Dying to Live

I do not own Kyo Kara Maoh or make any money by writing this.

Notes: This is unbetaed.

Yuuri was walking through a field of 7-foot tall sunflowers and corn aimlessly. Dressed in a pair of grey flannel pajama bottoms and blue t-shirt, Yuuri felt conspicuous among the yellows and greens of the field. He became aware of a presence in front of him as he pushed through a particularly thick patch into “Ulrike what the heck are you doing here?” Yuuri stammered out.

“Sorry to interrupt. I needed to get in touch with you and your dreams seemed the best way.” Ulrike whispered softly floating towards Yuuri. Here eyes shining strangely in the light.

“Well spit it out so I can continue to tip toe through the sunflowers.” Yuuri snapped brushing a hand across his forehead where beads of perspiration where starting to reform. “If this is a dream why the heck am I so hot?” Yuuri complained before concentrating his attention on Ulrike’s shimmering form.

“Someone else is in your body now, making it hard for you to have control of your dreams.” Ulrike explained smiling slightly before her expression turned grave. “It is not my place to tell you what to do but I think you should return to this world as soon as possible.”

“If I can wake up again, I would love to go home.” Yuuri retorted. “As you can see I am a little lost in the middle of an unnatural forest of food and sunflowers.”

“This is just a barrier to help you heal. It will be getting thinner as the healing completes itself.” Ulrike smiled at a sunflower. The sunflower seemingly bowed and rested its flowered head on her shoulder. Ulrike sighed, closing her eyes briefly before opening them again, her gaze direct. “Hurry back, your majesty. You are needed home soon.” Ulrike gave one last smile before she drifted out of sight.

“So pretty much I have to keep walking if I want to get out of this.” Yuuri grumbled. “Great and when I wake up I have to hurry home for some unknown reason. Note to self, figure out how Ulrike manages to pop up at the worst moment possible.” Yuuri continued his trek through the sunflowers and corn until he felt a pulsing of energy nearby. Yuuri stopped in front of an a solid yellow wall. It looked as though someone had taken the corn kernels and petals of the sunflower to make it.

Cautiously pushing Yuuri realized that the wall was solid as a rock. “This is ridiculous my own body is against me!” Yuuri exclaimed crossing his arms and frowning at the wall before inspiration struck. “Body of mine you do realize the sooner I get out of here the sooner we see Wolfram.” Yuuri waited a beat, shocked when things went from peacefully silent to dead stillness. Reaching his hand out to the wall once more he let his fingertips graze the wall.

Nothing seemed to be happening but when Yuuri exerted more force; he found himself falling through the wall and then pushed through the barrier. The corn and sunflower petals gave him a rough massage as he passed through. Finally, Yuuri felt something wet graze his fingertips and a feeling of floating before his expulsion into the waiting water of his subconscious mind. Yuuri held his breath as he began a rapid ascension to the surface. He watched trains of thought swim by as though they were schools of fish. As he got closer to the surface Yuuri noticed a particular thought following him in the form of a dolphin not far behind was a shark.

Yuuri woke slowly to find Gunter sitting by his bedside. Gunter did not notice that Yuuri was awake, so Yuuri took in his surroundings. The room done in blues and cream was soothing. The cream-colored railings and dark blue fabric on the furniture offset the light blue of the walls. A dark blue armchair sat in front of a light wood desk. Bookcases lined the wall behind the desk while a large window with French doors and cream-colored curtains fluttered with the breeze. The overall feeling of the room was peaceful and soothing.

Yuuri turned from his examination of his surroundings and studied Gunter briefly. Gunter looked slightly haggard with bags under his eyes but an unmistakable twinkle sparkled in his eyes. Yuuri turned to see what had attracted Gunter’s attention. Yuuri thought he was dreaming. On the bed next to him sat his brother Shori with Murata sitting on his lap.

Murata was spewing insults and looking mutinous while Shori ignored him and applied ointment to his many scars and lacerations. Bandaging him up gently after he was done. Yuuri took note of the collar surrounding Murata’s neck and the matching ring on Shori’s finger. Yuuri could barely contain his smile as he watched Murata continued disagreeableness and Shori’s patient care. To an outsider it would look as though Murata was a shrew and hated the attention but to Yuuri the surprise and slight bewilderment was visible in Murata’s eyes.

Yuuri turned away giving the two some privacy and knowing that everything would be okay. Yuuri caught Gunter looking at him with a raised eyebrow and he could not help it, Yuuri laughed breaking the spell surrounding the room. Yuuri yelped as pain flared through his side and left him gasping.

“Easy there, bruised ribs aren’t necessarily conductive to laughing hard.” Shori reprimanded as he slid Murata off his lap and back under the covers.

“Was that supposed to be funny?” Yuuri griped easing himself into a sitting position. Gunter put some extra pillows behind him to aid the process.

“No but I think it would be nice for you to be properly healed before you go back to Wolfram.” Gunter spoke quietly.

“How is he?” Yuuri questioned settling back into the pillows.

“I am lucky that the clothes I was wearing were fire retardant when I told him you were here.” Gunter chuckled as he remembered. “On the other hand I won’t be getting sex until the next coming but that’s neither here nor there.”

“I think that is enough talk for the moment.” Shori interjected pushing a stray lock from Murata’s face. “You two need to rest. Come on Gunter we have work to do.” Gunter nodded at Yuuri and Murata before following Shori out the door.

“Yuuri I’m…”

“Save it Murata.” Yuuri waved off what he knew was an apology. “This could have been avoided if someone had stepped up in the beginning.” Yuuri settled deeper into his pillows after his short speech.

“Can I just say then that if you grow up to look anything like Shori physically…” Murata trailed off with an appreciative whistle.

“What was that you told me previously about attractive pitchers?” Yuuri teased, smiling. Murata’s good humor fled and he looked down at his fingers. “I won’t tell you not to blame yourself because regardless you will do it anyway but know this, he will not get away with it.”

“That’s not what worries me.” Murata mumbled getting up and hobbling his way to Yuuri’s bed. Yuuri scooted over to make room. “Hisao said that he wanted to go home and see if it has changed.”

“Yeah so what does that have to do with anything? Shori will track him wherever he goes.” Yuuri spoke confidently but careful studied Murata who in turn focused his attention on the ceiling.

“Yuuri home for him is Shin Makaku.” Murata finished in a rush.

“WHAT!”

Shori blinked slowly while Gunter’s body went into mini spasms from where he stood. Shori inhaled and exhaled slowly before he told Bob to repeat his statement.

“Apparently Hisao managed to sneak through a portal into Shin Makoku.” Bob spoke slowly.

“It just makes it that much easier to make sure justice is done.” Franc spoke with conviction but something in Shori’s face stopped him from speaking further.

“Where exactly will this portal put him?” Shori spoke slowly his eyes burning into the shaded gaze of Bob’s. Gunter called on his resolve and swung around to regard Bob with a narrow violet gaze.

Franc stared down at the pendent as it went from crystalline blue to a swirling and frothy black and began to slap rhythmically against his chest.

Hisao smiled at his surroundings. “Home, sweet home.” Hisao shouted and laughed as he exited the fountain. He shed his disguise and turned when he felt someone’s gaze on him. “Hello pretty one why don’t you come and play with me.” Hisao slowly walked towards the petrified figure staring at him.

I wonder who the petrified figure is? Any guesses? Review Please!