Be My Future

Part 1

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story they belong respectfully to GoRa x GoHands

Warning: Themes of shounen-ai/yaoi/homosexual relationships and whatever, you know all that good stuff, AU and also some mild OOC-ness… crossovers. There will be various time skips as well. If any of this bothers you then you have the option of not reading.

Summary: "I—I'm going to ask Isana Yashiro to marry me." Kuroh finally said in a serious manner. Hearing this, Daikaku quite literally choked, his two subordinates standing on either side of him also freezing up stiffly as well.

Music: "U Got Me feat. 원써겐 (One Second)" by Heenain

A/N: Awhile back I was asked to write another KuroShiro after Dance Around Me and it took me some time since I hadn't been inspired. But after reading the prologue and the first chapter of K – SIDE: Black & White, I'm on a role. Consider this short chapter story a part 2 to Dance Around Me and I really hope that you wonderful readers will enjoy this (: We really need more KuroShiro in our lives! I already have a sequel in mind, but I can't write it until after I write the sequel to my MikoRei story I Want Your Love. Don't know when that will happen because I plan to jump back to Akuroku after this. (I'm a fandom jumper, what can I say?)

Also! Happy Birthday Isana Yashiro / Adolf K. Weismann!

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It was a dream but it was also a memory. It started out fuzzy at first, voices muted and images blurry but in time both slowly came into clarity and then everything replayed in Kuroh Yatogami's mind.

"You'll need to set out on your own once you take a bride, right? Wouldn't it feel a bit awkward living here at that point? I'm sure your wife wouldn't like me as a father-in-law either." Ichigen saw the way Kuroh's face looked down, embarrassed by the conversation as his cheeks glowed bright red. It made the older man smile. "Or do you perhaps not need a bride?"

The little boy shook his head at first; uttering a soft 'no' before he suddenly looked up at Ichigen again with a determined look on his face. "Wait! Then I'll just make sure to marry someone who wants to live with you! I'm sure it won't be difficult at all! I'm sure they'll love you just as much as me!" The expression on his face took the Colorless king by surprise. Kuroh seemed convinced; that it was possible to meet such a person and from the way his fists clenched tightly, eyes bright and firm—Ichigen felt certain that he would stay true to his words one way or another.

Chuckling softly, he reached down to ruffle the front of the boy's hair. "Yes, I suppose so. I'm sure whoever decides to become one with you will be someone big-hearted and bright, who marches to the beat of their own drum."

The older man's words confused the young boy. It sounded as if he was almost poking fun at him for coming up with such a plan, but Kuroh couldn't tell and it frustrated him a little. "Wh—wh-what do you mean by that? Ichigen-sama…?" he said, his gaze falling down to his lap.

Instead of answering him, Ichigen simply laughed. He laughed so hard that his stomach hurt and he nearly cried from the powerful hysterics. Seeing his adoptive father react so oddly to his question, it left Kuroh's mouth falling open from shock and for a second he was afraid that the older man might actually die from laughing.

In the end, Kuroh made note of how strange the adult mindset was. He couldn't understand it, using Ichigen as a fair example and it was even more vexing that Ichigen's only reply was another playful ruffle to his head and a short 'thank you, Kuro.' Really, that could hardly be considered an explanation to his question and what was even worse was that the man left it at that and dismissed the topic altogether.

o0o0o0o

Rays of sunlight drifted into the bedroom through the thin white curtains that hung along the large window. It slowly bathed the master bedroom with its morning glow, whispering lightly against the Black Dog's eyelids until he finally gave in and fluttered his silvery blue eyes open before the alarm on his PDA scheduled to wake him up at eight AM.

As usual, Kuroh was the first one to rise before his king but unlike the days before where he'd make his way to the washroom immediately after waking up, he instead chose to continue lying in bed—his mind reveling on the dream he had just had. It was strange really, remembering his childhood from dreams—especially one such as that one, where he'd been stubborn about not wanting to leave Master Ichigen's home. He had been so adamant about being with Ichigen for the rest of his life, going so far as to declare that yes, he would take a bride but she had to tolerate his wishes of moving into the home that he'd been raised in instead of making a nest of their own. And yet here he was, no longer living with Ichigen like he thought he would in the past. No, instead he was living under the same roof as his new king, Adolf K. Weismann—or Isana Yashiro, in the big city; quite the very opposite of his small countryside home.

Not only did he become a vassal to the Silver king, but he had also become the king's lover. When Kuroh took the time to really sit down and think about it, it still surprised him by how much things had changed. Their feelings were still new in a sense, foreign at the strangest of times but it all felt natural, like it was meant to be and honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way. Time was more or less at their disposal now, they had all the time in the world, what with being members of the Silver clan but they didn't take their relationship slow. No, it all happened so suddenly, explosively and then progressively it grew until the both of them had experienced all of the emotional and physical aspects of a real working relationship. To some degree, Kuroh actually did mind how far they had come in so little time but then again, his experience was years behind that of Shiro's and as a young man in his prime, he realized just how difficult it was to control himself and his raging hormones.

Turning onto his side, the knight eyed the face of the sleeping king next to him. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful and the way the morning light shined off of his silvery white hair, it made him look even more divine. Unfortunately, divine could hardly be considered the best word to describe the slumbering male when it came to his personality. If anything, it was best to call the Silver King clever, ingenious, childish or just downright ambiguous. The man never failed to make Kuroh lose his temper either, but it was still a part of why he loved and cared about him so much. They were opposites to be more specific and since science had proven how well opposites had a tendency to attract, it was inevitable that the same logic applied to the both of them as well—not that he had anything to complain about.

Smiling faintly, Kuroh reached over to brush a few strands of hair from Shiro's face, his fingertips grazing lightly against the other's pale skin. "I'm sure whoever decides to become one with you will be someone big-hearted and bright, who marches to the beat of their own drum." Master Ichigen's words rang in his head.

Blinking, Kuroh pulled his hand back slowly, eyes slightly wide now as he replayed those same words over and over again. When he'd been younger, he hardly understood the meaning behind his adopted father's logic but now it all seemed to make sense to him. It finally clicked and fell into place.

Biting his lower lip, Kuroh debated with himself, feeling all sorts of urges to do irrational things—something that was more or less thanks to Shiro or Neko's influence after having been with them for so long. Sighing shortly, he glanced at the Silver King's face one more time before leaning over to press his lips against the man's temple. Pulling away, he carefully climbed out of bed, hoping that his movements were quiet enough for him to get away without waking up his lover in the process.

o0o0o0o

"Yatogami Kuroh." Daikaku eyed the Black Dog wearily. He found it odd that the young man came to him at such an early hour and it was unusual since he wasn't in the company of his dear friend. "What brings you here, Kuroh?"

"Well…" His gaze casted downwards, biting the inner corners of his mouth, Kuroh grew slightly nervous. Honestly, it wasn't every day that he approached the Gold King by himself and despite his romantic relationship with Shiro; he still considered the older man to be his rival. But when he took the time to look past the exterior that he saw; the elderly man was his King's first love and closest friend. Kuroh knew that, that would never change and since he became aware of his dream and the meaning behind Ichigen's words, he felt that it was only right to be here to discuss something of great importance to him. "I wish to ask for your blessing…"

"Blessing?" The Gold King blinked, his senses perking up with interest, "For what?"

"I—I'm going to ask Isana Yashiro to marry me." Kuroh finally said in a serious manner.

Hearing this, Daikaku quite literally choked, his two subordinates standing on either side of him also freezing up stiffly as well. Coughing once or twice, he snapped up and narrowed his eyes at his two clansmen, signaling them to leave quickly. They did as they were told; one of them stumbling on their feet but they left accordingly, leaving Daikaku and the Black Dog together in the room to converse further on the matter in private.

"You're asking me to give you my blessing in the hopes of asking Weismann to marry you?"

"Y-yes, is it really that strange?" Kuroh frowned.

"Well—yes and no." Daikaku stroked the short ends of his beard. "Kuroh, you're nineteen—are you sure you wish to proceed with marriage at such a young age? I'm not trying to stop you but I want you to at least consider what you are about to give up."

"I've thought about it enough your majesty." Kuroh replied, his face returning to wearing a complete and resolved expression; one that told the Gold King that there was not a hint of doubt behind his decision. "I remembered something—I dreamed about it, about what my Master, Ichigen-sama told me when I was still a child. He said that whoever decides to become one with me will be someone big-hearted and bright, who marches to the beat of their own drum. And to me, that person can be no one else but my King, Isana Yashiro."

The mentioning of Ichigen's name escaping from the young man's lips left the Gold King smiling. He was aware of the rumors surrounding the previous Colorless King, about how he could see into the future. It made him wonder if he foresaw the eventual union Kuroh would have with the revived Silver King. It was quite possible, but one could never really tell when it came to that man.

"Shiro… he angers me at times, is childish and elusive in ways even I can't explain. He knows how to get what he wants and can be a great big liar, but at the same time—no matter how much it annoys me, I still love all those things about him. The way he smiles and tries to act innocent when he knows he's been caught red handed, how he goes out of his way to do something when he puts his mind to it. He amazes me and I've seen how big of a heart he has—he's both Adolf K. Weismann and Isana Yashiro and there is no one out there like him in the world."

The Gold King closed his eyes, head nodding just barely in silent agreement. Yes, even he at one point in time felt the exact same way. Ironic, how the Black Dog's affections resonated so closely to his.

"I know that I'm still young." Kuroh continued. "However, I've dedicated my life to my king, my clan and I love Shiro—I'll never leave his side and if I have to follow him through hell or heaven just to be with him, I would do it without a single thought." The knight concluded.

The two men stared at each other in silence, eyes locked and unblinking.

"With you as his closest and oldest friend—please, I ask you for your blessing." Kuroh said, his head dropping low as he let his body fall to his knees to bow in front of the Gold King.

The boy was incredibly noble, so much so that it was borderline stupidity the way he was acting in front of the Gold King but alas, Daikaku knew what his answer would be from the very start. Chuckling softly to himself, he walked the short distance over to the Black Dog, his hand reaching down to give his head a gentle pat.

"Please, you don't have to bow. From the moment you declared that you wished to marry my dear friend, I had already given you my blessing. My only wish is that you do everything you can to make him happy and keep him safe, Yatogami Kuroh. Do the things that I myself couldn't do for him—you two deserve each other after all."

"Your majesty," Kuroh slowly stood up.

"I've seen the way Weismann looks at you; he is fond—very fond of you. More than you will ever know, so do your best and cherish him because I know that you already mean the world to him."

"Yes, I will." He said, lips slowly turning up into a smile unlike any other that Daikaku had seen before.

"Now that, that is settled, what exactly do you plan to do in order to propose to Weismann?" The Gold King asked, his brow arching upwards in question as he eyed the younger man carefully.

"Well I—" Kuroh paused. He knew why he wanted to marry his king and he was prepared to go through with it but unfortunately he hadn't a clue on how to go about executing his plan.

Seeing the hesitation in the way the Black Dog looked down, Daikaku shook his head with a smile. "Come with me Yatogami Kuroh, we'll discuss a plan for you in the car."

"Car? Where are we going?"

"Where do you think? Unless you already have a ring, you can't very well propose to Weismann without one now can you? Besides, I think it'll be fun."

"A ring? But I—"

"Hush." Daikaku said; his voice slightly loud yet commanding. "I will take care of it, however it is up to you on when you decide to propose to him."

"Yes, your majesty."

"Good." He nodded his head and began trudging towards the doors with Kuroh following silently behind him. "Before I forget, do you happen to know what Weismann's ring size is?"

o0o0o0o

"I'm home!"

"Ah! Kuroh, you're back!" Shiro's voice echoed from within the penthouse. He was obviously in another room and from the strong smell of what Kuroh determined was sausage among other things, he could only assume that his king was in the kitchen—his kitchen.

"Isana Yashiro…" Kuroh seethed lightly. Taking off his shoes and arranging them accordingly, he ventured into the flat, going to their bedroom first in order to hide his present before he stomped into the kitchen with narrowed eyes. "Why are you in my kitchen?"

"Uhh—welcome back Kurosuke!" Shiro's voice chimed innocently, causing Kuroh to bite his lower lip in order to prevent himself from lashing out.

If there was one thing that Shiro learned quite well about his knight since meeting him, it was that the kitchen was his space and his space alone. However, it was rather hard not to stay out of the kitchen on days where his dear knight wasn't around to chase him with Kotowari whenever he or Neko felt hungry. So despite regular warnings about steering clear of the kitchen, Shiro did whatever he wanted and took his punishments from the Black Dog with pride.

"You didn't answer my question, why are you in my kitchen?" He glared. "And, you're cooking I see?"

"I know you left us some breakfast before you left for wherever you went but you should already know by now how the human body works! Neko and I eventually got hungry again so we went grocery shopping after I found a nice recipe in the cookbook I bought from our trip to Germany." Shiro explained. "See, its sausage potato soup!"

"Still, you are in my kitchen…" Kuroh's brow furrowed and in turn it made Shiro frown.

"Oh, don't be such a culinary dictator." He poked the knight on the forehead. "Luckily you made it home in time because I just finished cooking! See, I can be a good wife too!"

Kuroh blushed darkly at the mention of the word wife. Stuttering to himself he tried to change the subject. "Y—you said you made sausage potato soup right?"

"Mmhmm, with bread and butter on the table as well." Shiro chuckled. "I believe Neko was setting up the dining table for us so it should already be there in the basket."

The Black Dog crossed his arms, his cheeks still flushed. Watching the Silver King stir the pot one last time, he sighed to himself and went over to hug the shorter male from behind. Bringing the silverette's back against his chest, he nuzzled his face into the other's unruly hair, his arms tightening around his small waist. He felt Shiro stiffen at first, but he quickly relaxed in his arms and settled back into him. Watching the king place his ladle down into a nearby bowl, he felt Shiro's small hands rest against his and gripped them tightly.

"You know, when I was younger, my sister made this soup for me on cold days." Shiro smiled sadly. Kuroh couldn't see the look on his face but he knew that when the topic of his sister was brought up, it was difficult for his king to not feel sad. "Actually, I ate sausage potato soup all the time, especially at work since studying the slate had been a difficult task. But eventually, with the war going on without any hope of it ending—sausage potato soup became rare. I—I don't even remember the last time I had it, until now that is." He chuckled to himself.

Silently, Kuroh pulled his right hand out from under Shiro's grip, using it to turn the other's head towards him; he then pressed his lips against his king's forehead, kissing him lovingly in an attempt to sooth the growing sadness he knew the other felt.

"It'll probably not be as good as Claudia's." Shiro commented with a light sniffle.

"Doesn't matter, it'll be a taste that only you yourself can make and I know I'll enjoy because you're the one who cooked it." Kuroh replied back. Leaning forward, he captured the other's lips and kissed him softly.

The two would have kissed longer if it had not been for Neko coming in and interrupting them but alas, the feline strain was hungry and was very determined to eat a nice hot meal with the two boys that made up her family. Just as Kuroh thought, the soup turned out to be good—delicious in fact, and it even surprised Shiro that he managed to cook it without fail. Neko herself dug into the soup and dipped the bread in; eating messily like it would be the last meal she'd ever have in her life. When the three finished their supper and Kuroh and Shiro began cleaning up together, the Black Dog made a mental note about having days where Shiro could cook every now and again from his German recipes book since the Silver King made a comment about him monopolizing the kitchen too much over dinner.

After washing the dishes and taking their baths, Kuroh and Shiro retreated to their bedroom. Watching the First King plop down onto the mattress, Kuroh shook his head with a smile but followed in after him, his arms immediately wrapping around his small frame. They snuggled under the thick blankets with Shiro's face pressed up against the Black Dog's chest. Kuroh remembered how uncomfortable it used to be for him to sleep on his side but after a while, he realized that it was the easiest position for him to hold the Silver King close in his sleep.

Feeling his king sigh contently into his neck, Kuroh's fingers went to play with the other's hair. It was time to commence the plan. "Ne, Shiro this weekend I want to take you somewhere."

"Hm?" The Silver King shifted in his arms. Looking up at his knight, the silverette blinked and tilted his head slightly. "Is it a trip?"

"Yes, I've already made arrangements so we leave tomorrow morning."

"What about Neko? You didn't mention any of this during dinner, nor did you tell us where you were today."

Kuroh saw the way Shiro's brow furrowed. "I know, however I have my reasons. And Neko will be staying with the Gold King, he's agreed to 'babysit' her while we are gone for the next three days."

"Daikaku? Wait, did you go to see Daikaku? Is that where you've been?" Shiro asked.

"Yes." Kuroh admitted.

"What for?"

"To talk."

"About what?"

"Isana Yashiro…" Kuroh warned but it only made Shiro's furrow deepen.

The Silver King wasn't use to the other man keeping secrets from him so he had to wonder just what in the world the Black Dog had planned for them.

"You're not going to elaborate on the matter any further, are you?"

"No, so you'll just have to wait until tomorrow evening to find out."

To this, Shiro sighed loudly. He should have known that Kuroh would eventually pull something like this on him since he always found enjoyment in surprising everyone around him on a daily basis, like with their spontaneous Valentine's Day trip to Germany. Frustrated that the tables had turned on him, Shiro pouted briefly at Kuroh before getting up out of bed to head over to their shared closet. Kuroh stared after him, sitting up slowly he watched as the other male returned with their travel bag and dumped it on the floor.

"I wish you had told me earlier about this trip that you're planning." Shiro yawned and rubbed his eyes. "Now we have to stay up late and do last minute packing…"

Joining him on the ground, Kuroh unzipped their travel bag for him. "We packed last minute that one time too, how is this any different?"

"It's different because it's interfering with our sleeping schedule." Shiro frowned. "I am an old man after all." He tried to tease.

"Please, try not to remind me too much about how vastly different we are in terms of age." Kuroh blushed. Getting back up to his feet, he made his way to the closet and began collecting their clothes.

"Why? Is it really that bad that I'm so much older?" Shiro blinked. He personally didn't have anything against their age difference but seeing the way his knight was reacting began to make him think otherwise.

"No, but when you mention it I can't help but feel insecure…" Kuroh mumbled to himself, his face still hot and blushing red.

"What was that? Did you say something Kuroh?" Shiro called from their bedroom while he continued to rummage for their clothes.

"No, nothing!"

"Don't lie to me Kurosuke!"

"I'll tell you later!" Kuroh growled. Marching back into the room he then settled an armful their clothes onto their bed and set to work on folding them to pack away into their bag.

AN: I left you guys at a cliffhanger ^^; Sorry! I'll have part two up very soon, I promise. I just really wanted to get this out in time to celebrate Shiro's birthday and I think it's a good thing I split it because then I have you reader's tangled up in my web of anticipation muwahahaha. What does Kuroh have in mind? How will he propose? Oh, I'm having so much fun now at your guys expense (I'm so mean sometimes, I'm sorry).