The two princes

I know what i am

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Katsukis pov

Haha fuck my life.

Who would fucking care if I would just...

Raining on my pity party

Pathetic aren't I

Crying, feeling sorry for my self

I'm laughing feeling the pain

Put pleasure on my skin

Who would fucking care

If I died

Who would cry

Who would remember me

Pathetic aren't I

I'm falling into my own trap

Hah

Fucking kill yourself

Nobody's stopping you

Pathetic aren't you

Scary world out there

You'll become nothing more then-

Shut up

I know what I am

A monster

A disappointment

An attention seeking bitch

A whore

A disgrace to the royal family

An arrogant git

don't tell me what I am. I know what I am

A slut with a big ass and anger issues that's a piece of shit on the royal family tree that will be forgotten and if not, remembered as the useless fucking gay brat who was too weak to go to war so he stayed at home and bullied his only friend. What a piece of shit

whatever you say I am, I am. If I wasn't, then why would I say I am?

A kid will always grow into what you call it.
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Katsukkkkiii

What

I can see it, front page.

What on the front page?

The only heigh to the thrown, abusing his husband!

I'm not fucking abusive.... stop it...

"Prince Ejirou found beaten, kicked out of the castle" sounds good for a article Hm? Watcha think

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Fucking memories and images of that flushed through my head, it just reminds me of the old hag and my dad.

I felt a sudden pain flick into my head. I looked down where I could feel slight stinging. I looked down, shocked. It looked like my arms had been attacked by a cat. I must've gotten angry. I laughed as one dry tear fell onto the new red lines, it slightly stung and it felt good.

Not good enough

It's not good enough.

I looked for where I dropped the little razor and found the sharp side had a straight line of blood on it. "Pft" I laughed in my head, enjoying the feeling of this, the feeling of slowly making scars of my choice. I took the blade, held it between my fingers and slowly glided over the red lines. They stung 3x the amount, it felt comfortable. Knowing that I've gotten my punishment from my self. Self discipline.

I just laughed as I saw the tiny blood drips slowly trickle from the cut. I grabbed my box where all my razor blades are and it hit the bottom with a clink. I hid it behind my photo frame on my window sill. I went back to where I was sitting and pulled my sleeves down feeling incomplete. It wasn't enough for 'it'. The voice.

I'm a fucking psycho. I like the fact that I know what's under my sleeve and nobody else knows.
"Knock knock" it was Jirous voice. Do I say something
"Fuck off looser" I heard a huff then I could tell she was sliding down the door.
"Katsuki, come on. I want to see you, the castle has felt, incomplete without you mate"
I felt a bit of happiness but it quickly got shut down. Yea right who would miss you.
"Just fuck off Kyoka I'm busy"
"Doing what?"
"Fuck off, you don't like it when I ask questions about your business" it was normal for me to do that, it's normal. It's normal to do this and act like this....

I heard a sigh then the sounds of her walking off. I could feel a bit of loneliness on one side of my head but I felt guilty for wanting comfort. I don't need it. Shit it's dinner soon. Fuck that. I'd rather starve then come in contact with anyone. I'm gonna get changed then I'll get to bed, staying up till 4am, trying to block out my shit life and emotions by watching YouTube videos to distract me. Sleeping would be easier for everyone else but no. Why the fuck can't I go to sleep? Am I scared? I just don't like wasting this time.

Ejirous pov

I put my stuff in it's normal place. I looked around my room. My bed half broken and my blinds are cracked. I try to keep it as clean as I can but humans naturally make dirt so I can't blame it on myself. Its fine though. I've been living in it for too long to not think about it any other way. I grabbed my phone and I noticed I didn't have Katsukis number. I felt slight regret not getting it.

The only reason i have a phone is mostly to tell the people of the country that I'm not mistreated. I turned on my sides and felt something in my back pocket. I got excited hoping it was a note that Katsuki put in. I took it out and it was just a receipt. I felt a bit of hope wear away. I grabbed a pillow and put one hand behind my head. I realised I still had my hair gel in. I have to wash it out or my hair will be all weird tomorrow.

I walked to my bathroom and switched the hot water on and it was straight away boiling hot, I felt a bit of luck replacing the hope I lost. I undid my belt and hung it around the towel rack, I pulled of my ripped jeans and I smelt a different smell, I held the denim to my nose and wow. I put my head back enjoying the leftover smell of which Katsuki left when he was sitting on me. It didn't smell like my body spray, the smell of me is hair gel and lynx Africa. The smell of Katsuki was sweet and smelt like determination, if that's a thing.

I slid of my T-shirt and scrunched the fabric into a ball, smelling it, the smell was stronger on my shirt and oh was I grateful. His natural smell was like a petrol and caramel mix. It's strangely beautiful and luring. It's like he sweats sweet fragrances. Stop it Ejirou, your being weird. I didn't want to wash the shirt, I want to keep it like this. Every other piece of clothing was scattered across the floor except the now folded shirt on the bathroom draws.

I got into the boiling hot water and it was bliss. I grabbed my lynx body wash and scrubbed it over my body, only where I needed it. I closed my eyes rubbing the shampoo into my scalp. I remembered when I was in the shower with Katsuki, agh get him out your head. I've had my mind fixed on him since he left, I want to be with him, hold his hand and I want to kiss those perfectly shaped lips. Is that weird?

I leaned on the tile wall and just imagined putting my lips onto his. The thought seemed magical. I smiled and I got a bit hot just imagining how lucky I would be. When we was in the shower... I wanted to stay there for ever. Holding him, hands wrapped around his body with burning water on my back keeping us from the coolth. Him leaning back into my body and touch with his eyes closed, his head hitting my shoulder. His neck even looked a perfect colour.

I think I'm falling hard

Sorry this is a short chapter🥺and I know these chapters are sad so I'm so sorry