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BBTot4MP Chapter 1

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It was another three boring tomes later that Yuri realized something odd about every story, legend, myth, historical documentation, what have you about the Great Sage and/or the Great One.

"Hey, Günter?" he interrupted the swooning lily, who was in the middle of commenting on a recount of a minor battle in the War Against the Originators.

"Oh, yes, sire?"  Günter asked with his full attention, loyal to the extreme; and Yuri only ever spoke up like this when he wanted to leave, but the flowery advisor always had hope for the spare comment or question that Yuri sometimes had for the lesson itself.

"Why do none of the records seem to have the Great One and Great Sage's names?"

Günter was stunned at that epiphany, since he'd often had a similar inkling, but had never found anything depicting their names.  It was hypothesized that the Great One was a Spitzberg, but little proof could be found.  Günter told his King all of this.

"Huh…You'd think that a kingdom so obsessed with them would at least remember their names…"  As usual, Yuri meant no offense by that, merely naïve and innocent thought, but it caused something to bristle in Günter anyways, though he did his best to hide it and smile.

"I suppose you're right as always, Your Majesty, but I assure you that much has been done in the way of digging up that blessed information.  Oh, perhaps now that the Originators are defeated and Your Most Distinguished Highness is here to lead us all to Absolute Glory, much that has been Tragically Lost can become Found Again!"  Swoon.

"Hey, that's a great idea!  Detective Yuri Shibuya is on the case!  I'll come get you if I need something in the library.  See you later, Günter!"  With that quickly exclaimed, Yuri was off like a shot, pubescent energy giving him the usual jump he needed ahead of the old-ish mazoku- oddly called a dæmon in the native language.

"Eh- I- Your Majesty!  I'm so glad that your noble spirit once again has that adventurous fascination with your land and culture which leads you to do such wondrous things!"  Günter's eyes sparkled with devoted admiration.  The text in his hands was forgotten as he clasped his hands together in some sort of gesture of worship or something, and the poor book fell to the ground.

"…Günter, what are you going on about?" said the low, gravelly voice of Gwendal von Voltaire.  The man himself took up the entire space of the doorway in a rock-like wall of forest green and muscled toughness.  He'd apparently been standing there for a moment, long enough to catch the bulk of Gunter's gust of gush.

"Ah, Gwendal!" said Günter, startled.  "I'm sorry, I was just talking to myself, I suppose…"  He immediately calmed, knowing that no whirlwind of emotion would affect the mountain personality of the man before him.  Usually.

"What has that boy done now to make you so excited?"  Right to the point, as always.

Meanwhile, King Yuri was at the now-mostly-vacant Tomb, since he had a feeling that he'd find good answers at the place now most-connected to the one about whom he wanted to learn, not to mention Murata was there.  Well, he called him "Ken" now, since they'd been through too much for them not to have enough familiarity to call each other by their first names, though Yuri was still getting used to it.

"Hey, Mur- er, Ken!" called Yuri as he got to the center courtyard with the pond and sighted the other double-black by the water.

"Yuri!  Did Günter-kyo let you go already?  It seems oddly early for that.  Is he sick?"  Murata, who had had lots of practice with an incredible amount of different names, had no trouble adapting to the change, even though the whole castle was insisting the change in him from formal last names to informal first names.

"Do you mind if I ask you one quick question about your life as the first Daikenja?" he replied cautiously as he joined him by the pond and caught his breath from the job from the castle to the Tomb.  He knew that multiple scholars and political officials had been begging the Sage to tell them all about his first life, and especially about the Great One, but he'd always refused and kept quiet about it.  As usual, with Yuri, Murata looked patient and now wary, since he trusted him very much.

"Well, I can't guarantee an answer, but I suppose I'll listen to this one question."

"What were your and Shinou-heika's names?"  Yuri knew it was best to just ask outright and not dance around everything with him, since he'd always been able to figure out what one was really saying anyways.  Besides, it was even possible to startle the genius when one came out bluntly like this.  It did indeed catch him off guard for a moment, causing the wise one to splutter mildly.

"Names?  Huh.  No one's even asked me that before you just did.  You'd think it would be more of an obvious question for everyone."  He chuckled a bit, though without humor.  There was a lost, sad look in his eyes that he hid with the shine of his glasses.

"I understand if you don't want to tell me.  I just figured it might help everyone learn about that past time without bothering you so much; the scholars could find the information themselves.  Like, if Shinou's name was also Bielefeld, all we'd have to do is trace back that family and find out who he was."  Yuri's bright face shone with hope, idealism, and understanding, eyes shining with it, smile kind and welcoming as always.

Murata couldn't help but wish he could tell him anything.  "I'm sorry, Yuri, but he specifically had that sort of information taken out of the records.  He wanted us to be disconnected enough to form, dare I say, a sort of religion with ideals to follow.  If we were seen as so human, things would change, potentially for the worst."

"Sure, if we needed that anymore.  You have to admit, dear Sage, that people don't need us quite so much these days.  Right?"  Both double-blacks' gazes shot to under the overhang, in the shadows, where the Great One stood at full size…and naked.

Glint, went Murata's glasses.

"Oh, Shinou!  Er, Great One," he corrected in the right language, "why are you…?"

The Great One smiled, unashamed (and smug) and didn't move to hide anything.  He was in the shadows anyways.  "Oh, I don't want to waste my power.  I've lost quite a bit since the darkness left me and I want to wait and see until I've gotten back on my feet, so to speak, and recovered fully."

"Back to the more important subject.  I see that you're right," interrupted the Sage.  "Don't let it get to your head, though.  So, are you going to finally give Yuri and the others the information they seek?"  He kept his face clear and set and barely even appeared to be looking at the Great One, who was smiling at Yuri.

"Give them the information?  No."  He grinned more broadly and disappeared.

"No?!" cried Yuri, "But everyone'll kill me!"  He didn't want to think about Günter's reaction, and then Wolfram's…

"Don't worry, he just means that he won't give it so easily.  Give it a little time and you'll learn all that there is.  Just don't involve me, please."  Murata's voice had lost all lightness, and so Yuri promised and left him alone with his memories.

The next day, after Yuri had worked extremely hard to avoid Günter without seeming like he was avoiding Günter (which was easy, since Günter was with Gwendal for the rest of the day, both locked in Gwendal's office), a cry rang from the Tomb maidens and to the castle.

"A new secret room has been found at the Tomb?" said Yuri after he'd read the message sent to him by Ulrike.  "I wonder what's in it."

"It seems like there are new artifacts and documents that haven't been seen in a few thousand years," said Yozak, who had delivered the message.  "Lord Kleist will be ecstatic."  Conrart took the letter from Yuri and glanced over it, but that was really all there was to it.

"Well, we'll have to go and see right away.  Yozak, please go and wake up Gwendal and Günter so they don't miss anything else," said Conrart.

"In that case, maybe someone should wake one up while the other gets the other," suggested Yuri.

"No, that won't be necessary," smirked Yozak.

Barely ten minutes later, Günter was rocketing out the front door and zipping along the path to the Tomb, leaving nothing but a huge trail of flying dust behind him.  Luckily, he'd remembered to put on clothes before leaving.

"Oh, my, oh, my my my!" cried Günter as he caught sight of the various soldiers, in various colors, carefully extracting dressers, strong wooden boxes, and covered paintings from inside the Tomb to the outside front where they could view it all in proper light.  To everyone's surprise, the documents were fewer than they'd first thought, and the number of paintings was extensive.  "What a treasure trove!" Günter exclaimed, unable to move from the shock and unable to step forward from the inability to decide where to start.

Gwendal, much slower since he was missing the rocket fuel of Günter's excitement, arrived a few minutes later to see Günter at an old desk, sitting in a chair someone had brought to him, sorting through pages while wearing his spectacles.  Gwendal went over and looked over his shoulder.  "How old are those?  A couple decades?"

"I'm not sure."  Günter twirled a lock of silky hair.  "It looks like…diary pages, but they are only dated with months and days, but not years.  I'm not sure whose diary it is.  Where is His Eminence?"

"I believe he's back at the castle and doesn't wish to be disturbed.  I'm sure you'll figure it out."  Gwendal put a hand on Günter's shoulder, stroking his soft hair with his pinky.

"Hey, Günter, you're up!  That was fast.  What have you found out," said Yuri as he dismounted Aou the horse and hurried over to join the scene.

"Oh, I'm afraid I have found nothing as of yet," said Günter, somewhat flustered.  Gwendal quickly removed his hand from Günter's shoulder and crossed his arms.

"That's okay.  There's plenty of time, and it seems like we have plenty to go by.  Hey, are those paintings?"  Yuri went over to the growing, standing stack of paper-covered-canvas-covered-flat-ish wood.

Günter looked up and over to him.  "Hmm, I suppose I could take a break and look through those with His Majesty.  After all, surely they'll give us some clues as to what all of this is."  He stood and went over, pulling his cloak around him as protection from the sun.  Gwendal followed, since he had nothing better to do but be a container for handkerchiefs, in case a certain someone suffered excessive nasal bleeding from whatever he might find.

The first painting to catch Yuri's eye appeared to be a large portrait, much like the ones of the Great One and Great Sage in the castle hall.  "…Could it be?"  He carefully began uncovering it.

Behind him, once the painting was visible, Günter shrieked.  "Oh my!  It's-!"

And now, I interrupt this scene to begin the story.  What Yuri will find is that this is indeed the information that the Great One had promised, including old journals from his higher army members (Rufus Bielefeld, Zigbert Voltaire, and others), his own battle notes and plans, the Sage's battle notes and plans, and everything else from their lives that could possibly give any indication of who they ever were, other than the divine heroes they were known as being.  Everything was perfectly preserved thanks to the magic of the Tomb, a magic that helped explain Ulrike's own preservation and others.  Since they are working almost backwards in their findings, I cannot let you readers know what they're finding until the very end, when that one painting is explained before it's shown.  And so, please enjoy the story of Arsenio Spitzberg and Navon Kleist, the Great One and the Great Sage, from four millennia in the past.
full title name: Big Bang Tale of the 4 Millennia Past.
Chapter 1: "A Name Fit for a King"

Posting here so Mus can put it on our website :) but hey, maybe someone on DA'll start reading it.

Will be rated M in the future, but it'll be pretty innocent for a while.

Anyways, this is my first Kyo Kara Maoh fanfic and it's gonna be a long one :p

Summary: Now that the Originators have been defeated, it's time for some valuable, special, intimate information about the two most influential dæmons in all of the Great Demon Kingdom- the Great One and Great Sage. Here's their tale.

Notes: Based fully in the anime (though yes, I know about certain mentionings in the novels, but I'm going to pretty much ignore them :p). Also, I do have names for the GS and GO, and one of them I've learned is canon: Navon, the Sage. Navon Kleist and Arsenio Spitzberg are my names. I did make up Arsenio myself, but I'm sure you'll agree with me after a bit that it fits him fantastically, especially since one can shorten it humorously to "Arsey" :p

Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me save for the story
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