Breaking Pride

By: Personwhowritesandstuff

Chapter Four

It's been precisely two day since the Flonne and Laharl last spoke and tomorrow was Flonne's birthday. Avoiding her was going to be impossible. Laharl's world had recently been turned upside down, he prided his hatred toward love but recently... he was starting to feel it himself. Who was he? An overlord who loves? Demons don't feel love, and he's their king!

Laharl grumbled as he stepped through the portal to his castle, he hated leaving the netherworld. When he arrived at his castle he looked down at the small white box in his hands and searched the room for a prinny. He grabbed the prinny and pushed the box against its chest, "Here! Take this and put it in Flonne's room. Wrap it up and put it on her bed when she leaves for her party."

"Yes Overlord Laharl, dood." The prinny scampered off and Laharl debated if he can really trust a prinny with the task when his thought bubble was popped by a familiar yet dreaded voice.

"Her Prince, what was in the box?"

Laharl jumped, "Damn it Etna! Stop sneaking up on me!"

Etna ignored him and continued in a sing-song voice, "You didn't answer the question."

Laharl walked towards the throne room, "None of your business."

Etna in tow wasn't going to give up so easily, "You want to know what I got her?"

Laharl decided to play dumb, "Got who?"

Etna rolled her eyes, "Flonne you idiot. Come on, don't play dumb."

"What, is it her birthday or something?"

"Yes! Her party is tomorrow," Etna smiled, "and I'm planning it."

"Well this is the first I head of it."

"OK than, why'd you say to the prinny to put your gift to her on her bed after she left for the party?"

Laharl waved her question away, "Bah! You must be hearing things." The two parted and Etna couldn't help wondering what was in the box.

"Let's get this party on, dood!"

The prinny DJ started playing Etna's favorite songs and Laharl couldn't help but be sickened. Laharl stood against the wall and scanned the room, the guests seemed to consist of all of the vassals and Flonne's friends. Etna was massacring the buffet table, Gordan was dancing with Jennifer, and Flonne was talking to a vampire and angel who was wearing way too much pink. He considered going to the buffet table when a certain seraph approached him, "Hello Laharl."

Laharl looked at him and looked away, "What do you want?

"Oh I just wondered why are you here? Shouldn't you be wishing Flonne a happy birthday?"

"Why would I wish the best for a vassal?"

"Oh because you may feel a little more for this vassal."

Laharl looked at the seraph, "And who told you that?"

"A certain red-headed demon." Laharl was about to go jump Etna when Lamington spoke again, "But as you know I see everything and I do have to agree."

Laharl was stopped in his tracks, "I'm the overlord! I do not have feelings for those under me!" and with that he assumed his role as the predator of his prey. When he was in range he chucked a ball of energy at Etna.

Etna shrieked as she tried to put out her flaming tail and Laharl couldn't help but grin, "And let that be a lesson to you."

Etna sighed in relief when she dipped her tail into the punch bowl, "Is someone cranky today?"

"No. That was for committing treason!"

"Oooh, you mean the rumors?"

"Yes! Me and the love freak are not together. I don't feel love!"

"Oh? So you will never have a queen?"

"I never said that. Eventually I will when their is a need for a heir."

"Ok then, who will be your queen?"

"I don't know, I'd like them to blonde, flat-chested, and have nice small but sharp fan-" Laharl stopped realizing Flonne matched the description he was giving.

Etna gave him a sly grin, "Flonne is blonde. Flonne is flat-chested. Flonne has fangs."

"Shut up!"

Etna smiled, "I call being the bridesmaid and godmother."

Laharl scowled but Etna wasn't done, "How about you prince? Whose going to be your best man?"

"I don't know, maybe Kurtis, Thursday, or that red head from Veldime. I think I'd prefer Thursday."

Adell, who was listening was offended, "What? You'd prefer that robot over me?"

Laharl looked at him and spoke in a serious tone, "Thursday makes me quesadillas every Tuesday. Do you make me quesadillas on Tuesdays?"

Adell put his head down in defeat and walked away as a blonde in a poofy dress tried to comfort him. Laharl focused his attention, yet again, at the demon in front of him, "Cut the crap Etna and stop spreading rumors."

"OK but don't you think you are overdue to say happy birthday to Flonne?"

Laharl looked at Flonne who was talking to a skinny guy who was wearing a scarf (probably stole that fashion statement from me) and a girl with snow white hair. Laharl sighed and looked at Etna who was motioning with her hands to go. He made his way to Flonne and grabbed her shoulder, "Hey I have to tell you something."

Floone's face turned scarlet and nodded, they made their way to a nice secluded area and Laharl finally spoke, "OK listen up because I will probably never say this again..." Laharl looked at the floor, "... happy birthday."

Flonne's face brightened and she embraced Laharl, "Oh thank you Laharl! That means so much!"

Laharl, who was being constricted, struggled to get free, "Stop trying to squeeze me to death." He took a moment to compose himself and looked Flonne right in the eyes, "Listen, about what happened on that wal-"

Laharl was interrupted by a large explosion followed by a loud scolding, "Mao! What did I tell you about preforming your experiments in public?"

Etna took this opportunity to tell a prinny to take out the cake. A group of prinnies pushed a cart out into the ballroom, on the cart was a six foot cake covered with blue frosting, it consisted of twelve layers and was decorated with white flowers made of frosting. The cake illuminated the room with 1529 candles and Flonne's eyes grew to the size of plates as she grabbed Laharl's hand and dashed after the cake. The rest of the party seemed to pass by in seconds, Etna gave a toast to Flonne, the guests sang Happy Birthday, much to Laharl's annoyance, and Flonne opened her presents. No one else didn't seem to notice but to Laharl at first Flonne looked excited but as she reached the last of her presents she looked disappointed. Her presents were made up of anime, manga, outfits that for some reason resembled Etna's usual clothes, lingerie from a short blonde kid wearing a stupid bow, and an arsenal of weapons. The party lasted a couple more hours and soon the castle was leaking demons.

Before he knew it, Laharl was sitting on his coffin sorting his thoughts. Why was Flonne disappointed and why did her disappointment give him such an upset feeling? The seraph thinks me and Flonne share something and as much as Laharl would hate to admit, Lamington is a genius. Does he have feelings for her? His thoughts were intruded by a series of knocks on his door.

Laharl opened the door and was greeted by a smile on a familiar angel, "Hi Laharl."

She wore a silk, plain white robe with an oval hole in the back where a pair of red wings protruded from. Laharl's attention was locked on the pendant on her neck, it was identical to the one hidden under his scarf except the jewel on this one was red. Flonne saw where his attention was directed and she hugged Laharl, "Thank you so much for the pendant."

Before Laharl could catch his tongue it spoke, "Your welcome."

Flonne smiled, each day her influences grew stronger on Laharl. Flonne looked at Laharl's coffin and blushed, after what felt like a century decided to ask the question that was on both of their minds, "... Can I join you?"

Laharl's face was a deep crimson, "... I guess."

The coffin was big enough for the two but Flonne didn't look content with sleeping on hard wood, "Couldn't we put a cushion in your coffin?"

Laharl felt like denying her but Flonne's eyes seemed to persuade him otherwise and he sighed, "Fine."

Laharl took of his scarf revealing the pendant Flonne gave him while Flonne got a prinny to get them a cushion and soon the two were laying about two feet away from each other, "Keep your distance."

"Yes Laharl."

Laharl faced away from Flonne, the coffin was warmer than usual ad the cushion wasn't much of an improvement. Due to the two having the powers of a demon, they both could see clearly in the dark and when Laharl fell asleep he was a good distance from Flonne but when he awoke in the middle of the night he found himself in an odd position. His arms were wrapped around her waist, Flonne's tail was coiled around his leg, and his face was buried in Flonne's hair. The two were really close and Laharl could feel Flonne's pulse through her tail. Flonne must have been able to feel Laharl's pulse through his leg because she knew Laharl was awake now, "Laharl?"

Laharl tried to null his heart but his pulse continued to quicken. Flonne turned to face Laharl and she rested both her arms behind Laharl's head. The two stared at each other, their red eyes seemed to glow and embrace each other. After what felt like an eternity, Laharl spoke, "...I love you." The last remains of Laharl's pride, the pride that acted as a barrier between the two, finally was broken. Flonne took the two pendants and held them together and a second after that Laharl and Flonne's lips met and their faces emitted more heat than usual. Surprisingly, it gave Laharl a pleasant feeling, the two kept at this for about two minutes. Flonne broke away and put one of her fingers on Laharl's lips, "About time you finally said that." she said coyly as she pricked his bottom lip with her fang. They rested their foreheads on one another as they fell asleep.

Author's Note: Hey there! This took me long enough but here it is! I plan to work on an epilogue and an Adell X Rozalin fanfic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Disgaea