Experimentation: The color of the water Title original: The color of water
Author: Twyxdust
Translation: Sehr Kou
Review: The impact of Waltorana wanting a child so much so curious and cute as Wolfram.
Genres: Humor, general.
Rating: PG
Timeline: Pre-series.
Warnings: None.
Translation initiated and completed: January 14, 2009.
Disclaimer: "Kyo Kara Maoh!" And all its characters are copyright concerning Tomo Takabayashi along with their respective partners. This work is only the conduct of fans of the original work without the intention either to profit from it.
∙ THE WATER COLOR ∙
never gave much thought before. After all, he was born as a user of fire (the fire was known as the opposite element), was raised in a family that worshiped fire and believed that users of other elements (well, mostly the other mazoku, in general) were inferior in terms of strength and ... well, "Quie No thought about such things anyway?
apparently did mazoku small children and one fateful day, this adorable child, with big beautiful green eyes staring at him, pulled the edges of his coat and asked, "Uncle Waltorana, why is the ocean blue? "
Why is the ocean blue?
honestly could not care less why the ocean was blue and had no idea why it was, but admit that this kid who looked as if was the reincarnation of Shinou was out of consideration.
Why ... is blue. So is like the ocean is made, just as apples are red or green leaves. "He said, expecting the child was satisfied with his answer.
The boy tilted his head slightly to the right, beautiful green eyes blinked twice and ran to the shore. Waltorana thought was the cutest thing I've never seen in his entire life.
* * *
"Uncle Waltorana, not blue" a small voice full of disappointment said.
The sound of damage to an innocent little voice I was shocked as well that fell from his chair. (He was falling asleep while carefully examining the plans for the new additions to the naval fleet when the boy came to his tent, was the fault of the sun, really, very strong at midday, especially in these areas, making any Mazoku sleepy. Really.)
"What, Wolfram? Waltorana Uncle Di's wrong and fix it ... "He said, kneeling in front of the child he so adored.
"Uncle Waltorana ... not blue," the boy repeated, holding a bowl of water.
"...¿ What? "
The boy grabbed the bowl of water in his face, "No blue!"
"Sure it's not blue, What is ... water, Wolfram. "
" But you said that the ocean was blue because that's how it was done. "
Yes ;, and it's true ... so what is wrong? "
the child sniffed and said," I tried to catch the waves in my hands but I could not so gave me this tazóny Dakascos could put some of their own in but then it was not blue. "
The boy gave a small sob.
"Why lost color? "The ocean hates me?" Whispered the small Wolfram and for a moment, Waltorana felt a need to go to a slaughter of humans. Never had much desire to wage this war against someone (or something) to do the little Wolfram mourn.
"Come, come, do not cry ... why would anyone odiaríaa a sweet boy like you? You are the most beautiful and sweet child in the world and anyone who says otherwise must come face to face with me, okay? " He said, representing each and every one of the words.
"But ...." The boy said, then looked sadly into the bowl.
"Oh - well, that's ... uhh ..." Waltorana said with concern, setting its sights on the left and right, up and on the floor, waiting for a response - any response - was written somewhere.
Then he had an idea.
"Well, you see, Wolfram, it was not the ocean hates you, is why ... I think Dakascos committed a grave error in giving this stupid small bowl," ; Waltorana said, feeling a little smarter when he continued, "the ocean was thought to be put in such a small thing that's why he lost his color."
Wolfram's eyes lit up, "In truth, Waltorana uncle? "
" Of course, Wolfram! "He exclaimed, relieved that Wolfram was smiling again.
"You, there!" He called the soldier to stand guard at the entrance of his tent. "Go for the biggest bowl you can find, and bring it here. And it better do it fast or you'll walk back to the capital without shoes! "
" SSI Lord! "
" ... That was not very pretty, Uncle Waltorana, I mind waiting, "Wolfram said, when he saw the soldier away in a hurry.
"Oh, that's fine Wolfram, it was only to encourage" Waltorana replied, casting his nephew on the head.
* * *
"Uncle Waltorana," a small family managed voice to say between sobs.
At the entrance of his tent was Wolfram, tears threatening to fall, their sleeves, pants and hair soaked with seawater.
Shinou Oh Good.
At that time, Waltorana thought someone had stolen his heart, cutting it into pieces and giving them feed the birds of omen.
"Wolfram, my child, what happens?" He asked, going quickly to the side of Wolfram.
Small Wolfram wiped her tears with the back of his hand and pointed outside the tent. There outside was a group of four soldiers (also soaked from head to toe), clutching a huge bowl filled with gallons of water.
... Which, apparently, still was not blue.
"Uncle Waltorana, why not blue?" Little Wolfram asked sadly. "You said if I put most of the ocean, I would not be sad and not lose its color."
Waltorana stood there speechless. Wolfram had failed and in front of these soldiers, too. It felt like I had lost the war against those filthy human, as if the whole world was trembling under him ... Wolfram, crying. Water, not blue ... Wolfram, with tears in their eyes ...
looked at the ocean from a distance, then the bowl, then each of the faces of the soldiers, and then finally, back to the ocean.
"... From say where you got this water, Wolfram? "
" On the shore, "Little said Wolfram quietly," ... These soldiers were kind enough to help .
(One of the soldiers almost fainted when Wolfram said that.)
"Show Me", Waltorana said.
So they made their way to shore. Waltorana knelt, filled his hands cradled with water, and then stared at the ocean with nostalgia.
And then ...
"A-HA! So that's right, "said Waltorana so suddenly that soldiers jumped in surprise and dropped the bowl at his feet. Pale as ghosts, they resorted to Waltorana who, by the grace of Shinou, gave them no attention.
"What, Uncle Waltorana?"
"You got this here, am I right?" Waltorana asked.
"... Yes" Small said Wolfram.
"Well, now I understand why it is not blue," he said and then stood smugly, proud that would have solved the problem.
"Why?"
"Because you have to get it from ... There! "Waltorana said, pointing to the vast blue sea.
"Ohh ..." Wolfram said in amazement. "But ... How do we get there Waltorana Uncle? "
"MEN! Consíganme the finest ship in the fleet and prepare to set sail! "
Hearing no reply, they turned abruptly Waltorana. The soldiers looked at each other side.
"Why are you still here?!" Waltorana sued.
"S" His Excellency, With all due respect, Sir, all vessels are being prepared for the arrival of the Maou y. .. - "Said the bravest among the four.
"Consíganme a boat then!" Waltorana interrupted. By boat or vessel which is to float on water, was determined to Wolfram show that water was actually blue in the middle of the ocean.
"SSI sir! Right now sir! "The soldiers responded in unison, and ran to the nearest dock, grateful that they were left without their heads or any of its members on fire.
* * *
"Is it possible that something more remes s slower than this? "hissed the unfortunate soldier Waltorana chosen to accompany at the head of the family of Bielefeld and his beloved nephew.
"S-Sir, Your Excellency, I am striving sir," stammered the soldier said, making a mental note of the persons included in their last will.
"It's not good enough," hissed Waltorana again.
(For justice of the soldier, he was doing a relatively good job, Waltorana was just impossible to please if you were a beautiful blond boy by the name of Wolfram.)
"Uncle Waltorana, I think this site is good," small , or Wolfram said, saving the unfortunate soldier kills intense cold stare and the incessant hissing from his uncle.
"You, stop rowing. Give me the bucket ", Waltorana ordered, to which the soldier hastily obeyed.
Waltorana reached out to the water, filled the bucket halfway, and then sat on his lap for inspection.
The three stared at the bucket and there was silence for what seemed an eternity.
"It's not blue," the soldier said.
"It's not blue, small Wolfram repeated.
"... you reason. It is not, "said Waltorana.
How could this be? Why the water was not blue? Everything in this world had gone wrong?
definitely smelled something strange in all this (and it was only because of the smell of sea water). Should be a thing of the dirty human. Had to be.
"Wolfram, humans have done this. I guess they used some kind of spell over the ocean. None of this is your fault, you know? "
small But Wolfram was not listening. His face had a look of distress brow, his beautiful green eyes that were always oh-so-bright were now clouded, her skin as pale as linen, his lips quivered, her small hands gripping your stomach ...
"WOLFRAM!" Waltorana screamed.
"Uncle ... I do not feel ... great ... "Small said weakly Wolfram, before making a noise of throwing and catching her mouth with her hands.
"YOU, turn us back to Earth!"
"SSI, sir!"
"WOLFRAM, ALL WILL BE WELL, OK? WALTORANA GUY IS HERE. NO NEED to panic, everything will be OK! "
" S-sir, I do not think yelling and shaking is thus ayudand "" ;
"SHUT UP AND REMA, asshole!"
And so it was a familiar story for several years as the cold unfeeling Lord Waltorana von Bielefeld had taken the paddle of a common soldier (and very unfortunate), to paddle furiously as if there were no tomorrow, jumped on the boat when it came ashore with his nephew pale and weak his arms, ran screaming to a stunned group of fishermen from a nearby village and crying desperately for a healer, with tears furrowing his face.
~ ~ ~
The Maou, back in the capital, could only shake his head when he read the two cards dealt by Kohi a few minutes apart.
First, although a little hard to read because it was hastily (and horribly) written with ink smudged by what appeared to be tears and without any seal or any formality, said
Cheri-
Come quickly, Wolfram, I do not know what to do. Please hurry.
-Walt
The second letter was cleaner and seemed to have been written by a scribe. It read:
To His Majesty, the 26th Maou of Shin Makoku,
The beloved son of His Majesty is well, no need to panic. We will be returning to the capital soon.
The faithful service of His Majesty,
Waltorana Lord von Bielefeld
Bielefeld Head of Household, Major League User of elements Chief Inspector Noval Royal Fleet Honored Member of the Roundtable.
PS: If His Majesty generously ignored the first letter that his office has received good this morning, I would be eternally grateful.
P. PD: It would be for the benefit of the citizens of Shin Makoku that further research on the properties of water in all its forms, and its known effects in children line born of the tribe Mazoku oldest (and most powerful) is initiated immediately. I personally recommend that Lord Gunter von Christ is the head of this research. I am also sending investigators from my country like my fellow directors to assist in this effort.
* * * End
Twyxdust Note: Just to relieve stress, not to be taken seriously. Probably makes more sense with your 4 th bottle of beer (or beverage of your choice) at hand.
Sehrer Note: Whatever it was written, for me this is a beautiful piece of fan fiction that just could not help translate, von Bielefeld are so cute and packed down here.
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