Recently my old obsession with Conrad has resurfaced... Only to have it become even stronger than ever before. Reviews are always welcome, also give me some prompts guys!
Yuuri was chatting with his friends, as they suddenly seemed to lose focus and look towards something beyond him. Before he could turn around, a pair of warm big hands covered his eyes, masking his vision. Oh it's this game. Slowly, he moved his own delicate hands up towards the other. Feeling the skin and the texture of the callused pair of hands. He would've recognized them anywhere... The only thing preventing him from yelling out the name of their owner was the fact that he was supposed to be in Shin Makoku right now, and not in Japan.
"Conrad?" he asked hesitantly and with a tint of surprise mixed in.
"Hai, haika" responded the man, as he removed his hands and dropped them down by his side. Waiting for the king to react to his sudden appearance in his hometown.
The young king slowly turned around, as if afraid that he'd disappear if he was rash. His eyes widened as he regarded Conrad in normal earth wear, and not his usual military uniform. Then the corners of his lips tugged upwards, and a rueful smile danced onto his face. Reaching out with his arms, he moved to embrace the soldier, to which the knight responded in kind, holding out his arms and welcomed him into the sweet embrace. Yuuri's face was buried deep in his chest, inhaling his scent- that of earth, grass and a tinge of sweat mixed together. God, did he love that smell, and suddenly, when a pang, he realized how achingly he missed his subject now that he was here in front of him. Slowly, Conrad pulled away, but not before gingerly kissing Yuuri's forehead, causing the king's face to suddenly reddened. Flustered, he started rambling, but a sudden swarm of daunting thoughts invaded his mind, and worried swept over him. Making him forget all about that kiss.
Conrad saw the frown that quickly formed on his king's face, a bit disappointed that he wasn't able to see his Yuuri lose his composure. He thought that the teenager was adorable when he did, and whenever he saw him like that, it took all of his willpower to not reach out and pull Yuuri into a bone crushing hug. He shoved away the disappointment as he began to anticipate the answers to Yuuri's unasked questions.
"Conrad, as much as I love the fact that you're here... Why are you? Did something happen?"
Thankfully, Conrad just shook his head and said "No, nothing happened, I was just mistakenly transported here by accident when I fell into the water."
The king breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't realize he was holding. However, that just made his more curious, Conrad was an extremely well coordinated guy, so much so that he was constantly envious whenever he could hold his own when he couldn't. In fact, he was pretty sure that any normal person wouldn't have that level of uncanny coordination. So the question remained as to why he had fallen into the water. Seemingly understanding Yuuri's confusion. Conrad said that he jumped into the water when Wolfram had accidentally been thrown into the ocean when they were on a boat. The double black could just imagine the situation happening. Wolfram being the ever stubborn person he was, forcefully joined on a mission, even though he knew they would be traveling by sea. Being sick for most of the time, he would lean on the railings, but as the waves got rougher, the boat shook a little more and caused him to fall out and over, and Conrad, being the annoying do-gooder that he is, also jumped in to save him. At least, that was how the scenario played out in his head.
Little did he know, that Conrad didn't dive into the water to save his little brother, in fact there hadn't even been a mission of any sorts recently, much less were there any boats that were involved. No, Conrad had deliberately asked to be sent to Earth, solely because he sorely missed his dear king. Not that he'd ever admit to it. God forbid that he ever finds out his feelings for him. It was a sin that he was committing- having additional feelings than one that should exist between ruler and subject. In fact, he shouldn't have kissed his forehead. It was an impulsive decision, a mistake. He was just so imbued with happiness at the moment that he forgot his place. In fact, such actions seem to be happening more frequently as time passed. He was slipping, as if the rug was slowly being pulled out from underneath his feet. The young king hadn't noticed his real meanings behind his actions though, and probably interpreted as some sort of fatherly or brotherly affection towards him, and he willed it to stay that way.
