Dying to Live

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh!

Alright now, for the long awaited explanation chapter or I should say part of it... It is a little to long for one chapter so I had to make it two. Thanks to all the people who reviewed. Even if it was only to tell me how mean, I was for doing a teaser rather than an actual chapter.





Shori looked through Gunter’s stuff as stealthily as possible. “What is the connection?” He spoke along as he visually looked around Gunter’s surprisingly Spartan suite. “Why the heck is everything so sterile looking?” Shori questioned as he continued his visual sweep. Walking towards the closet, he opened it but quickly shut it again.





“Find something you didn’t want to see?” Murata asked entering the room.





“That gives me too many ideas, especially with your injuries, for me to go there.” Shori sighed giving the door a pat before his eyes fell on another door. Murata looked at him sharply but Shori focused on the hidden door. This door, cleverly hidden, was in plain sight in a large expanse of plain white wall, worked into the ensconcing and paneling of the wood.





Slowly Shori walked forward, his hand outstretched but just stopped a breath away. “This wasn’t here when I entered.” Shori pulled his hand away studying the door shrewdly.





“Remember when that doll that shot rays out of his eyes appeared.” Murata asked.





“You think this is another one of Gunter’s defense mechanisms against death?” Shori enquired looking at Murata over his shoulder.





“Whatever is behind that door deals with what is going on now.” Murata paused, his eyes shadowed. “If you go in there you can’t speak of what you see.”





“You knew this would be here?” Shori turned fully to face Murata who perched on a chair.





“I guessed.” Murata shrugged nonchalantly. “Those who have a lot of secrets or whose souls have lived before times keep things around that may be useful at a later date.”





“I fully expect to have a gander in yours one day.” Shori responded evenly but Murata just waved him off.



“We will cross that bridge if we get there.”





“It’s when not if we get there. How will knowing something but not being able to speak about it help?” Shori asked running a hand through his hair in frustration.





“Your actions will determine a lot.” Murata replied solemnly. “I’ll wait for you.”





“Of course…” Shori scoffed as he went and kissed Murata on forehead eliciting a blush in response. Turning around again to face the wall Shori walked forward. The door gave slightly at his touch. Shori frowned, pushing harder at the door. When it did not give, he simply rested his hands on the door and thought about other ways to open it. The door sucked him through so quickly that he did not have to time to yell.





Murata sat on the bed and sighed. “I hope he doesn’t get any ideas.” Murata blushed slightly. “Then again…”





Shori felt like he was falling at mach speed. The suddenness of his stop temporarily disoriented him but that changed when he got a look at his surroundings. All around him there were projections showing different times in Gunter’s life. One scene however was glowing brighter than all the others were. Stumbling towards it, Shori was horrified as the glowing television started to pull him in and nothing he did could stop it.





“Gunter what do you think about the name Gigi?” Hisao called golden eyes sparkling as he waddled over to Gunter. Gunter dropped the paperwork he was holding and wrapped both arms around Hisao’s middle. Kissing Hisao’s baby bump gently, Gunter shifted his chair back slightly before looking up at Hisao, his peaceful eyes.





“She doesn’t feel like a Gigi. What about a Yoshi?” Gunter smiled gently as Hisao appeared thoughtful before sliding into his lap.





“I think we are going to be the greatest parents regardless if we name her Gigi or Yoshi.” Hisao snuggled into Gunter’s chest and knew peace. “I feel as though I am in a fairytale.”





“Would you like to be the princess or the dragon?” Gunter asked rubbing Hisao’s back. Hisao responded with mock outrage.





“Sweetie we know I am the castle where your heart lives.”





“Protect it well.” Gunter chuckled resting his hand on Hisao’s bump.





“With all the elements at my disposal and all that I am.” Hisao responded solemnly as the couple sat in harmony and tranquility safe from all the troubles of the world.





Gunter’s body jerked and spasmed, his eyes frantically moved behind his closed eyelids. What was a dream and what had been his reality?





“Shori?” Gunter whispered as he spied Shori standing in the corner watching Hisao and the other Gunter sitting peacefully together.





“Gunter you can see me and what are you doing here?” Shori whispered back moving stealthily over to stand next to him.





“I think I am reliving my past.” Gunter spoke slowly as the scene in front of him faded.





“So you and Hisao were…” Shori asked making a random hand gesture.





“Yes we were together.” Gunter spoke his gaze off in the distance. “We were going to get married as soon as the baby was born.”





“What happened?” Shori asked looking around at the different projections of memories.





“I don’t know.” Gunter murmured as he began walking aimlessly around the projections. Occasionally laughing at one or frowning at another, his feet constantly moving towards some unknown goal. Shori followed close behind and shivered slightly when the projections began to change from light to dark. The light from them no longer glowing happily but dripping with dark menace.





Gunter was shaking now. His feet kept moving him forward but it was obvious that he did not want to go. The tears started falling as they approached one projection that was bigger and darker than all the rest. Gunter was shaking uncontrollably now, trying to force himself to turn away but his feet kept moving. Shori grabbed his arm just as Gunter fell into the projection.





Gwendal sat staring at Gunter’s still form wondering if he would be able to save him. Leaning forward Gwendal prepared to kiss him only to have Gunter’s eyes open, wide and fearful. Gunter’s mouth dropped open as he let loose a blood-curdling scream, his whole body spasming and jumping while blood tears fell from his eyes.



Murata sat patiently waiting in the bed looking at a book. Shifting his gaze to the door his blood ran cold when he noticed a solitary trickle of blood sliding from the top of the doorframe.