AN: Ah! Thank you so much for the reviews and continued interest in this story! Truth be told, I was originally going to write the whole basement scene differently at first but I honestly like it a whole lot more the way it did come out.
Gracias por los comentarios en español. Lo siento, no siempre respondo porque mi escritura en español es muy mala, pero! Sí las leo y me alegra saber que mi historia se puede disfrutar, incluso si está en inglés!
Note: Seeing as how I'm trying to stick to short chapters, I'm going to try my best to update this story with at least 2 chapters per update. Possibly 3 if I can (but those might be rare.)
Happy reading~ :D
I Hate Myself For Doing This
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Katsuki tightly clutched Ochako to his chest as he made his way towards the front of the Todoroki manor. His legs were wobbly as he willed his body to hold off until he could get them both the hell out of this place.
As he made his way out, carrying his beloved in his arms – he paused when he saw Shouto standing by the entrance. The asshole was waiting for him.
Oh, did he have some choice words for his cousin.
"We had a blood oath" he slowly begins, gulping to wet his sore throat, "WE HAD A FUCKIN' BLOOD OATH!" he yells out once he's found his voice.
"I want to help you but I also have my own dilemma to deal with" Shouto defends himself, frowning at the state of his cousin, "I'm trying to get out of a loveless arranged marriage" he calmly explains, "but I won't stop you from leaving. Get Ochako home first, we can talk later"
Katsuki was furious but not stupid.
Exhausted as he's feeling, he knew Shouto had a point and said nothing as the dual-tone male escorted him towards his family's limo that was already waiting outside. Katsuki handed Ochako over to Shouto for a second so that he could sit first. Then Shouto gently helped place Ochako's head on Katsuki's lap as he bid them a good night knowing that nothing about this night had been good for them.
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The blond could barely think as he fought his fangs from coming out. Ochako's wound had instantly closed by itself but the dried blood that streamed down her arm and the blood streaks that lingered on his body remained – reminding him of the way he weakly gave into his inner monster, the one that felt like it was on death's door with an inane need to feed.
Ochako's blood would always be dangerous to him. Not just because of her being his betrothed but because of what she is.
He told the limo driver to stop in front of the girl's home as he struggled to get out with her in his shaky arms. But somehow, he managed without help as he rung the doorbell and waited for her parents to open.
On cue, her mother opened the door with a smile on her face until the sight in front of her registered in her head. Katsuki's mouth, neck, and bare chest were streaked in dried blood with self-inflicted scratch marks.
"Aun… Auntie…" his eyes begin to water as he croaked, "I failed! I couldn't fuckin' protect her!" he bared his fangs, grinding his teeth as he choked on a sob he stubbornly refused to let out.
His eyes burned as he cried in front of the woman.
"Oh, Sweetie" Mrs. Uraraka shushed the boy as she ushered him inside and called for her husband to come help carry their daughter up to her room. "Shower and then we'll talk" she kindly tells Katsuki as she wipes his tears away and guided him to the hallway bathroom upstairs.
Katsuki came out of the shower twenty-minutes later, wearing his same dirtied clothes. Mr. Uraraka had offered to give him a shirt but the blond quietly thanked him and said he'd be fine – it's not like he lived far anyway.
Downstairs inside the kitchen, both parents sat with Katsuki. Tea cups with a soothing chamomile in front of them as the distraught male explained what happened to him and Ochako.
"So, Father has awoken" Mrs. Uraraka reconfirms what she just heard as she looks at her husband with mixed emotions.
"That's not all" Katsuki chimes in with a grim expression, "Ochako… was pissed at me and caused objects to start moving" he knew that much sounded bad but made it worse when he finished explaining, "also… she created fire, turning on the chimney and candles"
At that news, Mr. Uraraka balled his hand into a fist and slammed it against the small wooden table.
"She's not even sixteen yet!" the worried father yelled as he got up from his seat and started pacing around.
"I can…" Katsuki licked his cracked lips, "I can make her forget. I don't know what she remembers from this shitty night but I can postpone things or… whatever you want me to do"
"Katsuki…" Mrs. Uraraka deeply frowned, saddened for the boy, no the young man in front of her. The Uraraka's knew about everything the Bakugou's have done for them and for the sake of keeping Ochako safe – they'd always be immensely grateful and unable to repay them equally back for their kind acts. They knew it wasn't fair to their Ochako, lying to her and keeping her in the dark but they'd do anything to hide her.
"I love your daughter so fucking much but I understand my role in all this" he painfully tells them.
He's long since accepted that Ochako would never know the truth of her blood ties, of the supernatural origins of both her parents, of knowing just how much more special she truly is.
He's long since accepted that she'll never love him, that they can't complete the full ritual of their bond, that their star shaped lockets would never be opened by their own hands.
The Uraraka's silently agree, instructing Katsuki on what to do as he made his way upstairs.
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Katsuki went upstairs with a tray carrying a small plate with Ochako's favorite treat – mochi, a cup of warm tea sweetened with honey, a serrated knife and a spoon. He couldn't directly spellbind her and compel her to believe what he was going to tell her because she was immune to him. He could only suggest what he wanted from her with his blood.
He quietly entered her room and set the tray down on the bedside table by her bed as he sat down on the edge and slightly twisted his torso to face her. She was asleep with a peaceful smile on her face. Her arm had been wiped clean and her clothes changed into pretty pink pajamas. He leaned down to brush her bangs to the side as he kissed her forehead and let his lips linger on her soft skin.
"I wish things were different for us, Angel"
Katsuki blinked back a tear. After this, things would go back to normal, she would have vague memories of meeting his grandfather and have no recollection of him feeding from her.
"I fuckin' love you, Ochako" he gritted his teeth as he turned back to the tray on the table and picked up the knife. He whispered the things he wanted her to remember differently and erased those that were still far too early for her to know about as he sliced his left inner palm and squeezed drops of his blood into her tea – the barely tinted yellowish-green tea darkened with his blood as he used the spoon to mix the liquid.
In the morning, it'd be as if nothing ever happened.
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Done! To be continued.
Getting closer to the truth! Can anyone guess what Ochako is? ;D
You know the drill! Please R&R – it's greatly appreciated and I always get a kick out of reading your reviews/feedback. And again, please don't be afraid to – I can fluently read Spanish and partial French! Thankies~ :D
