'Broken Image' ♡ (MXM) ♡

- the hero is selfish -

It evaporated instantly, dropping into a puddle of hot boiling water. The hero moved away from it, seeing from the corner of his eye, the villain rushing towards him. He moved his hand down to the little bit left of the water, it started to form quickly to Oxzy's will, darting up with a small command. Seeing the villain get closer, Oxzy raised a hand, flinging the water to him.

The villain spread his arms into a firewall, just like Oxzy's ice wall formed in the air. It stopped the hot water from burning him, as the fire died down, the villain made eye contact with Oxzy, a tired smile lifting his face.

The hero himself felt tired, his hands aching from using too much energy, especially since he ran from the station all the way to his apartment in Cleoi. He was exhausted but still came out to stop the villain. The villain who put out his own fire. The hero didn't know the whole story of what happened before he came, and he didn't bother to find out.

The hero couldn't help but feel guilt in his chest. He was taking his anger out on the villain, who doesn't even know what happened before he got there. But Pierce was the only "person" in town that could take and handle Oxzy in a crazed state. Even if Pierce was seeming to enjoy the attention, the strength Oxzy was putting into the fight, he knew that it would soon be too much for him.

"Too much for him" was a weird way to put it, but the villain already looked tired from Oxzy's repeated assault. Yet he kept going, the attention which he was addicted to was a source for him to not run away from a fight. It was meaningless, yes. Oxzy had no other way to let out his hurt, rage, only to give it to a rocket of a person who craved it.

Even so, they both soon became tired from the back and forth that was never ending. All their strength and energy was put into the battle, so soon after Oxzy let out a spike of ice once again, Pierce rolled around on the floor before settling on his stomach.

The hero could finish him off right now, but he too was tired. That and he couldn't kill anyone, his rage and pent up emotions were dulling his mind. The man slumped down onto the ground a few feet in front of Pierce.

The villain looked up to the sound of a falling body. Seeing Oxzy on his knees, face red and sweat dripping from his black curls. Pierce didn't look any better, his face red, hair drenched with sweat.

They both felt, and looked the same. Sitting just a few feet from each other, only pants and gasps sounded between them.

Pierce chuckled lightly, faint mists of smoke coming from his mouth. Oxzy looked up to him, his eyebrows knitted together in clear annoyance. He managed to lift his arm from the slumped position it was in to aim at Pierce.

The villain quickly noticed, his hands went up quickly. "Wait- wait! Truce- let's have a truce, hold on..." His voice was shaking as he spoke, but his defenseless stance on the ground made the hero pause for a second.

"You're very annoying." He responded, his expression stern compared to Pierce's snarky look. "How could- I not?"

"A truce. Come on.. We both are exhausted." He explained, panting.

Oxzy slowly moved his hand down, his expression still hostile. Slowly, he slumped to the ground on his legs, panting as well. Pierce put his hands down, landing on his chest, rising up and down with his breaths coming out fast and almost shallow.

"So..." His voice broke through the air. "What got you so angry?"

Oxzy looked back to him, noticing that his voice was more quiet, it wasn't filled with malice or his normal mocking tone. Instead, it had a hint of interest. But Oxzy stayed silent, slumping his head down, taking in air after air. A shuffling sound made his head fly up, though it wasonly Pierce sitting up in the exact position as him. His long legs laid out, stretched in front of him while his eyes caught Oxzys.