Hello, this is my first KKM fic. I had just finished watching the series when this idea came to me. Spoilers for later parts of the series. Please read and review.
Parings: Murata(Daikenja)/Shinou slight onesided Murata/Wolfram
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Unbreakable
When Murata looked at him he was reminded of Shinou.
He doesn't disillusion himself, he's far too wise, far too old. He knows that no matter how much he looks like his king, no matter how he acts, he isn't Shinou, yet sometimes he can't help the thought that come, the memories that he has tried so hard to suppress. Still, he could not stop the gazes, the watching, for they are alike not only in image but in their whole being, the way they walked, the way they laughed, the way they smiled... and the memories came flooding, he couldn't stop them, he didn't want to, and Murata wonders when he stopped trying.
He sees himself as Shinou saw him all those years ago, his black hair long, his dark eyes all knowing.
He hears the whispered conversations.
He watches as arms wrap around his body, hot breath ghosting over his ear.
He laughs as his other self laughs, like a bell and Shinou is the ringer.
He tastes the unmistakable flavor of Shinou on his tongue as the king leaned in for another kiss.
He feels the pain of his fists on the invisible, unbreakable wall that separates dreams and memories from the world.
He smells the metal from the red liquid on his raw, bleeding knuckles.
He longs to return to the past, to be needed, to be held by his love, to gaze into those sapphire eyes just one more...
He know that it's all just a dream.
Then it's over and he hears yelling and gazes up in to green, his hands dripping blood from where his nails had punctured the skin of his palms, tears flowing from his eyes, staining his cheeks, blurring his vision. Yet there is still one thing that he can see clearly, the one thing that setts them apart for all their similarities, the emerald green eyes of Wolfram von Bielefeld.
He wishes he had never have been born.