Hi! This is my first fanfiction, so I hope it's not completely terrible. It's pretty much just some mindless fluff, I know, but it seemed something easy to start with. Besides, there is a distinct lack of vantascest on here, and that really does need to be fixed, eheheheh. If you see any typos or grammar errors that I didn't catch, please let me know.

Fights were inevitable. For all their similarities, they were both still very different people, and neither knew when to back down. It was a wonder nobody had mistaken the two Vantas's relationship for black. In the end, though, the two always made up. Or at least, that was the way things usually were.

This specific fight had been so much worse than the others, though. It started with one, seemingly harmless comment from Kankri about culling in Beforus, and devolved from there. The whole thing became a shouting match in record time, with both trolls at each other's throats and snarling. Eventually, Karkat just stomped off and away from his dancestor.

Karkat avoided sleeping after that. There was no way he was going to risk running into Kankri again. It hurt, but…he was frightened, to be honest. What if things didn't go back to the way they were before? What if it really was over this time? Over the last human year or so, Kankri had somehow grown from annoying chatterbox to a comforting, familiar face that helped to keep him sane when Gamzee was hiding in the vents doing god-knows-what and Kanaya was busy with Rose. And he couldn't even stand thinking about Terezi anymore. Plus, knowing Kankri, the ghost would still stand by what he said earlier and they might end up flipping after all. And trust him, what he said was horrible, blind, hypocritical… Fuck, his vision is starting to go red again.

Unfortunately for little Karkat, one can only go for about a week before you pass out from sheer exhaustion. A break on the pile quickly became a most unwanted nap.
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The younger Vantas groaned as he shifted into the bubble, clutching at his head. Why was it so fucking bright? There was gold everywhere, banana yellow and-oh shit, this was Prospit. And even worse, he was at the same set of stairs where he first ran into Kankri.

He staggers to his feet, gaze sweeping around. Maybe if he hurries he can get away before he's noticed.

"Karkat!"

Shit, nevermind.

"What the fuck do you want?" The teen snarled out, whirling around to face his older self, who was panting for breath. Had the he fucking ran? Why the hell would he do that?

"I've been looking for you! Listen, I recognize that I may have gone overboard the other day, but if you'll please-"

"Don't want to hear it." Karkat snapped, spinning on his heel and ready to stomp off in the opposite direction when he felt a hand grip his wrist. He froze, growling.

The aggressive sound was cut off, however, when a small bouquet of bright red flowers was shoved into his arms.

"…what." Did that just happen?

Kankri looked down sheepishly, lower face tucking into his ridiculous sweater. "I'm sorry."

The silence seemed to stretch on forever, and then

"Kankri, you asshole. This is one of the cheesiest things you've ever done." Kankri lets out a startled squeak as he's suddenly pulled into a hug, instinctively wrapping his arms around Karkat.

Their fights never lasted long. In the end, they usually forget what they were argue about in the first place.