My Lie, Your Ring, This Rose| Kamukoma

🥀 Chapter 5 🥀

Time or force? Should I have waited for love to come upon me or forced it? Would it have mattered either way? Time goes by rapidly, you cannot stop it for yours or anyone's sake. It goes by like an umbrella in a thunderstorm. The grey clouds engulf the sky and a thick blanket is now above the person holding the umbrella. All of a sudden, it starts raining. The little tear drops from the clouds slap against the umbrella's purple canopy. The umbrella is suffering with each passing second. The person's grip gets tighter on the umbrella, hoping that would do something. Although they try to take control over the umbrella, the thunderstorm wins. The clouds become more angrier and the wind becomes more annoyed as it howls into the night. The wind surrounds the area and hugs the moon's light that glows on the pavement. The umbrella is fluttering like a dainty, broken butterfly and it can't hold still. Soon after a fierce battle between the sky and the umbrella, it flys away into the distance. The umbrella looks like it's sitting on the wind itself as it travels further and further away. Leaving the person holding it, cold and soaking wet. I would be the person, I would suffer because I didn't make a move. Force was necessary. I couldn't wait my whole life for something to happen when it wouldn't. I carefully stepped over the broken glass on the floor and scratched my head. Fuyuhiko had broken the glass during the brotherhood cup and hasn't bothered to clean it up.
"Hey, don't you think that we should clean this up?" I asked him. He abruptly turned around, his black wings fluttering ever so slightly.
"Nah, they don't care about mess in Hell. The workers will clean it up," he shrugged and carried on walking. I turned around to look at the glass one last time before exiting the hotel room's door.
"If you say so," I muttered. We went down the the hotel's entrance where with a black car was Peko. I smiled and waved at her and she waved back. Loads of demons are out today, it was busy yesterday but this was way busier. The screens on each building had a picture of the royal palace. Was this the news channel, perhaps? That would make sense as they would be recording live footage of what is happening. Fuyuhiko got in the car and slammed the door.
"Hi Peko, good to see you," I quickly stated and also got in the car. My wings felt a little cramped inside but I pushed the feeling aside.
"Same to you Nagito," she replied and started to drive. As we were driving, we stopped to let some people cross. They looked as if they were in a parade. Multiple demons holding signs saying 'Finally the day has come!' and 'Our Prince is getting married!' crossed the road. People are way too excited for this. This is just over the top. I tugged at my sleeve as nervousness filled my body.

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Time or force? Time is a reminder that life is passing by each second. Time is everywhere, from the golden, emerald watch that someone's wearing to watching the seasons change month by month. It would not matter to me whether I waited to find love or I did not. I have already stated multiple times and will not state again that I do not want love. That is where force comes in. I am not forcing anyone to do this competition, they merely want to do it to get out of their boring life. I will choose who I believe is most necessary for myself and my realm. I stood still in the ballroom. My hair being compliant with the move and my shoulders relaxed. This was one of the most peaceful places in the palace. No one comes here and I'm glad that they don't. It was a place where I could be alone with my thoughts. Although, someone is going to burst through those doors any minute now, aren't they? I sighed and moved over to the doors and pushed one open. Kirumi stood there fidgeting with her dress. She pushed some of her hair aside and fixed her posture.
"Sir, it is time," she sternly replied.
"Of course," I nodded and she lead the way. We walked down the multiple halls.
"Have you conjured a plan?" I asked her. Her lips formed a straight line and her eyes glanced at the wall.
"To separate the demons from the ultimates? Yes, I have," she confirmed.
"What is it then because you're not entirely sure it will work," I stated. She sighed.
"There are over fifty workers in the main room. The demons who wish to be suitors will go up to the workers and tell them their name. Then the workers will check if they're ultimates or not. If not, they go home," she explained.
"That seems like a perfectly good plan. What are you worried about then?" I questioned her. Her hands went behind her back to hide them shaking. She shook her head so that her hair wasn't sticking to her forehead.
"Nothing sir," she muttered. I frowned and carried on walking to the throne room. It must have something to do with her friend. The one she met the other day in the Heaven realm. The throne room's doors were overbearing and made of onyx. A delicate black stone which could only be found in specific parts of Hell. I walked in and all the workers stood still. Some were cleaning the throne and some were making sure the red curtains were drawn. When they saw me, they all exited out. My long noir suit waved elegantly as they all rushed out.
"Sir, all you have to do is wait and we shall bring all the Ultimates to you," Kirumi bowed. "Very well," I replied and firmly nodded. She left the room, leaving me all alone.

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The lines of people stretched from the entrance to the large, graceful palace that was a deep obsidian black to a place where the naked eye couldn't see. Waves of people stood, hope flowing through their veins that they would be chosen. If Peko wasn't such a fast driver then we wouldn't have been one of the first to arrive.
"Geez, look at all of these people. Some are just idiots if they think that the prince will choose them," Fuyuhiko snickered. Peko sighed and glanced around at all of the people. She was firmly clutching on her bamboo sword as if someone were about to attack us at any second. I looked past at the demon in front of me. Her wings were stretched in such a manner that I could barely see in front of me. Were we three people or two people away? Who knows. Suddenly, the girl in front of me turned around and huffed. Her braids dangling angrily.
"Th-this is a w-waste of time. I'm out o-of here because he p-probably won't even ch-choose me. P-pathetic Prince," she yelled and then stormed off. Or at least tried to storm off as with the multiple crowds and news anchors it was getting hard to walk.
"Next please!" a man yelled. It's my turn, my turn for a new life. Fuyuhiko pushed me forward and I trembled slightly.
"Hi I'm Nagito Komaeda," I started. The man nodded and looked at his portable laptop which was floating.
"Ahh yes, Nagito. You got into Hell because...you wanted it?" he questioned. I froze. They had a whole profile on me- does that mean it says I'm an angel?
"Don't look so frizzed up! Loads of people are weird and want to get into Hell, I mean look at the place! Technology is practically buzzing here. Although, with your frontotemporal dementia and stage 3 malignant lymphoma you do think rather oddly," the worker commented and scratched his chin. I just nodded, wanting to know whether I'd be accepted or not.
"So to put it straight, we're only selecting Ultimates to join...and the only the first few Ultimates. It's like first come, first serve. Since you're the Ultimate Luck you are accepted into the competition!" he explained joyfully and stood up clapping.
"First one to get accepted!" he yelled at the press and they instantly started taking pictures of me. I bit my lip as the flashes blinded my eye left to right. It was annoying to see the lights and I started to scratch my arms. Although, I was annoyed I couldn't help but be so happy. I was in! I was in just because of my unpredictable talent of luck! How lucky. I'm so...grateful.
"Alright, that's enough!" Peko yelled and soon the flashes stopped.
"Go through those onyx doors and head right into the dinner hall," he smiled and waved his hand as if to gesture me to go. Fuyuhiko pulled my arm and we heaved through the crowds and into a small secluded place.
"You better win this for me!" he grinned. I laughed and hugged him which was unusual. He tensed up and just patted my back awkwardly.
"If anyone is bothering you, just call us," Peko nodded, still holding her sword.
"With what phone?" I gave a small giggle.
"They should have some in the palace," she muttered.
"Bye Nagito! Have fun. You better call us," Fuyuhiko muttered. I nodded.
"Bye Nagito," Peko smiled.
"Bye guys, thank you for believing in trash like me," I smiled. Fuyuhiko face palmed and Peko just chuckled. I walked into the doors and closed them gently. The doors were so beautifully delicate that a single shove of them could break it. I couldn't help smiling. I can't believe I got in. This could just be the most happiest day of my life. Although, something bad will most likely happen soon. So much good luck could only mean one thing. I turned around and to my surprise, someone was looking at me. His hair was an inky pool of black and each single string looked like it was dancing to its own tune. They say that eyes are windows, the thing is I couldn't see through his. There were no emotions present in his firefly red eyes that were a swirling mystery. His skin was pale just like mine and I couldn't help but stare at him. The same guy who I saw in Heaven. The same guy who I wished to...get married to. This is him, correct? Izuru Kamukura- the Prince of Hell.