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They walk from the platform and down the street in relative quietness. Gwendal looks around at the new sights around him; between the people who are dressed in many different styles of clothing to the shops and vendors that line the sidewalk, he almost becomes dizzy from it all. He turns his attention to Yuuri, who's looking around excitedly, also pointedly.
"Aw, I can't find my friend's cart..." Yuuri stands on his tip-toes trying to spot the food cart. Suddenly, he yelps, nearly scaring Gwendal, and runs towards a bright yellow-roofed cart. "Kiyoshi!" A brown-headed boy with hair that reaches to his upper back pokes his head around the cart to see who's calling him; apparently having not seen the source of his name, he goes back to whatever he was doing. Waving his arms like a madman, Yuuri approaches the cart, only to arrive slightly flushed from the run. Gwendal arrives soon after, appreciating his longer legs to get there quicker.
"Kiyoshi!" Yuuri says as he arrives.
The brown-haired man pokes his head around again only to find his friend smiling at him.
"Yuuri!" Kiyoshi jumps off the stool he was sitting on and gives Yuuri a hug, nearly squeezing the breath from the black-haired teen. Releasing the teen from his clutches, Kiyoshi steps back from Yuuri. "What are you doing here? I wasn't expecting to see you until next year. Are you skipping school to come to the beach?"
"Well, yeah, I suppose I am. But I have a good reason though. My friend, Gwendal," Yuuri motions at Gwendal, "is visiting so I thought we could have fun at the beach. I'll go back to school when he leaves or maybe when we don't plan a day of something."
Kiyoshi holds his hand out to the older man. "Well, let me introduce myself since Yuuri can't figure out how to. I'm Kiyoshi. Yuuri and I hang out every summer when he comes to work at his aunt's shop." Gwendal extends his hand in the same manner; Kiyoshi shakes it enthusiastically.
"It's a pleasure."
"So, are you going to surf today when you get a chance to leave?" Yuuri inquires. Kiyoshi releases Gwendal's hand as he turns his attention back to his old friend. "You know you could hang out with us."
"That would be cool. I wonder if I could get off early." Running his hand through his long hair, the teen takes a glance at his watch as he thinks. "My grandfather should be back pretty soon. I'm sure he won't mind if I leave; he knows that I've been bored lately since beach season is winding down. I could make you something to eat if you want to wait for me." Kiyoshi places a hand on Yuuri's forearm of which said teen didn't move away from.
"That would be great!" Turning to Gwendal, Yuuri grins widely. "Gwendal, this place has the best dumplings. I think the only reason I'm friends with this guy is because I stopped here everyday one summer." Gwendal nods a little as he watches the long-haired teen prepare two dumplings.
"So Kiyo, where's Haru?" Yuuri asks leaning against the cart, resting his chin in his hand.
Gwendal sees Kiyoshi visibly stiffen at the name. "Oh, um... he doesn't come around because he got himself a girlfriend, that bastard."
Yuuri looks surprised and then regretful. "I'm sorry."
"Nah, it's okay. He wasn't sure of himself in the first place." Kiyoshi hands the dumplings-on-a-stick to Yuuri, who passes one to Gwendal. "How is it? As good as you remember?"
"This is the taste of summer! It's delicious. I think it may be even better since the last time I had one." Yuuri exclaims.
Gwendal nods his assent.
"So, how about you, Yuuri?"
"What about me?"
"Are you seeing someone?"
Coughing to stall, Yuuri thinks back to the past three years, remembering how he was engaged to Wolfram. Then he thinks back to the past twenty-four hours, thinking of his changing perception of Gwendal. "No."
Gwendal, still eating his dumpling, watches as Kiyoshi's gentle smile turns into a smirk.
"That's unfortunate. You're really cute and have a great body. Girls... and guys should be throwing themselves at you." The tall Mazoku watches as redness begins to creep up Yuuri's neck and bleed into his cheeks.
"Yeah, well, girls don't really care for a guy who can trip on his own feet."
"But guys think it's cute though." Kiyoshi, who is the same height of Yuuri, reaches and ruffles the young king's hair.
"Kiyoshi, why are you just standing there doing nothing?" comes a voice behind the brown-haired teen.
"Grandfather, Yuuri's visiting." Kiyoshi looks behind and watches as his grandfather approaches the cart holding a small bag of drinks.
"Ah, Yuuri. It's nice to see you again." The old man bows to the teen. Yuuri bows respectfully in return.
"Nice to see you too, Samaru-san. My friend, Gwendal, and I decided to come to the beach while he's in town so we thought we'd stop by." Yuuri introduces the two older men.
Gwendal feels a strange tingling run up his spine as he greets the older gentleman; it's an eerie feeling. In the back of his mind, he knows it's strange that he's at least one hundred years the white-haired man's senior yet he looks young. Humans are terrifying creatures.
"Grandfather, may I leave to hang out with Yuuri and Gwendal. It's been a bit slow."
"Sure. Be safe." Kiyoshi cheers as he glomps Yuuri in rejoicing. "Have fun boys."
Kiyoshi takes off his apron and gives it to his grandfather as he pulls his pack from underneath the counter. Gwendal notices that he wears similar clothes to Yuuri: he's wearing a yellow t-shirt that barely reaches the top hem of his blue and yellow board shorts. On his feet, he wears sneakers unlike Yuuri's flip-flops.
"Shall we go?" Kiyoshi asks.
"Yep. Oh yeah, what do I owe you for the dumplings?"
"Nothing. It's on the house."
The trio set off to the beach. Yuuri and Kiyoshi catch up on what's been going on in their lives as Gwendal continues to look around, soaking up the environment and sights. Ever so often, Yuuri looks up at Gwendal and watches as the taller man look like a tourist. He smiles to himself as the thought that Gwendal looks kind of handsome like that. His eyes widen at the ridiculousness of that thought. Yuuri, Maou of New Makoku, doesn't think men are handsome, does he?
"Yuuri!" said teen snaps out of his reverie to find Kiyoshi mere inches from his face.
"Dude, are you okay? You just spaced out and then started blushing. Were you thinking ecchi thoughts about me?"
Yuuri scowls his friend, pushing his shoulder playfully. "No!"
"What? I'm not hot enough for you to fantasize about me?"
"That's not it..."
Kiyoshi steps close to Yuuri, their chests nearly touching, and whispers hotly in his ear, "Were you fantasizing about Gwendal then?"
Yuuri feels his blush return full force, enough to make him sweat. "No! I wasn't having ecchi thoughts. Get your mind out of the gutter!"
"Hey now! I'm just kidding. Calm down." Kiyoshi steps back punching Yuuri in the arm playfully with a smirk on his face. "Wow, I don't think I knew you freaked out easily."
"W-What? I don't freak out easily."
"See you're doing it again", teases the brown-haired teen, chuckling as he watches his friend get flustered and agitated.
"Shut up! Come on Gwendal. Let's leave this idiot." Gwendal looks from Yuuri to Kiyoshi, unsure of how to react. He knows that he must obey what Yuuri says, however it would seem there would be an injustice to the other teen.
Yuuri makes the decision for Gwendal when he walks away into the store that they stopped in front of; Gwendal stands still as he watches his king storm away. Kiyoshi cracks up as soon as the door closes behind his friend.
"He never changes! He's so fun to mess with." Kiyoshi doubles over, holding his stomach as he laughs.
Gwendal stares uninterested at the brown-haired man, waiting for the mirthful laughter to draw to an end. After a few more moments of laughter, Kiyoshi finally stops, wiping his eyes.
"Isn't he the cutest thing? Always flustered and embarrassed about something. It makes me want him." Kiyoshi speaks softly under his breath.
Gwendal gazes calculatingly at the younger teen. It's apparent that Kiyoshi really likes or is possibly in love with Yuuri, but Yuuri doesn't know that and he's also unsure of his orientation. Gwendal stands as he looks at Kiyoshi looking at him. They sort of, just stare at each other, the brown-haired teen sizing up Gwendal and Gwendal trying to grasp the situation.
After a few minutes of tense silence, Yuuri comes through the door holding a bag of snacks and other various items. Kiyoshi immediately snaps his attention to the black-haired king by hugging him from behind, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.
"Yuuri, are you still mad at me?" Kiyoshi pouts cutely and nuzzles Yuuri's neck.
"Maybe." Yuuri turns his nose up and away from Kiyoshi. Well, that is, until Kiyoshi licks his neck.
The black-eyed king jumps from his friend's embrace, wiping at his neck furiously. "GAHHH! What was that! Did you just lick my neck?"
"Who knows." Kiyoshi smirks, flipping his hair over his shoulder.
"Why you..." Yuuri lunges at Kiyoshi but is stopped short by Gwendal, who glares down at him as if saying 'stop the horseplay, its not very becoming of a king'. Looking up at Kiyoshi, Yuuri growls, "You were lucky this time." Standing up straight and straightening his clothes, he looks apologetically at Gwendal.
"Aw, come on Gwendal, we were just playing." Gwendal snaps his glare to Kiyoshi, making him cower behind Yuuri. "Ok."
Yuuri just laughs because he knows its Gwendal's personality to glare at someone being childish, but it's even funnier that Kiyoshi is hiding behind him because of that glare. Shaking his head, Yuuri smiles to himself as he starts walking. "Come on, let's go to the beach."
Gwendal walks side by side with the younger man while Kiyoshi skips ahead and walks backwards in front of Yuuri.
"So, how is school going for you? Did you get into your first college of choice? What did you choose as a major?"
"School's fine. I did get into my university of choice, Tokyo University; I'm studying political science with a minor in business."
"Wow, I wouldn't have pinned you for a political type."
"Well, with the sort of job I've had in the past three years, I've done really well so far. In all actuality, I have Gwendal and his brothers to thank for my success in school."
"Why Gwendal? What kind of job?"
"Well, I'm not sure how to describe it. I would equate it to... running a small country. Gwendal's brother, Konrad, is the one who got me started, but Gwendal is the one who taught me about the politics of the business. His friend, Gunter, taught me everything else about my job. Wolfram, who's my age, is a good friend of mine, also Gwendal's youngest brother."
"Wow! You sound like an important figure in the company. How did you get to that job?"
"It must have been fate." Yuuri says wistfully. Taking a larger sniff of the air, Yuuri cries his happiness, "Ahhh! I can smell the beach."
Gwendal quirks a corner of his lip into a half smile at the fact that Yuuri is grateful and happy with his role as king.
Soon the trio steps onto the not so crowded beach and looks for an empty spot where they can't be bothered by little kids. As Yuuri and Gwendal lay out the blanket, Kiyoshi rummages through the small bag of groceries.
"Hey, there are only two bentos in here. Where's mine?" Kiyoshi inquires.
"Do you remember when you were teasing me in front of the store?"
The brown-haired boy deflates as he realizes this is Yuuri revenge for his teasing earlier. "Aw, so mean."
"Don't worry; I brought some extra rice balls my mom made before she left. Honestly, I didn't get you a bento mostly because I figured you could use your own well-earned money and buy one yourself."
"Oh... stingy", he mutters under his breath.
Yuuri turns towards him with narrowed eyes. "Did you say something?"
"Nope, not at all."
"Okay." Yuuri flops onto the blanket, laying on his back and sighing. "Man, this is what I call relaxation." He crosses his arms behind his head as he crosses his feet. "Go ahead and sit, Gwendal."
Gwendal gently sits with his knees bent on the blanket beside Yuuri, looking out towards the ocean. Even though this is all new to him, he feels at ease in this world, especially when Yuuri is nearby. He looks over at Yuuri with a small smile playing on his lips, appreciating what the king is doing for him.
"Aaah! This is what the beach is all about, lying out in the sun with friends!" Yuuri stretches his taller body, much like a cat would when waking up. "Work and school can take a lot out of you. Don't you agree, Gwendal?"
Kiyoshi, who had been digging through the bag of food, suddenly stands up, stripping off his shirt in the process.
"Yuuri, let's go into the water!"
Yuuri looks up at his not-very-bright friend. "No, the water's cold."
"No, it isn't. See, look out there." Kiyoshi points some surfers riding the waves. "They don't think it's cold."
"They can't fell it because of their body suits. You can go see for yourself, just make sure you get a running start." Yuuri smiles deviously at his friend.
Kiyoshi didn't miss the hint of sarcasm laced in Yuuri's words. "Yeah, well, when I'm splashing and having fun in the water, you'll be stuck out here."
"That's okay. I have Gwendal to entertain me."
Kiyoshi gives a lecherous grin to the black-haired teen before speaking again, an action that didn't get past Yuuri. "What kind of entertainment, hm?"
"Not that kind, you pervert!" Yuuri jumps up and lunges at the brown-haired boy. Kiyoshi dodges the lunge and runs straight into the water before diving under. Yuuri lies back down on the blanket, frowning slightly.
"Are you okay?" Gwendal asks Yuuri.
"I see he's very energetic today. Man, I wish he wouldn't tease me like that. It's confusing."
"Um, nothing really." Yuuri watches as his friend resurfaces and walks out of the water dripping wet. In all actuality, Yuuri thinks Kiyoshi has a pretty nice body: it's somewhat muscular, tan, smooth, silky, smooth hair, pretty eyes... The king shakes his head as he realizes he's staring at his hot friend.
Gwendal doesn't miss Yuuri's goggling of the other male. It just made him even more confused as to what is causing Yuuri's confusion. His thoughts stop as he sees Kiyoshi straddle Yuuri, sitting on his hips, causing the young king yelp and try to push him off.
"You know Yuuri, the water really isn't all that cold; maybe at first, but you'll get use to it."
"Get off of me! You're getting me wet!" Yuuri pushes at his friend's shoulders, writhing in discomfort beneath him. "Come on, Kiyo!"
Smirking, the other teen leans over the struggling one, their noses almost touching. Yuuri freezes his struggling as he feels the warm breath ghosting over his lips and cheeks, not even taking notice to the fact that their bodies, groins included, are flush against each other.
"W-what are you doing!" He screeches at the other boy, a blush overriding his command to stay down.
"But I thought you wanted me like this by the way you were staring at me when I was walking back here." Kiyoshi shifts his legs slightly, causing their groins to rub together.
Yuuri's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as he bites his bottom lip. That was a really strange sensation. Almost...good? With that last thought, Yuuri renews his struggling only to find the more he moves, the more he feels the sensations spark things in his body he's never felt. He stops moving and looks up into Kiyoshi's eyes, seeing a hint of lust, but mostly amusement.
Yuuri's anger flares exponentially when he sees that this is a joke, a really sick joke, with him as the punch line. Using all the strength he can muster along with strength he never knew he had, he shoves Kiyoshi off of him, throwing him onto the sand. Standing up, Yuuri shoots a death glare at the boy.
Gwendal's a bit surprised at the strength Yuuri showed when he thrust the teen off of him. Had he realized that Yuuri wasn't necessarily playing like Kiyoshi was, he would have stopped him. The tall Mazoku glares at Kiyoshi as the younger man's expression changes from one of naughtiness to one of guilt and apology.
"Yuuri... I..." Yuuri silences Kiyoshi with another angry glare.
Gwendal can see that Yuuri is very angry and tense by his body language; his hands are clenched into shaking fists, his jaw is tight, and his teeth are grinding. Gwendal doesn't think he has seen Yuuri so furious, especially without the king turning into the Maou.
"What the hell!"
"I'm sor—" Kiyoshi begins.
"Why did you do that?"
"I don't know."
"Did you think that if you rubbed yourself on me that it would bring some great epiphany upon me that I'm gay or something?"
"That's not it!"
"Then what is it?"
"It was a joke. I just didn't think you'd have the reaction you did."
Yuuri's anger rapidly dissipates as he finds out that it was just a simple joke, not a lewd mocking of his indecision. With his glare softening, Yuuri turns and looks out at the ocean, looking moderately guilty and slightly stressed.
"Just... don't do that to me, please. I've had a hard enough time for the past three years with that kind of stuff."
"Dude, I'm sorry. I won't do it again." Kiyoshi looks up at the young king with an expression of genuine apology.
"No, I'm the one that should be apologizing. I was rude to you for no reason." Yuuri bows to his friend with respect. Kiyoshi waves him off, his smile coming back to his face.
"It's okay. I kind of deserved it. Sometimes I can be an idiot."
"Sometimes?" Yuuri straightens and shoots Kiyoshi a mischievous grin.
"Did you say something?" He says flatly.
"No, no I didn't."
As Gwendal watched the exchange between the boys, he saw how Yuuri is such a fair and understanding person and how that can be beneficial for a country.
"Hey look, a couple of guys are playing volleyball over there." Kiyoshi points down the beach to a high net and people volleying a ball over the net. "Maybe we could ask if we could play with them."
"That's a good idea! I said I would teach you beach volleyball, right Gwendal?"
Kiyoshi hops to his feet, brushing off the said that got on his clothes. "I'll go ask them first, you wait right here."
With a nod, Kiyoshi sprints off towards the net.