A/N: I saw a YurixEstelle picture one day on gelbooru and it made my creative instincts go wild. I also listened to "Untouched" by the Veronicas to help the mood. Anyway, I won't say this is a one-shot, but if you really want, I'll continue it. Anyway, let's begin.
Untouched
I always have this same dream. Night after night, the same images play in my mind. It always goes back to my mother's precious music box, the last thing she left to me before she passed away from illness. I play every night before I go to sleep, calming myself with the familiar tune. It's light melody always made me drift to worlds far off, drifting to gentle dreams, and to him.
I've always been called a girl of imagination. It's because I love to read books. Any size fits my taste, any style, any subject satisfies me. I even sit down and read children's books sometimes. It was my mother that got me into it. Every night, she'd come and read to me when I was a little girl. Her soft voice and passionate reading made it my favorite time of the day. Even when she was sick, she still managed to read to me.
Playing that music box helps me keep her in my memories. Every time its melody strikes my ears, I feel as if I am small again, and my mother is reading to me. I can't stop playing it, so I can't stop having that very dream again and again. Honestly, I don't think I want to stop having that dream.
It always starts the same way. Seconds after I close my eyes, I fins myself running through the castle. No, it's more like I'm searching through the castle. My steps are graceful, my body feels light, and I can feel the moonlight on my skin. That's what makes this dream so striking, I can feel everything. I'm tempted to say I'm awake in these dreams, like something in a storybook.
Then, at the same time as always, I go to the statues of the Child of the Full Moon in perfect sequence. Finally, I go to the large hallway just outside the throne room, close to the prison cells. I stop abruptly, my dress swaying slightly at the sudden loss of motion. Standing still, the moonlight continued to flood in the hallway, bathing my body. I could feel the carpet of the rug against my bare feet.
Affixed to my pink hair are cat-like ears. They are always black with white puffs of fur near the base. It really is one of the cutest things I've seen personally. I'm wearing a light white dress with a bow behind my back. The excess ribbon fell along with the black tail that gently swayed back and forth.
Gong
Gong
Gong
The deep chime of the old clocks through the castle echo through the halls. As always, it is midnight. I look around again, searching for something, for someone. Then, as the last chime of the grandfather clocks finishes its echo... he appears.
He always steps out of the shadows, wearing them around his solid form. He is neither bulky, nor thin. His lips form a smooth smirk as he approaches me, his hand slowly rising to brush my cheek with the lightness of a feather. His hands are calloused, different from my soft skin. I love the sharp contrast. My eyes travel upwards to look at his long, black hair. It flowed down to his shoulders, proudly flaunting his head's crown. Atop his head are two black bunny ears. Strangely, it fit him perfectly.
My mouth moves, but no words are heard from my lips. His lips part to reply to my breathy greeting, as his smirk grew in amusement. Again, his hand brushes my cheek and goes to my lips. Lightly, he brushes his thumb over my lips. It's barely even noticeable, but I can feel the heat of his hand against my face. My pale cheeks grow pink, earning a larger smirk than before.
Then, slowly, he leaned towards me. He pulls me close to him and hovers his lips just in front of my forehead. Tilting my chin upwards, he softly kisses my skin. A ripple of warmth radiated from my forehead, almost destroying the strength in my knees, but he does not let me fall. Instead, I mold deeper into his embrace.
Teasingly, he moved to my nose and planted a feathery kiss. He chuckles when I bite my lip in anticipation, wanting him to kiss me just a few centimeter lower. Again, he teases me by kissing my cheek, his thumb on my lips to stifle a whine. My lips lightly move against his calloused thumb, and no sound comes out again.
Finally, as if answering my unheard plea, he brushed his lips against mine. I can feel the surge of feeling, an indescribable warm feeling. He's still teasing me, using the very tip of his tongue to lick my bottom lip. It's almost cruel what he does. Having his fill of fun, he at last enveloped my lips in his, just as the clocks chime yet again.
Gong
Gong
Gong
....and then I wake up. I sit up in my bed every night after those dreams, his warmth lingering against my skin. I can still feel his kisses, and I blush deeply. Dispite th strangeness of it all, I can never stop myself from smiling.
A/N: Again, I'm not too sure of what I'll do with this. For now, it can stand as a complete one-shot, but I can take it further if people are interested. Leave a review, and thank you for reading!