A Munto Fanfiction: Shy © RedWingedAngel002
Disclaimer: Munto; Sora o Miageru Shōjo no Hitomi ni Utsuru Sekai © Kyoto Animation; Yoshiji Kigami and Tomoe Aratani
Genre: Romance
Summary: "I have a request. I am going to kiss you."


A/N: Consider this a filler, set a few weeks before the beginning of Soft Spot. Please enjoy!
Here's another gift inspired by: Autunno / AutumnJolene's King and Queen (Howl).


Songs: Heart On by: Celldweller


Japanese Index:
None.


"Talking."
'Thinking.'
Memories/Flashbacks.


One-Shot: Request

An exhausted sigh escaped him, while the roar of the waterfall filled his pointed ears and he leaned back on resting palms.

Between the whirlwind of fixing the destruction of Gntarl's Island Fortress, making amends with Japan's Prime Minister on said destruction in Kyoto and the overall explanations of their existence, and organizing the mess to his own government was still in the works—all while in a new relationship, was what the Lord of All Magic had to juggle these past four months.

The other Heavenly royals were persistent to meet their savior, she who rescued them as a light of hope in their darkest times: Yumemi Hidaka, who was also his partner in secret. No one knew, aside his island's loyal subjects and her family and close circle of friends.

In the upcoming weeks, the Kings of Shozet, Ranay, Lookon, Shainan, and Queen of Enda would travel across their seas onto his territory at the Magical Kingdom. The recently deceased Kings of Ond and Hologuze were still in vote of their new monarch, since neither had heirs to step forward to take the responsibility, and that role of power fell onto their respective United Army Elder. *1

Yumemi had to be prepared accordingly.

She had no experience of the royal court, besides what was seen through his memories, and they have been practicing these handful of visits after her school hours—fixing her stance, how she presented herself, and the sureness of her few spoken lines, in thanks.

He knew she could do it. His belief in her had no bounds.

However, today she looked tired, and he decided to cut the practice time short to leisure to her liking, now that his kingdom was rebuilt to how he wanted to show off and flaunt. They could have gone anywhere, and she chose somewhere familiar, to the Gardens.

There were very rare moments where he and Yumemi had time alone together, and he grasped them like a starving man, which was ironic, for he was one not needed to eat.

"So, where did you put the bed I was sleeping in from before? It's no longer in that bush. I checked," she pointed behind her, to where they sat on a picnic blanket near the watering hole. "Did it disappear into stardust, back to the Akuto?"

"No," he chuckled at her admitting to look when out of his sight, "It is in your guestroom, if you need a place to sleep."

He would never speak aloud that he actually used the bed the day of their separation. Too much was to come, with too many demanding his attention, and he needed a moment to cut off from it all. They would come knocking at his door. Excluding the restless nights taken place for over a year, he nearly died twice that day before, and the physical stresses of keeping their bond stable between worlds hit him like a truck.

Her scent lingered on the pillow and sheets resulted him sleeping in too late the following day, which caused an uproar panic—for their King was late for a meeting and missing? The blasphemy.

He swore Rui grew a few more white hairs on his pretty blue head.

"I have a guestroom?!" Yumemi squealed.

"Of course you do. I am not going to have you sleep on the floor, silly girl."

Although he would not be against her sleeping in his room… He shook away the lewd thought.

"Why didn't you tell me? I want to see!"

His mouth tweaked up a degree. Her absolute happiness was what he cherished.

"Where did you dress up in that today?" he gestured towards the pink gown she was wearing, which was a replica of what had been torn to shreds that Christmas Day.

"…A guestroom," she straightened with the realization, "Which is mine?!"

"Heh. For now," he nodded to confirm. "I want to design one to your liking."

"Aww, Munto…!" She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "Thank you! I love you!"

It was as if his heart had grown five times its size every time she said that, and he held her close, unable to mask away the stupid grin on his face.

"I love you, too, my dreamer," his nose nuzzled into her braided hair, taking in her vanilla scent, and bid a chase kiss on her exposed shoulder when parting. "Anything to keep my girl happy."

She laughed, with her chime like bells—a sound he wanted to hear constantly, in all his power.

They lingered to fall away from their touch, and gazing adored into her luster emerald, he leaned forward to capture her mouth in his. He felt her chest expand and sigh in delight, the grip tightening on his black crop-top jacket, and he pulled back when the nagging temptation became too difficult to ward off.

Blushing, she broke their intense eye contact and gave him his boundary to nibble more on the grown fruit delectable, made specifically for her and their human guests.

The tart taste lingered on his swept lip.

"The dress looks nice on you. I did not say before," he praised.

"Oh! Thank you. I was really happy to get it as a present again." She fiddled with the frilled hem at her peeking thigh. "It's very pretty. I look like a flower." *2

"You are more than pretty, Yumemi," he groused, causing her to flush brighter.

The girl bit her bottom lip in a sense of longing, which he noticed, and he looked away with his thoughts running.

Did he misinterpret the gesture? Did she want to—?

No, of course not. Do not be ridiculous.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She scooted to him, up in his personal space, and rested her left wrist and chin on his shoulder pad. "You're all red—your favorite color. Could it be? Are you being shy?"

Was she so comfortable to jest him? Did she even know who he was? What he was capable of?

"'s nothing. Lay off," he nudged her prying.

Her gleeful gasp was adorable as it was annoying and she reeled in, twisting to try squeeze around his hiding.

"No, I want to see your shy face! You're always such a grump! Let me see! Please?" she begged, yet was more of a demand, with her admirable determination unfaltering. "Come on, I won't tell anyone! It'll be our secret!"

"Yumemi! Quit it!" he warned and waved her off. "Enough!"

Pesky girl. She was not listening

With sudden mind over matter, soldier skills flipped them both over and had her pinned underneath. His hand cushioned the throttle under her neck when she squeaked from the jarring. He was breathing heavy. She had her way with him, in more than one alternative.

"Give me my space when I ask for it!" he growled. "I promise I will let you in, in my own time."

"I know. It's just fun to rile you up." Both slim pointer and thumbs pinched his dusted cheeks.

"I am not a joke—!" he snapped, with his pride shoving in rebuttal.

"I'm sorry." Round nails grazed his earlobes, sincere in saying, "I know we have our pace. I shouldn't have pushed you…"

His nostrils huffed in satisfaction of her apology.

"What were you hiding, though? Tell me?" She smiled without an inch of fear. "Please?"

How can she be so trusting? How could he be so wanting of that trust?

Heightened gold danced across her lightly freckled face and that same blush burned at the bridge of his nose. The splayed hands balancing his weight clenched into two fists.

"There are… certain things I want to share with you," he confessed with stilted hesitation. "Things that may be frightening if not treated delicately. I do not want to scare you off. You are too precious to let such desires break our bond."

"Pfft! You do not scare me, Munto. I know everything about you," she reassured, and she brushed a stray red strand into place.

"Yet this is—"

"If you are talking about the birds and the bees, I already know about that. We learned it in fifth grade. You should know," she tipped her nose up, sniffing smug. "And I've had the uncomfortable stares on the train before, too. I can recognize when a guy is ogling. I know I'm innocent, but I'm not that innocent."

"I am not og—!" His defense turned into confusion, as he reeled through her memories to understand her jargon, "The birds and the what—?"

The King then burst out laughing.

"You can simply say sex, Yumemi! The earth will not swallow you whole in doing so!" he snickered with good humor.

"Ah-hah! So I was right!" her fingers snapped, pointing triumphant. "So you were thinking of something perverted!"

That shut up him real quick, realizing she did catch him in the act.

"Yeah, well…" Bullion scurried away, ashamed. "I am a man, so…"

"Alright, Mr. Manly Man," her voice dipped an octave to tease, egging on, "Are you going to spill the beans to me or not?"

"Shut up, you." A thick brow lifted, eyeing her in speculation. "When did you get so forward?"

"When did you get so shy?" She batted her lashes flirtatiously.

Touché.

Munto's playfulness dimmed and his thumb trailed the plump flesh of her pink lip.

"I have a request. I am going to kiss you—"

"Yes, I like it when we kiss—"

"I am going to kiss you," he repeated a bit more firm for the interruption, "And I want you to open your mouth. I want a taste."

Closing her eyes, she did as told earlier than command and relaxed her jaw, with her tongue peeking slightly in waiting. Her heady blush contradicted with her swaying confidence.

Swallowing thick, he went utterly still and bated his breath. All buzzing thoughts turned sluggish, while heat zipped down his loins and he felt himself twitch in excitement.

That was not part of the plan. Then again, falling in love with the Girl of Destiny was also not part of the original plan, either.

Giving into the offered temptation, his right gently grazed the glossed tip and marveled how smooth and wet she was under the pad. Taking a bold step forward, he pushed in slightly to the flat surface and she opened wider.

Long lashes fluttered to reveal dark pupils ringed in emerald green. It was a new sight. He liked such eyes.

Her breathing hitched, and suddenly she started heaving with giggles. His finger flew back, as if burned.

"Sorry!" She turned away and wiped her dribbling mouth. "I can't! That tickles!"

Shit. His heart could not have been beating quicker than it was, and his pressed at his thundering chest for a moment of composure.

"Damn, girl! Do not scare me like that! I thought I choked you!" he exclaimed.

"I'm sorry!" She continued her laughing fit. "You really are cute when you're embarrassed!"

"Tsk! How can you call the great Lord of All Magic cute?"

"Because you are!" she said as if that was all that needed to be explained, and gushed, "I love seeing different sides of you. You don't have to be so stoic around me, silly!"

Once they both tapered their bickering, he dawned and was moved by her own special encouragement and acceptance; his calloused hands cradled her jaw and curled around the back of her neck, to the beginning fringe line of silken blonde locks.

"I am going to kiss you…" his bass lowered, heated, and bumped their foreheads.

"M-hmm." She bit her smile again, taking a breath for courage. "Please do."

Yumemi closed her eyes and let him into her warmth, joining together from above.


A/N: The cuties are being cute. Thank you for reading. (*ˊ3ˋ*)

—Ari [3.13.22]


*1: A bit more info and headcanons, in regards to the other Heavenly royals: [redwingedangel002_._tumblr_._com/post/678127112465661952]
*2: Munto's gift as part of the epilogue closing: [tmblr_._co/ZE8fixdCmBH_]