BNHA - Random Shots

Aizawa | Reunited

You were so close to stab an arrow through your head, this situation was really annoying and being the daughter of the leader of a delinquents tribe, you also need to help him take decision but sometimes his skull is too damn thick to understand anything you say.

“Then what other plan you have!?” you shouted, you weren't having it today plus you haven't eaten for a week.

Five years ago, when you were fifteen years old, your father became the talk of the kingdom because he was a criminal along with a few others, in no time, their gang started to grew and also became more dangerous making the royal authority start a search for them and since your father doesn't want to put his little princess in danger y'all got out of the kingdom.

Through those five years leaving in a place where no one could find y'all, was a lil rough but this year something was off. The crops were starting to disappear, and the river water got contaminated somehow. You couldn't let your people die, so you told your father that-

“We will find another solution!” he shouted back, “But there's is no way am letting you go and become the King's slave for us!!!” he continued.

“Then what?” you crossed your arms over your chest, “We will start to thief, again?” you asked, knowing that he really didn't want to go back to that life style.

He sigh, “Is our only hope, Y/N.”

“Tsk,” you couldn't take it. The way he answered was just too painful to hear, it made you heart shattered into pieces so you just stormed off out of the well built wooden house going deep into the dense forest.

You had already made up your mind, seeing your people suffer just because of something that you can't figure out, it's indeed frustrating.

So it's either your father listen to you the good way or the bad way, but since he didn't listen--which he never does--you have to take the situation in your own hands, for the good and sake of everyone in the tribe.

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You were walking through the enormous halls that were painted in the warmest orange you have ever seen, representing the warm sunset that baths the earth with its warm colors, lost of chandeliers were hanged from the high ceiling and the long corridor floors were dressed in a neon like red color carpet, representing the blood of Japan's Kingdom enemies that had stained every soldier's hands.

The hood of you long coat made of bear skin, was pulled up covering your entire head and face, always walking slow and silently avoiding all the guards and servants that came across your path.

You made your way to the throne hall, slamming the doors wide open to be greeted with swords pointed at your neck, you glared at the guards taking a step backwards to then slide through all of them.

“Aaaaah!” standing up when another guard came running towards you, also with a sword, you kneed him in the stomach with so much force than needed making him vomit and ruin the perfect carpet underneath your feet.

Gagging internally you lowered your knee letting the guard fall on his on vomit, unconscious. While you left him there, you walked over to the king who was sitting there like the royal masterpiece he is.

His slight curls falling in from of his face, his bored expression that matched his tired eyes, the small bear that was starting to grow on his chin giving him this manly aura around him but also signaling the laziness he posses, he sat on his throne in a lazy and unroyal manner.

Having a leg over one of the arms of the throne, the other crossed on the throne's seat, his left hand holding the crown that's supposed to be on his head and the right hand tapping the right arm rest of the throne, just like how you would have imagine it.

“I see you are back,” his sleepy and bored tone echoed in the hall.

You rose your head, your gaze meeting his. “Were you expecting me?” you asked, in the same manner.

“Sooner or later if you asked me,” he gave you a slight smile, letting his crown fall to the ground--a servant coming to pick it up, ofc--his left hand now resting under his chin as he looked at you with questioning eyes.

You sighed, knowing what he wants to hear. “My father forced me to go with him, I didn't had any choice.”

“I know that, and I also know where you all are hiding.” he confessed, “But I doubt you are here to have a conversation with me,” a silly smile spread on his lips.

“I need help, my people is suffering. The crops, having disappearing mysteriously and the river water had been contaminated not even fish can swim there,” remembering those things, your head lowered on its own.

“That's why,” you snapped you head up, making the hood of your coat fall back revealing your long hair and the determination in your eyes. “I came here to ask you for help, j-just this once.. please.” you begged, getting in one knee and lowering your head to the king present.

“...and what will I have in return?”

Of course he would ask that, everyone and everything has a price in this life.

With your head still low, you answered; “I give myself to you, in the place of my father. Which means, you can do whatever you want with me, I'm your slave.”

The room fell silence, the King still had his eyes on you his expression not changing, would he accepted?

He slowly stood up, walking towards you his magical and godly aura following him. He hovered you, taking your chin in his hand and making you stand up looking at him in his eyes.

He was dead serious, glaring straight into your soul. “Don't you ever say that again, don't call yourself my slave.” he ordered, making you nod 'cause the words wouldn't come out of your throat.

“I will agree to your proposal on one thing,” he started to caress your face, gently. “I want you to be, my Queen.”

He had a smirk that you knew so well, a smirk that he always gave you when he knew that he had already won, you smile letting your body fall on his chest while he embrace you on a hug.

“I hate you, Shota.” you returned the hug.

“Mm, I love you too.” he confessed, “I always wanted to tell you that.”