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Part 10

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Izuku groaned as he came awake. It was nice to actually sleep in his bed instead of out in the forest. Camping was nice every once in a while, but sometimes one misses the comforts of home. He looked over to see his dragon companion leaned in the chair against the hut wall fast asleep. His golden hair shined in the soft sunlight filtering through the crack in the door. A smile formed on his face as he got up from the bed and slowly walked over.

After their moment yesterday, Katsuki seemed a bit distant. Like, there was something wrong with what happened. Sure, he came to the hut in time for bed but he didn't say a word. Izuku gently pushed a few blonde bangs away from his face with gentle fingertips, his scarred hands slightly shaking at the contact. Red eyes opened then, a hand quickly grasping his own in a tight grip. A hoarse, sleep filled voice husked at him.

"What are you doing, Deku?"

"I ..." He stuttered, a blush coating his face as he tried to back up. However, his wrist still in the tight clutch of his companion.

Katsuki moved closer, the chair thudding back to its legs and his red eyes still locked with his own green ones. Izuku gulped, his Adams apple bobbing harshly with the forced swallow.

"What are you doing, Deku?" He asked again, the question more drawn out. His voice more husky, deeper, hollower. As if there were two people talking instead of one.

"Kacchan, I ..." He swallowed again, his body trembling. "Did I do something wrong yesterday?"

Red eyes narrowed, a puff of smoke billowing from his flared nostrils, his posture stiff. Katsuki stood, towering over the green-haired wizard and then he leaned down, gaze level.

"No." He was then pulled closer, the grip tightening on his wrist.

"Then why did you ..."

"Shut up." Their lips met again, this time less harsh than last night. His heartbeat thudded in his ears, a quick staccato, and he could swear that they were floating.

It ended all too quick, his lips warm and wet, red eyes opened slowly, half-lidded, and he could melt at the burn in his blood. Izuku didn't know how to feel, or think. His mind was blissfully blank and he sat back on his bed holding his lips as Katsuki marched out of the hut. Why did he kiss him and leave? Was it something else, or was it the bond, or did Katsuki genuinely like him? Izuku felt confused, and upset, and curious all at the same time. He didn't want to be strung along like this but he also wanted to give Katsuki time. It felt like he didn't know how to show affection, or even what affection was. Being a rogue hybrid wasn't easy. With a sigh, he got dressed and headed out of the hut for breakfast. It was going to be a long day.

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Bakugou growled as he ran out of the hut, his dragon thrashing around in his head in anger. It was getting worse and worse, so hard to control. Yes, he finally admitted to himself last night, but that didn't mean he'd just take it lying down. He wasn't one to roll over on his back and demand attention. He wasn't a fucking pansy who did hearts and flowers. Damnit, this was annoying.

Go back!

No.

Mark him! Complete the bond.

I said, no! It's not up to us.

He was willing. He wants us too. Just complete the bond.

No. I want him to choose me without it. It's not right.

You think that will change anything? He's not a dragon, he's a human. A wizard. He's choosing you freely. I saw it, I felt it. Why won't you just let go?

I can't …

I see. You're going to doom us, aren't you? Leave us lonely, rogue forever, unhappy?

This is different.

Yes, it is. But not overly-so. Our brother understands us, but he is not for us. Izuku is precious.

Shut up.

Then stop this. We are meant to be happy.

Then why does happiness hurt so bad?

That wasn't happiness. I warned you. I warned you and you didn't listen. You are not fully human, no matter how much you wish it. She was a plague upon our home, now it's destroyed. I have found you happiness and you spit in my face. Stop fighting it, fighting me, fighting who you really are.

Fuck off.

His mind finally went quiet as he saw two-tone walking towards him, his eyes narrowed. What did he want?

"I think we should talk."

"No thanks."

"I insist." Shouto pressed and Bakugou sighed.

"Fine." He said tightly. "This better be good."

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Shouto looked at the hybrid across from him, his posture rigid and tense, his face a mask of anger and tension.

"Your dragon speaks, does it not?"

"What's it to you?"

"What are your intentions for Midoriya? Do you plan to leave him once your pact is fulfilled?" He leveled his eyes at Bakugou and would not be intimidated.

"That's not your business." Red eyes stared, unblinking.

"It is. He's my friend." He began. "I fucked up, yes, but that doesn't mean that I don't still care for him. He likes you. He looks at you like he used to look at me, except more deeply. More strongly. If you intend to leave him, it would break him worse than my problems ever did."

"I've heard about your father."

"I'm sure you have." His eyes narrowed. "Everyone has. He's been trying to beat Toshinori for most of his life."

"He's a dick."

"That's true, also, but not why I'm here talking to you."

"If you're here to threaten me, don't bother." He sighed. "I don't have to explain myself to you or anyone else."

"Maybe not to me, but to your own other side." Shouto sighed.

"Not even." He huffed, a puff of smoke spilling out. "You know nothing."

"I know more than you think." He pulled off his shirt and turned around to show the fellow hybrid the long, jagged scars on his back. Two, twin gouges on either of his shoulder blades and extending down to his lower back.

"The fuck?"

"A parting gift from my father, the great wizard Endeavor." He spat before turning back around. "My mother was an ice fae, a fairy from a neighboring kingdom. She, herself, was a hybrid, and she was a princess. A little secret scar on a neighboring family. My father paid a hefty dowry for her magic. She was his third wife. I was born unto them, a mix of his pyromancy and her ice manipulation. I was born with wings, the wings of the fae. Forest dwellers and the helpers of creation. Docile creatures of the ancient healing magic.

"He had them cut off to hide my status as a hybrid. It would be a blemish on his kingdom if any found out. Yet, he had to dabble in the forbidden just to win this utter farce of a fight. I still hear the voice of my other half. He is sad, unhappy, and pained. All the time I am tormented with that voice. Told how I will never be happy because it is what we are fed when we are children. Fae's are one of the other hybrid species out there that has their other side almost like a second person."

"And?"

"Bond with it. I did, and it helps." He advised. "Bond with your dragon, stop thinking of him as separate from you. Sure, their thoughts are still their own, but they're yours as well."

"Whatever."

"Also, trust Midoriya." Shouto pulled his shirt back on. "Don't let him go."

"Yeah, sure." He sighed. "We done here?"

"Go."

"Thanks, Icy-hot." He huffed. "I won't say that again, so don't you dare say a word."

"Of course."

Shouto watched the disgruntled hybrid leave his hut and he finally let his posture sag. He knew his chances with the wizard were over, but that didn't mean he still didn't care for him. He wanted to see him happy, and if this rough rogue of a hybrid made him that way, then so be it.

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Bakugou left the hut with a sigh, the other hybrid had a point. He begrudgingly admitted it, of course. He and his dragon had always been on two separate sides, never really joined. It was what he was taught to believe. A part of two worlds, but belonging to neither. Always alone, always lonely. Even with other hybrids he felt lonely, it was the way of his life until he met Deku. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the wizard chatting with four-eyes. It seemed like he had a number of friends, he was all smiles and laughter.

You want that, don't you?

You're back again? Just when it was actually quiet.

Two-tone is right, you know? Even I hate to say that, but he is right.

Whatever.

I am always going to be here, I am you. All of our lives you have never accepted me fully. I just am, and nothing more. Such is the burden of life, a hybrid life.

Get to the point, you're getting as bad as Deku with the rambling.

Fine. Do you want to finally be whole?

Maybe.

Wait until the full moon, then close your eyes and look for me inside your head.

I don't meditate.

Shut up. It's only a one-time deal. It'll also put an end to this two-sided chatter we have. You'll have my feelings, but our thoughts will be one. We'll finally be whole.

Fine. This better not be some game to take over my fucking mind. You're not strong enough for that.

Look, just do it. Do it and embrace what we are. This is getting tiresome.

Well, that's one thing we agree on. Idiot.