Why Can I Not See You?, MurataxYuuri, 5/27
Title: Why Can I Not See You?
Author/Artist: Me. byakuya_chan
Pairing: MurataxYuuri, major hints of un-requited ConradxYuuri.
Rating: T for hints of sex.
Genre: Romance/Slight Angst
Chapter: 5/27.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou!
Author's Ramblings: HO'SHIT 4 MONTHS?! Dx I'm so sorry!
Important Notes: Hints of GwendalxGunter, Love confession--maou style, cuddle-mazokus, eating rugs, white letters, X-posted to kkm_yaoi, kyou_kara_maou, and murata_x_yuuri
Part 2 of 2.
“Shibuya.”
Yuuri jerked awake at the sound of his name. His eyes searched wildly--apparently the stress of the love letters had finally broken him.
“Shibuya, calm down.” A warm hand ran across his cheeks, calming him immediately. Indefinitely, he was awake and looking but, and yet…
“Shibuya, I have some…not-so-pleasant news. Now, it’s only temporary, but--”
“Why can’t I see?”
Murata winced at the smothered fear in his Yuuri’s voice-his? since when was Yuuri his?-How was he to explain this calmly to the maou?
“It’s only temporary, Yuuri. You had overstressed and blacked out-Conrad had found you in your chambers. You weren’t breathing either, oddly enough…what had you so worked up, anyways?”
“These letter I’ve been getting…”
“Death threats?”
“No, nothing like that, really. Conrad told me they’re love letters, actually; from a guy…” Yuuri’s voice gradually faded and lost its volume as his eyes dilated slowly. It was quite eerie, watching his ghostly blank eyes widen and stare into nothing. “I’ve been too scared to open them.”
“And…you aren’t…excited?”
Yuuri shook his head in a morose fashion. “I…it’s just so strange! I mean, I…I just don’t know. I’m tired of thinking. So very tired…” He flumped onto the mattress yet again, willing away the tears behind his strained eyes.
“Shibuya…”
“Nmmf.” Choked was his voice, but still contained.
“Damnit, Shibuya. I’m your closest friend, aren’t I?” Gradually, Murata’s voice rose in pitch-contradictory to Yuu-chan-as did his anger, too. “What has you so bothered? It has to be more than simply those letters…”
“It’s…Conrad.”
“Weller?”
“He…he said something strange and now I don’t know what’s happening anymore. It was almost kind of like…like he was confessing his love or something, and I just…I don’t know what to do. I’m only one kid, and barely that, even.” Yuuri’s empty eyes stared vacantly into his darkness, Murata’s heart constricting in return
“Yuuri, please…” Whispering softly, Ken shifted closer to the other teen, “You’ll never recover from your fear…” he let his fingers smoothly glide over Yuuri’s own, “…unless you face it. There is nothing worse than being governed and ruled by your fears.”
ooooooo
“Sun light, sun bright, will you not snuff for me tonight?” Yuuri lay on his balcony, complaining to the hot sunset mockingly. The maou inside him had been ranting and raving and crashing into things on accident, in an attempt of garnering Yuuro’s attentions, but he stayed firm and ignored.
“Damnit, you…! You can’t ignore me forever, Shibuya.”
“Watch me. I so can. And I’m tired of your trying to act like you’re a so freaking high and mighty, damnit!” He realized, vaguely, how absurd he must look to ‘normal’ people (if such a person existed in his Mazoku-land): speaking in loud tones and arguing with himself.
Lately, the maou part had been awfully gripy and bitchy to Yuuri, complaining about how the boy was ‘denser than a mule’s ass’ and ‘so fucking oblivious, he wouldn’t even notice if he were being raped’ and other such raunchy insults.
“If you don’t open those letters, I’ll take over-by force.”
That stopped Yuuri dead in his…pace. “You wouldn’t.” But he did not wish to test the maou’s apparent wrath.
Begrudgingly, he hopped-or more like slowly crawled slower than a slug’s pace-off the ledge of his balcony, to his carpeted chambers. He stood still as stone momentarily, but the maou murmured angrily, “Go!” and gave a mental push.
Yuuri took a step.
“Those letters won’t open themselves, Yuuri. Don’t you wish to know who your secret admirer is?”
Of course he did! He just…
“That’s it, I’m taking over.”
“Wait, no--!” Too late! His consciousness was already trickling quickly into the recesses of his mind; he could feel his grip on the here and now, steadily fading into blackness.
Dizzily, the maou-Yuuri, stood up from where his container had fallen. He gave a wry grin, considering remodeling the bleak-but very ornate-room, yet Yuuri’s yells and protests deterred him. He cackled evilly, head thrown back and hands on hips in such a girly fashion it was almost a sin to see it on the maou.
“Ah, to be free…!” He sniggered a the thought of his subordinates walking in-fearful and alarmed at his presence, as he was usually only called in times of great anger and frustration.
Arrogance forgotten, he dropped the joyful and rather insane grin, instead for one of complete determination. He glared balefully at the lump of clothes covering the entrance to the “secret room”, reminding himself to take over more often and clean this wreckage of a chambers.
He had just begun to comb through the linens and mounds and towers of clothing, when who else but Wolfram entered the scene. “Shibuya, you simply must take me back as your…” his voice faltered and faded off as the chloroform spread through his body, swiftly knocking him out.
The maou breathed a sigh of relief. He mumbled a quiet apology and shoved the blonde onto the bed, envelope in hand.
ooooooo
Yuuri-the real Yuuri, awoke some hours later, facing an array of shocked servants and workers. Confusedly, he opened his mouth to ask a simply “What’s the time?” but wwat came out was “What’s the fuck?”
“Your Majesty, you are…yourself?”
“Uh…yeah. I mean, the asshole took over my body and I kind of zonked out after a while, but…yeah.”
The mazoku around him released a loud breath of relief. Günter stood off to the side, thanking a mazoku’s deity whilst Conrad simply smiled in an all-too-knowing manner.
“So…” Yuuri began again, “what happened?”
A sudden ominous force of fear presented itself, and Conrad ushered all who were not closely acquainted with the boy out of his chambers. He breathed deeply, head resting against the door.
“Conrad?”
“Yes?”
“Did I…do something?” Yuuri worried far too easily, and it was much more intense with the obvious lack of sight.
“Not exactly. You-or should I say, you ‘other’--knocked out Wolfram with chloroform and took many of your secret love letters, so to speak.”
That asshat! “Where did he stash them?”
“Gehenna knows.”
“What of Wolfram?”
“He is resting.”
“And Murata?”
“That…is the difficulty we are facing, Majesty…” he sighed again, and moved over to the edge of Yuuri’s bed, preparing to give him some rather…unorthodox information; after all, such things as these usually did not occur in Yuuri’s own time and world.
“After your other took the letter supposedly-it was an unconfirmed report, and there are next to no leads-he was seen sneaking throughout the castle. We thought nothing of it, until Wolfram was found dead asleep on your bed covers.”
“But he wasn’t hurt, right?” Yuuri’s eyes gave no emotion, but his voice betrayed all his worry.
“No, but…when we found Wolfram, the castle was alerted of your other’s presence, causing it to go into a state of complete anarchy and uproar. They feared that they may be in danger; however, by that time, he…”
Yuuri’s voice cracked on a note. “Y…eah?”
“Murata came to us, saying he had been ‘claimed’.”
“Oh, that’s all?” Yuuri asked, as if it were completely normal for people to be ‘claimed’ at random opportunities, “We can just fix that, right? Null the contract, and--”
“Yuuri, claiming is well…mating. Your other claimed Murata as his own. It cannot be undone.
“Yuuri you must face the truth of the matter: Murata is now your lover, so to speak, and he will be for the rest of your life and reign.”
Author/Artist: Me. byakuya_chan
Pairing: MurataxYuuri, major hints of un-requited ConradxYuuri.
Rating: T for hints of sex.
Genre: Romance/Slight Angst
Chapter: 5/27.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kyou Kara Maou!
Author's Ramblings: HO'SHIT 4 MONTHS?! Dx I'm so sorry!
Important Notes: Hints of GwendalxGunter, Love confession--maou style, cuddle-mazokus, eating rugs, white letters, X-posted to kkm_yaoi, kyou_kara_maou, and murata_x_yuuri
Part 2 of 2.
“Shibuya.”
Yuuri jerked awake at the sound of his name. His eyes searched wildly--apparently the stress of the love letters had finally broken him.
“Shibuya, calm down.” A warm hand ran across his cheeks, calming him immediately. Indefinitely, he was awake and looking but, and yet…
“Shibuya, I have some…not-so-pleasant news. Now, it’s only temporary, but--”
“Why can’t I see?”
Murata winced at the smothered fear in his Yuuri’s voice-his? since when was Yuuri his?-How was he to explain this calmly to the maou?
“It’s only temporary, Yuuri. You had overstressed and blacked out-Conrad had found you in your chambers. You weren’t breathing either, oddly enough…what had you so worked up, anyways?”
“These letter I’ve been getting…”
“Death threats?”
“No, nothing like that, really. Conrad told me they’re love letters, actually; from a guy…” Yuuri’s voice gradually faded and lost its volume as his eyes dilated slowly. It was quite eerie, watching his ghostly blank eyes widen and stare into nothing. “I’ve been too scared to open them.”
“And…you aren’t…excited?”
Yuuri shook his head in a morose fashion. “I…it’s just so strange! I mean, I…I just don’t know. I’m tired of thinking. So very tired…” He flumped onto the mattress yet again, willing away the tears behind his strained eyes.
“Shibuya…”
“Nmmf.” Choked was his voice, but still contained.
“Damnit, Shibuya. I’m your closest friend, aren’t I?” Gradually, Murata’s voice rose in pitch-contradictory to Yuu-chan-as did his anger, too. “What has you so bothered? It has to be more than simply those letters…”
“It’s…Conrad.”
“Weller?”
“He…he said something strange and now I don’t know what’s happening anymore. It was almost kind of like…like he was confessing his love or something, and I just…I don’t know what to do. I’m only one kid, and barely that, even.” Yuuri’s empty eyes stared vacantly into his darkness, Murata’s heart constricting in return
“Yuuri, please…” Whispering softly, Ken shifted closer to the other teen, “You’ll never recover from your fear…” he let his fingers smoothly glide over Yuuri’s own, “…unless you face it. There is nothing worse than being governed and ruled by your fears.”
ooooooo
“Sun light, sun bright, will you not snuff for me tonight?” Yuuri lay on his balcony, complaining to the hot sunset mockingly. The maou inside him had been ranting and raving and crashing into things on accident, in an attempt of garnering Yuuro’s attentions, but he stayed firm and ignored.
“Damnit, you…! You can’t ignore me forever, Shibuya.”
“Watch me. I so can. And I’m tired of your trying to act like you’re a so freaking high and mighty, damnit!” He realized, vaguely, how absurd he must look to ‘normal’ people (if such a person existed in his Mazoku-land): speaking in loud tones and arguing with himself.
Lately, the maou part had been awfully gripy and bitchy to Yuuri, complaining about how the boy was ‘denser than a mule’s ass’ and ‘so fucking oblivious, he wouldn’t even notice if he were being raped’ and other such raunchy insults.
“If you don’t open those letters, I’ll take over-by force.”
That stopped Yuuri dead in his…pace. “You wouldn’t.” But he did not wish to test the maou’s apparent wrath.
Begrudgingly, he hopped-or more like slowly crawled slower than a slug’s pace-off the ledge of his balcony, to his carpeted chambers. He stood still as stone momentarily, but the maou murmured angrily, “Go!” and gave a mental push.
Yuuri took a step.
“Those letters won’t open themselves, Yuuri. Don’t you wish to know who your secret admirer is?”
Of course he did! He just…
“That’s it, I’m taking over.”
“Wait, no--!” Too late! His consciousness was already trickling quickly into the recesses of his mind; he could feel his grip on the here and now, steadily fading into blackness.
Dizzily, the maou-Yuuri, stood up from where his container had fallen. He gave a wry grin, considering remodeling the bleak-but very ornate-room, yet Yuuri’s yells and protests deterred him. He cackled evilly, head thrown back and hands on hips in such a girly fashion it was almost a sin to see it on the maou.
“Ah, to be free…!” He sniggered a the thought of his subordinates walking in-fearful and alarmed at his presence, as he was usually only called in times of great anger and frustration.
Arrogance forgotten, he dropped the joyful and rather insane grin, instead for one of complete determination. He glared balefully at the lump of clothes covering the entrance to the “secret room”, reminding himself to take over more often and clean this wreckage of a chambers.
He had just begun to comb through the linens and mounds and towers of clothing, when who else but Wolfram entered the scene. “Shibuya, you simply must take me back as your…” his voice faltered and faded off as the chloroform spread through his body, swiftly knocking him out.
The maou breathed a sigh of relief. He mumbled a quiet apology and shoved the blonde onto the bed, envelope in hand.
ooooooo
Yuuri-the real Yuuri, awoke some hours later, facing an array of shocked servants and workers. Confusedly, he opened his mouth to ask a simply “What’s the time?” but wwat came out was “What’s the fuck?”
“Your Majesty, you are…yourself?”
“Uh…yeah. I mean, the asshole took over my body and I kind of zonked out after a while, but…yeah.”
The mazoku around him released a loud breath of relief. Günter stood off to the side, thanking a mazoku’s deity whilst Conrad simply smiled in an all-too-knowing manner.
“So…” Yuuri began again, “what happened?”
A sudden ominous force of fear presented itself, and Conrad ushered all who were not closely acquainted with the boy out of his chambers. He breathed deeply, head resting against the door.
“Conrad?”
“Yes?”
“Did I…do something?” Yuuri worried far too easily, and it was much more intense with the obvious lack of sight.
“Not exactly. You-or should I say, you ‘other’--knocked out Wolfram with chloroform and took many of your secret love letters, so to speak.”
That asshat! “Where did he stash them?”
“Gehenna knows.”
“What of Wolfram?”
“He is resting.”
“And Murata?”
“That…is the difficulty we are facing, Majesty…” he sighed again, and moved over to the edge of Yuuri’s bed, preparing to give him some rather…unorthodox information; after all, such things as these usually did not occur in Yuuri’s own time and world.
“After your other took the letter supposedly-it was an unconfirmed report, and there are next to no leads-he was seen sneaking throughout the castle. We thought nothing of it, until Wolfram was found dead asleep on your bed covers.”
“But he wasn’t hurt, right?” Yuuri’s eyes gave no emotion, but his voice betrayed all his worry.
“No, but…when we found Wolfram, the castle was alerted of your other’s presence, causing it to go into a state of complete anarchy and uproar. They feared that they may be in danger; however, by that time, he…”
Yuuri’s voice cracked on a note. “Y…eah?”
“Murata came to us, saying he had been ‘claimed’.”
“Oh, that’s all?” Yuuri asked, as if it were completely normal for people to be ‘claimed’ at random opportunities, “We can just fix that, right? Null the contract, and--”
“Yuuri, claiming is well…mating. Your other claimed Murata as his own. It cannot be undone.
“Yuuri you must face the truth of the matter: Murata is now your lover, so to speak, and he will be for the rest of your life and reign.”