This is my first KKM Fanfic so pleez don't be too harsh on me, k? *puppy eyes*

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh.... *manical laughter* I just decided to borrow them for a little while!!!

"...." : dreams

"The shadows of the night

Are not meant to come to light

The death of a loved one

Comes quicker than the thought

Step away from that which is not yours by right

For within is the tainted blood filled with light

Most loved one's death will be on your hands

If not for the right of Royal lands"

Tanned hands began to shake uncontrollably as Yuuri Shibuya stared at the crumbled peice of parchment in disgust and anger. Sweat beaded on his forehead and he could feel the beginnings of a headache. He must have read the note a hundred times, but...

'Does one ever get used to reading threats like this I wonder?'

He had recieved the threatening note over a month ago, but had managed to keep its exsistance reletively secret. Gwendel Von Voltaire was the only one who knew so far. And he would much rather keep it that way.

Of course, that was easier said than done. At first, they thought nothing of it since most threats were mostly harmless to begin with. But now...

There had been several attempts on his friends lives...with two resulting in death...

'I'm going to kill him....Or just make him wish I did...'

"Your Majesty?"

Dark storm-filled eyes glanced up into deep blue with a frown forming on his handsome face. "Yozak. Where...Where did you come from?" The king swallowed the lump of hatred in his throat that was threatening to choak him.

The orange-haired warrior shrugged and leaned forward. "Here and there.....Now what's that you got there? You look like you just saw the spirit of The Great One himself .....and was going to try and kill him....."

Yuuri's eyes widened in false innocence as he jerked the document behind his back with an obviously fake grin. "It's n-nothing."

Blue eyes rolled skyward as he reached out. "Now young man, No secrets..."

The teen jumped back a few steps and shook his head violently. "Me? Secrets?...hehe...I told you it's nothing..."

A not-so-longsuffering sigh escaped as the man straightened and eyed the boy thoughtfully. 'Does he really think I'm that stupid?'

Very few people saw the king lately and those that did did not wish to repeat the experience. Yuuri simply wasn't the person he had been only a few months ago.

His question was answered as the dark eyes raised to meet his sighed and offered a tired smile. "Please don't push this, Yozak. I'll tell you what it is when I know what I'm going to do about it. For now,....I just need to be left alone. I have a lot I need to deal with."

Yozak sighed as he crossed his well-muscled arms over his chest. He had to keep reminding himself that this person wasn't the naive little boy who had been crowned King only a few years ago. He had grown and matured. He was different physically, yes...but there was more than that. He had matured inside as well. Yet that wasn't exactly a good thing. 'The Ice King' they called him.

Ever since that night last week, Yuuri had become cold and distant. He seemed to be brushing off those closest to him and no one could figure out why.

Yozak shook his head in frustration but gave in.

"Fine. But I had better be the first to know."

Yuuri sighed and sank into his chair. He placed the folded document into the side drawer of his desk and locked it. "Second. Gwendel already knows...." Black eyes narrowed as he glared at the clutter in front of him. "Did you want something? Or just come to bug me?"

"Actually," Yozak began, stressing each syllable in the word, " Gwendel sent me to fetch the documents he said you were suppossed," again the stressing, " to have sent him last week." The man batted his eyelids and grinned, clasping his hands together in front of him.

"Don't start it, Ms. Biceps." Despite the present situation, Yuuri found himself chuckling at the man's performance. "You're impossible."

It only took a few minutes to gather up the documents Yozak had been sent to retrieve and Yuuri was grateful when the man finally bowed and left him alone once again.

'I probably shouldn't be alone right now.... but I don't want to face them...Not yet.'

But he couldn't put it off forever. He folded his arms on the top of the desk and dropped his head.

One week. That's all the time that had passed since Greta's death. Maybe, just maybe, he could have handled the whole situation a lot better if not for the fact that Greta hadn't been the only victim.

He felt his eyes flutter but fought the urge to sleep, knowing the nightmares were waiting there. 'I should have done something more to protect them...'

A soft breeze ruffled his hair as he lay there, staring at nothing....at everything. The sun warmed his back and he had to fight down a yawn. He hadn't slept in four days...and it was beginning to catch up to him...

"Yoohoo! Your Majesty!"

The blonde whirlwind grabbed him before he could even acknowledge her presence. Laughter echoed from somewhere off to his right....Greta....

"Honestly, Yuuri, what did you think you were doing running off like that?!"

"Well, obviously the little wimp wanted to get away from those aristocratic crows, Mother."

Yuuri managed (tho he wasn't sure how) to turn his head and glare at the blonde aristocrat. "Like you got any room to talk, Wolf... You are an aristocrat too you know..."

Green eyes glittered dangerously as he smirked. "Are you saying I'm a crow? Hmm, Yuuri?"

"Papa! Are you going to eat with us tonight?!" Greta's eyes sparkled in excitement as Yuuri pulled her up into a fierce hug.

Yuuri looked down at her upturned face with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, Greta, love... But I have a few documents I need to go over with Gwendal and Gunter." He sighed and ruffled her hair. "Why don't you go on to bed after supper and I'll come read you a story, ok?"

The girl sniffled but nodded. "Ok, Papa. But hurry up!"

Yuuri flinched as the walls around him suddenly wavered. 'What ....Oh God, not again...'

Cold creeped beneath his skin as his legs gave out and he slid, helplessly to the floor. The light of the dining hall had disappeared, and he found himself in the garden, the moonlight reflecting in the pools of blood surrounding him.

"Your Majesty!" "Yuuri!" "Your Highness!"

He heard them calling to him, but his voice wouldn't work. His body refused to obey even the simplest command as he stared down at the crumpled body he held in his arms.

It wasn't real. It couldn't be.

There was a dull, throbbing ache where he was sure his heart should have been. His eyes burned as he felt tears gather there but refused to allow them to fall.

Hands grabbed his shoulders, shaking him in desperation as a vaguely famaliar voice tried to call him back. "Yuuri!"

"I ..."

Arms tightened around the lifeless form of his friend. He could swear he felt the ground freeze beneath him as ice crept slowly, persistantly up his spine and curled around the shattered fragments of his heart.

Yuuri found himself gasping, covered in sweat and sprawled on the floor next to his chair. Tears leaked from his eyes as shoved a shaky hand through his hair.

'He can't kill the ones close to me, if they aren't close to me anymore.....'

With that thought in his mind, Yuuri Shibuya stood up on shaky legs and called for the two Black Knights standing just outside his door.

TO BE CONTINUED__________________________________________

OK! that's chapter number one! please R&R and let me know what you think, k?

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