My Name Is NOT Deku [Bakudeku Fantasy AU]

| 15 | Imprisoning Walls

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"Wha-what do-do you mean?" Izuku stuttered out looking up at the blonde in complete horror. His hand made its way over his mouth trying not to let the food, he felt rising in his throat, leave his body because of the bad odor.

"Don't ask questions, you can't handle the answer to" the other prince simply said and moved his eyes back to what was left of the person behind Izuku. Behind the man who only just seemed to realize the ball he had seen had been a head. Katsuki saw the other prince's hands tremble. "Now get out!" he brought out angrily, not seeming to care about the other's shivering body.

But to Katsuki's surprise Izuku did the exact opposite. He watched as the greenette got further and further away from him, not looking at his eyes, but staring at his hands. His eyes switched from hand to hand, as the trembling got worse and his breath choked so loud it almost sounded like Izuku was suffocating. What was Deku's impersonator doing?

Izuku's face whitened, as his legs felt like they would give in with every step, backing away from the door. His eyes kept focusing on the prince's hands. Could it be? He thought while another wave of nausea came over him only considering it.

"Don't tell me you-" he paused to try to get rid of the nauseous feeling in his stomach. "tha-that you-you" he continued, when suddenly he felt the back of his foot hitting something cold "did this?-" he tried to finish his sentence, before looking back. His breath choked, seeing the severed head rolling over away from his foot, making the hairs spread the red fluid all over the floor.

"AAAAAAAAH" Izuku screamed out as he ran crying to the possible culprit out of fear. He clamped his arms around the taller figure of the prince and felt the expensive royal fabric under his eyes getting wet. "Plea-please just tell me you didn't do it!" he begged, when suddenly his sobs softened, because of two strong arms making their way around his heavy breathing body.

"It wasn't me" he whispered almost like he was trying to comfort the other. Although Iuzku knew from the bottom of his heart the other's wasn't capable of that. "Don't worry" he said, as his hand made its way into Izuku's curly hair.

"We think it was one of Enji's men" he explained, as his hand moved up from the curls to reveal a surprised horrified face.

"He did so-something li-like this?" Izuku asked another question, again already knowing he couldn't handle the answer.

"This isn't even the first time, this guy is lucky we even found his body" The blond prince sighed still holding the greenette in an embrace "The other servants I send for information never even made it back"

When suddenly the greenette pushed away the strong arms and yelled out "So you send this man out, knowing he wouldn't return?" Izuku still didn't understand how the prince could be so comforting and kind, but so ice cold at the same time.

To Izuku's surprise the blonde only seemed to think over the greenette's words, but after realizing their truth, he turned around and left.

Izuku was lost for words, the situation had been so suffocating at the beginning already, but now it felt like he was about to choke. The servant's body, made Izuku realize it didn't seem that big of a deal to take a life to the king and that only made him even more worried.

When he figured that all the planned disappearances he had been breaking his head over could be murders.

Just when he was about to leave, his eyes focused on something reflecting the dim light in the room. It seemed to be in the white cloth, that once was a servant's uniform. Izuku finally build up the courage to come closer and take a look, when his eyes suddenly whidened at a tiny ripped piece of a painting burried deep into the servant's pocket.