A/N: This is my first fic in a while (I wrote this before I started the DGM one) and I'm a bit rusty. Reviews and constructive criticism are loved and appreciated. I have another GwenxGun story in the works, so please look forward to it! I have the plot for it worked out and will begin writing it as soon as this fic is finished. I expect this one to have three short (but speedily updated) chapters. I should note that I wrote this when I had swine flu so it might be slightly nonsensical.
Disclaimer: I do not own them, but I wish I did.
Yuri-heika was off on another long trip to recover some random, but vastly important artifact (i.e. piece of junk). Meaning of course, that Günter was haunting the hall moaning and crying without end. Gwendal was in his office, frowning in Günter's general direction, as he tried to fight off the headache he could feel building behind his eyes.
After a few more hours of barely making, a dent in the mountainous pile of paperwork that had built up in the young king's extended absence; Gwendal had a full-blown migraine. The lights were too bright and they burned his retinas. The scratch of his pen on paper sounded like a woodcutting camp. It took him several torturously slow minutes but he finally finished reading the nearest stack of documents, before deciding to take a short nap, in an attempt to banish the evil anvil striking gremlins inside his skull.
Normally, Gwendal did not dream and when he did, it was of kittens, bearbees, and other cute things, though he sometimes dreamt of knitting. This day was different. His dream was dark, vivid, and prophetic. Günter was going to be murdered.
On the other side of the castle, Günter, who had finally managed to escape Anissina's experiments, slumped into a chair with a sigh, pulling one long fingered hand through his lavender hair. He was exhausted from hours of testing couple that with emotional exhaustion from worrying about heika and it was not long before his eyes fluttered close and he drifted into sleep.
Unlike his grey-haired counterpart, Günter's dream was simply lovely, if a bit strange. It began with that afternoon's events. It was snowing. Gwendal had come back from some small errand that that he'd had to run while Yuri-heika was away. Günter once again noticed the way that tiny crystals of ice clung to Gwendal's grey lashes and accentuated his deep blue eyes.
Then things changed. Günter felt a strange tingling sensation, he split into two and one Günter stepped through the other. Günter stood on the steps and watched as dream Günter ran over and threw his arms around Gwendal's shoulders, clinging to him and sobbing in happiness. Gwendal smirked, cradling the lavender head in one hand and wrapping his other arm around dream Günter's slim waist. Günter watched himself lean in for a kiss.
Günter bolted upright when he heard the door to his room slam against the stone wall hard enough that the wood splintered a bit. Gwendal stood there, sword drawn, wearing the absolute scariest face that Günter had ever seen him make. Gwendal leaped forward and Günter was suddenly drenched in blood.
A/N: Sorry this chapter is so short. I have to work overtime at the hospital and catch up on all the schoolwork I missed while I was sick. I figured that if I didn't get this posted now I'd put it off forever. I am focusing on my D. Gray-man fic right now, but it's coming along nicely so I'll try to update this one pretty frequently.
A/N 2: Please review. I have a general outline for this one, but any suggestions for the upcoming lemon would be very helpful. (Where should they have sex? Position? Etc.)
A/N 3: I don't know who I'm trying to fool with my lame cliff hanger.