"So Star's looking for a hammer…" Brow furrowed, I raise a brow at the Diaz's family as I stand in my room, a ruby red portal by my side a part of me surprise they aren't questioning it, focusing more on Star's query of finding a hammer while Marco is out trying to get a red belt.
"Yes." Rafael confirms.
"And you're asking me?" Confused, I question the couple.
"Sweetie we love you like your one of our own but out of all of us you're the most destructive." Honestly, Mrs Diaz confesses as I hum out loud, they have used logic.
"Fair point but sadly I do not have one." Honestly, I confess to them.
"If I can ask what are you doing with that portal?" Rafael enquires.
"Meeting up with Michael." Simply, I shrug.
"Who?" Angie questions.
"Yo." Casually, Michela pops his face through the portal, sunglasses on as he lowers them to greet the stunned gawking Diaz, screaming at the three eyed male releasing a small scream of shock and panic, fire flowing out making me sigh. Shyly, a faint spark of it, flaring down below as quickly, casually even I stomp it out with my foot and then turn to face the adults.
"Demon friend see you…" Casually, I wave them off as I take Michael's hand and enter through the portal, closing in on itself, leaving the stunned gawking parents alone.
"You sure they are okay with this?" Michael furrows his brow at me taking my side bag.
"It's fine they aren't my real parents they are sort of like guys that just take care of me. Now come on, I want to see this beach you keep going on about." Brightly, I smile as he chuckles.
"Well since that's still being fixed up, we thought the beach house would work…" Michael informs me.
"A beach house would work!? Dude! How loaded are you!?" Amazed, I am taken aback by the beautiful beach house making Michael chuckle.
"I'm a prince." Smirking, he reminds me.
"Oh yeah…" I hum out loud recalling it.
"Mum, dad you in there?" Loudly, Michael calls out as we approach the beach house.
"Over here Mike so this must be the famous Ash!" Happily, the male approaches me, I think his name is Dave that's what Mike said. Dave is a male humanoid adult with cream-colored skin, short brown hair, and blue eyes, he wears a loose blue and white Hawaiian shirt, cream trousers and sandals as he approaches. I see where Michael gets his brown locks from now.
"It's nice to meet you sorry again about the beach…" Apologetically, I smile.
"Nonsense it's fine, I've heard a lot about you, my wife has been eager to meet you!" Chirpily, he greets me shaking my hand.
"Is that right?" Brightly, I smile eager to meet the mother of Michela from what I've heard she seems nice.
"Whoa what is going on?" Startled, I gasp as I stumble back at the loud tremors of an earthquake, making me squeak stumbling back as I feel Michael look his arms up around my arms, helping me up.
"Oh that's just mum." Casually, Michael stares down at me as I look up from his chest placing my hands on his chest to steady me, ignoring the brief red rush. I glance upwards at the sudden shadow over casted before us as brightly, Michael smiles up at the source of shadows.
"Wait whaaa…" Gawking, I trail off, my yellows nearly popping out of my sockets as I stare up at the standing woman about four times the size of her husband Dave. She has deep skin, a muscular build, beefy arms, short legs with cloven hooves, salmon-coloured hair, three thin eyes (one in the middle of her forehead), large dark-red horns with reddish-grey tips, low pointed ears, sharp teeth, small purple wings, and a pointed tail. She wears a coal black dress with perky pink flowers at the rim of the fabric.
Blankly, I stare up at the woman animatedly gushing to me in a language I have no concept over. Michael helps steady me, placing his hands on my shoulder as the woman reaches down as I take her hand as she animatedly shakes it, making me squeak back at the sheer force of the wild waving.
"Alright I think that's enough sweetie…" Smiling, Dave holds her hand as I hear the hiss of the barbeque.
"Sorry about mum she's just a bit emotional…" Embarrassed, Michael apologises.
"I'm surprised Tom isn't here." I confess.
"He's with Brian off on some dancing thing. You know Thomas is one of the best dancers in Mewni." Proudly, Michael informs me.
"One of?" Curious, I wiggle a brow.
"Well I am quite the dancer myself." Boastful, he exclaims.
"Shame I never got to see that." Lightly, I joke.
"Perhaps I can show you sometime." Cheekily, he offers.
"I look forward to it." I smirk.
"I'm sorry again about her, she just gets emotional…." Michael confesses to me.
"No, it's fine, it's very nice to meet you both…can they understand English?" Curious, I whisper to Michael nodding his head.
"Yeah don't worry. Why don't we go in?" Michael suggests, saying something to his mother in a similar tongue as we are guided inside, well all of us, except Dave deciding to stay in to focus on the barbecue making me smile at the sensational spices, only then to frown at the strange food on display, hearing the soft sizzles fade away as we enter the living room. My yellows explore the ruby red flooring, plump sofa and dark maroon walls of oak or something with carpets of ruby red with golden entrails dangling down.
"So, um Mrs Lucitor, how are you?" Curious, I look up at her craning my neck skywards as she smiles back at me, gushing eagerly as I simply nod my head, holding in the internal screaming of having no idea what she's saying.
"That's nice oh what's this? A photo album?" I hum out buying along only to blink when she passes me a book, curious, I open it only for my eyes to widen when finding numerous pictures of Tom and Michael, side by side, wearing similar clothing. I see a few of Michael before Tom was born, with a bunch of friends who look rather wealthy as I note him in the bounce lounge, playing his tracks.
"What are you looking at? Aww the album! This was Michael's first show, he was up all night." Happily, Dave smiles.
"Oh yeah I remember the pyro technics messed up so I had to fix it." Beaming, Michael drapes his arm over my shoulder making me smile as I lean into his touch.
"Is that baby Michael?" Gushing, I squeal at the sight of him pouting looking all grumpy in the camera.
"Yeah he and Tom used to wear the same clothes all the time, if Michael went somewhere Tom did, the two were joined at the hip." David reminisces fondly, making me chuckle, shaking my heads as Michael groans, cocking his neck back dying of embarrassment no doubt…
"He was such a confident young boy, the life of the party, you know he used to work at the bounce lounge he'd give that robot DJ a run for his money. Millie even offered him a position. He was happy…" Sadly, Dave explains to me, his brow furrowed at the memory.
"What happened?" Curious, I question as Dave exhales looking almost guilt.
"His royal duties…alongside well Mewni. He had his studies to keep up with it was hard keeping his job at the lounge." Dave informs me.
"Bounce lounge?" Fascinated, I quirk my head to the side.
"There was an incident where he was DJing and Tom was there, it was his first party. Michael promised to keep an eye on him, here's the thing about our son, he loves parting, he loves it all but if someone makes him uncomfortable. If someone tries to confront him, or if someone harms his family, if he's scared he will revert to anger, it isn't pretty, he sort of has like an anxiety anger panic attack…" Struggling, David tries to translate his wife's words making my eyes widen when noting the tears of lava cascading down her eyes as she tries to brush them off using her handkerchief.
"Wait he doesn't…?" Surprised, I trail off.
"He doesn't do the passing out can't breathe thing instead he freaks out and gets angry." David sighs.
"I think I've seen that…" Focused, I furrow my brow at the memory.
"My son isn't proud of it; he's scared of it almost. Our son doesn't want to hurt anyone. He's a good kid but since that mewman tried to attack him and Tom. he burnt the Mewman's arm who turned out to be some noble, things haven't been the same." Tired, David exclaims.
"What do you mean? "I enquire.
"Due to Mewni being the dominant kingdom, most of the royal family follow them so when one of the mewmans is attacked, prejudices raised." David mutters.
"Prejudices?" Surprised, I arch a brow only then to furrow my brow remembering Star…
"Mewni don't like monsters." Simply, he shrugs.
"But you guys are demons." Confused, I point out.
"Demons and monsters are the same, they are a subcategory after that incident of a panic attack, no one really hires him anymore, his friends became scared of him and…David exclaims.
"He was alone." Coldly, I finish as David nods his head, confirming my thoughts.
"Yes…he's always brushed off but when it came to Tom. He would flip, when he was asked to do a slot he agreed but saw Tom being hassled by some mewmans and when Tom tried to show his identification card of mewman they…Michael flipped and we were called in." David translates his wife's wailing.
"That's horrible. Those mewmans didn't get away with it…did they?" Worried, I furrow my brow as I glance to the side peering out of the window to find Michael outside, fixing the grill, snapping his fingertips as he sets the fryer aflame.
"They did. Our sons had to always bring their ID with them now and well…" Miserably, David tells me.
"This is horrible! I…I…so what if there different? Why do they let such simplistic silly delusions cloud a certain group and assume…urgh!" Infuriated, I seethe shaking my head standing up.
"Are you alright?" David questions me.
"Yeah I just…I'm so sorry you went through that, I'm so sorry all of you. Where's Michael?" Apologetically, I confess to them making David smile softly.
"He's probably outside on his surfboard," David hints as I nod.
"Thank you for inviting me again I am really grateful, you two are really nice." Politely, I bow to them.
"Thank you…there's no need to bow, just make sure to keep an eye on our boy." David assures us as happily, Mrs Lucitor picks me up making me squeak back in shock as she hugs me, making me awkwardly hug her back, ignoring the brief fear of being crushed as her tears narrowly miss me fortunately.
"I will I promise I'll take care of him…" I promise as gently, she places me back down smiling brightly at me.
"Michael! Michael! Whoa…" Concerned, I rush out of the door, my eyes widening at the dark clouds forming as my yellows widen to find him no longer at the fryer. Instead I find to my surprise and awe, him doing some cool tricks on the slick lava waves.
"Oh hey…" Happily, he smiles at me as he returns back on the sandy shores, surfboard under his arm.
"I didn't know you could surf…" Impressed, I hum out as he chuckles.
"Eh something to keep me busy what's going…whoa what's with the hug?" Surprised, he freezes up as I wrap my arms around him, sniffling holding in the tears threatening to fall.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry about everything…" Guilty, I bow my head pitying him.
"What did they say? Urgh…I hate it when they do this." Annoyed, he sighs gently prying me off him scowling.
"Michael tell me is it true? Tom was attacked and you defended him." I press him, wanting to know if this actually happened, if Mewni is as bad as I had dreaded, if Mewmans are so cruel towards monsters.
"Yeah I've fought off ignorant asses before but not Tom. Look he may have anger issues, but he isn't a fighter, he really isn't…" Tiredly, he groans, cradling his face, stretching it.
"That…your origin shouldn't mean you can't do some tracks, I mean…" Flabbergasted, I exhale, not sure what to say as I feel my hands once more tug at my ruby red roots.
"It's cool I mean I got to meet you thanks to my tracks then again I was only there to retrieve some of my old tracks." Tenderly, he assures me placing his hands on my shoulders, making me sigh bowing my head.
"I'm still sorry no one should go through that…" Gently, I whisper pained.
"It's hardly your fault." He scoffs waving me off.
"Yeah but for Mewni to be close minded like that and…huh what's that?" Stunned, I begin only for my eyes to widen when noting a ruby red tail pop out surprising me.
"It's n-nothing!" Panicked, he backs away trying to hide it only for me to stop him as he shyly bows his head ashamed almost. I stare at the ruby red devil tail, gently coiled around my waist, making him groan as I chuckle, gently grasping it only for my eyes to widen when noting a rush of ruby red making me giggle.
"You have a tail?" Surprised, I arch a brow.
"Y-Yeah…" Shyly, he turns away bracing for something making my brow furrows.
"It must be pretty useful holding cans with it, or picking up stuff," I point out amazed making his eyes widen surprised by my compliment making him smile goofily.
"You think so? It's not weird." Nervously, he whispers.
"Weird? Its badass!" Brightly, I gush in awe of the cool tail, placing it close to my cheek making his ruby reds dilate in awe almost…
"Michael, I may not know what you've been through, but I can sort of relate and by sorta I mean a teeny tiny bit…." Shyly, I begin curling my legs in on myself as we both sit down on the beach shore, Michela placing his surfboard to the side.
"What do you mean?" Curious, he arches a brow as I lean back.
"Well as you know I'm an orphan. Where I come from I was picked on for being an orphan, many people would distance themselves from me or bully me, saying how my parents died because I was a mistake, I…I always felt alone, isolated and I just…I hated it. I was often treated differently due to being an orphan sometimes people would distance themselves from me due to not knowing how to act around me while others would pity me and I hated it. Hated it. I just…" Pained, I confess to him, my brow furrowed as I feel tears threaten to fall as I blink them back.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that…I am." Surprised, I raise a brow as he places his taller, warmer, rougher hand on my own making me smile shyly at him.
"Michael…" Quietly, I begin not sure what to say, smiling softly at him as he gives my hand a small squeeze.
"But hey at least there's a silver lining to this!" Brightly, he grins at me confusing me.
"And what's that?" Intrigued, I arch a brow.
"We got something in common besides look up…" Tenderly, he whispers pointing skywards.
"Whoa are those…?" Amazed, I whisper in awe of the beautiful glimmers above shining.
"The stars pretty cool right?" Happily, Michael grins.
"There gorgeous…" In awe, I whisper, my eyes shining in awe of the beautiful constellations before me.
"Not as gorgeous as you…"
"Hm what?" Confused, I turn to Michael blinking rearing his head back laughing nervously forcibly, making me blink concerned by his force laughter causing him to erupt into a coughing fit. Soothingly, I hold him as he lurches forward hacking.
"Nothing I'm going to get blanket, ask mum and dad if we can have it here…" Eagerly, he stands up.
"You sure they won't mind? Unsure, I question not wishing to cause any hassle.
"I know they won't. So just relax and let's enjoy the stars!" Calmly, he assures me making me smile softly and nod. Quickly, he comes back as we settle on the blanket, leaning against one another enjoying the starry sky above, unaware of our hands entwined with one another and the shy sly devil tail sneakily coiling itself around my waist as we continue looking up and enjoying the shimmering stars.
*What do you think of Micheal?*