Title: Black Thoughts and Blue Reflections
By: EsTeLweNadia
Summary: Two-shot. First K fanfiction. Based on Episode 7: Key. Yatogami Kuroh's thoughts after the fight with the Blue King, Munakata Reishi as he escapes from the stadium (Chapter One). Meanwhile, the Blue King reflects back on a certain duel with the Black Hound over a steaming mug of tea back in his Headquarters (Chapter Two).
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst
Warnings: None yet, I think…
Disclaimer: Characters afflicted are not mine, and will never be. Except in my dreams, maybe. ^^
Author's Note: I've been watching Episode 7 again and again because I liked the episode. In fact, I like anything with Kuroh in it. *guilty as charged* Kuroh and lots of angst and pain. *shameless grin* So far Episode 7 fulfilled the criteria. I particularly scrutinized Munakata's and Kuroh's expressions as they fought, and tried to guess what they were thinking. Besides I can't stand to see Kuroh being treated like that, so I just had to say, erm, to make him say something about it! So here it is!
Author's Note 2: Any mistakes seen are mine, and mine alone. I am not perfect, and I did the best I could. Reviews are immensely appreciated, so please have them coming! Now what are you waiting for? Get on reading! ^^
Chapter One: Yatogami Kuroh (Black Thoughts)
"Tch!"
Every movement translated bruises into agony as he easily breezed his way through the Blue henchmen blocking the corridor despite a mercilessly pounding head, but apparently nothing hurt more than the agony of humiliation and defeat.
Retreat, he amended vehemently, although he knew that if Shiro and Neko weren't there to interfere, that retreat could easily become a defeat. As if he weren't humiliated enough already.
He would never forget that slap.
His cheek didn't hurt, but his pride did, and it didn't just hurt; it burned.
A slow, keening burn.
In response his soul flared with anger.
He had never felt so insulted before.
The impact of the slap was made even worse with the accompaniment of Munakata's leering gaze.
His arrogant voice.
His silent, smug laughter.
His condescending attitude.
The way Munakata easily held him face-down against the wet grass with a booted foot pressed on his wrist against his back, looking down on him like a haughty king.
Again, when the Blue King (Yes, Yatogami thought irritably, Munakata IS a king, and a haughty one at that), with the sheathed sword held steady under his chin, leaned forward to peer into his face, with a hand gripping firmly around the crown of his head.
Again, when the Blue King leant down with a hand gently settling at the back of his head, to whisper into his ear, only to tighten its grip when Munakata demanded an answer.
He shivered then, and it was not because of the ceaselessly pouring rain.
Because the voice, irritating as it was, was almost… seductive.
He shuddered at the mere recall of the voice.
The way Munakata treated him… like a child.
"Such a disobedient child."
Yatogami Kuroh realized now how much he hated that man.
Hated how the dark brown eyes seemed to pierce right through his very soul.
Hated how casually Munakata talked about Ichigen-sama.
That was what launched Kuroh into an attack, without even waiting for the other man to finish, and Kuroh wasn't planning to let him.
Even then, Munakata just wouldn't stop talking, in that infuriatingly calm tenor.
"Get out of my way!" Kuroh snarled as he threw a punch into an assailant's face, and swung around to snap-kick another. He needed to hear his voice to try to drown out Munakata's.
He also hated the fact that he was unable to land a single hit on the Blue King.
Although he did manage to deliver a punch at last, but that was because he managed to catch the King off guard, so that wasn't counted.
Still, a hit was a hit, and that hit actually had made him feel slightly better.
Take that, you arrogant bastard.
His own reputation preceded him. Yatogami Kuroh, infamously known as the Kuro-Inu, the Black Hound. He had to admit that he was flattered that the Blue King himself called him a 'powerful' pawn.
Still, with all his strength, speed and prowess, he was no match against a King.
But at least he had put on a good fight.
Inwardly he congratulated himself for defying the King.
By refusing to draw out his sword.
By refusing to display any emotions even in dire circumstances.
Although his face did soften at the mention of sacrificing his life for Shiro.
Yes, he would do that.
He didn't know why, but he would.
And he would be the only one to take Shiro's life, if situations called for it.
Him, and no one else.
Not even any Kings, of any color.
Not even Munakata Reishi, the Blue King.
He would see to that, and one day, maybe he could even dish out his own brand of revenge.
No one could insult Ichigen-sama and get away with it.
No one.
Not even Munakata, the Blue King.
He would definitely see to that.
One day.
"Kuroh, over here!"
Feeling calmer and slightly better now, he sauntered over to Isana Yashiro, into the safety of shadows in an alley.
Revenge on Kings could wait.
- End of Chapter One -
Yay, finally completed. Took longer than I thought! -_-
Hope you have enjoyed reading it!
Chapter Two: Munakata Reishi (Blue Reflections) will be up next.
Not sure how long it will take me, though. Be patient, okay? ^^
Thank you for reading! Reviews and comments are immensely appreciated. ^^