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#a world where i kaname get to wake up and rejoin the world and get to finally be an idol
gigolohifumi · 2 years
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the younger brother, except he woke up
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juniperstreet · 7 years
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gyoutai role reversal pt 3
For @unicornmagic
Gyousou/Taiki role reversal AU featuring Kirin!Gyousou and Ruler!Taiki in a 12K/Robin McKinley’s Pegasus fusion world
Part 1, Part 2
Enter Gyousou
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Kaname blinked his eyes and found himself back in the Forest of the Kirin. The memory had been so vivid he had entirely forgotten the present. The red kirin stepped back to circle around him a few times before rejoining her place in the herd. Had the kirin been able to see his memories? What would they think of him if they had?
Worryingly more than one kirin started to come his way. Kirin with milky coats, golden coats, with eyes the color of gemstones. They reminded him of Youran, but they were not her. They nudged his sides and back, Kaname was puzzled as to what they wanted him to do. More sparks appeared and this time they settled on his skin until he was nearly covered in the magic. There was the sensation of falling, the kind one gets just before they drop into a deep sleep, and-
Rather than being submerged in a single memory Kaname saw a host of them dance around the corners of his mind. The overall effect could only be likened to entering a room where all the art was on the screens and one had to walk around slowly to make sense of them, but one could never see all the pictures at once. Perhaps kirin could make sense of it even if he could not.
Youran was there in his memory, quietly joking with the Queen when it was only the three of them in her chambers. Great Aunt, the Queen, had a sly sense of humor that always surprised Kaname because she was so dignified. How it could be barely a year since their loss and feel as though it were both decades ago and only yesterday?
General Risai and Lieutenant Gouran were also present albeit older and more scarred than when he first met them. The last thing they said to him was that they were looking forward to attending his coronation. A mix of courtiers and distant cousins hovered at the fringes, Kaname tried very hard to love them all or at the very least find something to admire about them. It helped that the late Queen had many years to shape her court and while most of the court seemed to like Kaname he thought they would probably prefer someone else to be king. Lady Gyokuyo and the priestesses Youka and Teiei appeared on the screens of memory, how could they not? How they tended to him in the weeks after General Risai brought that fateful summons. No demon had been found within him, but the temple inhabitants doted on Kaname as if he were their own. They had told Risai in no uncertain terms that if the Queen found him wanting as an heir he would always have a home with them.  
And then there was Sanshi. A priestess, though not entirely human, who’d been given leave to become Kaname’s bodyguard and never wavered in her duties. She had some creature blood in her, demon or kirin or something else, but it was indelicate to speak of.
There were other people and events in the gallery of his mind, but before Kaname could examine it all he jolted back to himself.
Suddenly there was a scuffle in the herd. No longer were they ringed around Kaname in an orderly fashion. The kirin were in something of a commotion not unlike a Council meeting gone unruly. Though Kaname could not hear any voices they did whinny, snort, and huff in punctuation to what he assumed were telepathic conversations. The kirin formed groups and pairs and wandered over to one another before breaking away again.
They are angry, he thought. They have realized our kingdom has sent yet another unfit heir and are quarreling over what to do. Never in history had there been eight unsuccessful candidates in a row. He choked down bile remembering how one of his rejected cousins described what kirin used to do to the exceptionally unworthy.
“Drive their horns through the candidate’s heart,” cousin Rei shuddered through his own explanation. “They say it was to keep the kingdom from having too many malcontent royals around to start a civil war. Of course the treaty was amended so that they only drive out the candidate from the forest. They haven’t killed anyone in a century. I’m glad I was only the second to be thrown out. I’d worry that they’re starting to lose patience with our royal family.”
Perhaps the horn wouldn’t hurt if they did it quickly.
Then from out of the midst of kirin came the most striking one of all. Stately, was the word that came to mind. If the kirin had a king then this magnificent one could only be he. His coat was midnight black with a steel-blue mane and red eyes. Not the eyes of demons or monsters, no these were warm like carnelians in a crown. Kaname wondered why he hadn’t noticed him before for he was so large and regal how could he ever be overlooked?
Closer and closer the kingly one stepped and Kaname forgot how to breathe.
Just as the black kirin was a mere horn’s length away a pale kirin whinnied and charged at the black kirin. They locked horns and gnashed their teeth. At least that’s as much as Kaname could stand to see as he cried out, “Please do not fight on account of me! Please stop! I accept it if you have judged me unsuitable, but you mustn’t fight each other!”
The fog that had his thoughts earlier had all but dissipated now. His mind never felt clearer when he realized acutely the black unicorn was bleeding from an ugly gash on his - it had to be a he of that Kaname felt certain - face. He rushed forward heedless of the danger and careless of etiquette to check the would.  “I’m ever so sorry, lord kirin. Oh, this ritual-! I haven’t any robes to make you a bandage.”
Had it been his horse Kaname would have kissed his muzzle without a second thought, but a kirin was a noble personage so Kaname limited himself to stroking the black kirin’s forehead. “And I’m sorry for you too,” Kaname told the pale kirin, who was uninjured from what he could see. “It’s unpleasant to fight with your kin. I can only imagine you were doing what you believed to be correct.”
The black kirin sniffed and Kaname turned his attention back to the wound. Usually the mere sight of blood turned Kaname’s stomach, upon a few notable occasions he had even fainted after visiting wounded soldiers. Now Kaname felt his heart clench and wished for Risai’s little kit with the needles and bandages so he could put this to rights. “It doesn’t look too deep, but I know it must hurt. You’re so strong you can probably endure it better than anyone, yet it grieves me that you are in pain. Oh, lord kirin what can I do for you?”
More snuffling and stamping from the other kirin. Kaname was resigned to the fact that they were likely displeased with him. He couldn’t recall any instance in the history books where the herd fought during the ritual. On the other hand there were few firsthand reports with any kind of clarity or detail. Even Great Aunt Kouko had said the entire ordeal was as a dream one fights to remember upon waking.
The black kirin’s horn shimmered the color of moonlight and began lighting up slowly until it was the brightest thing in the clearing. All the other kirins’ horns began to glow though none of them came close to the black kirin’s incandescence. Kaname could now see that there were not dozens of kirin in the herd, but indeed several hundred. There were more than just the clearing could hold, they were in forest as well. It was dizzying to contemplate that the whole of their race might be present and not just their nobles or elders.
Something happened. The ringing of a crystal bell, a sudden perfumed breeze, the taste of summer fruit, a cacophony of sensations swept over Kaname and his knees buckled. Only his untowardly tight grip on the black kirin’s mane kept him upright. When Kaname opened his eyes the other kirin had vanished. He was alone with the black kirin.
“Oh, you’ve been healed! Thank goodness!” Kaname traced where the gash had been with his fingers until he remembered his manners. “I do apologize. I shouldn’t have touched you so. Or held your mane without permission.”
Then it occurred to Kaname: the rite was over. He had been chosen. Chosen by this king amongst kirin.
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