A Munto Fanfiction: One Heart © RedWingedAngel002
Disclaimer: Munto; Sora Miageru Shōjo no Hitomi ni Utsuru Sekai © Kyoto Animation; Yoshiji Kigami and Tomoe Aratani
Genre: Drama, Erotica, Fantasy, and Romance
Summary: With his skin against hers, the reaction was instantaneous—chemical—as Akuto zipped up her right arm, warmth flooding, and a heave overcoming her drumming chest. He was affected too: she could see it at the shutter quaking his frame, revealed diamond-ringed pupils, dilated and heightened. —Mature-content warning— MxY.
A/N: So, my doujinshi interpretation is set to be complete by winter. Apologies for taking so long, for I was attempting to get the comic done before submitting new chapters, but I took the opportunity while my motivation was in and running. Plus, I'm redrawing what has scavenged since my art style has changed over the years. However, everything is sketched solid at this point, and will be sixty pages, excluding several colored covers, for a twenty-dollar purchase.
With this, reread chapter one when you get the chance. I tweaked a few things and added another connecting scene, which smoothens transitions between the anime's time-skip better.
A heads up, this erotic series of four has now been bumped to six. I won't be surprised for extended ideas in the future. Sorry not sorry. ¬ ω¬
WARNING: This fanfiction contains underage, explicit sexual activity intended for readers eighteen years and older. If uncomfortable, please push the back button upon your selected Internet browser and have a good day.
Songs: Laughter Lines and Torn Apart by: Bastille, Animal, Salt Skin, and Under Control by: Ellie Goulding, Boum Boum by: Enigma, Shiver by: Maroon 5, Head Is Not My Home by: MS MR, Don't Mess With Me by: Poets of the Fall, and Bloodstream by: Stateless
Japanese Index:
-sama: Honorific: The respectful equivalent of -san; -sama is primarily in addressing persons of much higher rank: Lord, Lady
-san: Honorific: Carries the meaning of "Mr.," "Mrs.," "Miss," etc., but used more extensively in Japanese than its English equivalent
"Talking."
'Thinking.'
Memories/Flashbacks.
Chapter 2: Liquid Heat
Iridescent suds splayed across the pink tile squares, traveling amongst small waves, which cycled from the pattering water overhead. A wafting floral-scent seeped about the washroom in steam bursts as it exited through the window adjacent the bath's end.
With a feminine hand, the showerhead was shut off to squeeze the remaining drops out of a long mop of blonde. Yumemi twirled her locks, spinning them tight until they were secured by a jeweled hairclip, and tucked the remaining wisps from sticking. Despite the small crack for ventilating purposes, a seasonal chill ran up her spine, initiating the girl to remove herself from the plastic stool, making sure all the washing condiments were organized, and sigh into the water's warm embrace until she was completely submerged.
Once the rippling tides stilled, did her thoughts begin to take adrift, closing her long lashes only to view the one constantly on her mind: a man of flame, magic, and a compassionate heart.
'Spring is finally here. It's been three months since that time…'
A palm pressed against her breast, which festered with doubt. Now that her second year of junior-high had come to a close, quiet nights like these allowed such running thoughts to arise. She almost wished for the fast school pace to resume, knowing her ninth grade would be filled with entrance exams to keep her occupied.
'Even if it was just a dream, could he have forgotten?'
She had not received a letter from him since her fifteenth birthday the month prior. Not a word spoken about the intimate moment they psychically shared, besides heated looks and hopeful promises upon the Hidaka's doorstep. The golden ring he offered, amongst other special gifts, hung in reminder around her neck.
'…Did he regret it?'
Yumemi curled into herself, tucking her knees close, and rested a temple against the tub's porcelain rim. Her ache intensified, both at her chest and leg juncture, where she tentatively brushed below the water's surface with a wondering finger.
There was a whimper threatened to spill, not of stimulation, but of the hidden secrets enclosed within her tight throat. Green jewels opened to view her distorted reflection dancing amongst bitter tears. She should be more accepting of these feelings. Was that not what Ryueri's mirror prepared her for? Yet…
It hurt.
It hurt when she saw him on the news, knowing well the exhaustion he hid behind his poised mask; when flocking classmates would gossip of him, whether through romantic interest or nasty jeers. All she could do was keep quiet, observe, and be patient—at least until he said it was safe enough for her truth, when the Amalgamation Ceremony between Heaven and Earth was complete. Of when that event would take place was still in the distance of their new future.
She knew how to wait. These several weeks were mere a fraction of what she had endured the year before, yet some nights were more difficult than most. The blonde's body shook with a sob, to where her elbow hid her face in shame. She was at such a loss.
'Munto, I want to see you.'
It was bright when she opened her eyes, emerald optics adjusting to view the red dusted scenery trembling in the distance though blistering, hallucinogenic tremors. A cold wave of anxiety took root within her core when in recognition, as she craned her neck upward to find the hovering island amongst cloudless skies.
'But this can't be… The two worlds have been united. There is no other realm.' It was true; all of below could now see what used to be her childhood curse. Her knuckles turned white in their tight grip, determination wavering. 'Why am I here?'
From behind, a bass, rich and enticing, called out to her, "Yumemi."
She was quick to turn, honeyed ribbons whipping, with her brown soles in hot pursuit to find the Magical King lounged across that same rock slab he had two summers ago. Like déjà vu, his flashy attire contrasted against the blue painted slate.
"It has been a while." In façade, he cocked a grin.
The heat of desire electrified the air and caused her nape to stick. Swallowing thickly, she browsed at his tempting frame, eyeing the sun-kissed skin his tunic revealed, down the firm planes of his torso, lower still at red curls trailing beneath the silver belt around his sharp hips—
Dusk peppered about her cheeks, while nervous fingers rung her uniform's tie, shameful for ogling at him so.
"Munto," she licked at her parched lips, fixing the wobble there, "Are you really here?"
The corners of his mouth fell, mask wiped clean, where he is nothing but emotion: where yearning, relief, and reproach intermingle within catseye gold. He looked away when she was spelled by his intensity, down at his left, clenched fist.
"Yes. You and I both know it is but a dream. That is enough." His breath expelled sharply to a fleeting chuckle—she, so fixated on his mouth—and their gaze was locked once more. There was no sharpness in his order, as he rasped, "Come, Yumemi."
The girl observed his outstretched offer closely, the bullion loop glinting in promise for contact, and weighed upon what such a simple action could bring, just as she had when they departed the kingdom's greenhouse in escort. She stepped forward and reached out when deciding not to run.
With his skin against hers, the reaction was instantaneous—chemical—as Akuto zipped up her right arm, warmth flooding, and a heave overcoming her drumming chest. He was affected too: she could see it at the shutter quaking his frame, and reveal diamond-ringed pupils, dilated and heightened.
The tips of her fingers twitched at his wrist, noting the strong pulse there, and his grip tightened and pulled. Her white dress billowed by the jerking motion when Yumemi then fell into his lap, palm and cheek pressed against his sternum, with the scent of leather, salt, and ginger strong in her nostrils. Tense muscles eased toward the embrace and she gave into the urge to nuzzle his neck.
"It has been a while…" the royal murmured quietly in her pet hair.
She teetered back to find him so affectionate—a hidden charm—by tucking a stray lock into place and tentatively stroke her peach softness. Leaning into the callous friction, a chaste kiss was placed on each pad, maneuvering to test the waters with a light pucker at his right thumb. Munto's actions paused as she ventured forward, intrigued when she rolled her tongue over the digit and sucked. The palm supporting her thigh dug, while his Adam's apple bobbed in self-satisfaction. Unfortunately, the tease was cut short when he yanked away from her wet mouth.
Despite the silk protecting her from the ragged surface they lain, it was nothing compared to his able comfort, and she lifted herself to straddle him. He gave no objection. Tentative was she to bare her full weight upon his exposed middle, until his hands made the decision by pulling forward. With an air of caution, each vertebra bowed until she was blanketed fully on top of him, contouring against their contrasting planes. Throughout this, she noted the hesitance within each of their silent actions.
Gently, she swept across his skin, skimming his long nose and unsewn brow, to then reach something different from her past-painted picture: a scar. One of several obtained from the space-time entity they created, like an umbilical cord of light, which temporarily linked their worlds together before the spirits were joined anew.
"Does it hurt?"
"No." Eyes of bullion closed by her lulling and he grunted when she traced up an elfin ear. "But that tickles."
"Really?" Her voice laced with hidden laughter and playfully tugged the coloring tip.
"Yeah." White teeth grit to contain his skewed grin and he shied away from her curious ministrations. "Quit it."
A pregnant pause as each stared, and Munto joined in with her contagious bubble fit.
Oh, how she enjoyed that rumble within his chest, the rare sound caramelized and toe curling. Her neck stretched forward to peck the lined blemish, holding him there by fingering through his crown's roots, and hovered at his mouth, to where such choiring pleasantries emerged forth.
His consent was agreed upon with a tender look as he filled that distance.
Like their first, it was a brief caress, inclining gradually with fervor in tilted angles and light puckering. His purr caught when she glossed his upper lip between her teeth, drawing forth a velvet tongue and salvaging his taste. She sighed into his mouth when he held her tight, hands wandering on the small of her back and nape to press them so succulently close—to possibly even feel his tempo-beating heart. Yumemi knew he could with hers, at least with his captivating attention on her pulse, suckling a pearl-adorned lobe and marking down her clavicle.
"Yumemi." In a voice of such yearning, the blonde had a tremor ring up her spine, and surrendered into the primitive need to enclose what little space was separating them both.
"Hey, I've been thinking about you everyday, you know? Always," she whispered in a secret for two and set herself into sitting position. Knees squirming open, she revealed her damp desire amongst blue-speckled cotton, holding the bunched summer hem with clammy hands. "It's no good, right?"
Munto's gaze flickered to and fro between her quivering chin and juncture, and in a hair-degree nod, he smoothened the goose flesh up her thighs. Her jaw tightened in anticipation to then turn downward when he merely fiddled with the waist lining.
"Show me," he dared, so bold in his answer. "Show me what you have learned."
Her ears burned at this implication, cold nights spent whimpering and quiver-spelled, while confined within his red cloak at her recess memory. Fretful, she turned away, only to be led back to face him. With his thumb lacing the plump flesh of her jutted lip, the monarch began to unfasten her navy collar and tugged the silk tie loose. There was a rasp when her dress was pulled overhead, leaving her bare with only undergarments and white stockings.
Yumemi resisted the urge to cover her budding figure, knowing he had seen all and more, and worked to unhook the straps at her lithe back instead. With a lungful for courage, the top was dropped aside and in the dirt, her nipples pert in the open. She predicted his dislike behind closed lids, but kept herself in the dark to get into said mindset.
Cupping her breasts and squeezing, she worked to mold and pinch at the twin rose tipped mounds until she was writhing. Biting her lip, she took a peek at his heavy eyes and labored breathing, and cascaded down her waist to draw playful circles around his naval, so near her pulsating core. However, she did not give either of them that satisfaction.
"Take this off."
A pointer hooked under the V of his collar and pulled. The leather material was tight and it slung back with a snap, causing her to jump. She squeaked an apology, rubbing the light wound, where he flashed a lazed, cheeky grin.
Biceps flexing off the gravel surface, his waist straightened so she was leveled in their smoldering view. His deft hands worked on the golden pin clasping the caped silk together, draping it off his wide shoulders and removed the low-cut top with little more than a curt grunt.
Both stripped and heaving, she launched around his neck to collide their lips, craving for friction.
Gasping, she exchanged a hitched breath when he mirrored her ministrations with his own steadfast flare, tweaking and kneading, and dipped to massage her nub of sensitive nerves. At the contact, did her pelvis roll for better entry only to be bitterly denied. With whine in frustration, her legs too hefted for a different angle, where he thankfully withdrew the elastic to her knees, parted her petals, and touched her from behind.
"Mmm!"
Petite nails raked into his back for such delicious sensations he conjured, with synchronized chafing on her clit and aroused sex. Her buttocks constricted when he slipped inward, grinding for more, and moaned at his considerate rhythm. She did not falter at the liquidated noises that followed when fully emerged within her fruits.
"That feels so good," the girl smothered against his mane, where he placed open-mouthed kisses on her chest, littered with love-bites. "Another, please."
Gladly, he obliged, nimble fingers pressed within her moist walls, until his palm was firm against her folds. Already with several thrusts, she was on the edge.
"Okay, that's—Don't. I'm almost," she could barely speak coherently as she shook, however her message was understood and he slowed to settle his hands at her waist to sit.
Yumemi required a moment of recuperation; oblivious of the coating she left on his emerald accessory, the green stone cool and smooth against her heat. Lifting her hefty neck, she offered a tender graze on his lips and cradled the monarch's jaw.
"Thank you." He hummed into her shoulder in reply and fondled her nipples, inhaling deeply. Hand at his heart, she began to push him back to recline. "Now you."
"That is not necess—"
"Let me help you!" Placid irises hardened, like their jeweled counterpart, while her tone begged for cooperation, "Trust me, Munto."
A shocked expression overcame his stubborn nature, swallowing, and he reluctantly surrendered into her kindled fire. Despite this, his chin tilted upward in defiance, where there was an edge of uncertainty within ember depths, and it worried her.
"What's wrong? You look flustered."
Heat, which tinted the bridge of his nose, flared, while his gaze narrowed. "How can I say no?"
In cold confession, her hand tracing the pubic line she stared at earlier had jolted back, as if burned. "I'm sorry! If you don't—"
"No, I was just surprised," he grumbled, and led her to the bulge, which ran down his inner-thigh. "I like those eyes."
She suddenly felt exposed without his guidance, gnawing her bottom counterpart, and fumbled with the decorative, golden teardrop tying the pelt in place. Unzipping his pants, she widened the lipped opening, folding it under the entwined silver, and thoughtfully considered how to remove the intricate belt all together.
"Should I…?"
"Leave it be," he growled.
With the redhead's reassurance, she groped the briefs, finding her prize, and released his length, which jutted proudly once freed. There was an affirming exhale when she wrapped a hand around his shaft, mapping the pulsing rivers, and pulled upward. A certain tweak in his cheekbone, which would appear when he was aggravated, made known as she met the tip. He groaned when she rolled the foreskin back, baring the head raw, dewed, and twitching.
"Is this good?" she inquired, and prodded the weeping meatus.
"Yes…!" Liquid heat dribbled down her palm when she continued the pumping motion, once, twice, and with more confidence when his hips bucked halfway. Munto's grip was a vice as she also gave gentle attention to his testicles, voice cracking at the intensity, "Yumemi, you—dammit—that is enough. You have prepared me…! Enough!"
When she released him—he, absolutely frazzled—a prideful zest swelled in her chest, thoughtful on how surprising it was for him to sway between submitting himself completely and keeping his royal status to heart. She found it endearing, in a sense, and exciting all the same with what power she willed over him.
Curious, she gave a lap at the mead remains on her thumb, tasting the thick salt there.
Dazed and eyes half-massed, as if drugged, he rasped, "I am ready when you are."
Intrigued by his obedience to allow her lead, she positioned her balance to remove her underwear and strung the blue article off her ankles. Once steady, two fingers stretched her entrance against his inflamed tip and slowly sunk herself down to fill her wide.
She was a quaking mess whence sheathed; the process slow, at least in allowing her overrun senses to compute in their merging: her name, an ecstatic stutter on his lips, him clutching the soft flesh of her pallid rear, and the buzzing adrenaline in her veins. It all was so overwhelming she may float away from the sensation.
"…Are you all right?" his voice grounded her back, genuine in concern. "Try to relax. We may—"
"It's so deep," she whimpered, her shaken emotions fluctuating, "I've missed this; I've missed you. I-I feel so…"
"I know." He intertwined both of their paired hands, with the feeling so right. "Look. Do you see it? How the connection we share brings our hearts closer together? This place is where it had began."
If she closed her eyes, the back of her conscious would reel a film of memories to her, riding each living moment he experienced like a mental rollercoaster.
There was a watery affirmative choking to where she smiled down at him, tearful, and rocked them gently. When an equable rhythm was set, did she heft higher, dropping, with him meeting her at mid-point. Munto was her crutch when she could not attain enough momentum, bearing her weight on his forearms and pushing off. In a huff, she was required to release one to wrap around her under-swell chest. The angle was close, but their escalating movement caused her bosom to ache.
"Here," his tongue clicked in distaste and cupped the buttermilk mounds to relieve. "Is that better, darling?"
She flushed at the endearment and nodded, "Mm-hmm."
"I see." He took a glance at their joined heat, conceited, and purred, "Do you like when I call you that? Darling."
Another jolt up her spine, and her cheeks were cherry by his suave tone. She did not answer.
"Darling, beloved, my precious Little Dreamer. Which do you prefer?" He was insistent to push her, with her core twitching at each affectionate name. *1
The blonde fumbled in tempo, reddening down her collarbones, as she mumbled into her palm, "Stop, you're embarrassing me."
"Why? Can I not be honest in my truth? You have grown beautifully, Yumemi. These are a quite an example."
At this, did she halt all together; knee fastened closed, and hid her hot face when he mentioned her new bra size. "Oh! Munto, don't say that!" *2
"Now who is flustered?" was his haughty jibe and he gave a playful tweak at a nipple.
Pouting, she managed to wipe that smug grin clean with his most constant demand in their first meeting, "Really! Is that how you treat a lady, Munto-sama?"
Attention highly drawn and inhale clipped, his gape mouth flattened with amber eyes slit and plight, "Of course. Do you not desire my courting?"
Yumemi's banter muted at his veered seriousness, when she leaned forward, adjusting to a new experimentation with his belt as her rein, and resumed bucking. His hands followed downward, back at her curved waist, where the flower-pin tying her locks swayed.
"I want all of you."
A pink tip emerged, peeking as he licked up a pointed canine and the tasteful bit went back into hiding once more. He was right; she liked those eyes too—so intimate and raw in their electric burning.
"As I, you."
Fan lashes brushed closed, so brief in their rest, when he thrust upward into her, skin clapping harder in tempo, until her order was overruled by his dominance. She would gladly give into that submission if she were not so close to spilling.
"Munto, w-wait! But if I—you will—!"
Back arched, she was desperate to not leave him behind, and her nails dug crescents into white-knuckled palms. Between waxed emeralds, she saw he was sternly set on his goal, so perfect in aiming that spot, and soon enough, even her body betrayed her will, brimming at the seams and contorting.
Euphoric bliss sparked behind her eyes, compelled from the overwhelming heat, and released loud from her mouth, "Mun-to! Ah! AHN…!"
When she returned back into her shell, her fists pulling at disheveled bangs loosened and slumped into a boneless heap. Although she could feel his thighs constricting, pulsating within, she was given but a moment to recover.
"Sorry, I finished too early." Yumemi opened her weighed lids, him catching a stray hair between her pursed mouth, and was pulled forward to find herself once again flat on his chest.
"Stop apologizing," the king reproached, a hand squeezing her rear's cheek, and entered her soaking vulva once more in his claiming.
'So fast! You were holding back?'
Her daze buoyed from his quick pace, watching the rock planes lap like a red sea upon capsize, until the base of her crown was yanked hard, snapping her neck upward to bore into his fierce gold.
"Look at me!" he hissed between grit teeth, his gaze more vulnerable than she had expected, with his left to confine her between the nook of his elbow. Oh, how he tried to keep himself in control, pounding deep and frenzied when he was met at tipping point.
"Munto, give me your hand," she said, hovering her palm open in offer and smiled warm, "It's okay, I'm here."
The blur within his resigned vision came into focus, swallowing the lament in his hyperventilating throat, and entwined their laced fingers tight. Once, he was strung like an arrow ready to fly true, twice, with his heart so rapid against her pressed ear, a third, and he thrashed his head back, taking purchase on the granite surface and bellowed an outcry.
"RARH…!"
A final thrust she was struck, his hips shaking in release, the leather chafe upon sweat slick skin ceased, for him to pull out in an instant state of exhaustion with his seed dripping warm on her abused lips.
Both of their shared breathing gradually slowed, lapping upon the onslaught's aftermath, where he thumbed light circles around her shoulder's curve and pivoted to rake tendrils down her spine.
While she etched his content face within her memory, Yumemi wondered if it would always be like this? Would she relentlessly fall each time she got too close? His vibrant sun so memorizing and loyal in its daily turn, she would constantly be drawn into that heat, like moth does a flame. As the legendary Icarus, would he be her beautiful disaster?
Her grip loosened in doubt, only to be clasped back by his right. Peering down from his dozing, he rumbled, "I am not letting you go."
Something about his words scoured her through, gouging her waif insecurities of abandonment and in second-guessing their mutual bonds, and brought them to the surface. The plea for forgiveness was at the tip of her tongue, yet noosed in his previous demand.
Shame on her for not believing in him.
"Me either." Her chin quivered, irises distorting from tears, and placed a passionate kiss upon his rowed knuckles, to withdraw their hold and leveled herself equal with him.
Meek was she to brush away several bangs, tousled, behind a pointed ear. A befallen drop tarnished his solemn expression, rolling to disappear down his chiseled cheek, where he wiped at hers. Yumemi's weight collapsed, pressing her knit forehead against his, and pillowed his neck into her arms. The feeling at her legs was beginning to dissipate, foretelling their reunion's end, and she clutched him like a lifeline.
"Don't—"
Munto jolted with a start, shaken form cold and sheen within the early spring night. A gasp labored behind his pulled mouth, twin suns flickering the scenery to find splayed shadows about the pillared throne room and at the low gibbous peeking beyond the silver-lined cloudbank. He did not need to see the soiled mess upon his dark pants to know of the upcoming shower he required and groaned into his royal seat. Again, he managed to fall asleep here?
The Akuto Doll behind him hummed in question, its massive silver body ready to take guard in possible attack, where he flicked a stand down.
"It is nothing. Just a dream," the Lord of All Magic grumbled to his said audience, well knowing of the malevolent nightmares it has witnessed in the past, and strung through red roots. The yellow-trimmed collar around his neck bent in recline, where in a sigh he lulled his head back to rest upon the finely cut stone. *3
'Just a dream, huh?'
Eyes shut, he envisioned their parting, at the dusk blossomed across her vibrant cheeks when he peck her ring-sealed hand, with his gifted cloak wrapped around her woolen cowl, and bore at her tempting mouth, to then confide within the dream of her befallen tears and hurtful cries.
"Don't forget your promise, okay?" Yes, where the lovers reciprocated signs of romance, to build upon the new future they created, together, knowing he was no longer alone.
Blinking back to the high buttress ceilings, the monarch hefted himself forward, the white cape tailing his movements, to place two elbows upon sitting position. Fisting a hand against his temple, an overwhelming sense of guilt became burdensome as he glared daggers at the moon.
'Letters… When was the last that I had written to her?' *4
Lithe fingers counted from their daily mail to the growing weeks, and he started to sweat. Problematic was he, not able to gain her reply without his magical parchment to teleport above. For all he knew, she likely had dozens waiting to yet send.
'It cannot be. Was the last truly on her name day? But that was last month. Dammit!' There was the taste of iron, which swathed his tongue. Such loathing was he, to cause that twisting loss.
As of late, his days seemed to become a blur, with him appeasing the once eight warring nations and confronting the United Army for reluctant peace terms; not to mention introductions with the Lower World, he had barely any time for himself, or her for that matter.
…Was that enough of an excuse?
He gave a self-rebuking shake for his ignorance, tussling the constant wild in his mane, and open-palmed, slammed the armrest to push off and stand. Determination igniting within golden depths, he vowed to make things right.
Munto's boots clicked forward towards the towering double doors, seething, and did not look back.
'Hold on, Yumemi!'
Meet me at the Kino River's bridge, was what her curled script had requested upon the first day of school.
With a spring in his step, he bid his royal Prophetess farewell before departing, "Ryueri, watch over the Magical Kingdom while I am gone. I have important preparations, which must be met."
Gloved hands bowed upon an aqua-silken waist and her amethyst irises flashed with mischief. "May you have safe travels. Please give Yumemi-san my regards."
"Who said I…?" His pristine stride tapered to a stop, pivoting, and arms akimbo, chided at the woman he called family, "Tsk. I really cannot hide a thing from you, huh?"
"Oh, but of course." There was a knowing smile upon her painted lips. "My foresight is not required to see your happiness, Munto. The two of you deserve a bright future together."
"Yeah, well…" He snuffed the heat from crawling up his nape with a composing cough and popped his black collar whence resuming over to the cliff's edge. "I have a promise to fulfill."
The wind's howl overbore her humble reply; the drop diminishing his precious home in sight and sound, while the town of Kyoto grew as he shot across the azure sky. Brushing off the dew that clung when he pierced through a heavy cumulus, eyes of bullion scanned for his destination amongst pink patches dabbled across the urban horizon; noting how the remaining seven talons of Gntarl's island ship had become habitable through construction—Yumemi mentioned something about community service—and to the snaking body of water. *5
The river was still leveled towards its original structure, beyond the perimeter land chunk, which had been forced out of its natural state due to the Admiral's thoughtful plan towards saving the Heavens. Of course, he and the Union had obtained a harsh earful for the human casualties it had caused.
Skimming over the lofty, floral-shaped beams of Akuto, which now signified the worlds' merging, a tricolored pinpoint caught his attention when he hovered the winding trail and had a degree arise on the corners of his mouth from anticipation. He landed at a distance, for aerial flight was still foreign to the local norm as several passerby gawked up in awe, and nodded to a skittish mother who had scolded her young child for pointing when headed down the dirt path.
His gaze was locked upon the trio whence trekking forward, to the one in particular loyally flanked between girls attired in pink and green, while her pale hair danced by a wind gust. Perhaps he had stared a bit longer than intended from where he stood, and admired the pleasant choir of their laughter—all of which he had fought for—as they squealed over flashing blue dresses.
"Yumemi."
The decorative kousa tying her crown had turned right to hide, revealing a face of bewildered innocence and shining beauty. Quick was she to jump to her feet, never breaking their visual contact, and her childhood friends too reacted towards his expected visit. A fleeing wave of butterflies took root in his stomach when her smile bloomed, her luster gaze so warm as she wrung anxious hands at her inflating chest, that it caused his teeth to ache.
…God, how smitten was he to love her so.
Brief, was her nodded consent towards Ichiko and Suzume, veering back at him with an eager rush, and she launched up the incline distancing them both and into his awaiting arms. With her cream sweater flapping in each step, he caught her haste speed, holding her close, and dangled the girl off the grass with a circling turn. Yumemi's giggle muffled into his shirt, even after the roundabout motion stilled, and he took in her much missed scent.
"Welcome back!" she hiccupped.
Loosening his grasp upon her waist to look up with such adoration, he said, "A King never goes back on his word. I promised that I would return to you."
Thumbing down his scarred cheek, a tear managed to escape from her welled gaze and she nuzzled into his neck once more. "Yes! I'm so glad!"
Their heartfelt reunion was cut short at the brunette's shrill welcoming, "Munto-sama!"
Looking up past her collared shoulder, catseye gold found that the two had hiked over the hill; Suzume waved enthusiastically to him, while Ichiko had a fist propped at her tilted hip.
"Took you long enough!" she snapped, disgruntled.
Gently placing Yumemi down to her feet, he quirked a grin over her protective glower when she clung to his sleeve. "It is good to see you two again." *6
"Humph!" The tomboy crossed her arms with a flared tint at her cheeks, as her brown gaze scurried to the ground. "I guess. As long as Yumemi is happy, that's all that matters."
His peripheral vision caught said blonde to beam in reply.
"Now that we're all together, we can watch the cherry blossoms with everyone!" A bobbing tale made a dash, and she managed to drag her friend despite her petite size. "Let's go, Ichiko! Sacchi and the others are waiting!"
"H-hey! Careful not to trip!" she called out in concern and followed with grass beat soles. "Suzume, wait for me!"
Watching their diminishing figures, Munto peeked down when the pads of her tentative fingers caressed his left. Graciously, he took the invite, and emerald glanced up to meet expectant amber.
"Shall we go?"
"Yes," he gave a curt nod, smiling tender, and under his soaking scrutiny, inquired, "Hey, have you gotten taller by any chance?"
Yumemi simply tossed her head back and bubbled a hearty laugh.
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A/N: My writing style has changed since '13, when in comparison to chapter one, and personally it's not all for the better, but that's the best I have to offer. As a whole, I need to read more, since I feel like my adjectives and sentence structure are quite repetitive. Hopefully the last scene was familiar, for I extended the final clip of the original movie, when Munto returns, along with nods of the updated epilogue from the series.
My possible plan is to write these out of the way and then submit a final 'chapter' with all the finished comics. I'm bad at keeping promises from my writings, though, so it's big if; otherwise they'll be on my profile with purchase links. For that art project, I'm not giving up on, even if I am molasses in my deadlines.
See you soon, friends, and if not, during winter for the first doujinshi premier. Cheers.
— Ari [5.14.15]
*1: Believe me when I say I delve deep into this series. Munto often demands her visual attention, while she begs for answers. I take these interpretations of sight and sound as each of their arousing weaknesses.
*2: Here, I'm trying to transition the art styles a bit more, for there was such a drastic change in her bust size between OVA II and III. I'll do my best to show this gradually in my comic interpretations. She'll become shapelier in later terms too, since this story will be in the time span of two years, after Yumemi is in high school.
*3: Describing a design that was never animated is hard. Here are some examples through the manga and Teacup's lovely commission: tmblr. co/ZE8fixKDrNR_ and fav. me/d8s70ln
*4: Even if a parody, the mention of penpal letters is within the Drama CD: tmblr. co/ZE8fixNm1CQq
*5: Gntarl's ship: tmblr. co/ZE8fixsO9Xqk ; and community service: tmblr. co/ZE8fixdCmBH_
*6: Despite my mixed feelings for the anime finale, I'm keeping it close to the original ending, at least in the sense that he and the girls had met.
