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Kindred Spirits	By : JuxtaposedWars Category: +M to R > Munto Views: 1796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Yoshiji Kigami's Munto or its characters and gain no profit from its use. This is strictly a fanfiction.

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Kindred Spirits

MuntoxYumemi oneshot.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yoshiji Kigami's Munto or any of its characters and gain no profit from its use. This is strictly a fanfiction.

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Author's Note: Inspired by red-winged-angel's AMV's

In Her Eyes - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JNzD5PJcLSA&list=PL1BE79C310765F0B2&index=14&feature=plpp_video

and

Bang - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ddStYUoS-is&feature=BFa&list=PL1BE79C310765F0B2&lf=plpp_video

Enjoy.

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Six years had passed since her thirteenth year, the day he first touched her. The future they built was a godsend, but nonetheless taking its toll; through the entirety of their diplomatic and political summons, he watched her like hawk when he could. He saw her shy away from the scientists that commended her on her 'discoveries', saw how she felt drained by the endless meetings with foreign leaders, saw how she cried at the words of the ungrateful fools that blame her. He had his entire life to cope with these things and it pained him to see such an ordinary girl be thrown into what he considered this 'dignified hell' in such a short time. Every moment he could see inside her and he knew she could see into him as well.

They both felt it of their own accords, but it was amplified when their spirits, their Akuto, mingled together. He was not afraid to admit it at all: He and Yumemi were more alike than eyes could ever see. The more attention each received, the more out-cast each felt. Yes, there were differences. His world, the Heavens, that had been at war for millennia, was overjoyed to see the Almighty Akuto rebalanced, and to have peace; her Earth, the Lower World of humans, that had lived complacently and lost touch with Akuto, suddenly was combined with an alien world and having to share their divine power that they didn't even know about, and they were politely masking their jealousy and confusion.

At the signing of the treaty between the Earth and the Heavens, Yumemi was appointed Earth's ambassador with the Heavenly countries. He could remember the quiet scoff that fell from his lips. Ambassador? Such a lowly title didn't even scratch the surface of how important his beloved Yumemi is; for gods' sakes, in his kingdom, she was practically worshipped as a messiah. After the Seven Heads of the Heavens and the Presidents and Monarchs of Earth signed the document and declared the day of Akuto, he knew he could finally have his kindred spirit to himself again.

Making his way through the ballroom, the flash a green eye drew him to her. He smiled at his steadfast angel, still wearing his ring around her neck proudly in her lavender evening gown—thoughtfully, he stroked the necklace he bore, the jasper pendant she gave him to keep that first day he took her up into the Heavens. he had given her his cloak before, but for warmth...'unnescessary' gestures were not customary in his world—Ryuley scolded him ceaselessly for giving away the ring of the Magical Kings—still, he could see the intimacy it presented though and thought it to be a symbol of how they were always linked, always near each other even when so distanced.

"Munto!" His name fell from her lips in such relief that it mentally took him aback.

She ran to him and he more than happily opened his arms to catch her.

"Yumemi…" he whispered with a warm smile into her silken hair.

His tanned lips fell chastely upon hers without a second thought. Though most of the Heavenly Beings found it a benign endearment for men to kiss their female friends (even married ones), many human-eyes on fell upon the pair's exchange, with hushed sounds of both adoration and disgust flooding the area, and the reaction made him smile all the more.

"Come." He simply ordered and with a fierce blush riddling her face, she followed, leaving their audience behind them.

Making their way out into the chilled night air, he unclasped his black coat and laid it over her slight shoulders. Blushing even more, the lovely lady struggled to hold the large coat up, finally pulling her arms through the sleeves. As he waited for her to adjust herself, he couldn't help but chuckle at how diminutive she looked in his clothing. Stepping to her side he offered his arm and without hesitation, she took his chivalry in stride.

They tarried through the empty UN courtyard and he could see she was lost in her heavy thoughts again.

"I'm so glad to see you; it's been a long time." Yumemi laughed cheerfully.

"Indeed, too long. How are you, Yumemi?" he asked quietly.

She made a small sound and quickly found her voice. "Everything's great! Suzume and Kazuya are legally married now, Ichiko's having a blast at college and she works at the self-defense school, an—"

"That's not what I asked you." Munto cut in sternly and ceased their walk to look down at her. "Now, Yumemi, how are you?"

Yumemi went quiet and her eyes faltered. His hand came up to lift her chin so she wouldn't look away. "Did I offend you?" he said flatly.

"Of course not! Munto, you're the only one who knows…" she trailed off, trying not to let her eyes water.

He frowned a bit "Then tell me." He ordered; though when speaking to her, it hardly sounded like an order.

"I…it's just…"she stuttered, but not out of fear or embarrassment.

Munto's keen ears turned behind him to hear passerby paying more attention to them than was required. Gingerly, he leaned down to Yumemi's ear and whispered soothingly, "Would you like to talk in the palace? My subjects are respectful of privacy." He laughed.

Yumemi giggled against his jawline and nodded. "Yes, please."

With half-mast eyes and a stoic smile playing on his features, he lead his lady by her hand down the sidewalk away from prying eyes. She noticed that their strolling had quickened slightly, then more, until they were somewhere between speed-walking and jogging, she laughed at the rare glimpses she saw of this carefree Munto and missed them terribly, but as they hurried along she was having difficulty keeping his long coat from getting snagged. Hopping lightly to keep the coat tails off the ground, one of her feet got tangled in the oversized garment and she would have face-planted into the sidewalk, had a familiar set of strong arms not caught her. He scooped her up laughed a little louder than his normal reserve allowed.

"Hold on." He cautioned and leapt skyward.

As the deafening air whipped cold lashings across their faces, they raced toward Japan, where the kingdom of the magicians resided. They soared over the Vienna sky and quickly crossed borders as Munto gained altitude. Budapest, Ukraine, Russia, Kazakhstan, China, the massive countries he learned of all seemed so fleeting in Akuto's wake and banding arches, but he reveled every time Yumemi went wide-eyed at the lights tracing these countries' borders at night. He loved showing her things from a different perspective; not out of pride, but more so because she was always so eager for something others didn't consider normal. What would've been nearly twelve hours on a human 'aircraft,' took him less than three and the floating country was not far.

He felt a shiver come off of Yumemi's back and tightened his hold on her, leaning into her ear as they soared over Kyoto, "Just a little longer. We're almost home."

As much of a home as home could be and he took notice—he felt her spirits lighten every time a trip to his kingdom was offered. Even if she wouldn't see him during her visit, her happiness infected his mind. His musings left him though, as they entered into what this new treaty designated as 'Magician airspace' and he sored towards the palace that both he and the beauty in his arms cherished so much.

Quietly, he landed on the balcony of his chambers, still cradling the young girl in his arms as he climbed down the spiraling vine staircase, settling Yumemi to her feet when they reached the tiled floor below. Offering his hand, a smile warmly graced his features, knowing she wouldn't hesitate to take it, and they moved to the grand falls that rang of familiarity on cold journeys such as this. As they neared the steamy pools, Munto lifted a large cloth off of a rack and draped it over himself and his companion. The manipulation of Akuto clothed them in scant silk—just enough for modesty's sake—leaving their party clothes on the floor beneath their feet.

Shivering, Yumemi was the first to step into the water and used the nobleman's hand for balance, submerging herself.

"Thank you so much." She whispered.

Silent footsteps followed her into the water. "Anything for you." Was his simple reply and sat as close as politeness would allow, feeling the water warm his bones and her emotions begin to ease. "Now, what's troubling you? Tell me."

He watched from the corner of his eye as she bit her lip…he waited until she spoke. "Nothing, really—"

"I have no patience for lies, Yumemi."

She made the slight of a flinch. Her face was riddled with heavy thought. "Do you ever hate the way people treat you differently?"

"Yes." Was the answer he gave, but there was the hint of a question in it and the pause hung long in the air before he continued, "Since I was a child. What have they been saying?"

"Things…people never stop calling my parents' house and Dad had the phones disconnected…some ask me to make them fly…and that day you met my family and kissed me when you left…someone threw rocks at me and my brother…they called me a freak-lover." Her voice was breaking and she lowered her face, hiding herself with her long hair.

"Idoits! Did they hurt you?" he spat, brows furrowing, and his eyes narrowed into dangerous slits.

"No, but they're all so stupid!" Her voiced raised, "And you're not a freak! You're a king and a great man and you're the only one who understands! I hate it! I wish it would stop!"

Feeling her pain well up in his chest, Munto lifted her honey-blonde locks over and behind her ear. She was crying, but it didn't feel like the same kind of crying he'd felt for so many nights. Sinking lower into the water, he drifted his body in the warmth until his head was under her hanging face. He saw her broken eyes, he let her tears stain his half-submerged face, and lifted himself. Their foreheads touched as the king rose up and his advance forced her to lift her head and sit straight up.

His breath came heavy…shakily as they stared at each other. "You shouldn't hide these things from me." the tone came out with frustration and his trademark protectiveness, "Not everyone will understand…and what people don't understand creates fear, anger, blame. It can make monsters out of the best of us…they don't know, so they must be taught. It takes time…likely lifetimes." Though the words rang truth, he felt caged by them, and times when innocence like hers was thrown through the gauntlet made him wish that he didn't have the obligation of being a 'peaceful' man.

She didn't speak and he knew why from the way her jaw was clenched. Gently, he stood up, towering over his dearest friend in the shallow pool, and pulled her into his chest. She wrapped her arms around his waist and let out all of her muffled screams and tears against his tanned skin. He was glad when she didn't stifle herself and let it out, but a question burned in the back of his throat. When her crying came to a dull whimpering, he scooped her up out of the water with ease and stood her on the tile floor in front him, just close enough not to accidently see her. Silently he untied the loose silk cloaking that covered her and let the wet fabric fall to the floor.

He didn't look at her naked figure; nevertheless her arms brushed against his chest as she moved to cover herself. Looking over his shoulder to the drying rack, he reached for a second cloth and wrapped it around Yumemi's petite frame. He rubbed his hands comfortingly up a down her clothed arms before picking her up again, feeling the need to take care of this precious thing he'd been blessed with. He carried her to the large and gnarled hollow in the ancient tree that contained his bed. Pulling aside a curtain of leafy vines, he walked along the old mossy wood to his oversized, burgundy bed and laid his beloved down on the mattress gently.

As he began to leave, Yumemi shot upright, "Munto! Please don't—" She stopped when he turned back to her. He smirked silently as she gawked at his nearly naked body, red hair hanging down dripping, still soaking wet, and he was fairly certain that his bathing cloth was not far from see-through.

He watched as she blushed madly and apologized. "Oh—I'm so sorry! Nevermind!" She squeaked in embarrassment.

Munto chuckled and felt the urge to stay as he was and tease her, but the better of him made him turn and walk through the vine curtain. Unceremoniously tossing his wet garment aside, he plodded along to fetch some clothes. Remembering her blush…the way she looked at him with shock and…longing? He felt his manhood twitch as the heat rose in his gut. Cursing himself quietly, he squeezed his tip, biting his bottom lip, and enduring until the stiffening subsided. He wasn't going to act like a reckless pervert—he didn't want to lose her.

Returning in the usual red leather pants and open white tunic, hair disheveled and barely damp, he heard a breath as he ruffled the vines again; clearing his throat to get Yumemi's attention. Her head lifted to see him at the edge of the hollow opening, a dress draped over his forearms. He stood patiently as she clung to the cloth draping her and padded in bare feet across the moss-cushioned floor to meet him.

"The seamstress made this for you a few months ago." He spoke softly and offered her the dress.

Smiling meekly, she touched the soft, shimmering fabric and the ornate, golden clasps that ran down the front, "Thank you…its beautiful!" she lit up.

Handing her the dress, he let the vines fall again, mumbling, "It pales in comparison, Yumemi…" he barely heard the words he spoke, but from the gasp he heard behind the vines, it was loud enough and to his surprise, she caught the obscure meaning.

He sighed deeply, trying to clear his mind, long ears following the sound of her dressing. He didn't turn until he heard the vines stir. Molten eyes fell upon the lady standing in his presence: her peridot-eyes and milky skin seemed to glow in the moonlight and the glittering, ethereal dress made her something more celestial than any Heavenly Being he'd encountered. He'd be sure to give his seamstress the highest of his gratitude tomorrow. There was magic about her and she was none the wiser. Still, that damned question…

"I feel you cry every night you're away…why don't you call me to you? You know that I'll come…" his eyes burned with some kind of hurt he wished didn't exist.

Yumemi's breath hitched as she struggled with the words. He caught her chin on the tips on his fingers before she could hide her face. " Yumemi…please."

Her eyes went wide as saucers and her lip trembled as she tried to assemble her words. "It's because…because I have to be away…I want…"

He waited, but when no words came, he pressed, "What do you want, Yumemi?"

"Do you ever…miss me, Munto?" a tear rolled down her cheek and was quickly wiped away by his calloused thumb.

He smiled, not hesitating to admit, "Every moment you're not with me."

She sniffled and leaned into his hand. "I don't want to be away from you."

Now it was his turn to gasp a little. Not trusting his judgment, he had to ask her, he had to be sure. "Do you…love me, Yumemi?" he spoke tenderly and clenched his jaw, fearing the worst.

"Yes." She breathed out with nary a second thought.

His stoic, amber eyes seemed to spark with life and he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I love you as well…I found you…and all else be damned, I am yours."

Her eyes went wide and he kissed her, but not like the other times, this was passion, need, yearning, bottled up all of this time, torturing them needlessly, and it had finally been let loose. He braced the nape of her neck and pulled her into him with his strong, lean arms. She gave way and moaned quietly against his caressing lips, clutching his tunic. As he felt her tiny hand move from his chest to tangle in his red hair, his tongue ghosted over her glossed lips and felt her jump in surprise. Stopping, he let Yumemi's peridot gaze bore into him; his shield of regality was down and he genuinely felt afraid…afraid of ruining what they had.

With anyone else this wouldn't be difficult—he'd spent his share of nights with harem girls and could seduce them just as easily as they, he—but this was Yumemi, his dearest friend and the only one he would confide in. She was precious to him and much more important than his selfish urges. Just as he thought they wouldn't go any farther, she went tip-toed and pulled his neck down gently to her lips. Kissing him with urgency, he suddenly felt her tongue mimic his own. He didn't open his eyes passed the tiniest slits, but he could tell she was beet-red and smirked against her mouth, letting his tongue dive into her, tasting her. She tried to raise herself higher into him, and made a noise of frustration.

Breaking their kiss, he hoisted her up by her thighs to wrap around him, and then leaned back against the wood of the ancient tree, devouring her again. He ran fingers teasingly along her neck and back, making her shiver and gasp. She grasped a handful of his feather-light hair and pushed off his hips, for once towering her head over his own as they assaulted each other's mouths. When her delicate fingers caressed his pointed ear, he audibly hissed and gripped tighter on her thigh and back. He moaned and pulled back, parting their lips to look her in the eyes, letting her see the sin flooding into his wicked stare.

He smirked devilishly when the chill running up her spine vibrated his hand. "I've wanted this for so long…" he purred running his nose and mouth from her bust to her chin, getting high on her sweet-salted scent.

"M—Munto…" she gasped, legs curling into him at the sensation of his tongue running along her throat.

He felt the heat boil inside him again and he kissed her eyelids, lips, neck, fingers, any bare part of her that he could find. She rocked against his tightening pants and a deep throaty groan escaped.

They were both panting and he held her hips still, "Make sure you want this, love…" He gave her one last out before he couldn't hold back.

"I want this…to be your wife…please, Munto." she whispered.

There was a long pause as they breathed in each other. "...You will be my wife."

In less than a second, the wind blasted around them as he dashed and laid her down on his bed. She squeaked when she felt the mattress press beneath her and he swallowed her breath, moaning came in his mouth as he clutched her close, consuming her. The Akuto they shared sent ripple after ripple of power through them, skimming her fingers up his shirt and chest created a low rumble in his throat and he moved his hips against her, trying to relieve the pulsating in his loins. The silk of her hair in his fingers, her sweet scent, the clean taste of her skin, the hunger in her kisses, the way she was losing her senses under his hands. It was going to be the death of him and he wanted all of it.

"Mun-to!" she moaned as his hand climbed up her dress to tease her breast.

He lowered his gaze to how her breast peaked against the thin fabric of her dress, kneading and pinching the tender flesh as he went and unhooked the clasps of her glittering clothes. He watched as her modesty barged in, knowing it would, and smiled patiently as he moved her arms away from her bare and blushing chest. She started to writhe when his mouth lowered from her neck and began to suck, nip, and tease her erect peaks. Moaning against her skin, Munto coaxed her legs to spread, letting him arch his hot need against her core. The sounds coming out of her were driving him mad; soon he was slinging his baggy tunic off onto the bed, labored breath flexed his muscles as he hovered over his petite lover, letting her trace and kiss the hard terrain of his chest and stomach.

Shivers quaked through him when she tasted his salty-skin with an uncertain tongue. The way she dug her nails in lightly as he grinded against her had him sounding more like an animal than a king. Cursing himself for wearing leather pants, he unbuckled and kicked the clinging trousers off to who-knows-wear and returned to the virgin eyes and hands beneath him. He froze in ecstasy when a small hand began to touch the throbbing limb between his muscular thighs lightly. She didn't know what to do, but he didn't mind. He wanted her.

His hand moved just as hers did, but with much more knowledge; his body moved out of her reach, he worked his way downward, coating his thumb in the liquid of her core, rubbing calloused fingers over her tiny jewel. The crescendo in her voice was music to him and her heady scent filled his lungs as he kissed and nipped the inside of her thighs. He plunged his finger into her heat and began to work her in and out. His little Yumemi was something new to him now: he knew her urges, her aching wants, but never did he realize that they were for him. Her breaths were becoming shallower and her moans louder as he added two more fingers.

"M-munto, please!" she cried, trying to find purchase in the deep-red blankets beneath her.

He stopped. He locked eyes with her when she realized he was no longer moving, and the words she spoke next turned him into something absolutely wicked.

"Please!" she whimpered so adorably.

That evil smirk was back on his features, "Please what?" he felt her walls twitch and squeeze around his fingers with urgency.

"Please…" she breathed heavily, thinking in the fog, "Please, Lord Munto…take me…" she begged.

The words sent his mind into a frenzy that he was finding hard to control. Pulling her out from under him, he removed his soaking fingers from her and kneeled, seating her on his aching lap.

Holding her flush against him, he purred into her ear, "Yes…m'Lady."

She blushed furiously while he pressed his swollen tip against her entrance, and slowly sank her down, impaling her on his manhood. He moaned loudly at the feeling of stretching her walls so far, as he reached that thin barrier, he kissed her passionately, swallowing her cries as he thrust upward. It took everything he had not to move against her clenching sheath. He refused to let go of her lips and rubbed his hands along her back and legs while dominating her thoughts with his tongue and fingers. He focused that way until he felt her lift and buck on his lap.

Groaning breathily against her, tickling her face with his long lashes and eyebrows, he cradled her legs in his hands and began to thrust upwards into her wet warmth. She gasped, clinging to him as he stroked her and filled her up—all the while their power, their emotions, their kinship flooded each other's minds in a blur that only grew the faster that Munto worked into her heat. He paused to lay her down gently, wedging his legs underneath and lifting her legs up to his shoulders. He plunged in her and continued picking up pace, pounding deeper, stronger.

He listened to her pants and squeals, and felt like he'd been drugged with her scent. Refusing to close his eyes, he stared as she arched her back and began to quake under and around him, her moans turning into screams of lost control. He leaned himself down to her, letting one shaking leg drop and curl around him while the other bent to her chest. He reached to cradle the back of her blonde hair in his hand as his pounding became more erratic and urgent. Her voice lost itself into a silent scream and he felt her toes curl while he dove into her incessantly.

As he was losing his restraint, he caught a glimpse his gold ring bouncing against her chest and felt his muscles tighten. Just before he lost himself, Munto pulled out of the hyperventilating girl and stroked his penis as he tensed. Suddenly he looked down to see Yumemi pulling his hand away and replacing it with her own, stroking him at a feverish pace. He braced his arms on either side of her, trying to keep his balance as his skull lulled in low and lusty panting. He collapsed unto his elbows and scooped his arms underneath her slight frame.

With one last stroke of her hand, he thrusted forward into her palm, releasing himself on her belly and moaned long and loud against her forehead. He paused to come back to reality, pushing off to the side of her and grabbing his discarded tunic. Half-alive, he leaned over Yumemi and wiped his stain off of her with his clothing. As clean as he could manage, he tossed the used garment aside and planted a chaste kiss on her panting stomach, her whimpering lips, her blushing forehead, and stared at her sleep conquered eyes, closed and satisfied.

He sat up and looked around, making sure he had memory of his grand bedroom. Glancing up, he watched the candles on the wrought-iron sconces flicker…to the side table carved from the tree's trunk…to the beautiful angel lying blissfully oblivious behind him. Feeling a second wind coming into him, he walked to the side table and fiddled with the ceramic burner that he inherited from his mother—he pulled a candle from a nearby sconce and lit the charcoal in the burner, spooning lavender oil and frankincense from a bowl onto the coal and sealing it. As the smoke curled through the lid, he heard a cough from the end of the bed. Taking hold of a goblet and pitcher, he poured out water and threw back the covers before making his way to Yumemi.

Looming over his angel's half-lidded figure, he watched her smile up at him and he scooped her into his arms again, carrying her languid body to the head of his large bed. Tenderly he laid her down on the sheets and passed her the goblet he poured. He stared at the smoking incense while she drank her fill. Her arms slithered around his chest and she passed the goblet back; he eased his own parched throat and turned back to her, laying himself down and slinging the burgundy blankets unceremoniously over them both...he kissed her lightly again as he held her close. Throwing out a small blast of Akuto, the candles flickered out, leaving them covered in darkness.

"I love you." Fell from his lips as he kissed her one last time.

She kissed back and buried her face in his protective arms. "I love you too."
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