Disclaimer: I do not own kyou kara moau
Author's Note:
My first ever KKM fic! And the pairing is ConradXYuuri, which I like best in this series. Seriously, there aren't enough fic on this pairing around!!
I hope I'm not messing up too much with the characterization. And forgive me for my poor gramma(not native English speaker. )
About the time that this fic happens… it is somewhere post-anime, but there won't be awful lot of spoiler, just some little spoiler here and there.
Hope you'll enjoy! And give me comments please!
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Chapter 1 Realization
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Yuuri felt his heart was gonna break again at the sight unfolding before his eyes.
In the darkness, the only thing that he could see was the back of that person
"Conrad! " Yuuri shouted, but Conrad didn't turn around. He just kept on walking… Walking away from him.
"Wait! please don' t– please don't leave me again - "
With a jolt, Yuuri bolted up in his bed, his heart racing furiously, and his body covered in cold sweat. His body shuddered violently as he released a long breath of relief – it was just a dream.
'It's just a dream. It's just a dream. Conrad is not leaving. ' He kept telling himself again and again, which seemed to calm down his racing heart a bit.
Unable to go back to sleep(and for fear that the nightmare would continue itself), Yuuri, still in his thin night clothes, decided to give up sleep altogether. With a quick glance at the peacefully snoring Wolfram, Yuuri slipped into a pair of shoes and ventured out of his room.
Yuuri couldn't help but let out another troubled sign. Lately, everything in the country had been running smoothly. All the surrounding 'hostile' human countries had been quiet, and most people in his country seemed to live and thrive quite peacefully. But one thing weighed heavily on the king's mind these days – that one thing being nothing(or none) other than the king's favourite subordinate, Sir Conrad Weller.
It's not that anything had happened to Conrad or their relationship – in fact, Conrad and him were practically inseparable these days. Conrad, as usual, was so helpful and caring, such as rescuing him from the boring history sessions (which Yuuri seriously believed could have bored him to death) with Gunter. Not to mention he always helped Yuuri practice baseball, swordsmanship and other stuff. The list could go on and on – and more importantly, Conrad always reserved those charming smile of his for Yuuri – making his heart skip and falter so dangerously –
Yuuri stopped his train of thought abruptly.
'What's wrong with me?' He couldn't help but wonder. How come his heart faltered so badly, his cheek blushes every time Conrad came real close to him and gave him one of those smiles? How come he couldn't sit still or eat well every time Conrad had to leave for mission and be away for several days? How come his legs threatened to turn into jelly every time Conrad's body touched him accidentally during their training …
"Heika, what are you doing, wandering alone at night, with so little clothes on?" Yuuri jumped on hearing the familiar voice so close. He snapped back to reality, and found himself under the concerned gaze of his favourite subordinate.
"Con- Conrad! I was just . . . " Yuuri just trailed off as Conrad stepped even closer to him, so close that Yuuri could feel the heat radiating off from his warm body. Yuuri felt heat rose in his face as he continued to stare into the pair of captivating deep brown eyes. . .
Conrad shook his head and smiled indulgently as he quickly took off his jacket and wrapped it around Yuuri's thin frame.
"I guess you're just like me – couldn't sleep? Let's go for a walk then, Heika."
Yuuri nodded numbly as Conrad placed his hand at the small of his back, guiding him along. Yuuri was too absorbed in the feeling of Conrad's large warm hand on his back to protest against his not calling his name.
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Conrad was just back from receiving patrol reports from the night guards when he ran into Yuuri.
Yuuri, wearing the thin oversized pajamas, looked so very troubled as he wandered aimlessly down the corridor. To be frank, the slightly troubled, serious look on his Heika's face was really kinda . . . cute.
Conrad gave himself a mental slap for his inappropriate thought.
He approached Yuuri, for fear that Yuuri would get sick if he kept wandering in the chilled hallway. More importantly, even within the confine of his own castle, wandering by himself at midnight with no guards was still inappropriate for the emperor.
After conversing with Yuuri for a bit (with Conrad doing all the talking, really.), seeing that his Majesty seemed genuinely preoccupied with something( to be frank, Conrad was more than a bit surprised at Yuuri's lack of protesting on being called 'Heika'), it was only natural that Conrad invited Yuuri for a little walk towards the garden.
And it was not like that Conrad would not enjoy the relaxing company of his Majesty, either.
In fact, one thing Conrad really admired about Yuuri was that his ability, his courage to stick to his ideal and morale, with astonishing single-mindedness (or one would go so far as to say 'simple-mindedness'). This was by no means simple, as for skilled diplomats like Gwendal or Gunter, they wouldn't have the gut to stick to what they know to be 'true' or 'right' by instinct, because as a leader, every choice they make would trigger changes and consequences often hard to foresee, and because of all these worries and consideration, one might often lose sight of their original goals and ideals. Yuuri possessed the single-mindedness and clarity in such situation, because he knew what he wanted for his country, and he was not afraid of voicing it out loud. Conrad sometimes would muse that it's just like instincts of wild animals – which he envied.
Conrad guided Yuuri to a quite spot of the royal garden, and settled down on a bench. He couldn't help but studied his Majesty in the peaceful silence. Yuuri's black hair looked soft and alluring under the soft moon light. His skin was flawlessly smooth and porcelain. And his body somehow looked ridiculously small and vulnerable under his large coat. Conrad's gaze wondered to Yuuri's face, to his relaxed facial features, and his lips, which was slightly ajar, soft and inviting -
Conrad gave himself a firm mental slap again.
NOT AGAIN! Conrad squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. Conrad was frustrated at himself – he had caught himself staring at Yuuri too many a time these days.
Ever since his return from Big Shimaron, Conrad's desire to protect Yuuri had multiplied by ten folds (if that was possible.). Part of it was because he knew he had hurt Yuuri so badly by turning away – he wanted to redeem. He couldn't stand seeing Yuuri's hurt expression even once more. He couldn't bear the thought of ever leaving Yuuri again. Conrad wanted to protect Yuuri so badly that sometimes, he just wanted to lock Yuuri up, so that nothing can harm him. . . Conrad had to wonder whether this is just out of his desire to protect Yuuri, or there was some deeper emotion. But he always forbade himself from dwelling on this thought and probe further into his heart for the answer – the reason for all these heart-ache and possessiveness – Conrad feared the answer. He was afraid of the implication for him, his Heika, and their relationship.
Conrad's conscious was roused back to the world of life when Yuuri's head rested lightly on his shoulder. Hence he noticed that the sky was lighting up, with the smell of fresh soil and plants announcing that dawn was near.
"Heika. . . Yuuri." Conrad shook Yuuri's shoulder gently. Yuuri mumbled some words under his breath and rubbed his sleepy eyes.
"Hey, Yuuri, let's go back to your room. You'll be able to catch some more sleep before you've to get up for breakfast."
"O… o . . . Ok. " Stifling a yawn, Yuuri lifted his head off Conrad's shoulder and stretched his arms a bit, than he got up from the bench, clearly not fully awake.
Conrad shot out his arms as he saw Yuuri's wobbly legs triple over as he tried to get up. In his haste in getting up to steady Yuuri, and also due to Yuuri's body weight colliding with him, Conrad lost his balance.
With a muffled yell on Yuuri's side, they fell onto the grass, with Conrad at the bottom, cushioning the impact of the fall.
The two of them lie on the ground, motionless. It took Conrad a while to get the knocked-out wind back into his lungs.
"Yuuri, are you alright?" Conrad was still holding Yuuri very tightly to his body.
"I'm so sorry, Conrad! " Conrad could feel Yuuri trying to lift his head off Conrad's chest, but somehow Conrad didn't want to release his hold on the teenager in his arm just yet.
"Are you alright?" Yuuri's voice was so soft against his chest.
"I'm, Yuuri. Are you?" Conrad finally loosened his hold on Yuuri's head and sat up, bringing Yuuri up with him, so that they were both sitting on the grass. He inspected Yuuri closely in the dim light for any injuries.
Conrad could feel Yuuri's body trembling slightly.
"You're shaking. Are you hurt anywhere - "
"No, Conrad. You're cushioning me. I couldn't have got hurt." Yuuri looked down at his own lap, his hair covering his eyes. The shuddering didn't stop.
"But you're still shaking."
Conrad didn't know what pushed him to do it – but his hand rose on its own accord and lifted Yuuri's chin up, so that he was staring into those bottomless and seemingly stormy black eyes. Something different – yet familiar – was there, within those unfathomable depths.
Conrad knew what the look in Yuuri's eyes meant suddenly – it was one of realization and determination.
It was just before Yuuri leant forward, and kissed him.
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A/N: Oops, what an evil place to end! Love it? Hate it? Or you just want to know what happen next? Please leave me a review!!