Dying to Live

Disclaimer: I do not own Kyo Kara Maou.


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SO the poll is closed and two of the choices were too close to call. Therefore, you will see the two choices that won as the next chapters progress. I am combining them for your continued reading pleasure. Some have asked when this will turn into ShorixMurata. I ask for patience because this story is going to be a long one. By long, I mean possibly twenty chapters or so. Once again thank you to my lovely beta 2stupid.


Gunter smacked his head lightly against his desk and groaned. “I really don’t deserve him, do I?” Gunter asked the silent Franc. The sun shone through the window, casting a glare on everything in the room.


“No, you don’t,” Franc conceded, handing Gunter the hangover remedy.


“I just wanted a time out, Franc, not a break up,” Gunter whined, downing the drink and wincing in distaste as it slid down his throat in a coagulated mess. “I just needed to time to regroup and start over. Maybe try to do my best to make him see where I was coming from. Damn it, Franc, stop looking at me as if I shot your best friend! AWWW my head.”


“You shouldn’t have gone out to get drunk, and in the bathhouse no less,” Franc scolded before a thought struck him. “Gunter, did you ever tell Gwendal about…”


Franc left the sentence hanging. Gunter blinked at him owlishly before slamming his head down on his desk. A dark aura began to form and Franc quietly slipped through the door, running into a rounded wall. Squeaking, he looked up into Gwendal’s stormy eyes. He quickly opened the door for Gwendal and bowed his way out of the room.


“I am an idiot,” Gunter swore at himself for slamming his poor head against his desk and actually not thinking something through for once. “How could I have done something like that? He’s pregnant and I should know better.” Gunter leaned the chair back and saw Gwendal ensconced in the seat across from him, quietly observing him. Gunter stared at Gwendal for a moment before he ran around the desk, sank to his knees before him, and threw his arms around him.


Gwendal remained unmoved as Gunter burst into tears. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said those things to you. I know better and wasn’t thinking. All I could think was I had to find who did that to you. I needed revenge and I never thought about anything else.” He rambled on, sobbing into Gwendal’s pregnant belly. Gwendal did not move.


“You will sleep in your own bed tonight and every night until we are married,” Gwendal spoke once Gunter had quieted down. “We both have tragic experiences that we don’t talk about but at least we have each other.”


“I won’t ever be such a moron again.” Gunter vowed solemnly.


“You broke that promise already.” Gwendal shook his head. “How about you try and I try.”


“Fair enough,” Gunter sighed, placing his forehead on Gwendal’s rounded belly. “This not sleeping together thing may be a bit of a problem but I will try to keep my hands to myself.”


“You will do no such thing,” Gwendal blustered. Gunter looked up at him, his eyes sparkling.


“But you said we have to wait until the wedding,” Gunter replied, blinking innocently and sitting back on his heels. “I agree; if we wait, it will be even more special.” Gunter bounded to his feet in a rush, but when he tried to move found himself trapped in the floor up to his ankles.


“That isn’t what I meant, and you know it,” Gwendal growled before he recovered his self-control. “Besides, you still have to make last night up to me. I was horny and you were elsewhere.”


“I can’t move, if you hadn’t noticed,” Gunter pointed out, crossing his arms. Gwendal sheepishly released him and Gunter knelt. Pulling Gwendal’s coat open, he raised an eyebrow and met Gwendal’s eyes.


“I need to order more pants.” Gwendal shrugged before he moaned; Gunter licked and sucked on one of his hipbones before laughing.


“It’s very naughty for you to walk around with your pants undone under your coat.” Gunter nuzzled Gwendal’s arousal. “It gives me all sorts of naughty ideas on what I could do to you.”


“Tease,” Gwendal growled as Gunter licked him from root to tip.


“You love me,” Gunter responded sucking lightly on the head.


“Unfortunately,” Gwendal grumbled shifting. Gunter’s door suddenly banged open and Wolfram stood in the doorway, fuming.


“Where is Yuuri!?”


“Foiled again.” Gunter sighed and began closing Gwendal up.


“What do you mean ‘where is Yuuri’?” Gwendal demanded, attempting to heave himself to his feet. Gunter assisted him and brushed off his pants.


“I mean I’ve looked everywhere and no one has seen him or knows where he is!” Wolfram yelled, looking both frantic and angry. “What if he was kidnapped or he ran away or something?”


Gunter sat behind his desk and observed the two shrewdly. “This is not going to go over well,” he thought, picking up a document off his desk to peruse as the drama continued to unfold.


“He couldn’t have been kidnapped- there would be a line of dead bodies,” Gwendal reasoned.


“I bet you someone came to kidnap him and he went with them to keep anyone from being hurt,” Wolfram hypothesized, his eyes widening in self-delusion.


Gwendal narrowed his eyes briefly before turning to Gunter. “Why exactly are you so calm about this?”


“Yuuri went to take care of a personal matter,” Gunter replied, studying the document in his hands.


“After all that has happened, you let him go alone?” Wolfram demanded, slamming his hands down on Gunter’s desk.


“You can’t protect him from everything,” he responded evenly. “He has to be able to do things by himself, if only to prove that nothing has changed.”


“But he has changed,” Gwendal responded, eyeing his fiancé shrewdly.


“You know what I mean,” Gunter sighed, waving his comment off.


“Well, where is Yuuri then?” Wolfram asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest.


“Earth.”


“WHAT!”

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Hisao opened the door and smiled at the disheveled, disoriented boy in front of him. “Look what the rain washed in,” he teased lightly. He opened the door wider and allowed Murata to enter. Murata stopped halfway in the door, wrapped his arms around Hisao, and began to sob into his chest; Hisao smirked down at the wet boy before schooling his facial features into a mask of concern.


“Poor little Murata. No one cares about you but me,” Hisao was whispering into his ear when his eyes picked up a movement across the street in the shadows. Raising his hand, Hisao waved at the figure, knowing exactly who it was. Yuuri stood watching as his former coach held his sobbing friend, waved at him, then calmly closed the door.


Shaking, Yuuri could barely see clearly enough to punch the numbers into his cell phone. Hearing Shori’s voice on the other end, he keeled over and hurled into the gutter. He was crying, hurling, and trying to speak, but nothing came out. Shori’s demands were met with the sounds of trauma. Yuuri dropped the phone and the rain poured down harder.


He crossed the street, his body shaking with his sobs, and went to the window, trying to see Murata. He saw the red couch where Murata sat, his head in his hands, still crying. He watched Hisao press a drink into Murata’s hand; Murata drank it down without even looking to see what it was. Slamming his fist on the window, he tried to get Murata’s attention.


When Hisao pulled Murata’s shirt off over his head Yuuri began to punch at the glass, his throat working to unleash a scream to be heard over the pounding rain. Hisao whispered something into the dazed Murata’s ear. As Murata continued to undress himself Hisao turned on the radio and left the room. Yuuri tried harder to get Murata’s attention but he was deaf to him now.


Yuuri’s head slammed into the window forcefully, breaking his nose and smearing blood all over the reinforced glass. Hisao smiled as he pressed the boy against the wall, savoring in the familiar feeling of control. “I have him now and he will never be with you again,” he whispered coldly before pressing a handkerchief around the now fighting Yuuri’s face. He laughed as Yuuri struggled until finally he went limp. Removing Yuuri’s clothes, he left him naked by the trashcans.


“Come on baby, we are going on a little weekend trip,” he told Murata, entering his living room and smiling at the bloodied glass. Murata nodded, slipping on the clothes Hisao handed him. Together they left the house. The rain had finally stopped and Murata felt as though he was starting a new chapter in his life. Briefly, he glanced back at the house when a thought struck him.


“Shouldn’t you put the trash out?” Murata asked and before Hisao could answer, he went to do it himself. He didn’t see Yuuri at first, but when he did, he felt oddly detached. Things looked and felt disjointed, almost as if he was looking at things through a fish bowl. Trying to gather himself, Murata tried again to call out but his voice wouldn’t work and his heart was beating too loudly. Falling to his knees, he placed his too hot forehead against Yuuri’s much too cold one. Hisao stood behind the two, oddly transfixed by the sight they made.


Pulling out his camera, he took pictures of the two. Thinking quickly, he backed his car up to the alley and dumped Yuuri in the trunk. Cradling Murata like a doll, he gently placed him in the front seat.


“Two prizes for the price of one,” he smirked, getting into his car and driving away. When he was far enough out on the highway he dumped Yuuri’s clothes out the window. They fluttered in the wind before hitting the water, which swirled briefly; a pendant of blue bled into black before it disappeared into the water.

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While Franc was lazily dipping his hand into the water of the fountain, he felt a tug as something entangled itself in his fingers. Pulling them out of the water, he stared at the blackened pendant as it swung back and forth on its cord. Gunter, who had been looking for Franc, saw him swinging the pendant with a look of horror on his face. Both recognized it at the same time.


“Yuuri.” Gunter stared at Franc, who stared back. “Franc, take the pendant, go to Earth, and bring back his Majesty.”


“I can’t.” Franc shook his head, as if in denial.


“You will,” Gunter replied firmly. “I will follow shortly but you need to meet up with Shori first. The pendant will take you to Yuuri, but only you can help; it found you and no one else.”


“When do I leave?” Franc asked, standing.


“Now,” Gunter retorted, pushing Franc into the swirling fountain. “Good luck, Franc.” He quickly went to work setting up alibis and plans. In an hour, he was ready. He felt slightly ill at ease about his trip to Earth and leaving Gwendal, but he pushed his thoughts away, took a deep breath, and went to find Ulrike and Shinou.


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