Prince Katsuki

A Second Chance

Claude couldn't move. His body was numb and his mouth felt mushy. His eyelids were heavy and his mind was all over the place. He didn't know where he was. It was too bright, however.

The last he remembered was his Empire at War and an explosion he'd made, a secret he'd hidden for so long. There were many missing fragments in his memory that everything was lost. The time lines and events didn't make sense. But he remembered saving Diana from being shot by an arrow. Ah, he took the arrow. Is he... Dead? But... He's not even eighteen yet. He hasn't even inherited the throne. Would the Third Prince take over? His eldest brother vanished and he really didn't want the throne to be handled by his Step Mother. The Empire was bound to fall.

Fuck, he could breathe. His chest, or lungs, wasn't cooperating. He'd not dead, he's dying. And he knows it. He was fading, but someone was calling for him. Diana.

"-ease! W- ... -Claude!" Then a scream. It hurt Claude to hear her scream like that. The were soft sounds soundtrack clashing and there was a burn. Fire. The nice warmth left. Gone. The voices of soldiers were gone too. Everything was gone. It was quiet. Nothing. Alone. No... Claude didn't want to die, not yet. He knew it. He should've accepted the Bakugou's invitations and stayed with them for a bit and learn to control his, apparent, 'Quirk' better — he didn't know how he'd gotten it but he'd done research, especially on Nitroglycerin. Why? Because during that time he could've been with them, he'd angered his Step Mother and that was probably what caused the War. His Step Mother went against him. He'd seen the Hero's, they were cool to be with. But Claude had his duties. All he's done in his life was for others and never himself. He regretted not ever getting officially with Diana, not letting himself actually enjoying his youth.

If only... If only he could do it all over again, then maybe, he could even save his people, Diana... Maybe, just maybe... He could-

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Claude pried his eyes open forcefully with as much energy as he had left. No, wasn't he dying? He took in his surroundings. This... Room... His old room. He'd changed his chambers when he was fifteen, does that mean-

Claude had gone back in time, and most definitely before the unexpected War. He could save his people! Claude shot up and sat wide eyed. His breathing quickened in anxiousness and excitement. He pulled the covers away and got out of the bed. But his legs didn't have the strength to support his whole body weight and fell, kneeling on the ground. His eyes watered, hands clenching. No why was he so weak now? He needed to save his people, he couldn't afford to lose now, not after everything he's been through!

"Your Highness!" Fuck, who was it now? Claude lifted his head to find a redhead. Felix. Thank goodness it wasn't that bitch of a mother. "F-Fe-" His voice was hoarse, rougher than his hands. Wait, his hands. Claude examined his smaller hands. It was less rough due to the lesser trainings. The calluses he'd made were gone. His grip was definitely going to be trash. "Here," Felix hooked his hands under Claude's armpits and lifted his to his feet before settling him onto the bed. Claude watched as Felix poured him a glass of water and handed it to Claude. "I should've stopped you from training. I knew you were pushing you self more than usual. I should've-"

"Shut up, this isn't your fault. It was mine. I asked you to go and you were just following orders." Felix blushed and nodded. Claude knew deep down Felix would still blame himself but this is the most he could do to comfort him. "What's the date?"

"16th July, XXXX (no specific year since the Years are everywhere), your Majesty's been out for two hours top. I wasn't counting, sor-"

"Shut up." XXXX, so it would mean Claude was- is thirteen now. Okay, not too bad. He remembered visiting the Bakugou's at the end of the year, so there was still time. Alright, he'd make use of the time now to do what he wants. "Felix, lets go to Japan."