The weeks passed by slowly and the wedding that no one in the entire Endeavor Kingdom thought would take place for years was quickly approaching. Shouto still had his hatred towards his father and all that he had done to not only him and his family over the years, but the continent as well. The Prince had made a decision to put his anger and rage about his father's true intentions with his marriage aside so that he could finally be taken under his wing to learn first hand how to rule the land.
Enji instructed Shouto about every little detail, teaching him with practical experience and knowledge on every aspect of leading and dictating their country. The King was ecstatic that his son was finally willing to be taught by him and learn first hand what it takes to rule. Shouto however still held his resentment, but he was smart enough to understand that he couldn't become a great King without the proper training and knowledge; something he would have put off for more years to come if he had not found his future Queen.
The Prince's days had passed by slowly. He assisted with delegating issues, moving the army to necessary places within the Kingdom along with learning proper tactics and overall leadership. Shouto had impressed his father since stepping up to his side. His book knowledge on most things had made things easier, but the King could see that he still had much to learn and was determined to make sure he drilled everything into his son's head so that the Kingdom would not change drastically once he stepped down.
Nearly four weeks had passed since Shouto had been working directly under his father with running the Kingdom. It was late at night and he was exhausted. The King never allowed him a moments break during the day except when they ate their meals, which was the only time he really got to see his fianceé. However, despite his tired state Shouto always went to her room first before collapsing into his own.
Without knocking he opened the door to Momo's room and entered, shutting it quietly behind him and walking over to her bed. Momo was awake, sitting on her bed reading a book by candlelight that was beside her bed. She looked up and watched as Shouto reached her bed and dropped face first onto the soft mattress, sinking into it and letting out a tired sigh.
Momo smiled and giggled quietly at her finacé and his near daily routine. She closed her book and reaching out to him. She threaded her fingers through his hair and felt him relax and lean into her touch. "Another long and rough day my future King?" she warmly questioned as she pulled her hand back.
A muffled groan escaped from the Prince and he lifted his face from the bed and propped himself up on his elbows. He scooted closer to her and rolled onto his back, laying beside her now with his head in her lap. He closed his tired eyes as Momo once again gently ran her fingers through his hair, soothing him and making him feel at ease.
"Yeah. The old man is trying to drill everything into my head.. I'm pretty sure he's just trying to tire me out with all of this though," he replied, keeping his eyes shut. "I know for a fact that it doesn't take the entire day to do all of this stuff.."
"I am glad that you're putting your emotions aside so you can do this. I can imagine that it's rather difficult given your relationship, but it is needed.." she gently spoke, still running her fingers through his hair. "I do wish we had a little more time together though. These past few weeks we haven't had much time to see one another."
Shouto kept his eyes closed as he reached back and took her hand in his. He guided it to his lips and kissed it, parting his eyes open and gazing up at his Princess. "I know. It's annoying that he keeps me busy all day, but right now I don't want to fight with him about anything. I need to just learn everything I can from him," he mildly grumbled. "Watching from afar isn't an option now anymore. Not now that I've found my Queen," he spoke, staring up into her warm, loving eyes.
Momo couldn't help but smile at his statement. She leaned down and softly connected their lips in a warm sweet kiss. Shouto closed his eyes again, raising his hand to her cheek and savoring the sweet innocent kiss between them.
After a few seconds they parted and opened their eyes, gazing at one another. "As much as I want to stay I need to get to my room and get to bed. If I stay any longer Aizawa is gonna force me out again," Shouto said with a slight sigh.
The memory made Momo giggle, which in turn caused Shouto to roll his eyes as he sat up. "It wasn't funny," he scoffed as he situated himself so he was sitting beside her.
"No. No, I know it wasn't on your end," she replied, still smiling as she leaned against him, taking his arm and setting it around her. "But anyway, before you go, did your parents talk to you about the wedding plans yet?"
"Wedding plans? No, I don't think so," Shouto replied, scratching his head as he racked his tired mind about the subject. "My father hasn't mentioned the wedding very much, and my mother has been preoccupied with all that stuff so I haven't seen her much."
"Well since it's in three days your mother informed me this evening that she convinced your father to allow you a break," she told him, shifting her position so they were looking at each other. "He's allowing you a fortnight before getting back into it all."
Shouto raised both brows as he stared at her, almost not believing the news. "Really? Two whole weeks? That's pretty unbelievable," he replied, rubbing his neck and turning his attention away from her as his mind thought of his father actually doing something nice for him.
Momo ran her hand down his arm to his hand and entwined their fingers. "You should really thank both him and your mother."
"Mmmmgmm..." Shouto grumbled, shutting his eyes and then sighing. "I suppose you're right... Not something I'm looking forward to though. If I have a break from him I don't really want to talk to him unless I have to," he stated, opening his eyes and looking to Momo. "But I can suck it up since it's for you."
A smile spread across Momo's face. Shouto's cheeks tinted pink as he admired her happy state. "Thank you Shouto. I've thanked them both already and it'd be respectful for you to as well," she warmly said as she gave his hand a slight squeeze.
Shouto grinned and nodded his head. "I'll do it tomorrow," he replied, bringing the back of her hand to his lips, planting a kiss on it. "I do need to get going now.. As much as I don't want to..."
Momo gave a small sigh and nodded. "We only have three more days until I move into your room, plus we'll have time to be together starting tomorrow," she replied. "I know we haven't gotten to spend much time together since my arrival, but, things will be different starting tomorrow."
The Prince smiled and finally forced himself off of her bed, looking back at his Princess and wishing he didn't have to go back to his own room. "I'll see you in the morning then," he said, watching her come to the edge of the bed and sitting up on her knees, making herself at his height.
Shouto set his hands on her waist and Momo draped her arms around his neck. They brought their lips together, connecting them softly. Momo threaded her fingers through his hair as Shouto gently stroked his tongue against her lips. Momo parted her lips, deepening their gentle kiss. His grip on her tightened as he slid his tongue across hers. He pulled her body against his, wrapping his arms around her and beginning to get swept away with his urges and his longing for her.
Despite his more recent new intense feelings towards her, he was still nervous and innocent about nearly everything involving romance and love. He pulled back after a moment, separating their kiss that was becoming more and more passionate by the second. Shouto's breathing hitched in his throat as he looked to Momo's face, noting how flushed it was.
"I've.. I've gotta go now.."
"Yes you do."
Shouto stiffened at the monotone voice that spoke up from behind him. "Great..." he mumbled, barely loud enough for Momo to hear and laugh at him.
The Prince turned his head and dropped his hands from Momo's body as he focused on Aizawa. The Princess' personal guard stood leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest and he merely glared at the Prince, eyeing the Princess' hands that were still around his neck.
"It's passed your curfew for your visitation rights to her Highness," Aizawa spoke with his glare shifting to Momo.
"Lighten up Eraser," Momo replied, rolling her eyes. "He was about to leave." Momo retracted her hands from Shouto's neck and brought them to his face, turning his head and kissing him one final time. "Good night Shouto. Sleep well," she quietly and sweetly said.
Shouto nodded, not forgetting about the man who was glaring daggers into his back. "Y-yeah... I'll see you in the morning," he nervously replied, glancing back behind him.
Momo released him and he took a step back. "I love you," Momo said before he could make his escape passed her guard.
Shouto reached out and took her hand and kissed it one last time. "I love you too. Sweet dreams my Princess," he said.
Aizawa remained focused on the Prince as he made his way out of the Princess' chambers. "Make sure you pay better attention to the time over the next three days your Highness," Aizawa said as Shouto passed him. "The rule is still in place up until the eve of the wedding, and even after that don't get carried away with anything. Just because you're going to be married doesn't mean my job ends."
Shouto opened his door across the hall with a silent sigh. "I know. I just hope you understand that I'm not messing around with anything. I truly do love her and I would never do anything to hurt her," he said, turning his head to look back at the man. "I'm just hoping it'll sink in sooner than later."
Aizawa watched as the Prince entered his own room and shut the door behind him. "Hmp. We'll let time tell," he muttered, turning his attention back to the Princess. "Do you have everything you require for the night?"
Momo nodded as she crawled back into bed. "Yes I'm fine. You may go now," she replied, picking her book back up and focusing on it.
Shouto shut his door and leaned against it, running his hand through his hair. I wonder how long Aizawa is going to be keeping an eye on me like this.. Momo told me about what those other Princes did and how he has no trust in young royalty now...
He shook his head and sighed once more. Whatever... I know that I'll never do anything to her and so does Momo, and that's what matters.
The Prince stepped away from his door and walked across his large open room, headed for his personal bathroom. He stepped up to his tub and pulled a leaver on the wall, causing hot water to pour from a hidden source. The Prince began to strip his clothes as the tub filled with steaming hot water.
Once he dropped his clothing from his body, he stepped into the tub, reclining back, resting his arms on the edge and feeling his tense muscles relax from his long day with his father.
The tub filled up full before Shouto turned the leaver the other way, stopping the water. The room had become filled with steam and the Prince finally had some peace and quiet, alone with his thoughts.
I miss her already... At least starting tomorrow I get a break from the old man and can spend some actual time with her before the big day, he thought, shutting his eyes and reclining back more. Three more days and she'll be in here with me.. She'll be my wife..
Shouto chuckled slightly at the thought and at the past few months of his life. "Never actually thought I'd end up finding someone.. I couldn't ask for anyone better than Momo. She's my miracle."
The night sky was dark. The moon and stars were hidden behind the clouds. The large clocktower in the town square rang, echoing through the valley, signalling midnight. Within the shabby dirty bar, Dabi looked out the broken stained glass window, eyeing the dark street beyond. He stood there a moment, listening to the ringing of the clock as all twelve went off.
Only three more days until we execute the plan. Everything will change very soon, he thought as he turned his attention to the stairs before him.
The scarred man descended the creaky stairs, heading down into the basement of the bar where the others were all waiting for him. He reached the base of the rickety wooden steps and opened the large door that lead to the basement.
The door creaked open loudly and opened to a dark room, illuminated by blue flames. In the center of the room was a stone pedestal with a large stone bowl sitting atop it where the glowing hot fire crackled. Candles were spread across the tables, and mantles across the room as well, adding an extra sinister hue to thearea. Dabi's eyes scanned around the large, drafty, dank, open area, looking from person to person and seeing that everyone was present.
He shut the door behind himself and noticed their attentions all focus on him. "Nice of you to show up," Chisaki stated as he slid the edge of a knife's blade across his thumb. He held his bleeding thumb out to the fire and dripped it into the flames over a pile of unique items that were burning away within the bowl.
Dabi scoffed as he watched Chisaki hand the knife to Twice who was standing beside him. "Shut it Bird Beak, I was taking care of something," he replied, stepping in between Chisaki and Toga. "Anyway, how long is this ritual or whatever going to take?"
Chisaki watched as Twice sliced his thumb and copied what he had done before passing the knife along. "Once everyone adds their blood into the flames it'll be almost complete. I just have to recite the incantation," he informed Dabi while he wrapped his thumb in a cloth. "The blood is required for those who wish to make a deal. Had you come a moment later it would have been too late for you," he stated, scowling at the banished Prince.
Dabi returned the scowl as the knife made it's way around the circle to him. "I'm here now and that's what counts," he grumbled. He took the knife from Toga and sliced the pad of his thumb, dripping his blood into the fire.
Chisaki rolled his eyes and shook his head. He turned and reached back to a small table behind him and picked up a bone with carvings etched all over it. "Everyone take a step back," he said as he faced the flames. They all did as they were told just as Chisaki tossed the bone into the fire. "Surge ex inferis," he stated in a cold tone of voice.
The flames flickered, changing from blue to a blackish red. The heat intensified and caused everyone to take several steps back, shielding their faces from the blistering heat. The candles in the room all extinguished simultaneously, the only light source now coming from the eerie dark flames.
"You're sure about this, right!?" Shigaraki hissed to Chisaki as the fire swirled into a demonic vortex.
"Of course!" he replied, keeping his eyes locked onto the flames. The fire began to ooze a dense black smoke as their summoned demon began to take form. "It's here," he stated, watching as the smoke took shape. He looked up to the ceiling at a large red circle with a pentagram and markings. "Don't worry. The devil's trap will hold it," he assured everyone.
The black smoke began to take shape, gaining mass and shifting into a humanoid figure. The blackness faded into pale skin beneath fancy black clothing, a crop of dark hair with small horns protruding from it's head. It's eyes blinked and became a glowing yellow with slits for pupils. It's terrifying gaze drifted across those before it: Chisaki, Dabi, Toga, and Shigaraki. It then focused up at the ceiling, feeling the devil's trap.
It cracked its neck, rolling its shoulders and sliding its hands into its pockets as it focused back on the mortals. "A devil's trap. You lot came prepared," it hissed in a cold chilling raspy deep voice. "Which of you summoned me?"
Chisaki unclipped his mask and set it down on the table behind him. He stood facing the malicious being who was fiercely staring at him. "I was the one who summoned you," he spoke to the bone chilling creature.
The corner of it's mouth quirked up into a smirk, revealing several sharp teeth. "Well, you got me," it said, putting its hands up in a near mocking way. "What is it you want? What sort if contract are we making this fine evening?"
"Magic," he replied instantly.
It's brows raised and its smirk grew at his response. "Magic?" it repeated, sounding impressed by the request. "Magic, for all of you?" it questioned, looking from person to person. "That'll be quite the deal. What do you have to offer in return?"
"Five sacrifices a month for the next two years," Chisaki answered, his cold eyes staring back into the demon's. "From each of us."
The demon stroked its chin as it pondered the offer, it's terrifying gaze drifting back across to the others. "That's quite a lot of souls. Quite a lot of, murder. Given that you're requesting magic through a demon, I take it murder is right up your alley," it replied, as its eyes landed on Dabi.
Dabi's eyes narrowed slightly as they locked eyes. The demon smirked once more. "So is magic all you want?" it questioned him.
Dabi crosses his arms over his chest, his glare shifting into a scowl. "Yeah? What's it matter?" he growled.
The demon stepped up to the edge of the devil's trap, getting as close to Dabi as it could. "Those burns across your body are from a failed attempt at black magic. It's clear as day to anyone who knows anything about magic," it replied maliciously.
"What of it?" Dabi growled back.
The demon chuckled in its throat, sliding its hands into it's pockets as it ran the tip of its tongue over its top teeth. "You're a flippant one, aren't you?" it laughed. "So, any interest in gaining your original appearance back?" it questioned. "If so, then I will require another, more, personal request of you."
Dabi's glare remained cold and emotionless as he furrowed his brows slightly. "How personal?" he questioned.
"First tell me this," it spoke up, clapping its hands together and stepping back into the center of thetrap, "what are you lot planning to do with this magic you'll be obtaining? Obviously you're all a bunch of lowlives, otherwise you wouldn't have summoned me in the first place, let alone offer me the souls of others," it smirked.
Dabi exhaled as he uncrossed his arms and slid his hands into his pockets. "We need the extra fire power to take down the King and anyone else who will be getting in the way of removing him from power," he simply answered.
"The King eh? Quite the goal. Very insidious of you," it replied, grinning darkly at him. "And what has the great King done to deserve such hatred?" it mocked, still grinning evily.
"My father's time on the throne has come to an end. I will remove him from power with my own two hands and take my rightful place. It's my birthright as first born to be the next King," Dabi harshly spoke, his eyes burning with a passionate intensity.
"Oh I see now. Daddy issues huh?" the demon replied in a mocking tone and facial expression. It laughed once more then kept the large, creepy grin upon its face as its snake-like eyes scanned the others one last time, before landing falling upon the fallen Prince. "I have the perfect deal for you, your Highness.."
A/N: I've had this chapter basically written for 2 months and finally got around to editing it up " hahaha...
Sorry for the wait lol...
So... Yeah " hope ya liked it
