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Fic from a million years ago? OMG
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scheherezhad had an idea based off of a movie she watched, Ten Tiny Love Stories. The idea was to have a collection from a multitude of fandoms—ten little love stories of loss and aching and bittersweet longing. Ten women, each with their own monologue about love.
If I remember correctly, I was the only one who ever finished mine. I don't think I ever posted it. If I did, I can't find it anywhere else and had, in fact, forgotten completely about it.
I was trying to mimic the style of the movie, so this is a 1st person POV monologue.
This would have been my very first Kyo Kara Maoh fic. OMG.
Fandom: KKM
Pairing: Conrad/Yuuri
Rating: G
Title: Regret
Word Count: Word says 657
Author's notes: This was written in January of 2006, forscheherezhad's "Ten Tiny Love Stories" challenge
Spoilers: None
Summary: Conrad places his duty above all else.
I think, out of us all, I was the one who awaited His Majesty the most eagerly. I had led his soul to Earth, and I was the one who had seen what a good and open-natured infant he was. It gave me hope for the future, that openness, and I went home praying he would grow up to fulfill his destiny with that same warmth.
When I saw him again, he was fifteen years old, soaked to the skin, stressed and very confused. Even then, I loved him. I don’t think there is a single, decent person who can spend five minutes in his company without loving him—he loves everyone, and it is so very easy to return that affection.
I will admit that I didn’t take it very seriously when he accidentally proposed to my younger brother; he didn’t know any of our customs, and Wolfram had been terribly rude just moments before. I didn’t expect Mother to take to the engagement with such obvious enthusiasm, although perhaps I should have. Mother loves the idea of love.
And although I should have seen it coming a mile away, I never realized that Wolfram would fall in love with our king, so deeply and so painfully. I know that contradicts what I said before, about His Majesty being so easy to love, but I must admit the strength of Wolfram’s affection blindsided me completely. Wolfram never really said anything to any of us, but it was there in the way his eyes would soften when His Majesty wasn’t looking, his willingness to follow, although he told His Majesty it was to stop him from being unfaithful. It was in the small things that are so easily forgotten.
But I remembered, because he was my brother, and I loved him as much as I loved His Majesty.
I watched as Wolfram slowly made progress. As His Majesty warmed to the idea of having a fiancée. I remembered my duty and stayed by His Majesty’s side, a friend and a subordinate, but nothing more.
One night, I found him in the garden, and we looked at the sky and spoke of nothing important. His eyes had been so dark and troubled, and I ached with the desire to make those shadows go away.
I suggested that we play catch, to get his mind off whatever he was thinking. His fingers caught on my sleeve, and he said my name. His voice was so small, so weak. I can still hear the tremble.
And then he kissed me.
Every nuance of that kiss is burned into me. The way he felt in my arms, the chapped feel of his mouth, how his lower lip was pressed against my chin before he righted himself to kiss me correctly. It was as though this kiss went on forever.
But of course it didn’t. Forever never ends, after all. This moment was barely a handful of breaths.
I thought of Wolfram, and what it would be like for him, how it would be for him to suffer yet another betrayal at my hands. I couldn’t do—I couldn’t want—I couldn’t.
I stepped away from him, and told him that I was flattered. I told him to think about Wolfram. I told him I had other responsibilities. I told him I didn’t love him. And then I walked away.
The next day, their wedding date was announced.
I still believe I did the right thing. Wolfram will be consort, and he will love and protect His Majesty with everything inside him. He will make His Majesty happy. I will be satisfied with that. I am a soldier of His Majesty’s forces.
Always, always, Yuuri Shibuya is my king. I will follow where he leads.
And he will never know how much I regret pushing him away.
scheherezhad had an idea based off of a movie she watched, Ten Tiny Love Stories. The idea was to have a collection from a multitude of fandoms—ten little love stories of loss and aching and bittersweet longing. Ten women, each with their own monologue about love.If I remember correctly, I was the only one who ever finished mine. I don't think I ever posted it. If I did, I can't find it anywhere else and had, in fact, forgotten completely about it.
I was trying to mimic the style of the movie, so this is a 1st person POV monologue.
This would have been my very first Kyo Kara Maoh fic. OMG.
Fandom: KKM
Pairing: Conrad/Yuuri
Rating: G
Title: Regret
Word Count: Word says 657
Author's notes: This was written in January of 2006, for
scheherezhad's "Ten Tiny Love Stories" challengeSpoilers: None
Summary: Conrad places his duty above all else.
I think, out of us all, I was the one who awaited His Majesty the most eagerly. I had led his soul to Earth, and I was the one who had seen what a good and open-natured infant he was. It gave me hope for the future, that openness, and I went home praying he would grow up to fulfill his destiny with that same warmth.
When I saw him again, he was fifteen years old, soaked to the skin, stressed and very confused. Even then, I loved him. I don’t think there is a single, decent person who can spend five minutes in his company without loving him—he loves everyone, and it is so very easy to return that affection.
I will admit that I didn’t take it very seriously when he accidentally proposed to my younger brother; he didn’t know any of our customs, and Wolfram had been terribly rude just moments before. I didn’t expect Mother to take to the engagement with such obvious enthusiasm, although perhaps I should have. Mother loves the idea of love.
And although I should have seen it coming a mile away, I never realized that Wolfram would fall in love with our king, so deeply and so painfully. I know that contradicts what I said before, about His Majesty being so easy to love, but I must admit the strength of Wolfram’s affection blindsided me completely. Wolfram never really said anything to any of us, but it was there in the way his eyes would soften when His Majesty wasn’t looking, his willingness to follow, although he told His Majesty it was to stop him from being unfaithful. It was in the small things that are so easily forgotten.
But I remembered, because he was my brother, and I loved him as much as I loved His Majesty.
I watched as Wolfram slowly made progress. As His Majesty warmed to the idea of having a fiancée. I remembered my duty and stayed by His Majesty’s side, a friend and a subordinate, but nothing more.
One night, I found him in the garden, and we looked at the sky and spoke of nothing important. His eyes had been so dark and troubled, and I ached with the desire to make those shadows go away.
I suggested that we play catch, to get his mind off whatever he was thinking. His fingers caught on my sleeve, and he said my name. His voice was so small, so weak. I can still hear the tremble.
And then he kissed me.
Every nuance of that kiss is burned into me. The way he felt in my arms, the chapped feel of his mouth, how his lower lip was pressed against my chin before he righted himself to kiss me correctly. It was as though this kiss went on forever.
But of course it didn’t. Forever never ends, after all. This moment was barely a handful of breaths.
I thought of Wolfram, and what it would be like for him, how it would be for him to suffer yet another betrayal at my hands. I couldn’t do—I couldn’t want—I couldn’t.
I stepped away from him, and told him that I was flattered. I told him to think about Wolfram. I told him I had other responsibilities. I told him I didn’t love him. And then I walked away.
The next day, their wedding date was announced.
I still believe I did the right thing. Wolfram will be consort, and he will love and protect His Majesty with everything inside him. He will make His Majesty happy. I will be satisfied with that. I am a soldier of His Majesty’s forces.
Always, always, Yuuri Shibuya is my king. I will follow where he leads.
And he will never know how much I regret pushing him away.
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