri almost missed the tiny smirk at the corner of Wolfram's lips. Almost.

 

Pissed off beyond all reason, Yuri opened his mouth to tell Mr. Wolfram von Bielefelt a bit of his mind but before a word could escape, someone called his name.

 

“Mr. Shibuya?”

 

Yuri's head, and those of the other five occupants in his office, turned to see Mr. Weller, their supervisor, sticking his head out of his small private office.

 

“Can I speak with you for a minute in my office?” Mr. Weller continued.

 

“Y-yes,” Yuri stammered as he stood up from his chair to make his way over to the office.

 

Oh, shit. His supervisor had obviously heard Yuri's outburst. The walls weren't soundproof! And now Yuri was probably going to be sent home, probably because he was “unstable” or something. Oh, shit.

 

“Good luck,” came Gunter's support.

 

“Don't worry, my invention will come through one day,” Anissina added.

 

“We'll keep your seat warm for the next guy,” was Yozak's two cents worth.

 

“Talking to yourself is a sign of genius,” Murata told him. “Your hard work is finally paying off, Shibuya!”

 

Oh, shit. Yuri gave them all a good sarcastic smile before turning to look at Wolfram. He almost missed the tiny smirk at the corner of Wolfram's lips. Almost.

 

Yuri quickly turned and ran towards the office where Mr. Weller was waiting before he said something else to get his ass fired. When the door was closed behind them, Yuri immediately began to try and plead his case.

 

“Whoa, calm down, Mr. Shibuya!” Mr. Weller said, laughing softly. “You're not in trouble. The best of us talk to ourselves sometimes.”

 

“So, I'm not going to be fired?” Yuri asked, hardly daring to hope.

 

“No, of course not! The reason I called you in here, Mr. Shibuya, is because—”

 

“You know,” Yuri cut in. “Sorry to stop you, but you don't have to keep calling me that…Conrad. Just Yuri is okay, y'know?”

 

Conrad Weller smiled. “Just because I'm your godfather doesn't mean we shouldn't be professional at work,” he told him warmly. “But in any case…Yuri…you're not going to be fired. Far from it. I called you because I wanted to let you know that the Boss has been looking for some people for a special assignment. I've recommended you, and he's accepted. So, he's going to be calling you in, first thing tomorrow.”

 

Yuri beamed. “Thank you, Conrad! I'll do my very best and won't let you down! Do you know what—say…you said `people.' Does that mean I'm going have a—a partner to work with on this?

 

Conrad kept his facial features curiously still as he nodded. “Yes, you'll have a partner. I've already recommended a partner to the Boss, and he's accepted. Both of you will be there at his office in the morning.”

 

Yuri knitted his eyebrows. “You recommended the both of us? Who else is it? Have you already spoken to them?

 

“I spoke to him this morning,” Conrad told him. “He's also accepted.”

 

“Well, who is it?”

 

“Von Bielefelt. Wolfram von Bielefelt.”

 

Yuri nodded like it didn't matter, but he couldn't bring himself to answer. He knew, deep down, that his black-hearted bad-assed Karma saw this coming.

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When Yuri got home, he threw his suit jacket and briefcase onto the floor beside the door. Kicking off his shoes, he made his way into his tiny kitchen and grabbed a can of Duo Soda from his refrigerator. Downing half the can in one go, he then set the rest on the coffee table and flopped down onto the couch. One arm hanging off the couch, the other draped over his eyes, Yuri breathed softly in and out, thinking about the upcoming assignment.

 

This was going to be a disaster! Yuri could hardly get along with Wolfram sitting across from him, so how in the hell did Conrad expect him to be able to work side-by-side with him on a project?

 

Yuri sighed.

 

“What's the matter, baby?”

 

Yuri didn't answer immediately, but he felt the hand that had appeared on his stomach slide smoothly up over his dress shirt, gently massaging his chest. His eyes opened underneath his arm when he felt a comfortable, if firm, weight settle on his lap. It teased over his groin and he pulled his arm away to look at the person with him.

 

There sat Wolfram von Bielefelt dressed in nothing but a French maid's apron, a feather duster [8] twirling lazily in hand. A black ribbon wove through his fair hair, and on his feet were black stiletto high heels. Yuri had rather thought that nothing put on those feet or legs could make those beauties look better. He was wrong: in those heels, Wolfram looked sexier than ever.

 

Yuri's eyes widened as he stared at the vision before him.

 

“W-Wolfram?” Yuri managed to stutter out.

 

“Shhh,” Wolfram said softly. “You look like you've been through hell. Let me ease some of that tension out of you.”

 

Yuri's breathing hitched as the vision before him began grinding against him.

 

“W-Wolf—”

 

This time Wolfram merely smiled provocatively as he leaned down to kiss a trail up the side of Yuri's neck. This, coupled with the soft rhythm of Wolfram's body against his, caused flames of lust to begin licking at Yuri's mind. He had absolutely no control over the hands that suddenly found themselves on the lithe waist, or the hips that rose up to meet Wolfram's. His lips found Wolfram's and the moan that Wolfram made vibrated in his mouth and through his whole body. Swift hands pulled at the buttons on his shirt and Yuri couldn't help making a bit of noise himself as his eyes slid shut. Gods, Wolfram's hands and body felt *hot!* and Yuri just couldn't wait to see what he was planning to do with that feather duster…

 

Then suddenly Wolfram laughed. “Humph, you really are a wimp!”

 

Yuri's eyes shot open…to find he was still lying on the couch, alone, in his dimly lit living room. Looking at the clock above his television he saw it was already past nine. He had fallen asleep after lying on the couch. He told himself that he couldn't figure out for the life of him why he was breathing hard. Or why he was aroused.

 

“Food,” he said suddenly. “I just need food.” Then he dragged himself off of his couch and went to the kitchen for something to eat.

 

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Author's Note: For the record, I took the dialogue from the Sayonara Game directly from the anime, freezing my computer twice to get the accurate phrasings; also, Duo Soda is real. I found it in a vending machine outside of Albertson's and was so shocked, I went inside and bought a whole case, so I have a Duo soda can in my room at home! haha, well, I hope you enjoyed Part I, this is going to be a very short fic, really an elongated oneshot, but I'll post the rest on later dates, since...in about...7 hours...I have to go take an English Profieciency essay exam in order to prove my worth at wielding the Mighty Pen, so I had better get some sleep, or I might (dare I say it?) not pass!

Tommy: Please join us again for Part II.

Me: Ah, one more thing! The numbers in the [ ] are the items that were to be used, at the end of the very last chapter I will provide a complete list of these items. Thank you for reading!

 

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