Unlike you though, Masaki lasted a little longer before he resorted to violence whereas you only lasted 15 minutes.” Satoru scoffed, pride in his eyes for his young grandson. “How, Father? I may have fought for my marriage but I never blew the head of an elder off.” Gouki replied with amusement. Both grandfather and father cried not for the killing that Masaki had done. “That child reminds you more and more like you, Gouki.” Satoru sighed as he shook his head. Next to him sat Ichijou Satoru, the grandfather of Masaki and the father of Gouki. From where he was sitting near the door and a seat to the left of where Masaki had just vacated a few moments ago, Ichijou Gouki smirked. The elders all relaxed though their fear still remained. The moment the Ichijou heir left the room, the pressure vanished too. Seeing them all shake their heads, he sheathed his weapon before sweeping out of the room, George following behind him. “Anyone else?” Masaki growled as he scanned the pale faces of the elders.
Lowering it, cold emerald gazed apathetically at the murder he had just committed. All eyes turned from the murder to Masaki, who had his gun-like CAD pointed at the area where the elder’s head used to be. The headless corpse of the elder fell to floor. This proved to his fatal mistake, for soon after, his head was a blood splatter on the wall. What can a brat like you do to us?” An elder, who obviously didn’t believe Masaki would go through with his threat, arrogantly claimed. “You brat! How dare you go against us?!?! We are you elders! Youshould just be quiet and obey. If you try, I WILL end you like the insignificant pests that you are.” At these words, a pressure was mounted upon the elders, showing just how serious he was. I will marry who ever I want and that is not up to you. For years now, I have let you dictate too much of my life. Coiling around the furious Masaki, the solidified red Asian dragon focused it angry gaze upon it’s master’s prey. The head elder moved to protest but fell silent when a glowing silhouette formed, a spirit animal that represented Masaki perfectly, a royal dragon. His power erupted and Masaki felt his calm fall away, his rage in his eyes as he glared. Masaki growled and stood before angrily sweeping the files off the table. Hearing that was the last straw for Masaki. Of course, to help you choose a bride, we have candidates ready.” The head elder stated as he gestured to a pile of files of aristocratic ladies on the table in front of Masaki. So we, the elders, would like for you to marry. “Masaki, you are almost at the age where you’re eligible for marriage. “Can you repeat that?” He hissed out harshly, George inching away from him warily, aware that Masaki was ready to erupt at any time. Slitted emerald eyes, so much like a dragon’s, opened and met those of the elders of the clan. Closing his eyes, forcibly calming himself, he let out a hiss. How dare they?!?! He wanted to rage and rampage but controlled himself. His clan wanted to tie him to an unwanted marriage and separate him from his love, the only one who held his heart. But this? Never had Masaki been like this. He was almost always serene and cool headed. How dare they?!?! How dare they try to to chain him, to separate him from his beloved? His eyes, a glowing wrathful emerald, pierced into the frightened eyes of his clan.īy all standards, Ichijou Masaki was a pleasant person. An aura of pure anger around him, he glared at the ones who incited this fury within him and awoke the slumbering dragon. “Tat-chan, why didn’t you tell Mama that you had such a daring suitor? Don’t you worry though, Mama supports you all the way! MasaTatsu for life!!” Turning to her child, she said a statement that caused Tatsuya to almost choke on his coffee. All the while this happened, Maya and her child watched in amusement, which the mother a little analytical. They’ve had many opponents but their biggest challenger came in the form of the Red Prince himself, Ichijou Masaki, the most determined and the one most fitting for their treasure? Seeing the family as nothing but a challenge, Ichijou Masaki set out to earn his future in law’s approval.
The Yotsuba saw no one as fitting enough for their treasure and made sure to scare away any suitors. Maya let her son do as he pleased and the family watched on as their treasure flourished. He is their heir and he is their treasure. He is the savior child that the Yatsuba wanted. He is the darling son of Maya, the only one who she saw as equal to the clan, the only one she loved dearly and wholly, her sweet child. Born to one Yotsuba Maya, he is the greatest magician of the Yotsuba.
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