AS/TM fic
The One Who Got Away
Akuma Shogun > Terryman
Akuma Shogun was silent as he tipped the wine glass in his hand, sipping at the almost blood like red liquid in it. His knights were off somewhere training and he liked it that way. It meant he could concentrate on more important things. Akuma was relaxed sideways on his throne, his legs thrown over the side of it as he sipped the wine from his glass. Had his knights seen him like this, they would have died from shock. His relaxed pose made him seem almost human.
Akuma's thoughts were drifting back to the last seven knights who had left the base to infiltrate the Chojin Crown. They had failed, they had been locked up. But evantually they had escaped and attacked Kinnikuman, the winner of the Chojin Crown. But he wasn't thinking about that, he wasn't thinking about that bastard Buffaloman, who had betrayed him, wasn't even thinking of Kinnikuman. He found his thoughts turning to a certain Texan Justice Chojin... Terryman.
Akuma chuckled and shook his head. It was abnormal to be thinking about a Justice Chojin for such a large period of time. He should be thinking about Buffaloman. Or his knights... or anything else other then Terryman. Akuma leaned back in his throne, drinking the rest of the wine in his glass and turning to the small table next to his throne to retrieve the bottle, filling up his glass and placing it back. He twirled his glass, watching the red liquid inside. His thoughts turned back to Terryman and he sighed frustrated, finishing off the wine in his glass and grabbing the bottle, taking a large swig out of it. Terryman... Akuma actually found himself flushing darkly and figured he'd drunk too much alcohol.
Terryman had no idea how lucky he was. He had been so close... so unusually close to becoming a Demon Chojin. And he had no idea. Akuma could remember that day clearly in his mind. His knights had been on edge, watching the matches between the Justice Chojins and Buffaloman's group. Robin Mask... Warsman... Rikishiman... they were dead. And only Terryman's match against Mountain remained. Akuma was not prepared for what had happened that day. He wasn't prepared for Terryman to lose it and attack Mountain with enough rage that it Akuma could actually feel it... and as Terryman's blind anger, hatred and rage tore into his mind that day, Akuma had actually shivered from the intensity of it.
Somehow, Terryman had done something to him that day. And for some unknown reason, he had been invading his thoughts ever since. Akuma took another swig out of his bottle. He couldn't help but daydream about what it would have been like if Terryman had switched sides. If Terryman had become a Devil Knight. Akuma clutched onto the bottle in his hand, lost in daydreams of "what ifs". Akuma was always used to getting what he wanted so this irritated him to no end.
A Justice Chojin could have been his. Not just any Justice Chojin, but that foolish prince Kinnikuman's best friend. Terryman wasn't even that strong but he, Akuma Shogun, wanted him. The realisation hit him like a punch in the face. He wanted Terryman. And it didn't matter if he was a knight or not. He just wanted him. Akuma looked down at the wine bottle. He was too sober to be thinking like this.
End
Crappy ending XD I just couldn't think how to end it.