Wasteland | Bakudeku Elven AU |

And so they met.

Where did he go? Huh, I swear I saw him go this w-- there! I crept higher in the tree, moving ever so slightly as to not be seen or heard. 

I've seen this guy around before, I recognize him from the human tribe, he had come around the last time to try and negotiate with those in the Ranin, and he also patrols from time to time. And it just so happens he was patrolling now. 

I've noticed many things about him, I mean, when I follow him patrolling. He's got spiky hair, it's blonde. It seems like he has a temper, too. Sometimes when he walks into bushes and branches he'll yell randomly and push them out of the way. I've even seen him yell at some smaller creatures, it's funny. He walks like an animal, slouching, legs far apart. Although I think it's fair to say that most animals are more agile than him. 

I leaned forward, consumed by curiosity, without thinking about the quill full of arrows on my back. I was holding on tight to the branches but fell forward unexpectedly, I had fallen because an arrow had stabbed my shoulder, and then my ass when I landed. Ouch. 

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What the hell? 

There's a boy on the ground. Right in front of me. With an arrow in his butt. 

Immediately I pull out my hunting knife, "What the hell? Who are you?" 

He groaned, "Izuku Midoriya, I'm, uh.." He shyly pointed to his ears in defeat. You've gotta be kidding me. 

"How long have you been following me, creep?" I keep my knife pointed in his direction, but the arrow in his ass seems to keep him grounded. I laugh, "Why were you carrying weapons while following me? Did the Ranin people send you?" 

"Questions can be answered later, right now I need your help going back," He put his head in his hands and sighed, "This is so embarrassing... Please, take me back to the camp, these are poison dart arrows, and I'm obviously bleeding." Eh. I'll give him that. But still, he's Ranin.

"Why should I trust you? You're an elven, how do I know you won't kill me if I bring you back?" 

He looks up at me, clearly annoyed. Maybe even pissed. "Listen, I know we're at war, I get that. But I don't plan on dying soon and, well, I can persuade my people not to hurt you," Then pointing to his pants, he raised his voice, "Now can you please take me back to my camp, I'll tell you the way, you just have to carry me there." 

'My people?'  Weird. I grunt in frustration and put my knife back in it's leather case. "Fine, but if you stab me or some shit I'll leave you for the wolves, got it?" He nodded, then grabbed his bow and quill, which had fallen a few feet away from him. I walked over hesitantly, and still annoyed. I heard him yelp as I picked him up and threw him over my shoulder. 

"Ow, that hurt! What the hell?"

"What? Did you expect me to carry you bridal style like a little baby?" I smirked as he sighed in annoyance, "Alright, Deku, which way?"

"Deku? And it's a right."

I turned to the right and stepped past some bushes, "Yeah, Deku. It means someone who can't do anything right, which is you."

(hey guys, new story :) it's summer so I will totally have more time and I wont be ditching stories. this will be my main project for the summer! i'm taking a break from my other stories. they seem more childish as my writing skills improve and I want to work with something that's suitable for me. thanks for reading :)! ) and yes I am aware that this story is off to a weird start with deku with an arrow in his butt