A/n- We've had three mushy little chapters, so I thought I'd post a little bit of a breather. Don't worry, back to the fluff after this!
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Summary: We knew what happened with Yumemi when they touched, but what about the other side?
4. Transference
He didn't know if his reach could satisfy the berth between them. Perhaps she was too late; he did not know.
What the Magical King did know, now, was that looking at her tear streaked face from beyond that thin veil… he needed to touch her.
Needed it as much as the rock behind his shoulders was real. Needed it to sate the growing hunger of the world, eating him from the inside out, consuming his disintegrating body.
Arching away from the flat stone, air stark and cold against his heated back, Munto poured all his strength into extending every last inch of his fingers towards her.
Oh, he needed it…
Her lips moved, breathless, and his name dropped from her parted mouth-
"Munto…"
A shock, a jolt, ran its way down his spine. He winced at the sudden unexpected feeling and turned his expression into a hard mask to cover his surprise.
Chastisement.
How many times did he have to tell her?
And she smiled, uttering his name again, reaching forward to briefly graze his fingertips.
An implosion of sound.
A pinprick of light and noise and with a rushing, rushing- whump- everything exploded outwards.
The air was forced from his lungs
In the haze that enveloped him, he could still barely see her. The energy was propelling her away, and although she had dropped her hand, his arm still reached- still extended- towards her-
She's… leaving you… his mind barely uttered, and for a moment there was the sick emptiness of loss knotted within his chest.
And then her memories came.
They ricochet off the barrier that was breaking between them, flooding Munto's mind to the brim and spilling, sloshing over the sides into every fiber-
She was running, looking towards the sky…
The images were so fast it was making him dizzy. A strangled sound escaped his lips
Drawings of castles that would never look like clouds…
Choking. It was so fast, and yet he felt every minute emotion.
A tiny girl, blonde, crying in the schoolyard, filled with the all consuming despair of youthful misunderstanding…
He was going to be sick from the onslaught of it all.
The shuttering, wavering self-doubt…
He was breaking.
Clover eyes were cast up to the sky but then quickly down again, fear rising like panic…
Breathing felt like dying.
Pink umbrellas, an unending reel of pink umbrellas opening, opening, opening to a bright blue sky- so bright it shone like diamond and hurt to stare at-
When his own vision returned, Munto was surprised to find himself doubled over upon the earth, hands just barely supporting his weight. The last memory, like sand through loosely clasped hands, was sifting through his mind, whitewashed as it faded.
A girl so alone and different, and not understanding why…
A stilted gasp brought much needed oxygen into his lungs, and he realized he was shaking, as if he had been violently sick. He coughed once, twice, curling into himself to rasp into the dirt.
His heartbeat was loud within his ears, and faintly, just faintly- although perhaps it was his imagination- he might have heard hers as well.
Burying his face in his hands, he froze.
Sitting back against the ground, Munto ran his fingertips over the skin upon his cheekbone. They came away wet.
He was-
Rivulets of tears streaked his face.
Angry with himself, embarrassed although there was no one around, Munto quickly rubbed out the salt with the back of his hand.
He was still panting, trying to catch his breath, and he could not staunch the weeping. A groan compressed his lungs as he grappled with clamping down upon Yumemi's feelings.
These were her tears… not his.
But then at the thought of her childlike form, wrapped up in her mother's arms, brought a none-too controlled sob into the shuttering silence, and he knew that he was as fused to it as she was. The thought of her reading his mind brought a cold feeling to rest like sluggish ice within his veins.
He sat like that, bathing in the tide of her, for what seemed like a string of unending moments. Riding upon the emotions that lapped gently at his mind, Munto realized that he was now inexplicably bound to the girl.
It was a mystery if he was frightened of that revelation… or warmed by it.
Shaking still, but no longer crying, he got to his feet, an arm wrapped round his aching stomach.
Over to the left, the Akuto soldier that had once tried to annihilate him was bent on one knee, bowing in new silver glory to its rightful King.
"Right," His voice was cracked, unused and raw with emotion. He coughed.
Time to head back to Heaven
Fin
A/n- you know you read WAY too much Harry Potter when you start trying to use words like dissaparate and obliviate in your writing XD
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