A/N: First off, I'd like to thank everyone for reviewing my last story, "Dreamscape". I appreciate you taking the time to let me know what you thought of my first Conyuu story. This story is going to be a longer, chapter fic. It's another Conyuu story, but it takes a little while. I hope you enjoy it as much I enjoyed coming up with it. Please let me know what you think!

Child's Play

Chapter One

Yuuri knew that today wasn't going to be his day the moment he woke up and saw that it was raining. No baseball today… he sighed, feeling just as gloomy as the clouds that cried outside his window. It proceeded to worsen when that also meant he couldn't take part in his morning run with Conrad and felt drowsy as a result. At breakfast he accidentally spilled his juice over his plate and Wolfram made it worse by accusing him of cheating when he apologized to Doria and asked for another plate, then after they bickered for a while the blonde demon stood up in a rage and unknowingly startled Doria who just reentered the room causing Yuuri's second plate of food to go flying in the air and crash to the floor. He just decided to skip breakfast.

After that fiasco, Gunter practically dragged him to his study and began an extremely drawn out, theatrical lecture on the ninety-seven tax decrees the fifteenth maou made and his reasons for each one and even went into detail on what that particular maou happened to be wearing on each day he presented a new tax. Yuuri didn't want to know how Gunter received this information. Luckily, Conrad stopped by with a tray of snacks he managed to sneak away from the kitchen since Yuuri missed out on breakfast. However, the brown haired soldier had addressed him as "Your Majesty" which brought Yuuri's mood back down again. Lunch would've been fine if Gunter had allowed him to go; the man was so engaged in his lesson that he forgot the time and didn't let Yuuri leave until well after three o'clock. With a pounding head and a less-than-pleasant attitude, Yuuri was instructed to go see Gwendel and get started on his paperwork for the day. And it was still raining.

"Today just isn't my day." Yuuri sighed, stretching his arms over his head. "I just want to go to sleep."

"Stop whining like a wimp." Wolfram snorted, taking it upon himself to escort his fiancée to Gwendel's study. "You're the king, you have responsibilities. Whether you feel like doing them or not shouldn't be an issue."

Yuuri rolled his eyes and thought it wise not to answer the fire demon with some sarcastic remark that would only anger him and cause unnecessary damage to his hearing. However, this ended up being the wrong choice because Wolfram decided to just continue berating Yuuri for being such a lazy maou. Why couldn't it have been Conrad walking me? He asked inwardly, well-aware that no one would offer him an answer. The only reason Wolfram was accompanying him was because he happened to be walking by when Gunter excused him. Conrad was probably off taking care of some important soldier business anyway.

Another sigh escaped him and Wolfram growled, "Stop doing that! It's getting on my nerves!"

Yuuri frowned, "Sorry, but I can't help it. This weather is just so…" he paused, struggling to find the right word to describe the rain. "Exhausting, I guess."

Wolfram scoffed at his answer, "How can rain make someone tired? You're just- HEY!!" A strange looking, circular object flew across the hall and barely missed striking Wolfram in the head, "What's going on?!"

"Oh! My apologies, Lord von Bielefeld! I didn't see you there!" the maid Lasagna appeared from a room off to the side, clasping her hands in front of her apologetically.

"Why are you throwing things?" he asked roughly, hands placed on his hips, while Yuuri inspected the object that nearly attacked Wolfram.

Sangria poked her head out from behind Lasagna, "Oh, well, we're actually cleaning out the treasury under Lord von Voltaire's orders. It's so dusty and cluttered, you see, so we were trying to sort things and that just happened to fly out of a pile of stuff we were going through as you walked by."

Wolfram just grumbled as Yuuri walked over with the strange, circular object in hand and delivered it to Lasagna, "What is this thing?"

"Well, we think it might be a heat detector… but we're not sure." Sangria answered hesitantly as Lasagna disappeared back into the treasury.

"That would explain why it attacked Wolfram." Yuuri mused allowed, catching his fiancée's attention.

"What is that supposed to mean?!" he demanded, grabbing Yuuri by the shoulder.

The double black just forced a small laugh and rubbed the back of his head, "Nothing. Just, you're a fire element, so it makes sense." Wolfram calmed down and released him at that, allowing Yuuri to face Sangria again, "Do you think I could help?"

Both maids gasped, Sangria flushed at such an offer and Wolfram immediately raised an eyebrow, "Yuuri, don't bother yourself with maids' work. You have more important things to do."

Yuuri frowned and opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by Lasagna who rushed back over at the request, "I-it's alright, Your Majesty, we can manage."

"But I want to help. It's an awful lot of work for just you two, and besides," he directed this at Wolfram, "I could learn about the history behind some of these things and shouldn't a good maou know what's in his treasury?"

Wolfram huffed, "You're just trying to get out of doing your paperwork."

Yuuri grinned sheepishly, "Heh… well, I don't know about that." Wolfram grunted, not believing him, and Yuuri looked to the maids again, "Please, can I help?"

Sangria and Lasagna exchanged a look before the red-head spoke up, "If you really want to, Your Majesty, we'd be honored to have your assistance."

"Great!" Yuuri beamed and hurried into the treasury, "Where should I start?"

"Anywhere is fine, Your Majesty. We're just playing it by ear." Sangria smiled; enticed by his enthusiasm.

The young king nodded, "Alright. Hmm…" He started over to a shelf that housed clumps of knick-knacks that didn't seem to have any particular value. "What're these things?"

"Gifts." Wolfram piped up from behind him, "They don't do much; I think they might be for entertainment."

Yuuri picked up a multi-colored, cone shaped item and turned it around in his hand, "How does it work?"

"Most of the treasures are powered by maryoku. Try focusing your energy onto it." Sangria suggested as she sorted objects by shape.

With the cone in hand, Yuuri closed his eyes and concentrated on his maryoku. It was difficult for him to get a good grasp on it; when he went into Maou-mode it was a lot easier to expel. His hand clenched around the object and Wolfram watched, waiting for something to happen. Suddenly the colors started whirling together and it lit up. Startled, Yuuri opened his hand and let the object sit in his palm. It started to spin really fast, like a top in overdrive. A huge grin broke out on the young king's face.

"Wow! It's a Super-Top! Look Wolfram!" he held it out to the other boy as it continued to spin and flash.

He rolled his eyes and pushed Yuuri's hand away, "Stop acting like a child. It's not that exciting."

Yuuri pouted, "You don't have to be such a buzz-kill, you know." The top stopped spinning and he held it out to the maids, "Where should I put this?"

"I'll take it, Your Majesty. Thank you." Lasagna smiled, finding his interest in the treasures amusing.

"No problem, I'm glad I can help." He started to look about him again; he'd been down here several times before, but never to just inspect the interesting things that didn't have much prestige to it… like that Super-Top.

After he helped sort through the random, maryoku powered items—that amused him to no end, much to the irritation of Wolfram—he wandered over to a shelf that contained several mirrors not unlike the one that could transport any willing spirit to the past or future. Yuuri eyed them warily, recalling the trip he made to the past some time ago where he met Suzanna Julia and witnessed Conrad going off to war. He shuddered at the memory; more than happy to avoid seeing something like that again.

"These mirrors… do they do anything, you know…" he trailed off, pointing to the shelf.

Wolfram looked over; arms still folded across his chest, and shrugged, "They should be normal mirrors. Some might do something, but none of them are like the Demon Mirror. At least, they shouldn't be."

Yuuri breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh, good." He immediately picked one up and looked into it. "WOAH!!" he dropped it and leapt back; luckily Wolfram caught it before it could shatter on the ground. "W-w-wha-?"

"Wimp! What did you do that for?" Wolfram growled, setting the mirror back where it belonged.

Yuuri felt a chill run up and down his spine, "I-in the mirror! My face! It… it!" Wolfram just stared at him, awaiting an explanation, "It was a skeleton!!"

Wolfram heaved a large sigh, "Wimp. That's used for medical reasons. It shows if you have any broken bones or strange injuries."

"Well I didn't know that!" Yuuri sputtered indignantly, "You could've told me it was like an X-Ray!"

"What're you going on about? What's an Ex-Ray?" Wolfram demanded, watching as Yuuri picked up a different, dust-covered mirror. "You don't learn, do you?"

"I'll just be more careful with it." Yuuri replied; a bit insulted that Wolfram thought he'd make the same blunder twice. "And X-Rays are from my world and do what that mirror does. Shows you your bones and such."

While Wolfram mulled this over, Yuuri glanced into this next mirror. It simply showed his normal though dusty reflection, much to his relief, but had a very ornate design. It was an oval-shape with swirls decorating the edges. He felt drawn to it; it appeared too beautiful to be in this place coated in several layers of dust that hid its true beauty. He blew on it to get rid of the dust and the coughing fit that he endured afterwards reminded him not to do that again. Instead he rubbed at it with his sleeve until he could clearly see his reflection and the golden design that shone on the mirror. He smiled and his reflection smiled back. "Stop acting like a child. It's not that exciting." His reflection frowned with him as Wolfram's earlier words played back in his head. He shook them away and focused on the mirror again. I wonder if maryoku works with this one? He mused to himself and tried to focus on his energy again; forgetting the popular saying 'curiosity killed the cat'.

The maids and Wolfram failed to notice his attempt; they didn't even know what mirror he'd been looking at. The flash of light and crash alerted them to the fallen maou who'd been buried beneath piles of assorted treasures.

"Your Majesty!" Sangria gasped as Wolfram rushed over shouting his fiancée's name.

"I'll go get help!" Lasagna rushed off when they received no reply from the young king.

"Yuuri!" Wolfram started digging through the pile with Sangria's assistance, trying to find any part of Yuuri so they could pull him out. But an entire shelf had toppled onto him when he was flung backwards; they could be searching for a while. "Yuuri! Answer me you wimp! Yuuri!"

"YOUR MAJESTY!!" Conrad winced as Gunter wailed for the thousandth time since Gwendel, who appeared extremely irritated, told them that the maou had yet to show up to complete his paperwork. "YOUR MAAAAAJESTYYY!!"

"Gunter, I don't think that's going to help us find him." Conrad finally voiced his opinion; certain that if Yuuri heard Gunter's cries he'd run in the opposite direction.

Gunter sobbed, "Why does His Majesty shirk his duties? Why does he hide from me?! Your Majestyyy!!"

Conrad offered a smile, "Well… perhaps he just got distracted."

Gunter sniffled, on his way to calming down as the pair continued to search for their king. At the same time, a distressed Lasagna dashed through the hallway, rounding the corner and crashing straight into an equally distressed Gunter and a puzzled Conrad. "Oh! I'm so sorry! Lord von Christ! Sir Weller! Wait! Oh thank goodness I've found you! There's an emergency!"

"Calm down, what seems to be the problem?" Conrad asked soothingly, trying to placate the red-headed maid.

"It's His Majesty! He's been buried alive!" Conrad's calm exterior faltered and he broke into a sprint as Gunter began his wailing anew, "He's in the treasury! He fell into something and he won't answer us!"

Her cries faded as Conrad outran both her and Gunter. If Yuuri had fallen into something… he could have severe head trauma or perhaps broken something. The brown-haired soldier burst into the room and quickly descended the flight of stairs. His gaze immediately fell on Wolfram and Sangria still trying to locate Yuuri beneath the pile of junk.

"Yuuri!" he knelt down next to his brother and started to fish through the objects as well.

"What happened in here?" Gunter sounded horrified he and Lasagna entered.

"His Majesty wanted to help us clean out the treasury… he really wanted to and we couldn't say no to him. He seemed to be doing fine until…" Lasagna's voice trembled as she spoke.

Conrad reached down and his fingers brushed against something soft and warm. Skin. "Yuuri!" He focused solely on that particular spot and Wolfram caught on quickly, assisting him with uncovering the double black. The dark fabric of Yuuri's sleeve became visible and the soldier pulled on it. The person they uncovered wasn't exactly Yuuri though. Conrad gasped as he found himself staring into the face of a small unconscious child with black hair and swimming in Yuuri's clothes.