When two hearts are meant for each other, no distance is too far, no time is too long, and no love can break them apart.
Acrid smoke filled Oikawa's lungs as he stumbled into the rubble-filled chaos of the hall toward the main hall. He had to find Prince Imaizumi, make sure he was alright. He cursed under his breath. That damned Prince Ushijima from the neighboring kingdom of Shiratorizawa had betrayed the terms of the treaty and attacked in this time of armistice. He felt the ground rumble underneath him. Oikawa suspected that the attacking mages had released another volley of fireballs.
"Imaizumi! Prince Imaizumi!" His voice was hoarse as he turned the corner. The Prince was a fighter and would not tolerate seeing his house under attack. He feared that Imaizumi was out in the field, challenging Shiratorizawa's army personally.
"Oikawa?" he heard a feeble voice call. He ran towards the sound, a faint hope in his heart that it was Imaizumi.
"I'm here!" he cried out. He coughed, choking on the smoke filling the besieged castle. He dropped to his knees and started crawling towards the noise. "I'm here," he repeated, his voice fading into the chaos of the situation. He felt himself bump into something-no, someone. "Imaizumi!"
"Yes, yes, what?"
Oikawa smiled. He had found his Prince. He threw his arms around him. "Thank the gods you're alright." He coughed, the bitter smell of the gas lingering on his tongue. "We've gotta get out of here. Come this way, there's a path-"
"Not until I make sure my subjects are out as well." Dammit, he was stubborn. So stubbornly good to people.
"It'll go faster if I help you," Oikawa decided, pulling himself up.
"You're a civilian too."
"I'm a Mage. I think that makes me a little stronger than you."
"Feh. Be that way." Despite the irritated words, Oikawa could hear gratitude. Silly Iwaizumi, always so unwilling to show affection.
The two went together, Oikawa with his life-detective spell speeding up the search. The ground rumbled under their feet, the tremors getting stronger. Ushijima was getting closer. Together they found Kunimi, Kindaichi, and the rest of the serfs in the castle, ushering them quickly to the secret passage under the castle.
"You next," Iwaizumi insisted.
"And where the hell do you think you're going?" Despite the very likely potential of death hanging above their heads, Oikawa took the time to be offended properly, arms akimbo and hip cocked to the side slightly. Rude and arrogant as the gesture was, it was the only appropriate response, in his opinion.
"You need to get out of here."
"I'm not leaving you."
"Dammit, Oikawa, can't you see that I'm doing this because I love you!" In that moment, fireballs cascading unto the palace, earthquakes rumbling under their feet, screams of people fleeing the castle echoing outside, Oikawa wanted nothing more than to reach out to his prince and kiss him. Long story short, the two were in love, knew of each others' feelings, and never once said anything about them. It wasn't proper, not for their rank or at any private moment. But now, with the world crashing down around them, it seemed right.
"And I'm doing this because I love you too. I'm not leaving you," he insisted back. He heard a sharp crack echo from another part of the castle. "Shit, Ushijima broke through. We don't have much time."
"I just want you to be safe," Iwaizumi admitted softly, his eyes averted. It seemed wrong for their relationship to progress so much in these few seconds, but a few seconds was all they had.
"And I want you to depend on me," Oikawa replied. He gently touched the prince's arm, yet another break in class roles. He leaned forward, and amid the sounds of a battlefield,
kissed Iwaizumi gently. They couldn't happen, not here, not now, not the way things were, and they both knew it.
Iwaizumi broke the kiss first, turning towards the entrance. "He's here. I have to challenge him."
"Even if you survive-"
"After I survive," Iwaizumi corrected.
"We can't... I mean... it wouldn't be proper."
"I know."
"Let me bind my soul to yours."
"I-what?"
"So that through all times, all places, all reincarnations I will always find you until we can happily be together."
"Oikawa-"
"There you are." Iwaizumi felt his blood curdle. "The little prince and his magic bitch too."
"King Ushijima," Iwaizumi replied calmly. It was completely unlike the hot-tempered Iwaizumi that playfully batted at Oikawa's more-than-amicable gestures. This was Prince Iwaizumi, true heir to the throne of Seijoh.
"Take the mage," Ushijima insisted. "He's still useful."
Iwaizumi said nothing, stepping in front of Oikawa between him and the demon prince before them. "As fucking if I'd let you have him."
"Disgusting," Ushijima sneered, his lip curling distastefully. "You and your emotions aren't fit to be king." He broke eye contact with Iwaizumi for a moment, laying his eyes on Oikawa. Almost faster than the eye could perceive, something shot out of his arm at him. It impaled with a satisfying thunk.
"MY LORD!" Oikawa cried as Iwaizumi dropped to the ground. Oikawa followed suit, his hands gently palpating the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. He tore off some of his cloak, scrabbling to wrap the wound. He could feel blood seeping through, staining his fingertips. He muttered hurriedly a healing spell, but the dancing threads of gold light were too slow, too late.
"Do it," Iwaizumi croaked out. His voice was feeble, almost unheard. Oikawa nodded slightly, pressing his forehead to Iwaizumi's knuckles. His voice grew stronger as he spat out the spell, words that he needed to say, words that couldn't be said in this lifetime.
"It is done, my lord," he finally said, the spell coming to an end. No response. He was already dead.
"What's done, mage?" Ushijima replied in his place.
Oikawa felt bile burn in his throat. "You, bitch." He spoke one last word, bringing the castle down around all of them. He died, his body thrown over the last prince of Seijoh. It was done..
I have a few chapters written from... like Christmas or something. Just breaking it up for cross-posting.