Dragon Fiction

There weren't always dragons in the Valley. When the world went to shit it was only one, an injured one that barely survived. The rest were dead in a matter of days. So when the first dragon appeared, so close to where they had built their house, he wasn't surprised. He didn't see any signs that there might be more than one though.

"So we're dealing with a fucking dragon?" Shitty asks, not really expecting an answer but just wanting to know if this is going to get weird or some shit.

"Not sure," Fushimi replies and looks back at him from where he's standing by his side. "We won'. But then he saw it again. And again.

It was small, barely bigger than a human and it looked sickly, with scales gray from blood loss. It looked at him. With its big golden eyes. A single tear escaped and slid down his cheek.

He felt his own eyes tear up. He didn't think it would be this hard to let go. This difficult.

"Can we kill him?" Shirabu asked from behind them, looking up at their leader who was still standing beside the broken carcass.

Fushimi shook his head no. "We have to help it survive."

"Why do you keep letting it live like that?" Ushijima said as he approached them. "If we just killed it would've died. Why are we wasting time doing nothing about it?"

Fushimi wanted to retort, wanted to tell Ushijima off for assuming that they knew what was best for them. Maybe they could do better but, he also didn't want to fight with anyone here. They all seemed sad enough without his anger clouding everyone else's perception.

He sighed and closed his eyes. "Because I want to help it."

Everyone stayed silent until Ushijima spoke again. "How are you going to do that?" He demanded to know.

"I don't know," Fushimi mumbled, feeling defeated.

Sugawara stepped forward then, smiling. "Do you remember how you helped me after your accident?" He asked quietly and Fushimi nodded. Of course, he remembered. It hadn't been easy, he was scared half out of his mind that something worse might happen. But Suga had insisted on helping. Made things easier for him. Even now, months later, the memory brings a smile to his face. "What if we did the same thing? What if we made it easier for it too?"

"That's not a bad idea." Morikawa piped up. "Maybe we should try something different." Everyone turned towards him now, even Ushijima had listened to him.

Morikawa took a step back. "Uh...maybe instead of trying to heal it, we could try...feeding it, making sure it doesn't go hungry and..."

Ushijima raised an eyebrow.

"Feeding a dragon is never easy!" Morikawa rushed to say.

"But maybe-"

The sound of metal hitting the ground interrupted Morikawa and they all froze. Slowly they turned around to look at Kuroo who had thrown the dagger. In his hand was one of the knives that Fushimi kept hidden under the floorboards of his cabin. The blade had gone straight through the creature's heart and it lay on the ground lifeless.

"Don't talk about things you can't understand." Kuroo muttered before turning away, walking towards his own room.

Fushimi wanted to call out to him, wanted to stop him. Stop him from hurting himself like that again because if this goes on then he may end up killing somebody and Fushimi couldn't stand it if that happened to his brother. Not right now. Not today. They deserved better.

Shirabu put a comforting hand on Fushimi's arm while he stared at his brother. "Let's go inside, okay?" He murmured and pulled Fushimi along into the cabin followed by Ushijima and Morikawa.

Morikawa tried to make conversation with Kuroo and Fushimi sat silently and watched them. He didn't understand what had gotten into his brother. He'd lost a lot of weight recently and he could see that he needed help but he didn't want to accept it. That didn't excuse his behaviour however.