《My Lazy Prince》Chapter 13
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Doma starred at the (H/C) haired girl. He took a few steps back, as his lips and hands trembled.
"I finally lost it…" he said, smiling psychotically. He gripped his hair, as he just kept chanting to himself that he’s just imagining things. "I’m just hallucinating. I’m losing my mind."
(Y/N) got up, and looked at her beloved with sorrowful eyes. "Doma-san…" she said, reaching for his hand, but Doma just stepped back.
"She’s not here. She’s not here." The blonde demon kept repeating to himself.
(Y/N) watched as Doma kept chanting to himself. She couldn’t bear to watch this. She took a deep breath, and slowly walked closer to Doma.
"My prince…" (Y/N) wrapped her arms around her beloved’s neck. "I’m here"
Doma felt warm lips press against his. His eyes widened feeling the warm heat he has missed for so long. He wrapped his arms around (Y/N)’s waist. The (H/C) haired female retracted from the kiss, not letting go of Doma.
"(Y/N)-chan…" Doma muttered. "You’re here." he said, smiling.
The blonde demon hugged his beloved tighter, while burying his head on (Y/N)’s shoulder.
"Doma" (Y/N) said softly, placing her hand on the blonde demon’s hair.
"Yes, my diligent wife?" Doma asked, expecting for (Y/N) to stroke his hair.
(Y/N)’s expression changed, as she pulled Doma’s hair, removing his head from her shoulder.
"DON’T! FUCKING THINK I HAVENT BEEN WATCHING YOU!!"
"EH!?"
(Y/N) let go of Doma’s hair, while unleashing her sword. "It's time for you to pay for your actions, you lazy prince." The young female stated bitterly, with a pissed of aura. At that point, Doma knew what he had to do…
Run.
"COME HERE YOU LITTLE-" (Y/N) yelled, running after Doma.
"I’M SORRY, (Y/N)-CHAN!!!" The blonde demon shouted, as he ran for his life.
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"SORRY!? SORRY IS NOT GONNA BRING BACK ALL THE WOMEN YOU KILLED!!!" (Y/N) shouted back.
It is true that (Y/N) didn’t see Doma for over a decade, but that didn’t mean she hasn’t been keeping an eye on him. Being the Hashira of gems has its benefit.
Uzui’s crow loves jewels. So (Y/N) gives the sound Hashira’s crow a certain amount of gems, in exchange for daily updates on Doma. You can only imagine how furious the young female was, when she found out how many women Douma had eaten.
No, (Y/N) does not have a crow of her own. She rejected the offer, after a certain incident regarding some of the Hashira’s crows.
Doma was sitting on the ground, as he rubbed the bump on his head. (Y/N) had placed something in her sword, making Doma’s regeneration slow.
"You're so mean, (Y/N)-chan" Doma pouted.
The (H/C) haired female sighed and sat down next to her beloved. She leaned on his shoulder, making Doma look at her.
"It's nice to see you again, my prince." (Y/N) softly said. Doma’s mood lightened up, as he hugged the young female back, tightly.
"I MISSED YOU TOO, (Y/N)-CHAN!!!" the blonde demon exclaimed. (Y/N) chuckled a bit at how childish Doma was acting. The two then started to converse with each other.
"So you became Upper Demon Moon 2?" the young female smirked.
"Umhm" Doma nodded.
"Hmmm, maybe I should just kill you right here. I’m sure Ubuyashiki and my fellow Hashiras would love that~."
"(Y/N)-CHAN!?!? YOU WOULDN’T!"
(Y/N) started laughing evilly, making Doma scared all the more. She said she was just joking, and the two continued their conversation.
Hours had passed, and the sun was slowly rising up. "Ara~ It’s morning already?" Doma said, as he saw the big ball of light rise up. "Can we see each other again?" he asked.
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"Next week, near the cult." Doma agreed, as he watched (Y/N) brush off the dirt of her haori. The young female stood up, and the blonde demon followed.
"Ah! (Y/N)-chan!" Doma exclaimed.
"Yes?"
"Sorry for the whole almost killing you thing." Doma apologized, referring to what happened a couple hours ago.
(Y/N) smiled, "It’s ok, Doma-san."
She then started to put her fox mask on, until Doma exclaimed another question.
"Wait a minute, (Y/N)-chan! How are you gonna tell your master about your mission?"
"Well, are you still gonna terrorize this village?" (Y/N) asked.
"Nope! There’s really nothing much to eat here. I already killed them all." Doma said, like he doesn’t feel guilty for eating all those people (which he probably is).
"Then I’ll just say I slaughtered the demon, but the whole village was already wiped out by the time I arrived. Simple." The young female explained. "It’s not like it's the first time I ever lied to Ubuyashiki."
Doma nodded, while mentally sighing in relief. "You should probably go back to the cult. The sun is almost going to fully rise." (Y/N) said, walking away from the blonde demon.
"Wait!" (Y/N) looked back, only to feel her mask get lifted up, as Doma gave her a small peck on her lips. "See you next week, my diligent wife"
(Y/N) blushed madly, pulling her mask down. "G-goodbye, my lazy prince." she flusteredly said.
The (H/C) haired female started walking away. At some point, she looked back and saw Doma waving at her. She waved back, and after a few seconds, Doma was gone.
The Hashira of gems looked up into the sky, which was now lit by the bright sun. She smiled, as she started heading back to the Ubuyashiki mansion. At least now, she has something to look forward to.
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