The Maou’s Brother and the Prince Prologue
Title : The Maou’s Brother and the Prince Prologue
Disclaimer : Not mine. Wish they were though.
Author’s Note : Repost from my account in fanfiction.net. My first Kyou Kara Maou fanfic ever! Shonen-ai, Shouri/Conrad, Yuuram, slight Gwendal/Günther maybe.
Prologue
The sky was dark, no stars showed their light as far as eyes could see. Most of the occupants in the Blood Pledge Castle were asleep when a hooded man made his way to the stable. His steps would falter at times, but when he saw another figure in the dark, he stopped and straightened his back.
“The boys … they are suspicious.”
The dark figure merely laughed. Low, yet cruel laugh echoed in the stable. After a while he said, “Then they have to go.”
A flinch. “And, how do you propose to do so? There are guards.”
“That’s your job. After all, you do want your sister back, don’t you?” Then he was gone.
*****
There weren’t many things that could annoy Prince Conrad Weller. With a brother like Wolfram Von Bielefeld, abundance amount of patience was needed. Especially when he was the one appointed to take care of the little prince, who in his opinion was not so little anymore. The spoilt prince was taking a nap in Conrad’s room after Conrad spent half of his day chasing his little brother around the castle. But Wolfram was not the one who annoyed Conrad. No, it was Gwendal.
He knew Gwendal was busy with all the paperwork and state matters. He had seen his brother started looking much older than his age, his countenance becoming harder and tense. It seemed that he had forgotten what fun was. And there was his behaviour whenever he’s around Conrad and Wolfram. Conrad felt Gwendal saw him as a stranger, not a brother. He also gave a disapproving look to Wolfram whenever he was in vicinity and for once in the many years of his life, Conrad itched to just knock some sense into Gwendal. He was never close to his elder brother but he felt the gap between them had grown deeper and larger that he didn’t know where to start fixing it.
Conrad didn’t want to admit it, but it hurt even though he understood. Gwendal was brought up as a pureblooded Mazoku and he had pride in it. To have a brother who was a half-blood … Conrad could understand why Gwendal would want to distance himself from him but Wolfram … Wolfram couldn’t know, not now at least. He would tell him himself and then …
“Little Big Brother …”
The brown-haired prince was too caught up in his thought that he didn’t realized his little brother had woken up. Nor did he notice the sun had set and the moon had shone through the window behind him. He forced himself to smile.
“Wolf, I think it’s almost time for dinner.”
“You shouldn’t let me sleep that long. Didn’t Hahaue tell you that?” the blond prince climbed down the bed and put his hands on his waist, a gesture Conrad knew all too well.
“Hai, hai. I’m sorry. So, should we head down to dinner?”
At Wolfram’s vigorous nod, Conrad let out a small laugh. “We should get ready then.”
*****
By the time they entered the dining room, Conrad noticed that everyone was already there. He could feel Wolfram’s grip on his finger tighten. “Good evening, Hahaue, Aniue, Lord Garland.” Wolfram glared at Lord Garland with malice. His hand never leaving Conrad’s. The young prince sighed.
Lord Garland of Cabalcade was their mother latest interest. He was rich and handsome and oh so very human. But that’s not the reason Wolfram didn’t like him. Well, not the main reason anyway. Wolfram always felt the strongest every time their mother showed up with a new lover, which was quite often, mind you. But this particular man also caused some dread in him. Something about this human was wrong.
And from the looks of it, he didn’t like them too.
*****
“I don’t like him.”
The blond prince was pouting, his emerald eyes filled with hatred as he threw his clothes onto the pile beside the bath. Conrad smiled at his younger brother and nodded his head.
“I understand. I don’t like him either but we can’t do anything about it, Wolf.”
“Yes, we can. We can tell Hahaue not to marry him.”
Conrad only shook his head. This wasn’t the first time they had this conversation. This happened every time his mother decided to bring her ... lovers to the castle. Gwendal, who surprisingly decided to join them in their night bath, gave a snort.
“Do you think that it matters? She will still marry him no matter what we say.” He said while undressing.
Conrad gave a pointed look at his elder brother and frowned at the reference to his anger when their mother married Dan Hiri Weller. The younger prince had learnt not to let it hurt him. He didn’t know if Gwendal meant all those things he said, whether his hatred toward his mother’s human husband extended to said human’s son. With a sigh, he tested the water with his toes before going in. What more important was to stop their mother from marrying this Lord Garland. None of them liked him, not even Conrad who usually prevented himself from hating other people. Lord Garland was a special case. No one knew where he came from. He hadn’t lived long enough in Cabalcade when their mother met him. Where did he live before? Gwendal’s search on this man didn’t find anything that he hadn’t told their mother. What exactly made them not happy about him?
Conrad didn’t think that it’s because of her mother’s attention to him. It wasn’t the first time she brought men to the castle, but none of them had felt so strongly about it.
“Little Big Brother, is something wrong? Are you alright?”
Conrad opened his eyes, which he didn’t realized were closed, and looked down at his younger brother. The big emerald eyes were filled with concern. “I’m fine.” He answered, with a smile. The frown on his elder brother’s forehead didn’t disappear however, but he chose to ignore it.
*****
Despite the protest from Wolfram, Conrad stayed in the bath for a while longer after sending his little brother back with Gwendal. Surprisingly, Gwendal dragged Wolfram out of the bath without saying anything. Conrad nodded his thanks at the stoic young man before closing his eyes.
He was on the verge of falling asleep when he heard a splash. Cautiously, he opened his eyes and walked over to check it. How surprised he was to see a black-haired, black-eyed man in the bath with him. A man, who in confusion, apparently knew him.
“Conrad?”
*****
To be continued ....
Disclaimer : Not mine. Wish they were though.
Author’s Note : Repost from my account in fanfiction.net. My first Kyou Kara Maou fanfic ever! Shonen-ai, Shouri/Conrad, Yuuram, slight Gwendal/Günther maybe.
Prologue
The sky was dark, no stars showed their light as far as eyes could see. Most of the occupants in the Blood Pledge Castle were asleep when a hooded man made his way to the stable. His steps would falter at times, but when he saw another figure in the dark, he stopped and straightened his back.
“The boys … they are suspicious.”
The dark figure merely laughed. Low, yet cruel laugh echoed in the stable. After a while he said, “Then they have to go.”
A flinch. “And, how do you propose to do so? There are guards.”
“That’s your job. After all, you do want your sister back, don’t you?” Then he was gone.
*****
There weren’t many things that could annoy Prince Conrad Weller. With a brother like Wolfram Von Bielefeld, abundance amount of patience was needed. Especially when he was the one appointed to take care of the little prince, who in his opinion was not so little anymore. The spoilt prince was taking a nap in Conrad’s room after Conrad spent half of his day chasing his little brother around the castle. But Wolfram was not the one who annoyed Conrad. No, it was Gwendal.
He knew Gwendal was busy with all the paperwork and state matters. He had seen his brother started looking much older than his age, his countenance becoming harder and tense. It seemed that he had forgotten what fun was. And there was his behaviour whenever he’s around Conrad and Wolfram. Conrad felt Gwendal saw him as a stranger, not a brother. He also gave a disapproving look to Wolfram whenever he was in vicinity and for once in the many years of his life, Conrad itched to just knock some sense into Gwendal. He was never close to his elder brother but he felt the gap between them had grown deeper and larger that he didn’t know where to start fixing it.
Conrad didn’t want to admit it, but it hurt even though he understood. Gwendal was brought up as a pureblooded Mazoku and he had pride in it. To have a brother who was a half-blood … Conrad could understand why Gwendal would want to distance himself from him but Wolfram … Wolfram couldn’t know, not now at least. He would tell him himself and then …
“Little Big Brother …”
The brown-haired prince was too caught up in his thought that he didn’t realized his little brother had woken up. Nor did he notice the sun had set and the moon had shone through the window behind him. He forced himself to smile.
“Wolf, I think it’s almost time for dinner.”
“You shouldn’t let me sleep that long. Didn’t Hahaue tell you that?” the blond prince climbed down the bed and put his hands on his waist, a gesture Conrad knew all too well.
“Hai, hai. I’m sorry. So, should we head down to dinner?”
At Wolfram’s vigorous nod, Conrad let out a small laugh. “We should get ready then.”
*****
By the time they entered the dining room, Conrad noticed that everyone was already there. He could feel Wolfram’s grip on his finger tighten. “Good evening, Hahaue, Aniue, Lord Garland.” Wolfram glared at Lord Garland with malice. His hand never leaving Conrad’s. The young prince sighed.
Lord Garland of Cabalcade was their mother latest interest. He was rich and handsome and oh so very human. But that’s not the reason Wolfram didn’t like him. Well, not the main reason anyway. Wolfram always felt the strongest every time their mother showed up with a new lover, which was quite often, mind you. But this particular man also caused some dread in him. Something about this human was wrong.
And from the looks of it, he didn’t like them too.
*****
“I don’t like him.”
The blond prince was pouting, his emerald eyes filled with hatred as he threw his clothes onto the pile beside the bath. Conrad smiled at his younger brother and nodded his head.
“I understand. I don’t like him either but we can’t do anything about it, Wolf.”
“Yes, we can. We can tell Hahaue not to marry him.”
Conrad only shook his head. This wasn’t the first time they had this conversation. This happened every time his mother decided to bring her ... lovers to the castle. Gwendal, who surprisingly decided to join them in their night bath, gave a snort.
“Do you think that it matters? She will still marry him no matter what we say.” He said while undressing.
Conrad gave a pointed look at his elder brother and frowned at the reference to his anger when their mother married Dan Hiri Weller. The younger prince had learnt not to let it hurt him. He didn’t know if Gwendal meant all those things he said, whether his hatred toward his mother’s human husband extended to said human’s son. With a sigh, he tested the water with his toes before going in. What more important was to stop their mother from marrying this Lord Garland. None of them liked him, not even Conrad who usually prevented himself from hating other people. Lord Garland was a special case. No one knew where he came from. He hadn’t lived long enough in Cabalcade when their mother met him. Where did he live before? Gwendal’s search on this man didn’t find anything that he hadn’t told their mother. What exactly made them not happy about him?
Conrad didn’t think that it’s because of her mother’s attention to him. It wasn’t the first time she brought men to the castle, but none of them had felt so strongly about it.
“Little Big Brother, is something wrong? Are you alright?”
Conrad opened his eyes, which he didn’t realized were closed, and looked down at his younger brother. The big emerald eyes were filled with concern. “I’m fine.” He answered, with a smile. The frown on his elder brother’s forehead didn’t disappear however, but he chose to ignore it.
*****
Despite the protest from Wolfram, Conrad stayed in the bath for a while longer after sending his little brother back with Gwendal. Surprisingly, Gwendal dragged Wolfram out of the bath without saying anything. Conrad nodded his thanks at the stoic young man before closing his eyes.
He was on the verge of falling asleep when he heard a splash. Cautiously, he opened his eyes and walked over to check it. How surprised he was to see a black-haired, black-eyed man in the bath with him. A man, who in confusion, apparently knew him.
“Conrad?”
*****
To be continued ....