Chapter 4 – The Town of Vizar
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the BnHA/MHA Characters. And I am not attempting to say that I do while making this fictional, and fan-made, story. They are owned by Kohei Horikoshi.
Chapter Warning(s): slight violence and dark witchcraft
Edited By: Tartheyes
(Mr. Uraraka)
The sky was dark and hopeless grey. Ash slowly drifted and rained down, getting caught in Mr. Uraraka's eyelashes. The thick metal shackles that kept him bound were cold and chaffed his wrists horribly. Dried blood stained them, and fresher blood made them stick and itch. He began to cough dreadfully. The soot that hung in the air aggravated the ache of his lungs and made his body shake violently with every rasping breath.
"Darling, are you alright?" It was his wife. She had come to him and touched him gently on the arm. She had always been there for him and in a crisis like this, he was ashamed that he could not do more to help her. Her face had always been weathered with their work, however, in these past few days, she had grown even more tired. Large dark circles forming underneath her eyes and dried gray hairs intertwining with the natural light brown.
He finally stopped coughing to reveal blood splattered onto his hand.
"Yes." He said hiding his hand from the woman. "I will be alright."
The once beautiful village was nothing but emptiness and chaos. The buildings, no longer burning, were destroyed and crumbling around them. Only a few of the villagers had survived the raids. Neither himself or his wife had found their daughter's, Ochako's, body. They did not know if that was a blessing or a curse.
"You two there! Keep moving!" yelled a soldier as he snapped his leather whip. Though before it could reach the delicate skin of his wife, his daughter's old teacher, Mr. Gunhead, had stopped it with his hand.
"Don't you ever get tired of harming others?" He asked in his gruff voice.
"How dare you! Insubordinate-" The soldier yelled but then was cut off by the scarred general.
"Now, now. Is that any way to treat our guests?"
"No, General Dabi, sir." The soldier gave him a quick bow. "It's just that these prisoners had stopped, and I was attempting to motivate their continued movement."
The General was about to speak when another young man came around the corner to the prisoners. He was tall and thin. He had shoulder length grey hair and red eyes. Though, his skin, it was as if the hydration in his body was completely gone. His skin stretched over the bones in his face, lips cracked and faded. He wore a long black robe made of expensive silks and leather. Silver threads etched in the cuffs and hems of his clothing. The same black fire emblem sowed carefully into the left breast of his shirt.
"Yes, but, we need their bodies intact if we are to harvest them for the Nobus." It was this new young man who spoke. His voice was wild and dangerous sounding.
"Prince Shigaraki." General Dabi said to the young man. "I was not informed that you were going to be making an appearance here."
"Yes, well, I wanted to see how everything was going." The prince then began to scratch at his neck, almost obsessively. Two other generals then appeared next to him, wearing the same black leather attire with a black flame crest on their chests. One was a male with the face of a lizard. Green scales blending into a peach underbelly and a grey cloth wrapped around the top of his head, tying back his short light purple hair. The second was tall and muscular, looking more like a man than a woman. With shoulder length red-brown hair and large lips. Her eyes were hidden behind dark glasses and stubble covered her chin.
"But everything is going fine." It was the wild blonde haired female general. "We have everything under control."
"Agreed Toga, you all do have this mostly under control." The prince said to the blonde girl. "However, my sources tell me that someone has escaped the village. We can't have that person talking about what has happened here."
The prince then looked around to the group of prisoner villagers. They avoided his gaze by staring at the ground.
"So, no one wants to talk? Alright then, how about I sweeten the deal. How do you all like being bound and chained?" The prince began. A few of the villagers looked in his direction, awaiting the proposal.
"If anyone knows anything, I might be able to make a deal…a freedom bargain." Mr. Uraraka did not know anything about a villager escaping, and even if he did, he wasn't about to sell them out. Someone had escaped this hell, let them live. Let them, hopefully, be getting help.
"I saw someone! A girl!" Yelled the ex-baker next to Mr. Uraraka. The prince then looked in their direction, to the man who had burst out. He moved closer and encouraged him to continue.
"She took off into the woods, towards the country of Fire." His eyes darted back and forth, unable to look at anyone directly. Before gesturing towards the woods behind them on the other side of town.
"She was young." The ex-baker continued. "It was the little mage girl, with the raspberry cowl…the builder's daughter…"
Mr. Uraraka's eyes shot open. He had hoped that his little girl had perished. Permanently safe from this cruelty. His stomach turned, and anger burned in him. He was happy to hear that she was alive but now fearful for her, and fury at this man's cowardice.
Mr. Uraraka moved towards the ex-baker, ready to attack him when a quick punch beat him to it. It was Mr. Gunhead. The mage swore to the man sniveling on the ground, clutching the side of his face. The soldiers pulled Mr. Gunhead back and began to beat him into submission.
"See, now that could be very problematic for us. Thank you for this information." The prince said, crouching beside the now crying bread maker.
"Now for your loyalty, I present to you your prize…your freedom." The prince said a sickly smile spread across his face. He touched the ex-baker's arm and his skin began to dissolve into ash. He yelled out in pain, screaming and clutching at his body in a desperate attempt to keep his solidity together. It was to no avail though until he was nothing more than a pile of dust, spreading itself into the breeze, and covering the pants and shoes of the people around them.
The villagers began to panic and attempted to move away from the prince as much as their chains would allow. Even Mr. Uraraka's stomach became queasy at the sight as he fought down the bile that was reaching up threw his throat. The generals all smiled, proud and giddy at their leader's brutality.
The prince then turned to the soldiers. Ordering them to bring forth the builder and all those related to him. Mr. Uraraka attempted to hide but to no avail as the soldiers swooped both him and his wife up and delivered them to the prince.
"Sir, I believe I remember her. The mage girl." General Dabi walked up to his prince. "I hit her with my curse during the first raid. You should be able to locate her by tracking the curses' energy."
"Very good Dabi." The prince said while standing and turning towards him. The prince then snapped his fingers and a shadowy figure appeared. His body was nothing more than a dark purple cloud of smoke, with two yellow eyes peering out threw the darkness.
"Kurogiri, you know the energy signature to search for, yes?" The Prince asked the shadow.
"Yes, Prince Shigaraki." The shadow answered. His voice low and deep.
"Good. Their precious daughter has been away from home for a few days now, and we should make sure she gets home safely." The prince then walked over to Mr. Uraraka and his wife. They both turned away from him, and Mr. Uraraka could see his wife's body shaking as he approached. The prince then gripped his wife's face in his deadly hands, forcing her to look up to him. A tear rolled down her tired face.
"Her parents are missing her dearly."
(Uraraka)
Iida pulled out a map of the country and began to trace their direction to the capital. While looking over his shoulder Uraraka glanced at the map and noticed how vast this country was. They were on the far North-Western boarder and the capital was almost directly center. Even with Iida calculating the fastest route, it would still take them a few days, possibly weeks, to get there.
"Iida, do you believe we could stop here on the way to the capital?" Deku asked while pointing to a location on the map. It was the closest inhabited town to their current location.
"The town of Vizar?" Iida asked. "What's there?"
"It's a well-known market for mages and magical artifacts. If there is any chance of someone knowing how to heal Uraraka's curse I believe it would be there." The green-haired boy finished. That familiar nervousness in the girl's stomach returning at his thoughtfulness.
"Hmmm." Iida mulled the thought over as he put a hand to his chin. "We would have to divert from the original plan from going East, to going South, and then cutting over. Though I do not believe that this diversion would hinder us in time, so yes, we would be able to go there."
The group packed the few belongings they had and set out south towards the town. The trails were long and hard. The vast woods were a challenge to get through with their hills and thick brush. But Uraraka did not complain nor show signs of slowing, she needed to get to the capital and she was not going to waist this opportunity.
It took most of the day, but the group finally made it out of the tree line of the thick woods. A strong and old mountain range reached up to the clear blue sky above. They then faded its roots into a massive valley. Cool crisp air blew up from the bottom, hinting at a clean river below that she could not see. The brunette breathed in deeply, letting the refreshing air fill her lungs, before expelling it in its entirety. Her whole life she had been told that this country was nothing but darkness, filled with death and rivers of blood. But as she looked at the wonderous scenery before her, she'd to take everything she thought she knew about this country back. It was beautiful compared to the dull grass hills of her home land.
"Are you alright?" Deku asked. "Is your burn bothering you?"
Uraraka then noticed that she had stopped apart from the others while gazing at the mountains. They had continued, down a path through the valley, and she had not. The boy was the only one who noticed and had stopped, waiting for her.
"Oh, no. I'm fine Deku." The young mage said quickly embarrassed that she had held him up. "Thank you for waiting." She dashed past him, catching up to the others.
She touched her shoulder and looked down at the bandages that she had reapplied. She felt bad about the detour. She was perfectly content with going straight to the capital. But then Deku had so graciously asked for them to take her there to be healed. She wanted to protest then, but Iida had already said yes, and she found herself drowning in her own pity. They were doing so much for her, if she was to speak out against their kindness, she would be insulting them. She didn't want that, however, that did little to quiet the pangs in her chest.
After a few moments of travelling down into the valley, the town finally made itself visible to the group. It was small and sat next to the river that Uraraka had felt earlier. And only a short time later, they found themselves at Vizar's entrance.
The town was bustling and lively. All different types of vendors and tradesmen sat in stone walled shops and wooden carts. Handmade crystals, orbs, and staffs could be found lining windows while silver and gold stitched clothing hung on mannequins and folded neatly on shelves. Even musical magicians lined the streets. Blowing softly into their flutes and plucking the strings of their bandura's. Their tunes becoming visual magic as they appeared as phoenixes and fairies dancing in the sky.
(Bakugou)
The blonde dragon walked off from the group. The sun was hot and Vizar was always too loud and annoying for him. Mages and sorcerers always looked at dragons as more of an experiment to be dissected and not living creatures. The idea of coming because of her was a mistake and he wondered how long it would take for this trip to become a disaster.
He took shelter from the sun under a cloth awning and while looking back at the group, he noticed the little mage. Her eyes were wide with excitement and wonder. Had she never been to a magical settlement before? She was a mage herself, no? Even at the sight of the valley, her expression was one of sheer enthusiasm. What kind of life had she lived that she had never seen a mountain range before?
He made a "tsk" sound quietly to himself at her stupidity. She was practically jumping while talking to the frog and pointed out shops to the group. A dumb smile spread across her face and her cheeks going pink again.
Then that dumbass Deku walked up to her and put a hand on her arm as they talked about something. Being a dragon, he could hear her heart beat rapidly and feel the heat began to rise in her face. Even if he hadn't had those sensitivities, it was clear as day that she was starting to become infatuated with him. Though for the life of him he could not understand why. Deku was nothing. He could fight, however, chose not to. He cried all the time and was more worried about other people when he should have been more concerned about himself. Bakugou had known him for most of their lives and he still only saw the small crying child trailing behind him. Nothing had changed.
Kirishima, noticing that Bakugou had left the group, walked over to him and clasped a hand on his shoulder. "Why are you over here sulking in the corner?"
Bakugou clenched his teeth, growling at the red head, before moving his shoulder quickly to remove Kirishima's hand.
"What do you want?" Bakugou snapped. His voice a little nastier than he usually was to his companion. Kirishima gave his friend a defeated look, but then started to follow his red eyes back to the group. The red dragon's eyes widen, and his mouth opened slightly. He was about to say something but then didn't, deciding only to smile. Kirishima looped his arm around Bakugou's before yelling to the group.
"Hey, guys we've got some stuff to take care of. We will meet you back here in a few hours." He then dragged off Bakugou by the arm into the crowd and waved good-bye eagerly to the others.
Bakugou, who was sincerely perplexed at not only the sudden action but the statement, was taken back for a moment before regaining his bearings. They were away from the others by the time the blonde dug his heels in the ground and ripped his arm away from Kirishima's.
"What the hell was that for?" The veins in Bakugou's neck began to bulge. "And what shit do we need to take care of? We have no business in this town!"
"I know. I'm sorry. I just wanted to get you away from the others." Kirishima then rubbed the back of his head and looked down to the street, unable to meet him in the eye. "It just felt like you were…upset about something, and I wanted to get you away from what was making you mad."
"Idiot!" Bakugou yelled, stomping off passed his dragon-friend. "I wasn't upset about anything!"
Kirishima only smiled at the blonde's snapping and followed the golden dragon further into town.
The two walked quietly through the town, nothing of real interest jumping out at them. Simply passing time until they had to return to the meeting place. The feeling of returning to Deku and the mage made him sick. Perhaps he wouldn't return, it was not as if they meant anything to him. He would be able to go to the capital in peace that way. And maybe the uneasy feeling in his chest would finally disappear.
A man then stepped out in front of them. He wore a brown hooded robe, covering his face and body. He smelled old, like parchment and dust. He raised a thin arm from under his robe, knobby knuckle bones clenched as he pointed towards the two of them.
"You be dragons, no?" the old man asked. His voice wheezy and strained.
"Yeah, what of it?" Bakugou said, teeth bared. He could feel Kirishima getting ready for an attack as well. Others in the town had noticed what they truly were but chose only to gawk at them from afar. This man had stopped and confronted them. Which could only mean that he either wanted something or was planning something. Possibly both.
"I have never seen a real dragon before…" The man said again, taking a step closer to them.
"Back off old man!" Bakugou raised his hands, sending explosions of fire bursting from his palms. They were small, only meaning to frighten him away. It did not work, however, and he continued to advance towards them. Kirishima, who had been slightly behind Bakugou, stepped directly to his side. Blood red scales now covering his body. He had hardened himself, ready for an attack.
"I want to see. I want to see a dragon." He said eagerly before starting his charge, pouncing at them. Bakugou made another, larger, explosion at the hooded man, while Kirishima slashed down with his claws. Though, as both attacks hit, the man had disappeared, leaving only his robe to take the damage and cover his new location.
Coming up from below the old man attempted to touch Bakugou's chest, however, the blonde saw him and moved back, while simultaneously blasting him with another explosion. The man's body lay limp on the street, towns people and shops looking on to the wounded man. He was wrapped tightly in bandages and the mark Bakugou had left on his side was not bleeding. Only opening his flesh and allowing sand to spill forth onto the street. The old man's body jolted as he rose to his feet.
"I want to see. I need to see a dragon." He said again, before lunging at the two boys. They slashed and set him ablaze multiple times, though no matter what the two dragons did, the old man just kept coming. Just kept repeating that he had to see a dragon and kept trying to touch their skin.
"What the hell is with this old man?" Kirishima asked Bakugou, slashing the old man to the ground again.
"I don't know. But I am going to end this. Now!" Bakugou raised his hands and, while collecting a large amount of fire magic, made a massive bomb in his hands. If this didn't stop him then there was no way to stop him.
Though before the blonde could push forth his bomb, the old man rose again, this time at a speed that neither one of them predicted. Had he just been toying with them before? The old man moved in close and while extending his arm, touched Bakugou in the chest.
"Finally…" he wheezed out as a blue liquid seeped from his fingertips into the dragon's skin. Bakugou relinquished his bomb, having it fade into the atmosphere without detonating.
Kirishima slashed the man down, releasing the old man's hold on his friend. But it was too late. The dragon could feel the thick liquid being pumped threw him and then an unstable rage began to fill his body. It was not like his own anger though, this seemed forced and unnatural. Blue veins swelled from his skin and forced his body to transform.
However, his body, which was accustomed to and even built to transform in this way, felt sick and wrong. His skin tore from the pressure of the forced transformation and his bones did not want to respond. Causing his body to become misshapen and unevenly change; putting a large amount of strain on his physique. And when it was finally over, he found that his body was moving on its own. A thick fog covered his consciousness and he sat back seat to his body slashing through the town and its people.
"Finally, finally, finally." Bakugou heard the old man laugh himself into madness on the street as he blew him away with a fire blast.
(Uraraka – 1 hour prior)
Uraraka watched as Kirishima dragged Bakugou in to town and wondered what the two dragons had to do. Deku and Iida had said that they too had some errands to run and supplies to gather. They had agreed to also return in a few hours and waved goodbye as they took off in different directions into town. That left only her and Tsu, and the little frog girl was more than happy to accompany her on the journey to find a cure for her burn.
They had searched the town almost entirely. Going into the shop after shop, however only to be told that there was no cure for that kind of curse. When finally, the two girls got a break and a little old man told them to go to the far western edge of town. There they would find a witch who lived in a small hut and that she would be the only one who would be able to help her. Uraraka did not like the idea of speaking to a witch. They were fowl, and for the most part evil. But if this witch was the only one who might be able to help, then the mage girl had to take that risk.
Walking for what seemed like an hour, the two made it to the western edge. The streets were dark and deserted. Turning the vibrant and bustling town into a cold and desolated slum. The hut, itself, was not much better. As it was made of mud, straw, and small stones.
Uraraka opened the old wooden door of the hut and walked inside. In the center of the room was a small round table and three chairs sat under it. Odd relic carvings were etched into the surface of the table and Uraraka wondered if the table was used for contacting the dead. Old moth-eaten books were stacked along the walls and large, half open cabinets revealed glass bottles with different colored liquids in them. Hanging from the ceiling were many crystals, every shade, and color Uraraka could imagine. The soft light coming in from the windows reflected threw them, casting a multitude of colors on the walls.
"Welcome to my humble shop." A woman's voice said from around the corner of the main room in the hut. It was sweet and smooth like silk and it felt as though the auditable tune had wrapped around Uraraka's skin. The girl's body shivered and both Tsu and she turned to the woman walking into the main room. Uraraka remembered that one time a witch had passed through her village. The old shriveled body and long thinning white hair was something that she would never forget.
However, the woman who had emerged was nothing like the other. Her skin was like porcelain, its creamy and pale complexion was free from blemishes. Her heart shaped face was home to a slender nose and almond shaped ice blue eyes. Her hair was a long and straight glossy black, resting peacefully on her back. Expensive dark blue robes layered themselves and covered her body. Uraraka did not know that anyone so perfect and beautiful had been born into this world.
"I was wondering when you would be arriving." The witch said as she stepped closer to the new arrivals. The woman before them even smelled wonderful, like milk and honey.
"You knew we were coming?" Uraraka asked, her face flushing at the beautiful female.
"Yes." The witch cupped the brunette's face with her long and slender hand, then traced it down to her burned shoulder. Her touch was like hot coals, even though her fingers barely stroked her skin. "You would like me to heal your wound, correct?"
Uraraka only nodded, not trusting her voice as the witch turn her striking eyes to her. The witch gave a sweet smile and walked away from the girls. She reached up and touched a dark blue crystal, a smile on her face, before disappearing into the back room from which she had come.
"She is gorgeous, ribbit," Tsu said after the witch was safely out of earshot.
"Yes, she is," the mage responded while looking down to the little frog girl. A light dusting of blush still covered her cheeks. Much like Uraraka assumed she had on hers.
"I wonder how she got her black hair to shine like that?" Uraraka said.
"Black?" Tsu questioned, the pink in her cheeks suddenly fading. "Wasn't her hair blonde?"
Uraraka's mouth opened, about to ask a question, when the witch suddenly burst back into the room. She had a small metal container in one hand and a tiny white crystal tied to a leather string in the other.
"Apply this to your burn once per day." The enchantress said as she handed the metal container to the injured girl. She opened it to find a yellow tinted ointment inside. Uraraka then closed the container and placed it in the pocket of her dress. The witch then handed the small crystal neckless to Tsu.
"For me?" Tsu asked before accepting the neckless and putting it around her neck.
"Yes." She responded, then turned to Uraraka.
"Have you not realized the strain you are putting on yourself by having your transfiguration spell continuously cast?"
"Yes, but it is a low-level spell. It shouldn't be putting that much stress on me." Uraraka's eyes then followed the witch's glance to her shoulder. "Is the burn making me weaker?" She questioned.
"In a way." The woman replied. "The curse is waging war within your body. It is constantly throwing magic at the burn to try and heal it. However; the burn is only eating away at your magic. This, in turn, is making even the simplest of spells cast as if they were advance."
Uraraka began to think about the past few days. How every time she had cast a spell, she had almost fainted. Pushing herself too far. She had believed that it was because she hadn't eaten anything, but now she was believing the witch's words. It was the burn's fault all along.
The girl looked to the beautiful woman and, as if the witch had been reading the mage's mind, she smiled and began to speak.
"That crystal has a transfiguration charm placed on it. It will allow you to deactivate the spell you had cast, and the frog will stay in her current form. This, in turn, will allow your body to heal faster."
Following the witch's command, Uraraka released her spell and as the witch stated, Tsu stayed in her human form.
"This is great," Uraraka said. "What do we owe you?" The girls did not have much to offer, but she would make it work to pay off the witch for these items. The witch mulled it over, then hovered her hand over Uraraka's body, stopping over her staff.
"But without this-" Uraraka said, becoming panicked. "I won't be able to perform magic." Did the witch really want her staff?
"Oh, no, silly girl." The witch said with a sweet smile. "I do not want all of it, only a piece."
Uraraka, not completely understanding what the witch had meant, slowly handed her staff over. The witch took it and in one graceful movement snapped a handful size chunk from its top. She handed the remaining staff back to Uraraka.
The slab of wood began to glow then, so bright Uraraka believed she was looking at the sun. When the glowing had stopped the wood had transformed itself into a green crystal.
"Green?" The witch questioned. "Interesting. I was not expecting that..." She then raised the crystal to the ceiling, roots from the mud hut reached down a carefully wrapped around the green crystal, locking it in place with the others.
"Are you sure that's…that's all you need?" Uraraka asked the witch. She had believed that the ointment and neckless would cost more.
"This is all I require." The witch responded. "I like to…watch those who have magical abilities and are going somewhere with those abilities. A fire cure like that does not come around often, much less allow the person infected to live a few days after it had been placed. I believe that you are someone worth watching."
The witch became serious and cold, the warm joy radiating from her suddenly gone. "However, if you wish to give more I do have other things to sell." In a flash, she had pulled a small blade from her robes and picked Uraraka's arm. The witch raised the blade to her lips, tasting the blood.
The witch's eyes then changed. Their mysterious ice blue to a bright glowing yellow, and then to a dusty pink. They also showed sorrow and anger. As if an internal battle had been raging behind them. Layers and layers of torment and pain all mixing together as one. But as suddenly as the new emotions had appeared, they faded. Leaving the witch's face blank and emotionless. Her ice blue eyes then returned and so did her sweet demeanor.
"You have endured many trials and hardships in the past few days." The witch started. "Your home, your friends, your family, your life has been stripped away. Your soul has been thrown into darkness, so vast and deep you do not know if you will ever see light again."
Uraraka had looked at the woman in disbelief. How had she known all of that? Did she get all that information from simply tasting her blood?
"That's impossible. How did you know-" She halted by the witch placing a hand up, covering the girl's mouth gently with her fingertips.
"But what if I told you that I could give you your old life back." The enchantress said. It was the sweetest thing Uraraka had heard. Though it was not just the words that were sweet but her tone and pitch. Everything about the witch was pulling her in like a fish to the hook, and she was biting.
"That's-no! You can't do that! No one can!"
The witch then reached inside the chest folds of her robes and pulled forth a small bottle with a dark purple liquid inside.
"One drink and everything will be as it was." The witch said, holding out the bottle to Uraraka.
The young mage found herself reaching out to the bottle. Could this potion really bring her old life back? Could it really push out an invading country? Could it really bring back the dead? Could it really give her parents back to her?
Uraraka was about to touch the bottle when the witch pulled it back, away from the mage.
"This is not a cream or a simple charm." The woman added. "This will cost much more."
"What? What will it cost?" Uraraka yelled out. It was desperate and loud, making Tsu jump. The witch then gave a wicked smile, something neither of the girls had seen while in her presents.
"Your soul." The older woman said almost laughing threw her smile. "I will give you five years with your loved ones, and then I will come to collect."
The witch then placed the bottle within Uraraka's reach once again.
"This is my price. Simply take the bottle and the contract will be made."
Uraraka could see long nails sprouting from the witch's fingers. Her perfect skin fading into wrinkled and blackened flesh. Even her wonderous smell had turned to one of decay. However, despite all of this, Uraraka still found her hand reaching up to the bottle.
"Don't do it Ochako!" It was Tsu. The girl had latched herself to the mage's arm, preventing her from touching it.
"I'm not sure what you are going through, but there has to be another way for you to get what you want," Tsu said again, still clutching to Uraraka's arm.
"Let go of me!" Uraraka yelled to Tsu while ripping her arm away from the frog girl's grip. The mage was too far gone now, and she had been completely entranced by not only the witch but by what she had promised. Nothing else mattered but that bottle.
Uraraka's fingers were once again about to touch the bottle when a loud dragon's roar came ripping through the air. The witch then pulled the bottle away.
"Damn." She said in a low, almost unheard voice. "I hate dragons. Sorry little mage, but I don't want a run-in with another dragon." Her appearance then changed back to sweet and beautiful. The two girls were then swept back as if the air had picked them up and carried them through the front door.
"Perhaps fate will allow us to finish this transaction at a later date." And with that, the witch, and her hut had disappeared.
Uraraka's hand was still outstretched, her fingers frozen over the bottle that had been ripped away from her once again. All of it, her village, the safety of her family; all gone!
Her fingers gripped tightly together, balled into a tight fist, as she clenched her teeth. The loud roar once again ringing out over the town's sky.
"Look, it's Bakugou," Tsu said. Uraraka turned to see the golden dragon raging. Burning both buildings and people as he ran through the town like a wild animal. He was close, and his roars were the same that they heard inside the hut.
Kirishima, who was also in his dragon form had spotted the girls and landed next to them. Iida and Deku were clung to the red dragon's sides.
"What's going on?" Tsu asked the boys.
"I'm not sure. Apparently, Bakugou just transformed and started to attack people." Deku said. Iida had agreed with his statement, not knowing much more. Kirishima was not answering though, all his senses completely focused on the other dragon. When he suddenly snapped his head around.
"Hurry! Climb on.! Bakugou is on the move again!"
Uraraka and Tsu, climbed onto Kirishima's back at his request, before the red dragon took off again to the skies.
They glided low, trailing just behind the golden dragon who had taken off running up the mountain side and out of town. Uraraka believed that his large body would make it difficult for him to run, but he made it look so effortless. The grace of it looking like a cat's body darting threw the trees and over the large boulders. The mage could also see large dark veins protruding from his skin. Something he did not have before while in this form the other day.
Bakugou finally stopped in a large clearing. Nothing but the open mountain range and a few trees covered the area. Kirishima landed and the group began to dismount the red dragon. Bakugou whipped his head back and forth as if he were attempting to shake something from his massive head. Thick blue veins then faded back into his golden skin and he reverted into his human form. A blue sludge coming from his mouth as he spat.
Rage overtook Uraraka at the sight of Bakugou. She had been so close to her parents being safe. So close to being with them again, and now that chance had slipped through her fingers. Gone forever, and it was all his fault.
"What was that for?" Iida yelled over the field to Bakugou. "Why transform and attack the town? What was there to be gained from it?"
Kirishima had transformed back into his human form as well and began to speak to Iida. However, Uraraka did not hear what the two were conversing about. The young mage's hearing going mute in her anger. Her vision only seeing the blonde while quickly making her way over to him. He had heard her footsteps and turned to face her, the heat in her eyes nearly boiling as his red eye's looked to her with confusion.
With gritted teeth, she raised her hand in one fluid motion. She wished she could take it back, wished she could stop herself. But she was so frustrated that her body was acting on its own with no chance of stopping. This action was not like her and she hated herself as her palm and fingers ripped across Bakugou's face.
He was left expressionless as the popping noise echoed through the mountain range and red skin marked the side of his face. His red eyes moved to hers slowly. The unresponsive face turning to one of wrath that matched her own.
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