Live to Die

“Yuuri?” Murata’s voice broke through the fog in Yuuri’s mind. Yuuri turned his head and looked at his friend. Yuuri was lying on his bed resting. Wolfram and Conrad were on patrol. Gwendal had made the suggestion as a way to keep Wolfram away from Yuuri while he healed. Gunter had agreed wholeheartedly with the plan and had managed to get a counselor parading as a guard to attend to Yuuri.


“What is it?” Yuuri asked sleepily.


“I owe you an apology.” Murata started to speak before Yuuri cut him off.


“Get in the bed and talk my neck hurts.” Yuuri complained patting the bed beside him. Murata complied lying on his stomach. “Much better.”


“I shouldn’t have lashed out like that.” Murata spoke again his eyes wandering over his friends features.


“No you shouldn’t have.” Yuuri agreed. “We are both young, even if we have old souls. Our young minds think about things on a completely different level than our souls do or at least that is what Gunter says.”


“That doesn’t excuse what I did.” Murata countered.


“Someone has been talking to my guard/therapist.” Yuuri teased sleepily.


“For all his incompetence with basic weaponry he is an able therapist.” Murata conceded resting
his chin on his folded arms. “How is the tell Wolfram plan coming along?”


Murata mentally smacked himself as he felt Yuuri tense beside him before he replied. “I will tell him eventually. I just have to get it into my head that regardless he will still love me as much as I…” Yuuri stopped and gulped as he had almost entered forbidden territory.


“Take it easy.” Murata soothed his eyes closed. “There are worse things then being gay.”
“Name one.” Yuuri demanded turning his head to look at Murata, who kept his eyes closed in thought.

“At least he’s attractive.” Murata finished lamely after a long pause. Yuuri hit him with his pillow. “Oh come on, Yuuri. Looks aren’t everything but my goodness if you got to bat for the other team you might as well have an attractive pitcher.”


“He is not sticking it in me.” Yuuri grumbled becoming amused by this newest turn of events.
“I am sure Gwendal shares your sentiments when it comes to Gunter.” Murata retorted as the mental picture of the stoic and stone-faced commander bending over for the seemingly effeminate and flighty Gunter entered his head. Yuuri began to howl with laughter as Murata shivered and joined him.


“Oh God I forgot all about Gunter owning Gwendal’s ass until now.” Yuuri panted, laughing helplessly at what would no doubt be a hilarious situation. “In your soul's memory, how do these challenges usually end?”


“Either someone gets pregnant or the other releases them from the contract.” Murata smiled when that set Yuuri off again.


“Can you imagine a pregnant Gwendal?” Yuuri gasped curling into a ball in his laughter as Murata joined him. The shared mental image being a heavily pregnant Gunter in his green masculine cut uniform knitting a bright pink blanket, a scowl etched on his face. Gunter would be talking to said stomach and giving the child a head start on the customs of the kingdom.
“Oh Gods, the horrors of male pregnancy, as if that could really happen. Men getting pregnant, what a laugh riot that would be and women would probably be ecstatic.” Yuuri calmed down, snorting at the obscure notion as he snuggled back into his covers.


Murata opened his eyes slowly and frowned. “Ah Yuuri?” Yuuri looked at Murata expectantly. “Male marriages are allowed because men can become pregnant.” Murata calmly told the rapidly horrified looking man beside him. “Have you ever wondered why most Mazoku men are effeminate looking? The more effeminate looking the easier it is for them to become impregnated.” Murata finished with a sinking feeling settling in his stomach at Yuuri’s change in mood.


“Well it is official then.” Yuuri responded with determination. “I am definitely going to be the pitcher. I will be damned if I get pregnant. Besides Wolfram would look much better round and waddling.” Yuuri smiled at the thought. For a while everything was quiet between the two. Suddenly, Yuuri sat straight up and screamed.


“What is?” Murata jumped up beside him.
“If men can get pregnant then…” Yuuri looked down at his stomach. “My chest has been tender and I have been moody like mother described when she was pregnant.” Yuuri poked at his stomach scrutinizing it, as Murata got closer and watched. “I am definitely a little heavier.” Yuuri said faintly.


“Guards!” Murata bellowed as Yuuri passed out in his arms.
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The next morning, Gunter strode into Gwendal’s office as if he did not have a care in the world. Inside he was a mess of nerves. Gwendal was about to sit down in his chair when Gunter stopped him. “Gwendal my ass is not ready to sit in a chair.” Gunter could not keep himself from smiling at the look of deep irritation that went across Gwendal’s face.


“Fine.” Gwendal growled his blue eyes flashing dangerously. “What exactly does your ass do?”


“Simple, anything I want.” Gunter chuckled as he began to walk towards Gwendal. “First though the coat is blocking my view so it must go.” Gwendal’s teeth clenched, a vein began to throb in his forehead.


“The rules are my ass is yours but the rest of my body is my own.” Gwendal stated evenly.


“The rules also state that any objects that are directly influencing the area in question are subject to the terms of the ruler of said asset.” Gunter replied coyly enjoying the spectacle of a barely controlled Gwendal. A knock on the door interrupted the two duelers.


“Come in.” Gwendal barked briefly letting his annoyance show.


Yuuri opened the door. “Don’t let anyone in until I tell you otherwise.” Yuuri commanded the guards outside Gwendal’s office.


Stepping inside Yuuri took a deep breath. Murata had left earlier to go speak with Ulrike so he was on his own. “Gunter I want you to tell me if it is possible for me to be impregnated in the human world.” Yuuri spoke rapidly his breath held waiting for the answer. Gwendal’s legs could not hold him upright any more after that question and he fell into his chair. Rubbing his forehead, he waited for Gunter to speak.


“To say it is impossible would be to test fate.” Gunter replied as he slowly sank into one of the chairs in front of Gwendal’s desk. Yuuri strode over and flopped into the other one. “To my knowledge it is a circumstance that is rarely encountered. When the Sage injured you, I had Gisela check for a possible pregnancy as a precaution. Your travels between worlds make it hard to get a gauge on the possibility because of the different running of time.”


Gunter crossed his legs and hooked his fingers together. Then Gunter went through the vast library inside his head and began to dictate to Gwendal. Gwendal got out a sheet of paper and began to write down the various facts and situations pertaining to their current predicament. Yuuri squirmed slightly as he listened to Gunter filter out his vast knowledge of history’s abnormalities and proper dealings in each case. Finally, when Gunter finished he gave a weary sigh and looked at Gwendal.


“For all the knowledge he has on the subject, the data gives one solid answer.” Gwendal studied the papers he had written on again to make sure. “We have to wait another month for the effects of actions from that world to take effect here.” Gunter nodded in agreement, slightly drained from his mental library filtering of information.


“One month!” Yuuri whispered beginning to get depressed. His shoulders slumped in defeat, “I was finally making progress to get over this thing and now I could have a constant reminder of this incident.”


“Cross that bridge when you get there for now you have paperwork.” Gwendal commented evenly, slightly unsettled by this new turn of events. “Gunter don’t you have something else to do as well. A party to plan or something…”


“Yes I think I will plan a party for my newest acquisition.” Gunter mused winking at Yuuri, who smiled faintly in response to the mischievous glance thrown his way. Gwendal still in the midst of organizing the papers on his desk and blinked slowly at Gunter’s pronouncement. “Tell me Gwendal would you prefer a lingerie party or a western cowboy theme? Or maybe with your frame something more jungle themed would be appropriate.” Gunter schemed and waited for the reaction.


“Jungle-themed?” Yuuri questioned watched the interplay between the two. Gunter’s seemingly flighty mind having a horrible effect on the normally level headed Gwendal. Gwendal was crushing the papers he had been organizing, his eyes narrowing dangerously daring Gunter to continue.


“From that book that you bought back last time; the jungle one, where the main character wears a loincloth with a thong back. What better way could there be to show off my prize?” Gunter crowed as Gwendal threw a plushy at him. A chuckling Yuuri and a guffawing Gunter beat a hasty retreat. Before Gunter closed the door behind him, he called one final parting shot. “Or better yet some strategically placed foliage.”


This statement shocked a laugh from Yuuri. Gunter, however, took off running down the hallway for all he was worth knowing that he had officially declared war on Gwendal. A couple of seconds later, Gwendal exited the room regally and strolled down the hallway. Yuuri blinked slowly at what he expected was about to become a chase. Realizing he had nothing to do and he really needed another laugh, if only to distract him from his present situation. Hailing Franc his competent therapist/incompetent guard, they made their way after the duo.


Tornado’s winds were the only warning the two had as they watched Gunter try to avoid a determined tornado, courtesy of Gwendal. Yuuri and Franc both burst out laughing as the tornado caught Gunter and spun him viciously up and down until it finally smashed him into the ground. Yuuri and Franc managed to stop laughing long enough to make sure that the white pancake that was Gunter was okay before they laughed anew. While Gunter tried to collect himself shakily, Gwendal smiled briefly. He then stood from his crouched position and straightened his coat. Dusting off his hands, he began to walk to his office at a stately pace. Yuuri and Franc both managed to collect themselves as they watched Gunter eye Gwendal’s back.


“He wouldn’t.” Franc whispered light brown eyes wide with shock.


“He would.” Yuuri chuckled as Gunter steadied himself, got a running start and charged stealthily for Gwendal.


The only warning Gwendal had was the gasps of the maids as Gunter ran full speed by him. As Gunter passed, he gave Gwendal a resounding slap on the ass. Yuuri and Franc collapsed on the ground in a fit of hysterical laughter at the shocked look on Gwendal’s face. Gwendal’s eyebrow twitched upward briefly as he turned towards his overlord and spoke.


“I hope Franc knows a lot about the customs of this country because when I catch that man you will be one advisor short.” Gwendal seethed unaware that the man in question was standing directly behind him.


“Not if I don’t catch you first.” Gunter whispered into Gwendal’s ear as he licked Gwendal’s neck. No one was more surprised than Gwendal himself when he shrieked like a girl and blushed just as hotly. Gunter blinked at the reaction, oddly pleased but a little disturbed by the murderous intent that was now leaking out of Gwendal.


“Run!” Yuuri yelled as Gunter took off for his room and thought of every option he had once he got there.


“Now if I can just keep him from killing me until I convince him of the other possibilities.” Gunter thought dodging a gust of wind that would have sent him through a window, if not blasting a hole through him large enough for him to become a window.


Have you ever wondered where your mind comes up with some of the things you write into stories? I sometimes shock myself by what I imagine. I hope you all enjoyed it.