A Munto Fanfiction: Dragon Valentine © RedWingedAngel002
Disclaimer: Munto; Sora o Miageru Shōjo no Hitomi ni Utsuru Sekai (c) Kyoto Animation; Yoshiji Kigami and Tomoe Aratani
Genre: Fantasy and Romance
Prompt: "The challenge is to write a single chapter (no multi-chapter stories) Munto fic with the main theme being Valentines Day."
Summary: For DaviantArt's Munto-FanClub Valentine's Contest: Yumemi asks Munto questions in regards of his world and people. It is difficult to do, though, when your husband is so relentlessly distracting… One-shot. MxY.
A/N: Special thanks to Chels, who helped me think up of names!
Japanese Index:
None.
"Talking."
'Thinking.'
Memories/Flashback.
One-Shot: Conleth
Emerald eyes opened slowly and adjusted to the Sun's low rays. It was still early. Cocking to her left, Yumemi saw a batch of firelocks against the feathered surface. Smiling at her husband, she ran her fingers through his hair, loving the silky feel. It was difficult to believe that seven years really had gone by since she had first met the Magical Being, that summer ago…
Munto's face was wedged between the juncture of her exposed shoulder and remaining in the pillows. She attempted to move his locks so she could gain access to his handsome features, yet he tightened his hold at her waist, and groaned within the warm garment. She giggled at his endearing response.
However, she needed to ask him something, it has been nagging her for a while…
"Munto?" she whispered. She stroked his neck to rouse him. He gave a grunt at the tickling sensation, and hid further. "Wake up, sleepyhead. I want to ask you something."
"Wha'ph?" The reply was muffled.
"Are you considered as an elf?" she wondered aloud, gazing up at the tall, columned ceiling.
There was a pause; where then the royal removed his head out of their shared heat and gave her a wary glare.
"What, now?"
"Are you considered as an elf?" She repeated the question, while taking a long pointed ear and pulling the tip lightly with her pointer and thumb to exaggerate her inquiries.
He rubbed his eye from remaining sleep. "And where did this come about?"
"I was wondering…" She continued to groom his hair.
"In all Heavens name and what is Holy… We are known as Magicians," he claimed, believing that was that needed to be said, and huddled back into her cherished warmth.*1
"But what about the others who don't use magic?" she continued on, knowing that his nation was secluded to used such powers.
"We are also known as Sky Dwellers; Heavenly Beings."
Yumemi furrowed her pale brows. "You know, you could just give a simple no. Does that mean you aren't considered as elves?"
"Well, if you want to call us that, then go ahead, human," he teased his wife's antics and nipped her skin.
"That's not fair, Munto," the woman huffed, wanting to understand.
He ignored her and continued his intimate touches.
Blushing, she knew he was not going to go further with that particular question, so she vouched on another:
"And what about dragons?"
"What about them?" He kissed her angled jaw.
"They're real, right? I mean I saw one in a dream, and—"
"Were you flipping through my memories again, darling?" His reply was gruff, yet actions soft, while he nuzzled the juncture of her shoulder, his hand wondering lower...
A breathless moan escaped her, and she willed herself confidence to stand above his tempting ministrations. "Munto, you aren't listening! Quit being so distracting, I can't ask you questions if you keep this up!"
She felt his lips widen. "And there is a problem with that?"
Plunging her hand beneath the sheets, she pinched his bare rear at his challenge.
"Ow! What the hell, Yumemi?" His neck snapped and glared at her. She knew the threat was false.
"See, wasn't that distracting?" Yumemi gave a smug laugh.
A withered look was thrown her way. "What do you want?"
"Tell me more about dragons." Her lashes fluttered with doe eyes, knowing that always made his resolve melt.
His crinkled feathers smoothened and he gave a sigh in submission, both knowing she had won, and rolled onto his back. Taking his arms, Munto placed them behind his head and casually supported his neck.
"Well, if you recall my memories, know for a fact that they are exist, what is it you want to know?"
"What was yours like? Did it have a name? Can we see one?" Yumemi shifted her weight to her side and placed a dainty hand on his muscular chest. It was like a fantasy dream come true.
Munto's brows knitted in response. Peering at the woman on his right, he pulled his left arm out from its resting place, and waving it in emphasis.
"Hey. I thought you wanted to ask me something—meaning one thing—not so many questions this damn early," The left band, promising their vows, caught the morning's rays.
Of course she knew of his morning behavior, yet her excitement was more so. "But, Munto…."
The redhead growled and placed his left hand at his face, and rubbed his temples. "His name was Conleth; my father gave him to me as a present for my seventh birthday," Pale eyes softened as he shifted his hand, upper-palm flat on his forehead.
Yumemi snuggle by his side, resting her head on his shoulder, and intently listened. Her husband wrapped his arm around her curved figure, smothering his previous irritation.
"He was a good friend. I would visit him everyday. We would always play with one another in the fields, in the skies. It was great… It is a shame he had to pass because of the Akuto Crysis."*2
Guilt throbbed in Yumemi's breast. Perhaps it was such a good idea to bring it up. Lashes lowering, she silently mourned for his companion; she only saw glimpses of the marvelous creature and was curious.
"I'm sorry, Munto…" She was not just referring to his lost friend…
Noting her tone, Munto flipped to meet his recent wife's saddened expression.
His hand brushed against her temple, corn silk tickling the pads of his callous fingers, "Hey… There is nothing to be sad about; the past is the past. We may go get you one, if you want?"
Her eyes lit. "But I just said I wanted to see one, not get one!"
"And? I will to get you one, then." The corner of his lips twitched, turning into a grin with his resolute answer. Munto tipped down to kiss her brow. "Consider it as a Valentine's gift."
She sighed at his affection. "You spoil me too much. Plus, Valentine's Day isn't in another week, honey."
Perplexed by her nickname, he asked his thought allowed. "Why, 'honey'?"
"Why, my Lord, it's because that is what you are: so sweet," She kissed him on the nose. Lowering, she inquired in a mock, "Why, can I not? What are you going to do about it?"
Munto's eyes glittered with calculated mischief. Grabbing ahold of her writs above her head, he whispered hotly at her curved ear, "Lock you up in the dungeon and leave you there for a week. Or better…" He placed a trail of soft kisses at her neck, "Nab my White Day present a month early."*1
"You've still got it mixed up!" His light touches tickled; Yumemi laughed hard. "An-And what— what if I refuse!"
"I am afraid that is not an option, my Lady," The king grinned widely and continued his torture. "Unless you beg, of course."
"Okay… Okay! I giv-I give up!" More bouts of laughter escaped out of her throat; tears were streaming down her face. They probably woke the whole kingdom with her noise; this time, with innocent cries.
Calming, the young woman marveled her husband above: the rising sun had caused his honeyed skin to glow in the morning's rays; locks of deep cherry turned to a bright fire-red. With hands evening his weight at either side of her head, he smiled tender at Yumemi, bullion eyes melting her very core. She secretly adored at such attention.
"Do I really have to wait a week?" She had closed her sight, knowing such a beautiful image would make her lose her train of thought, as it had in the past. Yumemi heard the Magical King laugh and his lips softly lowered, as did his waist. The corners of her mouth lifted at the contact.
"Would you like to go today?"
"Maybe later… What did you say about that early White Day present, now?" Yumemi hinted.
An entertain noise rose in the back of his throat. "And what did you say about being distracting?"
Tucking a lose strand of hair affectionately behind a pointed ear, she knew she was caught. "What about it?"
Cradling her, he joined his lips with hers. "What about it…?"
She decided her questions would be saved for another time.
A/N: I know for a fact that Munto is probably out of character—but I say he'll soften up after a few years of marriage.
I really don't think this is that related to V-day; I came up with this idea this morning as a normal one shot but decided to post it in for the contest. Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!
—Ari [2.14.10]
*1 White Day: "Is celebrated one month after Valentine's Day; is observed by females who present chocolate gifts as an expression of love. Handmade chocolates is usually preferred by the receiver, because it is a sign that the receiving male is the girl's 'only one.' On White Day, the converse happens: males who received a honmei-choco (本命チョコ?, "chocolate of love") or giri-choco (義理チョコ?, "courtesy chocolate") on Valentine's Day are expected to return the favor by giving gifts, usually more expensive." [Wikipedia]
*2 According to Chels, Conleth means, 'chase fire' in Irish. Pure fire… Very nice. I thought it was very fitting for his dragon.
