Truth of Soul. (A Rosario+Vampire x Jedi Male Reader fanfic.)

Chapter 32: Purpose

Y/N P.O.V.

(Y/N) - Can you map anything out in this technicolor nightmare?!

(BD-1) - (Negative, Ghost Rider, this tunnel's either composed of or affected by magic of some form. Every attempt to perform a geoscan's gonna be useless until we find an exit.)

I reach out with the force. Our turn's coming up fast, and Nurari said that it was straight on from there.

Using my clawed glove, I lean to the side, dig my claws into the ground, and slow myself down, allowing me the time to make my turn. Pushing myself back up, I hit the throttle, and begin to accelerate again.

After about ten minutes of rapid acceleration, we finally make it out of the tunnel, nearly blinded by the sudden sunlight.

(Y/N) - We're out! How 'bout that scan?!

BD-1 waits for a moment, before giving me the good news.

(BD-1) - (Scan completed. The road winds and curves several times, but the castle is at the end of it! The goal is in sight!)

I'm immediately stricken with a vision as my driving adapts to the path. A roadblock approaches.

A very possessive, feminine roadblock.

Thinking fast, I pull a thermal detonator from my pouch, arm it, and attach it to the bike's gas tank.

(BD-1) - (The hell are you doing?!)

(Y/N) - It's time to bail!

The blockade of snow women comes quickly into view. The detonator's beeping grows louder. Taking action, I jump from the seat of the motorcycle, and jump from it, sending it hurtling toward the cold cryomancers.

Almost as if they notice the impending blast of heat, they all rush to get away from the still-rolling motorcycle before my detonator goes off. They manage to avoid the brunt of the heat, not completely dodging my attack. I quickly get to my feet, only to be flash-frozen from the chest down.

(BD-1) - (NOT AGAIN! WHAT IS WITH THIS FAMILY AND THEIR POSSESSIVE TENDENCIES?!)

Tsurara takes several steps towards me, her 'yeti' husband trailing behind her. She cradles my chin in her hand.

(Tsurara) - You're so mean, Y/N. Going so far as to blow up a bike just to get past us? That's just rude.

(Y/N) - Forgive me for not giving a shit, psychopath.

Her placid look immediately turns into a scowl. She slaps me before speaking again.

(Tsurara) - ...Did she ever have a chance?

(Y/N) - ...What?

(Tsurara) - The succubus gave us a few details about your relationship. It wasn't hard to fill in the blanks. Did my daughter ever have a chance to win your heart?

Thinking back, I reflect on everything that happened in the past two years. I've had my powers crippled for the first half of that time. Ever since we managed to work out an understanding, she's basically been within arm's reach at almost every minute of every day. She spent a year and a half trying to win my heart. Little did either of us know that she already had it.

(Y/N) - Do you really want me to answer that honestly?

(Tsurara) - I do.

(Y/N) - ...She lost that war long before she even had the chance to start it.

Her subsequent shock quickly turns into rage. Before she can finish freezing me solid, I send out a repulse that shatters the ice, and land on my feet.