𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 (𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏) [Discontinued]

bonus chapter until i write the next one pt.2

king had been given an order from death himself which contradicts the task he's currently working on. king had been sent back to south korea to protect a rich meister that had long since lost his weapon.

death was just now informing him of the kishins awakening, which was bad news for the entire world.

king is the only one that can release the magical energy death placed to keep asura from waking up, which was holding death just inside the perimeter of death city. minor problem, king is about a two hour flight away, and that's not including layovers and setbacks.

well, he did it. king got to death city as fast as possible.

he was expecting damage, but not an entire crater the size of a stadium, which king was sure the city was smaller before he left.

he was stood on a ridge just before the city, most of his boyfriends in weapon form for his convenience. dean and donald were human considering it's hard to walk with a eight foot tall scythe and a longbow.

as he zoned out a figure walked up beside him. looking to his right there stood a blonde in what appeared to be a priest outfit. king didn't really know, and didn't care to ask. but he does know the person is justin, a death scythe.

seeing the two next to each other is comical. king in black skinny jeans with visable fishnets through the rips, black platform boots with buckles up the the knees. his see through lace button up was tucked in, the top three buttons left undone. the sleeves puffed that the end and cinched at the wrist, letting his black rings sparkle in the sun. around his neck was a choker with the same designed chains as his death scythe.

next to him, justin stood in a priests outfit decorated with skulls. instead of a cross necklace he had a silver pendant the shape of deaths head. his blue eyes shifted to the person next to him, who was wearing a black mask to cover the bottom half of his face, while his curly black hair shaded his eyes.

justin didn't have to question the male on who he was, he could easily tell from the attire and the two males to the other side of him.

king didn't even spare the blue eyed blonde a look. he simply continued his walk to the city. death city didn't look much different from before he left. the only difference being the huge craters from what he assumed was a full fledged battle. just as king arrived at the gate of the city, his weapons turned human, probably to walk next to him. the boy knew to grab jakes hand before he wanders off, and jake didn't reject.

jake was swinging their hands, hitting wolf on purpose. king just sighed and flicked jakes nose when wolf turned to argue with him. this made wolf turn back with a smug smile.

petty arguments sounded from the group from the time they arrived in the city, to the time they made it to deaths office. but then death shut them up, to which king was grateful.

death then went on an hour long rant on how his 'old friend' had been resurrected, and was now dead set on destroying earth, which was equally as bad as the idiots arguing. king wasn't very worried about taking asura down, but death was really annoying him. at some point he zoned out thinking of how stein would react to his return, whether it be permanent or not. king had always been steins favorite student, mostly because he kept himself and others out of trouble.

when death finally finished he sent king to class. steins normally emotionless face managed a smile as harley waved while walking past him. his weapons followed him to the back where their seats were.

class didn't have much more time, about fifteen minutes. fifteen minutes of boredom for king.

he suddenly realized he had his sharpie, and so in the next few minutes he drew a different version of the snake tattoos on his arms on dean. you see, king has two snake tattoos that wrap around each arm, and they move. the one on his left arm was a black mamba, the one on his right being a king kobra. occasionally they would flick their tongues and recoil themselves in a more comfortable position.

for awhile king hated having the tattoos, considering they're his least favorite animals. he got them because of a dare, and hated them for a few months. unfortunately, they grew on him(literally), and now they have names. the left one is eggs and the right one is sausage. weird names, but his sister chose the tattoos so he got to choose the names.

the drawings on deans arms were like his, but switched. the kobra was on his left and the mamba on his right. kings whispered something to himself and the snakes started moving. dean was amused seeing his little goth boyfriend basically sparkle with joy from his hard work. dean pat his head, but ended up playing with his hair because of how soft is was.

class came to an end soon and everyone filed out for other activities. king and his boyfriends stayed in the back, letting king continue to add drawings to deans arms and hands. stein walked up the stairs to greet them all.

they talked for awhile before stein let them walk to get lunch. the group skipped going to the lunch room and walked outside to the steps.

wolf chose to sit under one of the candles to the far right of the school. no one ever really had an appetite until dinner so they generally skipped lunch to hang out with just each other. loud groups of people stress harley out, and when he's nervous he scratches at his wrists involuntarily. none of them wanted harley to revert back to old habits so they tried to avoid any situations that were triggering. it had taken them years to get used to helping him, but it was worth it. seeing king always happy was so adorable. although some (coughdonald&wolfcough) wouldn't admit it, they enjoyed his company, and basically rely on it.

he was just so cute. from the way he dresses to the way he talks. he had wide doe eyes that were carefully watching his own hands, as to make sure they didn't stray from the design he was already making on jake. when he finally finished there were trippy lines with spotted mushrooms all over jakes right arm. harley was gently tracing the lines he'd drawn on his forearms.

wolf was getting jealous of the attention the others were getting, so when king finished tracing the wiggled lines he scooped him into his lap. a lot of the times, wolf was king's emotional support, no matter how surprising that is.

the news he got from death did make him a little nervous. the release of one of the strongest kishins was bad, but the world was also at stake. death was relying on king to a point where death was begging him to come back like a desperate puppy. that's a lot of pressure, and not enough time. he can only pray for the best.
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[its three in the morning and i just wrote all of while crying over crush problems. pray for me.]