This story is told through a lot of POV; Gunter's my platinum blond beauty. So I'm jumping in and out, it's also a bit out of canon, but has a lot of reference to the anime which I so adore. In the anime Gunter's doesn't have a lot of magic, but in my story he is loaded, so have fun with my first KKM fan fiction and be constructive in your reviews, not destructive. Thanks

War of the Crystal Roses

Günter POV:

'I've always known from the start that I belonged to him. I would live, breathe, and eventually die with him. How could it be any other way, so I thought? Even now he controls my waking thoughts,' Günter mused, as he pretended to enjoy the festivities. It had proven to tax his spirit so he retired to his rooms before the nightly tears started to fall from his near prefect features. Wedding preparations that should have been his, yet everyone expected him to rejoice. "How can I sing in harmony when it hurt to speak," he screamed to the night sky.

Too many of the gorgeous platinum blond beauty's, nights were spend in serious contemplation of a dark warrior , yet tonight he thought about the great one, the double black with the thick dark glasses. 'Why is he on my mind, it's because of that silly child's story that I keep on remembering; but it's too damn late, to believe.' Gunter wiped a tear away from his swollen eye lids and instead forced his mind to think about the royal story told throughout the land when he was but a young lord.

The royal story was about a young king, double black that would come in the future and spread great happiness throughout the lands. Yes, I wanted and waited for the new king with great joy in my heart, but my soul was filled with such pain, how I could greet him, I could not. How could I express happiness in the mist of such pain, I tried every day after the announcement of his arrival, but the joyous words followed yet another rejection of the one I loved and I fell into a dark depression known only to my close friend, Conrad. Since the young prince appeared, the double black; Yurri, he has been my love and joy, but my soul will not sing without my own prince dressed in the purest of earthly greens, the tall dark one with the silver hair. Even the pure nature in Yurri heart couldn't quail the ache in my heart.'

Günter, moved from his bed side and opened a window which allowed the night air to wash over his face, maybe the breeze would quail the tears on his face that spring from an endless well in his heart. In the far distance he could hear the gentle swaying of the waves on the great ocean and he remembered the second most important story in his life.

The great one also told a story of love, the greatest love ever told in the demon king. It was a true story, one that would shape his destiny. Günteral, a great magical being died of a broken heart when his lover was swept away in a battle of great magic, during the great wars. It was said that the land parted into two large bodies and it was divided by his tears; the great ocean was born, such was his grief. To this day young lovers joined in true spirit can hear him moaning. Big Simeron and little Simeron were the two countries that exist today; it is the birth place for marriages of the same sex. This story was my private lullaby and fate as well, because I knew my attraction to Gwendal was not purely friendship. Someday I had secret plans of marriage to that impossible sexy noble; my self imposed soul mate. Why can't he see it for himself?

The day before Yurri came Gwendal hurt me deeply and the wound did not heal in my heart for days. It was the great one that came to me in a dream, a dark night, a demon night that saved my weeping soul. That night my heart was filled with all my sorrow and darkest fears, the greatest being left alone without his love; to spend my waning years in solace would be unlivable. The dream spoke to my spirit and claimed that through great sorrow and trails I would find happiness.

"When . . . . Must I die first?" his cries floated on the wind.

He started to close the window, but the moonlight; his talisman moved steady towards his slender fingers on the curtain and attempted to warm the chill that ran through his body. Two stars glided down the moonlight beam and playfully bounced on their five points; he turned around in little circles. These actions in the past would generally arouse their master, yet the weight around his heart was just too heavy. You see Günter's magic was grounded in the night. He also controlled many of the flowers that bloomed from Gwendal's earth. The boldest called, Twink, sprinkled fresh stardust on his cheeks, yet Günter still would not smile.

Silently two night flowers called Gwendal's Crown moved along the terrace walls and wove a love knot which the moonbeam place in his hair. A strong vine snaked its way inside the tiny window and the stars admonished the evil vine because it belonged to the earth, the one that hurt Günter. So tired of being sad the blond as last smiled at the elements folly, and allowed the vine to weave a bracelet which it wrapped around his wrist.

The scented thorns on the vine reminded him of a time not so long ago that as a joke his prince gave him a crown, made from the dangerous vine. The words Gwendal spoke touched his heart. 'These thorns will never hurt you, but will always protect you in times of need. Just call and they will come; I give you my word, my friend. Those were his words so long ago. Gunter also remembered the dreadful day another pledge was mad. Now the stars rested in his lap and the vine caressed his wrist, he remembered.

END of POV

Flashback:

Yurri gathered all his court officials in the great hall a message of importance had come down to him from Urike. "Gwendal, by order of the great one you are to marry the princess of Coloria, on the day of the big feast. I've chosen this as bridging two worlds. This will unite the humans and Mokuza's tribes. The princess will arrive in a months' time and acquaint herself with our ways. It is the Mokuza's role to welcome her with open arms."

Much to Günter's dismay this was also his mating season. You see the men of his line had the ability to choose their dominate sex and bond with the mates of their choosing. His body ached with the desire to become one with that grumpy male; as a child he adored him and often found that he was the butt of many jokes.

The eyes of the assembled guest rested on the blonds' as silence prevailed. The proud nobleman leaned against a marble pillar in the back of the great hall shaking. Weaken at the knees he almost collapsed under the weight of the ugly words. Slowly he propelled his legs to move his body forward and stood face to face with Gwendal aware all eye were on him, but he didn't care.

"I don't understand this has to be a mistake. What about our plans to marry!" He called out. 'Gosh did I just say that out loud,' he thought. Günter bit his lip and backed away, he was so hurt with the disgust on Gwendal face.

"What utter nonsense you speak. I have made no such plans and the will of the king is always first. Now if there is no other business at hand I will return to my duties. I suggest you do the same; it appears we have a wedding to plan."

"That's it!" Gwendal screamed and step in front of the man who angered him so."Look at me . . . . Just so I understand you would wed this woman . . . a woman who you don't even know!"

"Enough have you not embraced yourself countless times at my expense. When will this end?" The noble dressed in green spoke.

"Gwendal, how could you." Conrad spoke, he moved a little closer to his friend. "But you are the one who encourages his childish behavior."

Günter's hand connected with Gwendal's jaw. He curled his hand into fist of fury and tried his hardest not to cry. "Say something . . . Damn you!!!"

"Come on my friend," Conrad gently guided Gunter to his chambers.

"Yes I was a fool then and I am a fool now . . . . ." he thought as the star in his lap jumped at the sound of the door opening.

End of flashback . . . .

"So I found you at last, you disappeared from the party." Conrad moved near the window and watched as the moonlight dimed and darkness covered the room. "You've been crying . . . . Ah my gentle friend, man you deserve so much more." Conrad guided him to a love seat and continued with his words of comfort.

"It's why I'm here; I knew you'd be upset with the final preparations. There is no stopping this travesty." He held his hands and offered his shoulder to cry on. "Gunter forget the bastard and fall in love anew. Surly among these fine gentlemen there is one who has touched your heart. He's my brother so he is stubborn as hell and bent on regulations."

"We're not children; maybe this is my faith to spend my days with another. Don't speak so harshly of him. I've made a decision. First I want to wish you and Yosak years of peace and start on a family as soon as possible. You've waited so long to be together Conrad I'm leaving the Demon kingdom. . . . . Forever…"

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Sherabo: Sakura I did it!!! My first post for KKM. Gosh to the fandom of this site, review and let me know if I can join you as a writer of this fantastic group of men. . . . .

Sakura: I know you will do just fine.

Sherabo: "Ahhhhhhhhhh. . . . " She remembers her very first post.