Fic: The Admirer and the Sage - Chapter 1: Slip & Fall
Title: The Admirer and the Sage
Author: Batty_Gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: T+ - eventually M
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram x Murata
Word Count:3133
Fic Type: Ongoing
The Admirer and the Sage
by Tetra26
Summary: After coming back from Earth, Murata has an accident which causes him to start acting strange. Also, a mysterious man decides to have a little fun at everyone's - but especially Wolfram's - expense. Wolfram is sexually harassed, Shinou and Yozak are amused, and everyone else is perplexed.
Chapter 1: Slip and Fall
“Man, I thought that exam would never end!” exclaimed an exasperated Shibuya Yuuri to his friend, Murata Ken. They had just finished a final exam in one of their college courses, and were walking towards the train station from the University.
“I know what you mean,” Murata said, tiredly. He had crammed all night for the exam, and was so sleepy that his vision was starting to blur. He wanted nothing more than to go home and crawl into bed.
“How do you think you did on the exam, Murata?”
“I'm pretty sure I did well,” Murata said.
“Lucky you, I can only hope to have passed it,” Yuuri said with a sigh. “Anyhow, let's celebrate!” he said, already cheering up.
Murata inwardly groaned. The only way he wanted to celebrate was by sleeping. “Celebrate how?” he asked.
“How about we go to that club we went to a few months ago? You haven't been out with me in quite some time, and it's kind of boring without someone else going along.”
Murata sighed. The last thing he wanted to do was to go somewhere loud like a club, so he tried to steer Yuuri towards something less hectic. “I thought you didn't like clubs? Why go to one? We can do something else.”
The other boy grinned sheepishly. “Well, every since Wolfram gave me my freedom, I've become more interested in things like that,” he said. He scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. “Though, I'm still not sure why he finally renounced our engagement after all this time.”
Murata glared incredulously at his friend, who had turned away from him and was buying tokens for the train. After all this time, he couldn't believe how dense Yuuri could be. For five Earth years Yuuri had been engaged to Wolfram, and he had never “got” that Wolfram stayed engaged to him because he was in love with him.
He thought back to how surprised he had been last year when the blond man walked up to Yuuri, after one of his returns to Shin Makoku, and backhanded him across the right cheek. Yuuri had looked shocked and confused, as did everyone else. However, nothing matched the look on Wolfram's face, which was one of both determination and defeat.
'I reject you,' Wolfram had said to Yuuri, before turning and walking off. Yuuri had asked those around him what Wolfram had meant by it, and Günter had told him that he had rejected his proposal. Yuuri had been surprised about it, and was worried that Wolfram would leave the castle again.
However, things didn't change that much after that. When duty called, or if there was a mission that needed to be undertaken, Wolfram was the first by Yuuri's side. The only big difference, other than not being engaged anymore, was that Wolfram no longer slept in Yuuri's bed, nor did he put up a fuss when women (or men) flirted with Yuuri around him. At those times, the blond simply turned his head, or silently slipped away.
“Murata? Murata are you listening to me?” Yuuri asked, interrupting his thoughts.
Murata shook his head, as if to clear out thoughts of Wolfram. “I'm sorry, what did you say?”
“I said, are you going with me tonight or not?”
“I don't know, Shibuya. I'm kind of tired.”
“What's with you lately? You haven't been out with me in awhile. Usually it was you dragging me out, but lately you've been distant,” he said as he boarded the train.
“I don't know,” Murata said again as he followed Yuuri on the train. “I guess my studies have taken their toll on me,” he replied.
It was partially true, but not the biggest reason. The biggest reason was that Murata was bored. He was bored of the nightlife scene, bored with having random people paw at him in the club, and bored from waking up in some random woman's (and, occasionally, man's - though Yuuri was unaware of it) bed the next morning after a drunken tryst. Even in Shin Makoku, he found his fleeting love affairs boring. The last ten or so times he followed that pattern, he had felt so empty inside afterwards. It was a feeling that he didn't like, not one bit.
“Come on, go with me, please?” Yuuri begged.
Murata looked over to the other man, who was giving him puppy dog eyes. He sighed again.
“Fine, but I'm not staying long.”
The club was packed, just like Murata knew it would be. There were so many people there that one could barely maneuver through the crowd. He was almost certain there was some sort of building code violation being broken. He made his way to a table and sat down.
He had lost Yuuri in the crowd the minute he walked in. Murata glanced around, but caught no sight of the other man. He sighed, and put his head down on the table. He was so tired that he barely had enough energy to lift his head to order a drink when the waitress came.
Murata wasn't surprised when, not too long after having entered the place, he developed a headache. He marveled at how the throbbing in his head managed to time itself to the beat of whatever song was playing, fast or slow. He entertained himself by counting the beating throbs in his head, and didn't notice when Yuuri flopped down across from him.
“Murata, are you okay?” the other man asked, startling him out of his mental symphony.
“Not really. I have a headache and I'm sleepy,” he said, yawning for emphasis. “Don't worry about me, you have fun on your own, I'll be alright.”
“I don't want to just leave you here. Besides, I'm still not good at this sort of thing.”
Murata looked up and saw that his friend was blushing. It clicked to him that the other man was looking to pick someone up, and needed his assistance in doing so. He sighed, again.
“Fine, fine... who's your target?” he asked.
Yuuri pointed towards a short brunette that was with a slightly taller girl. “I've been talking with her,” he said.
“So, you want me to steer the friend away somehow for you? She's kind of cute, so I'll help,” he said.
Murata downed his drink in a few gulps, sat the glass down, and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Remember, we have to make our way to Shin Makoku tomorrow, so make it fast tonight and get some rest,” he said.
Both men stood up, and made their way towards the ladies.
The friend turned out to be loud, obnoxious, and arrogant, and Murata cursed Yuuri under his breath while he waited for the other man to get away with the girl's friend. He pasted a fake smile on his face while half-listening to the girl tear down the other women in the club with insults about their hair, clothing, and shoes.
He couldn't wait to ditch her, and resolved himself to going home without anyone and using his time alone to get some sleep before the next day's trip. He looked at Yuuri, who was obviously irritated by the other girl as well, and sighed.
“How about we dance?” he asked the girl, interrupting her bashing on another lady who had the audacity, in her opinion, to wear black stockings with white shoes. He held out his hand to her, and she accepted it. He lead her to the dance floor, not missing the relieved and grateful look on Yuuri's face.
He kept the girl occupied by dancing with her through several songs. He watched as Yuuri made his way to the exit with the other girl, and felt relief. Murata was annoyed that the girl he was dancing with managed to dance and rant about the fashion choices of others at the same time, and his headache grew.
After Yuuri had been gone for about fifteen minutes, he broke away from the girl with the excuse that he saw his ex there and that he still loved her and wanted to reconcile, and was amused when she stomped off in a huff.
Murata was finally free, and was all set to go home. He began making his way to the exit, but someone pushed at him and caused him to fall, and he accidentally took down a woman with him.
“I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry, someone pushed me,” he apologized. He had managed to break the girl's fall with his body at the last minute.
“It's alright, I'm fine,” she said, in broken Japanese, as she got up off of him. She put her hand out to help him up, and he accepted.
“Thanks, and once again, I'm really sorry,” he said, sheepishly. He got a good look at the girl.
She was half-Japanese, half-Caucasian, with blond hair and emerald green eyes. For the first time, in months, he felt interested. He knew that he needed to get some rest, but he threw all caution to the wind.
“How about I buy you a drink so that you'll really forgive me?” he said, giving her a flirting smile. He realized that he was still holding her hand, and brought it to his mouth and kissed it.
He watched as she blushed deeply. “That's fine,” she said, in her broken accent. Murata smiled back, and led her to the bar, her hand still in his.
They talked and drank together for about an hour. Neither bothered to ask the other's name, for they both knew that whatever was ahead was for one night only. Though Murata was still tired, the conversation kept him alert even though he was getting drunker and drunker.
She was much better company than the girl before, and made him laugh. He returned the favor, and made her laugh. They laughed together as they left the club, as they got into the taxicab, as they stumbled their way to her hotel room.
They laughed at how Murata's urgency to get his pants off caused him to fall on his bare behind, laughed more when they decided that blowing up condoms were just as interesting as putting them on, and laughed even harder when they drunkenly started to bat the blown-up condoms at each other and forgot that they were supposed to be having sex.
Murata watched as she threw her head back and went into another laughing fit. When she opened her eyes, he studied them, and realized that they were the same shade as Wolfram's.
For some reason, that turned him on, and he predatorily made his way towards her. She noticed the shift in his behavior, and also remembered what they were there to do.
They didn't stop doing it until the sun was up.
Murata had just made his way home and showered before Yuuri showed up, bright-eyed and cheerful.
“So, Murata, are you ready to go?” he said.
Murata wanted to kill him for being so perky that early in the morning, especially since he still had not gotten any sleep and was tired and hung over from the night before. He cursed himself for not taking his own advice to Yuuri about not overdoing it.
“Yes, I guess we can go,” he said, with a sigh. He eyeballed the other man, who looked well-rested. “So, how was your night?”
Yuuri blushed. “It was alright,” he mumbled.
Murata chucked at how innocent Yuuri still was as they made their way to his bathroom. He was glad that he wasn't fully dressed, and thought that it would be fun to show up in his underwear only and give everyone there an eyeful. He figured that he could also use the excuse of needing to put clothing on to make his way to his room in the shrine, and sleep off the hangover.
He clogged the drain of the bathtub and filled it halfway with water. Both he and Yuuri stepped in, and the familiar swirl of water sent them back to Shin Makoku.
Murata reminded himself, as he stood up and clutched the statue in the fountain, to never make such a trip while hung over and tired again. He was dizzy, felt like retching, and had to hold himself still for several moments.
Upon steadying himself, he stood up and turned towards the crowd that had gathered. He was amused to find that his underwear idea had been even more effective than he thought. He willed himself not to laugh out loud at the looks that he was receiving.
Several of the shrine maidens were red-faced, and were staring at his crotch. Conrad and Gwendal were looking everywhere except at him while trying to talk to Yuuri, while Yozak winked at him obnoxiously after eyeballing him in an exaggerated fashion.
Günter's expression, however, was priceless. The lavender-haired man was staring at him in shock, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Murata had to suppress the laughter that threatened to come out of him.
He was disappointed, however, that Wolfram wasn't there to see all of this. Murata would have loved to see the look on the blond's face upon coming across his half-naked form. Murata was proud of his body, after all. He had filled out nicely in the years since he first came back to Shin Makoku, and had grown several inches taller. He knew he was vain, but he didn't care. His looks often worked in his favor.
He pushed his glasses up on his face. “Well, I guess I'd better make my way to my room and get some clothing on. I'll see you all later,” he said as he stepped out of the fountain.
Unfortunately, he lost his footing. A combination of being tired and hungover prevented him from steadying himself and bracing for the fall. He fell back, and struck his head on the fountain, hard. It was like thousands of fireworks went off in his head at one time, and the pain was unbearable. He groaned and rolled onto his side, and brought his hand to the back of his head.
Murata felt the wetness, and knew that it was blood. He brought his hand back around to his face and stared at his bloody hand. He heard shouting from others, but was in too much pain to make out the words. The sound of their footsteps pounding against the pavement rang in his ears, and he looked up at their blurred, horrified faces.
Murata felt someone lift him, and a tuft of lavender hair that fell in his face let him know it was Günter that had done so.
It was the very last thing he saw before darkness overcame him.
“Be careful.”
“Don't overdo it.”
“I wish Gisela was here to do this, instead.”
“Yeah, he would have been woken up if she were here.”
“Would you all kindly shut up and get out if you're not going to be helpful?!”
Murata, who was teetering on the brink of consciousness, could hear the people in the room arguing over him, but was unable to fully awaken. His head still throbbed, though the pain was noticeably less than it had been.
From what he could tell, it was Wolfram who was attempting to heal him. He felt comforted as the warm sensation of Wolfram's healing powers returned to his body, and allowed himself to drift back into unconsciousness for awhile.
He came back to a semi-conscious state when he felt Wolfram's powers leave him, and was surprised to find that the other man was running his fingers through his hair and telling him he would be fine. This brought him to a more conscious state, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Murata looked up at the blond man, who was sitting by his bed, stroking his hair. He watched as the the other man's face went from concerned to relieved.
“Welcome back, Sage,” Wolfram said, softly. He gave Murata a slight smile. “How do you feel?”
There were a million responses that Murata could have gave him to his question. However, in his dazed state, he said the very first thing that came to his mind instead.
“You're so... beautiful,” he said.
Wolfram yanked his hand out of Murata's hair, quickly. “What?!” he yelped.
Murata took in his expression. Wolfram had a shocked look on his face, and was pushing himself as far back into his chair as possible. He was holding the wrist of the hand that had been stroking his hair.
“Beautiful,” he said again, and felt himself trying to lapse back into unconsciousness. His eyelids fluttered closed.
“Wolfram, is he alright?” he heard Gwendal ask.
“There's not any permanent damage, right?” Conrad and Günter asked, simultaneously..
“There shouldn't be, but someone needs to keep an eye on him for awhile,” Wolfram said, warily. “Yuuri, you should stay here and keep watch over him.”
“You're the one that knows more about this, I don't. You are the best choice,” Yuuri said.
“He's your friend! Why can't you do it? You have healing powers as well.”
“But I don't know how to use them as well as you!”
“Fine, fine, I'll do it. But the first time he attempts something perverted on me, I'm frying him.”
“Murata wouldn't do that to you, he likes girls.”
“Whatever.”
“Beautiful... Wolfram,” Murata said, as he slipped completely away from consciousness once again, completely missing the shriek of protest from Wolfram and the nervous chatter of the others.
Author's Notes: Well that's it, Chapter one of what's - so far - a 12-chapter thing. I've been working on this thing since April of this year, on and off. Due to Season 3, I'm going back through what I had originally written and making adjustments as necessary. In this fic, figure Murata to be 20-21 (human) years old since I mentioned that Wolfram had ended his engagement after 5 years. Also, Yuuri makes you want to strangle him throughout this fic, but he will redeem himself later on - trust me. Also, the overuse of “bored” in one particular paragraph is intentional. Feedback is greatly appreciated, especially if you see a glaring error somewhere! Chapter title is taken from a K-ci and Jojo song. Also, I'll be referring to this fic as TAATS from here on out. Lol...
Next chapter: 2
Author: Batty_Gal a.k.a Tetra26
Rating: T+ - eventually M
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Wolfram x Murata
Word Count:3133
Fic Type: Ongoing
The Admirer and the Sage
by Tetra26
Summary: After coming back from Earth, Murata has an accident which causes him to start acting strange. Also, a mysterious man decides to have a little fun at everyone's - but especially Wolfram's - expense. Wolfram is sexually harassed, Shinou and Yozak are amused, and everyone else is perplexed.
Chapter 1: Slip and Fall
“Man, I thought that exam would never end!” exclaimed an exasperated Shibuya Yuuri to his friend, Murata Ken. They had just finished a final exam in one of their college courses, and were walking towards the train station from the University.
“I know what you mean,” Murata said, tiredly. He had crammed all night for the exam, and was so sleepy that his vision was starting to blur. He wanted nothing more than to go home and crawl into bed.
“How do you think you did on the exam, Murata?”
“I'm pretty sure I did well,” Murata said.
“Lucky you, I can only hope to have passed it,” Yuuri said with a sigh. “Anyhow, let's celebrate!” he said, already cheering up.
Murata inwardly groaned. The only way he wanted to celebrate was by sleeping. “Celebrate how?” he asked.
“How about we go to that club we went to a few months ago? You haven't been out with me in quite some time, and it's kind of boring without someone else going along.”
Murata sighed. The last thing he wanted to do was to go somewhere loud like a club, so he tried to steer Yuuri towards something less hectic. “I thought you didn't like clubs? Why go to one? We can do something else.”
The other boy grinned sheepishly. “Well, every since Wolfram gave me my freedom, I've become more interested in things like that,” he said. He scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. “Though, I'm still not sure why he finally renounced our engagement after all this time.”
Murata glared incredulously at his friend, who had turned away from him and was buying tokens for the train. After all this time, he couldn't believe how dense Yuuri could be. For five Earth years Yuuri had been engaged to Wolfram, and he had never “got” that Wolfram stayed engaged to him because he was in love with him.
He thought back to how surprised he had been last year when the blond man walked up to Yuuri, after one of his returns to Shin Makoku, and backhanded him across the right cheek. Yuuri had looked shocked and confused, as did everyone else. However, nothing matched the look on Wolfram's face, which was one of both determination and defeat.
'I reject you,' Wolfram had said to Yuuri, before turning and walking off. Yuuri had asked those around him what Wolfram had meant by it, and Günter had told him that he had rejected his proposal. Yuuri had been surprised about it, and was worried that Wolfram would leave the castle again.
However, things didn't change that much after that. When duty called, or if there was a mission that needed to be undertaken, Wolfram was the first by Yuuri's side. The only big difference, other than not being engaged anymore, was that Wolfram no longer slept in Yuuri's bed, nor did he put up a fuss when women (or men) flirted with Yuuri around him. At those times, the blond simply turned his head, or silently slipped away.
“Murata? Murata are you listening to me?” Yuuri asked, interrupting his thoughts.
Murata shook his head, as if to clear out thoughts of Wolfram. “I'm sorry, what did you say?”
“I said, are you going with me tonight or not?”
“I don't know, Shibuya. I'm kind of tired.”
“What's with you lately? You haven't been out with me in awhile. Usually it was you dragging me out, but lately you've been distant,” he said as he boarded the train.
“I don't know,” Murata said again as he followed Yuuri on the train. “I guess my studies have taken their toll on me,” he replied.
It was partially true, but not the biggest reason. The biggest reason was that Murata was bored. He was bored of the nightlife scene, bored with having random people paw at him in the club, and bored from waking up in some random woman's (and, occasionally, man's - though Yuuri was unaware of it) bed the next morning after a drunken tryst. Even in Shin Makoku, he found his fleeting love affairs boring. The last ten or so times he followed that pattern, he had felt so empty inside afterwards. It was a feeling that he didn't like, not one bit.
“Come on, go with me, please?” Yuuri begged.
Murata looked over to the other man, who was giving him puppy dog eyes. He sighed again.
“Fine, but I'm not staying long.”
The club was packed, just like Murata knew it would be. There were so many people there that one could barely maneuver through the crowd. He was almost certain there was some sort of building code violation being broken. He made his way to a table and sat down.
He had lost Yuuri in the crowd the minute he walked in. Murata glanced around, but caught no sight of the other man. He sighed, and put his head down on the table. He was so tired that he barely had enough energy to lift his head to order a drink when the waitress came.
Murata wasn't surprised when, not too long after having entered the place, he developed a headache. He marveled at how the throbbing in his head managed to time itself to the beat of whatever song was playing, fast or slow. He entertained himself by counting the beating throbs in his head, and didn't notice when Yuuri flopped down across from him.
“Murata, are you okay?” the other man asked, startling him out of his mental symphony.
“Not really. I have a headache and I'm sleepy,” he said, yawning for emphasis. “Don't worry about me, you have fun on your own, I'll be alright.”
“I don't want to just leave you here. Besides, I'm still not good at this sort of thing.”
Murata looked up and saw that his friend was blushing. It clicked to him that the other man was looking to pick someone up, and needed his assistance in doing so. He sighed, again.
“Fine, fine... who's your target?” he asked.
Yuuri pointed towards a short brunette that was with a slightly taller girl. “I've been talking with her,” he said.
“So, you want me to steer the friend away somehow for you? She's kind of cute, so I'll help,” he said.
Murata downed his drink in a few gulps, sat the glass down, and wiped his mouth with a napkin. “Remember, we have to make our way to Shin Makoku tomorrow, so make it fast tonight and get some rest,” he said.
Both men stood up, and made their way towards the ladies.
The friend turned out to be loud, obnoxious, and arrogant, and Murata cursed Yuuri under his breath while he waited for the other man to get away with the girl's friend. He pasted a fake smile on his face while half-listening to the girl tear down the other women in the club with insults about their hair, clothing, and shoes.
He couldn't wait to ditch her, and resolved himself to going home without anyone and using his time alone to get some sleep before the next day's trip. He looked at Yuuri, who was obviously irritated by the other girl as well, and sighed.
“How about we dance?” he asked the girl, interrupting her bashing on another lady who had the audacity, in her opinion, to wear black stockings with white shoes. He held out his hand to her, and she accepted it. He lead her to the dance floor, not missing the relieved and grateful look on Yuuri's face.
He kept the girl occupied by dancing with her through several songs. He watched as Yuuri made his way to the exit with the other girl, and felt relief. Murata was annoyed that the girl he was dancing with managed to dance and rant about the fashion choices of others at the same time, and his headache grew.
After Yuuri had been gone for about fifteen minutes, he broke away from the girl with the excuse that he saw his ex there and that he still loved her and wanted to reconcile, and was amused when she stomped off in a huff.
Murata was finally free, and was all set to go home. He began making his way to the exit, but someone pushed at him and caused him to fall, and he accidentally took down a woman with him.
“I'm sorry, I'm so very sorry, someone pushed me,” he apologized. He had managed to break the girl's fall with his body at the last minute.
“It's alright, I'm fine,” she said, in broken Japanese, as she got up off of him. She put her hand out to help him up, and he accepted.
“Thanks, and once again, I'm really sorry,” he said, sheepishly. He got a good look at the girl.
She was half-Japanese, half-Caucasian, with blond hair and emerald green eyes. For the first time, in months, he felt interested. He knew that he needed to get some rest, but he threw all caution to the wind.
“How about I buy you a drink so that you'll really forgive me?” he said, giving her a flirting smile. He realized that he was still holding her hand, and brought it to his mouth and kissed it.
He watched as she blushed deeply. “That's fine,” she said, in her broken accent. Murata smiled back, and led her to the bar, her hand still in his.
They talked and drank together for about an hour. Neither bothered to ask the other's name, for they both knew that whatever was ahead was for one night only. Though Murata was still tired, the conversation kept him alert even though he was getting drunker and drunker.
She was much better company than the girl before, and made him laugh. He returned the favor, and made her laugh. They laughed together as they left the club, as they got into the taxicab, as they stumbled their way to her hotel room.
They laughed at how Murata's urgency to get his pants off caused him to fall on his bare behind, laughed more when they decided that blowing up condoms were just as interesting as putting them on, and laughed even harder when they drunkenly started to bat the blown-up condoms at each other and forgot that they were supposed to be having sex.
Murata watched as she threw her head back and went into another laughing fit. When she opened her eyes, he studied them, and realized that they were the same shade as Wolfram's.
For some reason, that turned him on, and he predatorily made his way towards her. She noticed the shift in his behavior, and also remembered what they were there to do.
They didn't stop doing it until the sun was up.
Murata had just made his way home and showered before Yuuri showed up, bright-eyed and cheerful.
“So, Murata, are you ready to go?” he said.
Murata wanted to kill him for being so perky that early in the morning, especially since he still had not gotten any sleep and was tired and hung over from the night before. He cursed himself for not taking his own advice to Yuuri about not overdoing it.
“Yes, I guess we can go,” he said, with a sigh. He eyeballed the other man, who looked well-rested. “So, how was your night?”
Yuuri blushed. “It was alright,” he mumbled.
Murata chucked at how innocent Yuuri still was as they made their way to his bathroom. He was glad that he wasn't fully dressed, and thought that it would be fun to show up in his underwear only and give everyone there an eyeful. He figured that he could also use the excuse of needing to put clothing on to make his way to his room in the shrine, and sleep off the hangover.
He clogged the drain of the bathtub and filled it halfway with water. Both he and Yuuri stepped in, and the familiar swirl of water sent them back to Shin Makoku.
Murata reminded himself, as he stood up and clutched the statue in the fountain, to never make such a trip while hung over and tired again. He was dizzy, felt like retching, and had to hold himself still for several moments.
Upon steadying himself, he stood up and turned towards the crowd that had gathered. He was amused to find that his underwear idea had been even more effective than he thought. He willed himself not to laugh out loud at the looks that he was receiving.
Several of the shrine maidens were red-faced, and were staring at his crotch. Conrad and Gwendal were looking everywhere except at him while trying to talk to Yuuri, while Yozak winked at him obnoxiously after eyeballing him in an exaggerated fashion.
Günter's expression, however, was priceless. The lavender-haired man was staring at him in shock, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. Murata had to suppress the laughter that threatened to come out of him.
He was disappointed, however, that Wolfram wasn't there to see all of this. Murata would have loved to see the look on the blond's face upon coming across his half-naked form. Murata was proud of his body, after all. He had filled out nicely in the years since he first came back to Shin Makoku, and had grown several inches taller. He knew he was vain, but he didn't care. His looks often worked in his favor.
He pushed his glasses up on his face. “Well, I guess I'd better make my way to my room and get some clothing on. I'll see you all later,” he said as he stepped out of the fountain.
Unfortunately, he lost his footing. A combination of being tired and hungover prevented him from steadying himself and bracing for the fall. He fell back, and struck his head on the fountain, hard. It was like thousands of fireworks went off in his head at one time, and the pain was unbearable. He groaned and rolled onto his side, and brought his hand to the back of his head.
Murata felt the wetness, and knew that it was blood. He brought his hand back around to his face and stared at his bloody hand. He heard shouting from others, but was in too much pain to make out the words. The sound of their footsteps pounding against the pavement rang in his ears, and he looked up at their blurred, horrified faces.
Murata felt someone lift him, and a tuft of lavender hair that fell in his face let him know it was Günter that had done so.
It was the very last thing he saw before darkness overcame him.
“Be careful.”
“Don't overdo it.”
“I wish Gisela was here to do this, instead.”
“Yeah, he would have been woken up if she were here.”
“Would you all kindly shut up and get out if you're not going to be helpful?!”
Murata, who was teetering on the brink of consciousness, could hear the people in the room arguing over him, but was unable to fully awaken. His head still throbbed, though the pain was noticeably less than it had been.
From what he could tell, it was Wolfram who was attempting to heal him. He felt comforted as the warm sensation of Wolfram's healing powers returned to his body, and allowed himself to drift back into unconsciousness for awhile.
He came back to a semi-conscious state when he felt Wolfram's powers leave him, and was surprised to find that the other man was running his fingers through his hair and telling him he would be fine. This brought him to a more conscious state, and he slowly opened his eyes.
Murata looked up at the blond man, who was sitting by his bed, stroking his hair. He watched as the the other man's face went from concerned to relieved.
“Welcome back, Sage,” Wolfram said, softly. He gave Murata a slight smile. “How do you feel?”
There were a million responses that Murata could have gave him to his question. However, in his dazed state, he said the very first thing that came to his mind instead.
“You're so... beautiful,” he said.
Wolfram yanked his hand out of Murata's hair, quickly. “What?!” he yelped.
Murata took in his expression. Wolfram had a shocked look on his face, and was pushing himself as far back into his chair as possible. He was holding the wrist of the hand that had been stroking his hair.
“Beautiful,” he said again, and felt himself trying to lapse back into unconsciousness. His eyelids fluttered closed.
“Wolfram, is he alright?” he heard Gwendal ask.
“There's not any permanent damage, right?” Conrad and Günter asked, simultaneously..
“There shouldn't be, but someone needs to keep an eye on him for awhile,” Wolfram said, warily. “Yuuri, you should stay here and keep watch over him.”
“You're the one that knows more about this, I don't. You are the best choice,” Yuuri said.
“He's your friend! Why can't you do it? You have healing powers as well.”
“But I don't know how to use them as well as you!”
“Fine, fine, I'll do it. But the first time he attempts something perverted on me, I'm frying him.”
“Murata wouldn't do that to you, he likes girls.”
“Whatever.”
“Beautiful... Wolfram,” Murata said, as he slipped completely away from consciousness once again, completely missing the shriek of protest from Wolfram and the nervous chatter of the others.
Author's Notes: Well that's it, Chapter one of what's - so far - a 12-chapter thing. I've been working on this thing since April of this year, on and off. Due to Season 3, I'm going back through what I had originally written and making adjustments as necessary. In this fic, figure Murata to be 20-21 (human) years old since I mentioned that Wolfram had ended his engagement after 5 years. Also, Yuuri makes you want to strangle him throughout this fic, but he will redeem himself later on - trust me. Also, the overuse of “bored” in one particular paragraph is intentional. Feedback is greatly appreciated, especially if you see a glaring error somewhere! Chapter title is taken from a K-ci and Jojo song. Also, I'll be referring to this fic as TAATS from here on out. Lol...
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