A/N: i am so sorry this took so long, depression has been being a huge bitch :c. I had planned to get this up way before now, i even made a post under the fsiiaabmb tag on tumblr saying i would, but i just didn't have the drive to finish writing the chapter? Well, it's here now, and i apologise! Thank you all so much for your continued support 3 ilyasm
Before long, it's Monday morning, and Marco finds himself fiddling with his clothes in the mirror.
"Wait, why am I even worried? It's just Tom." Marco says to himself, before nodding at his reflection, and dialing Tom on his mirror-watch.
Tom picks up nearly immediately, "Hey Marco-polo, is it time?"
"Morning Tom. And, uh, yeah, but don't forget the, y'know, literal chest of gold." Marco said, with an unbelieving tone at the end of his sentence.
Tom laughs, "I still can't believe you're so shocked by that-,"
Marco cut him off, "I still can't believe you're not."
Tom continued as if he wasn't interrupted, "But I remembered. Let me just put it in my bag, and I'll be there before you can name the levels of the Underworld."
"The levels of-?" Marco started confusedly, but Tom had hung up on him.
Marco shook his head, and started to turn back towards the mirror to play with his hair, when a hellhole suddenly appeared in his room, with Tom popping out of it.
Marco jumps and clutches his heart, "Holy hell Tom, I didn't think you meant you'd be here immediately."
Tom snorts as he pulls himself into Marco's room, in his casual outfit of shorts, studded belt, his red shirt with torn sleeves, and his knee-high boots, "Holy hell? Isn't that a bit of an oxymoron Marco-Polo?" Tom looks up after he closes the hellhole, and remarks, "You look nice. Less sleepy and frumpy than you do when you usually call me."
Marco slightly pouted, saying, "Well, I do call you at night before I go to sleep, but thanks I guess? You look..." Marco turned back to Tom, and looked over his outfit, "...more like a street punk than a prince, but it suits you in a way."
Tom smiles and mock bows, "Why thank you. We both know you wished you looked this cool, Marco-Polo, but don't worry, we can work on that."
Tom ignores Marco's sputterings, and gives him a wide smirk, before walking to his door, "Don't you have to introduce your - what was it, boyfriend? - to your parents Marco-Polo?"
Marco stopped sputtering, and red took over his cheeks as he stomps towards the door, "I take it back every nice thing I've said to you, you are horrible, you're a horrible horrible demon."
Tom burst out laughing at that statement, before quickly sobering up and following after Marco as the brunet storms past him, and shouts "Hey, wait, Marco-Polo I was just joking!"
Marco ignores Tom as he stomps over to Star's room, causing Tom to hang onto the back of Marco's hoodie and continually whine, "Maaaaarco-Pooooolooooo."
Marco continues to ignore the demon, and knocks on Star's door. Star opens it, looking as if she's suppressing giggles.
Marco points at Tom and says, "I don't want him anymore, take him from me please, I will pay you."
Both Star and Tom burst out laughing at that, though Tom tries to pout, and says through laughs, "That's really mean Marco-Polo, treating your boyfriend like that."
"I will pay you double, Star." Is all Marco replies with.
Star eventually gets her laughs under control and says, "Nuh-uh, been there, done that- no offense Tom!"
Tom replies, "None taken Starship," and waves for her to continue.
Star starts back up, "It was your idea, and I am loving this." Star laughs again, but then gasps, "I'm going to have to get pictures for Ponyhead, she'll never believe this! I'll be right down for breakfast, let me just find my camera!"
Marco starts, "No - camera - Star!" Unfortunately for him, Star has shut the door in his face, without paying any mind to his complaints.
Marco sighs and none-too-gently thumps his head on the door, as Tom laughs. However, quickly enough the laughter stops, and Marco is turned around by Tom, "I'm sorry, I forgot how easily riled up you are, and how fun it was to tease you. I'll cut it out if it really bothers you."
Marco sighs and rubs his forehead, "It's fine, I know you don't really mean any harm. Plus, I rather be teased then set on fire so." Marco shrugged his shoulders, and drops his hand from his head.
Tom closes his third eye, before gently bumping the light bruise on Marco's forehead, with his forehead, "You humans bruise so easily. You have to be more careful Marco-Polo."
Marco relaxes at their closeness, before freezing, then blushing and quickly moving back against the doorframe, "Yeah, um, we should, breakfast, and my parents."
All three of Tom's eyes widen, and he steps away, rubbing the back of his neck, "Yeah, sorry about," Tom clears his throat, before continuing "The soul bond demands closeness as well as the want for the people involved to keep the other safe and happy, and since you were hurt, it hit me harder since I'm a demon, and therefore naturally possessive. Sorry." Tom clears his throat, and looks away again. "I can, uh, heal that, you know."
Marco coughs into his hand, and refuses to meet Tom's gaze, "Yeah, no, I understand, it's fine, I was just surprised." Marco glances over at Tom, and then away again, "You can heal?"
"Well, I may not have magic like Starship, but demons have advanced healing, and you're my bonded so it would work even faster on you than anyone else." Tom explains, still not looking Marco in the eyes.
"Oh, makes sense. Well, I guess you can try? If you want." Marco shrugged.
Tom clears his throat, before stepping back up to Marco, and taking his face in his hands once more. He seemed to think better though, and steps back, then bites his thumb until it bleeds, and rubs a streak of blood on Marco's bruise, where the purple blood slowly heats up, bubbles, and dissolves, seeming to take the bruise with it slowly.
Tom tries to offer an explanation, "Sorry, the healing properties are imbedded in me, so it has to be some sort of bodily fluid, which is why it doesn't always work on people, especially mortals, as they usually can't take the temperature. However as I said, you're my bonded, and I honestly couldn't hurt you if I tried or even accidentally. And sorry it takes awhile, saliva would be quicker, but I doubted you'd want me licking your forehead like a creep."
Tom's cheeks turn dark purple as steam rises, and he looks away once more.
"Uh, thanks." Marco replies as his bruise disappears, lightly rubbing his hand over his now healed forehead.
They ended up standing up there in awkward silence, refusing to meet each other's eyes, and this was the scene that Star walks into when she comes from her room with her pastel pink polaroid around her neck.
Star simply looks between the two boys for awhile, before rolling her eyes and mutters under her breath, "Boys," before speaking out, "Thanks for waiting for me - even though it toooootally wasn't necessary - let's go eat!"
She takes Marco and Tom by their arms, and proceeds to drag them downstairs.
"Morning Mrs and Mr Diaz, this is Tom, Tom say hi!" Star yells out as she rushes down the stairs with the boys.
"Uh, hi Mr and Mrs… Diaz…?" Tom trails off as he gets downstairs, and notices that the two parents had a cake in their hands, and were standing under a banner that said, 'Welcome to Earth Tom!'
"Good morning Tom!" both of the Diaz parents say together before Marco's mom says, "We're so glad to have you here! Oh, you're even more handsome than I thought - good job Marco!"
To this Marco started spluttering, while his dad went on, "Eh, Tom, I hope you like Earth, cuz since you're dating m'ijo you're going to be seeing a lot of it!" and started laughing heartily, "Here, have a slice of cake."
He gives a slice to Tom, then to Star who was happily jumping up and down, then to Marco who rolled his eyes when his father nudged him.
"I'm sorry about this Tom, I forgot to warn you, my parents love doing things like this." Marco whispered over to Tom, any awkwardness between them destroyed by his parents' exuberance.
"No it's…" Marco looked over as Tom trailed off, and saw Tom looking back and forth between his cake, the decorations, and Marco's parents in awe, "It's fantastic. I wasn't expecting such a… warm greeting, I guess. Or cake. You're parents seem really nice Marco." Tom says, his third eye looking over at Marco, while the other two focus on the cake he's eating.
"Mrs. and Mr. Diaz, this cake is wonderful." Tom says after he takes his first bite, all three eyes focusing back on Marco's parents.
"Why thank you Tom!" Marco's dad says, while his mother says, "It was our pleasure," as she ropes her husband into cleaning up with her.
Marco stares at Tom as he scarfs down the cake, slowly eating his own. He wasn't sure what he was expecting when Tom met his parents, but it sure wasn't this. Though, it definitely wasn't a bad thing. Marco's eyes travelled to his parents, 'At least they like him,' he thought as he finished up his cake, and put down the plate.
"Thanks Mom, Dad. We should go catch the bus now, though, see you later!" Marco waved, before picking up his bag and heading to the door, Star following with cake all over her mouth and her spiky purple backpack quickly slung on her back.
Tom, seeing them leaving, quickly finishes the cake and calls out a quick, "Thank you again!" to Marco's parents before following them both.
As the trio got to the bus stop, Marco realises something, "Tom, don't you have a backpack, or servant to carry your books, or something?"
Tom looks at Marco surprised, apparently lost in thought, then says, "I knew I forgot something."
He snaps his fingers, and a hellhole suddenly appears under his feet and he drops in. Marco jumps away from the quickly closing hellhole, before starting to freak out.
"Tom!?" He looks at Star who's nomming on her wand, completely calm.
"Chill out Marco~! He probably just went back to the Underworld to get his stuff, s'all cool. He'll be back before you know!" Star smiles, and pats his back, since he still looks panicked.
Marco looks over at Star, who still has icing all over her mouth, and laughs before wiping her mouth on his sweater sleeve. "Yeah, you're probably right."
"I'm always right Marco!" Star says, her voice muffled from Marco's sweater sleeve.
As she says that, another hellhole appears beside them, and Marco yelps and jumps away once more, pulling Star with him, as Tom crawls out with a what looked like flames with gold shoulder straps - which seemed to have both pastel, cute bunny pins and some sort of demon rock band pins on it - on his back.
"Tom you're bag is on fire!" Marco screams, as he quickly lets go of Star, and makes his way over to Tom, trying to rip the open flame from his back. "Stop, drop and roll!"
Tom takes a hold of Marco's hands, and gently pulls them away, "Calm down there mister fire safety. This is the normal state of my bag - it's the newest edition 'Screams of the Souls of the Damned' backpack, from the 'Suffering Souls of the Underworld' line. Not to mention I'm basically fireproof."
"Oh." Marco takes back his hands, a bit embarrassed as Star chuckles in the background, fully enjoying seeing her best bestie freak out.
Seeing his embarrassment, Tom quickly amends, "Though if I wasn't, and this was real fire, you probably would've saved my life, so thanks."
Marco smiled and says, "Well, it's always best to always be alert! Wait, 'Screams of the Souls of the Damned'? I get the whole, 'Souls of the Damned' part, but where does the 'Screams' come in?"
Star quickly magics up some earmuffs for herself when Tom says, "Well you see," and presses a button on the bag. The horrible, bone-chilling, blood-curdling sound of a million tortured souls rang out from the backpack. Marco immediately winces and his eyes start to tear up for no reason. He tries to covers his ears, though Star magics him up a pair of earmuff soon after, while Tom's eyes close with bliss. "I feel a bit homesick now, heh."
Tom says, then opens his eyes, and sees both Star and Marco tear-filled faces, and that they had their ears covered - not to mention that there were a few dead birds at his feet that seemingly fell from the sky. Tom quickly shuts the screams off, "Oops. Kinda forgot it wasn't meant for mortals, sorry."
He rubs the back of his neck and looks apologetically at both Marco and Star.
Star and Marco take off their earmuffs, Marco saying, "Alright, just some, you know, warning would be nice? Oh, and please never do that again."
"Well to be fair Marco," Star says as she wipes her eyes, "You did kinda ask for it. But I agree with the whole 'never do that again' thing."
"You know you could've warned me too Star." Marco says, and is rewarded by a tongue stuck out in his direction by the Mewnie Princess.
"Yeah, but that wouldn't have been as much fun! Oh look, the bus!"
The bus pulled up beside them, and Marco just sighs, deciding to let it go. "Let's just get to school."
They all pile onto the bus. Tom gets some stares because of his horns, but Star quickly takes the spotlight, as per usual, and Marco sits by the window, Tom beside him. Before long, they arrive at school, and they all pile out of the bus.
Star spots Jackie, and turns and gives Marco a pleading look.
"Go on, and say hi for me. We'll see you in class."
Star's eyes got as wide as her smile, and she hugged both Marco and Tom, "Thank you thank you thank you! See you later Tom, don't set anyone on fire!"
With those final words of advice, Star makes her way over to Jackie, waving her hand and shouting, "Jackie Jackie, guess what- oh and Marco says hi!"
Shaking his head at Star's antics, Marco turns back to Tom,"Okay, let's just head straight for the principal's office, and then go to class before we miss much- Tom, are you alright?"
Tom, who had been looking around the halls, and meeting students curious gazes head on, seemed to be shivering and he wrapped his arms around himself, "I just… didn't expect it to be so cold, Marco-Polo. Last time I was here, I was in a full suit, after all."
Marco turned to him confused, "Cold? It's the start of summer!"
"Well Marco-Polo, I am from the firey pits of the Underworld. Let's just say the climate is a bit warmer there." Tom blows on his hands, still shivering a bit, "I can handle it though, it's just a bit of cold after all."
Marco slaps his palm to his forehead, "That's right, the Underworld- constant flames and all that. I should have realised the sudden climate change would've been a shock to your system!"
Marco starts unzipping his hoodie, revealing the plain white shirt he had underneath - he was never wearing the 'I Kissed A Ninja' shirt to school ever again -, before handing the red hoodie to Tom, "No complaining, I don't want you getting sick, and having your parents come after me with fire and brimestone for allowing it."
"I don't think you have to worry about the 'fire and brimestone'," Tom says as he takes the hoodie and puts it on, zipping it up immediately, and looking much better than a few seconds ago, "But thanks a lot Marco-Polo." He shoves his hands in the pockets, and gives Marco a smile.
Marco blushes, and looks away with a cough, before returning the smile, "Uh, no problem, I have more at home. As long as I eventually get it back it's fine."
As he said this, Tom let out a laugh. Marco quickly fixed Tom with a suspicious glare, "I am getting it back, right Tom?"
"So, we have to see this principal of yours right?"
"Tom! You dirty hoodie thief!"
"C'mon, I don't have anything long sleeved in my entire wardrobe, except for the suit, and you said yourself you didn't want me getting sick, so just lead the way to your principal Marco-Polo!"
Marco grumbled a bit, continuing to call Tom a 'dirty hoodie thief' under his breath, but started to head towards the main office, already making plans to get Tom his own hoodie, just so he can get his back.
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