Description: A quick "humanized" RockyxZuma one-shot that I had lying on my drive and thought I would share it with you guys. This quick fic takes place in a post-apocalyptic setting during the winter season. Rocky and Zuma struggle to survive as they're faced with a life changing situation.
A Flare of Hope
By: Skyfire119
"Drop it!"
"Don't do it"
Come on Rocky, think god damn it. A figure dressed in a faded green winter coat and grey cargo pants stood with his rifle trained on two figures in front of him. His somewhat long bluish grey hair swooshed wildly as they wind flowed throughout the frozen wasteland. His hazel eyes focused on a pair of stern yellow eyes. The teens pale white face, littered with frost, stared at the other boys distraught face. This figure bore tan skin with short flowing hair that followed in suit to the winds dance. His torn orange coat and blue jeans, he stood held in the arms of another figure who held a small metallic object close to his head.
Rocky's grip tightened on his weapon, slightly staggering due to the winds power. He couldn't let him take Zuma, but he couldn't let the man who dressed in all black take their belongings. Rocky could feel droplets freezing all over his face. His entire body soon began to be engulfed in an itch that flowed all over his body. His could feel his knees beginning to buckle as he glared at the masked man who held Zuma.
"I'm not gonna say it again, give me your stuff or he dies." Demanded the man who roughly pushed the gun onto Zuma's temple.
"Rocky don't, we'll die without our stuff." Zuma pleaded to Rocky.
"Shut it!" The Man shoved Zuma to the snow covered road. Both sides abruptly froze, the man seeing his mistake tried to mend it. He tried to quickly rise to his feet with Zuma but a loud pop was heard and he felt weak as he collapsed onto the ground.
*Clink*
A bullet casing fell near Zuma's face. Rocky pushed the bolt back forward after chambering another round to his rifle.
'Rocky!" The teens desperate yellow eyes meet Rocky's. The tan boy stood up and embraced Rocky who hugged him back. Rocky's face was mere inches away from Zuma's before they gently collided. They kissed for a long time before parting. They gazed into each other's eyes as white flakes began to descend in a heavenly manner. Zuma moved himself so he was shoulder to shoulder with Rocky as they looked out upon the frozen ocean that lay in front of them.
"I love you Zuma, I've always have." Rocky whispered as he swiveled his head to meet Zuma's sparkling yellow eyes.
"I love you too, Ro-" Zuma was cut off by a loud sound as he collapsed to the ground. Rocky swiftly turned, his rifle at the ready to see where the origin of the sound was. Rocky saw the man he shot aiming his revolver at him. He lie there in a pool of crimson liquid, his brown eyes glaring evilly into Rocky's broken soul.
*Click*
The teen raised his rifle and fired. Not one but until he was dry, his rifle soon plopping onto the snow covered ground near the bullet casings. He went over to the Zuma who lay in the snow that was turning from a beautiful white to a dark crimson. His breaths were short but rushed. Rocky fell to his knees as he cradled his lover in his arms, blood now seeping all over the arm of his coat. But Rocky didn't care.
"R-Rock...R-Rocky…" Zuma tried to speak.
"Shh...shh it's going to be alright" Coed Rocky but to no avail. Rocky noticed a small clear liquid droplet riding down the teens face.
"Y-yo-u...h-h-have to to go...n-n-now…" Zuma choked out.
"No I'm not leaving you!" said Rocky who felt water seeping out of his eyes and down his cheeks.
"I-I...lo-l-lov…" Rocky tried to make out what Zuma said but he felt the body in his arms stiffen as his eyes locked themselves forward.
"No no no what, you what!?" Rocky grasped Zuma, violently shaking the body. Tears bombarded the ground as Rocky kept shaking the boy's head, calling out his name but no response.
"C-come wake up p-please don't do this to me." Rocky choked out as he gently placed the boy's head on his lap. Zuma's eyes stared towards the heavens while Rocky could only see a the emptiness Zuma now held within him. One second a lively spirit, now a still object stuck in time. Rocky wept as he moved his left hand to gently seal his lover's eyes.
"I love you..." Rocky whispered.
Several days went along since Zuma's passing. The long winter days were rough on Rocky but he managed. He had put Zuma out to sea where he felt he belonged. However Rocky found himself lost in the waves of his own guilt for not being able to be save Zuma. Since then, Rocky had taken shelter in abandoned lighthouse that stands in the far corner of what used to be a packed shoreline.
*Thud*
Rocky dropped the journal Zuma had given him. Tear lines stained his face as he slumped down against the wall, slowly descending to the floor with a silent creak of the floor boards after impact.
"I-I'm so s-sorry." Rocky's crisp whisper echoed throughout the room. He reached for his revolver, the very same gun that killed his mate was now going to be used to put an end to his pain. Rocky unloaded the revolver and found one pristine bullet left and loaded it into the gun before pressing the barrel against the bottom of his chin. His finger pulling the hammer back as the cylinder began to click as it moved.
"Gah!" Rocky dropped the revolver. He buried his face into his hands as they soon became moist. Rocky shortly recovered himself and reached for his pack and pulled out a red gun with a large cylinder barrel. He had found this a few days ago and it had only one shot. Unlike his revolver, Rocky hoped this would be used to bring life instead of take it.
The teen walked up the lighthouse until opening a hatch that lead to the main light room. He walked out onto the structures side platform that rounded the top of the lighthouse. It was dusk as the sun's light illuminated a beautiful red sky. He could just barely see it on the horizon of the sea. Rocky hesitated before lifting his flare gun and fired.
Rocky watched the flare light up the somewhat dark sky. He watched the red object ascend before curving and plummeting towards the ground.
"May we meet again, Zuma"
