The Human's Demon Dragon

Chapter Six

“You can’t be that strong?” Olivia said, rolling her eyes.

Draco chuckled deeply as he wiped the sweat off the back of his neck. His muscles toned and large, it was shocking how tanned he was, desperate for the fact he was in the ship all his life. Olivia was already pale, and she concerned if it was her. “Can’t you see my muscles?” Draco asked flexing his right arm, a large fire design tattoo on that arm. “I’m good looking, aren’t I?” He grinned evilly.

Olivia chuckled, placing her book down, “muscles are nothing.” She said even though she was staring at Draco while he was working out.

He was not a teenager; he looked more like a man with his unbelievable toned abs and muscles. What was annoying for Olivia was that she no longer looking down at him, instead she was looking up. He had grown much taller than her and she honestly liked it even though she tells him she hated it. “Okay, let’s arm wrestle and I’m not holding back.” He said as he took a seat across from her and resting his elbow on the table and lifted his hand.

She shrugged, pushed her book aside and rested her elbow on the table and placed her small hand on his. She gave him a brave, serious face, but her mind and heart were going crazy. She did not know why she was reacting like this towards him because he was her friend. Her buddy.

“Ready?” He asked, and she gave him a tight nod, afraid of her voice. “Good!” He said.

A squeal came out of Olivia as she tried pushing down on Draco’s arm. She lifted her other hand to pull his hand down, but it did not budge. She even stood up and put her weight on it. She sat down, huffing in annoyance, and glared at Draco, who had a smirk. He rolled his eyes and yawned, “what are you doing?” He asked.

Olivia leaned forward then an idea came into mind, and she did not want to do it, but she wanted to win. So took a deep breath, and she licked his knuckles. Draco’s eyes widened in shock and his mind was trying to process what happened. But Olivia took this chance and pushed his hand to land on the table.

“YES! I WIN!” She cheered, jumping off her seat, letting go of Draco’s hand and stepped back to dance. “YES! YES! YES!”

A blush was on his face, but he tried to replace it with a playful, angry face. “No fair, you cheated!” He said.

She folded her arms across her chest and looked at Draco with one lifted eyebrow, “there’s no rule in street arm wrestle.” She said lifting her head proudly. “You’re just a sore loser.”

He playfully growled then stood up, Olivia gasped then ran out the run and he followed her. She glanced over her shoulder, realising Draco was exactly right behind her. She screamed as he wrapped his big strong arms around her waist and thrown her on his shoulder. Olivia has always hated being on Draco’s shoulders, she felt like she would fall on her face. She screamed and punched his back, “Draco put me down!”

He laughed, “unless you admitted that you’ve cheated!”

“No! I won fair and square!”

He shrugged his shoulders slightly, “okay... Then I must tickle it out of you.”

With one hand he poked her sensitive spots, she squealed and squirmed trying to stop him. But as always, Draco likes to be number one, “Okay! Okay! I’ll admit, just please put me down first.”

“How would I know it’s not a trick?”

“Have you forgotten your faster than me?” She asked, wondering if she should ask how it was possible for him to run with that muscle. But she kept that question to herself.

With a bit of hesitation, he gently placed her on her feet, and he backed her to a wall then placed his arms on the wall such that she trapped in between them. She gave him a playful glare and folded her arms across her chest, which Draco found cute. “Well?” He asked, lifting an eyebrow.

She sighed, “fine.” She rolled her eyes and unfold her arms. “I... Outsmarted you.” She smirked.

He playfully growled and leaned forward which made her to freeze, what was he thinking? She thought to herself. She tilted her head to the side and her eyes landed on Ase and Emma, who were watching them.

She placed her hands-on Draco’s hard naked chest and tried pushing him back. “Ase! Emma!” She exclaimed with a shade of red on her cheeks.

Draco backed away and glanced at Ase and Emma with a slight glare. Both Ase and Emma chuckled under their breathing, “don’t stop playing one of your strange on our account.” Ase joked with Emma laughing, Olivia’s cheeks deepened in shade and Draco glaring at the two caretakers.

Olivia cleared her throat, trying to act serious, “so wha—what’s the matter?” She asked, stepping forward, away from Draco and the wall.

“Prince Draco, your father would like to have a word with you.” Ase said it with a serious tone, which was a different tone from the others. Draco’s face softened, as he wondered why the sudden request from his father. He always asked to see and talk to his father, but his father, the King, always refused. Why now? What was the matter?

Olivia glanced at Draco, knowing he always wanted to talk to his father but always get denied. “Will my mother be there too?” Draco asked.

Olivia held her breath and noticed both Ase and Emma kept a straight look. But Ase answered, “it’s just your father, he wishes to talk to you and see how you turned out to be.”

“Go Draco, you have lots of questions to ask your father. This is your chance before you land on your home planet,” Olivia encouraged, hoping that his father may have the answers that Draco was looking for.

He sighed and smiled, “yeah... Let’s go Ase.” He said.

“Follow me, young prince.” Ase said turning on his heels and walked down the hallway.

Draco glanced at Olivia, who gave him a nod and smile of encouragement. He nodded, then followed Ase down the hallway. When both disappeared down the hallway, Olivia glanced at Emma.

“How is his father?” She asked.

Emma shrugged, “his well and strong –”

“I mean personality wise.”

“He is... Straight forward and cruel, take no crap.” Olivia gasped in shock; first time hearing Emma say such a word. “What? He said it...”

“I am worried about Draco,” Olivia muttered.

“You should be,” Emma said. “In his father’s eyes his personality is too soft and childish. Not the way a Dragon Prince should behave.”

“Will you guys get in trouble?”

Emma looked at Olivia and changed the subject, “let me take you to your room.” As Emma and Olivia went to her room, Draco and Ase reached the communication room. There was a large monitor on the wall and in front of it was a long semicircle table filled with lots of buttons. There was one seat which Draco sat on, facing the monitor.

Draco felt lots of emotion, excited, nervous, angry but curious. A slight smile was on Draco’s face, Ase noticed it as he pressed some on buttons. He cleared his throat, catching Draco’s attention. “I advise you, sir, not to smile. Your father does not smile that much at all... Unless it’s mischievous,” Ase said.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, “but I’m his son.”

“But still don’t smile...” With that said, he pressed a button, and the screen lit up. Ase stepped aside and stood beside Draco.

An image appeared, a man who looked like an older version of Draco. He had a chiselled jawline, jet black hair with slight grey hair and dark eyes. From his right temple there was his dragon mark, which was a fire design that looked like a tattoo. His face showed no emotion as he looked down at Draco, who had trouble to keep his emotions. “Father,” Draco said, trying not to smile.

King Agni sneered and leaned back against his seat, “Ase, you made my son soft.” He said, ignoring his son’s presence. Ase was quiet, “I thought isolation from here will toughen you up, boy! Maybe being here, not knowing if someone will suddenly pull out a knife to kill you would of toughen you.”

Draco shocked to hear the disappointment from his father. He made sure he trained every day, even sat down to learn to read and write. When Ase told him, his father was proud of his improvement. “You have power, boy! And all you need to learn is to be ruthless. Because this weakness will be your downfall and this kingdom and all we’ve worked for will be all in vain.” King Agni growled, folding his arms. “But at least you will finally be where you belong and kill those who oppose us.”

Draco tensed up, “kill?”

“Yes boy, kill! What’s wrong with that, you killed before, why does it surprise you?”

He glanced at Ase, wondering what his father was talking about. But he remembered that night when he was on Earth, he too angry, so he burnt the forest. He was sure there was no one, only the following day was there a being and that was Olivia.

“Can I at least talk to mother?” He asked in a low tone, afraid of his father’s reaction if he spoke up.

But his father roared out a laugh, then glared down at him, “in a few days’ time you will be home, and you’ll learn to be a man. As for your blood mother, she dead, and I am glad she is because I doubt, she would like to see how weak her son turned out to be.” The screen went black and there was silence in the room.

Dead?

His mother was dead, and he has killed before. He glanced up at Ase, as anger was boiling within him. “Did you know my mother was dead?” He asked.

Ase nodded, “Lady Iris, a high levelled demon, she passed away a week after learning about your birth and health.”

Draco stood up, “and you chose not to tell me!” He yelled as his fists clenched.

“Your father ordered us not to tell you, he wanted to tell you.”

A roar released from Draco as he turned to the door, then he remembered something, “what did he mean by I’ve killed before?”

Ase took in a deep breath, “when you were on Earth and started that fire, there were two humans in that forest. The fire trapped them in the vehicle, killing them both.”

He paced fast, fearing the worst, and he glanced over his shoulder, “did... Olivia know them?”

“Yes, one was her best friend, and the other was a classmate.”

His heart dropped, and he stormed out the room. He killed Olivia’s friend and her classmate. That would explain why she was in the forest. But was she there to find the one responsible for their death and wanted to kill them? But she found the one responsible, instead of leaving him to bleed to death, she helped him. Did she really forgive him or was she told to forgive him?

Was it the reason she rejected his deeper love and want them to be only friends, nothing more? She did not want to love a monster. A murderer. He loved her more than friends; he wanted to be her one and only.

He stopped in front of Olivia’s bedroom door, wanted to storm in that room and ask if it was true. That he killed her best friend and classmate. He wanted to know if she really forgave him or ordered to forgive him. He also wanted to ask if she had any feelings for him. But full of anger and fear, he turned himself away from her door and stormed down to the training pit. He just did not know how he would take it, and he was afraid of hurting her.