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LEFT FOR DEAD hunting gear / Fantasy AU/Mundane AU
TW: Graphic violence and suicide.
Continued from day 6.
The pounding rhythm of the hunt should have been familiar by now, but Tsunotaro knew he’d never get used to this feeling.
No matter how many times he was hunted down, though, he knew he would never stop running.
Running with the wind under his wings was better than being nailed down to a specimen board, body decomposing under hot, bright lights for all of eternity.
The pit that opened up in his stomach at such a cruel fate was quickly pushed away as he heard the sound of snapping branches and teleported away.
There was some sort of dampening on the first that was preventing him from using up a lot of his magic at once. He did not recognize the clearing, but the dampening felt natural.
They'd lured him here. He couldn't remember why anymore, as he teleported away once more.
Appearing at his destination, Tsunotaro reached out to steady himself against a tree, clutching his head.
Sparks flew behind his eyelids as he was hit with a wave of dizziness, the scenery around him spinning into a mishmash of color.
Something was sucking and leeching his magic. The disruption field had to be more complicated than he was giving it credit for.
He felt lightheaded, and it was impacting his ability to think. Tsunotaro tried to shake off the fog as fast as possible, knowing he needed his mind clear if he wanted to escape.
A cough, and a spark. He didn't know how much he had, but Tsunotaro could sense he had enough firepower to scare off at least as small handful of suppression soldiers.
Leaning against the tree, Tsunotaro sank a bit.
He was tired of running. He'd done so seemingly his whole life, but the last few years had reached a peak that were driving Tsunotaro to a breaking point.
Through blurred vision, he looked down at his hands. Would it be... better if he just finished things himself?
What kind of life was this?
He didn't get the chance to ponder this a moment more. A whoosh of air, and a dull thud in his back told him he'd been struck by an arrow.
Tsunotaro teleported away, adrenaline and instinct kicking in, and he lunged at a soldier holding a bow.
The solider whirled around and tried to fire, but the arrow didn't have the strength to make it far before Tsunotaro knocked her to the ground before she could scream.
Her teeth were gritted in a snarl against him, but Tsunotaro didn't question her bravery as he dented her armor with a punch to the chest.
He raised his fist again, but was stopped by someone knocking into him, sending him to the ground next to the soldier.
Now it was his turn to snarl, as his head was shoved down and his arms pinned behind his back.
Tsunotaro tried to raise his head, desperate to see what was coming, but someone seemed to be exerting a lot of force to keep his head down.
The rattling of chains sent his heart into overdrive, and it seemed the soldiers could sense that, because one of them got on his back.
"That's right," one of them hissed. "Can you hear that, little mutt?"
Tsunotaro shoved the ground with every muscle he had, and successfully flipped himself around, knocking the guard off.
His little speech had been his downfall.
But the victory Tsunotaro had won was short-lived. They threw the ropes of iron over his skin, and a sensation of burning began to spread across his skin, as through he were a woodland in the throes of fall being ravaged by an all-consuming wildfire.
He felt his air being suddenly and harshly cut off as someone crushed his throat.
"Tell me what the other side looks life," said the soldier who was on his throat, knife raised in the air. "And I'll go a bit easier on you later."
He felt a breath of air forced out of him as the knife entered his left side, a hand below his shoulder.
A shimmer of light burst through Tsunotaro's vision in that same instant, fast enough that the solider was still holding onto the knife.
He fell over, partially dislodging the blade from Tsunotaro's chest.
There were a few hurried sounds of clanging and clashing, and then a familiar figure appeared.
"Goddamnit," they said, and Tsunotaro would know that voice from anywhere, even in the dead of night.
Which was similar to what he was able to see right now- pitch black, right before he passed out.
--
A familiar sight awaited Tsunotaro, and he was happy to awaken to the sound of cooking- pots and pans, the noises of nourishment.
On his chest was Yuu, the mage of his dreams and savior of his nightmares. They worked so hard, and were so peaceful in sleep, Tsunotaro couldn't help but stroke their head as it lay against their chest.
They were too light a sleeper for their own good, though, and Yuu woke up at the touch.
Yuu inhaled, blinking away sleep. "There you are," they said as if he'd been lost, exhaustion in their voice as they pushed off of Tsunotaro's chest. "You're awake."
"You need to go back to sleep," said Tsunotaro, pushing on their head. "I'll follow."
"No, no," said Yuu, standing up on their knees as they tried to maneuver off of Tsunotaro's sickbed without elbowing him. "You sleep."
"I feel well-rested," he insisted, noting that the ache in his head was gone, and the soreness in his muscles was dulled.
Yuu scoffed. "Shut up. Close your eyes."
"Really," he said, sly smile on his face. "I-"
Yuu threw down a pot and marched abck over to his bed. "I'm not asking! Sit down, and go to bed!"
They said it with such venom that Tsunotaro was surprised back into his bed, wide-eyed. He hadn't realized they weren't just playing a game.
Yuu glared at him for a few more uncomfortable moments, and all of the sarcastic and flippant playfulness left his body.
Their jaw twitched, but Yuu said nothing more as they returned to the kitchen.
Something about this wasn't right. Yuu was tense with anger in a way Tsunotaro had rarely seen.
He knew he could be a bit reckless, but Yuu knew that as well. They'd been working on it together, and Yuu had identified some sort of issue in how he perceived pain, as opposed to how people normally felt it.
But they'd had to leave, and Tsunotaro had been more upset by that for reasons he couldn't identify. It had rankled the mood of their final meeting, and he had been able to tell that Yuu was bothered, too.
In the present, Yuu was muttering something.
"Goddamn stupid," he could make out.
Tsunotaro wasn't sure what to do, and debated whether or not it was best to leave Yuu alone or reassure them of... something.
Yuu glanced over and Tsunotaro's gaze caught ther eye. They seemed a bi embarrassed to be caught, but just bit their lip sourly and stalked off.
"I'm sorry," said Tsunotaro to Yuu's back.
They paused for a moment, but resumed their fiddling with the magic pots.
"You were right," he said.
At taht, Yuu's body finally stilled. They stood there for a while, not making a sound, before marching back over, ducking their head so Tsunotaro couldn't see their face, and climbing into bed ith him, back into the position they;d been in before.
Against his body, Tsunotaro could feel the soft sobs warcking their body.
"You're mean," said Yuu, tears thick in their voice.
"I'm sorry," said Tsunotaro, unable to say anything more.
