Hey, guys! GOTA, here with the second installment of 'It's An (Un)Holy Matrimony, Izuku!" For the first time, we have released two chapters - this and 'Pony (Part I)'. Depending on which site you are using, go back to the previous chapter for the Pony chapter. This is our 99th chapter of the My Hero Izuku series. Let us know what chapter would you like to see updated for the 100th chapter of our series.

In this chapter, Ibara prepares for her and Izuku's wedding day. What will happen? Read and see! This is an OOC Ibara x OOC Izuku story. Enjoy!

Ave Maria was sitting in the living room of her apartment as she was working on arranging the roses. The green-vined teen didn't have time to contact a florist at the last minute. It would have been too time-consuming, costly, and most of all, would have involved a witness. Of course, she didn't mind taking extra precautions to eliminate people if it was in the Lord's will. She knew that precious saints in the Bible have killed people and were forgiven of their sins. Unfortunately, Earthly laws wouldn't think the same way as Godly laws.

As she hummed "How Great Is Our God," she was riding on Cloud Nine. Today was a glorious day to be alive. She was feeling like a blushing bride. In a way, she was.

After all, today was the day in which she and her husband-to-be were going to jump the broom and be wed.

The idea of becoming Mrs. Midoriya was filling her brain like a swimming pool. She felt she was being baptized and coming out clean. Ave Maria was pleased and couldn't wait until her husband placed their ring on her virgin finger to signify their love for each other.

The rings weren't cheap, but nevertheless, a worthy investment. As a woman of God, she knew that sometimes she could fall short and bound to sin. As a means to justify, she searched for a lowly sinner who wouldn't use the money correctly and would use it for selfish and lecherous gain.

She asked God for forgiveness as Kayama-sensei's debit card was used to invest in those rings. As a penance, she tithed ten percent of Kayama-sensei's money to the charitable foundation. She thought that it was important that people of Oum need to rebuke their evil ways and turn to the eyes of the Lord.

My God in heaven! Thank you and praise you for this glorious day. As a servant of God, I stand by your word as I become one with you by marrying my dear husband. Lord, it is your strength alone that will hold this marriage together. And I will need your strength to keep this together. Just like David, just like Joshua, just like Daniel, I will cast down any foes who dare challenge and destroy what me and my husband-to-be will have. Just you have written in the book of Ezekiel, "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children and I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers and you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you!"

She clapped her hands graciously before lifting them up as a form of surrendering to her God. "Lord, as it says in the Bible, if it is your will, then I will let it be your way. In Jesus name, amen." She pursed her lips, feeling accomplished of her good deed. As she lamented and pondered, she thought about the way a prayer could cleanse her of any sin.

It was hard, tempting, especially when her beloved was lying feet away from her. She couldn't even recall how many Hail Mary's she did after indulging in the sin of lust. How could Satan tempt her with such a golden emerald god and his Adonis looks. The teen needed to calm down. She knew better to not put any false gods before her God. However, the flesh is so hard to resist, she was saying to herself.

Wedding plans can be exhausting, especially for the groom. Ibara knew how seriously intent Izuku wanted to have this wedding. He was literally fighting and combating his eyelids. She saw how adorable to watch him sleep. She was careful not to disturb him. She wasn't quite ready to wake him up for the ceremony. After all, the green-vined teen thought she was the star and he was the co-star, so the co-star needed a few additional hours of beauty sleep before the big moment.

Unfortunately and due to the last minute of the wedding, the guests were very minimal. Minimal to the point that it would only be the two of them. Being a Christian was a rarity in this country and the thought of peasants, lechers, harlots, and Philistines tainting their home with their beliefs was sickening to Ibara's stomach. She didn't trust them, particularly those who indulge in that sin with gambling with one's life.

If she were a sinner and that was a big IF, then she would have placed money on Shouto.

Their honeymoon was immediately following the wedding. It was another blessing of Kayama-sensei to have her debit card used to afford a luxurious resort in Okinawa. She knew the kind Okinawians wouldn't suspect anything as she and Izuku were preparing for their everlasting bliss. Thanks to being friends with various Christian organizations in the United States, they were working on their passports. Ibara trusted them and knew when leaving for America, they would be in good hands.

Japan wasn't holy enough to be openly Christian. They also wouldn't understand her undying love for the son of God. She knew that God assigned her to provide, protect, and profess to Izuku with every whim and will of her power. She knew that it wasn't going to be easy. The son of God was brainwashed and it was going to take a woman like her to keep him in the Lamb's Book of Life.

"Oh my God! Where am I? Where am I?"

Her husband, the son of God has stirred. She remained patient. There wasn't a need to be in a rush. Granted, in the next twenty four hours, they would need to depart before the sinners would identify them as missing. Nevertheless, she wasn't in a big hurry. Plus, she didn't need the stress. Don't be impatient, but remain prayerful and supplicate. God has my back. He is in control, so I trust my God that he is protecting me as he knows that I am doing this for him.

"Oh, darling! You are finally awake!" She gathered the rose, wrapping them tightly around a green ribbon. She made a proper stance, the stance on how a young lady appropriately approached her husband. "My sweet, sweet husband of God, you're finally awake."

Izuku was groggy as if his brain was trapped in a fog. The emerald-haired teen couldn't recall how long he was out. "Ahh, what?" His head was beating profusely and the only thing that was still on his mind was that he wanted water.

And his whereabouts.

"Where am I? Where am I?" He was coughing and his mouth was dry. His entire body was feeling like it was on fire, but it did not look that she did not even care for his current ailment. He was a person on display and she was the observer. By the looks of it, she was enjoying every single moment.

Her wedding dress could have been made for royalty. It was a pure white dress that dragged to the ground. A white veil covered her face. She had placed a large daisy in her hair and high heeled shoes upon her feet. What was damning to the emerald-haired teen was the smile upon her face for her him, that can't be bought.

"Where am I? Shiozaki? What is this," he asked worriedly.

It was falling on deaf ears.

She smiled. Her shining eyes gleaming brightly from the small speck of the sun coming from the windows of the home that was currently his prison.

"Watching you sleep is always fun, but it gets a bit old after twelve hours, you know," she said.

"What's happening," he panicked. "Why are you doing this?"

The grey-haired woman walked toward the delirious Izuku and gently cupped her hand around his rugged chin. The soft, but sweaty palm was a cold shock to him, but it made him alert.

"Please, oh God," he said while struggling. "What is this? Why are you doing this?"

He was in anguish. As much he wanted to shed tears, he was unable to. Like his throat, his tear ducts are dry as well.

The green-vined girl gave a slight chuckle before releasing her hand from his chin. He concluded that this woman enjoyed seeing him being torn down.

"What's happening," he asked himself for the second time. "Where am I?"

"We're in my living room, darling," she said with excitement. "My mom went through a lot of trouble to get this living room soundproof." Her smile was bedeviling. "Plenty of reasons to scream and shout as I worship without being disturbed."

"What are you talking about?" He was still dazed. He tried to reach for something until he felt something restricting his hands. He realized that he was bound. "What is this," he screamed. "Am I tied to a chair?"

She answered his question. "That's right, darling." She cupped the bouquet of roses tighter around her bosom. "You know that is the very chair my mother built for my father on their wedding day." She pursed her lips. "He was a bit whinier about it but when you are a backslider, you need a bit of a nudge to get back on the straight and narrow." She began to blush. "And now you are blessed to sit in this chair, too. Isn't this romantic, my dear husband of God!?"

Husband?!

Something told him to look down. He wasn't wearing his clothing from earlier. He was wearing a tuxedo. "Shiozaki," he asked worriedly. "What is going on?"

"Oh, you don't need to be so formal, my dear husband," she said. "You can use my first name, you know? After all, we are going to get married."

He stared blankly at her as if she had gone insane. "Shiozaki, have you been eating the rapier wasp jam?" He was nervously chuckling.

Ibara was unmoved by his laughter. "That isn't funny." She stomped her foot. "I've said that is very NOT funny!" She moved closer to Izuku. "Remember, you can use my first name, my husband of God."

"Shiozaki, think about what you are…" He was cut off when the green vines wrapped around his neck. He felt the tightness as her eyes were furrowing. "Say...my...name!"

"Ibara! Ibara!"

Hearing him calling out her first name excited her loins. The vines loosened around his neck as the green-vined girl shivered. "Oh, my God, Izuku! Please say my name again!"

"Ibara!"

"Yes! Say it again!"

"Ibara!"

She looked skyward to the heavens as she crouched to the ground. Still holding onto the bouquet of roses, never did she think her husband saying her name was invigorating and arousing. She stood up, trying her best to regain her composure. "Shall we begin?"

"Begin what?"

"Our wedding, my dear husband."

To be continued….

BD: Just like a Faunus to cut off at the best part.

GOTA: Faunus, please! You're the king of cuckolding people on stories. Learned it from the best. Anyway, stay tuned for the next installment of this story in the series.

BD: Stay tuned as we are approaching our 100th chapter of our series. Hopefully, we can think of something special to commemorate 100 chapters.

GOTA: Long live Midnight! Team Greenshade!

BD: If I ever become famous, I would like to meet and shake Mr. Kohei's (creator of MHA) hand and then slap him.

GOTA: I would too. Because I love AND hate him right now.