#so now everytime the noise wants to be a little menace and sneak around the pizzeria hes gotta stay on his toes

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The tale of the three head beast. The marching fishes (14/21)

Second part of the tale of the three head beast series, you can read the first part The chosen children Here and here, or look for the tag  3t3hb  on this blog.

Resume: Three years had pased since Taichi won the hand of princess Sora and both get crowned King and Queen of the living land, now they must faced the duty of the monarchs, but the King is must worried about cover his affair with royal guard. The war started on the Honest Island, does the King Joe would manage it?. Mean while at the other side of the sea Takato and Ruki stronger their forces.

And you can read all past chapters of the marching fishes in the links below

ACT 1. ESCENE 1: THE RAIN

ACT 1. ESCENE 2: THE WILL  

ACT 1. ESCENE 3: THE TRIP

ACT 1. ESCENE 4:THE SON

ACT 2. SCENE 1: THE ARRIVAL

ACT 2. SCENE 2: BROTHERHOOD

ACT 2. SCENE 3: MOTHER | **warning suicide attempt**

ACT 2. SCENE 4: THE BATTLE OF THE IKKAKU ISLAND

ACT 3. SCENE 1: THE INTERROGATION

ACT 3. ESCENE 2:  DELIVERY

ACT 3. ESCENE 3: RED DRESS

ACT 4. ESCENE 1:TRIAL

ACT 4. ESCENE 2: THE SAINT QUEEN

ACT 4. ESCENE 3:THE SPY  

Ruki finaly confronts Henry about his secrets 

It´s been weeks since the  impossible creatures emerges from the ocean along with the king, now they are adore by the people of Piramide,  and even when none of them is bigger that a goat they inspire fear to the few  opponent  of the  King. The small one, red as  blood is the king´s favorite, he never left his side and follow him around the castle, Gallant is his name;  the second one, blue and bright as the sky over the sea, is a hungry monster who devour from chicken to cows but had never bite human hands, he enjoys playing with the childrens, his name is Victory; the last one is bigger that his brothers, orange like the sun and fierce like his heat, he past the days walking arounds the walls that surround the city, the people said he is looking up to them but the King knows better, he tied the creature at night to keep it from running away, The Great One is how he name it.

Henry hold the pen and read his words, how many details should he write? he must tell Koushiro about the prosperity of the city? the funny way the Queen was incapable of pronounce the great one and ended call him grey instead? he should mention the rise of the shadows, the assassins that rejoy with the forgotten creatures,  about the undeniable magic that surround the king, his unexpected wisdom, his kindness, the way he smile everytime Henry call him his friend.

His head hurt and his hands feel heavy, for how long he could serve two masters?

The great alchemist order him to murder the King, meanwhile the King named him a trusted adviser.

He should run away, leave Piramide behind, go someplace with no The Light or The Shadow Army could follow him, he wonder if a place like that exist.

A crack noise

His nerves make him jump, did he lock the door? did he check the windows? the few candles around his desk were not enough to light his fears.

He must calm down, control his breath, he join his hands and focus on the sound of the ocean, the light must be his guidance.

“You look scare”

All his fears took human shape, Ruki was there sitting over his bed, menacing eyes,long sharp nails, her same stoic face; he didn't waste time trying to figure how she get in.

“What do you want?” wrong, he scold himself, he must sound less threatening, that was not the attitude of an erudite. She raise an eyebrow as  studied his face

“You got a letter” she move a golden envelope between her fingers, his blood freeze; without a doubt it was a massage from the summon alchemist, she was there to kill him.

“Thank you” he smile, he must not break his charade “But you should nock”  How many time did he have before she attack?

“Is curios, all the correspondence of the castle arrives directly to the east tower, except yours”   her purple eyes look darker “ Why is that?”

Meabe if he run he could reach the door “I don't want to bother the court with my personal mail” he laughs as he move a few steps close to the exit “my sister write me almost every day and…”

“Your sister?”  she doesn´t believe a word

“Yes, she lived so far away and miss me since the day I left our home” he drag the conversation as much as he can, she carried a few weapon, four knives behind her sleeve  “I appreciate that you have taken the trouble to come here”

“Do you know why I'm here?”

Henry think quickly, What would be the answer that annoy her the most?

“a beautiful woman sneak to my room at the middle of the night, I´m flattered  but you are not exactly my type”

It was almost funny how angry she gets

“You are a death man” a knife slid down her wrist as she rushed to attack; A carelessness move  was all Henry needed.

He avoided her hit with grace and slid his body behind her back, before she knew what was happening he snatched the letter from her hands.

“So, we stop playing around?”  He didn't answer but she take his silent as a confirmation “Why don't you read the letter of you beloved sister?  I can  grant you that”

Henry open the envelope with unusual precaution and read in silence, with the same calm he put the paper over the table and turn to her, now she hold a knife in each hand, he cannot avoid it anymore.

He threw his white tunic to the floor and with great regret adopted the battle position he had sworn so long ago that he would never adopt  again, and did the only thing he knew Rika was not expecting: he strike first

Her surprise didn't last long. He was stronger, but she was faster, he was clever and she was bold, she hit and he take it, he desarm her and she bit him, she threw the desk at him and he broke it in two with just a kick.

She fight dirty, he too.

“so it was you” she laughs “I was wondering if you had paid someone to attack the king or if you had done it yourself, but of course it was you, you are nothing but one of  Koushiro´s spies, one of his little bugs” the despise was stronge on her tone “so blind, so stupid, flying directing to the light”

The voice of the assassins sound far away from Henry, yes he was a spy, but he was not stupid “I'm not blind”

“mesmerized by powers bigger than yourself!”

“I´m not!”

“You betrayed the King! you… you poison him!” suddenly he remembered Takato cold and shaking, the dark allie, his scream, the regret, the urgency…

“And I save him! I save him!” he shake, and yells more from him than for her, She twist his arm and push him to the wall

“Why?” and he realized she was shaking too “Why did you save him? what are you planing?”

Oh Ruki, the King Guardian, the fierce mother, it wasn´t the suspicious what move her but fear; she was as scare as him

“Your assassins fails” he announced, still against the wall, still with the pain and the threat of a broken arm “ the Queen killed them, the summon alchemist said that the crown is stronger than ever, The Light had take dominance over the capital”

“do you think I'm stupid? I never pretend that Hirokazu and Kenta had success” she started to sing as a canary “they were just messengers,  so koushiro didn't forget than I´m alive, than I'm breathing, I will never disappear! I will lead the courage house to the throne!”  

“You sacrificed two lives to get the alchemist attention?”

“Don't play with me, you are not better” she pull him stronger “I´m an assassin but you? you are a trickster, a liar, you stole and betray, after everything Takato had to you, I get tired of tell him not to trust in you…”

The pain was intense but he didn't complain, he will not give her that satisfaction, he must  stay calm, no matter how much she was right.

He killed so many others, he listen and lied, he share secrets that were not his, he overturned empires, he always conspired against the unjust, always in favor of The Light; and now he must died for it.  Fine, he would die for the only crime that he regret. Takato deserve a better friend.

“I cannot wait to see his face when he found out”

“What?” he felt the rope against his wrist

“oh poor little baby...Did you think that I would kill you without more? No Wong, I have plans for you, I want to see you in the eyes when Takato dictates your sentence, he has grown so much and  has become a worthy King, but he needs to mature, your betrayal will teach him to not trust, I have to thank you, it is a lesson that I could not have taught him myself”

“No, wait!” all his calm and control fails

“it's too late to beg for your life”

“no!” he push and turn, desperate trying to free his hand “kill me now”

“What?” Ruki gets perplexed,she released his rope and threw him to the floor “What are you playing?”

“Kill me now, don't tell the king.. I.. I would do anything, Listen I.. I have info about The Light, i know things”

“Loyalty means so little to you?” she wasn't exactly mad “Are you gonna betray The Light just because you got caught?”

“No” he stand,she back down, if he would have a moment to talk this was “I would betray The Light because, because i have no doubts that Takato is the legitimate King not because their god said so but because he is a fair leader!, he is humble, honest,  because his power is only compares with his kindness!  I have known to many Kings but the nobility that he gives to the world is different, he is the first King that I want to serve, not for the duty but ..

“Because is right, because its feel right”  Both of them see at each others, Henry could tell that she was examining him, her lips tremble, she believe him“ How many?”

“What?”

“How many others like you are in the court? Where you the only one?” Her eyes change, Ruki was no longer seeing his charade, she look at him and surprise of how much they where alike.

Murders and liars serving a good man

He breath in relieve, and make the mistake of almost smile “no, there are a few more, but no one as close as the King as me”

“Good” she walks until the window, her steps were relax, for his surprise she turned her back to him “we'll have to kill them”

He approach to her, still with precaution “we?”

“Is that the part with which you have a problem?” she pick up his tunic from the floor “come on Wong, Let's put those muscle to good use”

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The sun raise over Piramide, Takato hear her wife steps across the room, but refuse to open his eyes, it wasn´t until Gallant star to chew the sheets that he decide to wake up.

For his surprise his beautiful queen was looking through the balcony, with an unusual expression on her face

“Is everything ok?” he asked worried

“Si, si, es solo… “ he walk near to her “ I´m happy that Ruki had made a friend”

Takato look over her shoulder  to the principal yard, Ruki was there, fighting against one man, it was different to her usual training, Takato had not seen her fight like that since her confrontation with the lion at the Colosseum, his opponent was a skill warrior dressing in orange and green, it was until he put really attention that Takato realized that it  was Henry Wong.

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How about 36; "did I say that out loud?" For kachako of course :) pls pls

This is such an ambigue prompt, I was left thinking for a while about what to do with this one. It’s such an easy prompt but OF COURSE I had to make it too complicated… well, bitch shall I be ♥ Please enjoy, and I hope this wasn’t too long or… well, you’ll see below. And thanks for the request! 

He wouldn’t look at her.This was the fact that kept Uraraka awake all night, all day– and while it had its plenty advantages during literature class, the rattling memory of what had happened a night prior to this day tormenting her. Every time she blinked, his blank stare and the sense of dread drenching every fiber of her being would come back in tenfold, make her dizzy and just feel all color draining her cheeks.“I could kiss you right now…”

Fuck.That had been the first and last time she would curse so hard in her mind, the word vibrating staright to her soul and shattering all intentions to focus on whatever matter she had at hand– there, there she was again with the blushing, the fidgeting, the everything that came with thinking about him, him, and ten times him.

How had she said that outloud? They had been sparring, kicking each other’s butts to the ground until they couldn’t breathe. Bakugou had been doing a good damn job at making her feel weak and stupid with those smart-ass moves he had with him. Punches and quirk based dodging were his basics, but she couldn’t really prevent them in time.

So he was royally messing with her. It was evident he enjoyed fighting with her, and the fact overjoyed her. Bakugou blasted her with one of his hands as she while she was picking herself from the ground. “You are still standing?”

She looked at him, who had halted his steps and stood a bit too near to her. If he decided to blast her, she would be long dead before the embers cleared. He didn’t seem to be planning on attacking her soon, as his hands were slightly trembling. “I told you I wouldn’t give up so easily this time, Bakugou.”

He smirked and cleaned some sweat off his eyebrow, eyes closed in concentration as he laughed. “I would have never thought I’d have this damn fun with you, of all bunch of nerds in this school.” she didn’t know if he was aiming for a mean undertone, but he only came across as a little kind. She silently rose. “C’mon, Urara– OOF!”

Uraraka straight tackled him while he did his bragging business, because he sure had gained trust from seeing her lying before him but hadn’t considered how much will she had in her. His back his the ground with a loud thud, a groan escaping his lips as she straddled him.

His hands flew to her legs, trying to pry her off him, but the moment her hand landed on his chest, he knew it was game over and his hands fell limp on his side. “Goddammit.”

Her shoulders shook with laughter, but her feet still remained digging in the ground as she loomed over him, her chest heaving inches away from his to relish the moment of his defeat– then, it dawned on her that she was a bit too close to him, and that his hands had found way to the fabric of her shorts again.

Her gaze shifter from a stone to his eyes, vibrant eyes– they shone with passionate colors, like coals thriving in a fire, or the color of sunset when sun hid down the horizon, and they were staring right into hers, breath labored and hands drawing circles underneath the clothing now, as if waiting for her to do something so he would stop wanting her to be even closer.

Uraraka wanted him closer as well, and voiced her thoughts accordingly, without thinking about their repercussion.

Breathy, she spoke in a whisper. “I could kiss you right now…”

She slammed her head against the lift doors again. Everytime she remembered how tense he had gone underneath her, or how a mad blush had splashed into life on his cheeks– she would always feel the same blush be reflected on her, and her heart would hammer like crazy against her ribcage.

Yet, he wouldn’t look at her. Everytime they crossed paths at the hallways, he would mutter some curses and turn heel towards another direction which, mind you, was always the wrong one. One particular time, they almost crashed heads after turning a corner and Bakugou had scrambled away so fast that he left her there in a gloomy state, regretting having said such things so bluntly.

This very same void carried out a devastating process of self-doubt and horrorizing realization that not only had he scared him shitless, but she had also whatever chance for a healthy relationship that existed. With a single sentence she crushed those chances to pieces and left them both confused, with her thinking that he of course would never return such silly desires.

Bakugou was cool, chill, explosive and a lone wolf. Of course he would never want to be with her and of course kissing him was never an option. She was a little peasant compared to his royal aura. But someday– someday, she would make it to his level.

The lift doors opened before her and Uraraka skipped in quickly, punching the button to her floor weakly to just make it out of that lazy, dreary day of humiliation and shame that had washed over her so radically that it left her with no energies left to deal with everything.

Uraraka heard the doors close, only to open wide again and reveal the hunched over figure of a blonde guy she knew too well. Her first instinct was to blush and jump a little, grasping the hem of her skirt thinking that by pulling away she would let him breathe. But, was the air as thick as it was for her? Because hell, she couldn’t find air to hang on to.

Bakugou punched his floor button, and he did it with much more force than necessary. Uraraka feared that he could have broken the panel. “G–Good evening, Bak–kugou.”

He just glared at her, his irises still as incandescent as she remembered them, burning and crushing her all the same. His hands were deep in his pockets, grimace menacing and teeth showing. He looked everywhere to avoid her fluttering lashes, so hypnotizing that he was forgetting what he was doing all of a sudden. “Whatever.”

Uraraka sighed. Sure, she had ruined their little friendship for a lousy matter as lust. Worst of it all, was that the thought still writhed between her, not less intense or faltering, and he seemed more attractive than ever under the lift lights. Such a shame his eyes were so fixated on the floor counter, because she was dying to look deep into his eyes.

Uraraka limped on the wall bar, hands gripping the metal and wishing for this tension to fade, for the silence to break and for the lift doors to fly open so she could flee. Suddenly, it occurred to her that he was in the wrong–

There was a loud crash and the cabin shook, making her knees wobble and her grip on the bar tighten, lights flickering above them. Bakugou’s form came to stand right in front of her, his frown deep and sincere, hands grasping the bar behind her. He towered over her and had her cornered against the wall, his hand itching to grasp hers.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Uraraka.” snarled he, teeth strongly gritted. There was a weighty agitation in his voice as he spat at her, his emotions flinging between frustration, anger, and something she couldn’t quite name, but it sparked excitement in her when she glanced into his eyes.

“Bakugou–”

A hand of his slammed on the wall beside her head, startling her. “What the fuck is your problem, saying stuff like that to my face and then expecting me to be totally cool with it?”

Uraraka gulped, intoxicated with a proximity that felt more intimate than when she had him pinned against the ground, his hands roaming around her thighs. The feeling of his fingertips hunting her skin came assaulting her as his pierce eyes stared down at her, and a tight knot started bubbling inside of her.

“I didn’t mean any of it, Bakugou!”

She didn’t really know how denying the the truth would make things better, but it somehow came to her and honestly, his face was dumstruck with something similar to grief, anger, and she wanted to die. The hand that still lay beside hers gripped her wrist, and he inched a bit closer.

“Take that back.”

Her eyes widened as saucers as his forehead hovered above hers in a silent threat, frown deeper in concentration as if he was reading through her, and all tension suddenly shattered when his arm flexed and that same hand let her go, sneaking through the fabric of her shirt. A moan tried to sneak out of her petite mouth, but it came out as a shiver he sure noticed.

He held her stronger against the wall, fingertips somewhat hot against her chilly skin. “Fucking take that back, Uraraka.”

The hand beside her head seized her face to divert her gaze to his angry, trembling glare. He wasn’t looking at her before, but he sure needed her attention now. Uraraka squirmed under his burning touch. “If saying that means destroying whatever we had, then I–”

His mouth crashed hers, head banging against the wall of the lift, and he only gripped her tighter when a high-pitched noise escaped her lips in the middle of his lock. Her lips parted slightly and, far from deepening the death grip, he only pulled away and squinted at her red cheeks.

“I’m not gonna say it again.” growled he, building up tension in her lungs with such agitated, thick voice. His grip was vicious, like a snake luring it pray– and boy, didn’t she feel little underneath him. “Take it back.”

“I am not going to owe up to it if it means drifting apart from you, Bakugou.”

There was a moment of silence, their mingling breaths the only thing able to be heard around them. His eyes narrowed pointedly at her, watching how his touch was affecting her sole existence and how his heart was dying to eat her alive if it meant having her closer. Something deep, scorching like hellfire was rounding his fragile, fierce heart, and suddenly, none of his grudged mattered.

“I don’t know why the fuck I would pull away from this, Uraraka.”

He didn’t even let her think an intelligent response to his rude remark, but sealed the deal with a searing liplock that made her shake beneath him, struggling to hind somewhere to hold on to while his hands travelled all the way to her waist, neck, and caressed all weak areas that he would expect her to have. Some of his caresses were blunt, some were fierce, and some were made with endearing intimacy and care that rose her above the heavens.

Bakugou broke away for a second for a sharp intake of air only to take Uraraka in again, crashing her head against the surface so she wouldn’t fucking escape, because she was moving so much that he feared she would fly away any second now, so he held her as close as possible. And she felt this, of course she did– the urgency in the kiss, how his lips were abrassing hers in a conquer war, or how his teeth grazed the sensitive roses.

When his hands travelled all the way to her thighs, her mind was completely lost, and while breaking away, a gasp allowed his tongue to swiftly pop in, hand seizing her jaw to explore all she had to give to him and all she wouldn’t be willing to. He hoisted Uraraka up on the metallic bar, her legs wrapping around his waist, and he obligued obidiently to her command, a beast tamed under her fierce attacks to his velvet cavern.

He was gonna lose it to that girl and he had no regrets on that department. His other hand busied itself burying his fingers under her clothing, fingertips reaching her spine and making her arch against his chest. Breathings fanned against each others’ faces heatedly, only making him groan for more of her skin to burn, and trying to make her let out those beautiful noises trapped within her throat.

“Fuck,” grunted he in between sucks, bites, and caresses. “you’re driving me” she shut him up urgently again, tongues clashing again. “so fucking crazy, woman.”

Uraraka pulled away for a moment, only to have him seeking for her again, and her voice was lost between gasps. “Don’t.”

His teeth bit her lower lip, making her sigh in pleasure, her hands stroking his blonde mane and eliciting a growl from him. “I love you so fucking much,” grunted he without thinking, hands starting to mindlessly roam around her back. “you damn witch.”

“I love you–” his tongue gave her lips a soft caress while going to her jaw, planting chaste kisses wherever he deemed pleasurable. “I love you so much right now…”

Two exact seconds later, his assault on her neck halted and all his roaming snap stopped, making Uraraka deflate a little and go back in time to where they were heatedly making out and–

A deep scarlet blush marred her cheeks as he pulled away a bit to look at her, mouth agape and slowly blinking with wide eyes, dread drenching them both to the bone once more. They had done it again.

“Did I…” murmured Bakugou, his hands slowly pulling away from her pearly skin and inmediately missing her afterwards. His muscles were tense in horror and utter embarrassment. “did I– did you– did I say that out loud?”

Uraraka’s shoulders tensed up because not only had he confessed in the middle of the worst time possible, but she had even returned it gladly, again, in the worst time possible.

“I– I didn’t–”

“Don’t come at me with regretful shit.” growled he under his breath, slamming his hand against the stop button to have the lift working again. Soon enough, she felt them being high in the air again. “It’s a bit too fucking late to say that now.”

He didn’t seem angry. He didn’t seem remorseful– like hell he would be regretting what they just did. He just seemed… a bit off. Uraraka knew what was crossing his head, and this wasn’t the way she had planned to confess either. 

When she looked at him, his eyes helf her glance before sighing and muttering a curt apology, frowning as the lift doors closed behind her when they reached the floor and he stayed inside to catch his lift again at the first floor. All she heard afterwards was a huge crash and a livid scream.

“FUCK MY LIFE!”