Destiny/BNHA: The Explosive Twin and the Vandguard

chapter 3

Fire, smoke, and ash are all that I dreamed of. Death and destruction is all that I saw. The war took a lot from those in it, and I can't seem to forget. I was sitting in my void with my eyes closed, and my hands covering my ears. The screams always filled me with sorrow, reminding me of the people we lost. The explosions reminded me of everything that went wrong... and all that we UA students lost. There isn't a single night where I don't dream about the horrors that I seen in the war. I heard whispering all around me, and I furrowed my eyes, trying to block them out. Another person's hands go over mine, and I gasped in surprise, looking up quickly. It was a man wearing white, and he had no face. He pulled my face into his chest, and hugged me saying," Do not be afraid my child. I will keep the nightmares at bay. For now, rest and get ready. You're soulmates await for you to wake."

I wanted to ask what he meant, but everything was going dark, showing I was starting to wake up. I opened my eyes quickly, and gasped, sitting up in an instant. I breath fast, and tried to get air into my lungs again. I grasped my chest, and tried to slow down my breathing, looking at the clock. It was around three in the morning, and I could hear the others were still asleep. I knew that I wasn't going to go back to sleep, not after my repeated dream. I walked into the kitchen, and leaned against the counter, sighing in frustation. I wished that these nightmares of the war would vanish, but I knew that isn't how it worked. Trauma takes time to heal from, and that is something I accepted a long time ago. I frowned when I heard two of the others whispering, I sighed, know I woke them up in some way. From the metal clacking on ground, I knew that it was Cayde coming this way. I heard him walk into the room, but he kept the lights off, which I am glad for. "... I hope I didn't wake you." I whispered, looking down at the counter, and tried not to squirm from his staring.

" No. My kind don't need to sleep that much. I can't say the same for you humans. Can't sleep?" He told me softly, closing my eyes, and sighing in exhaustion, feeling the ache all the way down to my bones.

I chuckled hollowly, and rubbed my eyes, saying," Not as much as I used to. I do not wish to worry you and the others though. It is something I have been trying to deal with for a while now. I... will be fine."

I heard him walk further into the room, and leaned against the counter next to me, looking at me in concern. His eyes glowed in the dark, and they lit up his face, allowing me to see the concern he felt for me. " You can let us worry about you a little. We know a thing or two about bad dreams. Want to talk about it?" He told me, looking at him in the eyes, and tried to see if he was playing with me.

He wasn't; that much I could tell. I rubbed the back of my neck and swallowed thickly, saying," Only somethings. I am not ready to talk about... everything else."

He nodded in understanding, and lightly took my hand, leading me into their living room. We sat down next to each other, and he turned on the side lamp on, flinching from the bright light. He reached his hand out slowly, and with an concrned frown, wiped something off of my face. I wiped at the other side, and realized my face was wet from when I was crying in my sleep. I hesitated slightly, but told him some of the minor events. " The war... was something that was always going to happen. At some point - one way or another - the LOV were going to start that war. The day was like anyother, the others and I were helping civilians in the streets. Rescues, helping with traffic, and A few other side jobs. Then, everything went south. The city and ground we stood on started to disentigrate. We all grabbed as many civilians as we could and delivered them to safer locations, away from the destruction. Of course, we couldn't save everyone. We might be heroes... but we are still only human. That is when Shigaraki and the league attacked. It was madness. So much death and destruction just for them to make an statement about how All for one would be the one to rule everything. So many people that I knew died that day... I was almost one of those people. I had gotten impaled on black energy spikes when I pushed a friend out of the way when Shigaraki sent them his way. I was asleep for months in the hospital afterward. I- I'm sorry. I can't say anything else." I told him, rubbing my eyes roughly, and breathing in shakingly.

He wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me into an light hug, lacing his fingers through my hair. I looked at the wall in surprise, and slowly wrapped my own arms around him. " No need to apologize. It's fine if you're not ready to talk about it all." He whispered, feeling my lips wobble, and tears come to my eyes.

I clenched the back of his shirt, and chuckled wobbily, saying," Thanks Cayde."

" No problem. Now, let's get you back into the bed before the other two wake up and start mother henning you. I should know, they have smothered me enough times and I know they will do it to you." He told me, chuckling in amusement, and allowing him to pull me to my feet.

We walked into my room, and I sat on the bed, looking out the window in thought. Cayde put his hand on my head, and I looked at him in surprise, seeing a throughtful expression on his face. I heard one of the others get out of the bed, and I looked at cayde with a small smile, whispering," Thanks for listening Cayde, even if it wasn't much. I'm not sure whether or not I will be able to sleep, but I will at least try so I can function tomorrow. Go to bed, I don't want to keep you. I should be fine now that I have calmed down."

Even with my reassurances, I could still see the concern in his eyes. " If you say so. If you need anything, you know where to find me. I mean it. Wake me up if you end having another nightmare again. I don't mind helping you out." He told me, rubbing the back of my neck, and smiled weakly, knowing that probably wasn't going to happen.

" I'll keep that in mind Cayde. Goodnight." I whispered, getting under my covers, and watched as he left the room, heading back towards his own bed.

I looked up at the ceiling with my arm acting as a cushion, and I remembered when times were simpler, when the war didn't happen. There was nothing that could be done about it now though; all I can do is look towards the future, and hope it is better than the past.