Death's Harvest | Komahina Fanfic

Chapter 19

Jksjdksjdksjks

He's beauty, he's grace.

He'll blow up the entire place.

It's a beautiful piece of artwork made by forever_multi

I've dropped all my uwus.
__________________________________

Nagito had been summoned to the throne room before dawn.

In his usual attire, he dipped his head at the Queen of Hell, her icy blue eyes glued to an enormous stack of papers.

"You called, your Majesty?" Nagito kept his head dipped in a sign of respect.

"I assume you've delivered the invitations already?" The royal scratched something onto a piece of paper with a pen, her eyes still cast upon her desk.

"Yes, your Majesty."

"How about their preferences and seating charts?"

"Finished."

"Who isn't attending?"

"His Majesty and Ryota Mitarai, your grace."

"Have you decided on who to bring to the gala?"

Sweat formed at the base of his neck when the question was asked.

"Is it your apprentice?" The Queen demanded, this time with more force and superiority.

Nagito's head snapped upward, his jade eyes meeting the Queen's.

"Y-yes... your majesty."

She frowned.

"From the past four months you've been together, you and that brunet, you've changed." She narrowed her eyes. "And don't play dumb with me. I know you harbor feelings for him."

Nagito willed his breathing to keep steady. His palms became damp with sweat.

"Just a warning for you," she said, noticing the nervousness building within him. "Don't let him get too close, or he'll ruin everything for you. I don't allow sympathetic Grim Reapers around here."

"Y-your Majesty-"

"Hurry up and double check if anyone bailed out last minute and make sure to pick up your attire for tonight." She waved a hand at him. "You're dismissed."

With a shaky breath, the grim reaper exited out the large doors and back into the bustling corridors.

How had Her Majesty seen through his actions so quickly? He had always distanced himself from Hajime to the best of his extent, but nothing seemed to work.

Something inside the brunet lured him in, tempting Nagito to get closer to Hajime and understand him.

He wanted the mafia lord to trust him, to rely on him for once, just like he did the evening before. Maybe he should con-

"Uh, Hajime? What are you doing?" The albino stared down at the brunet who was laying face-first on the floor.

"What do you think? I fell off the dang bed when I was trying to fix the sheets." Hajime growled, propping himself up on his elbows.

Two tiny black wings sprouted from Hajime's back, now no longer stumps. From the look of it, Hajime definitely hadn't fallen off the bed. And since when did he help clean the room?

"Were you... trying to fly?" Amusement crept through his words, and Nagito struggled not to smile at the other's stupidity.

"No!" Hajime furrowed his brows. "I fell off the bed. I told you already."