dreaming
yuuri stumbled along darkness. well, he was used to that, but in his sleeping state there was no one to catch him. he was all used to this dream, stuck in a loop simply endlessly running as he felt some strange object thump against his chest. the coolness of it felt somewhat nostalgic, he could only guess it was some form of necklace (amulet probably).
he ran and ran till his lungs begged for sweet air, his young feeble body convulsing for oxygen. all the while people spoke behind him mostly in unison "his majesty" "the maou" "forbidden boxes" "evil". it was too much for the young boy to take. why did he have to have these nightmares? it was times like these yuuri was glad he couldn't see what could only be monsters lurking in the dark.
about to wail he heard a soft voice, "why are you frightened my other self"? he panted and clung to the gown of the strange women who always came to save him in those times. he couldn't help but think she must have had the same effect on others. positioning his head on her bosom he yearned for the sound of her heartbeat, and breathing. he felt the soothing stroke of soft hands on his matted crown.
"shh shh, my king" yuuri cringed at that phrase. kings were suppose to be regal and strong, he didn't want to be called something he knew he could never become. "i think it is time i enlighten you to the reason of your unlucky existence"...
yuuri's eyes widened. "i-i'm not unlucky.. sniff, i'd rather you hate me and spit on me than pity me and believe my life is sad.. i am a person too miss.. i still have pride." the reply he heard forced him to crawl on her beckoning lap and cling closer to her soaked clothing. " it seems all we humans have is our petty pride my dear,.. i will tell you all; please forgive me i have to test you first."
yuuri was silent. "would you believe me if i said there is a place where people fight simply because they were taught to. family divided simply out of difference of blood." cringing he was reminded of his brother shori. the only one who loved him. even though his birth brought so much despair to him. with that yuuri wept.. hard.
he wept for his mother.. for his brother.. and for who ever had to fight. and with that he felt the lady's tightening of embrace. "those who are brave enough to show their weakness, and have compassion towards people they don't even know are truly the most worthy to lead; you will make a great man". and with that she kissed him on the temple.
and yuuri screamed.
ten years later
to say yuuri shibuya was a great kid would be an understatement. top of his class, sports (not to mention the ladies… wink wink…). but he had a secret. well, actually three. number one: he was blind. number two: his mother and father both died when he was young , one from giving birth and the other from suicide (let's not go down that road). number three: he had the memory of the maou of a far off world. that's right yuuri shibuya had regained his memories. forcing him to take action. if he was given a redo he was going to do it right. he was going to rule the unsuspecting kingdom with grace, save the boxes, and make a certain knight smile a true smile.
with that he smirked. yuuri was more competent than ever. sure he woke up every night dripping in sweat from painful memories and the guilt he had ruined his brother's and families life; but he wouldn't let his selfishness get in the way of his reign. yuuri had goals. big ones.
and with that yuuri winded through the crowds by vibrations through the ground, felt the ramp and led himself up the stairs. today was the day. he could hear murata negotiating with brutes. yuuri rolled up his sleeves bubbling with childish excitement he hadn't felt in a long long time.
"don't you guys think you should pick on someone more your type, afterall the zoo is thataway"...
to be continued….