KKM: Inconceivable!
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gracie_musicaTitle: Inconceivable!
Date Written: 10/17/05 - 10/18/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,018
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Conrad/Jennifer (kinda), Conrad/Yuuri (also kinda)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Later half of Season 1 onwards.
Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou is not mine. *sob*
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Notes: Sorry... I watched some of The Princess Bride... And then this popped out. :: bangs head on keyboard ::
Conrad Weller rubbed his face with both hands, his elbows on his knees. He sighed, looking over his shoulder at the figure sleeping in his bed. The human woman was pretty enough, but he still felt the guilt of having to bed another man's wife.
He was Sir Conrad Weller, second son of the former Maou, an honorable knight in the service of the Origianl King, and the keeper of Julia's... no, the next Maou's soul. Yet here he was, sitting on the bed of a hotel, another man's wife sleeping soundly next to him.
Thankfully, he hadn't had to have sex with her--he didn't think either of them would have been able to do that, orders from long dead kings aside. Jennifer Shibuya had--thank the gods--been pregnant for approximately half a month before this night, so the only thing that had to be done was making sure J--the new Maou's soul was passed into the child.
Jennifer was in the bathroom for ten minutes with the glass bottle. Conrad did NOT want to know what had happened, but he had sensed the new aura.
With their mission completed within such a short space of time, the two had looked at one another and promptly started laughing. They were in a secluded inn with no transportation: Jennifer's husband was coming to pick her up in the morning.
Jennifer had pulled out a picture of her firstborn son, complaining that he didn't have any wings--what that was about, Conrad didn't even want to know. He was a cute child, with a little bit of baby fat still clinging to his face and reminding him of how Wolfram used to look. And such black hair and eyes--but Jennifer informed him that that's how most Japanese people looked, even the Mazoku. Conrad had replied that in his world, such coloring was rare and a sign of power. It would be good to have a Maou with dark hair and eyes. But this little one--Yoshiko--had drive in his grey eyes. He'd be among the high-ranking Mazoku in this world, no doubt about it.
Jennifer stirred, rolling over between the sheets and looking at Conrad. She was dressed in one of his shirts to sleep in, and it was just a little big on her. She definitely was cute, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.
Would the new Maou be as adorable, too? Conrad already didn't know if he'd be able to protect the Maou from himself; the child would be a faucet of Julia's soul, or would it be Julia would be a faucet of his? That thought process was already giving him a headache. Either way, the child Jennifer was carrying would already hold a piece of his heart. It would be hard not to transfer the affection over to the Maou.
He was already in love with a child that wouldn't be alive in the truest sense of the world for eight months hence.
"Conrad, come back to bed," the sleepy woman requested. "Please? I just can't sleep without someone next to me."
Conrad smiled and did as she wanted. He was surprised when she snuggled up against his side, resting her head on his shoulder. "You don't mind, do you?"
"No. Just make yourself comfortable, My Lady." Conrad replied, putting an arm around her waist.
Jennifer smacked him. "I told you to stop that. It was fun at first, but now it's just strange."
Conrad grinned in the darkness, biting back a yes ma'am that would surely set her off again. "Too used to sharing a bed with your husband?" he asked instead, tucking her head underneath his chin.
"Mm-hmm. It gets hard to sleep when I'm not around someone."
Conrad stroked her hair soothingly, something he used to do when his little brother was still small and had nightmares.
"You smell good," Jennifer said in a wondering, tired sort-of-voice. "Kind of like my husband."
Conrad chuckled. "It must be the Mazoku blood, then."
"I like you Conrad. You're kind. Are all Mazoku like this?"
"No," he replied truthfully. "We're more like humans than some of us wish to admit. The only difference between us and humans, truthfully, is that all... pure-blooded Mazoku can control magic, and we all live longer spans of life, aging differently."
"But my husband ages the same way I do."
"Which was a conscious choice, I was told. He loved you so much, he was willing to give up his power and long life for a shorter one with you. He's a good man, he'll be a good example for our Maou."
Jennifer looked up at Conrad, although the room was dark and she couldn't see his face. "What about my sons?"
"I honestly don't know," the swordsman replied. "Were I come from, half-Mazoku children don't have any magic, but this world is different. It's entirely possible that both your sons inherited the magic that's now dormant in their father's veins."
"And what about their lifespans?"
"They'll be able to choose long or short ones, as your husband did."
There was silence for a moment, before Julia ventured another question. "Conrad, how old are you?"
"Much older than you think," came the cryptic reply.
Jennifer laughed, then leaned up to press a kiss against Conrad's cheek. "G'night."
Conrad smiled to himself as he stared up at the ceiling, the human woman snuggled next to him, breathing softly and steadily in sleep. Jennifer reminded him of his own mother. He didn't envy the Maou's childhood, but it would be one of the best. He'd be strong-willed, caring and compassionate, as he and his brothers were.
He slid a hand down to press against Jennifer's belly and felt the answering pull of a soul he knew well. "My sword, my arms, my heart, my life. They are all at your service, Your Majesty."
And then he slept, his dreams of Julia and a very small boy with black hair and eyes, which vanished with the morning sun.
Date Written: 10/17/05 - 10/18/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,018
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou!
Characters/Pairings: Conrad/Jennifer (kinda), Conrad/Yuuri (also kinda)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Later half of Season 1 onwards.
Disclaimer: Kyou Kara Maou is not mine. *sob*
Request for:
hydr0phobiaNotes: Sorry... I watched some of The Princess Bride... And then this popped out. :: bangs head on keyboard ::
Conrad Weller rubbed his face with both hands, his elbows on his knees. He sighed, looking over his shoulder at the figure sleeping in his bed. The human woman was pretty enough, but he still felt the guilt of having to bed another man's wife.
He was Sir Conrad Weller, second son of the former Maou, an honorable knight in the service of the Origianl King, and the keeper of Julia's... no, the next Maou's soul. Yet here he was, sitting on the bed of a hotel, another man's wife sleeping soundly next to him.
Thankfully, he hadn't had to have sex with her--he didn't think either of them would have been able to do that, orders from long dead kings aside. Jennifer Shibuya had--thank the gods--been pregnant for approximately half a month before this night, so the only thing that had to be done was making sure J--the new Maou's soul was passed into the child.
Jennifer was in the bathroom for ten minutes with the glass bottle. Conrad did NOT want to know what had happened, but he had sensed the new aura.
With their mission completed within such a short space of time, the two had looked at one another and promptly started laughing. They were in a secluded inn with no transportation: Jennifer's husband was coming to pick her up in the morning.
Jennifer had pulled out a picture of her firstborn son, complaining that he didn't have any wings--what that was about, Conrad didn't even want to know. He was a cute child, with a little bit of baby fat still clinging to his face and reminding him of how Wolfram used to look. And such black hair and eyes--but Jennifer informed him that that's how most Japanese people looked, even the Mazoku. Conrad had replied that in his world, such coloring was rare and a sign of power. It would be good to have a Maou with dark hair and eyes. But this little one--Yoshiko--had drive in his grey eyes. He'd be among the high-ranking Mazoku in this world, no doubt about it.
Jennifer stirred, rolling over between the sheets and looking at Conrad. She was dressed in one of his shirts to sleep in, and it was just a little big on her. She definitely was cute, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand.
Would the new Maou be as adorable, too? Conrad already didn't know if he'd be able to protect the Maou from himself; the child would be a faucet of Julia's soul, or would it be Julia would be a faucet of his? That thought process was already giving him a headache. Either way, the child Jennifer was carrying would already hold a piece of his heart. It would be hard not to transfer the affection over to the Maou.
He was already in love with a child that wouldn't be alive in the truest sense of the world for eight months hence.
"Conrad, come back to bed," the sleepy woman requested. "Please? I just can't sleep without someone next to me."
Conrad smiled and did as she wanted. He was surprised when she snuggled up against his side, resting her head on his shoulder. "You don't mind, do you?"
"No. Just make yourself comfortable, My Lady." Conrad replied, putting an arm around her waist.
Jennifer smacked him. "I told you to stop that. It was fun at first, but now it's just strange."
Conrad grinned in the darkness, biting back a yes ma'am that would surely set her off again. "Too used to sharing a bed with your husband?" he asked instead, tucking her head underneath his chin.
"Mm-hmm. It gets hard to sleep when I'm not around someone."
Conrad stroked her hair soothingly, something he used to do when his little brother was still small and had nightmares.
"You smell good," Jennifer said in a wondering, tired sort-of-voice. "Kind of like my husband."
Conrad chuckled. "It must be the Mazoku blood, then."
"I like you Conrad. You're kind. Are all Mazoku like this?"
"No," he replied truthfully. "We're more like humans than some of us wish to admit. The only difference between us and humans, truthfully, is that all... pure-blooded Mazoku can control magic, and we all live longer spans of life, aging differently."
"But my husband ages the same way I do."
"Which was a conscious choice, I was told. He loved you so much, he was willing to give up his power and long life for a shorter one with you. He's a good man, he'll be a good example for our Maou."
Jennifer looked up at Conrad, although the room was dark and she couldn't see his face. "What about my sons?"
"I honestly don't know," the swordsman replied. "Were I come from, half-Mazoku children don't have any magic, but this world is different. It's entirely possible that both your sons inherited the magic that's now dormant in their father's veins."
"And what about their lifespans?"
"They'll be able to choose long or short ones, as your husband did."
There was silence for a moment, before Julia ventured another question. "Conrad, how old are you?"
"Much older than you think," came the cryptic reply.
Jennifer laughed, then leaned up to press a kiss against Conrad's cheek. "G'night."
Conrad smiled to himself as he stared up at the ceiling, the human woman snuggled next to him, breathing softly and steadily in sleep. Jennifer reminded him of his own mother. He didn't envy the Maou's childhood, but it would be one of the best. He'd be strong-willed, caring and compassionate, as he and his brothers were.
He slid a hand down to press against Jennifer's belly and felt the answering pull of a soul he knew well. "My sword, my arms, my heart, my life. They are all at your service, Your Majesty."
And then he slept, his dreams of Julia and a very small boy with black hair and eyes, which vanished with the morning sun.
