Disclaimer: Honestly, I don't own Kyou Kara Maou. I know this is hard to believe, but I don't. It's okay! I know you thought I did, but I don't. You can cry along with me if you want.

They were way too close.

They were staring at each other, and Yuuri was reminded of those movies where the girl and guy end up in the same kind of position and they kiss. But Sara was a guy and those kind of situations in the movie only happened in movies. It never actually happened.

But still, they were way too close. Yuuri could smell Sara, which sounded almost disgusting, but Sara smelled nice. Really nice. Yuuri couldn't put a name to the scent, but he was reminded of lilies. He liked lilies.

…Why were they still staring?

And why did they have to be so close?

It was a coffin. It wasn't built for comfort, but did it have to be so narrow? The narrowness made him notice things. Like how soft Sara's cheek looked and how his hair seemed silky.

He really was beautiful.

Usually, being so close made you notice flaws. Things generally looked more beautiful from far away, but up close, they really weren't. And even though Yuuri noticed some flaws in the dim light, they didn't take away from Sara. Somehow, they enhanced.

How easy would it be just to lean forward, just a little, and press lips against lips, just slightly? Pretty easy. Nothing that you could really say was life changing. Life changing things were huge. A little kiss to a guy you just so happened to be crammed in a small place with was hardly anything in the big scheme of things.

…He was totally fooling himself.

And why was he thinking of kissing? They were in a dangerous position! There were people who probably wanted to kill them right outside the cramped space they were in! What about his friends? Were they alright?

But he could feel every breath of Sara's. He could feel every little nervous twitch.

If it was possible, which Yuuri was sure it wasn't, he could hear his heart beat. Each and every beat. Steady and calm, even though they were in so much peril. Yuuri could feel his own heart ready to jump out of his chest.

He was trying to remember one girl he had wanted to kiss when he was thirteen. She had been pretty and fair and all that lovely girly stuff. Or at least that was what he thought. But he couldn't remember if her hair was brown or black. Somewhere in between? What had she been wearing? He couldn't remember. And it was weird because he had always remembered that girl for some reason.

Maybe he couldn't remember because there were more important things to think about. He could hear the loud footsteps of the mutinous soldiers right outside and--

Sara was just so close.

Yuuri knew he'd probably be remembering this moment later on. How he and Sara had been this near each other. Yuuri was very sure he'd be able to remember exactly what color Sara's hair was, even though it was kind of dark in that coffin. He was sure he'd be able to remember Sara's lavender glasses, what he wore, what he smelled like, that faint freckle right near his eye, how long and pretty his eye lashes were, and just how close they were.

Yes, Yuuri knew he'd definitely be remembering that. His mind was having fun reminding him of that fact every five seconds or so, basically screaming it.

What was that girl's name anyway? The one he had wanted to kiss. Had he even wanted to kiss her? It was getting foggier and foggier. It was as if his brain wanted him to forget as it screamed: "He's so close! Kiss him! He's so close! He smells good! He's really nice looking! He's so close! He's so close! Close! Close! Kisskisskisskiss! Kiss him!" Yes. A kiss really wouldn't be so bad…

"Yuuri, what kind of place is your country?"

"Huh?"

The spell was broken and Sara smiled, leaning in closer and making Yuuri's toes start squirming inside his shoes anxiously.

"Yes! Yuuri, tell me about your castle."

"What are you talking about at a time like this?" When we're so close?

Even as Yuuri went on to talk about his home at Shin Makoku, he knew he'd blown his chance. He knew later he'd have to wonder exactly what it meant that he'd wanted to kiss Sara and countless other things, but at that moment, all he knew was that he felt very disappointed that he hadn't just leaned forward and kissed the other boy.

Maybe Wolfram had been right all along. Maybe he was a wimp.

Notes: Man, I've been wanting to write a SaraYuu story for forever. I mean, since the OVAs. And this is all I can come up with.