Long Gone

BAM! CRASH! It sounded like a car was driving through various building. Then Vector limped out past Durbe who was reading the newspaper. Durbe looked up and nearly dropped his newspaper. Orange hair was squashed and slightly bent. There were many cuts on the orangettes face, which was also bruised, like someone had smashed it into a wall multiple times. Blood seeped out of the incisions on his face, and his jacket was ripped. Vector was breathing hard but he smiled triumphantly and held a pair of long scissors. Durbe eyed the potential weapon wearily. He had a bad feeling about this. Something caught his eye. A long strand of blonde hair dangled from one of the bladed ends and the gray head felt his worst suspicions confirmed.

"Vector what did you do?" Durbe asked trying to stay calm.

Vector grinned manically sticking the scissors back into the pockets of his now torn up brown jacket.

"I thought Grumpy could use a trim. I didn't know that the Great Galaxy-Eyes Master would object so harshly."

"So let me get this straight. You cut Misaels hair?" Durbe summed up, hiding his disbelief.

Vector nodded, continuing to grin. He even cackled. Then he frowned, suddenly disappearing into a multicolored portal he had summoned. Just as well, because then the wall exploded. Durbe sighed. Yet another thing he would have to fix. But that was the least of his problems. Misael stood framed by the shadow of the circular hole. "Trim" was a bit of an understatement. The hair from chin down was gone. Normally shorter hair made one more look like a guy. In Misael's case it made him looked like a school girl. A very pissed off school girl. His rage quelled only slightly when he saw Durbe staring at him, newspaper completely forgotten.

"Where did the little son of bitch go?" the blonde growled.

Durbe saw a red Barian aura surround him, the murderous intent evident in his light blue eyes. He almost winced. Even in his human form, Misael's power was monstrous, destroying streets and blowing up houses. He had to stop Misael from going on a rampage.

"Calm down Misael."

Misael's eyes narrowed. For a moment Durbe saw a speck of hurt in them, replaced but doubled anger.

"Are you in on this too? Are you amused now Durbe? Go ahead and laugh."

Durbe felt a small pang of sadness.

"No, I think you look fine that way Misael." Even better than before, he added silently.

Misael looked confused.

"What do you mean?"

Durbe crossed over to the taller Barian. Than without thinking he ran his fingers along Misael's light yellow locks dreamily. Misael stared at him in amazement, but didn't push him away.

"I mean you look beautiful this way." He murmured softly, his voice sending shivers down the Blonde's spine.

Then he leaned in close and for moment Misael really thought they were going to kiss right there. But Durbe realized what he was doing and quickly backed away, clenching his hands to his sides.

"Beautiful. Such a kind word, yet usually directed towards females." Misael said bitterly, trying to hide his disappointment at the small rejection.

Durbe saw tears sprang to the dragon masters eyes. Durbe felt bad for leading Misael on then, he had to do something. Closing the distance between them surprisingly quickly, he put his lips to Misael's. Kissing. It was just the two of them, in all time and space. When they finally pulled back the anger had disappeared from Misael's eyes.

"What was that?" he whispered.

Durbe looked away, but not before a hint of blush rose on his pale cheeks.

"Forgive me." He muttered but then something warm embraced him.

Misael was hugging him tightly but why? Maybe it was instinct, but for the moment Misael didn't care.

"I do. Thank you Durbe."

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Hope you enjoyed it. The link is where I got my inspiration from. Pics include Vector snipping Misael's hair.