The Passage of Time- KKM fic
Well, i watched the first two episodes of the new season and I knew that it was time to release this even though I'm not done with it. I started writing this more than two years ago, but couldn't find the time to finish it. I found it amazing that I pretty much called how things went after Yuuri left, as in Wolfram becoming the next Maou. That was the premise for this fic that i started pretty much haha. When i saw that that is almost what actually happened i was totally like "Bitch! I called that shit!" lol
enough rambling, here you go
Title: The Passage of Time- Prologue
Series: Kyou Kara Maou
Rating: R (maybe NC-17)
Pairing: WolfYuu, Yorad, OC x OC...yes that's right, more OC's from me even though I hate them haha. But don't worry, they'll be just as cool as my OC's from The Honeymooners ^^
Warnings: umm nothing i really want to reveal yet haha but yes, there is gay and swearing, thats about it for now.
Summary: Yuuri returns to Shin Makoku after 3 years, his time. But time for Shin Makoku has never slowed, and decades have passed. His kingdom is peaceful and happy under the new Maou, Wolfram's, reign. So, if everything is so wonderful, why does Wolfram seem as if he's broken? Yuuri takes it upon himself to find out.
Better than the summary, i swear. I just couldn't put it the right way without putting spoilers in it >< PS. This chapter is really trippy...the rest of the fic doesnt function like this chapter haha i dunno what i was thinking actually.
The sun called out to all his children today, pouring wet sunshine onto the
land. Everything he soaked was his; the plants, the trees, the flowers, and
especially the blonde man sitting by the water, which was also his.
The sunshine stuck to his golden hair like pollen to the legs of a butterfly,
making it shine with pure majesty. The man was older, taller, and more worn down
then the days of the past when he used to shine bright like his father, the sun.
He was wider, wiser, more powerful but most of all, he was humble.
But humbleness does not squelch dreams. You don’t need pride to dream. So he
silently urges the water to heed him and to spit up the man he once loved. He
stares at his reflection, wishing that it would turn into the face of his
beloved. This has become his daily ritual. He goes and prays to that water like
it is the shrine of a God, adamant in his desire to pull forth what he wants
from its translucence.
This ritual stops one day only because his wish comes true. Looking into the
water he sees not his calm face, but the panicked face of his prayers. Bursting
forth from the water came his beloved like a whale breaching the ocean. And as
the sun shines down on the blonde man, he refuses to coat the other, for the
other man was the moon, who eternally borrowed light from the sun. He is the
opposite of the moon and the blonde. But in turn, he turns that light into his
own, sharing it with all the people around him.
The blonde man balks, nearly stumbling backward as the splendor of the other
man astounds him. Their eyes meet and the sun and the moon clash, each man’s
light pouring forward into an embrace. They realize all at once that neither
man, nor the sun or the moon, can exist or survive without the other.
They smile, each man taking in the growth of the other, realizing how tall they
had grown or how much older they looked. “Yuuri” the blonde says and the sun above
them surges with more power, drenching the entire courtyard with light, even
the spots that had been hidden in shade. And Yuuri’s black uniform stands out in
all the whiteness, demanding that the whole world turn to him in attention.
Reaching forward, the blonde offers the man his hand. He hoists the man out of the water and they collide, one body drenched with sunlight, the other wet with water. For a moment, they are unable to break apart. The sun had finally found the moon, and the moon finally returned to the sun while all that time they lived in opposite places, on opposite sides of the world.
They break apart, each man still in silent shock of the moon’s sudden return to the world of Demons. The blonde takes the other man’s hand and holds it firmly in his grasp, kneading the calloused flesh of it with his thumb to assure himself that this is indeed not a dream. Their gazes meet, shy at first but then only relieved to know that, essentially, they are both the same as they used to be.
“Welcome home,” says the blonde, giving the hand in his own a light shake.
Yuuri smiles, his cheeks squint his eyes closed because his smile is so wide. “I’m back,” he replies, allowing his hand to be worn with foreign fingers. His heart flutters at the familiarity of his companion’s presence.
Although the situation is awkward, each man wanting to convey himself but unable to find the words, or perform the actions needed to express their deepest desires, they revel in knowing that they’re together once more. No longer will the moon have lightless days spent wandering his home searching for something that feels right, and no longer will the sun have to watch an empty sky and lay sleepless in the night. They were home; they are each other’s home.
enough rambling, here you go
Title: The Passage of Time- Prologue
Series: Kyou Kara Maou
Rating: R (maybe NC-17)
Pairing: WolfYuu, Yorad, OC x OC...yes that's right, more OC's from me even though I hate them haha. But don't worry, they'll be just as cool as my OC's from The Honeymooners ^^
Warnings: umm nothing i really want to reveal yet haha but yes, there is gay and swearing, thats about it for now.
Summary: Yuuri returns to Shin Makoku after 3 years, his time. But time for Shin Makoku has never slowed, and decades have passed. His kingdom is peaceful and happy under the new Maou, Wolfram's, reign. So, if everything is so wonderful, why does Wolfram seem as if he's broken? Yuuri takes it upon himself to find out.
Better than the summary, i swear. I just couldn't put it the right way without putting spoilers in it >< PS. This chapter is really trippy...the rest of the fic doesnt function like this chapter haha i dunno what i was thinking actually.
The sun called out to all his children today, pouring wet sunshine onto the
land. Everything he soaked was his; the plants, the trees, the flowers, and
especially the blonde man sitting by the water, which was also his.
The sunshine stuck to his golden hair like pollen to the legs of a butterfly,
making it shine with pure majesty. The man was older, taller, and more worn down
then the days of the past when he used to shine bright like his father, the sun.
He was wider, wiser, more powerful but most of all, he was humble.
But humbleness does not squelch dreams. You don’t need pride to dream. So he
silently urges the water to heed him and to spit up the man he once loved. He
stares at his reflection, wishing that it would turn into the face of his
beloved. This has become his daily ritual. He goes and prays to that water like
it is the shrine of a God, adamant in his desire to pull forth what he wants
from its translucence.
This ritual stops one day only because his wish comes true. Looking into the
water he sees not his calm face, but the panicked face of his prayers. Bursting
forth from the water came his beloved like a whale breaching the ocean. And as
the sun shines down on the blonde man, he refuses to coat the other, for the
other man was the moon, who eternally borrowed light from the sun. He is the
opposite of the moon and the blonde. But in turn, he turns that light into his
own, sharing it with all the people around him.
The blonde man balks, nearly stumbling backward as the splendor of the other
man astounds him. Their eyes meet and the sun and the moon clash, each man’s
light pouring forward into an embrace. They realize all at once that neither
man, nor the sun or the moon, can exist or survive without the other.
They smile, each man taking in the growth of the other, realizing how tall they
had grown or how much older they looked. “Yuuri” the blonde says and the sun above
them surges with more power, drenching the entire courtyard with light, even
the spots that had been hidden in shade. And Yuuri’s black uniform stands out in
all the whiteness, demanding that the whole world turn to him in attention.
Reaching forward, the blonde offers the man his hand. He hoists the man out of the water and they collide, one body drenched with sunlight, the other wet with water. For a moment, they are unable to break apart. The sun had finally found the moon, and the moon finally returned to the sun while all that time they lived in opposite places, on opposite sides of the world.
They break apart, each man still in silent shock of the moon’s sudden return to the world of Demons. The blonde takes the other man’s hand and holds it firmly in his grasp, kneading the calloused flesh of it with his thumb to assure himself that this is indeed not a dream. Their gazes meet, shy at first but then only relieved to know that, essentially, they are both the same as they used to be.
“Welcome home,” says the blonde, giving the hand in his own a light shake.
Yuuri smiles, his cheeks squint his eyes closed because his smile is so wide. “I’m back,” he replies, allowing his hand to be worn with foreign fingers. His heart flutters at the familiarity of his companion’s presence.
Although the situation is awkward, each man wanting to convey himself but unable to find the words, or perform the actions needed to express their deepest desires, they revel in knowing that they’re together once more. No longer will the moon have lightless days spent wandering his home searching for something that feels right, and no longer will the sun have to watch an empty sky and lay sleepless in the night. They were home; they are each other’s home.