Fic: Broken Straws Pt. 1 NC-17 KKM MuraYuu
I realised, after some comments, that I had a rather Pratchett-esque way of not breaking fics into chapters; evidently, this makes reading tedious for some people. I personally never read according to chapters, but if it affects the fic, I'm willing to try chapter style.
Title: Broken Straws
Series: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing:MuraKen/Yuuri
Rating: PG here, NC-17 in later chapters
Chapters: One of ?
Summary: In search of someone to talk to, Yuuri finds himself, and the answers to his questions, in Murata's room.
A/N: No sex in this chapter; it's sort of a prelude to the rather large amount of sex in later chapters. As always, please read, review and enjoy!
For the fourth time in as many days, Shibuya Yuuri sat straight up in bed, awakened by a dream. Rubbing his eyes, he turned to the window. It was still very dark, probably around two in the morning or so, based on the position of the moon. Yuuri sighed. This dream had woken him up every night for the past several days. He knew he'd had it before, but never as consistently as it was occurring now. The most frustrating part was that, while it was very real and vivid as he dreamt it, the dream faded away almost as soon as he woke up, leaving him feeling distinctly empty and needing something that he could never quite place.
Sighing, he got out of bed. He wanted to talk to someone. Usually, that someone would be Conrad, but Conrad seemed to become very befuddled by dreams. He usually referred Yuuri to Murata, because everyone generally assumed that of all the people in the castle, the Daikenja was by far the most knowledgeable and could therefore interpret dreams easily. And Wolfram certainly wasn't an option; even though it had been a year since they had called off the engagement, the blonde was still acting strangely around him. And besides, Wolfram never was good with emotions. Even while they were still engaged, he'd have told Yuuri to see Murata anyway.
So Yuuri found himself wandering off to Murata's room, still wearing his pyjamas. Ever since the end of the ordeal involving Shinou and the four boxes, Murata had moved from Shinou Temple back into Blood Pledge Castle, although, Yuuri noticed, he sometimes stayed at the Temple when he was in a brooding mood. Yuuri enjoyed having Murata close by; having someone who understood him completely, not only just the half that belonged to Shin Makoku, but also the half that belonged to Earth, was a relief.
All at once, Yuuri was standing in front of the doors that led into Murata's room. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if Murata might already be asleep. Usually, though, he remembered that Murata required less sleep that the average teenaged boy; he tended to stay up late and get up early. But two o'clock in the morning was late by anyone's standards, so Yuuri opened the door very quietly, just in case.
He was met by darkness as he stepped into the room; the only light was from the bright, full moon as it cast its pale beams over the rug-covered floor.
Yuuri's eyes were attracted toward the curtained bed; Murata's bed was just like his, and for that matter, his room was styled after Yuuri's too. These two twin rooms, the royal bedchambers, were the only two like them in the castle. Even though the rooms had been designed, built, and designated hundreds of years ago, it was still only right, Yuuri felt, that Murata, his equal, should live in this room.
Seeing that his friend had obviously retired for the night, Yuuri turned to leave. As his hand met the doorknob, he heard Murata sigh and turn over. Yuuri was just about to speak, to apologise for letting himself in, when Murata sighed again and tossed the blankets away from his half-nude body.
Title: Broken Straws
Series: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing:MuraKen/Yuuri
Rating: PG here, NC-17 in later chapters
Chapters: One of ?
Summary: In search of someone to talk to, Yuuri finds himself, and the answers to his questions, in Murata's room.
A/N: No sex in this chapter; it's sort of a prelude to the rather large amount of sex in later chapters. As always, please read, review and enjoy!
For the fourth time in as many days, Shibuya Yuuri sat straight up in bed, awakened by a dream. Rubbing his eyes, he turned to the window. It was still very dark, probably around two in the morning or so, based on the position of the moon. Yuuri sighed. This dream had woken him up every night for the past several days. He knew he'd had it before, but never as consistently as it was occurring now. The most frustrating part was that, while it was very real and vivid as he dreamt it, the dream faded away almost as soon as he woke up, leaving him feeling distinctly empty and needing something that he could never quite place.
Sighing, he got out of bed. He wanted to talk to someone. Usually, that someone would be Conrad, but Conrad seemed to become very befuddled by dreams. He usually referred Yuuri to Murata, because everyone generally assumed that of all the people in the castle, the Daikenja was by far the most knowledgeable and could therefore interpret dreams easily. And Wolfram certainly wasn't an option; even though it had been a year since they had called off the engagement, the blonde was still acting strangely around him. And besides, Wolfram never was good with emotions. Even while they were still engaged, he'd have told Yuuri to see Murata anyway.
So Yuuri found himself wandering off to Murata's room, still wearing his pyjamas. Ever since the end of the ordeal involving Shinou and the four boxes, Murata had moved from Shinou Temple back into Blood Pledge Castle, although, Yuuri noticed, he sometimes stayed at the Temple when he was in a brooding mood. Yuuri enjoyed having Murata close by; having someone who understood him completely, not only just the half that belonged to Shin Makoku, but also the half that belonged to Earth, was a relief.
All at once, Yuuri was standing in front of the doors that led into Murata's room. He hesitated for a moment, wondering if Murata might already be asleep. Usually, though, he remembered that Murata required less sleep that the average teenaged boy; he tended to stay up late and get up early. But two o'clock in the morning was late by anyone's standards, so Yuuri opened the door very quietly, just in case.
He was met by darkness as he stepped into the room; the only light was from the bright, full moon as it cast its pale beams over the rug-covered floor.
Yuuri's eyes were attracted toward the curtained bed; Murata's bed was just like his, and for that matter, his room was styled after Yuuri's too. These two twin rooms, the royal bedchambers, were the only two like them in the castle. Even though the rooms had been designed, built, and designated hundreds of years ago, it was still only right, Yuuri felt, that Murata, his equal, should live in this room.
Seeing that his friend had obviously retired for the night, Yuuri turned to leave. As his hand met the doorknob, he heard Murata sigh and turn over. Yuuri was just about to speak, to apologise for letting himself in, when Murata sighed again and tossed the blankets away from his half-nude body.