Crossing Fates : Special Story 4 - The Dragon Throws A Party (BakuDeku)

8 - Unfamiliar Home

Ochaco was waiting for them in the pickup lane, leaning against an armored black Cadillac Escalade.

Preferring to drive, Katsuki took the keys and slid into the driver's seat while Izuku got into the front passenger seat and Ochaco climbed in the back.

Actually, he would have preferred to avoid the heavy Tokyo traffic altogether and fly directly to the Nyr residence, but there were strict no-fly laws over the area where they were headed.

His cloaking ability was excellent, but he wasn't altogether sure what the human sensors could detect of his presence.

Prosaic radar technology couldn't detect him when he was cloaking, but he would bet the Bakugo Enterprises gross profit for the year on humans having more than just mechanical sensors guarding their capital.

If he were a human in charge of guarding such an important city, he would have squadrons of witches laying protection spells over the city like gigantic, invisible spiderwebs.

In any case, now was also not the time to break human laws and get everybody riled over something relatively unimportant. Not when humankind had become so nervous at the perceived damages caused by the Archaic Races in the last two years.

The Archaic Races held a lot of magical Power, the most in the world. But humans held a lot of power of a different sort, in terms of sheer numbers in their population, along with military strength.

Over the last few centuries, their numbers had multiplied so that their presence virtually covered the earth.

Continuing to coexist was the very best thing that could happen for everybody concerned. If they couldn't achieve amicable coexistence...

Well, the world would get a lot colder and meaner, if that happened.

The possibility troubled him more than he liked to say. So he throttled back his impatience, put the car in drive and pulled sedately away from the curb and into traffic.

"Tell the house staff to prepare a meal for when we arrive," he said over his shoulder.

"You got it," Ochaco said.

He glanced in the rearview mirror. Ochaco's head bent as she texted on her phone.

His attention turned to Izuku, who watched out his own window curiously. The boy had never been to Tokyo before and was hoping to find time to sightsee some of the famous landmarks.

Did Izuku look more pale than usual?

Frowning, he asked telepathically, "You okay?"

Izuku turned to smile at him. "Don't fuss. I'm fine."

Fuss?

He wasn't a fusser.

Scowling, Katsuki accelerated aggressively to cut across traffic to the fast lane. After he finished the maneuver, he told him shortly, "You look pale."

"I always look pale," Izuku placed a slender hand on his thigh.

His mate's light touch managed to dispel his bad temper.

Izuku said aloud, "How long do we have until we need to leave for the PM's Official Residence this evening?"

"Couple hours," he glanced at him again, noting the dark shadows underneath his eyes. "There's time to eat, and you can take a nap before we go."

Izuku shook his head at him with a smile filled with pity. "Oh no, I can't. I've never been to an official gathering before. I'm not going to just throw on clean clothes and run my fingers through my hair like you do."