Goku scowled at a nearby poster, the familiar face sending him decades back, the poster old despite the number of times I’d been replaced.
Goku stared at the poster a bit longer, the bounty being worth a fair amount of money, enough to help him settle down in a town, and finally find some stability in this dry land.
Living in a food desert was ridiculous, but avoiding another bounty was easy in a place like this. Though, it seems Vegeta was still involving himself in some sort of trouble. Goku should've known his promise was barren.
After all, he was never the kind to promise in the first place.
Goku nibbled on his bottom lip in thought, debating whether or not he should search for the man, the bounty hovering over his head was worth more than Goku could ever imagine.
He crossed his arms, deciding he'd drink on it, walking into a nearby tavern, the reek of old rum and whiskey tickling at his nose.
He sat down at the farthest stool, paying for his drink right away, a simple glass of rum being enough to indulge his senses, and maybe heighten his mind.
The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to rage, he still wasn't over the betrayal, and he didn't think he'd ever be able to let it go.
Eventually, he'd marched out of the tavern, deciding that any longer inside would make him reek of liquor, a smell he despised.
As the sun set, he began his search, he knew Vegeta wasn't dumb enough to roam the desert during the day, there was no way he hadn't seen the bounty over his head.
Goku liked to tell himself he knew Vegeta better than himself, but he didn't know if he could assume that anymore, after that spring, he saw the man again, vouching to never search for him again.
Yet here he was, nearly two years later, searching for him in the places where they'd caused mischief.
Goku tsked at his horse, sprinting through the dry lands, the tumbleweeds occasionally rolling past, a custom Goku had grown familiar with.
He secretly wondered what Vegeta could've possibly done to get such a huge bounty over his head, though he felt stupid even asking himself that question, as Vegeta was the worse of the two.
As nightfall approached, and the moon grew full, Goku’s eyes fell low, reaching a junkyard, a perfect place to set camp, he yawned, hopping off his horse, the surrounding area making him feel strangely squeamish.
He tied his horse around to a nearby sign and began setting up for the night, a campfire for light, and a tent and sleeping bag to sleep in, rinsing his hands and mouth before he laid to rest for a while.
The night grew silent, and when early dawn arrived he whined at the scattering sound, angry that a disturbing sound had awoken him and not Mother Nature itself.
He reached for his pistol, rushing out of his tent in search of whatever was lurking, his eyes adjusted to the sudden dawn, the warm sunrise feeling like a sick lie waiting to swallow him, and although he'd been searching for him, he didn't want to see him.
“Kakarot.”
Goku aimed his gun at the man's head, clenching his jaw, ignoring the ache and anger in his chest.
“Kakarot— you? Did you get out?”
And oh that made him grow even more frustrated, the thought of who was supposedly his “friendly rival” or whatever they were to each other: asking such a ridiculous question.
“No thanks to you.”
Vegeta's brows furrowed, taking a step forward, attempting to make amends, by standing his ground, refusing to look small or feel small.
“Kakarot. Hey, I told you, you misunderstood, it wasn't like that at all.”
“Really? Seriously, leaving me to rot in prison for your mistake, your crime, when you swore- you'd come back to get me out?” Goku’s gun clicked, and Vegeta's face grew expressionless.
“Are you going to kill me?”
“Are you aware of the 500 grand bounty that's located in every single nearby town?”
Vegetas face scrunched up in frustration.
“So what now you're gonna kill me for a few bucks?”
“Who said I had to kill you?”
“Kaka—”
“How does life in prison sound ”Prince Vegeta”? Does it sound appealing? Is that sentence familiar to you?”
“I already told you it was a big misunderstanding. Kakarot, I was on my way back.”
“Over a year later than your initial promise.”
“I had, business to tend to.”
“What business? The flocks of gangs who framed me with your crime?”
Goku unclicked his gun, placing it on the hook on his boot, he took a single step, keeping his eyes on Vegeta as he dug for his ropes.
“Hold out your hands.”
“What?”
“Just do it!”
Vegeta held out his wrists, which Goku immediately rushed to tie the rope secure around his wrists, he hooked the remainder of the rope to the saddle of his horse, his face growing expressionless as he packed up his things and before he could let Vegeta speak again he'd already climbed his horse and begun the long journey back to the sheriff's office.
Vegeta walking closely behind, dragged along, playing stubborn, refusing to walk quickly, resulting in a painful sting to his wrists.
“Are you turning me in?”
“I haven't made up my mind yet.”
The silence after that was agonizing, the only evident sound being the click of his horse's hoofs, and the gushing sound of the desert winds, he pretended he couldn't hear the complaining that came from Vegeta's lips, allowing himself to succumb to a stubborn resentment. He hasn't decided whether or not he was still hurt.
“Kakarot.”
“What.”
“Loosen these up.”
“No.”
“Kakarot.”
“I said no.”
“At least let me ride on the back of the horse.”
“There's no room.”
“Yes, there is.”
“No there isn't.”
“Kakarot!”
Goku brought his horse to a stop, the agonizing hours of hearing Vegeta complain were driving him nuts, the strange familiarity of it, the horrible sound of his complaining— all it gave him was fury.
Goku sighed, clicking for his horse to turn at an intersection, in search of camp, once they'd arrived Vegeta tried to make it a thing to be allowed to be untied, Goku ignored him, knowing fully well that if Vegeta wanted out of the ropes he could've freed himself.
He was more than fully capable of doing so.
“Where are we?”
“Hell.”
Vegeta scoffed, sitting on a scrapped log, hissing at the mosquitos, complaining about them still lingering despite the fall already being evident in the environment.
“You still act like a big baby I see.”
“Says the one hissing at mosquitos.”
The silence grew loud, it was taunting, to both Vegeta and Goku, being in each other's presence was so unfamiliar, yet so familiar, and Goku couldn't tell if he was okay with that or not.
“Kakarot.”
“What.”
“I'm sorry.”
Goku scoffed, ignoring the other man's words, making it a mission to set up for the late night, ignoring the tension in the air that was driving him insane.
Vegeta stayed silent for a moment, watching Goku from the corner of his eye, the scruffed clothes and spiky hair reminding him of the past before he ruined it all.
“Are you going to turn me in?
“I don't know.”
“Kakarot.”
“I don't know! Shut up.”
Goku looked up from his task for a moment, looking at the man with a stressed expression. “Why'd you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Oh come on Vegeta! You know what? Nevermind. I don't wanna know.”
“I did come back for you. I did.”
“Yeah right.”
“I got involved with some nasty people— Kakarot I didn't have a choice. I need you to realize that I didn't have a choice! The prison was safer than the city. It was safe. The prison was safer than anywhere I was.”
“Screw that! I'm fully capable of surviving without your pity.”
Goku scoffed, as he sat on a log across from Vegeta, fighting the urge to rage and throw a few punches at the man.
“The loan sharks would've killed you.”
“They could've killed you.”
The tension in the air felt tight, making Goku frustrated, whether it was sexual or not.
“Did you drink?”
“What? Yeah? That's irrelevant.”
“Kakarot.”
Vegeta tore through the ropes, placing them beside him, awaiting Goku's response.
“Are you going to turn me in?”
“No.”
Within seconds Vegeta was walking towards Goku, making the gravity around them feel thicker, Goku took a step back, glaring at the man.
“Fuck off.”
Vegeta ignored him, clasping his lower jaw, his thumb slightly digging into his chin, forcing the other face towards his.
Within seconds he had pressed his lips against the other in a hungry kiss, in which in response, Goky shoved him off, glaring at the man who had read his mind.
It wasn't long before he'd taken a step back towards the other, ignoring the familiar ache Vegeta’s face gave him, their lips met in a desperate hungry kiss, almost like they were trying to make up for the loss that was the last two years.
They both stumbled, a loss of balance contributing to the extreme closeness, of their current situation. Vegeta pulled away to get a good look at Goku’s face, to which in response to his sultry expression, he only met him with a deeper kiss, trying to ignore the chills that ran down his spine as the other arched into his touch.
And all he could think about now was claiming him as his yet again, and taking him to bed to make up for the lost time.
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He he he, I know this isn't MHA related but someone held me at gunpoint to post this even though it was a gift from my soul but heh, i guess I'm just too good!
Anyways, will attempt to wrote MHA related soon, buh bye!
BKDK; guys i keep thinking about what was possibly running through midoriya’s mind when he saw bakugos lifeless body, and ive also wondered what he’d be like if bakugo didnt make it, so post-war bkdk, but angst instead
writing this in hopes it’ll motivate me to finish my IRR 💝
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Walking through the halls of UA felt wrong; being at UA felt wrong. The orange sun clashed with the colors of the buildings, making Izuku quiver. The bright light shone through him, almost blinding, and he silently hoped that feeling the warm sunlight and staring into the orange would somehow bring Kacchan back.
He failed him. Izuku had failed Kacchan, and he couldn’t fix it, it didn’t matter how many times he silently hoped for a miracle, it didn’t matter all the shooting stars he wished upon, because Katsuki was gone.
Kacchan is gone.
Izuku continued to walk through the building, taking his time when leaving, ignoring any sounds around him, pretending to not notice the looks from his classmates, pretending like what had happened, hadn't actually happened.
Izuku had never expected to wish that the embers would fade sooner rather than later, except now it felt rather pointless to keep the embers, he lost one for all, and he lost Kacchan,
Why should he be a hero anymore?
After all, Kacchan was the hero in his life all along, and now he was gone, Kacchan wasn't here, His constant was gone, and the embers being a reminder of a connection no longer there, was haunting him.
The embers that seethe throughout his body were making him sick, haunting him with images of Katsuki everytime he'd shut his eyes.
His feet dragged along the floor, trying to take a few more steps; he felt like collapsing, his body aching to hit the ground, he couldn't go like this much longer, he didn't want to keep going like this anymore.
Because just when things started to heal between him and Kacchan, Kacchan was ripped away.
Their colors clashed and flashed beyond Izuku’s eyes.
and everytime he was reminded of Katsuki’s lifeless body he wanted to puke.
Everything died in the blink of an eye, taking Kacchan with it, and leaving Izuku here, alone with nothing but a memory, a recollection of sceneries and different sayings, a feeling in his chest that felt like hell,
He wanted to collapse.
He staggered as he reached the steps of the dorm, clasping his mouth over his face, haunted to remember, he’d been hexed, with the worst curse of all.
and the flames that raged within, strangled his heart, reminding him of a dream, a silly childhood wish, a memory of Kacchan and him, and their hopes to start an agency, to be rivals, to fight for number one, died with him, rotting his only motivation to continue.
because Kacchan was gone.
and desiring his presence wouldn't bring him back.
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