A/N: This is a test chapter of sorts, please do give some feedback for my first KKM fic.
Pairings: YxW at the moment
Disclaimer: I do not own KKM nor its characters.
The Red Queen Affair
Chapter 1
The flames alas could never sate
The Red Queen's dying despair
Her only relief lay long reposed
Languishing in the created flare…
Two o'clock and not a welcoming committee in sight as a lone traveler struggled with his monumental load at the Shin Makoku train terminal. His dark eyes lingered briefly on his wristwatch before letting out a loud guttural groan at being stood up by his crew. He ran a hand through his raven hair in frustration and tapped his foot impatiently on the well-worn granite floor.
"Arhhhhhh……gomen gomen! I was held up a little!" a loud frantic call was heard as a young bespectacled man no older then the aforementioned traveler ran up the stone steps towards his intended target.
"A little… late, Murata?"
"Okay a lot late but there was this really hot broad!"
"Ah, spare me the details of your never waning skirt-chasing habits! Help me with my stuff, would you?"
"Sure thing, Shibuya!" Murata chirped as he bent down to grab the lightest of Shibuya Yuuri's luggage. Yuuri merely shook his head in resignation, what did he expect, he knew he was the fitter of the two anyway. Grabbing the rest of his stuff, they headed towards the carpark to load up Murata's loaned pick-up.
"So you are THE welcoming committee?" Yuuri jibed, trying to make small talk during the five hour long ride to the dig site.
"Well … I was part of it at least."
"What happened to the other parts?"
"Oh well….you know….they had erm…other duties."
Yuuri sensed that Murata was purposely being ambiguous and that usually means something happened, and it wasn't something he'd particularly like.
"What other duties?"
"Erm…well…another welcoming party perhaps?"
Yuuri's eyes widened comically as his jaw dropped wide opened, "NOOO! Please noooo! Tell me it's not him again?"
"Okay, it's not him again." Murata chirped out amused at Shibuya's outburst.
"You know when you say it like that, I know it's him."
"You know Shibuya, you keep running into him during your professional life. I'm starting to wonder if its fate or something?"
"Fate my ass, I bet he is just waiting at his little computer, watching to find my name on any of the projects then swoop down at the last minute to steal that from right under my nose!"
"That actually sounded stranger then my fate theory."
"Exactly!"
"That you insinuate he is infatuated with you."
"Exac…heck NO!" Yuuri jumped up and tried to strangle his beleaguered friend, he only stopped when the pick up spun twice and nearly ran off the curb.
Finally the pick up came to a crashing, screeching halt in front of the dig site and promptly gave up the proverbial ghost in front of the main entrance. Yuuri sputtered indignantly at the rough treatment, climbing out of the vehicle wearily.
"Professor Shibuya Yuuri I gather." A harsh baritone voice called out from the podium. "You were expected an hour ago."
Yuuri spun round to find a stern looking administrator staring condescendingly at him.
"Arh Gwendal…" Yuuri started but before he could finish he was cut off rather abruptly.
"Your file indicates that you are the head of department of Archaeology and History at the University of Shin Makoku and are a prestigious member of the Royal Historical Society," Gwendal read from the file at hand in a dead monotone, brows knitted in a frown. "Yet you seem … how should I put it … youthful. I was looking for someone far more experienced. We already have someone of your … aptitude."
"Don't you put me in the same category as that spoilt brat! I worked my way into my position, I assure you my Aptitude is far greater then what you give me credit for. I am a professional, and I intend to be treated as such."
"Gwendal!" Murata called from behind Yuuri. "It was I who recommended Shibuya to this post. Are you questioning my judgment on the issue?" Murata fixed his gaze upon the administrator as if daring him to voice his dissent.
"Fine Sir, I understand. I will show him to his room."
Yuuri couldn't contain his mounting curiosity any further, after hastily moving into his room he snuck out of the staff living compound to take a peek at the partially restored Blood Pledge Castle.
He was astounded by the sheer size and magnificence of the building; in its heyday it must have been absolutely beautiful. The palace was neo-gothic in design and though only fragments of the stone walls have been restored, it must have been extremely imposing to anyone trying to get in.
He placed his palm on one of the eroded stone pillars that stood in the courtyard and wondered how much these walls have seen. He noticed that there were scrawling hidden underneath some of the blackened and burnt areas of said walls, much like a child's doodling. Yuuri moved closer to the wall to investigate flicking out a small swiss-army blade to chip away slightly at the soot that caked the entire wall.
"What are you doing, wimp?" a voice resounded that shocked and distracted Yuuri from his task, nearly stabbing the delicate wall fragments in the process.
Yuuri turned around to face the most beautiful yet the most loathsome individual he had ever met. The face that gave him a thousand nightmares and the bane of his entire existence… "Wolfram."
End of Chapter.
A/N: Hope you guys liked the beginning, please review if you feel that I should continue posting this fic here. :) Thank you very much.