KKM: MuraYuu: "Dark Time"uneditedApril 24 2006, 19:42:23 UTC
It happened sometimes when he returned from a long stay at the shrine: unbidden ideas came into his head and he began to entertain thoughts that he would never normally allow. It was his old friend's fault, probably, with clever wiles worn calculating and abrasive by the passage of so many years without feeling; maybe it was even the Sovereign's fault, spreading its venom through the air in that enclosed and windowless space to infect even the Sage who had monitored it for so long.
Suddenly he would think something like, Do you know how utterly I hold your life in my hands, Shibuya?
Never mind the plots that twisted around Shibuya, tangling him up in a silken skein so soft and delicate that he hadn't even begun to suspect its presence yet. Never mind the sheer power that had accumulated in a soul thousands of years too old, power such that could only be rivaled by Shibuya at his most primal, his most raw.
A word of wrong advice and the young and impressionable Maou would tilt stubbornly at windmills, he would throw himself into the wolf's den with unsuspecting enthusiasm. A whisper could tear this kingdom in two and no one would even recognize the significance of how it had begun. It wouldn't take much to end the engagement that powered Shin Makoku's gossip mills: he knew exactly what four words to speak that would tear Shibuya and Sir von Bielefeld apart irrevocably... and it would be so easy, then, to have what he wanted, the broken heart that could warm him.
When those thoughts were on him, it always took a while to adjust to the bright light of the outside world, and remind himself that those thoughts were not appropriate here.
Unless, of course, he was there. "Murata?" Shibuya said, and dropped a hand to touch the back of his neck, unexpected and warm, clearing away the dark thoughts. Reflexively Murata smiled, leaned back into the pressure -- although, as was typical of him, Shibuya didn't seem to think anything of it.
In the end Shibuya didn't need to know any of the things that could have been. Murata had no desire to see that light of his go out.
Re: KKM: MuraYuu: "Dark Time"apapazukamoriApril 24 2006, 19:57:39 UTC
So. Much. Love.
I love the idea that Soushi might be able to influence Murata's thoughts. I love the Don Quixote image of Yuuri and this line: "he would throw himself into the wolf's den with unsuspecting enthusiasm."
Gorgeous work, Kay. ^___^ I'm just sad it's so short.
Suddenly he would think something like, Do you know how utterly I hold your life in my hands, Shibuya?
Never mind the plots that twisted around Shibuya, tangling him up in a silken skein so soft and delicate that he hadn't even begun to suspect its presence yet. Never mind the sheer power that had accumulated in a soul thousands of years too old, power such that could only be rivaled by Shibuya at his most primal, his most raw.
A word of wrong advice and the young and impressionable Maou would tilt stubbornly at windmills, he would throw himself into the wolf's den with unsuspecting enthusiasm. A whisper could tear this kingdom in two and no one would even recognize the significance of how it had begun. It wouldn't take much to end the engagement that powered Shin Makoku's gossip mills: he knew exactly what four words to speak that would tear Shibuya and Sir von Bielefeld apart irrevocably... and it would be so easy, then, to have what he wanted, the broken heart that could warm him.
When those thoughts were on him, it always took a while to adjust to the bright light of the outside world, and remind himself that those thoughts were not appropriate here.
Unless, of course, he was there. "Murata?" Shibuya said, and dropped a hand to touch the back of his neck, unexpected and warm, clearing away the dark thoughts. Reflexively Murata smiled, leaned back into the pressure -- although, as was typical of him, Shibuya didn't seem to think anything of it.
In the end Shibuya didn't need to know any of the things that could have been. Murata had no desire to see that light of his go out.
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I love the idea that Soushi might be able to influence Murata's thoughts. I love the Don Quixote image of Yuuri and this line: "he would throw himself into the wolf's den with unsuspecting enthusiasm."
Gorgeous work, Kay. ^___^ I'm just sad it's so short.
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I really think it's the shrine itself that makes that image about the spreading darkness, but I love it now. XD
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