Hello again my lovely readers. Sorry abt the late chapter. Our neighbor's house was hit by a tornado. We were fine tho. But we lost Electricity for a couple of days.
"Hello?" The girl's voice called again.
And Kirishima watched, terrified, as his worst nightmare came to life before his eyes.
There was some rustling in bushes, and then Toga stepped out into the road.
"Ah, there you are!" She noticed Bakugou first, not yet seeing Kirishima. When she glanced behind him and saw Kirishima her whole demeanor instantly changed.
"Halfie!?" She asked incredulously.
She had seen him.
It was to late.
He couldn't run now.
And as if that wasn't bad enough, at the sound of his name, another person stepped into the road.
A tall skinny man, with dusty white colored hair, almost with a blue tint to it. His skin looked burned and charred in some places, his eyes were full of a crazy fire, yet they were barely showing between the fingers of a hand covering his face.
A severed hand.
Kirishima new this man, it was Master.
"Well well well, what do we have here? Have I finally found my disobedient dog?" He seemed to question no one at all.
Bakugou vaguely understood what was happening. This was one of the people who had been looking for Kirishima after he had technically kidnapped him, and they probably weren't going to be friendly.
Bakugou was ready to attack at any slight change in their movements.
One wrong move and he would be at their throats.
Halfie was free now."Halfie. Come." Blue hair demanded.
No one moved.
"Halfie. Come. " his voice more demanding this time.
This time Kirishima hesitantly took a step forward.
And that was all it took for Bakugou. He moved in front of Kirishima, blocking him from going any further, and leaped using an explosion so that he was almost flying at the one he now knew was master.
The fucker that had cage a dragon.
His dragon.
And he wasn't going to get away with it if Katsuki could help it.Another explosion was ready in his hand, but he was blocked by a knife. In front of him stood the blonde girl. She to was ready for a fight, with a dagger and each hand. The manic gleam in her eyes told bakugo this wasn't her first rodeo, and those knives were something to be feared.
"Ba-Bakugou, just let me go. It's better this way." The redhead who was usually so confident, stuttered. "No one will get hurt."
"No way in fucking hell! You're mine now! If I won you in that fight, I'm going to fucking keep you, dumbass."
Probably not the right choice of words seeing as what Kirishima was going through, but what the hell.Kirishima's heart pounded painfully in his chest. What was he supposed to do?
"Aww. How very touching." The voice came from behind Bakugou.
Bakugou whipped his head around, and saw that while he was distracted with Toga, that Master guy had gotten behind him.
Behind him where Kirishima was.But before he could react, Toga slashed at his face. He blocked her hand with his wrist, and drop to the ground, to try and sweep her legs. She jumped in the air, right over Bakugou's leg, and kicked him in the face.
Bakugou stumbled backwards, cradling his nose.
"You bastard!" He could feel his nose beginning to bleed.
He made eye contact with Toga, and she began to giggle.
Kirishima couldn't do much against these people, but he couldn't just sit back while he watched bakugou get hurt. He could see Master slowly moving towards him from the corner of his eye, so he ran forward, away from Master, and in font of that mother fucking trator, Toga.
She had been paying attention to Bakugo, still assuming that Kirishima was indisposed by master, and hadn't even seen him come up to her.
She pulled back one of her dagger's, and aimed for Bakugou. But Kirishima was there now.
He grabbed her arm, Keeping her from attacking, and bit down into her bicep. He had used his jagged teeth like this many times in the arena, and it had never failed him before.She screamed, and yanked her arm backwards, only making the wound worse.
Kirishima turned to see if bakugo was all right, and saw him wrestling Master on the ground. Bakugou had his arm around Masters throat in a half choke hold. One of Masters hands was pinned below him, but the other was still free. And Kirishima had seen what his hands could do.
Bakugo sent to explosion into Masters neck, and Kirishima saw Masters eyes roll up into his head.
Maybe Bakugou had won...
But then as fast as a snake, Masters free hand shot up, and grabbed for Bakugou's neck, only coming in contact with the prized cape that hung there. Turning his once scarlet cape into dust.Bakugo lept back from the man on the ground, knowing that if that hand made contact with him, he would be a goner.
The sound of someone popping a cork from a bottle turned Kirishima's head, and he saw toga down some sort of glowing glue potion. The gaping wound on her shoulder quit bleeding, and she ran over to where master lay on the ground.
She then threw a bluish green marble into the air and both she and master were sucked inside of it. Almost as soon as they disappeared into the marble, a purple portal opened up on the ground below it, and the marble was pulled inside.
They were gone.
Bakugo rolled over in the grass sporting a new black eyed. He must have gotten it at some point when Kirishima wasn't watching, and tried to get his breath under control.
The knot of terror in Kirishima's stomach was starting to subside, but it was being replaced by something else. His stomach made him feel as if he was going to hurl, and his skin felt like it was covered with ants.
The world felt like it was closing in on him.
Were those trees always leaning?
It was difficult to breathe. It felt like there was a weight on this chest.
He couldn't move.
He couldn't see.
What was wrong?
Something was wrong!When his vision started going fuzzy, he said
"Bakugou, something is wron-"The world went black, and he passed out.
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A Dragon Called Halfie
FanfictionKiribaku, fantasy AU. When bakugo gets caught stealing from the ringmaster, he is forced to participate in an illegal underground gladiator's ring for his freedom. But he's up against the champion, someone who has been there since the young age of...