KKM Conrad Drabble
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dethoratsFor some reason, I feel angsty. I think it's because I'm so tired and because my ear hurts. Anyways, my second shot at writing Kyou Kara Maou. It's most likely sucky.
Title: Circles
Pairing: Conrad -> Yuuri, possible ConYuu, YuuRam
Rating: PG
Word Count: 804
Wolfram’s laughter, as bright as his hair, carried up from the courtyard below and Yuuri couldn’t help but cock an ear, head half turned towards the open window. A brief smile flickered over his face before he frowned, scowling down at the pile of paperwork on one corner of the desk. Off to one side, Gunter continued to drone away, diagramming some obscure family tree of one of the noble families of New Makoku. The day was beautiful, and Conrad, watching from his guard post in one corner, could tell that the young Ma-Ou would much rather be outside playing with his fiancé and their young daughter.
When Yuuri let out a pained sigh and tossed another longing glance towards the sunshine, Cherri’s middle child knew he could no longer keep still and silent. Guarding Yuuri, watching over him, was his special task, assigned before the Ma-Ou had even been born. Shinou had laid the task upon him and he’d taken it up gratefully. It had given him something to live for. At first he had done it in her name. He’d loved her, perhaps more than he should have. A love that was impossible and pure and one he felt to the very depths of his soul. But Julia was gone, for all that her soul was Yuuri’s. And now he lived for this new person. Kind and shining and innocent but without the wisdom and restraint that experience and life had granted to Julia, Yuuri had managed to pierce his being even more deeply.
At his very worst, on a few of those nights he was alone with no company but his thoughts, surrounded by Big Shimaron’s armies, he had wondered why his life seemed to be doomed to circle endlessly around the happiness of others. Julia, for all their love, had belonged to Adelbert. And neither of them was the kind of person to shirk duty or bring others unnecessary pain. Yuuri had gotten himself engaged to Wolfram almost before Conrad had had time to blink and to get to know the young man who had been just a baby when he’d seen him last. When the pair of them finally began getting along, the bond between them at last deepening into friendship and perhaps even something more, Conrad knew he was lost again. For, even as he could feel Yuuri’s unexpressed love for him, the situation was the same. No. It was worse. He loved his brother and wouldn’t hurt him that way. As for Yuuri, Conrad wondered if Julia had felt the same way and just never told him.
It seemed that all he did was cause Yuuri pain. It wasn’t intentional, never, but somehow he just couldn’t seem to keep the Ma-Ou happy. The worst had been when Shinou had sent him to Big Shimaron, but he still seemed to cause Yuuri other problems. He just couldn’t be exactly what Yuuri wanted him to be. No matter how hard he tried, it wasn’t possible for him to let go of his feelings and he simply couldn’t act on them either. So, life, such as it was, went on. At least, and Conrad had to remind himself of this rather more often than he would have liked, Yuuri was happy with Wolfram and Greta. That was what mattered most.
He plastered a gentle yet devious grin on his lips and noiselessly rose to his feet. They were only on the second floor of the castle and he had taken to keeping a coil of rope stashed behind the drapes in every room that happened to border on the gardens. While Gunter continued to babble on about the complex web of relationships that bound the noble houses together and Yuuri failed to hide his yawns behind cupped hands, Conrad managed to find his rope and secure it to the leg of a very heavy end table. Yuuri was slight enough that his weight wouldn’t even jar the piece of furniture as he slipped away. All that was left was securing the Ma-Ou, and a few well-tossed erasers he scooped off of one shelf made certain that he caught Yuuri’s attention.
The young king’s face lit up at the sight of the rope snaking out the window, and he tiptoed away from the desk as quickly and quietly as he could. There was a brief moment of worry when his foot caught on the rug and he nearly fell, but Conrad caught him like always, a heartfelt, whispered “thank you” his reward. And then Yuuri was climbing down the rope while Conrad watched, slipping away to run with his daughter and Wolfram in the sunshine. Conrad leaned on the window sill and let the low hum of Gunter’s voice wash over him and tried not to feel so very, very alone.
Title: Circles
Pairing: Conrad -> Yuuri, possible ConYuu, YuuRam
Rating: PG
Word Count: 804
Wolfram’s laughter, as bright as his hair, carried up from the courtyard below and Yuuri couldn’t help but cock an ear, head half turned towards the open window. A brief smile flickered over his face before he frowned, scowling down at the pile of paperwork on one corner of the desk. Off to one side, Gunter continued to drone away, diagramming some obscure family tree of one of the noble families of New Makoku. The day was beautiful, and Conrad, watching from his guard post in one corner, could tell that the young Ma-Ou would much rather be outside playing with his fiancé and their young daughter.
When Yuuri let out a pained sigh and tossed another longing glance towards the sunshine, Cherri’s middle child knew he could no longer keep still and silent. Guarding Yuuri, watching over him, was his special task, assigned before the Ma-Ou had even been born. Shinou had laid the task upon him and he’d taken it up gratefully. It had given him something to live for. At first he had done it in her name. He’d loved her, perhaps more than he should have. A love that was impossible and pure and one he felt to the very depths of his soul. But Julia was gone, for all that her soul was Yuuri’s. And now he lived for this new person. Kind and shining and innocent but without the wisdom and restraint that experience and life had granted to Julia, Yuuri had managed to pierce his being even more deeply.
At his very worst, on a few of those nights he was alone with no company but his thoughts, surrounded by Big Shimaron’s armies, he had wondered why his life seemed to be doomed to circle endlessly around the happiness of others. Julia, for all their love, had belonged to Adelbert. And neither of them was the kind of person to shirk duty or bring others unnecessary pain. Yuuri had gotten himself engaged to Wolfram almost before Conrad had had time to blink and to get to know the young man who had been just a baby when he’d seen him last. When the pair of them finally began getting along, the bond between them at last deepening into friendship and perhaps even something more, Conrad knew he was lost again. For, even as he could feel Yuuri’s unexpressed love for him, the situation was the same. No. It was worse. He loved his brother and wouldn’t hurt him that way. As for Yuuri, Conrad wondered if Julia had felt the same way and just never told him.
It seemed that all he did was cause Yuuri pain. It wasn’t intentional, never, but somehow he just couldn’t seem to keep the Ma-Ou happy. The worst had been when Shinou had sent him to Big Shimaron, but he still seemed to cause Yuuri other problems. He just couldn’t be exactly what Yuuri wanted him to be. No matter how hard he tried, it wasn’t possible for him to let go of his feelings and he simply couldn’t act on them either. So, life, such as it was, went on. At least, and Conrad had to remind himself of this rather more often than he would have liked, Yuuri was happy with Wolfram and Greta. That was what mattered most.
He plastered a gentle yet devious grin on his lips and noiselessly rose to his feet. They were only on the second floor of the castle and he had taken to keeping a coil of rope stashed behind the drapes in every room that happened to border on the gardens. While Gunter continued to babble on about the complex web of relationships that bound the noble houses together and Yuuri failed to hide his yawns behind cupped hands, Conrad managed to find his rope and secure it to the leg of a very heavy end table. Yuuri was slight enough that his weight wouldn’t even jar the piece of furniture as he slipped away. All that was left was securing the Ma-Ou, and a few well-tossed erasers he scooped off of one shelf made certain that he caught Yuuri’s attention.
The young king’s face lit up at the sight of the rope snaking out the window, and he tiptoed away from the desk as quickly and quietly as he could. There was a brief moment of worry when his foot caught on the rug and he nearly fell, but Conrad caught him like always, a heartfelt, whispered “thank you” his reward. And then Yuuri was climbing down the rope while Conrad watched, slipping away to run with his daughter and Wolfram in the sunshine. Conrad leaned on the window sill and let the low hum of Gunter’s voice wash over him and tried not to feel so very, very alone.
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Date: 2005-08-26 09:25 pm (UTC)I'm home sick and bored and hopping friends pages and saw "YuuRam" and went *squee*.
I've always adored your One Piece fics and didn't know you wrote for other fandoms! This was the kind of angst that I like to read. Just there enough to sting but not too much to where it felt melodramatic or anything like that.
There was a brief moment of worry when his foot caught on the rug and he nearly fell, but Conrad caught him like always, a heartfelt, whispered “thank you” his reward.
I want to hug Conrad now. And I'm an absolute YuuRam fangirl. XD
Again, sorry for randomly popping in here. >_< But this was a lovely read!
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Date: 2005-08-29 04:57 am (UTC)The funny thing is, I'm a HUGE ConYuu fan girl, but I was in an angsty mood and thus it worked out this way. YuuRam is cute, and it works well for tormenting poor Conrad. Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2005-08-27 03:03 pm (UTC)I LOVE YOU!
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Date: 2005-08-29 04:59 am (UTC)