Post by haraism on Dec 6, 2009 16:06:34 GMT -8
It wasn’t as if the world stopped turning when Yuuri was away. His absence was noticeable; the whole castle seemed to know the exact moment he departed, even if its inhabitants didn’t. But the world certainly didn’t stop, life continued on.
Everyone knew when he was gone though, it was a palpable feeling. The whole place seemed to suck in one long breath, and hold it until the Maou returned. Activities would lull into a soft mundane routine, not dull, but not as bright as usual. Maybe it was a little selfish, but it was certainly at the back of everyone’s minds- He’s ours.
Conrad Weller liked to think he was above that. Earth, well, it was as much Yuuri’s home as Shin Makoku was. It obviously made the young Maou happy to go back, if only for a few days. Those few days could translate into something much longer, but they were his family after all. Though, we were his family first…
Picking up his bowl gently, Conrad made his way into the kitchens to dispose of it. It was early in the morning- early enough that most of the castle remained asleep, but late enough that most of the Royal guard was beginning to take interest in the day. In about an hour, Conrad would wake Yuuri up so the two could train together- if Yuuri had been present at the time, of course. Since he wasn’t, Conrad was to train by himself, or with the rest of the Guard.
The sky was just starting to warm with the colors of dawn as the half-Mazoku made his way from the Guard’s mess hall to his own quarters. Soft whispers were escaping the halls, as servants launched their morning campaigns against dirt and scum. Clangs of metal and laughter could be heard in the distance, it was really just another day in Shin Makoku. But Yuuri would be back soon…. Conrad always knew.
Sometimes it really did feel like the world revolved around the Demon King, though. Conrad could scarcely remember a time when Yuuri hadn’t been somehow on mind. Yuuri gave him a reason to be- a protector to the King who cared little for violence, who knew little of distrust. Sometimes, he could barely stop himself from taking the young Maou and locking him up away from the world. He wasn’t entirely sure he deserved to know Yuuri, or if Shin Makoku even deserved to have him.
It felt as if the world was just waiting for the dream to end. One day, maybe Yuuri wouldn’t return to his rightful place. One day, the peace he had created- molded- with his little hands might fall… pulling the teen down with it. It was Conrad’s duty stop that from happening. He owed it to the fallen Makoku- his fallen comrades- his family, Yuuri… but it wasn’t a dream. When Heika returned, the haze would be lifted. Life with Yuuri was like a dream come true.
A bolt of something warm and familiar raced down his spine and settled in his stomach. Conrad always knew. Looking to the sunrise, the first smile of the morning cracked across the soldier’s stern face.
“Welcome home, Yuuri-Heika.”
Everyone knew when he was gone though, it was a palpable feeling. The whole place seemed to suck in one long breath, and hold it until the Maou returned. Activities would lull into a soft mundane routine, not dull, but not as bright as usual. Maybe it was a little selfish, but it was certainly at the back of everyone’s minds- He’s ours.
Conrad Weller liked to think he was above that. Earth, well, it was as much Yuuri’s home as Shin Makoku was. It obviously made the young Maou happy to go back, if only for a few days. Those few days could translate into something much longer, but they were his family after all. Though, we were his family first…
Picking up his bowl gently, Conrad made his way into the kitchens to dispose of it. It was early in the morning- early enough that most of the castle remained asleep, but late enough that most of the Royal guard was beginning to take interest in the day. In about an hour, Conrad would wake Yuuri up so the two could train together- if Yuuri had been present at the time, of course. Since he wasn’t, Conrad was to train by himself, or with the rest of the Guard.
The sky was just starting to warm with the colors of dawn as the half-Mazoku made his way from the Guard’s mess hall to his own quarters. Soft whispers were escaping the halls, as servants launched their morning campaigns against dirt and scum. Clangs of metal and laughter could be heard in the distance, it was really just another day in Shin Makoku. But Yuuri would be back soon…. Conrad always knew.
Sometimes it really did feel like the world revolved around the Demon King, though. Conrad could scarcely remember a time when Yuuri hadn’t been somehow on mind. Yuuri gave him a reason to be- a protector to the King who cared little for violence, who knew little of distrust. Sometimes, he could barely stop himself from taking the young Maou and locking him up away from the world. He wasn’t entirely sure he deserved to know Yuuri, or if Shin Makoku even deserved to have him.
It felt as if the world was just waiting for the dream to end. One day, maybe Yuuri wouldn’t return to his rightful place. One day, the peace he had created- molded- with his little hands might fall… pulling the teen down with it. It was Conrad’s duty stop that from happening. He owed it to the fallen Makoku- his fallen comrades- his family, Yuuri… but it wasn’t a dream. When Heika returned, the haze would be lifted. Life with Yuuri was like a dream come true.
A bolt of something warm and familiar raced down his spine and settled in his stomach. Conrad always knew. Looking to the sunrise, the first smile of the morning cracked across the soldier’s stern face.
“Welcome home, Yuuri-Heika.”
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